Date: Tue, 13 Aug 2019 11:53:05 -0700 From: Misty Meadow Subject: A Tale of Two Girls A tale of Two Girls by Misty Meadow "It was the best of times, it was the worst of times." I sit back and read what I've typed. I'm in my living room at my computer, writing a story. I erase it, because who am I to plagiarise the great Charles Dickens? I've written many stories, all short erotic fiction about young girls and their introduction to gay sexy. Yes, dear reader, I'm utterly gay, no interest in men at all. Dickens I am not and I'm having trouble with the plot; I don't have writer's block exactly, but after all the stuff I've written and published on the internet, it's not easy to think of new scenarios. I'm dressed in a short silk robe under which is a pair of sheer white nylon knickers and you can see my cunt through them. I take a break and as I go into the kitchen to take a can of pale ale from the fridge, I hear a tap on the window. My heart leaps; it's Joy, the girl who lives next door. She's climbed over my garden fence, quicker and easier than going round the front. I open my back door and look at her as the bright sunlight shines through her flimsy yellow cotton dress, making her pale blue knickers visible. They have white trim round the legs. Let me digress for a moment to tell you about how I feel towards her, indeed to all young girls. She's utterly adorable and I've fallen head over heels in love with her. The thing is, I'm terrified that if I reveal how I feel about her, it might freak her out and she won't come to my house anymore, so it's a case of "look but don't touch". Yes, it's painful, but isn't love always so? Since I moved into this house a month ago, I've lost interest in adult women, however gay and sexy they might be. In my twenty two years, I've loved lots of women, but none of them stole my heart the way this little darling has captured mine. She's only eleven. Yes, I know, I'm a freak, a paedo though, I hasten to add, not a child molester. I wouldn't dream of doing anything to a girl without her consent; I'd need her eager and willing co-operation before I'd so much as touch her. Not that I haven't had sexual encounters with little girls, but that was when I was a little girl myself. Even before I'd had my first period I'd kissed girls my own age and even progressed further, going so far as to pull their knickers down and touch their little pee-pees, as I called them back then. When I grew into my teen years, I had crushes on older women and morphed into a full blown lesbian, hungry to eat pussy, suck nipples, insert sex toys and . . . well, I don't have to tell you, do I? I open the back door. "Come on in," I say, "Coke or ice cream?" "I've just had lunch, so just a Coke, please." She steps into the kitchen and I pop open a can for her. "What are you doing?" she asks. "I'm writing a story," I say, leading her into my living room. "What about?" "It's about a little girl growing up and discovering that she has sexual feelings," I tell her. I'm taking a bit of a risk here; I don't ever tell people whom I know about my literary pretensions. "She's walking her dog in the woods and she meets another girl her own age and they kinda click." "How old is she?" "I haven't decided yet." Fucking liar, Misty, she's eleven and in my mind, the image of Joy herself. "Wanna help me write it?" "I'm not much of a writer. My English grade at school is not so good." "You don't have to be. Just tell me what happens and I'll handle the grammar and stuff." I sit at my computer and open the story file. She stands beside me, her hip pressing against my shoulder. For a second, I fantasise about putting my hand on her inner thigh and sliding it up to the crotch of her lovely blue knickers, but I push the thought out of my mind. "So they meet in the woods and then what?" she asks. "Let's see. They chat for a while and then they kiss." "Just like that? No, there has to be something that leads them to it. They wouldn't just kiss out of the blue. Anyway, what are their names?" "I'll decide that later; right now they're girl A and girl B. A is walking her dog. No, scratch that, she's looking for mushrooms to take home to her mum." "I thought mushrooms grew in fields," she points out. "The stuff you find in woods might be poisonous." "Okay, she's in a meadow at the edge of a wood. Girl B comes out of the wood and they meet. She's been bird watching. They have to converse for a bit. I'll work in some dialogue later but at some point, A tells B she's pretty and B returns the compliment, then they stand close, gazing into each other's eyes and eventually kiss." "If this is gonna get interesting, they should go into the wood where no one can see them." "Good idea. In the wood, they lean against a tree and kiss again. I'll put in some stuff about