Date: Sun, 3 Mar 2002 05:26:35 EST
From: Chta919@aol.com
Subject: School Play, Chapter 2

Copyright 2002 by Cheryl Taggert
All rights reserved except as noted in submission guidelines of Nifty.org

While some stories I have written are based on actual events, the
following is a work of fiction. If you find stories about sexual contact
between adult females and young females below the age of 14
objectionable, YOU ARE IN THE WRONG PLACE. You have been forewarned.
This story contains descriptions of explicit sexual contact between women
and young girls and is meant solely for the enjoyment of its readers,
both male and female.

To the readers: If you like my story, let me know and I will send future
installments, as I am working on a full length book, of which this is the
first chapter. Don't be shy! I especially would like to hear from other
females, as I thought I was the only girl in the world who got turned on
by these stories. It is good to not be alone in your fantasies!

Bye,

Cheryl



School Play
Chapter 2


	The sun was shining in the window when Heather awoke the next
morning.  She was starting to get over her jealousy of her little sister
Tina's relationship with Susan, her best friend.  She looked over at the
twin bed that Tina now lay in, smiling at a dream she was having.  Heather
got up from her bed and eased over to Tina's, but not before checking to
make sure the bedroom door was locked.  She also checked to be sure it had
closed tightly because sometimes the door would swell ever so slightly and
would appear to be closed when it was not.
	Heather kneeled by the bed and watched her baby sister sleep.  She
could understand Susan's infatuation with her.  She was very pretty.  Her
soft blonde hair was down to the middle of her back, and she had little
dimples in her cheeks that made her look so cute.  Unlike many sisters,
Heather was happy her little sister was so pretty.  That made the fun they
had all the better.
	As Heather watched Tina sleep, she noticed that Tina's breathing
was becoming a bit faster than was usual for sleeping.  The covers were
over her to mid tummy, and she lay on her left side facing Heather.  Her
right arm was out of the covers, but her left was still under them, out of
sight.  It was in noticing this that Heather noticed that there were little
movements beneath the covers in the area where Tina's hips flared ever so
gently beneath the covers.  Heather wondered if Tina was having a sex dream
and was masturbating in her sleep.  Tina was twelve now, the same age
Heather was when she began having such delightful dreams a year ago.  The
thought that she might be dreaming and masturbating at the same time caused
Heather's pussy to begin to tingle a bit.  She decided to find out without
waking Tina, who slept like the dead anyway.
	Raising the covers, Heather saw exactly what she thought she would.
Tina's left hand was rubbing her little pussy over her panties, gently
squeezing the mound in obvious enjoyment.  Heather could smell her juices
as they dampened her panties.  Heather knew Tina wouldn't want Mom to
notice the stains, so she decided to help her little sister out of her
cotton panties.
	Gently, she took the elastic band of the panties and began to nudge
them down over the small flare of Tina's hips.  Tina was completely unaware
that anything out of the ordinary was happening.  Heather had learned from
experience that something as mild as undressing Tina would not wake her.
She had wet the bed until she was seven because of her inability to wake
up.  Mom had finally forbidden her to drink anything for three hours before
bedtime.  Anyway, that deep sleep of hers was an advantage now.  Heather
suddenly imagined that it would be an advantage for her for years to come.
Her pun made her giggle softly.
	Still pulling, Heather managed to slip the panties off of her
little sister.  Tina's left hand had never stopped its squeezing.  Once the
panties had been taken out of the way, she simply continued to rub and
squeeze her soft, swollen mound.  In fact, Tina let out a little moan in
her sleep.  Obviously, the skin-to-skin contact was much better, even in
her sleep.
	Mesmerized, Heather continued to watch her little sister
masturbating for a moment.  She wondered what dream she could be having.
Maybe it was about her?  Or perhaps it concerned Susan, Tina's newest
lover?  Maybe it was about all three of them together the way they had been
yesterday afternoon?  All Heather knew for sure was that she was getting
very turned on watching Tina play with her little mound.  She watched as
her index and middle fingers separated the folds of her pussy, easing
between the lips and beginning direct rubbing of the hooded clitoris that
was now peeking out of its hiding place.
	Heather eased Tina onto her back with a tiny nudge.  As she drifted
onto her back, her legs spread, making her wet pussy more accessible.  Tina
began to increase the tempo of her actions, rubbing her moist lips with
more of a rhythm to match her building excitement.  Reaching down to her
own pussy, Heather eased her hand into her panties and began to rub and
finger herself.  She was surprised at how truly wet her little slit had
become.
	With her hand still kneading the flesh of her small clit and
surrounding area, Heather moved up to Tina's bed, placing her mouth
directly over the mound where Tina's fingers were now having a field day.
Leaning down, she placed her lips onto the moistened slit.  She licked it,
darting her tongue here and there, making Tina moan with increased passion.
She dipped her tongue into the tiny hole that was her vagina.  Her hymen
had been taken in a bicycle accident, so Heather did not need to worry
about any resistance from that.  The fuzz on her labia tickled her nose.
More pressure was required to stop the tickle that may turn into a sneeze,
so Heather pressed a bit harder into the soft, swollen mound of her little
sister's pussy.
	Tina began to move her hips in a rocking motion, meeting the tongue
in reality that was probably also performing the same dance in her dream.
Heather was so hot that she was making her own fingers dance across the
slippery inner labia of her hot little cunt.  Tina's hand had dropped away
once Heather's tongue had taken its place, so Heather had full access to
every fold and crease in the tiny love box.  Heather's tongue began to
match the rhythm of Tina's thrusts.  As she tongued the pussy of her sister
who was only a year younger than she was, Heather realized that they were
both speeding toward mind-crashing orgasms.  She, for one, couldn't wait.
She glanced up at Tina, who was still asleep, still dreaming of her dream
lover, whoever that was.  Her head tossed from side to side.  Whatever her
brain was telling her, her body was screaming about the approaching orgasm.
	Heather devoured Tina's ripe pussy, slobbering over the labia,
adding her spit to the copious flow of Tina's vagina.  Just a few more
seconds and they would both be tossed over the brink of the waterfall that
would signal the start of their orgasm.  Right there...right THERE...
yes... YES..."AAAHHHHH!" her mouth moaned into the dripping pussy.
She felt the waves of contraction and orgasm flood Tina as well. . . .

