Date: Sun, 2 Mar 2008 15:28:43 -0800 (PST)
From: Cheryl Taggert <chta91982@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Surprises (adult/youth)

  Preface: I've been writing and decided to submit some more stories to
Nifty.  Some of you may know my stories, either through this site or my
page at sistersinlove.org.  I've been "out of pocket" for a while, but I am
sending this story I wrote for a friend.  I hope she doesn't mind.

  Again, this is MY property.  It may not be published anywhere else except
with my permission.  You may not "rewrite" it and say you have my
permission to submit it somewhere else.  You don't.

  You DO have permission to enjoy my story.  There are other chapters, and
I will send them on if the response is good.  I LOVE emailing with fans, so
please expect a reply if you email me.  I will expect one back from you if
I respond.


  The Surprises

  by Cheryl Taggert


  Now, on to chapter one:


  They say it takes one to know one, and I found this to be true when it
came to my secret perversion.  You see, I love children, but more than
emotional love.  I am a female "lover" of children.  You know, sexually.
I'd use the "P" word, but it has such negative vibes associated with it.
Add to that the fact that I am a complete 100% lesbian, and you will
understand my interests.

  But women view sex differently than men do.  It is an emotional and
spiritual outlet as well as physical.  So when we have sex with young
girls, it is more than something for our own gratification, more than just
getting ourselves off.  It is a loving bond that exists between us and the
girls we love.  I guess that would include boys as well, but since they
aren't my taste, I will refrain from talking about what I don't know.  I do
know girls.  I am one, and I was a young one as well, and I know how we
think...and react.

  You see, it's all about love, affection, and being cared about beyond
those surface things that so many people, including our families, are
interested in.  It's about finding a soul mate.

  I am lucky enough to have found not one, but two.  And that brings me to
my first statement.

  My name is Cheryl, you see, and when I first saw Jenny, I knew she was
like me.  Of course, we are different in many ways: for instance, she is
Oriental and I am Caucasian, and she is a bit shorter than I am, but that's
not what I mean.  I am not talking about the physical at all.  I'm talking
about that other thing--a love for young girls.  Of course my interest in
her was also because I found her extraordinarily attractive.  After all, I
am more than a lover of children.  I love adults as well.  I had
masturbated frequently having all sorts of fantasies that involved Jenny.
I desperately wanted those fantasies to become a reality.

  She, like me, is a teacher.  A sixth grade teacher.  I would watch her
when she was watching her class during lunch, or on the rare occasions we
would take them outside for some down time.  Her eyes would be on the girls
much more than on the boys.  And I would notice the little things as well.
Those eyes would definitely react to the sight of a young girl who wore a
dress and was sitting with her legs spread below the lunch table, oblivious
that anyone could see up her skirt from two tables away.  I would watch as
Jenny's eyes would glaze over at the sight of the young girl's cotton
panties, which barely concealed the hairless slit beneath.

  It was when I noticed she licked her lips at such a sight that I was
convinced.  This happened when we had both taken our classes outside.  One
young girl was sitting on a bench in the school's commons area, and amid
the giggles she was sharing with a friend, she had allowed multiple peeks
at her panties, which were a light blue with small read hearts.  I was
standing with Jenny making small talk when I noticed that her eyes would
wander over my shoulder to look at something happening behind me.  Curious
to see if it was what I thought it might be, I turned around and was
greeted by the giggling girls and the one cutie's undies.

  I looked back at Jenny.  "I've noticed you seem to enjoy sights like that
one."

  "Like what one?" she asked, pretending not to understand.

  "I've seen you looking at the girls' panties in the lunchroom and out
here.  I would wager you spend a lot of time doing so in the class as
well."

  Jenny blushed, redness spreading up her neck and into her cheeks.  The
blush branded her next words to be the lie I would expect from anyone.

  "I don't know what you're talking about!" she said, barely getting the
words out beyond her hammering heart.

  I decided to plunge right in and put her mind at ease so we could discuss
what I knew to be our mutual desires.  "It's okay.  I enjoy the same
things.  Your secret's safe with me as long as my secret's safe with you."

