| Willow, Part One (A Fine Afternoon) The two women sat on opposite ends of the park bench, one eating her lunch, the other reading her book, both occasionally amused by the antics of the children in the playground that stretched out before them. It looked that innocent. The younger woman, in her early twenties, looked out of place in the modern city. She was a frail-looking beauty whose high-collar dress and perfect posture made her seem like she was meant for an earlier, simpler, more delicate era. Appropriately she was a librarian. She had that slim reedy body that was destined to remain slim. It sometimes made her look taller than she was. Even more appropriate was her name, Willow. The other woman was older, perhaps late thirties-early forties. She was buxom and quite attractive under her reserved look. She wore executive business outfits that on occasion made her look like a nanny. Her face was always calm and business-like until she graced you with her smile. It was a warm smile that would cause you to let down your guard. Her name was Liliana but her friends called her Lily. They had been sitting at that bench together/apart for at least two months now, when the weather was good. They always sat on their respective sides. That afternoon something different happened. Lily came over and sat next to Willow. She flashed that warm smile. “Don’t you think it’s time we talked? I mean really talked?” Perhaps deliberately, she caught the young woman with a mouth full of sandwich and Willow could only respond with a shy but agreeable shrug as she chewed. They had, in fact, made short comments to each other in the past that were meant to set up a guarded bond. Willow had been spending her lunch times at this seat for a few weeks before Lily appeared one day at the other end. There’d be a quick polite smile and then they would go about ignoring each other. At first Willow made an attempt to be only mildly interested in the kids playing as she ate but soon became less cautious when she realized that her benchmate was ALWAYS watching the children. Her hardcover novel set open on her lap was just a prop that made her pretty much an invisible person in the park. It became evident to Willow that this attractive business woman harbored the same desires as she. One time a sprightly tomboy pushed a young beauty off the swing and as she fell back her dress flipped over her head, exposing her bright white panties. As she rolled over onto her knees the dress remained upturned and her little butt jutted into the air. The two ladies couldn’t help but smile their approval to each other and the bond had started. Willow was a quiet child and had a few select friends in her life. Though she lost her virginity to a high school football star it was clear to her that the male population was not her cup of tea. She not only didn’t like boys, she was afraid of them. She found the company of women much more to her liking and yet had allowed herself the pleasure of their intimate company only a few times in her young adulthood. Mostly she preferred to be alone and spent most evenings in the solitude of her small apartment. Those who worked with this quiet, friendly mouse would be shocked if they knew of her addiction to internet porn and of the nights she would practically wear herself out masturbating to the various salacious websites. Subject matter ranged from basic sex to the perverse and bizarre depending upon her mood at the time, but her favorite was what also brought her to the park bench: young children, particularly little girls. When she was twelve she had babysat the neighbor’s 6-year-old daughter for the day. By late afternoon the child had tuckered herself out and fell back asleep watching TV. Willow sat on the floor working on a school project next to the couch where the girl was napping. Little Amy was a heavy sleeper and did not stir when Willow, noticing the girl’s leg was dangling, placed it back on the sofa. After a while the leg slid back down and it was then that Willow realized that she could see straight into the lass’s shorts and that the youngster had no underwear on. Bringing her face close, she pulled the crotch aside and gazed at the smooth hairless slit. With a daring that surprised herself, she pressed her fingers onto the puffy lips and, when there was not a stir, pulled them apart. The lips separated with a fleshy tackiness and Willow breathed in that earthy sweet scent of a young girl not yet having sinful dreams; naturally fragrant with a hint of pee. The smell intoxicated Willow and made her pussy