Date: Mon, 23 Oct 2017 12:36:35 -0700 From: Misty Meadow Subject: Spring Awakens Spring Awakens by Misty Meadow My parents, whom I loathe beyond measure, were a couple of uptight prudes. I imagine they still are, though I haven't spoken to them in years. They were prudish to a fanatical degree. Their parenting would best be described as "Victorian", more than a century after the old queen died and the strict morals of the day began to die with her. Any topic even faintly connected to sex was never, ever part of the conversation. They were devout Catholics, a slowly shrinking group in the United Kingdom, where churchgoing is fast becoming an eccentricity. The Church insists that sex should be for the purpose of procreation only. You gotta be joking! To produce me, they must have had sex at least once, but it's impossible for me to envision it. They went to Mass twice every Sunday and again during the week, dragging me along with them. Whether their prudery was the cause or the effect of their religiosity remains a question, one that I'm not going to bother my head with. I knew absolutely nothing about sex whatsoever until I was twelve and one day in school I discovered my panties were stained with blood. Deeply embarrassed, I told Jillian, one of my friends. "Congratulations, you've got your period." "What's that?" She laughed. "Don't you know anything?" She gave me one of her tampons and instructed me how to use it. She was amazed at my ignorance and started to fill me in on the topic of human reproduction, but realising the extent of my "innocence" she abandoned the project and loaned me a book which pretty much covered the whole field, everything, including gay sex. Under my bed clothes using a torch, I read it from cover to cover over the course of two nights. There was no way I was going to let my parents discover me reading a "dirty" book. I was amazed at what I learned, not the least of which was the subject of masturbation. If I touched myself down there, it would feel good and it was healthy and recommended. I tried it and, lo, the book was right. It was awesome! I told Jillian and she laughed. "I've been doing it for years, ever since I was about seven or eight. All girls do it. But it's even better when someone else does it to you." "Yes, that's what the book said." "Wanna try it?" Her question came as a shock to me. Sex was terra incognita, an unexplored world, but I quickly decided that, yes, I did want to. "Why don't you come for a sleepover at my house and I'll give you the night of your life." "My parents would never let me sleep away from home. They're so afraid something bad might happen." "Oh, it'll be bad," she murmured archly, "we'll be really bad girls. Never mind, we'll find somewhere else to have fun." The fields and woods around our little village offered many places for two girls to be alone and unobserved and we made good use of them. On summer evenings and weekends, she taught me everything there was to know about gay sex, manual, oral, anal, sex toys, watersports, you name it, she was willing to try it and bring me along with her, and the more extreme our adventures were, the more I enjoyed them. One sunny afternoon, as we lay hidden in the long grass of a farmer's field, far from roads and footpaths, recovering from a prolonged bout of mutual cunnilingus, or "eating pussy" as I'd learned to call it, the topic of religion came up. Before the day was over, using a series of perfectly logical arguments, she totally demolished my belief system, freeing me from the delusion of Christianity, breaking the shackles of faith and opening my eyes to how preposterous Catholic dogma was. I learned that I didn't need a god to guide my moral conduct, I could create my own code of ethics, which have turned out to be a lot better than the Church's. In less than a month, I evolved from an ignorant little girl to a sex hungry adolescent, free to explore life and eager to try anything. Thank you, Jillian, from the bottom of my heart. You set me free and opened my eyes. ____________________________________ My daughter, Spring, is adopted. As you might have guessed, I grew up to be gay, without a trace of heterosexuality. I did want to have a child but men don't interest me at all and the thought of having a penis thrust up my vagina makes me feel ill. Artificial insemination didn't appeal to me either, so I opted for adoption. The agency put me through the system and one day I fell in love with a five year old little girl, with an adorable face. Pretty girls get adopted quickly, but Spring had asthma, which turned off most prospective parents. I reasoned that clean country air and a total lack of stress