  I could practically see the wheels spinning in her brain, making sense of
my words yet refusing to believe I had said what I had.  I made it clearer.
"That's right.  I like little girls too.  And not just on an emotional
level.  I feel just like you do at the sight of that little girl's panties,
the ones with the red hearts."  Still she stared, unbelieving.

  I plunged on, knowing this would eventually lead to her admission to me
that she felt the same--and more perhaps.  "Just like you, seeing that
makes my pussy wet."

  Jenny exhaled and I realized she had not been breathing.  "Oh, my God."
Her eyes tilted toward the ground and I could see the tears welling up in
those beautiful eyes.  Then she looked up at me again.  "How did you know?"

  "I've watched you.  Little miss panty hearts seems to be a favorite of
yours.  I can see why.  She's gorgeous.  What's her name?"

  "Mollie."

  That she was a beautiful child was the truth.  Mollie was an
eleven-year-old knockout.  She had blond hair that cascaded past her
shoulders to her shoulder blades.  Her hips were beginning to swell outward
and her little nipples were beginning to puff into little plums and cause
tiny hills in her tops.  She had a slender nose and close-set brown eyes
that looked as though they could cajole anything from anyone with the right
look...and the most kissable, full red lips I had ever seen on a child her
age.

  Jenny and I stood beside each other, looking at the panty-covered pussy
being displayed before us and feeling grateful for dark sunglasses.

  "I can't believe I have found someone like me.  I thought I might be the
only woman within 1000 miles who felt like this."

  "Same here.  And it turns out we are right across the hall from each
other at work."  We laughed a bit, more from the release of stress than
from the humor of the situation.

  "So what are we going to do about it?" she asked.  I had been wondering
the same thing.  Or maybe it would be more rightly called fantasizing about
it.

  "I assume you like grown women as well," I said, glancing at her then
returning to the two giggling girls.  I had begun to realize the other
girl's shorts were short enough to be able to glimpse her panties through
the leg holes when she moved certain ways.

  "Yes," she said.  "I've noticed you many times...and thought about you
when alone."  The implication was obvious.

  Mollie and her friend got up from the bench and moved toward some of
their friends, so I turned to Jenny.  "So, your place or mine?"

  She looked at me and smiled.  "You choose."

  "Okay, then, my place at 7."  I gave her the address of my apartment, and
she knew where it was.

  After school, she walked into my classroom and closed the door behind
her.  "I have something I must show you.  It's in your coat room."

  Each classroom has a small area behind a wall at the back of the room
where coat hooks lined the opposite wall.  It was for students to hang
their coats and sweaters and was not visible to anyone who entered the room
unannounced.  I think I knew what she wanted to show me.

  When we entered, she turned suddenly and kissed me, her tongue moving
swiftly to mine.  I had been wet all that afternoon since we'd spoken and
had gotten my students busy with some seat work to allow me time to think
about Jenny, not to mention a few students in my class as well as Mollie.
I had nearly come several times just from the fantasies and the constant
leg motions beneath my desk, along with the occasional quick rubs from my
hands.

  We parted from our kiss and she was pulling down her slacks, tugging her
panties along with them.  I eyed her exposed pussy.  It was completely
bald.  "I keep it waxed," she said.  "Do you like it?"

  I knelt down and took her shapely ass in my hands, breathing in the aroma
of her very wet pussy.  "I love it!" I said and leaned in for a few licks.
Her breathing quickened immediately.

  "Wait," she panted.  "We can't do this here.  I'll make too much noise
and the principal will investigate."  This was true.  The office was on the
other side of my coatroom wall.  I willed myself to stand on wobbly knees.
I kissed her again.

  "Don't be late," I said, composing myself.

  "Should I bring anything?" she asked.

  "Just those two girls we were watching today."  I laughed, but she just
smiled strangely, a glint of something I didn't recognize in her eyes.

  *********************************

  When my doorbell rang at 7 o'clock, and I opened the door, I began the
outrageous mental journey of figuring out exactly what that glint had been.

  Jenny was standing there, grinning like someone who had pulled off the
world's most marvelous joke, and Mollie and her friend were on each side of
her, sporting that same grin.