tingle. She studied the pink valley and the teeny pod at the top and was greatly tempted to open further when Amy stirred. In a flash Willow was back at her homework and the girl instinctively brought her leg on the couch, scratched her tummy and continued sleeping. Willow kept that memory, that smoothness, that scent, that pink in her ever since. She’d never had the opportunity or the courage to relive that fantasy since except in the websites that catered to her secret desire. Now she sat next to a woman who shared those desires. At first it peeved her because she felt it interfered with her lunchtime fantasies. She liked to focus on one particular little girl for that session and, as she watched the youngster romp and play, would star the child in her own imaginary sex play. She would vividly envision the removal of playclothes, the stroking of soft skin and the playful nuzzling of hairless mounds. She would return to work with a moist pussy and an extra dab of her delicate perfume to mask her arousal. Lily would sometimes distract her from these lusty reveries by making a throat noise and eye-motioning toward a child she felt deserved attention. If it weren’t for the fact that her choices were always good Willow would have been irritated. In fact, Lily’s eye seem to spot the most delightful fairies and she read Willow’s tastes in little girls perfectly. Now, after two months of friendly acknowledgements, they were talking. “You carry about you a fine sense of decorum my dear,” Lily patted Willow’s hand, “as well as a sense of discretion.” That amiable smile and the sudden touch had an effect of the young woman and she found herself hoping she was being propositioned. She looked at Lily’s buxom chest and had the urge to see her naked. “Perhaps later,” Lily purred, as if she’d read her mind, “tell me a little about yourself, child.” Willow told her pretty much the opposite of what she would tell any other acquaintance. Less of who she was and did for a living, more of what interested her in the sensual world. Lily nodded approval. You are cautious, she said, that is good. “Doesn’t matter,” Willow spoke, “there’s no crime in what we do.” “Perhaps some of us do more than just fantasize. Would that trouble you?” Willow thought for a moment. “No. I often wish my fantasies could come true.” Lily smiled and looked past the playground to a dark car that was depositing a woman and two children. The youngsters, wearing overalls, broke into a run for the tire swings then decided on the crawl-around wooden fort. Lily was eyeing the two. “Tell me, Willow, what do you think of those precious things?” As if on cue, the mother(?) pointed towards the swingsets which were closest to the bench and the youngsters bounded for them. At first Willow wanted to say that boys were not of her preference but then she realized that the child with the short cut hair was not only a girl but that she had the most beautiful face she had ever seen. Not that her long-haired (obvious) sister was any less lovely. They had the same photogenic smiles and flawless skin. Their bodies suggested six maybe seven years of age. From the back they looked like brother and sister. From the front they looked like a girl-lover’s dream. She tried to gather an effective detailed summary of these two angels that would impress Lily. “They look delicious.” was all she could whisper. “Mmm, yes.” Lily concurred. They sat watching the girls play for about ten minutes. Willow was entranced at the way they swayed their hips from side to side as they waited their turns on the slides. She realized for the first time just how close Lily had been sitting next to her. She could hear her breathe. Suddenly Lily looked at her watch and stood. “I have to go now. You’ll be late for work yourself. Willow, will you be here tomorrow? Good. Please be here. I look forward to it.” And she left. That night, in the sanctuary of her cozy apartment, the young librarian lit a joint, seductively disrobed (for the benefit of herself) and rolled the computer monitor to the edge of the bed. She had obtained a computer stand designed for bed-ridden patrons and loved to prop her pillows behind her as she masturbated in style. This time she crept across the bed on her hands and knees like a tigress and entered her favorite websites while the backside of her gazelle-like body stuck lewdly in the air. She was feeling extra decadent tonight. As she searched for bolder erotica her mind kept replaying Lily’s words; ‘perhaps some of us do more than just fantasize’. Willow’s thoughts began to focus on the