	In her mind, Tina knew she was dreaming.  These things just didn't
happen in real life, and she was somehow aware that they didn't and was
thus aware of the dream.  Her mind, of course, accepted the dream.  It was
a very sexy one.

	She lay on the bed, which was covered with a completely black
sheet.  She was naked and as she looked down at her nakedness, she saw that
she was also tied down.  Her legs were spread, her arms outstretched, and
her ankles and wrists were tied so that she couldn't move, at least not to
get away.  And she didn't want to get away.  Standing around her were
perhaps a dozen women and girls, all equally naked.  They ranged in age
from around six up to maybe forty.  And all of them, every one of them, was
masturbating wildly as they looked at her nude body tied to the black-clad
bed.
	She was horny watching them.  And they were equally horny watching
her.  Power seemed to surge throughout her body.  She noticed a girl maybe
15 or 16 standing nearby, both hands busy at her hair-covered pussy.  She
was pistoning her fingers in and out of her drenched vagina.  No, she was
pushing her entire HAND into herself.  She was fucking herself with one
hand while the other was a blur on her clitoris, which protruded into easy
view.
	Tina then saw a little girl about 6 or 7 who was the youngest.  Her
pussy was totally bare, but she had tiny breasts, with nipples puckering
out toward Tina.  Suddenly the little girl was on top of Tina, her mouth
seemingly glued to her breast, sucking the titflesh into her hungry mouth.
Her hand went to Tina's waiting pussy, rubbing it softly.

	It was at this point that Tina's hand found her own pussy in bed.
She imitated the strokes that were being pressed into her pussy in her
dream.

