Date: Tue, 13 Dec 2016 04:42:53 +0000 (UTC) From: twinkletwat.um@yahoo.com Subject: Two Little Girls and their Gym Teacher Two little girls and their gym teacher. by Misty Meadow. I'm picking my daughter Holly up from school and looking for a parking space when she comes hurtling out from the school gate and streaks across the road without looking. Horns honk and tires screech. She flings the car door open and leaps inside, excitement written all over her face. I'm about to start a lecture on pedestrian traffic safety when she bursts out, "Guess what! M & M were suspended today 'cos they were caught in a stall in the bathroom with no clothes on and a girl in the next stall heard them and they were saying all sorts of stuff about undressing and fingering each other and she reported them and . . ." All this comes out in one breath. She's refrerring to her two classmates Maia and Morgan, inseparable best friends. "Hold on," I say, pulling out into congested traffic. "Slow down. Start at the beginning and tell me what happened." "All I know is that this girl reported what she'd overheard and M & M were taken out of class and then we heard they'd been suspended. I haven't had a chance to talk to either of them yet." "Don't get too excited, Holly. To me it just sounds like two young girls having a bit of naughty fun in the bathroom. I did that sort of thing at your age. Don't make it a bigger thing than it already is." "But the whole school's taking about them! When they come back to school, everyone's gonna be laughing at them." "Except you." "Exactly! Except me. They're both my best friends and I feel so bad for them." "When we get home, you can call them. You can invite them to your birthday party on Saturday." "My birthday's not until next month." "So, we'll bring it forward, just to show them we appreciate them and we're still good friends. Who else do you wanna invite?" "Miss Lane." Oh, this is perfect! She's Holly's gymnastic coach and from what Holly tells me, she's probably gay and I'm guessing Holly has a crush on her. To be honest, I've been interested in Miss Lane for some time now, but never had a chance to talk to her for more than a few minutes. "Fine. We'll call her, too. Is it true what they say about her?" "Oh, yes, I'm pretty sure. She's always touching us, positioning our limbs and bodies correctly in the gym class. It all looks accidental, but she's brushed my crotch more than once. Oh, Mom, this is gonna be so cool!" _____________________________________________________________ Everyone hates paedophiles (well not me, I'm hardly in a position to). Most people think of paedophiles as dirty old men in raincoats who hang around outside the school gates with bags of candy in their hands, enticing young girls into their windowless vans and coercing them to have sex, and if the child is unwilling, violently force them to perform ugly acts of depravity. I don't think that's quite an accurate picture. Those creeps are the exception and yes, kids need to be protected from them, but there's a bigger picture. We shouldn't forget women paedophiles. Originally the word meant "lover of children", and in that sense, paedophilia's widespread, maybe universal, an admiralble condition, to be encouraged. But the word's taken on a sinister connotation, giving rise to images of molested youngsters, damaged for life, so now paedophilia comes somewhere between war crimes and genocide on the acceptability scale. Almost all little girls are cute in the way that puppy dogs and koala bears are cute which triggers in us a desire to protect them, hug them, kiss them, reassure them, tell them that they're beautiful and loved, rub their bellies and scratch their ears . . .sorry, that's puppies again. But sometimes the wires get crossed, and a child's cuteness, in addition to arousing protective instincts, arouses sexual urges. Maybe it's a kind of synesthesia, the blending of two senses, like people who hear colors and taste shapes. The sexual urge is perfectly fine as long as one doesn't act on it, but if the arousal is enough to overpower one's restraint then we have a problem. But there must be millions of men and women out there who see school letting out, with hordes of young teens and preteens streaming out of the school gates in their uniforms and white socks, and who sigh with longing, but never act on their feelings. Most of them would tell you that the thought of forcing themselves on a kid is horrifying and that all they want is to make a child happy. This might come across as the excuse of an accused offender, but what if it's true? What if there's a silent majority out there whose secret desire is to arouse children and who are never discovered? What if the number of underage boys and girls who have sex with an adult and enjoy it and thus never talk about it, is