older woman’s full body and the way she and Willow had watched the two girls playing. Those perfect little-girl faces and their perfect sprightly little bodies. She reached back to caress her ass and her finger slipped ever-so-naturally into her wet little pussy. (Willow did have an exceptionally small pussy, perhaps one of the reasons she did not fancy men). The Pleasures took over as she rolled onto her side and her other hand pulled lovingly on her puffy nipples. ‘More than just fantasize’… She was turned on greatly by the way Lily had said that. Willow had done only that: fantasize. Since that babysitting moment she had never really been with young children, yet always aware of them when they entered a room, always watching them as their mothers held their hands and picked out primer books, always smiling sweetly at them and receiving a sweet smile in return, always fantasizing about them as they romped in the playground. She went to websites that showed young child-models in pose, anime and cartoon sites that drew delightful and daring nude pixies and story sites like the wonderful Lesbian Lolita that always caused her to cum enough times as to exhaust herself. But she had a fear of finding the Real Thing and was frustrated about it at the same time. Occasionally she would be struck by the urge to find a real kiddy-porn site. An urge which would be quickly squelched by both the fear that the FBI would immediately break down her door and the thought of emotionally and physically abused children being used for these venues. Oh well, she would sigh and with joy go back to the CASS Family. Still the words replayed, ‘more than just fantasize.’ The next day was cooler and cloudy but Willow came to the park-bench anyway. She wore a Victorian-style blouse with a lacy collar and a long clingy skirt that she felt gave extra body to her slim backside. She was willing to be seduced today. Lily was sitting in her usual spot wearing one of her more nanny-like business suits and that wonderful warm smile. The playground was less populated but then Willow saw the same car from yesterday pull up beyond the playground. A wave of apprehension ran over her. Lily was suddenly by her side. “Willow, you must listen carefully now. I’ve watched you now for several months and feel that we can talk freely about this. I, like you, am very cautious but, unlike you, I feel the need to act upon my fantasies every once in a while and I would very much like to have that fantasy with you.” Willow saw the chauffer open the car door and the woman and two kids emerged. They were dressed casually in pants and pullovers and did not go running for the park. Willow felt her mouth go dry. Lily continued. “I have kept correspondence with a woman who has her own strong needs and we have nurtured each others desires online until we felt it was appropriate to meet and, well, take it to a new level.” The three began to walk down the sidewalk away from the park, both girls dutifully holding the woman’s hands. “Those are her daughters. They are twins and they are seven years old. She would like to watch them being touched by other women.” ‘Women’ Willow thought, oh my… “We know each other from our webcams. I’ve told her about you. But yesterday she saw you for the first time and I saw the children for the first time. She said you were lovely and could see that you would not a danger to her kids. She’d like for you to join us if you wish.” Willow felt the words swirling in her head. She watched the family pass out of sight. Was this for real? Could she dare? Was it too late? Were they gone? “They are walking around the block. Window shopping. When they come back to that corner I will be there to meet them. Willow, this is your chance to act upon a dream. You may never get this chance again. I’ve taken all the risks out of this but as it goes in life there’s always some risk. If you say no I’ll leave now.” Willow felt rushed. Questions, questions. There were questions in her head. “I…I have to get back to…what about work?” “You have a cell phone. Call and say you took ill. Food poisoning from lunch. You’ve never done it before so they’ll believe you and hope you’ll feel better.” “But…” “I’m out of time Willow. I have to leave now. We’ll meet and wait for you for five minutes. No more. I understand if you decide not to. But remember that from here on every day you sit at this spot you’ll think about what you’ve missed, what you turned down, what you can only imagine.” And with that Lily leaned forward and kissed a confused Willow on the lips and then walked