Date: Thu, 1 Nov 2018 11:02:26 -0700 From: Jan none Subject: Misty Chapter 2 (Incest, Adult Youth, oral anal, WS, g/FfF) Incest, Adult Youth, oral anal, WS, g/FfF Author's Note: This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit sexual acts between a young girl and older women. If this type of content offends you or you are under the age of 18 do not read it. Copyright 2018 Jan, all rights reserved Please mail to janmay6969@gmail.com if you have any suggestions for a future story. Misty Chapter 2 I'm a Dirty Little Slut By Janand Misty No, silly, I don't mean I need a bath or anything; my personal hygiene is perfectly fine. I shower every night and clean my teeth after every meal. I put clean knickers and ankle socks on every day and shampoo my hair regularly. I use deodorant and I always smell nice. No, it's my mind that's dirty. Perhaps "dirty" is the wrong word. "Erotic" might be closer to the mark. "Promiscuous" is better, but it doesn't carry the hint of forbidden acts that I'm looking for. "Naughty" is a word I often use when I think about myself, but though it carries connotations of mischief or lewdness, it's not quite strong enough for me. For example, one thing that I do regularly, at least once a day, sometimes a lot more often, is let people see my knickers. I know that doesn't sound very outrageous, after all, most if not all, girls of twelve and younger like to show off their knickers. We seem to instinctively know that men will go to almost any lengths to look up our skirts, though exactly why they get so excited, I'm not sure. It gives us a sense of power. Over the years, I've developed a range of "tricks" where I reveal my knickers while making it look accidental; for example, I lift the hem of my dress to clean my glasses. Try it. I do it in front of the mirror (because practice makes perfect) and I can lift it quite high, enough to expose my knickers almost up to the waist, always taking my sweet time so that my "audience" gets a nice, long look. And it's not just round the house that I flash my knickers, it's out in public, in the street or at the library or the supermarket and especially in the park. All nannies hang out at the playground watching their toddlers on the swings and slides, and you can usually find a few lonely old men, eyeing the kids. I have this routine in which I hang upside down from the monkey bars, my dress falling to reveal my body all the way to my armpits. Also, I use the slide a lot because (a) my dress rides up as I slide down and (b) there's usually an adult standing at the bottom who gets treated to a delicious up-skirt view while pretending not to look. Also, like many little girls in parks all over the world, I like to do cartwheels and handstands, both of which display my knickers fully, if only briefly. I like to pee through my knickers. I first did this one day when I was about seven. Me and a friend tried to use the public lavatory in the park but it was closed for maintenance, so we went behind the brick building and, screened by bushes, lifted our dresses. "I'm gonna pee through my knickers," my friend announced. "Why?" "Because it's naughty. I like being naughty." She moved her feet apart and peed. The front of her knickers became wet and then her pee started to drip down from the crotch on to the grass. I stared at her, transfixed. Oh, that was awesome! She looked so fucking sexy, standing with her knees slightly bent as she gazed down at herself. When she finished and looked up at me, I hoisted my dress a little higher and let my pee go. My pale blue knickers with white trim darkened as my pee soaked them and then it was streaming down through them. I looked over to her to see that she was as transfixed as I had been and a thrill of excitement ran through my whole body. I didn't mind walking home with my wet knickers squishing. It reminded me of how excited I'd been. After that, I started leaving the bathroom door open whenever I peed. I'd try to time it so that I was sitting on the loo when Mummy got home from work. There I'd be, sweet innocent little Misty, my knickers down round my ankles and my thighs spread as wide as they'd go, letting her see my "pee-pee". (I've stopped calling it by that name, ever since some boys and girls at school laughed when I volunteered to show them my treasure. "We don't have 'pee- pees'," one girl sneered. "We have cunts." So, I showed them my cunt and now, that's all I ever call it. (Cunt" has a nice dirty ring to it.) Things didn't stop there. I like to watch Mom as she peels her dress off and then drops her knickers. Her cunt looks bigger than mine, with big, floppy lips and a clit. She doesn't mind me staring at her cunt, in fact I have a suspicion that she likes to show it off just as much as I like displaying mine. One time, I came into the bathroom just as she was getting into the shower. I decided to see if peeing through my knickers would excite her. I lifted my dress up round