huge? There's no way to know. I'm not a paedophile exclusively. My brief marriage was disaster, even though the sex was hot. He was violent and I soon got rid of him and was lucky enough to keep custody of his kid, my darling Holly, now eleven years old. So, strictly speaking, she's my stepdaughter and I love her to bits. And I'm finished with men. My obsession with young girls started with little Vicky, a neighbour's kid whom I babysat when she was ten and I was thirteen. She seduced me, signalling her desire for intimacy by showing off her underwear in so many lewd ways, that she might as well have used semaphore. I took her into the bathroom and was only slightly surprised when she demanded that I get in the shower with her to "soap her back" and then insisted that I lather her all over, including the naughty bits. "Do it again!" she begged after I'd pushed my soapy finger inside her. Then she proceeded to wash my cunt in exactly the same way. She was the first girl to ever make me cum. Over the summer we repeated our adventure several times until, to my dismay, the family moved away. She was in tears when we finally said goodbye, and she never told anyone about how her hymen came to be ruptured. Kids have sex with kids. Didn't you? Does that make us all paedophiles? Remember the words of Juliette's father: " . . . she hath not yet reached her thirteenth birthday". Romeo couldn't have been much older, but you don't hear audiences at the Globe yelling, "Hey, Romeo, you fucking paedo! Get off the fucking stage!" Think about this for a moment. Is paedophilia now where homosexuality was a century ago, illegal, immoral, unnatural and deserving of the most exteme punishment? So, does the future hold a golden age in which having consentual sex with an underage person is considered perfectly normal, like gay marriage has become? __________________________________________________________ Holly and I went shopping in Oxford Street for a party dress for her. On the way home, on the tube, a woman sitting opposite was staring at Holly. Guessing why, I looked sideways at my daugher and sure enough, there she was, sprawled as usual with her legs carelessly spread. The had a delicous view up her dress. I wasn't suprised. Holly is an incurable exhibitionist. I was the same at her age so it doesn't bother me, in fact I feel a little thrill when She acts lewdly in front of strangers. Exiting the tube station, I mentioned it and we giggled together like two naughty little girls. We've settled on a simple black dress in a kind of whispy material which would be see-through were it not for the slip that lines it. It would be nice to see her in it without the slip. It's deliciously short, showing off her slender thighs and it flares out revealingly when she pirouettes. White ankle socks add a "little girl" touch. We also bought a pair of pink silk knickers, split down the front from waist to crotch and tied with a little bow. She looks adorable. Maia and Morgan arrive followed minutes later by Miss Lane who's dressed in white linen slacks and a cream silk blouse through which I can see a lacey camisole. She looks more attractive than I remember. "I'm Misty," I say, shaking her hand and eyeing her up and down, "we met at the PTA." "I remember. Call me Kelly. Hear that, girls? We're Kelly and Misty this afternoon. You can be formal on Monday, back at school. That's a nice dress, Holly." I know exactly what'll happen next. Holly pirouettes in a full circle, reverses and spins the other way. Her dress arcs out and reveals her naughty pink knickers beneath. "Oh, what gorgeous knickers," says her teacher, grinning. "Who gets to pull the little bow?" "That's up to Holly," I say. "What color knickers are you wearing, M & M?" Kelly asks Holly's friends. Without hesitation, they lift up the fronts of their sun dresses. Maia's are pale blue and Morgans are plain white cotton. My pulse quickens. When little girls lift their dresses, my knees go weak. "What about yours?" they ask us. It's a fair question. I lift up my skirt and show everyone my white nylon almost see-through knickers. Not to be outdone, Kelly unfastens her slacks at the side and lets them fall. She's wearing white silk tap pants with lace trimmed legs that match the lace on the camisole I can see through her blouse. She looks tastefully sexy. "I might as well leave them off," she says, folding her slacks over the back of a chair. We're getting off to a good start and we go into the living room. Presents are given and soon the girls are sitting on the floor surrounded by wrapping paper, oohing and aahing at the gifts, while Kelly and I sit on the couch. When three eleven year olds are squatting on the carpet preoccupied with something, you can be sure that you'll get to see plenty of underwear. "Aren't they just adorable!" Kelly