would help her overcome her handicap, and so it has proved. Now she's eight and she hasn't had an attack in months. We adore each other. I'd often wondered what would happen if a child were raised with no inhibitions about sex, free from the taboos that society has imposed on us. Would she grow up with an immense sexual appetite, hungry for every experience nature could offer, or would she turn out to be a perfectly adjusted adult, free from psychological baggage? I decided that my daughter's upbringing would be the exact opposite of the childhood I'd endured. There would be no prudery in our house. No subject would be off limits and we'd be proud of our bodies. I bought a copy of the book that Jillian had loaned me, and Spring and I read it aloud together, a chapter every night, sitting side by side on her bed. She hadn't been reading for long and she had some difficulty with the big words so I helped her to work out how to pronounce them and what they meant. This was a lot more spiritually uplifting than bedtime prayers! Not only were her reading skills being helped, but the whole world of sex, hidden from most kids, was being opened for her. She found it fascinating and bombarded me with questions, asking had I ever done this, or that? I answered her honestly and frankly and she'd say that she couldn't wait to try it. I explained that she was still physically and emotionally undeveloped and that the marvelous feelings described in the book would only gradually grow in her, but when I pressed a soapy finger into her vagina in the bathtub one night, she said it felt good. "Can I do it to you, Mummy?" she asked. "Let's get dry and go into my bedroom, Sweetheart." I let her explore me, allowing her to pull my pussy lips apart and peer at the moist pinkness inside. "Your cunt's not like mine," she said. "All I've got is a slit." Right from the start, I'd used direct language referring to body parts, carefully explaining that "naughty" words should not be used in polite company or in school for example, but when we were alone, she could talk as "dirty" as she liked. "Your cunt will be like mine in a few years," I assured her and proceeded to show her all the different parts of my pussy, my outer and inner lips, my vulva, my urethra and best of all, my clit, which happens to be unusually large. "This is where all the fun originates from," I told her. I let her watch as I masturbated, using all the techniques that Jillian had taught me, as she lay on her tummy between my thighs, gazing enthralled at my cunt. Having her look at me so closely as I frigged myself was so exciting that I quickly climaxed. "That was an orgasm," I explained, "like the book describes. Now, lie on your back and let me see if I can make you cum." I laid my middle finger on her slit and moved it up and down, then gently probed, careful not to damage her hymen. Then I sought her little nub, hardly developed and pressed my finger on it. After a few minutes, I looked at her as she gazed at me, her eyes filled with love. "Oh, Mummy, that was awesome!" She was too young to have an orgasm, but she was clearly sexually aroused. "Can I do it to you?" I lay back and spread my legs for her. Within the space of two minutes, she made me cum twice more. She was just seven years old. ________________________________ Her sex education continued over the course of the next year. When I had girlfriends stay overnight, I'd ask them if they'd mind if Spring joined us. I wanted her to watch us, enthralled, as we made love, urging us on and learning from us. My lovers might want to physically engage with her, I imagined and I'd have I permitted it, allowing them to caress her sweet little body, kiss her tiny nipples, finger her little cunt, lick it and then spread their legs for her to return the favour, but none of my lovers acquiesced. They weren't into little girls. Had they been paedophiles like me, it would've aroused me to new heights of ecstasy, but I was hoping for too much, my ambition way out in front of her gradual maturation, and it's probably a good thing that they turned down my offers. If news had got out that a seven year old girl was engaging in sex with two adults, I'd have ended up in jail and she in foster care. She and I grew closer. She was especially attracted to my tits, caressing them, squeezing them and playing with my erect nipples, taking them in her mouth, gently biting. "I want tits like yours, Mummy, not too big, nice and firm and big ole nipples." "Suck on them, my darling. Be Mummy's baby girl and let me feed you." This was guaranteed to make me cum. ________________________________ My sex encounters outside the family were drying