Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

by Misty Meadow

At school on Friday morning, I find an envelope tucked into the door of my locker. I don’t want to read it in the hallway so I stuff it in my pocket and hit the toilets. Going into a bathroom stall and seating myself, I open it and look at the signature, stunned to see that it’s from Audrey Mason, one of the most popular girls in school. She’s thirteen, two years ahead of me, and unbelievably cute.

It read:

Dear Misty, 

My class had a vote on who was the prettiest girl in the school. I came second, but you came first! Yes, isn’t that awesome! I voted for you, too. Until now I’ve haven’t told you how beautiful I think you are, cause I was afraid of being laughed at by my friends, but now I want you to be my friend. 

Can we meet at the front gates after school? Please come. 

Love, Audrey

Holy cow! Audrey Mason, the most stunning girl in the whole school wants to get to know me? I’m overjoyed. I’ve hardly ever spoken to her, as she’s always surrounded by girls her own age, all bending over backwards to say smart things and get her to like them. I’d bend over backwards to let her lick my cunt, but… oh no, I’ve got to get a grip on myself. My antics with Mum have loosened my inhibitions, and I need to be careful what I say.

I call Mum and tell her about the letter.

“Is that the girl I met at the parents’ meeting last month? Yes, I remember her. She’s perfectly named; she looks exactly like a young Audrey Hepburn. I’ll pick you up a few minutes late to give you time to… whatever. Get to know her better, I guess.”

I Google Audrey Hepburn who, it seems, was a movie star of the last century who was absolutely stunning, a great actress who was loved by everyone. Mum’s right, too — her pictures totally remind me of my Audrey.

All day my tummy is churning in anticipation, wondering what Audrey wants from me. At last school lets out, and as I wait at the main gate, I see her walking towards me, dressed as I am in our summer school dresses — pale blue gingham with white trim at the collar and cuffs. She could be wearing a flour sack with three holes in it and she’d still be stunning.

She gives me a dazzling smile. “So you got my letter?”

“Is it true? Your friends voted for me?”

“I did, too. Everyone’s always saying how lovely you are and they’re right. I wish I’d told you earlier, but you know how they all sneer at girls who make friends with younger ones. They’d call me a paedo.”

“But you’re the most beautiful girl in the school, Audrey! Look, your boobs have started to grow and you have hips… me, I’m only eleven and I’m just a — a bean pole!”

Audrey shakes her head. “I haven’t had my first period yet, so there’s not that much difference between us. Anyhow, even if you are just eleven, I still think you’re pretty, and I still want to be your friend.”

My heart leaps for joy, though I can’t think of anything to say, except, “How are you gonna get home now, Audrey? The bus has already left! Tell you what; my Mum’s picking me up so she can drive you.”

On cue, Mum’s car pulls up and we pile into the back. I make the introduction, and Mum twists round in her seat to get a good long look at Audrey.

“Oh, you’re adorable! So you voted for my Misty being the prettiest girl in the school? That’s sweet of you. I’m so proud of my little girl, and yes, I agree — she has to be the most beautiful. I’d rate you a close second, though.”

“Thank you, ma’am,” Audrey murmurs, blushing. I can tell that she’s pleased.

“Do you need to get home right away?” Mum continues. “You can come to our place and hang out for a while, then I can drive you home.”

“Let me check with my parents,” she says, pulling out her phone. She sends a couple of texts, then smiles. “It’s fine. I don’t need to be home until dinner at six. We’ve got lots of time.”

Once we get home, Audrey and I drop our backpacks in the hallway and take our sneakers off, then sit down on the couch in the living room. Mum fixes us up with glasses of lemonade. I make a point of reclining against one arm of the couch with my feet up, knees bent and at an angle so that Audrey can get a clear view of my knickers.

As she moves around the room, Mum glances at me from time to time with a knowing twinkle in her eyes. She asks Audrey about her grades and favourite teachers and what subjects she likes. How about sports? Audrey tells us that she’s on the gymnastic team.

“I’m sure you’re good at it, given your lovely slender figure.”

“Welllll… I’m really on the team because I like Miss Jackson, the P.E. teacher.”

Mum gives a thoughtful nod. “I think I met her at the last parent’s day. Is she the petite one with the spiky hair?”

“That’s her.”

“I suppose you two want to be alone,” Mum says, a twinkle in her eyes. “Why don’t you go upstairs and hang out in Misty’s room? You can do your homework after dinner.”

Exchanging delighted grins, Audrey and I dash upstairs and into my bedroom, closing the door behind us. We stand there for a moment, just looking at each other.

“Gosh, you’re gorgeous!” she breathes.

“You’re stunning,” I counter.

“I’ve been watching you since the beginning of the year. I never stop being amazed by how pretty you are. You’re like a younger version of your mum. She’s hot, too! Um… how old is she?”

“Twenty-five.”

“I can see where you get your looks from. If it weren’t for you, Misty, I could get a crush on her.” I chuckle and she continues, “I’m gonna tell you a secret. Last year I was hot for Miss Jackson.”

“Lots of the girls are,” I assure her. “Even I was keen on her for awhile. She always looks so sexy in those tight shorts.”

She grins. “With the camel toe? Yeah. Think she knows that a bunch of us girls like to look at her?”

“Why not?” I reply. “She likes to show off, same as I do.” Audrey gives me a sharp look. “You know,” I continue, “flashing my knickers and all that.”

“I thought it was just boys and men who like looking up girls’ skirts.”

“Believe me,” I say, “lots of women do, too. You know how it goes — we pretend we don’t know they can see our panties, and they pretend like they aren’t looking.”

“I’ll tell you a secret,” Audrey says, “I like to make sure she can get a good look at me when we change into our leotards in the changing room, and she’s not shy about looking. They say she’s gay.”

“I’m sure she is. My mum’s gay, by the way.”

She seems thrilled to hear that. “Really? What’s it like, having a gay mother?”

I want to tell her about everything that Mum and I did yesterday, but know that it’s out of the question. “It’s great. We don’t have any secrets from each other.”

She looks incredulous. “You mean… she tells you about the stuff she does with other lesbians?”

“Yeah, but I have to keep it secret, sorry.” I probably have a smug look on my face. “Though I can tell you this much: she likes young girls.”

“Ooooh!” Audrey squeals. “Do you think she likes me, you know, that way?”

“No doubt at all. Don’t worry, she won’t attack you.”

She laughs. “She won’t be turned off by my boring schoolgirl knickers, then?”

“She likes mine.” Then, feeling emboldened, I say, “I want to kiss you, Audrey.”

Her face lights up and she extends her arms. I step closer as she folds them round me and I hug her around the waist. We press our bodies together as our lips meet, soft flesh against soft flesh and then I feel the tip of her tongue teasing my lips. I open them to let her in. I feel Audrey’s thigh pressing between mine, and I widen my stance, pressing my own thigh into her cunt. Her tongue is now deep in my mouth, violating me so sweetly that I am dizzy with happiness. I can feel my cunt getting wet.

Finally, we come up for air and break apart, laughing.

“Oh, my God, Misty, where did you learn to kiss like that?”

“I… just did what felt right.”

“It was marvelous! Know what? I’m gonna forget Miss Jackson. From now on, you’re the only girl who interests me. We’re gonna be best friends, okay?”

I’m bursting with joy. “Best friends forever, except I’m also kinda best friends with my mum. She’s special.”

“Naturally; she’s your mum and you love her. Does she ever, um, look up your dress?”

I feel myself smirk. “All the time.”

Her eyes go wide. “Wow, and you’re her daughter, too. Mums aren’t supposed to do that, are they?”

“Mine does. I don’t mind — in fact, I quite like it. I guess I’m a bit of a show-off. Like… this!” I lift the front of my dress up above my waist, revealing my white cotton knickers. My grin runs from ear to ear.

Audrey stares hard at me, then lifts her own skirt, revealing snowy-white panties that are the mirror image of mine.

I’m licking my lips, drinking in the sexy sight. “Oh, she’ll like you, Audrey, I can promise that.” We pause for a bit, eyeing each other until the moment becomes awkward and she drops her skirt, whereas I lift the dress I wear over my head and throw it aside.

She’s puzzled by that. “Why are you getting undressed?”

“Well, I’m not going out, and later I’ll be taking a shower. Anyhow, in this house we’re okay with hanging out in our undies, or even stark naked. Mum says we should be proud of our bodies, not ashamed.”

“You guys are weird, but I suppose it makes sense. D’you want me to take mine off?” At this moment it’s the thing I want most in the world, so I just nod my head.

Audrey lifts the dress over her head, folds it carefully and places it on the bed. She’s wearing a skimpy training bra that’s little more than two triangles and some straps, the material so thin that I can see her nipples through it.

We stand side by side, looking at ourselves in the mirrored closet doors. I stare at her tits, just tiny swellings beginning to bud, though she has bigger nipples than mine.

I tug up the waist of my knickers to create a camel toe. “Look at us, two sexy nymphets,” I remark, putting an arm around her shoulders. “Aren’t we drop-dead gorgeous?”

“Oh, Misty, I could fall in love with you,” my new friend breathes, pressing her hip against mine.

An idea pops into my head. “I need to pee,” I say, taking hold of her hand. “Come with me.”

“I don’t need to pee, but if you want – okay.”

We step out onto the landing and go into the bathroom. I leave the door open, hoping Mum might come past, but Audrey closes it. I stand with my back to the loo and slowly pull my knickers down. Her gaze is riveted on me and my body throbs with pleasure. I let my knickers fall to my ankles, sit and spread my knees wide, leaning back. I want her to know that I’m deliberately showing off. Her eyes grow bigger. My vest only comes down just below my belly button so it doesn’t conceal my cunt.

“Do you like my cunt?” I ask.

“That’s what you call it?”

“Why not? My mum does. You needn’t worry about your language in this house; she’s not a prude.”

Audrey draws closer, taking a good long look. “It’s pretty, like a peach. And your mound is bigger than mine.”

“Are you gonna pee when I finish?” She nods. “Good, ‘cos I wanna see yours.”

She giggles. “You’re so naughty, Misty.”

“You don’t know the half of it,” I say, crumpling toilet paper and making a show of wiping myself. I pull my knickers up over my knees and stand, stepping away from the bowl and turning to face Audrey as she pulls her own knickers down and sits. The sound of her pee tinkling into the bowl is music to my ears.

I make no effort to pull my knickers up, because I’m enjoying flaunting my cunt so much. She finishes and stands and for a moment we both gaze at each other’s cunts. Hers is more developed than mine; her lips are forming and I can see the little bump of her clitoris at the top. Girls look so sexy when their knickers are halfway down. As before, when the moment becomes awkward, we pull our undies up and I open the bathroom door.

As we step onto the landing, Mum is coming up the stairs. “Oh, hi, girls. Listen, come into my bedroom, there’s something I want to show you.”

Audrey hangs behind. “I need my dress!” she whispers, anxiously.

“Don’t worry about it,” I say, taking hold of her arm and pulling her into Mum’s room.

We stand there as Mum looks us up and down. “Oh my God, what gorgeous angels you are! I love seeing little girls in their undies.”

“So what is it you want to show us?” I ask.

Mum goes into her closet, brings out some folded garments and lays them on the bed. They turn out to be a perfectly sheer short slip and a pair of matching knickers that have lace panels up the sides. “I just bought these today.”

“Nice, Mum. Wanna try them on and show us?”

Silly question; like me, she never misses an excuse to get her clothes off. She turns her back to let me unzip her dress, which I slide off her shoulders and let fall. All she has on is a pair of nylon knickers, pink with white trim round the legs.

She dons the slip, which only comes down just below her bum. Her nipples are perfectly visible. “Now the knickers,” I demand and she grins as she slides the pink ones off. I take the new pair, flimsy and transparent and hold them for her to step into. Mum lifts her slip up, showing off her cunt, as I pull them all the way up, and for a couple of seconds her cunt is fully exposed until she lets the slip fall. Even then, we can still see it through the sheer nylon, as the panty crotch has no liner. All the time Audrey’s eyes are practically popping out of her head.

Mum looks at herself in the mirror. “I’m pretty fuckin’ sexy, huh?”

“You’re sexy in anything, Mum,” I turn to my new friend. “Just like Audrey here.” She blushes, which delights me.

Mum takes her phone, disables the flash and takes a picture of herself in the mirror, then turns to us. “Stand closer together and put your arms around each other’s shoulders, yeah, like that.” She looks at the screen. “Oh, so precious! You’re both adorable!”

“You, too, Mummy.” Both of us smiling, we leave her and return to my bedroom.

“Oh, my God! That was incredible!” Audrey says.

“Mum’s really something, isn’t she?”

“I can’t believe it! She took her knickers off and stood there holding her slip up so we could see everything! It’s like she was showing off her cunt on purpose.”

“She was. Mum does that kind of thing all the time. She’s an exhibitionist.” I’d picked up that word from the internet; it’s useful. “Did you notice how her cunt is different from ours?”

“Uh-huh. I’ve never seen a grown-up cunt before.” She sounds awestruck. “She has huge lips and I could even see her clit. All her hair is shaved off, too. Wow, your mum is even more beautiful than Miss Jackson!”

“She could almost pass for a sixth former. You can have a crush on her, you know. I wouldn’t mind.”

She laughs. “How could I have a crush on her when I love you?”

My heart skips a beat; she’s using the “L” word again.

“You can love two people at once,” I claim. “I love you and I love Mum.” There, I’ve said it. I’ve told her I love her.

We embrace and kiss again and I run my hands all over her bum cheeks, pulling her body against mine.

Over my shoulder, she looks at her watch. “Gosh! I really ought to be going. My mum will be wondering where I am.” She quickly dons her school dress as I head for the door. “Aren’t you gonna get dressed?” she asks.

“Mum will drive you home. I’d better stay here and do my homework. It’s okay, you’ll be safe with her, even if she does fancy you.”

We exchange phone numbers and email addresses, then go downstairs to find that Mum has put her dress back on. Seeing that I’m still in my knickers and vest, Mum immediately catches on to the idea that I want her to be alone with Audrey for the drive home. She gives me a grateful smile.

On the doorstep, I kiss Audrey lightly on the lips. “See you in the cafeteria tomorrow,” I say. Then they’re gone.

Back in the living room, I flop on the couch and let out a huge sigh. Everything went even better than I’d hoped. Audrey and I are now a couple, in love with each other, and I was able to let slip a few hints about Mum’s lust for little girls without freaking her out.

Mum’s little performance with the see-through slip and knickers was classic! I didn’t mind a bit when she flashed her cunt, and I wasn’t the slightest bit jealous, in fact the idea of Mum showing off to Audrey is strangely thrilling, even though I’m in love with her.

The few crushes I’ve had on girls are nothing to how I feel now about Audrey. I adore her perfect face, her slender body, her sweet little boobs, her pretty cunt and even her perfectly ordinary knickers.

I sprawl back and put a hand down the front of mine, thrusting two fingers into myself, pumping in and out, knees up by my ears. My mind is filled with an image of Audrey, knickers round her knees as she pees, letting me look.

“Well, well!” I hear Mum say. I didn’t hear her come in. “My little girl’s masturbating.” She has a huge grin on her face. “Don’t stop, I wanna watch. Did that little angel get you all excited? I bet she did. She certainly got my cunt wet. She’s utterly gorgeous and I want to get my hands on her and… that is, after I’ve satisfied you, my darling.”

My hand is moving furiously, fingers sliding in and out of my wetness. I don’t care that Mum’s watching me, in fact that makes it all the more exciting.

She drops to her knees right in front of me and pulls my knickers off. My fingers keep flying. “Come for me, darling!” she cries. “Come for Mummy! Oh, you’re coming, my love! That’s my girl!”

My orgasm goes off like a hand grenade, a ball of heat in my abdomen, igniting my whole body as my hips jerk up. The waves of lust slowly subside and I relax, letting out a huge whoosh of air.

Mum gives me a big smile. “That was wonderful, my darling. Were you thinking of Audrey?”

“Yes,” I manage, gasping for air. “We watched each other peeing and oh, Mum, she has such a lovely cunt.”

“Not as sweet as yours,” she says, leaning in and kissing me right on my swollen mound. She picks up my knickers, holds them to her face and inhales. I love it when she does that; it’s so intimate.

She stands and takes her dress off, and I see that she’s still wearing the transparent slip and knickers, “Ah, that’s better. I feel like a girl again.” She sits beside me.

“Audrey’s totally smitten with you,” I tell her.

“But doesn’t she love you?”

“Well, yeah,” I tell her. “We both said we love each other, but I told her it was okay if she has a crush on you, too. It’s only fair; after all, I’m also in love with you, Mum.”

Her smile could have lit up the entire world. “Oh, my… I have two sweet little nymphets who want to play with me! What a lucky girl I am.” She leans in and sniffs at me. “You smell like pussy. Go take a shower while I cook dinner.”

That confuses me. “What’s wrong with my smell? Don’t you like it?”

“I do, believe me,” Mum says with a nod, “but if you start out clean and fresh again, my nose will tell me when your cunt is getting wet.”

“So you can…”

“Molest it!”

“One shower, coming up!” I kiss her cheek and run upstairs.

I shower and put on clean knickers and the sexy vest that Mum likes, then select a dress, an old one that I wore when I was younger, so short that it barely covers my bum. I look at myself in the mirror, then turn my back and peer between my legs. I can see acres of white cotton; perfect!

I come downstairs and Mum has dinner ready, soup and a Thai salad. It’s delicious. We sit at the breakfast bar and she pours me a glass of wine.

“Is this the same wine that you…?”

“Yes, the same kind I drank from your cunt. We’ll save some for later.” She looks up at me. “Why are you wearing a dress?”

“Remember when we talked earlier about spanking?”

“Oh, I get it. You want to lie across my knee while I lift that skirt up and pull your knickers down, right?”

“Yes! Can we make a video of that? Audrey will want to see it.”

“Absolutely, but you have to do something bad to earn a spanking.”

“I’m going to. I’m going to do something that would land us both in jail if anyone found out.”

She looks intrigued. “Like what?”

“I’m gonna do the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen two girls do on the internet.”

“There’s a lot to choose from.”

“Here’s what’s gonna happen, Mummy. You’re gonna lie on your bed and let me take your knickers off, then you’ll spread your legs, and then I’ll push my whole hand inside your cunt.”

Her face lights up. “But that’s not illegal.”

“Not between adults, but I’m still a little girl. Plus, it’s incest. Daughters don’t usually fist-fuck their mums. But we’re not usual, are we?”

“They’d put me in jail, not you; you’re too young. They’d say I made you do it, lock me up and put you in a foster home. So this has to be a secret, like all the other stuff we do. But if that’s what you want, I’m perfectly happy with it. It can be part of your education.”

Hand in hand, we go up to Mum’s room. I take her slip off, then pull her knickers down. Naked, she lies down on the bed, legs spread wide. I kneel between them, licking my lips as I stare at her beautiful cunt. Her lips are already glistening with moisture.

“There’s lube on the bedside table,” Mum says. “Cover your whole hand with it.”

I grease up, then take her labia between my forefingers and thumbs, pulling them wide apart, gazing into my mum’s tunnel of love.