breathes, staring at the display. When the gifts have be thoroughly inspected by all three girls, they dash upstairs to Holly's room and slam the door. "So tell me," I ask Kelly, "what was the suspension all about?" "M & M were fingering each other in the bathroom stall and were overheard. They were quoted as saying 'Oh, that feels nice' and 'Push it in further' and 'Pretend I'm a boy and kiss me'. I think they're no strangers to pussy touching." "Wow, they're only eleven." "When I was their age I was up to all sorts of naughty stuff, just like that. Weren't you?" "Well, I had a lot of sexual fantasies, but I never got to touching until I was thirteen." I tell her about little Vicky, the memory still fresh in my mind. "Oh, you bad girl!" she says, mockingly. "So you like young girls, too?" "Little girls, yes, but big girls as well." A gentle smile lights up her face. This might be the moment to make a move on her, but I hear the girls running down the stairs. Never mind, we can continue this conversation later. "Time to swim, guys," I call. "Last one in's a rotten egg." "We don't have our swim suits," Morgan protests. "We don't bother with swim suits in this house. We're gonna skinny dip." "Cool!" say Maia and Morgan in unison, their faces lighting up. The kids dash out across the patio to the pool in the middle of the lawn and Kelly and I follow at a more leisurely pace, wineglasses in our hands. We sit on the patio steps and watch the girls undress. I'd have liked to see them strip off slowly, one at a time, but in under five seconds, they're all naked, pulling their ankle socks off, leaving dresses and knickers scattered all over the lawn. They all jump into the pool, swim to the deep end and cluster in a group, laughing and giggling. I look at Kelly, stand, drop my short skirt and pull my cotton tank over my head. I wait for a beat, letting her look at me, then slide my nylon knickers down and step out of them. Her gaze is riveted on me. I watch her unbutton her blouse, take it off, and let the shoulder straps of her camisole fall from her shoulders. She pushes it down, together with her tap pants, in one smooth movement and steps out of them. Her pussy, like mine, is perfectly shaved. Her tits are small and perfectly shaped, with no need for a bra. She grins, saying, "There's not a pubic hair between the five of us." She takes me by the hand and together we jump into the pool. She does a few laps then we all gather in the middle of the pool. That's when the fun begins. The girls invent a game where they swim underwater between our legs as we stand facing each other. I feel arms and legs and hands brushing against my inner thighs and little thrills run through my body. We move farther apart with each pass until we're well spaced and the girls can no longer manage to stay under long enough. Then they go off to the deep end again and huddle, whispering to each other. Kelly and I stand in the shallow end and she hoists herself up on to the pool edge and sits, leaning back on her elbows, legs invitingly spread. I stand, waist deep, in front of her, as close as I dare, admiring her slender body. Whether deliberate or not, her pose is quite lewd. She sees me staring at her pussy with its big floppy lips and amazingly large clit. It must be almost half an inch long. I have an almost irresistible urge to press my face between her thighs, but manage to control myself. She lifts her heels and puts them on the drain that runs round the pool at the waterline and lets her legs fall open. "Do you like my cunt?" she asks, bluntly. Most girls would call it a pussy, but the word "cunt" has a nice crude ring to it. I lean in to inspect it more closely. "You have an amazing clit." She grins. "Wanna touch it?" I glance over my shoulder to where the girls are still huddled. "They might see." "I wouldn't worry about that. When I was doing laps, I could see that they were touching each other underwater. That's why they were giggling." "Wow! Really? My girl, too?" "All of them." I look again to see the girls preoccupied, and reach out with both hands to spread her lips, revealing a bright pink cavern. Then I take her clit between my forefinger and thumb and gently pinch it. She lets out a little gasp of pleasure. I look over my shoulder again and see Holly swimming towards me, so I let go and step back. "Mom!" she says, surfacing beside us. "Were you touching Miss Lane's . . .sorry . . . Kelly's cunt?" Her teacher doesn't seem shocked by Holly's use of the "C" word. I didge the question. M & M swim over to us. "I'm getting cold," I say, hoisting myself up on the edge and standing. All three girls stare up at us with expressions of . . . well not quite adoration, but certainly with interest. Kelly stands up and together we collect all the discarded garments from the grass. We go over to where