away. The young woman tasted the wetness Lily had left on her mouth. She watched her elegant backside swaying through her power suit as the distance between them increased. She knew sitting here was only going to make her have to run faster. She fumbled for her cell phone. ********************************************** The carpet was so thick and lush Willow had to fight the urge to lie back and lounge on it. Considering the circumstances, she felt warm and relaxed. The pot she was offered probably had a lot to do with it. She quietly admitted to Lily that the grass was ‘better than average’. “Everything here is ‘better than average’,” Lily whispered back as she studied their surroundings. Indeed the apartment room they were in was large yet intimate; it’s décor was expensive yet comfortable to the psyche; it wasn’t just for show but was actually used and enjoyed. The apple martinis that were prepared for them made everything more surreal. Harley walked into the room with her amiable smile. “I hope I made those right,” she laughed as she crossed the room and picked up her glass, “I’m out of practice mixing drinks. Here, Lily. Quickly before the kids come down.” She held out a palm-sized canister of coke. Lily took a sniff, offered to Willow, who declined, and gave it back to her host. Harley took a snort in each nostril then locked the tin away in a cabinet above the hi-def TV. The mother looked over her shoulder as she hid the key on top and smiled impishly. “Mustn’t corrupt the children.” Willow couldn’t help but notice the woman’s sloping backside as she tippy-toed to do this and knew Lily was staring as well. It was obvious Lily was in love. As Liliana explained earlier, they had already been intimate. Having met on the internet, she and Harley chatted about their pedophile desires and the young mother confessed to recently having sex with her young daughters. Their discussions were perverted, romantic and just plain hot. Cautiously, they finally agreed to meet for a one-on-one date and the evening was good. In fact, it lasted a weekend. The thityish mom and the fortyish businesswoman latched onto each other like teenage nymphos. Knowing they were sexually compatible, the mother then approached the children to the idea of meeting Lily. One twin was highly receptive but the other seemed unsure and Lily felt that the seven-year-old probably wasn’t too keen about doing ‘nasties’ with an ‘old’ middle-aged woman so she came up with the idea of tossing in Willow to sweeten the pot. “I’m… a ‘pot sweetener’?” Willow asked, bemused. “Well, yes, dear. Do you mind terribly?” Willow took another toke and smiled at the woman. “I was unsure about this. I mean, it’s happening oh so fast. But how could I not enjoy the sheer weirdness of it all. No I don’t mind. I thought you might seduce me today. I never dreamed it would be this perfect fantasy.” ******************************* Indeed it seemed perfect the minute she had met the Quinns on that busy street corner. A preppy-looking tanned mother, sweater tied about her shoulders, with that look of a personal trainer and somebody else to pay the bills, holding the hands of two stunning angelic-faced girls. They looked like the cover of a family health magazine. To the bustling lunch crowd, they appeared as two families meeting and air-kissing their hellos. The girls were introduced as Amanda and Cassandra. “I’m Mandy”, said the long haired twin. “And I’m Candy,” the boyish beauty held out a box of gummy bears. “Want some?” Willow blushed. The mother’s eyes seem to be studying her with a look of approval. Despite the charade of friends running into each other on the city street she felt the youngsters’ apprehension and they hers. Mandy broke into a smile when Lily flashed hers and there was a moment of awkward silence in the group. “Well,” Harley took command, “let’s walk shall we?” They strolled several blocks until the shopping district gave way to brownstone and colonial brick. Lily, Harley and Mandy walked together, talking as if they had good ole times to talk about. Willow followed behind feeling a little nervous and forgotten until Candy held her hand for the journey. She didn’t know what to say to the child as they walked and dared herself to look down and smile at her. She found that Candy was also studying her with that beautifully curious innocent-looking gaze. She smiled and Willow was entranced by that smile, small white teeth that were slightly spaced apart and someday destined for the Tooth Fairy. Willow realized they were now in the historic district of the