Date: Tue, 26 Sep 2017 12:37:21 -0700 From: Misty Meadow Subject: Not a Stitch Not a Stitch By Misty Meadow I've been invited to a barbecue by my neighbor, but when I arrive, I discover it's actually a naked pool party; no burgers or sizzling steaks. In the centre of the small lawn adjacent to the pool is a big shade tree and some tables loaded with snacks and coolers with beer and wine. Chairs and lounges are scattered about. There are a dozen or so adults most of whom I know slightly, and three kids of whom I've not yet had the pleasure. I take my clothes off and make the rounds, catching up on local news. Few of the women interest me; too many sagging tits and cellulite thighs and I have no interest in men whatsoever. The kids are a different matter. The oldest is about sixteen and the men are casting surreptitious glances at her, pretending not to look. I have to admit that she's pretty gorgeous with beautiful tits and the figure of a supermodel, but what gets my juices flowing are the two younger girls. I wangle an introduction from Charlotte, the mother of the elder, who lives in the next street to me. "Misty, this is my daughter Samantha and her little friend Opal." I smile at them, trying not to stare too hard at their naked bodies, glistening with beads of water from the pool. I engage in small talk and discover that Sam is twelve. She appears to be right on the edge of puberty, her breasts just beginning to swell, her nipples more than just bee stings. Opal is eleven with a flat chest and no pubic hair. I try to keep my voice calm though inside my guts are churning and my pussy is tingling. These two angels could make all my most outrageous dreams come true. After a short conversation, they jump into the pool. As it gets dark and the party starts to break up, Charlotte corners me and starts to talk about the difficulty of getting babysitters. "Why would you want a sitter?" I ask. "Sam's twelve. She's old enough to be alone, surely?" "Yeah, well last time I tried that she got into the liquor cabinet with drastic results and I can't trust her." "I could help you," I tell her. "Most of my evenings are free." "How much do you charge?" "Nothing. Just take me out to dinner sometime." "Deal," she says shaking my hand. "Are you free tomorrow?" "I am." She looks me up and down, setting off my gaydar. She's actually quite attractive. "I'm going to a dinner party at eight, but why don't you come over earlier and we can get to know each other a little better?" I read the hidden meaning in her invitation. "Sounds like a plan." With a borrowed pen I write her phone number on a napkin and tuck it into my . . . wait a minute, I'm still naked. "Hey, Sam!" I call and she looks up from where she's now standing waist deep in the pool. "I'm gonna be looking after you tomorrow evening." "Cool!" she says, smiling. _____________________________________ It's the next day, Friday, and I arrive at Charlotte's house just after six. She opens the door and ushers me in. She's wearing a short slip that's only just long enough to cover her bum, with apparently nothing underneath. "Sam's upstairs in her room with little Opal who's going to sleep over. They're doing their homework. Come on upstairs to my room and we can talk while I get dressed." In her bedroom she makes no attempt to dress. She sits on the edge of the bed, eyeing me hungrily. "You looked so fucking sexy at the pool party," she says. "I could hardly take my eyes off you." "You looked pretty hot yourself," I say. She's a bit too old to really excite me, being close to forty, but I play along because I want to babysit her daughter as often as I possibly can. "How about getting naked for me, so I can look at you again?" Even though I'm focused on getting to know her daughter, an invitation to undress in front of any woman is something that I can't possibly turn down, and the road to Sam leads through her. I take off my shorts and knickers, then slowly unbutton my man's dress shirt from bottom to top, spreading it wide and letting her run her gaze up and down my body. I little tingle of excitement stirs in my pussy. "My God, you're fucking gorgeous!" she breathes, standing up and pushing the shirt off my shoulders. I can see her big brown nipples through her sheer slip and I'm beginning to think that having sex with this woman might be better than expected. I reach up and slide the straps of her slip off her shoulders and it falls, pooling round her ankles. Her arms go round me and we kiss. This is all no big deal until I feel her hand go down between my legs and suddenly I'm on fire. I want to suck on her tits and finger her cunt but she's way ahead of me, pushing me on to my back on the bed and falling on top of me, her mouth on my tits, her fingers in my cunt and I just lie back and let it happen. Soon her head is between my thighs and she's eating my pussy with consummate skill. It's not long before I cum, and after a short rest, I start on her, following