The Girl Who Made Women Say Yes, Part 1

by Eva

Fictional fantasy for adults only

You don't believe in witches do you? You don't believe in all that fairy godmother stuff either do you? As for magic? Ha! That's for naive and the impressionable, right? Smoke and mirrors, cards up the sleeve. The speed of the hand deceives the eye and so on.

Yep, that's what I think too. But then I don't have an explanation either about Louisa May, so if you really pressed me on this I'd have to say I don't know. Maybe, I'd reply, just maybe something strange happened.

Okay, I hear you say, just when did this little ten-year old meet a witch, or get zapped by some spell? How did a cute, pretty, blonde, button-nose girl with big blue eyes and freckles get what she had? Like I say, I have no idea.

Whatever Louisa May could do all of a sudden, she did it well. And whatever it was she had, she never knew how she got it either. Oh yes, she said she helped an old woman pick up her shopping once, but seriously, was that when someone with some mystical power was able to put a spell on her or grant her three wishes?

Given three wishes I would think Louisa May – being just 10 and with all sorts of interests – would have chosen a lot more ahead of the ability to make women do what she wanted. New phone, new games console, new wardrobe, lots of chocolate. On the other hand, I guess if you had one wish, making people do what you want would be pretty much top of the list. Pretty fair bet that even at that age you know that the chocolate would run out, that your tastes in clothes would change. So making one wish that lasts forever is pretty sensible.

But I'm guessing. If Louisa may knows she isn't saying, and I'm just guessing how it began. But I do know how it ended up.

Let me tell you who I am. My name is Lynda Ashton. I'm 34, tall but not so I daren't ever wear heels, brunette but I hope never mousey, bright without being a bore. I have two daughters from a failed marriage, and as well as Louisa May I have twelve year old Kimmie. All things considered, things could be worse; we have our own small house, I have a steady job, the girls are healthy and happy enough and hardly ever fall out. If it wasn't for the lack of sex in my life I think I'd say things are pretty perfect.

It was this lack of sex that made me start dating men, and it was the rejection by one male that finally brought all this special ability – however and whenever it was acquired or developed – in my youngest daughter to the fore.

The man's name was Todd. He was a few years older and if I was honest, not much of a catch. But finding a man who would be patient enough with a woman who had two kids was hard. I didn't particularly want to be a single parent and while I wanted some father-figure in my girls' life I also wanted to make sure he was the right one. Todd seemed kind and patient and also screwed fairly well.

I know, I know. Fairly well is hardly the glowing praise you might have expected. It wasn't the glowing thrill I expected either when we finally got into bed.

I did try to excuse his lack of skill, or passion or even technique, saying it was me. Saying I was tired and tense and worried and all the rest of it. But he didn't fuck well and I felt let down. And then, after a few months (time in which I didn't ever quite feel things were going well) he dumped me. Left me for a younger female called Jennifer, who I did see once hanging on his arm. She was pretty enough but looked pretty vacant. Maybe she was thrilled by him and he was thrilled by her over-sized bust, but the fact he had rejected me for someone else having not satisfied me left me feeling very flat.

Worse than flat: I felt devastated. I didn't want to think I wasn't good enough, or sexy enough. I didn't want to think I might have to settle for something less than what the imperfect Todd was. God, I even stood in front of the mirror one day in my sexiest bra trying to adjust the straps to make what I had stick out more. If that was what the Todds wanted in life I had to join in before it all went south.

I was aware of Louisa May in the bedroom doorway watching me. I smiled at her and she smiled back, but – and I know it's being wise after the event – but she looked different somehow. "You 'kay Mum?" She asked.

"I'm very 'kay," I lied. "Just seeing how this bra fits."

"I like it," said the girl. "An' I like your knickers too." She nodded at the matching briefs I was wearing; black lace over a pale pink satin. Sexy, for people who like black lace. I always figured the Todds of this world liked black lace.

"Panties, sweetheart," I smiled at her. "Knickers are for girls, panties are for women."

Louisa May nodded. Then she came into the bedroom and closed the door, which surprised me a little. We have a home where doors never get shut much, but she clearly had something on her mind. "It's about him, isn't it?"

"Him?" I guessed at once what she meant but I wanted to play it a little more casual. I had hardly cried that morning so my eyes weren't red, though I did give myself another glance in the mirror to make sure I looked okay.

"That Todd," said the girl, advancing into the bedroom. She jumped on the edge of the bed. "You're upset he's gone. You think that you aren't good enough."

"I'm not really upset," I said. "Just disappointed. But hey, it's just one of those things, so it was never meant to be." I was being bright and positive. I am a good actor in front of the girls. "I still have you and Kimmie, and your happiness matters far more than any man."