the table and chaise lounges are, in the shade of a big tree. I put the dresses on the table and carefully fold Maia's pale blue knickers and Morgan's white ones, pressing them against my cheek. Kelly laughs. We start to dry ourselves with big bath towels. "So you appreciate knickers too, huh?" She picks up Holly's pink ones and holds them up. "Someone pulled the bow, look." The split front gapes wide, the two ribbons hanging down. "I wonder who it was." We sit and sip our wine until the girls climb out of the pool and I fold Holly in a towel and rub her body all over, pressing my hand between her legs. I no longer care if M & M see, we're all complicit. Kelly does the same, first with Morgan, then with Maia, her own hand lingering between the girls' thighs, until they step away and sit on their respective lounges. "So, girls," Kelly asks, "Who pulled the bow?" M & M look at each other, grinning. "We both did," says Maia. "We each took an end of the ribbon and slowly pulled it until the bow came undone and then we spread her knickers open and looked at her cunt." Is Holly blushing, or is it my imagination? "Oh, my God!" Kelly breathes. "That must've been so exciting. I wish I'd been there." "We could re-enact it." I can hardly believe I'm saying it. It's one thing to have my own preteen daughter fooling about with other kids, but Kelly is a grown woman, a lesbian to boot and I cold be starting something that might get out of hand. I expect Holly to be reluctant, a bit shy perhaps, but she eagerly agrees. I pick up her knickers and carefully tie the bow, making sure the two edges are firmly together, then hold them open for her to step into. She slowly pulls them up her thighs. "Let Kelly pull the bow," she says. "Maia, Morgan, you guys have had your turn." "Yeah," I agree. "Go for it, Kelly!" She drops to her knees in front of my daughter and we all stare as she slowly tugs on the bow. We watch breathlessly as the knot slowly comes undone and Kelly reaches with her fingers and spreads the gap wide, revealing my little girl's cunt in all its glory. Holly smiles at us, then as Kelly leans back out of the way, she spreads the gap even wider with her own fingertips, gazing down at herself, then just as we think we've seen it all, she spreads her cunt lips, deliberately displaying the pinkness inside. Kelly sits back on her heels transfixed. Holly looks up at her. "D'you like my cunt?" "Oh, my God, it's heavenly!" Kelly gasps, her face flushed with excitement. Holly steps over to me and I carefully re-tie the bow, closing the gates of heaven. "Always leave them wanting more," I whisper to her. "Jesus, I nearly came," Kelly murmurs to me. "It's no good denying it, I think your little girl's adorable." I lean in close and quietly ask, "Have you ever touched her in the gym class? No that I'm complaining, but you'd be taking a helluva risk." "Oh, the occasional accidental touch, nothing that could be construed as inappropriate." She keeps her voice low so the girls can't hear. "They don't mind?" "No. I think some of them have crushes on me." I feel a surge of jealousy. "Does Holly?" "If she wants to tell you, then she will." "If you ever think about retiring, let me know. I want your job." She laughs. I pick up Maia's blue knickers and hold them for her to step into, but Morgan gets there first. "Maia and I are gonna swap knickers," she says. "We are?" says Maia. "Okay, if you want to." I pull the knickers up Morgan's legs and then hold her knickers for Maia. She pulls them all the way up to form a distinctive camel toe. Then I take Kelly's silk tap pants and look at her. She reads my mind and nods. I pull them on. All four of them make appreciative noises. Kelly tells me I can keep her tap pants as a gift, then takes my knickers and dons them. "You're the only one wearing your own knickers," I say to Holly. She murmurs something which might be, "Not for long," then adds, "Let's go to my room." The girls run indoors and upstairs. "Let's go to my room," I say, echoing my daughter, taking Kelly's hand. Upstairs, Kelly takes me in her arms and kisses me, her tongue deep in my mouth. I melt, my knees feeling weak. She puts her hand down between my legs, pressing her fingers against the silk covering my cunt and rubbing up and down. "I love the feeling of smooth silk on my cunt," I tell her. "Let me feel your cunt." I don't wait for permission before putting my hand between her thighs and we both stand there, masturbating each other through our (or each other's) panties. Then Kelly slides hers off and falls back on the bed, her legs spread invitingly. I sit beside her. "Let's talk," I say. She looks disappointed for a second but then nods at me. "You like Holly, don't you?" "Isn't it obvious?" "What do you get up to during gym lessons?" "The best is before and after the lesson. I