“Wait a sec,” she says, “this is a better position.” She rolls on to all fours, facing the head of the bed, then pushes her bum up. I get behind her, give her a little kiss on each cheek, then push two fingers into her, palm down. I stroke in and out, feeling how wet she is, then add a third and fourth finger. I push in until my thumb presses against Mum’s pubic bone.

“Oh, yes, Misty!” she groans. “Fill me up. Put your whole hand inside me.”

I know what to do, just from watching lesbians fuck on the internet. Folding my thumb into my palm, I push inward. Mum grunts, moans, then cries out loud when my hand penetrates her, entering halfway.

Her body is quivering all over, from head to toe. “Am I hurting you?” I ask.

“NO!” she cries. “Don’t pull out! Okay, now put a finger up my bum.” I slide the index finger of my free hand into Mum’s anus. “Now push your hand harder. That’s right. Harder!”

Suddenly, my hand slides into Mum’s vagina, right up to the wrist. She screams, then blurts, “Hold still for a minute, let me get used to it.” She breathes hard for a minute or so, then slowly nods. “Okay, now make a fist. Mum inhales sharply as my hand shifts about inside her, then she moans, “Oh, Jesus, I’m in heaven. All right, I’m ready to be fucked. Pump it in and out. Fuck me, my darling little girl, fuck your Mummy.” Her words excite me every bit as much as the sharp aroma of her cunt, now filling the room.

My fist is going deeper and deeper into her with each thrust, until I’m in halfway up my arm. I’m amazed at how much room there is inside her.

“More! More!” she cries, her whole body twitching. “Fuck Mummy’s cunt!” I press even deeper, until I feel my knuckles touch something — her cervix, maybe, and she groans.

“Are you okay?”

“Yes, it’s all right, Misty, I’m coming.” Her voice grows louder. “Oh my God, I’m coming!”

“Come for me, Mummy,” I call in encouragement, “come for me!” My arm is churning around in her juicy hole, giving me this incredible feeling of power. She’s going completely wild, and I’m making it happen!

When her orgasm hits its high point, Mum makes this sound like nothing I’ve ever heard from her, then slumps forward, her arse still up. I’ve made my Mummy come! I’m so excited and proud.

“Shall I take it out?” I say.

Mum shakes her head. “Leave it in there for a moment. I want to remember this. I was in heaven, my darling, and you took me there. I love you so much.”

I’m filled with pride and devotion for my darling mummy. “I love you, too,” is all I can say.

After a few seconds I slide my hand from her with a slurping noise. She rolls on to her back as I hold my hand up and look at all the juice dripping from it. I lick up as much of it as I can, then look at her cunt. It’s gaping wide. I could put my fist right back in there with room to spare, but instead I jump off the bed, find her phone and take a close up picture of Mum’s deep cavern, still stretched wide. A tennis ball could fit into it without touching the sides.

She’s slowly recovering, getting her breath back when I show her the phone. Mum smiles. “The happiest cunt in the world,” she declares.

“And the most beautiful. Now, I’ve been a bad girl, haven’t I, Mummy? I broke the law. And you have to spank me. Where’s the camcorder?” My phone would do the job, but who would hold it? I can set the camcorder up, press “record” and leave it to capture everything.

“Kitchen.”

I run downstairs, find it in a drawer and dash back up again, to see Mum wiping her cunt with the bed sheet. She puts her slip back on as I place the camcorder on the dresser, aim it at the end of the bed and tell Mum to sit there. I start recording, then quickly lie across her knee.

“You bad, bad girl!” Mum says, slowly pulling my dress up. I lift my body so she can pull the dress even higher, round my chest. I want to show off as much of my body as I can for the camcorder.

Once I’m exposed, Mum runs her hands over my bum cheeks, still covered by my knickers, then with one hand, she tugs them down, one side at a time, until they’re just below my knees. Her palm runs up my thigh and her fingers go between my legs, teasing my cunt. I feel her other hand press under my tummy to join the first and her fingers slide into me. I’m already soaking wet, intensely aroused from fisting my mum.

She leans forward and kisses my bum, then delivers slaps to my cheeks, just hard enough to sting so they’ll be pink, hard enough for it to look like I’m really been punished, but it doesn’t really hurt.

“Ouch!” I cry, faking pain.

After three on each cheek, she kisses my bottom again. “There, you wicked child. You got what you deserved. From now on, I’m gonna spank you every time you’re naughty.”

I roll onto my back, my upper torso and legs hanging down on either side of her thighs, my tummy elevated, my legs parted enough for the camera to see my cunt. Mum’s hand strokes my thigh, riding higher and higher until her fingertips touch my puffy mound. I wonder if I’m going to show this to Audrey, or would it be a little too wild for her?

I want to see the video now, so I reluctantly roll off Mum, stand and pad over to the camcorder, switching it off.

“Let’s see it,” Mum demands.

We replay it, looking at the screen. Oh, it’s perfect! It almost looks like I’m really getting disciplined in a big way, even though the spanks are relatively gentle.

“Audrey will love this, Mummy.” I’ve decided that she really needs to watch this.

“Isn’t it a bit too much? The spanking’s okay, but I touched your cunt. Is she ready for that?”

“I’ll find the right opportunity to let her see it.”

“Swear her to secrecy; promise?”

“I promise.” I pause. “Mummy, can I sleep in your bed tonight?”

She thinks about it, then shakes her head. “You know, Misty, I’m pretty much all washed out, having had your fist up my cunt… and if I let you sleep with me, I can’t imagine getting much rest. I wouldn’t be able to keep my hands off you, and then we’d end up fucking again. Sorry, darling, but there will be other nights.”

“Okay, you have a point. I’ll just lie in my own bed and masturbate while I think about Audrey.”

“Wanna borrow a vibrator?”

I ponder the idea. “I guess not. It would distract my thoughts from her.”

Mum laughs. “Ah yes, those erotic, lascivious, lewd and incredibly dirty thoughts of yours! Sometimes, I really wish that I could be inside your head.”

I just smile. In many ways, she already is.

As promised: Part Three!

By Misty Meadow

I’m in my bedroom, admiring myself in the wall-to-wall mirror that comprises the doors of my closet. All I’ve got on is my underwear, consisting of a white cotton vest and knickers. The vest, unlike the usual tank-top style that little girls wear, has a neckline shaped like an inverted W with narrow shoulder straps and a thin trimming of lace. It looks like it was made for girls with boobs, but mine haven’t grown in yet. My knickers are perfectly ordinary full cut white briefs, with that scalloped elastic round the legs that make them look so different from, say, a bikini bottom. One time, I tried on a thong that belonged to a sleepover friend (it was early morning and she hadn’t yet awakened) and went into my mum’s room to show her. She was sitting on the end of her bed in a baby-doll nightie that was open all the way down the front.

Mum laughed when she saw me. “So you like to wear another girl’s knickers, Misty? Oh, that’s so fucking precious!” She uses adult language around me without a second thought.

“Do I look sexy?”

“Any little girl looks sexy in their undies… but I’m sorry, darling, those look slutty.”

“But I thought you liked sluts,” I pouted.

“When they’re grown up. You’re sexy enough without having to try too hard. Stick to nice white knickers until you’re a bit older.”

I was disappointed — but on the other hand, the thong wasn’t comfortable; it felt like I was sitting on a clothesline. Anyway, I always try to please Mum, and if she likes me to dress like a little girl, then I’m happy to wear my plain knickers for her.

Mum continued. “I’d rather you borrowed my knickers than wear an ugly thong. You can help yourself to them, you know. Any time you like.” You might imagine they’d be too big for me, but Mum is ultra-petite; her dad was really short. Mine was big, I guess, because I’m tall for my age, so her knickers fit me fine. One time I sneaked into her room and tried on a pair of see-through panties and, yes, they fit. I looked totally hot in them, too.

“Take that thong off,” Mum said, and I pushed it down to ring my ankles, then straightened up, posing for her. She stared at me, naked from the waist down, then smiled. “Now that’s a sexy look!”

“I’m too young to look sexy,” I mumbled, making a face.

“Rubbish. Look, you have sexual feelings, don’t you?”

I always tell Mum everything; we have no secrets. “Well… I feel little tingles down in my tummy when I touch myself in bed at night.”

She smiles. “Touching your cunt, are you? You’re old enough to look sexy, then.” She picked up the thong, held it to her face and took a deep breath. “Too bad, I can’t smell anything.” I had to laugh.

The great thing about Mum that she shares everything with me, holding nothing back. Although I’m still only eleven, she’s told me all about sex, particularly sex between women. She’s gay herself, which made me wonder how she became a mother. One day, she finally explained that to me. It seems that she was date raped at a party when she was fourteen, and I was the outcome. Now, she’s twenty-five and amazingly beautiful, as slender and elegant as a supermodel. Mum’s name is Jo, by the way.

Looking at my reflection in the mirror, I can imagine how she might find me sexy. I do have a pretty face, though I look younger than eleven. My dark eyes are big and my little nose is upturned. My lips are deliciously kissable and my black hair, worn in two plaits, hangs almost down to my waist. I turn from side to side, studying my body. I can’t call it my “figure,” exactly, as it has no real shape. My chest is as flat as a boy’s. Still, if Mum likes the way I look, I’m not going to complain.

Just then, the door opens and Mum comes in, stark naked but for a towel around her neck. “Breakfast will be ready in about fifteen minutes, after I shower,” she says. Standing behind me, Mum puts her hands on my shoulders. “Admiring yourself, huh? There’s a lot to admire. Every time I see you, you seem to get sexier.”

My face lights up; I love being called sexy! It makes me feel grown-up. I lean back against my mother, feeling her breasts pressing against me. She’s only five foot four, and I’m just two inches shorter.

“Aw, Mum, you always say that.”

“I mean it.”

“Mums don’t go around saying their daughters are sexy. It sounds incestuous.”

“Incestuous? Where did you learn that word?”

“On the internet.” Mum lets me surf whatever I want on the net, even porn.

“Hmm. Well, since you seem to know what incest is, I think it’s time that I tell you something about myself, something you didn’t know.” Mum takes a deep breath, then comes out with it. “You see, your grandmother loved me in a very special way. As a daughter, yes, but she loved me in a physical sense, too.” She pauses again, then added, “I often think about you like that… being with my sweet little girl, sharing good feelings. Just like my mother did with me.”

I’m astonished! “You mean you and Gran were…?”

“I expect it will come as a shock to you, but yes, we were having sex.”

I don’t know whether to be horrified, intrigued or aroused. It’s hard to get my head around, the idea of Mum and Gran being lovers.

Wait, wait — did Mum just say that she thinks about loving me that way? I was too stunned to speak, or even move.

Mum didn’t seem to notice, just continued to speak.  “Your Gran liked seeing me in nothing but my undies, and I liked to let her look.” She reaches around my waist, takes hold of the elastic of my knickers and pulls upwards. The fabric is stretched tightly over my vulva, and Mum grins with delight. “Look, a perfect camel toe! That’s the name for it, by the way.” She leaned in close to get a better view. “I like camel toes. I think a girl should show off the shape of her cunt whenever appropriate.”

I managed to get my voice back. “Like when?”

“When you and I are alone,” she whispers in my ear, “and when I need to be reminded of what I must have looked like to Gran. Even when I was fully clothed, she’d try to look up my dress, and I gave her lots of opportunities. One thing I loved to do was raise the bottom of my skirt to clean my glasses, revealing the front of my knickers. They were always white, just like yours.” She sighed, lost in sweet memories. “Today, they’d call my mum a child molester, but I never felt like I was being harmed in any way. I loved her attention, her hugs, her caresses, even when her hands went places they weren’t supposed to.”

“She touched your kitty?” I ask, incredulously.

“Yes, my cunt. She couldn’t get enough of it. Sometimes, we’d get completely naked together and she’d touch me all over. She liked to stroke my whole body with these… feather-like brushes of her fingertips. It made me shiver in a really nice way.”

Picturing it, I feel a tremor of excitement. “Didn’t that freak you out?”

“No, not a bit. She was always hugging and kissing me,  and we used to give each other massages, so it was just a short leap to touching me sexually. Other kids mightn’t have tolerated it, but to me, it was just another way for Mum to tell me how much she loved me.”

“Did you touch her cunt?”

“What do you think? Of course I did, and she didn’t have to ask me, either. She was usually dripping wet, too. Your grandmother was obsessed with pleasure, with making love. I take after her, and I’d wager that you too, darling.” Mum releases the elastic of my knickers with a snap, then brings her palms up to my chest. “Still no boobs, huh? I’m glad.” She caresses me as though they’d grown, teasing my nipples.

“Glad?” I’m aghast. “But I want tits like yours, Mummy, nice little firm ones that don’t need a bra, with big brown nipples.”

“For your friends to play with?” she chuckles.

“My friends aren’t like that,” I sigh. “All they talk about is stupid boys. It’s so bloody boring!”

“I’ll play with your titties, then.” She’s joking, I think. Perhaps. “How do you feel about me, y’know, growing hair down there?” It’s a silly question, because she sees me naked all the time so she knows my cunt is bald as an egg. Nevertheless, I invite her to look.

Just like that, Mum slides my knickers down to mid-thigh, and we gaze at my reflection in the mirror. “Look at your cunt,” she murmurs in my ear. “See how puffy your mound is? Like a ripe peach.”

“Yeah, but I don’t have any lips like you do.” I call them elephant ears. They’re huge and pinkish brown and her clit protrudes from the top. Mum lets me look at her cunt anytime I want. She seems to enjoy showing it to me. I can understand that, because right now, I’m loving the feeling of her gaze on my treasure.

“Don’t be in a hurry to grow up,” my mum tells me.” You’ll never be sexier than you are now.” She leans back on the bed, propped up on her elbows.

As I turn to stare at her cunt, Mum stretches out, spreading her legs wide apart in a shameless gesture of invitation. “Why don’t you take a picture of me, Misty? Just like this.” Her cunt is shaved, but today I can see a hint of stubble; that’s not good. I go to fetch my phone, then use it to record this amazing pose.

I bring it up on the screen, then Mum and I look at it together.

“Now, that’s sexy,” I exclaim, “way more sexy than I am, anyhow.”

“No, no. Tell you what, let’s compare. I’ll take a shot of you. Get naked.”

I bring my feet together, which allows my knickers to fall to the floor, then step out of them as I lift my vest over my head. She gets up and I take her place on the bed, lying just as she was, my legs spread wide.

The flash goes off. She gazes at my phone, then displays it to me. “See? You’re fucking hot, young lady! Much lovelier than me.” I don’t agree, but I’m not going to argue.

Handing my phone back to me, Mum bends to scoop my knickers up from the floor. “Were you wearing these all night, then?”

“Yeah,” I admit. She immediately holds them to her face, inhaling deeply. I give a nervous laugh. “Oh, Mummy, that’s so dirty!”

“I’m a dirty girl,” she asserts. “A knicker sniffer. It’s not that uncommon; all my girlfriends do it.”

I take my still-warm undies from Mum’s hands and smell them for myself. There’s a faint aroma, like how my finger smells when I do myself in bed at night. It’s actually sort of nice. “Hmmm… not bad,” I say.

“That’s my girl!” she says, looking proud. “I’ll make a lesbian of you yet.” I like to think I’m one already, but I don’t exactly love any girls yet, only my mum.

“Come on, Misty,” she says. “Let’s take a shower together.”

Oooh, yes, I love showering with Mum! Her skin is like alabaster, I think to myself. I’m not exactly sure what alabaster looks like, but it has a nice sound to it.

In the bathroom she sits on the loo, relieving herself. I like it when she lets me watch her pee; it’s so intimate. I always let her watch me, too — always leaving the bathroom door open, smiling at her when she walks past and pauses to look.

“Your Gran used to drink my pee, you know,” she announces.

“What?” I’m aghast. “That sounds awful!”

“It’s an acquired taste. When you grow up, you should try it. My mum would let me pee on her in the bathtub. We called it a golden shower, or watersports. Lots of lesbians love it.” Is she making that up just to be funny? I find it hard to believe.

Her stream ends, and Mum wipes herself, then slides her bum to the front of the toilet seat and leans back. “Care to shave my cunt, darling?”

I can only stare, my heart racing. Shave Mum? Right then, I can’t think of anything I’d rather do. “Okay, sure,” I answer, trying to seem much calmer than I really am.

Reaching over for a bright orange tube of shaving cream, she hands it to me. “Use this,” she says. “Put some in the palm of your hand, then spread it all over my cunt.”

My heart is racing even faster than before. Although I’ve spent what probably adds up to hours looking at Mum’s naughty bits when she eagerly shows them off to me, I’ve never actually touched her there. No time like the present, I think, squirting a dollop of the shaving cream into my hand. Kneeling before my mother, I reach out to touch between her legs.

She watches as I apply the stuff. “Put plenty on… more than that, darling… that’s it, now shave me. Put your finger over my clit, so you don’t accidentally cut it.” I’m getting more excited with every second. Mum’s clitoris seems bigger than usual, so I wonder: is she getting aroused from my touch? God, I hope so!

Using Mum’s razor, I carefully shave her whole pubic area, from the tops of her thighs to her mound, then wipe the excess cream off with a washcloth. “Okay, all done,” I finally say.

“Check to make sure it’s nice and smooth,” she says.

I run my hand all over Mum’s vulva, and it seems pretty well shaved to me. “It… it feels fine,” I mumble. God, I can’t believe that I’m actually getting to touch my mother between her legs. She feels warm and nice down there, too.

“I think you missed a bit, darling. Why don’t you shave me once more?” I glance up and into her twinkling eyes, knowing that she’s just making an excuse for me to touch her again.

I repeat the task — adding more cream, wiping the razor, squeezing Mum’s lips between my fingers to keep them clear while I shave her, then use the damp washcloth to bathe away the foam. Once more, I press my hand to her cunt, feeling all over. It’s perfect, but I’m not ready to stop touching my mother.

“Thank you, my darling. That was fun, wasn’t it?” I nod my head vigorously. “When you grow hair down there, will you let me shave it off?”

“Absolutely!” I affirm.

“Gran used to let me shave her. It was one of the ways she showed how much she loved me.”

I longed to know more. “What else did you do?”

“She liked to run her hand up the inside of my thigh until her fingers were under my knickers, pressing against my cunt. She’d ask me to stand in front of her and lift my dress to show the undies I wore… if I happened to be wearing any, that is. I was about ten when she first did that to me, touched my cunt.”

“Ten! That’s even younger than me!”

“Oh, yes, and I was every bit as cute as you are. She just couldn’t help herself. We liked to take showers together, and she would lather my body up with suds, then stood behind me, soaping my flat chest, teasing my nipples with her fingers. Then her hands slid down my tummy till she was rubbing my sweet little cunt, back when it looked just like yours does now. The first time my mother ever made me come, that’s how she did it.

“After that, Mum touched me that way every day for months. Then one afternoon while we were in the shower, I decided I wanted to do those things to her. I got behind and reached round to put soap all over her titties… and that felt so lovely that I just had to reach down and do her cunt as well. Mum said, ‘Put your fingers in me, my darling,’ and that’s how I learned how to masturbate. Not on my own, but from doing it to my mother.”

“It’s hard to believe,” I say, though I can picture it perfectly in my head.

“Don’t think of her as you remember her. Your gran was in her late forties when she died and still quite sexy, but I’m speaking of when she looked more like I do now.”

“So… she was sexy like you, Mummy?”

