Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Naughty Mommy

“Come in, darling,” said Kay as she opened the front door for me. “Don’t you look lovely today — you really are very pretty!”

“Oh, thank you,” I blushed, stepping inside. I put my backpack down by the door.

Kay was in a light cotton dress this time, not slacks like the previous week. But it was easy to tell that she was braless again. Her large breasts swung and bobbed beneath the thin material as she took my jacket and hung it in the coat closet. Then she kissed my cheek and gave me a long hug. I felt the soft warmth of her tits pressing against mine, and I smelled her perfume. Very seductive.

Danielle came out from the kitchen to join us. I was a little surprised to see that she was wearing shorts and a dainty tank top since it was so cold that day, though of course it was comfortably warm inside the house. And I also detected a delicious aroma wafting behind her, something like freshly baked bread. It made my mouth water.

“Hello, Britt,” the woman beamed, rushing up to greet me. “It’s so nice to see you!”

“Hi,” I smiled, as she squeezed me tightly. Under her top, Danielle was wearing a bra, I could feel that. I wondered if she would be shy about her body like she’d been the week before, reluctant to take off her bra and let us see her boobs.

She certainly wasn’t bashful about showing off her legs. As Danielle stepped back to get a better look at me in my miniskirt and colorful fuzzy sweater, oohing and aahing along with Kay, I let my eyes run up and down her long gorgeous legs. The denim shorts she had on were tiny and very tight, revealing miles of tanned, toned flesh. That made my mouth water even more!

“The kids are upstairs,” said Kay with a leer, “waiting for us. I think they might’ve already got started.”

“Yeah,” Danielle added breathlessly, “and I made two loaves of bread and we’ve got a stew going in the slow cooker. It’ll be ready around six or so. We don’t have to worry about it at all. We can just, you know, play until then.”

When Kay wagged her eyebrows at this suggestive remark, the women burst into laughter. They seemed giddy, intoxicated — but with alcohol or with lust, I wasn’t sure — maybe it was both.

“So, are you ready?” Kay asked, stroking my arm. “Or do you want to, um, relax a little bit first… maybe have a glass of wine?”

“No, I, it’s fine. We can start whenever you like. I’m ready.”

“Good, then let’s go.” Taking my hand, Kay led me quickly up the stairs. Danielle was right behind us, tittering like a schoolgirl.

We didn’t go to Addison’s room, as I’d expected we would, but to Kay’s, the master bedroom. I hadn’t been in there before.

She had a king-size bed, and on the bed were the two little ones, Cherise and Addison. The girls were lying together, facing one another, arms and legs entwined — and both were nude. They looked up and smiled at us as we came in. From the flush of their cheeks and the wet gleam on their lips, it was easy to see that they’d been kissing, if not more.

“Hi, Britt!” chirped Addison. Cherise just giggled.

“Hi, you guys,” I said, as I wondered how much ‘practicing’ these girls had been doing in their private time together. Maybe a lot, from the looks of it, which certainly was fine with me. Then I wondered if their mothers might have done some spectating, encouraging, possibly even joining in? So many things to think about!

“How should we start?” asked Kay.

Turning, I saw that she had unbuttoned her dress down the front and was letting it fall from her shoulders to the floor. She wore nothing underneath, and when she kicked off her shoes, she was completely naked. Kay took both breasts in her hands, squeezing them and pressing them together.

“I’m so excited about this,” she grinned. “Danielle and I, we’ve been thinking about it and talking about it all week long. How do you want to start?”

That meant it was up to me once again. I would be in charge. And from what Kay said and the way she said it, I got the impression that nothing much more had happened since the previous Saturday, at least not between the mothers and daughters. But maybe that would change today. I really hoped it would!

However, I wasn’t quite brave enough to begin with what I’d been planning for them, not right away at least. That might have to wait a while. I needed to work up my courage first and get everyone in just the right mood.

“Well, um… okay, so,” I stammered, feeling a little unsure, at a bit of a loss.

Then I glanced at Danielle. “Whatever you think,” she said to me, smiling warmly. “You just tell us what to do.” Her look of complete trust gave me a boost of much-needed confidence and helped me decide.

I reached out and took her hand, then Kay’s too, and brought both women to stand with me at the foot of the bed, facing the girls, who sat up to look at us.

“Cherise?” I asked. “Did you do any, uh, touching yourself this week, alone at night in bed, or maybe during the day? You know, masturbating? Did you do that some?”

The beautiful ten-year-old blushed, but nodded, saying quietly, “Uh-huh, I did.”

“And were you able to make yourself come? Did you have an orgasm?”

“Um, mostly. Not every time, I mean, but usually I did.”

I heard a low groan, almost inaudible, beside me. With her free hand, the one I wasn’t holding, Danielle was caressing her pussy through her tight denim shorts as she listened to her little girl tell us about masturbating to climax. I noticed that Cherise was watching her closely.

“I did it too,” Addison piped up. “Lots of times.”

I smiled at the kids approvingly. “That’s good, I’m glad. It’s important for you to get comfortable touching yourself, playing with yourself, learning all about what gets you especially excited, what turns you on the most. I want you both to keep doing that, as often as you can, okay?”

“Okay,” they readily agreed.

“So, um, Addison,” I asked, “when you’re doing that, playing with yourself, do you have any special fantasies that go through your head? What do you usually think about?”

She giggled, crinkling her nose. “You know, like, girls, and um… ladies.”

“Not boys?”

“Eww, no, not boys. Yuck!”

I laughed. “That’s fine, either way is fine. If you like to think about boys, it’s no problem, or just girls. Either way, it’s up to you. Whatever gets you most excited.”

“Sometimes I think about you,” Addison said.

“You do?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Do you think about me being naked?”

“Yeah, I do, a lot.”

“Me too,” said Cherise. “I do that too.”

Danielle groaned again. Her hand was moving faster between her legs, over her shorts, pressing in hard.

“Do you want to see me naked now?” I asked the girls, my gaze going from one to the other. They both nodded eagerly.

“Cherise, honey,” I said in a soft voice, “do you also want to see your mom naked? Do you want to look at her pretty body?”

The child blushed deep red, then swallowed. Slowly nodding, she said, “Mm-hm.”

“That’s fine,” I assured her. “There’s nothing wrong or bad about wanting to look at a sexy woman, at her naked body, even if the woman is your mother. And if, um, if a woman wants to look at a little girl, see the child naked, even if the girl is her daughter and it gets the woman excited, that’s fine too. There’s nothing wrong with any of that. Okay?”

No one responded, but I could definitely feel the erotic temperature rising in the room. I thought I could even smell it. And then I realized what the aroma was.

I looked at Kay. She was rubbing her fingers over her erect nipples, coating them with a wet, gooey substance. As I watched, she dropped her hand to her crotch, pushing two fingers quickly inside her cunt, then brought them up again to her tits. She applied more of the slippery juices to her nipples, then raised her hand to her mouth, sucking on her fingers, savoring the taste of her own pussy. She smiled and winked at me.

“You’re so hot,” I said. And on impulse, I leaned in close, bringing my lips to Kay’s. We kissed, using our tongues, and I tasted her, especially when she slipped her still gooey fingers briefly into my mouth. After a few seconds, I pulled back.

“Wow,” sighed Danielle.

I turned toward her. Standing on my tiptoes, I kissed her too, sharing a bit of Kay’s juices, though I was sure Danielle had enjoyed that delicious flavor many times before. They hadn’t said anything yet to confirm this, but I was positive that the pair were lesbian lovers.

When I looked back at the girls, I saw that Addison had begun masturbating as she watched us kiss, fingers tickling her hairless pussy. She was breathing fast, her smooth flat chest rising and falling. Cherise wasn’t touching herself at this point, merely staring wide-eyed at everything.

“Okay, honey,” I said to Cherise. “Want me to take off your mommy’s clothes, so you can see her naked?”

She nodded, “Yes, please.”

“All right,” I grinned, chucking inwardly at her politeness.

“And you take off your clothes too,” said Addison to me.

“Oh, don’t you worry, I will.”

I knelt in front of Danielle. She was wearing cute white sneakers. After removing them, I gently massaged her feet for a moment or two, and finished by kissing each of her toes. Then I stood again, gliding my hands along the backs of her long, shapely legs. When I reached her shorts, I cupped the woman’s butt, squeezing her cheeks.

Danielle uttered a little mewing sound and her eyes widened, but she made no other movement. I smiled at her, then took the hem of her girlish tank top and lifted it. She raised her arms, and I pulled the top up, over her head and off, laying it aside.

Her bra was yellow and white, lacy, and partially transparent. I could easily see her dark nipples. They were stiffly erect, pushing out through the material. It made me want to kiss and lick and suck them. I remembered then how much I’d loved sucking Gina’s tits. Her breasts were larger than Danielle’s, though not as full and round as Kay’s. But her nipples were so enticing, nearly always hard, as if begging for a mouth to take them in. We would do that for what seemed hours on end, sitting in a chair or reclining on her sofa, with me curled in Gina’s lap, sucking like a baby while she masturbated or played with my pussy or did both at the same time.

All this flashed through my mind in a couple of seconds as I gazed at Danielle’s chest. Then I put my hands over her breasts, squeezing them tenderly. She sighed in pleasure.

I heard a soft whimper. Glancing at the bed, I found that Cherise had started touching herself too, both hands between her legs, pressing in on her labia, slowly scissoring, the way I’d taught her the previous Saturday. I gave the girl a smile of approval.

Turning my attention back to Danielle, I located the front closure on her bra. Before opening it, I looked up into the woman’s beautiful deep brown eyes. “May I?”

“Mm-hm,” she nodded, sounding exactly like her daughter had earlier.

I unhooked the clasp and drew the cups away, sliding the straps off Danielle’s shoulders and down her arms, then let the bra drop. Unsupported, her small breasts sagged — but oh my god, those nipples! They just stuck out so far, were so incredibly inviting, I don’t know how anyone could not be dying to lick and suck them. I know I was, and I certainly hoped Cherise was too.

I looked at the child. Sure enough, her eyes were glued to her mother’s exposed tits, and not only that, she was licking her lips as she stared at the erect nipples.

God, this was too fucking hot. I clenched my thigh muscles, squeezing my legs together. I wanted to come so bad, but I cautioned myself to slow down, take it easy. Don’t try to rush things, or it might not work out the way you want.

After a deep breath… inhale, exhale… I said to Danielle, “Can I take your shorts, and uh, your panties off?”

“Yes, please,” she smiled.

I didn’t know if she had panties on or not, but it seemed likely. At any rate, I’d find out soon enough.

Her shorts were very tight, and it wasn’t easy to open the top button, but finally I managed, and then pulled down the zipper. She was indeed wearing panties — or actually a thong — a brief triangle of stretchy pink fabric that snugly enclosed her labia and virtually nothing else.

Leaving those sexy panties in place for the moment, I tugged the denim shorts over Danielle’s hips and down her legs, then off as she stepped out of them. After pausing to admire her beautiful legs one more time, I hooked my fingers into the narrow waistband of the thong and slowly began pulling it down as well, revealing everything.

Again I saw that her mound was completely bare, as were her lips. I couldn’t see any stubble, so I assumed she must have had a wax job recently. I’d read about that, but I didn’t think I wanted one myself. It seemed too painful, and anyway I liked how my bush looked. Of course I also liked the way Danielle looked, so smooth and hot and sexy!

I stared at the woman’s pussy for a few seconds, then looked at the thong. The fabric felt warm in my hand, and as I expected it was also slightly damp. Holding it closer, I saw a thin line of moisture right down the center. I brought the thong to my nose, closed my eyes, and sniffed — and heard Addison giggle.

All right, time to get back to doing my job. Focus, Britt! I set the panties down and got to my feet.

With Danielle stripped, I was now the only person in the room still wearing any clothes. That could be taken care of quite easily, except how should I do it?

I turned toward Kay. She was masturbating, as usual, one hand fondling her tits, the other working between her legs.

“Would you take my sweater off, please?” I asked.

She grinned at me. “With pleasure.” Then she lifted my sweater up and over my head.

“Ooh,” sighed Addison, as my small breasts came into view. My nipples were stiffly erect, aching to be touched. This gave me a very naughty idea.

“Could you put some of that,” I said to Kay, nodding at her crotch, “on my nipples too?”

“Mmm, yes,” she chuckled. “I’d be glad to.”

She dropped a hand back between her legs, pushing two fingers inside her cunt, then brought the fingers up to my tits, rubbing her slippery, shiny wetness over my nipples. My clit tingled at her touch, and my pussy throbbed. Squeezing my thighs together, I could tell how soaked my panties were.

A high-pitched squeal made me glance at Addison. Her fingers were moving very fast over her clit, and she was red in the face, huffing and puffing. I didn’t think she’d come quite yet, but the little girl was obviously getting close.

Cherise was masturbating too, though not as vigorously as Addison. Both hands caressed her pussy, and her big brown eyes were wide, darting everywhere, from her mom’s nipples, to mine, to Kay’s, then to Addison’s busy fingers, and finally back to her mother.

I kissed Kay on the lips, then turned again to Danielle. “Can you take off my shoes, please?”

“All right.”

She knelt before me, carefully removed my flat shoes and, as I had done with her, tenderly massaged my feet for a few seconds. Then Danielle kissed my toes, one at a time. I adored how that felt, not only the softness of her lips, but the sensation of having a beautiful woman lovingly touch and kiss my feet. It was intensely erotic.

“Thank you,” I whispered to her.

“You’re welcome,” she said, and as she stood, Danielle trailed her fingers up the backs of my legs, briefly reaching under my short skirt to cup my butt cheeks. Then she stepped back, awaiting what would come next.

“Cherise,” I said in a low tone, moving closer to the bed, “would you please take off my skirt?”

“Um, okay…”

Her voice was shaky and I saw that she was trembling with arousal. Apparently the way she’d been playing with herself, along with everything she was seeing, had totally turned the child on. I was happy to see that.

Cherise found the button and the zipper on the side of my pleated skirt, and soon it was open, sliding down my legs. I kicked it aside, thanking the beautiful girl with a smile as she went back to stroking her pussy, then turned to Addison.

“Now I need someone to take off my panties. Would you do that for me, sweetie?”

“Yeah, sure!”

Even though she was briskly rubbing her clit and seemingly very near a climax, Addison had no problem switching gears to lend me a hand. Little kids are so adaptable.

She climbed off the bed and grabbed the sides of my undies, yanking them down to my feet. As soon as I stepped out of them, Addison lifted the panties to her nose, smelling them the way I’d done with Danielle’s.

“Mmmm,” the girl sighed, her eyes closed. I got the clear impression that these were not the first panties she’d sniffed.

“All right, now… everyone is naked,” I announced, as I put both hands between my legs, caressing my slippery labia, “and we’re all touching ourselves, playing with ourselves. Mmmm, and that is such a good thing. Everyone should do this as often as they can. Masturbation is one of the best things in the world, it makes you feel good, and it can help you learn how to please others as well as yourself.”

I looked slowly around the room while saying these words. Addison had hopped back onto the bed and picked up right where she left off, small fingers tickling her hairless pussy. Cherise was squeezing her mound between her hands, scissoring, teasing her clit. Danielle was holding her moist lips apart with one hand, the other hand sliding up and down through her furrow. And Kay, of course, was fucking herself. I had to wonder how many times a day she did this — almost every time I looked at her, the sexy woman had two fingers buried deep inside her cunt — not that there’s anything wrong with that!

“But you know what?” I said. “There’s something else you can do while you’re masturbating together with someone that makes it even better, even hotter. You can talk to them about sex.”

That got their attention. Both women and both girls looked at me, their eyes bright with interest.

“So, what are you thinking about right now? Or, when you’re alone in bed, playing with yourself, what ideas get you the most turned on? Let’s tell each other our hottest fantasies, okay?”

No one said anything in reply, though I did see nods of agreement from Addison and from Kay, and the other two appeared willing to go along as well.

“Addison, can we start with you? You said before that you’ve been masturbating a lot this week, and you also said you like thinking about me naked, right?”

“Uh-huh,” she nodded, grinning. “I do.”

“Okay, and is there anything you like to imagine me doing when you think about me that way?”

“Well, yeah, I mean, like, kissing me and stuff. Kissing and hugging. Or, you know, especially, um… licking my clit.”

“Fuck, yeah,” groaned Kay, two fingers pumping fast inside her juicy cunt, making that delicious wet slapping sound. I could smell her arousal, and I was sure everyone else could too.

“How about you, honey?” I asked Cherise. “What do you think about when you masturbate?”

The pretty girl hesitated, then finally said, “Um… I don’t know.”

“It’s all right,” I encouraged. “You can tell us. There must be something.”

Cherise swallowed and looked slowly around the room, but remained mute.

Danielle said to her daughter, “Don’t be shy, sweetie. Come on, tell us what turns you on. I really want to hear about it.”

“You do?”

“Yes, I do. I want to know what gets you excited, baby, when you touch your little pussy.”

As she said this, Danielle half-squatted in front of the child, opening her legs, drawing back her labia with both hands to expose her gooey, glistening center. With the tip of her index finger, she rubbed her fat pink clit. “Tell Mommy. Tell Mommy what turns you on, little girl.”

Cherise licked her lips. She was breathing quickly, almost panting, cheeks turning red, fingers moving faster between her legs.

“I think about, um, naked ladies,” she told us, in a quavering but surprisingly loud voice, as she stared at her mother’s sex. “About their boobs. Their big nipples. And — and — and their cunts!!”

Addison suddenly squealed. She went stiff for a moment, then fell to her side on the bed, both hands clamped between her legs, small body shuddering in orgasmic ecstasy.

“Fuck!” Kay screamed. “Fuck!!”

I turned and saw that she was climaxing too, frantically fucking herself as she watched the child come.

Hearing a heavy grunt from Danielle, I whipped my head around again. A long strand of viscous goo was dripping toward the floor from her vagina, which she was holding wide open. I could actually see her pink hole pulsating, gobs of creamy moisture oozing out as she came.

“Ohh!” cried Cherise. The little girl was rubbing herself with both hands, eyes glued to her mother’s sex. After another shrill cry, she started coming too, gasping and choking, bending at the waist with each powerful spasm.

At last it was my turn.

The orgasm burst from my center, jolting me, almost knocking me over. Somehow I managed to stay on my feet, swaying, groaning, breathing hard, loving all the wonderful sounds and smells, the warm pleasure of shared feminine desire. I was glad that I’d been able to hold off long enough to take in this stunningly erotic sight, two beautiful women and their young daughters rubbing themselves, climaxing together in incestuous lesbian lust.

Continue on to Chapter 7

By Naughty Mommy

This still wasn’t the end of our pleasurable games that night, although things were inevitably winding down.

As I began to recover from the delirious climax I’d enjoyed with Addison and Cherise eating me in tandem, I realized that people were moving around, changing positions.

I’d collapsed on the bed, nearly passing out. When I finally opened my eyes, I saw that the women were arranging the girls in a ‘69’ beside me. Addison was on the bottom, lying on her back. Cherise, the taller one, was on top.

The kids had never done this before, of course — or at least I was almost certain they hadn’t. I was equally sure, however, that their mothers had. Nothing had been said to me about this yet, but I had a clear sense that Danielle and Kay were lesbian lovers, and had been for some time. Who knows how long they’d been thinking about their daughters in this way? I really had no clue, though it occurred to me just then, in sort of a brain flash, that perhaps nearly all moms with alluring little girls will dream about seeing them play with themselves or even watching them make love with other girls.

I don’t know, maybe that forbidden desire is common and maybe it’s not. But in any case, these two, Kay and Danielle, were going well beyond fantasy, turning their taboo longings into reality.

“Now just, you know, lick each other at the same time,” urged Kay.

“Yeah, that’s right, sweetie,” said Danielle to Cherise, “lick Addison. Lick her little pussy. I wanna see you make her come.”

Pushing myself up on an elbow, I wasn’t surprised to find that as they were providing direction and offering encouragement, the women were also masturbating yet again. They never seemed to tire of it. I had to wonder, though, weren’t they getting sore by now? Certainly neither one appeared to be. Fingers moved fast between their legs, rubbing their clits and fucking their cunts as they watched Cherise and Addison begin to lick each other.

I watched too, watched all four of them, the two young children and their moms. Greedily I savored the heady sensuality, all the erotic sights and sounds and smells of feminine arousal… and soon my fingers went back to work, caressing my own mound, stroking my labia, dipping down into my juicy center, then teasing my erect clit.

Since this was (presumably) a first-time event for the girls, it took them a while to get near a peak, several minutes at least. Danielle and Kay continued to give intimate instruction, leaning in very close, telling their daughters just what to do — “lick her clit, uh-huh, now suck on it, mmm, very good” … “put your finger there, at her opening, and tickle her, that’s right, then push inside a little bit” … “don’t stop licking, don’t stop, keep licking her bud” — until finally I saw Addison start to shake, huffing and puffing, cheeks growing florid.

She tried her best, it seemed to me, not to stop licking Cherise, but the sensations were simply too strong. Addison’s eyes squeezed shut, her face in a grimace, and then she came.

