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The Notebook, Chapter 11

  • Posted on August 11, 2021 at 3:06 pm

Note: It’s been a while, but we finally have a new chapter of “The Notebook,” the continuing daughter/stepmother saga from site friend Ebo. If you’re new to this story, do yourself a solid and read the first ten chapters. If you’ve followed the tale, please consult the Chapter Links to recap.

by Ebo

Dana woke up and reached for Penny, only to find empty air. Still half asleep, she wondered why her stepmother wasn’t in bed next to her. As the last cobwebs of sleep fell away, she remembered Penny hadn’t slept here last night. Or, the night before.

These last couple of nights, Dana has tossed and turned, unable to get to sleep easily. She has gotten used to having Penny’s warm body in bed with her. Alone in her bed now that her father was in town, Dana felt out of sorts without her.

Pulling her spare pillow to her nose, Dana inhaled the faint scent of her stepmother’s shampoo that still lingered. Smiling, she thought, Penny always smells good.

The scent of the woman only made Dana miss her more. It’s only been four days, and it already seemed like forever since she has lain in the woman’s arms. Dana had known she was smitten with Penny, but just how much she discovered when her dad got off the plane. Penny was like a drug, and Dana was feeling the withdrawal symptoms bad.

Sighing, Dana pushed the pillow away and reminded herself, Dad will be back in Tokyo in a couple of days. Things will be back to normal then.

Dana shook her head, thinking what felt ‘normal’ now was anything but normal. Still, she couldn’t deny that sharing a bed with Penny has become a routine in the months since her dad first went to Tokyo. Her dad being in town was like a rock in the flow of the life she and Penny have been living in his absence.

She felt a twist of guilt, realizing she wanted her father to hurry up and go back to Japan. She felt another when she thought about the reason why. Dana wanted Penny to herself again. Guilt gave way to a bit of jealousy because her dad got to wake up next to Penny instead of her.

“God,” Dana thought, throwing off the covers, “I’m a mess.”

Slipping into her robe, she padded to her dresser and opened her unmentionables drawer. She had only intended to grab some clean underwear before taking a shower, but she started thinking about the vibrator she had stashed under her bras and panties. Biting her lip, she wondered if the shower would be loud enough to cover the buzzing of the toy.

If I keep it on low, it should be, Dana thought, digging it out of its hiding spot. She put it in the pocket of her robe, then closed the drawer.

In the bathroom, she stripped out of her robe and started the shower going. Fishing the vibrator out of her robe, she turned the knob to low. The rush of water completely swallowed any noise the toy was making, so she cranked it up another setting. Still, it wasn’t loud enough to draw attention. On its medium speed, the vibrator was more than enough for Dana.

“Perfect,” she said out loud. She turned it off, setting it on the lip of the bathtub.

Stepping under the spray, she sighed. The hot water felt amazing as it pelted her young body. She stood underneath it a moment, letting it wash away the last of a restless night. Fully awake and her nerve endings alive, Dana reached for the vibrator.

She didn’t have a lot of time for foreplay, but, luckily at her age, she didn’t need much to get in the mood. Just doing this while her dad was home was enough. A little bit of risk could be exciting, especially for Dana. This was something she had learned about herself recently, and she shivered thinking about Forest Overlook.

Biting her lip to keep quiet, Dana turned the knob on the toy up halfway and pressed it against her bud. The vibrations were intense, spreading through her body like a wildfire in a flush of excitement. She bit down harder as the first moan tried to escape her. She managed to muffle it, if not completely contain it.

She had been worried about the noise the vibrator made, but not the ones she was making. With her dad out of the house, she hadn’t had to keep quiet lately. Now, she was struggling with her excitement. Those little sounds of enjoyment were hard to wrangle in, kept wanting to escape. It took all the concentration she could muster- which wasn’t much with the toy distracting her- to keep them as low as possible.

There was a little radio on the back of the toilet, and she kicked herself for not thinking to turn it on. Too late to do it now, she would just have to hope the shower would make enough noise to cover up the ones she was making.

It didn’t use to be this hard. I used to masturbate all the time when Dad was home, Dana thought, then with a little smile, but I am out of practice. I haven’t needed to do it myself in a while.

That led to thoughts of Penny, and Dana wished her stepmother was here now. They had done it in the shower more than a couple of times, and the memory of Penny all wet and soapy was enough to kick her already racing pulse up a few notches. They had taken turns with the soap, washing each other. As far as foreplay went, it was both exciting and hygienic at the same time.

Just good, clean fun, Dana thought, smiling at the joke. That was what Penny had called it as they toweled off afterward. Some of the things they did in the shower, Dana thought she could argue the ‘clean’ part. There was no denying it was fun, though.

Dana pushed Penny from her mind. Daydreaming about her stepmother’s lovely body only made her miss the woman more. She didn’t see the point in torturing herself.

Closing her eyes, she let the plot of her new story play out in her head. She was already seven pages into writing it, having spent a lot of yesterday with her kitten notebook on her knees. Without Penny to distract her, she was finally getting some work done. It was long overdue. Some of her readers were beginning to wonder about her well-being. She was touched by their concern and a bit ashamed about leaving them without a new story for so long. Even when her father left for work, again, she intended to put more effort into writing.

The vibrator made it impossible to focus on the small details of the story, so she focused on the broad strokes of the storyline. More specifically, she started working on the naughty bits she hasn’t made it to in the story yet. As usual, she tried to keep the sex in her story as realistic as possible. Girls in middle school didn’t have a bunch of sex toys or a proclivity toward the kinkier sex acts, so she was somewhat limited to what her characters did on the page.

Well, most middle school-aged girls don’t have a bunch of sex toys, Dana thought, grinning, They just aren’t lucky enough to have a kinky stepmother.

On the spectrum of experience, Dana figured she was way ahead on the curve. Sex was starting to be a regular topic at school, usually talked about in hushed tones with a lot of giggling. Through half-heard conversations, Dana knew some of her classmates had dabbled some, mostly first and second base stuff, with the occasional adventuresome hand job thrown in for good measures. Since that first time with Penny, Dana had been all the way around the bases multiple times… Sometimes multiple times in one day.

Dana tried to avoid joining in these conversations because she thought she had a bit too much information to share. She didn’t want anyone wondering why she knew so much about sex.

God, the things I could tell them, Dana thought, amused at the mental image of a gaggle of girls staring at her wide-eyed as she told them about all the joys of sex.

Dana let the vibrator slip lower, eased it inside of her. She could feel the vibrations all through her body, and her knees got a little weak as she pressed the toy against that magic spot deep inside. The waves of pleasure that rocked her were almost too much to bear. Her free hand went to her mouth as an unrestrained cry escaped her slack mouth. She tried to hold them all in, but even her hand couldn’t completely muffle the sounds she was making.

She focused on the lovely sensations washing through her young body, trying to finish before her cries got away from her entirely. The vibrator was hitting just the right spot, and she didn’t think that would be a problem. Her fingers dug into her cheek as she started to come. Try as she might, she couldn’t hold all of her excitement in, and Dana could only hope she did enough as the orgasm shook her. The vibrator had her jerking like it was a live wire, and she pulled it out in a hurry. She could still feel it, even after it was gone, her hips still moving like it was still inside of her.

It took her a moment to regain some sort of composure, the delicious pleasure coursing through her short-circuiting her brain. Eventually, she realized the vibrator was still buzzing in her hand, and she was just swaying on unsteady legs under the shower. With a sheepish grin, she twisted the knob, turning it off. She set it on the edge of the tub and reached for her body wash.

Not sure how long she had been in the shower already, she figured she should hurry. The last thing she needed was for her father to wonder why she was taking so long. The actual washing only took her five minutes, and then she was cranking the water off and reaching for her towel.

Dried off, she reached into her robe pocket and quickly realized she had forgotten to bring panties. Distracted by the vibrator, she had completely missed the whole reason she had opened the drawer in the first place. She laughed at herself as she slipped into her robe. She made sure to tie it a little tighter.

Clearing the steamy mirror, she did her hair and makeup. She didn’t need a lot of help in either department, so it didn’t take her long to finish this part of her morning routine.

Back in her bedroom, she let the robe drop and went to her dresser for panties and a bra. She buried the vibrator deep, disturbing the layer of panties on top. She smiled when she saw some of the lingerie Penny had bought for her to wear mixed in with some of the more age-appropriate underwear. With her dad out of town, she had opted for convenience instead of hiding it. She needed it enough to warrant the risk.

She ran her fingers over some of the silk and lace variety but pulled some cotton panties out to wear to school instead. She might have worn some of the more risque lingerie just for the thrill of if she didn’t have gym class third period. The girls in the locker room might have questions if they saw her in any of the naughty things Penny had bought for her. She laughed at the mental image of their eyes wide and jaws on the floor.

We switched out classes next month, she thought, her heart beating a little faster, no more gym class.

The thought of wearing sexy lingerie to school sent a naughty shiver up her spine. It probably wouldn’t show under her clothes, but she’d know. That little bit of danger would definitely spice up an otherwise dull school day. And if she wore a skirt…

Another shiver worked up her spine. Chewing on her lip, she wondered if she was brave enough to do it, to wear stockings and one of her matching thong and bra sets with a skirt to school. She knew it would be a bad idea, that it would be a distraction from her studies. It would be hard to concentrate when she was worried if the lacy top of her nylons were peaking from the bottom of her skirt.

She was still chewing on the idea as she picked out the rest of her clothes for the day. With a dusting of snow still on the ground, she decided on some boots, jeans, and a sweater. She’d need her coat, too.

As ready as she was going to get for a day at school, she headed downstairs for some breakfast. She found Penny sitting at the kitchen table, sipping coffee. Dana didn’t see her dad anywhere, even when she poked her head into the laundry nook, then the living room, again.

“What are you looking for?” Penny asked.

Noticing Penny giving her a funny look, Dana said, “Dad.”

“He had to run into the office for a minute,” Penny said.

“Oh?” Dana said, perking up.

Laughing, Penny said, “He said he was only going to be twenty minutes… fifteen minutes ago.”

“Damn,” Dana said.

“Language,” Penny said, but she was smiling. She took Dana’s hand and pulled her onto her lap for a kiss before saying, “you have school, anyway.”

“Yeah, I know,” Dana said, sighing.

“Besides, your dad is going back to Tokyo Sunday,” Penny said.

“It’s a good thing, too… I’ve almost killed the batteries in my vibrator,” Dana said, playfully.

Snorting in surprise, Penny said, “We have more if you need them.”

“I might,” Dana said, kissing her again, “going to need some fresh ones for Sunday, anyway.”

“Yeah,” Penny said, her voice husky with excitement, “now, get out of here and give me a minute to compose myself.”

Laughing, Dana got off her stepmother’s lap and went to the cupboard to grab a package of Pop-Tarts, then the fridge for a bottle of orange juice. Her breakfast in hand, she leaned against the sink and opened the foil wrapper on the breakfast pastry.

“Do you want your old laptop back?” Dana asked, taking a bite.

“That’s okay,” Penny said, then laughed, “it should have been retired a long time ago. In fact, it was before you needed it.”

“My old laptop is going to be my new hideaway,” Dana said.

“Just be sure to do a factory reset on it- the snooper program is still installed,” Penny said.

“I already did,” Dana said, laughing when Penny gave her a look, “what?”

“You already did?” her stepmother asked.

Shrugging, Dana said, “The internet said it was the only way to get rid of unwanted programs.”

“Did it, now?” Penny said, shaking her head.

“Making the Mom in you nervous?” Dana teased.

“A little,” Penny said, but she was smiling, “you are a bit more clever than you used to be.”

“Getting caught once will do that to you,” Dana said, remembering the awkward conversation with Penny when the woman found out what sort of websites she had been frequenting. That particular exchange had ended pretty amazingly, but she didn’t want to try her luck again.

Laughing, Penny said, “I guess it would. Just a heads up, I’m installing the program on your new laptop. The one your dad bought you.”

“You think Dad is feeling guilty about being away?” Dana asked, smiling playfully, “he bought you and me new laptops… Nice ones, too.”

“Bought himself one, too,” Penny said, then snorted, “I think he just noticed the raise money in the bank account.”

“Are we rich?”

“No,” Penny said, laughing, “but, as Daffy Duck would say, we are comfortably well off.”

“So now would be a good time to ask for a raise in my allowance?”

“Your dad already bumped it up,” Penny said.

“Really?” Dana said, surprised, “Are you sure Dad isn’t feeling guilty?”

“Maybe a little,” Penny admitted.

“He comes home when he can,” Dana said, opening her orange juice.

He came home for Thanksgiving and Christmas, a few weekends in between. He has been racking up the frequent flier points, traveling from Tokyo back to the States. Add to that a bunch of phone calls and Face Time and Dana didn’t think he had a reason to feel guilty. He was trying to put in an appearance.

Taking a sip of her coffee, Penny said, “Maybe you could say something…”

“Let him off the hook?” Dana teased.

“Something like that,” Penny laughed.

***

“… I know I said Sunday, but…. something’s come up.”

Dana paused with one sleeve in her coat, her eyes going to the kitchen. Her dad had come home while she was in her bedroom getting her backpack. She had heard his voice when she came downstairs, so she had known he was back from the office. She had intended to put it on her coat, then tell him goodbye before heading to the bus stop, but something in his voice caught her attention before she could finish putting it on.

“Is everything… okay?” Penny asked, concern clear in her voice.

Dana’s frown deepened because Penny seemed to be picking up the same tone she was. She might have written it off if her stepmother hadn’t heard it, too. Penny was sharp as a tack and could read her father like an open book. Dana trusted Penny’s instincts implicitly in such matters. If she thought something was wrong, then Dana knew she should be concerned, too.

Moving closer to the kitchen, she listened intently.

“Yeah, of course,” her father said, a little too quickly.

“It’s just… you seem a little… harried,” Penny said.

“I know,” he said, sighing, “I just have to get back to Tokyo. Tonight, if possible.”

“Why the rush?” Penny asked, which was the question Dana wanted to know, too.

When he arrived in town on Monday, her father had said he was staying for a week because things were finally settling into place in Tokyo. At dinner that first evening, he had told them about the company and his work overseas. Dana had tried to follow along, but his story was pretty dry and full of technical jargon she didn’t completely understand. Mostly, what she had gotten from the conversation was things were going according to plan.

Now, her dad was talking about having to hurry back to Japan a full two days early. He had been in good spirits all week but sounded out of sorts now. What had happened at the office to spur this sudden change of plans? And why did he sound so harried, like Penny had said? Dana thought it was the perfect word for the rushed tone in his voice. Harried. Stressed out and put upon.

“Just some accounting stuff I need to take care of,” he said dismissively.

“You can’t walk someone through it over the phone?” Penny asked.

Another good question. Her dad had done just that a few times since they picked him up at the airport, his laptop on his knees and his cell phone on speaker. Why not this time?

“I-I need to do it in person,” he said, sounding a little perturbed by the continued questioning, “could you pack my stuff while I book a flight?”

“Um, sure,” Penny said, sounding reluctant to let the conversation go.

“Thanks, Hon.”

Her dad hurried out of the kitchen, didn’t seem to notice Dana standing by the couch as he almost ran up the stairs. Penny followed close behind him, the kitchen phone in her hand. She stood in the archway, frowning after her husband. After a moment, her stepmother did notice her, coming up short when she saw the look on Dana’s face. It only took a second for Penny to realize that Dana had overheard the exchange in the kitchen.

“Why is Dad going back to Tokyo?” Dana asked.

“He’s… He’s got something he needs to take care of,” Penny said, putting on a smile that didn’t quite reach her troubled eyes.

“Did he say what it was?”

“No, but I’m sure it’s important,” Penny said, glancing at the clock on the wall. “You need to get to the bus stop.”

“Um, yeah,” Dana said, hesitating. She didn’t like leaving like this, not knowing what was bothering her father, but Penny was right. Her bus would be at her stop at any minute.

Sensing Dana’s distress, Penny said, “I’ll text you if I figure out what’s up with your dad.”

“Okay,” Dana said, nodding. At least she could check her phone between classes, wouldn’t have to worry all day without knowing what was going on with her dad.

As she walked to the small group of kids waiting on the bus, Dana wondered what could be so important that her dad had to rush back to Tokyo. It probably wasn’t good news, judging by her dad’s state of mind when he got back from the office. Dana realized she didn’t know enough about what her dad was doing in Japan to hazard a guess of what it could be. A little sheepishly, she thought, I really don’t even know what Dad does for a living.

Like the first rays of sunshine peeking through the gloom of early morning, a thought came to Dana as she waited for the bus. Her dad was leaving, going back to Tokyo today. She’d finally have Penny to herself again. She felt a stab of guilt as some of her concern gave way to excitement, but she couldn’t help it.

With an embarrassed smile, Dana realized how bad she had it for her stepmother. It wasn’t just the sex, although it was amazing. She was in love with Penny, hopelessly head over heels in love. Desire had turned to infatuation to genuine feelings for the woman. Some might argue what would a thirteen-year-old girl know about love, but Dana knew how she felt about Penny.

“I love Penny,” Dana whispered, her words swallowed by the din of talking kids. Still, she had put it out in the universe.

Her smile widened some as she thought that Penny was feeling it, too. She knew Penny loved her like a daughter, but Dana thought that affection has changed since Penny found her fuzzy kitten notebook. The maternal instincts were still there but had evolved into something more. The line between stepmother and partner was blurred, but all Dana needed to know was that Penny loved her as both.

Dana wondered how Penny would react if she told her that she loved her. She told Penny she loved her all the time, true, but that she loved her, loved her this time. The difference was both small and gigantic at the same time, Dana thought. Would Penny say it back if she took the time to make the distinction? Would she mean it the same way Dana did?

Chewing on her lip, Dana wasn’t sure if she was ready to tell her stepmother how deep her feelings ran. God, she wanted to but was afraid that Penny didn’t feel the same. She didn’t think her heart could take it if she had misread the depth of Penny’s affection.

Maybe on Valentine’s Day, Dana thought, still worrying at her lower lip, buy her some flowers and tell her how much I love her.

The romantic in her loved the idea, even if it scared her to death. The rest of the ride to school, she found herself making plans. Scared or not, she realized she intended to tell Penny how she felt, come what may February fourteenth.

***

“Hi.”

Her lips still tingling from the kiss Penny had given her as soon as she walked through the door, Dana husked, “Hi. I take it Dad managed to get a flight.”

“Yeah,” Penny said, helping Dana out of her backpack.

“Did he ever tell you why he had to go?” Dana asked.

“Not really,” Penny said, unzipping Dana’s coat, “just that he had to fix something in person.”

“Why in person?” Dana asked.

Sighing, Penny said, “I don’t know. I couldn’t get a straight answer out of him.”

“Huh,” Dana said, remembering how her dad had sidestepped Penny’s questions this morning. She guessed Penny didn’t get any more information from him after she left for school.

“He said he’d call tomorrow since it would be late tonight when he gets in,” Penny said, helping Dana the rest of the way out of her coat, “maybe he’ll be more talkative, then.”

“He was acting kind of weird, right?” Dana said.

“Yeah,” Penny said, frowning, “on edge.”

“Was he like that before he went into the office?” Dana asked.

“No,” Penny said, shaking her head, “he was in a good mood, talking about what he had planned for the day.”

“Something must have happened at the office,” Dana said.

“Seems that way.”

“What do you think it could be?” Dana said.

“I have no idea,” Penny said, shrugging, “and there’s no point speculating on it tonight. Go get cleaned up. We are going out to dinner.”

“We are?”

Smiling at her, Penny said, “It is date night, isn’t it?”

“You want to go out tonight?” Dana asked, a little surprised.

“Honestly,” Penny said, sighing, “the last thing I want to do is sit around the house worrying and wait for your dad to call tomorrow. Besides, I haven’t gotten to see you in your new dress yet.”

“Okay,” Dana said, thinking Penny was right about needing a distraction, and date night fit that bill perfectly.

When Penny had first suggested they have a date night every Friday while her father was out of town, Dana hadn’t been sure she was serious, but she had been. They had been out on a dozen dates or so already. More if they counted just going out to dinner, but Dana only thought of the ones where they dressed up and had to go to the next town over to avoid questions from their neighbors as ‘dates’.

As a result of those dates, Dana had six dresses tucked into the back of her closet that would have sent her dad’s blood pressure through the roof if he knew she wore them in public. Smiling, she thought the dresses were the reason they couldn’t just go to a restaurant here in town. They were a little too short or a little too clingy for a girl her age. Penny didn’t want to have to explain to the other mothers why she let Dana out of the house dressed like that. Especially since it was Penny who bought the first one for her.

The other five, she had picked out herself. In the spirit of the little black dress Penny had bought, these dresses were a bit more adventuresome than a middle school girl should wear, and shopping for them had given her a thrill.

That included the one Penny wanted Dana to wear for her tonight. Delayed in transit, the dress had arrived the day after her dad had arrived in town instead of the Thursday before. She had found it stuffed under her pillow- where Penny had hidden it after finding the package on the doorstep- when she got home from school. She and Penny had shared a laugh when her father wasn’t around, Penny mimicking wiping a nervous sweat from her brow.

Dana had figured it would next Friday before she got the chance to wear it. It looked like it would be tonight instead. She gave Penny one more lingering kiss before slipping out of her arms to run upstairs to get ready.

She went straight to her closet, moving her day-to-day clothes aside so she could pull her new date night dress off the rack. She smiled at the white off-the-shoulder dress as she laid it out on her bed. It was short and tight and definitely not meant for a middle schooler, but it still fit her like a dream because it was imported from China.

“God bless the Chinese tailors,” Dana said, still looking at the dress.

Remembering the shoes she had bought to go with it, she retrieved them from the darkest corner of her closet. More so than the dress, she thought they would have made her dad stroke out if he saw them. With five-inch heels, they were the most daring shoes she owned.

Wearing the shoes and dress, she was sure to get some disapproving looks. Well, not her but Penny. Grinning, she thought, which is why we have to leave town — so I can wear them. Penny is okay with being judged by strangers, but not the people she knew.

Personally, Dana didn’t care what they thought. She wore the dresses for Penny, for the look her stepmother got in her eye when she saw her in one of them. Well, that and they made her feel a bit more grown-up than she was.

She went to her dresser, opened her unmentionables drawer. Moving the cotton panties aside, she found a lacy thong and strapless bralette. While she couldn’t wear these to school, she could definitely wear them for date night. Just a little surprise for Penny. Thinking about the chill in the winter air, she added a garter belt and some stockings.

With her clothes laid out, she headed to the bathroom. She quickly shaved her legs, then took a shower. She was humming to herself happily as she stood under the hot water. As rough as the morning had started, this evening was looking up. Dinner with Penny, then back here to presumably fool around. She had a lot to be happy about.

I get to give my poor vibrator the night off, Dana thought.

While playing with her toys- especially with Penny- was fun, but she was craving something more… personal. She wanted to run her hands over Penny’s lovely body, to feel her come under her fingertips. She wanted to press her lips to Penny’s soft skin, to taste the salty sweat on her tongue. She wanted to feel Penny’s body as it moved against hers, the roll of her hips and the delicious pressure on her bud.

Feeling a flush of heat spread across her body that had nothing to do with the hot water, Dana had to laugh. She was getting herself all worked up, just thinking about what would happen later. If she let her thoughts continue down this road, she’d be a horny mess before they even made it to the appetizer course. With a two-hour round trip and a dinner to sit through, she decided she better steer her thoughts down less carnal paths.

They didn’t wander too far, though. Penny was still in them as she thought about Valentine’s Day a few weeks away. All day at school, she had distracted herself with thoughts of telling Penny that she was in love with her. She found herself doing it, again, as she finished her shower.

At this point, she was out of new ideas of how she’d do it and was just recycling her favorites. As a young girl with a vivid imagination and a writer to boot, she had an almost bottomless fount of ideas, but she had finally run it dry on the bus ride home. She had entertained a whole range of options from a romantic dinner to a note asking Penny to be her girlfriend, check yes or no.

She still didn’t know which one she liked the best by the time she was shutting off the water and drying off. With the towel wrapped around her naked body, she cleared the steam from the mirror. She smiled at her reflection, said, “I love Penny.”

She wasn’t telling the girl in the mirror anything she didn’t already know. Smiling, she saw a little corner of the mirror that was still steamed up and made a little heart with hers and Penny’s initials in it. Her heart skipped a beat as she thought about leaving it for Penny to see if the woman needed to freshen up before leaving for their date. They shared this bathroom, so it was very possible.

It was another way she could let Penny know her feelings for her had changed, one she hadn’t considered before. Not much in the way of fanfare, but it would get the conversation started. She looked at the heart a long time, so long that a single bead of condensation formed at the bottom point of it and ran down the glass and onto the frame of the mirror.

Finally, she reached out and wiped the evidence of her deepening love for Penny from existence, said out loud, “Not like this. It has to be special.”

Her thoughts were back on Valentine’s Day as she did her hair and makeup. Distracted, it took her a little longer than usual to get ready. Well, that and the fact she always put more effort into it when she was going out with Penny. Most days, she did the bare minimum, but not on date night.

With her makeup done and her hair up, she looked older. Maybe not old enough to be on the arm of a woman Penny’s age, but just maybe old enough to be wearing the dress and heels she had laid out. She didn’t get as many sideways glances as she probably should all dolled up like this and definitely not as many sad shakes of their heads.

If they only knew I was thirteen, Dana thought, breaking out in a smile, and what I intend to wear under the dress… For shame.

With her dad out of town again, she left her towel in the bathroom and walked to her bedroom naked. Amused, she thought there was a lot less laundry when he was away because she and Penny spent a lot of the time naked. This is why the front door was always locked and the curtains drawn. Even doing chores and eating dinner, doing homework and paying the bill, clothing was optional and often opted out of once the need to leave the house was satisfied. Walking around the house naked was fun and, more often than not, foreplay.

Then again, everything seemed to end up being foreplay for them.

In her bedroom, Dana slipped into the lingerie, then her dress and shoes. With a quick look in the mirror, she hurried downstairs. Much more practiced in shoes like this, she wasn’t in much danger of turning an ankle, even with heels as tall as these. Dana took pride in the fact that she was getting pretty good at walking in them.

She found Penny at the kitchen counter, tapping away at her phone. Penny didn’t hear Dana come down the stairs, so Dana had a moment to admire her stepmother without her knowing. Wearing a snug red dress that left a lot of her lovely legs bare, Penny looked amazing.

Dana wasn’t surprised Penny looked amazing- the woman would look amazing wearing a potato sack. At least, that was Dana’s opinion. She doubted many people would contest that opinion, though. Penny was beautiful and leggy and was wearing the hell out of her dress.

Maybe her eyes were a little too heavy, or Penny finished what she was doing on her phone, because she suddenly glanced over her shoulder at Dana. Straightening up, she turned and leaned against the island. Her eyes roamed over Dana in her dress, a sexy smile tugging at the corners of her mouth.

And that’s why I wear stuff like this, Dana thought, loving that smile, that look right there.

“White is a good color for you,” Penny said.

“You think so?” Dana asked, looking down at herself

“You look amazing,” Penny said, the truth of her words reflected in her eyes.

“You, too,” Dana said, smiling at her, “definitely have to leave town, wearing that.”

“I couldn’t get any reservations out of town,” Penny said, putting her phone back in her purse.

Frowning, Dana asked, “So we aren’t going out?”

“I didn’t say that,” Penny said, smiling at her, “we’ll just have to risk it here in town.”

“What will the neighbors say?” Dana teased.

Laughing, Penny said, “I don’t care.”

“Really?” Dana asked, surprised.

Penny crossed the room and pulled Dana into her arms. With a playful smile, she said, “I figure you are almost at that age when you start being rebellious. If they have something to say, I’ll just sigh wearily and say, ‘teenagers…what can you do?’ You’d be surprised how much slack you can get playing the teenager card. Especially if you are a stepmother.”

“Think they’ll buy it?” Dana asked, amused.

“The Dillinger girl is pregnant, and the Allistar boy up the street is in juvie for stealing cars… You are still a straight-A student, even if your shoes are a little too tall and your dress too short for your age… At least you are wearing pantyhose under it, so yeah. I think I’d get a pass.”

“Pantyhose… right,” Dana said, grinning.

Her eyes flashing with interest, Penny said, “Well, pantyhose as far as they know. I take it you are wearing something sexy under this dress?”

“Maybe,” Dana said, kissing her, “you’ll just have to find out later.”

“We could always stay in and get a pizza,” Penny husked.

Laughing, Dana said, “I think we are a little overdressed for pizza.”

“Yeah,” Penny said, grabbing her purse, “let’s go.”

***

“Oh, God.”

Seeing Penny look past her at the entrance to the restaurant, Dana asked, “What is it?”

“Not what,” Penny said, groaning, “who. Teresa Black.”

Snorting, Dana said, “The town gossip.”

It hadn’t been a question, but Penny confirmed it anyway, “The town gossip.”

“You are in for it now,” Dana said, amused.

“I’m glad you think it’s funny,” Penny said.

“Do you have your exasperated sigh ready?” Dana asked, grinning at her, “damn rebellious teenagers.”

“Language,” Penny said, laughing. She was still looking over Dana’s shoulder, said, “She’s talking to the host.”

Looking around, Dana said, “This side of the restaurant is pretty full. Well… except for the table right next to ours.”

“Please… please sit her on the other side of the restaurant,” Penny said, crossing her fingers, “or anywhere but right there.”

Laughing, Dana said, “Did your little prayer work?”

“The host is collecting menus and gesturing…” Penny said, holding her breath. She let it out in a nervous laugh as she said, “she’s leading Teresa the other way.”

Dana gave Penny a weighing look, then asked, “I thought you were ready for this.”

A little sheepishly, Penny said, “I am… but I’d like to ease into it. Maybe deal with one mother at a time. If Teresa sees you, then that’s right out the window. All of them will know about the scandalous dress I’m letting you wear by the end of her dessert course.”

Playfully, Dana said, “I’d be more worried about the shoes.”

“God, those shoes,” Penny said, shaking her head.

“Do you want to try to sneak out of here?” Dana asked.

Penny shook her head, said, “If she sees us, she sees us. Wading in nice and easy would be nice, but a cannonball will work, too.”

“Are you going to yell cannonball if she sees us?” Dana teased.

Laughing, Penny said, “I might.”

“Do you really think my dress is scandalous?” Dana asked, changing the subject.

“Love,” Penny said, leaning closer so she could speak softly, “you have no right to look as sexy as you do right now.”

“No right, huh?” Dana asked, smiling at the compliment.

“You turned a few heads when you walked by in that dress,” Penny said, then laughed, “then had them hanging in shame when they realized they shouldn’t be looking.”

“Hanging their head in shame, huh?” Dana asked, meeting Penny’s eyes as she took a sip of her Coke. She saw Penny had caught the playful tone behind the question.

“You know I think you are irresistible,” Penny said, smiling at her, “and I’m over being ashamed of that.”

“Good,” Dana said, winking at her, “hate to think I wore this dress for nothing.”

“Oh, it definitely isn’t going to be for nothing,” Penny said, looking like she really wanted to kiss Dana. She sat back in her chair before she could do just that. Clearing her throat, she said, “We better change the subject before someone notices how bad I want to kiss you.”

Her heart skipping a beat in her chest, Dana said, “Right.”

“How’s school?” Penny said, still struggling with her composure, “you have half-year tests coming up soon, don’t you?”

“Next week,” Dana said, nodding, “then we start new classes.”

“Excited?” Penny asked.

“Sure,” Dana said dryly.

Laughing, Penny said, “Such enthusiasm.”

“At least I won’t have gym class anymore,” Dana said, smiling. She wondered if she should tell Penny about her plans to wear some of her more adventuresome lingerie once she didn’t have to change in front of the other girls anymore. Penny’s kinky side and her maternal one might be at odds with that bit of information.

Maybe catching something in her tone or seeing her smile, Penny asked, “Is that important?”

Leaning closer, Dana said, “I-“

She was interrupted by the waiter arriving with their food. She sat back, her cheeks a little hot at what he had almost overheard. Again, she was reminded how risky being out in public like this with Penny was. It wasn’t even the sexy banter, but just how they were around each other now that they were sleeping together. Anyone paying attention might notice their conversation was a bit more intimate than that of a stepmother and daughter- too much smiling and too much eye contact.

As they waited for their food, Dana looked around the restaurant. She was relieved to see the other guests were actively engaged in their own conversations and meals, paying her and Penny no mind. Still, Dana felt self-conscious, exposed. It was both disconcerting and exciting, the danger of what they were doing.

When the waiter left with his empty tray, Penny asked, “You were saying?”

“Um, never mind,” Dana said, taking a sip of her drink.

“I take it you were about to say something naughty before our waiter showed up,” Penny said, meeting Dana’s eyes.

“Yeah,” Dana admitted.

Penny looked at her for a long moment, the gears turning behind her eyes. Dana thought she was trying to guess why she was excited about not having gym class anymore. The woman’s eyes suddenly widened, and Dana knew she had figured it out. She offered stepmother a little shrug and a smile.

“I take it the cotton panties we bought you for the school year aren’t going to get much use,” Penny said, taking a bite of her food.

“Probably not,” Dana said, smiling, “what’s the point of having cute underwear if you can’t wear it?”

“True,” Penny said, then snorted, “I’m pretty sure I’m supposed to tell you not to wear them to school.”

“But you aren’t going to,” Dana finished.

“I just know by the time you get home from school, you’ll be more than ready for me to get you out of them,” Penny said, her voice low.

“Yeah, but that’s true of any panties I might be wearing,” Dana teased.

Laughing, Penny said, “This conversation is turning blue, again.”

“It’s been almost a week,” Dana said, holding Penny’s eyes.

“I know,” Penny said, smiling at her, “believe me, I know.”

With a smile of her own, Dana said, “I think there is half a cheesecake in the fridge… You know, if you want to skip dessert.”

Penny laughed, “Okay. The lava cake is to die for here, though.”

***

Dana went to the candles she had placed around her room, lighting them. The light of their flickering flames was more subdued than the overhead lights. After the quiet dinner with Penny, Dana was craving romance, so the candles were perfect. She smiled as Penny hit the light switch, and the shadows got longer, dancing and capering across the walls.

“You almost need new candles,” Penny said, crossing the room to her.

Slipping into her arms, Dana said, “I like making love by candlelight. It’s more… more sensual, I guess. Romantic.”

“I agree,” Penny said, kissing her, “and I think we could use a little romance after the morning we had.”

Dana smiled, thinking she and Penny were on the same page again. More often than not, they were, knowing what the other needed without a word being spoken. Even the first time, they had gotten on well together, their desires perfectly in line. In the last three months, that intimate connection has only deepened.

Penny stepped out of her heels, so Dana didn’t have to crane her neck to kiss her. Suddenly eye to eye with her stepmother, Dana smiled at her, kissed her deeply. Almost a week since the last time they were together, passion got the better of them. The kiss was like the first drops of rain after a drought, and, like two flowers in need of watering, they soaked it up. They were both breathing heavily by the time they had to come up for air.

“Help me with my zipper,” Penny husked.

Smiling, Dana moved behind Penny. She ran the little zipper down, then ran her hands up Penny’s bare back and under the shoulder straps of the dress. Letting her hands slip forward, then down Penny’s arms, she had her stepmother’s dress half off in one simple move. As Penny shimmied the rest of the way out of it, Dana kissed her bare shoulder, let her hands come up to cup her breasts. Her smile widened as Penny’s breathing quickened at her touch, her nipples stiffening. She teased them until the woman’s back arched, and she moaned thickly.

Dana molded her body to Penny’s back, letting her hands slip down her flanks to the waistband of the tiny panties she wore. Hooking her thumbs in the elastic, she pushed them down as far as she could. Penny shivered as she ran her hand up the inside of her thigh, her fingertips just brushing her skin. Her fingers found Penny’s clit tender and ready. She smiled as Penny’s hips moved with a mind of their own, eager for Dana’s touch.

“Mm, that feels so good,” Penny said, her voice thick with excitement.

“Good enough to make up for skipping dessert?” Dana teased.

“Getting there,” Penny moaned, twisting her body to kiss Dana.

“We probably could have gotten the dessert to go,” Dana said, kissing her again, “I didn’t think about it until we were in the car. I guess I was in a hurry to get back here.”

“Mm,” Penny said, smiling at her, “I was in just as much a hurry as you. I’ve wanted this all week. Wanted you.”

“Am I a horrible daughter because I couldn’t wait for Dad to leave?” Dana asked.

“Maybe,” Penny said, laughing, “but if you are horrible, so am I.”

Dana had caught Penny looking at her with hungry eyes more than once this past week, and she had known the woman was feeling the draw, too. Still, the words made her feel all warm and fuzzy inside. Knowing someone was feeling it too and having them admit it was a small thing but significant. Dana hugged her stepmother tightly.