“Like us, my darling.”

“I need to pee,” I tell her.

She gives me a long look as she sits, leaning back, her legs parted. “Okay, so straddle me.” She slides her bum to the back of the seat. “Stand with your legs either side of my thighs and pee between my legs into the bowl.”

This is going to be so much fun. I position myself carefully, hold my cunt open with my fingertips, and pee, but I was a bit too close to Mum, and splashed her belly. “Oops! Sorry.”

“It’s okay. I like being peed on, really. Go on, do it again.” This time, my stream hits the area I just shaved, flows down over her lips and into the loo. Mum is grinning hugely. “This is deliciously dirty,” she says. “We’re having our own golden shower.”

My stream wavers, wetting the inside of her thighs. “How’s that?”

Mum she smiles up at me, adoration on her face. “Oh, Misty, my darling little girl. You’re getting me so excited! Next time, let’s do it in the shower and you can pee on my tits.”

I laugh, but now the idea doesn’t seem quite so strange. If Mum wants to do it, I’m perfectly willing. “Sure, Mum.”

“Now let’s get cleaned up.”

We step into the shower and I adjust the water temperature. Mum squirts bath gel on her hands, stands behind me and lathers my shoulders, my back and my bum cheeks, slipping a hand right between my legs to stroke my cunt. Then, with another shot of gel, she reaches around me and does my chest.

“Can I do to you what Gran did to me?” she whispers in my ear.

“Yes!” I cry, excitedly. “Wash my cunt, Mum. Do what Gran did, I want you to!”

With one arm around my waist, Mum slides a soapy hand down over my tummy, pressing it between my legs. This is the first time she’s ever touched my cunt, though I’ve been wanting her to do something like this for ages.

Her finger trails through my slit, and a warm glow spreads through my tummy, then into my entire body. It’s like nothing I’ve ever felt before. Okay, maybe something like when I touch myself I’m in bed, but a hundred times more thrilling. I think the word for how I feel might be “lust.”

I lean back against my mother, her breasts against my back, spreading my feet apart to give her better access. A choked cry escapes my lips when Mum’s middle finger penetrates me, about an inch or so. My knees are so weak that I can hardly stand.

“Are you okay, Misty?” she whispers.

“Yes, Mummy! Do it to me!” I cry. Taking hold of her wrist, I drive her finger deeper, all the way into my cunt. She rolls it around a bit, then inserts another. Before I know it, she’s thrusting them in and out, her arm churning like a piston. I’m being fingered by my own mother, and I don’t care if it’s wrong, because I’m fucking loving it!

“My darling sexy girl,” she murmurs, “you’re making me so happy. I love you with all my heart!”

That’s when it happens. I come in a surge of ecstasy, waves of heat licking through my abdomen, spreading to all parts of my body. I slump and nearly swoon, but Mum’s strong arm around my waist keeps me from falling. I can hear myself making all kinds of loud sounds, like those lesbians on the internet videos I watch, but my cries aren’t faked.

I’m blown to smithereens and carried up to heaven, then I slowly condense and drift back down to earth.

Mum kisses my neck, then turns me round to face her. “Did you come?”

I smile and nod. “It was awesome, Mummy. Like nothing like anything I’ve ever felt before. Like I was on fire!”

“I knew you were aroused, because your cunt was so wet when my fingers went into you.”

“Oh, I was turned on from earlier in the bedroom,” I say, “when you were looking at my cunt and letting me look at yours, and also on the loo when we played our pee game.”

The shower has rinsed all the soap from our bodies, so we step out and towel each other off, our hands lingering in what once were forbidden places, but now are new territory to be further explored. Casting the big Turkish towel to one side, Mum takes my hand and leads me into her bedroom.

I flop onto her bed, lying back with my feet on the floor, giving her a good look at me. She never seems to tire of the sight. Mum looks between my legs for a long while, then sighs. “One day, after you reach puberty and grow tits and hair, your world will open up and you’ll discover boys, and I’ll lose you, Misty.”

“No, not boys, Mummy, girls! I’m gonna be a lesbian, like you.”

She smiles. “Oh, I hope so, I really do! And you’ll be ready for them. I want to teach you everything I know about sex between girls, but I never want to forget how erotic you look right now.” Mum studied my nude body. “Misty, may I take a few pictures of you?”

“Like this?” My heart leaps. “In the nude?”

“Completely naked, with those lovely slender legs parted in invitation, yes. Where’s my phone…? Oh, it’s downstairs. Don’t move, I’ll be back in a sec.”

As soon as she leaves the room, I leap to my feet and open the top drawer of her dresser where she keeps her knickers. Rifling through them, I find a skimpy pair of transparent nylon ones that are split from the waist in the front down and up to the waist at the back. Wow, crotchless knickers! I’ve seen ones like this on the internet. I step into them, then look at myself in the mirror, pulling the gap at the front open. Now this looks sexy, much better than that awful thong.

Coming back into the room, Mum pauses in mid-motion at the sight of me, then grins. “Shit! I was saving those as a surprise for you, but now that you’ve found them I think I should’ve worn them earlier. They do set off your sweet little cunt quite deliciously.”

“I’m delicious? Sounds like you wanna eat me, Mummy.” I’m perfectly aware of the double meaning of the word “eat”. Lesbians on the internet write a lot about doing oral sex, after all.

She gave a thoughtful nod. “You know, that’s what I said to my mum one day when she was giving me a massage. She stroked and rubbed my back and my bum, then rolled me over and ran her hands all over my tummy and thighs — and every few seconds, her fingers would brush my cunt. I could feel myself getting wet.

“Imagine it. I was eleven, just like you, a couple of years from being a woman. I had my legs spread wide apart, and my cunt was juicy as it could be, so I wasn’t too surprised when Mum got down between my thighs, pressed her lips to me and began to lick.

“It felt so amazing that I almost peed myself. She licked me so nicely, like those lesbian videos you love to watch, that I don’t have to describe it in detail. I’ll just say that Mum sent me to heaven with her mouth. She made me come within minutes! It was my very first orgasm, and I’ll remember it as long as I live. Afterward, she held me in her arms, and I cried tears of happiness.” She falls silent, lost in thought, then snaps back into the moment. “Anyway, let’s take a picture.”

She aims her phone at me and the flash goes off, then she sits beside me to show me the shot. There I am, a preteen nymphet on my back wearing crotchless knickers with my legs spread wide, quite deliberately flaunting my cunt for the camera — and anyone who wants to look at the picture, for that matter.

“Wow!” I breathe. “That’s so dirty – in a good way, I mean.”

Mum sits beside me, puts an arm around my shoulder and looks at the screen. “Yes, you’re my dirty little girl, my darling little minx!” I giggle. “My shameless little exhibitionist, so willing to expose her most intimate parts to her mummy. The dirtier you are, the more I love you, Misty.”

I snuggle into her. “I love you too, Mummy. Can I take a picture of you now?”

Without a word, she goes over to the dresser and sits on it with one foot up, the other on the floor, her cunt lewdly displayed. She gives the phone a “come-and-get-me” look as I take the picture.

“Now I want one of you in these knickers,” I say, slipping them off and handing them to her. Mum pulls them on and sits on the chair, her feet up on the seat so that not only is her cunt on show, her bum hole is, too. I take another picture, and it looks even more wicked than the first.

“Back in a sec,” she says, darting out room, reappearing seconds later with a pair of my white cotton knickers. “I got these from the laundry hamper. You wore them yesterday.” As she holds them up to her face and inhales, I’m on my knees before her, tugging the crotchless ones down her legs. She hands me mine and I hold them open for Mum to step into, pulling them all the way up to her hips.

We stand side by side in front of the mirror, admiring each other. She looks like an older version of me with tits. I aim the phone, turn off the flash, and touch the shutter icon. There’s enough light for the camera to catch everything in perfect detail. Just like me, she’s displaying a prominent camel toe.

Mum presses a palm against her mound. “I’m thinking about how your cunt was in these knickers all day, and now mine is there. This is so fucking erotic!” She’s weird, but I still love her.

She starts a little dance. “Two little girls from school are we,” she sings to the tune of Gilbert and Sullivan, “two little girls from school.”

I laugh. “We should be on the stage, huh?”

For a moment I picture us both in an auditorium with a huge audience of gay girls as we perform naked for them. It makes my tummy tingle.

“Maybe I could be a stripper when I grow up. Do they have strippers in lesbian bars?”

“I’m not sure; I’ve never seen one, but they do have quite a few gay girls in the audience in strip clubs. Hell, every female stripper I’ve ever known was a dyke.”

“But there’d be men at those places, right? No, thank you! I’m a girl’s girl.”

“I want you to lie down at the top of the bed now, sweetie.” I do so and Mum sits beside me, takes one of my pigtails and ties it to one of the vertical brass rails at the head of the bed, using a simple thumb knot, then does the same with the other. From her closet, she produces a belt from one of her bathrobes and ties my wrists to the bar across the top. Gripping my feet, she lifts my legs up and ties my ankles to the bar, closer to the center. Now my shoulders and upper back are on the bed and my bum high up in the air, both my holes now on full display.

I feel so deliciously exposed and vulnerable as Mum takes a picture of me. “Oh, this is one for the ages!” she declares, showing me the screen. Such a sexy sight, it makes me shiver.

Heart racing with excitement, I nervously moisten my lips. “What are you going to do to me, Mummy?”

“What would you like me to do?” she fires back.

“Um… you could spank me.”

Mum shakes her head. “That can wait. I have plans for spanking you later.”

That gets me thinking. “How ‘bout this: we can pretend you’ve kidnapped me and taken me to your secret lair where you sexually molest little girls. Do whatever you like to me, anything at all. You could lick my cunt and bum hole. You could tickle my pussy with your vibrator.” Mum’s eyes widened slightly. “Yeah, I know you’ve got one; I found it on the shelf in your closet. You could put it inside me; I’d love that!”

She grinned, joining me in my wild fantasy. “Oh, I’ve got more than one. I could fuck both your holes at the same time. You’re too young to be fisted, but I’d love to try that on you when you’re older. I could straddle your body and pee all over you… but no, that’d involve too much dirty laundry, forget that.”

“I know! You could pinch your nipples until they’re nice and hard, then push one into my cunt!”

“What a vivid imagination you’ve got, my love. Hold on, though, I’ve got an even better idea.” From the small cupboard at the bottom of the bedside table, she brings out a bottle of wine and a glass. Taking a towel from her closet, she folds it in half and slides it under my bum. She uncorks the bottle, places the top between my cunt lips, then upends it. Little bubbles rise in the bottle as the liquid flows into me and when it starts to leak, she quickly removes the bottle, bends down and clamps her lips to my cunt, sucking the wine out.

Once Mum has emptied me, she sits back and, in the pompous voice of a wine connoisseur, says, “Ah, yes, a cheeky, fruity little number. Promiscuous, yet with a hint of autumn decadence.” I laugh, in spite of how incredibly aroused I am. She’s never put her mouth on me like that before!

She pours wine into my cunt and drinks again. Filling me a third time, she presses the wineglass against my perineum and lets the dark red liquid trickle into it. Holding it to my lips she whispers, “For you, my sweet,” and tilts it to fill my mouth. To be honest, it just tastes like wine, but thinking about where it’s been is the thrilling part.

“Delicious!” I affirm, licking my lips. “Can I drink from you now, Mummy? Please?”

“Later, my love. You’ll be spending a lot of time with your face in my cunt, I promise… but right now, I want to show you how good it feels to have your pussy eaten.”

Waves of pure love sweep through me, and I feel my heart hammering in my chest. At last, at long last, all those fantasies I’ve had about my mother are going to come true.

Mum sets the bottle aside and presses her lips to my cunt once more — only this time, she pushes her tongue into me, then licks my slit up and down. Her tongue flicks at the little bump of my clit which, though still immature, throbs in response.

I want to stroke Mum’s hair, but I’m immobilised, too filled with emotion to move. She reaches up and places her hands on each side of my rib cage, using her thumbs to stroke my nipples. Small as they are, they stiffen instantly. I feel hot and cold at the same time — how can that be?

Taking her hands away from my chest, Mum carefully opens my cunt, gazing at the wetness inside. I can see the hunger in her eyes, and it’s nearly enough to make me come right then, though I somehow manage not to. I want to make this last.

With one arm, Mum gropes for the phone on the bedside table, her eyes never leaving me. Once it’s in her grasp, she brings it between my legs and takes a picture from about six inches away.

Even though I’m aroused like never before, I feel my thighs beginning to cramp, straining against the awkward position that Mum has me bound in.

“You need to untie me, Mummy.” I tell her. She frees my bindings and unties my pigtails and I sit up, rubbing my wrists. She shows me the last picture. There I am, my little girl’s cunt spread wide, the pink cavern open for all to see.

“When I download this to my computer,” Mum says, “it’s gonna look awesome on the sixty-inch TV. Think of it, a five-foot wide image of my little girl’s cunt on the wall. What a terrific dinner conversation piece.” My eyes light up. “I’m joking, kiddo.”

I wish she weren’t. “I wouldn’t mind, Mummy. I’d be proud.” She smiles. I stand and stretch, loosening my limbs as I look at her. She’s still wearing my white knickers, which are now soaking wet between her legs. I can smell the sharp aroma of sex on the air; she must be as turned on as I am.

“You mentioned something about fisting?” I say. I’m familiar with the concept, thanks to internet videos. Does Mum want me to do that to her? I wonder.

“Let’s take a break, darling. It’s nearly dinner time.” My face must have fallen, because Mum takes me in her arms and hugs me. “Oh, my love, don’t pout. There’ll be plenty of opportunities for us to do naughty things together, stuff that your Gran and I did that I haven’t told you about. Go and get dressed and I’ll see you downstairs.”

In my room, I take out a clean vest and knickers and look once more into the mirror, seeing the same little girl who stood there earlier. I might look the same, young, sweet and innocent, but I’ve changed. I’m a girl who has sex with her own mother! Am I some kind of freak? Is Mum one, given her lust for me, her own eleven-year-old child?

Whatever, I don’t care. I love her and I’m going to express my love in every way possible. Because I know that’s what makes her happy, and I want that more than anything.

On to Part Two!

By Girl Lover

The next morning, Emily happily skipped out of her room. Last night, she had fallen in love with the beautiful princess who kissed her.

“Hey, kiddo. You’re up early,” her mom greeted her.

Emily grabbed the Apple Jacks cereal and poured herself a bowl, “I’m going to go over to Kerry’s house. She’s got Calico Critters.”

“It’s too early. They’re probably still waking up.”

“Uhh!” Emily scowled. After she finished her cereal, she sprawled on the couch, watching the clock till it was nine. “Can I go over now?” she implored.

Glancing at the time, mom answered, “Yeah, I guess it’s okay.”

Emily ran out the door to Ms Sanders’ house. When she came to the door, she took some deep breaths, trying to calm herself. She knocked. Several seconds later, the door opened.

“Emily?” Ms Sanders was in a robe, her eyes blinking at the bright sunshine coming through the door. She looked as if she had just woken up.

“I was wondering if…” Emily stammered.

“Yes um… come on in. Kerry’s in her room.”

Emily stepped inside, but made no effort to go to Kerry’s room. She was too nervous to even look up at Ms Sanders. “I wanted to ask you… ”

“Emily…” Ms Sanders bowed her head, “I’m so sorry about what I did last night. I… I never should have done that.”

Emily felt tears coming to her eyes. The kiss had meant so much to her.

To Ms Sanders’ great surprise, Emily looked heartbroken.

“Emily… ” she knelt down, lifting up Emily’s chin with her finger, “What is it?”

“I liked it,” came Emily’s whispered reply.

Ms Sanders’ jaw dropped, “You did?”

Emily nodded.

A long silence hovered over them as Ms Sanders contemplated before deciding.

“I liked it too. I was so afraid that I scared you.”

Emily whispered, “Can you kiss me again?”

Ms Sanders raised up and went over to the couch, sitting down, “Emily… if I were to do that, it could take us on a long road that we really shouldn’t go on.”

“I really want to.”

Ms Sanders blinked a few times, thinking, Well, what are you going to do?

She looked at the willingness in Emily’s eyes, then turned to look down the hall at Kerry’s closed door. For a long time, she didn’t say anything, simply stared at the floor, then, “Could you come over later, about ten?”

Emily nodded.

The gears in Ms Sanders’ head started turning before she even realized what was happening.

Okay… Megan’s not due back till late this afternoon. I’ll drop Kerry over at my sister’s house. That way, we’ll have the house to ourselves.

She stood up and went over to the door, “Go back home and come back in an hour.”

Emily smiled, “Okay.”

Ms Sanders smiled back, “I’ll see you at ten.”

Emily departed. As she turned at the end of the driveway, she turned and waved. Ms Sanders waved back then went to her purse, pulled out her phone and dialed her sister’s number. On the second ring, she heard, “Hey, what’s up?”

“Hey Susan… uh, can you watch Kerry for a few hours?”

“Sure. What’re you doing?”

“Oh, I was, umm… just going to meet someone for lunch.”

“Ooh! Anyone special?” Susan teased.

“No! Well, maybe… kinda… ” Ms Sanders never was good at lying.

“What does that mean?”

“I don’t know. I’m uh… just trying to feel this guy out. You know… just testing the waters.”

“Okay, sure,” Susan laughed, “Well, we’ll see you in a little bit.”

Ms Sanders hung up, feeling sick to her stomach. She had never lied to her sister before, but this was something that her sister wouldn’t understand. Even she didn’t understand it. No one would. She glanced at the clock. 9:07. She still needed to take a shower before dropping Kerry off. She stepped into Kerry’s room, to find Kerry lying on the floor with her crayons and coloring book spread before her.

“Get dressed, sweetie. I’m taking you over to Aunt Susan’s for a while.”

Kerry looked up at her, “How come?”

How come? Jeez, how am I supposed to answer that?

Ms Sanders thought before replying.

“Because… I’m meeting someone.”

She really didn’t want to lie to her daughter and she really wasn’t. She was meeting someone. Emily.

“Who?”

“Uh… A friend from work.”

Okay, that’s a lie.

“Why?”

“Because… we’re… going over some things from work.”

Damn, another lie.

“What?”

Ms Sanders gaped at her daughter in disbelief.

“Can you just get dressed!”

Ms Sanders jumped in the shower, her feelings a mixture of excitement and nervousness. Afterwards, she slipped on jeans, a T-shirt, a little make-up and then went to check on Kerry.

“You ready?” Kerry nodded as she grabbed her crayons and coloring book.

They drove to Aunt Susan’s house as Ms Sanders’ thoughts continued to run wild.

It’s just another kiss. Maybe a few kisses… and possibly more.

Her eyebrows raised at that thought.

More? Yes, more could happen. A lot more.

She caught a glimpse of her daughter, sitting in her car seat, humming a song to herself. She quickly looked away, suddenly ashamed of what she was about to do to someone else’s daughter.

My God! Look what I’ve become.

Five minutes later, Kerry was eagerly ringing Aunt Susan’s doorbell. The door was opened by a thirty-five-year-old woman also in jeans and a T-shirt.

“Hey, Aunt Susan!”

“Hey, Squirt,” Susan replied before asking Ms Sanders, “So, you decided to give my friend another chance?”

“No! It’s no one you know. Just a friend from work.” She quickly looked down. She hated lying.