watch them changing, taking off their dresses and pulling their little knickers down. Holly is the best of all because she puts on a deliberate display for me, standing naked, letting me see her cunt, until she has to put her leotard on, and then after the lesson, I alway manage to be close to her when she takes it off and takes her sweet time getting dressed. She's always last to leave the changing room and I always hope for a few seconds alone with her but the next class always comes in before anything can happen." "So she does have a crush on you?" "Yes, but don't tell her I told you." Now I come to the crux of the matter. "If you were given a free hand, what would you like to do to my daughter?" Her face shows surprise, then lights up. "I'd do anything she'd want me to, anything that would make her happy. What's this leading to?" "Be specific. I wanna hear you say it." "Well, I'd kiss her on the lips and then her nipples and then all over her body." "Including her cunt?" "If she'd let me, yes. And maybe even rim her little brown rosebud." "Would you touch her?" "Oh, yes, I'd caress her from head to toe and yes, I'd finger her cunt, and maybe gently probe inside. I'd be watching her reaction and if she showed any reluctance, I'd immediately back off." "And what would you let her do to you?" "To me? Cuddle, kiss, squeeze my tits and nipples, finger my cunt, suck on my clit, anything at all. I'd tell her to do anything she wanted to, absolutely anything, however kinky." "You forgot one thing. You'd want to make her cum." "Is she old enough?" "I don't know. You'll have to find out." "So you're gonna let me . . ." Before she can finish, I interrupt. "There's one condition. First you have to let me suck on your gorgeous clit and make you cum." She holds her arms out invitingly, but I slide off the bed, kneel between her legs and pull her knickers off, burying my face in them and inhaling deeply. She puts her hands on the back of my head and pulls me into her. My lips press hard against hers then my tongue searches out her clit and fences with it for a few seconds, then I take it in my mouth and suck hard. It's like giving a blow job to a little dick. I suck in and out rapidly and hear her start to gasp and groan and feel her hips pushing up against me. I stretch my arms up to reach her tits, fondling them and pinching her nipples tightly. Her groans become little cries, then long hard moans until suddenly she screams, thrusting her hips high and clamping her thighs round my head. I give one last long suck, knowing she's cumming, and hold it in my mouth until I feel her relax. "Oh, Jesus fuck! Holy shit! You fucking gorgeous bitch, I' ve never cum that hard before. Now let me do it to you." "Oh, no," I say, wiping my wet face with the discarded panties. "Now you have to do it to Holly." Her flushed face lights up with joy. "Why are you doing this?" "I want Holly to be gay. I know I don't have any control over her sexual orientation, but it won't hurt if she knows the delights of gay sex. I'm putting her in your hands. I trust you, Kelly." I stand up. "I'm going to get her. I may be a few minutes. Leave this door open and just lie there, like that, legs nice and wide, hands behind your head, okay?" She nods. I take a last look at her, speadeagled on my bed, her swollen cunt lips dripping with juice. The smell of sex is overpowering. I leave and go out on to the landing. I knock on Holly's door. There's a pause, then the door opens a crack and Maia pokes her head round it. "Can I come in? I need to talk to you guys." There's another pause with some whispering and then she opens the door wide and I step in. Holly is lying on the bed, her panties still on, but with the bow untied and the front spread wide open. Morgan is sitting on the far side of her and Maia regains her seat on this side. "What were you guys doing to my daughter?" I ask giving them an encouraging smile. "They were feeling me all over," Holly says, grinning. "Who pulled the bow this time?" "We both did!" crowed M & M. "And I bet you touched her muffin, you bad, bad girls. I'm gonna have to spank you but not tonight. Next time you come over, I'm gonna take you both over my knee, lift your dresses, pull your knickers down and spank your bare bums." They giggle. "Promise?" they say. "She will," Holly says. "She does it to me. It's kinda fun." "Listen, my darling," I say, "Kelly is on my bed waiting for you. I know you like her." "We all do," says Morgan. Maia nods in agreement. "And she likes me," Holly says. "In the changing room when we have gym, she watches us getting dressed and undressed, so I give her a little encouragement." "A strip tease?" "Sort of." "Of course you do. That's who you are, you little tease." I lean over and tie the little pink bow. "Kelly can have the pleasure of pulling it again," I