Ever since Penny had found her notebook, their conversations had become more and more flirty. Playful and naughty at first, their banter was becoming increasingly lovey-dovey lately. The affection they shared had deepened over the last couple of months. It was the reason Dana thought if she worked up the nerve to tell her stepmother how she felt about her, the woman might say it back.

The words ‘I love you’ were on Dana’s lips, but she didn’t let them slip free. It wasn’t fear of rejection that made her leave the sentiment unvoiced, but the timing. The romantic in her wanted the moment to be right when she finally told Penny she loved her not as a stepdaughter loving a stepmother, but as a girl in love with a woman. While a spontaneous admission of affection appealed to the writer in her, she would wait and make it perfect.

To distract her lips from saying those three words, she focused her attention on her hands, on the feel of Penny’s skin under her fingertips. Luckily, Penny was the perfect distraction, her moans and sighs encouragement for Dana to lose herself in Penny’s lovely body. As familiar as she was with every inch of Penny now, Dana still found her fascinating. Her exploration was just as enthusiastic as it had been that first time.

“God, you are going to make me come already,” Penny said, her excitement unmistakable in her voice.

Even if Penny hadn’t said anything, Dana would have known her stepmother was close. She could always sense when Penny was going to come, knew all the tells. She kept her fingers moving, listening to the escalation of Penny’s cries and feeling the tightening of her body in anticipation of that release of gathered tension. Like a musical piece reaching its crescendo, Penny was at the peak of pleasure. There were no crashing cymbals or stirring strings, just a final cry cut off halfway as the orgasm shook her.

Dana held Penny as she floated on the flood of feel-good juices hitting her bloodstream, let her recover some of her senses in the safety of her arms. She was happy to let Penny bask in the post-orgasm haze. She smiled at the woman as she turned on slightly wobbly legs. Still in Dana’s embrace but facing her now, Penny kissed her deeply.

“You are too good at that,” Penny said, her voice still husky with excitement.

“Sorry,” Dana said, playfully, “I’ll do worse next time.”

“Good,” Penny said, kissing her, “maybe then I’ll be able to uncurl my toes.”

Laughing, Dana said, “Is that such a bad problem to have?”

“Oh, it’s horrible,” Penny said, smiling at her, “soon as I get you out of this dress, I’ll show you just how ‘horrible’ it is.”

“I guess I have it coming after what I did to you,” Dana said playfully.

“Pun intended?” Penny asked, as she slid her fingers under the shoulder straps of Dana’s dress.

“Maybe,” Dana said, as Penny slipped the straps down her arms.

The dress was snug, and she had to wriggle her hips to help Penny remove it. She shivered as Penny’s eyes ran over her nearly naked body, the heat of her gaze like a brush of a flame against her skin. Suddenly warm all over, she shivered again. By the time Penny’s eyes made it back to hers, the woman’s smile took Dana’s breath away. When Penny looked at her and smiled like that, Dana couldn’t restrain herself. She was in the woman’s arms, kissing her before she even had a chance to begin breathing again.

Without breaking the kiss, Penny let her hand slip between them, sliding down Dana’s stomach and onto her girlhood. A week of frustrated desire got the better of her, her body responding instantly to her touch. Dana moaned into Penny’s mouth as her able fingers teased her bud through the lacy material of her thong. Her hips moved with a mind of their own, pushing against Penny’s hand eagerly in response to the lovely thing Penny was doing to her.

Dana would have been happy to continue like this, but when Penny suddenly sank to her knees in front of her, she realized her stepmother had other plans for her. Her breath caught in her throat as Penny’s hand ran up the inside of her thigh, then pulled the panties she wore aside. The flick of Penny’s tongue across her tender bud forced that stale breath from her in a moan.

Although she was much more competent in high heels now, what Penny was doing to her was threatening Dana’s balance. The pleasure Penny’s tongue was sending crashing through her young body had her swaying unsteadily. As reluctant as she was to miss even a moment of the lovely sensation, she knew she was going to need to sit down before she fell down. She took a couple of steps backward, sitting on the edge of the bed.

Still on her knees, Penny crawled over to her. Her hands on Dana’s knees, she pushed her legs open wide and moved between them. She gave Dana a quick but heated kiss before returning to what she had been doing. The lacy thong was pulled aside once more, and Penny’s hot, wet tongue resumed its sweet torture on Dana’s bud. It felt so good Dana knew she had done the right thing by sitting down.

Dana’s back arched, and her fingers clutched at the covers as Penny’s fingers eased inside of her. Penny’s fingertips found that magic spot inside her, and Dana lost any semblance of control of her body. Like a marionette with her strings pulled by Penny, she writhed in ecstasy under the combined manipulations of Penny’s tongue and fingers.

As capable as ever, it didn’t take Penny long to have her dancing on the edge of a climax. The pleasure built and built until it overwhelmed her. She cried out as she surrendered to it, her body jerking like a marionette with its strings tangled.

The orgasm left her dazed and gasping for air. She saw Penny smiling at her, and she managed to say, “I think you got your revenge. I can’t uncurl my toes.”

“Horrible, isn’t it?” Penny asked playfully.

“The worst,” Dana said, her contented tone belying those words.

Penny kissed her deeply, urging her to move further onto the bed. Dana smiled up at her as Penny crawled onto the bed with her. When Penny hooked her fingers in the flimsy thong she wore, Dana lifted off the bed so she could remove it. Still wearing the garter belt, stockings, and strapless bralette, Dana wasn’t surprised when Penny didn’t remove them, too. When she wore lingerie for her stepmother, the woman was never in any hurry to get her out of it. Dana didn’t know if Penny liked the way she looked in it or was turned on by the kinkiness of a girl her age wearing it- maybe a little of both- but there was no denying it got Penny going. Since that was kind of her goal, Dana was more than happy to wear it for her.

That and, if she was being honest, she was turned on by the kinkiness of wearing it, too. She knew the designer of this lingerie hadn’t intended for a thirteen-year-old girl to wear it, which made it taboo. The lace and nylon on her skin were exciting because she knew she was misbehaving. What kid didn’t get a little thrill out of breaking the rules? With the sort of rules Dana was breaking now, the rush was that much more intense. This wasn’t a grounded for a week or even a month infraction, but a never see the light of day until she had a place of her own sort of offense.

The risk was minimal with her dad out of town- and Dana seriously doubted Penny would ground her for this- but it was enough to spice up the night. She had learned this about herself, that a bit of danger was an aphrodisiac.

As Penny nudged her legs open and straddled one of her hips, Dana realized what Penny had in mind. She smiled as Penny’s weight settled onto her, their bodies nested together intimately. The now-familiar way their bodies fit together was still thrilling. If anything, knowing what was about to happen ratcheted up the excitement. Dana anticipated the delicious roll of Penny’s hips, the pleasure that would crash through her with each flex of her own.

Her expectations met, Dana moaned thickly as Penny began to move atop of her. The lovely friction of their bodies grinding together in perfect rhythm, the sexy roll of Penny’s body in the flickering light of the candles, the little sounds of enjoyment filling the air between them… This was the intimacy Dana had craved earlier. Soaking it up, Dana lost herself in Penny, happy to finally be back here after a week apart.

Even as their pace built with their excitement, there was a tenderness to their lovemaking that belied the urgency of their coupling. There was a lot of kissing and touching, eager exploration of each other’s body even as the roll of their hips came faster and harder. Murmured encouragements and heartfelt compliments in breathy whispers were interspersed with the moans and wordless cries as they pushed each other towards higher peaks of ecstasy.

Her body still not completely recovered from the orgasm Penny had given her with her fingers and mouth, Dana was trying to hold off another climax as long as she could. She wanted to come with Penny, wanted them to surrender to the pleasure together. She thought that would be the perfect end to the perfect bout of lovemaking.

She fought the tension building up inside, focused on helping Penny catch up. It was lucky that the woman wasn’t too far behind because the lovely pressure of her stepmother’s body rubbing against hers was making it hard to resist that tension. She didn’t think she could delay it much longer, her body at its breaking point. Her senses bombarded by pleasure, she was helpless to resist as her climax finally broke her will, shaking her to pieces. Even as she lost control, she felt Penny stiffen atop her, was vaguely aware of the woman trembling through her own orgasm.

Still sitting atop her, Penny smiled down at her, husked, “Shit.”

“Yeah,” Dana agreed, smiling back at her, “I needed that.”

“Yeah,” Penny said, getting off of her. She stretched out on her back next to Dana, holding out her arm so Dana could snuggle against her. She gave Dana a lingering kiss before saying, “I needed this, too.”

Content, Dana snuggled tighter against her stepmother.

Penny suddenly started laughing, and she gave Dana a sheepish grin when she raised her head to look at her. She said, “I was just thinking… I might get a good night’s sleep tonight.”

“What?” Dana asked.

“It’s just… I can’t sleep in my own bed anymore,” Penny said, kissing her, “I’ve spent too much time sleeping here… In your arms. This feels… normal now.”

“Oh,” Dana said, feeling all warm and fuzzy as she hugged her stepmother, “I didn’t sleep very well this week, either.”

“This feels normal for you, too?” Penny asked.

Meeting her eyes, Dana said, “It feels right.”

***

Nestled in Penny’s arms, Dana smiled as her stepmother’s breathing slowed, and she began to snore lightly. She waited a little longer, then did something she had wanted to do all evening and night. Hugging the woman tighter, Dana said, “I love you.”

Penny murmured in her sleep but did not awaken. Still, Dana thought her words had made it into Penny’s sleeping thoughts. Satisfied for now, Dana closed her eyes and let sleep take her, too.

To be continued (we hope and pray)…

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Birds in Flight, Chapter 10

  • Posted on August 5, 2021 at 3:21 pm

By Girl Lover

Mabel gazed in awe at the wondrous, yet unsettling sight of three naked young girls waiting in her bed, instead of the usual two.

Drinking in the sight of Shelly’s undeveloped body, Mabel was surprised to find how quickly her worries were overtaken by a growing lust. She began undressing for the girls, trying to do it as seductively as she was able. When she unclasped her bra and her breasts spilled out, she heard Shelly gasp. Emma whispered, “Told ya.”

Once she was completely nude, Mabel padded over to the bed and sat. “Well, Shelly, since you’re the guest here, what would you like for me to do?”

Shelly didn’t move, just stared at Mabel’s naked body. Finally, Emma asked, “Can you get on your hands and knees?”

“Would you like for me to do that?” Mabel asked Shelly. Shelly gave a small nod, so Mabel positioned herself on all fours. “Now what?” Again, Shelly was like a deer caught in the headlights, unable to respond.

“Shelly,” Emma said, “Get under her like this.” Emma laid down with her head directly under Mabel’s left breast. Seeing this, Shelly arranged herself in a similar way, her face beneath the right breast. Mabel’s breasts hung down far enough that her nipples were touching the girls’ faces. “Take it in your mouth,” Emma told Shelly.

Mabel groaned with delight as she felt one, then two little mouths nursing from her throbbing nipples. In fact, the sight of her friend’s daughter in this position, suckling her breast like a baby, captivated Mabel. “Do you like this, Shelly?” The child nodded. “I like it too,” Mabel cooed, smiling at her new lover.

Little Madison was kneeling behind Mabel, licking her lips as she stared at Gramma’s wet, open pussy. She placed two of her fingers against the opening, then pressed forward, the little girl’s eyes widening in astonishment at how easily they slid inside.

“You’re all hot an’ gooey in here, Gramma,” Madison said, moving her fingers around, getting the feel of the woman’s vagina and liking it.

Mabel couldn’t help but chuckle. She could always count on Madison to say the most adorable things. “That means I’m very excited, honey,” she replied.

Madison’s fingers moved around easily inside Gramma, enough that it had the child wondering if she could get even more in there. She added a third finger, then a fourth, both entering with little effort. Cool! she told herself. Now, what if I did this with my thumb…?

Mabel stiffened as she felt Madison’s entire hand sliding into her cunt, pushing deep inside until the girl had penetrated her right up to the wrist… then she felt that little hand moving around. With the other two girls pleasuring her nipples, Mabel knew she wasn’t going to last long.

Sure enough, within sixty seconds she was groaning loudly, her voice rising to a sharp scream as she came, a gush of warm juice flowing out of her, splashing on Madison.

“She peed on me!” Madison cried out excitedly.

The other two girls slid out from under her, Emma exclaiming, “Hey! Pee on me too, Mabel! And on Shelly!”

Out of breath, Mabel rolled over on her back. Emma immediately pushed her way between the woman’s thighs and began to rub her cunt. “Maybe I can make you pee again, Gramma,” she said,

Propped up against the pillows, Mabel’s breathing was still labored, but she managed to say, “Emma, since Shelly’s our guest, why don’t you show her how to do that.”

“Okay.” Emma moved over and Shelly squeezed in, leaning in close. “Put your fingers in here,” Emma pointed. Nibbling her lower lip, Shelly cautiously poked her index finger into Mabel’s pussy, about an inch deep.

“You can go in a little more, sweetie,” Mabel said.

Shelly penetrated the older woman’s vagina, entering her up to the third knuckle.

“Keep going,” Emma said. “And use more fingers.”

“Will it fit?” Shelly asked, her brow furrowed with concern. “I don’t wanna hurt you.”

“It’ll fit,” Mabel assured her. “Just go slowly.”

Shelly kept pushing, still wearing a worried expression, until, with a quiet sucking noise, her hand slipped all the way into Mabel’s vagina.

“Omigosh!“ Shelly squealed, eyes wide in astonishment, then she turned to Emma. “Um… now what do I do?”

Emma peered over Shelly’s shoulder. “Just kinda move your hand around some.”

With a quick nod, Shelly did just that. Mabel gasped a shiver racing through her body. Shelly hesitated, but the older woman put the child’s mind at ease “Don’t mind me, dear,” she said “Keep going. You’re — ooooh yes, you’re doing wonderfully.”

Shelly continued to probe Mabel, who leaned back and luxuriated in the movement of the little girl’s hand. Then she felt hands on her breasts, and opened her eyes to see Emma and Madison guiding her nipples into their mouths to suck. She studied the three children, each one making love to her naked body, and thought, I still can’t get over this change in my life. I’ve become a woman who has sex with little girls, for goodness sake! But I’ve never been happier.

She stroked Emma’s and Madison’s bare backs as their little mouths worked at her breasts. “So sweet,” she murmured. “So precious.”

It wasn’t long before she felt herself coming again.

“Hey, she’s doing it!” Shelly cried out excitedly, “There’s all this pee squirting out of her!”

Emma and Madison jumped up and quickly scampered over, looking on in awe as Gramma’s juices coated Shelly’s thrusting arm. The sight of the girls’ awed faces made Mabel come even harder, until she was utterly spent.

“Okay… okay, Shelly,” Mabel gasped, clutching the child’s wrist, “That’s enough. Let me rest a bit.” She used a hand to fan her flushed face. “You can take your hand out, sweetheart… just be careful about it.”

Shelly slowly withdrew her hand. Mabel’s cunt was still tender from the workout she’d just had, and a low moan escaped her lips when Shelly’s knuckles emerged past the vaginal ring. Finally releasing her breath, Mabel fell back into the damp sheets, panting for air.

Emma crawled up to her, “Can you do stuff to us now?”

“Of course I can, child,” Mabel managed to say. “Just give me a minute…”

After a brief rest, Mabel sat up. The girls were nestled together, sharing caresses. Emma had a hand tucked between Shelly’s thighs and was lightly stroking her new friend’s slit.

“Now, my darlings,” Mabel announced, “I’m ready to make love to all three of you.” Giving Shelly a warm smile, she said, “Since you’re our guest, you get to be first.”

“Are you gonna lick her, Gramma?” asked Madison.

“Indeed I am,” Mabel replied. Placing a hand on the child’s bare rump, she lovingly caressed it. “You have a beautiful little bottom, Shelly.”

All three girls cracked up at this remark, then Emma began to sing, “She loves her bot-tom, she loves her bot-tom…”

“Now you gotta kiss it!” Madison cried, clapping her hands with glee.

“I think I’ll do just that,” said Mabel. Gently guiding Shelly onto her back, she spread the little girl’s buttocks open and gave her anus a tender kiss, then licked through her crack a few times. Shelly gave a surprised gasp, while Emma and Madison giggled at the sight of Gramma putting her tongue in their friend’s bottom hole.

A moment later, Mabel turned Shelly back over, nestled between the child’s thighs and kissed her sex lovingly, then covered it with her mouth, sucking at the baby-smooth cleft.

Madison whispered to Shelly, “This is the thing she does that feels really, really good.”

Shelly shrugged. “It feels… kinda weird.”

Emma grinned. “Just wait. You’ll see!”

So Shelly lay back, gazing at Mabel, not knowing what to expect. All she knew was that Emma and Madison had told her that getting licked down there was the best feeling in the world. It mostly felt wet, like when she washed herself in the bathtub. Okay, it did feel sort of relaxing, like having your tummy stroked.

Closing her eyes, Shelly pressed her head back into the pillows as a warm, tingly feeling began to make itself known between her legs. She jerked as a sensitive spot was touched, somewhere deep inside. What it was, she didn’t know… but she didn’t care, either, because Mabel’s caressing tongue was starting to feel really good. Shelly’s heart began to race, her breathing grew deeper…

“Did you get the good feeling yet?” Madison blurted out, startling Shelly. Her eyes flew open.

Mabel raised her head. “Shhh, Madison,” she said, then returned to her work, exploring the little girl’s slit with her mouth.

The first time she’d gone down on Emma and Madison, Mabel had been somewhat uncertain about committing such a lewd act, but she did want to make the girls happy. Now, she loved everything about eating pussy — the sensuality of the act itself, the heady scent of female arousal, the warmth, the wetness, the rich, tangy taste. And the sounds of a little girl in ecstasy, she told herself as Shelly began to moan. Mustn’t forget that.

Those little jolts were racing through Stacy again, making her shiver. Suddenly craving more, she instinctively reached out to grasp Mabel’s head, holding it firmly against her vulva.

Oh my, Mabel thought. She’s really enjoying this.

Wielding her tongue like a paintbrush, Mabel continued to lick at Shelly’s cunt until she began to feel the girl’s hips pushing forward and back against her. Shelly was actually humping her mouth! Mabel trailed the tip of her tongue up to the top of Shelly’s vulva, seeking her clitoris.

It only took a few flicks of the tongue before Shelly suddenly went completely still, her body iron-rigid. Her hips froze in mid-thrust, her face scrunched up. Her voice rose to a wild cry, then she went completely limp, her chest heaving.

“Is she okay?” Madison asked, her eyes wide with wonder.

“Yes,” Mabel replied, “It’s a lot to handle and it wore her out. You do the same thing yourself when you come, sweetheart.”

“I do?”

“Both of you do. No, no — let her rest.” Mabel licked her lips, savoring that last hint of Shelly’s flavor, then smiled at her adopted granddaughters. “All right, now… who wants to be next?”

Madison cried, “I do! I do!”

“No, do me first!” Emma insisted.

Mabel thought for a moment, then said, “Tell you what. Let’s see if we can all do something together.”

“How do we do that?” asked Madison.

Moving over to the end of the bed, Mabel stretched out on her side. “Madison, why don’t you come over here,” Madison crawled over and lay down by her head. “Turn more this way, sweetie. Now, Emma lay over here.”

Getting into position, Emma pointed out, “We’re in a circle.”

“Yes, Emma. Now we can all make love to each other at the same time, you see.”

“Huh. That’s pretty cool,” Emma declared.

Mabel gently spread Madison’s legs open, so that her pussy was bared, then began to kiss it. She licked the bare slit a few times, then noticed that Madison was still watching her. “Sweetheart, don’t you want to make love to Emma?”

Madison shook her head. “I’d rather do stuff to you.”

“I understand, dear, but I think Emma would really appreciate it if you would play with her.”

“You gotta play with my butt,” Emma teased her.

“I’m gonna whack your butt,” Madison countered.

Mabel rolled her eyes. They’re just kids, after all. “Come on, girls…, let’s get back to what we were doing.”

“What are you doing?” Shelly asked, now sitting up.

“Oh, you’re awake,” said Mabel. “Well, you might as well join in. Emma, scoot over a little so Shelly can move in between you and Madison.”

Shelly got herself in place, then asked, “Now what?”

“Watch me. I’ll show you what to do.”

Mabel gave Madison’s pussy a tender kiss. Shelly copied this, kissing Emma’s slit. “Do you remember how good it felt when I did this to you?” Mabel asked Shelly, who gave a bashful nod. “Well, it will feel just as good to Emma. While you lick her you can also use your fingers to touch her inside there… Be gentle, now… There you go, just like that.”

Returning to Madison, Mabel began to go down on her, which distracted the child from what she was supposed to be doing to Shelly. Lost in the good feelings she was getting from Gramma’s tongue, Madison rolled onto her back and spread her legs wide apart, fully exposing her bare slit.

Amused by the child’s enthusiasm, Mabel covered Madison’s sex with her mouth, loving how the smoothness of it felt against her lips. She pressed her tongue into the snug opening, sending a little shiver through the girl’s thin frame.

“Ooh, I like that!” Madison cried. “Do it again.” Mabel did; absolutely loving the little girl, wanting to give her every pleasure imaginable.

Their oral chain was broken, with no one to lick Shelley, but Mabel just shrugged and continued to pleasure little Madison. At least Shelly’s already had hers, she reasoned. If she needs to come again, I’ll take care of that myself.

Meanwhile, Emma, meanwhile, was attending to Mabel’s cunt, thrilled as always by how hot and wet it felt against her face. She wanted to make Mabel squirt some more, and worked hard to realize that goal, licking and sucking Gramma’s pussy with everything she had.

Mabel was amused by the little girl’s all-out effort to make her come, unaware that after her last orgasm, she was done for the moment. Still, Emma’s licking did feel very nice.

As for Shelly, she seemed to be thoroughly intrigued by Emma’s pussy. Out of the corner of her eye, Mabel could tell that Shelly was watching what she did to Madison, mimicking the woman’s every move as she pleasured Emma with her tongue and fingers.

Suddenly Emma told Shelly, “Ooh, yeah — do that again.”

“This?” Shelly moved her finger.

“No.”

“Hmmm,” Shelly twirled her finger around inside Emma’s vagina, searching.

“Ooooooh yeah! There! Right there!” Emma blurted. Shelly worked her finger back and forth, causing Emma to cry out, “Hey! That tickles!”

“Keep doing that,” Mabel instructed Shelly, “It will make her feel wonderful.”

“Gramma?!” Madison cried out in a tiny pleading voice, “Please touch me some more.”

“Oh, I’m sorry dear,” Mabel apologized, quickly going back to bathing Madison’s pussy cleft, like a mother cat licking her kittens clean. It was a marvelous experience, loving this sweet child with her mouth, hearing the blissful sounds of pleasure that Madison made, feeling her cute little bottom wriggle with each swipe of the tongue.

“Oh… oh, Gramma… I can… I can f-feel it…” the girl stuttered.

“I know, dear,” Mabel replied, briefly raising her head, then got back to work. As she traced Madison’s slit with the tip of her tongue, Mable reached up to lightly pinch the child’s tiny nipples.

Madison’s coos stopped and she grew very still. Mabel watched the little girl’s face become red from strain as her entire body tensed up. Then she suddenly exhaled the breath she’d been holding, sinking back into the sheets. Mabel crawled up to lie beside Madison, lovingly stroking the young nymph’s cheek as she rested.

My God, Mabel told herself, I am so in love with this child. Emma, too. And, yes, Shelly. How could it have taken me so long to realize how beautiful, how perfect little girls are?

“Gramma,” called a pouting Emma, “Shelly’s not doing it as good as you do.”

“Now, you be polite to our guest, Emma,” Mabel said, frowning slightly. Shelley’s new to this, remember… she just needs practice.”

“Um… I’m not sure how to hold my mouth,” Shelly said, raising her head.

Mabel rose to her feet. “I think I know something that can help.” Padding into the bathroom, she soon emerged with her electric toothbrush. Turning it on and handing it to Shelly, she said, “Try touching her with this.” Shelly looked first at the toothbrush, then back at Mabel, puzzled. “The bristles on the brush. Touch them to her,” Mabel added.

Moving cautiously, Shelly grazed Emma’s smooth sex with the vibrating bristles. Emma gave a slight jump, crying, “Oooh!”

Shelly grinned, touching the toothbrush to Emma again. The reaction she got was so intense that  Shelly went a little crazy with the brush, moving it all over her friend’s pussy. Emma gritted her teeth, the girl’s hands opening and closing ast the sensations grew stronger and stronger. Finally, a long, loud moan escaped Emma’s lips, she trembled all over, then clumsily pushed Shelly’s hands away, pleading, “Stop! Stop!” Her eyes were wide open, and she gasped for breath.

“Wooow,” Shelly said, thoroughly impressed.

Once she got her strength back, Emma sat up and plucked the electric toothbrush from Shelly’s hands, “Now I’m gonna do that to you!” she exclaimed, her eyes ablaze with excitement.

“Wait,” Shelly said. Drawing close, she whispered something in Emma’s ear.

“Okay… yeah!” Emma replied with an eager nod. The girls both turned to Mabel, smiling mischievously as they drew closer to her.

***

As Jill came out of the bathroom and flipped out the light, a high-pitched yelp came from down the hall.

“Was that Gramma?” Linda asked.

“Yeah. I don’t even want to imagine what they’re doing to her. I think she bit off more than she can chew with those three.”

Linda was lying on her side, the blanket pulled up, leaving her face peeking out. Kneeling down so she was eye to eye with her little lover, Jill asked teasingly, “Are you naked under there?”

“Look and see,” Linda said, giggling with delight

Jill lifted the blanket and peered underneath. Sure enough, the girl was naked, her body curled up.

“Are you cold?” Jill asked quietly. Linda nodded. “Do you want me to keep you warm?” Linda nodded again, her smile getting bigger. Rising to her feet, Jill gazed into Linda’s bright, hopeful eyes as she undressed.

This was Jill’s favorite part of the day. Night had fallen, and she and Linda were on their own with nothing that needed doing, with plenty of time to make love. Once again, Jill mused about how much she adored this sweet, gentle child of ten.

Once she was naked, Jill crawled onto the bed and knelt before the little girl, offering up everything she had. Her breasts were dangling just above Linda’s face.

“So… what do you want?” Jill asked. Tonight, I’ll do anything for you. I”m yours to command, my love.”

Linda thought for a moment, then said, “Just lay here with me.”

Jill stretched out next to Linda, tugging the blanket over so that they were both covered. “That’s all you want?” Linda nodded as she stared at Jill’s voluptuous breasts.

Slowly moving closer, Linda gave one nipple a shy kiss, then buried her face in Jill’s cleavage, humming happily. Jill didn’t move, not wanting to interrupt her lover’s endearing little antics.

After a few moments, Linda looked up at the older girl “Would it be okay if I spank you?” she whispered. Surprised, Jill arched an eyebrow. “Not a hard spanking,” Linda quickly added. “Just a little one.”

Jill smiled. “I’d love for you to do that,” she replied. Whipping the blanket away, , then rolled over onto her belly, putting her ass on display as Linda got on her knees.

Jill looked back over her shoulder as Linda caressed her buttocks, then raised a hand and gave the right cheek a light slap.

“That didn’t hurt, did it?” Linda asked, a touch of concern in her voice.

“Of course not. Hit me harder.”

“Really? You really want me to?”

“Yeah,” Jill said, nodding her head. “Make me feel it.”

Linda raised her hand again, then brought it down, slapping Jill’s ass with a bit more force. “How’s that?”

“Keep doing it,” Jill encouraged her.

So Linda did just that, slapping the older girl’s rump harder and faster. Jill loved every moment of it. She twisted her head around to watch, relishing the view of this little girl spanking her.

“Okay, that’s enough,” Linda finally declared. Bending over, she placed little kisses all over her lover’s tingling buttocks, then rolled Jill over on her back. Jill let the girl move her, wondering what she intended to do next.

Once Linda had Jill’s body in place, she carefully straddled the girl so that her slit was resting against Jill’s thigh, then laid down on top of her older lover. Once in position, she began to hump Jill’s leg.

Jill reached up to caress Linda’s bare body as the young girl moved back and forth, an expression of pure joy on her face. Her thrusts became faster, Linda’s thigh was brushing against Jill’s pussy — not enough to get her off, but Jill didn’t mind. The look of ecstasy on Linda’s face was more than enough to get her juices flowing.

Suddenly, Linda stopped in mid-grind, her face frozen in a rictus of pure ecstasy while a low, guttural groan escaped her lips. That was enough to set Jill off, though she also reached down to stimulate her clit as she came, driving her ecstasy even higher.

The two rested in each other’s arms. Linda was on top, her cheek nestled against Jill’s breast. Jill heard her sigh in contentment. Jill closed her eyes, wrapping both arms around Linda, twining her fingers in the girl’s hair. She felt Linda’s lips brush her left nipple.

Already in the mood for more lovemaking, Jill trailed her hand down Linda’s back until she was cupping the incredible softness of the ten-year-old’s bottom. She slowly wrapped that hand around one cheek, her fingers gently probing into the crack of Linda’s ass. Withdrawing to bring a finger to her nose, she breathed in her young lover’s scent, then moistened the tip in her mouth before returning it to the pucker of Linda’s anus.

“Oh, Jill,” Linda whimpered. “I… I love you so much.”

“I love you too, babe,” Jill said, her lips barely touching the little girl’s ear. She gently pushed against Linda’s rosebud ever so slowly, so it wouldn’t hurt. She felt the sphincter muscles tighten around her finger. She waited, letting Linda get used to it before easing in a little further. Linda didn’t speak, just continued to burrow her face into Jill’s breasts.

Jill kept inching her finger into the girl’s rectum, going gradually deeper until it was buried inside up to the third knuckle. Grasping Linda’s right buttock with her free hand, she squeezed it, moving her finger around in little circles.

“Oh, God,” Linda moaned, her butt cheeks clenching Jill’s probing finger.

Kissing the top of Linda’s head, Jill whispered, “You are so beautiful. I wish you could see yourself through my eyes… then you’d know how completely in love I am.”

Linda looked up at Jill.“Your finger’s gonna stink,” she said, then burst into giggles.

“Oh, very romantic,” Jill retorted, pretending to scowl. “Y’know, you really do have to love someone to do this for them.” She worked her finger around in a circle, massaging the walls of Linda’s rectum.

A shiver raced through the little girl’s body. “Whoa,” she moaned, “I — I can feel that right down to my toes.” Her voice dropped to a whisper. “Mmmm, that’s really nice.”

“God, I love you so much,” Jill quietly said, leaning in close to kiss. Linda, who wrapped both arms around the older girl’s neck as their tongues met and tangled. Linda slid her left hand down to Jill’s waist and began to pull it in her direction.

Jill broke their kiss. “What are you doing?”

Gazing deep into her older lover’s eyes, Linda said, “I want you on top of me.”

“Why?” Jill carefully rolled over onto Linda.

“You’ll see. Now raise up a little bit.” Linda wasn’t looking at Jill anymore, but at her breasts. Perplexed as to what the girl wanted, Jill got up on her hands and knees. “No, no. That’s too much,” Linda protested. “Come back down some”

Jill had no idea what Linda was up to, but decided she didn’t care. Her eagerness was so adorable that it practically qualified as foreplay. Jill lowered herself a bit. “Okay… right there… now move forward a little bit…” As Jill inched forward, she realized what Linda wanted, once her breasts were dangling just above Linda’s lips. As Jill watched, The ten-year-old took hold of them with a firm grasp, rubbing the nipples all over her face.

Jill had to smile. Linda sure has a thing for tits, she told herself. The girl was breathing deeply, her excitement building as she brushed her mouth with the tips of Jill’s breasts, then took one into her mouth to suckle.

Jill closed her eyes as her heart began to race. God, she’s good at this. She tried to relax, letting Linda do what she wanted, but soon found it impossible to remain passive. The urge to make love to the child was simply too strong.

Raising herself up, Jill felt her breasts being pulled as Linda held onto both nipples. “Nooooo!” Linda cried, “I — I’m not done yet.”

“I have to taste you, lover. Let me turn around,” Jill said.

“But I want to play with your boobs,” Linda insisted. “I love them so much!”

“Just let me lick your pussy first, and I promise that then, you can have as much fun with my tits as you want.”

“For as long as I like?” a pouting Linda asked, mulling over Jill’s proposal.

“Well, we both have to get some sleep tonight, but… sure.”

“Okay, then,” Linda replied, releasing Jill’s nipples.

Jill raised herself up, then turned around so that she was on top of Linda in a sixty-nine position.

When Linda saw Jill’s pussy just above her face, she suddenly remembered what happened at the hotel a few weeks earlier, the way Jill had squirted all over the bed when she came. She’d done that a few times since then, too.

“Um… can we turn over, so I’ll be on top?” Linda hesitantly asked. “I d-don’t want you to, y’know, gush all over my face when you, um, come.”

“Sure, I guess,” Jill replied with a shrug. “But I’d love it if you ever did that to me.” She dismounted Linda and rolled onto her back, then Linda swung a leg over Jill and got on top of her.

Linda studied Jill’s pussy, then glanced over her shoulder at Jill, “D’ya want me to lick it, or stick my finger inside?”

“Whatever you want, babe… just make love to me.”

Linda reached out to trace the moist pink slit with a finger, then drew closer, extending her tongue to tease Jill’s clit. She licked it several times, then pressed her mouth into the older girl’s cunt, exploring it with bigger and deeper swipes of the tongue. When Jill had introduced her to the concept of oral sex, Linda had been grossed out at first. Why would anyone want to kiss another girl down there? But after going down on Jill a few times, she was learning to love the taste of pussy.

Spreading the labia open, Linda licked inside the vaginal cleft. What she lacked in skill, she made up in enthusiasm. Her licking would sometimes center on Jill’s clit, sometimes her cunt, and other times, the area around her vulva. The pleasure that Jill felt would build, then subside, then build again, then subside. Sure, the back-and-forth could be frustrating… but when her orgasm finally hit, it was like her birthday and the Fourth of July wrapped up together.

Suddenly remembering how much she’d wanted to taste her little lover,  Jill raised up, pressing her face into Linda’s tender bottom, inhaling the thick scent of the child’s anus. “Oh, Linda,” she whispered, kissing the inside of both cheeks before nuzzling into her crack.

She rimmed Linda for a while, then turned her attention to the girl’s pussy, kissing it several times before covering the smooth slit with her mouth. She stuck out her tongue, licking up and down before sliding it inwards, probing the warm, wet vagina, then trailed its way up to Linda’s tiny clit, which Jill took between her lips to suck.

“Ohhhh,” Linda moaned, raising her face from Jill’s dripping sex. Then she bent down again to continue her licking.

With Linda’s clitoris still between her lips, Jill placed a finger at the threshold of the young girl’s pussy and slowly pushed it inside. Back when they’d only just become lovers, Jill could only enter Linda up to the first knuckle, but now her whole finger entered with ease. Linda’s legs stiffened as her vagina was fully penetrated.

Jill began to work her finger in and out, fucking her ten-year-old lover while she kept nursing at Linda’s clit, tickling it with her tongue. The child’s moans became louder, more erratic. Her pelvis pushed against Jill’s mouth, relaxed, then pushed again, Then again, settling into a steady rhythm

She’s humping my finger!, Jill realized with delight. As Linda’s body quivered, she worked her hips forward and back,her breathing harsh and ragged. She was no longer licking Jill, who was too busy pleasuring her to care.

Jill felt Linda freeze in mid-thrust — then one, two, three, four violent jerks shook the girl’s body, a hoarse cry exploding from Linda’s mouth as Jill gulped down the sweet, warm honey flowing from her pussy. Even after the child’s orgasm had faded to a glow, Jill continued to suck from the smooth slit, not wanting to lose a drop.

Linda was completely spent, and Jill had to carefully roll her onto the bed, then turned around to stretch out next to her. The little girl’s eyes were closed, her chest was heaving as she lay there. Jill cradled Linda close, stroking her cheek and giving her tender kisses.

After a while, Linda’s  eyes drifted open, and she gave Jill a weary smile. “Wow…” she whispered, “That felt… sooo good.” Suddenly animated, the little girl sat up, took a deep breath, and declared, “Now it’s your turn!” With that, Linda swiveled around where she lay, burrowing between Jill’s thighs to pick up where she’d left off with her licking.

Jill gave a blissful sigh as she felt Linda’s tongue explore her slit, delighted by how skilled the girl had become at the art of oral sex. Better than any of the boys I’ve been with, that’s for sure.

“Ohhhhh God yessss,” Jill moaned, her fingers knotting into fists as Linda began to suckle her sensitive clit. She began to tremble, her body spasming as the sensations mounted inside. And with a rush of ecstasy that stole her breath away, Jill came.

When Linda felt warm liquid splashing on her chin, she quickly lifted her head so she wouldn’t get wet, but made sure to continue stimulating Jill’s clitoris with her fingers. She watched in awe as Jill squirted all over the bed at the peak of her orgasm.