A few seconds later, Kay climaxed too, furiously fucking herself with her fingers. Seeing that — a mom coming at the same time as her little girl — put me over the top as well, although this orgasm was not as mind-blowing as some of the others. It was more of a smooth, powerful surge, a warm liquid glow spreading throughout my whole body, making me shiver all over.

I mostly retained awareness of my surroundings, which was nice because I was then able to witness a sweet moment when Danielle bent down to whisper something in Cherise’s ear, tenderly kissing the girl as she lay with her head between Addison’s thighs, watching her come.

Cherise, of course, had to be content with waiting a little longer for her own culmination. Addison rallied fairly quickly, however, taking a couple of deep breaths after her spasms ended, then gamely applying herself again to licking and sucking her friend’s pussy.

Because she no longer had to pleasure Addison, Cherise could now concentrate solely on what she was feeling. The pretty child closed her eyes and raised her head. Her lips and chin were wet, her cheeks flushed, forehead beaded with sweat. She looked unbelievably sexy. Slowly, her slender form began to move, gently rocking, hips rotating as she ground her pussy into Addison’s mouth.

I heard a soft moan from Cherise, almost like whimpering, which soon became louder, more shrill, as the tempo of her motions increased. Then I heard Danielle. The woman was kneeling in front of her daughter, one hand rubbing her clit, the other clutching a breast, pinching the hard nipple.

“That’s right, baby, come on, come for Mommy,” she urged, “Mommy wants to see you come!”

This seemed to greatly excite Cherise, who’d opened her eyes again. While staring at her mother, she moved faster and faster on top of Addison, humping frantically, until suddenly all her muscles tensed — she froze for a moment, holding her breath, turning red — and then came on Addison’s face.

“Fuck! Yes!!” grunted Danielle, climaxing when she saw this, hands clamped between her legs.

Cherise, in the throes of her ecstasy, still coming, rolled off her friend and sprawled on the bed, gasping and groaning, her eyes tightly shut, perfect young body shuddering in orgasmic splendor.

Beside her lay Addison, panting and smiling, but with her eyes closed too, her limbs slack, a nine-year-old girl completely spent.

 

And with that, we finally were done.

Neither of the kids said or did anything else that evening, not while I was there anyway. Their breathing gradually slowed. They lay still, quiet, evidently on the verge of sleep if not already gone.

Their mothers and I watched them for a minute or two, then eased carefully off the bed. We gathered up our clothing and left the room, Kay turning off the light and closing the door.

Out in the hall, Kay whispered, “You wanna go to my room, Britt? Can you spend the night?”

Reluctantly, I shook my head. I motioned that we should go downstairs, and began heading that way. They followed me. When we reached the living room, I started pulling on my jeans and my sweater, not bothering with bra or panties.

“I’m sorry,” I said to the women, “I’d like to stay, but, I mean, I told my mom and dad that I’d be home tonight. They’d worry if I never showed up, and it’s too late to call. They go to bed early. I’m really sorry.”

“Oh, honey, it’s fine,” said Kay. “You don’t need to apologize. We understand.”

“Yeah, and, I mean, gosh, don’t be sorry,” added Danielle. “We all had a fantastic time tonight, thanks to you.”

“Good, I’m glad,” I said with a leer. “So did I, a very good time.”

We shared a laugh, and then Kay said, “How about, uh, a repeat engagement for next week, next Saturday afternoon. Can you do this with us again, and maybe tell your parents you’ll be staying over?”

“Yeah, I think so,” I nodded, feeling a perverse thrill. Could this really be happening? “That should be okay. We can talk about it when, um, you know, when I see you guys on Tuesday or on Thursday, at yoga lessons.”

“All right,” said Kay. “Sounds great.”

I slipped into my sneakers, found my bag, and walked with them to the front door. As I turned to say goodnight, Kay took both my hands in hers, squeezing them. I saw tears in her eyes.

“Before you leave, I just have to say, thank you, Britt, with all my heart. You have no idea how much this means to me.” She kissed my lips.

“Me too, just, thank you, thank you,” said Danielle, kissing me the same way. “This really is a dream come true for us.”

 

Fifteen minutes later, I was home. As I’d figured, even though it was not quite 10:30, my parents already had gone to bed, probably much earlier. The house was quiet, and there was no light under their door.

I went to my own room and quickly got ready for bed. But I didn’t go to sleep. A whole lot had taken place in the past few hours and I was still totally keyed up. I lay under the sheets, replaying it all in my mind.

My god, I’d watched two little girls having sex that night, and I’d had sex with them too — with their mothers watching! It was so hard to believe, but it really had happened. I’d made love with Cherise and Addison. I had licked their pretty pussies and they’d licked mine. The kids fucked me with their fingers and I came in both their mouths. And all this right in front of Kay and Danielle, as they cheered us on and masturbated. Just so incredible.

Maybe the most amazing thing is that this wasn’t my idea. I didn’t have to seduce anyone. The women had asked me, begged me, to do this for them, to have sex with their young daughters while they watched. They told me it was their dream come true.

That must mean, then, that they’d been thinking about this for a long time, hoping for it, planning for it. Was that why they hired me in the first place? Not only to teach yoga, but to do even more? This seemed unlikely, but who knows?

So, what would happen the next time, I wondered, on the following Saturday? Would we go further still? Could I possibly have sex with the moms in front of the girls? Or, even better, could the mothers and daughters make love with each other?

Damn, that would be so unbelievably hot. As I lay in bed, I began to imagine Danielle and Cherise holding one another, kissing deeply and rubbing their beautiful naked bodies together. I pictured Kay licking Addison’s hairless pussy, sliding her finger inside the girl, fucking her own child and making her come.

My clit tingled. I slid a hand down and started rubbing myself as I fantasized. I was already wet, just thinking about it. But was this only a fantasy? Or might it really happen? I so wanted to see that, the women making love with their daughters. Would they do it if I asked? Did they even want to?

Hmm, what if I, sort of… helped them along the way? What could I do to encourage this? Then I remembered something. Earlier that afternoon, while Addison was kissing me and fumbling with my boobs, I’d told myself I would have to teach her, and Cherise as well, what they should do, how to make love with a woman’s breasts. I definitely wanted to do that — but what if I was to suggest that the girls should practice not only on me, but also with their moms?

God, yeah, I loved that idea. As I rubbed my pussy, I pictured the kids, Addison and Cherise, touching their mother’s breasts, playing with the hard nipples, kissing them and sucking them. I visualized myself there with them, looking at Kay and Danielle, seeing them get more and more excited as they held the girls, petting their hair, watching as they licked and sucked their tits. And then I imagined small hands reaching down between the women’s legs, eager fingers sliding inside wet vaginas, two little girls fucking their moms, making them come.

“Ah! Ah! AHH!!”

With this enticing fantasy in my head, I came too, and then finally, at long last, I drifted off to sleep.

 

The next day, Sunday, felt kind of strange to me. It was almost like I was still in a dream. Had all of that really happened the night before? I knew it had, of course, but it just seemed so unreal. I wondered too, if my parents might notice something different and ask me about it. Not my dad so much, because he never seemed to notice anything at home. All he ever thought about was work, or playing golf. But my mom knew me pretty well. Would she say something?

She didn’t. Neither of them said anything out of the ordinary. The day went by like any other Sunday. Dad got his new truck washed and waxed, then drank beer and watched sports on TV. Mom did laundry and stuff, while I texted a few of my friends. Nothing serious, just casual chatting. No one knew my special sexy secrets. No one but Kay and Danielle and their daughters.

On Tuesday, during our yoga class after school, Addison and Cherise shared some flirtatious smiles with me, but that was all. They didn’t do anything else to give away what had happened between us. It was pretty wild, though, for me, looking at those two little girls, knowing I’d seen them both naked just a few days earlier, kissed and licked their pussies. And yet I had to act normal, if I could, pretending it was all the same as before.

It wasn’t, obviously. We really had done those things. I couldn’t get it out of my head. And as we went through the exercises and I helped them with their stretching, putting my hands on their taut young bodies, I could feel my own pussy growing moist, so much that I worried it might become obvious. I’d chosen that day for some reason not to wear gym shorts, only a powder blue leotard. Luckily no one said anything about the wet spot which was indeed there, quite visible.

When I got home, I changed clothes right away so my mother wouldn’t see the stain. After that, I told her I was going to give another private yoga lesson to Cherise and Addison on Saturday, and that Kay had invited me to have dinner with them, then play games and stay over for the night if I wanted to. I asked Mom if that would be okay — though of course I didn’t tell her the kinds of games we’d be playing — and she said it was fine with her. No problem.

As you might imagine, I was masturbating a whole lot that week, even more than usual. Typically, like most teenagers, I guess, I would make myself come at least once every day and often two or three times. But with so many wonderfully dirty thoughts swirling around in my mind, I took every opportunity I could to close my eyes, think about those girls and their moms, and rub my clit until I came again. Twice or three times a day? Nope, now it was like five or six times!

On Thursday, I took yet another step. During my self-pleasuring sessions, I had begun to fantasize not only about Addison and Cherise, but my other two students as well, Heather and Felicity. These girls were sisters, both blue-eyed blondes and both quite attractive. Felicity, who was ten, was a classmate of Cherise and Addison, while Heather, twelve, was two years ahead of them, in sixth grade.

Being the oldest, Heather was naturally more developed than the others, already endowed with pleasingly round little breasts. I could see that she, and probably her sister too, would someday have nice big boobs like their mother, Donna.

Our classes, as I mentioned before, were held at Donna’s house. She was married, and a stay-at-home mom. I’d learned from my conversations with her that she’d been a cheerleader all through high school and college, a very popular girl, no doubt, who’d wed the star quarterback. This was easy to picture since Donna was still really cute and bubbly, although she had put on a bit of weight over the years.

Anyway, that next daring step I took was to masturbate during our yoga lesson! Not right out in front of everyone, obviously, but in the downstairs bathroom at Donna’s, not far from where the kids were seated on their mats, waiting for me.

As on Tuesday, I’d decided again not to wear gym shorts, just a leotard and nothing else. And this leotard was the thinnest one I had, white and nearly see-through. While doing our warmups, I watched closely for reactions from my students — Addison and Cherise would enjoy the scenery, no doubt, but what about Felicity or Heather? Would either of them show any special interest in my body, in the way I was so provocatively flaunting it?

Yes! It definitely appeared to me that those young girls were responding just the way I wanted. I was sure I caught several lingering looks from both sexy little blondes, and so, about halfway through the session, I excused myself and stepped into the bathroom.

Breathing fast, already highly aroused by what I was doing, I unsnapped the crotch of my leotard, looking at and touching the slippery wetness that had soaked from my pussy into the material. Then, facing toward the door, I imagined all four girls gathered around, watching intently, along with Donna too, as I rubbed my clit and shoved a finger inside my cunt.

In less than a minute I reached climax, barely managing not to cry out when I came. As it was, I moaned rather loudly, and wondered if anyone might have heard. After flushing the toilet, I fastened the leotard at my crotch, sliding my fingers up and down over the damp fabric, ensuring that my labia was plainly outlined. While running some water in the sink, I smiled at myself in the mirror and then, without washing my hands, opened the door and returned to the class.

I’m not sure what I was hoping would happen next. Nothing very unusual took place. Well, I did receive quite a few more admiring glances from my students, especially as I was leading them through a series of poses with our legs spread wide. They could easily see how wet I was. There was no way I could possibly conceal it — not that I wanted to — and I really enjoyed having these young girls stare at my pussy. It felt so dirty and exciting. I loved it!

Later, though, once I’d arrived home and was changing my clothes, I began having second thoughts about what I’d done that day. Yes, it certainly had turned me on, hugely, but somehow it didn’t seem quite right.

I sat down on my bed, closed my eyes, and tried to imagine what Gina might say. Soon I realized the problem: I was confusing separate activities, not maintaining mindfulness. Sex was a good thing, it was wonderful, and if I chose to incorporate a few yoga techniques while teaching Cherise and Addison about making love, that was just fine. It was not an issue.

However, in my role as a yoga instructor, during the formal classes I led, that’s what I needed to think about and focus on — teaching yoga, nothing else. If I was going to teach mindfulness, I had to practice mindfulness.

All right, inhale, slowly exhale… know that you are breathing… inhale, exhale, smile, relax. I felt much better.

I got up from the bed, finished changing my clothes and chuckled as I thought to myself, next week, Britt, it’s gym shorts again. 

 

Saturday morning dawned. I woke up around 9:30, lying on my back, already feeling aroused about all the things I knew I’d be doing that afternoon with Kay and Danielle and with their daughters. What a lucky girl I was! I slid my hands over my body, caressing myself as I envisioned the sultry scene.

Should I masturbate? I wanted to. I often made myself come first thing in the morning. It was a perfect way to start the day.

But this time I decided not to do that. I chose to wait, storing up all my sexual energy. After having a late breakfast, I did a few chores, watched some TV, then packed a bag and reminded my mom that I’d been invited to spend the night at Kay’s house. She was still cool with that.

Before leaving, I took a long shower, making sure I was clean all over, washing and drying my hair. Then I put on panties and a short skirt, along with a cute pair of flat shoes and a soft, fuzzy sweater but no bra. I checked my makeup, added one more spray of perfume, then slipped into a warm jacket and headed out the door.

It was early February, the middle of winter, and very cold that day. My nipples instantly got hard as I walked outside to my car. I smiled, knowing I’d have plenty of other reasons for stiff nipples over the next several hours.

By Naughty Mommy

When I finally came back to life after my most recent la petite mort, I was surprised to hear applause. I knew that both women, Kay and Danielle, had reached orgasm only a minute or so before I did and that Addison had also climaxed around the same time. But now all three of them were clapping for me — or perhaps their ovation was for Cherise, the ten-year-old beauty who had licked and fucked me so satisfyingly — at any rate, they were applauding, and the gorgeous child was beaming up at me from between my legs, her mouth and chin shiny with my juices.

“Thanks,” I grinned, while nodding to Cherise. I’d been lying back on a pillow when I came, but now I pushed myself up to a sitting position. After clearing my throat, I asked, “So, um… what’s next?”

“Well,” said Kay, “I don’t know about you guys, but I’m getting awfully hungry. Is anyone else ready for supper?”

“I am!” Addison exclaimed, jumping to her feet on the bed, her naked little body bouncing with excitement.

I couldn’t help but stare at her puffy slit. God, she turned me on, as did Cherise. Even though I’d just completed a tremendous orgasm, I could already feel that wonderful tingle starting up again. Personally, I was craving more sex with these enticing young girls — but if everyone else was ready to stop for dinner, I suppose I’d just have to follow along.

Kay said, “Come on, let’s go downstairs,” as she started for the door.

“Do we have to put clothes on first?” Addison asked.

“Noooo,” Kay scoffed jokingly, “with such a sexy bunch of girls and women, who needs clothes?”

Then Cherise observed, “But um, my mom still has clothes on.”

“Oops, you’re right, I guess I do,” said Danielle with a sheepish smile. She was on the bed next to me, sitting cross-legged, wearing a top and a bra and a short skirt, but no panties and no shoes.

Kay winked at the woman, “When in Rome, do as the Romans do.”

“Well, okay,” Danielle sighed. She got up from the bed and unzipped her skirt, folding it and setting it over a chair. Then she reached behind her neck to unbutton her sleeveless silk top, lifting it over her head and off.

Rolling her eyes, Kay said to me, “Believe it or not, this ex-model here is actually shy about her body. Can you imagine that?”

“I know,” said Danielle, “it’s kind of silly, but, it’s just… well, I don’t like my boobs very much. Not compared to yours.”

As she said this, she unhooked her bra and slowly let it fall away. Her breasts were quite small, smaller than mine even, and they did sort of sag. I could understand why she might not think they were as appealing as Kay’s. But still, Danielle was a beautiful woman, tall and slender, with a trim waist and sensational legs, and not everyone can have awesome tits. Plus her nipples were really nice, long and dark, sticking out from her chest.

Impulsively, I said to her, “I like your boobs. They’re hot.”

She smiled at me, “Do you?”

“Yeah, Mommy, you look great,” added Cherise. “You’re so pretty.”

“Thank you, darling,” her mother replied.

“Come on, I’m hungry,” said Addison, as she hopped off the bed. “Let’s go eat!”

 

Kay decided to whip up a big batch of french toast. That would be quick and easy and filling, she explained, and anyway, who doesn’t love french toast? Especially when it’s sprinkled with nutmeg, covered with butter, and drenched in maple syrup? So yummy!!

Okay, I’ll admit that after she started cooking and I inhaled those mouthwatering aromas, I realized how hungry I was. I enjoyed the meal very much — and I also enjoyed the sight of Kay prancing around the kitchen in nothing except a frilly apron tied around her waist. It’s funny how in a way that made her seem even sexier to me than the rest of us, who were completely nude. I don’t know, I just really liked how she looked. Sometimes a woman can turn me on almost as much as a girl.

After she’d finished making the last panful, Kay took off her apron and sat down to eat with us. Two women, a teenager, and a pair of young girls, everyone naked, sitting around the table having dinner. Just your average Saturday night in the suburbs, right?

When we were done, I offered to help with the dishes, but Kay predictably refused to accept this. She simply stacked everything in the sink and told us she’d deal with it tomorrow.

“Right now,” she said with a leer, “there are a few more things I think I’d like to see tonight, upstairs in the bedroom. That is, if the rest of you are still in the mood for more fun and games…?”

Everyone was, no question about that. I didn’t see the slightest bit of hesitation from the kids or from Danielle. All three nodded eagerly, and I certainly wasn’t about to say no. I was horny!

So, our little group of women and girls marched back up to Addison’s room. Once we’d arrived, Kay turned to me. “Britt, you’re the instructor. I have my own ideas about what I want to see now, but it’s really your call. What do you think we should do next?”

I’d given this some thought as we were eating, and already had a plan in mind. “Well,” I began, “if you want to do this the best way, the proper way, you know, actually teaching—”

“Yes, we do,” Danielle interrupted. “I want my little girl to learn everything, and to learn it the best way she can. I trust you, Britt, to teach her, and to teach Addison too, of course.”

“That’s right,” said Kay, agreeing. “It’s totally up to you. We’re in your hands. Or maybe I should say our daughters are in your hands.”

The women laughed at this play on words and the kids joined in too, though I’m not entirely sure they got it.

Then I continued, “Um, before, Addison said something about showing Cherise how to masturbate. That’s good, I definitely think they should do that later tonight in bed. The more practice, the better. And I also think we should spend some time right now helping Cherise learn about her body, how to touch and caress herself, give herself pleasure. That’s how… well, uh, I mean, when I was younger, someone helped me like that. She taught me that it’s really important for a girl or woman to know how to please herself first, because then she’ll be even better at pleasing others.”

I surprised myself somewhat, giving them this long speech, but I truly meant what I said. It’s what I believed — and what Gina believed too, of course. Luckily, Kay and Danielle seemed fine with this, happy to accept my suggestion. Kay even winked at me when I said that thing about someone helping me when I was young. Could she have thought I meant my mom? I don’t know, it was sort of confusing, but I didn’t have much time to think about it then. Everyone was eager to get going again.

First we set everything up by having Cherise sit on the edge of the bed and then moving the two chairs in even closer so she would have a really good view of the women as they played with themselves. They both took their seats, and Addison and I sat on the bed on either side of Cherise, facing her.

“Before we do any touching,” I said, “we should start with just breathing, okay? Let’s all close our eyes. Very good. Now relax your body. Relax all your muscles. Breathe in… breathe out… slowly, quietly… find a place of stillness… and in that place, be inside yourself, within your body, knowing every part of it… know your fingers, your arms, your neck, your face, your chest, your nipples… know your toes, your feet, your lower legs, your knees, your thighs… and know that very special place between your legs, your sex… with eyes still closed, see yourself, how beautiful you are… see your mound, your lips, and now go inside, see the moist, heated center, the part that makes you a girl, a woman… be there, be inside, sense the warmth, the wetness… enjoy the comforting, welcoming feel of your pussy, your sex… this is you, love yourself, love your pussy, without even touching… feel deeply within yourself, in your hot, wet center, feel how alive you are, how sexy you are…”

I heard a sensual moan, from Kay. That didn’t surprise me. The exercise I’d taken them through was designed to create both awareness and arousal.

“You can open your eyes now. But still, no touching. Just look around, look slowly around at each of the others. Look at their bodies, at how beautiful they are. Observe each of them closely, quietly, carefully. See everything. And look especially between their legs, at their sex. Everyone open up wide, so we can all see. That’s good. Very nice. See how lovely, how feminine and desirable we all are? Little girls and grown women, all so beautiful, and all so very sexy.”

Both Kay and Danielle were licking their lips and breathing heavily. Our erotic meditation had definitely turned them on, as it was intended to do. Cherise, Addison, and I easily could see how wet the women were, and we could smell it too.

My pussy was soaked as well, and I was sure I saw a gleam of moisture inside Addison’s hairless slit. From my position, I couldn’t quite see between Cherise’s legs, not without bending over. I wanted to do that, but this wasn’t the right time.

“Now, very softly, very gently, place your hands on the insides of your legs, close to your knees. Good, that’s right. And using just the tips of your fingers, barely touching your skin, draw your hands slowly up toward your center. Very slowly, very softly.”