	Tina noticed the girl with her hand inside her vagina.  She had
leaned over and was sucking the little girl's pussy.  She was slobbering
all over it in her need for the little girl's pussy cream.
	Then as suddenly as she had appeared over her, the little girl was
gone, replaced by the older girl that Tina had come to call the hand girl
in her dream.  The hand girl kissed her passionately on the lips, exploring
the inside of her mouth with her desperate tongue.  Somehow she had now put
her other hand into Tina's little pussy.  At first she wanted to protest in
the dream, but the sensation seemed no different than simply touching her
pussy felt.  The hand girl was fist-fucking herself and Tina at the same
time.
	Then she was gone.  The woman now making love to her looked a lot
like her mother.  Then Tina realized that it was her mother.  Her mother
was lying on her and making love to her twelve-year-old daughter!  Tina was
more turned on in her dream than she had ever been before.  The idea of
making love with her mother seemed to open some sort of flood gates.  The
idea had never occurred to her in real life, but it was terribly erotic in
her dream.  Vaguely, she wondered in the part of her mind that knew it was
a dream whether or not the idea would be as hot as it was in the dream.
Then that aware portion of her brain faded again, and she was back in the
dream.
	Her mother was suddenly licking her pussy.  All the other women of
various ages, moved closer to watch.
	"Fuck your baby," they began to chant.  They repeated it in a
staccato rhythm that her hips began to match in the real world.  "Fuck your
baby!  Fuck your baby!" they continued.  The volume of their chant was
rising.  They were all masturbating, rubbing their pussies.  Then they were
pairing off.  Tina could see them in spite of the fact that she was tied to
the bed.  The hand girl and another girl about her age were now fucking the
little girl.  Other girls and women were kissing, fondling, sucking
tongues, breasts, and pussies.  She suddenly recognized Susan and Heather
as they paired off, kissing and fondling each other while keeping one eye
on Tina.  Her mind reeled with the eroticism of the images that undulated
and throbbed before her young eyes.
	Although their mouths were occupied with sex, Tina could still hear
the chant as it echoed throughout the room she was tied in.  Her pussy
seemed to be on fire as her mother went down on her, sucking all the juices
from her tasty cunt.  She could feel the approaching orgasm as it built up
to a point that was like water bursting over the dam and flooding the
countryside.  She was almost there.  Almost.  Just a little more.  And.
And.  THERE!  She was cumming in her dream.  Her mother's mouth was
bringing her off.  It was absolutely incredible in its force.