city. Townhouses pressed closely together jumped apart here and there to allow space for classic houses and the occasional Macmansion. The group turned into the walkway of a lovely red-brick colonial house. “It’s my private get-a-way” Harley boasted as she punched in her security codes and bade us to enter... **************************** That awkward silence became apparent again as the three women sat and allowed their respective buzzes to hit them. Please kick off your heels, Harley insisted, sitting on the floor in front of them, this rug is made for bare feet. “I know you’re nervous. I’m nervous. I’m sure the kids are nervous. I wasn’t sure how to proceed next so I thought we should break the ice with some drinks and stuff.” She looked straight at Willow. “You ARE lovely. I do hope you understand that when it comes to my kids there is to be no coercion or disrespect.” “Of course.” Willow said solemnly. Harley smiled. “Forgive me my ‘mother’s prerogatives’. I don’t mean to sound dark. Did Lily tell you about us? My husband is in a high tax bracket as you can tell. He used this townhouse for business guests but mostly for affairs and then I found out about it… Well it’s mine now. The girls and I use it for our shopping sprees whenever we come to the city. One night when I thought they were asleep I was in this room watching my …special videos when…” She grinned and her face blushed. Willow leaned forward. “‘special’videos?” Suddenly there was a light knock at the door and little Mandy stepped thru. Candy’s head peeked out behind her. “Mom. Can we come down now? We’re boorred!” Harley turned to the women and grinned. “Okay, maybe they’re NOT as nervous as us.” The girls scampered in at the mother’s nod and Willow’s heart began to race. She had that same feeling she got just before she’d get on a humongous roller-coaster ride. She looked at Lily and knew she was feeling the same. The youngsters were now wearing different clothes. Mandy had on a light dress and socks while Candy wore a t-shirt and pants that, fitting snugly over her seven-year-old frame, gave the constant illusion that she was a boy until those angelic eyes and sensuous baby lips came into view. They stood side by side studying Lily and Willow as the two women offered their silent thanks to the gods of Lust. All nervousness seemed to vanish when the little ones broke into impish grins. Alright, the mother said as she hugged them both and they each gave a soft kiss on her lips, what do you guys want to do? “Let’s watch videos!” piped Mandy. “Boorring!” vetoed Candy, “Ooh! Let’s play the game we just bought!” “Ya!” And they ran out of the room. Willow was still in awe of the casual yet erotic kisses she had just witnessed. Harley blushed her smile to the librarian. Without a word she knee-walked to Lily and they kissed. Their lips were still touching when the kids bustled back into the room. They stopped in their tracks and quietly watched, wide-eyed, until Harley broke off and told them to set up the game. “They’ve not seen Mom with a grown women before.” She whispered. The game was Spin The Bottle. “They sell that?” Lily chuckled. It was a Milton Bradley-style game with game board, pieces, cards and dice, plus a weighted plastic bottle that fit on a spindle and spun with amazing ease. The kids discarded the game board, pieces, cards and dice and kept the spinning bottle. “Ready!” they chimed and everyone sat around the bottle in the middle of the soft, plush rug. Sitting on her legs in her stocking feet, it felt a little like a slumber party. Willow couldn’t get over how delightful the girls bantered as they took control of the day. Who spins first? Let’s spin to see. Oh just spin. The bottle seemed to spin forever and stopped at Harley. Kiss me, Mom! No, kiss ME, Mommy! Mom chose Willow and as they kissed the girls leaned in closely to see. Harley’s kiss was tender and Willow felt her tongue slide between her lips as they separated. Ooh, said Candy, spin again! This time the bottle pointed to Mandy, who gasped in excitement. It was clear whom she wanted to kiss. Lily had taken her jacket off earlier and in her thin-ribbed turtleneck it was obvious which of the three grown-ups had the largest breasts. The girl had been staring at them and smiling at Lily the whole time. When they kissed, she made a point of pushing her gamine body into the older woman. The room was becoming quite warm. Though Harley had earlier lit some lemongrass incense to mask the smell of pot, it was becoming apparent that there were five erotically charged females in the room. The