  The two eleven-year-old beauties rushed in and hugged me as only young
children can while I simply stared at Jenny, a million different thoughts
rushing through my mind at once and causing me great confusion.  I found
myself wondering why Jenny would bring the girls, the thought that they
might be joining us not even entering my mind.  I guess I found that idea
to be too unlikely to even consider.  I was wondering how much she had told
the girls and how much she hadn't, as well as why she would bring two
eleven-year-olds on a date with me.  I know it sounds crazy, but I did not
once think they were all three sexually active with each other, which of
course is what it turned out to be.

  And of course, what Jenny didn't know is that I had my own surprise.

  At that moment, my surprise walked in from the kitchen, a Pepsi in her
hand.  My daughter froze when she saw that not only was the woman I had
told her would be coming for dinner there, but two girls her own age as
well.  Dani smiled.  "Hi!" she said, smiling broadly, always the outgoing
and friendly one.

  Jenny froze, stunned too much to move and probably wondering who this was
as much as I was wondering why she'd brought Mollie and her friend, whose
name I still did not know.  I, too, could not move, since the appearance of
Dani only added to the overall confusion because I knew Jenny didn't know
who she was.

  The two girls who had been hugging me, however, had no such problems.
They immediately rushed to Dani and started a conversation as if they'd
known each other all their lives.  In the midst of this, I at least found
out Mollie's friend was named Emily.

  I looked at Jenny.  "That's my daughter, Dani.  She attends Jackson
Middle School."

  Jenny's eyes widened.  "Wow!  That's so..."  I expected her to finish
with something like "surprising," but neither of those came forth.
"...HOT!"  She managed.

  I quickly realized what she was thinking.  "Oh, no.  No.  We don't... I
mean she doesn't... She doesn't know about me...at all."

  Jenny looked slightly disappointed and a moment of protection came over
me, but then I realized that Dani was a very pretty girl, so of course
Jenny would be attracted to her.  "Oh," she said, slightly disappointed.
Then realizing what she had implied, she stammered, "Oh!  Oh, Cheryl.  I am
so sorry.  I would never actually hit on your daughter.  It's just that..."

  We stared at each other, and suddenly the humor of the situation hit us
and we began to laugh hysterically.  The girls, who had been paying us no
attention at all, just looked at us and shrugged before continuing their
own conversation about where they went to school, what their favorite TV
shows were, and such things as that.

  "Excuse us, girls.  We adults need to talk some things over," I said.
"Dani, why don't you show Mollie and Emily your room?"

  The three eleven-year-olds walked in a giggling mass to Dani's room,
leaving Jenny and me alone.  We went to the sofa and sat down together.

  "So you have a daughter?  If she doesn't know about you, what was she
going to be doing while we made love?  And where does she go to school?"
Jenny said.

  "First, she sleeps like a rock.  I was just going to have dinner with you
and Dani, we'd spend some time watching TV, and I would send Dani to bed.
Within twenty minutes, she'd be so asleep she wouldn't hear it if a dozen
eighteen-wheeled trucks somehow got into the apartment and revved their
engines and blasted their horns."

  "Are you serious?  She sleeps that soundly?"

  "Yes.  We could have sex in her bedroom and she'd never know it.  Why
would you bring Mollie and Emily?  What were we going to do with them?
Knock them out?  And what did you tell their parents?  What did you tell
THEM?"

  "What were we going to do with them?" Jenny repeated my question, then
answered it.  Leaning towards me, she nodded with each word: "Have...sex."

  "But how were we going to get them to--" I stopped cold, suddenly
understanding.  We didn't have to seduce them.  They'd already been
seduced.

  "The two girls and I are already lovers.  We have been since last fall."

  If I hadn't already been sitting down, I would have fallen over.

  "Why do you think Mollie keeps showing me her panties?  She's getting me
hot and she knows it.  Think about it.  How many girls wear skirts or
dresses every day?  And I told their parents I needed some help with some
grading and things.  They stay at my place frequently."

  Now it was my turn.  "Oh my God."

  "It was supposed to be a surprise."

  "It was."

