Date: Sat, 24 Aug 2019 01:36:30 -0700 From: Misty Meadow Subject: The Making of Lesbian The Making of a Lesbian by Misty Meadow Last week I ran into an old flame of mine, Carrie, in the check-out at the supermarket. "Carrie! It's been - what - five years?" "Six. You're looking good." "You, too. Shall we get a cup of coffee and catch up?" "Let's go to the pub and have a beer or two." "Suits me." Over a couple of half pints of bitter, we exchanged news. "I heard you adopted a kid," I said. "Yeah, an adorable little girl. She's eleven now. Wanna see a picture?" Her phone showed a picture of the girl in the bottom half of a bikini (or were they knickers?), her chest flat and her hips like those of a young boy. But it was her face that floored me. I've seen lots of beautiful children and pictures of even more and my standard of beauty is pretty high, but this girl would take any prize in any competition. She was simply stunning! "This is Hunter." "She's beautiful!" I gushed, careful not to reveal my intense excitement. "Wanna meet her? She'll be home from school soon." "There's nothing I'd like more," I said, with utmost sincerity. ___________________________________ Before Hunter arrived, Carrie took me on a quick tour of her house, and then we went out into her back garden which boasted a swimming pool. In the summer heat, it looked inviting. Then her daughter appeared. If she looked beautiful in the picture, it was nothing to what I now saw, a perfect little angel with big, blue eyes and a rosebud mouth that begged to be kissed. Beneath her school uniform, tartan skirt and white blouse with white ankle socks, her body seemed to be all that her picture had promised. Her smile was dazzling. She threw herself into her mother's arms, wrapping her legs round her waist. Not many girls of her age exhibit that degree of affection for their mothers. I felt a stab of jealousy. Carrie introduced us and when the girl took my hand, it felt like an electric shock. "I wanna go for a swim," Hunter said. "Will you join us, Misty?" "I don't have my swim suit with me." "We don't bother with swim suits in this house, Silly," said Carrie, "we just skinny dip. Hunter likes to be naked." "So do you, Mummy." "Me too, I suppose," I offered. "So let's strip off and jump in." "Not so fast," I interject. "Problem?" asked Carrie. "Remember back when we were together and we used to slowly undress each other? That was always so thrilling." Hunter stared at us, her eyes big. "Yeah," Carrie answered, "but we're not lovers any longer." Hunter's face lit up. "You were lovers? Awesome!" Then she said something astounding. "Mummy and I sometimes undress each other." "Really?" I asked, my eyebrows raised, my pulse quickening. "My darling little girl likes to play games," Carrie said. "Naughty games," Hunter added. "She's inordinately fond of my titties, aren't you, my love?" "They're gorgeous. I can't wait to grow boobs like yours Mummy." "Not so fast, Sweetheart, I like you just as you are, a little girl. Misty likes little girls, too." "What makes you say that?" I said, my defenses up. "From the moment you first saw her picture, you haven't been able to take your eyes off her. You're obviously love-struck. Your eyes are popping out of your head and Hunter is still fully dressed." "Is it that obvious?" "It is. Don't worry, I'm not gonna tell anyone; they might discover my own obsession with children." "You, too?" I said, amazed. "You didn't know, did you? Years ago, when we were an item, I wasn't particularly into kids, but lately I find that the sight of a naked young eleven year old to be particularly thrilling!" Hunter had a shit-eating grin on her face. "Mum says I've awakened her inner paedophile." "And you've wakened Misty's, it seems," her mother countered. I stayed silent, unable to deny it. Three chaise lounges and a table were scattered underneath a big umbrella and Hunter sat on one of them. I took up a position exactly opposite her and, sure enough, just as I'd hoped, I was able to get a nice look up her skirt to see her blinding white cotton knickers. She clearly knew what I was doing and made no effort to close her legs. Carrie looked at me, aware of what I was looking at. And it soon got better. Hunter took her sneakers off, lifting one leg at a time, improving the view immensely. Then she lay back on the lounge, her knees bent and