her lead, doing to her everything that she did to me and soon she, too, cums then cums again. We lie side by side, relaxing in the afterglow of hot sex. I know that I'm not going to embark on an emotional relationship with her. It was just sex, that's all. She seems to sense what I feel, because she says, "Whatever you do, don't fall in love with me, Misty. This was just a fuck, okay? Nice, memorable even, but not significant." "I'm with you right there. Let's just be fuck buddies." "Perfect. I just need you to take care of Sam and her friend on a regular basis and we can fuck or not fuck as the fancy takes us, okay?" Oh, boy, this is turning out just as I'd hoped. The door opens and Sam pokes her head round. I try to grab something to cover myself with, but nothing is at hand. Charlotte seems utterly unperturbed at being caught naked with another naked woman. "We've done our homework," Sam says, stepping into the room. She wearing nothing but white knickers and doesn't seem surprised to find two naked women in her mother's bed. "I've left some snacks on the breakfast bar," Charlotte says. "We'll be down in a minute." Sam leaves. I watch as Charlotte dresses. She must be attending some formal occasion because she puts on stockings, then a suspender belt, a lacey bra and a pair of see-through knickers. The same sheer slip goes back on and she tops it off with a classic little black dress, a very classic look. Dressed like this, she looks more fuckable than when she was naked. She steps into a pair of black heels, and I pull my knickers on. "I wouldn't bother getting fully dressed, given this summer heat," she advises. "The girls won't be." Now I'm excited again, not in the hot sexual way of ten minutes ago, but in a deeper, more cerebral way. We go downstairs and there are Sam and Opal, sitting at the breakfast bar in their knickers, eating crisps and dip. Charlotte gives me instructions about bedtime, showering and brushing their teeth, kisses the girls on their cheeks, and is gone. I sit down at the bar and scoop some dip. "You and Mum were having sex, weren't you?" says Sam. It's no use denying it. "Does that bother you?" I ask. "Why should it? She has sex with lots of people, men and women. I don't care. I just wish she'd let me watch, that's all." "Me, too," says Opal, smirking. "So what were you and Mum doing?" asks Sam. "What consenting adults do behind closed doors should always be a secret so, I'm sorry, you'll just have to use your imagination." "You don't have to tell us," says Sam. "You could just show us." Holy shit! Is this little nymphet suggesting that I re-enact my adventure with her mum with her? "I'm not sure if you're old enough to be shown what your mother was doing," I say. "Wrong! I know all about sex. I surf porn on the internet, so there's nothing that I haven't seen already. That's what we were doing while we were supposed to be doing our homework, surfing porn." "Lesbian porn sites," says Opal, her smirk even bigger. I adopt an expression of total shock. "You mean you haven't done your homework?" I say, sounding outraged. "You bad, bad girls! I'm gonna have to spank you both." "Ooooh!" says Sam, her eyes lighting up. "Misty wants to spank us, Opal." She turns to me. "Are you gonna put us across your knee and take our knickers down?" I ponder the physics and decide that across my knee is not the best position to deliver chastisement. "No. Come into the living room." They follow me. "Now, who gets spanked first?" "Me! Me!" they chorus. I sit on the couch. "Oldest first. Sam, I want you on all fours on the coffee table, facing sideways." She eagerly climbs on and lowers her upper body, her bum elevated. Opal looks on in eager anticipation. "Now your knickers have to come off." I slide them down to her knees and caress her bum cheeks, running my hand down the back of her thigh, then back up again so that my fingers brush her pussy lips and then her little brown pucker. She trembles with excitement. My hand goes back down her other thigh, my thumb pressing against her pussy as it passes. I repeat this a few times, then lean in and kiss her buttocks. "Ready?" I ask, unnecessarily. "I'm a naughty girl so spank me hard, Misty," she says and I land three gently slaps on her left cheek." "Ow!" she says, playing along. I caress her with my fingers again and feel her getting wet. I deliver another three blows to her other cheek. "There! Now you've been properly punished." She gets to her feet, her knickers fall to her ankles and she steps out of them. Meanwhile, little Opal has hopped on to the coffee table and assumed the position. "My turn! Do it, Misty! Spank me!" I administer discipline to her just as I had to Sam, allowing my fingers to linger at the gates of heaven, pressing gently. Sam is on her knees again, this time to watch the action more closely, peering at her little friend's rear end as I "molest" her. When I'm done, Opal stands and she, too, loses her knickers. I