| My Little Flower, Part Three – Two Flowers, Oh My! (Part 1) Hey there, reader. It's been a long time since I last wrote, so forgive me if I'm a bit rusty with the characters. Please read the previous chapters before going on. Please contact me with anything you wanna say, and enjoy! 'Another Saturday', it thought as I rolled out of bed, and then I almost squealed with delight. Today was Saturday and I would see my little flower! To say I got ready hurriedly would be an understatement. I dressed in a thong and my laciest bra, setting my very librarian-like black rimmed glasses on my nose and slipping into black jeans and a tight fitting button-up blouse. I wanted to play up the librarian angle that day, if you couldn't guess. When I got to the library, I wasn't surprised to she Iris and her mom (whose name is Dahlia) waiting near the front. Dahlia was dressed in very un-mother-like clothing. She had on tight burgundy leather pants and a hunter green halter top, actually. The green of her top accented the red hair that spilled down her shoulders, her brown eyes peering out from her light lashes. Iris was in pink biker shorts that clung to her frame, almost showing the cleft of her pussy, and a small white tank top. Her bright red hair was in pigtails. “Hello,” Dahlia purred, “we still on tonight?” “Wouldn't dream of canceling,” I answered and took Iris over to the reading circle. Story hour passed by without incident, and when it was just me and Iris left, Dahlia sauntered up to us, picked up Iris and simply walked out, leaving me to follow. I don't think I have ever driven that fast. I let the both into my house, closing the door before Dahlia positively pounced on me. I kissed back with a vengeance. I had been lonely, as my boyfriend had broken up with me after I had told him about our exploits. He had been a little girl lover, too, but hadn't bargained on sharing me with anyone. Oh well, I wasn't too sad to see him go. Back to the action. Whilst her mother was kissing me, poor little Iris got impatient and tapped me in the small of my back. I smiled, hoisting her up so she was straddling my middle and kissing her deeply. Her mother pushed me into the stairs, I stumbled as my shins hit them. I dislodged my lips from Iris' reluctantly. “Pushy pushy,” I scolded, looking back at Dahlia. She smirked and blew a kiss at me. I obliged and led her to my room, still carrying the now grinding Iris. I could almost feel my juices running down my leg. I set the 5-year-old onto the bed so she's standing on it, just about my height. I feel Dahlia's hand float feather-soft down my back. “May I ready my little girl?” She asked, trying to sound innocent, but failing. I gave her credit all the same. “Mmmm... be my guest.” She sat Iris down, kneeling in front of her, and proceeded to give her the hottest kiss I'd ever seen. I made a sort of whimpering noise watching them. I swear Dahlia smirked while kissing her daughter. This woman was trouble, I knew then. She slowly inched her hands up Iris' shirt “I haven't done this yet” she explained, “I was waiting to be with you, since she's been with you before.” I smiled, “Good idea. Iris, do you like kissing your mommy?” She simply nodded and put her hand on the back of her mother's head, pulling her close to kiss her again. Little imp. Dahlia was game, and fondled her little girl's nipples. Iris swayed slightly, holding her mom's head. Her mom smiled, yanking the little tank top off of Iris and latching onto her nipple. I suddenly decided everyone had too many clothes on, and as much as I was enjoying this mother/daughter show of affection, I was feeling lonely. Always the problem with threesomes. I knelt behind Dahlia and undid her lovely pants, sliding them down to her knees. I felt a shudder of anticipation. I grinned wickedly, getting on my elbows and knees, parting her lovely globes and sticking my tongue between them. She moaned against Iris' chest. Iris, bless her, then got impatient. “Touch me HERE!” she demanded, pointing at her cute crotch. Dahlia looked taken aback, but layed her daughter down. I stopped teasing Dahlia's back hole to climb on the bed by Iris' head, smiling down at her as her mom stripped her of pants and underwear in one pull. Well, almost. She had to yank off Iris' sandals first. Iris giggled. And there it was, the wonderful little girl pussy in all its glory. It was glistening in Iris' excitement. Dahlia looked shyly up at me. “It'd be new to her, but she'll like it I'm sure” I said. She nodded and happily buried her tongue in her girl's crease. Iris giggled, then moaned in that special little girl way. I “spider-man” kissed her and she giggled at it. She was one giggly little girl today. I looked down and saw her riding her mom's face.... (To be continued.) |