splayed out sideways in a perfectly lewd and deliberate display of her knickers. Carrie sat beside her, grinning. "Who's gonna undress me, then?" she asked. "Me! Me!" Hunter cried, sitting up and lifting Carrie's singlet over her head, exposing her small, firm breasts with their enormous nipples, titties that I'd once known so well. I could feel my knickers getting wet. Carrie lay back and lifted her hips as Hunter unzipped her shorts and pulled them down. Beneath them she wore a pair of white, nylon sheer briefs through which I could see her pussy, her amazing cunt, with its big floppy lips and outrageously huge half inch clit, where years ago I loved to bury my face. Carrie, seeing my gaze, parted her legs to give me a better view. "Do my titties, my darling," Carrie murmured and to my astonishment and delight, Hunter placed on palm on Carrie's left tit and began to tweak her nipple between thumb and forefinger. Carrie sighed with contentment. "Kiss them!" she demanded. Hunter leaned in and kissed her right nipple, then gently nibbled on it with her teeth until she finally sucked it into her mouth and began nursing like a babe-in-arms. "God, I love it when you do that!" Carrie groaned. My heart was racing and my knickers were getting soaked. "Let Misty undress you," Carrie said. "Just keep on sucking my tits, Pumpkin. She can work round you." Hunter's head nodded in acquiescence. I knelt at her feet and took her ankle socks off which enabled me to get a nice close up look at the crotch of her knickers. I could see they were damp. The she lifted her hips to let me slide her skirt off. I reached over and was able to unbutton her blouse and take if off her. For the first time I could see her perfectly flat chest and saw that her armpits were devoid of hair. Despite her promiscuous behaviour, she was still a little girl. Wearing just her white knickers, she touched my soul. Carrie sat up, pushed Hunter on to her back and started running her hands all over the girl's body and thighs, her fingertips briefly brushing her mound over her knickers. So Carrie really was just like me, aroused by preteen girls and I felt a warm glow of affection for her as we were now co-conspirators in a crime. "Take my knickers off, Mummy," Hunter murmured. My heart raced! "I think Misty would like to take them off." Holy shit, here she was, inviting me to strip her daughter. Before she could change her mind I was back down on my knees between Hunter's feet, tugging at her knickers as she obligingly lifted her hips for me. Her sweet little cunt came into view, her prominent mound bisected by the vertical slit of her cunt. I left her knickers down at mid thigh and gazed at her treasure. In itself, it was nothing remarkable but it was her flaunting of it that was so thrilling. Her knickers prevented her from spreading her legs wide so I pulled them all the way down and tossed them aside. Carrie caught them in mid air, held them to her face and inhaled deeply. Hunter laughed and spread her thighs wide in a deliberate display for me. Carrie went back to stroking Hunter's body with her fingertips, circling her tiny nipples, then travelling downwards to gently stroke the little girl's mound, pressing her middle finger gently into her. "Do you like my cunt?" Hunter asked me, coquettishly. "It's adorable!" I assured her. Carrie obligingly spread her daughter's cunt lips apart with her fingers, showing me the pink cavern inside. "Mummy likes it," Hunter continued. Obviously! "Her cunt is nice, too. Here, take a look." She hooked her fingers into the crotch of her mother's knickers and pulled them to one side, revealing her cunt with its lovely lips and clit. Although years ago I'd seen it many times and had frequently licked her to orgasm, didn't detract from the thrill I got from just looking at it. Carrie had a dreamy expression of bliss on her face. I recalled that back in the day, she'd been quite an exhibitionist, proudly showing off her cunt to anyone who cared to look. I had a sudden urge to show off my own. "Who's gonna undress me?" I asked. "Hunter is," Carrie said, firmly. The girl let go of her mummy's knickers, but they remained bunched to one side leaving her cunt in full view. Hunter and I stood facing each other and she lifted up the front of my dress and stared at my knickers, white cotton like her own. "I love white knickers," Carrie