There was a giggle from Addison, which I ignored. I knew it wasn’t easy for a young child, only nine years old, to maintain concentration and stillness for such a long time, not to mention the fact that what she was doing might tickle a bit.

“Don’t touch your pussy yet,” I instructed. “Turn your hands over, and with your fingernails, slide back down the inside of your legs, slowly, until you almost reach your knees. And now, again, with just your fingertips, glide along softly, slowly, barely touching, coming higher, coming closer, approaching your center, your warm, wet center…”

“Unghhh,” Danielle groaned.

I looked at the woman. Her eyes were closed, her body shivering with sexual tension. With her legs spread wide, knees lifted over the arms of her chair, I could actually see both her vagina and her anus pulsating. Was this an orgasm, or just a pre-climax? Either way, Danielle was experiencing a great deal of pleasure at the moment. I was happy for her.

Cherise was staring at her mother, at her exposed sex. The girl was breathing heavily too, almost panting. It was time for the next step.

“Put your fingers on your lips, your pussy lips. Not inside, but on your lips. Gently massage, up and down, again, massage, up and down. That’s right, good. Now press your lips together, between your hands. Uh-huh. Press and squeeze. Scissor your hands just a little bit, up and down, that’s good.”

“AAAHH!!” Danielle definitely was coming now, without question, as she squeezed her vulva between her fingers. And that was fine with me. That was why we were there, after all.

“Fuck, fuck! I can’t—” Kay reached climax too, crying out, clamping both hands over her sodden pussy.

I heard a squeal from Addison. She was soaring over the top as well, fingers moving in a blur on her clit.

“Squeeze harder,” I said to Cherise. “Rub your hands up and down, faster, faster, faster.”

She heard me, and she responded, doing what I said, but she didn’t look at me. The child’s eyes were fastened on her mother’s cunt.

Danielle had two fingers hooked inside her vagina, holding it wide open. She was still coming, groaning heavily, her body jerking spasmodically. I saw milky gobs of moisture flowing from her sex, dripping down between her legs, over her ass, onto the chair.

Cherise could see this too, of course. I looked at the girl. Her jaw was clenched, her pretty face turning bright red. She trembled and moaned, and as a flush spread down across her chest, suddenly she gasped, almost choking, “OH! OH! OHHH!!!”

The child fell to the side, leaning against me, so overcome by her orgasm that she was unable to support herself. I wrapped an arm around her, holding her, and vigorously rubbed myself with my other hand while looking at the other three, at Addison, Kay, and Danielle — and then I came.

 

This wasn’t the end of our fun on that wonderful Saturday evening, not even close, although we all did need a bit of time to recover after our climactic session of meditating and masturbating.

The women were in their chairs, heads lolled back, eyes shut, quietly resting. Addison lay on the bed, on her side, both hands between her legs. Her eyes were closed too. I sat with Cherise in my arms, softly petting and soothing her.

The girl was nearly in tears, very happy yet full of feelings and emotions that were hard to handle. Although this wasn’t her first orgasm — that had come earlier, before dinner, when I was licking her pussy — the long, slow buildup I’d led them through, coupled with the intense excitement of seeing her mom come that way, so salaciously exposed, had made this experience exceptionally powerful for the ten-year-old.

Gradually Cherise settled down, regaining control of herself, getting centered, and soon was able to smile, hugging me. A minute later, Addison sat up, yawning and stretching. “Wow,” she giggled, “I think I fell asleep.”

I saw Danielle straighten up in her chair, and as she did, she looked down between her legs, grimacing, seemingly embarrassed about the gooey mess she’d made. But no one said anything to her about it.

Kay stretched languorously, just like Addison, and then with a big smile said, “So, Britt, I don’t know if it’s my place, but is it okay if I ask you to do something else now?”

“Sure,” I nodded, “anything.” And I meant it too. I would gladly do whatever these women desired.

What Kay wanted, she explained, was to see me licking Addison’s pussy once more, except this time she was hoping for a better view. She asked her daughter to perch on the edge of the bed, facing them, with her legs spread, and for me to kneel on the floor. That way both women could enjoy a close-up look at all that was happening.

How could I refuse? Why would I want to? I didn’t, naturally. I got in position and began to lick the little girl. Kay and Danielle leaned over my shoulders, one on either side, staring at the child’s wet pussy. I held it open for them, letting them see absolutely everything, hearing oohs and ahhs, exclamations of delight from the women.

“Put your finger inside,” said Kay. “I want to see you fuck her.”

And so I did. I slid my finger slowly inside Addison, hearing her groan in pleasure while I heard her mother gasp with incestuous lust. My finger went in very easily. She was just so wet, so eager to receive me… up to the first knuckle, then the second… with the girl spreading her legs still wider, welcoming the penetration.

“Rub your clit,” I said to her. “Show your mom how you make yourself feel good.”

“Okay.”

We watched as Addison placed the first two fingers of her right hand at the top of her slit, pinching her tiny pink bud between them. Then, very quickly, she began moving the ends of her fingers up and down, almost like tickling. This was a technique I’d never seen before, but if it works, then go for it!

“Fuck her pussy,” urged Kay, “fuck her little pussy! Make her come!”

I drew my finger out a bit, then slid it back in, repeating this again and again. With each thrust, we all could see — me, Danielle, Cherise, who was watching closely, and Kay, Addison’s mother — all of us could see my finger gleaming with slippery juices. I was fucking her, this nine-year-old child, and she was loving it.

“Mm – mm – mm – mm – mm,” Addison moaned, becoming louder each time, going higher in pitch. It seemed she was right on the edge, almost there.

I heard a wet slapping sound, unmistakable, and a quick glance confirmed what I knew I’d find. Next to me, Kay was fucking herself, two fingers ramming in and out of her cunt. In a throaty voice, choked with lust, she growled, “Come for Mommy, baby girl, come for Mommy, baby girl! I wanna see you come!!”

She didn’t have long to wait. Addison’s moans soon escalated almost to a scream. Her mouth fell open, her eyes rolled back, fingers moving faster and faster on her clit — and then I felt her vagina squeeze down around my finger as the child cried out, climaxing in front of us.

Kay burst into orgasm too, grunting and cursing. It was only the two of them this time. Danielle and Cherise were just watching, not masturbating, and I was busy helping Addison reach her peak.

I kept my finger inside the girl, relishing the feel of her young pussy tightly contracting and then releasing as she climaxed, a sensation I will always remember and forever cherish.

“Fuck, that’s so hot…” Danielle whispered. She was leaning in very close to me, one hand on my back, the other on my arm, staring at Addison’s smooth pink sex, shiny and wet with her juices.

“Yeah, it is, it really is,” I agreed. “So fucking hot.”

As the woman and the girl, mother and daughter, gradually came down from their ecstatic highs, I glanced up at Cherise, who was kneeling on the bed. Her beautiful brown eyes were wide, her cheeks flushed with excitement, and she had a hand between her legs, gently rubbing her little pussy.

When her gaze met mine, Cherise smiled, her whole face lighting up, and said something I’ll never forget.

“Can you do me like that too? Um, inside, I mean?”

She wanted me to fuck her. Oh my god, what had I done to deserve all this good fortune?

I was more than happy to do that with her, of course. And Cherise seemed extremely eager. She practically shoved Addison out of the way as soon as the younger girl began to recover, then sat in front of me on the edge of the bed, gorgeous long legs spread wide.

Before I began, though, I asked her, “Are you, um, I mean, are you still a virgin?”

Cherise looked puzzled. “Well, yeah, of course,” she said, cocking her head. Apparently she thought I was asking if she’d ever had sex with a boy.

“But, what I mean is, have you ever penetrated yourself? You know, like, put your finger or something else inside?”

She shook her head. “No.”

I turned to Danielle, my eyebrows raised. Did she want me to break her daughter’s hymen, assuming it was still there? I didn’t have to say these words, she knew what I was asking.

“It’s okay,” the woman nodded. “Just do whatever feels right to you, Britt. I trust you.”

Wow.

Once again I found myself utterly astonished at the surreal, dreamlike strangeness of what we were doing. If this hadn’t happened to me, I never would have believed it. But it was true. I was actually there with these two women who were encouraging me to have sex with their young daughters, to fuck them while they watched.

As if to confirm the reality, Cherise grabbed her knees and rocked back on the bed, opening herself as wide as she could. “I’m ready,” she told us.

Now we all had a perfect view of her exposed genitals. We could easily see that the girl was indeed a virgin. Her pink pussy was very wet, shiny and gooey, and inside her vagina we saw her hymen.

“Okay,” I nodded, feeling lightheaded, dizzy with lust. I took a deep breath and said, “So, um, I’m going to start first by just licking you a little bit.”

And that’s what I did. I licked Cherise’s beautiful young vulva, from her asshole up to her mound, tasting her yummy juices. I licked her everywhere, on the insides of her thighs, on her smooth labia, in her sparse pubic hair, in swirling circles around her clit, then down again to her center, licking the rim of her vagina, going all around the edges, hearing her moan, the girl’s breath coming faster.

I decided at last to penetrate her not with my finger, but with my knuckle. Using the middle finger of my right hand, I pushed my extended knuckle inside her vagina, pressing against her hymen but not quite breaking it. This is what Gina had done with me during the first year or so that we were together, until she popped my cherry when I was twelve.

Cherise was trembling, gasping as I toyed with her. I put my whole mouth over her sweet clit, licking and sucking, while also slowly twisting my hand, stretching the child’s opening. After maybe half a minute of this, Cherise reached climax, crying out. And when she came, Danielle and Kay did too, both women masturbating as they watched me eat and fuck this little girl.

 

It had been a while now since I’d enjoyed an orgasm of my own, back during our meditation exercise. After that, I’d played with Addison and Cherise, licking and fingering them, bringing the kids while their moms got themselves off. But now I wanted my turn. I badly needed to come.

I tried my best to be patient, waiting as Cherise settled down and as Kay and Danielle finished their groaning and shuddering. I looked up at Addison, who was kneeling next to Cherise. She grinned at me. Both hands were between her spread thighs, not moving much, just tenderly holding her sex. I slid a hand down between my own legs, caressing moist lips. I knew I could make myself come that way, rather quickly, but that was not what I wanted.

Instead I waited, biding my time. And as soon as it appeared that everyone was starting to gather themselves again, getting ready for more, I stood up and announced, “Okay, another lesson now. More pussy licking.”

“Yay!” Addison exclaimed, clapping her hands, bouncing on the bed. I heard warm laughter and murmurs of approval from the women. Cherise nodded at me, smiling somewhat weakly as she pushed herself up.

I helped the child get to her feet, then kneel on the floor, taking my place as I sat on the bed right where she’d been. I instructed Addison to join Cherise between my legs. And then, as their mothers watched closely and began to masturbate yet again, the two young girls licked my cunt.

It took almost no time for me to come. I was already on the edge just from thinking about what we were doing. And although I’d said this would be a ‘lesson’, it really wasn’t that. I simply spread my pussy open with my fingers and asked the girls to dive in. They did so happily, sucking and licking and kissing, fucking me with their fingers, giggling too while occasionally kissing one another, tasting my juices on each other’s lips.

Kay and Danielle both stood, rubbing themselves as they leaned in close to see everything. They urged their daughters on, talking dirty to them, and soon I felt the surge of an impending climax swelling up from my center. For a moment I wondered if I should try to wait, draw things out a little bit — but I just couldn’t. I was too turned on.

“Fuck!” I screamed, suddenly vaulting into orgasm. I grabbed the girls’ heads, pulling their mouths tightly against me as I came.

Continue on to Chapter 5

By Naughty Mommy

Could anything be better than this? My god, I’d just had sex with two little girls, a nine-year-old and a ten-year-old, licking their pussies, making them both come. It was an erotic fantasy come true.

We’d taken a short break, time for us all to recover. Kay and Danielle were sitting on the bed with us now, holding their daughters, petting them and talking quietly. I was lying on my stomach, hands between my legs, fingers wet. Once Cherise reached orgasm, I simply couldn’t stand it any more and had to touch myself. After a few quick strokes of my clit, I came in an earth-shattering climax. That was a huge one, almost knocked me out. I definitely needed a rest.

I took one more deep breath, then sat up.

Kay grinned at me. “Are you ready for more?”

“Uh-huh,” I nodded, offering a smile while still feeling a bit faint.

“Me too!” said Addison, bouncing on her mother’s lap.

“Okay, good.” Kay, now completely nude, was beaming with excitement. She kissed Addison’s cheek, then said to me, “What I’d really like to see next is, well, Britt, will you teach my little one here how to, you know, how to lick you and make you come?”

Oh my god!!! That sure woke me up. Would I be willing to let a little girl lick my pussy with her mother watching? Of course I would! Who wouldn’t?

I was suddenly so filled with lust and desire, though, that I found it hard to speak. I swallowed, then croaked, “Y-yeah, I can do that.”

“Sweetie,” said Kay to her daughter, “would you like to try that with Britt?”

The child quickly nodded, “Uh-huh!” She seemed eager to learn.

“Mmm, nice,” sighed Danielle.

The tall brunette was on her knees beside me, with one arm around Cherise. Her legs were spread, her skirt pulled up, and she was rubbing her pussy through her white panties. Danielle was the only person in the room who still had her clothes on. I wondered how long that would last — and I also noticed Cherise looking down, paying close attention as her mom played with herself.

Kay got to her feet, letting Addison slide from her lap onto the bed. “So, you two go ahead, and we’ll watch, all right?”

It was plain that the woman was planning not only to watch, but do more too. Already she had a hand between her legs, teasing her clit, while the other hand fondled her breasts and nipples. She certainly wasn’t bashful about showing her arousal.

I smiled at Kay, then turned to Addison. “Okay, maybe, uh… first, let’s you and me trade positions.”

She was near the top of the bed, and I was at the foot. We shifted around so I could lean against some pillows while instructing the child in the art of cunnilingus. I opened my legs as Addison moved into position.

Then I got an inspiration. “Um, I think, Cherise, you should watch and learn too. Get down here next to Addison, okay?”

“Okay,” Cherise nodded, and soon I had both little girls lying on their tummies between my outstretched thighs, gazing at my exposed pussy.

“God, yeah,” said Danielle, as she reached beneath her skirt to quickly pull her panties down, sliding them along her shapely legs and off.

She knelt close to us, still wearing her sleeveless top, along with a bra and her short skirt, but with knees wide apart, both hands massaging her sex. I saw that she appeared to be completely bare, shaved smooth. Kay, by contrast, had a triangle of dark pubic hair, though cropped short and carefully trimmed. I hadn’t seen Danielle’s breasts yet, but it was obvious that hers were smaller than Kay’s, perhaps as small as mine. I was barely a B-cup then.

Anyway — come on, Britt, concentrate! I shook my head to clear it, turning my attention away from comparing the bodies of these two lovely women, shifting my focus to the little ones in front of me. That was my responsibility now, teaching the girls how to lick a pussy, my pussy, and bring me to orgasm.

Both were looking up at me, avid, expectant. Such beautiful young faces, full of joy and ready to learn.

“Okay, so, the first thing is just to look,” I said to them. “Take your time, and really observe, see everything, take it all in.”

As I spoke, I slowly drew my knees up a bit more, opening my legs even wider. With the fingers of both hands, I tugged on the edges of my labia, gently parting the moist lips.

“Look closely now, and be in the moment. Breathe… know you are there… know this is me and this is you and we are one…”

This was from Gina. I was repeating her words, almost exactly, instructing these girls the same way she’d done with me when I was only eleven, a skinny little kid learning about lesbian love. Now, five years later, I was the teacher.

“Breathe… inhale… slowly exhale… close your eyes, inhale again and taste the smell… know it, learn it, make it part of you…”

While the girls had their eyes shut, I glanced at their mothers. The women seemed to be following my instructions too. Their eyes were closed and they were breathing calmly, though both were still masturbating, rubbing their pussies. That was fine with me, of course. I wanted them to come. The more orgasms the better.

I spoke again, softly, hypnotically. “You can open your eyes. Breathe deeply, in… out… lick your lips, and swallow. Can you taste the smell? Does it make you want more?”

The girls nodded in unison.

“Addison, bring your face very close to me, almost touching, but not quite. Cherise, you watch and learn. Pretty soon you’ll be doing this too.”

It wasn’t easy to keep myself under control at this point, staying focused on the task. I was extremely aroused, my clit throbbing, erect, eager for attention. I wanted to rub myself — and even more, I wanted to grab Addison and pull her mouth to my cunt, humping her until I came.

But no, I couldn’t do that, not yet. First I needed to teach them. I had a job to do.

“Now, Addison, blow on my pussy. Warm, soft breath. Very gently, that’s right…  mmm, it feels nice. Do it again. Good, so good… can you see how my pussy is beginning to open a little more, all by itself? Do you see that?”

Addison nodded, “Uh-huh.”

It was true. I’d witnessed this with Gina many times as she was teaching me. When a woman, or a girl, wants sex, her labia will slowly swell and spread open, her vagina too. This takes patience to observe, but the reward is a beautiful, delicious, incredibly erotic sight.

I’d taken my hands away from my crotch. They were resting on my thighs. As I tried to steady my own breathing, I felt a drop of lubrication ooze from my opening, sliding down. I was so fucking turned on.

“Can you see how wet I am?” I said to Addison, my voice shaky.

“Yeah…”

“That’s because I want you so much. I want you to lick me. Usually, if I wasn’t teaching you, we might be going faster. But right now we’re taking it slow. It’s okay both ways, but at the beginning, your first time, it’s good to slow things down a little, all right?”

“Mm, well, I’ll try,” Kay chuckled.

This was the first time in several minutes that either of the women had spoken. All eyes turned to her. Kay had three fingers of her right hand buried deep inside her vagina. As we watched, she drew them out, then held them up, showing us. Strands of gooey moisture made a web between her fingers.

“Sorry, don’t mean to interrupt,” said Kay, “but, I mean, I’m just so so close.”

“I know,” I told her. “And it’s fine. You can come whenever you want. You don’t need to hold back. Just let yourself go.”

“Really?” she leered.

“Uh-huh, it’s fine. No problem.”

“Good, ‘cause I don’t wanna wait anymore.”

Kay brought her right hand to her pussy, juicy fingers stroking her clit. At the same time, she shoved two fingers of her other hand up inside her cunt. “Fuck, I’m almost there — so close, I can’t, I can’t — Unh! Unh! UNHH!!”

She was coming, a woman in heat, masturbating to orgasm in plain view of another woman, of a teenage girl, and of two younger girls, one of them her own daughter. None of this mattered to Kay. If anything, in fact, it probably made her climax even stronger, more intense, knowing she had an audience and that she was breaking taboos.

We waited, watching, appreciating the spectacle. Seeing a woman or a girl at the peak of sexual ecstasy is spellbinding, breathtaking, an irreplaceable experience — something else Gina taught me. I wanted Addison and Cherise to take this all in, not miss a thing, and, of course, I wanted to savor it myself.

Finally Kay was nearly finished. She groaned, shuddered a couple of times, and then with a heavy sigh, slowly opened her eyes and smiled at us as she sat down on the bed beside me, her bottom warm against my thigh. She nodded to me as she licked her fingers, saying without words that she wanted the lesson to continue.

“Addison,” I said, “do you think you can find my clit?”

She frowned. “Your… clit?”

“Uh-huh. Do you know what that is?”

“No.”

“Well, when you masturbate, it’s the special place that — uhh, why don’t you sit up for just a sec, hon. Let me see your pussy, okay? Use your fingers and open yourself up, nice and wide. That’s right. Can you show me where you touch yourself when you masturbate? Where it feels best?”

“Well, I mean, mostly kind of like, right here?” said the girl.

“Uh-huh, exactly,” I nodded. “That’s your clitoris, or clit for short. It’s a little bud with lots of nerve endings, where all the really good sexual feelings are concentrated. For most girls, when they masturbate, that’s where the magic happens.”

“You wanna see mine?” said Danielle, suddenly.

With two fingers of one hand, the woman was spreading her labia while arching her pelvis toward us. Her fat clit protruded, pink and shiny.

“Nice,” I smiled.

I noticed that Cherise was staring, wide-eyed, at her mother’s exposed sex. The child had looked closely at Addison too, but seemed even more captivated by her mom’s blatant exhibitionism. The girl’s mouth hung open. She certainly was learning a lot.

“Goddamn, you make me wanna come again.” That was Kay. She had one hand on a breast, squeezing the nipple, while the other hand worked between her legs.

“That’s fine,” I said. “You can come whenever you feel like it, as often as you want. You too, Danielle.”

It seemed sort of funny that I was in charge of the situation, a sixteen-year-old giving direction to a pair of grown women. But they both appeared completely happy with that. So, I turned my attention back to their daughters.

“All right, now lie down again,” I said to Addison, “and move in real close, like you were before. That’s good, perfect. Okay, so… you know where your own clit is, and you’ve seen, um, Danielle’s. Now I want you to find mine. Using your fingers, pull my lips back and find my clit. Can you do that?”

“Mm, okay,” Addison nodded, a look of concentration on her face.

Although I was doing my best to stay composed, maintaining the calm demeanor of an instructor, when I felt the child’s fingers touch my vulva, I couldn’t help but give a start. She looked up at me, her eyebrows raised. Had she done something wrong?