say. "Go to her, Holly. Let her be nice to you, my darling." She eagerly leaps off the bed and goes to the door. She turns and says, "Thank you, Mom." And then she's gone. I lie down in the space she vacated with the girls either side of me. "Now," I say, "You have to do to me all the things you were doing to Holly. It's a rule." They giggle. "Your knickers don't have a bow," Morgan observes. "Well, you'll just have to take them off, but first, give me your hand." I take her wrist and guide her hand down between my legs. "See how nice and smooth the silk is. Ooh, that feels nice!" "They're wet," she says, lifting her hand to her face and sniffing. "And they smell of sex." Maia takes the opportunity to put her own hand down there and caresses me through the wet silk. Then she boldly pulls one leg of the tap pants aside and gazes at my dripping wet cunt. "You have such big floppy lips, Misty. Are our cunts gonna be like that?" "Exactly." "Let's get a look," says Morgan, and I lift my hips as she tugs the panties down my legs, takes them off my feet and hold them up for inspection, then buries her face in them. I'm amazed that a little girl of eleven could be excited by knicker sniffing, but then again, these two little darlings seem to be quite precocious. "Did you kiss Holly's cunt?" I ask. "We were going to, but you interrupted us," says Maia. "Did she kiss yours?" "No," says Morgan. "We were too busy playing with the bow and just touching her cunt with our fingers. She really liked it. We wanted to save the kissing until she got really excited so that then she'd want to kiss ours." "Have you two kissed each other's muffins?" They laugh. "Of course. That's what all the fuss was about in the school bathroom. We were pretending to be lesbians, licking each other. It was so fun." "I think we are lesbians already," says Maia. "Cunts are so exciting." "What about tits? D'you like my tits? They're kinda small but they don't droop and I never need a bra. Look at my nipples, so nice and big. You can touch them if you like." In a flash, they're all over me, caressing my breasts, squeezing them gently, sucking and nibbling on my nipples and I lie back, drowning in pleasure. "Kelly has tits like mine," I say. "I imagine Holly's sucking on them right now." "Holly has a huge crush on Miss Lane," Morgan announces. "And Miss Lane has the hots for her," says Maia. "She always watches when Holly gets changed for gym. Her eyes practically pop out of her head." "Does she watch you guys, too?" "She watches everyone, but Holly's her favorite." I try to picture a whole class of eleven year old girls getting undressed, sliding their little knickers down before pulling on their leotards and creating perfect camel toes. I can feel my cunt dripping. "Now, girls, scoot down the bed and get a nice close look at my cunt and then you can pretend I'm Holly and do whatever you like to me." Grinning, they reposition themselve and then I feel little fingers touching me, exploring the folds of my cunt, parting my lips and probing inside. My excitement is building. This is the first time I've let my cunt be touched by a little girl since I was a teenager and now I have two of them. My inner paedophile is raging! "Who wants to make me cum?" "Me! Me!" they squeal. "Maia, you go first. Touch my clit. Oh my God, you're setting me on fire. Take it between you first finger and thumb and squeeze it. Now, kiss it! Oh, yes, do that with your tongue. Pheeew! I'm gonna explode! Put your lips round it and suck hard. Aaaagh, I'm gonna cum. Oh fuck, Maia, I'm cumming, I'm cumming!" My orgasm explodes, waves of delicious shock coursing through my whole body. Maia keep her lips on my clit, still happily sucking away until I relax and lift her head from between my legs. "Oh, my sweet darling, you made me cum. It was incredible. I was in heaven!" Morgan looks on, clearly jealous that her friend is getting all the attention. "Now it's your turn, Morgan. I want you to see how many fingers you can get inside me, okay?" I look down to see her push two, then three fingers into me, her palm uppermost. "Curl your fingers,"I say and she touches my G spot and I let out a gasp. I know I'm gonna cum again soon. Then she pushes the little finger in alongside the others, pushing her hand in and out and rotating it. Her whole hand is dripping with my cunt juice. "Fold your thumb into your palm and push your hand into me," I tell her. "My whole hand? Isn't it gonna hurt?" One of the endearing things about little girls is that their hands are so small. "No. Push as hard as you like. If a baby can come out of there, your hand will go in. Go on, push!" I'm so wet that no lubricant is needed. "Push harder!" Suddenly, her little hand slides right inside me up to her wrist. She gasps with astonishment and I groan with ecstacy. "Make a