offered. Hunter lifted my dress over my head revealing that I had no bra. My tits are so small a bra would be a waste of time. "Oh, they're beautiful! Just like Mummy's." "Kiss them!" Carrie demanded. Hunter leaned in and took one of my nipples in her mouth and sucked hard. I became instantly totally aroused. I could feel my face was flushed. Then Hunter sat back on her heels and slowly dragged my knickers down to my ankles. I stepped out of them and spread my feet wide, letting her look at my treasure. Waves of lust swept through my body as she gazed at my dripping wet cunt. I'd never exposed myself in this was to a child before and I was amazed at how excited I'd become. I felt like I was having a heart attack. Hunter's gaze felt like fire on my private parts. I could feel my cunt juice start to trickle down my thigh. Hunter sat down beside Carrie and leaned back, thighs invitingly spread. I dropped to my knees again and pulled Carrie's knickers off. "Now we're all naked!" Hunter cried. "Isn't this awesome?" Never in my life had I ever become so aroused in such a short time. I could feel my orgasm building though nothing was touching my body except the breeze and the gaze of two very sexy naked females. Now, not only was my inner paedo awake, but my exhibitionist penchant had asserted itself. I lay back on a lounge and lifted my knees up to my chest, letting them gaze at my cunt and my bum hole. Hunter sat close to me, staring hard the whole time. She reached out her hand as though to touch my cunt and hesitated. "Go on," said Carrie. "Touch her pussy, Sweetpea." The girl's fingers brushed against my cunt lips. I don't know whether it was her touch or her mother's incredible invitation that sent me over the top, but my orgasm broke over me like a wave. I thrust my hips up, grabbed Hunter's wrist and pushed her fingers into me. I could hear someone groaning and realised that it was me. Hunter was staring into my eyes and thrusting her fingers in and out. It wasn't the biggest orgasm I'd ever had, but it was the most unexpected. After a few seconds I let out a long sigh and relaxed. "You made me cum, you sexy little . . ." ". . . Slut?" Hunter offered with a grin. "Yeah," said Carrie, "she's a dirty little slut." I started to protest, but Hunter assured me that Hunter loved being called a slut. "If sluts like having sex, then I'm a slut," she said. "Did I really make you cum?" "You did, absolutely!" "Misty always was a push over," said Carrie. "You can make her cum by just looking at her." "At her cunt, you mean?" "Yeah, cunt, tits, arsehole, everything, right, Misty? "Let's swim," I said. I wanted to cool off so that I could mentally process the amazing scenario I'd got myself into. In seconds we were all in the pool. I stood chest deep, next to Hunter as Carrie began swimming laps. "I'm gonna pee," Hunter said. "Do you ever pee in the pool?" "Yeah, the pool, shower and sometimes I deliberately pee in my knickers." "Oh, that's so naughty," "I'd do it with my friends like if we were out walking in the woods or something. I used to do that a lot when I was a kid." "I'm peeing now!" She took my wrist and placed my hand between her legs. Her pee felt almost hot on my hand. "This is exciting!" I said. "I'm gonna pee too. Give me your hand." I placed it between my own legs and let my bladder go. The beer from earlier flowed over her hand and I could see the delight on her face. "What are you guys doing?" Carried asked as she swam over to us. "Feeling each other's cunts while we pee," Hunter said. "Naughty girl!" said Carrie, grinning. "You like it when I'm naughty." I our pee streams ended and we took our hands away. "I'm peeing!" Carrie announced and Hunter immediately put her hand between her legs. "We like pee-pee games, don't we, my darling?" Carrie said. "Mummy lets me pee on her in the shower." Oh, my god! I had a vision of Carrie squatting in the shower as Hunter straddled her, peeing on her face. Did Carrie drink it? I hoped so. I would; wouldn't you? Hunter took her hand from between her mother's legs and jumped up to sit on the edge of the pool with her feet on the drain that ran round the edge at water level. She leaned back, propping herself up with her arms behind her and spread her legs as wide as they'd go. Carrie and I moved closer and stood in front of her with our arms round each other's