my waist and instead of pulling my knickers down, I stood with my legs either side of the bowl and let go. She stood in the tub, gazing at me, not bothering to close the shower curtain. My pee streamed down from the crotch of my knickers, into the bowl with a lovely tinkling sound. She stared at me, entranced, licking her lips. "Oh, my God, that's so fucking sexy, Misty!" I laughed. "I thought you might like it. Me and a friend did it in the park a few weeks ago. She's almost as naughty as I am." "I love it when you're naughty, Misty," she said. I finished peeing, unzipped the back of my dress, pulled it over my head then stepped into the tub. "You don't have to wash your knickers now," she said. "The shower water will rinse them." This wasn't good enough for me. I looked down and saw that my knickers, now thoroughly soaked, were clinging to my body, perfectly following the shape of my mound and it's little slit. "You can see my cunt through them," I observed. "You might as well take 'em off." I slid them down my legs, wrung them out and hung them over the curtain rail. "I like looking at your cunt," she said. "It's so pretty." I shivered with delight. "And I love it when you look at it. It makes me feel sexy." "Oh, you are sexy, no question," she asserted. "And I like looking at your cunt, Mummy. It's fascinating!" "It's not much different from the average," she said, squirting soap from the dispenser on to her hand and stroking back and forth between her legs. Emboldened by her lack of shyness, I soaped up my own hand and began washing my cunt, pushing my middle finger into myself as she looked on, grinning. "Look at us," she said, "Mummy and her little girl masturbating together in the shower." "I'm just washing my cunt. I have to get it nice and clean." "Yeah!" she snorted, sarcastically. "Right. And I'm the Queen of China!" "I don't think your cunt is clean enough," I said. "It needs to be washed some more. Let me help you." I squirted more soap on my hand and went to work. She gasped, but didn't try to stop me, closing her eyes and throwing her head back, groaning with pleasure. "Damn! Now I need to pee. I should've peed earlier." "Like when I was sitting on the loo? You could've peed between my legs." She laughed. "I'd probably have splashed you." "I wouldn't have minded." A picture flashed into my mind, a still photo from a porn site that a boy at school had shown me, of a girl's upturned face as two hard cocks peed right into her mouth. The expression on her face told me that she liked it. "Here it comes," she groaned and my hand was suddenly drenched in warm pee. I kept my hand between her legs until she was empty. I giggled. "That was naught!" "Oh, fuck, I'm gonna cum any second," she groaned and her whole body tensed, then relaxed. "Jesus, Misty, I just had an orgasm. "I shouldn't have done that, after all, you're my daughter. Mummy's shouldn't do naughty things with their daughters." I put my arm round his waist and leaned into her. "Not even if they like it?" I whispered. "It's called incest and it's illegal." "So is peeing through my knickers in the park, but I'm certainly gonna do that again. I'm not gonna tell anyone, Mummy. Our secret is safe with me." To date, she hasn't peed on me again. I think she feels guilty about it. I don't. It was so utterly "dirty", so naughty and forbidden that I wanted to do it as often as I could, but a suitable moment for me to come right out of the blue and saying, "Pee on me, Mummy," didn't present itself. Still, I knew there'd be other chances. But I'm not the only one with a dirty mind. For example, there's Miss Blackstone, our gymnastics teacher, who's rumored to be gay, who likes to watch us, (more specifically me). in the changing room as we strip and get into our P.E. gear. After the lesson, she hangs out in the shower room, her eyes darting about, as she enjoys the sight of twenty-five naked little girls splashing about. I always arrive in the shower room later than the other kids, so she can focus on me as I strip, and I take my sweet time showering so that when I towel off, all the other kids have left and there's just her and me in the room. I let her get a real good look at me as I slowly drag my knickers up my legs to, (reluctantly), cover my cunt. Last week, while still naked, I deliberately dropped a comb and bent from the waist with my back to her to pick it up. I've since repeated that stunt in my bedroom in front of the mirror and to my delight, I saw that everything, yes everything, was in full view, my bum hole and my cunt. Next P.E. lesson, I'm gonna do it again. Recently, Mummy told me that my Aunt Alice was no longer available to babysit me. You might think that at twelve, I didn't need a babysitter, but her services came free and we liked each other a lot, so I let her "take care" of me. I was pretty outrageous about being naughty with her, teasing her with up- skirts and letting her watch me as I undressed and put