“It’s all right,” I assured her, “no problem. It’s just, it feels good, that’s all. Keep going.”

She spread my labia and peered inside. “Is that it?” she asked.

It certainly was. My clit was as big as I’d ever seen it, sticking up like a pencil eraser.

“Uh-huh,” I nodded, “that’s my clit, pretty girl.”

I took a deep breath and slowly let it out. How difficult it was to be a good teacher under these circumstances, to remain on track with the lessons to be taught. It made me admire Gina even more, marveling at how she’d imparted so much knowledge to me while at the same time dealing with all that sexual tension. It wasn’t easy!

One more long slow breath. In, out. Concentrate. Focus. I tried to remember Gina’s words, and to use them myself.

“Put your tongue, the very tip of your tongue, right on the end of my clit. Uh-huh, right there.”

When she did, I groaned loudly, helpless to stop myself. My entire body was trembling with arousal, all my nerves on edge. I felt hot, feverish, as though my skin might actually be aglow with sexual heat.

“Uh, okay, g-good,” I managed to say. “Now, just… flick your tongue over the end a couple times. Yeah, uh-huh, GOD yeah.” I gritted my teeth, straining to stay in control. “And, um, now, kind of flatten your tongue and lay it over my clit, that’s right, and rub slowly up and down.”

Addison’s eyes were looking into mine. A coy smile tugged at the corners of her mouth. Did she know what she doing, how good she was making me feel? Well, perhaps she did, since I had done the same things with her only a few minutes earlier. But she certainly was a quick learner, an excellent student.

“Keep doing that with your tongue,” I said to her. “And, uh, you can sort of swirl it around too, if you want, in little circles. That’s right, oh my god, yes, good, perfect.”

“Ooofff!” Kay grunted next to us, climaxing again as she watched her daughter lick me. This was at least her fourth orgasm that afternoon during the special lesson I was teaching the girls. It made me happy that the woman was enjoying herself so much.

“Now, um, at the same time,” I told Addison, “don’t stop with your tongue, but… can you take your finger and put it inside me? Inside my pussy?”

“Okay.”

She did stop with her tongue, but not for long, fortunately. Only long enough to answer me and to glance down, locating my vagina. Then she put her tongue over my clit again as I felt her small finger slipping inside me.

“Mmmmm,” I groaned, “you’re gonna make me come. I don’t wanna — I don’t wanna stop now — keep doing it, lick my clit, fuck my pussy, fuck my pussy — AAHHH!!”

 

Addison was just the second person who had ever brought me to climax, Gina being the first. It was really quite amazing that my first sexual partner was a woman in her forties and my second was a child, a nine-year-old little girl. Life can be full of surprises.

Of course, it wouldn’t be long after that until I acquired a third partner, only a few more minutes. As soon as I was halfway calmed down and had opened my eyes again, Danielle said, “Now it’s Cherise’s turn, okay?”

“Sure, okay,” I smiled, letting out a contented sigh. Then I looked at the girl. “Do you want to, honey?”

Cherise nodded eagerly. She was so beautiful. Addison was certainly cute, adorable, but not as pretty as Cherise. This kid could have been a model. She had everything, a slender frame, perfect features, flawless skin. I later found out that Cherise’s mother, Danielle, had in fact been a successful model for several years when she was a teenager, until she became pregnant at age twenty and then got married. The marriage lasted only a couple of years, but she had an exquisitely lovely child to show for it.

And now that beautiful girl was lying between my legs, looking up at me, waiting for instruction. “Don’t be afraid, sweetheart,” said Danielle to her daughter. “You’ll like it, I know you will.”

Cherise didn’t seem the least bit frightened to me. Her eyes were bright, her face beaming in a toothy smile. As our gazes met, she actually licked her lips, giggling playfully.

I’d thought something to myself earlier, at the start of our session, about being on stage, expected to perform. Now that it was Cherise’s chance to take the spotlight, she seemed more than ready for it. If she’d been somewhat overawed by things before, that was all gone. She was obviously into this. Cherise liked sex!

Kay, in the meantime, had stood up again, next to the bed. I guess she liked the view from that angle. And she was masturbating, of course. The woman couldn’t seem to keep her fingers away from her pussy, which was certainly fine with me.

Addison was kneeling nearby, watching everything with interest and curiosity. Her hands rested on her thighs. I gave her a wink before continuing.

“Okay, so,” I said to Cherise, “you saw how Addison did it. You heard everything I told her. Do you think you know what to do?”

“Uh-huh, yeah, I think so. I remember.”

“Good, so then… what was the first thing?” I asked.

“Um, first was, just to look. Well, and to smell too. Breathe, inhale, smell and taste it. And the second thing after that was to sort of blow on it a little bit.”

“That’s right, excellent. So, can you do those things, nice and slow?”

“Okay.”

Cherise wriggled in a bit closer. She was on her tummy, resting on her elbows. I took a moment to let my eyes travel down her body, so smooth and elegant and slim, with long perfect legs and a tempting small round bottom. God, she made me wet. As I watched, she raised one leg, bending it at the knee, slowly waving her little foot in the air.

This whole time, of course, while I ogled her, Cherise was studying my pussy, taking it all in, making herself one with my sex. She breathed slowly and quietly, but deeply. Then I saw her close her eyes, inhale very deliberately, lick her lips and swallow. By now, after two orgasms, one when I’d masturbated and the other with Addison eating me, my pussy was drenched, sodden with moisture. There was plenty for the girl to smell, and soon to taste with her tongue.

After a minute or so of mindful inhalation and exhalation, Cherise opened her eyes. She glanced up at me, making sure I had no additional instructions for her. I smiled and nodded at the pretty child. She was doing everything right, an ‘A’ student.

She leaned in closer, her nose nearly brushing my pubic hair. I saw her swallow again. Her hands came up, and with surprising tenderness, the girl carefully drew back my inner labia, revealing my clit.

“Very good,” I said to her, my voice thick with arousal. “You’re doing perfectly, perfectly.”

The beautiful brunette smiled, but said nothing. Cherise extended her tongue, touching the tip of my clit, exactly the way I’d instructed Addison. Then she flicked her tongue over my clit.

“Fuck, yeah,” I groaned, my nerves on fire again, pulse racing. It was hard to speak, but I did my best. “Do that… do that… a couple more times, and then… the next thing.”

She knew what the next thing was, and she did it, flattening her tongue, laying it over my clit, drawing it slowly up and down a few times, then around in circles.

Oh. My. God. Nothing feels better than this, and with a gorgeous little girl doing it, licking my pussy, well, as you can guess, I was practically out of my mind with lust. Then I remembered that there was still one more thing I was supposed to tell her.

But she didn’t need to be told. Keeping her tongue in place, continuing to lick me, Cherise managed to find my opening with her finger, and slid it inside, fucking me.

I didn’t want to come too quickly. I wanted her to have this experience just a little longer, licking and fingering, learning to give pleasure. I closed my eyes, gritting my teeth. My hands were on my breasts and I squeezed them hard, nearly to the point of pain, trying to hold on as long as possible.

Then I heard Danielle’s voice beside me. “That’s right, baby girl, lick her pussy… lick her pussy, little girl…”

I turned to look at the woman. Her face was flushed, shiny with sweat. Both hands were between her spread legs, fingers massaging her clit. She seemed almost in a trance, eyes glazed as she murmured, “Eating pussy little girl eating pussy little girl eating pussy little girl eat—” and then suddenly “—eahh-AHH!!” She was coming.

Cherise’s gaze flicked for a second or two over to her mom, but her tongue never stopped licking me, her finger never ceased fucking my wet cunt.

I heard a high-pitched squeal, this from Addison, who was kneeling next to Cherise, her face in a grimace, blue eyes flashing from pussy to pussy to pussy, from mine to Danielle’s and then to her own mom’s, Kay’s. Addison had begun masturbating too, and the excitement was already too much for her. She climaxed.

When that happened, Kay came as well. She grunted and groaned, her womanly body jolted by the spasms. I watched her briefly, then turned again to Danielle. Her orgasm was almost over. She was still breathing heavily, panting, licking her lips. I saw a puddle of juices beneath her staining Addison’s Little Mermaid bedspread.

I looked back down at Cherise, a ten-year-old child licking pussy for the first time, my pussy. I was going to come in her mouth.

Nearly breathless, barely able to get the words out, I said to her, “Take your… finger… out… and put… your tongue… inside me…”

Saying these words, all by itself, was nearly enough to push me over the top. But I waited, held on as long as I could, as Cherise eased her slender finger from my vagina and replaced it with her tongue.

And then I exploded into orgasm.

Continue on to Chapter 4

By Naughty Mommy

Kay led the way upstairs. Danielle and I followed behind, her arm linked warmly through mine. We could hear the two little girls chattering and giggling inside as we approached Addison’s bedroom door, which was ajar.

After knocking lightly, Kay pushed the door open and we entered the room. Cherise and Addison were on the rumpled bed, sitting close together, grinning at us. Their cheeks were flushed, eyes bright with anticipation. Both were in shorts and t-shirts. Addison was barefoot, while Cherise wore droopy yellow socks.

As Kay informed me that she and Danielle already had told their daughters what was going to happen, the kids giggled some more, clutching at one another. They both seemed excited, not hesitant at all. It made me wonder about those conversations that had taken place earlier. What exactly had their mothers said to the girls?

Two chairs were in the room which hadn’t been there before. They were in front of the closet, facing the bed. Kay and Danielle sat down in the chairs, close to each other, both crossing their legs. They held hands.

The next move, apparently, was up to me. I’d been given no instructions, though, and I wasn’t quite sure how to begin. I stood there for several seconds, frozen with uncertainty. Finally I said to myself, how many chances like this are you going to get? Just go for it! 

Taking a deep breath, I smiled at the girls, my eyes going from one to the other, then said in what I hoped was a seductive voice, “Okay, so, um, I’m supposed to give you guys some special lessons today. These lessons aren’t really yoga, but, well, you’ll see…”

They both giggled again loudly, almost manic, bouncing on the bed. After pausing a moment for them to settle down, I lifted my sweater over my head and off, letting it drop to the floor. Then I opened my jeans, while at the same time pushing my sneakers off with my feet. I shimmied the tight jeans down over my hips, and stepped out of them. I wore no socks.

I suddenly got a picture of all this in my mind: a slim teenage girl, standing in a bedroom, wearing only bra and panties, gazing at two children on the bed, a nine-year-old and a ten-year-old, while seated close by, looking on, are a pair of women, the girls’ mothers, expecting the teenager, me, to make love with their daughters. What a crazy situation!

It certainly was crazy, something I’d never dared to dream would ever take place. But it truly was happening. I was there, in the room with the two kids, along with their moms. I would have sex with these girls while the women watched. Or at least that was the plan, assuming nothing went wrong.

My palms were sweaty, my stomach churning with nervous excitement. What I felt then, I must admit, was not primarily arousal but anxiety. It was like I was on stage and had to deliver a command performance. Would I do well, or would I flop?

I gave myself another quick pep talk: You can do this, Britt! Enjoy it, make it fun!

So, I clapped my hands and said, “Okay, who’s first? Who wants to start?”

Addison instantly responded, “I do! I do! Me first!”

Cherise nodded at her friend, then scooted back to lean on a couple of pillows against the wall, content to watch for now. I saw that she was smiling but looked a bit mystified, as if she had no idea what was going to happen next.

That makes two of us, I thought. But I did my best not to show any fear or reveal my doubts. I wanted to be brave and confident.

For a few seconds I closed my eyes, summoning my memories of Gina, my yoga instructor and first lover. I saw her beautiful face, smiling at me, heard her strong voice, encouraging me. I tried to recall the things Gina had taught me, how to focus my thoughts and generate strength, but more than that, how to practice mindfulness, how to be where you are.

Willing myself to be calm, to stay centered, I took a long, deep breath, then opened my eyes again, turning to Kay.

“I have your permission?” I asked the woman, my eyebrows raised.

“Yes, oh, yes,” she nodded firmly.

“And yours?” I asked Danielle.

She grinned, “Uh-huh, absolutely.”

I took a step forward, nearing the bed, and held out my hand. Addison took it. Her fingers were moist, like mine, but warm. “Do you know what we’re going to do?” I said, gently squeezing her hand.

“Um, I think so. Sort of.”

While looking into the child’s pretty blue eyes, I reached behind my back and unhooked my bra, then slowly lowered the cups, exposing my breasts. She giggled, staring at my nipples, her gaze flitting back and forth between them.

I tossed the bra aside. “Do you want to touch my boobs?” I asked her.

Addison swallowed. “Yeah, um, okay.”

Getting up on her knees, she extended both hands, tentatively, fingertips barely grazing my nipples. Although they were stiff already, this touch from the little girl — and the knowledge of what I was doing — made my nipples even harder. My clit tingled, my pussy getting wet. The anxiety I’d felt before was almost gone now, replaced by desire, by lesbian lust.

“I want to make love with you,” I said to Addison in a husky whisper.

I heard a sigh, almost a moan.

Glancing in that direction, I saw Kay, Addison’s mother, hurriedly opening the buttons on her shirt. I’d noticed earlier when I arrived that she wasn’t wearing a bra. Now, as I watched and as Addison watched, Kay pulled the sides of her shirt away, revealing full round breasts with pink nipples. She covered her boobs with both hands, massaging them and pushing them together, pinching the nipples. Her face was flushed. She groaned in pleasure, then licked her lips and looked at me. “Go on,” she nodded.

I smiled at Kay, and at Danielle as well. The other woman hadn’t made any move yet to take off her clothes, but she was squirming in her chair, rather obviously squeezing her crossed legs together, stimulating her pussy. Her eyes were hooded and she was breathing hard. There was no question that she was highly aroused.

What a privilege this was! Not only was I being encouraged to have sex with a couple of very hot little girls, I actually had the opportunity at the same time to fulfill the erotic fantasies of these two gorgeous women. Everyone would get what they wanted.

I turned my attention back to Addison. “Let me take off your shirt, okay?”

“Okay.”

Reaching down, I grasped the hem and lifted it up. The child raised her arms over her head and the shirt came off. Her chest was completely flat, nipples still just small pink discs. Addison’s straight reddish-brown hair was short, in a pageboy cut with flirty bangs. Her eyes were large and round, light blue in color, filled with wonder, curiosity, and intelligence. I was captivated by them, had been since the very first time I met her.

“Mmm, you’re so pretty,” I told her.

She simply giggled, making no attempt to cover her chest. Modesty was not part of Addison’s makeup.

I stepped closer, my knees bumping the mattress, and took the girl in my arms, bringing my lips to hers. When we’d kissed a week earlier, it had been Addison taking the lead, but now I was the aggressive one, shoving my tongue into the child’s mouth. I held her tight, my breasts pressing against the bare skin of her chest.

After only a slight hesitation, she responded, kissing me eagerly, if a bit sloppily. I got the sense, although I didn’t know for sure yet, that she might have done some ‘practice kissing’ in the past, presumably with Cherise or with some of her other little friends.

Addison and I kissed that way for thirty or forty seconds, maybe a minute or even longer. I wasn’t keeping track of the time, simply enjoying myself. I loved the taste and feel of her mouth, the soft warmth of her skin under my touch, her girlish scent, and the cute sounds she made.

In my lovemaking with Gina, kissing had always played a very prominent role, taking up a good portion of our foreplay. That was how we began, in fact, when her instruction moved beyond yoga. At first, it was only kissing. We did that at the end of each lesson for several days, and then things went a step further. Gina was on top of me one afternoon, kissing me, humping her crotch against my leg — and suddenly she came. That was the first orgasm we experienced together, though certainly not the last.

So, I let the kissing go on with Addison for a long time, until she erupted into giggles and pulled away. I opened my eyes and smiled at her. She wiped her lips with a hand, grinning and chortling.

“Stand up on the bed, honey,” I said to her.

She immediately complied. I unsnapped and unzipped her denim shorts, then tugged them down. She was wearing red panties, the same pair she’d modeled for me the week before. I smiled when I saw that.

After she stepped out of her shorts and I set them aside, I hooked my fingers into the waistband of Addison’s bikini panties, then asked her, “Is it okay if I take these off?”

“Uh-huh,” she nodded.

Just as I began to pull them down, the girl said, “And can I take yours off too?”

“Sure you can,” I winked at her. “We’ll both get naked, then we’ll kiss some more, all right?”

“Okay,” Addison giggled, as I peeled the little undies down her legs.

That done, she jumped off the bed and grabbed my panties, pulling them down and off. I noticed she gave a long look at my curly red bush, neatly trimmed and kept fairly short, but still a bush. She said nothing about it, though.

Soon I was lying on the bed with the child, kissing her again. She was on her back and I was mostly on top, one leg hooked over hers. Cherise was next to us, watching. She was still clothed, of course, while Addison and I were nude. As we kissed, Addison made some fumbling attempts to play with my breasts, but it was plain that she really had no clue what she should do with them. I would have to teach her, and Cherise as well.

Then I heard an urgent whisper. “What are they doing?” 

I broke the kiss with Addison, a stand of saliva stretching from my mouth to hers, and looked up at Cherise. The ten-year-old was staring at her mother and at Kay, her brown eyes wide.

After taking a quick look, I explained, “Well, they’re, um… they’re masturbating.”

The women were sitting slightly slumped in their chairs, legs spread apart. Danielle’s skirt was hiked up around her waist, both hands working busily inside her white panties. Kay had opened her slacks and had one hand shoved down inside while the other fondled her exposed breasts and nipples.

“Have you ever done that?” I asked Cherise.

She shook her head. “No.”

“I have,” volunteered Addison. “My mom showed me how when I was seven.”

I was astonished. Her mother showed her how?! That admission opened up all sorts of questions — but I chose not to deal with any of them now.

I said to Cherise, “It’s, well, masturbation is a kind of sex you can have with yourself. It feels great.”

“Yeah, it does,” agreed Addison. Turning her head to look up at her friend, she said, “I can show you tonight when you sleep over, okay?”

“Okay,” whispered Cherise.

I patted the girl on the leg. “How about if we get you naked too, all right? And then I’ll kiss both of you. Would you like that?”

Cherise didn’t reply to this at first, continuing to stare at Danielle, watching her mother masturbate. She started to turn to me, then looked back again at her mom. It was as if she was locked in place, unable to make a move or decide what to do.

I heard Danielle say, “It’s okay, sweetie, everything’s fine. Just do what Britt tells you. She’s your teacher. Do what she tells you.”

Cherise nodded, “Okay.”

Pushing myself up, I knelt in front of the child, placing a hand on her shoulder and gently stroking her cheek. “We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to,” I told her, looking into her eyes. “It’s fine. You can just watch, or… whatever.”

“No, I, um, I wanna do it. My mom said this would be the best thing I ever could learn. Even better than yoga, she said. And I want to learn about it.”

“Better than yoga,” Addison chuckled. She was on her back next to us, observing this exchange. But I saw that both hands had slid down between her legs and she was tickling her little pussy.

“So, do you want me to take your clothes off now?” I asked Cherise. “And kiss you?”

“Uh-huh,” she nodded, blushing a bit but smiling too.

“Let’s take your shirt off first.”

She agreed, and I lifted her t-shirt up over her head, dropping it to the floor.

Like Addison, Cherise had no boobs at all, just a flat chest, though her nipples were slightly larger and darker. I gazed at her for a moment, feeling a renewed surge of desire, my clit throbbing. There’s something about little girls on the cusp of puberty that makes me go insane with lust. I’m an adult now, and I love having sex with grown women, or with teenage girls, but I’ve never known anything more thrilling than the first time with these sweet young things, initiating them, teaching them how to give and receive pleasure.

Without waiting for me, Cherise opened her shorts and started pushing them off, along with her undies and her socks too, all in a bundle. I assisted her, and then the little girl was nude. I had her lie down, right next to Addison. The friends smiled at each other, giggling.

After getting in position, inserting one knee between Cherise’s thighs and the other between Addison’s, I stopped for just a second to study the girls. Cherise had a trace of dark hair on her mound, a few curly wisps, while Addison was completely bald. I almost couldn’t believe this was happening. What an incredibly lucky break: here were two naked children all set for me to kiss them and do even more than that while their mothers watched!!

Suddenly I realized that I was rubbing myself, stroking my clit and my pussy lips. It was instinctive, automatic. I also saw that Cherise was watching me closely. There was a lot she needed to learn.

Then I glanced over at the women again. Danielle was breathing hard, both hands still working inside her panties. She was red in the face. Kay’s slacks were down around her ankles, and her panties as well. She was fucking herself with two fingers. I was sure I could smell her wetness — or maybe it was mine, or Danielle’s, or even all three. The room was filled with the scent of juicy feminine arousal.

I paused a few seconds more to fully be in the present moment, practicing mindfulness, and then I made eye contact with both girls, sharing that oneness with them. This was something we’d worked on in our yoga sessions, and they knew what it meant.

They were with me then. We were together, joined, unified.

Slowly I leaned down, bringing my lips to Addison’s. I kissed her tenderly, then shifted over and kissed Cherise the same way. This was the first time, except for quick pecks on the cheek, that the pretty ten-year-old and I had ever kissed. Her lips were warm, though I could feel a tremble and I sensed some tension, some stiffness. I kissed her again, letting my mouth linger on hers, not using tongue yet, just lips on lips.