“Well, have fun. You can tell me about it later.”

Ms Sanders quickly drove back home and practically ran up to the front door.

My God! How bad do I want this?

She saw that there were still several minutes till ten so she sat on the couch and waited.

No, I need a drink first.

She poured herself a glass of wine and brought it back to the couch.

She sipped her wine, staring at the clock, nervously.

We’re just going to kiss, nothing more. And if we wanted to do more, we could… NO! You’re only going to kiss! And maybe touch her a little. That’s it. Nothing else. Maybe Susan could keep Kerry and Megan overnight… STOP!

Ms Sanders sighed.

Yeah, there’s no doubt about it. I’m going straight to Hell for this.

Just before ten, as she was peeking out the window towards Emily’s house, she saw the little girl come running out of her house and up to the door. Ms Sanders quickly opened it as the girl bounced up the steps.

“Come in!” Ms Sanders nervously waved her in before any nosey neighbors could see her there. “What did you tell your parents?”

“I told them I’d be playing with Kerry.”

Ms Sanders was so nervous that once Emily arrived, she didn’t know quite what to do at this point. She sat on the edge of the couch, looking anxious. It reminded her of being nervous on a first date. Emily, looking quite calm herself, came over and sat beside her, looking at her.

“Would you like a drink?” Ms Sanders offered.

“No, thank you,” Emily quietly replied, still watching her expectantly.

Ms Sanders took a deep breath, taking another gulp from her glass of wine. Looking over at Emily, she imagined the words, ‘FRAGILE. HANDLE WITH CARE’ written on her forehead.

Ain’t that the truth, she muttered to herself.

She took another sip and breathed out slowly. Then turning so she was facing Emily, she ever so slowly leaned closer and placed her lips on Emily’s. She pulled back, trying to read Emily’s face for what she was feeling.

“Can we do that again?” Emily asked.

Ms Sanders smiled, partly from relief, and leaned over more confidently, pressing her lips against Emily’s a little harder and holding it a little longer. On a hunch, Ms Sanders decided to take a quick peek to see if Emily’s eyes were closed and sure enough, they were wide opened, staring back at her. She pulled back a little, slightly giggling at Emily’s humorous expression

“Close your eyes, dear.”

Emily did and they resumed kissing.

When Ms Sanders pulled away, Emily fell forward slightly, her eyes still closed and in a daze.

“Well?” Ms Sanders asked curiously.

Emily said quietly, “It was really… wow!”

“Good?”

“Yeah!” the girl nodded, “Can we do it some more?”

Ms Sanders smiled and nodded. This time, her nervousness was gone and there was no hesitation. She kissed Emily passionately, her tongue lightly skimming over the little girl’s lips.

Emily kissed her back in her own fumbling way.

Ms Sanders’ hands, seemingly of their own accord, went to Emily’s legs, then up to her waist, wrapping around her back, pulling Emily against her. Sensing this, Emily wrapped her arms around Ms Sanders in return. Their kissing deepened and despite what she had told herself earlier, Ms Sanders wanted more.

Her hand slid underneath the waistband of Emily’s jeans till Ms Sanders felt her soft vulva.

Emily sucked in her breath and pulled away.

Ms Sanders pulled her hand out, chastising herself for going too far. But to her shock, Emily smiled, saying, “That felt good.”

Ms Sanders’ whispered, “You liked it?”

“Mm-hm.”

“You know what?”

“What?”

“It feels good to me too.”

“Can you feel it too?” Emily asked in amazement.

Ms Sanders nodded as the sound of her own heavy breathing came to her ears.

This is it. What I want is way beyond just kissing.

Her fingernails grazed against Emily’s skin.

“Is this alright?”

Emily nodded, her breathing slow and deep, her eyelids drooping.

She wants this just as much as I do, Ms Sanders realized.

She licked her lips and in a trembling voice, slowly asked, “Would it be okay if I were to take my shirt off?”

Emily nodded, her expression obviously wanting this.

Ms Sanders pulled her T-shirt up over her head and reaching around, unclasped her bra, pulling it off too, making her breasts bounce.

Emily’s mouth dropped and she froze, whispering, “So big!”

“Would you like to touch them?” Ms Sanders asked.

Emily looked up at her to make sure.

“Go ahead. I know you want to.”

Emily, ever so delicately, placed her hand on Ms Sanders’ breast, gently squeezing it, then reached out with her other hand to the other breast. She spent a few minutes just squeezing and caressing them.

Ms Sanders’ eyes closed as her own breathing slowed, feeling something that she hadn’t felt in so long. It was no longer a question of wanting this, but of needing this.

“Can I take off your shirt too,” Ms Sanders asked in a husky voice.

Emily nodded.

Ms Sanders pulled up the hem of her shirt.

Emily lifted her arms over her head as her shirt came off.

They each touched the other till Ms Sanders couldn’t hold back anymore.

“Can… can I take my pants off too?” Ms Sanders barely recognized her own voice as it trembled.

“Yeah,” Emily’s voice was barely a whisper.

Ms Sanders unbuttoned her pants, her hands shaking with each button, kicked off her shoes, then lifted her butt to pull her pants off along with her panties.

Emily stared at Ms Sanders’ thick dark pubic hair, whispering, “Wow!”

Ms Sanders smiled, “Big bush, huh?”

Emily giggled, “Yeah!” She touched it lightly, “It’s soft.”

With tentative hands, the little girl explored the soft, resilient wonder between Ms Sander’s legs. Emily’s gentle, timid fingers lightly petting her vulva sent shivers of delight through her body.

“I really like it when you touch me,” Ms Sanders purred.

They stared into each other’s eyes, gliding their hands, occasionally kissing. Their foreheads touched.

“God, I love kissing you.” Ms Sanders tickled Emily’s tummy, causing her to shriek with laughter.

RIINNGG…

Startled, Ms Sanders jerked up. She turned to look at her phone on the nearby coffee table and picked it up, glancing at it.

“SHIT!! It’s Susan! Emily!… Emily!… SSHHH!” She beseeched the little girl who was still laughing, “It’s my sister! Please be quiet. She can’t know you’re here.”

Emily grew very quiet upon seeing the serious look in Ms Sanders’ eyes.

RIINNGG… .

Why is Susan calling?

Ms Sanders suddenly felt sick.

She took a deep breath, then answered, “H-hello?”

“Mommy?” She heard Kerry’s voice.

“Yes, baby.”

“Whatcha doin’?”

Her face suddenly felt very hot as she looked at her own nakedness and Emily’s too.

She quickly looked away. “I’m uh… with a friend from work.”

“Can we have pizza tonight cuz we haven’t had it in a long time and I really want some.”

Ms Sanders closed her eyes as her stomach felt queasy, “Sure, honey.”

“Can we also… ” Ms Sanders couldn’t hear Kerry’s voice anymore. All she heard was her guilty conscious. The lies. The sneaking around. Risking her family and job. And for what? To make out with a seven-year-old girl.

“Mommy! You’re not listening!”

“I-I’m sorry. What did you say?”

“I said, ‘Can we watch Beauty and the Beast tonight?’”

“Yeah. sure. Look, honey, I have to go. I’ll see you in a little bit, okay? I love you.”

“Love you too, Mommy. Bye!”

The phone hung up, she sat still for a minute, hunched over, her phone in one hand, her head in the other.

I just did the very thing that I pray doesn’t happen to my own daughters.

“Do I have to go now?”

Emily’s sad voice came to her.

“Yes.” Ms Sanders couldn’t even bring herself to look at the girl, “What we did… I shouldn’t have done that.”

“Why not?”

“Because… I did a very bad thing to you. I lied. I went behind your parents’ backs. You’re just a child. If anyone found out about this… what I did… I will lose my daughters, my home, my job… everything! You need to go home and we can never do this again.”

“But why?” Emily sounded hurt and confused, “What’s wrong with… ”

“Emily, please try to understand. I can go to jail, lose my kids. I can’t risk my family. We can’t do this! I… I can’t do this.”

A tear coursed down Emily’s cheek. “We were just kissing!”

“I was doing more than just kissing,” Ms Sanders paused, “I was… going to make love to you. And that’s what could get me in so much trouble. People will think that I made you do these things. They’ll say that I hurt you.”

“But you didn’t!” Emily protested, “I want to kiss you and… and… what’d you call it?”

“Making love.”

“So, what’s so bad about making love?”

“Nothing. It’s just that only grownups are supposed to do it so kids won’t get hurt.”

“But you wouldn’t hurt me. Why can’t I do it?”

Ms Sanders sighed. For all of Emily’s questions, Ms Sanders couldn’t figure out why it would be wrong for her and Emily to kiss or make love.

“I don’t know, Emily.”

“If we both want to, then why is it wrong? It’s not fair! I think it’s stupid!”

That brought a smile to Ms Sanders, who had to agree, “No, it’s not fair.”

“What is making love anyway?” Emily asked.

Ms Sanders thought a bit.

“Making love… is about being attracted to someone and showing them how much you love them, and how you want them to feel good.”

Emily looked confused.

“How do you make them feel good?”

“Well… by touching… and kissing and other things. When we were kissing and holding each other, did it feel good to you?”

“Yeah.” There was another brief silence before Emily said quietly, “I really liked it. Can’t we do more of that making love stuff?”

Ms Sanders bit her lip and didn’t answer for quite a while.

“Emily… if we were to do this, you can never tell anyone. Not your parents, your friends, no one. Not even Kerry. In fact, especially not Kerry. Do you understand?”

Emily nodded.

“I want you to give this a lot of thought and make sure you really want to, okay?”

“Okay, I’ve thought about it.”

“You’re supposed to think about it a little longer than that.”

“This is what I want!”

Ms Sanders saw the sincerity in her eyes and knew it was now up to her.

“This is what I want too.”

***

Ms Sanders felt the cool air on her naked body. Beside her sat the little seven-year-old girl, topless. Ms Sanders took another gulp of wine to settle her nerves.

“Well… since we both want this, I suppose we should go to my bedroom so we can be more comfortable.”

She stood up, taking Emily’s hand and leading her down the hall and into her bedroom. Picking up the girl in her arms, Ms Sanders slowly leaned close, brushing the girl’s lips with her own, breathing in her odor. Their lips touched and Ms Sanders felt Emily’s passion in their kiss. She crawled up on the bed, laying Emily down and unbuttoning the girl’s pants as she watched in awe.

‘This is crazy!… This is crazy!… This is crazy!… ’

Ms Sanders’ thoughts whirled through her head.

She pulled Emily’s pants down her legs, along with her panties as she momentarily stopped breathing. She had seen her daughters naked of course, but they were her babies. There was no lust there. But here… with someone else’s child… the lust was practically oozing out of her. She reached out to touch her, to make sure that this was actually happening and not just some crazy dream. She felt the smooth soft skin and heard the quiet giggle and knew that this was no dream. She bent over, softly kissing her flat nipples, her belly button, the soft folds of her tiny vulva. She glanced up to see how Emily was reacting to all this and stifled a giggle.

Emily’s eyes and mouth were wide open as if she had just seen a unicorn.

Ms Sanders purred, “Do you like this?”

Still in shock, the girl could only nod her head.

“You know…” Ms Sanders continued, “… if I keep doing this, the feeling gets better and better until it feels so good you don’t ever want it to stop. And when you think it can’t get any better, you get this super-duper good feeling that goes through your whole body. Better than anything you ever felt before.”

“For real?” Emily asked wondrously.

“Yes. I want to give it to you, Emily. Don’t be scared. Just enjoy it.”

Ms Sanders ran her hands along Emily’s smooth little body, laying her head between her legs. She kissed her vulva once again but this time she held it there, her tongue and lips stirring within, creating sensations within the girl that Emily didn’t comprehend but enjoyed nonetheless. From time to time, Emily’s thighs would jerk as the strange feeling coursed through her, faint at first but steadily growing stronger.

“M-Ms Sanders,… it’s starting… to feel… really, really good…!”

The girl panted hoarsely before giving out a moan. Her eyes had shut and her breath quickened. Her arms tensed up. She clenched the sheets in her hands as she sucked in little gasps.

Ms Sanders pulled back, afraid that the intensity was too much and tried to calm the girl, using her comforting ‘Mom’ voice.

“It’s okay, Emily. You’re coming. Just let it feel good.”

Emily gasped and heaved, as her body went rigid, in a kind of arch. Then, little by little, her body relaxed, her dazed eyes fluttering closed and her breathing becoming gentle again.

Holy crap! Ms Sanders thought, What an orgasm does to a child’s body is really something else!

She lay beside her, giving the sleeping child small comforting kisses and cradling her.

Eventually, Emily’s eyes fluttered open, blinking several times and asking sleepily, “Wha… wha was that?”

“An orgasm.”

“It was… it was like… I don’t know!”

“Pretty incredible, huh?”

“Yeah!” Emily beamed, “It was… ”

“The best feeling you ever had?”

“Yeah! It felt like busting a big balloon inside of me!” Emily threw out her arms. “Ms Sanders, how did you do that to me?”

Propped up on her elbow, her finger tracing circles around Emily’s nipples, Ms Sanders replied, “Why don’t you call me Nancy. I think we’re way past calling me ‘Ms Sanders’.”

“Nancy,” Emily beamed proudly.

The doorbell sounded from the living room: DIIING-DOOONG! They both froze in fear.

“Who the hell is that?” gasped Nancy in sudden panic.

Emily shrugged, her face looking just as alarmed.

Nancy jumped up, motioning to Emily to stay put, “Shhh! Just stay here. I’ll go see who’s at the door.”

She slipped into her bathrobe and slippers and went into the living room, closing the bedroom door behind her. She peeked out the window and her heart skipped a beat. It was Emily’s mom!

“SHIT!” She hissed under her breath, “SHIT!..SHIT!..SHIT! What’s she doing here?”

She turned back, seeing Emily peeking her head inquisitively out the bedroom door. “Who is it?” she mouthed.

Nancy whispered back, “It’s your mom!”

Emily’s eyes got big.

“Put your clothes on!”

Emily disappeared back inside the room and Nancy opened the door, silently cursing the interruption.

“Hi, Nancy. I need to run a few errands and was wondering if you could watch Emily for a few hours.”

Nancy blinked a few times in disbelief, not sure she heard right.

“Well, is it okay?”

“Oh! Yes, yes!” Nancy stammered, “Of course! That’s more than fine!”

“Oh, good. She was so excited to come over here. She just loves to play.”

Don’t I know it, Nancy remarked to herself.

“Okay, well, I’ll see you later. Thanks.”

Nancy watched as Emily’s mom walked back over to her house and then closed the door, breathing a sigh of relief.

First my daughter, then her mom.

Emily poked her head out again as Nancy walked back.

“It’s okay. Your mom’s going to be gone for a few hours and wanted me to watch you.”

Nancy saw that Emily had not gotten dressed and was still naked.

“Is watching all you want to do?” Emily asked, a sly smile on her lips.

Nancy shook her head, smiling while she dropped her bathrobe, “Uh-uh. I want to do a lot more than just watch.”

Emily went back to the bed and waited. Nancy crawled on the bed beside her.

“How come yours are so big?”

Nancy followed Emily’s gaze, “My boobs?”

Emily nodded.

“That’s just the way nature made me, I guess.”

“My mom’s aren’t this big. Hers are really small, but I like yours.” Emily moved closer. “They’re even bigger than my head.”

“D’ya wanna play with them?”

“Yeah! Can I?”

“That’s what they’re there for.”

Nancy then suggested, “Would you like to put it in your mouth?”

“It’s too big.”

“No, silly, not the whole thing,”

Nancy stroked her hair, “I mean, would you like to put the nipple in your mouth and suck on it?”

Emily made a face. ”You mean like a baby?”

“It doesn’t mean you’re a baby. It feels good and a lot of women enjoy it.”

With a skeptical look, Emily leaned over and placed her lips around the nipple. “Okay, now suck on it like a straw.”

Emily did then said, “Nothing’s happening.”

“Oh, it is. Just keep doing it.”

Emily resumed and Nancy felt a stir within her pussy at the sheer sight of it.

“How does it taste?”

“Like skin,” Emily responded.

She kept at it. Though she knew there wasn’t any milk, there was something about it that made her feel so good.

“Can I play with your pee-pee again?” Emily suddenly blurted out.

Again, there was that stir in her pussy. Nancy lay on her back, propped up on her elbows and spreading her legs wide, so that her sopping wet pussy was prominently exposed to the little girl.

Emily stared at it in awe as she came closer.

“Stick your finger inside to see what it feels like.”

Emily cautiously probed the opening and it tightened instinctively around her index finger.

“Deeper.”

“My finger’s stuck.” Emily tried to push in further and felt it slide in through the soft wetness.

“Oh, God!” Nancy gasped as she reached down to frig her clit. “Oh baby, put all of your fingers in me!”

Emily looked at her, her eyes wide. “They won’t fit.”

“They will, Baby. Just push them in.”

Emily laid her fingers together and tried pushing into the small opening. At first, it resisted, then with a sucking noise, her hand squeezed in.

Nancy groaned as Emily remarked. “This is really slimy.”

Nancy moaned from the exquisite feeling, her breathing laborious. She looked at Emily as her pelvic muscles tightened around the foreign intruder.

Emily felt this and tried to pull her hand out.

Nancy grunted, “Oh dammnnnn… ”

“Am I hurting you?” Emily saw the pained expression on her face.

“Oh, no, Baby… This feels… so good!… Keep doing it!”

Nancy’s brow wrinkled, her eyes gleaming with lust.

“Damn, Emily… You’re gonna… you’re gonna make me come!”

She clenched her fingers so tightly, they hurt.

“Don’t stop!… Ohhh, God… Oh, I love you! Yes! Yes! Make me come! Oh, yesss! Yesss! Ohhhhhhhhhhh!”

A loud, wrenching cry tore from her throat as she abandoned herself to the most intense orgasm of her life. The more so because it was caused at the hands of a seven-year-old girl.

Nancy fell back, out of breath. For over a minute, she couldn’t move and just lay there, gasping for breath. As she came down from her high and felt as if she had enough energy to pull herself up, she moved to a sitting position. Reaching out, she took the little girl in her arms, kissing her, and pulling her down on top of her as she lay back down to rest again.

“Are you okay?” Emily asked, “You were shaking the whole bed.” She seemed genuinely concerned.

“Oh, baby, if you only knew.”

“Know what?”

“Well… remember your orgasm?”

No response.

“The big balloon that busted in you?” Nancy reminded her.

“Oh, yeah!”

“Well, imagine that, times ten.”

“So, I did good?”

“You did very good.”

Nancy kissed her.

“Better than my ex-husband… better than my vibrator… ”

She chuckled as she slowly stood up, her legs weak, her inner thighs wet from her pussy cream.

“I think we both need a shower.”

As they stepped under the spray of the shower, Nancy began lathering soap on both of them, pondering everything that had just happened.

Have I really just had sex with a little girl? And fawned myself before her like a wanton harlot!

Emily smiled up at her, somehow reconciling what they had done.

As they finished and were drying off, Nancy said, “Well, I sure built up an appetite. Are you hungry?”

Emily nodded.

“How ’bout some… fish and potatoes?”

“Okay.”

Emily followed Nancy out to the kitchen.