"I know, but you need to be happy too." For some reason Louisa May patted the bed at the side of her, inviting me to sit down. I did what she wanted and she put an arm round me. "Don't be unhappy. I've got a better idea for you."

"For me?" I laughed gently. "Poppet, the important thing isn't how I feel about a man. It's how we are as a family." At that point I might have thought things were as they usually were with my youngest. Now, looking back, it was the last time I was ever going to be able to think that.

Louisa May surprised me. She suddenly hopped off the bed and in one fell swoop bounced up onto my lap. But where I might have thought she would have sat across my lap with legs at one side, she straddled me. More like in a wrestling game than an offer of childlike affection. "Wow," I grinned, referring to her weight. "You are getting to be a big girl."

"Not," she said soberly, "as big as this." The child brought her hands up and settled them on my boobs. Just resting them there. For a split second I thought she would remove them, but she seemed to be closing her grip on them. Again, for an instant, I thought she was feeling the lace; in fact she was feeling my tits.

"Louisa!" I gasped as she tightened her grip. "That's..."

"That's okay Mummy," she said. She was looking down at my cleavage and my bust and began working her hands, rotating them. "Did he play with your boobies?" She asked casually as she squeezed.

"Louisa..." I didn't know what to say. Of course he had done that; what man didn't want to feel up a nice pair? And mine may have been heavier these days and slightly more reliant on being held up by strapping but yes, they were nice.

"'S okay Mummy," said my daughter. She looked up into my eyes without letting go. "I like them. An' I can feel your nips gettin' hard."

My nips were getting hard. I gulped a little, knowing she could feel them in the palms of her small hands. I wanted to say "That's enough, let go now," but the words failed me. I felt helpless. Shit, Todd might have wanted to paw my chest but he had never done it so tenderly and pleasantly as this. If he made my nipples hard it was because I was hoping he might finally make me cum. Some hope.

"You need a lot of love," continued Louisa May. "You need someone to play with you, make you happy."

I struggled to speak. I had never felt anything so incredibly erotic as being felt by a pre-teen girl. Even when I was fourteen and my best friend Melanie had teased my nipples when we played a teenager's game of finding out what lez's do, I had never felt so swiftly aroused as this. No man, not my kids' father and certainly not any of the Todds had managed this. "Lulu, please," I whispered. Lulu was my pet name for the girl, only expressed in moments of pure happiness.

"Hush Mummy," smiled Lulu. I hushed and felt a wave of desire for sex sweep over me. Something ought to have said this was all wrong, but that stayed hushed too.

One hand let go of one of my tits and moved down between us. I wasn't, in an odd way, the slightest bit surprised for a some reason. The hand groped down between my legs, and rubbed at the slightly wet crotch of my panties. I moaned as her small but strong fingers rubbed the lips of my twat through the taut, increasingly wet fabric.

"Nice 'n' wet," said Lulu, rubbing like she knew what she was doing. 'An' I can feel your clit too."

"Oh... Lulu, please," I managed to say. "You shouldn't do this."

"Sorry," grinned the child. "I ought to do it properly, shouldn't I Mummy?" Her hand was suddenly at the waistband of my panties, worming down inside. For some reason I sucked my belly in to make it easier for her to get her hand in there. But she would have been inside whatever I had done. With eyes closed I surrendered to the small hand in my pants, the small hand pushing through the low undergrowth of my bush, stroking my sopping wet slit and teasing my rock-hard clit like she was born to it.

Bless her, she even kissed me as I came, and I let her put her small pink tongue in my mouth while the hand that was still on my boob pinched my hard nipple to make sure I had the best orgasm I'd ever known. Did I say let her? I had no fucking choice.

But then, looking back I think the kiss was just to stop me screaming out in pleasure and worrying Kimmie, wherever she was in the house.

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We were downstairs and I was making lunch and I was dressed in my jeans and loose top and my knees had more or less stopped shaking now. "Louisa," I said to my youngest. I said it quietly so Kimmie in the front room of the house couldn't hear me. "Earlier, upstairs. It was fun but... we can never do that again."

'"Oh, that... We can," said Louisa May. She was helping me by getting some things out for the meal. "We can do it lots, until I find a woman for you."

I stared at the child. Had I really heard what she had said? The way she went about putting out some cutlery I might have thought I'd imagined it all. I repeated my statement.

Louisa May looked at me with a faint expression of surprise. "You liked it. I liked it. You had a good cum." It was said as if those were the facts of the matter, and I guess they were.

I blushed. "And where did you hear about... you know." I took a deep breath. "Heard about women, um, cumming." The playground at school I imagined, and I could see Charlotte Owen being the ringleader in all this; she knew all the dirty jokes from her elder brothers. She was, apparently, the pre-teen expert on sex from what I could gather from other mums.

"Mrs Kelder," said Louisa May, putting the forks out neatly for the three of us.