thrills running though their little bodies." "Little? So they're just kids?" "I suppose so." I decide to take a risk. "Your age would be okay, young enough to be innocent, but old enough to have sexual feelings. I had feelings long before I was your age." "Feelings for girls?" "Yes. I might as well come right out and say it. I'm gay." She smiles. "I'd kinda guessed it; I don't have a problem with gay girls. There are lots at my school." "So, eleven years old then, both of them." I type it in. Her phone rings and she pulls it from the pocket of her dress. "Hello . . . oh, awesome! I'll be right there." She hangs up. ""My cousin's arrived and she's gonna stay with me for the whole of the school holiday. I gotta run. `Bye, Misty." Fuck! It was just getting interesting. I finish my beer and go into the kitchen for another. The sink is full of dishes, so I wash them, giving me time to think out my plot, no, not the story, silly, my plot to seduce my darling Joy. I hope this cousin of hers isn't going to get in the way of my plans. My mind wanders as I think about what I'd like to do with Joy. Then I see both of them come past my window and I open the back door. "This is Lucy," Joy says. Wow, she's beautiful, just as pretty as the object of my desires. She wears a white sun dress, cut straight across the top, held up by spaghetti straps. "This is Misty." "You're beautiful," I breathe, "just as adorable as your cousin." Her blush sets my heart racing. I offer her a Coke. "Misty's writing a story and I'm helping her with it," Joy says proudly. "What about?" asks Lucy. "Two little girls who fall in love," says Joy. "With whom?" I notice the correctness of her grammar. Perhaps she can help with my writing. "Each other," I explain. "Oh, two lezzes, then?" "Yeah," says Joy, "two girls our age who . . . show her, Misty." I lead them into the living room and sit at my computer as they flank me, standing close. I read out what I've written. "So they're leaning against the tree, kissing and getting all excited," I finish. "That's as far as we've got. Where do we go from here?" "It's obvious," says Lucy. "They climb the tree. Little girls always climb trees so they can . . ." ". . . show off their knickers!" Joy cries, laughing. "Now we're getting somewhere," I say. "They haven't revealed it yet but they're both exhibitionists." "And voyeurs," adds Lucy. "They like to look." "Misty likes to look," Joy says. Huh? "Be honest, Misty, you try to look up my skirt every chance you get." She's crossed a line, but I don't mind. I've been wanting to communicate my gayness ever since I first met her and now we're getting somewhere. "So you're gay, then?" Lucy asks. "True," I confess. "Is that a problem?" "Why would it be?" Oh, this is perfect! I've come out to both of them and everything's progressing beautifully. They step away and sit on my couch. I'm hoping for an upskirt flash, but no luck. I turn back to the computer. "So they climb the tree, girl A first, followed by B who gets a magnificent view of A's knickers," I say, reading aloud as I type. "What colour?" asks Joy. "White," says Lucy, emphatically. "All underwear should be white, like these." She spreads her thighs, deliberately showing me her knickers. My delight must show on my face because Joy parts her own thighs, perhaps even wider than her cousin, showing her own underpants. "Mine are blue, I'm afraid." "That's okay," Lucy says, "we'll let you off this time, but next time . . ." I interrupt. "Next time I'm gonna have to put you across my knees, lift your dress, pull your blue knickers down and spank your bare bum." Lucy laughs and Joy smiles, thinking I'm joking. "What colour are you wearing, Misty?" I swivel my chair round to face them, stand and pull the belt of my robe open, spreading it wide. To any adult lesbian, I must look stunning, but how will these two preteens react? I needn't have worried. Their faces light up. I pause for a beat, letting them look at me, feeling little waves of lust course through me. "Oh my God!" Joy gasps. "We can see your . . ." She's not quite sure what to call it. ". . . cunt," says Lucy, a smug smile on her face. "That's a dirty word," Joy says. "I'm a dirty girl," Lucy counters. We all laugh, but I thrill at the sound of a little girl using adult language. I leave my robe open, sit down and turn back to the computer. "So there they are, up a tree, showing off their knickers." "How about this?" Lucy offers. "The girls are standing on different branches, B below A, holding on to the trunk and A squats, spreading her feet and bringing her knickers right in front of B's face." I type furiously. "And B kisses her knickers!" Joy cries, grinning. "Right on the crotch, right where her cunt is," says Lucy. My fingers fly over the keys. "Now we're getting somewhere," Joy