on my nightie, shamelessly showing off my cunt to her. Although she never remarked on my behavior, she'd blush furiously as I'd lie naked on my back, my legs raised up in the air as I took my socks off, letting her see my cunt and bum hole. I know it excited her, but she was far too shy to let me know. I don't know whether she's gay or not, but she just couldn't take her eyes off me when I was doing one of my exhibitionist stunts. "We have to find a new babysitter," Mummy said. "Are there any older kids at your school who want to make a quid or two?" I knew the perfect person. Becky was two years ahead of me, in the fourth form and I knew she took on sitting jobs from time to time. I hoped she'd be available because I'd had a crush on her for the last couple of years. She was quite friendly towards me, but we ran with different crowds, so I had to content myself with admiring her from afar, fantasizing about doing dirty things together. I told Mummy about her and she phoned her parents. Yes, they said, Becky could use the extra cash and she was more than happy to keep me out of trouble when Mummy wasn't home. I was over the moon. The following Friday, Mummy was invited by her boss to an evening at the theatre and she wouldn't be home until after eleven o'clock. When Becky arrived, she stared at me. I'd carefully selected the dress, made from some kind of white, translucent, man-made fiber and my knickers were visible through it. I should've worn a slip under it, but that would've spoiled the fun. "Oh, my God!" she gushed, "you've grown since we last talked. You look so . . . " ". . . sexy?" I offered. She laughed. "You could say that, Misty." I did a pirouette so that my dress flared out, revealing my favorite pale blue knickers, the same ones that I'd peed through behind the toilet in the park, with my friend. She could see my knickers perfectly anyway, but I wanted to give her an unspoken invitation. An invitation to what? Anything, anything she liked. I spun to a standstill and my dress fell back down, covering but not hiding my underwear. "Nice knickers," she remarked. "So, you like them?" I said, lifting the front of my dress high on my chest. "They're my favorite pair. Sometimes, I pee through them." She laughed. "Oh, you're a naughty little girl!" "That's so precious." I told her about my adventure in the park and her eyebrows went up. She continued, "At school they say you're always flashing your knickers at everyone, even to the teachers in class. They all think it's stupid, but I know how you feel. I like to show my knickers off, too." At that point, she lifted the front of her own dress to reveal her white nylon briefs with a lace panel in the front. My heart skipped a beat. I stared at her, transfixed. "You like these?" I like your blue ones. How about we swap knickers? I'll wear yours and you can wear mine." Oh, what joy! Holding the hem of my dress against my chest with my chin, I slid my knickers down and took them off. Her eyes were bright. I stood for a beat, my dress still hoisted, letting her look at my cunt. Tingles of excitement rippled through me. I held my knickers against my face and inhaled. "Oh, you like to sniff knickers, too? I always sniff mine." She held out her hand and I gave them to her. She pressed them against her face and I heard her sniff, not once, but several times. She lifted her dress again and slowly slid her knickers down her legs. Her cunt, cleanly shaved, came into view, different from mine. It had lips and I could see her clit under its arch at the top. My heart was racing. She stood there, letting me look for as long as I liked, and I drank in the view, saving it in my memory so that later, in bed, I'd have something new to masturbate to. She handed her knickers to me and I buried my face in them, smelling of clean laundry and a faint trace of her sex, then I stepped into them and pulled them up and looked at her as she put mine on. Happily, they weren't too small for her. "Isn't this fun, wearing each other's knickers? It's delightfully intimate. Oh, you look amazing in mine. Pull them up tight at the front, yes, like that. Now you have a perfect camel toe." I let the dress fall and looked down at myself. Her knickers weren't quite as visible through the dress as my blue ones were, but they were still on display. "We should take our dresses off," she suggested to my delight, and in just seconds, I was naked, except for her knickers and my white ankle socks. She followed suit and we stood, gazing at each other. She wore a skimpy little bra, though her tits were small enough not to need any support. My flat chest was naked, but she seemed to find my bare chest exciting, not because it was sexy in itself, but because I was so willing, eager to show it off. "Let's go upstairs to the bathroom," she suggested. "I need to pee." I took her hand and lead her up the stairs. "Are you gonna pee through my knickers?" I asked. "Would you mind?" "Oh, I'd