"Your teacher?" I gasped. "How on earth did she come to talk about that?" I felt both anger and amazement. Had sex education got this far so soon?

"She told me," said the girl, smiling at me. "When I made her cum."

I felt faint and had to clutch the work surface. "Louisa May, how... what... I mean, when..." I wasn't being coherent, but then on top of being made to climax by my own child a short while ago I was now discovering my girl had had her hand in an older woman's pants.

"Oh, last week, after geography." Louisa May was being casual. "I took her to an empty classroom and did it to her there. She was very happy, but I didn't kiss her. So don't worry."

"What do you mean?" My voice was tight and croaky. If Kimmie could hear she would think I was being strangled. Fortunately the television was on loud.

"I put my hand over teacher's mouth so she wouldn't scream too loud, when I fingered her. There, that's the knives and forks all put out," she said. "What now, Mummy?"

What now was a pit yawning in front of me. I sat down heavily on a kitchen chair. All my power of reasoning had fled. I clawed at what I could inside to get anything back – a sense of outrage would have been good, but it was proving elusive. "You fingered Mrs Kelder?"

"Yeah," my daughter sighed. "But that was right after Lana Sanders had tongued her. So maybe it wasn't all me who made her cum."

"Lana Sanders?" I blinked at Louisa May. "That's..." I gulped. "That's the little girl across the street."

"Yeah, I had to go and get her. Go and see her teacher and tell her to let Lana out of lesson. I don't think Miss Newham was happy about it but she agreed, and Lana didn't mind too much–"

"She's eight for God's sake!" I had a vision of an irate Mr and Mrs Sanders, well him at least as she wasn't able to storm much these days after her operation, storming the house and demanding that my child – and me probably – should be locked up.

"I know," Louisa May sighed. "She isn't every good at licking out. I had to make my teacher squat over Lana an' then reach round and pinch old Kelder's tits to make her enjoy it." My daughter paused. "Well one hand anyways as I wanted to practise breath control on her with my other. You know, pinching her nose closed while makin' sure she didn't say anything. Jus' an idea I had."

"Am I dreaming all this?" I asked after a moment, but I wasn't. Louisa May came round the kitchen table and put her arm round me consolingly.

"Mummy," whispered my daughter. "It's okay. No one has said no to anything I've asked. I wouldn't make anyone do these things. Honest. If they said no I wouldn't mind if they did."

Oh good, I thought, staring into space. No problem there then. Eventually some power of reasoning came back, no doubt to see if the coast was clear. I caught it before it could flee again. "Okay, how long has all this been going on?"

Louisa May shrugged. "Dunno. Two weeks. Three weeks at the most. Jus' an idea I had one day, see if it worked. But so far it's only Kelder an' Lana and' her mum–"

"What?" I stared at my child, her face a few inches from mine. "Paula Sanders? Her too?" When Louisa May nodded I pressed on. "But she's... the poor woman's in a wheelchair!"

"So? She deserves to be happy too. Jus' cos' her legs don't work properly... she can still feel a cum." My daughter smiled. "She likes it when I get Lana to lick her cunt."

I should have screamed: 'Don't use that word in my house,' but given what had happened – what was happening – it seemed the smallest sin ever. I merely nodded. I also admit the mental image of little red-headed Lana kneeling and lapping between her mother's spread legs while she sat in her wheelchair, no doubt moaning, was making me very wet.

Louisa May kissed my cheek and I turned my head so my daughter could kiss me on the lips. Tongues and all that for a full minute. I even moved a little so she could get her hand down my top to pinch my nips again. I really ought to object to being handled like this, but it seemed strangely impossible to object. "Shall I get undressed?" I asked (surprising even me as the words slipped out) as we finished kissing.

"Not here Mummy," said Louisa May. "Kimmie isn't ready for this yet."

"But she will be, won't she?"

"Don' worry. Kimmie will be perfect soon," smiled my youngest daughter. She gave me one more little kiss and extracted her hand from inside my top. I sighed: I really didn't want her to let go yet, but she was right. "Later you can go upstairs Mummy dearest and lie on the bed naked an' legs apart. I'll be up when I can to see to you," said the ten-year old. "And I promise you can cum again."

"Oh God, yes please," I sighed.

Kimmie came into the kitchen. "Time to eat yet? Uh... you two okay?" She glanced at both me and her sister in a close cuddle. At least we weren't doing anything much at that moment, though if I had my way we would.

"We're absolutely fine," I said, hoping the smell of the cooking would hide the aroma of my excitement. "But we have to eat and then... well, Mummy needs to go and have a little lie down."

Louisa May, next to me, was nodding as she gave my shoulders a special extra-tight squeeze. I took a deep, satisfying breath and wondered what her little fist in me would feel like.