  "But what about Dani?  She must think I brought the girls for her to have
company.  And I can tell you those two aren't going to be completely
satisfied just doing normal eleven-year-old shit."

  "That's a good question.  She won't go to sleep as long as she has
'friends' here."

  We sighed.  It seemed that dinner would be the only thing we'd get to do
tonight.  We were both very disappointed, especially since Jenny had
brought two lovely young girls.  I hadn't done anything with a young girl
since Dani was in Brownies and I had managed to get one of the girls in her
troop to "play house," making it seem as though she had talked me into the
game one time when Dani was sick and no other girls showed up for the
meeting.  And even then it had only been some light kissing and some
touching of each other's pussies.  I was so horny I could have come with a
slight touch, which I would have to administer myself, apparently, once
Jenny and the girls had left.

  The kitchen timer went off, signaling that the lasagna was done.  Jenny
followed me into the kitchen and I asked her to get the salad out of the
fridge while I pulled the lasagna out of the oven, along with bread that I
had added to the oven when the doorbell rang.

  "I'll get the girls.  Where's Dani's room?" Jenny said.

  "Just follow the noise," I said, laughing lightly.

  Jenny stepped out of the kitchen and stopped.  "What noise?" she asked.

  "Third door on the left down the hall," I said and began putting the food
on the table.  A moment later, Jenny was back in the small dining room, but
without the girls.

  "They washing up?" I asked, but when I saw the look on Jenny's face, I
knew they weren't.  She had the look of someone not sure how to say
something.

  "What?" I asked her, getting annoyed with the whole situation.

  "Shh... You'd better come see for yourself.  Just DON'T be mad."

  She tip-toed down the hallway, and for some reason I did too.

  With her finger across her lips, she motioned for me to look into Dani's
room.  As I leaned forward, the sight from her room sent me reeling.

  Mollie and Emily were on Dani's bed.  They were kissing and humping each
other's thighs through their clothes, obviously making love with each
other.  I watched, fascinated, as Emily's butt rose rythmically from the
panting Mollie, rubbing her pussy against Mollie's thigh.  Mollie, more or
less on the bottom, was humping for all she was worth.  Then I wondered
where Dani was.  I adjusted myself to get a different angle of the room and
saw her.  She was sitting in her chair at the bottom corner of her bed and
was watching the two girls together.  Her hand was in her lap, frantically
rubbing herself through her clothes.  None of the girls had any idea we
were outside the room watching them.

  I was surprised to realize that the wetness that had been working itself
up and subsiding all day now became a flood.  The thought that I was
watching my daughter masturbate while she watched two girls hump each other
no longer mattered.  I was so horny I knew I would not be able to walk away
from this extremely erotic scene.  I knew Jenny certainly wouldn't mind the
incest part of what was happening to me.  Hadn't she said it was hot when
she'd thought I had been making love with my young daughter?

  Suddenly, I felt my slacks drop in a puddle at my feet, followed by my
panties.  Turning, I found that Jenny had stripped completely and was
totally naked.  I guess she figured out that the girls wouldn't be coming
out of the room any time soon unless we disturbed them somehow.  Raising my
arms, I felt Jenny remove my top.  I hadn't been wearing a bra in
anticipation of the evening I had thought I would have.  This was turning
out to be much better than I had thought it would be.

  Standing behind me, Jenny wrapped her arms around my stomach and slid her
hands up to my breasts, pinching the nipples and rolling them between her
thumb and forefinger.  I watched the two girls humping each other, getting
closer to coming.  I began to wonder if that would surprise Dani.  Did she
know about orgasms?  Glancing her way, I figured she probably did.  Her
hand was now inside her shorts and I found myself wondering if she had the
hand inside her panties or not.  I strained to get a glimpse of something
that would tell me.  Then I saw.  The panties she'd been wearing today were
on the floor beside the chair.  She had removed them and put the shorts
back on.  Then I noticed the other girls had done the same.  Two pairs of
panties, one blue with red hearts, were on the bed.

  Dani started to spasm, and I knew she was coming.  Yes, she had had
orgasms before.  There was no surprise on her face at all, just enjoyment.