love to see you do it. It's so fucking naughty!" "Let's do it in the shower, then." We stood in the tub and I drew the curtain closed. "Don't turn the water on yet," I said. "Let's pee first, then we can rinse later. Ready?" "Hold on," she said. "I wanna watch you pee, but I wanna feel it, nice and hot, on my hand." She put her hand between my legs, pressing against the nylon covering my cunt. "Go ahead, Misty. Let it go. Pee on my hand." I relaxed and it started to flow, but almost immediately, she stopped me. "Can I put my hand inside?" I held the waist of her nylon knickers out invitingly and she put her hand down inside, her fingers brushing past my cunt to land on my bum hole, her palm pressed against my treasure. My legs were trembling so I could hardly stand up. "Go ahead, pee on my hand. Oh, it's so nice and warm and wet. Oh, Misty, I can't believe that you've become so fucking sexy in just a few months." My pee trickled to a stop. "That was so naughty," she said, smiling at me. "I like doing dirty stuff," I said. She made no effort to remove her hand. I felt her middle finger slide into me. "Do you like what I'm doing now. I do it to myself at night in bed." "Do you cum?" she asked. "Usually. Just little orgasms, but sometimes a big one." I told her about Mummy cumming in the shower that time and she looked incredulous. "You were masturbating each other?" She asked, incredulously. "Yes," I said, proudly. "She came in less than a minute." "Awesome!" "I LOVED it. I made my Mummy so happy. I'd like to do it again, but I think she feels guilty about it." "Well, take that hand that made her so happy and put it down the front of your knickers and I'll pee on your hand." I'd never put my hand inside a girl's knickers before. It was absolutely thrilling! I touched her cunt lips with my fingers, then pressed my palm against it. "Go ahead, Becky." Her hot piss drenched my hand, soaked my blue knickers and trickled down to the floor of the shower. "Mmm, this is so dirty!" I enthused. Her finger was still pushed up my cunt, moving slowly in and out, so I did the same to her. I felt her tense up. "This is just like being fucked," she murmured. "You've been fucked?" I asked, amazed. "Not by a guy. It was a friend of my mother's, a lesbian who's into young girls. She had a strap-on dildo and after a lot of thrilling foreplay, she pushed it into me. It was awesome!" "Did you cum?" "Like a fucking rocket. Then I fucked her with it and guess what. She said she wanted it up her arse, so I fucked her bum hole." My jaw dropped. "She loved anal sex." "It must've hurt." "No, she said she'd stretched her hole so it'd fit. She absolutely loved it!" I wondered what it'd be like to have six inches of plastic cock up my bum, but I had a hard time picturing it. "Now, I wanna take my knickers off you, Misty." She removed her hand and dropped to her knees, dragging the wet nylon down my thighs. When my cunt came into view, she stopped, sat back on her heels and gazed at it, adoringly. I tingled with excitement. She looked up at me, her eyes alight with desire. "I'm gonna kiss it!" she declared. Oh, my God, I've died and gone to heaven! Becky took hold of my hip and pressed her mouth against my cunt. Fortunately, my cunt is hairless, so it didn't take more than a couple of licks to get passed the salty ammonia taste. She licked my pussy like an expert. I was shifting my weight back and forth from one foot to the other. When I had an orgasm, I squirted all over her face. When she looked up with a big smile with my-cum smeared all over her face. I was inspired to do something I had never done before. I pulled her to her feet and knelt before her. I had to struggle to pull my knickers off of me body. They were so tight I had to peel them down. The crotch of my light blue knickers was wedged between her camel toe and it clung to the material until I pulled it out of her cunt. I admired her dark patch of pubic hair. The smell of her urine clung to the hairs. I was fascinated by the way her labia minor looked like the meat of an oyster flapping open and at the junction at the top was the fat little nub that looked like a penis that didn't quite make it. I latched onto it with my lips and sucked on it in such a way that air vibrated the flesh against my lips until she had an orgasm. I was still licking her cum up when my mother walked in on us. She simply said, "Becky I think you better get dressed and go home and don't discuss any of this until I have a chance to talk to you. Misty I want you to go take a bath and get ready for bed. I will be in later to talk to you." I wasn't sure what Mum had in mind and I was nervous while I bathed. I eventually dried off and put n my nightgown and went too my room and got under the covers. The longer I waited the more nervous I got. When my bedroom door opened Mum was silhouetted by back light so all I could see was just a dark shadow, all I could see was her outline. She did