“Breathe,” I whispered to Cherise, “breathe and be.”

This seemed to relax her. Her lips softened. She let out a sigh. I flicked my tongue over her upper lip. She moaned. Her lips parted. I felt her hand on my arm, fingers lightly caressing. I kissed her again, more deeply, and she returned the kiss.

Cherise and I kissed for a minute or so, becoming comfortable with our new intimacy, tongues gingerly playing. Then I returned to Addison, kissing the child wetly, feeling the heat steadily grow among the three of us.

I heard a series of grunts from Kay, but didn’t look over. I wasn’t sure if she’d reached climax or was just getting very close. For another few minutes, I went back and forth between the girls, kissing them and whispering soft words, letting us find a place where we were content and aware, aroused but serene.

Finally, in a voice so quiet only they could hear, I said to Addison and Cherise, “Now you two kiss each other.” And they did. It was utterly beautiful, seeing these lovely naked girls kissing and sighing and pawing, so full of desire. I slid my hand down between my legs, rubbing myself as I watched them.

Soon I brought my mouth close to theirs. We shared a sort of mutual three-way wet kiss for several seconds, and then I whispered, “Now I’m going to kiss you again, but not these lips. Your other lips. I’m going to kiss your pussy lips. You can kiss some more if you want, but just try to relax, be in the moment, feel it. Let yourself go wherever the feeling takes you.”

Without waiting for a response, I eased down on the bed, trailing my fingertips over their chests, their bellies, and their mounds. Both girls wriggled and giggled nervously. I knew it would probably take them a while to really relax, no matter what I said.

I began with Addison, kneeling between her legs, looking at her smooth, puffy labia. Placing my hands on the insides of her thighs, I applied gentle pressure, opening the girl up for me. As her legs parted and I leaned closer, I saw a gleam of moisture at the base of her labia, inside her pink hole. She was wet.

My mouth watered. My heart was pounding in my chest. I took a long, deep breath, trying to stay centered, be present, follow my own teaching. After licking my lips, I bent down and kissed Addison’s pussy.

“Unh! Unh! UNHH!!” There was no question about it now, Kay definitely was having an orgasm, apparently a powerful one. I didn’t look over, though. I continued kissing and licking her daughter’s pussy as I listened to the woman come.

Then I heard Danielle. Her climax was even louder than Kay’s. “Yes!” she shrieked. “God, yes!!”

Cherise sat up, concern etched on her face. “Mom?”

I raised my head. Danielle was unable to respond to her daughter at the moment, the orgasm totally consuming her. She and Kay both were slumped in their chairs, hands between their legs, eyes shut tight, bodies shuddering spasmodically.

“Mom?” Cherise said again. “Are you all right?”

The woman’s eyes blinked open. She tried to take a breath, tried to speak, “I, I—”  but was jolted with another surge of climax.

At long last it was over. Danielle let out a heavy sigh. Pushing her hair back from her face, beaded with sweat, she smiled at us and said, “Yeah, I… it’s fine, honey. I’m just fine, perfect.”

“Okay,” said Cherise, eyes still wide.

“She had an orgasm,” I told the girl. “Your mom had an orgasm. It’s, um, a sexual feeling, a very good feeling.”

“Yes. Very very good,” Danielle laughed, and Kay laughed with her. Addison’s mom was licking and sucking her fingers, the two she’d been plunging deep inside her cunt as she fucked herself.

To me, Kay said, “Please, just, you guys go ahead. Sorry for the interruption.”

Danielle giggled, “Yeah, sorry,” as she gently patted her pussy through her panties. “We’ll try to be quiet.”

“No, it’s fine,” I smiled. “That’s what we’re here for, to enjoy ourselves, have fun with our bodies and everything. You can be as loud as you want.”

I turned to the kids. “Right, girls?”

“Uh-huh,” said Addison. “I like seeing that. It’s fun!”

Cherise nodded too, but didn’t say anything. I took her hand, giving it a squeeze, and told her to lie down again.

After she did, I moved between her legs for a moment, wanting her to feel included. I kissed the girl’s tummy and her mound, nuzzling her scant pubic hair, then kissed the insides of her slender thighs. I placed a few soft kisses on her labia, feeling her shiver with excitement, but then went back to Addison.

My feeling was it probably would be easier to make Addison come first, and then I could turn my attention to Cherise. After seeing her friend enjoy the experience, she might be more ready for it herself. At least that’s what I hoped.

I was surprised that it didn’t really take long at all with Addison. I was almost certain she’d never had sex before — other than masturbation, which she’d admitted to — but the girl seemed to respond quite readily to my lovemaking.

As I kissed and licked her little clit, she put her hands on my head, holding me there, almost guiding. She moaned, and I felt her small body writhing beneath me. While still licking her, I reached down and found her opening. Slowly I slid a finger inside, hearing a louder moan. The child was wet, slippery with lubrication, and she was tight, but there was no resistance. I couldn’t feel a hymen. It was gone. She much have broken it herself at some point during sexual exploration.

I knew about all this from my time with Gina. Although I’d had some rudimentary sex education at school (“Health and Hygiene” they called it), and my mother had given me a not very useful book around the time I started my period, it was through hands-on experience with my yoga instructor that I really learned everything I needed to know. I’ll always be grateful to her.

So, I fucked the nine-year-old girl with my finger and sucked and licked her little clit, feeling her tremble and shake, apparently getting very close. Just when I thought she was nearing the peak, we heard Kay climax again, those loud grunting noises coupled with the wet slapping of her fingers in her cunt. I was worried this might throw Addison off, distract her from the mounting pleasure, but that wasn’t a problem.

I heard Addison breathe one word, “Mom…” and then suddenly she was coming, squealing ecstatically as her thighs clamped around my head. I felt her vagina squeezing my finger in rhythmic contractions. It almost made me come myself, knowing what I’d done, bringing a little girl to orgasm as her mother watched.

When Addison finally settled down, releasing my head from the vice-like grip of her thighs, I crawled on top of her, kissing her, letting her taste her own juices on my lips. I turned my head and kissed Cherise too, sharing the yummy stickiness from Addison’s pussy with the other girl. The three of us giggled together, kissing and licking each other’s mouths.

Then we heard Danielle — “Yes! Fuck! YES!!” — coming a second time.

Now that Cherise knew what this was, what to expect, it didn’t upset her. She laughed, “Very very good, right?”

“That’s right,” I told the child, kissing her pretty mouth, then kissing her throat, then her chest, licking her little nipples, scattering kisses over her belly, moving down to her mound.

Eagerly she spread her legs wide, letting me see her pussy. Cherise wanted me to eat her, and so I did.

I was extremely aroused, nearly on the verge of coming myself, and I made no attempt to take it slow. I covered the girl’s sex with my mouth, sucking and licking, almost frantic with my desire for her.

I heard a voice, somewhere close to me, “Yes, yes, suck her pussy, lick her pussy!” and I felt a hand on my bottom. It was Danielle. She was standing right beside us, watching closely. I could hear Kay there too, talking dirty, urging me on. I couldn’t see them, though. I didn’t even try to look up. All my concentration was on this perfect little pussy I was kissing and licking, a juicy young girl I was fucking with my tongue, tasting, swallowing, sucking, eating.

There was nothing artistic about this. I was in a frenzy, humping my crotch against the mattress as I ate Cherise, wildly excited about having sex with a child while these two women, one of them the girl’s mom, watched and masturbated.

Again I was surprised at how fast it all happened. Or at least it seemed fast to me. Maybe it took longer, several minutes or more, but in my carnal mania everything was compressed, tightened. It was just me, my mouth, and the delicious smooth young pussy I was eating.

Cherise had been lifting her vulva the whole time, offering herself to me. But now as her orgasm neared she was bucking on the bed, making it hard for me to hold on. I wrapped both arms around her slender thighs, pressing my lips and tongue to her sex.

I licked and sucked some more, then all at once I felt her go stiff, her body rigid, barely trembling. I heard a loud gasp and then a shrill cry, Cherise’s voice, as I tasted a spurt of juices in my mouth. I heard another cry, Danielle, coming at the same time as her daughter.

Continue on to Chapter 3

By Naughty Mommy

The most amazing, sexually fulfilling experiences of my life (so far, at least) occurred when I was still a teenager, a sophomore in high school. I was hired as a private yoga teacher for a few young girls, and that assignment blossomed into something I never could have imagined.

I originally learned about yoga from an older woman named Gina. I started taking lessons from her when I was eleven years old and she was in her early forties. Within a few months, Gina seduced me and we began having sex every time I would go to her apartment for yoga instruction.

Over the next four years, she taught me a great deal about yoga — she was truly a wonderful instructor — and along the way she also taught me pretty much everything there is to know about making love to a woman, or to a girl.

Eventually Gina decided to move to another city, far away. She told me she had fallen in love with a woman closer to her own age whom she’d met online, and who happened to be wealthy, and she was going to live with her.

I begged Gina not to leave me, and we had a tearful farewell. She said she would never forget me and hoped we could stay in touch, although she encouraged me to look for romance — and sex — with a teen like myself instead of a grown woman.

Little did she or I know that within a few months I would become involved with someone very young, much younger than I was.

 

I moped around for weeks that fall after Gina moved away, unable to get myself really motivated about anything. Even when I celebrated my birthday, turning sixteen in November, I felt miserable, and Christmas wasn’t any better. Finally, my mother, who was aware I’d been close to Gina but had no idea just how close, made an effort to get me going again. She suggested to a friend of hers where she worked that I might be able to teach yoga to the woman’s daughter.

At first I wasn’t too enthused about this plan, but then, just after the holidays, my mother arranged for me to meet the woman, whose name was Kay, and her nine-year-old daughter, Addison.

Although I hadn’t yet come out to my mother or to anyone else either, I had decided during my years of hidden sex with Gina that my childhood hunches about being lesbian definitely were correct. I’d always been much more drawn to girls than boys. And when I met Kay, an attractive redhead with nice legs, I could tell right away that she knew I was gay, and it was certainly obvious to me that she was gay, or at least bisexual, from the way she was checking me out.

I didn’t really look like a lesbian then (whatever that means), nor do I now for that matter. At sixteen, I was slender and petite with a mop of curly red hair that I kept fairly short, and I almost always wore makeup — no foundation but just some eyeshadow, eyeliner, and mascara, and often lipstick, usually pink. I didn’t need rouge because my cheeks were naturally blushed, which went nicely with my pale, clear, lightly freckled complexion.

In any case, I liked the way it felt to have a woman attracted to me again, especially a sexy thirty-something woman like Kay. And I also liked the way Addison kept smiling at me. It gave me a warm feeling inside. So, I decided on the spot that taking this job might not be such a bad idea after all.

I’m sure my mother never realized that Kay’s enthusiasm about hiring me to instruct her daughter was probably motivated more by her sexual attraction to me than by whatever qualifications I had as a yoga teacher. However, I was a very good instructor, and I really enjoyed teaching the girls.

I say girls, plural, because it turned out that Kay’s child, Addison, was not my only student. Three other kids from their neighborhood also began attending my classes: ten-year-old Cherise, whose mother, Danielle, was a beautiful but reserved brunette, and two sisters, Heather, twelve, and Felicity, ten, whose mom was a cheerful, buxom, blue-eyed blonde named Donna.

This arrangement was just fine with me, since it meant I was now getting paid four times as much. Plus I found myself genuinely having a lot of fun with my young students… and before long, the lessons I was giving them would go well beyond yoga instruction.

 

Our classes were held at Donna’s house, since she was the only one of the mothers who was married, who stayed home during the day and didn’t go to work. We met twice a week, on Tuesdays and Thursdays after school, and I would instruct the four girls from 3:30 until 5:00. After that, Danielle and Kay would arrive to pick up their daughters and take them home.

As I said before, Kay had seemed sexually interested in me right from the first time I met her, and that impression didn’t change. Whenever she saw me, she gave me a tight squeeze and warmly kissed my cheek, and it was very clear to me that she would much rather have been kissing my mouth.

I would have liked that too because the woman definitely was appealing. She was an inch or two shorter than me, small but curvy, and had wavy red hair that cascaded over her shoulders, though her hair was somewhat darker than mine and her eyes were blue while mine were green. At thirty-two years old, Kay still had a nice figure along with a bubbly and infectious personality. I loved being around her.

Darling Addison, like her mother, was friendly, outgoing, and affectionate. She was constantly touching me, holding my hand or sitting on my lap every time she had the opportunity. I encouraged this and soon had to admit that I was feeling strong but forbidden desires for the adorable nine-year-old. The truth for me, back then and still today, is that I’ll get just as turned on by a cute little girl as by a grown woman, if not more. That’s just who and what I am.

Anyway, one Thursday afternoon, about a month into the lessons I’d been teaching, Kay invited me to come home with her and Addison and have dinner with them. I agreed, and after calling my mother to let her know my plans, I got in my beat-up old Toyota and followed Kay through the neighborhood until we reached their place. It was a neat townhouse, with a living room, kitchen, and dining area downstairs and two bedrooms upstairs.

After giving me a quick tour, then kicking off her shoes and leaving herself barefoot, Kay said, “Addison, honey, you take Britt up to to your room and show her your toys while I get dinner ready for us, okay?”

“But wait,” I objected, “can’t I help you in the kitchen? I’d be glad to do anything you need, like, uh, set the table or something.”

“Oh, no, don’t you worry about that. It won’t take me long at all. And Addison will have so much fun playing with you. Just go on.”

So I agreed, and allowed the eager child to lead me by the hand to her room.

Once we were up there, Addison seemed more interested in showing me her drawings than her toys. She had dozens of colored pencil sketches of girls, teenagers and younger, mostly wearing short skirts and smiling flirtatiously.

“Did you really do these?” I asked her. I was surprised at how good they were artistically, and somewhat taken aback by how overtly erotic some of them seemed to be.

“Uh-huh, do you like ‘em?”

“Yes, I do, very much.”

I sorted slowly through the drawings, admiring how skilled she already was at capturing proportion, creating realistic skin tones and shading, and at forming expressions. I’d taken art classes and done some drawing myself, but she was much better at it than I ever would be. And I quickly felt myself becoming aroused, partly from looking at the sexy pictures Addison had drawn, but also from the enjoyment of having this sweet thing cuddling close to me.

“Which one do you think is the prettiest?” she asked.

“Well, um, I don’t know…”

That was not entirely true, because I’d immediately been attracted to a drawing of a lithe young blonde, maybe twelve or thirteen, wearing a very short dress and bending over to pick some flowers.

“Which is your favorite?” I asked.

Addison found one of a slim redhead in a tiny two-piece bathing suit. “I like this one best.”

“Really? Why?”

“Don’t you recognize her?”

“Well…” Could it be me in the drawing? Could this little girl really have drawn such a sexy picture of me?

“It’s you! Do you like it?”

“Um, yes, yes, it’s very nice. But you’ve never seen me dressed like that. How did you know what I would look like?”

As I was saying this, it occurred to me that although Addison hadn’t yet seen me in a bikini, I usually wore gym shorts and a leotard for our yoga classes, so it’s not as if I’d hidden my figure from her or the other girls.

Just then, Kay stuck her head in the door. “How are you two getting along in here?”

“Fine,” answered Addison. “I’m showing her my drawings.”

Kay stepped into the room and I stood up, embarrassed in some hard-to-define way. I suddenly felt as if I’d committed a violation of some kind by looking at these arousing sketches with a little girl, even if she had been the one to create them.

“That’s nice,” said Kay. She sat down on Addison’s bed, right where I’d been sitting. “I love your drawings, honey. Do you like them, Britt?”

“Um, y-yes,” I stammered. “She’s, I mean, they’re very good.”

“I know, I think she’s really got talent.” Kay hugged her daughter and kissed her on top of the head.

Then she stood up, putting her hands on her hips, and said, “Okay, our dinner’s in the oven, baking. It’ll be done in another twenty minutes or so. I’m going to take a quick shower before we eat, all right?”

“Okay, Mommy,” answered Addison.

“Britt, will you help me with this dumb zipper? I can never get it.” Kay stood with her back to me, waiting.

“Uh, okay.” I found the small clasp on the back of her dress and undid it, then pulled the zipper down.

Kay shrugged the dress off her shoulders and let it fall to the floor, then turned around and picked it up. She was wearing a matching red bra and panty set and nothing else.

“Mommy, you look pretty!”

“Thank you, honey.” She leaned over and gave her daughter a quick kiss on the lips, then left the room, pulling the door mostly closed.

I was still standing. Addison looked up at me.

“Do you think my mom is pretty?”

“Um, yes, sure.” I felt my cheeks flush even redder than they usually were. “She’s very pretty.”

“I think you’re pretty too. Are you wearing any panties?”

“What??”

“I like my mommy’s red panties. But since you have on a leotard, you’re probably not wearing any panties, are you?”

“Um… no…”

“I have some red panties, too. You wanna see ‘em?”

Before I could give an answer, Addison bounced off the bed and over to her closet, where she pulled out a wire drawer full of little girl’s undies and rummaged through them until she found a bright red pair of bikini panties. Without saying anything else, she pulled off her tennis shoes and unzipped her jeans, then started to push them down over her narrow hips. The panties she had on were white.

“Wait — what are you doing?”

“I want to try on my red panties for you!”

Addison pulled off the panties she was wearing and then came to stand in front of me. “Sit down,” she said, as she took my hand and guided me to sit on her bed. “Look, aren’t they nice?”

She was still wearing a t-shirt and was completely flat with no breasts yet, but that wasn’t what I was looking at. As she held the red bikini panties in front of her to show them to me, all I had to do was lower my eyes a fraction to stare at her naked crotch. Her tiny pouting pussy lips, without a hint of pubic hair to hide them, were right there in front of me. Addison’s pale skin was smooth and flawless. I wanted to grab her, kiss her, put my hand between her legs, and slide my finger inside her little girl cunt.

“You like these?”

I nodded, unable to speak. I could feel perspiration beading on my upper lip, and I knew my own pussy was dripping wet.

Addison smiled. “Do you like looking at me?”

“What — what do you mean?”

“My mommy likes to look at me naked. Sometimes she takes off all my clothes and looks at me.”

I didn’t know what to say.

“Do you want to see me naked?”

Again, before I could answer, she pulled her shirt up and off, over her head. I stared at her smooth flat chest with pink nipples. She smiled at me, then plopped down on my lap, putting her arms around me and squeezing me. “Ooh, Britt, you’re my best friend!”

“But — ”

She kissed me over and over again on the cheek, her little lips smacking. “Do you like me too?”

“Of—of course I do, honey, but — ”

“Can I see your boobies?” She squeezed my breasts. Her small hands felt warm through my thin leotard and I felt myself go limp as my nipples protruded into her palms.

“No, I…”

“Then will you kiss me?” She pushed me back on the bed and put her mouth over mine. Her kiss was immature, but what she lacked in expertise she more than made up for with enthusiasm. In spite of all my reservations I gave in, wrapping my arms around her naked body and pulling her close, shoving my tongue into her sweet mouth.

Then I heard a knock on the door, which was slightly ajar. “Girls, dinner’s almost ready! Come on downstairs.”

I was petrified. What if Kay found me this way with her daughter? I pushed the child off me and sprang to my feet.

Addison was giggling. “Don’t worry. Mommy won’t be mad.”

I wasn’t so sure about that. I looked in the mirror on her dresser and tried to straighten my hair, hoping I would look normal at the dinner table.

“Come on, hurry, put your clothes on,” I whispered.

“Okay, okay, don’t sweat it.”

She made a show of bending over and picking up her red bikini panties from the floor, then spreading her legs wide apart as she slowly pulled them on. I tried not to look at the slit between her legs but was unable to resist. Addison noticed me looking and smiled. Then she found a pair of shorts and a different t-shirt and we left the room.

 

As we sat down to dinner, I felt completely unsure of myself. There was no doubt I was strongly attracted to this little girl, but to have her seducing me was totally unexpected. I tried to take part in the conversation and concentrate on enjoying the meal, but my mind was elsewhere.

When we finished, I offered to help Kay with the dishes, but she wouldn’t hear of it. Instead, she said she wanted to talk with me some more before I drove home.

“Addison, say goodnight to Britt and then go on and get ready for bed. I’ll come up in a few minutes and tuck you in.”

“Okay, Mommy.” The little girl gave me a big hug and kissed me three times on the cheek before heading for her room.

Kay reached out and took my hand as she watched her daughter trotting up the stairs. After Addison had closed her bedroom door, Kay said, “She really likes you, Britt. I’m glad you’re so close.”

I tried to smile. “Thank you. But, um, I guess I should go.”

“Okay.” She shifted her chair closer to mine. “Before you do, though, there’s something we need to talk about.”

My heart pounded and I felt heat rising in my cheeks. Did she know?

“Britt, I saw you kissing my daughter. She was naked and you were holding her in your arms.”

I burst into tears, covering my face. “I’m sorry! Please don’t get mad at me! I’ve never done anything wrong before!”

“Honey, honey, it’s all right. Stop your crying. It’s just fine, I don’t mind at all.”

I sniffed, “You don’t?”