  By now, Jenny's hands were starting to move down toward my pussy.  They
found their mark and I began to come immediately.

  And not quietly.

  Looking into the room I noticed that Mollie and Emily just glanced
towards the door and kept up their humping and kissing.  Mollie's hand was
inside Emily's shorts, rubbing her butt with practiced strokes.

  Dani, though, was different.  She heard my moans and got up to see what
was going on in the hall.  "Stop!  My mom will catch us!" she whispered
frantically to the girls on her bed as my shoulder spasmed and bumped the
door fully open, revealing Jenny and me in the hallway, with Jenny's
fingers in my pussy.  It was Dani's turn to freeze in confusion.

  "Mom?"  She wasn't sure whether to run, cry, or what.

  I had no other choice, though.  I had to finish my orgasm that was still
wracking my body and causing my belly, legs, everything, to shudder
uncontrollably.  Finally, I found my voice when it was over.

  "It's okay, Sweetie.  I guess it's time you found out.  Your mommy's a
lesbian."

  Mollie and Emily were still humping away on the bed and Jenny joined
them.  As I caught my breath, Dani watched as Jenny started removing the
rest of the girls' clothing.  When she was done, she lay both girls back
and began licking their pussies, first one then the other.  Finally, she
pushed Mollie's legs into the air, exposing her tiny anus.  Leaning in, she
began to tongue Mollie's butthole.  At that point, Emily moved to where she
could get to Jenny's pussy and ass.  She spread the shapely butt cheeks and
stuck her face into the cleft,

  Dani and I watched as Emily moved her mouth back and forth from Jenny's
pussy to her butthole, licking, kissing, and sucking as she went.  I was
getting very turned on, and from the look on Dani's face, she was too, no
matter whether she wanted to be affected by the scene or not.

  Looking at me, she pleaded with her eyes for permission.  I nodded my
assent and she moved toward Emily, pulling her clothes off as she went to
her bed.  Soon my eyes were feasting on my naked eleven-year-old daughter
as she began to play with Emily's pussy and ass.

  I sat down on the bed.  "It's okay," I said, stroking my daughter's dark
hair.  "This is something we can always share now.  Go ahead.  Do what you
want with her.  Mommy won't mind."

  Soon Dani was on all fours, licking Emily the way she had seen Emily lick
Jenny.  Then glancing back at me, she scooted her ass over in my direction
and smiled.  "It's okay.  Go ahead.  Do what you've wanted to do to me.  I
won't mind."

  And suddenly I realized I had wanted to do these things with her.
Memories of snippets of dreams and my active imagination came up from where
they had been buried.  I had fantasized about Dani for years but had always
denied it to myself.  She was the faceless little girl I had always thought
about when I masturbated.  The one I had had countless wet dreams about.

  I leaned down and began to lick my daughter's wet, hairless pussy.  Her
squirms told me that perhaps she had thought about this as well.  Maybe she
had masturbated to thoughts of me--or a faceless adult she now realized was
me--doing these things to her.  I moved my mouth to her asshole and tongued
it while my fingers played in her pussy that was now sopping with my saliva
and her juices.

  Soon, we were in a daisy chain on the king-sized bed.  My mouth was glued
to Dani's ripe body, Dani's to Emily's, Emily's to Jenny's, Jenny's to
Mollie's, and Mollie's to mine.  "I've wanted to do this for so long," she
had said.  We were all very close and the sounds of slurping and licking
were loud.  I pictured what it must look like, and it sent me over the edge
into a blissful orgasm.  The others followed me within seconds.

  Dani's hips began to move and she came, much harder than I remembered
coming at her age.

  But then, I had never had a woman I loved doing these things to my pussy
and ass when I was eleven.

  And for some reason, that thought made me sad.

  Afterwards, we were all cuddled together on the bed.

  "Are you happy about this?"  I asked Dani.

  "VERY!" she said.  Enthusiasm was her middle name, it seemed.  "Are you?"

  "It's what I've always wanted."

  We had a group hug that turned into another mini-orgy, this time with all
the young girls together in a three-way.

  "Perhaps Heaven is like this," said Jenny.

  "Yes, perhaps it is."