fist, Morgan, oh yes, that feels so good! Pump it in and out. Fuck me! Fuck me!" Maia's eyes are huge as she watches her friend's hand disappearing into my cunt, past the wrist, halfway up her arm. My orgasm builds again. "I'm gonna cum, my sweet darling, keep fucking me! Don't stop until I tell you." Once again, the wave of lust breaks over me, sending me into outer space, drowned in pure love for these two little angels. I let Morgan keep fist fucking me for the ten or fifteen seconds it takes for my orgasm to subside, then I tell her that it's over, she's sent me to heaven and now I'm exhausted. She gently pulls her hand out with a slurping noise and looks at it with awe, then looks disbelievingly at my cunt. I lie there, my stretched cunt gaping as they stare at it and I let them look, revelling in their attention. Morgan looks at Maia. "Wow, we both made her cum! How cool it that." "That's what I like about little girls, you have such small hands. Now it's time for you girls to cum. Will you do something for me? I wanna watch you lying head to toe, licking each other." Their faces light up and I move over to the edge of the bed to give them room. They lie end to end on their sides and lift their upper legs to provide access, then their heads are buried and I can see little tongues probing and licking, little fingers assisting and darling little cunts being assaulted and surrendering. I prop myself up on one elbow, gazing at them, realizing that yes, I'm gay, but now I've become a total paedophile, that from now on I'll always want my sex partners to be younger, certainly not older than early teens, perhaps, twelve, eleven, or even ten. How young will I go? I don't care how young, as long as she can be sexually aroused, I wanna be the one to teach her the thrills of girl sex. Then I think of Holly. The girls are to preoccupied with each other as I slide off the bed and slip out on to the landing. I quietly open my bedroom door and peer inside. My heart misses a beat! Holly has straddled Kelly's head, sitting on her face, her own body lying on that of her gym teacher, her fingers playing with her swollen cunt lips and enormous clit. From time to time, she lowers her head to lick the juice dripping down her perineum and suck on the engorged clit. My girl looks up and sees me. I don't see any shock or shame or embarrassment on her face, just perfect happiness. I put my finger to my lips to signal her to stay quiet and I sit on the side of the bed, careful not to transmit my presence to Kelly. I watch for a few minutes, feeling my excitement build, until Holly sits up and grins at me. I take her wrist, carefully move her hand away from Kelly's cunt and replace it with my own fingers. I use all my gay expertise to arouse my daughter's lover, exploring, stroking, pinching, probing, retreating and advancing, every thing I know to stimulate her. Kelly is grunting and groaning like a porn star, but I know she's not faking it. Suddenly her hips thrust upwards and I take my hand away and Holly immediately takes over, rubbing her fingertip round Kelly's huge swollen clit. She lets out a long high cry, then slumps, her body almost lifeless. Holly lifts herself off Kelly's face and rolls sideways, then swivels round to lie beside her, her head on her chest. "Jesus, Holly, you just made me cum!" Then she opens her eyes and sees me. "How long have you been there?" she asks. "Couple of minutes. Hope you don't mind. I just wanted to see how Holly was getting on." She laughs. "Holly was getting on just fine, the little sex fiend. She can't get enough of my cunt." Holly grins. "And you can't get enough of mine. She made me cum, Mom. She licked my cunt until I came, then licked it some more." She lifts her head and looks at Kelly adoringly. "I love you," she says. "I'm totally head over heels in love with you." Kelly hugs her. "And I love you too, my darling." "How are M & M doing?" Holly asks. "Lying head to tail, the last time I saw them, furiously eating each other's cunts. They've decided that they're lesbians already." "Me, too, Mom. I'm a fucking lesbian." There's a shit eating grin on her face. "From now on, I'm gonna lick every cunt I can get my hands on." "Including your Mom's" asks Kelly, archly. Holly hesitates. I help her out. "It would be a way of showing how much you love me." "But I love Kelly!" "I wouldn't be jealous,"says Kelly. "I can't be with you all the time, my sweet." I stand, then kneel back on the bed, swinging my leg over both of them, my cunt just inches from my daughter's face. "All you have to do is say 'no'." She gazes at my soaking wet cunt, inhales through her nose, then smiles at me. Her hands go on my hips and she pulls me down on to her darling angel face. The End eMail me at twinkletwat.um@yahoo.com Copyright © 2016 Misty Meadow. All Rights Reserved.