They were still nude which Emily particularly noticed as she stepped out of the hall and into the dining room. It was quite something else to be naked in someone else’s home and she half expected someone to walk in on her.

Nancy warmed up the food and brought it out on two plates. Emily dug in, her eyes still fixated on Nancy’s full hanging breasts, especially with how they seemed to bounce with every little movement.

They made silly faces at each other from time to time and the little girl’s giggles made Nancy’s heart leap with joy. Then out of the blue, Emily asked something that made Nancy nearly choke on her fish.

“Can we do this every day?”

After Nancy cleared her throat and got her breath back again, she thought of how to answer that.

“Ummmm… Well… Emily… You see… Ummm… This is something that we kinda hafta keep a secret.”

Emily nodded, “I know,” her big eyes staring at her innocently, “But I really want to.”

Nancy looked down, picking at her potatoes, “With my kids and your parents, I don’t know how we can keep it a secret.”

“But if I can come over and Kerry and Megan aren’t here, can we?”

She wants this as bad as I do, Nancy noticed. “Of course. Maybe I could think of a way for the girls to be out of the house and then we could.”

She could feel her nipples hardening under Emily’s gaze. Her legs spread open, seemingly of their own accord. Her greedy hungry pussy wanting more of this little girl.

“I’ll make arrangements with Susan to pick up the girls from school so we can be alone…” Nancy told her, the lust evident in her voice. And to compound what was happening, she noticed that Emily’s hand was under the table and from the way her arm was moving, knew she was rubbing herself.

Nancy took Emily’s hand and brought her over to the couch. Ohhhh… that evil couch. She knew what was coming and was powerless to stop it.

“Are we going to do it again?” Emily asked, her voice high with hope.

“Yes, Baby… Yes, we are.”

Nancy lay back on the couch, spreading her legs with one leg draped over the back. She patted the couch between her legs.

“C’mere, sweetie.”

Emily knelt on the couch between Nancy’s legs.

“Okay, put your leg over mine and lean forward… ”

Emily did as she was told, so that they were scissoring each other.

Nancy sighed at the touch of her own body against Emily’s.

“Ohhhh, yessssss, Emily… rock back and forth… Yea, just like that! Oh, God help me! Fuck! This feels soooooooo good!”

Emily rubbed herself against Nancy’s pussy, enjoying the obscenities coming from Nancy.

“Ohhh, GOD! Emily! Yes! Fuck me! Harder! Harder! You’re making me cuuuuuummmmmmm!”

Nancy grunted and moaned like a wild animal as she rode the wave of ecstasy. Finally, she laid back exhausted and Emily pulled back, looking at the big wet spot on the couch.

Nancy, her eyes closed, felt Emily sliding up her body and laying on top of her. Her head resting on her breasts as Nancy’s arms came around her.

Sometime later, Nancy opened her eyes and glanced over at the clock and started when she saw that two hours had passed.

“Oh God…” Nancy moaned, “We’ll need to shower again.” She patted Emily, “Wake up, dear.”

Emily stirred sleepily. “Come on, we need to get up and take another shower.”

Emily sat up, rubbing her eyes, “What for?”

“Because your mother will be here soon and we don’t want her to see you looking so, umm… unruly.”

They quickly showered and got dressed again. They sat on the couch together, Nancy deep in thought about whether this new relationship had any sort of chance. There were so many barriers, but what Nancy kept coming to was how happy she was in this moment and how much she dreaded having to sleep alone that night, with no one to share herself with.

“Emily… do you think your mom will let you spend the night?”

Emily gave a small gasp, “You mean…?”

“I really want to spend some more time with you, except that Kerry will be here also. My sister doesn’t want to deal with both girls at once for the whole night so she’ll only take one for the night and since I think it’ll be easier to keep our little secret from Kerry than from Megan, Kerry will be here with us.”

 

On to Chapter Three!

 

By Girl Lover

Emily happily walked home once school let out, eager to go to the neighborhood pool in her new swimsuit, a two-piece like the older girls would wear. She still couldn’t believe that her mom actually bought it for her yesterday instead of a one-piece. She hoped that some of her friends would be at the pool so she could show it off. Running through the door, she called out in a single breath, “Hi Mom!… I’m home!… I’m going to the pool!”

“Okay, don’t be out too late.”

Emily quickly undressed, and pulled out her new swimsuit from her chest of drawers. She slipped it on, humming a song, then looked in the mirror to see how it looked. She was pleased to see that she actually looked older, not like a little kid. She pulled on her sandals, grabbed her towel and eagerly ran out the door.

When she arrived at the pool, she saw that there was only a grandmother with a toddler. Disappointed that nobody else was there, she decided to hang out a bit to see if anyone else showed up. Throwing her towel on one of the deck chairs, she jumped in. The water was chilly but she soon got used to it. She practiced some underwater handstands, then when she surfaced, she heard the gate creak open, and turned to see who it was.

A middle-age woman, much older than her mom, with two young girls had come in. She recognized both girls. The older one was in sixth-grade, but Emily didn’t really know her, but the younger girl she definitely knew. It was five-year-old Kerry from the kindergarten class. They always played together during recess. They walked over to the deck chairs and laid their towels next to Emily’s. While their mother sat on the chair, rubbing sunscreen on herself, the two girls ran over and jumped in the pool.

Emily waded over to them, “Hi, Kerry!”

Kerry turned and smiled, “Oh! Hi, Emily!”

They played together for a while with the older girl who was Kerry’s sister, Megan.

“Kerry!”

Kerry turned to look over at her mom who called again, “Come here so I can put some sunscreen on you.”

Kerry waded over to the side of the pool with Emily following. They climbed out and went over, dripping a trail of water behind them.

“Why, hello there,” Kerry’s mom greeted Emily, cheerfully.

Emily didn’t respond but simply stared at her.

Kerry told her mom, “This is Emily. She’s in third grade.”

“I’m Ms Sanders. Are you enjoying the third grade?”

Emily nodded slightly but still didn’t say anything, just continued to stare at Kerry’s mom.

Ms Sanders rubbed sunscreen over Kerry’s body till Kerry protested, “That’s enough, Mom!” and ran back to the pool.

Ms Sanders asked Emily, “Would you like some sunscreen?”

Again, Emily simply nodded slightly, not saying a word. At first, Ms Sanders thought Emily’s awkward silence peculiar, but then figured out that Emily wasn’t staring at her face, but a bit lower… at her chest.

Ms Sanders smiled. It wasn’t the first time that her D-cup breasts had attracted attention. Sometimes, she welcomed the attention, other times, she resented it. It all depended on who did the staring and how they acted. In children however, it was always comical and Ms Sanders welcomed the flattering attention because she knew that there was no ill-will in it. They were simply admiring the view and this was what little Emily was certainly doing now. Ms Sanders finished with the sunscreen and Emily ran back to join Kerry.

Ms Sanders leaned back in the chair to relax. She didn’t really want to come to the pool when her daughters asked, but it sounded like a good way to have some leisure time to think.

The gate creaked open and a couple stepped inside.

Ms Sanders sighed depressingly. Just another reminder that she didn’t have anyone to share her life with.

It wasn’t too long since she had broken up with the only man that she had ever dated after her divorce a few years ago. She had dated him for a few months and at first, he seemed like the perfect guy but as time went on, little things began to reveal themselves that she had had no idea about.

First, there was the drug problem, then the twenty-three thousand dollars in debt which paid for the drug problem, then the embezzling money from his job which led to him losing that job, then the constant nagging…

Even the sex was bad. She never imagined that sex with a young hot guy could be bad, but it was. He was too aggressive. No sweetness or tender moments. The only reason she stayed with him so long was because she was afraid to leave and be alone again. She didn’t want to go through life alone. But eventually, she had to face up to the fact that given the choice of going through life with Patrick or going through life alone… she would rather be alone than with Patrick.

So, they broke up. It wasn’t an easy choice. She was forty-three years old with two children, and men simply aren’t looking for a middle-aged woman with kids to weigh them down. They want a younger woman with no baggage.

Everywhere she went, the grocery store, the school, the park, it seemed as if she would see some cute guy and for a moment, she would imagine what it would be like to be with him. To share moments with him. To have a companion who would hold her during the lonely nights in bed. To be in love. Though her daughters kept her from being lonely, it wasn’t the same. And every time that she would dream of what it would be like to be with some guy who was passing by, she knew that it would remain a dream.

Ms Sanders didn’t notice Emily in the pool stealing glances at her from time to time.

To Emily, she was the most beautiful woman, like a princess.

As the sun sank into the horizon, Ms Sanders called her daughters out to head for home. Emily came out too, knowing that she needed to go home also. As they left, Kerry asked Emily, “Do you want to go swimming again tomorrow?”

“Okay!” Emily responded.

“Mom, can we go swimming again tomorrow, puh-leassse!” Kerry pleaded.

“I don’t see why not. We’ll see you tomorrow, Emily.”

The next day after school, Emily couldn’t get to the pool fast enough. When she got there, her heart sank a little because they weren’t there and she had to wait. Though she was also waiting for Kerry, it was really her mom whom she was waiting for. It wasn’t long till Ms Sanders and Kerry came in.

Kerry ran over and hugged Emily, “C’mon!”

“Uh, I need to have some sunscreen first,” Emily timidly mentioned.

“Mom has some.” Turning to her mother still at the gate, Kerry yelled, “EMILY NEEDS SUNSCREEN!”

“Okay, okay. You don’t have to tell the whole neighborhood,” Ms Sanders replied as she came over.

Kerry threw her towel on the deck chair and jumped in the water as Emily waited for Ms Sanders.

“Hello again, Emily,” Ms Sanders greeted her, “I really love your suit.” To her surprise, the shy little girl said, “Thank you.” She also noticed that Emily’s eyes were still glued to her breasts.

As Ms Sanders began rubbing sunscreen along Emily’s arms and belly, she couldn’t help noticing how attractive the little girl was, quite attractive in fact. Rubbing some on Emily’s cheeks and nose, Ms Sanders thought, What an angelic face she has. There was something about her eyes; like a deep pool into which she was falling. She continued rubbing lotion on the back of her legs, noting that the bottom of Emily’s bikini was tucked into her butt crack a bit.

“Oh, your suit’s kinda wedged in here. Let me pull it out.”

She pulled it out, staring for a moment, thinking to herself, My, that is a cute little bottom… Wait! What?

She turned Emily around to make sure she didn’t miss any spots but instead caught herself gazing at the pouty outer lips of her vulva, framed perfectly against the thin fabric. I did it again! I was positively staring… no, leering at her privates! Why am I doing this?

“EMILY, C’MON!”

Kerry’s cry broke the silence between them and Ms Sanders said, “There, you’re all done.”

Emily ran along and joined Kerry but continued to gaze at Ms Sanders from time to time. She wasn’t even aware of it until Kerry would blurt out, “What’re you looking at?”

When it was time to leave the pool and they were drying off, Ms Sanders suddenly remembered, “Ooh drat! I meant to find a babysitter for Friday night.”

“Whadya need a babysitter for?” Kerry asked.

“I’m going to meet Aunt Susan for a drink.”

“Can I come?”

“No. I need to find someone to stay with you.”

“Not Megan!” Kerry objected.

“Megan can’t. She’s having a sleepover at her friend’s.”

Kerry sucked in her breath as she had an idea, “Emily can stay with me.”

Ms Sanders shook her head, “She’s too young, Kerry.”

“But the last babysitter wasn’t no fun. She wouldn’t play MarioKart with me.”

At which point, Emily herself gasped wide-eyed to Kerry, “You have MarioKart!”

“Yeah, we can play together…” Kerry babbled ecstatically before her mother interrupted, “Kerry, Emily’s too young.”

“But Moooommmm… ”

“I’m seven,” Emily added, hoping that would convince Ms Sanders.

Seeing how emphatic both girls were being, Ms Sanders sighed. Lifting her eyebrows, she thought, Maybe it could actually work.

“Emily, do you think you could stay with Kerry for a few hours on Friday night?”

Emily nodded vigorously.

“I can pay you ten dollars.”

Emily’s eyes widened.

“Do you think your parents will let you?”

“I’ll ask my mom!” Emily exclaimed excitedly.

Ms Sanders fished in her wallet, “Okay, here’s my number. Call me about what your mom says.”

On the way home, Kerry and Emily began making plans for all the fun they were going to have.

As Emily left to go back to her own house, Ms Sanders reminded her, “Call me after talking to your mom.”

“I will!” Emily replied before she ran to her house, bouncing with expectation for the night.

Emily pulled out her key and burst through the front door, “MOM!”

“I’m in my room.”

Emily hurried down the hall to her parents’ room. “Hey Mom, remember when you told me that if I had a job, I would understand the value of money?”

“Yesss…” Mom wondered where this was going.

“Well, Kerry’s mom needs a babysitter and she’s going to pay me ten whole dollars!”

“Kerry’s mom? Who’s Kerry?”

“She’s my friend from school. She needs a babysitter and her mom asked if I could do it. Can I? Can I?”

“Emily, you’re a little too young to… ”

“No I’m not! She’s not a baby! It’s not like I have ta change her diapers!”

Seeing this insistence, Mom sighed, “… Where do they live?”

“Next door. Well, on the other side of Mrs Lavine’s.”

“Babysitting…” Mom stood up, thinking about it, “You know it’s not just playing with Kerry. You have to make sure she’s safe and nothing bad happens. Are you sure you’re ready for that?”

“I am, Mom. Pleeeaaase… ”

“If at any time, you think you need help, you come get me, okay?”

Emily squealed with glee and hurried to the telephone, calling Ms Sanders’ number and blurting out, “My mom said yes, Ms Sanders!”

“Oh wonderful! Can you come over about 6:00 on Friday?”

“Uh-huh!”

“Actually, if you come around 5:30, it might be better.”

“I’ll be there! Thanks! Bye!”

Emily hung up and practically danced into her mother’s room, “Ms Sanders told me to be there by 5:30 this Friday.”

She felt so grown up. It was her first job and she was going to get ten dollars. She thought about how much fun she and Kerry would have and what she could spend the money on.

*****

After school let out on Friday, Emily packed a few things to take with her and waited with eager anticipation. At 5:30, she walked over to Ms Sanders’ and knocked on the door.

The door open and Kerry’s excited face briefly appeared before turning back, “MOMMMMM… EMILY’S HERE!”

Ms Sanders poked her head out from around a corner, her hands trying to put on an earring, “Hello, Emily.”

Emily followed Kerry to her room and when she entered, quickly ran over to the shelf on the wall, gasping, “You got Calico Critters! That’s so cool!” She picked up one of the tiny elephants, “It’s so cute!”

“And look at the koalas.”

The girls were still gushing about the adorable animals as Ms Sanders appeared in the doorway, “Emily, there’s a pizza in the kitchen if you’re hungry.”

Emily turned towards Ms Sanders and her breath caught.

Though it was a simple black cocktail dress, to Emily, Ms Sanders looked stunning. She didn’t even realize she was staring till Kerry broke her attention.

“What’re you looking at Mom for?”

Emily quickly looked away, embarrassed, and muttered, “Nothing.”

“Thank you so much for doing this,” Ms Sanders continued, “I really appreciate it. Kerry, be good while I’m gone, okay?”

“Okay, Mom,” Kerry responded casually, not even looking at her because she was too absorbed in the playsets in her hands.

The girls played and had fun till Kerry grew tired. Emily lay with her on her bed till she fell asleep. Several minutes later, Emily heard the car in the driveway and quietly got out of bed so she wouldn’t wake Kerry.

Ms Sanders opened the door and saw Emily coming out of Kerry’s room, closing the door behind her.

“How did everything go?” Ms Sanders asked.

“Good.”

Ms Sanders dug through her purse, pulled out a ten-dollar bill, and when she gave it to Emily, she looked at it excitedly before placing it in her pocket.

Ms Sanders strolled over to the fridge, “Would you like to have a soda?”

“Yes, please.”

Ms Sanders brought a soda as well as a glass of wine for herself. She sat down and reclined back, sighing, “Well, that certainly was a wasted evening. My sister was trying to set me up on a date with some creep. I could tell right away that there was no way I was going to go out with him.”

She glanced over at Emily, who was smiling back at her, with a seemingly star-struck look in her eyes. Ms Sanders straightened up, “If he was more like you… polite, attentive… beautiful…”

Once again, Ms Sanders felt herself falling into those eyes.

‘So beautiful,’ she mumbled, leaning closer without even realizing it. Her lips touched the girl’s for a few seconds.

Ms Sanders jerked herself back, alarmed at what she had just done. She grew even more horrified to see that Emily was just as shocked as she was.

“I… I’m sorry, Emily. I think I better take you home now.”

She stood up, unable to look at Emily.

Ms Sanders led Emily outside and they quietly walked over to Emily’s house. Neither spoke. Ms Sanders wanted to explain about the kiss, but she didn’t understand why she did it.

What if she tells her parents! What could I say!

She felt her heart pounding as they came to Emily’s front door and Ms Sanders breathed a silent prayer before knocking on the door. After an agonizing several seconds of waiting, the door opened.

“Oh! Hi, Nancy!”

“Jan! You’re Emily’s mother!” Ms Sanders exclaimed in disbelief.

She and Jan worked together at the same company, though in different departments and had known each other for a few years.

“Yes! I guess we never knew about each other’s kids. Emily just told me that she was going to be watching Ms Sanders’ daughter. I didn’t realize it was you. So, everything went well?”

Emily spoke suddenly, her voice full of happiness and excitement, “It was great, Mom!” as she pulled the ten-dollar bill from her pocket and showed it off.

“Oh, good. I thought she was too young but she wanted to do it so badly,” said Mrs Carmichael. Turning to Emily, she said, “Well, now you have some spending money. Say goodnight and get off to bed.”

Emily looked up at Ms Sanders, smiling, “Good night.”

“Good night,” Ms Sanders replied back, her voice hollow as she desperately searched Emily’s face for any sign as to what she was thinking, but there was none. Emily turned and went into the house.

Jan continued, “I’m glad she was able to help you. It really meant a lot to her to do such a grownup job and get paid for it. Do you want to come inside for a bit?”

“No, no. I really need to get back.”

“Okay. Well, I’ll see you at work Monday.” Jan closed the door.

Ms Sanders turned and released the breath she just realized she had been unconsciously holding, then began the walk back to her house. Finding out that it was her co-worker’s daughter that she had kissed made it even more nerve-wracking. She felt as if she were going to throw up.

Please don’t tell your parents what I did. Why, oh why, did I kiss you? What am I going to tell Kerry when she asks why you won’t come over?

She never saw Emily peeking out at her from her bedroom window.

To Chapter 2!

by Purple Les

The Tequila Kid was dressed in her Levi Strauss blue denim pants, gray and white checkered shirt, green vest and moccasins. Her gun belt had been left back at the house. She held the arm of Clementine, who wore a simple black dress. They made their way up the hill where Clem’s husband and child were buried, seating themselves on the nearby bench.

There were five fresh mounds of newly dug dirt, each topped by a wooden cross, each marked with a name and date.

“The gravestones are on order. Should have them in a week or two.” Clementine said. “I’m just happy there aren’t six stones instead of five. That’s because of you, Kid.” She reached out to take The Kid’s hand. “We’d love it if you stayed with us. The girls adore you.”