says. "Have you ever kissed a girl's knickers, Misty?" I hesitate, then confess, "Lots of girls, especially when I was your age but when I got older, I'd just rip `em off and kiss her right on the . . ." Should I use the "C" word? ". . . cunt!" Lucy repeats. "It's what lesbians do," I say. "I know," says Lucy. "Can I have another Coke, please?" I stand, my robe still open and they look at my small, firm tits as I walk past them to the kitchen, returning to hand the can to her. Squatting down in front of them, I feel brazen enough to stare directly at their lewdly displayed knickers, my excitement building. "I could look at you both all day long," I tell them. "We're happy to let you look, aren't we, Joy? My Mum's always bitching about me sitting with me legs open, but I don't give a fuck. If I wanna show off my knickers, then I will." "Me too," Joy adds, not wishing to be left out of this rather odd conversation. Lucy seems to be more precocious than she, perhaps even bolder than I was at their age. I look up at Joy's face which bears a dazzling smile, but even her angelic beauty can't distract me from her knickers for very long, and l look back down again. All this while, they've not been shy about staring at my own transparent knickers. "Your cunt is different from ours," Lucy says. "You have big lips." "And a big clit," Joy notes. From my squatting position, I fall back on to my bum, propping myself up with my arms, my legs spread wide. "Take a good look, girls. The longer and harder you look at my cunt, the happier I am." This seems to trigger Lucy's next words. "Wanna see mine?" She hooks her fingers into the crotch of her knickers and pulls it to one side, revealing her prominent mound with its vertical slit. "Oh, it's adorable!" I gasp. "Look at mine, too," Joy cries, pulling her own knickers aside. "Both of you are so fucking sexy!" I can talk dirty, too. "We like your tits, Misty," Lucy says. "I hate big, floppy ones." Joy agrees. "Can I see yours?" I ask. "We don't have any," Joy moans. "Nevertheless . . ." "Of course you can," Lucy offers, letting go of the crotch of her knickers. I know from experience that if your legs are spread wide enough when you pull your crotch aside, it'll stay there when you let it go, and so it proves, as both girls lift their dresses up to display their chests. Joy is wrong, Lucy does have little titties that have just started to bud and her nipples are bigger than Joy's. I'm guessing she must be twelve. I can feel my cunt getting wet as I drink in this amazingly erotic sight, more thrilling than anything I've been imagining all week long. "Don't move girls," I cry, jumping to my feet. My robe falls off, but I don't care. I find my phone, aim at them and take a picture then show it to them. "Now that's naughty!" Joy says. "Naughty is good," Lucy adds. "Can we take pictures of you, Misty?" I nod my head and they take their phones from the pockets of their dresses. Posing, I stand with my feet spread, my fingers laced behind my head, my hips lewdly thrust forward. Their flashes go off and they show me the results. I have to admit I do look fucking sexy. "Take your dresses off so we're all in just our knickers," I suggest and they immediately comply. My heart is pounding as I gaze at their scantily clad slender bodies, two exotic little nymphets showing themselves off for me. "Let's get back to the story," Joy suggests. That's fine by me. It'll give me some time to work out where to go from here. I sit back on my office chair and they stand either side of me, re-adjusting their knickers. I connect my phone to my computer, download my picture, then do the same with theirs. We all look a lot sexier on the big screen. Back to work. "So there they are, up the tree and girl B is kissing A's knickers. What next? Do they swap places?" "No," says Joy. "That would be awkward. I think B should put her hand on A's crotch." "And pull them aside, like we did, to look at A's cunt," says Lucy. "How about this," I suggest. "One of the girls says she needs to pee, so they climb down and she lifts her dress up, spreads her feet and pees through her knickers." Joy laughs. I begin to type. "I did that once," Joy tells us, "a while back, but I wasn't in the woods." "Did anyone see you?" Lucy asks. "I was with another girl, in her garden. She's a year ahead of me and I had a bit of a crush on her. Even though she liked my little show, nothing ever came of it." I type away, the words flowing freely, reading aloud as I go. "Which girl pees?" Joy asks. "Both of them," Lucy suggests. "They pee, staring at each other's wet knickers, their dresses hoisted high up on their chests." "Showing off their tits," Joy says. "Their tiny preteen titlets," I correct her. "Remember they're only eleven. Now they're not gonna stand around