shoulders. "Oh, my God, look at her!" Carrie cried. "Look at how she's showing off her delicious little cunt! Oh, I could just stand here and look at it all day long." "And I'd be happy to let you look, both of you." Hunter's face bore an excited smile. "She's picked up my exhibitionist streak," Carrie said. "I think I'm falling in love," I confessed. "Then you should kiss her. Go on, Misty, kiss my little girl's cunt and send her to heaven." Now it was out in the open. Carrie clearly wanted me to have gay sex with her daughter. "Are you sure?" I asked her. "Right now there's nothing I want more than to see you eating my darling daughter's sweet little cunt. I want you to bury your face between her legs, give her a good licking and drive her fucking crazy." Hunter was still smiling, invitingly. Carrie had her hand down between her own legs, fingering herself underwater. There was no way I could refuse an invitation like that, even if I'd wanted to. I stepped up between Hunters thighs, leaned in and pressed my lips to her cunt. I heard her gasp. "Oh, fuck me, I'm in heaven!" Carrie groaned. So was I! I'd never even touched the private parts of a child before and my whole body was alight with lust for this darling little angel. I probed with my tongue and began to lick between her lips, from bottom to top, up and down, hearing Hunters breath quicken. "Does that feel good, Hunter?" Carrie asked, somewhat unnecessarily. "Mmmmm," she hummed, speechless, then her hips began to thrust upwards, her hand on the back of my head, pulling me into her. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" she cried, her excitement mounting. "I love it when my kid talks dirty," Carrie said. "Put your fingers in her. Go on, do it!" I inserted two fingers into her, palm up and crooked them to touch her G spot. Hunter writhed in ecstasy. I pulled my fingers out and was about to put them in my mouth to taste her juices when Carrie grabbed my wrist and lifted my hand to her own mouth and sucked on my fingers. "Oh, Hunter my darling, your cunt tastes so fucking good!" "You always say that, Mummy." I put my fingers back into her, swirled them around and withdrew them. Again, Carrie intercepted my hand. "Let Hunter taste them. She loves the taste of cunt." Hunter quite eagerly took hold of my fingers and sucked on them. "Fuckin' awesome!" she pronounced, licking her lips. I went back to licking her cunt, probing with my tongue to taste her cunt juice, then I found her tiny bud of a clit, pursed my lips and sucked on it. She let out a high pitched screech, almost above the range of my hearing. "I'm cumming! Oh, shit, I'm cumming. Oooooh! Pheeew!" She fell on to her back, gasping for breath. "You made her cum, Misty!" Carrie breathed, clearly impressed. As for me, I was more than impressed. I was head over heels in love with this darling, little angel, astonished and delighted by her promiscuity, much hotter than I was at her age (I used to be about as horny as a preteen can get which might be more than you think). "Was that your first orgasm?" I asked her. "Fuck, no. Mummy makes me cum all the time, don't you?" Carrie smirked in self satisfaction. "Do you make Mummy cum?" "You fucking bet!" Carried answered for her. "She makes herself cum, too." "Yes," Hunter offered eagerly, "I masturbate." "And she lets me watch. You've no idea how turned on I get watching my darling little daughter finger herself until she cums. I can almost cum hands off while watching her." I climbed out of the pool and stood over Hunter who was still lying on her back. She gazed up between my legs at my cunt, which tingled with delight at being looked at. "Any pee left?" she asked, hopefully. "I bit, I think. Let me try." I relaxed, knowing that to force it would be counterproductive and let my stream flow and slightly less than a cup full fell on to her smiling face. She opened her mouth to catch as much as she could and when I was empty I had the incredible thrill of seeing her swallow. "Bravo!" I cried (or should it have been "brava"? She's a girl). "You drank it!" Carrie cried in surprise. "You never drink mine." "I always thought it would taste nasty, but now I'm so much in love with Misty that I'll do anything to please her." Oh, my God, did she just say she loved me? "To be honest, it didn't taste all that bad. I could get to like it. I'll swallow your pee