“Much obliged, Clem,” The Kid answered. “I reckon it’s best if I move on soon, now I’m all healed up.” They sat in silence for awhile, then The Kid added, “I’d like to plant some flowers on Dan’s grave, if you’d let me.”

Clementine nodded. “Yes. Of course.” Swallowing hard, she asked, “Why won’t you stay, Kid?”

The Kid shrugged. “I don’t know, Clem. Much as I’d like to, I still got me a duty to the Rangers. And… well, I reckon I’d feel out of place here. I love all of you, but plain and simple, I ain’t ready to plant any roots just yet.”

“I just want you to know, Kid, that come what may, you’re always welcome here. Always.”

The Kid blinked back a tear and answered, “I thank you with all my heart for that, Clementine.” She leaned over and kissed the older woman’s cheek.

The kiss reminded Clementine of when her girls were younger. Clementine was fascinated by the Kid’s mix of cunning, independence, and a vulnerability she tried to keep hidden, the way she had of being an expert gunfighter who still possessed a strange childlike innocence. Even though The Kid was well skilled in the ways of lovemaking, she still seemed a bit shy about it.

They walked back down the hill, still holding hands. When they reached the front porch, Clementine said, “Kid, I’d like you to do one thing for me and the girls before you go. Share pleasure with us for a night.” She reached out to gently touch The Kid’s face. “While you were away, Arabella joined us in bed… and we made love to her, all three of us. She likes what we do, just as you said she would.” Clementine looked at The Kid, trying to read her thoughts. “I spoke with the girls… and we all agreed that you ought to be included, too. Would you want to be a part of… of what we have, Kid?”

“I’ll say this, Clem,” The Kid answered. “Just thinking of being with you and the girls has my heart beatin’ hard.” She gazed at Clementine. “Seeing you with your girls that night…” her voice became soft, “The three of you naked, makin’ love. It had me wetter than a waterfall. Then, thinkin’ of the three of you and Arabella, and the way you pleasured me that day. I been wantin’ to return the favor.  Dang, Clem, I can’t think of nothin’ I’d like better.” She paused, suddenly lost in thought. “Or maybe I can.”

She looked deep into Clementine’s soft, chestnut-hued eyes. “I got me an idea, one that would be even more fun, I think. Y’see, there are some like-minded folks like us. Right here in Oak Creek.”

Clementine asked, “Do you mean Polly?”

“Well, yes, for one. I know she thinks you’re beautiful. Thinks the youngsters are, too.”

“But you said ‘folks’… who else, Kid?”

“Well, there’s two sisters in town. You ain’t got prejudices against Chinese people, do ya?”

“No. We’re all God’s children.”

“Good. They’re a real pretty pair of sisters, thirteen and eight years old.” Clementine gave a small gasp of delight when she heard that.

The Kid added, “Arabella’s already had some fun with ‘em both… I have, too. May and June — that’s their names, by the way — they seem to have took a real shine to Arabella, and I know they’d love to be with her again.”

Clementine shivered with excitement as she pictured the Kid, Arabella, and two young Chinese girls, naked together and making love. “Do you really think you could make it happen, Tequila?”

“I reckon so. You can bet Polly will be ready for it. I’ll have to ask the sisters, of course and see it they’d like to. If they do, I’ll ask their grandma’s permission for ‘em to come and visit.”

“That sounds wonderful, Tequila.” Clementine said softly, her cheeks flushed a bright pink. “I adore being with my daughters, but I’ve also dreamed of having other girls to make love to. Oh, Kid, I already think of you as one of the family… but if you make this happen, I’ll love you for the rest of my life.”

The Kid was blushing, too. “Clem, I saw that look on your face when I said June was eight years old. How old were your girls when you, uh, started to take comfort with them?”

“It started two years ago, Kid. They were just twelve and nine. I knew they were playing naked games with each other, the same way as I did with my sister. I just–”

The Kid cut her off, “I know I’m the one that just asked, Clem, but I swear if you tell me now I’ll cream my britches. So you’d better stop. I’m just gettin’ too worked up.”

“Yes, of course. There will be time for that later,” Clementine said, a sparkle in her eyes.

“I reckon I’d better take me a ride to town then, and start layin’ plans.”

“Yes. Of course. All of a sudden, I’m in a very excited mood. I’ll explain it to the girls to see how they feel about it while you’re gone. I think they will be as thrilled as I am, though.” Clementine gazed warmly at the younger woman. “Oh, my,” she sighed, “I do believe that I have to kiss you, Kid.” Drawing near, she claimed The Kid’s mouth with hers. Breaking away, she said, “That’s to hold you until our little party.” With a wink, she drifted into the house, leaving a somewhat flushed Tequila Kid behind.

A few seconds later, The Kid heard Susie call out to her from inside. She entered and went to the kitchen, only to find that Susie and Arabella had taken it on themselves to polish her boots.

“Look, Kid!” Susie said, as the girls presented their handiwork, proud of the job they’d done.

“Well glory be.” The Kid said, “They look just as good as new. Thanks, girls.” She sat on a chair and put the shiny boots on.

“Don’t you wear spurs, Kid?” Susie asked.

“Nope,” The Kid answered. “Horses always give me their best without my needin’ to hurt ’em.” She stood. “Reckon I’ll take these boots to the stable and give ‘em a workout.”

A few minutes later, The Kid saddled up one of Clementine’s horses and rode her into Oak Creek. She felt good, being back in the saddle and riding again. It made her feel free and happy. Much as she loved the time spent with Clementine and the girls, she’d been feeling a certain restlessness of late, that old familiar hunger to be on the move.

Her first stop in town was the sheriff’s office, where they finished up the report on Ramses Kingsley and his crimes. She left all the evidence with Sheriff Milligan — the hand tracings, the cigars, the fake Indian arrows.

“All of Kingsley’s gunmen was wanted for murder, Kid,” the sheriff said. “Hell, it turned out that Kingsley was wanted in three states and four territories. How’d you figure that he murdered Sims, though?”

“I’m pretty sure Kingsley got Sims all riled up to kill Arabella, ‘cause he knew it would make him look good if he put the bullet in Sims. Also, I’m bettin’ that if Sims had lived, he would of for sure dragged Kingsley down with him at his trial. Kingsley must of knowed that.” She leaned back in her chair, staring thoughtfully at the ceiling. “His big mistake was believin’ me when I told him I didn’t have the gold, that it was waitin’ for him out there in the badlands.” The Kid shook her head. “Kingsley was a greedy son of a bitch, and it did for him in the end.”

“Reckon there’s a lesson there, Kid,” the sheriff said, reaching for his pen.

Once Sheriff Milligan had completed the report, he read it aloud to The Kid, who signed the document by putting her mark at the bottom, a small outline drawing of a raven. Putting her hat on, The Kid said, “Thanks for everything, Sheriff. I’ll be movin’ on in a short spell.”

“That’s fine. I’ll get this into the mailbag right away. So long, Kid. You done a damn fine job. Was an honor to work with you.” They shook hands.

From there, the Kid went to see Polly. As she walked through the front door of the cathouse, the heads of all the men sitting in the drawing room turned. Most of them were puzzled to see her there. There were some girls entertaining the men, each dressed in underclothes or a thin chemise.

One of the girls came up to her, all smiles. “Hi there. Can one of us help you out?” She was young, just about the Kid’s age.

The Kid looked her up and down, then said, “Well… much as I’d like to enjoy your help, I come to see Miss Polly. Tell her The Tequila Kid is here for her.”

“Oh,” the girl answered back, pouting a bit. “She’s in her office, follow me.” Turning away with a flounce, she set off down the hall, The Kid studying her swaying behind all the way to Polly’s door.

The girl knocked, and said, “Miss Polly? The Tequila Kid is here to see you.”

Polly opened the door. “Come on in, Kid.” She saw the girl absently licking her lips while she stared at the Kid. Polly grinned, then gave the girl’s behind a light smack. “Thanks, Greta. Now get that sweet ass of yours back to work.”

Greta glanced back over her shoulder with a disappointed air as she walked away.

“That girl,” Polly said, shaking her head as she closed the door. “She’s a decent enough whore, but she has more of an eye for the ladies.” She laughed. “Guess I can’t rightly blame her for likin’ the sight of you, Kid. Here, have a seat.”

The Kid sat down while Polly went over to her liquor cabinet. She poured a snifter of brandy for herself and a shot of tequila for the Kid. They clinked glasses, then the Kid downed her shot while Polly took a good sip of her drink. They were silent for a moment, then Polly spoke.

“You’re moving on, aren’t you?” she asked, already knowing the answer. “Well, Kid. At least you had the decency to say goodbye this time.”

The Kid looked sheepish. “I am leavin’ in a short spell, yes. I figure this here town’s seen enough of me.”

“I haven’t seen enough of you, Kid.” Polly said, lust and sadness mingled in her voice. “Aren’t we gonna do it one last time?”

The Kid took out her fixings and built a cigarette while Polly watched, waiting for an answer. “Well, now, that’s one reason I come to see you, Polly. Mind if I smoke?”

“Just don’t set my carpet afire.” Polly pushed a tin of matches and an ashtray across her desk to the Kid.

The Kid lit her roll-up, then sat back in the chair. “Thing is, you and me could have us a nice time by ourselves. And I’d love that a lot. But now, we got us a chance to do something real special.”

“What kind of ‘special’, Kid?” Polly asked, intrigued.

The Kid took a long drag on her cigarette, then exhaled the smoke toward the ceiling. “Y’know about how I’ve always liked to play around with younger girls? I mean, you remember them stories I told you about me and that eleven-year-old I took to bed in Houston. And, well…”

The Kid trailed off and Polly sat forward after taking a gulp of brandy, “Well what, Kid?”

“Well, I got a chance for you to do that sort of thing… if you’ve a mind to.”

“Tell me more.” Polly said, her cheeks now flushed beneath her makeup.

“It would be you and me with Mrs Clementine and her girls, and I’m on my way from here to invite Mrs. Lee’s younguns, May and June. All of us together, buck naked and makin’ each other feel good. It’ll be a real fine time, I reckon. That sound like somethin’ you’d care to be part of…?”

Downing the rest of her drink in a single gulp, Polly gasped, “My God, you’re wicked. That’s why I love you so much, I guess. Yes — yes, I want in on this.” Rising to her feet, she came around the desk, bending down to give The Kid a tender kiss. “Ever since me and you were lovers, and you told me about the young girls you’d been with, I’ve had thoughts of my own about — about loving a little girl. But I never told anyone about those feelings, just kept ‘em to myself. How’d you know, Kid?”

The Kid smiled. “Oh, I seen the way you look at May. Saw you sneakin’ peeks at that sweet little bottom of hers, that time we saw each other at Mrs. Lee’s place. Reckon you’d like to do a lot more than just look at her, if you had your druthers.”

“That’s so, Kid. Though, to be honest, I’m also very taken with June — and with Clementine.” Polly clapped her hands in delight. “Oh, my… I’m as excited as a child on the day before Christmas!”

“You’ll for sure have some lovely little gifts to unwrap.” Once again, The Kid reached for her battered hat. “I best get over to Mrs. Lee’s place and ask her permission to take the girls along.” She stood, embraced Polly and gave her a long hard kiss, then left the office and went down the hall.

As she approached the front door she spied Greta, idly lounging in a chair. Pausing before the young woman, The Kid reached out to grasp her hand, guiding a startled Greta to her feet, then kissed her — a deep, hungry kiss.

Breaking away, The Kid murmured, “Somethin’ to remember me by.” Tipping her hat, she turned and walked away, leaving Greta blushing and breathing hard, a shy smile on her face.

For her next errand, The Kid walked to the dead line side of town to visit Mrs. Lee.

“Ah, my dear friend.” Mrs Lee said as she poured shots of tequila. “Lovers’ hearts are linked together… always, they beat as one.” She and the Kid clinked glasses and drank.

Setting her glass down, Mrs. Lee pulled the sash hanging from the ceiling. Seconds later, May and June entered the room. They knew of The Kid’s arrival, and had been waiting impatiently to see her.

“Yes, Grandmother?” May said. Both girls smiled at Tequila, and June went to stand by the Kid’s side, taking her hand.

“Girls, Tequila has most interesting…” Mrs. Lee paused for a moment, weighing her words carefully. “May, June… as you have grown, I have seen to it you learn many things to lift you up, make for you a good life. You have been taught figures, reading, history, languages, writing — but also, the art of love. In this last thing, The Kid has come to offer you both a special lesson. I give my consent, but whether you go with her is for you to decide.”

Both girls looked at The Kid, who wrapped her arm around June’s waist and smiled at May. “Well, y’see, girls,” she began, “Arabella, her new mother and her sisters has asked me to join ’em for some family fun. The kind of fun that you two like so much.” May and June exchanged wide-eyed glances, already grinning with excitement.

The Kid continued. “Would you two like to be part of somethin’ like that? It’ll be me and Arabella, her new mother and sisters, and Miss Polly, too! All of us naked, and havin’ fun. I know they’d all love for the two of you to be there.” She paused. “If you girls want to study on it awhile, that’s all right — but I need to know your answer afore too long.”

Practically bouncing up and down, little June hugged the Kid tightly, saying, “I’d like that just fine!”

May blushed and said, “I — I’d love to.”

The Kid looked at the girls’ grandmother. “How ’bout you join us too, Mrs. Lee?”

The aged matriarch laughed as she lit her pipe, then said, “Thank you, Tequila, but no. A candle lights others, but consumes itself. I will enjoy hearing about it from the children after their fun.”

The girls begged The Kid to stay awhile longer, but she had further business in town. Giving June and May a few tender kisses, she was on her way once more.

The Kid’s last visit in town was to Pablo, the blacksmith. As they shook hands, the Kid saw an Appaloosa horse in a nearby stall.

“That’s a mighty good-lookin’ horse you got there, Pablo.” the Kid said in Spanish.

“As fine a horse as I ever saw,” Pablo replied with a nod. “I can give you a good price on her, Kid, plus I’ll throw in a used saddle and a new saddle blanket and bridle.”

The Tequila Kid took a long time inspecting the horse. She was a white mare with black leopard spots, standing at about fifteen hands. The white legs had a black stocking for each leg, of which the Kid ran her hands up and down. As the Kid looked in the horse’s mouth to check her teeth, Pablo said, “She’s just three years old. Her mama was Old Black Clouds Appaloosa, and she got sired by a real fine quarter horse.”

The Kid thought about her money. She’d raked in a big win in a poker game a couple of months ago, but that had shrunk to a cold day in summer. As for her salary as a special agent for the Texas Rangers, that went to a post office box in Knuckle Ridge, and it would be weeks before she could get there.

She gazed speculatively at the mare. Buyin’ her would damn near break me… but I sure do need a horse, and this is a fine one for certain. I ‘specially like that black mane and tail on her. Though now I come to think on it, I bet Clem would give me a good price on one of hers. Maybe I best wait on this.

With a quick dip of the neck, the horse plucked the Kid’s hat clear off her head, biting down on the brim. She gave it a shake, then dropped the hat to the ground as if in disgust. Now, in addition to more than half a dozen bullet holes, the hat’s crown was stained with horse spit. The mare gave a snort, acting like she’d done the Kid a huge favor.

The Kid grinned as she bent to pick up her hat. Then, as she stood, the horse nuzzled her affectionately.

Gazing into the animal’s warm brown eyes, The Kid felt a surge of affection. Giving the mare a pat on the nose, she nodded. “You’re right, Pablo — I’d be a fool to pass up a horse like this. Draw up the bill of sale, amigo — I’ll buy her now.”

After the paperwork was done and the money paid, the Kid said goodbye to Pablo and his wife, then rode her new horse back to the DuMount house. The horse she’d borrowed from Clementine’s stable trotted alongside, the reins in The Kid’s grasp.

Once she’d arrived, The Kid put both horses in the stable, brushed them down and gave them water and fresh oats before heading to the house. There was a delicious smell in the air when she opened the door, and The Kid smiled, knowing she’d made it in time for supper.

******

For the rest of the week, the girls talked endlessly about what would happen on Friday night. Mimi and Susie asked Arabella dozens of questions about May and June, and Arabella thrilled her new siblings with memories of the lovely games she’d shared with the young Chinese girls, back when she and The Kid were staying at Mrs. Lee’s.

On Friday, everyone pitched in to clean the house before their guests arrived. They made sandwiches and lemonade, and Mimi baked a chocolate cake. When the work was done, everyone bathed and got dressed in fresh clothes. Clem and her daughters put on nice dresses, while The Kid got into a clean pair of Levis, a black cotton shirt and nothing else except her moccasins.

Later that afternoon a buggy pulled up to the house, and Polly, May, and June emerged from the vehicle. May and June wore nice dresses that Mrs. Lee had purchased for the occasion. The Kid took the horse to the stable while the others got acquainted.

Before long, everyone was seated at the dining room table, enjoying a casual luncheon. The girls drank lemonade, while The Kid, Polly and Clementine had wine. They conversed about this and that, getting to know each other better, a pleasant camaraderie growing between them.

After awhile, the talk turned to a certain mutual interest. It was Mimi who mentioned it first. “It’s nice to have a sister to enjoy pleasure with, isn’t it?” Mimi said, smiling at May and June.

Susie turned to May. “I heard you and June do what me and Mimi do,” she said, suddenly feeling a little shy. “You know, kissing and such.”

June now piped up, “We do, all the time! And when Arabella stayed with us, we did things with her… The Kid, too. That was fun. We took off all our clothes and played love games.”

Polly listened attentively, interested in hearing about how these young girls shared pleasure. She already knew a bit about the things Clem did with her daughters. May and June were intrigued as well. June was trying to picture Clementine and her daughters naked.

Though she was far more experienced than most women, Polly found herself blushing as May and June described some of the things they liked to do with each other. The Chinese girls spoke hesitantly at first, but with a growing enthusiasm as she saw how much the others enjoyed what they had to say. Though the heat of the afternoon was dwindling, the dining room was growing steadily warmer.

Once the last plate had been pushed away, Mimi and Susie quickly cleared the table of everything but the empty wine bottle. Clementine said, “Now we’ll play a game called Spin the Bottle. Who here has never played it before?”

As it happened, The Kid, May and June didn’t know the game. “I’ve played Spin the Bottle many’s the time,” Polly announced. “May I explain the rules, Clem?”

“Please do,” Clementine replied with a nod. She was studying the madam’s low-cut dress, wondering if Polly was wearing anything under it.

“It’s a simple game.” Polly said. “I spin the bottle. When it stops, I go over to whoever it’s pointing to and give that person a kiss. Then that person spins it, and she kisses the one it points to.” She smiled. “It’s a lovely way for folks to get to know one another.”

“That sounds like fun,” May said. “We understand, don’t we, June?”

Little June eagerly nodded. “Go on and spin it, Miss Polly!”

Placing her hand on the side of the bottle, Polly gave it a good spin. It whirled around for a few turns, then stopped, pointing at Mimi.

Gazing into the fourteen-year-old’s eyes, Polly made her way around the table until she reached Mimi. Extending a hand, she assisted the girl to her feet, and they kissed — though Mimi quickly broke away, feeling a surge of bashfulness.

“No, sweetheart,” Clementine said. “It has to be a real kiss, with your tongues. The way you kiss me.” That made Arabella and June giggle.