in wet knickers, are they?" "So they take `em off!" Lucy cries, delighted. "They pull each other's knickers off and gaze at their cunts." My fingers blur as the screen fills with words. "You know what?" Lucy announces, "All this talk of pee makes me wanna go. Where's your bathroom, Misty?" Ah-ha, bold action is called for. "Who needs a bathroom? I have a nice, secluded garden where no one can see in, so why don't we go outside and let life reflect art." "And pee through our knickers!" Joy cries, her face alight. "Awesome!" Lucy agrees, grinning. "Go ahead, I'm gonna change mine," I tell them. "Why?" "'Cos cotton is better than nylon to pee through. Believe me, I know. It soaks up more pee and looks a lot sexier." I duck into my bedroom, rip my nylon knickers off and replace them with a pair of pink cotton briefs edged with white, grab my phone and run out to the garden where the girls stand, looking about. "See, no one can see us." My garden is surrounded by a hedge which is a little thin in places, so the possibility exists for some peeping Tom (or Tomasina) to spy on us and though I doubt that such a person exists, the faint chance that we're being overlooked adds excitement to our adventure. "Who wants to go first?" "You go, Lucy," Joy says. We stand in a little circle, a triangle really, and stare at Lucy as the crotch of her knickers becomes wet. My phone flashes every few seconds. When they're soaked, her pee falls down in a heavy stream on to the grass. Before she finishes, I tell her to stop. "Save the rest. I've had a naughty thought." Her pee shuts off. "My turn!" Joy calls, letting her own flow begin. Once again I call a halt before she's finished. I hand my phone to Lucy who aims it at me. "Now look,girls." I spread my feet and let it go. The pink cotton darkens as they soak up the initial offering, and my stream drips, then gushes from my crotch. The girl's eyes are popping out of their heads. When Lucy's taken several shots, I shut off my flow. We pause, gazing at each other, drinking in the sight of near naked bodies and wet knickers. "We're gonna have to wash them," I point out, pulling mine off. The girls follow suit, dropping them on to the grass. Again we pause to admire each other's body's, naked except for our sandals. "Oh, my God, you're both so fucking sexy!" I cry, hardly able to keep my hands off them. "We need clean knickers," Joy points out. "We can't go home without any." "Not a problem. I've got tons of knickers you can borrow. Let's go inside." They go into my bedroom while I nip into the bathroom for a towel so they we can wipe ourselves then, back in my room I empty my knicker drawer out on to the bed and let them select whatever they want. I'm a slim girl (five foot four if you're interested) so they're all going to fit. Joy selects a bright turquoise pair and Lucy opts for white of course and I find a pair of silk tap pants, that have very loose legs, so that if I sit carelessly, one might be able to see my cunt. "Back to the story," I say and we gather round my computer again. After I download all the pictures from our phones, I lean back and say, "Where were we?" "They'd just peed through their knickers and taken them off. They're looking at each other's cunts," says Joy. "We've got to get to where they kiss their cunts," Lucy says. "Hey, wait a minute -- how about this. We've been taking photos all the time so why don't we use them to illustrate the story. We can be girls A and B." Joy's face lights up. "Brilliant!" I declare, "but the site where I publish my stories doesn't accept pictures, just text and anyway, our pictures are actually child porn, so I'll have to go to the dark net to publish them." They look puzzled. "I'll explain later, but yes, this is a great idea. We can use the big tree in the corner of the garden. Get dressed, girls." As they don their dresses, I put on a white cotton singlet, pause briefly in front of the mirror to see how sexy I look (very) and run out to my garage to find a step ladder. Back in the garden I set it beside the tree. This will get them up to the lowest branches. "Who's A and who's B?" I ask. "You can be A," Lucy says, "because I wanna kiss your knickers." Oh, yes she's definitely in the spirit of things. Joy climbs the step ladder and swings herself on to the lowest branch and climbs a bit higher. She looks around. "Can you be seen?" I ask, anxiously. "No, not really. The trees are mostly blocking the view from my house." Mostly? There's still the faint chance of a peeper to spice things up. Lucy climbs up and stands on the lowest branch. I get my phone ready, standing right below them, looking up both their dresses. I take the first picture. "Now, squat, Joy." Which she does, her knickers exactly in line with Lucy's face. She tilts her head back and