look at the girls. "You both look just the same as when I first saw you naked by the pool," I tell them, "when I fell in love with you both." "We saw how you were looking at us," says Opal. "We knew you wanted us." Quite perceptive for an eleven year old child, I think. "You should take your knickers off," says Sam, "so we're all the same." I lift my hips and slide them down and Opal kneels to take them from my ankles. There she is, not two feet away, gazing at my wet pussy. "You've shaved your pubic hair," she notes. "So that I look like a little girl. I like little girls," I explain, my tone suggesting that my feelings amount to more than "liking". "Your pussy doesn't look like ours," says Opal. "It has big floppy lips." "And a nice big clit," adds Sam. I spread my lips apart with my fingertips and lean back, as they stare at me. My pulse is racing. They're not at all put off by my behaviour, which many would regard as outrageous. "My mum's pussy is just like that," Sam says. "She likes to show it off, just like you, Misty. She lets me take pictures of it." This is quite astonishing; no wonder Sam seems so mature and well informed for a girl of her age. "Can I see them?" I ask, hoping against hope. "No problem," she says, getting to her feet. She leaves the room and comes back with a lap top. They sit either side of me on the couch and we look at the slideshow. There are half a dozen close ups of Charlotte's cunt, but even more exciting are pictures of Sam, some in her undies, but most of them of her naked body, quite deliberately displayed in the most provocative poses, legs spread wide, as lewd as the most extreme porn available on the internet and in all of them she has an eager smile on her face. "Oh, my God!" I breathe, my heart in my mouth. "Am I sexy?" she asks, somewhat unnecessarily, a shit eating grin on her face. "Utterly! Deliciously! Incredibly! You're the sexiest girl I've ever met." "Even sexier than my Mum?" I nod. "Oh, yes, definitely!" "Am I sexy, too?" asks Opal. "If only you knew," I say, enigmatically, putting an arm round her shoulder and giving her a squeeze. "Then you should take some pictures of me," she says. "Pictures like these ones of Sam. I like showing my pussy off, too." "My phone's upstairs in the bedroom," I tell her. She springs to her feet and runs upstairs, returning with my phone, and hands it to me. The next five minutes are among the most exciting moments of my life. Opal proves just as willing to show off her little preteen undeveloped body as Sam had been when her pictures were taken (By whom? Her mum?) Sitting with her legs spread wide, kneeling with her bum up in the air, lying on her back with her knees up under her chin, squatting, even standing on her hands, she allows me to take picture after picture as Sam looks on, approvingly. "I need to take some of you two together," I say, after little Opal has displayed her sweet little cunt in almost every imaginable pose. I take another series as they invent ever more original positions until, as I take a shot of them lying on the carpet entangled together, Sam says, "We should pretend to be lesbians like you and my mum. Kiss me, Opal." The little girl immediately presses her lips to Sam's and I can see some tongue action going on. They break apart and I tell them how exciting they looked. "Misty, I bet you kissed my mum's pussy earlier," says Sam with a wicked grin. "If we're gonna be real lesbians, Opal, I should kiss yours. Lie back and let me get between your legs." I watch with my heart in my mouth as Sam positions herself and buries her face between her friend's thighs. I don't think this is the first time she's done this as I can see her tongue sliding expertly up and down Opal's slit as her face breaks into an excited smile. "We're lesbians! We're lesbians!" Opal sings happily. "Let me lick you, Sam." They reverse positions and I click away with my phone, capturing it all. Opal's attack on Sam's pussy is just as enthusiastic as her partner's, her tongue working furiously to arouse Sam, whose hips are thrusting up to meet her. Opal finally comes up for air, her cheeks glistening with a mix of saliva and pussy juice. Sam's face and chest are flushed. "Bravo!" I cry. "That was magnificent! Come and look at what we've got." They sit either side of me again on the couch and we scroll through our new collection. It's the most extreme child pornography I've ever seen. The girls seem as thrilled as I am. "Let's download it on to the laptop," says Sam. "It's gonna look even better on a big screen. I've got a connector; back in a sec." She disappears and returns with it and I plug the phone into the computer. She's right, the picture definition is high enough to display the shots clearly and crisply on the bigger screen. Then I remember it's not my lap top; it's Charlotte's. "We've gotta delete these before your mum gets back," I say. "No way!" says Sam. "We can't let her see you doing all that naughty