Drawing together again, Mimi and Polly shared a kiss that soon grew passionate. The very air in the room seemed to crackle with excitement as the others watched the woman and the girl kiss. After a long while they drifted apart, and Polly touched Mimi’s lips before returning to her seat. Mimi just stood there, a dreamy haze in her eyes as she stared at the older woman.

“Mimi,” said an amused Clementine, “it’s your turn to spin.” She’d been quite aroused by the sight of Polly kissing her daughter.

“Oh!” Mimi said with a start, her cheeks flushed as she turned to where the bottle lay. Taking hold of it, she gave the bottle a spin — this time, it pointed at June, who quickly rose from her chair, waiting.

Moving to where the little Chinese girl stood, Mimi kissed her, moaning as June’s tongue darted between her lips. She wrapped her arms around the child, surprised at how good the eight-year-old was at this. When they parted, Mimi whispered, “My goodness,” and quietly went back to her seat.

The game continued, until everyone had kissed at least once or twice. The level of arousal in the room was palpable. Everyone was at least slightly flushed, and the scent of womanly heat was making itself known.

Clementine was ready to take things to the next level. Being the hostess, she felt it was her responsibility to keep the party moving. Standing up, she announced, “Ladies, girls, now that we’ve got to know one another, I think it’s time for us to grow even closer. Therefore…” she paused, letting the moment build, “…we should all undress.”

A thrilled June chirped, “You mean… get bare naked, Mrs. Clem?”

“That is exactly what I mean, June,” Clementine said, taking the little girl’s hand and helping her up. “Let us all go to the parlor, where there’s more room for us to enjoy ourselves.”

Once in the parlor, just as the others started to remove their clothing, Clem held up her hand. “Wait,” she said. “Let’s take our time doing this, and undress in turn. First, the grownups.” Reaching behind her back, she undid the top button of her dress. “Polly, Kid — will you join me?”

Following Clementine’s lead, The Kid and Polly and began to undress — and soon, all three women were nude. The girls were getting an eyeful and loving it.

There was The Kid, with her lithe muscular frame, small but well-shaped breasts and a sparse patch of rust-colored pubes. Then there was Polly — shorter than the other women, with a generous, curvy figure and a dark triangle of hair between her thighs. And then Clementine, with her shapely form, large breasts, long lovely legs and a tuft of wheat-hued curls adorning her vulva. They stood before the girls, their bare bodies on full display.

“Now let’s see the older girls,” Clem said. “May, Mimi… you can take your clothes off now.”

Mimi and May undressed, aware that all the others were watching. May boldly stripped out of her dress and underthings, while Mimi still felt a little shy, though less so when she saw the desire written on the faces of the little girls and the adults.

Once May and Mimi were nude, they looked each other up and down with great interest, noting their similarities and differences. May’s body was leaner, with less pubic hair and smaller breasts. Mimi’s pubes were thicker, her breasts larger, her body more rounded. Both girls had puffy nipples, though Mimi’s were pink, while May’s were a chocolate brown. May’s bottom was lean and taut, like that of a young boy; Mimi’s was rounded and soft.

“That leaves the youngsters,” said Clem, once everyone had gotten a good long look. “June, Arabella, Susie… it’s your turn to get naked.”

The three girls began to disrobe. Now May and Mimi and the adults drank in the beauty of the girls as they bared their growing bodies.

Mimi and May watched closely as the trio of little girls removed the last of their clothing, then glanced at each other, exchanging smiles as each took in the charms of the other’s younger sister. Arabella was a little taller than June and both girls were still flat-chested, but their nipples were pert and luscious, and their hairless slits begged to be kissed and licked. Then they looked at eleven-year-old Susie, enjoying the view of her blossoming figure, the small buds of her breasts, and the sprinkle of light hair on her pudenda, framing the girl’s labia.

At first, the women and girls spent a while simply looking at each other. Then, everyone began to move around the room, exchanging gentle kisses and caresses.

Polly spoke up. “I’d like to see the sisters kiss one another, if that’s all right.”

“Yes,” Clem agreed, “that’s a fine idea. Girls?”

Everyone watched as Mimi kissed Susie and May kissed June. The sight of nude siblings exchanging kisses proved to be very arousing to the others. Then Mimi spoke. “Let’s kiss each other’s sisters now. May, you get with Susie, and I’ll kiss June.”

Feeling especially playful, The Kid fondled Polly and Clementine’s asses while they watched the older girls kiss the younger ones.

Finally Polly said, “May, I’ve always loved just looking at you. Now, seeing you without clothes, I want to do more than just look. Would you let me make love to you?”

“Oh yes, Miss Polly. I would like that very much.” May answered as she looked Polly up and down — seeing her naked, as she’d longed to many times before. She drifted into Polly’s open arms and they kissed, pressing their naked bodies together.

June moved over to where Mimi stood. “Do you want to love me?” she said.

Mimi smiled at the cute eight-year-old Chinese girl. “Yes… yes I would.” She picked June up under her arms, and the child twined both legs around Mimi’s hips. “Oh, my,” the older girl cooed, feeling the warmth of June’s slit against her belly. She was holding the little girl up, cupping her tender bottom, while June wrapped her arms around Mimi’s neck. They kissed passionately.

After whispering briefly to one another, Arabella and Susie approached the Kid and Clementine. Susie nudged Arabella. “Go on,” she whispered.

“Aunt Clem — Ma, I mean,” Arabella said shyly, hands clasped before her, “Me and Susie want to watch you and the Kid m-make love for a little bit.”

“And then,” Susie said with a saucy grin, “we’ll take turns licking you both.”

Clementine turned to the Kid. “Shall we?”

“Nothin’ would make me happier,” The Kid replied. They came together in a heated kiss, their hands moving over each other’s bodies. Susie and Arabella held hands as they watched. Clem was fondling The Kid’s bare ass, purring with pleasure as their tongues danced in each other’s mouths.

Arabella glanced around the room. Mimi was stretched out on the floor, and June was perched on her face, getting licked. The little girl reached down to toy with the older girl’s pussy as Mimi feasted on June, licking the child’s tiny clit, gently fingering her anus.

Polly and May, who were almost the same height, were engaged in a feverish sixty-nine with May on top. The liquid sounds of their oral love play could clearly be heard, the sweet music of mouth and cunt.

Susie poked Arabella, who quickly turned back to see Clementine and the Kid sprawled out on the loveseat, kissing deeply and fondling each other’s breasts. Both women sat with legs spread wide, ready for the two youngsters to have their way. Exchanging smiles, the girls knelt down and began to lick — Arabella going down on her new mother, while Susie eagerly serviced The Kid’s pussy.

They switched back and forth a few times. The Kid especially enjoyed watching Susie lick her mother’s dripping cunt. Shortly after the girls traded places once more, Susie brought the Kid to climax, while Arabella made Clementine come in her mouth.

Susie and Arabella turned to each other and kissed, savoring the mingled tastes of two pussies. Meanwhile,  Clem and the Kid exchanged a glance and a nod, reached for the girls.

A moment later, they had Arabella and Susie seated side by side on the loveseat and were pleasuring them in the same way, eating their hot, juicy slits. Just like the girls had done, Clem and The Kid switched back and forth, taking turns with each… and once again, The Kid found herself hugely aroused by the sight of mother and daughter making love. This time it was Clementine who was licking her baby girl’s bare slit until Susie came with a squeal.

Arabella had her legs dangling over the Kid’s shoulders and back, while The Kid was cradling Arabella’s soft bottom in both hands as she licked the ten-year-old’s tiny clit. Wanting to help, Susie reached over to lightly pinch Arabella’s hard nipple between finger and thumb — that set the child off, and Arabella came in the Kid’s mouth. Clementine felt a fresh arousal seeing the Kid make Arabella orgasm.

By then, June had been brought to orgasm from Mimi’s eager tongue and was lying between the older girl’s spread legs, nursing at the fourteen-year-old’s clit until Mimi bucked and writhed through her own release. The Kid liked the sight of little June stretched out on her tummy, the girl’s cute butt wiggling around.

Polly and May had eaten each other to climax, and now lay side by side, enjoying cunt-flavored kisses.

Once everyone had come, the girls and women relaxed in a shared afterglow, the rays of the afternoon sun slanting in through the windows to illuminate the room. Finally, Clem rose on still-quivering legs and made her way into the kitchen, the others following one or two at a time. They took turns refreshing themselves before the sink, splashing cool water on their faces and privates.

“Time for dessert,” Clementine said, taking out the chocolate cake. She waited for the guests to admire it, then cut generous slices and put them on saucers, which Mimi passed around before the party moved back into the parlor.

It was a deeply enjoyable experience to sit around and eat cake with other women and girls, everyone stark naked. They were free to openly appreciate the view of each other’s bodies — each one different, each one beautiful. Jokes, rhymes and stories were told, mostly of a very bawdy nature, which soon had them craving another round of pleasure.

Once the dishes had been taken out to the kitchen, the mood grew playful. The girls began to chase each other around the parlor, then the women joined in. There were tickles, bottoms slapped and breasts grabbed. Soon, they began to share embraces and kisses, and the kissing quickly grew hot and passionate.

“Can we make love some more, please?” Arabella finally asked.

“Yes, sweetheart,” Clementine said with a smile, then turned to the others. “Let’s all go up to my room. It’s got the biggest bed.” She padded over to the staircase, and everyone followed.

It was evening now, so Clem had Mimi and Susie light the oil lamp and some candles. “Well, ladies,” Clementine said, addressing the group, “How shall we begin the festivities?”

The Kid spoke up. “Me, I’d kinda like to see these sweet young gals put on a little show for us grownups… let us have a real good look at ‘em.”

“A fine idea,” Clem said. “All right, girls, why don’t you play with each other while we watch?”

All smiles, Susie, June, Mimi, May and Arabella gathered together in the center of the room while Polly, The Kid and Clementine seated themselves on the bed. The girls glanced around at one another, then Susie went to May, stood on tiptoe and kissed her. With that, the show was underway.

Soon, all five of the youngsters were engaged, touching each other’s bodies all over and swapping deep tongue kisses. The women just watched at first, but grew so aroused at the sight of the girls that they began to feel each other up. The Kid, sitting in the middle, was masturbating Clem and Polly, while the fingers of the two older ladies twined together in the Kid’s cunt.

The girls were getting into this new game in a big way, but when June knelt between Arabella’s legs and began to nuzzle her slit, Clem decided to slow things down a bit. “Hold on, girls,” she said. “You’ll get to do some serious lovemaking soon, I promise. First, though, we want to see you show off your beautiful bodies. Just stand there for a moment, let us look at you.”

The five girls obeyed, standing before the women, putting their nakedness on full display. Then Clementine and Polly gave them instructions, having the five girls get into the lewdest, most lascivious poses that they could think of.

The girls hadn’t really wanted to stop playing with one another, but they quickly became aroused all over again as they followed the commands of the adults.

“Now, girls,” Clementine instructed, “turn your backs to us, then bend over and touch your toes, keeping your legs straight.”

The Kid moaned, lost in helpless lust at the sight of five girls, aged eight to fourteen, exposing their pussies and bottom holes, while their cute faces peeked out from between their thighs, upside down, smiling and pink-cheeked.

Polly said, “Now stand in a row like you were before… only this time, use your fingers to open your pussies for us.”

The girls did just that. They stole peeks at each other too, which the adults liked to see.

“Now, it’s your turn,” Mimi said, pointing at the grownups. “We want to watch while you do something.” The other four girls gave eager nods.

Polly and The Kid glanced at each other, while a smiling Clem got to her feet. “I think I’ve got what we need,” she said, going over to her dresser.

Clementine took something out of a drawer, a certain item that her daughters had seen before. But they’d never seen it used like it would be now. Climbing back onto the bed, the two-headed dildo clutched in her hand, Clem stretched out, then carefully slid the tip of the lengthy object into her pussy. “Polly,” she said, looking expectantly at the madam, “put the other end of this into your cunt.”

“My goodness,” replied Polly, drawing close. “I’ve seen one of these before… this Italian whore I knew owned it. Never had one of ‘em inside me, though.” She grasped the dildo, working it around in a circular motion, making Clementine groan, then arranged herself — bringing her sex close to the jutting toy, then slipping it in.

The Kid and the girls all watched in fascination as the two women faced one another, legs forked together, thrusting again and again at the double-headed ivory prick that joined them.

“W-wait, Clem,” Polly panted. “Let’s try it the other way round.” Both women withdrew, removing the dildo, then got on hands and knees, facing away from each other. It was an awkward angle, and took a couple of tries, but they managed to re-insert the toy into their dripping vaginas.

Polly and Clementine began to fuck each other once more, pumping wildly. Soon the dildo was buried so far inside them that their bottoms met again and again, making a slapping noise with each thrust.

The Kid led Mimi over to the bed, positioning the girl on her back on the bed so that Polly could lick her pussy. Then, because she’d noticed how much Mimi loved June’s smooth slit, she had the little Chinese girl sit on Mimi’s face. On the other side, The Kid had May stretch out, so that Clementine could lick the thirteen-year-old’s cunt. Finally, she got Susie to straddle May’s face and feed her babyish sex to the older girl.

That done, The Kid stood back, gazing with satisfaction at her handiwork, taking Arabella into her arms. They stood together watching the scene on the bed, masturbating themselves and each other, occasionally sharing a kiss. The air was thick with the scent of mingled pussies.

Soon, some of the lovers were approaching climax. But before any of them were able to come, The Kid had everyone stop so that she could rearrange the group in a different order. Susie was pouting a bit, unhappy to be interrupted so close to release. But like the others, she did as The Kid asked.

Clem and Polly were left as before, still on hands and knees with the dildo buried in them both. The Kid had June lie down for Clementine to lick, then placed Susie on June’s face. Arabella spread herself out, legs wide open so that Polly could lick her, while May mounted Arabella’s face watching Polly lick Arabella.

“What about me?” asked Mimi, frowning slightly.

The Kid pointed at May’s bottom, “There’s a place for you.”

There wasn’t room for Mimi to climb on the bed, so she simply stood, placing both hands on the bed’s edge while she bent down behind May to lick her dark rosebud. Then The Kid knelt behind Mimi to finger the girl’s cunt and lick her anus, using her free hand to masturbate.

Still licking Susie, June paused just long enough to moisten her index finger, then slide it into the child’s puckered butt hole. Susie cried out, drawing near to climax as the little Asian girl suckled her clit and sawed that finger in and out of her rectum. First she made sounds like a puppy, then managed to stammer, “I love you, June. K-keep doing that — ohhhhhh, I’m g-gonna come in your mouth…!”

June moaned herself as Clementine sucked her pussy like a ripe peach.

Mimi had a firm grip on May’s bottom, and was licking the girl’s butt crack as best she could — but it wasn’t easy, as she couldn’t help but moan and whimper while the Kid’s tongue pushed deep into her ass. Mimi had had her bottom licked before and loved it, but no one had ever penetrated her nether hole like this. Then there was the Kid’s finger, which was toying with Mimi’s clit, driving her crazier with each gentle stroke.

Arabella eased a finger into May’s vagina as she flicked the older girl’s clit with the tip of her tongue, whimpering with pleasure as Polly tongue fucked her.

Some of May’s long black hair clung to her sweaty face as she shook her head back and forth and from side to side, eyes closed tightly. She wailed something in Chinese, and though no one else but June understood the words, their meaning was plain to everyone.

May was the first to come — and that seemed to set off the others. Mimi was next, a choked cry breaking from the girl as her own orgasm kicked in, then the room filled with moans and declarations of ecstasy as a wave of rapture swept through the tangle of women and girls.

Now spent, the eight lovers lay for a long while, contentedly nestled together on Clem’s large bed. Some of them might have been satisfied by then. June, however, was already craving more. She’d had a lovely time playing with the girls, but now she was determined to make love with one of the grownups.

Sitting up, June met Clementine’s relaxed gaze. “I want to lick you,” said the child.

Unable to refuse such an enticing offer, Clementine parted her legs, welcoming the little girl. Slowly rousing themselves, the others watched as June buried her face in Clem’s thick bush. Mimi was enchanted by the view she had of June’s wiggling buttocks and, positioning herself behind the child, began to lick both her holes.

Reaching out to cup Clem’s heaving breast, Polly said, “Your youngest daughter Susie is so pretty… may I make love to her?”

“Yes,” Clementine moaned, eyes rolling heavenward as June went down on her. “That is, long as Susie wants to.”

“I want to!” Susie answered.

Polly laid the eleven-year-old down, then crawled between Susie’s legs, spreading them wide apart. Taking a deep breath, she began to tenderly explore Susie’s vagina with her lips and tongue. Susie sighed blissfully, overjoyed to be taking pleasure from such a beautiful woman.

Arabella found herself drawn in by the sight of Polly’s shapely ass. Wanting to do more than just look, she knelt behind the older woman, placed both hands on that lovely bottom and used her thumbs to spread Polly’s cheeks apart, revealing her puckered pink anus. Liking what she saw, Arabella bent down and ran her tongue through the woman’s anal cleft.

The Kid and May stood off to the side watching the action for a few moments, their busy hands tucked between each other’s thighs. Then The Kid whispered something into May’s ear, and the thirteen-year-old eagerly nodded in agreement.

Leading May around the bed to where Clementine lay, The Kid smiled down at the flushed woman, who was still being serviced by June. “Hey, Clem… care to give this sweet little thing a ride on your mouth?”

“I — I’d love to,” Clem gasped, beckoning the girl to her. Climbing on the bed, May positioned herself astride the face of her hostess, then lowered her sex to Clementine’s already parted lips, cooing with delight as she watched herself get licked.

The Kid looked on for a moment, enjoying the spectacle of Clem loving and being loved by the two Chinese siblings. Now she was ready to get some of those good feelings herself. Drawing close, she bent down to give May a deep, hungry kiss, then straightened. “How ‘bout usin’ that pretty mouth of yours on me, pretty girl?” she said.

“I love to lick you, yes,” May replied, then leaned forward to trace The Kid’s vaginal crease with her tongue.

Seconds later, Susie reached a loud orgasm. Polly licked the last drops of honey from the girl, gave Susie’s slit a gentle kiss, then turned around and pushed Arabella onto her back. “It’s your turn, child,” she said, then began to feast on the ten-year-old, pleasing her from anus to clit.

Now facing the madam’s womanly backside, Susie slid three fingers into Polly’s sodden cunt and began to fuck her furiously.

Arabella and Polly came within moments of each other. The Kid moved away from May, pausing long enough to taste her pussy on the girl’s lips, and took Susie in her arms, kissing her. They shared the flavor of Polly that coated Susie’s fingers, then The Kid stretched Susie out on the bed and straddled her face. Raising her head from the pillow, Susie buried her mouth in The Kid’s sparse pubes, pressing her tongue inside. The Kid reached out to take May’s hand, holding it tightly as they came together on the faces of mother and daughter.

Soon after that, Clementine reached a climax of Biblical proportions as she came long and hard in June’s hot, sucking mouth.

Once again, they took a break from lovemaking, girls and women alike curled up on the bed. It was crowded with all eight of them, but everyone was content to snuggle. All the while, their hands constantly strayed, and each kiss led to another.