up. I wasn't getting out and meeting people. Craig's list provided some contacts but they were invariably disappointing. The village population was too small to have a pool of unattached lesbians to choose from. I needed to drive to the nearby town where there were a couple of gay bars. I missed the excitement of the old days, before Spring, when I'd walk into a bar and scan the crowd, my pussy tingling with anticipation, never knowing whom I might hook up with. I didn't want a long term relationship; just a one night stand every now and then to spice my life up. So, if I was to spend evenings out, I had to solve the problem of finding a babysitter. I put a notice in the window of the village post office, seeking a responsible girl who wanted to make a few extra pounds. I only got one reply, from the mother of a fifteen year old who said her daughter, Nicole, often did babysitting jobs around the village. Spring said she knew her. They went to the same school. I asked her mum if Nicole could come to our house for an "audition" as it were, and if things worked out, perhaps she could stay for dinner and get to know my little girl. I would pay her for her time. Her mum said it would be fine, how about after school tomorrow? Perfect. Spring said she liked the whole idea. Yes, I should get out more and meet more girls, she told me. She wouldn't mind if I found a girlfriend, as long as she'd be nice to her. She didn't know Nicole very well, but she seemed okay. Spring guessed that she might even be gay because although she was very pretty, she never hung out with boys. Oh, I thought, that'd be too much to hope for. "If she does turn out to be gay and likes little girls, how would you feel if she . . ." ". . . Wanted to do all the naughty things we do? It'd be okay, I suppose." _________________________________ The next day Spring came home from school with Nicole in tow. As reported, she was pretty. Tall and slender, she had a certain poise that I found endearing. They were in their school uniforms and I'd carefully selected a white silk camisole with matching tap pants to wear, nothing more. "This is my mum," said Spring when I opened the door. "Come in, Nicole." "Hello," she said, eyeing me up and down. "Nice undies." "Me and Mum don't bother getting fully dressed around the house," Spring explained. I was going to have to work on her grammar. "Especially in weather as hot as this." "Spring's told me a lot about you," Nicole said. "Like how you taught her all about sex and stuff, so she can say and do anything she likes and it's alright." "You're right, I've brought her up to be proud of her body and to never be embarrassed about any kind of sex. She's amazingly precocious, to the point where you be surprised, but just go along with it, okay? You should only tell her off if she does something that annoys you." She looked intrigued. "I can't think what." "If you girls are as hot as you look," I said, referring to their body temperature, not their sexuality, "why don't you go upstairs and have a cool shower?" They dumped their back packs in the hall and ran upstairs and into the bathroom, slamming the door behind them. I sat at the bottom of the stairs, trying to imagine what they were getting up to. I could hear their muffled voices over the sound of the shower, but couldn't tell what they were saying. I thought that if Nicole was gay, she wouldn't need to come on to Spring because my daughter was quite capable of taking the initiative and getting the ball rolling. I pictured them soaping each other's bodies, their hands between each other's legs, even kissing under the spray of cool water and I could feel my pussy getting wet. I pressed a finger into myself and sniffed it. The aroma of sex was powerful and a bit too obvious, so I went into my bedroom, took a handkerchief, pulled my knickers down and wiped my cunt. I was about to pull them up again when the bathroom door opened and Nicole came out, followed by Spring. They were both naked. Nicole glanced through my open door at me just a second before I pulled my knickers up, then they both went into Spring's bedroom, leaving her door open. I took that as an invitation to visit, so I knocked and went in. Spring was lying on her back on the bed, her legs spread invitingly, her fingers locked behind her head. Nicole sat at the foot, gazing at her bare body. "Isn't my daughter adorable?" I gushed, sitting beside her. "Oh, she is! Utterly gorgeous!" Nicole's enthusiasm encouraged me. ""She's a bit of an exhibitionist," I explained, "forever showing her cunt to anyone who wants to look. You'll just have to get used to it. I was like that at her age." "You still are, Mum," said