	Tina woke to the sounds of her own cries of pleasure to find her
big sister Heather licking her pussy like a starving dog.  Tina just lay
back and enjoyed the waves that washed over her, a tidal flood of lust that
was released into her older sister's mouth.  She reached for her pillow and
thrust it over her mouth to muffle the cries of intense pleasure.  She
wouldn't want her mother to hear and come to investigate.  Then the image
of the dream leapt into her mind, and the thought caused another wave of
orgasm to pound her young body.  She convulsed with the waves.  It was the
best orgasmic experience of her life.  She was only twelve, and already she
had achieved multiple orgasms.  The beat of cumming continued for several
minutes.
	Finally, Heather lay back, aware that her baby sister had awakened
at some point while she was cumming.  She looked up at the lucky young
girl.  Heather knew that Tina had been cumming for over a minute.  Heather
could have multiple orgasms as well, but not this time since masturbation
usually did not result in more than one, maybe two times.
	Whatever that dream was, it was awfully good, Heather thought to
herself.  She would try to find out.
	"Good morning," she said with a knowing smile.
	"Yeah," was all Tina could muster.
	"You sure had fun.  What was the dream about?"
	"How do you know I was dreaming?" asked Tina nervously.  She didn't
want to discuss the dream and its contents.  She was embarrassed that she'd
had a sexual dream about her mother making love to her.  Even more
embarrassing was the fact that it had turned her on so much.
	"Because I could tell.  You were breathing rapidly; you were
moaning; and most of all, you were masturbating under the covers."
	"Well, I don't remember it," Tina said, not looking at Heather.
Heather could tell she was lying.  She remembered.  She just didn't want
Heather to know about it.  Why not?  What could be so personal she couldn't
share it with her older sister?  She decided to prod her for answers.
	"Yes, you do.  I can tell that too.  You're lying.  Why?"
	"Listen, I just don't want to talk about it, okay?"
	"Fine.  But I am the one who helped you with that mind-blowing
orgasm.  And I AM family, so I can't see where telling me about it would be
so bad.  I mean, whatever it was, it really had you going."
	Heather's comment about being family touched a nerve.  She began to
think that maybe she could tell Heather.  They were already in an
incestuous relationship.  How could she put down her for what happened in a
dream?
	"If I tell you, do you promise you won't make fun of me or
something?  It's really personal."
	Heather could see she was serious.  It may have brought on a
tremendous orgasm, but the dream also managed to upset Tina in some way.
Heather could see the questions that hung just below the surface of Tina's
expression.  "I won't," she assured her.
	Tina looked at the floor.  "We're already in an incest type
relationship, aren't we?"
	"Yes," Heather answered.  "Why?"
	Tina was still looking at the floor.  "I dreamed Mom had sex with
me while a bunch of other women and girls watched, including you and
Susan."
	Heather was shocked.  Not because Tina had dreamed what she did,
but that she herself had both dreamed it AND fantasized about it.  Their
mother was a very pretty woman with a great figure.  She had turned down
numerous offers to model when she was younger but had wanted to start a
family instead.  It had never occurred to Heather that her sister might end
up having the same dreams and fantasies.  (Well, she assumed Tina would
have fantasies.  The idea had certainly turned her on enough, much as it
had done for herself.)
	Heather just stared at Tina.  Tina's cheeks turned crimson.  Tina
still couldn't look Heather in the face.
	"You think I'm sick, don't you?  You think I need some time in a
loony bin or something, huh?"  Tears had begun to well up in Tina's
frightened eyes.
	Suddenly, the spell broke and Heather was able to move.  She pulled
her little sister to her and hugged her tight.  "No, I don't think you're
sick, and I don't think you belong in a loony bin.  I've had the same kinds
of dreams.  I've even fantasized about having sex with Mom while I
masturbated."
	There.  The truth was out now.  They could now go on with whatever
came next.
	Tina drew back from the embrace and looked at Heather for the first
time since telling her about the dream.  This was unreal.
	"You're joking, aren't you?  You're just saying that to make me
feel better, aren't you?"
	"No, Tina.  It's true.  I rub myself off at least once a week
thinking about doing it with Mom.  She's gorgeous.  I dreamt she came into
our bedroom one night and made love to me.  It was about as good an orgasm
as you had."
	Tina looked at Heather.  This was too fucking much.  This was
purely amazing.  She was very turned on, but more than that, she had
decided that she and Heather were going to seduce their own mother.  It
seemed almost pre-ordained or something.  They would have to find a way to
satisfy their lust for their mother.

	At the same time that Tina was having her incredible multiple
orgasm, Jennifer and Lisa were walking out the door of their apartment for
work.  It was a day they looked forward to with much anticipation.  Susan
and Heather were going to meet with them today.  They would be able to
renew an activity that had long been dormant.
	It hadn't been dormant because of these two beautiful women in
their early twenties and their desire to find someone willing to fulfill
their lust for young girls.  It had been dormant because of the risks
involved in having sex with a minor.  And not only that, but the minors
they currently had made plans with were students of Jennifer's just the
previous year.  A year that had ended only yesterday for the students.
	They had spent the morning preparing for their tete a tete with
glee and not a few moments of fondling the right places, both on each other
and themselves.  They hoped this would be a day to remember, and for all
the right reasons.

	Just as Tina was telling Heather the truth about her dream, Susan
was waking in her own bed a couple of blocks away with a familiar tingling
sensation growing in her lower belly.  She didn't want to masturbate,
though, as she and Heather were planning to have numerous orgasms later
that day with Miss Simmons and Miss Taylor, forever now to be known as
Jennifer and Lisa when they were not at school.
	They had already had fun with Jennifer in the woods near the school
yesterday at the end-of-the-year party.  Now Susan was looking forward to
enjoying sex with Miss Taylor--Lisa.  She wondered if she would taste
anything like Jennifer, or would she be different.  One thing she knew was
she could hardly wait until they met later that day.  It was going to be a
wonderful day.
	Little did any of them know that it would be an even better day
than any of them thought!