presses her lips to Joy's treasure. My flash goes off every second or so. "How was that?" Lucy asks, lifting her head away. "Fucking perfect," I assure her and to my excitement, she pulls Joy's knickers aside and kisses her directly on her cunt. "Oh, my God!" Joy gasps. "This feels so fucking amazing. Push your tongue, in, Luce. Lick my clit." "Spoken like a true lesbian," I mutter to myself, then add, "Let's get back to writing the story." They climb down from the tree and we look at the pictures I've taken. "You've left the ladder there, Misty," Joy points out. "There wouldn't be a stepladder conveniently left in a wood. We'll have to take the pictures again." "This time, I'll be girl A," Lucy says, running up the ladder, "then you can kiss my cunt, Joy." When they're both appropriately posed, I take the ladder away and start shooting again. Lucy goes into the squat and Joy presses her face into her crotch as they both hang on to the trunk with one hand. To my delight, she doesn't hesitate to pull Lucy's white knickers aside and kiss her bare cunt. I move about, shooting from different angles. I'll select the best pictures later. "I'm getting cramp in my thighs," Lucy complains. I put the ladder back in place and they both climb down, smoothing their rumpled dresses over their thighs. "These are awesome!" I say as we scroll through what has now become quite an album. "Okay, let's go back indoors and get on with the story." I collect the wet knickers and in the kitchen I toss them in the sink, for later rinsing. Back at the computer, I ask, "Where were we?" "They've just finished peeing and they're standing, looking at each other's cunts." "We need to get them out of the woods and into a bedroom where they can have proper sex," Lucy says, which is exactly what I want to do for real with these two darlings. "What about their wet knickers. What do they do with them?" "Wring them out and put them on, silly," Lucy says. "They'll smell." "But they won't care. There's no one there to smell them. It's a hot summer's day with lots of fresh air and they'll dry out really quick." I type some exposition into the computer. "Girl A should invite B to her house," Joy. "She has to take the mushrooms home to her mum and - " "- Mum's gay, too!" Lucy cries. "We can take more pictures and you can be mum, Misty. Oh this is perfect!" I'm inclined to agree. I type away, taking A and B home to A's house where A introduces B to her mother. "So how are we gonna get mum into the action?" Joy asks. "How about this?" Lucy offers. "Mum detects the aroma of dry pee and questions them and they confess to peeing through their knickers, but mum doesn't get angry. She finds it funny." "And a bit thrilling," Joy adds. That's my girl, I think, she's really into the swing of things. "I never finished peeing," Lucy interrupts. "I gotta go." "Me, too," says Joy. "And me, but wait a second. I want us all to get naked and we can pee together in the tub." They go upstairs to my bathroom while I run into the kitchen collect all the wet knickers and put them in the dryer, turning the heat up to full. Back upstairs, before the girls can take their dresses off, I tell them I want to take pictures as they undress each other. They each lift the dress off the other and turn to look at me as I take more pictures. "You, too, Mum," says Lucy. I love the idea of her calling me "Mum". "You're part of the story now." I stand there, my heart pounding as she takes my dress off. "Oh, those tap pants are so retro" she comments. "I like `em," Joy says. "But they've got to come off, Misty." I let her kneel and pull my tap pants down, then I continue recording the thrilling scene as they kneel as one at a time they take each other's knickers off. When they're naked, I step into the tub and sit on my bum. "Come on in and stand as close to me as you can." Lucy immediately understands where I'm going. A huge grin spreads across her face. "You want us to pee on you!" she crows. "You're into golden showers! Fucking awesome!" "Golden showers?" asks Joy, clearly not so well informed as her cousin. "Yeah, it's what lesbians do," Lucy explains. "Ugh!" "No, it's thrilling for them, Lucy explains. "They like it. It's supposed to be the most intimate thing two girls can do, even more than kissing cunts." "It's okay, Joy," I say. "I know it's a bit weird, but it's as though I'm saying you can do anything you want to me and I'll submit to it. Go ahead. Pee all over me!" Lucy steps behind me, leaving Joy to stand in front. They both push their hips forward, lean back and spread their cunt lips open with their fingers. Two pee streams hit me, one on the back of my head and my shoulders, the other on my up-turned face, running down over my tits and tummy. If I were with older girls, I'd be happy to drink it, but