look menacing with her hands on her hips and her legs spread. The room was plunged into darkness when she closed the door for a moment until my eyes adjusted. She approached the bed and sat on it. That was when I saw that she was totally naked and her tits were hanging over me as she bent over to kiss me on the mouth. The strange thing was that her mouth tasted like pussy. I suspected that the reason it had taken her so long to come to my room was that she had sucked Becky's pussy before sending her home. Mum pulled hack the covers and pulled up my nightgown above my tits. She felt my flat chest and toyed with my nipples. When I was breathing hard she mounted the bed with her bum over my face and her head over my cunt. I didn't have to see her cunt. I could smell it and feel the humid heat as she lowed her cunt down to my face. I went wild sucking my mother's cunt. She was squirting all over my face while she was sucking my pussy. After it was over she turned around and cradled me in her arms. We kissed and talked about what Becky and I had done. I even told Mum about the friend of Beck's mother fucking her with a dildo, and the woman loved it. Becky even fucked her in her cunt and bum Mum got excited listening to the story. We masturbated each other until we had an orgasm again. It was all very comforting and exciting sleeping in her arms. Before school Mother told me to bring Becky home so she could have a talk with her. At school I sought out Becky and told her that my Mum wanted to talk to her. Becky smiled slyly. I walked home by myself, but as I approached my front door Becky startled me by grabbing my hips and pushing me to the door. When we entered we found Mother sitting on the couch cross legged, and she was wearing a thin see through white dress and bare footed. "Girls I want the two of you to sit on either side of me while we talk." Becky sat on Mum's left and I sat on her right. She patted our thighs. "Girls, I'm thrilled that the two of you have become lesbians. Now I can be completely open to you. I have been a lesbian all of my life. Misty told me how you were brought out by a friend of your mother's. I would love to meet her! Do you think that can be arranged?" Becky beamed, "Sure" with that she produced her cellphone and speed dialed a number. Hello, Pauline I have some friends that would love to meet you. Would you like to meet us here or would you prefer that we come to your place? Okay we will be there soon. "Love you" and terminating the call. The three of them used Mum's car to get to Pauline's home. It was a two-story brick home on a narrow lot. When they approached the front door, it opened and standing in the door was an imposing woman. Pauline was a tall stocky full-figured woman. Her red hair was cropped short too long to be a buzz cut and too short to be more than a spiky cut. She had several visible tattoos on her arms and neck. She was wearing a tank top shirt and hip hugger jeans. She was the picture of a dyke. Becky introduced me and Mum to Pauline, and Mun insisted that she call her Alison. After the introductions Mum and me were offered tea and while we waited for the water to boil we checked out what her home looked like. It was a typical looking home. There was nothing to indicate that Pauline was a lesbian. Both Mum and me wondered about Becky's mother allowing Pauline to look after her daughter, surely, she knew that she was a lesbian. While we were enjoying our tea Th adult women casually discussed their backgrounds. Mum told Pauline about her own sexual appetites and how she was introduced to the way of life. Pauline told them that she had known she was attracted to females at a very early age. She was born a large girl, so she set about building her body. In school she became a shot-putter and added the hammer in college. Building her body became a religion to her. She told us that her body repulsed male and a lot of females, but there are plenty of women and girls that are attracted to muscular women like her. Mum eventually asked, "What is the relationship between you and Becky's Mum?" "Her Mum and I have known each other since primary school, and she was my best friend. She knew I was a lesbian even before I admitted it to myself. She recognized that Becky was showing signs of an interest in the subject and arranged for her to stay with me for a few days, so that I could introduced her to lesbianism in a comfortable setting." The she asked, "How about you and your daughter?" Mum chuckled, "Misty has always been a nasty girl. I was well aware that she liked to flash unsuspecting adults her panties. I knew it would eventually get her into trouble. Recently I learned that she was developing an interest in peeing in public. One day she came into the bathroom while I was taking a shower. One thing led to another and she joined me in the shower and we peed on each other. I knew Becky's mother and arranged for her to babysit for Misty, because I suspected