next time, Mummy." My heart swelled. My whole future suddenly looked a lot brighter. Then, unexpectedly, she added, "Would you like to watch me masturbate, Misty?" Oh, my God! There was nothing in the whole world that I'd like more. "Not here," Carrie said. "I think we'd be more comfortable in my big bed. Let's go indoors." We gathered up our clothes. Carrie found Hunter's knickers and held them up to her face again. "They're wet," she said. You were excited, weren't you, my darling?" Hunter nodded. Carrie pressed the knickers against my face. "Inhale, Misty. Smell my little girl's hot cunt." I did, loving the sharp, acrid aroma of sex. "Try them on," Carrie urged me. "You used to love wearing my knickers." I pulled them up my legs and although they were a bit stretched, they fit me quite comfortably and I was able to enjoy the thought of having my cunt where Hunter's had been moments earlier. I pressed the damp cotton into my cunt, adding my own juices and aroma to them. "Then I'll wear yours," Hunter said, pulling my knickers up her legs. "Me, I'm gonna stay naked," Carrie said. "I don't like hiding my cunt when I'm alone with two almost naked girls." "We won't be wearing knickers for much longer," Hunter declared. "Come on upstairs," Carrie urged. __________________________ In her bedroom, Carrie showed some pictures on her laptop of Hunter in various stages of undress and naked. "Take some more, Mummy." "Okay, I want you both to pose in the most . . .: ". . . Dirtiest way possible. I know what to do, Mummy." The next ten minutes where devoted to the recording of our antics as we posed in a variety of positions, standing, kneeling, squatting, lying down, in every case displaying our cunts to the camera in the lewdest ways we could conjure up. Cassie took pictures of us singly, then together as we pulled each other's (actually our own) knickers down, sniffing at them hungrily. Then we sat side by side on the bed, our legs widely spread, offering ourselves to the camera. I tried to picture some of the girls who'd be looking at these pictures, a bunch of kiddy-loving paedos, but then the legality of what we were doing came home to me and I concentrated on just being as sexy as I could for the benefit of my two new friends. Cassie took more pictures, including one in which I sat on the bed with Hunter sitting on my thighs, leaning back against my chest. I had my hands hooked under her knees, pulling her legs as wide as they'd go, and showing off her cunt shamelessly. When Cassie finished, we looked at the pictures, lingering over the last one. "That's fucking perfect," Cassie said. "It's exactly what I was aiming for. I want the world to know that my little girl wants everyone to look at her cunt and that I thoroughly approve. "The world?" I queried. "Are you gonna put these pictures on the internet? They'd lock you up." "You're right," She replied, regretfully. "I'll have to be very careful to whom I show these pictures. I'll let you have copies, Misty." "I'm gonna masturbate, Mummy," Hunter said, lying back on the bed, her hand between her legs. "Let me do it," I begged her. "No," her mother said, "I wanna watch her do it. I don't know who enjoys this more, me watching her frig herself, or she, letting me watch her." For a few seconds we watched enthralled as Hunter fingered herself, probing deep into her cunt, then retreating to tickle her as-yet-undeveloped clit, then she paused. "What I really want to do is get to know Misty's cunt intimately. I wanna masturbate her and lick it and drive her crazy." "You don't need my permission, darling. You and Misty can do anything you want -- as long as I get to watch." "Of course you can watch, Mummy. It makes it all that much more exciting." I was inclined to agree. I lay down beside Hunter and in a flash, she was between my legs, pressing her fingers into my cunt and sucking on my clit like an expert. In truth, she was, given that she and her mother were so uninhibited with each other. She'd been well trained. Carrie lay beside me, leaned across and took my left nipple in her mouth, sucking and nibbling on it, helping to drive me over the edge. Under this onslaught by two naked females, there was no way I could hold out, not that I wanted to. As my orgasm broke, I knew that it was the first - sorry -- second one of many that I was going to enjoy. And so it was. The end