stuff, kissing each other's pussies and stuff. She'll report me to the police." "No she won't. When she took those pictures of me she said she wanted to take some of Opal too, but Opal wasn't around at the time. `I wanna see you and Opal doing naughty stuff,' she told me. She'll love these pics." My phone rings, interrupting the mood of excitement. It's Charlotte. I put the phone on "speaker". "I've met someone," she says, excitedly. "I won't be home until tomorrow. Can you stay the night?" Oh, what joy! "Not a problem," I say, sounding calmer than I feel. "The girls can sleep in my big bed and you can sleep in Sam's, unless, of course, the girls want you to sleep with them." My pulse picks up. "Do you trust me with them?" I ask, trying to sound less excited than I feel. She laughs. "No, not a bit, but I trust Sam. I'm sure you won't do anything that would upset them and Sam knows how to say `no'. She's a big girl now." "She showed me some pictures that you took of her." "The naked ones? She loves having her picture taken with nothing on. Don't tell anyone about those, though, because they amount to child porn. Isn't she fucking sexy?" "Utterly adorable. I took some pics of her myself. Little Opal, too." "Oh, I can't wait to see them." "They're a bit over the top. They put on a `pretend' lesbian show." "I don't know about Sam pretending. She's well on the way to being a full blown lez. Did Opal go along with it?" "With great enthusiasm." "Oh, my God, my knickers are getting wet thinking about it. I want to see the pictures the minute I get home tomorrow. Gotta run, my new friend's trying to eat my pussy. Say goodnight to the girls for me." She hangs up. "Yes, yes!" Sam gushes. "Sleep in Mum's big bed with us. Please, Misty." I fake reluctance, then surrender. "I think Sam's mum is gonna like those pictures of me," says Opal. "Oh, she will, she will," Sam assures her. "She likes little girls, naked little girls. She's gonna love you. You know what, Opal? When she gets home tomorrow, we could put on a lesbian show for her, you know, do all that stuff that we just did for Misty. I bet she'll want to lick you." "Has she ever licked you?" Opal asks. Sam hesitates. "You don't have to tell us if you don't want to," I say, reassuringly. "It's supposed to be a secret. She says she could go to jail if anyone found out." "I could go to jail just for taking those pics of you guys, so I'm definitely not gonna tell anyone." "Me, neither," says Opal. "When she tucks me in bed at night, she kisses me." "So what?" says Opal. "My mum kisses me." "But not all over. I don't imagine she kisses your nipples or your pussy, does she? She likes to get her tongue right inside me. It feels amazing! And just last week, she let me kiss hers." "Wow!" Opal says. I'm speechless. Charlotte is having sex with her own daughter! She's not just a lesbian, she's an incestuous paedophile. Phrased like that it sounds terrible, but I find the idea strangely thrilling. I try to picture it in my head and my pussy starts dripping. "We'd been watching porn on the internet and she got all worked up over a video of two women eating each other's pussies and she said she wanted to show me how good it felt, not just being licked, but actually doing it. `It's the most thrilling thing ever,' she said. So I did it. I got down between her legs and kissed her pussy all over and she showed me the best places to touch and the best way to make her happy. It was awesome! She was right. Doing it is just as good as having it done to you." "So that's why you were so good at licking Opal," I remark. "You've had practice." "I think Misty wants you to lick her," Opal says, perceptively. My heart seems to skip a beat. "Only if you really want to, Sam." She smiles at me and nods her head. "And I want to as well," says Opal. "Licking Sam was fun, but your pussy is much more interesting, Misty. It has more stuff." Lips and a clit, she means. "So who wants to go first?" "Me! Me!" they shout in unison. I must have died and gone to heaven. I have two delicious preteen Lolitas competing to eat my cunt. It can't get any better than this. "Sam, you can demonstrate for Opal, how to make a girl happy, okay? Then Opal can show me if she's learned the lesson." In a flash, Sam is on her knees between my thighs, furiously eating my dripping cunt, slurping my juices. I have the presence of mind to take a picture of her as she looks up at me, her eyes filled with adoration. Opal looks on, fascinated. "Kiss my tits, Opal," I command and she instantly latches on to my left nipple, teasing it with her tongue, then sucking on it hard. The combination of these two sexual attacks is too much for me and I cum like a fucking nuclear blast, exploding into smithereens which slowly coalesce and drift back down to earth. "I think she came," Sam says, lifting her head. Her face glistens with my juice. "My turn! My turn!" little Opal cries, pushing Sam out of the way and positioning herself to