it would develop into a true lesbian relationship." Pauline chuckled, "It had been ages since I had a relationship that included water sports." That was the ice breaker. The four of us went upstairs and removed our clothes before entering her bathroom. Pauline and me entered the shower and I sat on the floor while the tall muscular woman straddled my body and used a finger to pull her clit up as she started peeing on my face. The warm liquid splashed and ran the front of my flat chest, and between my legs to finds its way to the drain. Mum and Becky stood there in front of the shower watching. Mum couldn't resist standing behind Becky and placing one hand on one of Becky's pear-shaped breasts and the other hand on her vulva and slipping a finger into the valley to seek out the clit and play with it. After the two of us showered the four of us sent the evening sharing each other. Pauline got a perverse thrill out of watching me and Mother sucking tits and pussies. As Mum drove us home Becky asked, "Do you think that my mother had sex with Pauline?" "It is an interesting idea." I sat there in the back seat and contemplated the idea of finding out for myself. I started planning how I would go about it. This would take some thought. I started hanging out at Becky's house. Becky and I made use of every opportunity to steel a kiss and masturbate each other or even suck pussies. The first time I knew that Becky was visiting family I showed up at her home as if I didn't know Becky was not home. I knew her mother's given name was Ann, but insisted on calling her Mrs. Brooks. Ann welcomed me into her home and informed me that Becky was in York visiting relatives. She offered m tea and something to eat. As we sat at the table we talked about foolish childish things. I took every opportunity to touch her. I had prepared for my visit by not wearing any underwear. When Ann got up to bring a tea pot to refill my cup I made it look like an accidental gesture that exposed my cunt to her eyes. I noticed the way her eyes turned away with guilt for having seen my pussy. She returned to the table and put fresh leaves in the strainer and poured the water over the strainer. While she filled her cup, I added lemon and sugar to my cup. When Ann sat she asked, "Misty, why did you come here today? I suspect you knew Becky was not home." "I wanted to visit you because I have been looking at you while visiting Becky and would like to get to know you better. I met Pauline and suspect you put Becky in her care because you knew Pauline would make love to her. Ann's face went white, "You know about Pauline?" "My mother and I find her to be a fascinating woman." "Your mother?" "Of course, Mum thinks she is delightful woman." "You do know she's...a...lesbian!" "Of course, she even introduced me to her favorite toy." "Pauline fucked you with her dildo?" "You know about it! Did she ever use it on you?" She got flustered, "She is so wicked. She shouldn't have done that to you! You're too young!" "What makes you think that I'm too young?" With that I lifted my skirt and showed her my naked cunt. Ann looked at my body with interest She couldn't resist placing the palm of her hand on my cunt and rubbed me a few times before she inserted her finger into me. She discovered quickly that I was no longer a virgin. She gathered me in her arms and drew me to her body and hugged me. I pressed my face against her breasts and took one into my mouth. In just a few moments I had the front of her dress wet with my saliva. She didn't resist when I started pulling her tit out of her dress. Once I had it out I latched onto the nipple like a baby. While I was attached to her breast she led me to the couch and we sat next to each other. I struggled to pull her dress up and when I saw her comfortable panties I pulled the crotch aside. I am always intrigued to find out what adult women's pussy looks like. Ann was a typical overworked housewife and didn't pay much attention to her appearance. In was convenient to simply wear the same dress several days and she neglected her hygiene suffered. Her body smelled of household cleaning products and her own sweat. When I dipped my finger into her cunt and probed her cunt a little I just had to smell my finger. It was covered with her bodily fluid and it had a strong pungent odor. Her pubic bush was untrimmed as well. I bent over and pressed my face in her hairy crotch and at her pussy while she stroked my hair. She eventually couldn't resist undressing me and sucking my pussy. Right during the height of her efforts to make me cum, Becky walked in and was shocked to see her mother sucking my cunt. When everyone calmed down Ann and Becky admitted that they were open to sex. We formed the start of a group of mothers and daughters willing to have parties and exchange daughters. I hope you enjoyed the story, and if you have a story you would like told, please send your outline mail to janmay6969@gmail.com.