that might be a bit extreme for the girls. Joy is soon empty and she stands back, allowing Lucy to move in front of me and pee on my tits. I lean back, my knees spread and she gets the hint and pees directly on my cunt. The sharp aroma adds to my excitement. Lucy finishes and steps back. I look up at them, reveling in my "humiliation". "That was fucking awesome!" I tell them. Getting back up on my feet, I turn the water on, standing under the stream, rinsing my body. I hand a bottle of body-wash to Joy and they squirt it on each other and, giggling like the little schoolgirls that they are and soap each other's bodies. Joy immediately goes for Lucy's micro tits, tweaking her nipples and spreading suds all over them as Lucy's puts her hand down between her cousin's legs, soaping her sweet little cunt, as I sit on the edge of the tub, drinking it all in. My guts are churning with excitement, as all their inhibitions seem to have flown out of the window. To them, it seems like fun, but to me, it's the most arousing thing I've ever seen. Yesterday, I never could have dreamed that I'd find myself part of such an erotic scene, but here I am, my wildest fantasies coming true. I want to take pictures, but my hands are wet and anyway, I'm too immersed in the action to bother about pictures. Never mind, there'll be other opportunities. "Your turn, Misty," Joy says and I step under the hot water. Lucy is behind me, soaping my shoulders, then her hands come round my body until her palms are on my tits which to be honest, are not much bigger than hers. Joy puts her hand between my legs, rubbing her palm on my pubis. "Why do you shave, Misty?" she asks. "Sometimes I look at myself, naked in the mirror and think I look like a little girl, almost at the point of puberty." "And you pretend to be our age?" Lucy asks. How perceptive she is! "Yes. Preteen girls are so sexy. I get off on myself." They giggle. "It's time you shaved again," Joy comments. "You're a bit stubbly." Lucy abandons my tits and slides her hands down my tummy, pushing Joy's hand away. I feel two fingers push into my cunt and my knees go weak. Joy stands back and gazes down at the action, her eyes huge. The combination of her gaze and Lucy's fingers immediately make me cum, my orgasm exploding through my body and my knees buckle. Lucy holds me by the waist to prevent me from falling. "Are you okay?" she asks, anxiously. "You just made me cum!" I croak, then straighten up, stepping away from them and sitting back down on the edge of the tub to try to get my breath back. "My God, I've never cum that fast in my life. You guys are driving me fucking crazy!" "You had an orgasm?" Joy asks, incredulous. "What's it like?" "Indescribably wonderful, but you'll just have to wait and see for yourself." They look at each other, eyes filled with wonder. "I've never had an orgasm," Joy admits. "What about you?" Lucy answers, "When I touch myself in bed at night, I get these little waves of excitement down there. I call it `making my cunt happy'." Joy giggles. "It's called masturbation," I tell them. "All girls do it, even if they tell you they don't. I do it, every night, and sometimes during the day. I pull up pictures of naked girls and lesbian couples from the internet and finger my cunt until I cum." Wow, I've surprised myself! I never imagined I'd ever tell two preteens that I frig off to internet porn. I wonder if Joy is going to confess to masturbating (at her age I'd been doing it for a long time), but she stays silent. We climb out of the tub and towel each other off, our hands lingering in naughty places. "Are we gonna finish the story?" Lucy asks. "Maybe later. Let's go into my bedroom." The follow me, happily. I lie down on my back on my bed, my legs parted invitingly. "There's an electric razor in the drawer of the bedside table. You can shave me." "Let me!" Joy demands. "No, me!" "You can take turns. You go first, Joy." She runs the razor all over my mound, covering my lips and clit with her other hand and her touch is making me wet. "My turn," Lucy says, grabbing the razor from her cousin. When I'm completely smooth, they run their hands over my mound. "Like a baby's bum," Joy comments. The feel of their fingers on my cunt is driving me to new heights of ecstasy. They sit back and look at me, lying there, utterly vulnerable, available and totally aroused. "Jesus," I mutter, "I LOVE showing off my cunt to little girls. You're making me the happiest woman in the world. Yes, just keep looking at me like that." They are truly fascinated by the sight of my floppy cunt lips and my swelling clit. "Is this how the story is gonna go?" Lucy asks. "Are the two girls gonna have sex with girl A's mother?" "Mothers don't have sex with their kids," says Lucy, "not even gay ones." "On the contrary, I