Kay got up and placed her hands on the arms of my chair, looking down at me. “Addison is a beautiful, sexy little girl,” she said in a quiet voice. “Of course, you’re attracted to her. Who wouldn’t be?”

“But… really?”

“I — if I wasn’t her mother, I’d — well, that’s the point. Because I’m her mother, I can’t do all the things I’d like to do, but you can. And I’m giving you permission. Just as long as you let me watch.”

“What??”

“You can kiss my daughter and take off her clothes and touch her and let her touch you. Anything. Anything you want. I won’t object. In fact, I want you to do it. The more the better. But I want to watch.”

“You — you want to watch?”

“That’s right, sweetie.” She put her hand on my cheek, then leaned down and kissed me softly on the lips. “I want to watch you make love with my little girl.”

“But, I mean, it’s late. I have to get home. I have school tomorrow.”

“I know that, honey,” Kay chuckled, shaking her head in amusement. Then she stood and pulled me to my feet. “But this weekend, if you want to, you can come over again. You can stay here Saturday night, all night long, and do anything you want with her, while I watch.”

My head was spinning. “I — I really have to go.”

I walked away from her, grabbing my backpack, and headed for the front door. I opened the door, then stopped. Kay came up behind me, but didn’t say anything.

“Th-thank you for a nice dinner.”

“You’re very welcome, Britt. I hope you’ll come and see us again soon.”

 

When I got home, I immediately told my mother that I didn’t want to continue with the yoga lessons.

“But why?” she inquired. “You like it and you’re making lots of money to save for college.”

“No, I — I don’t really — it’s not that much fun.”

“Oh, come on, I don’t believe that. You just told me the other day how much you were enjoying it. What happened?”

“Um… well, it’s, it’s nothing. It’ll be okay.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah, I’m — it’s fine. I’m going to bed. Goodnight, Mom.”

I did go to bed, or at least I got into bed, but I sure didn’t fall asleep right away. I tossed and turned for at least an hour, going over and over everything that had happened that night.

At last, almost in desperation, I began to masturbate, remembering Addison’s sexy naked body and then imagining myself touching her while Kay watched us… until I exploded into a thunderous orgasm. After that, I finally drifted off.

That was on a Thursday night, and on the next night and the next I repeated the same thing. I lay in my bed and recalled the strange, almost unbelievable conversation I’d had with Kay about making love with her little girl, and I replayed how it felt to kiss Addison while she was on top of me, nude, and as I thought of all this, I made myself come again and again.

I masturbated to more orgasms that weekend than I had in any two or three day period in my life. And by the time Monday arrived, I had made up my mind.

 

“Hello?”

“Hi, uh — this is Britt.”

“Oh, hi, Britt! How are you?”

“I’m fine. But I, I’m sorry I didn’t call you or, or see you this weekend.”

“That’s okay.”

“It’s just that I, you know, I had a lot to think about.”

“Of course you did.”

“And, well, I think, I mean, I want to go ahead with what we talked about. I’m ready.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, I’m sure. I really am. So, when do you want to…”

“Well, how about this. Why don’t you come over here Saturday afternoon, say, at about three, for a special lesson with Addison.”

“Three o’clock? Um, okay.”

“Perfect. And I guess I’ll see you on Tuesday and on Thursday at Donna’s when I pick up Addison?”

“Right.”

“That’s great, sweetie. Thanks for calling.”

“Okay, well, bye.”

“Bye.”

 

I was uneasy at our Tuesday class, afraid that Addison might say or do something to give away what had happened between the two of us the previous week. But she was fine, acting the same as she always did.

And by Thursday, I was not only feeling more confident, but getting bolder, enjoying the opportunities I had to touch Addison during the lesson — and the other three girls as well, taking advantage of every chance I had to feel their tight young bodies under my hands. I touched all four of them more that day than I had in any of our previous classes, and they each seemed to like it just as much as I did.

Then came Saturday. I told my mom I was driving over to give Addison a private yoga lesson and that they had invited me to have dinner with them that night, so I might not be home until late.

As I walked up to their front door, I was feeling nervous but also very excited. Except once I got inside, I received a surprise.

It wasn’t only Addison who was there, but Cherise too, the gorgeous little ten-year-old, along with her mother, Danielle. The two girls ran up and hugged me, squealing my name. Finally, Kay shooed them away, sending them upstairs to Addison’s bedroom.

Kay handed me a glass of white wine, which I rarely drank but liked, and then she and Danielle led me into the living room. They both had wine as well. The two of them sat next to each other on the couch, and I took an armchair.

“You look very nice,” said Kay.

“Yes, very nice,” echoed Danielle.

“Thank you.”

While I appreciated their compliments, I didn’t think I looked much different than usual. I’d considered getting dressed up in a sexy outfit or something, but in the end decided just to go with my standard jeans and a sweater. Underneath, however, I’d made sure to put on my newest matching bra and panty set.

“So, are you ready to get started?” Kay asked.

“Well, I…” I frowned, unsure about all this. What was Danielle doing there, I wondered, and Cherise?

“Don’t worry it’s all right,” Kay continued. “I’ve told Danielle about our little agreement, and she’s as excited about it as I am. We both want to watch you do things with our daughters.”

“Um… really??”

“Uh-huh, really.” Kay took Danielle’s hand in hers and lifted it to her lips, kissing her palm. I had the sudden realization that the two of them were lesbian lovers.

Again, I was speechless. I swallowed and slowly shook my head, feeling dazed.

“Oh, please don’t say no.” Danielle looked sad, pursing her lips in a childlike pout. She set her wine glass down, then stood and came over to me. The tall, slim brunette was in a sleeveless top and a short skirt. Her long tanned legs gleamed.

Danielle knelt in front of me with one knee raised, giving me a clear view of white panties. She took my hands in hers. “I’m really sorry to spring this on you. But when Kay told me what you were planning, I just had to be part of it. You don’t mind, do you?”

I could smell her perfume. Her hands were warm. “Well, I…”

“I realize we don’t know each other very well, Britt, and that’s my fault. I can be kind of shy. But I like you, a lot, and I know Cherise is just crazy about you. Please do this. Please say you will.”

I could hardly believe it. These two women were begging me to have lesbian sex with their underage daughters! It seemed like a dream and yet it was actually happening.

“I … well … yes!”

Danielle grabbed my face in her hands and kissed me on the mouth. “Thank you, thank you, thank you, Britt!”

Kay jumped up, clapping her hands like a kid at a birthday party. “Ooh, I can’t wait! This will be so much fun!”

Continue on to Chapter 2

By Naughty Mommy

The next morning I woke up in Jessica’s bed. This was only the second time I’d ever done that — but it was the first time I’d done it after having sex! And I mean sex — not just kissing or masturbating together, but real, actual sex! With my very own girlfriend! I had a girlfriend, and I was in love! There was even a big sign on the wall that said so!!

As you can tell, I was thinking in italics and exclamation points that morning. Jess was still snoozing beside me, snoring actually, and so I just lay there naked in her bed, feeling very pleased with myself, smiling like a silly goose. I thought about all the stuff we’d done the night before, about the wonderful dinner, about Freja being so hot, and about licking Jessica’s pussy and having her lick mine.

Thinking about that didn’t turn me on as much as it just made me unbelievably happy, so happy that I laughed out loud. Luckily, that didn’t wake Jess. She was a pretty heavy sleeper. It was still a few minutes before 9:00, and I knew she usually liked to sleep late. So, after lying there a little longer with my hands behind my head, looking up at the ceiling and grinning, I got up and went to the bathroom. Then I just walked slowly around the room for a couple of minutes, replaying everything in my mind, visualizing the two of us on the bed, our bodies glowing in the candlelight, having hot sex.

Now I was getting turned on. I stood beside the bed, nude, gazing at Jess, and started rubbing my clit. I remembered what it was like to look at her up close, seeing every detail of her beautiful pussy, how wonderful she smelled and tasted, licking her everywhere, and then actually sticking my tongue inside, fucking her with my tongue! And then I remembered that while I was doing that, I’d also thought about doing it with my own mother, tongue-fucking my mom!!

With all these delicious sexy thoughts in my head, it didn’t take long until I felt that swirling, tingling magic from deep inside, the surge of an impending orgasm. I didn’t want to wake Jess, but I also didn’t want to stop masturbating — so I kept on rubbing myself and just tried to stay quiet as well as I could.

I thought of Jess, how much I loved her. I looked up at the poster on the wall, proclaiming her undying love for me. I remembered Freja’s nude body bending in so close to me at dinner, her stiff nipples brushing my shoulder. And once again I recalled the crazy fantasy of eating my mother’s pussy, fucking her with my tongue. And then I came.

 

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Nora woke up first. She smiled to herself as she looked to the side and saw Karen sleeping soundly, the sheets just above her waist, small breasts slowly rising and falling as she breathed. Closing her eyes, Nora inhaled deeply, tasting the faint scent of perfume, of pussy, of aroused feminine bodies.

With her eyes still closed, she thought about the kids, their daughters. Was it really true what Karen had said, that the girls were lovers? Nora had fantasized about that plenty of times, wondering if it could be true, and certainly hoping that it was. It was just too delicious to imagine them together, those soft little bodies, their beautiful young faces, kissing and touching, a pair of twelve-year-olds doing everything with one another.

Mmm, yes… so exciting to picture that. Nora reached down between her legs. Ouch! Her pussy was sore, very sore — but this time, for once, it wasn’t because she’d overdone it with masturbation.

That made her smile again. How many mornings had she awoken to find her sex painful to the touch, tender and sensitive from overuse? It seemed to happen at least once a week if not more often. Karen had talked of being addicted to masturbation, and now Nora wondered if she might be too. She certainly did it enough. But then, Karen claimed she had to come many times every day, fifteen or twenty times! Nora couldn’t match that number, not even close.

She took her hand away from her pussy, brought it to her face. Her fingers smelled like sex. No surprise there, since she’d fucked Karen over and over again with that hand, bringing the woman repeatedly to orgasm. Not to mention all the times she’d licked her, or they’d tribbed. The amazingly hot sex had gone on for hours, as if once they’d started neither one of them wanted to stop.

Nora hadn’t had a lovemaking experience like that in… well, she’d never had an experience like that. This was a first. What made it even better was that it wasn’t only lust she felt for Karen, but love, deep romantic love. Though they’d known each other only a few months, Nora was convinced that this was real, a feeling that would last a very long time.

Once again she smiled. She turned on her side, toward Karen, scooting close to her, laying a hand softly on her cheek. She tenderly kissed the other cheek, then kissed her lips. Like the Prince(ss) kissing Sleeping Beauty, awakening her, Nora kissed Karen again, harder this time, pressing their lips together.

Karen stirred. Her eyes blinked open. She smiled at the beautiful woman kissing her.

 

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I came pretty hard, standing by the bed, rubbing my clit, looking at Jess. But I managed to stay fairly quiet, and she didn’t wake up. Except now I wanted her to. One orgasm hadn’t satisfied me. I wanted more, but I wanted them with her, with my lover, my girlfriend.

I walked around the bed to the other side, closer to her. She was lying on her back, the covers just below her chin. Pushing two fingers between my pussy lips, down to my slippery center, I got them nice and juicy. Then I placed the wet fingers beneath Jessica’s nose. I rubbed them there, under her nose, and on her lips. Dipping back inside for another gob of my goo, I rubbed more of it all around Jessica’s mouth.

This felt really kinky, even dirty, and I loved doing it. It turned me on so much, in fact, that after the third dip I had to have a taste. I brought the dripping fingers to my mouth and sucked them clean as I gazed at Jessica. She was still sleeping, but now her lips gleamed with my pussy juice.

God, it was so exciting. I felt my clit throbbing, tingling. I knew I could come again pretty soon if I wanted to, just by rubbing myself. But that’s not what I wanted.

I slowly drew the covers down, exposing her chest, her lovely little boobies. After pushing my fingers back inside for a fourth time, getting them all wet and sticky, I brought them out and spread some of my moisture on my girlfriend’s puffy nipples. She appeared to respond to this, more than she had when I touched her mouth. She wiggled just a bit, and moaned in her sleep. I squeezed her nipples, first one, then the other, and then I climbed into the bed.

Pushing the covers lower, almost to her knees, I straddled Jess and leaned down to lick her nipples. She wriggled again, and sort of mumbled something. Her hands came up toward her face. I continued licking her nipples, going back and forth between them, flicking my tongue over the tips. They were swelling, getting stiff.

Doing this with her really turned me on. I reached a hand down between my legs to rub myself as I took a little boob into my mouth and started sucking her nipple. I heard Jess groan, then sigh, then saw her lick her lips. Her eyes were still closed. I sucked her nipple harder.

She covered her face with her hands. “Mmm,” she moaned loudly. And then she said, “Don’t stop.”

“Okay,” I giggled. “I won’t.”

My sexy naked girlfriend opened her eyes and smiled at me.

 

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Karen turned toward Nora, taking the woman in her arms and kissing her mouth. For several minutes they made out, holding one another, warmly caressing, kissing wetly, humping and moaning. Then Nora pulled back.

“Hey, um… I, I want to say something, okay?”

“Sure, what is it?” asked Karen.

“Well, it’s just, after I woke up this morning, I did a lot of thinking. And I realized that, um, that last night I was kind of holding back. Not sexually, of course…”

They both laughed, and Karen gave Nora another kiss. Certainly neither of them had held anything back the previous night. Their lovemaking was wildly energetic and highly adventurous and had gone on for a very long time.

“But, I mean,” Nora continued, “I did hold back a little bit emotionally. You know, how I kept saying it was too soon and we should take it slow.”

“I know,” Karen nodded. “But it’s all right, I understand.”

“Well, except I’ve changed my mind. I, I really want to say it now.”

She paused, looking deeply into Karen’s eyes.

Suddenly Karen teared up. A sob caught in her throat. She knew what was coming, though she could barely believe it. By this time in her life, she’d almost convinced herself that she would never truly fall in love, never find a soulmate. And then she’d met Nora.

The sob burst out. Karen hugged her lover close, burying her face in her shoulder, tears flowing as she blubbered, “Oh, Nora… oh Nora…!”

Nora waited, patiently holding the woman, gently stroking her back and kissing her hair while she cried. After a minute or so, Karen did her best to compose herself, taking a couple of deep breaths and wiping her eyes with a hand.

Finally, she looked up. “I’m sorry. Go on.”

Again Nora paused, allowing the special moment the time it deserved. They gazed at one another. Nora leaned in and gave Karen a tender kiss on the lips. Then she softly intoned, “I love you.”

It was the first time she’d said this. Karen had been far more impetuous with her emotions and her pronouncements, while Nora had, as she’d admitted, been somewhat restrained. But now she was on the record.

She said it again, with more emphasis. “I love you, Karen. I love you, and… I want to be with you. Forever.”

“Oh!” Karen hugged Nora tightly, whispering in her ear, “Yes, forever… I love you too.”

 

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I got down between Jessica’s spread legs, looking at her pussy. In the bright morning light, I could see everything better. I couldn’t believe how delicious she looked. Again I was convinced, as I’d assured myself the night before, that I really was a lesbian. There was no doubt about it — I wanted pussy and nothing else. I loved pussy!

With a happy giggle, I started kissing and licking, sucking and tonguing. I pushed my face in, devouring her sex, tasting her, eating her. I felt her hands holding my head, pulling me in. “Yeah, yeah,” she moaned, “fuck yeah.”

Jess was moving, lifting her hips, shoving her pussy into my mouth. It got kind of hard to hold on, keeping my mouth in her slit, but with my arms wrapped tightly around her thighs and with her firm grip on my head, somehow I managed. I just kept licking and sucking, tasting her pussy juice, inhaling her sexy scent, loving the feel of her delicious hot wetness all around me, coating my cheeks and filling my mouth.

My own pussy was practically screaming to be touched. I was so incredibly turned on, as excited as I’d ever been, but I didn’t dare let go of her. I squeezed my thighs together and humped the sheets, doing what I could to pleasure myself while still eating Jessica.

Then she came. I felt her whole body shudder, I heard a deep groan, and I tasted an extra spurt of her gooey juices. She shivered under me, grunting with each spasm of her climax. Now that she was there, I took the opportunity to reach down fast with one hand and massage my aching clit.

It didn’t take long at all. While Jess was still in the middle of her orgasm, I came too, frantically rubbing myself. We came together.

 

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After Karen’s bout of crying such happy tears, and after Nora’s declaration of undying love, the two moms simply relaxed with each other, lying on their backs side by side in bed, smiling and breathing, enjoying their romantic intimacy.

Then Karen slid a hand down between her legs, stroking herself.

“Let’s masturbate together, okay?” she grinned. “I really want to come.”

“Okay, sure,” Nora chuckled. “I’d like that.”

“Tell me about, um, tell me about the kind of pictures you have,” Karen said. “You know, on your computer.”

“Oh, those pictures,” said Nora, comically widening her eyes, leering at Karen. “You mean the ones I have of naked girls? Of underage girls, with no boobs yet and no pubic hair?”

“Uh-huh, exactly. Those pictures. Tell me about the ones you like the best.”

“Well, I like them all, of course. But I think the ones I like most are when the little girls, still so young, as I said, with their pussies completely smooth and hairless, yet they’re obviously turned on, sexually excited. You can tell by how wet they are.”

“Really?”

“Uh-huh. It’s just so fucking hot to see that. A little girl, maybe only nine or ten or eleven years old, with her legs spread wide, and her smooth pink pussy lips all wet and gooey.”

Describing this was making Nora excited as well. Although she definitely was sore from all the activity of the previous evening, that didn’t prevent her from becoming aroused while informing Karen in lurid detail about those illicit pornographic photo sets that had made her come so many times, over and over again.

Nora felt an orgasm beginning to build as she massaged her swollen clit. She shifted closer to Karen, laying one leg over hers. “In some of them,” she said, “in some of the pictures, the girls are holding their pussies open with their fingers, and you can look right inside. It’s so damn hot.”

“God, yeah, it is,” Karen panted. Then suddenly she exclaimed, “Oh, fuck, I’m gonna come!”

She wasn’t quite there yet herself, but it thrilled Nora to watch Karen climax, the sexy slim body writhing next to her, eyes tightly shut, mouth open and wet, her chest rising and falling, erect nipples standing tall.

“Don’t stop,” Nora urged. “Make yourself come again. Just keep going, it turns me on!”

Karen didn’t really need much encouragement. Multiple climaxes were the norm for her when masturbating. She would often come six or seven times in a row, riding the wave.

Nora could hear Karen’s fingers moving inside her cunt, the wet slapping sound of a woman fucking herself. She smelled her arousal, the delicious scent of pussy, of both their pussies, filling the room.

And when, less than a minute later, Karen grunted, “I — unh — now!” as her second orgasm arrived, Nora felt that wonderful surge coming up from within her center, and she too went over the top.

 

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“Are you hungry?” asked Jess. “God, I’m starved. Let’s go get breakfast, okay?”

“Okay, sure,” I giggled. Although I didn’t really feel especially hungry, I didn’t mind at all. I just wanted be with Jessica, with my beautiful girlfriend, doing whatever made her happy.

We hopped out of bed, cleaned ourselves up in the bathroom, then quickly got dressed and went downstairs. Freja wasn’t around. I guess she had the day off or something. But both Sophie and Margaret were there. Neither one was naked, like Freja had been the night before, though Sophie did have a real short skirt on, which was nice.

And Margaret, wow! She wasn’t in a chef uniform that morning, just regular clothing, slacks and a sweater. Except the sweater was super tight and she obviously wasn’t wearing a bra. She smiled and told us to sit down, then brought us glasses of juice, her huge boobs swaying and jiggling, hard nipples poking through the thin fabric of her sweater.

She set down the juice and gave us both hugs, really tight hugs. I almost smothered when Margaret wrapped her arms around me and kissed the top of my head, my face mashed between those two gigantic boobs. Not that I minded, of course.

 

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“Whew…” said Karen, wiping beads of perspiration off her face with sticky fingers. She’d just finished giving herself another orgasm, which made four in a row. “So good. I really needed that.”

“That’s the same thing you said last night in the car,” noted Karen with a chuckle. “How much you needed it.”

“Well, yeah, it’s true. I mean, I just have to come. I can’t go more than a couple hours without it. Unless I’m sleeping — and even then, a lot of times I’ll wake up at night and rub one off, then go back to sleep.”

“Wow…”

“Yeah, I’m addicted. Totally.”

Karen turned on her side toward Nora, propping herself on an elbow. “And you know,” she smiled, “I’m so glad you’re okay with it, with all that stuff I admitted to you, about me being addicted to masturbation, and, um, you know, how I’ve done it in front of Lia, and Jessica too, of course. I was kinda worried, and I’m so glad you don’t mind.”

“Not at all. Not one bit. It turns me on.”

“Yeah, it’s pretty hot. We should try it together sometime.”

“Yes, we should,” agreed Nora, feeling a fresh tingle of arousal as she contemplated masturbating in front of her twelve-year-old daughter.

Karen went on, “And, and also, god, it’s just so great that we like the same things. That we both like little girls, sexy naked little girls. Plus, of course, that we both get so excited about mothers and daughters doing it together, moms and their sweet young girls, having sex. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve come while I’ve fantasized about doing it with Jess, sitting on her pretty face, watching as she licks my pussy. Jeez, I almost go out of my mind when I think about that.”