attack my cunt. I put my hands on the back of her head and pull her into me. Her tongue goes to work as Sam sits back, takes my phone from me and takes pictures from several angles. Charlotte's gonna see these pics, I think to myself. I'm gonna have to get some pics of Sam eating her mother's cunt, just to ensure that we're both hostage to each other. It isn't long before I cum again, and Opal sits back on her heels, a self satisfied grin on her face. "Now it's my turn," I say. "I'm gonna lick you two until you scream for mercy." They grin at me. "But let's do it upstairs on the big bed." __________________________________ I make them both cum. First I work on Sam and it's pretty easy. She cums within a couple of minutes, writhing and groaning like a porn star, but the real thrill for me is bringing little Opal to her first climax. She ends up wrapped in my arms, crying with happiness. We lie there in the afterglow of satisfying sex, three very happy girls. They have their heads on my chest and every now and then, one of them will absentmindedly tweak one of my nipples. "Tell me about your mum, Sam. When did she first start doing naughty things with you?' "From as early as I can remember. We've always bathed and showered together and she always washed my pussy, pushing her finger deep inside me. I don't ever remember having an intact hymen. And I don't think I ever stopped nursing on her tits." "I can't wait for your tits to grow, Sam," says Opal, "so I can suck on them." "Why wait?" says Sam. "Suck on `em right now." Opal crawls across my body and starts to attack her older friend, as I watch, utterly fascinated. _______________________________________ I'm awakened by the flash of a camera and Charlotte's voice cooing, "Oh, what a lovely tableau: A mature woman in my bed with my daughter and her friend, all without a stitch on! What could be more exciting?" I open my eyes to see her aiming her phone for a second picture, as the two girls slowly come awake. "Mummy!" Sam calls, sitting up. "Hold that pose!" Charlotte commands, and Sam freezes, her legs spread wide. My own legs are not exactly together either and Opal is curled on her side, her pussy and bum hole visible from below, as it were. The phone flashes again. "Three lovely pussies in one shot, oh, how delicious!" Charlotte breathes. "Take your clothes off and it'll be four," Sam says. Opal comes fully awake and when she's figured out what's going on, her face breaks out in a huge grin. She scrambles on to her knees at the end of the bed so she can watch Charlotte closely. She slowly undresses for us, teasing us as she lifts her dress higher and higher, exposing her stocking tops and then her knickers. The dress goes and then her slip. She pushes her knickers down until her cunt comes into view, at which point Sam grabs the phone and takes a nice close-up. Then the knickers and suspender belt are gone and Charlotte lifts one foot at a time on to the end of the bed to take her stockings off, showing off her pussy even better. We're transfixed. "Now," she says, unashamedly naked, "Who wants a kiss?" "Me!" we chorus. "Where?" she asks. "On my pee pee," says Sam. "Me, too," says Opal. "How about you, Misty?" "For the moment, I just wanna watch and take pictures. One of you can take care of me later." "Then I'm gonna kiss your cunt, Opal. I've wanted to do that for weeks. At last, my fantasy is gonna come true. Lie down on your back and spread those lovely slender thighs. That's perfect. Is this the first time you've had your cunt kissed?" "No," cries Sam. "We licked each other and Misty licked us too. She took pictures and we want you to see them." Charlotte's head goes down between Opal's thighs and I start taking pictures. "Opal really likes it," Sam continues. "She's getting quite good at it." "It's awesome, licking Sam's pee pee," says Opal. "It drives her crazy, like you're doing to me now." Then, to my utter delight, Sam pushes her mum on to her side and lifts her upper thigh up so she can get in there and do some licking of her own. I take a quick picture, then attack her sweet little cunt and before long, I can feel Opal's tongue expertly bringing me closer and closer to orgasm. There we are in a perfect love triangle, all of us slurping away until Charlotte suggests we all change ends so that everyone gets to lick everyone else. I lose count of their orgasms and even my own. When we're all thoroughly satisfied, we lie on our backs, our heads on the pillows. "I'm a fucking pervert," Charlotte says, "an incestuous paedophile, a molester of little girls including my own daughter and her best friend." "Nothing wrong with that," I tell her, "as long as they're willing." "We're willing!" cries Sam, "aren't we Opal?" "Willing and eager," she replies. "Molest us some more, please." "Yeah, you too, Misty, molest us both as much as you want." "Go ahead," says Charlotte, "my tongue is getting tired." "Whom do I lick fist?" I ask. "Me! Me!" The End.