Virginia 7

by hornykate

I turned back to Lauren, with what must have been a questioning look in my eyes.

"Is there nothing here that attracts you?" she asked again, in a soft seductive voice. "Have I mis-read the signs? I do hope not." She kissed me again, and I was aware that, while one arm was stroking the side of my face, the other had gone beyond me towards her daughter. I was feeling as though somebody had removed all the solid objects in the room and replaced them with cotton wool. I felt warm, my skin tingled, and when I felt Lisa's small breasts resting on my back I almost lost my senses.

"I've never done this before," I said lamely, "I dont know what to do."

Lauren leaned closer to whisper in my ear, "Just do what feels right."

I should have said 'none of this feels right' but strangely, it did.

I was mesmerized by the feel of Lisa's breasts, gently moving, gliding across my back. I could even feel her nipples, the slightly raised nubs, immature, barely developed. I was aware of Lauren's errant hand, coming between myself and Lisa, and the movement as it dawned on me that she was slowly undoing the buttons of her shirt. Lauren's mouth was still close to my ear, and she whispered "I know you were looking at her breasts downstairs. You weren't subtle. You now have a chance to see them naked. Turn around."

I did, slowly, feeling I'd been put under a spell. I looked Lisa in the eyes, before I turned my attention to her breasts, and they were perfect, just as I'd imagined them. "Touch her," said her mother, "caress her. Isn't she beautiful?"

I looked up into Lisa's face again, and her eyes were closed, a faint smile on her lips. I put my hand to her childish breasts, and the feel, the weight, the firmness of such young breasts made me feel kind of crazy inside. I ran my fingers across her nipples, one then the other. They were slightly puffy, looking almost too big for such a small chest. I thought of Virginia's. Would her's look like this? The same shape? The same firmness, same outsize nipples? I leant forward and took first one, then the other in my mouth, gently licking, even more gently sucking. Lauren had moved to my side, kneeling on the floor. She raised a hand and stroked the nipple I wasn't attached to. This took me by surprise. Caressing her own daughter? Here was a new world, a new pathway to explore. And then it became even more surreal, as mother and daughter joined in a lover's kiss as I looked on.

I felt, for an instant, like an intruder on a very private moment and I think Lauren must have sensed this, as she pulled away from her daughter, placed a hand on my back, the other on her daughter's, and guided the two of us together til our lips touched. We kissed, and I felt Lisa open her mouth as though inviting my tongue. I didn't decline. I slid my tongue into this child's mouth, feeling her own tongue meeting mine. She kissed generously, wetly, open-mouthed as though giving herself completely to the act. I felt Lauren's mouth against my ear, as she whispered "Shall I shock you?" Without waiting for an answer she continued, "We've been lovers for 6 years." I did the maths, or the math as Lauren might say, and I was shocked. But it only increased my arousal. I felt Lauren's hand between my legs, I had no recollection of my skirt being raised, but I opened my legs in such a wanton way I felt like I'd become another person. A slut. I'd become a slut. I wanted to be a slut. The very word turned me on even more.

She whispered again into my ear, "Touch her cunt. Feel how wet she is."

Lisa had on only her shirt. I thought she had at least knickers on but when I traced my fingers along and between her thighs, I made immediate contact, flesh on flesh, my fingers stroking her little cunt, running the length of her tiny clit, feeling the wetness of her sex. Her breathing had become more laboured, as though orgasm was close. But she wasn't to achieve orgasm this way.

"Do you want to lick her?" whispered her mother. She was the cartoon devil on my shoulder, and there was no cartoon angel to countermand her.

Lisa opened her legs as wide as was possible and there, before me, was a sight I had never considered looking upon. The slightly opened cunt of an eleven year old girl. Any moral resistance that may have remained just vanished like an unwelcome guest as I went down on this child, tasting for the first time a preteen cunt. I was a slut, wasn't I? God, I hoped so. It was the birth of a new me. And it felt amazing."

This was the conclusion of Jen's story. We sat in silence for a while, both of us seemingly lost in our thoughts. I then reached over and put my hands over hers.

"You've made me quite jealous. And wet!"

We laughed quietly, the mood softened.

"Well then," she replied, "we're at least equal in that."

"What are you jealous of?" I asked, feeling I already knew the answer.

"You fucked my daughter." she said, simply.

"Oh baby, our story cant end here can it?" I asked. And it didn't.