As Jill rested, Linda frowned at the large wet spot on the bed between the older girl’s legs, then went into the bathroom and brought back a towel. Carefully spreading it over the damp patch, she then climbed into bed and snuggled up to Jill, resting a hand on her lover’s breasts. Jill wrapped both arms around Linda, cuddling her lovingly as they fell asleep.

***

The next morning, Jill was awakened by sunshine streaming in through the window. She looked down at Linda who was still asleep, curled up like a kitten. She gave the child a gentle kiss on the forehead, gently extricated herself from her embrace, and got out of bed. Slipping into a nightshirt, though not bothering with panties, she stepped outside, quietly closing the door behind. Going to the kitchen, she poured herself a bowl of cereal, topped it up with milk, then padded over to the couch, where she curled up in a woolen throw and began to eat.

A few minutes later, Mabel emerged from her room, dressed in a nightie and looking somewhat worse for wear. She yawned as she trudged into the kitchen and started the coffee machine. Once her cup was filled, she came over to join Jill, plopping down heavily on the couch. “I never should have given them that toothbrush,” she mumbled, then yawned again.

“Huh?”

“Never mind.” Mabel took a sip of coffee, then smiled wryly. “I’m too old for this.”

Jill chuckled. “You’re never too old for love, Gramma.”

“You’ve only got one little girl to satisfy, sweetheart. Last night, I had three to keep happy,” Mabel took another swallow from her cup, then shook her head. “It seemed like every fifteen minutes, one of them would be poking me, wanting to go at it again. They’ll probably sleep until noon.”

At that moment, a slight noise at the bedroom door caught their attention. A naked Shelly came shuffling out, her eyes half-closed, sporting a sleepy grin as she walked out of the bedroom and right into the wall opposite the door, bumping her head.

Jill giggled, then leaned closer to Mabel to murmur, “Good grief, Gramma… you must’ve fucked her silly!”

“Jill!” Mabel exclaimed, giving her granddaughter a stern look. She got up and went over to the girl, gently turning her around. “She had a long night is all.”

Guiding Shelly back to her bedroom, Mabel helped Shelly back into bed, whispering, “Go back to sleep, sweetie.” Emma and Madison were still sound asleep, lying half in, half out of the covers, their arms and legs akimbo. Pausing to admire their partially exposed bodies, Mabel gave each girl a kiss on the cheek, then quietly left, returning to the living room to join Jill on the sofa.

They watched the sunlight glistening over the field, gazing placidly through the patio window. “So, Gramma,” Jill said, “how are you feeling about things? Are you happy?”

“I am,” Mabel replied. She gave a blissful sigh. “I still can’t believe how much my life has changed.”

“It’s okay, Gramma,” said Jill, reaching out to take the older woman’s hand. “You’re just finding yourself… and it’s taking you to places you haven’t been before.” She laughed. “Believe me, I know!”

Mabel said, looking thoughtful. “Your life has changed, too — even more than mine. You lost everything, your family, friends, home.”

“I have a new family, friends and home,” Jill replied. “Those days I spent as part of high school royalty, they all seem so… so fake to me now. I thought I had everything, but I was empty inside. It took a scared little girl with no friends to show me where I’d gone wrong. A girl named Linda.” She smiled, giving herself a little hug. “Now she’s mine, and I’m hers, and yeah… I’m very happy.”

Mabel nodded. “It’s a good feeling,”

They fell silent, gazing out into the back yard, then glancing back as a sleepy-eyed Linda padded into the room, wearing her cotton nightie.

“G’morning,” said the little girl.

“Good morning, sweetheart,” called Mabel.

“Hey, babe,” Jill said with a grin. “Come over and sit with me.” She patted her lap.

Linda obediently clambered into Jill’s embrace, nestling into the older girl. “What are you two doing, anyhow?”

Jill thought for a moment, then softly answered. “Feeling satisfied.”

“Yes,” Mabel said with a nod. “That’s it, exactly. We’re feeling satisfied.”

“Hmmm. Sounds good,” said Linda.

They sat quietly together, watching the breeze gently stir the long grass.

The End

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Allie’s Visit

  • Posted on July 31, 2021 at 3:07 pm

Note: When I posted this as an Author Unknown entry, I’d completely forgotten that this story was already here in a different version… one that only ever appeared at the long-gone Sisters in Love site, called “Eros and Agape,” by Sarah. I’d polished that one up a bit before first making it public, but there was a version in my own collection that I’d reworked far more extensively, just for fun.

When reader Emet informed us that we had two copies of the same story, I was about to take mine down… but then decided that it was different enough to justify leaving it here.  So I’m taking the liberty of crediting myself with this rewrite/adaptation of Sarah’s original work, while giving her credit (and fervent thanks) for creating the superb plot line. You may like hers better, you might prefer mine. Up to you. Either way, thanks for reading.

 

By JetBoy

My sister Allison and I have always been close, even though there’s a five-year age difference between us. Allie was always mature for her age, so it never struck me as odd that I enjoyed hanging out with her when she was ten and I was starting high school. Even as I got older, she always seemed to be no more than a year or two behind me. I couldn’t compete with her in terms of sweetness, though. No one could.

At the time this story begins, I was attending a university in Georgetown, which happened to be about three thousand miles away from my family. Being on a seriously tight budget, I could only fly home once or twice a year at most, so Allie and I mostly kept in touch by phone and email. That was nice, but I really missed the time that my kid sister and I spent together.

By the time Allie was thirteen and about to start high school, I was living alone in an apartment just off campus and had just ended my first romantic relationship with a woman. It felt like the real thing for the first time in my life… but it turned out that Cathy played both sides of the fence, and she ended up throwing me over for a guy. I hadn’t exactly grown bitter or hopelessly disillusioned with love, but I wasn’t looking for anyone new, either.

I was feeling lonely, though, so when Allie told me she wanted to pay me a visit, I was thrilled. The only thing she’d asked Mom and Dad for the previous year’s Christmas was plane fare to my side of the country, and they’d given it to her. I scheduled a few days off from my classes, then started to work out a list of fun things Allie and I could do while she was here.

On the day of Allie’s arrival, I met her by the baggage carousel at the airport. When she came down the escalator and into view, my jaw dropped. My sweet, skinny kid sister had matured into one of the most beautiful girls I’d ever seen. Her thick, luxurious black hair was pulled back to keep it out of her face, and she was dressed simply in a white blouse and a faded pair of blue jeans, but she looked like a million dollars.

Allie saw me, broke into a huge grin, and in a heartbeat turned into the sweet, playful girl I loved so much.

Seconds later she was in my arms, filling my head with her sweet, familiar scent, and I said, “Omigod, sis… when did you get so beautiful?”

She just laughed. “Oh, c’mon… I’m not that pretty. Not like you.”

We made our way over to a bench, not very far from the carousel, where we spent the next twenty minutes getting caught up on everything while the rest of the passengers claimed their bags. Eventually we were the only ones left, and Allie’s two small suitcases were slowly circling the belt. I grabbed one, she got the other, and we hauled them to the bus stop.

A couple of hours later, after the sun had gone down, our bus reached the Georgetown station, and we took a cab to my apartment. Allie dozed off during the ride, so I took her bags inside, then returned to the taxi to wake my little sister up.

Giving me a sleepy smile, she said, “Are we home?”

“Home at last,” I replied. “Can you make it inside on your own steam, or do I have to carry you?”

“Don’t you worry about me… I’m a big girl,” Allie said.

With an enormous yawn, she climbed out of the cab, somehow managing to shamble to the door without my assistance while I paid and tipped the grinning taxi driver, then followed her indoors.

“Got anything to drink?” she said, spreading her arms wide before falling back into the embrace of my sofa.

I went into the kitchen and extracted an Italian Barolo from my modest wine rack, then poured a generous measure for each of us. When I returned she was stretched out, her eyes closed. I pushed her legs aside so I could sit down at the other end of the sofa, then handed her a glass.

“I knew there was a reason I came to visit,” she murmured, sitting up to drink. She emptied half the glass in a gulp, and then set it back down on the table. “Yum,” she said. “Thanks for that.”

“Don’t expect me to let you get hammered, though.” I laughed. “So… what do you want to do tonight?”

She laid back down. “Would you mind if we just stayed here? And watched a movie, maybe? Or you could watch something, and I could fall asleep with my head in your lap?”

“I’m fine with a movie,” I said. “But you haven’t slept in my lap since you were little, kiddo.”

Allie gave me those puppy-dog eyes of hers, a look that I never was able to say no to. “Oh, please, Sarah? I’ve been wanting to do that again for, omigosh, ages!” She smiled. “I swear, the nicest dreams I ever had in my life were on that old brown sofa, you holding me…” That last word turned into a long, drawn-out yawn.

“Okay, okay,” I replied, raising my hands in a gesture of surrender. “Hey, if you want to regress back to your elementary school years… who am I to argue?”

She found my hand, gave it a squeeze. “Thanks, Sarah. You’re the best big sister in the world!”

“And don’t you ever forget it, kiddo,” I replied in my best Bogart impersonation.

We chatted for a few more minutes, sharing hometown gossip while we finished our wine and enjoyed the cool of the evening. Finally, after a peek at my watch, I said, “Say, if we’re gonna watch a movie, we ought to get started. Take those bags to the bedroom and get into whatever you’ll be sleeping in tonight, while I find us something to watch.”

“Okay,” Allie said, got up, then paused. “Um… the bedroom, you said?”

“Down the hall,” I replied. “Second door on the right.” Picking up her bags, she left the room with a wink.

I turned on the TV and searched through what was on offer, looking for a good movie, preferably something old and in black and white. By the time Allie returned, dressed in a white cotton nightie, I’d settled on Notorious, a Hitchcock film with Cary Grant and Ingrid Bergman. We’d missed the first ten minutes, but I remembered the movie well enough.

“That nightie was too small for you a year ago,” I told Allie as she padded over to the sofa. “I can’t believe Dad lets you wear it around the house.”

“He doesn’t,” she admitted, then another yawn escaped her lips. “Sorry, I guess I’m kinda jet-lagged. Yeah, I know this is too small, but I’ve always loved wearing it.”

“We’ll buy you a new one while we’re here,” I said. “C’mon now, sit down! You’re blocking Cary Grant.”

She slid down onto the sofa and rested her head in my lap, facing the screen. Ingrid Bergman was drunk and behind the wheel of her car, doing her best to wipe the smug look off Cary’s face by driving too fast, swerving from one side of the road to another.

I quickly got absorbed in the film’s plot, so it took me longer than it should have done to notice that Allie had drifted off and was sound asleep. Well, that usually happened when we watched a movie like this. I began to gently stroke my little sister’s hair as she dozed, getting caught up once more in the Hitchcock thriller.

Only I ended up falling asleep, too. When I woke up, my fingers were still twined in Allie’s hair, but the TV screen was showing opening credits for another old movie, something with Joan Crawford. Allie was in the same position on the couch, except that she had turned her head away from the television so that she was facing my belly. She made a contented sound in her sleep when I started stroking her hair again.

Looking down at her, I saw that Allie’s too-small nightgown had ridden up to the very tops of her legs. Maybe because of the wine I’d had earlier, my neck and the top of my chest were starting to feel especially warm as I found myself studying my sister’s thighs.

God, she was beautiful. Out of nowhere, I had a sudden longing to put my hand on her thigh, to feel the soft skin beneath my fingers.

I shook my head to dispel this thought, and looked back up at the television. Joan Crawford was serving up breakfast to some actor whose name escaped me. I wasn’t especially interested, but kept watching.

A minute or two later I caught myself staring at Allie’s bare legs again. They were slightly parted, and as I watched she shifted her hips just a bit, trying to get comfortable in her sleep. I placed my hand on her back, just below the shoulder blades, and began to lightly massage her. She just relaxed even more, nestling into my lap like a kitten.

I continued to check out my sister, taking note of the gentle contours of her body, the way the small of her back met the curves of her ass, how her thighs seemed so soft and pliable despite the firmness of her muscles. Allie had ripened into womanhood while I’d been away, and the sight of her fascinated me.

Suddenly I was cautiously tugging on Allie’s nightgown, wanting to see more of her. I managed to pull it up high enough to expose a hint of her white panties. Her bottom was wonderfully shaped, and as much as I’d wanted to caress her thighs a moment ago, now I had an even more maddening desire to let my fingers glide over that luscious ass. And maybe, since I was already touching Allie down there, I could slip my hand inside those plain cotton underpants, feel her warm, bare skin, trace the cleft of her…

Jesus Christ! My face grew flushed as I realized that I was becoming sexually aroused by my own sister.

I’d come to the realization that I was gay a few months earlier when I got involved with Cathy, who worked in a record store downtown. I hadn’t yet come out to my family, though I planned to let Allie know the truth about me while she was there. Now the sight of my beautiful baby sister in her underwear was getting me all tingly.

I should have felt mortified, but I told myself it wasn’t really lust I was feeling. It was just that she looked so soft and beautiful, so inviting. But even as I tried to convince myself, I knew it was a lie.

Unable to resist, I pulled her nightgown even higher. I was rewarded a few seconds later by the sight of my sister’s bottom, lit faintly by the television’s glow. Her panties were thin and almost transparent, and they didn’t quite conceal the crease of her ass.

I had a sudden and graphic picture of a woman with her face buried between Allie’s legs, kissing her cunt. I wondered if my sister had ever fooled around with another girl, or if she fingered her pussy to fantasies of her cute friends.

I’d opened Pandora’s box, and now my mind was running wild, seeing Allie as a sexual creature for the first time. What did her pussy look like? Had she grown real pubes yet, or was there just angel-soft down adorning her vulva? I was getting wet, and it didn’t help that Allie’s head was resting on my groin, or that I could feel her warm breath caressing my belly.

Reaching for the remote, I switched off the TV, angry with myself for what I’d been thinking. How could I look at my baby sister like that? It was as if I’d become possessed by a perverted version of myself. I wanted to rouse Allie from her slumber and pack her off to bed, then fire up my laptop, seek out some hot girl/girl story and finger myself into a lather. Purge myself of these sick thoughts about my sister. But she was sleeping so peacefully that I was reluctant to wake her up… that’s what I told myself, anyhow.

Less than two minutes later, I was studying her lovely form again, those wicked notions elbowing their way into my mind again. Before even realizing I’d done it, I pulled Allie’s nightgown up again, this time far enough to see the long, smooth line of her back… and the adorable dimples she had where the curve of her bottom began.

Suddenly Allie shivered in her sleep, and I hastily pushed the nightgown back down.

She didn’t awaken, but that sudden surge of fear helped me recover the good sense I’d nearly lost. Time to turn in, I decided, and gave my sister a gentle nudge. She shifted, grimaced, and I bent to whisper, “Wakey wakey, Allie. Time for bed.”

“Mmmkay,” she said, promptly dozing off again.

I let her snooze for a little longer, then woke her up again. “Don’t fall back asleep,” I said, “or I’ll spank you.”

“You wouldn’t dare,” Allie mumbled, but this time, she managed to sit up. I helped her stand, and she put an arm around my shoulder as we trudged down the hallway and into my room. I deposited her on the bed, then said, “Goodnight, kiddo. The bathroom’s right next door. See you tomorrow.” I turned to leave.

“Wait, wait!” Allie cried, sitting up. “Aren’t we gonna share a bed?”

I blinked at this, suddenly feeling uneasy. “Is that what you want? I’d planned to let you stay in my room while I took the couch.”

She frowned. “Oh, don’t do that, Sarah! I want us to sleep together, like back when we were kids.”

“Sure, I guess,” I grinned, trying not to look as jittery as I felt “As long as you don’t kick me in your sleep like you used to do.”

“I’ll do my best. Feel free to kick me back.”

Five minutes later, I tucked her in and kissed her cheek. She was fast asleep by the time I turned off the light. I slipped quietly into the bathroom to take a quick shower.

Scrubbing myself, I thought about what had happened on the couch. What on earth had gotten into me? Still, it wasn’t as if I’d molested Allie in her sleep.

The whole idea seemed ridiculous, anyhow. Even if I could get past the incest taboo and the fact that she was only thirteen, what would Allie do if I actually made a move on her? Freak out, that’s what, I told myself.

As I rinsed the soap away, my hand had worked its way between my water-slicked thighs. Without noticing, I’d begun to trace idle circles around my clitoris. I closed my eyes, giving into the moment’s pleasure — but then began to picture Allie’s bottom, barely concealed by those worn-thin panties. I quickly jerked my hand away, feeling a sudden angry urge to punch the wall. I had to stop having these thoughts about my sister, damn it!

Climbing out of the shower, I dried myself, hung up the damp towel and quickly brushed my teeth, switching off the bathroom light as I padded into the bedroom. Light from the street was spilling through the room’s single window, so I didn’t need to turn on the bedside lamp. I walked over to the dresser to grab a fresh pair of panties and a T-shirt. Usually I slept in the nude, but since I had company…

I glanced toward the bed, coming to a dead halt as something caught my eye. Allie had not only kicked off most of her covers, she’d pulled off her nightgown and panties as well. She was stark naked, and one of the pillows was tucked between her thighs.

My heart was pounding, my hand frozen on the handle of the dresser. I’d pulled the drawer open, but then I slowly, deliberately pushed it shut. It doesn’t make sense to be modest, not if she’s going to sleep in the nude anyhow, I told myself, but I was lying again. I just wanted to be naked with her.

I went around to the other side of the bed and got in as quietly as I could manage. I curled up in a position that was almost identical to Allie’s, my back to her. I expected to lie awake for a long while, but surprised myself by dozing off almost immediately.

It was anything but a normal night’s sleep, though. One strange dream blended into the next, and each one had some kind of sexual aspect to it — the price I had to pay for not finishing myself off in the shower, I suppose. At one point, I found myself half-sitting, half-kneeling in the bed, then realized that I was sitting on someone’s face. Warm hands rested on my thighs, and a soft, lazy tongue was circling around and darting into the crack of my ass. I responded by lowering myself down to the unseen face beneath me. That lovely tongue bathed my anus, tickling and arousing me at the same time.

I finally thought to look down, and saw Allie’s body stretched out underneath mine. I gasped, but instead of moving away, pressed even harder against my baby sister’s face, letting her lick my rosebud…

My eyes snapped open, and in the sudden darkness I was gasping, shocked by the memory of incest with my thirteen-year-old sister. It shook me up something fierce. Then I felt Allie’s body, pressed against mine, her warm breath caressing the back of my neck. She had curled up against me, the way she used to when we were both little girls, only now I could feel her soft, budding breasts against my back. Allie must have  kicked away the pillow between her thighs, because she had one leg draped over my hip, an arm wrapped loosely around my midsection.

Still struggling with my lewd dream, I felt a mixture of excitement and guilt that was downright dizzying. The guilt soon faded, though, maybe because it seemed so unnecessary, so pointless in the dark.

Then a wicked impulse seized me, one I was powerless to refuse.

I pressed my ass back into Allie, the way I might have done with my ex-girlfriend whenever she spooned me. Then I very gingerly lifted my sister’s arm and moved it upward, finally letting it come to rest on my left breast, with one soft hand grazing the nipple.

Even though Allie was still dead to the world, the weight of her hand made my nipple harden and throb. Then after a few seconds she gave my breast a gentle squeeze, as if she was picking something up in her dream. I remained in that position for a good long while, her hand unconsciously cupping my breast, with my ass as close to my sister’s vulva as I could get it. It might have been my imagination, but I thought that I could feel a hint of Allie’s pubes — and that got me wondering again what she looked like down there.

Finally I couldn’t take it any longer. As delicately as I could, I untangled myself from Allie’s embrace, sat up against the headboard and began to masturbate. I tried not to move around too much, so as not to wake my sister — but it felt so good that I couldn’t keep still.

I began to feel reckless. What would happen if she did wake up? I wondered. She masturbated too, surely — I’d figured out how at the tender age of eleven, after all — so how offended could she be?

Then I saw Allie starting to awaken, and it only made me bolder.

I slid two fingers into my pussy, gasping as I opened myself up, then brushed my clit with a swipe of the thumb. I drew a circle around the swollen button, then another — and suddenly I was shaking, panting with pleasure.

Then I saw Allie sitting up, watching me.

At first I thought she was going to run out of the room, or gasp in shock at what I was doing… but then I saw the motion of her arm, a hand tucked between her thighs. Oh, my God — she was touching herself!

Allie was mostly in shadow, and she must have wanted me to see her face because she came forward, kneeling right in front of me on the bed, only inches away.

Drawing nearer, she placed a hand on my knee to steady herself, and my body reacted to her touch as if I’d been electrocuted. “Allie…” I whimpered, not knowing what to say, what to do. My pussy was throbbing, my clit felt as if it was on fire, and all I could think of was how lovely my sister smelled right then.

Suddenly she extended her arm, and then I felt cool, soft fingers pressing down on the hand I was using to massage my clit. She followed my movements, trying to feel what I was feeling, that other hand still busy between her thighs.

She was content to just feel me playing with myself at first, but suddenly she pushed my hand aside, and her fingertips brushed my juicy cunt. She whispered, “Let me, Sarah.”

I moaned, putting my hand on hers… and she began to explore, a finger gliding up and down the length of my slit.

“Touch me,” I moaned, lost in the moment. “Oh God… touch my pussy, Allie!”

I gasped as she penetrated my cunt, her face flushed with excitement — then I nearly swooned as she placed the other hand, wet from her own pussy, on my left breast. I was more turned on at this moment than I’d ever been. My whole body was sheathed in sweat, and I could smell our mixed arousal in the air.

“Oh, Sarah,” she whispered, “I love you.”

That was it. I was hit with what felt like three or four orgasms simultaneously — not one after the next, but all at once — and I bucked against Allie’s hand, my entire body shaking from head to toe as I cried out.

Then Allie knelt between my thighs, lowered her head and then — oh Christ — her mouth was on me, tasting my cunt, her hands clutching my hips.

“Oh God, Allie — yes.”

She moaned, and the vibrations echoed through my clit and through my body — then suddenly I was rolling us both over, turning her onto her back with her head still between my legs, until I was on top of her.

“Don’t stop, Allie,” I told her. “Don’t stop, don’t fucking stop!”

She needed no encouragement. I slid forward and backward on her face, making it easy for her to alternate between sucking my clit and drinking down the honey that was flowing from my cunt. I stayed on top of her that way, letting Allie love me with her beautiful mouth for what seemed like an eternity. It was as if a strange woman had taken over my body, and my younger sister was eating her pussy.

I had to taste her, too. I lifted myself and quickly spun around to face the other direction, still straddling Allie’s head. Before she could say a word or ask what I was doing, I lowered my pussy to her face again, and felt her hands spreading my ass cheeks.

Oh, God — was she going to…? She was. Her tongue found my anus, and I started moving my hips around in a slow, tight circle, letting her pleasure me, letting her do what she’d done to me in my dream.

“I love you, Allie,” I panted, looking down at her naked body stretched out beneath me. Her hand had found its way back to her pussy, and she was openly masturbating.

I lowered myself onto her body, pressing my breasts against her tummy. Then I opened my mouth and licked her, very slowly, from her navel to the top of her lightly-furred vulva, then down even farther, until my mouth was on her opening — and then I was doing it, going down on my thirteen-year-old sister.

Her scent drove me wild. I licked her wet pussy in an animal frenzy, feeding on her with a gentle but insistent fury. I wanted to drink every ounce of juice from her body, to devour her whole.

I flicked her clit with my tongue and she cried out, her whole body stiffening beneath mine. I closed my lips over the swollen nub and gently sucked, and she began to shudder with pleasure. I slid my hands under her ass and used one finger to play with her anus as I ate her, and Allie responded by doing the same thing to me.

Suddenly I felt, more than heard, Allie’s low-pitched, animal groan. She began to pump herself against my mouth like a rearing horse as she started to come. Her mouth feasted on my pussy as she lost herself in a frenzied orgasm, and I suddenly found my ecstasy rising to match hers.

My climax blinded me with its power, making every single nerve ending on my body ultra-sensitive, so that even the slightest touch from Allie anywhere was enough to trigger another exhausting wave. I was coming in her face, her hungry mouth taking it all — and I returned the favor with everything I had. Finally we both collapsed in a sweet, sticky heap of moist flesh.

We didn’t move for a long, long time. I thought Allie had fallen asleep, but then she startled me by getting up on her hands and knees on the bed. “Sarah,” she said, her voice hoarse and shaky.

“Allie,” I whispered back, touching her face in the semi-darkness.

“Please… fuck me.”

I gaped at her. “Fuck you?” My God, she was just a kid!

She nodded. “I’m not a virgin any more, and I — I want to feel you inside me, Sarah. Do it to me with your fingers, pretty please…?”

I didn’t speak. I didn’t move or even breathe. Then I sat up, bringing my face to within an inch of hers. We came together in a tender kiss… then her tongue slipped into my mouth and our kiss became hot and lustful. I palmed a soft breast with my left hand, feeling her nipple grow taut.

Finally I broke away and said, “Okay, Allie. But I’ve got something better than fingers.”

I climbed off the bed and went to the closet, then turned on the light so I could find the box hidden in the very back. Looking inside, I found what I needed — a strap-on dildo with adjustable heads. It was a present from Cathy, from back when we were still an item.

Taking the smallest head, which I’d never used before, I quickly fastened the harness around my hips, then turned off the closet light. As I turned and approached the bed, holding the cock in my fist, Allie purred with pleasure, then said, “Wait.” She was kneeling on the bed, facing me, her body backlit by the moon. Just seeing her silhouette made my nipples stiff.

“What is it?” I said

Her voice was tense with excitement when she said, “Turn on the light, Sarah. I want you to see me. I want you to look at me while we fuck… to see my face… to watch me come.”

My heart was pounding frantically. “Sounds good to me,” I breathed. I leaned over and fumbled with the lamp beside the bed, finally locating the switch — filling the room with soft, friendly light.

I turned back to Allie, now lying back on the bed, her arms down at her sides, covering nothing, her thighs open for me. Her face was sweaty and flushed, and her silken hair spilled onto the pillow like liquid gold. Her mouth was open a tiny bit, and she was gazing into my soul with those enchanting blue eyes.

Because I knew that Allie wanted me to look at her — really look at her — that’s what I did. I drank in the view of her ripening body, her flawless breasts and those visibly erect nipples. Her chest rose and fell with quick, shallow breaths, and I caught a glimpse of a single bead of sweat, watching it glide down from between her breasts, across her belly, only to dissipate as it approached her belly button.

Then I was staring between my sister’s legs, thrilling to the sight of her pussy. Her pubes were sparse, and matted with the liquid proof of arousal. I could smell her from where I stood.

I climbed on the bed, and Allie spread her legs even wider, which opened her cunt enough to reveal the rosy flesh inside. Her eyes never left mine. I slid forward on the bed, and she smiled, waiting for me to take her.

I guided the head of the cock to her slit, letting it rest for a moment against the opening, then slid it up and down, very slowly, and Allie’s hands closed on the bed sheets, clutching them in handfuls.

“Please,” she whispered. “Please, Sarah.”

I pushed forward, an inch of the strap-on disappearing inside my sister. She gasped, her mouth forming a perfect O. We were both ready to do this, to take our relationship into unexplored territory. Letting go of the dildo shaft, I put both hands down on either side of Allie’s body.

As I pressed forward, inching my way into her vagina, she started to shake. I felt a sudden pang of worry, concerned that it might be too thick for her, but Allie arched her back and said, “Do it, Sarah. Fuck me!”

With one smooth, steady stroke, I slid all the way into her. She cried out, but almost immediately started to thrust against me. She wrapped both legs around my hips, then her mouth found mine, and we were sharing a lover’s kiss. She broke away just long enough to cry out as I raised my hips and started working the cock in and out of her, then kissed me again.

I pressed my body against hers, trying to angle my thrusts so that both our clits were being stimulated by the contact. The kissing alone made me dizzy, and I loved how Allie used her strong legs to pull me into her with every stroke, enabling me to penetrate deeper. I felt her moan around my tongue as her body began to quiver.

Now my sister was bucking wildly against me, and I responded by fucking her more roughly than before, using shorter, faster strokes instead of the long and gentle rhythms I’d gone with at first. Her nails were digging into my back, and I felt her breasts pressing against my own. I pushed myself up on both arms, needed to see Allie’s face as I fucked her.

It was an incredible sight. She was a panting, sweaty goddess, her eyes burning with lust, pleasure and love. Especially love. For me. Her big sister. A rush of arousal coursed through me as I bathed in the light of those bright blue eyes.

That surge of warmth doubled itself as Allie took hold of my nipples, rolling them between her fingers and thumbs, her grip occasionally tightening when I entered her. I knew that I was probably fucking her too hard, but I couldn’t stop. I doubted that she wanted me to, anyhow.

“Almost there,” Allie panted. “D-don’t stop, Sarah, my God don’t stop…”

I dipped down to kiss her again, her tongue darted between my lips — and then I simply got lost in fucking my beautiful sister. Somehow we reversed positions — I wasn’t sure how, just that suddenly Allie was on top of me, her hair sweeping over my face as she pumped her hips up and down, taking every inch of my cock.

I brought her mouth down to mine, and we kissed yet again. I felt her tears fall on my face, but I knew that these were tears of joy; of love. Allie plunged her tongue deep into my mouth, her whole body trembling on top of mine, and I knew she was about to come. She was riding me hard and fast — but I wanted to show my sister another way to get off, one my ex had taught me.

Wrapping both arms around Allie, I brought her frantic motion to a halt and held her still, gently moving the cock around inside my sister’s vagina as if I was stirring with it. She went rigid, holding her breath for an instant, then wrenched away from our kiss, her hoarse scream breaking forth, filling the room.

Then I came myself, just seconds after Allie’s climax reached its peak. She slumped onto me, bathed in sweat, and I squeezed and clutched her body to mine as I rode it out, jolts of ecstasy shaking me like an angry child’s rag doll.

A long time later, after our tremors had subsided and we were both able to draw breath again, Allie lifted herself from me, groaning as the dildo left her cunt, then flopped down beside me. She didn’t move away, keeping her body nestled into mine. Then she started to giggle. I began to laugh, too, and I don’t think that either one of us knew why we were so amused.

“When I talk to Mom and Dad,” she said, her lips brushing my neck, “I’m going to tell them that you went all out to make this trip special for me.” Then we were both laughing again.

I wanted to talk with Allie, discuss what we’d just done… but I was wiped out and so was she. Instead, I switched the lamp off and settled into the damp sheets.

“I love you, Sarah,” she whispered, finding my hand, giving it a squeeze.

“Love you too, Allie,” I replied, squeezing back. We both soon fell asleep.

When I awakened the next morning, Allie had already risen and was in the kitchen, singing wordlessly to herself as she made us both breakfast. I hastily brushed my teeth, then joined her, and we ate together.

It turned out that Allie had been sexually intimate with her best friend Stacy for about half a year, and that she’d fantasized about me ever since deciding she was gay.

It’s been five years since that incredible night, and we still fuck whenever possible. And since we now share an apartment, that means nearly every evening. Oh, I very occasionally get it on with other women, but my sweet sister Allie is the love of my life.

The End

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Sweet Poppy, Chapter 5

  • Posted on July 25, 2021 at 2:35 pm

by Joe Dornish

I woke up buzzing with nervous anticipation. Tonight I would have real sex for the first time, and with my own mother! Lilly was excited about her sleepover, and Mum was in a great mood, too. My friend Mia, on the other hand, was quiet and withdrawn, and I was pretty sure why.

So after breakfast, I caught Mum alone and said, “Mia’s worried you’ll say something to her mother about us kissing last night.”

“Tell her not to worry, sweetheart. Goodness, you know I wouldn’t say anything. What you girls get up to in private is your own business.” She gave me a knowing smile. “Well done, by the way… she’s a lovely girl.”

I blushed a little, “Thanks. I told her that you wouldn’t say anything, but she’s still worried.”

Mum nodded. “Leave it to me. I’ll speak to her when I drop her home.”

“Thanks.”

When Mum left to take Lilly to her friend’s house and Mia to her home, I had a shower, then spent forever trying to pick out what I was going to wear. By the time Mum got back I’d worked myself up into a bit of a state, and my room looked like a war zone.

“Oh, dear. Can’t decide what to wear, eh?” she said, standing by the door.

Frustrated beyond belief, I clenched my hands into fists. “God, Mum… how can I have so many clothes, but not a single thing I want to wear? It’s ridiculous.”

Mum laughed at that. “Welcome to my world.”

“It’s not funny,” I pouted.

“Oh, trust me, I know how you feel. I’m about to go and have a tantrum in the wardrobe myself. Come on along, you — we’ll help each other decide what to wear.” That made me feel better.

The next hour was basically Mum and me running back and forth between each other’s bedrooms, trying on different outfits. It was a lot of fun, with Mum asking my opinion on her choices and taking notice of what I said. That made me feel very grown-up.

I eventually decided on a knee-length black skirt and a dark blue cashmere jumper with a v-neck that I borrowed from Mum. I didn’t wear a bra, and only a pair of plain white knickers. All my other underpants had twee designs on them like kids would wear. I need to go shopping for more adult underthings, I thought, kicking myself for not having thought of that before.

The weather was cold and windy, so I put on a pair of thick black tights and black leather ankle boots with big silver buckles. I tied my hair up in a bun and resisted the urge to go overboard with the make-up. In the end, all I used was a hint of mascara and pink lipstick.

Mum looked stunning. She wore a black A-line dress with a red rose pattern and pointy-toed black heels with ankle straps. My mother has a slim waist, nice hips and a medium-sized bust, and she filled the dress perfectly. She wore her hair down, the way I like it best. I didn’t get to see what Mum had on underneath — she told me it was a surprise, and I’d get to see everything later. Squeezing my thighs together, I sighed blissfully, already dreaming of what it would be like to strip my mummy naked.

It’s about half an hour in the car to the nearest town with a decent shopping centre. On our way to meet Kiki and Henri, Mum began to ask me about Mia. “So, the two of you are fooling around now, eh? How long has that been going on?”

“Last night was the first time,” I replied. “I never even knew she liked girls, not until then.”

I told Mum everything that Mia and I had done the night before, ending with, “…and then you came in… and, well, she kinda freaked out a little bit.”

Mum made a face. “Sweetie, I’m so sorry about that. From now on I’ll be sure to knock before I come in, okay?”

“You can come into my room whenever you like when it’s just me, Mum, I don’t mind. But if I’m with another girl in there, then yeah, you ought to knock first.”

“No problem, sweetie. So… do you think you and Mia will become an item?”

“You mean like a couple? I’m not sure… Guess I’ve got no idea if she really likes me that way, or she’s just, y’know, trying out kissing and stuff with me to see what it’s like. I’d like being girlfriends with her, as long as I can still do things with you, too.” I gave a little sigh. “Wish I knew how she feels about me.”

“Just be her friend for now, sweetie. Give her little signals so she’ll know you’re interested, but don’t push her, go at her pace.”

“What kind of little signals?”

“You can flirt a little bit, compliment her on what you like about her and things like that, then see how she reacts. Just go slow, that’s the key.”

“That sounds like the right idea, yeah. And Mum… I meant what I said. You can come into my room any time you like.” I made my voice sort of low and seductive, to make sure she got the message. I was already imagining her paying me a late-night visit in one of her sheer nighties.

“Thank you, I will,” she said and winked at me, making me go all hot and gooey inside.

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We met Kiki and Henri at an Italian restaurant in the mall we would be shopping in after lunch. The two beautiful blondes were recognisable from a distance as they stood outside waiting for us. Henri looked incredible in blue jeans so tight they could have been painted on. She also wore a black knit jumper and black leather ankle boots and finished off her outfit with a leather coat that came down to her knees.

Kiki, however, had chosen to wear the same black leather mini-skirt and heels she’d worn when I got to look at her under the table. I wondered if this time, she was wearing knickers. On top, she had a dark tan blouse and matching cotton jumper with a knee-length belted coat. Despite the chill in the air, the coat was open, displaying her bare legs to impressive effect. Mum was right about Kiki’s resemblance to her daughter, with slightly darker blonde hair but the same blue eyes and lightly tanned skin. She was simply stunning. When she said hello and hugged me I nearly melted, awed by the posh tone to her accent.

“My darling Poppy. Now, let me look at you.” she said after releasing me with a wide smile, “You’re simply divine,” was her final verdict when she’d finished looking me up and down. “Come on then, let’s eat, I’m half starved.” She took my hand in hers and we all went into the restaurant.

When the waiter came over to seat us Kiki said, “My girlfriends and I have a table booked for four. It’s under Cavendish-Brown.”

I loved her for saying ‘my girlfriends’. It made me feel like I was part of a very grown-up group. I’d known Kiki for two or three minutes and felt at ease with her already.

We were seated at a round table, with me placed between Mum and Henri and opposite Kiki. We ordered our meals and got our drinks, making small talk all the while, then Kiki studied my face closely. I was a bit confused for a moment, then she smiled and said, “Do I recognise those earrings and that necklace?”

I smiled back and replied, “Henri told me you bought these for me. Thank you so much, I absolutely adore them!”