my little angel. I turned to look at Nicole. She wasn't the least bit shy about being seen naked by me, a relative stranger. "And you, my dear, you're the sexiest young lady I've seen in years." "Do you get to see many young ladies with nothing on?" she asked, archly. "Lots and lots," Spring answered for me. "Mum's gay." This was a crucial moment. Would she react negatively? For a second, she didn't react, but then smiled. "They say gay girls have more fun." I heaved a silent sigh of relief. She was open to having sex with girls, and sooner or later I might make a move on her myself, but how did she feel about an eight year old kid, I wondered? "Mum and I have lots of fun," Spring said, dropping a big hint. "I can imagine," said Nicole. "Your mum is very attractive." "She's a lot more attractive with no clothes on. Go on, Mum, get `em off. Show Nicole how sexy you are." I stood and let my knickers fall, revealing my cleanly shaved pussy, then slowly lifted my camisole over my head and tossed it aside. "Look at her tits," said Spring. "Aren't they gorgeous?" Nicole stared at them, transfixed, her eyes huge. I could see she was excited. "I like squeeze them," Spring confessed, having sensed that the ice was broken between Nicole and me. "And she likes it when I suck on her nipples and bite them." Nicole looked at her incredulously, then at me. "Don't tell anyone, but my daughter and I have a very close physical relationship which many people wouldn't approve off and might even be illegal, so it's our big secret. I've brought her up to be proud of her body." "I can see she is," Nicole said, glancing over to her. Spring smirked. "And she has no inhibitions about sex whatsoever. I've fully educated her in that regard, including gay sex, masturbation, oral sex and just about everything else. She doesn't need to be taught about anything. In fact she could probably teach you a thing or two." Nicole looked amazed. "In the shower, she . . ." "You don't have to tell me if you don't want to," I reassured her. "I kissed her," Spring interrupts, "and I told her I wanted to wash her cunt and she let me and so I kissed that too," Spring announced proudly. "Good girl!" I affirmed. "Did you like it?" I asked Nicole. She actually blushed, her face and chest glowing an exciting bright pink. She didn't need to answer. "Let's go into my room; my bed's much bigger than this one, room enough for three." They jumped to their feet and ran into my room. I followed them and watched as they climbed on to my bed and sat with their backs to the head board, their knees up under their chins, their sweet little cunts in full view. Nicole, like me, was cleanly shaven. I felt shivers of excitement spreading out from my cunt. I took my phone from the bedside table, stood at the foot of the bed and aimed at them. I was about to ask them to spread their legs when Spring opened her knees wide and reached across to push Nicole's knees apart. Then she lifted one leg over Nicole's and I took the shot. I looked at the screen and it was a perfect composition of lewd, provocative child pornography, made even more exciting by the dazzling smiles on their faces. It was abundantly clear that they liked showing off their cunts. I showed the phone to them and they enthused about how sexy they looked. "Do this!" Spring instructs Nicole, getting on all fours facing away from me, lowering her upper body so her bum was elevated, perfectly displaying her cunt and rosebud. Nicole unhesitatingly complied and I took another delicious picture of the rear ends of a pair of uninhibited young girls side by side. It seemed as if their cunts were smiling at me. "We want to take some pictures of you, Mum," my daughter announced. "Let Nicole take some of you and me, Sweetheart. Look, I'm gonna show my rear end to the camera like you guys just did and I want you squatting beside me so the camera can see your cunt, then reach your hand under my tummy between my legs to finger my cunt. How does that sound?" "Ooh, yes!" she cooed, eagerly. "Don't forget to smile." The result could've landed me in jail. Her smile showed how excited she was. Nicole took Spring's place and the touch of her fingers on my cunt was like electricity. They took more pictures of me lying on my back, legs akimbo, three of my fingers thrust up my cunt. "Mum," said Spring, "if you can get three fingers up there, I bet I could get my whole hand in." My mind reels at the thought. "Oh, my God!" Nicole gasped, "you wanna put your hand inside your mum? It's gonna really hurt!" "No it won't," I said. "I've had bigger fists than Spring's up my cunt. It isn't gonna hurt a bit. Get some lube from the drawer and