By now, Karen was rubbing herself again, which certainly did not surprise Nora. What did surprise her was that she feeling ready too. She slid a hand down, and then — “Ow!” she winced. “Damn, I’m sore. But, what the hell, I think I can probably come just one more time, and I really want to.”

She leaned in close and kissed Karen’s mouth. Their hot breath mingled as they talked dirty to one another and played with themselves.

It turned out Nora was wrong. It’s true that she was able to bring herself to one more orgasm while kissing Karen and masturbating. But then, after that, she enjoyed two additional climaxes when Karen went down on her… her lips and tongue nibbling oh so tenderly at Nora’s clit and a well-lubricated finger tickling just at the opening of her vagina.

In the end, as she lay in bed with Karen, amid tangled sheets that were damp with sweat and fragrant with pussy juice, Nora decided she had to be the happiest person in the world, madly in love with a beautiful sexy woman who shared her secret forbidden obsessions, all her deepest darkest desires. It was a dream come true!

Carry on to Chapter 18!

By Naughty Mommy

Jess kissed my lips. She still had her hand between my legs. A minute earlier, we’d finished finger-fucking each other, coming at the same time. Now she brought the hand up to her face, looking at the gleam of my juices in the candlelight.

She sniffed her fingers, then sucked them into her mouth. “Mmm, god, you taste sooo good, Lia. I really wanna lick you again.”

“Yeah, but, I mean, I want to lick you now too,” I told her. “I haven’t done that yet.”

Jess shrugged, “Well, we could, you know, try doing it at the same time.”

“Hmmm, maybe… but, um, what’s that called?”

“It’s a 69,” she informed me.

“Oh, yeah. I was gonna say a 49er — except I knew that wasn’t right.”

Jess laughed as she rolled onto her back. She scooted a little lower in the bed, pushing the covers all the way down with her feet.

Grinning, she looked at me. “Now you get on top. Only, you know, turned around.”

“All right.”

 

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Though it had been quite a few years since the last time Nora made love with anyone, she found herself having no trouble at all relaxing and getting into the flow with Karen. In fact, Nora was so incredibly turned on by all the events and revelations of the evening — and Karen was such an enthusiastic lover — that the moment the women reached the bedroom, they were all over each other again.

They fell naked onto the unopened bed, tangling together, lips meeting, legs and arms entwining, hands going everywhere, kissing and hugging and groping and humping and making out like crazy.

“God, you’re so hot!” Karen exclaimed as she came up momentarily for air, grabbing for a breast.

“So are you!” Nora laughed. She had both hands on the other woman’s butt, squeezing the firm cheeks as Karen sucked a nipple into her mouth.

Karen humped her pussy against Nora’s thigh as she kissed and sucked and licked the beautiful boobs she’d been aching to touch. She truly admired Nora’s legs, so long and toned and shapely, and she adored her pretty face, her eyes, her mouth, her lips — but oh my god, those tits just drove her wild. She made love to them now, spending several delicious minutes licking all around the nipples, flicking her tongue over the tips, massaging them with her hands, while continuing to grind her cunt on Nora’s leg.

Before long she felt an orgasm approaching. Karen briefly raised her face, looking up at Nora, her eyes wide. “I’m gonna come on you,” she told her. And the instant after saying that, she climaxed.

 

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I climbed on top of Jessica, placing my crotch over her face, then peered down between her legs, which were spread wide. My heart was beating fast. This was my first close-up look at a pussy. I wasn’t exactly sure what to do or how to start, so I just looked at everything for a minute.

My girlfriend’s creamy juices were smeared all around, matting the small amount of dark pubic hair she had. I could smell her arousal, how turned on she was. It made my mouth water. Her lips were swollen and pink and open. I could even see inside her little vagina. And now I could do anything I wanted with her! She was my lover!

So, no more hesitation. Trying my best not to think about whether I could do it right, I lowered my face, pressing my mouth into her slit, doing what came naturally. I began licking her, and as I knew she would, she tasted great — a little bit salty, tangy, and so yummy! I wanted more and more of it, so I kept on licking.

At the same time, of course, Jess was licking me. Well, actually, at first I think she was just kissing me again. I couldn’t tell for sure, it was kind of hard to know what was going on down there. I could feel her hands on my legs, grabbing me and pulling me in, and I could feel her mouth against me, but whether she was licking or kissing at the moment, I wasn’t sure. But whatever it was, it felt great.

Mainly I just concentrated on licking her. I closed my eyes, and simply let my tongue go where it wanted. I licked up and down inside Jessica’s slit. I licked her pussy lips, both sides, and up at the top by her clit, then down lower, right at the opening of her vagina. I licked my girlfriend everywhere, all over, and it was so perfect. For the first time in my life, I was actually eating pussy, and I loved it!

 

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Karen climaxed, humping Nora’s thigh, then barely paused before scooting down a little so she could eat her lover’s pussy.

But Nora grabbed at her. “No, um, turn around — I wanna taste you too!”

“Okay,” Karen giggled, and they shifted into a 69.

As the woman settled on top of her, Nora gazed for a moment at Karen’s vulva. It was smooth and hairless like a little girl’s, recently waxed, she assumed. And it was also dripping with her juices. It looked delicious. She began licking.

 

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If I’d had any doubt about being a lesbian, that was gone for good. I knew now that I would never in my life want anything else but pussy. And as I thought about that, I slid my tongue inside her, inside Jess’s tight little vagina. I started fucking her with my tongue. She squirmed and moaned, her hips bucking under me, pushing up against my face.

I could feel her hands on my butt, fingernails digging in, and I knew her mouth was covering my whole pussy. It was warm and wet and unbelievably exciting, better than anything I’d ever felt.

I fucked my girlfriend with my tongue, shoving in as far as I could go, again and again and again. So sweet, so delicious, so perfect, her pussy filling my mouth. I swallowed, tasting her, then sucked and licked for more.

 

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Karen ravenously ate Nora’s juicy pussy, sucking her lips, licking her clit, a finger inside her slippery vagina. She humped her own mound against Nora’s face — and almost immediately she sensed another orgasm approaching. But did she really want to come again so soon? Well, yes, of course she did!

She let it happen, her body shuddering as powerful ecstatic waves coursed through her. Karen knew she was gushing, could feel her liquids flowing out, soaking Nora’s face. For a few seconds, she enjoyed the wonderful, irreplaceable, exquisite pleasure of a climax, then resumed eating her lover.

 

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Tongue-fucking. I’d never really thought about that before, but now that I was doing it, it felt so natural, so right. I never wanted to stop, just keep doing it forever and ever. And I wanted to push my tongue in even deeper, farther, get my whole face inside my girlfriend’s pussy.

Then, for some reason, another pussy came to mind: my mother’s. What if I was actually doing this with her? Fucking my own mom with my tongue?! It was so wrong, so bad, of course, to think about something like that — and yet the moment I did, I immediately felt that swirling tingling throbbing in my center — and then I came in Jess’s mouth.

 

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Nora was stunned to discover that Karen could come so quickly, especially after having had an orgasm just moments earlier while humping her leg. But almost as soon as she put her mouth over the woman’s tempting pussy and began licking, Karen started to quiver and shake, and then suddenly she moaned and gushed, hot juices streaming down Nora’s cheeks, some into her mouth, but most dripping onto the bedspread.

In the years following her divorce, Nora had enjoyed several sex partners, first a man, and then four separate women, but nothing had prepared her for this: a lover who could climax quickly and repeatedly, almost constantly. It suggested the two would have a very busy love life, if they were in fact to become a couple. That idea thrilled Nora, the challenge of keeping up with such a vigorous sexual athlete.

She smiled to herself, then said loudly, “Fuck me, Karen, fuck my cunt, eat my pussy, make me come in your mouth!” before putting her own mouth back over her lover’s sex.

 

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While I was coming, I somehow managed to keep my lips on Jess’s pussy, keep my tongue inside her vagina. My arms were wrapped around her legs, holding tight. I maintained that position as I climaxed on her face, grunting and groaning, but never taking my mouth away.

And my mind, too, kept on working the whole time, conjuring up forbidden images of my mom’s pussy spread wide open for me, my tongue eagerly licking her. Later I would wonder what made me think about stuff like that, ponder if it was really wrong and bad, and ask myself why I was so obsessed by the idea of having sex with my own mother.

But at the moment I didn’t care about right and wrong. I was just totally turned on, happier than I’d ever been, eating pussy, having an orgasm, dreaming about girls fucking their moms.

 

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Karen smiled to herself, relishing the filthy language Nora used. The two moms had so much in common. They both loved porn and masturbation, both craved underage girls, and they both enjoyed dirty talk. It was just a perfect match. Not to mention the fact that Nora was beautiful and smart and had such a great body.

Yes, she had to admit, although she’d never thought this would happen to her, Karen was finally in love. That thought made her choke up with emotion. She nearly sobbed, so full of joy, but managed to push the feelings aside for a moment to concentrate on fulfilling her lover’s wish, bringing her to orgasm.

She licked the woman’s swollen clit and pushed two fingers deep inside, fucking her juicy cunt. Before long, she felt Nora twitching under her, jerking and shivering. She heard her moaning and panting, “Yes, yes, yes,” and realized that she’d stopped licking Karen for the moment, which was fine. Right now it was all about Nora’s climax. Nothing else mattered.

 

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For a second, I felt sort of guilty, since I’d just come again for like the fourth time that night, and I was pretty sure Jess had only come twice so far. But then I told myself it wasn’t really that important. We didn’t have to keep count or anything. We were making love, and that was all that mattered.

I lifted my face briefly from her crotch and said, “Jess?”

“Uh… yeah?”

“I love you.”

“Oh,” she giggled, “I love you too, Lia.”

Then I got back to business. Except instead of putting my tongue inside her again, I focused on her clit. I knew that when I masturbated, fucking my pussy with my finger always felt really good, but it was rubbing my clit that made me come. So I pulled my girlfriend’s lips back with my fingers and located her beautiful pink clitoris.

I kissed her there, hearing a soft sigh and feeling a twitch of her hips. I kissed her again. And again and again and again. I kissed her clit maybe ten or fifteen times in a row, and then I started licking it.

That’s when she said, “Yeah, yeah, don’t stop!” So I didn’t stop.

I licked her and licked her, recalling how Jess had made me think of a kitten lapping milk when she was doing me before. That’s the way I licked her too, and pretty soon those little twitches had turned into heavy shaking. It was kind of hard to keep my mouth right there since she was moving around so much, but I managed. Then I heard a shrill squeal, and suddenly she went rigid.

A big shudder, a loud groan, her clit actually pulsating under my tongue. Looking down, I saw a glob of creamy liquid welling up in her vagina, then dripping out.

Finally Jess pushed my head away. She was still shuddering, still climaxing, but she couldn’t take any more licking.

I slid off of her. Immediately she put both hands down between her legs, holding herself, squeezing her thighs together as the shivers continued. Then at last she was done.

 

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When Nora reached orgasm, she came very hard, crying out, thrashing on the bed with Karen’s mouth over her clit. And she came quite wetly too, slippery juices spilling out around Karen’s fingers.

“Unh — unh — oh my god — fuck yeah,” Nora grunted as the remaining spasms jolted her body, then faded away.

Karen climbed off and lay next to her lover, taking her in her arms and kissing her lips. Nora turned on her side and the women embraced, sharing soft, tender, romantic kisses.

 

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Jess let out a deep, satisfied sigh, then opened her eyes. She was on her back, both hands still holding her pussy, and I was kneeling next to her.

“Wow,” she said, beaming up at me, “that was so great, so amazing! The best ever!!”

“Good, I’m glad.” I leaned over and gave her a kiss, then straightened up again. “I liked doing it. That’s was my first time, of course, and I, you know, I didn’t really know what to do. But I’m glad it worked.”

“It was perfect, just perfect.” After one more long sigh, she took her hands away from her crotch and pushed herself up.

By this time, almost all of the candles had gone out. Only a few were still burning, and the room was getting pretty dark.

Jess sat for a moment, looking around. Then she appeared to make a decision and got out of bed.

She went to the nearest burning candle, and said, “I,” before blowing it out. At the next candle, she said, “love,” and blew it out. She repeated this, moving to the seven remaining candles, saying: “Lia” — “with” — “all” — “my” — “heart” — “for” — “ever!”

And with that, she jumped back onto the bed, laughing, and fell on top of me, hugging and kissing.

 

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The two moms enjoyed a long night of hot sex. For Nora, it was making up for lost time. She’d gone several years with nothing more than porn and masturbation to satisfy her needs, and having a beautiful woman’s body to play with was an absolute delight — not to mention that she was in love!

After they’d held each other and kissed for a while, Nora made her way down between Karen’s legs once more, stopping just briefly to kiss and lick her nipples. She really wanted to eat that delicious pussy, wanted to suck Karen’s hard clit, shove two fingers inside her, make her come again and again.

Karen, of course, had sex with women on a regular basis, almost every day. But it was quite different making love with Nora because so much emotion was involved. It surprised Karen how strongly she felt this, how moved she was by it. She often found herself on the verge of tears, choking up repeatedly, overcome with joy. It was strange to be fighting back sobs while enjoying multiple orgasms, but that’s how it was.

They made love and talked dirty, tribbed and finger-fucked, licked pussy, kissed wetly, then started all over again.

 

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After Jess blew out the candles and got back in bed, we pulled up the covers and cuddled together in the dark, talking about how great everything was. I kept thanking her for such a wonderful evening, and she just kept kissing me and saying how much she loved me.

Pretty soon I was yawning and getting sleepy. It was awful late, for me anyway, almost midnight, and I was worn out with all the emotion and the romance and the sex. But I wanted to stay awake at least a little longer. I never wanted the night to end.

“I’m so glad we did this,” I murmured, as I nuzzled Jessica’s nose with mine.

“Me too.” She kissed my lips.

“I hope our moms are having fun.”

“I’ll bet they are. You could easily tell how much they wanted each other.”

“Yeah, you’re right,” I agreed. “They’re probably kissing right now.”

“They’re probably fucking right now,” Jess giggled, and we laughed together.

Continue on to Chapter 17

By Naughty Mommy

I don’t think Jess came when I did, rubbing herself, although she might have. It was hard for me to tell, since my eyes were squeezed shut and I was kind of thrashing around in the bed, both hands clamped between my legs.

That was just such an amazing orgasm. They’re all great, of course, but this one — right after I’d admitted to someone for the first time that I wanted to have sex with my mom — was incredible. It seemed to go on forever, one big wave after the other exploding through my body making me shake all over and almost scream, except I couldn’t really make a sound since I didn’t have any breath.

Finally it came to an end.

I opened my eyes. Panting and licking my lips, I looked at Jess. “Sorry,” I said, with a shrug and a sheepish smile, “I just couldn’t help it.”

She was on her knees between my legs, one hand on her thigh, the other hand massaging her own pussy. “That’s okay, I don’t mind. I love watching you come.”

“Are you gonna, um, lick me now?”

As she slowly nodded, her eyes slid from my face down to my crotch. “Uh-huh. But are you, like, ready for that? It’s not too soon or anything?”

“No, I, it’s fine. I really want you to.”

“Okay.”

In the flickering candlelight, my beautiful girlfriend got down on the bed between my outstretched legs. She put her hands on the inside of my thighs, and she put her mouth on my pussy. Then she started licking, not just kissing now, and oh my god it felt so good!

I’d thought about this before, sort of, when I masturbated. As I lay in bed at night in my room and played with myself, I’d sometimes imagined doing it with Jess, and even with my mom, which always put me way over the top, made me come really hard.

Before we moved, and before I ever dreamed of having sexual fantasies about my own mother, I’d occasionally thought about doing it with a couple of the prettiest girls at my old school, or even with one of the teachers I really liked, Ms. Stewart. Usually, though, all I thought about was kissing them or maybe touching each other a little bit. Actually licking someone, or having someone lick me, just seemed too extreme. I honestly never thought it would happen until I grew up.

But now it was happening!

I pushed myself myself up onto my elbows so I could watch. Jess was licking my clit, her head sort of bobbing up and down, her pink tongue lapping like a kitten. It was totally amazing to see that.

“Jess, I, don’t stop, but—” my voice was scratchy, and I had to clear my throat, “don’t stop, keep doing that, I love it. But um, I just want to say, I love you, and I love that we’re doing this, that we’re actually having sex.”

She didn’t stop licking, but she smiled and her eyes glanced up into mine. With her tongue still working, licking and licking and licking, she nodded a little bit and said, “Uh-huh.”

It was just so great, so unbelievable that this was truly happening. I looked at Jess, at her adorably cute face. I looked around the room, at all the candles and up at the big poster on the wall that proclaimed her love for me, for everyone to see. Then I looked back down between my legs, at my smooth bald mound, glistening with her saliva and with my juices.

As I watched her continuing to lick me, I soon felt that wonderful surge starting deep down inside, kind of a swirling, bulging pressure that meant I was getting ready to come.

I groaned, my hips twitching. Jess looked up into my eyes again, another smile on her face. She didn’t stop licking, though. She kept it up, her tongue going up and down on my clit, again and again and again. I groaned louder as I watched her, my whole body starting to shake, and then suddenly — BOOM!! — I came in her mouth.

 

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“Whew,” said Karen, panting and pushing back her hair. “I really needed that.”

She licked her fingers, then used her wrists to wipe sweat from her forehead. Grinning at Nora, she added, “Ever since I saw you walking toward the car earlier, dressed that way, with your tits hanging out, I’ve been wanting to come.”

Nora looked down at her chest. She pulled the nearly transparent material of the gauzy blouse tight against her breasts. Her dark nipples protruded, plainly visible. “I guess it is a little extreme, isn’t it.”

“It’s perfect.”

“But what about you? Not wearing a single thing under that dress. What a slut you are!” Nora joked.

“That’s right,” Karen laughed, “I am a slut. A slut who needs to come many times every day.”

“Many times?”

“Many, many times.”

“Let’s get going then, get to my house, and maybe I can help you with that.”

Karen turned the key and started the engine. Before shifting into gear, however, she leaned over toward Nora, placing a hand behind her head and drawing her in for a long, wet kiss. “Mmm,” she smiled, as the kiss ended, “that’s a preview of coming attractions.”

 

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As I finished climaxing, still shaking and trembly, Jess got on top of me. I was gasping, almost choking, trying to catch my breath, but she put her mouth over mine and kissed me, shoving her tongue inside. It was obvious she was totally turned on. She was humping me as we kissed, rubbing her pussy on mine.

That brought me back to reality pretty fast. I reached down and grabbed her butt, pulling her against me, wrapping my legs around her, crossing my ankles over her thighs.

We didn’t say anything to each other, just kissed, so wet and hot, all messy and sloppy, both groaning and panting. She humped me faster and faster, actually fucking my pussy. I didn’t really think she’d be able to come that way, but it turned out I was wrong.

After only maybe a minute or so of this, of kissing and humping, rubbing her juicy pussy on mine, Jess suddenly went stiff. She squealed into my mouth, and I felt her warm body shuddering as she came.

 

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During the ride home, to Nora’s house, the two moms were mostly quiet. The music was off, the only sounds coming from outside as other vehicles swished by. Karen laid a hand on Nora’s thigh as she drove, gently caressing.

The atmosphere inside the luxury car was steamy, heady with the mixed fragrances of their perfume and their sex. Both women had come hard and rather wetly when they masturbated together. The leather seats would have to be cleaned.

Finally, perhaps ten or fifteen minutes into the trip, around halfway there, Karen spoke. “Are you, uh… are you okay with the girls… doing whatever they might be doing?”

Nora didn’t respond at first. She thought about it, and then said, “So, you really think they’re, um, that, that they’re lovers?”

Karen nodded, “Uh-huh, I do. I’m almost sure of it. But, I mean, does that bother you?”

Shaking her head, Nora chuckled and said, “No, it doesn’t bother me. Not at all.”

Then she took Karen’s hand in hers. Tugging up her skirt and opening her thighs, she pushed the other woman’s fingers down between her legs, rubbing them against her lacy black thong, which was soaked with her juices.

“In fact,” Nora said, “I’ve, uh, I’ve thought about that a lot of times. Masturbated about it, thinking about them, about our two little girls having sex.”

Karen grinned. “Yeah, I know. Thinking about them that way makes me so hot.”

 

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We just kept kissing after that, after Jess came on me, fucking me. We turned on our sides, though, facing one another, and our kisses were softer now. Some of the candles had gone out, and the room was getting a little darker. We lay like that for a long time, gently caressing, tenderly kissing, like two lovers, which we were, a pair of young girls very much in love.

After a while, Jess said, “What do you think our moms are doing?”

“I don’t know, but, um, maybe… just like we are?”

“Yeah, maybe. I hope so.”

“Me too.”

“Wouldn’t it be great,” Jess smiled, “if they, you know, kinda fell in love, like us? If our moms were lovers, and we were lovers? Wouldn’t that be awesome?”

“Yeah, it would,” I nodded. “That would be totally great.”

I didn’t add, however, what I was thinking — that the most awesome thing of all would be if our mothers wanted not only to have sex with each other, but with us too.