“You look more ravishing in them than I’d ever imagined,” she cooed, enticing me with those big blue eyes. I felt my face get hot, and just grinned at her like a fool, unsure how else to react.

We chatted over a nice lunch and I got to know my new friends. I was getting to like Henri more and more, and by the time we left the restaurant, I felt like Kiki was my new best mate.

Afterwards we went into the mall, where Kiki told my mum, “Why don’t we split up? I’ll take Poppy with me and you can shop with Henri. It’ll give your daughter and me a chance to get better acquainted.”

“That’s fine with me… how about you, sweetie?” Mum asked.

“Yeah, I’d like that,”

Mum gave me a quick kiss and said, “Have fun,” then winked at me.

“Now then, where to first?” Kiki asked as we walked off, hand in hand.

I had a sudden, horrible thought. In my excitement at the chance to go shopping with Kiki, I never thought to ask Mum for any money.

“Erm, Kiki, can we go back and catch Mum?”

She looked worried, “Is everything okay, darling?”

“Yeah, it’s fine, it’s just — I never got any money off Mum, and if we’re going shopping…”

Kiki laughed at that. “Oh, sweetheart. Don’t you worry about money, today is on me. We’ll get what you need, and see if there’s anything else you like along the way.”

I was stunned. This woman barely knew me! “Are you sure?”

“Of course! Poppy, darling, you’ve no idea how much I’ve been dying to take you on a shopping spree. Come on, let’s max out my credit card!”

If she wanted to spoil me, then who was I to complain? She was true to her word too, buying me a bottle of perfume and a nice dark pink lipstick not ten minutes later. The bits I needed included tights and some new underwear, so we went to a boutique. There we picked two pairs of thick, warm tights and two sheer pairs, one in black and one tan. She picked up a pair for herself too.

Then she showed me a pair of stockings. “I want to get you these.”

“Are you sure?” I asked.

“We can put them back if you’d rather not.”

“No, no, I want them, I like them… I’ve just never worn stockings before.”

“They make you feel sexy. I’m sure you’ll love them.”

She picked out a pair of sheer black hold-ups and some tan ones, then when I asked for a fishnet pair as well she winked at me and said, “Good choice. I’ll want to see you in those.”

Just walking around with Kiki was an experience in itself, but here in the lingerie section, everything felt so much more erotic. I could feel my kitty aching and my knickers were getting damp. When we got to the underwear displays, we started with the stuff I needed for school — a few multi-packs of cute bikini briefs.

Kiki got a few matching underwear sets for herself, then said, “Fancy something a bit racier?” holding up a black lace thong.

I was utterly thrilled… and a little nervous. “Er, would that be okay, do you think?”

“Oh, I know it will.” With a wink, she dropped the black thong in the basket, swiftly followed by a white one. “Now, sweetie,” she said, “I’d love to buy you more undies, but I feel I should leave that pleasure for your mother.”

“Thanks, you bought me loads already. Honestly, I’m so pleased. Thank you, Kiki.” I knew what she was getting at about Mum. I hadn’t bought my first proper bra yet, and Kiki knew that my mum would want to be the one to help me with that. I’ve got bralettes and vest tops, but no real bras. Still waiting for my tits to grow in, actually.

“You are very welcome, my darling… but get used to it, I intend to spoil you rotten. Speaking of which, there’s a dress I saw last time I was in here. It wasn’t the thing for me, but I’ve got a feeling you’ll look a right stunner in it.”

Kiki led me through the shop, occasionally stopping to look at items that caught her eye. Suddenly, she came to a halt. “Ah, there it is,” she said, pointing to the dress. Plucking it from the rack, she held it up against me, nodding her approval. “Just as I suspected — it’s absolutely you. Every girl should have an LBN.”

“LBN?”

She smiled in a way that made me feel warm all over. “Little black number.”

It was a lovely figure-hugging, short black dress with a scooped neck and spaghetti straps, I fell in love with it straight away. It was meant for an adult of course — in fact, the one she Kiki had was a size ten, far too big for me. Kiki flicked through the rail and found the smallest size, a six, and held that one to me.

“Hmmm… well, it’s designed to hug the body, so it might just fit. Let’s have you try it on, just to be sure.”

We went to the fitting room, and I was surprised when Kiki came into the cubicle with me, suddenly aware that she would be watching me undress. I was nervous, but also incredibly excited.

Straight away, Kiki bagan to shrug out of her coat. “While we’re here. I’ll try on some of the lingerie I picked out.” She stepped out of her heels, nudging them aside with a flick of the foot.

Holy shit — was Kiki going to get naked in front of me? Excited didn’t begin to cover what I was feeling right then. Sure enough, she started undressing, and I just stood there staring at her like a complete idiot.

Kiki chuckled as she took her top off, amused by the sight of me doing my best not to stare. She said, “It’s okay, honey, you can look all you like,” then took her black lace bra off.

I felt a rush of heat, as if the temperature in the cubicle had suddenly shot up by twenty degrees. Kiki’s bare breasts were perfect, absolutely perfect, and I found myself aching to touch them. She unzipped her leather mini-skirt and let it drop to the floor. Now Kiki was standing before me in nothing but the smallest G-string I’d ever seen, a tiny triangle of see-through lace held together by shoelace-thin straps.

Turning her back to me so that I had an amazing view of her delicious bum, Kiki bent forward and slowly peeled her G-string off. I caught a glimpse of her pussy from behind, and the sight made me shiver. I was quite sure that my knickers were absolutely soaked.

“I’ll try these on first,” she said, holding up a peach and white bra and knicker set.

I stood rooted to the spot as Kiki tried on the different pieces that she’d selected, squeezing my thighs together in a hopeless attempt to ease the throbbing I felt down there. When Kiki was done, she seated herself on the little bench, now completely nude. She noticed me peeking between her legs, and opened them wider, winking at me just like Mum does.

Even though I’d seen it before, looking from beneath the kitchen table before we’d even met, I was still enchanted by the sight of her open cunt. Yeah, that was the word that popped into my head. Somehow I knew that “kitty” wouldn’t do.

“Now then, what are you going to try on first?” Kiki said, and I could tell how eager she was to see me naked.

“Um, I guess I can’t open up the stockings… but I’d like to try the thong on, and the dress.”

“Sounds good to me,” she said.

Taking a deep breath to steady my jangling nerves, I began to unbutton the cashmere jumper. When Kiki saw that I was bare-chested underneath, she made a sexy purring sound, then licked her lips. It was such a thrill, undressing in front of a beautiful woman who was openly eyeing me up as I stripped for her.

I removed my skirt, then slowly peeled off my tights. Wanting to tease Kiki the way she did to me, I turned my back to her so she could get a good look at my bum as I tugged my knickers down.

“Oh my, how beautiful,” Kiki whispered as I bent over in front of her.

Picking up the black thong, I carefully stepped into it, then wriggled the waistband upward until the crotch was nestled between my legs. It felt very weird — the bit up my bum was like getting a wedgie, and I found myself plucking at it, trying to adjust the fit.

Kiki laughed. “Don’t worry, love — you’ll soon get used to it. In fact, before long it’ll feel like you aren’t wearing anything at all.” Shaking her head in awe, she gave a wistful sigh. “Poppy, you look so sexy. I could just gobble you up!”

Turning to study myself in the mirror, I had to admit that the thong fit wonderfully. The front was pretty much see-through and I could clearly make out the top half of my pussy. But when I spun around for a glimpse of the back side…wow! My whole bum was exposed, except for the part of the thong that ran between my cheeks. Kiki was right — I did look sexy!

Suddenly, Kiki was at my side. “Let’s get the dress on then, shall we?”

She helped me into the dress. It clung tightly to my body, enough that you could even see the outline of my nipples, just as clear as can be. I’d never worn anything that showed my titties off like that. Maybe they were finally starting to grow in.

“Is it too short?” I asked. The dress barely covered my kitty, and I could already tell that there was no way I’d be able to bend over in public while wearing it.

“It’s perfect. Oh, Poppy, you’re ravishing. Turn around, let me see how your bum looks.” I did as asked.  “Hmmm, there’s a hint of a panty line with that thong… Sweetheart, would you indulge me?”

I turned to face her, unsure of what she wanted from me. Kiki saw my confusion and said, “I’d like to see what the dress looks like on you without underwear.” She knelt before me. “Here, lift it up.”

My heart beat a frantic tattoo as I raised the hem of the dress. Kiki reached out, hooked her thumbs in the waistband of the thong and gave it a gentle tug. Halfway down my legs, she had to bend forward to get it off completely, which had her face just inches away from my pussy.

Kiki seemed to pause there for a lot longer than she needed to. I was silently pleading with her to kiss me there, but it didn’t happen.

When I stepped out of the thong, she dropped it back in the basket. I pulled the dress back down, then turned to see Kiki nod. “There, that’s better.”

I glanced at myself in the mirror again — first head on, then peered over my shoulder to see how it looked from behind. The sight thrilled me. You could tell at a glance that I wasn’t wearing a stitch underneath the dress. “It’s lovely. I really like it.”

“You should. It fits you perfectly.”

“I’m a little bit worried that, um, people might see something if I bend over.”

“So long as it’s just us girls, I’m sure that would be okay,” she said, winking again.

I took the dress off and handed it to Kiki, letting her see me naked again. I wanted to get her all excited and hot… but then I saw the price tag, and all thoughts of seduction were forgotten. One hundred and ninety-five pounds!

“Oh my god, Kiki… that’s so expensive!” I cried, going into a panic.

She just laughed. “Don’t give it a second thought, darling. That dress looks so good on you that it would be a crime to leave it on the rail.”

From nowhere a wave of emotion overtook me, and I burst into tears.

“Oh, Poppy darling, what’s wrong?” Kiki opened her arms and I came close so we could hug, both of us still stark naked. I quickly calmed down, though, perhaps because it felt so lovely, her bare body pressed against mine. Holding me close, Kiki murmured, “There now, that’s better.” Lifting my face and gazing into my eyes, she said, “What was all that about?”

Impatient with myself for letting my emotions run away with me, I stammered, “I — I don’t know, I’m just so happy, I couldn’t help but cry! I can’t say thank you enough. Honestly, Kiki… you’ve made me so happy I could kiss you.”

As soon as the words left my lips, I blushed, thinking I’ve got to stop blurting out stuff like that.

Kiki wasn’t a bit fazed, though. “You can kiss me if you like,” she said.

“Can I?”

“Of course.”

I still felt a little awkward. “Um… I’m still sort of new to all this. Could you kiss me instead?”

“I’d love to,” she said, slowly drawing nearer.

I closed my eyes as Kiki’s soft lips met mine… then I felt myself melting in her arms.

It was a lover’s kiss, the way that Mum taught me, with our tongues. She was gentle and tender and oh, so romantic. I was so turned on right then that I wanted to scream out loud.

Finally she broke away, all smiles. “You’re a very good kisser, young lady. I look forward to doing that with you again, very soon.”

I went a bit bashful right then, but managed to say, “Thank you, I, um, I’d like to do it more, too. That was lovely.”

Her hand trailed down until she was touching my bum. “Poppy, I want you so desperately right now… but your mum should be the first to make love to you. That’s how we planned it, anyhow. You and I will have a lot of fun together, I promise you that — but not right now.” She stepped away from me. “Come… let’s get dressed and go pay for these things.”

I began to gather up my clothes. “Okay. Will we meet up with Mum and Henri after that?”

“Oh, we’re not finished yet, young lady!” Kiki replied with a grin. ”No shopping trip is complete without a new pair of shoes.”

Once we had paid for the clothes, Kiki took me to a shoe store. I suspect Kiki has a bit of a thing for shoes, actually — she bought three pairs and nearly went for a fourth. She got me a pair of Converse trainers, which I was over the moon about, then suggested that we look for some high heels. I’d only ever played dress up in Mum’s shoes, and never had a pair of my own.

I tried a few pairs on, but most of them were too big. Then we found a pair in one shop that fitted well, they were black patent with scalloped edges and a four-inch heel. I was a bit wobbly in them, but they looked marvelous on me and matched the little black dress perfectly.

I quickly realized that Kiki was the ideal shopping companion. She seemed to glide around with an elegant ease and charm that captivated me. I was more than a little taken with her, and the two hours we spent together seemed to fly by. We met back up with Mum and Henri and stopped for coffee, then left for Kiki’s house.

Mum hadn’t said anything to me about Kiki’s house, other than that it was in our village and very nice. I was expecting the usual cottage type thing that you get around Westerfield. My first clue that this was something altogether different came when we pulled up to a set of gates, where a Range Rover was parked just inside. In the distance was a very large, very beautiful house,  a magnificent mix of old and new.

Kiki would later tell me that the main house was a converted barn, with several new sections added after she bought it. The place was even bigger inside than it looked. While Mum and Kiki unloaded the cars, Henri gave me the grand tour.

The barn part of the house was one huge open living, dining and cooking space. Half the first floor had been removed, so the lounge, fireplace and TV area were exposed to the high ceilings and crisscrossing old beams that held the roof up. There was a spiral staircase up to what they called the mezzanine, an area largely open but for a sofa, two reclining chairs and a TV. Henri explained that they hardly used that bit, but it was a good place for reading and just chilling out. Back on the ground floor, past the lounge and under the mezzanine was a huge kitchen with an island and dining area that would comfortably seat a dozen people, more if required.

There was lots of exposed brickwork, an open fireplace and those gigantic overhead beams that gave the whole place a very country feel. But the furnishings, especially in the kitchen, were modern and sleek. The lighting was especially impressive. Henri had an electronic pad that controlled a mix of spotlights around the room and LED lights that changed to all manner of colours. You could use the pad to open and close the curtains and blinds. Best of all though, at the touch of a button, the fireplace burst into life.

Just off the main room was an office that Kiki used and another room they used for storage — the junk room, Henri called it. Two large French doors led to the garden, which was smaller than I expected, but still large by most standards and immaculately kept. Henri said that Kiki wasn’t one for gardening, so they have someone come round every now and then to maintain it. There was one door off the main room, near the entrance to the garden, that Henri said we’d come back to later.

To the left of the entrance hall were all the bedrooms and bathrooms. Grabbing some bags as we passed the front door, Henri showed me where we’d sleep. This part of the house was a single story extension to the barn and had a very modern feel with plush carpets and fancy lighting, quite a contrast to the country feel of the main room.

Mum was already in our bedroom, dropping some shopping off from the car. It was a lovely, all brilliant white with touches of silver and grey here and there. A large double bed dominated the room, and there was a good-sized dressing area and wardrobes. It also had an en suite shower room, very plushly done out in black and white. I’d never stayed in a room so luxurious before.

“What do you think?” Mum asked me.

“Oh… it’ll do, I suppose,” I said, Mum and Henri both burst out laughing.

The laughter drew Kiki into the room. “So, did we pass muster then?”

“I think she’s quite impressed.” said Mum.

“I am, I am,” I insisted. “This house is… it’s just totally awesome!”

“Thank you, sweetie,” Kiki said, then turned to her daughter. “Have you shown her…?”

“No, Mum. And she’s not seen our room yet, either.” Henri replied.

The ‘our room’ comment wasn’t lost on me. So Kiki and Henri share a bed, I think. The idea made my mind turn to sex, and a special warmth began to build in my tummy.

We were led down the hall, and Henri opened the door to another room, one I hadn’t seen yet.

“This is my bedroom,” she said, using her fingers to make quote marks. “It’s for show, yknow, if someone asks where I sleep.” Then Henri took us to the next door down. “But this is the room I share with Mum.”

They all smiled at my reaction as I stood gawping in the doorway. The room was at least three, maybe four times the size of Mum’s room at home. Like the other rooms in this part of the house, it was furnished in grey and silver with a touch of black here and there. The bed was the biggest I’ve ever seen and had at least a dozen cushions on it. There was a fireplace opposite the bed and a huge TV mounted on the wall above it. Next to the bed was a dressing area with a white two-seater sofa, and off to the left there was a plush bathroom suite complete with small jacuzzi.

“It’s… it’s like a little piece of heaven,” I said, walking around in a daze.

“I’m glad you like it,” said Kiki, “because this is your room for tonight.”

“Oh, no, Kiki — you don’t have to do that!” Mum protested.

Henri shook her head. “Heather, Mum and I have made our minds up. You and Poppy are staying in here tonight, and that’s that.”

“Are you sure? It feels wrong to me, turfing you out of your own bedroom,” Mum said to Kiki.

“Um, Mum?” I interrupted.

“Yes, sweetie.”

“If you talk us out of staying in this room tonight, I’ll have a massive tantrum. Just saying.”

They all laughed, then Kiki said, “Well, we wouldn’t want that.” She turned to the others, “Shall we show her the best bit, then?”

“What best bit?” I asked.

Henri led us back to the main room and through the door she’d mentioned earlier. It opened into a pool complex. The long oblong room was lined on three sides by glass walls with stunning views of the garden and the rolling English countryside beyond. Directly in front of us was a small bar and seating area with tables and chairs, next to a huge eight-person hot tub. Nearby was a row of six showers, all open to view. The middle of the room was taken up with a large swimming pool shaped like three overlapping circles. At the far end was a high tech gym. I had absolutely no idea what half the equipment in there was for.

I was venturing towards the hot tub when Henri said, “Watch this.”

Using the control pad she had earlier, Henri pressed a button and the lights dimmed. Faint uplights in the floor sprang to life at the same time as hundreds of tiny sparkling lights in the ceiling. Even the pool lit up.

“It’s a bit cold so I’ll show you this last bit quickly,” said Henri, pressing the pad again.

I jumped when the glass walls started slowly folding back on themselves, leaving the three sides of the pool complex open to the world. “They’re very safe. If you get too close, they stop moving,” said Kiki.

It was cold outside, so Henri closed them straight back up again. As they were folding back Kiki stepped closer and they all stopped moving, then when she moved away they carried on, just like she said.

“That’s amazing,” I mumbled.

With my grand tour over, we settled on stools around the island in the kitchen while Kiki prepared some things for dinner. We were having a rack of lamb, she told us. I wasn’t too sure what that was, but I like lamb so it sounded okay.

I wondered what Kiki did for a living to have such a nice house. I never heard her say anything about work or a job. For that matter, I didn’t really understand what my Mum did. I know she works in HR for a big company but that’s about it, I couldn’t tell you what she actually does.

Kiki got a bottle of white wine out of the fridge and poured a glass for her and Mum, then said, “Would you girls like a spritzer?”

“Yes, please,” said Henri.

The confusion on my face must have been obvious, “It’s white wine and soda water, sweetie,” Mum said. “Try one — I’m sure you’ll like it.”

Kiki half-filled two glasses with white wine, dropped in a few ice cubes and a slice of lemon in, topped it up with sparkling water and handed one apiece to Henri and me.

“To us girls,” she said, holding her glass up.

“To us girls,” we all joined in, clinking our glasses.

I took a small sip. It was cold and didn’t have much flavour, so I had a bigger sip.

“How’s your drink?” asked Kiki.

“It’s nice, thank you.” I got the taste with the second sip and liked it more than I thought I would.

“You can have one or two, sweetie, but no more.”

“Okay.” I was thrilled, I never thought I’d get a second glass. Mum sometimes lets us have a drop of champagne at Christmas or New Year, but otherwise I never drank alcohol. I got that very grown-up, ladylike feeling again as I sipped my spritzer, and we chatted away while watching Kiki fussing in the kitchen.

Soon it was time for the meal to begin. Kiki started us off with a platter of cured meats and salami with olives and cheese as an appetiser. We munched our way through that, and then sat down for the main course. Kiki is a great cook. The lamb was delicious, and for afters we had a lemon sorbet which I loved. Leaving the dishes, Kiki topped everyone’s drink up and we went and sat in the lounge under the beams of the old barn.

I was seated on a sofa with Mum, just opposite Kiki and Henri. There was a large fluffy white rug on the floor between the two sofas, just in front of the roaring fireplace.

“I’ve had some lovely times on that rug,” Mum said as we sat down.

I recall a few of those times, too,” Kiki said. “It’s funny — I spent less than a hundred quid on that rug, but I wouldn’t trade it for a handmade Persian.” She turned to me. “Just wait until you’re lying on it completely naked, Poppy… It feels so lovely against your bare skin.”

I wanted to ask Mum more about that experience, but was feeling a little unsettled. I could feel the moment I’d been waiting for fast approaching and was getting more nervous by the second.

For the past week, all I’d been able to think about was how much I wanted to fuck Mum. Now all kinds of fears and concerns were suddenly whirling around in my head. Would I be able to please Mum the way she liked? Would she still fancy me after we made love? What if I left her disappointed? I fought to banish these silly insecurities to the back of my mind, without success.

Kiki whispered something to Henri, who got up and said, “I’ll be back in a minute.” She exited the room.

I’d not said very much so far that evening, probably because I was so awed by everything — the money Kiki had spent on me, her incredible home, the knowledge of what I was about to do with Mum. But now, sitting by this cozy fire, slightly buzzed from that wine spritzer, I was able to relax a bit.

I remembered what Mum said about complimenting people, so in a break in the conversation I said to Kiki, “I like your skirt. Isn’t that the one you wore when, um, I was under the table?”

“Thank you! Yes, it’s the same skirt. It’s one of my favourites.” With a smile that warmed me from head to toe, she asked, “Did you like the view under the table?”

As she spoke those last words, Kiki uncrossed her legs and opened them. The short leather skirt rode up her thighs, exposing her cunt.

I felt Mum’s hand resting on my leg, then it began to slide up my inner thigh.

I decided to give Kiki a brave reply. Taking a deep breath, I tried to stifle my ever-growing nerves and said to her, “I liked the view very much, thank you. You have a beautiful pussy.”

“My word, you are a sexy little thing,” she said to me and winked at my mother, who tipped her glass in reply. Mum was slipping her other hand beneath my skirt.

Almost before I knew it was happening, she was touching me through the front of my knickers. She’d never done that to me before, and it made me dizzy with excitement. She was openly rubbing me in front of Kiki, and I can’t tell you how hot and wicked that made me feel.

Mum’s arm had pushed my skirt up a little, and Kiki was riveted by the sight. So I figured, In for a penny, in for a pound, and tugged it all the way up to give her a good look. When the white cotton of my knickers came into view, Kiki whispered, “Oh, God, yes.” Sliding a hand between her legs, she started rubbing her clit.

Then Henri came back, nodding at her mother as she sat down, and Kiki gave me and Mum a big smile. “I think it’s time, ladies,” she said.

Mum turned to me. “Shall we go to the bedroom, sweetie?”

“Yes, please,” I replied — still feeling nervous, but now I could see that my mother was, too. Somehow, that put me more at ease.

As Mum and I exited the room hand in hand, I could hear Henri say, “Aw, that’s so sweet.”

On to Chapter Six!

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Idol II, Part Four

  • Posted on July 20, 2021 at 2:26 pm

By No One

Leading the girls to her king-size bed, Shana sat on the edge, patting the spot at the center. “Why don’t you lie down here in the place of honor, Stacy?”

The girl did as instructed, stretching out in the middle of the bed, hands behind her head, wearing nothing but a big smile, Shana and Zoe kneeling on either side. Stacy clearly wanted to seem relaxed; instead, she practically quivered with anticipation.

Shana placed a hand on Stacy’s knee, then let the tips of her fingers trail slowly upward along the girl’s inner thigh. Watching closely, Zoe imitated the motion on the other leg.

Stacy was squirming by the time they reached the juncture of her thighs, where her sex glistened with the evidence of arousal. Shana was sorely tempted to go straight for that little treasure, but elected to take things a little more slowly. She sent her hand up further, over Stacy’s hip and onto her flat belly. Zoe followed Shana’s lead.

Stacy let out a whimper of protest.

“Not just yet,” Shana told her. “Patience, cutie.” She leaned forward to kiss Stacy, slipping her tongue into the girl’s mouth as she cupped one small breast, teasing the nipple with her palm to feel it stiffen.

“Mmmm,” Stacy moaned as they kissed.

Then it was Zoe’s turn to make out with her friend, while Shana occupied herself with caressing Stacy’s belly and chest. They switched roles like that a few times, then Shana took it to the next level—nuzzling Stacy’s neck, then kissing her way down to one of those cute budding breasts. Zoe followed suit, and they exchanged wicked grins as they licked at the girl’s stiff little nipples.

Hungry for more, Shana moved down further, trailing kisses over Stacy’s belly until her nose was an inch from the child’s pussy, still baby-smooth, yet open and dripping wet, all but begging to be touched.

“Spread your legs wider,” Shana told the girl, her eyes riveted to the rosy cleft. She felt a dizzying rush of lust as Stacy obeyed, watching the tender labia part. By then, Stacy had raised herself up on both elbows to watch with interest as Zoe joined Shana between her thighs.

Shana exchanged a knowing glance with Zoe, then both of them leaned forward to take a lick, their tongues gliding through the girl’s pussy lips to meet at her clit. They heard Stacy moan “Oh, God,” then the sound of her head falling back into the pillow.

Shana and Zoe began to explore the other girl’s sex—sometimes working in tandem, sometimes taking turns. Occasionally, they paused to kiss, until an urgent whine from Stacy brought them back to the task at hand. Though they were both giving pleasure to Stacy, it was also a moment of closeness and genuine affection between the two of them. For Shana, the sparkle of excitement in Zoe’s eyes was every bit as sweet as the taste of Stacy’s pussy.

While Zoe was busy licking her friend’s bud, Shana teased the entrance to Stacy’s vagina with the tip of her index finger. There didn’t seem to be much resistance. She caught herself wondering if she could fuck the girl.

“Stacy, have you ever had something inside you?” she asked. “All the way in, I mean.”

Panting for breath, Stacy lifted her head to stare at Shana. She blinked, struggling to process the question. “Um… just my fingers,” she replied after a moment.

“What?” Zoe said, looking up. “I thought you said you never did that.”

“Well, I kinda tried it… last week.” Stacy squirmed impatiently. “Hey, don’t stop!” Once Zoe had resumed her licking, Stacy continued haltingly, “I was just, um… Aaah! Well, y’know… p-playing with myself… and I just… mmmm… I just kinda poked inside by accident and, uh, I decided to, to keep going.”

“Did it hurt?” Zoe asked. She was clearly surprised by this turn of events, but had the presence of mind to go right back to eating Stacy.

“Not really. Was k-kinda weird at first but… mmmm… it ended up feeling pretty good!”

Shana had heard enough. Smiling to herself, she gently placed her middle finger against Stacy’s entrance, then eased her way inside. It was a snug fit, but amply lubricated, so she didn’t have any trouble penetrating the child’s vagina up to the first knuckle.

Stacy gasped. “Oh! Your finger is, um, b-bigger than mine.”

“Is this okay?” Shana asked.

“Yeah. Yeah, keep going.”

Too distracted to keep pleasuring her friend, Zoe gawked as Shana slowly worked her finger in and out, pushing a little deeper each time, until it was completely buried inside Stacy. Even Shana stared for a moment without moving. She had completely penetrated the tight cunt of an 11-year-old. The sight had her seething with renewed lust.

She began to fuck the little girl, moving very cautiously at first, then growing steadily bolder—withdrawing her finger, then pushing it back in, pressing against the g-spot with each stroke. Judging by her moans, Stacy was having one hell of a good time.

“How’s it feel?” Zoe asked Stacy.

“Mmmm, real good.”

“It’s even better if your clit’s getting licked at the same time,” Shana said, giving Zoe a meaningful look. Normally, she’d be more than willing to take care of that task herself, but suspected that Zoe would like to join in the fun.

“Oh, right!” Zoe grinned sheepishly, then set her tongue back to work, flicking the little bud with enthusiasm. Shana began thrusting a tad more vigorously, now that Stacy was getting used to it.

“Omigod!” Stacy wailed. Her hands clutched the bed cover in a white-knuckled grip, and her ecstatic cries grew louder and louder. It’s a good thing this suite isn’t next to any other rooms, Shana thought.

It only took about a minute of this treatment before Stacy couldn’t take any more. Her body began to convulse, her head lolled back, and her vagina gripped Shana’s finger so tightly that it was impossible for her to sustain the back-and-forth motion. So she curved her finger instead and tried to stimulate the girl’s G-spot as best she could.

Finally, Stacy clumsily pushed Zoe away, then went limp, gulping for breath, a final shudder racing through her frame as Shana gently withdrew from the girl’s pussy.

Shana sucked her finger clean, savoring the flavor, then crawled up to lie to the left of Stacy, Zoe flopping down on the right.

“Oh my God. That was amazing,” Stacy sighed, wrapping an arm apiece around Shana and Zoe, then drawing them both to her in a tight hug.

The three of them swapped kisses and caresses while Stacy recovered, then Zoe sat up to announce, “Now it’s my turn to lick your pussy, Shana! Been a loooong time since I got to do that.”

Pushing herself up, Shana leaned in to rub noses with Zoe. “Yes it has, baby,” she said before kissing the girl passionately.

“And it’s my turn to…” Stacy began excitedly, her energy fully renewed. She paused in mid-sentence, then continued in a more subdued tone, “Well, if it’s okay… I kinda want to try to sit over your face, like Zoe just did.”

Shana smiled. She’d never say no to a mouthful of little girl pussy. “Sure, sweetie. Okay, here’s what we’re gonna do.” She lay down on one side of the bed, parting her thighs. “Zoe, lie down this way,” she instructed, gesturing for Zoe to stretch out perpendicular to her. “Yeah, like that, now spread your legs. Stacy, you sit right here, lean forward and… Well, guess where your mouth’s gonna go.”

Giggling, Stacy straddled Shana’s head as indicated. “Yep, got it!” She burrowed between Zoe’s legs so that, after a little scooching around, each of them was within tongue’s reach of a tasty pussy.

Stacy and Zoe were amused by this odd new position at first, but soon they were all eagerly licking one another. Before long, muffled moans and wet noises filled the room.

Zoe was doing a spectacular job on Shana’s cunt. The girl had gotten a lot more experience at lovemaking lately, and it certainly showed. Shana felt a pang of regret, wishing she’d been the one to give Zoe all the practice a little girl might want, to be her teacher and lover. Sadly, that just wasn’t in the cards.

Special as Zoe was to her, it didn’t mean that Shana didn’t enjoy pleasuring Stacy, sampling her intimate flavor, subtly different from Zoe’s, and making the girl moan more and more urgently with each swipe of the tongue.

In fact, despite having just had an orgasm not too long ago, Stacy was the first to come again, the horny little thing. Zoe was a close second, though. She groaned loudly into Shana’s pussy, pushing her very close to the edge as well, but ultimately Zoe lost her focus before that happened, her head rolling back to rest on Shana’s thigh as her body shook, caught up in the grip of ecstasy.

Stacy rolled away from Shana and onto her back lying there with a big, contented smile on her lips. Shana reached out to caress Zoe’s cheek.

“Oh,” Zoe murmured, her eyes fluttering open. She gave her head a quick shake, as if to clear it. “Sorry. I think I was in the middle of something. Um, where was I…?” She leisurely ran her fingers through the folds of Shana’s pussy, paused to toy with her clit, then slipped one digit inside.

“Mmmm, that’s nice, baby,” Shana said. Zoe’s movements were slow, no doubt because the girl was still a little sluggish from the orgasm, but that probing finger was getting Shana right back to where she needed to be in a hurry.

Zoe sat up, studied Shana thoughtfully for a moment, then flashed a mischievous little smile. Glancing over to Stacy, she said, “Hey, watch this.”

A second finger penetrated Shana, then a third, then all four.

Oh God, she’s gonna… “Z-Zoe! I—”

Shana’s words were interrupted by a loud gasp as the widest part of the girl’s hand forced its way past the entrance of her stretched vagina. Her body was flooded with intense pleasure mixed with a little pain as Zoe’s small hand pushed deeper and deeper until, with a sudden lurch, she was up to her wrist inside Shana.

“God!” Shana exclaimed, once she could breathe again. “Babe, a little warning next time!”

Stacy stared with bulging eyes, her mouth agape. “Holy… crap…”

Zoe froze for a moment. “Um, sorry,” she said hesitantly. “Is it—”

“Well, don’t stop now,” Shana quickly added, already feeling the wave of a huge climax swelling, just starting to crest.

“Okay!” Now grinning, Zoe began a gentle back-and-forth rhythm that was quickly turning Shana into a very hot mess.

I’m getting fist-fucked by a 10-year-old! her mind screamed. And another little girl is watching us! “God! Oh… oh, FUCK!”

It only took a few seconds before her back arched and she was coming, howling wordless cries of pure pleasure. It was an orgasm more powerful than she could have possibly imagined, and it just went on and on until Shana wasn’t sure if it was one long climax or a series of shorter ones in rapid succession.

Finally, her body flopped down on the bed, limp, sweaty and completely spent. Shana couldn’t form anything close to a coherent thought for a long while as she lay there struggling to catch her breath.

Shana was dimly aware of Zoe carefully withdrawing her hand, then her eyes drifted open to see the girl blissfully cleaning herself, sucking each finger in turn, then finishing up with some tissues. The sight made Shana smile.

Then Zoe was back, snuggling into her arms. “So? That was good?”

Shana gave a weak chuckle, shaking her head. “My God,” she said simply.

Giggling, Zoe rested her head on Shana’s chest.

“I… didn’t think you could even do something like that,” Stacy said, now seated on Shana’s left.

Shana wrapped an arm around the girl, letting it rest on her tight little ass. “Don’t try it until you’re quite a bit older,” Shana warned.

Stacy laughed. “That’s for sure.”

“Well, I don’t know about you guys, but I’m parched,” Shana announced, pausing to clear her throat. “Want some water?”

The girls agreed, then they laughed when Shana got up to find herself walking a bit unsteadily. Leaning against a wall to brace herself, Shana turned back to give them a look. “Hey, you guys did this to me, okay?”

Zoe just grinned. Shana relished the sight of the girl sitting on the bed, naked and sublime, quite pleased with what a dirty little thing she’d been, yet somehow managing to look completely innocent at the same time.

God, she’s everything I want in a lover, Shana thought.

She managed to make her way to the kitchen and grabbed three of the complimentary bottles of water from the fridge. As she opened hers and gulped it down, she reflected on how much Zoe had changed since they’d first met.

And whose fault is that? she asked herself. Shana had to wonder if the chaste,  naive Zoe of a year ago would ever have ended up in bed with Stacy, were it not for her influence. Was it a good thing or a bad thing to have hastened her sexual development like that?

That was a question for another time. For now, pondering her experiences with Zoe was already making her horny again, despite all the dream-come-true sex they’d just had.

Padding back to the bedroom, she paused in the doorway. Zoe was now lying on her back on the bed, with Stacy to one side but half on top of her. The girls were speaking in hushed tones, occasionally giggling. Stacy leaned in for a tender, loving kiss, then they smiled at each other.

It was sweet, beautiful, and sexy. And yet Shana felt a stab in her belly. From the way they looked at each other, it was clear that Zoe and Stacy were developing feelings that went beyond simply fooling around. Nothing wrong with that. Two precocious girls finding each other, beginning a relationship, perhaps even falling in love. It should be a beautiful thing.

But Shana couldn’t keep herself from experiencing that sharp pang of jealousy. She was the one who wanted Zoe, more than anything. It was unreasonable, she knew that much. There was no way they could have an actual relationship. It was best for Zoe to find a lover her own age. Shana had fought to make\ peace with that idea, but watching the girls kiss now was causing a lot of envy and resentment to bubble up to the surface.

Of course, just a short while ago, watching them make out had only inflamed her desire, but now that her brain was less preoccupied with thoughts of sex…

Well, that was the solution, wasn’t it? She just needed to drown out her jealousy with lust—and there was certainly enough young flesh on display to fuel her desire all over again.

Shana made her way to the bed, handing a bottle of water to each girl. “Here you go.”

“Thanks,” Stacy said, sitting up to drink. “I still can’t believe we did all that with… y’know, with you.”

Shana smiled. “It was pretty special for me, too, sweetie,” she said, sitting behind the kid. She began to caress Stacy’s back, from her shoulder blades to her ass, purposefully focusing on the girl who wasn’t the object of her deepest affections. Soon, she brought one hand around to cup a budding breast. “Are we actually done, though?” she added, her lips grazing Stacy’s ear.

The girl turned her head to flash a wicked grin, all traces of her previous shyness now gone. “I didn’t say that!” She gave Shana a kiss which soon grew passionate, their tongues meeting in a lewd dance.

Shana fondled Stacy’s lovely little tits as they kissed, her hunger steadily growing. In no mood to take things slowly, she went straight for the child’s cunt, only to find it dripping with nectar. What a dirty little girl.

For her part, Zoe had raised herself up onto the pillows to drink her water, and was now watching them with interest. She didn’t betray even a hint of jealousy as she clearly enjoyed the view of Shana rubbing her friend’s pussy. Wish I could be more like that, Shana thought.