scent was muted but sweet. The bottle pointed to Willow. Suddenly Candy was at her side, her face just inches away. Her breath smelled like a child’s breath should, like gummy bears. Willow was mesmerized as the girl’s petite hands cupped the sides of her face. She heard a moan and saw Harley gazing intently, her chest rising and falling, her nipples blatantly poking thru her top, her hand inside her pants. “Kiss her, baby,” she whispered huskily, “Kiss her for Mommy”. The small baby-like lips met Willow’s and a sweet clear wetness passed between them. The young librarian dreamed many fantasies about loving a child but never imagined that just a kiss would put her in another world. Their tongues swirled together, one gently touching the other, sometimes moving so slow as to feel their taste buds glide…Exploring a row of young incredibly small teeth…suckling the child’s tongue… “Jeez, come up for air, why don’tcha!” Mandy giggled and a round of infectious laughter took over the circle. The bottle kept spinning. Everyone kissed everyone. Hands caressed young bodies. The adults were about to push for a major jump in the action when Candy yelled ‘Strip Spin The Bottle!’ Fine. Although the adults were impassioned and a little impatient this seemed to suit the mood just fine. Attention was paid to each piece of clothing discarded by the bottle’s whim and each piece of exposed flesh was all the more memorable. Mandy only had a dress, panties and socks on and was soon down to just panties while the rest were only half-dressed. Willow delighted in her pink flat nipples and was anxious to see just how identical these girls really were. Young and old alike ‘oohed’ when Lily pulled her sweater off to reveal boobs that were straining for release from her low cut bra. The creamy, fleshy tits quivered as she chuckled at the appreciation. Willow helped pull Candy’s top off and ran her fingers over the same round pink dots that her sister had. When the two sisters kissed they made a point of pressing their flat bodies together for the ladies’ benefit Then Lily opted to remove her bra next and leaned forward so the kids could fondle and weigh them in their small hands. Willow couldn’t resist and also caressed them, drawing a lusting smile from Lily as she rolled the solid nipples between her fingers. Harley rolled back to remove her pants and the sight of her panty-covered ass inflamed Willow. The bottle pointed to her again and she made the same motion to remove her undies and when her pussy and asshole were open to view the librarian had to fight the urge to leap over and taste those treasures. “Mom’s naked!” Candy announced, giggling. Indeed, she won the game. Lily and Mandy still had their panties on and Willow was only in a teddy. “I’m tired of this game.” Mandy pouted and stood up to remove her panties. “Oh lord,” Lily moaned as the child displayed a perfectly hairless slit that rested on a soft fleshy mound. Willow, still a bit stoned, was trying to take in the realness of the scene: Naked mother and daughter both next to each other with lewd thoughts in their heads. “Willow…” Candy sulked, “I still got my pants on.” Oh poor baby, Willow said. Let me help you. She got her knees and drew the girl close for a kiss. She ran her hands down the back of the little sprite until they went into the stretch waistband of her pants. Hooking her thumbs she pushed the pants down past her ass and came back up to fondle the velvety cheeks. As she probed lower into the crevasse of her butt, she heard the girl’s mother groan and Willow and Candy turned to see Harley masturbating intently at the sights before her. Mandy was suckling on Lily’s tit, almost smothering her face in the mound of flesh while the older woman was spreading the youngster’s legs to better play with her bald little cunt. “Mommy said this would turn her on.” Candy said in a half-whisper. “Let’s make her cum real good then.” Willow whispered back and gave her quick instructions. Candy kicked away her pants and jutted her backside out toward her mother. Willow caressed the soft buns and, making sure Harley was watching, pulled the cheeks apart to expose her asshole. “Ohh..” Harley moaned as a feverish look came over her face and her fingers began to run faster over her clit. Smiling straight at the mother, the delicate Willow gracefully wet her finger with her mouth and, when good and wet, brought it down to the child’s hole. “Not too hard, ”Candy whispered, a little worried. “Shh, child.” Willow placed the moist digit on the puckered asshole and slowly began to massage