spread it all over your hand, Spring. Meanwhile, Nicole, see my clit here, how swollen it is? Touch it with your fingers. Pinch it gently, yes, like that." "Kiss it!" Spring told her firmly as she lubed up her hand. "Take it between your lips and suck on it. That drives her crazy." She was right. Nicole's mouth on my clit was bringing me to new heights of arousal. "Now move aside and let me dive into the tunnel of love." My darling precocious daughter got between my legs and pushed four fingers into my dripping cunt, rotating her hand palm upwards and curling her fingers. She hit my G spot and I exploded in a brief but intense orgasm. She watched my face as I came down to earth, gasping. I nodded my head and she folded her thumb into her palm and pushed her whole hand inside me. I was so aroused and my cunt was so relaxed that there was no pain at all. "Make a fist," I told her, "and pump in and out. See how far up me you can go. Oh, look at that, half your arm is inside me. Oh, my sweet baby, you're driving Mummy crazy! Oh, fuck me! Fuck me! Oh, Mummy loves being fucked by her darling little girl! Oh, God, Mummy's cumming again! Mummy's cumming!" Talking to her as though she were a baby sent me over the top and I felt as though my overheated cunt had burst into a sweet fire that spread through my tummy and then my whole body, lifting me up to heaven, and I could hear someone yelling, "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" I realised it was me, as I slowly drifted back to consciousness, panting, bursting with love for my little girl. Spring carefully withdrew her hand which made a slurping noise as it came free, then wiped it and her arm on the bedsheet. She crawled up beside me, laid her thigh across my tummy and took a nipple in her mouth. I ran my hand over her back from her shoulders down to her bum. "Wow!" said Nicole, sitting back on her heels. "That was awesome!" "Suck her other tit," Spring said and then I had the exquisite joy of "nursing" my eight year old and her new fifteen year old friend. I was very, very happy! ______________________________ It grew late and Nicole had to go home. "I think the audition went quite well," I told her. "Tell your mother that we want you to be Spring's baby sitter for the foreseeable future." I named a generous payment. "Three or four night a week, I imagine. Will you be available?" "Absolutely!" she said with enthusiasm. "I won't be cruising gay bars that often though. No, I'll be home mostly, making sure that you're doing a good job of babysitting my little baby, getting to know her, helping her with her homework, making sure she takes a shower, tucking her into bed, keeping her perfectly happy, guiding her through the difficult years of puberty and, above all, ensuring that no boys get anywhere near her so that she'll grow up to be as gay as I am." She laughed. "I don't think you need to worry about that." She retrieved her clothes from the bathroom and we watched as she sat on the end of the bed, putting her white ankle socks on, her legs lifted one at a time to show off her delicious cunt and then she pulled her white cotton knickers on. Schoolgirl knickers always remind me of those days when I first learned about sex with Jillian so I took a couple of pictures of her, unposed and just naturally sexy. She donned her dress. "It's been a wonderful evening," she said, holding out her hand. Instead of shaking it, I put my arms round her and held her tight. "For us, too," I murmured, then kissed her on the lips, thrusting my tongue into her welcoming mouth. "Come again tomorrow, after school, okay?" "Bye," she said, left the room and we heard her going down the stairs. The front door slammed. "Oh, Mum, she's perfect! I wanna lick her cunt every chance I get. I wanna fist her like I did you. I wanna kiss her bum hole and push my tongue in her. I wanna suck on her tits and make her cum, and sit on her face and push your vibrator up her and then rub my cunt against hers and use your double ended dildo and . . ." She ran out of ideas, so I helped her out. "How about golden showers?" "You mean peeing?" she asked, her face alight. "Yeah, in the shower. Let her pee on you and then maybe she'll let you pee on her. Let's go in the bathroom and try it, see if you like it." "Don't worry, I will," she cried, jumping off the bed and running out of the room. I follow her as she steps into the shower. "Who goes first?" I asked. "You! Pee on me, Mummy." She dropped to her knees, between my legs, her face lifted up, gazing at me adoringly, then closed her eyes. I let my bladder go splashing her angel face with golden pee and to my delight, she opened her mouth. The end.