By and large, though, the distraction was working. Shana’s busy fingers were coated in a child’s honey, Stacy’s moans caressing her ear, the girl’s warm body nestled into hers. Then when she saw Zoe slip a hand between her own legs, her lust went into overdrive.

“Let’s get Zoe into this, okay?” Shana whispered. “I wanna show you guys something really hot.”

“Mmmm,” Stacy replied, eyes closed, though it was unclear whether she was even responding to the question.

Shana helped the girl up onto her knees, then guided her forward until she was straddling one of Zoe’s legs. “Yeah, now how about this? Zoe, give me your left foot,” she said, extending a hand.

Zoe looked puzzled but obeyed, raising her free foot so that Shana could take it in hand.

“Good. Now, this goes here,” Shana said, resting Zoe’s ankle on Stacy’s shoulder. “And you, move down a bit.” She pushed against Stacy’s lower back, moving her between Zoe’s spread legs until their pussies were pressed together.

Stacy let out a groan and, without needing to be told what to do next, began rolling her hips in rhythm, grinding against her friend’s sex. Zoe looked amused at first, but Stacy’s movements soon had the intended effect and she began to moan as well.

“Yeah, just like that,” Shana said huskily. She kissed Stacy’s neck, licked her earlobe. “You’re a natural. Ever done this before?”

“Uh, kinda. Me and Stel, um, my friend from before, we used to d-do stuff like this, sometimes. Not exactly like this, but… yeah!” Stacy said, her explanation peppered with grunts of exertion.

“Mmmm. Naughty girls.” Peering over Stacy’s shoulder, Shana slipped a hand between her own legs, sliding two fingers into her throbbing vagina. As she masturbated, it struck her what a crazy thing lust was. One minute, she was upset by the sight of the girls kissing. The next, she had to fuck herself while watching Zoe and Stacy rub their cunts together.

But her libido had taken over, so now she craved the lewd cries from these two kids, the obscene wet sounds from their pussies, the sight of their young bodies writhing in a hot, sweaty tangle.

Shana cupped Stacy’s ass with her right hand, giving her little nudges to encourage her thrusts against Zoe. She kept the other hand busy between her legs, plunging two fingers into her wet vagina again and again with increasing urgency.

The girls were panting now, their bare bodies slick with sweat. Zoe’s mouth hung slack, a groan escaping each time Stacy rolled her hips forward. She stared down at the juncture of their bodies, as if unable to believe where all this pleasure was coming from. Hair plastered on her forehead, features twisted by ecstasy, she looked radiant. The most beautiful girl in the world.

Suddenly, Shana’s fierce need for Zoe kicked in again. She wanted to be the one who made her young lover come. Withdrawing from her vagina, she seized Stacy, gently pulling the girl away from Zoe. “Alright, enough of that.”

There was a two-girl chorus of frustrated cries.

“Why’d you do that? I was so close,” Stacy protested.

“Let me take care of you,” Shana said, reaching down to explore the child’s sex. Already slick with her own juices, Shana’s finger slid right in. There was a surprised cry that trailed off into an appreciative moan as Shana began thrusting into Stacy’s tight little pussy, using her other hand to rub the girl’s clit.

Stacy had indeed been close. After less than a minute, her body stiffened and she leaned back into Shana’s arms, wailing loudly as an orgasm rocked her.

All the while, Shana gazed into Zoe’s eyes. As soon as Stacy quieted, she gently laid the girl down, then crawled over to the one true object of her desire. “Your turn, baby.”

Zoe looked a little nervous. “Are you gonna do that to me? Go, um, all the way in?”

Yes, I’m going to fuck you, my love, Shana wanted to say, but instead chose to go with, “Do you want me to?”

Zoe hesitated a moment, then nodded. “Um, I think I wanna try, yeah.”

All smiles, Shana leaned forward to kiss Zoe while she trailed her fingers up the girl’s inner thigh. “Just relax, don’t worry,” she said, pausing to lightly stroke Zoe’s sex. “You’re wet enough for it to slip right in.”

Moving with the utmost caution, Shana prodded Zoe’s entrance with her middle finger. The hymen was quite tight, but slowly stretched to admit the intruding digit.

“You okay?” Shana asked once her first knuckle was inside.

“Um, I think so. It kinda stings a little bit, but not too bad.”

Nodding, Shana pushed a little further, withdrew, then pressed forward again, letting Zoe get used to the feeling of penetration. “How’s this?”

Zoe gave a hesitant nod. “Yeah… starting to feel kinda nice.”

Shana smiled down at the girl. She was now up to her second knuckle inside Zoe. Curling her finger upwards, she found the most sensitive point, then gave it a gentle prod. Zoe let out a sharp gasp. “Mmmm, yes, that’s the magic spot, isn’t it?”

“Y-yeah!” Zoe stammered.

Shana crouched down and lowered her mouth to Zoe’s sex, licking the girl’s clit while massaging her g-spot.

A sharp jolt shook Zoe’s slender frame. “Oh, oh, oh! Oh, Shana!”

Excited and encouraged by Zoe’s response, Shana pushed a little deeper until her whole finger was buried inside the child. She was deflowering this sweet little girl, giving Zoe her very first fuck. Shana’s excitement was at a fever pitch. God, I could make myself come just from doing this!

It was Zoe who came, though. Her little body arched up from the bed, and her vagina gripped Shana’s finger like a vise. Her heedless shriek of ecstasy made Shana redouble her efforts on Zoe’s clit, pushing the girl to even greater bliss.

Finally, Zoe crumpled to the bed. She weakly pushed Shana away, shaking her head. Shana sat up, carefully extracting her finger from the child. There was a tiny bit of blood on it, but Zoe seemed none the worse for wear, at least judging by the sleepy smile she wore.

Stacy rolled onto her tummy, still dazed from her own climax, and draped an arm over her friend. Zoe’s eyes were closed, her chest rising and falling quickly as she regained her breath. It didn’t appear that Shana would be getting a helping hand with her own release—not any time soon, at least.

Time to take matters into her own hands. She knew it wouldn’t take much to work up the big finish she craved. She shoved the finger that she’d used to fuck Zoe into her own cunt, mixing their juices and the blood from Zoe’s first penetration. That thought alone was nearly enough to get her off.

As Shana masturbated, her eyes roamed over the girls’ sublime naked bodies, exhausted from an afternoon of forbidden sex. It only took a dozen thrusts or so before she succumbed to a powerful orgasm.

Her head spinning, she crawled over to flop down by Zoe’s side, snuggling into the girl and nuzzling her sweet-smelling hair.

“Mmmm,” Zoe purred sleepily, apparently quite happy with her new experience.

Most of the time, it was difficult for Shana to think rationally around Zoe; to center her mind on anything other than holding this amazing little girl in her arms, making love to her, simply basking in her presence. But after an orgasm—or a few of them—her mind could regain some semblance of clarity. And with that came the guilt.

She had just taken Zoe’s virginity. In a strict physical sense, at least. After all, she’d already taken it in the more abstract sense as well. And beyond the sheer excitement of the act, Shana had to ask herself what she was doing to the girl.

Zoe clearly loved the sex, but still. At her tender age, she almost certainly wouldn’t have experienced anything like that if she hadn’t been seduced by Shana. Though everything was wonderful and perfect when they were together, Shana did worry in her more lucid moments about how she was shaping Zoe’s life.

By most standards—and certainly by society’s norms—it would have been better to let Zoe make these discoveries by herself, in her own time. Maybe Stacy would still have enticed her into bed, but the idea of two little girls experimenting together seemed much more acceptable.

In fact, it really was a good thing that Zoe had found a like-minded friend—perhaps even a lover. Petty jealousy aside, Shana wished them the best. Maybe a relationship with a girl her own age was just what Zoe needed. If Shana was a better person, she’d cut ties with Zoe and let her live her own life. Hell, if I was a better person, I’d never have started any of this in the first place.

But that wasn’t going to happen. There was no way she had the willpower. Even if she tried, Shana knew that as soon as Zoe sent her a flirty message, she’d be at the girl’s feet once again. She couldn’t bear to stay away from this child she’d become so infatuated with. No, the child I fell in love with, she had to admit to herself.

Shana had lusted for this day, beside herself at the prospect of getting two little girls into bed—and certainly, she wasn’t complaining about the amazing sex they’d just enjoyed—but in the end, it had only made her realize just how deep her feelings for Zoe ran.

If only there was a way to have a real relationship with her, it would feel less like she was toying with Zoe’s affections. But it just couldn’t happen—no way, no how. Shana gave a heavy sigh. She had all the money she could possibly want, but it couldn’t get her what she desired most of all.

There were no easy answers. Then again, she hadn’t thought things through up to this point… so why start now? Best to simply enjoy the moment. Pushing the uncomfortable ideas away—as she always did—Shana wrapped her arms tighter around Zoe, breathing in the child’s pleasant scent.

The girls seemed to be dozing off, and a nap did sound pretty good right then, so she closed her eyes to join them. Maybe when they all woke up, she’d show them what fun could be had in that enormous shower, if there was enough time…

The End

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Greenfield Tales, Chapter 11

  • Posted on July 16, 2021 at 2:36 pm

To recap this story’s plot, please check out the Chapter Links. For helpful information about the main characters, please consult The Girls and Women of Greenfield Tales.

By JB West

A Night of Firsts

As Kim and Katie embraced, Cassidy watched them carefully, feeling a dizzying mixture of love, wonder, excitement, and, yes, desire that radiated from mother and daughter. Opening her mind further, Cassidy could also sense similar feelings from Deena, Rachel, and Emily. The very air seemed to crackle with sexual heat, fueling Cassidy’s own lust past the point of rational thought. She wanted to act the slut, to strip naked and offer herself up to all these beautiful women and girls, to beg them to take her however they desired.

Instead, Cassidy held her lust in check and looked around the room. Rachel was still lightly masturbating herself through the flimsy material of her thong, the woman’s own desires all but written on her gorgeous face. Emily was standing in place, gently rocking to and fro as she watched her aunt and cousin in their half-naked embrace.

Cassidy had sensed Emily’s arousal once before, on that magical night when the girl had watched the women making love, but she was astonished by how much stronger that feeling had grown since then. No doubt about it, this little girl was ready to take the next step.

Shifting her attention to Deena, Cassidy smiled to see her lover gently massaging herself through her panties, just like Rachel was. Her face was a mask of pure lust and her emotions were crashing into Cassidy like an unceasing tide against a rocky coastline. Just then, Deena turned her head and the two women exchanged a long, heated stare that said everything they were thinking without the need for words.

As Kim and Katie broke their embrace, slowly drawing apart, Cassidy cleared her throat, gaining the attention of the room. “I think it might be time to kick things up a notch, she said,” nodding in the direction of the girls. She looked from Kim to Rachel. “Would you like to start…?”

“I think so, yes,” Rachel replied, taking the initiative. “Let’s do this.”

Without a word, the women seated themselves in a semicircle, facing Katie and Emily. The two little girls were practically mesmerized by the collective beauty of these four women, all in their underthings, though also a bit uncertain about what was happening… and why all the grownups were looking at them with such strange expressions on their faces.

After a moment’s silence, Rachel patted the floor in front of her. “Take a seat, girls… we need to have a little chat with you.” Emily and Katie quickly sat down in front of the women, eager to find out where the evening was headed next.

“I know you both were hoping to play some fun party games or maybe watch a movie…but that’s not going to happen tonight,” Rachel continued, a more serious tone creeping into her voice. The girls exchanged a worried look, each suddenly feeling crestfallen and nervous, wondering if they were in trouble — and if so, what it was they’d done wrong.

Noticing their distressed expressions, Kim was quick to interject. “Don’t worry, you two. You’re not in trouble.”

“Just the opposite, in fact,” Rachel said. “You see, there’s a special reason why we invited Cassidy and Deena to this sleepover. We wanted to give each of you the chance to spend more time with your new friends, of course… but Kim and I also wanted — well, we wanted to make love to them again.”

Katie looked at her mother and Kim nodded her agreement. “It’s true, sweetie,” she murmured. “Auntie Rachel and I had a wonderful time with Cassidy and Deena the other night… and we really want to enjoy more of those good feelings.”

The girls exchanged another look, this time one of bewilderment, then turned back to Kim, who was intently watching their reactions with eyes clouded by lust. Katie instantly felt a swarm of butterflies in her little tummy and Emily started to squirm a bit where she was seated.

“When Cassidy told us how you’d been watching us that night, Emily… and the way it made you feel,” Rachel said to her daughter, holding the young girl’s gaze, “we decided that you and Katie were old enough to learn more about these things.”

“So tonight…if you’d like,” Kim continued, catching Katie’s eye, “we’d like to include the two of you when we all make love.”

Both girls were dumbstruck for a moment, neither entirely sure of what their mothers had meant, but Emily managed to find her voice. “Uh… Mom? You really mean that — that you want to d-do sex stuff with us? With me and Katie?”

“That’s right, baby girl,” Rachel said. “Your auntie and I… we’ve found a new kind of love with each other.” Reaching out, she took Kim’s hand and beamed a bright smile. “A kind of love we didn’t have before. Deena and Cassidy are a part of that love, too. It’s beautiful. It feels better than — oh, anything you can imagine. And we want to share it with both of you.”

Again, the girls were silent and could only stare at the sight before them as they watched the women exchange a series of light kisses and playful caresses. Emily thought that the ladies might start having sex right there, but then, just as suddenly as it started, the kissing stopped and women turned their attention once more to the two little angels seated before them.

“So now… you both have a decision to make,” Rachel said. She smiled at Katie and Emily, who were listening with rapt attention.

“You have three choices,” Kim said, looking at Katie, then Emily. “One. You can go upstairs and go to bed right now.” Neither of the girls were interested in that option. “Two,” Kim continued, “You can stay here, sit quietly in the corner, and watch us make love.” That choice seemed much better to the girls. “Or three,” she concluded, “You can join us.”

As the youngsters absorbed her meaning, Kim turned to Rachel, reached behind her sister’s back and pulled on the silky strings that kept the woman’s bra in place. The tiny piece of material fell away, fully exposing her breasts to Katie and Emily. Even though her nipples had been plainly visible through the sheer fabric, both girls let out tiny gasps as they took in the magnificent sight.

Rising to her feet, Rachel grasped the ties that kept her skimpy thong in place. The small wedge of fabric clung to her vulva, but Rachel flossed it forward, feeling the silky smooth material graze her clit. She tossed the panties over her shoulder and onto the couch, leaving her fully nude, her large breasts proudly displayed, her glistening sex dripping with anticipation as she smiled at the girls.

“So then… would you like to play with us?” Rachel asked. The desire in her eyes was plain as day, even to an innocent child.

Emily and Katie sat quietly, both overwhelmed by this turn of events. This was nothing like how either of them had expected the evening to go. In fact, they’d come up with a plan that very afternoon to get up in the middle of the night and creep over to the master bedroom, in hopes of catching the grownups having sex again. Katie longed to witness what Emily had been lucky enough to see the other night, so they concocted their little scheme, fully intending to carry it out. But now the two little girls had a chance at something far more thrilling than furtive glimpses of their mommies having sex. More thrilling… but also a little scary.

Emily was first to respond. Just like she had several minutes earlier, the girl rose to her feet, padded over to Rachel and wrapped both arms around her mother’s waist. “Yes, Mommy. I want to play with everybody.”

Rachel knelt down and hugged her daughter, feeling a rush of helpless lust as her bare breasts pressed  against Emily’s flat chest. She ached to kiss her daughter like a lover at that moment, but managed to restrain herself. It wasn’t easy — recently, she’d been thinking quite a lot about her daughter’s pretty mouth and all the ways in which she could derive pleasure from it.

The night before at Cassidy and Deena’s house, the topic of the girls’ first kisses had come up. Rachel and Kim were both certain that neither of their daughters had ever kissed anyone in a romantic way, so all the women agreed that it wouldn’t be right for any of them to steal that experience from Katie or Emily. If the girls elected to participate in their sex games, they would be given the chance to choose who they wanted to share that special first kiss with.

Katie slowly got to her feet, took a single step forward, then paused. She looked at her mommy,  then at Deena, taking in the looks of excitement on their faces. The child knew that the grownups wanted her to respond the same way that Emily had, but she wasn’t so sure. Instead, Katie took a couple of steps backwards and seated herself on the couch. “Can I just watch first?”

Kim felt a small twinge of disappointment, but understood. She’s just a child, after all. That didn’t ease the hunger she felt for her little girl, though. In fact, it only sharpened her lust to a keener edge. She pictured herself kneeling before Katie, gently tugging the girl’s panties down to her ankles, then leaning in to trace her daughter’s slit with the tip of her tongue. Damn, I’ve got it bad, she thought, shaking her head, then glancing at her niece. At least Emily wants to join in. If she enjoys herself, maybe Katie will be persuaded to play, too.

Meanwhile, Emily was looking from one woman to the next. “So, what happens now?” the child asked, her voice barely a whisper. She was feeling a bit shy after her bold display, but still eager.

“Good question,” Rachel replied. “It’s your first time, so we shouldn’t just throw you into the deep end of the pool.”

“How should we begin?” Deena asked, frowning slightly. “We never really talked about that. Maybe let the girls watch us… together?”

“Kissing.” Cassidy suddenly blurted out, her face flushed with desire. “Let’s teach her how to kiss.” All the women and girls turned to look at her and could tell by her body language and the expression she wore that the young lesbian was quite agitated. Her desires were threatening to consume her.

“I think that’s a splendid idea,” Rachel murmured, then turned to her daughter. “Tell me, sweetheart… have you ever kissed anyone before? A real kiss, the way lovers do in movies.”

Emily shook her head. “No, Mommy.”

“Not even with Katie, maybe? I know you two are very close.”

“No,” Emily replied. “But I’d like to kiss her like that.”

Everyone looked towards Katie to see how she would react to Emily’s confession. Kim and Deena had joined Katie on the couch, flanking the little girl on either side, holding her hands in theirs.Katie turned bright red but didn’t speak.

Kim smiled to herself, knowing that her daughter wasn’t easily embarrassed. I guess she really does have a crush on her cousin, she mused, and Emily clearly feels the same way. Kim felt a tingle of excitement at the realization that, if events unfolded as she hoped, she might actually get to see her daughter and her niece make love that very night.

Her lustful reverie was interrupted when Rachel spoke. “Well, other than Katie, is there anyone else here who you’d like to try kissing with?”

Emily looked at her mother, then at Cassidy. She was certain that both of them wanted to kiss her, and she very much wanted to kiss them. Emily glanced back and forth between the two, trying to make up her mind, finally settling on Cassidy. “I’d like to kiss you.” she said shyly.

Cassidy instantly felt butterflies. It had been a long-held dream of hers to kiss, to hold, to make love to a beautiful little girl… and she’d been deeply enthralled by Emily ever since she’d first laid eyes on the girl. Now, her fantasy was on the verge of becoming real, and she was a hot mess of nerves, excitement and lust.

“I’d love to kiss you, Emily,” Cassidy replied. Placing a hand on the child’s bare shoulder, she gently turned the girl to face her.

Emily was smiling, though a trace of doubt could be seen in the young girl’s eyes. She wanted to do this, but couldn’t help feeling afraid. What if she was bad at kissing? What if Cassidy laughed at her? What if everybody laughed at her?

No! Emily told herself, suddenly determined to best her fears. In her mind, she shifted into thinking of this moment as a performance. Just like that, her nervous tension fell away. The changes Cassidy had made in her mind a few minutes earlier had worked flawlessly. I gotta thank her for that, Emily thought.

Thanks would have to wait, though, as Cassidy suddenly leaned in and placed a gentle kiss on the child’s soft pink lips. Emily felt her insides go all gooey, and her knees nearly buckled, as a surge of warmth radiated through her body.

“Close your eyes,” Cassidy cooed.

The little girl complied, and Cassidy wrapped both arms around the child’s slender body, drawing Emily into an intimate embrace. She kissed the child again, this time allowing her lips to linger.

Emily let Cassidy do what she wanted, loving the warmth and tenderness of the woman’s mouth on hers. Then, growing more confident, she began to return those kisses, twining her little arms around Cassidy’s waist.

Her excitement now at fever pitch, Cassidy decided to take the kissing to the next level. Letting her mouth open, she brought her tongue into play, lightly grazing Emily’s lower lip. Startled, the child broke away, gazing at Cassidy’s smiling face… then she smiled too, her eyes drifting shut once more, lips parting slightly.

It was a response that Cassidy understood perfectly, and its significance thrilled her. Tilting her head, she kissed Emily again, her tongue slipping into the little girl’s mouth — cautiously at first, so as not to frighten the precious child.

She needn’t have worried though. Emily immediately accepted the young lesbian’s tongue, moaning into the kiss as the realization struck her that yes, this was the way she’d seen grownups doing it on TV and in movies.

Cassidy nearly swooned when Emily’s tongue shyly came forth to engage with hers. She immediately deepened the kiss, inviting the child to respond.

Before another minute had passed, the woman and the girl were kissing like passionate lovers as the others watched, enthralled by the sight. Rachel, who was kneeling next to the kissing couple, started to play with her clit. The sight of Cassidy and her baby girl devouring each other was the hottest thing she’d ever seen, even hotter than the many sexual delights she’d explored with her sister and their new friends.

After another minute or so, Cassidy and Emily finally drifted apart, then broke into gleeful laughter, so happy to have shared that lovely moment. Turning to her mother, Emily noticed right away that Rachel was touching herself. Without a second thought, the child rested a hand on the front of her panties, pressing on the spot that always made her feel so good.

Feeling an uncontrollable hunger, Rachel reached out to touch her daughter’s arm. “I love you, angel,” she said. “Can I kiss you now?”

“Yes, Mommy… please!” said Emily, reaching for her mother. Placing her hand on the back of Emily’s head, Rachel pulled her child into a kiss that immediately became heated — their mouths open, tongues dancing.

Over on the couch, Kim, Katie and Deena were mesmerized by the forbidden spectacle they were witnessing. As they continued to watch the taboo display, Kim and Deena both realized that Katie was squirming around where she sat. She’d also tightened her grip on the ladies’ hands, her breathing a bit more labored. It was obvious that the little one was becoming more and more excited, perhaps even reconsidering her earlier reluctance to join in the lovemaking.

Leaning down, her lips brushing the child’s ear, Deena said in a voice not much louder than a whisper, “Katie, would you like to know a secret?”

Katie turned to look at Deena — as did Kim, who had just barely been able to hear the question. The six-year-old’s face was a mix of excitement and curiosity that made Deena want her even more. “Y-y-yes,” Katie stammered.

“See the lingerie I chose for today? My bra… and my panties…?” Katie had, of course, been paying close attention to Deena all night, especially when she had been stripped down to her lovely, pink undergarments during her rough-and-tumble with Cassidy.

Too overwhelmed to speak, Katie gave a quick nod.

“I wore these just for you, Katie,” Deena said, gazing into the little girl’s eyes. “Because I know you love the color pink, and I wanted you to like what I was wearing.”

Suddenly bashful, Katie ducked her head, then gave her older friend a shy glance. “You look real pretty,” she whispered.

Deena was just about to thank the child for the compliment, when Katie suddenly half-rose to give her a quick kiss on the mouth. Kim, still holding her daughter’s hand, gasped in surprise, while Deena reached up to touch her own lips, gazing in awe at the blushing little girl. Gently freeing her hand from Katie’s, Deena cupped the child’s face, then bent down to place a long, gentle, and terribly romantic kiss on the little girl’s lips.

Katie’s eyes widened in surprise, but instead of pulling away, she leaned into Deena and let the kiss linger. Deena tentatively brought her tongue into play and quickly found the six-year-old eager to learn this new, sexy style of kissing. Before long, Katie’s tongue was fluttering in Deena’s mouth, and the young lesbian was in heaven. It’s finally happening, she marveled. I’ve dreamt of this for so long… it’s even better than I could’ve imagined. 

Watching her little girl swap heated French kisses with a grown woman had Kim’s cunt bubbling like an active volcano, her panties wet enough to wring out. She placed a hand on Katie’s leg and began to softly stroke it, from the top of the girl’s knee up to the edge of her simple white panties, the only thing the child was still wearing. The urge was unbearably strong to give in completely to her desire, to allow her fingers to drift a little higher and touch her daughter’s slit… but Kim wasn’t quite ready to cross that line.

Meanwhile, Rachel and Emily were still lost in their own embrace. Cassidy was stroking their backs,  enraptured by the sight of mother and daughter swapping passionate kisses. Glancing to the couch, she spied Kim, Deena and little Katie caught up in a passionate display of their own. A tiny moan escaped her lips when she realized what was happening. Turning back to Rachel and Emily, she whispered, “Look,” while motioning to the others.

As soon as Emily saw Katie and Deena engaged in a lover’s kiss, she shrieked with delight, clapping her hands several times. The sound broke Katie and Deena out of their kiss, and they looked over just as Emily jumped up from her kneeling position on the floor and darted over to the couch. Wrapping both arms around Katie, Emily dragged her cousin on top of her as they fell to the floor, the young girls coming together in a kiss — playful at first, but growing more passionate with each passing second.

Deena couldn’t believe her good fortune. In her mind she was transported back to Friday night in Kim’s hospital room, when these same little girls had hugged her for the first time. At the time, she’d felt uneasy about her illicit desire for Katie and Emily, but now she understood how natural — how right — those urges had been. Everything that was happening in this moment was absolutely perfect, and the love she felt for little girls had turned out to be a blessing.

The women were riveted to the glorious sight of the girls’ lithe, young bodies entwined on the floor, making out, each stripped down to her panties. Emily was on top, Katie’s hands gripping her cousin’s tight, round bottom, each girl had a thigh pressed between her cousin’s legs. The little ones started to instinctively grind their young pussies onto the other, their tongues flickered back and forth as they continued to kiss.

“My God,” Kim whispered, her lips nearly touching Deena’s ear, “it’s like they’re fucking.”

Deena turned to smile at the beautiful single mom. “They are,” she said, taking Kim’s right nipple between finger and thumb, giving it a playful pinch.

As she watched her daughter and niece enjoy each other, Rachel once again started playing with her pussy. This time, however, she wasn’t satisfied with merely teasing her clit. Her lust was roaring like a furnace and she needed to feel something inside. Rachel had just dipped two fingers into her vagina when she suddenly remembered the collection of sex toys she’d bought earlier that day.

Jumping to her feet, Rachel raced to the hall closet, where she’d stashed the bag of goodies on the top shelf where the girls wouldn’t accidentally find them. When she returned to the group moments later, everyone was watching her — even Katie and Emily, who were resting in each other’s arms, but still lightly grinding their hips against each other. Naturally, Kim knew what was going on, but the others were staring at the plain, brown paper bag in Rachel’s hands, wondering what it held.

Rachel padded over to the far side of the living room, taking a seat on one of the easy chairs. She placed the bag on the floor between the chair and the adjacent couch then said, “Gather round, my lovelies.”

Katie and Emily hurried over to sit down right in front of Rachel. They were holding hands, more than ready for the next new experience that awaited them. The other women arranged themselves in a semicircle behind the girls.

Deena and Cassidy were both a bit confused as to what was happening, and why Rachel had interrupted the girls’ sexy show. “Trust me,” Kim assured them, “this’ll be well worth it,” and gave her new lovers a coy smile.

“Girls,” Rachel began, “we have a present for each of you.” Emily and Katie’s eyes went wide as they watched Rachel lean down, her large breasts swinging freely, and reach into the bag, drawing out two small, cylindrical objects that had been wrapped in silver foil. One was tied with a bright pink bow, the other done in yellow.

It had been Rachel’s plan all along to give these gifts to the girls, but she’d especially wanted to present them at the sleepover, if the evening unfolded as she hoped it would. Now, she was beside herself with anticipation, ready for the girls’ new playthings to become part of the festivities. She was glad that Kim had come up with the bright idea to gift wrap the two items, making them seem even more like a special surprise.

Rachel handed the present with the pink bow to Katie and the one with the yellow bow to Emily. The girls unwrapped their gifts, then studied them, puzzled. Each girl held a six-inch tube of brightly-colored plastic that tapered at one end and had a black knob at the other. Katie’s was hot pink, while Emily’s was a neon yellow. It was obvious from the girls’ reactions that they had no idea what they were holding. Cassidy and Deena, on the other hand, started to laugh. Kim was right, it had been worth the interruption.

“They’re called vibrators,” Rachel told the girls, who had no idea what that meant or what a vibrator was used for. Taking Emily’s toy, Rachel showed the girls how to switch it on by twisting the black knob. Katie and Emily were both taken aback, then amused by the buzzing sound it made, but still didn’t understand what it was used for.

“What is it, Mommy?” Katie asked, looking over her shoulder at Kim’s bemused face.

“We could tell you, but we’d rather show you how these work,” Rachel replied. Katie and Emily exchanged a perplexed look, neither one quite sure what to make of their new toys.

“Okay, stand up, girls.” Rachel said, motioning with her hands for the girls to do so. Katie and Emily got to their feet and Rachel took the vibrators back from them, handing the pink one over to Kim, then turned her attention back to the girls. “Now take your panties off, okay?”

The girls looked at each other and giggled. Both of them might have been shy about getting completely undressed in front of Cassidy and Deena before tonight, but after having kissed their new friends, then each other, there was a giddy mood in the air that neither of them could ignore. Quickly pulling their panties down, Katie and Emily stepped out of them, then stood side by side without moving, putting their bare bodies on display for the grownups.

The room was completely silent as the four women took in the sight of the naked little girls. Of course, Rachel and Kim had seen their daughters in the nude many times over the years, but this was the first glimpse since their minds had been altered, since they need to have sex with young girls had permeated their very souls. Cassidy and Deena, on the other hand, had only been able to fantasize about this moment up until now. Neither was disappointed.

All four women exchanged knowing, hungry looks. They could see where this was headed, and wanted to be prepared for anything to happen. Cassidy and Deena quickly slipped off their bras and panties, tossing them to the corners of the room. Kim, on the other hand, had to be far more careful with her custom-made lingerie.

Her lovers moved to assist, Cassidy standing behind Kim while Deena knelt at her side. They each placed delicate kisses along various parts of Kim’s body as they helped her remove her bra and panties. The delicate pieces were folded with care and placed on a nearby bookshelf so that the pearls that adorned them wouldn’t accidentally be trod upon over the next few hours.

Women and girls alike took a moment to admire the naked bodies that were now on display. Light kisses were exchanged, caresses too. Soon they were all giggling like schoolgirls, the excitement level through the roof.

“Are you girls ready to learn something new?” Rachel asked.

“Yes!” Emily cried, while Katie nodded vigorously.

“Hmmm, let’s see,” Rachel murmured. She glanced around the room, then smiled. “Cassidy, Deena… I need you two to sit on the floor with your backs against the couch. Now spread your legs apart, nice and wide… you’re each going to have someone sitting between them.”

Once the women were seated with their thighs apart, Rachel turned to Emily and Katie. “Okay, girls,” she said, pointing at the spaces between Deena’s and Cassidy’s legs. “That’s where you sit.”

The girls eagerly took their places — Katie choosing Deena, Emily going with Cassidy — and nestled in close, resting back against the women’s breasts.

Katie twisted her head around to gaze up at Deena. “Your hair makes my bottom feel tickly,” she declared, wriggling her tight little rump against the neatly shaved patch of pubic hair above Deena’s vulva.

“Well, your bottom feels amazing against my pussy,” Deena replied, her voice thickened by lust as she bent to nuzzle Katie’s neck. The little girl let out a small giggle.

Emily had both legs stretched out before her, but Rachel shook her head. “Knees up, sweetie.” The child arranged herself to match her cousin’s posture, feet flat on the floor, knees bent. Cassidy and Deena then grasped the girls’ knees and spread their legs even further apart revealing their immature pussies to Rachel and Kim.

Kim drew close to her daughter, her eyes sparkling with mingled love and desire. “Mommy’s gonna make you feel good now, baby girl,” she cooed, glancing from Katie’s awed face to the child’s exposed sex. Katie slowly nodded, enthralled by the hungry look that her Mommy was giving her.

Rachel and Kim were now kneeling before their daughters, each holding one of the girls’ new sex toys. As if on cue, the sisters twisted the knobs on the vibrators, then set to work teaching Katie and Emily about the pleasures their bodies were capable of experiencing.

They started by teasing the girls a bit, running the vibrators along the girls’ legs and around their bellies and chests, buzzing their cute little nipples — but never quite touching the girls’ most intimate areas.

Emily, who was quite ticklish in general, fought to keep from laughing, but little giggles kept escaping her lips. As she squirmed about, Cassidy could feel Emily’s ass rubbing against her clit. The sensation was divine, and Cassidy let her head tilt back and eyes close as she savored it.

She was snapped out of her reverie, however,  when she heard Katie cry out. Cassidy looked over and saw that Kim had spread Katie’s labia apart with one hand, exposing the little girl’s tiny clitoris. The tip of the vibrator was pressed against the child’s love button, causing her to squeal and thrash about. Deena was holding the little girl steady, cooing gentle words of encouragement. “That’s it, honey. Let your mommy make love to you.”

Not to be outdone by her little sister, Rachel began her own ministrations on her daughter’s equally exposed clit, but Emily’s reaction was quite a bit different from that of her cousin. The girl went still and silent, and Rachel realized that she was holding her breath. As she continued to trace small circles around her daughter’s small but highly sensitive nubbin of flesh, Emily started to quiver. After another thirty seconds, the girl let out a huge moan and started to buck her hips. Cassidy held Emily still while Rachel kept the vibrator in place, pressed firmly against the child’s sweet little clit. They were determined to make sure that Emily learned what it was to experience an orgasm.

“Oh baby, you’re doing so good,” Rachel said to her little girl, her voice choked with desire “Mommy is so proud of you.”

Kim was pleasuring Katie in a similar fashion when she noticed a small drop of clear liquid trickle from the girl’s vagina, slowly rolling down past her rosebud and onto the bedding below. The sight hit Kim like a shot of raw liquor, suffusing her body with its heat.

It was all too much to resist. Caught up in her own desire, acting purely on instinct, Kim made the move she’d been fantasizing about. Still holding the vibrator to Katie’s clitoris, she leaned in and licked around the outside of Katie’s vagina, from where the juice had escaped. Katie let out a startled gasp that trailed off into a moan and Kim responded by licking along the entire length of Katie’s slit.

“Oh my God, yes,” Deena breathed. “Lick her. Lick your little girl’s pussy.”

Looking up, Kim made eye contact with Deena. The connection was immediate, no words were needed. Kim handed the vibrator to Deena, then got down on her belly, lying with her face between Katie’s legs. Using both hands, she tenderly spread her child’s vagina wide open and gave it a long, slow lick. The sharp, tangy taste of her little girl was incredible; it made her head swim. She took another dozen or so licks, then fastened her lips to Katie’s clit and began suck on the small bud.

The child’s response was immediate. She shivered and shook, almost violently, but Deena used her left arm to keep the little girl in place. The vibrator was in Deena’s right hand, and she was using the buzzing tip of the toy to tease Katie’s tiny pink nipples.

Katie let out a small moan and tried to say something, but words failed the child as her tiny body continued to tremble. Still nursing at her daughter’s clit, Kim began using the tip of her finger to gently tease the entrance of Katie’s vagina, causing the girl to push her hips forward, as if seeking out more of this pleasurable sensation. She wants me to fuck her, Kim realized. My little girl wants to be fucked by Mommy. The idea was enormous, too much for her mind to take in.

Kim was tempted to do just that, to insert a finger into her daughter’s vagina, but she knew that Katie was far too young to be fully penetrated. Instead, Kim chose to refocus her efforts on Katie’s clit, flicking it with the tip of her tongue. She paused briefly to glance up, feeling a rush of mingled love and lust when she made eye contact with her child. Katie’s eyes were glazed with pleasure, and Kim knew that her little girl wanted more than anything for the good feelings to keep coming.

Meanwhile, Rachel was concentrating on giving Emily an orgasm with the vibrator, but she couldn’t help noticing what Kim was doing to Katie — and how much the child loved it. The sight of her sister going down on the six-year-old had Rachel’s cunt dripping down her inner thighs. She had never been more turned on in her life.

It was time to take this even further, to truly make little Emily her lover.

Rachel turned off the vibrator and set it aside. A distressed look crossed Emily’s face, the little girl’s eyes asking why. Rather than answer, Rachel leaned in to claim her daughter’s mouth in a hungry kiss, driving all other thoughts from Emily’s mind. All that mattered was the softness of Mommy’s lips, the sweet surprise of her tongue.

After a moment, Rachel grabbed her daughter under her arms, pulling her up and away from Cassidy. She then fell backwards onto a thick quilt spread out on the living room floor, bringing a squealing Emily along. Mother and daughter continued to swap deep kisses once they settled down, Emily’s small body spread out on top of her mommy’s womanly frame. As they kissed, Rachel slid her hands down to fondle her eight-year-old’s bare bottom.