 

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Karen pulled into the driveway and parked the car, turning off the engine. She paused for a moment, then said, “Um, I, before we do… anything else tonight, I have one more confession. There’s something else I need to tell you about.”

“There is?” Nora frowned. “What is it?”

“Well, you know how I told you I have an addiction? How I can’t stop masturbating?”

“Sure, but, I mean, I do it a lot too.”

“I know,” Karen said, “but I’m talking all the time. I have to come, like, fifteen or twenty times a day, at least. That’s pretty much all I do. I sit at home and watch porn and masturbate. Sometimes I’ll have sex, but mostly it’s just… myself. I love playing with myself, and I need to. It’s, like I said, it’s an addiction.”

“Okay…”

“And, um, see, the thing is, I do it with, I mean, just, in front of whoever’s there. It doesn’t matter if someone’s around. Whether it’s my friends, or the maids. Or, you know, my daughter, or—”

“Jessica?” Nora interrupted. “You’ve done it front of her?”

“Uh-huh, I have, lots and lots of times, plenty of times, ever since she was just little.”

“Wow.”

“But—”

“Wait.” Nora interrupted again. “Are you saying, not only in front of Jessica, but, but also…”

“Uh-huh,” said Karen, nodding. “Lia has seen me too, your daughter. She’s watched me quite a few times during the last couple of weeks, since she started coming over to our house.”

“Oh my god.” Nora brought a hand to her mouth.

“I’m sorry,” Karen rushed to apologize. “I know I shouldn’t have. It was wrong to do that without asking you, or telling you. But I, I just couldn’t help it. I can’t help it. I have to come, constantly, no matter who happens to be there.”

Nora was breathing very fast. Her hand moved from her mouth down to her breast. She squeezed it, pinching the nipple hard through the thin material of her blouse. “Oh my god,” she said again.

“Are you… okay?”

“Karen,” Nora said, “do you mean, you, that my daughter has seen you masturbate?”

“Uh-huh. And, well, and more too. She’s… she’s watched me having sex with Sophie and with Freja, my maids.”

“She has? Really?”

“Yes, she has.”

Nora laughed out loud. “Oh my god, that is so fucking hot,” she said. “That’s so hot, and so fucking great. I can’t believe it!”

“So, you — you don’t mind?”

“Mind? I love it!”

 

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We were still kissing, lying on our sides in Jessica’s bed, but now our hands had gone down between one another’s legs, fingers penetrating our pussies. As Jess and I made out in the romantic candlelight, we were fucking each other.

And then she said something kind of funny.

“I’m so glad you’re a girl.”

“What? What do you mean?” I asked.

“I mean, you’re my best friend ever, Lia, and you’re really nice and really smart and everything. I just love you so much, and I think probably I’d still love you even if you were a boy… but I’m really glad you’re not, though, ‘cause I like girls a lot more than I like boys.”

“Well, yeah, I do too.”

Pushing her finger in deeper, she said, “I like girls, ‘cause they have pussies.”

That made me giggle a little bit. “Yeah. Me too.”

“I love pussy,” Jess whispered, as she kissed me and fucked me. “I love my own pussy, you know, the way it feels and tastes. And I love your pussy too, Lia. I love you, and I love your pussy.”

“Yeah, me too. I love you, and I love your pussy.”

We were both giggling now, saying silly things to each other, but at the same time we were totally turned on. Our bodies felt like they were burning hot, slippery and sweaty, almost melting together.

I fucked Jess, she fucked me, we kissed and laughed and talked about sex, with our pussies getting wetter and juicier, our fingers moving faster and faster inside. And then I felt my orgasm approaching.

“Jess, I — I’m gonna come!”

“Me too, don’t stop! Fuck me harder!!”

 

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Nora grabbed Karen’s hand, squeezing it. “Come on, let’s go inside, right now. I’m gonna fuck you so hard tonight, fuck your brains out.”

“Okay,” Karen laughed. “Sounds good to me.”

Exiting the car, the two moms rushed toward the house, hand in hand. They didn’t much farther than that, however. Once inside, with the front door closed, they fell into each other’s arms, kissing wetly, bodies humping in a frenzy.

 

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Jess and I climaxed together, fingers pushed deep inside our pussies. It all felt so perfect to me. Here I was, with the girl I loved, naked in her bed, kissing and having hot sex. I almost couldn’t imagine anything better.

Except, maybe, just one thing: if our moms were there with us.

And once again, thinking about incest, about sex with my own mother — while I was right in the middle of an orgasm — made me come even harder.

It was so amazing to me how that happened, that my brain would keep on working even while my body was shaking and shuddering, my pussy practically exploding. But it did happen. I pictured our two moms there, naked in bed with me and Jess, holding us, touching us, kissing us, and it just made my orgasm go on and on and on.

 

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Karen fumbled with the buttons on Nora’s blouse. “Get this — get this off. I wanna see your tits.”

“Okay,” Nora chuckled, quickly opening the blouse and exposing her breasts. She saw that Karen had her hand down between her own legs, inside the slit of her wrap-around dress. The sexy woman was masturbating as she watched Nora.

“Take your dress off,” Nora suggested.

“Yeah, okay.”

A narrow sash around the waist and a couple of buttons were all that held the dress closed. Karen undid them, and threw the garment back, letting it fall to the floor. She stepped out of her heels, and stood naked before Nora.

“Mmm, very hot,” Nora grinned. Leaning down, she undid the straps on her shoes and took them off, then unzipped her skirt and pushed it down along with her thong panties. Now both women were nude.

“My god,” said Karen, as she stared at Nora’s chest. “Those fucking tits. So nice.” Her right hand was on her pussy again, rubbing her clit, while her left hand fondled her own breasts.

Nora paused a moment, allowing the other woman to have a good look at her, then purred, “Let’s go to the bedroom.”

 

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“Are you okay?” Jess asked me.

“Y-yeah, I’m, I’m good.”

It was hard to speak. I had to choke the words out as I gasped for breath, my body trembling. She and I were lying side by side, foreheads together, our naked bodies sweaty and steamy, feverish with lust.

“Jeez, I mean, sometimes when you come, it’s like, I think you’re going crazy,” she said.

“I know… I know, I just can’t help it.”

“It’s okay. I don’t mind. In fact, I love it. It’s really sexy. I just, you know, I wonder if you’re actually okay.”

I took a deep breath and slowly let it out. “Yeah, I’m fine.”

“But what, I mean, what do you think makes it happen that way?”

“Well, um,” I hesitated for a second, then decided to be honest with her. “It’s because of what I’m thinking about, when I’m coming. I mean, it’s, well, the way you kiss me and touch me and everything, that just gets me so hot.”

“Okay.”

“But then, um, when I think about our moms, you know, about them having sex with us, all four of us together, that’s what makes me go totally crazy.”

“You think about that?” she asked. “About having sex with your mom, and with my mom?”

“Yeah, I do. A lot.”

Jess kissed my lips, then whispered, “Me too. I think about it all the time, Lia. I don’t know if it’ll ever really happen, but god, it just makes me so hot.”

Continue on to Chapter 16

By Naughty Mommy

When they arrived back at the Audi, Karen stopped and turned to Nora before getting in. Looking up at the taller woman, she smiled shyly and said, “You know, we, uh, we don’t have to just stay here and make out in the car like teenagers. Would you rather go back to my place? You’re more than welcome to spend the night there, and, you know…”

Nora’s stomach was fluttering. This was what she’d been hoping for, planning for, and yet, with the opportunity now at hand, she felt increasingly nervous and jittery. She wasn’t entirely sure why, but perhaps it was because they still hadn’t discussed the big topic. Nora was keeping things from Karen, hadn’t fully opened up to her yet about, well, about everything, all her secret taboo obsessions.

Although she wanted to say yes, wanted very much to go with this alluring woman to her home, to her bed, and make passionate love with her, Nora hesitated. She licked her lips, looked into Karen’s eyes, and finally said, “Let’s, um, not, not yet, okay? Maybe just stay here a little longer.”

“All right, sure,” Karen shrugged. “In the back seat?”

“Yeah, okay.”

Karen opened the door and they got inside.

 

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I’d done it! I’d made Jess come, rubbing her clit and fucking her juicy pussy with my finger — and as I watched my girlfriend have an orgasm in bed with me, with those romantic candles flickering all around us, and that big banner on the wall proclaiming her love for me, I felt totally amazed, like this couldn’t be real. It was so perfect, so exactly like I thought love should be, it almost made me cry.

She gradually recovered, the shudders calming down, her body beginning to relax. One last low moan, and then she seemed to go limp. She smiled weakly as her eyes blinked open. “Mmm, thanks.”

“Jess, I…” My voice was thick with emotion. It was hard to get the words out, to say anything at all, but somehow I managed to croak, “I, I love you so much.”

Her smile grew wider. She held her arms up, opening them for me. Oh my gosh, what a sight!

This beautiful small person, with her adorably cute little girl face, those soft boobies, her skin aglow in the candlelight, beads of perspiration gleaming like jewels — (I know that sounds awfully poetic, but it really is how I felt in the moment) — this darling girl loved me, and I loved her, and we were making love!

“Oh, Jess,” I fell into her arms, kissing and squeezing and hugging with all my might.

 

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Only twice before had Nora made out in a car. Once during her senior year in high school, on a date that ended badly when she refused to go all the way and the pimply boy cursed her, accused her of being a prick tease, then never called her again. No great loss, Nora was sure. The second time was in college, with the man who would soon become her husband. Although that experience had been somewhat better, what Nora remembered most about it was Derek’s unpleasant body odor. They were divorced after only two years of marriage, in part because that problem never went away. Had she ever really loved him? She’d told herself so, at least in the beginning, but today she had no idea why.

At any rate, neither of those previous episodes were at all like this one. Now, instead of a rough, hairy man in her arms, groping her, pawing her, she was holding and kissing a gorgeous, sweet-smelling woman with soft, smooth skin.

Yes, it’s true that this woman was groping and pawing her, except now Nora welcomed that, and she was doing the same thing, just as much if not more. She and Karen eagerly caressed one another, legs entwined, lips and tongues working, feverishly panting, urgently moaning, like a pair of animals in heat. And in fact that’s what we are, thought Nora, two animals in heat, so full of lust for each other we can barely stand it.

The women pressed their bodies together, as well as could be done while sitting up in the back seat of a car. Karen’s hand was under Nora’s skirt, squeezing and stroking her butt cheek, while Nora slid her own hand up and down, from Karen’s neck and shoulder along her side to her narrow waist and then to her firm bottom. She loved the slippery feel of the silk dress and especially the warm skin beneath the thin fabric. It made her want to do more, much more than this, to reach inside the simple wrap-around and touch Karen’s body. It was obvious she wasn’t wearing a bra and Nora also hadn’t detected any suggestion of panties or even a g-string during her caresses. Was Karen really nude underneath the little dress? Was that all she had on?

Thinking about this only increased Nora’s desire. She plunged her tongue into Karen’s mouth again, pulling her very close, arching her back to rub her breasts against the other woman’s, humping, straining, trying to force their mounds together. Karen responded with a growl, fingernails clawing at Nora’s ass. They moaned and sweated, kissing wetly, their nipples throbbing, clits tingling, pussies heavy with moisture.

 

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As we kissed, naked in her bed, Jessica reached her hand down between my legs, rubbing my pussy. My hands were on her tiny boobs, softly fondling them, playing with the nipples.

She ended the kiss for a moment and said, “God, you’re, uh, you’re really wet down there.”

“Yeah, maybe,” I giggled, “but not as wet as you. I mean, just, you’re like a cream factory!”

That made us both laugh, and I hugged her again, squeezing tight. I felt insanely happy. It was wonderful that she and I could be so close, touching and kissing, having sex, but also laughing and joking at the same time. I loved being in love.

Then Jess said, “You like how it tastes, right?”

I knew what she was talking about. I nodded, “Yeah, I do. Yours… and mine too. Both.”

“Me too. But, um, I think I want to try licking you. Is that okay?”

 

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After fifteen or twenty minutes of desperate necking and petting in the back seat of the Audi, Karen finally broke off, leaning back, pushing her hair away from her face, wiping her mouth. She smiled and shook her head, “Okay, I, I’m sorry, but I just can’t take too much more of this. Either we get naked right here and fuck in the car, or we go to my place, or to yours. Or even a hotel, I don’t care. But kissing just isn’t enough. I need to come, and I want to make you come. I mean, I, I love you, Nora, I really do, and god, I so want to fuck you.”

“Well,” Nora laughed, “that’s… quite a statement, quite a proposal. I don’t how I could turn that down.”

“Really?” Karen’s eyebrows went up.

“Yes, really.”

“And do you, um, do you feel the same way? About me, I mean?”

Nora took a deep breath, pondering what she needed to say. “Well, I, I don’t want to rush things. But, if you mean, do I want to have sex with you, the answer is absolutely, one hundred percent yes. The sooner the better. As for my deeper feelings, they, uh, I think I, well… I do think I’m falling in love with you.”

“Oh my god,” Karen whispered, putting a hand over her mouth. Even in the dim light, Nora could see that the beautiful woman’s eyes were full of tears.

“But I’m, see, one thing you need to know about me,” Nora continued, “is that I’m a cautious person by nature. I don’t connect very easily with others, in an emotional way, I mean. It’s hard for me to get really close to someone. Very hard. With you, though, I… I really want to try.”

Karen was nodding quickly, her eyes glistening. “Uh-huh, me too,” she said. “I’m, like, the same, everything you said.”

It was hard for Nora to go on speaking and not just start kissing Karen again. But she felt she owed it to her to say a bit more. “And so, although I’m definitely ready to have sex with you tonight, in fact more than ready — just try and stop me!”

Karen threw her head back, laughing gleefully.

“But I just, it’s like I feel I have to warn you, there’s still a lot you don’t know about me. And that’s why I said I think we should try not to rush things too much.”

“Okay, that’s fine.”

“It might take some time. There’s… a lot to share.”

“I know. I understand,” said Karen. Then, with a wicked grin, she slowly slid a hand down to her crotch, opening her legs and rubbing her pussy through the dress. “But we can still fuck, right?”

“Yes, oh my god, yes, we can fuck, definitely,” Nora smiled, before adding, “It’s, uh, kind of been a long time for me, though, so I might be a little rusty.”

“That’s all right,” said Karen. “It hasn’t been long for me at all. I’m definitely in practice.”

 

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The whole time after we got in bed Jess had been lying on her back, with me mostly on top of her. It was fun being on top. But when she asked if she could lick me, she pushed herself up, and I let her.

I didn’t say anything then, just turned around and leaned back on my elbows, spreading my legs wide apart, waiting for her to begin. You wouldn’t believe how fast my heart was beating. I mean, we were really going to do it! Not just masturbate each other, but actually have sex, licking pussies and everything!!

Except she didn’t start right away. Jessica sat on her knees for a minute, looking down at me, taking deep breaths. Then she smiled sort of nervously, and said, “Um, I don’t know how good I’ll be at this. I mean, I should know how, ‘cause I’ve seen my mom and other ladies doing it a million times. But, well, anyway I’ll try…”

She leaned down between my legs, gently placing her hands on the inside of my thighs. Again, though, she hesitated. I was kind of surprised that she seemed to be so nervous, since usually Jess acts like she can do anything, that nothing ever bothers her. But I guess it makes sense. The first time a girl has sex with another girl, especially when you’re just twelve, it’s a pretty big deal!

I was propped on my elbows, looking down at her, watching, waiting. Finally Jess took one more deep breath, shook her head a little bit, then kissed my pussy.

 

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They were back in the front seat of the car, preparing to head to their next destination. Before turning the key, Karen said, “So… your place or mine?”

“Oh, uh, mine, I think. I might be more comfortable there.”

“Sounds good,” Karen nodded. Then she took a phone from her handbag and punched in a number. After a moment, she said, “Margaret? I won’t be coming home tonight. Yeah, that’s right… the kids okay? Great… okay, I’ll see you in the morning.”

She put the phone away and started the ignition. But then, after a short pause, she turned the engine off again and sat back in her seat. She was looking straight ahead, out the front window, not facing Nora.

“I, um,” Karen began, “you’ve been, just, so real, so honest, and it’s like I… I have to tell you something.”

There was another pause, and Nora said, “Okay.”

“I mean, the thing is, you really need to know this about me. I, see, I… I have an addiction.”

Nora’s mind reeled. What was Karen saying? An addiction to — what? Drugs? Heroin? Maybe to painkillers? What could it be?

 

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That was how she started, not actually licking me, but simply kissing everywhere. Maybe Jess had seen her mother do it that way or something, I don’t know, but anyway, that’s what she did.

She kissed me and kissed me, up and down both sides of my slit, right in the middle a bunch of times after she opened my lips with her fingers, a few times down at the bottom by my butt hole, and then up at the top, over my clit. She just kept on kissing me for what seemed like forever — and I loved it, it felt great, but I wondered how soon she would start licking.

Then, just when I thought she might be getting ready to do that, she pulled back for a second and looked up at me, smiling. “My mom is totally gonna love this, you know, if she ever licks you. How you don’t have any hair yet, I mean.”

It was hard to speak, since I was feeling so jumpy and excited, but I swallowed and said, “Y-you think so?”

“Yeah, definitely. She gets so turned on when she sees stuff like that. They don’t do it very often, but, um, my mom has this one friend who sometimes will bring over her computer and she hooks it up to the big screen in the family room and they look at pictures on it. Pictures of little girls, you know, naked, showing their pussies and stuff.”

“Really?”

“Uh-huh. I mean, they love it. Everyone masturbates while they look at those pictures. But you know what else?”

“What?”

“Well,” said Jess, “the last time they did that, it was, um, I think maybe like a year ago, and I was with them, watching everything, and rubbing myself too while I watched my mom masturbating. Then my mom asked me if I would let everyone look at me, the way they were looking at the pictures.”

“Wow, really?”

“Uh-huh. I wasn’t all the way naked yet, just had my hand down inside my shorts. But I said okay, and I took off my shorts and the rest of my clothes and sat on the couch and spread my legs for ‘em. They all got down really close and looked at me. It was my mom and three of her friends, Amanda and Jennifer and, um, Alicia. Sophie and Freja were there too, except they didn’t get down as close. They were looking at me, though, and masturbating while I spread my legs real wide and opened my pussy with my fingers so they could look inside and see everything.”

“Oh my god…” I was so turned on hearing this story, picturing what was being described, that I started rubbing myself. I didn’t actually mean to, but my hands just went there automatically, fingers massaging my clit.

Jess smiled when she saw this.

 

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“It’s, well… see, I’m…” Karen swallowed, and turned to face Nora. “I’m… addicted to masturbation, and to pornography. I just have to be honest and tell you about that.”

Nora’s eyes were wide. She could hardly believe what she was hearing.

Karen went on, “I masturbate all the time, constantly.”

“Wow…”

“Yes, it’s true, I do. I’m addicted to it. And, um, I love looking at porn. Lesbian porn, but especially, well, the kind of porn that shows sex between… mothers… and daughters.”

It was all Nora could do not to burst out laughing. What a relief! She put a hand on her chest and leaned her head back against the headrest, closing her eyes. “Oh my god. I can’t believe you said that.”

“Are you, I mean, are you okay with it?” Karen asked hesitantly. “Or does it… make you sick or something?”

Nora turned toward the other woman, a big smile on her face. “Make me sick? Not at all. It makes me happy. Very, very happy.”

“It does, really??”

“Yes!” Nora gushed. “Because, I mean, I’m the same way, exactly. I love to masturbate, and I… well, I have a huge collection of porn, mostly pictures of, uh, of girls. Naked girls.”

Karen licked her lips. One hand went inside the top of her dress, fondling a nipple, while the other hand slid down between her legs, pushing the material away, exposing her crotch. Nora could see she’d guessed right, that Karen was completely nude beneath the silk dress.

“Girls?” Karen asked, as she began rubbing herself. “So, do you mean… little girls?”

 

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“My mom loves little girls,” said Jessica. She was caressing her own pussy now as she watched me play with myself. “Sometimes I think, well, I’m pretty sure she wants to have sex with me. And with you too, of course, since you’re so hot.”

“She does?” I asked, rubbing my clit faster. It was exciting to imagine Karen, beautiful, sexy Karen, wanting to do things with me.

“Yeah, definitely, with both of us. I don’t know if she’ll ever actually do it, though. But I can tell she wants to. She wants to lick my pussy. She wants to fuck me.”

“I think, um, you know what?” I said. My voice was shaky. I was already getting close.

“What?”

“I think my mom wants, um, to fuck me too. I know she does. She got in bed with me the other night and kissed me.”

“She did?”

“Yeah. We didn’t really do anything except kiss. But, I mean, I could tell how much she wanted to do more. To do everything with me.”

“You could?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Your mom is hot, Lia.”

“I know. She is.”

“Do you want to have sex with her?”

“Yeah, I — ”

And then I came.

 

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Nora and Karen masturbated in the car as they told each other about the things that turned them on the most, including very young girls and lesbian incest. Within minutes, these mutual confessions, the excitement and relief of sharing such intimate, forbidden secrets with one another, drove them both over the top.

They climaxed, sitting side by side in the Audi, two women, two moms, rubbing their wet pussies and fucking themselves like crazy as they talked about having sex with hot little girls.

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