May slowly got to her feet, pausing to look at the collected lovers, still nestled together. Her eyes fixed on Mimi, stretched out along the edge of the bed. Padding over to where she lay, May bent down and kissed the girl, then began to kiss and suck Mimi’s nipples, switching back and forth between her budding breasts.

Mimi’s pussy was already wet from the loving she’d just had, but now her labia glistened with new moisture — and May took advantage of that, slowly working her two middle fingers into Mimi’s gaping love hole. With the palm of her hand, she rubbed the engorged clit of her new fourteen-year-old friend, fucking her all the while.

Turning to Clementine, little June got on top of the older woman, kneading her breasts like they were bread dough, pausing to suckle the large nipples.

“My goodness,” Clem said, furrowing her brow, “you’re ready for more? So soon?”

“Yes — more, please!” June insisted. “I love you, Mrs. DuMount.”

Clementine couldn’t help but smile. “How can I say no?” She reached down to caress and fondle June’s flawless rump… then her fingers delved between the eight-year-old’s thighs to touch her soft, bare slit.

May noticed that Susie was watching as she made love to the girl’s older sister, and decided she wanted to play with them both. “Lie down here, pretty Susie,” she said, getting the child arranged so that her legs were draped over Mimi’s chest and belly. This gave May a perfect view of Susie’s sweet pink crease.

May bent to give Mimi another long, wet kiss, then looked deep into the older sister’s glazed eyes and said, “I will kiss you again, Mimi, after I lick your little sister.”

She leaned forward slowly, moistening her lips as she stared at Susie’s lightly-downed cunt, closing her eyes before taking a long, slow lick. As May went down on Susie, she eased a finger from her left hand into the child’s vagina. Meanwhile, she continued to masturbate Mimi with the right hand, rubbing her clit.

Mimi’s chest rose and fell heavily as she watched May raising her head from between Susie’s legs. A string of thick crystal liquid formed a gleaming bridge from the Chinese girl’s lips to her little sister Susie’s cunt.

Withdrawing her finger from Susie, May traced circles around Mimi’s hard left nipple, leaving it slick with her younger sibling’s pussy nectar. Then May sucked the sweet fluid off Mimi’s tit.

May’s lips and tongue were coated in Susie’s honey — which she shared with Mimi, passionately kissing the older sister while she also fucked her, plunging two fingers in and out of Mimi’s cunt.

The others were focused on this lovely sight. They watched, utterly enthralled as May pleasured both the DuMount girls at the same time. The Kid had Arabella sitting between her legs, and was gently fingering her young lover’s very red, very puffy pussy lips, now glistening with a fresh dew of lust. Polly was using the dildo on herself, and Clementine lay on her side as she watched, June enfolded in her arms

Breaking her kiss with Mimi, May removed her fingers from the fourteen-year-old’s pussy, telling her, “Now I lick your little sister until she comes. Then I will kiss you with her taste on my lips, and make you finish with my hand.” With that, May went down on Susie again.

The Kid looked down at Arabella. “C’mon, Button,” she said, “Let’s help May out with Susie.” They moved to join the three girls. Lying down alongside Susie, The Kid began to lick the child’s erect nipples, while Arabella kissed Susie’s face and neck and mouth.

Wanting to join in the fun, Polly leaned over to suck Susie’s other nipple, while Clementine fucked her with the dildo. A wide-eyed June drank in the whole spectacle, absentmindedly fingering her slit.

Soon Susie cried out, her boyish frame shaking and shivering as she reached yet another orgasm, finally going limp. Raising her face from the little girl’s cunt, May smiled at Mimi saying, “Now, it is big sister’s turn.” As promised, May gave the girl a deep tongue kiss, letting Mimi taste her baby sister’s essence on her mouth and tongue.

Mimi already knew how much she loved the flavor of Susie’s pussy. Somehow, though, sampling it from the lips of another girl made it even better, especially while that girl’s fingers were busy working magic on her clit. Then May began to touch Mimi with the other hand, pawing at her breasts.

Briefly opening her eyes, Mimi saw everyone watching her — and that was enough to make her come. She gave a choked scream and her body went stiff for a moment, then relaxed. She sank into the bedding and lay motionless, but for the rise and fall of her chest.

Mimi’s orgasm seemed to exhaust her. She dozed off almost immediately, then June and Susie snuggled in with her, soon drifting into slumber themselves.

Polly sat in a chair shaking her head in disbelief and smiling from ear to ear, the dildo still jutting from her vagina as she rested.

Tired out, but still craving more, Arabella had mounted May, placing their sexes together. “I wanna fuck you,” was all she said.

“Oh, yes, Arabella,” May breathed, looking deep into the little girl’s eyes. “Touch your sweet pussy to mine. I am close to coming, yes, one more time.”

Clementine was spooning with the Kid. Placing a finger on the younger woman’s clit and softly speaking into her ear, she was saying, “My daughters were just nine and twelve, and I knew they were playing love games together. I could hear them going at it in Mimi’s room. All I had on was a nightgown, nothing underneath. So I simply opened the door and came in the room. There they were, naked in each others arms. All my girls could do was stare, frightened out of their wits. Probably thought I was about to call down hellfire and brimstone on them. Instead, I just opened my gown and let it fall to the floor…”

Polly had started to fuck herself again, thrusting the dildo in and out of herself as she saw Arabella and May grind into one another, rubbing cunts until they came. She watched the Kid climax as Clementine fingered her, then the two women came together in a kiss so warm and loving that it set Polly off in what was to be the last orgasm of the evening.

By then, the candles had nearly burned down completely. Getting to her feet, Clem fetched a extra blanket from the armoire, gently draping it over June, Mimi and Susie, then turned to Arabella and May, who were both yawning. “Arabella, why don’t you and May go sleep in Mimi’s room?” Giving Clem brief kisses, the two girls shambled off.

Polly handed the sticky dildo to Clem. “Thanks for letting me use this. I’ve got to get me one!”

Slipping the wet end between her lips, Clem sucked on the toy, getting a good taste of the woman’s cunt, then smiled. “Come on with me, Polly. We’ll put you up in Susie’s room.”

Once Polly was settled in, Clem returned to her room, where The Kid was waiting for her in bed. The three girls were dozing peacefully on the other side.

“You gonna bunk with me tonight?” said The Kid.

“I’d like that,” Clementine replied, slipping into bed next to the younger woman. They shared a tender kiss, then lay entwined. The Kid was soon deep asleep, her head on Clem’s shoulder.

Closing her eyes, Clementine whispered, “Thank you, Lord, for this moment of heaven on earth.”

*****

After a late breakfast the next morning, the girls delighted in wandering hand in hand to the wash house to bathe, then danced nude through the yard before going inside, where they put on clothes for the first time in a long while.

As they all said their goodbyes, Clementine offered up a thought. “I think we should all meet out here once a month and do this again,” she grinned. “How do you all feel about that?”

Everyone agreed that it was a wonderful idea, and they set a tentative date to make it happen.

Hugs and kisses were exchanged, then The Kid hitched up the buggy and the woman and two sisters got on, Polly, May and June waving goodbye as they set off for Oak Creek.

*****

The Kid returned shortly after Clem and the girls had put the house back in order, and they all sat down for a light supper.

As they ate and chatted, The Kid suddenly said. “I reckon I’ll be leavin’ in a few days.”

The room fell silent, then the girls all protested, all of them giving reasons why she shouldn’t go yet, hoping against hope that they could change the Kid’s mind.

Clementine was on the verge of tears, but put on a brave face. “Now, children. The Kid has her own life to live. The Texas Rangers can’t do without her.” The girls could all tell that Clem didn’t mean a word of what she said.

“I’ll never leave you folks for good,” The Kid said. “You’re like family to me now. If I’m ever within a hundred miles of this place, I’ll be droppin’ by for a visit… if only so’s I can clean myself up in your bath house.”

Everyone laughed. “Ma?” Mimi said, turning to her mother, “Can we give the Kid her present now?”

“Yes, please can we?” Arabella said, Susie echoing her.

“I can’t think of a better time,” Clementine agreed. Sweeping from the room, she came back with a large box in her arms that she placed on the table in front of the Kid.

The Tequila Kid looked at the box, surprised. “Why, you didn’t need to give me nothin’… what is it?”

“Well, open it, silly!” Arabella insisted, rolling her eyes.

Susie and Mimi cried, “Open it! Open it and see!”

As the Kid removed the top of the box, her eyes filled with tears as she saw what rested inside.

“Put it on.” Mimi said.

“Yes. Let us see it on you.” Clementine said. Arabella and Susie excitedly chimed in, “Put it on.”

The Kid slowly removed the new hat from the box, studying it closely. “I like the nice wide brim,” she said. “And no bullet holes in it, neither!” the Kid added with a grin.

“It’s a real Stetson,” Mimi said.

“We ordered it from Philadelphia for you!” Susie added. “It’s the best hat for wearing out West. That’s what everyone says.”

The Kid carefully put the hat on her head. Clementine said, “It suits you, Kid.”

Getting up, The Kid went over to the mirror. She’d never had such a fine hat before. It fit perfectly.

“Thank you so m-much — all of you!” the Kid stammered. Trying not to cry, she gave each of them a hug. Then a certain idea crossed her mind, and she blushed.

“Say, I was just thinkin’, um, well,” The Kid looked at them all, feeling shy. Then she blurted out, “How ‘bout we all strip down naked and have us some fun?”

Arabella reached up to wrap her arms around The Kid’s neck, then stood on tiptoe to kiss her. Then she gave the Kid’s breasts a playful squeeze and said, “I think that’s a good idea.”

“Yes,” Clementine added, “I want to see Tequila wearing her new hat… and nothing else.”

Clothes began flying everywhere, and soon they were all nude. Once again they all delighted in looking at each other’s bare bodies, then it was time to play.

First, Clementine had the girls lay in a row with Mimi in the middle, then she and The Kid had their way with them. As Clem kissed Arabella’s smooth slit, the Kid licked Susie. Clem and the Kid pleasured Mimi’s more mature sex at the same time. Then The Kid went down on Arabella and Clem serviced her younger daughter.

Then the girls had Clementine and The Kid lay on the floor while the three eager girls explored their more mature bodies — sucking nipples, nuzzling tummies, fondling breasts and licking clits.

Clementine turned on her side and the Kid did the same, facing Clem. They kissed, then began to fondle each other’s asses. Clementine toyed with the Kid’s slit and the Kid thrust two fingers into the older woman’s juicy cunt.

As they masturbated each other, Clem broke their kiss and smiled at her daughters, who were staring at them. Rolling over onto her back, Clementine said, “Now then, girls, Tequila and I would like you to come over here and lick our pussies.”

As the girls gathered around, The Kid said, “I’d sure love to give all of you a lick as well.”

It started with Arabella sitting on the Kid’s face while Susie ate the Kid’s pussy and Mimi went down on her mother, then Susie and Mimi switched places. Arabella came in The Kid’s mouth, then snuggled next to Clem. They watched as Susie rode the Kid’s face while Mimi continued to feast on the Kid’s dripping slice. Soon The Kid and Susie both came.

Then Mimi mounted the Kid’s face, while Clementine was orally pleasured by Arabella and Susie. Once Mimi and Clementine had their orgasms, the group cuddled together, swapping kisses.

The evening was still fairly young, but everyone was tired, so they all got ready for bed and turned in for the night. Clem slept in her room, Susie was in bed with Mimi, and Arabella slumbered in Susie’s bed with the Kid on the floor in her bedroll. All dozed peacefully.

*****

In the dead of night, The Kid awoke in her bedroll. She’d told them that it would be a few days before she left. But she hated goodbyes, and decided it was best to go without a fuss. It broke her heart to leave Arabella and her family, but the call of the open road was too powerful to deny.

Moving carefully, she got up and quietly gathered her gear. The Kid took a long lingering look at Arabella as she slept, then tiptoed out of the room and down the stairs.

She made her way to the wash house, then took a hasty shower. The icy water was bracing, waking her better than a cup of coffee. I’ll make breakfast later, on the trail, she decided. Have my coffee then.

The Kid dressed, slipped into her boots, then fastened her gun belt on. Last of all, she put on her brand new hat. Hastening to the stable, she saddled up her Appaloosa, then walked her out to where her things were waiting. She loaded her bed roll and saddlebags onto the horse’s back, followed by her Winchester, canteens of water and a coil of rope.

The Kid heard a noise and turned quickly. Arabella stood there in her nightgown and untied shoes, a shawl around her neck and shoulders for warmth in the cold night air.

“I think my heart’s fixin’ to bust.” Arabella said, a quiver in her voice. “Please take me with you, Kid.”

The Kid’s heart swelled with emotion as she sat down on the ground, her back against the water trough. Drawing Arabella down into her lap, she held the child to her. They sat quietly for a few minutes.

Kissing Arabella’s cheek, The Kid murmured, “We sure had us an adventure, you and me.”

Arabella was silent for a moment, then said, “It’s funny, Kid. I thought after all the men who killed my family were dead, I’d be so happy I could dance a jig. But now… I just feel sad and empty.”

The Kid hugged Arabella tighter and said, “I know. Even when it’s someone who deserves it, there’s no real pleasure in killin’ someone. It don’t bring your family back.” After a few more minutes the Kid spoke again, in hopes of cheering the girl up, “I reckon that pretty soon you’ll be just about the richest girl ever, once you get your Pa’s gold mine runnin’ steady.”

“I ain’t gonna let the mine be open.” Arabella said, a determined set to her jaw. “I’m keeping the land it’s on and the claim, but no gold mine is ever gonna be there.”

“Why’s that?” asked The Kid.

Arabella leaned back against the Kid’s chest, taking her hand. “Gold only brings trouble. It makes men crazy, gets ‘em to do awful things. I figure it’s best to just let the tears of the sun lay where they are.”

“I couldn’t be more proud of you, Arabella,” The Kid said, giving the girl a squeeze. “You’re rich anyway, what with them four bags of gold that you got.”

“I already have what I want without ‘em, Kid. Listen, after you come back here half dead, I had an idea. I told it to Aunt Clem, and we met up with the mayor and some of the big people in town. They liked my idea too, so it’s really gonna happen. I been waitin’ to surprise you with it.”

“What’s gonna happen?” the Kid asked.

“Gonna build the best school in all of Texas. It’s gonna be made of brick and be two stories tall. It’s gonna have a bell, too. And all the kids of Oak Creek will go there. Chinese, Mexican, Indian, black and white. All of us learnin’ together. And the name of the school will be written in stone over a great big door. Guess what the name of the school is, Kid?”

“Why, I reckon it will be named after a president… maybe your Pa or someone.”

“Guess again.” Arabella said.

“Well, I’m plumb out of guesses. You best just tell me,” The Kid said, wishing the sun would take longer to rise, so she could visit longer with Arabella.

Arabella stood up and smiled, looking down at The Kid. “It’s gonna be called the Mary Ann Wallace School.”

“Shucks, now,” the Kid said, feeling her face get hot as she stared up at Arabella. “You can’t name a school after some no-account girl like me who can’t even read nor write.”

“That doesn’t matter. It weren’t reading and writing that saved my life, or caught those murderers,” said Arabella. Suddenly the child fell to her knees, hugging the Kid hard as she could. “Must you go?” she cried.

“Reckon I got to,” the Kid answered, a quiver in her voice. “See, I ain’t like most folks. It’s too hard for me to stay in one place for long. Polly told me one time, what I had was called ‘wanderlust’ — and I reckon that says it right. The other side of the mountain, that’s the place I’m always achin’ to go. Besides, there’s still a lot of outlaws out there need catching.” She hugged Arabella fiercely. “Don’t you worry, though — sooner or later, that dusty old trail will sure ‘nough lead me back here again. I gotta see that new school, don’t I?”

Arabella bit her lip, trying not to cry. “I’ll miss you, Kid.”

“I’ll miss you too, Arabella — somethin’ fierce. Tell you what, though. Tonight I’ll be lookin’ up at the stars in the sky. You look up at ‘em too, and it’ll be like we’re together again.”

Dawn was coming, the sky gradually turning a light pink. The Kid gave the child a tender kiss, then they both slowly got to their feet.

Arabella had taken to wearing her late mother’s wedding ring on a chain around her neck. Now she took it off and held it out to her friend. “I want you to have this. To remember me by.”

The Kid hesitated. “I ain’t never gonna forget you, Arabella. That’s your ma’s ring, you should keep it.”

“Please take it, Kid,” Arabella insisted. “It would make me feel good, knowin’ you’ve got it next to your heart.”

Without a word, The Kid put it on around her neck and tucked it inside her shirt. Turning to her saddle bag, she rooted around inside, then pulled something out. “It ain’t much,” she said, “but remember me, too.” She placed her old dusty, bloodstained, bullet-riddled hat on Arabella’s head. It was too big for her, reminding The Kid of what a little girl she still was.

Arabella couldn’t have been prouder if she’d been bestowed with a queen’s crown. “Thank you, Kid,” she said, beaming with pride.

The Tequila Kid swung onto her horse. The mare reared up, waving her forelegs in the air. The Kid stood up in the stirrups, stroking the horse’s neck murmuring something that Arabella couldn’t hear. The mare put her front hooves back on the ground, spun a half circle, then gave a snort and a whinny as she shook her head up and down, the bridle making a soft jangling sound.

“Did you give her a name?” Arabella asked, looking up at The Kid and the horse.

“I been callin’ her Button,” The Kid said, grinning. “Cause she’s full of spirit — like a certain little girl I know.”

Arabella held her arms up, hoping against hope that the Kid would pick her up and set her on the saddle behind her, just like she’d done so many times before. Then they would ride off together.

The warm light of dawn was on them now, giving a soft glow to everything. Out of habit, The Kid began to reach down to pick up Arabella, then stopped suddenly, a look of pain on her face like she’d been shot through the heart.

Instead of picking Arabella up, The Kid took her right foot out of the stirrup, holding tight to the saddle horn with her right hand. The leather of the saddle creaked as the Kid leaned over and reached out, gently cupping Arabella’s face.

With her thumb, the Kid wiped a tear from Arabella’s cheek, then straightened up in the saddle again. Her eyes looked bluer than ever as they filled with water.

In a choked voice the Kid said, “Adios, Arabella.”

With that, she flicked the reins, making a sound with her tongue. The Appaloosa began a fast walk, excited to be moving at last. The Kid looked back for a moment, waving her new hat as the horse fell into a canter.

A little down the trail, the mare got herself up to a full gallop, and the Kid let out a loud whoop and holler.

Arabella heard it and a big smile broke across her face. The sun was up now. She watched the horse and rider till they were a small cloud of white dust in the distance. Arabella continued to watch until the dust had vanished and the road was empty. She stared down the road a long time, wishing with all her heart that the Kid would come back.

The road remained empty. With a heavy sigh, Arabella tugged the front brim of the battered hat on her head and breathed, “Adios, Kid.”

From the porch of the house, she heard Susie call. “What’re you doing out there in your nightshirt, Arabella? Come on in, help us get breakfast started.”

Wiping her nose on her sleeve, Arabella turned toward the house and walked back, looking forward to another day with her new family. Reckon I’ll have to tell ‘em about The Kid leavin’… but not just yet.

It was going to be a lovely day, Arabella could see that much. She couldn’t wait for the night to come, though, so she could look up at the stars. Look at the stars, and know the Kid was looking at them too. Then they would think of each other, and be together in their hearts.

The End