Since Cassidy no longer held Emily, the young lesbian had to amuse herself. She leaned over and grabbed the paper bag that Rachel brought in, the one that had contained the girls’ vibrators. Dumping its contents onto the couch she was leaning against, Cassidy couldn’t help but giggle at what she saw. There were a dozen or so dildos and sex toys of various shapes, sizes and colors, along with two large bottles of lube.

Cassidy quickly selected a dildo that was about eight inches long with a narrow girth, molded from soft black rubber. It was covered with an array of differently sized bumps and nodules along the shaft that she knew would feel amazing against the walls of her vagina. Coating the toy with a generous amount of lube, Cassidy positioned the head of the dildo at the entrance of her hole, then with one long stroke, took nearly the entire length inside. A loud moan escaped her lips — everyone else stopped what they were doing to look over at her.

The heat that had been steadily building inside Cassidy was suddenly released as she began to rapidly fuck herself with the dildo. It felt every bit as incredible as she’d suspected, and as she plunged the slippery rubber prick in and out, a rapid stream of obscenities and dirty talk flowed from her.

“Oh, fuck yes… s-so fucking good… so d-deep in my cunt… Jesus, I’m so, so fucking wet… FUCK!”

Looking over at Deena, Kim and Katie, dazed by the sight of her lovers and a little girl in the midst of lesbian incest and pedophilia, Cassidy started to fuck herself faster, driving the dildo deeper than she’d ever been penetrated before.

She made eye contact with Kim, who was still nibbling and sucking on her daughter’s clit. “Lick her,” Cassidy said, her tone gentle but insistent, with just a touch of envy. “Lick your little girl’s cunt. Drink her sweet juices… make her come in your mouth.”

Kim wanted to see the young blonde get herself off, but she felt an overwhelming urge to taste Katie again, a need that was much too powerful to deny. Dipping her head between her daughter’s thighs, Kim licked the child’s smooth slit with a renewed vigor.

Kim’s head swam at the realization that Cassidy, accidentally or not, had just used the power of suggestion to fuel her incestuous hunger to even greater heights. The implication might have been troubling, but Kim was too caught up in her overwhelming passion for Katie to care. At that moment, she loved her child more than she ever had, and she was determined to make the little girl scream with pleasure.

Katie’s eyes were fixed on Cassidy’s pussy, watching her grownup friend plunging the dildo in and out of her juicy cunt. That was exciting enough, but what thrilled the six-year-old even more was getting licked by Mommy down there, in her special place.

When Emily had told her about seeing Deena and Cassidy doing the same thing to their Mommies the other night, Katie hadn’t believed her cousin, at first. Why on earth would you let someone do that? But now that it was happening to her, Katie understood why. ‘Cause it feels so good, she told herself. It’s the best feeling ever. 

Suddenly, Katie’s eyes widened and a moan escaped her mouth as she felt something new — Mommy’s tongue slipping inside her. A delightful shiver rippled through the child, and she started to rock her hips, helping Mommy explore her little pussy with that warm, wet and oh-so-willing tongue.

Sensing that Cassidy was looking her way. Deena turned to meet the pleasure-glazed eyes of her lover. She had seen Cassidy in highly aroused states many times before, but never like this. The vivacious young lesbian was wild and ravenous, her body radiating heat.

“Kiss me,” Cassidy demanded.

Their tongues met first, then their mouths smashed together as they exchanged one of the most fiery kisses they’d ever shared. Finally drawing apart, the two lovers gazed deep into each other’s souls, smiling at what they saw. Deena knew exactly what Cassidy needed at that moment, and it was something she was more than happy to give.

Wrapping her right arm around Katie’s chest, Deena held the girl close. With her left hand, she reached down to take control of Cassidy’s dildo. Once the slippery toy was firmly in her grasp, Deena started to jackhammer it in and out of her lover, penetrating her to the hilt with each stroke. Soon, a frothy foam had collected around the entrance of Cassidy’s pussy, tiny flecks of cream landing on her thighs and Deena’s hand as the ferocious assault on her overheating cunt continued unabated. Cassidy loved it.

“Oh fuck yes, baby… I’m gonna come… gonna c-come… aaah… aah… ah… oh, fuck… YES!” After that, words failed her. She was only able to moan and wail, lost in the sweet chaos of orgasm.

Rachel and Emily had paused their lustful kissing, distracted by this erotic display. The sight of Cassidy’s climax stoked Rachel’s lust even higher, leaving her with an all-consuming hunger for pussy that couldn’t be ignored. Rachel needed to taste her daughter, then and there!

Luckily, Emily was still in her arms, the child watching Cassidy over her shoulder, transfixed by the lewd scene. Rachel grabbed Emily’s waist and turned the girl around so that she was now facing Cassidy. She then pulled the child towards her so that her daughter’s sweet little slit was almost brushing her lips. Rachel started licking around Emily’s vulva, causing the girl to giggle, “Mommy, that tickles.” After a minute or so of teasing, Rachel grasped Emily’s tight little bottom with both hands and started to eat the girl’s cunt properly, like a lover.

Just a few feet away, Katie was lost in her own world of carnal pleasure. As Kim continued licking the girl’s private place, Katie could feel an odd sensation starting to bubble up from inside. The little girl had never felt anything like it, but before she could even try to comprehend what was happening, the sound of Cassidy’s orgasm flipped a switch in her, and suddenly those good feelings between her legs and inside her tummy began to spread throughout her whole body.

“Mommy!” Katie cried out as the first orgasm of her life overtook her senses. “M-Mommy… It feels… it feels… unhhh… OHHHHH!”

Deena instantly realized that Katie was coming, so she tilted the child’s head back and kissed her luscious little mouth as the little girl rode out the incredible sensations that were rocking her body. Kim also realized what was happening and continued to suck on Katie’s clit, hoping to prolong her daughter’s ecstasy for as long as possible.

After nearly a full minute, Katie’s cries and moans began to diminish as her orgasm subsided. Her tiny body shivered one last time then she slumped limply against Deena’s breasts. Parting from her child’s slit with one last kiss, Kim glanced up to see Katie and Deena, both smiling at her. Katie was somewhat dazed by the experience, but Deena was beaming, happy to have helped give this lovely little girl her very first orgasm.

Deena then motioned for Kim to come closer, eager for a taste of the young mother’s lips. A small amount of Katie’s essence had been released as she orgasmed, so as the new lovers kissed, Deena got her first sample of the child’s sweet juices. It was heavenly.

On to Chapter Twelve!

 

A Young Desert Rose, Chapter 16

  • Posted on July 12, 2021 at 2:07 pm

By Sunnybunny

Travis Lawrence was speaking, but his words were lost to Heather. Even with the gun aimed at her head, her attention was completely absorbed by the pair of Angie’s panties that lay on the floor between them. The room felt vast, gulf-like, with both parties standing on opposing sides of a crevasse. What lay between them was just as dangerous, just as damning as the gun in Travis’s hand.

It wouldn’t have taken a rocket scientist to figure out what a pair of a preteen girl’s dirty underwear beneath her pillow meant, and Heather cursed herself for accepting the gift in the first place. It was foolish, indulgent of her. Was it really worth it all to have Angie’s panties to clutch to her face as she masturbated?

Travis’s voice cracked through the room like thunder, like a lightning strike. “Hey! Eyes up here!” He coaxed her to meet his gaze with a waggle of the barrel of the gun in a sharp upward motion. He held it sideways, like a gangster in a bad action movie. Probably thinking he looked much cooler than he actually did. Just another blowhard on a weapon-fueled ego trip who clearly got off on power and intimidation. She couldn’t see it, but instinct told her that Travis had an erection, invisible beneath layers of bulky clothing and pot belly. Heather knew she had to tread carefully, not only for her sake, but poor Angie’s too.

“Bet you got lots of questions,” he remarked, tapping a finger to his nose. it was a knowing gesture, and his eyes dazzled with the chance to boast about his detective work. “I knew somethin’ was up when Angie kept nosin’ around here. Like a stray mutt. You feed it once and ‘fore long it’s always around, beggin’ for scraps.” He gave a bark of laughter at that, accompanied by a rough squeeze around his daughter’s throat that was anything but fatherly. She grunted, coughed once through gritted teeth. Angie was livid, twisting her gaze up at Travis in an effort to burn holes through the back of his head. He ignored her.

Travis’s laughter turned into a coughing, wheezing fit so violent that, by the time it subsided, he was red faced and shimmering with sweat. Heather pleaded with the fates to smite him with a heart attack, but it was not to be.

Gradually, he twisted his wide body back into an upright posture, dragging Angie along for the ride. He cleared his throat one last time and continued, through lips bubbling with phlegm. “I only sent her over here to scout out your car, see if you had anything worth, ahh, investigatin’, y’know what I mean?” The last five words all ran together in his mouth. “But she don’t stop there, see. She keeps figgerin’ new reasons to find herself comin’ by here. And then she starts hangin’ round the diner after you started workin’ there. So I asked her what was up, worryin’ that maybe you’re onto my little ruse… but she clammed up tighter’n an oyster. That’s when I figgered my little girlie was lyin’ to me.”

Heather listened along, or at least pretended to. She was looking for some sort of opening. Surely there had to be a way of disarming this piece of human wreckage. One well-placed kick between his legs would put Travis down for the count. He looked to be a year or two away from serious cardiac arrest, so maybe she wouldn’t even have to do that much. A good shove might be enough to send him careening into the bathroom, landing on the tiled floor like a turtle on its back. From there she could seize Angie and bolt. Screw the clothes, screw everything in this town. The jaws were closing around her throat. Heather had lingered too long here, and was on the verge of paying for it, possibly with her life.

Travis droned on. “Then the other day, she calls me up and lets me know she’s sleepin’ over at her friend Mallory’s place. Real last minute-like. That gets me suspicious so I wait awhile and phone up Mallory’s mom. Y’know what she tells me?” His voice rises an octave. “Hasn’t seen hide nor hair of Angie all damn afternoon, an’ don’t know nothin’ about no sleepover!” Travis glared down at his daughter, as if she’d just entered the room covered in filth. “Just like her mama was. She was a lyin’ bitch whore herself!”

There it was. Laid plain for all to bear witness, even if Travis Lawrence didn’t realize it himself. The loss of his wife to another man had warped him, made him unstable and suspicious, hungry for revenge… and it seemed as if everyone in town acknowledged just how much Angie looked like her mother at that age.

“She set off again tonight, and I knew she was comin’ to see you. Just lyin’ and lyin’ and lyin’ to me. No different at all, no better. Little lyin’ cunt.” Travis dragged his knuckles across his chin, a far off look in his eyes that made it clear that he was miles away inside.

It was only when Heather took a cautious step to one side that he was jerked back to reality. The gun snapped back into place. Heather froze. This close, he wouldn’t even need to be accurate.

“I seen you two ride off to God knows where, and I get to thinkin’… I got to find out what’s the deal with this new girl, rollin’ into town like a dust devil to steal so much of my kid’s attention. Everyone talkin’ about this hot little number over at the motel till I get sick to my stomach. So I let myself in… and lookee at what I found!” His gaze dropped to the floor, to the pair of panties at their feet. “I start puttin’ two and two together, see.” He taps the gun against his forehead, as if to indicate everything adding up to four.

His voice took on a menacing edge that left no room for debate. Heather suspected that Angie knew it well. “Here’s what’s gonna happen. You gonna pack up your shit, and move into my house. The story is that you an’ me just fell head over heels. Love at first sight. Reeeeal romantic.” His tongue darted out of his mouth, slithering over liver lips, his eyes shining with excitement. He was imagining it now. Having the prettiest wife in town again, only with the leverage to keep her in check.

“Otherwise, well…” He indicated Angie’s panties with the barrel of his gun, “I’ll just take my little girl’s underpants down to the sheriff’s station an’ let you sort it all out with him.”

Right away, Heather understood that this so-called evidence was flimsy at best. If the sheriff were to barge in on them right then, he’d surely have more questions about the gun than the underwear. It would be Travis’ word against hers, with Angie caught in the middle. Yet no matter how well Heather had assimilated herself into the town, she was still a new arrival, her history unknown — an outsider in a small, tight-knit community that was likely to take the word of the mechanic who had lived in Oasis all his life over that of the mysterious young woman who used to work part-time at the restaurant.

Travis’ accusation would be enough to get the whole town talking, which surely would lead to closer scrutiny of Heather and her past. If enough noise got made about her relationship with Angie, it would be like lighting a beacon that signaled Heather’s exact coordinates to her very dangerous, very angry ex-husband. Once he found her, there would be no safe place left for her. She would be out of options, nowhere to hide or flee to. The end of her rope.

Heather’s stomach turned. The potential future she’d envisioned with Angie now seemed like an idiotic dream, overtaken by a living hell as the plaything of this disgusting man. Hell, worse than a plaything. The thought of coupling with Travis was enough to make her physically ill. Bile rose in her throat, burning the back of her tongue until she was forced to cup a hand over her mouth, swallowing hard.

This couldn’t be happening. How could her world be going so hideously wrong? Was this karma? Heather was no saint, but what Travis Lawrence was proposing was a fate worse than a death. Suddenly the idea of rushing the man and taking her chances with his gun didn’t seem like such a bad idea.

But where would that leave Angie? If Heather died at the hand of Travis, what was left for the girl? She’d be utterly alone, not a soul to protect her from Daddy’s abuse. Could she really abandon Angie to such a fate?

Something must have shown in her eyes, because Travis’ gleeful smile instantly soured. “Don’t think about it!” he snarled. He lowered the gun, angling it over the swell of his belly to aim it into Angie’s face. The child winced, trying and failing to escape his grip as the barrel twisted against her nose. “You think I won’t kill her too, just ‘cause she’s my kid? You best think again.” He gave a snort of laughter. “Shit, I’d do it just to make you cry.” He glared down at his daughter. “Little bitch ain’t worth–”

“Don’t!” Heather cried.

Travis diverted his attention back to the older woman with a smug, satisfied look on his face. She’d reacted just as he’d hoped and it made her loathe him all the more. What sort of monster would use the threat of murdering a child — his own child — just to get a reaction? Heather’s disgust was transforming into unbridled hatred. It felt better, more satisfying, but just as useless. The fat man still had a gun, and if he didn’t shoot Heather, he would kill Angie instead. She wasn’t sure which would be worse.

“You made your point, damn it,” she said. “Now let her go.”

His mouth gave an ugly twist. “Now why would I go and do a dumbass thing like–”

A knock at the door froze the trio in place. It was soft, echoing from the short hallway, almost apologetic. Heather immediately thought of Walter with a mixture of relief and horror. No doubt he’d overheard the commotion and had come to investigate. He would be just on the other side of the door in his pajamas and slippers, hoping he wasn’t disturbing her so late at night, but Oh my word, there was so much shouting. I just had to make sure you were okay. 

She wanted to believe that salvation was at hand, but feared for his safety. Travis Lawrence had already come this far… was it such a stretch to believe one old man could stand in the way of his sick fantasies?

Travis swore under his breath, eyes darting around the room anxiously and, finding no solutions plastered to the walls, swore again. His mind was clearly racing, weighing too many options for his mind to fathom all at once. Worse, time was against him and he would have to decide soon before Walter fished the master key out of the pockets of his robe and let himself in.

Another knock came, echoing outward. It might have been her imagination, but it sounded more insistent this time, a touch louder. Travis noticed it, too. He paced a tight circle, Angie’s feet tangling together with his, the child nearly falling. He hitched her back up, twisting his arm painfully into her throat. She might have cried out if she could get any air.

This was going to end badly unless she did something. She had to warn Walter somehow before he walked into a trap. Perhaps he would even hurry to a phone and call for help. A cry rose up in Heather’s throat, the words formulated in her mind and took shape in her mouth. She would scream Watch out, Travis Lawrence is here with a gun. Get help! Go! Run!

She took in a big gulp of air, only to have it driven out of her lungs when Angie was roughly shoved into her.

They seized one another at once, Heather sinking down to kneel next to the girl

“Keep quiet,” he warned and stalked down the hallway, vanishing from sight.

Cowering together, they heard the locks release and the door swung open. Travis’s gruff demand of “Yeah? What?” hearkened back to them.

There was no answer. Instead, the dull crack of what could only have been a gunshot rang out, amplified by the tight quarters of the room. Angie gave a muffled scream against Heather, her face buried in the crook of the woman’s shoulder.

The son of a bitch killed Walter, she realized in horror.

Heaven help them. Travis truly had lost his goddamned mind and was willing to murder anyone who stood in his way. What would he do to them once he discovered the money was missing from its hiding place in the trailer and stashed in her trunk? He would know they planned to run then, and…

Travis returned, coming around the corner in a dazed stagger. Angie screamed again, and this time Heather heard it loud and clear. A cherry-red flower had bloomed in the middle of the fat man’s chest. Both his hands were cradling it protectively, but it was no use… the petals were falling away, covering his fingers, his wrists and flowing down his arms. The droplets fell heavy and fast, pattering on the floor at his feet until Heather realized that she was seeing a mortal wound of a dying man.

Then she was screaming too.

The gun dropped out of his hands onto the floor where his shuffling feet kicked it away, within Heather’s reach, but she was too terrified to move or make a grab for it. Helpless, she watched as Travis collapsed against the bathroom door in a futile try for balance, sending it back against the wall with a bang. The knob left a deep imprint in the drywall.

Flecks of red froth ringed Travis’ mouth. Still he fought on, struggling to breathe. His bloody fingers slapped at his throat, tore at the collar of his shirt. Each wheeze sent another surge of crimson gushing from the wound. Travis dropped heavily to his knees, staring at Heather. His expression was perplexed, as if he was trying to remember something. Then the man’s eyes glazed over, and he slowly tilted sideways, collapsing to the carpet with a dull thud.

A brief eternity later, Travis Lawrence took his last breath.

The man responsible for his death suddenly filled the hallway, towering so tall that his bald head threatened to graze the tiles overhead. His features were fierce, set into a tight scowl that made his thick eyebrows and goatee seem almost demonic, a resurrected Anton LaVey summoned forth to end a man’s life. He was dressed in a thick wool sweater and slacks that fit snugly around a muscular frame. Unlike Travis, he held the silenced pistol expertly, in a two-handed grip, entering the room like he was leading a SWAT team.

Ignoring Heather and Angie, the man advanced toward the body to study it, remaining tense until he could confirm that Travis was dead. Satisfied, he went back to the hall and waved an unseen party into the room.

Another enforcer-type filed in, not visibly armed but dressed in similar garb. His sleeves were rolled up to show off a set of bulging forearms, plastered with tattoos. He too avoided the girls’ searching gaze and joined his cohort in securing the small space. A quick glance in the bathroom and a look under the bed was enough for the tattooed man to cry out “Clear!”

“Heather?” Angie, at her side, was whispering. “Who is…?”

Her question was answered in the form of a third and final character entering the room.

“There you are, you wascawwy wabbit!” the man drawled, doing his best Elmer Fudd impression, as he drifted across the room on leather moccasins. His arms were held aloft, palms up and fingers splayed, as if to announce his entrance without having to abandon the funny voice.

Richard Valentine always did have a taste for theatrics. Why would now be the exception?

He sauntered to the middle of the room, taking center stage beneath the cluster of bulbs overhead as if it was a spotlight. As ever, he was dressed to the nines, his chinos rolled up to reveal a hint of bare ankle. His button-down shirt was silk, emblazoned with Chinese dragons, worn untucked and only partially buttoned for a bit of devil-may-care flair. Richard’s wavy brown hair was combed back, away from his face. His features were freshly lifted, giving him a striking appearance that bordered on the severe. When he smiled, he flashed a set of golden plating he’d had custom made.

With a flourish, Richard removed his sunglasses and rested them on his forehead, smiling down at the duo. He crouched down low, resting both elbows on his bent knees, meeting Heather eye-to-eye. “I said I would find you, Princess,” he murmured. There was no malice in his voice. No triumph or hint of gloating, a stark contrast to Travis Lawrence. Richard seemed amused in a way that reminded her of children’s games on the playground. Hide and seek. Now-tag, you’re it!

He steepled his hands together carefully, tucking the point of his fingers beneath his chin and looking pensive. “Now, in the interest of time, I’m going to tell you what I’m not going to do. I’m not going to ask who that fat fuck is, er, was. I’m not going to ask who she is.” He shifted his gaze to Angie, flashing a gleaming smile at the girl, waving to her with his index finger. “I’m not even going to ask what a pair of little girl’s used panties is doing here on the floor.” His goons glanced over at this, curiosity chiseling away at their hard features, but Richard took no notice. “The only thing I want to know, Princess,” his voice turning ice cold in an instant, “is where my goddamned motherfucking money is.”

Heather stared defiantly into the man’s eyes. Her mouth was a tight crease, making it perfectly clear that she wouldn’t be sharing this information willingly. The sight made Richard sigh and drop his gaze, showing the first signs of frustration.

He idly reached down to pick up Angie’s panties with two of his fingers, lifting them to his nose and giving them an examining sniff. What tickled at his nostrils made the man smile. Carefully folding them up, he tucked the child’s underwear into the front of his dress shirt like a pocket handkerchief.

“Curtis.” His unwavering gaze locked with Heather’s, Richard held a hand out, beckoning. At once, the bald thug stepped forward and pressed his automatic into his boss’s palm. Richard aimed it at Heather. “As you can imagine, we’re somewhat pressed for time here, Princess. Now, are you going to be a good girl and come clean willingly, or…” The long barrel of the silencer slowly drifted from Heather to Angie, who recoiled in fright, nearly going cross-eyed trying to focus on the weapon at such close range. He winked playfully at her over the top of the weapon. “Strictly business, kiddo. Please don’t take offense.”

To Heather again, he said, “Either way, you’re coming home, Princess. But don’t think I won’t add one more body to the count. Not if it means getting back what you fucking stole from me.”

“It’s at the diner!” Angie cried.

Richard arched an eyebrow. “Diner? What diner?”

“Angie, what are you doing?” Heather hissed, glancing down at the girl in her arms. “You can’t trust him, no matter what he tells you! He’ll just take what he wants, then–!”

The butt of the gun connected to the side of her head, just hard enough to hurt. Heather fell silent.

“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves,” he said, all smiles again, and focused his attention on the girl with renewed interest. “What’s this about a diner?”

“Saw a diner comin’ in, boss,” the goon called Curtis confirmed. “Just across the way.” He even pointed.

Angie hurriedly nodded, unable to tear her gaze from the automatic pointed at her face. “We hid it there. It’s closed down now, so nobody would…would find it!”

A beat passed. Then another and another, until it had stretched into nearly a minute.

“Boss?”

“I’m thinking, I’m thinking!” he snapped, then sighed heavily, making a decision. He yanked the gun out of Angie’s face, lowering himself down until they were nose to nose. “Okay, rug rat. Take us to this diner, show me where my money is hidden. No funny business, now. I find out you’re telling stories to me…” He casually pointed the gun in the direction of Travis’ corpse, still sprawled out on the floor.

Angie stared at the body of her father, her expression perfectly blank. She only looked back up at Richard when he snapped his fingers beneath her chin.

“Looks like you get the idea,” he said with a brusque nod. “Now move.”

On to Chapter Seventeen!

Sweet Poppy, Chapter 4

  • Posted on July 8, 2021 at 2:03 pm

by Joe Dornish

The next morning, Mum woke up feeling concerned that she’d gone too far when she confessed her sexual attraction to me, then promised that the two of us could make love in a few days. So she made me swear up and down that I wouldn’t tell anyone about the secret things we’d discussed. I told her she was worrying too much, and there was no way I would tell anyone I was fucking my own mum.

Then Mum lectured me about using rude words like ‘fuck’ and ‘cunt’. She said it was okay to say them when we were in bed together or talking about sex, but if she heard me speaking that way any other time,  there would be trouble. Then she told me that actually, I could also say naughty words when we were with Kiki and Henri, but only once I got to know them, and even then only ‘in the appropriate situation’. I wasn’t sure what she meant, and decided to only swear when I was doing sex, it seemed simpler.

That day at school, I saw Henri a few times but we didn’t get a chance to talk, just said ‘hi’ and waved whenever we saw each other. Later, I ate lunch with Mia, who told me that a few of the girls in her class were talking about Henri and I being friends. The talk was mostly good-natured, although they were all pretty jealous. I asked Mia if she wanted to come back to my house after school, but she had a music lesson that afternoon. We agreed instead that she would come over the next day.

After dinner that night, Lilly went into the living room to watch TV, and I helped my mother clean up.

“Did you see Henri at school today?” Mum asked.

“Yes, but just to say hello. She was really nice to me, though.”

“Henri is a truly beautiful person, inside and out. Sexy as hell, too.”

I had to giggle at that. “Yeah, she is sexy.” Then a thought struck me, “Mum, can I ask you something?”

“Anything, honey.”

“Have you had sex with Henri?”

She gave me a wicked grin, then nodded. “I have, sweetheart. Many times.”

I’d pretty much guessed that Mum had gone to bed with Henri, but I was surprised by the directness of her reply. The thought aroused me, and almost without thinking I squeezed my thighs together, making my kitty tingle.

Mum noticed what I was doing, and it made her smile. “Do you like the idea of Henri and me making love?”

I nodded. “Yes, Mum. Very much.”

“Who’s Henri?” asked Lilly, making Mum and me jump. She’d wandered into the kitchen and we hadn’t seen her enter.

“Good grief, Lilly… you startled us!” said Mum, frowning slightly.

“Henri is my friend from school,” I told my sister.

“Can we all watch telly together?” asked Lilly, making a sad face. “It’s kinda lonely out there by myself.”

Mum closed the dishwasher. “Of course, darling.” So we all trooped off to the living room and watched TV for a while.

Lilly went to bed at nine, then Mum and I turned in an hour later. I changed into a t-shirt that just covered my bum, only this time I wasn’t wearing anything underneath. I brushed my teeth, then went to find Mum to say goodnight. She was in her bathroom, and had just finished brushing her long dark hair. She was wearing a knee-length purple negligee made from a shiny, silky material that clung to her breasts. The sight of her made me feel hot and jumpy inside.

Mum spied me in the mirror, then turned around with a smile. “Are you okay, Poppy?”

“Uh-huh. I just came to say goodnight.”

We came together in a hug, then stood there holding each other for a long time. God, I wanted her so badly… and right then, Saturday seemed like an eternity away.

Gently breaking away, I looked up at her. “Mum?”

“Yes, sweetheart?”

“Can I stay in here with you tonight, pretty please?” I fluttered my eyelids and gave her a huge smile.

She thought about it for a moment, then nodded. “I don’t see why not. No funny stuff, though. We’re waiting until Saturday, remember?”

I grabbed her hands and squeezed them. “Thanks, Mum! Wow, I thought for sure you’d say no!”

“Hey, I’m not an ogre, you know! I’m just looking out for you sweetie, that’s all. It’s a big step to take, you and I becoming lovers… and it’s important that we don’t take things too fast.”

I hugged her and buried my face in her soft, luscious breasts. “Oh, Mum… you’re not an ogre, you’re the most beautiful person in the world and I love you.”

“I love you too, my sexy little girl. Tell you what — we can’t make love just yet, but we could sleep naked if you like.”

“YES! Let’s do that!” I cried.

Grasping the hem of my t-shirt, I began to pull it off when Mum placed a hand on my arm. “Let me.” she whispered.

I raised my arms and stood still as Mum gently slid it up my body and over my head, her hands caressing me along the way. Then she took a step back and took a long look, surprised to see me naked. I spun around slowly, wiggling my bum a little, then turned to face Mum again and winked at her.

She nibbled at her lower lip for a moment, then shook her head. “You’re deliberately teasing me, you little devil.”

“Me? But Mummy, you always say that I’m your good angel,” I said in a babyish voice, covering my kitty with one hand like I was suddenly feeling shy.

Some of the colour went out of Mum’s cheeks, and her mouth was hanging open just a bit as she stared at me. “Oh, sweetie, don’t do this to me,” she moaned. “I want us to — to be together, just as much as you do… but it’s important that we take our time about it. This is a huge step for us.”

“Sorry, Mum,” I mumbled, feeling a bit sheepish. “I’ll behave, I promise.” We looked at each other for a moment, then I added, “Aren’t you going to get undressed, then?”

“Oh, yes. Here, why don’t you do it?” She put her arms in the air.

I copied what she had done for me — reaching down, then slowly drawing the negligee up the length of her body, drinking in the view as each inch of skin was revealed. Like me, Mum was completely nude underneath. Once her negligee was off, I let it fall to the floor, went on tip-toe and kissed my mother.

I was getting better at kissing, not in such a heated rush. I was learning to be slow and sensual, to run my hands over Mum’s body and playfully engage her tongue with mine. What was extra special about this moment, though, was the sensation of her skin against mine. She felt so soft and warm that I could have stayed in her arms forever.

Finally breaking away, Mum paused to lightly brush my lips with her fingers. “Come on,” she told me, “let’s get into bed.”

So we did. Mum lay on her back and I snuggled up to her, resting my head on her shoulder. Taking a chance, I cupped her breast with my free hand. She didn’t object, allowing me to feel her up. I could feel her nipple stiffening against my palm, and it stirred up my desire all over again.

I had all sorts of deliciously wicked thoughts going through my mind, mainly about Mum and Henri in bed together. I wanted to talk to Mum some more about that, I wanted to try to persuade her to have sex with me, I wanted an orgasm.

Instead of doing any of those things, I surprised myself by falling asleep.

***

I woke up the next morning in Mum’s bed. The aroma of bacon was in the air, so I knew that Mum was making breakfast.

As I yawned and stretched, it struck me this was the longest I’d gone without masturbating since learning how a week earlier started last weekend. Well, I told myself, I need to do something about that. What with thoughts of Mum and Henri still swimming around in my brain, the memory of cuddling naked with Mum the night before and scent of her lingering on the sheets, there was no way I would be getting out of bed without making myself come. I was getting quite good at it, and reckoned I could take care of business in a couple of minutes, given how excited I was.

Pushing the blankets to one side, I spread my legs and started rubbing my clit. In my mind I pictured Mum naked on the bed with Henri on top of her, the two of them sharing hot, sexy kisses. Then the vision shifted, and I imagined Henri lying between my mother’s thighs, licking her kitty.

I was working my clit as fast as I could and nearing orgasm when a new, very naked third person jumped into my fantasy from nowhere, eagerly joining Mum and Henri as they continued to fuck. Shocked by my perverted imagination, I paused, shaking my head in an effort to banish that third person, but she wouldn’t be budged.

Desperate to have an orgasm, I gave in and embraced the fantasy. Mum was now licking Henri, and kneeling behind them, thrusting her fingers in and out of Mum, was my younger sister Lilly.

I felt like that was wrong somehow, having dirty thoughts about my seven-year-old sister, but my body didn’t agree. I began to think about Lilly and how cute she was, seeing her through the eyes of sexual desire for the first time. She’d never been an especially bashful girl, so I was well familiar with the sight of her in the nude. Now I drew on those images of my sister, conjuring up a new fantasy of the two of us in bed and in each other’s arms, kissing again and again. I imagined myself making love to Lilly, teaching her what girls do with other girls, even though I didn’t exactly know what that was just yet. Before long, I had a beautiful and extremely intense orgasm thinking about my sister.

Afterwards, I didn’t let myself dwell on it, just got up and headed into the bathroom to shower off. Later, while getting dressed for school, I turned the idea over in my mind, soon deciding that I didn’t feel bad or guilty about wanting to have sex with Lilly. After all, I reasoned, Mum wants to make love to me, and I’m totally okay with that… so why shouldn’t I feel the same way about my little sister? 

That morning at breakfast, I saw Lilly in a different light for the first time… and that gave me some very interesting ideas. Once Mum had taught me what I needed to know about being a lesbian, why couldn’t I pass those lessons on to Lilly? Big sisters were supposed to do stuff like that. One thing for certain: now I was more impatient than ever for Saturday to come around.

After an uneventful day at school, Mia came home with me like we’d planned. My idea was that we’d just hang out in my room, listening to music or whatever until dinner was ready. Mia has met Mum and Lilly a few times, so I took her to the living room first to say hello.

Mia has gorgeous silky brown hair and blue eyes, perfect pale skin and an infectious smile. But it’s her kind heart that I love best… in fact, Mia is one of the sweetest people I know. The problem was Mum and Lilly were as taken with her as I was. After about ten minutes, I sort of hinted that Mia and I should go upstairs, but everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves so much that in the end, I suggested we all play Pictionary instead. Even Mum joined in, saying she’d order a pizza instead of cooking, which we unanimously agreed was a great idea.

In the end, I was glad that we stayed downstairs. The four of us had a marvelous time eating slices of pizza and playing our game. Mia has a quick wit and gave as good as she got in the playful banter.

The evening passed far too quickly, but before she left I invited Mia to spend the night with me on Friday, with the promise of more games and takeaway from this incredible curry house a few blocks over. She told me that she’d love to, and that made me so happy that I gave her a big hug.

I stayed behind with Lilly while Mum drove Mia home, which was about a ten minute drive there and back. I was beginning to panic a bit when she hadn’t returned half an hour later, but then I heard the familiar sound of her car pulling into our drive.

I confronted Mum when she came in. “You were gone for ages, Mum —  is everything okay?”

She made a face. “Sorry about that, sweetie. I was speaking to Nicole, Mia’s mum.”

“Why?”

“Well, if Mia is going to stay over on Friday, I would’ve had to chat with her mother at some point. This seemed like a good opportunity to get to know her. As it happens, she’s very nice. I met Mia’s sisters, too. Evie, who is just the cutest little thing, is eight… and Charlotte is fifteen.”

“Mia says that Charlotte prefers to be called ‘Lottie’. What are they like? I’ve never met them.”

“They’re all very pretty with dark hair. You can tell they’re a family. Honestly, I didn’t speak to the girls much. I just had a quick natter with Nicole, small talk really. I like her, though, she seems nice.”

“I’d love to meet her. Maybe Mia will invite me to stay at her house sometime”

Mum nodded. “Maybe she will, sweetie… but don’t get upset if she doesn’t.”

“I won’t.” Actually, I already knew that I’d be devastated if Mia didn’t ever ask me over to her house.

Taking my hand, Mum gave it a squeeze. “Poppy, I want to thank you for staying downstairs tonight and playing games with your sister and me, that was nice. Lilly loved it; so did I.”

“That’s okay. I like games, too, and so does Mia.”

“I know that you wanted to hang out with her in your room. But when you saw how much Lilly liked Mia’s company, you did the sisterly thing and put her first. It was very generous of you, the mature thing to do.”

“Honestly, I didn’t put that much thought into it. Everyone was having such a lovely time, so… I don’t know, it just felt like the right thing to do, staying downstairs. And yeah, it was nice to see Lilly in such a good mood. She can be annoying sometimes, but I love the little squirt.”

Mum had to laugh at that. “Lilly’s a lot like you, only growing up faster. She’s in a much bigger rush than you were at that age.”

“Really?”

“Uh-huh. Your sister looks up to you, more than you might think.”

I arched an eyebrow. “We’re talking about Lilly here — dark hair, complete brat?” I wasn’t about to tell Mum about the other thoughts I’d been having about my younger sister.

Mum giggled. “She’s not that bad.”

“She’s so… so private lately. Won’t let me set foot in her room.”

“Lilly’s at a… complicated place in her life right now,” Mum said, looking thoughtful. “Here’s something that you might not believe, but it’s true. Your sister really wants to be closer to you. She’d never admit it, maybe not even to herself. If you keep making Lilly feel special, like you did tonight… I think she’d blossom like a flower.”

That definitely gave me something to think about. “Thanks for telling me that, Mum,” I said, then gave her a big hug.

***

The following afternoon when we got home from school, I asked Lilly if she wanted to play a game in my room. I thought at first that she was going to go along with it, but then her cheeks turned a bit red and she  said, “Nah, that’s okay… I’m, umm, gonna go watch iCarly.” Then she left the room like she was in a hurry.

Mum overheard, and when I went into the kitchen she said to me, “She wants to spend time with you, but doesn’t want to seem like she does.” She laughed.  “Be patient with your sister, sweetie… and keep being nice to her. Rome wasn’t built in a day, you know.” I still didn’t quite understand why Lilly was behaving in such an odd way, but at least figured that Mum was right, and I should keep trying to spend time with my little sister.

That night I tried to join Mum in bed again, but she didn’t want us doing that all the time, for Lilly’s sake. That was annoying but understandable. I didn’t want my sister to feel left out, or start guessing at what Mum and I were up to, that we were about to become lovers. At least being alone in my own bed meant I could masturbate every night. I didn’t get enough sleep, though, because I couldn’t stop thinking about exciting stuff — being friends with Henri, Mia staying over the next night, and most of all, the big day on Saturday.

I had an especially interesting Friday. Mia was at a music lesson, so I was eating lunch on my own in the food hall. Then Henri came and sat with me, giving me a big kiss and hug.

“How are you?” she asked, all smiles.

I was so excited to be spending time with Henri, but tried not to let it show too much. “I’m good. You?”