get lots of emails from readers of my stories and a surprisingly large number of them profess to at least lusting after their little girls, and many of them confess that, yes, they've taught them to enjoy full blown sex." Joy looks astonished, but Lucy smiles. "I've seen mum/daughter action on the internet, but maybe they weren't really related." "If they're not, we can pretend they are," I answer. "So, how do we get our girls from meeting mum to . . . whatever?" Joy asks. "Art is imitating life," I tell her. "We'll just write what happened with us in the bathroom." "And also write what's about to happen now," Joy says, archly. "Which is?" Lucy asks. "This." Joy lies face down on the bed, her head between my thighs and presses her lips to my cunt. I almost explode right there and then. Until now, Lucy has been the most forward of the two, but now Joy seems to have surpassed her. Lucy looks on, an expression of pure lust on her face. "Oh, I wanted to be the first to lick you cunt, Misty, but it's okay, Lucy, you go ahead and drive Misty out of her mind." Lucy is doing a pretty good job of it. I float on a sea of lust, letting her tongue bring me close to cumming, then push her away. "Lucy's turn, now." Joy's mouth is quickly replaced by her cousin's, who shows surprising expertise at eating pussy. She must've picked up ideas from the internet. Two minutes later, I cum again, letting out a huge whoosh of air and I pull Lucy's head hard against my crotch, squeezing it between my thighs. Joy's face is a picture of excitement. I relax, still on my back, letting them both run their hands all over my body, from shoulders to knees, feather like touches that speak of their love for me. I drift off to sleep. When I wake, they're gone so I go downstairs, calling their names. "We're in here, Misty." Lucy is sitting at the computer, typing. "I'm updating the story," she explains. Joy looks over her shoulder. "I think that mum should, at some point, take their knickers down and spank their bums," she says. "I'll figure out a way to work it into the story," Lucy replies. "And she should definitely lick their cunts and we never gave girls A and B names," she points out. I pause. "How about girl A is called Joy and girl B is called Lucy?" I suggest. They laugh. "Perfect!" Lucy exclaims. "And their mum is called Misty," Joy adds. Lucy types as fast as she can with two fingers until Joy's phone rings. She answers, then hangs up. "It's my mum. It's dinner time." How the time has flown! "We gotta go," she adds. My heart sinks, but then there's always tomorrow. They dress in their own knickers, hot from the dryer, don their dresses, kiss me on the lips and reluctantly leave. I sit at the computer and look at what she's written. It's a bit clunky and badly misspelt, so I erase it. Tomorrow we can let art imitate life again in any way we want. I start typing. We're going to need some art for our lives to imitate. The words stream on to the screen. "Misty asked Lucy to lie across her knees and told Joy to lift up her dress and pull her the girl's knickers down. She gazed at her daughter's bare buttocks and ran her hand over the cheeks, letting her fingers slip between her niece's thighs, her fingertips caressing that sweet little slit that is the centre of a girl's world. Lucy shivered with delight. Then Misty delivered eight gentle spanks while the girl moaned in pretence. She leaned forward and placed a kiss on the pink flesh of her cheeks. Lucy rolled, her back arched as her body drooped on either side of her aunt's thighs. They both gazed at her cunt, displayed so shamelessly for them. `My turn now,' Joy demanded. Misty's mind was in a whirl as she contemplated molesting her own daughter, willing though she obviously was. Could she do it, she wondered? To be honest, she simply couldn't help herself. Lucy slid to the floor, her knickers round her knees, her legs spread wide, her moist cunt in full view for them. `Spank me, Mummy!' Joy demanded, lying face down across her thighs. Misty slid her daughter's dress up high above her waist and dragged her knickers down to her knees. Running her hand over those lovely soft globes, she felt her heart bursting with love. She delivered the slaps softly and lovingly and Joy sighed with happiness. Just as she had with her niece, she caressed her daughter's cheeks but this time, her hand lingered between the girl's legs and she pressed a finger deep into her. Joy sighed with, well, joy. Lucy sat up, staring at this thrilling, incestuous, utterly depraved expression of love." Enough for the moment; I'll work on it some more before the girls come over tomorrow. Not Charles Dickens, perhaps, but it works for me. This has really been the best of times. The end. Find lots more of my stories at nifty.org, click on "authors".