it in a circular motion. She could feel the rim of her opening as her finger glided over it. She heard a louder moan and saw Harley’s fingers become a blur on her pussy. The sight of Willow pushing a finger into her little girl’s ass set a short fuse and the woman‘s body began convulsing and bucking off the carpet. Harley tried to continue watching as she came but eyes were too busy rolling in the back of her head. “Look,” Mandy called out, “Mommy’s toes are curling!” As Harley’s orgasm subsided, she propped herself against the couch and, with a dazed giggle, waved at us to continue while she came back down to earth. Lily was allowing Mandy to remove her undies and the youngster surprised her by placing the panties to her pert nose and inhaling deeply. Still holding the lilac colored garment to her fresh face, the girl looked into the older woman’s eyes and the devilish grin that broke out between then told of silent agreements. Willow, still embracing her pixie, held her out at arms length to fully take in the sight of her smooth tight-looking slit. She placed her hand over the soft mound of flesh and Candy widened her stance to accommodate. She cupped her hand and felt heat emanating from her crack, wetness seeping onto her fingers. Her middle finger stood upward and tilled thru the creamy warmth, bumping over and around the girl’s bb-sized clit. The child’s body shuddered when this happened and Willow brought her slicked finger to her lips, first to smell the delightful perfume, then to taste the warm honey so different from her own. Candy giggled and grinned as Willow smiled a lustful appreciation of her juices. “You like it?” the youngster gushed as she swung her boyish hips from side to side. “Mmmm, yes, very much, my little tomboy. I never dreamt it would taste this wonderful,” Willow said with such honesty that the two suddenly felt as they were the only two people in the room. “May I lick your pretty little pussy, dear? (Willow felt strangely sexy calling this seven-year-old ‘dear’.) Please?” Candy’s grin widened in assent but then a look of hesitation crossed her face. “What is it, dear?” Well, it’s just that…you know… Do I get to see you naked?” she said shyly as she pointed at Willow, “I mean, do I get to see all of you?” Willow realized she was the only one still wearing something, her teddy. So engrossed with the face and body of this child that she hadn’t noticed the movements around her. Lily and Harley were both propped side-by-side in front of the couch. Little Mandy was stretched out across their laps as they fondled and groped the young flesh at their leisure. Adult hands were sliding over and into the secret parts of the girl and each other. Though both women were busy molesting the long-haired twin, the mother was fervently eyeing the interaction between the young librarian and Candy. “She really wants to see all of you, Miss Willow,” Harley’s eyes were glazed with lust, “She told me so herself.” Willow looked at Candy. “Is that so, child?” Candy nodded excitedly. “Ya.” Willow stood up and slipped off her frills, sheepishly smiling at how wet the crotch had gotten. She heard Candy sigh as she looked at the sparse crop of hair that covered her small cunt. Her puffy nipples stiffened as she heard the ladies moan their approval. “Succulent” the mother purred as Lily cupped Harley’s breast and lifted it as Mandy zeroed in to suckle it. Willow arched her legs and the girl began exploring. Her petite hand touched Willow’s cunt and was immediately flooded with slick fragrant liquid. Wow, she breathed, surprised that such an ‘adult’ pussy could look so small and yet be so wet. She coaxed the woman unto her back and continued her probing, running her fingers thru the slippery juices and bringing her pert nose to the slight folds to breathe in the sensuous musk. Willow ran her hands over her small breasts as she looked down to see the child’s head sniffing about her petals, once again looking like a little boy between her legs. She turned her head to see Lily getting the same treatment from the other twin, her large boobs being massaged by Harley as Mandy’s face fell into her bushy cunt. Willow soon felt Candy’s mouth press into her slit and was surprised at the talent that little tongue was demonstrating. The girl lapped up the juices in her honeypot with a single-minded devotion and the librarian was starting to float in a sea of lusty sensations. Soon the child began suckling on her clit, gently but firm enough to cause her body to spasm as suction seemed to pull on her cunt as a whole. Willow’s