She looked around to be sure she wasn’t overheard, then leaned in and spoke quietly. “I heard you spoke to your mum. Sorry about not trying to get to know you sooner — they wouldn’t let me.”

“That’s okay, I understand. I’m glad we’re friends now.”

Her voice got even softer. “Did your mum tell you everything?”

I nodded. “She told me about you and your mum… that you were, um, lovers.”

Henri was holding my hand in her lap, stroking it. It was terribly distracting, and I was starting to get wet. “Anything else?” she said.

I looked around again, just to be sure no one could hear us. “Yeah, that she’s lovers with your mum, too. She also told me she had sex with you, too. Like, a bunch of times.”

Giving my hand a squeeze, Henri sat back in her chair, pleased as punch. “She did tell you everything, good on her. And, yeah, it’s true. Your mum and I have made love, gosh, more times than I can remember.” She gave me a big smile. “So… tomorrow’s the big day with your mum. Are you nervous?”

“Yeah, really nervous.”

“You’ll be fine, just go with the flow. You’re lucky, your mother is a fucking awesome lover. She’s kind, gentle and soooo generous. I don’t know what she has planned for tomorrow, but I’m sure it’ll be wonderful.” She paused for a moment. “Can I ask you something, Poppy?”

“Sure.”

“Are you a virgin?”

“Uh-huh.”

“You and Mia are taking things slow, then?”

That confused me for a second. “What? Me and Mia? No, it’s not like that, we’re just friends.”

“Oh, I see. I’m sorry, I kinda thought you two were, um, together.”

“Don’t blame you, I s’pose we are together a lot. She’s staying over at my house tonight.”

Her eyes lit up like sparklers. “Ooh, maybe you’ll get a chance to see if she is interested in you.”

Could she be? Funny, I’d never really thought about that. “I don’t think so. I’m pretty sure she likes boys.”

Henri gave a little shrug. “She might like girls, too.”

“I hadn’t thought of that.” Suddenly I began to wonder about Mia, if she could have a crush on me. Or, wait a tick… could I have a crush on her? Just like that, I was seeing my best friend in a whole new way. “Wow,” I said, “you’re really… what’s that word for, er, being able to figure things out about people?”

Kiki laughed. “You must mean ‘perceptive’. Thanks for that. I’m not just a pretty face, you know.” She gave me a wink.

“That’s for sure. Mum sure thinks that. I can tell she likes you and Kiki a lot.”

“Aw… we love her too, Poppy. And she adores you. Your mum has told us so much about you, I felt like we were friends before even meeting. D’you remember that necklace and the earrings your mum got you for your last birthday?”

“Yeah?” Wait, Henri knew about those?

“They were actually from Mum and me. I even picked them out. Did you like them?”

“Oh my God, you did? Henri, I love them so much, you’ve no idea.”

“Do you wear them often?”

“No, no — they’re too nice to wear just any place. Special occasions only. Thank you so much!”

“You’re welcome, babe, it was a pleasure. So, how’s everything else? Anyone giving you any grief for being friends with me?”

“No, everything’s fine. People are talking, but nothing bad. How about you, are your friends okay about it?”

Henri was still holding my hand, her finger stroking the palm in a way that distracted me a bit. “Oh, I’ve had a few digs here and there,” she said, “but not from anyone I care about. Just small people with small minds.”

“Um, Henri? How can I find out if Mia, y’know, likes me… but without looking like an idiot?”

“Just have fun and be yourself. Sounds like lame advice, but it isn’t. And for what it’s worth, I already thought you two were an item, so I’d say you’re in with a good shot.”

“You really think so?”

“Well, what have you got to lose? If Mia really cares about you, she wouldn’t stop being your friend because you’re gay. Even if you want to go to bed with her!” Henri studied my face thoughtfully. “Do you want to go to bed with her?”

My mind was racing. Did I want that? The answer hit me so abruptly that I felt dizzy. Yes, yes, I loved Mia, I always had… and I wanted her, too! It was like I knew it all along, yet somehow didn’t see it.

“I… I do want to. Wow.” I was dazed, feeling hot and cold at the same time. In love with Mia… Fuck me, that was wild!

Henri looked down at the table. I was surprised to see that she was blushing. “Say, Poppy… can I ask you a favour?”

“Sure.”

“Have you met Mia’s older sister Lottie?”

“No, why?”

“I’ve got a major crush on her!”

“Wow! Is she nice?”

“Poppy, honestly, she is so cute. Anyway, I was kinda hoping you would, well, help me out?”

“Sure, I’d be glad to. Only, um… how?”

“I don’t know! Maybe try to find out if she likes girls, that would be a big help.”

Hmmm… maybe I can ask Mia about her, I thought. “Okay, I’ll try. I’ll let you know if I find out anything.”

She patted my arm. “You’re the best, thank you.” She glanced at her watch. “Oh, hell, Gotta fly. See you tomorrow!” Making a kissing sound, she picked up her book bag and hastened from the food hall.

***

When Mia came home with me after school, we all sat at the table in the kitchen and played games. Mum checked it was okay with me first, though. She said it was okay if I wanted to go to my room with Mia, but I knew Lilly would be disappointed if we didn’t spend some time with her.

My little sister’s a clever one, though. She chose to play Monopoly, which she doesn’t normally like playing, but knows that it takes ages to finish. Mum laughed when she saw the look on my face.

It was still fun, anyhow, and it turned out that Mia is a ruthless player, taking us all out in quick order. Her family plays the game a lot, we found out. We had Chinese food, then after dinner, around 8:30, Mia and I went up to my room. I’ve only got a single bed, so Mum put a camp bed up for Mia next to mine.

I put the radio on and we sat on my bed and chatted about this and that. I was desperate to tell her more about what had been happening with me, not wanting to keep secrets from my best friend. But there was so much to tell that I knew Mia would freak out if I dropped it all on her in one go.

The subject of boys hadn’t come up yet, and I was working up the courage to ask her if she was interested in girls when a song came on the radio, “I Kissed a Girl” by Katie Perry. Perfect! I turned the volume up loud, and started singing along, dancing around the room and laughing. Mia joined me, and we sang the whole song together then fell on the bed in fits of giggles when it ended.

We were lying on our sides facing each other when Mia asked me, “Have you ever kissed a girl?”

On the one hand, that question was the perfect opening to bring the subject up. On the other hand, the girl I kissed was my mother… and I didn’t exactly want to tell her that. I hoped that she wouldn’t ask who it was, but if she did I’d lie about meeting a girl while we were on holiday in Spain the year before. It wasn’t much of a plan, but it would do.

“Yes. Have you?”

“No… no, I haven’t, what was it like? Did you use your tongue?”

My heart was thumping. This was it — my big chance. “Um, Mia? Would you like to… to try it, so you know how it feels?”

“Yeah, sure,” she answered without hesitation.

I closed my eyes and leaned in, our lips came together and then… wow, her tongue darted into my mouth! I was expecting a little kiss, not this full-on assault, and I broke away without meaning to. I didn’t want to hurt Mia’s feelings, so I moved in to kiss her again — but pulled back, teasing her a little bit. Then I gave her a few soft pecks before slowly going back in for another real kiss. This time she opened her mouth, but didn’t bring her tongue into it. I gently teased her tongue with mine, encouraging her to kiss me back, and just like that, we drifted into a delicious French kiss that I felt right down to my toes.

Wrapping both arms around Mia’s back, I drew her close. Mia let out a sort of satisfied purring sound as we kissed and for a moment I forgot where I was. The whole universe was reduced to me and my best friend… only now I knew for certain that I was in love with her, too.

When we broke off, Mia was blushing. “You’re a good kisser,” I told her.

“You’re a brilliant kisser! Sorry, I went a bit mental at the beginning. You were more gentle, and softer. I can tell you’ve done it before. Um, who did you kiss, then?”

Don’t ask me why, but my story about the mythical Spanish girl went out the window.

“I promised her I wouldn’t tell anyone. Nobody else knows, either. I don’t want to break my promise. but I don’t want to lie to you either. I’m sorry.”

Mia shook her head. “Don’t you be sorry, it’s fine. That just makes you a good friend, one who can keep a secret.”

That worked out better than I’d expected, so I took a chance. “Do you like girls?”

She blushed, hid her face in her hands and laughed — more from nerves than anything else, then said, “I think so. Actually, I know so. I’m not into boys. Are you?”

I expected her to ask that, and was ready with my reply, “I only like girls. I thought about it a lot and recently figured out that I’m a lesbian.”

She was surprised, I could see that. “Are you going to tell your mum?”

“I already told her… and Lilly.”

Mia gasped. “No way!”

“Uh-huh. They were really good about it. Mum completely understood and gave me a big hug, and Lilly didn’t seem to care one way or the other.” Obviously, I’d left a whole lot out, but at least what I told Mia was true.

She sighed. “You are so lucky to have such a cool mum and sister.”

“They have their moments, I suppose,” I laughed. What’s your family like? Would they be okay with it if you told them you like girls?”

“No idea. I’m not sure Evie would understand properly, but she’d be okay, I think. As for Mum and Lottie? They’d probably be cool with it, I guess. Don’t know, really.”

“Mum told me that it doesn’t matter if you like girls, or boys, or both. She said as long as I’m happy, that’s all that matters.”

“That’s good advice. I like your mum, she’s nice.”

“Yeah, she is. By the way, does Lottie have a boyfriend?”

Shit. There I go again, blurting stuff out. I knew straight away I’d dug myself in a hole.

Mia was giving me a puzzled look. “Not that I know of. Why?”

I was so proud of myself for not lying to Mia earlier that I didn’t want to start then, so I just said, “Oh, I was just wondering if she liked girls.” At least that was the truth, if only part of it.

“Oh, um, I don’t think so. Shall I ask her?”

“Gosh no, don’t do that! I was just curious. Forget I asked.”

“Okay. Um, can we kiss again? I think I need some practice. You know, for when I get a girlfriend.”

“Practice? Okay, we can practice,” I said with a wink. She giggled when I said that, which I thought was the cutest thing. We slowly came together until our mouths met again, her tongue shyly met mine, and just like that, I was lost to the world.

We spent ages making out on my bed and talking about girls, giggling as we shared our secret crushes. I wondered how Mia would react if I told her that I’d been having sex thoughts about my little sister, but there was no way I was going to bring that up for real. It made me wonder if Mia had ever felt that way about her own kid sister Evie. That idea really got me hot.

At one point, we were lying on our sides on the bed while we kissed. I was facing the door, and Mia had her back to it. We were French kissing and touching each other’s bums when Mum knocked on the door and came in.

I didn’t move, but Mia sat bolt upright in a flash, her cheeks flushed bright red.

Mum, bless her, just carried on like there was nothing wrong. “I’m off to bed shortly. Do you girls need anything before I turn in?”

I held Mia’s hand to show her everything was okay, but the poor girl was shaking.

“Thanks, Mum, but I think we’re okay.”

She smiled. “If you girls want a midnight snack or anything, just help yourselves. Have fun. Night.”

“Goodnight, Mum,” I said as she left.

Mia was too shook up to say anything, but once Mum was gone she turned to me, panic in her eyes. “Oh my God, oh my God! Do you think she saw us?”

“Of course she saw us. Calm down, it’s fine, Mum is cool. She won’t say anything to anyone. Remember, I already told her I was gay.”

“God, if she tells my mum I’ll die.”

“Mia, look at me.” I held both her hands and looked her in the eye. “I promise you she won’t say anything, but in the morning I’ll make double sure and ask her to keep it a secret. Okay?”

“I suppose,” she mumbled. “Sorry, Poppy… I didn’t mean to panic like that.” Falling into a morose silence, she finally said, “Er, it’s late. Shall we get into bed?”

“Sure.”

Damn. Mia sure got spooked by Mum’s intrusion. I’d intended to suggest she share my bed instead of that old cot, but she didn’t seem to be in the mood for any more kissing. She even wanted to get undressed in the dark. I don’t know how she did it with the light off. I fell over twice, which was kinda funny and lightened the mood a bit.

After so much kissing, my kitty was aching to be touched. Mia’s cot was far too close for me to masturbate without her knowing, and I didn’t want to freak her out again, so I had to go without my nighttime orgasm. I contented myself with knowing that I’d just be that much more aroused tomorrow for my big night with Mum. Not long after that, I fell asleep.

On to Chapter Five!

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Birds in Flight, Chapter 9

  • Posted on July 4, 2021 at 3:06 pm

By Girl Lover

While Mabel dozed with her little girl lovers down the hall, Jill was lying naked on the bed, her legs hanging off the edge, watching as Linda undressed, then stepped into the harness of the strap-on dildo, then buckled it in place.

Over the past two days, Jill had grown increasingly impressed with how quickly Linda had taken to using the dildo. The ten-year-old had become something of an expert in fucking hard and fast; a far cry from the shy, timid girl who still winced whenever Jill used the word “fuck”.

Linda squirted some lube onto the tip and slathered it over the rest of the dildo, then came over to where Jill lay, clutching the latex prick in her hand.

Jill pulled both legs back, opening her cunt, then watched with keen interest as her little lover carefully guided the bulbous head of the dildo inside of her and began to pump her hips.

“Tell me if it hurts,” Linda reminded her.

Jill smiled. Linda always worried about that. “It won’t hurt.”

Gripping Jill’s upraised legs, Linda worked the slippery cock in and out, slowly at first — then, feeling the tickler at the base of the dildo pressing against her clit with every thrust, her movements soon became wilder, even frenzied.

Fighting the urge to close her eyes, Jill stared in awe at her underage love partner, fascinated by how she was transformed completely by the act of fucking. It was one of the best parts of dildo sex with Linda, watching the feral animal break through the little girl’s gentle exterior. Her eyes were narrowed to slits and her teeth bared, the child’s breath hissing through them with each hard stroke. It’s like she’s possessed, Jill thought. Like some crazy sex demon takes over Linda when she’s wearing a cock. “Does it feel good?” she asked.

“Y-yyeahhhh…” gasped Linda in a hoarse whisper, her lungs heaving in rhythm with her frantically bucking hips. Jill’s bouncing breasts caught her attention, and she fell against the older girl, grasping them with both hands. She bounced and writhed against Jill’s body, trying to push the dildo in even deeper,  driving Jill wild in the process.

Jill slid her hands down the sides of Linda’s pumping body, firmly grasping the ten-year-old’s buttocks,  drew Linda even closer, then wrapped both legs around her, pressing their groins together.

Linda continued to drive viciously into Jill, the breath leaving her body in explosive bursts of “Huh, huh, huh, huh…” Suddenly she went completely still, then gave a violent shiver, her face scrunching up. “Jill,” she gasped, “Omigod, Jill… it’s — it’s happening…”

Jill was panting, too. “Uh, let it h-happen, baby. Let it… oh yes let it c-come…!”

As Linda came, she squeezed Jill’s breasts harder and harder, to the point that it began to hurt. Jill kept quiet, though. She knew that Linda wasn’t aware of what she was doing, lost as she was in the onslaught of her orgasm. Watching this shy little girl’s contorted face and hearing her choked cries became too much, and soon Jill was coming herself.

“FFFFUUUUUUCCKKK!” Jill bellowed as the old familiar feeling raged and roared through her shuddering frame until she nearly blacked out. Linda, too weak to hold herself up, fell in a sweaty heap on top of her lover.

The dildo still buried inside, Jill held Linda’s quivering body against hers. “So good, babe,” she whispered. “Oooooohhh, so g-good.”

“Why… why does that… always… m-make me so tired…?” Linda mumbled, too weak to move.

“If you could see yourself when you’re fucking me, you’d know why,” Jill answered. “You get kinda crazy.” She held her little lover until Linda’s breath gradually slowed.

They rested for a bit longer, then Jill gently withdrew from their embrace, then rose to her feet. Unfastening the dildo from Linda’s body, she buckled it around her own waist. Linda began to sit up, but Jill stopped her, “Stay there. I want that cute little ass of yours.”

Linda reached back, covering her bottom with both hands “Oh, no you don’t. You’re not gonna put that in my butt!”

“Okay, okay,” Jill said. “But your butt is so adorable, I have to play with it. Let me kiss you there, at least.”

Linda shrugged. “Sure, if you want to.”

Jill slowly dragged a finger down the crack of Linda’s upraised bottom, admiring the sheer beauty of it. She stopped at her anus, pressing inwards with the gentlest of touches, feeling how soft and warm it was. She heard the little girl draw in her breath, felt her shiver. Unable to resist, she stooped down to lick the pretty pink rosebud, trailing her tongue several times through the crack of Linda’s ass.

“Oh, God… that feels weird. I can’t believe you like doing that so much!” Linda moaned.

Pausing in her rimming, Jill looked up. “Hey, you did it to me once, y’know.”

“Yeah, ‘cause you wanted it so much,” Linda said. “I don’t know… it just seems gross”

“Not if you’re clean, silly. Aren’t you a nice clean little girl, Linda? Hmmm, maybe not… clean little girls don’t let themselves get fucked, I bet. Not ever. And you like getting fucked, don’t you?” As if to make her point, Jill slid the tip of her finger into the ten-year-old’s cunt, moving it in tiny circles.

“Oh,” Linda whimpered. “Oh, yes…”

Reaching for the tube of Astroglide, Jill squirted some into her palm. She slathered the dildo with it, gently rubbed some into Linda’s vulva, then carefully placed the tip of the dildo against the little girl’s slit. Linda tensed slightly, but didn’t pull away. In fact, she moved her knees further apart, silently inviting Jill to enter.

Her heart pounding like thunder, Jill eased an inch or two of the latex cock into the child’s snug pussy, pausing when Linda inhaled sharply. “You okay?” she asked.

“I… I’m okay,” Linda gasped. “Go real slow, though. I’m a little sore from last night.” She took a few long, deep breaths, then said, “Okay, you can go in a little more.”

Jill sank the dildo inside another couple of inches, moving slowly, slowly. “Still hurt?”

Linda took a few breaths, “No, I think it’s okay. You c-can do it to me now.”

Jill resisted an urge to laugh. Oh, my little angel, she thought. Still can’t bring yourself to say, ‘Fuck me,, but you’ll let me take you from behind with a strap-on cock. Shaking her head in awe, she worked the dildo even deeper, going as gradually as possible.

Once she’d fully entered Linda, Jill began pumping in and out. Slowly at first, then a little faster, always mindful not to push too hard. Linda was mewling and moaning, lost in helpless pleasure, and Jill knew the girl wasn’t going to last long. In fact, she was probably going to come again herself, with the base of the dildo at the exact right angle to apply pressure to her clitoris.

God, fucking her gets me so hot! Jill thought. That cute little ass of hers, offered up to me like the best present in the world… the sight of her sweet baby cunt, open to take my cock… the smell of her!  Jill took a deep breath, drinking in the tantalizing aroma of a little girl in heat.

With Linda bent over, her ass at an accommodating angle, Jill was able to penetrate the ten-year-old deeper than before, touching something inside her young lover with each stroke that made Linda cry out loud .

Knowing they had reached the point of no return, Jill bent over the trembling girl, thrusting a hand between Linda’s thighs to stroke her tiny clitoris. That immediately set the child off, her voice rising to a choked scream as she exploded in orgasm. Her excitement at a fever pitch, Jill came seconds later.

The two lovers were motionless, their bodies rigid, souls lost in boundless ecstasy. Linda held her breath, then released it in a sob-like groan slowly sinking into the damp sheets. Jill withdrew the slippery-wet prick, causing Linda to suck in her breath. She turned over and fell onto her back, a weak but very happy smile on her lips.

Unfastening the harness with clumsy fingers, Jill brought the dildo to her lips and began to lick the warm fluids from its length, humming with pleasure as she relished the sharp, sweet tang of pussy. Once she’d cleaned every trace of her lover from the toy, she let it drop to the floor, then rolled over to face Linda.

The young woman and the little girl drifted together in a gentle kiss that quickly grew heated. Linda traced Jill’s mouth with her tongue. “Mmmmm,” she purred, “you taste like me.”

“Is that a good thing?” Jill teased.

“Um, yeah,” Linda replied, blushing slightly. “The first time I kissed your p-pussy, I thought it was kinda weird tasting. But now, I really like it!” Twining her arms around Jill’s neck, she whispered, “I love you.”

“I love you, too,” Jill replied. “We should get some sleep now. Tomorrow’s a school day, remember.”

Pulling the blankets over their damp bodies, they settled in, nestling together. Jill reached over to switch off the lamp on the nightstand, plunging the room into darkness.

After a moment of silence, Linda spoke. “Do you think things will be okay at school?”

“What do you mean?”

“Will the other kids be nice? Will I be able to spend any time with you? What if somebody finds out about us? What if…”

“Shhh,” Jill whispered. “Don’t worry. I’ll be there and nothing will happen to us.”

“I… I just want everything to be okay.”

Jill leaned forward to place a kiss on Linda’s forehead. “It will be.” Humming an old hymn she’d loved as a little girl, she cradled Linda until they both fell asleep.

***

Mabel awoke when she felt something tickling her. Allowing her eyes to slowly drift open, she saw Emma and Madison kneeling on either side, giggling as they played with her breasts. A glance at the clock told her that it was almost time for them to get up. Smiling at the girls, she said, “Having fun?”

“Uh-huh!” they answered in unison.

Pausing for a leisurely yawn, Mabel said, “It’s time for us to get up and get you young ladies ready for school.”

“Can we touch your boobs just a little longer?” Madison pleaded.

“No, we need to get up now.”

“Awww!” the girls groaned.

“Tell you what… we can take a shower together. How does that sound?”

Needless to say, this idea appealed to the girls in a big way. Moments later, the three of them marched into the bathroom and climbed into the shower stall.  Mabel turned on the water, then poured some soap into her hands and began to rub it into her breasts.

“Nooo! Let me do that!” Emma protested.

“Okay,” Mabel laughed. Reaching for the shampoo, she squirted a dollop into her hand and began rubbing it into her hair, then did the same for the girls.

Even after rinsing the shampoo from their heads, Emma was still rubbing Mabel’s soap-slicked breasts.

“Emma, you can’t take all day doing — Madison?…What are you doing back there?!” The little girl had been soaping Mabel’s backside, and her finger had just slipped into the older woman’s rectum.

Madison’s expression was innocence itself. “I’m washing your bottom. I gotta do the inside too, right?””

“Well, yes…  but you girls mustn’t dawdle. We really need to get going.”

“But I like washing your bottom,” Madison pouted. “It’s so big and pretty.”

Mabel rolled her eyes, then whipped around to glare at Emma, “Young lady, take your fingers out of there!” The mischievous little imp was now probing Mabel’s vagina.

Quickly withdrawing her hand, Emma slipped those wet fingers into her mouth, sampling their flavor. “You taste yummy, Gramma,” she said, gazing at Mabel with adoring eyes.

Mabel sighed as she gazed at the naked little girls, already wanting them again. The temptation was strong to reach out for them, to kiss those pretty pink mouths. But no, she couldn’t let the girls be late for school, not on their first day.

Sternly taking herself in hand, Mabel turned off the water, then stepped out of the cubicle, reaching for a towel. “Come on… let’s dry each other off,” she said.

Once that had been accomplished, Mabel sent Emma and Madison back to her bedroom to get dressed, then she tapped on Jill and Linda’s door, making sure they were awake.

***

An hour later, the girls were all at school, separated into their individual grades, with Emma and Madison together in the third grade. Mabel was well known and quite respected in the community, and she had no trouble getting all four girls registered as her grandchildren.

In the days that followed, Linda’s concerns were put to rest — none of the other kids were hostile to her, some were even quite nice, and she was always able to have lunch with Jill. During the day, some kids would ask Linda questions, such as why she’d moved there, or where her parents were, and it was a little awkward when she didn’t have a ready answer. Still, it was like paradise on earth compared to her previous school. Linda still had occasional nightmares about that place.

Emma and Madison tended to stick together, even as they got acquainted with the other kids. Before long, they became friendly with one of their classmates, a pretty redhead named Shelly. Before long, the three girls were spending most of their time playing together.

By the end of the first week of school, Emma and Madison had come to like Shelly so much that they gradually let her in on the secret of their sex life, the pleasures they shared with Mabel and each other.

“You do all that?!” Shelly asked breathlessly.

“Uh-huh!” Emma replied proudly.

“It feels really good!” Madison chimed in, “And Gramma lets us touch her anywhere we want. She even pees on us!”

Shelly made a face. “Isn’t that gross?”

“No, it isn’t! It’s really cool,” said Emma. “I promise, you’ll like it.”

Shelly wasn’t sure about the idea of getting peed on, but found herself very interested in playing sex games with the girls and their grandmother, so made plans for her to spend Friday night with them. Shelly got permission from her parents, and on Friday afternoon when Jill and Linda made their way to the corner where Mabel picked them up after school, they saw a little red-headed girl waiting with Emma and Madison.

“Who’s this?” Jill asked.

“This is Shelly,” Emma answered.

“She’s gonna spend the night with us,” Madison added.

Jill studied the three girls, narrowing her eyes. “Where is she going to sleep?”

“With us,” Madison replied, all innocence.

“You mean, you two and… Mabel.”

Madison nodded, her eyes dancing. “She really wants to meet her.”

Suddenly nervous, Linda said, “Did you guys tell her about…”

Emma and Madison nodded gleefully.

“Oh, my God. Girls, you’re not supposed to tell anyone about that!” Jill scolded them.

“But it’s okay,” Emma insisted. “Shelly wants to play with her.”

“I do,” Shelly added.

Linda was furious. “You two… aaarrggh!” She turned to Jill, spreading her arms in a gesture of utter helplessness. “They’re crazy, Jill. These two are gonna end up inviting every girl in their grade over to have sex with your grandmother.”

“We won’t, either!” Emma cried, “Just Shelly, honest!”

“We had to tell her,” Madison added. “She’s our best friend!”

Right then, Mabel pulled up to the sidewalk in her Suburban, all smiles. Shaking her head, Jill remarked, “Well, I guess we’re about to find out what Gramma thinks about this.”

As everyone climbed in, Mabel’s brow furrowed at the sight of this strange girl seated between Emma and Madison. “Well, hello, young lady,” she said. “Are we giving you a ride home?”

“Uh-uh, Gramma,” Emma said. “This is Shelly. She wants to spend the night with us.”

Mabel turned around to face the younger girls, her face gone pale. “What are you talking about?”

Suddenly unsure of herself, Emma mumbled, “Her parents said it was okay.”

“But you didn’t ask me,” Mabel said, her tone now deadly serious.

“Well, can she?”

Mabel shook her head. “I’m sorry girls, but she can’t.”

“But we told her she can do sexy stuff with you,” Madison blurted out. Mabel gasped in horror. Madison added, “Shelly won’t tell anyone! She promised not to!”

“Girls!” Mabel cried. “I can’t believe you two. I specifically told you not to say anything about us.”

“But Shelly’s our best friend,” Madison implored.

“This is supposed to be a secret.” Mabel took a deep breath, clutching the steering wheel. “ You girls need to understand that this is a very small community and everybody here knows each other. I already know Shelly. I’ve been friends with her parents for years. If they found out that I did anything sexual with their daughter, they’d be furious. In fact, they’d probably have me arrested. Is that what you want… for me to go to jail?”

The girls seemed to wilt under Mabel’s stern gaze. “Sorry, Gramma,” Madison mumbled. “I don’t want anything bad to happen to you.”

“We won’t say nothing to anyone else, Gramma,” Emma said, her expression mournful. “Cross my heart an’ hope to die.”

“See that you don’t. You can’t just be inviting girls over to join us in bed, because I have no desire to be known as the local harlot. And at my age, the last thing I need is trouble with the law. Our relationship at home stays at home. Do you understand?”

All three solemnly nodded their heads. Mabel looked at each of them in turn, then centered her attention on Shelly, “Um… did Emma and Madison tell you everything that we do?”

“I think so,” Shelly said, nodding her head, then added, “D-do you really kiss each other’s trickles? I’d like to try that.””

“My lord,” Mabel muttered, looking heavenward.

Madison piped up, “We told her about how you pee on us, too.”

Mabel closed her eyes for a moment, then spoke, trying to keep her voice measured and even. “Girls, I don’t… pee on you. I keep trying to explain that it’s just something that happens when I get excited.”

“I like it when you pee on me, Gramma,” Madison said.

Mabel sighed.

***

Once they got home, Emma and Madison wanted to give Shelly the grand tour, starting with the enormous backyard. Off they went in a flurry of giggles,  while Jill led Linda outside to the hammock.

“Do you two have homework?” Mabel asked them.

“I was going to do it in the hammock,” Linda answered as she took off her backpack.

To which Jill added, “And I’m going to do Linda in the hammock.”

“Jill,” Mabel scolded, “Don’t distract Linda from her homework. And remember, we’ve got company.”

“Well, what will you be doing with our ‘company’ later?” Jill countered with a knowing smile.

Mabel narrowed her eyes at Jill, “Don’t be a smart aleck.”

Jill followed Linda down the hallway to their bedroom. As Linda took out her textbook, Jill stripped down  to her panties, then pulled on a quite-revealing tank top over her bare breasts.

Linda stared at her, “Is that what you’re gonna wear outside?”

Jill laughed. “Don’t pretend that you don’t enjoy seeing me like this… or that you don’t want me to make love to you.” She swooped Linda up in her arms, carrying her through the doorway.

“Hey!” Linda protested, but she was already giggling. Jill carried her out into the living room, over to the patio door, which Linda opened for her. Carefully making her way out to the hammock, Jill laid Linda in it, then situated herself behind the ten-year-old so that Linda was in her lap, Jill’s arms wrapped snugly around her.

“I have to read Chapter Five. See, this is a chromosome,” Linda pointed to a picture. “It’s made of DNA.”

“I don’t care about chromosomes,” Jill purred in her ear, “Right now, all I’m interested in are these.” She lightly pinched Linda’s nipples.

“Hey! Shelly is right there in the kitchen. She can see us!”

Jill snickered. “She’s gonna be too distracted by Gramma’s tits to pay any attention to us.” She nibbled at Linda’s ear, then added, “Anyhow, if Shelly is gonna be part of all this, she might as well know that we’re lovers.”

“I guess you’re right.” Returning to her book, Linda tried to concentrate on the text while Jill was feeling her up, then paused, raising her head.. “Jill?”

“Hmmm?”

“Do you think any of those girls at school are pretty?”

“What do you mean?”

“Did you think any of them were good-looking? Like that blond sophomore with the miniskirt and big boobs. Think you might like her?”

“Why would I like her?” Jill asked.

Linda sighed. “I saw a lot of girls there who are way prettier than me.”

“Is that what this is about?” Jill murmured. frowning. “You’re afraid I might get involved with someone else?”

“If Emma and Madison want to be with other girls, I figured you might, too,” Linda was looking up at her, eyes tinged with concern

Jill gave the younger girl a reassuring squeeze “I left everything for you, kiddo. Why the heck would I want someone else? Especially some stuck-up cheerleader type. I used to be one of those myself, y’know.” She paused. “Besides, Emma and Madison are a couple of little sluts.”

“Don’t say that about my sister,” Linda retorted.

“Well, let’s face it… she’s obsessed with sex. Look at ‘em in there.” Jill nodded toward the three girls seated at the table, watching Mabel prepare dinner. “You know what they’re thinking about. Getting Gramma out of her clothes.”

“Okay, yeah. But Emma isn’t a slut. And neither is Madison. They just love Gramma, love being with her. That’s no reason to call them names.”

Dipping her head, Jill placed a soft kiss on Linda’s neck. “You’re right,” she murmured. “They aren’t sluts.”

***

Inside, as Mabel chopped vegetables on the cutting board, she was distinctly aware of the three girls sitting at the table, watching her intently. And despite their efforts to be discreet, it was pretty obvious what they were whispering about. Sex. And all the things the girls wanted to do with her that night when they turned in.

She couldn’t help but feel troubled about having Shelly there, though. She’d known the girl’s parents, Ed and Olive Banford, since they were children. They were good people, and the thought of deceiving them made her ache inside. And why was the purpose of this deception? So she could have sex with their underage daughter.

Mabel glanced over her shoulder at their guest. Despite her reservations, she had to admit that Shelly was a lovely child. She hadn’t failed to notice what a cute bottom the girl had when they exited the car. My goodness, Mabel thought. When did I… become like this?

Since taking Emma and Madison as her lovers, Mabel had caught herself feeling tingly at the sight of very young girls. Just the day before, while parked by the school, she’d watched a group of them jumping rope in the playground, all of them wearing shorts, and quickly lost herself in this vision of childish beauty, aroused by the sight of the girls’ bare legs as they leapt into the air over and over again.

She kept sneaking peeks at Shelly, already imagining how the girl looked naked, or how her pretty bare slit would taste. Emma and Madison were still sharing quiet comments with their new friend, no doubt filling Shelly with anticipation for the pleasures to come.

I guess I really am a lesbian now, Mabel thought. With a shrug, she turned back and continued to cut up the vegetables.

A moment later, she heard Emma say, “Gramma?”

“Yes?”

“Did you get more syrup from the store?”

“No. I’ll get some tomorrow.”

The girls whispered amongst themselves, then Emma asked, “Do we have any honey, then?”

Mabel sighed. She knew why they were asking. “No.”

More whispering. “What about gravy?”

Mabel gave the girls a stern look as she turned around, “Now look, girls, when we go to bed tonight, we’re not going to be doing anything messy. Okay? No syrup or honey, and certainly no gravy.”

The three girls exchanged disappointed looks. Emma then asked, “Can you drink a bunch of water, then?”

“Yeah!” Madison chimed in. “A whole bunch of water. Like a gallon.”

Mabel stared at them incredulously. I bet there aren’t many lesbians who have to deal with this kind of thing, she told herself. “No, girls. We’re just going to let tonight happen on its own without… without me doing anything that I’ll probably regret in the morning.” Madison and Emma were pouting a bit, so Mabel gave them a sweet smile. “Don’t you worry, girls. We’ll still have fun, okay?” Peering at the clock, she frowned. “Oh, my — is it that late? Why don’t the three of you get out the silverware and napkins, then set the table for me?”

Moments later, the three youngsters were chatting merrily, their disappointment forgotten as they arranged the dinner settings..

***

Outside in the hammock, Linda had finished her reading and was relaxing, her head resting on Jill’s shoulder, using a finger to lazily trace lines down the older girl’s chest. Though she’d found it embarrassing at first, Linda was glad now that Jill had worn such a revealing top with nothing underneath. The fabric was so thin that it was practically transparent, and it was cut low in front, revealing quite a lot of Jill’s lovely breasts.

Linda adored every bit of her older lover, but she had the biggest crush on Jill’s boobs, nearly always wanting to touch and kiss them. Her finger, drawing little circles, edged closer and closer to the creamy globe. Then unable to hold back anymore, she drew a line with her finger that traveled across the soft bulge of Jill’s breast. She quickly glanced up to see if Jill was watching, blushing to see that she was. Without meaning to, Linda jerked her hand away.

“Don’t stop,” Jill whispered. Reaching down for the hem of her shirt, she hoisted it up to reveal her breasts. “Suck my nipples”

Linda leaned closer, her lips parting…

“Jill? It’s getting dark,” Mabel called from the patio door. “Are you coming?”

“I’m trying to,” Jill muttered, then called back, “We’re really comfy, Gramma. Do you need us right this minute?”

“Yes, you girls come on in. Dinner’s ready, and it’s getting dark.”

Grabbing her book, Linda jumped out of the hammock while Jill huffed in frustration, then resignedly got out herself and followed.

“What’re we having?” Linda exclaimed as she bounced in.

“Vegetable soup and sandwiches, dear.”

They ate dinner, enjoying each other’s company until after enjoying slices of Mabel’s peach pie for dessert. Laying her fork down, Jill stood up and reached out for Linda’s hand, “C’mon, babe… let’s go upstairs.” Eyes sparkling, Linda rose from the table with a blissful smile, and the two lovers left the dining room hand in hand without a word. Seconds later, they could be heard mounting the stairs leading to their bedroom.

“Where are they going?” Shelly asked, puzzled by the older girls’ behavior.

Emma whispered in her new friend’s ear, and Shelly’s hands flew to her mouth, “Omigod! Really?!”

Mabel cleared away the dishes while the girls talked, her mind awhirl as to what was in store for her that night. This new love she’d found with Emma and Madison had changed her life in a beautiful way, and she was grateful for it. But being the lover of little girls carried a serious risk. What if Shelly said something to her mother and father, or to someone at school? What if she wanted to come over every night, and her parents started wondering why?

Hearing the chairs squeak behind her, Mabel turned to see the three girls running off into their bedroom. Despite her mounting arousal, she took her time with the washing up. When the last of  the dishes were put away, Mabel took off her apron and turned out the lights.

She remembered how nervous she was on her first night with the girls. Now, thinking about Shelly, she was feeling that same nervousness. She made her way toward their bedroom door, her heart pounding. Maybe they just want to stay up gossiping or watch TV or something, she told herself.

Taking a deep breath, Mabel opened the door to see all three girls seated on the bed. They were completely naked, and smiling expectantly at her.

“Lord help me,” Mabel whispered.

On to Chapter Ten!

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Idol II, Part Three

  • Posted on June 30, 2021 at 5:11 pm

By No One

In the morning Shana picked the girls up in the limousine, with Matthew behind the wheel. Never having been in a limo before, Stacy was hugely impressed, marveling at the interior space, the plushness of the seats, and other amenities. Zoe, on the other hand, tried to play it cool like she’d seen it all before, even though she’d been just as giddy on the previous day’s ride.

For lunch, they went to an Italian restaurant Shana had looked up online, one that had been favorably reviewed by the local critics. The girls had pizza, while Shana tried their linguine carbonara. It wasn’t quite as good as what she was used to having in New York, but decent enough.

Afterwards, Shana had Matthew drive them to her hotel suite. Once the three of them had emerged from the car, she turned and tapped on the glass. When Matthew rolled the window down, she murmured, “You can have the rest of the day off. I’ll hang out with the girls for a couple of hours, then get ‘em an Uber home.”

“Will you need anything tonight?” Matthew said.

Shana shook her head. “Nah. I’m feeling kinda lazy. Think I’ll watch a movie or something, then turn in early. See you tomorrow morning.” With a brief smile, she turned away.

As the limo pulled away from the curb, Shana made her way over to the girls, who were chatting with the portly, grey-haired doorman. “Well, ladies,” she said, placing a hand on each girl’s shoulder, “shall we go inside?”

“Oh, yeah—let’s do it!” Zoe replied. Stacy gave a shy nod.

The doorman sprang to pull the heavy door open, and Shana steered the girls inside with a  smile for the man—his nametag read Arturo—reminding herself to have Matthew tip him generously before they left.

Zoe and Stacy seemed dazed by the luxury on display, looking all around with mouths slightly ajar as Shana led them to the elevators. Just wait till you see where they put me, she thought, smiling to herself.

Sure enough, the girls’ jaws dropped when they saw Shana’s suite, which featured an enormous living space with three couches, a huge TV and a fully equipped kitchen, as well as a separate bedroom, nearly as large and just as lavishly furnished, not to mention the rather ostentatious bathroom, which had been done from end to end in white marble.

Even Zoe couldn’t fake indifference this time. “Wow! This is your room? It must be bigger than our whole apartment!”

Shana smiled. “Not bad, huh? Didn’t expect such a fancy place here, I admit.”

Zoe and Stacy wandered around for a bit, jumping on the bed, trying out the couches, judging it all to be very comfortable. Shana sat and watched them frolic, feeling amused by their little girl exuberance—and just a tad turned on.

Spotting a large box filled with clothes in a corner of the living room section, Zoe pointed and asked, “What’s that?”

Shana smiled inwardly. In fact, she had carefully placed the box there earlier in the day for her guests to find. “Oh, some costumes and props of mine from past tours and the like. A bit of memorabilia, if you will. I thought you might have fun digging through them,” she said.

Zoe and Stacy looked at each other, mouths agape, then rushed over to the box as if it was a chest of pirate booty. Clothes flew out as they investigated its contents with much enthusiasm.

“Wow, isn’t this what you wore on the pictures inside the booklet of the Whispered Secrets album?” Zoe exclaimed, holding up a pink t-shirt.

“Uh, could be? It was used in some shoot, anyway. Sounds like you know better than me.” When Zoe gave her a weird look, she added, “Well, what? That was four years ago. Do you remember what you wore four years ago?”

“Guess not,” Zoe laughed, then went back to her exploration of the box.

“Whoa,” Stacy said after a moment, showing something to Zoe that Shana couldn’t quite see.

“Wow. That’s short.” Turning back to Shana, Zoe held up a tiny black-and-red micro-skirt, raising an eyebrow.

“Oh, that. It wasn’t actually used. That was a suggestion from a designer for my last tour, can you imagine? I told him I wasn’t a stripper. No way I’d wear that on stage.” The girls giggled. “You’re small, though,” Shana told Zoe, “it might suit you.”

Zoe grinned. “Can I try it on?”

“Be my guest.”

Shana wondered if Zoe intended to put the skirt on over her pants or take them off, definitely hoping for the latter. In fact, the girl seemed to ponder that very question for a second, then shrugged and undid her jeans, pushing them down to her ankles.

Stacy arched an eyebrow, clearly taken aback. She obviously hadn’t expected her friend to undress right then and there. Still, Shana didn’t miss the appreciative look the girl gave Zoe’s panty-clad ass. She couldn’t blame her; it was a pretty awesome sight.

Zoe tugged the skirt up to her waist, looked down at herself, then spun around and glanced from Stacy to Shana. “What do ya think?”

On her slight frame, the skirt went down to just above mid-thigh. While the elastic waistband was fairly tight, it hadn’t been designed for a 10-year-old, so the garment slid down a little, exposing the top of Zoe’s panties. It was a very sexy look.

“Not bad… not bad at all,” Shana said. “I’m sure your parents wouldn’t approve, but it looks good on you.”

Stacy examined Zoe with a critical eye, then smirked. “You look kinda slutty,” she said.

Zoe covered her mouth, pretending to be shocked, then lowered her hand to reveal a mischievous smile. “Does that mean you like it, then…?” she asked, doing a slow bump and grind, gazing into Stacy’s eyes.

Stacy obviously hadn’t expected her friend to react like that. She shot an alarmed glance towards Shana, then glared at Zoe. “Sh-shut up,” she muttered.

Shana smiled. She had the feeling the conversation would have gone a different way if she hadn’t been there. Maybe later.

Unperturbed, Zoe shrugged, then turned that sly smile towards Shana. “Now I wanna see you wearing it!”

“Oh, is that a dare? Alright, hand it over,” Shana said, delighted with Zoe’s idea. The girl was being bold today. “But,” she added, raising one finger, “not a word of this to anyone, you two. Flashing my panties at the audience is not part of my new style.”

The girls giggled and nodded. Zoe quickly stepped out of the skirt and passed it over. She didn’t bother getting back into her jeans, just sat back down on the floor in her panties and top, looking perfectly at ease.

Shana noticed Stacy was eyeing her nervously, perhaps wondering if she was going to take off her pants like Zoe had. Needless to say, that was exactly what Shana intended to do. Two pairs of eyes were fixed on her as she stood up and casually undid her tight jeans, then wriggled her way out of them, showing off black bikini-style panties. Zoe watched with undisguised desire—so sexy to see on a little girl’s face—while Stacy was wide-eyed and blushing a bit, but not without a glint of excitement in her gaze.

Shana pulled up the skirt to cover her panties, though it barely did. The slightest movement would reveal at least a hint of underwear. “Well?” she prompted.

“Oh my God,” Zoe said. “That’s supposed to be a skirt? It… sure doesn’t cover much.”

“Right? And that guy expected me to wear this on stage. No way.”

“Well… some people might like it, I bet,” Zoe said, waggling her eyebrows suggestively.

“I bet.” Shana winked at Zoe, then turned to Stacy. “What do you think, then? Does it make me look slutty?”

Now somewhat embarrassed, Stacy nibbled at  her lower lip before speaking. “Well, y’know… it would look kinda, um, freaky on me or Zoe, yeah, but… you, um, you’re really hot in it.” Her cheeks turned even redder as she realized what she’d just said “Um, I mean—”

“Thanks, sweetie,” Shana said before the girl could take back the compliment. “Yeah, not something I’d ever wear in public, but it could work for a special private occasion, if you know what I mean.” She winked again, this time at Stacy.

Shana could tell the girl knew exactly what she meant, but Stacy only replied with a nervous laugh, looking surprised that an adult would talk to her like that. Breaking away from Shana’s steady gaze, she rejoined Zoe at the box of clothes.

Sitting back down, Shana let the girls have fun looking through her old stuff. She kept the micro-skirt on, fully aware of the view she was giving her guests. She felt a twinge of excitement every time she caught Stacy stealing glances at her black panties.

Zoe was having a great time trying out various articles of clothing, even if most of them were too big for her. The girl didn’t hesitate to uncover herself, even taking her shirt off when she tried another one on, revealing her flat chest. It all seemed very casual, but the glint in Zoe’s eyes told Shana that the little vixen knew she was turning on her audience—not only Shana, but surely Stacy as well.

Soon enough, Stacy got caught up in Zoe’s enthusiasm and began trying on things herself. She was a little more reserved than Zoe, keeping her back turned as she changed, though Shana still got a good look at her pert little ass as the girl tried on a black leather skirt from the Wicked Sweet tour. It also became obvious that unlike Zoe, Stacy was already developed enough to wear a bra, though Shana only caught sight of the back of the one she had on.

“Um, I need to go to the bathroom,” Stacy said after a while, looking around.

“Right there.” Shana pointed.

As soon as the girl closed the door behind her, Zoe got up and walked over to where Shana was sitting, straddled her lap, then kissed her.

Shana reveled in the feel of her young lover’s lips. As fun as it had been to tease Stacy, she’d been yearning to kiss Zoe since the girl climbed into the car that morning. “Mmmm. Well, hello there,” she said after their lips parted.

“Hi.” Zoe grinned, then leaned in to whisper in Shana’s ear. “Stacy keeps looking up your skirt.”

“I noticed. Seems like a good sign.”

“Can’t blame her.” Reaching down, a smirking Zoe pressed her fingers against the front of Shana’s very damp panties. “Hmmm… somebody’s in the mood to do stuff, huh?”

Shana drew in a sharp breath. “Well, aren’t you a bold little thing. Who taught you to be naughty like that?”

“You.”

“Oh. Right.”

Shana couldn’t restrain herself—she had to kiss the girl again. At that point in their dress-up game, Zoe was now down to an oversized gold lamé top and her panties. Shana slipped her hands under the sparkling material, cupping Zoe’s ass as their tongues tangled.

“So how do we get her to, like, join in?” Zoe asked when they paused for breath. She glanced towards the bathroom. “Maybe we just let her catch us kissing when she comes out?”

“Tempting,” Shana replied thoughtfully. “But… maybe a bit too sudden.”

“Hmm, okay.” They gazed into each other’s eyes for a moment, then Zoe said, “I am gonna kiss you some more, though.”

“Fine with me.”

They continued to make out until the toilet flushed, then Zoe jumped off Shana’s lap, moving to a distance that wouldn’t seem suspicious. Shana was left breathless and intensely aroused—also, rather frustrated. Maybe we should’ve kept on kissing like Zoe said, she mused, just to see what would happen.

Emerging from the bathroom none the wiser, Stacy announced, “Wow. I think that bathroom is bigger than our whole living room.”

“Really? I wanna see,” Zoe said. Clambering over the back of the couch, she ran to join her friend. “Woooow!”

Amused, Shana followed the girls.

“Look at the space in that shower,” Zoe exclaimed, then she turned to a raised section of the bathroom that housed a large recessed tub. “And there’s a huge bath, too… or, wait—is that a jacuzzi?”

“A what?” Stacy said.

“Y’know, like… a hot tub. With water jets and stuff.”

“Oooh, right. I never tried one of those.”

“Me neither.” There was a pause, then Zoe turned to Shana, a big smile on her lips. “Can we try it?”

“Sure, why not,” Shana said, instantly seeing where Zoe was going and liking the idea very much.

Zoe clapped her hands with excitement and quickly set the water to running. Stacy seemed uncertain about the whole idea. She leaned over to say something in Zoe’s ear.

“I’ll get you some towels,” Shana said. She stepped out of the room, but remained just outside the doorway, listening in. A mirror on a nearby dresser gave her a decent view of the girls.

“Like, naked?” Stacy whispered, barely audible over the running water.

Zoe shrugged. “Sure. It’s just us girls.”

“I guess…” Stacy nodded towards the door. “Is she gonna…?”

Zoe grinned. “Hope so!” She elbowed her friend. “C’mon—don’t you wanna see her naked?”

“Well… yeah! But… “ An anxious Stacy puffed out her cheeks. “Oh, man. Dunno if I can take the excitement!”

Zoe wrapped an arm around the other girl’s shoulders. “Maybe you should ask her to help you with that,” she said, placing her free hand on Stacy’s breast.

Laughing, Stacy playfully pushed her friend away. “Man, don’t I wish.”

Shana smiled to herself. Zoe was doing a wonderful job of planting certain ideas in Stacy’s mind. Stirring herself, she fetched extra towels from a cupboard—there were already some in the bathroom, of course, but she’d needed an excuse to leave the girls on their own for a moment. She entered just as Zoe was turning off the faucet.

“Okay, now what?” the girl asked, frowning at the placid surface of the water. “How do you make it…?”

“The controls on the side,” Shana explained, pressing one of the buttons. The water immediately began to bubble and foam.

“Whoa, cool!” Zoe examined the hot tub in action for a moment, then glanced over at Stacy. “Ready?” She didn’t wait for a reply, just pulled off her shirt and socks, then stepped out of her panties. A naked little angel, she definitely had Shana and Stacy’s attention as she climbed into the tub, lowering herself into the water.

“Oooh, this is nice,” Zoe cooed, clearly enjoying the sensation of the water jets against her back. She looked incredibly sexy—eyes closed, head resting on a padded section, her little nipples just barely visible above the water. Then, allowing one eye to drift open, she noticed that Stacy was rooted to the spot, staring at her. Making a face, Zoe abruptly sat up. “Don’t just stand there, doofus… get in!” she exclaimed, splashing water in her friend’s direction.

“Okay, okay!” Stacy yelped, taking a step back. She hesitated for a moment more, then turned away from Shana. The girl’s cheeks were flushed as she took off her socks, then pushed down the skirt she’d tried on earlier. Her shirt soon followed, leaving her in white cotton underwear.

Shana licked her lips as she studied Stacy’s ass, so lovely and pert. She had to make a conscious effort to resist reaching out and touching it, even giving it a playful squeeze. Zoe smirked at her knowingly, reading Shana’s desire as if it was emblazoned on her top.

Stacy stood where she was for a few more uncomfortable seconds, then seemed to conclude that getting it over with as fast as possible was the best option. She quickly undid her bra and let it drop, then wriggled out of her panties. Stepping into the jacuzzi, she didn’t waste any time sitting down, lowering herself until the water was up to her neck.

Shana had managed to catch a glimpse of Stacy’s budding breasts. Not large by any means, but an unmistakable sign that the little girl was maturing into womanhood. Shana had to admit that she found Zoe’s flat chest even sexier, but there was no doubt that Stacy’s ripening body also had a special allure of its own, and she longed to find out just how sensitive those cute brown nipples might be. As for the girl’s sex, it appeared to be without a trace of pubes, from the brief glance Shana could get, and looked absolutely delicious.

“Move over to where the jets are, you’ll see,” Zoe told her friend.

Stacy did as instructed, sitting in one of the spots that had massaging water jets. Her eyes widened. “Oh, wow! You’re right, this is nice.”

Zoe turned to Shana. “So… you gonna join us?” she murmured, a dare in her eyes.

“Sure,” Shana said. Of course, she wanted nothing more than to get naked and join her guests, but preferred to wait until she had their undivided attention. A little vain of her, perhaps, but Shana loved the idea of undressing for an audience of two little girls.

Trying to make it seem casual, she leisurely shrugged out of her top, undid her bra, and pushed down the all-but-useless skirt along with her panties, letting the girls ogle to their hearts’ content. Zoe did so openly, brazen little creature that she was. Stacy struggled to be polite and avoid staring, but her eyes, large as saucers, kept flicking back to Shana’s bare body.

Stepping into the large tub, Shana seated herself next to Zoe, facing Stacy. She was striving to appear completely relaxed, but a storm of lust was raging inside. God, she wanted to run her tongue all over these little beauties. She wondered if either girl had noticed the wet patch on her panties when she took them off. Bet Zoe did, she told herself, taking a deep, steadying breath. Damn… I sure hope this little scheme of hers works out like we wanted, ‘cause I’m about to fucking explode.

Shana leaned back, resting her arms on the sides of the recessed tub, which lifted her breasts above the bubbling water. She wasn’t especially well-endowed, just an average B cup, but it was more than enough to impress the girls. Poor Stacy was trying to behave normally and making a bad job of it, unable to keep herself from stealing frequent glances at Shana’s chest.

Shana had to tease her, just a little. “Hey, Stacy… you like?” she asked.

Stacy’s eyes shot up to meet Shana’s, the girl’s expression halfway to panic. “Huh? What?”

“The hot tub. You like it?”

“Oh!” Relief flooded Stacy’s features. Not a very good poker face, if she meant to cover for those wandering eyes. “Yeah! This is great. Wish we had one of these at home.”

Zoe, who had been watching this exchange with a sly smile on her lips, now chimed in. “If you did, I’d for sure come by more often. I bet it would be a fun place to… you know.”

“Err…” Stacy froze for a moment, staring at Zoe as if she’d lost her mind.

Shana smiled. Time to take this up a notch. “Yeah, that can be a lot of fun. But two girls can have a great time together in a regular bathtub, too—or even a shower. All you need is some privacy.”

Stacy now turned to stare at Shana. “W-what… do you… mean?” she asked, trying and failing to sound innocent.

Shana chuckled. “It’s okay, sweetie. Zoe mentioned that you two fool around. Nothing wrong with that.”

Stacy’s head whipped back towards Zoe. “You told her?” she hissed.

Zoe shrugged. “Well, yeah. I tell Shana everything. It’s cool, don’t worry. Shana gets it. She’s like us.”

Stacy pondered that for a second. “Wait, wait. You mean…” She once again turned to Shana. “You like…?”

“Girls? Oh, yeah. Of course.” Shana made a dismissive motion. “Who else would I be into? Boys? Psh. Gross.”

Stacy gave a surprised snort of laughter, shaking her head in disbelief, then finally nodded. “You got that right!” Her expression turned thoughtful, as if she was re-evaluating what had happened up to now in light of this revelation. She looked up at Shana, her gaze unreadable, but with a glint of something new there. And she seemed to have gotten over feeling awkward about everyone being naked.

“So, see? Everything’s cool,” Zoe said. “And… if we wanna talk about fooling around in your hot tub, that’s fine, too.”

“Jeez.” Stacy gave Zoe a look, but then she giggled, clearly growing more comfortable. “I don’t really have one, though. I was just saying it’d be nice.”

“Right. Maybe we could have some fun in the bathtub, though…”

Stacy glanced at Shana. She seemed to still feel a little weird talking about sex with someone else in the room, but she finally shrugged and said, “Maybe. But… no water jets for extra fun.”

Zoe frowned. “What do you mean?”

“What? I thought that’s why you were interested…” Stacy exchanged another look with Shana, but this time it seemed to ask Is she for real? “You know. The way the jets feel good on your… sensitive parts?”

Zoe’s mouth formed an O of understanding. She looked down at the bubbling water in a new light. “Oooh. That’s a thing?”

Shana had to chuckle. “Oh, I’d bet that lots of girls learned how to make themselves feel good by playing around with water jets and shower heads and the like.”

Zoe immediately asked, “Did you?”

“Well, as it turns out, my grandma had one of these—nowhere near as fancy as this one, mind you—and I might’ve figured out how to put the jets to good use when I was around your age.”

Stacy looked a little flustered at that, though perhaps more from excitement than embarrassment, this time. For her part, Zoe grinned, then examined the roiling water for a moment. Eyes twinkling with mischief, she shifted around until she was kneeling, then moved into position over the water jets, looking for the right angle.

“Whoa!” she suddenly yelped, straightening up. “That’s… kinda intense.”

Stacy had a fit of giggles.

“You might want to adjust the settings a bit if you’re gonna try that,” Shana pointed out.

“Oh, I dunno… I think I could get used to it,” Zoe said slyly. “Okay, now I really want a hot tub at home! Hmm, you said something about shower heads, too? I guess ours can be hand held, but I always leave it on the wall…”

“Sure, those can be fun. Especially if they have multiple spray patterns that you can adjust.”

“Maybe I’ll have to… experiment,” Zoe said with a very exaggerated wink of complicity.

Stacy shook her head, but she was smiling.

“What about you, Stacy?” Shana asked. “Sounds like you had some experience of your own with water jets.”

“Oh, um… kinda.” Stacy looked like she wanted to leave it at that, but Shana and Zoe were now looking at her expectantly, so she soldiered on. “Well, it was in my aunt’s and uncle’s pool. It had those jets that make the water move, right? I was just messing around with one, and um, the jet got between my legs at some point. It felt weird but nice. I didn’t keep doing it ‘cause there were people around, but later, when I was alone in bed… I, um… I made some discoveries.”

Shana smiled as she pictured it: the little girl with a hand between her legs, experiencing those wondrous feelings for the first time. She felt a strong urge to slip a hand between her own thighs and play with herself. Especially since, as Stacy grew more comfortable, she’d stopped hiding under the water, and Shana had been eyeing the girl’s perky little tits for the past few minutes. But no, not just yet. Hopefully soon, the real fun would start. “How old were you then?” she asked.

“Hmm, like, 9, I think.”

“That’s a good age for… those discoveries,” Shana said, glancing at Zoe.

But Zoe didn’t notice. She was leering at her friend. “Dirty girl,” she teased.

“Me? Look who’s talking. I bet you’re thinking about going home and trying your shower head right now,” Stacy retorted. “What about you, then? How’d you find out about, um, sexy stuff?”

A touch of color appeared on Zoe’s cheeks. “Well…” A smile slowly spread on her lips, and she turned to Shana. “Can I tell her?”

Shana took a deep breath, her heart suddenly racing. The moment had come even sooner than she’d expected. There were so many things she should consider and weigh before letting this particular cat out of the bag, but… Fuck it. Fuck it all. Time to place my bet and roll the dice. “Might as well.”

Zoe sidled closer to Shana, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. “Well, don’t freak out, but… see, Shana’s the one who taught me. Back when we first met. I didn’t really know anything about doing sex with girls, but…” She grinned. “She showed me lots of fun stuff.”

Stacy stared at Zoe, then at Shana, then back again, eyes narrowed, her head tilted to the side. Then she laughed. “Yeah, right!”

Zoe frowned, annoyed at not getting the reaction she’d perhaps expected. “It’s true! Hmph. Fine, then—I can prove it.” Up on her knees, Zoe was at eye level with Shana, so she simply turned and kissed her.

This was it, then. Shana might well be throwing her life away, but she was too far gone to care. Mad with desire for her underage lover, she quickly slipped her tongue into Zoe’s mouth, drawing the girl into a passionate kiss. As their tongues danced, Shana lifted a hand from beneath the churning water to cup and fondle Zoe’s ass, marveling yet again at its perfect softness.

Time seemed to stop; everything was right with the world. Little Zoe’s flawless body was pressed snugly into hers, two lovers joined in shared bliss. Shana was so filled with lust—with love?—for Zoe that, in that perfect moment, even Stacy was forgotten.

It was Zoe who eventually broke the kiss, then turned to look slyly at her friend, obviously quite pleased with herself. Shana was left momentarily thrown off by this sudden return to reality.

Stacy was gaping at them, her mouth hanging slack. There was a tense moment where Shana wondered if the girl was about to flee the room, then Stacy finally spoke. “Oh. My. God. You… you really… Wow! Jeez, Zoe—when you said you’d done it before, I thought you meant with a girl our age. Not with… Whoa. This is a lot to, to take in.”

“Cool, huh?” Zoe purred, pleased as punch with her friend’s response.

Stacy blinked several times, then gave herself a shake, clearly having a hard time wrapping her mind around this unexpected surprise, but at least she wasn’t bolting for the door. Then a thought seemed to suddenly enter her mind. “Oh! That’s why you kept asking what I’d do if… uh… if Shana wanted to… um…” Her words slowed, her eyes widened as the full realization of what that might mean hit her.

“Yeah,” Zoe said. “So, wanna join us?” She trailed one hand down to Shana’s chest, caressing her breasts.

A delicious shiver ran through Shana’s body. Damn, the girl was good. Zoe had Stacy spellbound, staring at her hand as she felt Shana up.

Stacy nervously licked her lips, quickly glancing around the room as if someone might be spying on them. “Omigod,” she whispered. “C-can… Can I really?”

Shana let out the breath she’d been holding, finally allowing herself to relax. It seemed that she wouldn’t be getting arrested for a sex crime, and that their afternoon was about to get even more interesting. “C’mere, sweetie,” she said, nodding to a spot right next to her, on the opposite side from Zoe.

Flashing a shy little smile, Stacy crossed the tub and sat, looking up at Shana expectantly.

Gazing into the girl’s lovely almond eyes, Shana reached up to caress Stacy’s cheek with the backs of her fingers. “You’re really pretty, you know that?”

Stacy’s cheeks instantly turned bright red. “T-thank you. Um, you’re… really, really pretty, too.”

Shana smiled. “So, are you sure about this?” She couldn’t wait to slip her tongue between the girl’s lips—both sets, really—but needed some assurance that Stacy was truly okay with it, and that her future wouldn’t be put in jeopardy. “You don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to.”

Stacy nodded quickly. “I… I can’t believe this is happening but… Omigod, yes. I want to do it.”

“You can’t tell anyone, though,” Zoe pointed out, watching from over Shana’s shoulder.

“That’s right,” Shana said. “You understand that this isn’t… well, that I’m not supposed to be doing anything like this with someone your age, right? So please, you can’t tell anyone about it, ever. Not even really close friends. Zoe mentioned that you had a friend you fooled around with before moving here, right? Not even her.”

“Oh man, Stella would flip out,” Stacy murmured to herself. Seeing Shana’s frown, she quickly added, “But no, no, I get it. No one. Ever. I swear.” She traced a cross over her heart. “I don’t want to get you in trouble.”

Shana nodded. “Good. Now, then…” She leaned in and pressed her lips to Stacy’s.

Taken by surprise, it took a heartbeat or two for the girl to respond, but then she eagerly welcomed Shana into her mouth. Stacy was a good kisser, clearly experienced despite her tender age—and Shana was ready and then some to find out what else she was good at.

“W-wow,” Stacy said after their lips parted.

“Yeah, I think we’ll get along,” Shana said with a wink, and Stacy giggled.

Shana became aware of Zoe watching them closely, and turned to face her.

“You two are… pretty hot,” Zoe declared, nodding to herself solemnly, as if she were an expert who had scientifically determined the precise temperature of their kiss. Then she cracked a bad-girl grin. “But now it’s my turn.”

Just like that, Shana found herself kissing Zoe again, relishing every second of it. Then she and Stacy had another turn—only this time, the cute Asian girl seemed determined to outdo her friend, returning the kiss with a fervor that had Shana’s lust in overdrive. Sure, she couldn’t wait to get down to dirtier business, but at the same time, getting traded back and forth between two lovely little girls was making her head spin.

When Zoe and Stacy came together in a kiss of their own, Shana sat back to enjoy the erotic spectacle. She’d never been so turned on while watching other girls making out, but these two were far younger than any lesbians she’d ever partied with.

Soon growing restless, she couldn’t keep herself from reaching out to caress the girls as they kissed. First their backs and shoulders, then down in the bubbling water to fondle those tempting little asses. That made the girls giggle, breaking their kiss.

Seizing her opportunity, Shana insinuated herself between the girls, drawing Zoe and Stacy into a kind of three-way tangle of tongues. There was as much laughing as kissing, but it was still extremely arousing.

They finally drifted apart, exchanging knowing grins. “You were right, threesomes are pretty fun,” Zoe said.

“Oh, it gets even better. Trust me,” Shana said.

“I guess we just got started, huh?” With that, Zoe wrapped her arms around Shana, pressing their wet bodies together. Her hands began to roam, soon finding a pair of breasts to play with. Shana moaned as Zoe felt her up, the girl’s caresses generating little jolts of pleasure that went straight to her sex.

Zoe suddenly turned to Stacy, flashing her a grin. “Wanna play with these…?” she cooed, cupping the undersides of Shana’s tits as she offered them to her friend.

Wide-eyed, Stacy waded closer. She raised her hands, wiggling her fingers, obviously very excited. A shy smile was on her lips as she peered up at Shana. “Um, can I…?”

“All yours, sweetie,” Shana said, pushing her chest out for effect.

Grinning, Stacy began to caress Shana’s breasts, tentatively at first—a soft touch here, a gentle squeeze there. Then she grew more confident, cupping them with both hands, toying with the nipples, all the good stuff that made Shana’s body throb like her bass player’s amplifier, cranked to eleven.

“Wow! These are soooo perfect,” Stacy said. “Um, does this feel good?”

Shana nodded. “Mmm-hmm. Real good.”

“I hope mine will be this nice when I’m older.”

Shana chuckled. “I’m sure they will be, sweetie.” Why are young girls always in such a damn hurry to grow up? she wondered. “But yours are already very sexy, I’d say.”

She reached out to palm one of Stacy’s budding breasts, teasing the nipple with her thumb. The girl shivered slightly at the contact. The look she gave Shana still had a hint of shyness, but that was quickly fading, replaced with a growing desire. God, it was such a turn-on to see lust in the eyes of an 11-year-old.

Zoe watched them caress each other for some time, then moved next to her friend. The girls exchanged a look, then a knowing smile. As one, they leaned forward, each taking one of Shana’s nipples into her mouth, Stacy sucked the tip much like an infant would, while Zoe playfully circled the nipple with her tongue. Either way, it felt absolutely delicious

“Mmmm, yes,” Shana purred, stroking the backs of these dirty little angels.

Her nipples rapidly stiffened under the girls’ ministrations, her clit throbbing in response to each kiss and lick. Her soft moan turned plaintive when the girls suddenly stopped, but then she noticed that was because their tongues had found their way into each other’s mouth instead, which aroused her every bit as much.

Zoe then knelt on the seat to exchange another ardent French kiss with Shana, while Stacy continued to shower affection on her tits. It felt divine, but God, her pussy was screaming for attention.

When Shana noticed Stacy looking in that very direction, peering down into the water for a glimpse between her legs, she decided it was high time to give the girl a better view. Lifting herself out of the tub, Shana sat on the side, her legs open wide enough to display everything she had.

Stacy stared at Shana’s pussy for a moment, visibly swallowed, then looked up, her eyes dancing with nervous excitement. “You, um… don’t have hair down there?” she asked.

“She shaves it off,” Zoe replied before Shana could speak, acting the expert even though she’d responded the same way when they first got naked together. “It’s sexier. And way nicer for… you know,” she added, a sly smile on her lips.

Stacy glanced at her friend, nodded, then gazed back into Shana’s eyes. “Yeah, I guess it would be…” Her lips slowly curled into a very suggestive smile. This time, Stacy didn’t bother to ask for permission when she leaned forward to deposit a kiss on Shana’s thigh.

The girl was growing bolder, and that was more than okay with Shana. Stacy was kissing a path up her thigh, and Shana spread her legs further apart, quivering inside as she awaited that blissful first contact of mouth with cunt.

At the juncture of Shana’s thighs, Stacy briefly paused, her warm breath a delicious tease, then the girl’s tongue deftly slipped between Shana’s pussy lips, taking a swipe at her engorged clitoris.

“Ooooh, Stacy, yes!” Shana gasped, her senses overwhelmed by the sudden jolt of pleasure.

She reached down to gently twine her fingers through Stacy’s hair while the little girl skillfully ate her out. After lusting for this for what seemed like months, that warm, wet tongue felt simply amazing as it explored her folds, teased her entrance, flicked her clit.

“Mmmm, that’s wonderful, sweetie,” Shana murmured.

Turning to Zoe, Shana saw the girl watching them intently. With her mouth slightly open and her breath getting a little ragged, one could almost believe that Zoe was the one getting pleasured.

“So you showed Stacy how to do this, huh?” Shana reached up to brush Zoe’s cheek. “You taught her well, lover.”

Zoe gave a little start, her eyes focused on Shana, then she grinned. “She’s kinda had a lot of practice, too.”

“Mmmm, I can tell.” Shana’s enjoyment was magnified even more as she pictured the two kids at play, going down on each other in turn—or locked together in a sixty-nine. She patted a spot next to her. “Why don’t you come over here?” she asked Zoe, suddenly feeling a strong urge to get her hands on the girl.

“I don’t know. This spot is pretty good,” Zoe mumbled, eyes half closed, moving her hips around.

That’s when Shana realized that Zoe was busy getting her own satisfaction from the hot tub’s water jets. ”Oooh, I see how it is, you dirty girl. But come sit here, and I promise I’ll make you feel even better.”

“Deal!” Drawing close, Zoe climbed out of the tub and knelt next to Shana, wrapping both arms around her. Their lips met, but the beginnings of a heated kiss was interrupted when a sharp surge of pleasure forced Shana to moan loudly.

“Oh, fuck, Stacy! That’s so good,” she blurted, her eyes rolling wildly. Lost in the ecstasy of the moment, she had to give herself a shake to focus on what she’d promised Zoe.

Shana carefully lay down on the side of the tub, making sure not to interrupt Stacy’s phenomenal tongue work. Once in position, she pointed to her face. “Alright, baby, park yourself right here,” she told Zoe.

The girl looked at Shana, her head tilted in confusion for a moment. This was something they’d never done before. Getting the idea, Zoe tentatively lifted one leg, moving it over Shana’s head until she was positioned with one knee on either side. “Like this?”

“Mmmm, just like that,” Shana said, savoring the view of the 10-year-old’s baby-smooth pussy, no more than a couple of inches from her face. Then she grabbed Zoe’s hips and pulled her down just a tad so her hungry mouth could reach the forbidden treasure.

Zoe immediately cried, “Oh! Oh, yeah,” her eyes suddenly huge as she stared down at Shana. With Stacy’s tongue still hard at work, Shana herself couldn’t keep from moaning into Zoe’s pussy, but she knew from experience that the vibrations from such muffled cries were usually quite pleasurable.

One little girl between her legs, another one straddling her face. This was heaven. No, better than heaven. Surely even God didn’t have this much fun.

Shana explored Zoe’s sex with relish, the warm, smooth slit a delight to the senses. The intoxicating scent of girlish arousal. The sweet taste of her juices, with a special tang not quite like that of an adult woman. The heat of the vagina as Shana probed it with her tongue. Shana wanted to lick this little cutie forever.

Stacy’s oral expertise was making it difficult for Shana to focus on what she was doing to Zoe, though. She did her best to keep licking for all she was worth, to give Zoe as much pleasure as she could before she came, maybe even bring her off at the same time, but Stacy’s marvellous tongue was quickly pushing her closer and closer to the edge.

Shana struggled to hold on as long as she could, but in the end, it was futile. One surge of ecstasy after another flooded her body, robbing her of control, leaving her unable to do much more than pant for breath.

Fuck, that was a strong orgasm. Stacy had become a skilled pussy licker in a very short time, especially for a kid still on the cusp of puberty. Zoe had taught her well. The bucking and twitching of Shana’s body had the lower half of her face rubbing against Zoe’s cunt, smearing her cheeks with wetness and making her come even harder, if that was possible.

Once Shana’s body had finally relaxed, Zoe raised her pelvis just a little, enough to let her breathe freely. She looked down at Shana, looking amused. “Sorry if I almost smothered you,” she said.

“Oh, I f-forgive you. Sorry for the, the interruption,” Shana managed to stammer, finally catching her breath.

“That’s okay.” Zoe smiled. “You—” Whatever she was about to say got lost in a surprised gasp when Shana pulled her back down, driving her tongue as far into the girl’s creamy slit as she could get it.

She tongue-fucked Zoe with a series of quick, flashing strokes, then focused on her little love button. It wasn’t long before the girl was panting hard. Suddenly, she fell forward, catching herself with her hands just in time. Her body shook, and she let out a long blissful cry.

Now THAT was an orgasm, Shana thought, pleased with herself.

Carefully dismounting Shana’s face, Zoe laid down on her belly, so they were eye to eye. “Wow, that was great,” she sighed. Taking a closer look at Shana, she added, “Oops! I got your face all dirty.”

“That’s fine. I like being dirty,” Shana said with a wink.

Zoe grinned and leaned in for a kiss, then she began licking all around Shana’s mouth, cleaning up her own juices. It was a nice gesture—and extremely sexy, so much so that Shana had to interrupt Zoe’s efforts with a fiery French kiss.

When they finally broke apart, Zoe sat up and turned to Stacy, who was seated on the edge of the hot tub, practically bouncing in place as she watched them. “Now it’s Stacy’s turn, right?” she said, jerking a thumb in her friend’s direction.

Shana pushed herself into a sitting position, still a little woozy from her orgasm, feeling a pang of guilt for nearly forgetting the girl who had given it to her. “I’d say so. Well deserved.” Crawling over to Stacy, she gave the girl a tender kiss. “Thank you, Stacy. You’re very good at eating pussy.”

Stacy giggled. “You’re welcome.”

“How about we dry off and continue this in the bedroom?” Shana proposed.

The girls quickly agreed. The three of them took turns toweling each other off, though it was more an opportunity for groping than anything else. Shana caressed these two angels with her bare hands at least as much as she did with the towel.

They then made their way to the bedroom, where the suite’s large bed awaited—the perfect place to resume their lovemaking.

On to Part Four!