reedy frame began to delicately jump about and she found herself uncontrollably gasping as she lay open-mouthed. It was exquisite. She looked down to see that this angelic seven-year-old’s face was glistening with cunt juice and, as if to prove how much she enjoyed it, Candy rocked her face from side to side into the slit further soaking herself until droplets were running down her cheeks. Willow was at a level of sexual high that she didn’t want to leave yet knew an explosion was imminent. She was aware that her slim body was coated with sweat. Finally, after an amazing time in orbit, she felt the child suckle tightly, flicking her tongue over the tip of her clit. Willow’s hands pounded the lush rug in an attempt to grab on to something. A sound came out of the back of her throat she had not heard before. Somewhere above that sound she faintly heard Harley say ‘that’s my little girl’ and then lost it. Willow came. She had never squirted before in her life when she came but she could feel herself doing it now. Not that she could do anything to stop it. Her body convulsed and rocked and if she was screaming too loud she would have to apologize about it later. Her head thrashed back and forth and she had just enough strength thru her orgasm to look back down and see this beautiful little girl’s face, though buried in her cunt, smiling. Willow remembered things while she was coming around. she remembered Candy starting to kiss her way up her body. She remembered the girl’s mother telling her to ‘stop, child, give her time to rest’. She remembered Candy laying her face on Willow’s heavily breathing stomach and feeling a trickle of liquid run over her side. Whether it was perspiration or pussy juice she wasn’t sure. She remembered chuckling uncontrollably. She could hear other sounds of sexplay but was still floating to earth too slowly to pay attention. She was sure she heard both women cum and attempting to prop herself on her elbows when Candy rushed up and kissed her. “Did you like?” she asked gleefully. “Did I…? How the hell old are you?” Willow smiled groggily. “I’m seven.” “Impossible. No one seven years of age can make someone wet the-- OMIGOD! I wet the floor! Harley, I’m sorry! I …squirted over your rug!” Harley chuckled. Willow could see that she and Lily were in the same state of sexual stupor that she was coming out of. The twins had smug satisfied grins. Don’t worry about it, Willow, I hope to do worse to it before I have I cleaned. They sat and drank sodas for a while occasionally breaking out in giggles. Willow and Candy laid in each others arms propped up by large floor pillows. Lily, Harley and her daughter were lazily tangled on the couch. Dusk was creeping into the room. “Mommy,” Mandy said in her best little-girl voice, “I have to go pee-pee.” “Oh really, honey? Okay. Lily, would you be a darling and take Amanda to go pee-pee? Willow saw Lily’s eyes snap out of their languor and look at Harley with surprised excitement. “Really? Are you sure? Do you mean it?” She asked breathlessly. “Of course, silly. You probably have to go yourself. Door’s down that hall. Mandy’ll show you.” As if just told she has presents in another room, a beaming Lily was taken by the hand by a grinning Mandy and the two naked females left the room. Harley playfully bit her lower lip as she smiled. “They both seem to have the same likes. Isn’t that sweet?” She glanced at the hallway. “I better make sure they’re okay. You kids be alright here?” “Yes, Mommy”. And Harley scampered off. It seemed to happen pretty fast. Candy turned to a dumfounded Willow and they kissed. The young woman had been lazily fondling the girl’s flat chest as they rested but now she passionately grounded their bodies together. “Stop.” Candy pushed away slightly. “Remember, you said I get to see all of you. You said so.” “Well, yes. Didn’t we already—“ “Turn over,” the seven-year-old said with authority. The look on the angel’s face halted any protest Willow had. She could not refuse this child. She rolled over onto her stomach. As Candy began prying her asscheeks apart, it occurred to Willow how odd this part was. Her life fantasy was in seducing and having her way with a young girl such as this. And yet it was the youngster having her way with Willow. Was she submissive or just polite enough to follow house rules? Should she put her foot down and put her tongue in? Ah well, any thoughts of stopping this thing right now disappeared when Willow felt a small wet tongue swab her butthole. All in all, she thought, not a bad afternoon. End of Part One |