Date: Tue, 13 Dec 2016 04:42:53 +0000 (UTC)
From: twinkletwat.um@yahoo.com
Subject: Two Little Girls and their Gym Teacher

Two little girls and their gym teacher.
by Misty Meadow.

I'm picking my daughter Holly up from school and looking for a parking
space when she comes hurtling out from the school gate and streaks across
the road without looking. Horns honk and tires screech. She flings the car
door open and leaps inside, excitement written all over her face. I'm about
to start a lecture on pedestrian traffic safety when she bursts out, "Guess
what! M & M were suspended today 'cos they were caught in a stall in the
bathroom with no clothes on and a girl in the next stall heard them and
they were saying all sorts of stuff about undressing and fingering each
other and she reported them and . . ." All this comes out in one
breath. She's refrerring to her two classmates Maia and Morgan, inseparable
best friends.

"Hold on," I say, pulling out into congested traffic. "Slow down. Start at
the beginning and tell me what happened."

"All I know is that this girl reported what she'd overheard and M & M were
taken out of class and then we heard they'd been suspended. I haven't had a
chance to talk to either of them yet."

"Don't get too excited, Holly. To me it just sounds like two young girls
having a bit of naughty fun in the bathroom. I did that sort of thing at
your age. Don't make it a bigger thing than it already is."

"But the whole school's taking about them! When they come back to school,
everyone's gonna be laughing at them."

"Except you."

"Exactly! Except me. They're both my best friends and I feel so bad for
them."

"When we get home, you can call them. You can invite them to your birthday
party on Saturday."

"My birthday's not until next month."

"So, we'll bring it forward, just to show them we appreciate them and we're
still good friends. Who else do you wanna invite?"

"Miss Lane." Oh, this is perfect! She's Holly's gymnastic coach and from
what Holly tells me, she's probably gay and I'm guessing Holly has a crush
on her. To be honest, I've been interested in Miss Lane for some time now,
but never had a chance to talk to her for more than a few minutes.

"Fine. We'll call her, too. Is it true what they say about her?"

"Oh, yes, I'm pretty sure. She's always touching us, positioning our limbs
and bodies correctly in the gym class. It all looks accidental, but she's
brushed my crotch more than once. Oh, Mom, this is gonna be so cool!"

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Everyone hates paedophiles (well not me, I'm hardly in a position to). Most
people think of paedophiles as dirty old men in raincoats who hang around
outside the school gates with bags of candy in their hands, enticing young
girls into their windowless vans and coercing them to have sex, and if the
child is unwilling, violently force them to perform ugly acts of
depravity. I don't think that's quite an accurate picture. Those creeps are
the exception and yes, kids need to be protected from them, but there's a
bigger picture. We shouldn't forget women paedophiles.

Originally the word meant "lover of children", and in that sense,
paedophilia's widespread, maybe universal, an admiralble condition, to be
encouraged. But the word's taken on a sinister connotation, giving rise to
images of molested youngsters, damaged for life, so now paedophilia comes
somewhere between war crimes and genocide on the acceptability scale.

Almost all little girls are cute in the way that puppy dogs and koala bears
are cute which triggers in us a desire to protect them, hug them, kiss
them, reassure them, tell them that they're beautiful and loved, rub their
bellies and scratch their ears . . .sorry, that's puppies again. But
sometimes the wires get crossed, and a child's cuteness, in addition to
arousing protective instincts, arouses sexual urges. Maybe it's a kind of
synesthesia, the blending of two senses, like people who hear colors and
taste shapes. The sexual urge is perfectly fine as long as one doesn't act
on it, but if the arousal is enough to overpower one's restraint then we
have a problem. But there must be millions of men and women out there who
see school letting out, with hordes of young teens and preteens streaming
out of the school gates in their uniforms and white socks, and who sigh
with longing, but never act on their feelings. Most of them would tell you
that the thought of forcing themselves on a kid is horrifying and that all
they want is to make a child happy. This might come across as the excuse of
an accused offender, but what if it's true? What if there's a silent
majority out there whose secret desire is to arouse children and who are
never discovered? What if the number of underage boys and girls who have
sex with an adult and enjoy it and thus never talk about it, is huge?
There's no way to know.

I'm not a paedophile exclusively. My brief marriage was disaster, even
though the sex was hot. He was violent and I soon got rid of him and was
lucky enough to keep custody of his kid, my darling Holly, now eleven years
old. So, strictly speaking, she's my stepdaughter and I love her to
bits. And I'm finished with men.

My obsession with young girls started with little Vicky, a neighbour's kid
whom I babysat when she was ten and I was thirteen. She seduced me,
signalling her desire for intimacy by showing off her underwear in so many
lewd ways, that she might as well have used semaphore. I took her into the
bathroom and was only slightly surprised when she demanded that I get in
the shower with her to "soap her back" and then insisted that I lather her
all over, including the naughty bits. "Do it again!" she begged after I'd
pushed my soapy finger inside her. Then she proceeded to wash my cunt in
exactly the same way. She was the first girl to ever make me cum. Over the
summer we repeated our adventure several times until, to my dismay, the
family moved away. She was in tears when we finally said goodbye, and she
never told anyone about how her hymen came to be ruptured.

Kids have sex with kids. Didn't you? Does that make us all paedophiles?
Remember the words of Juliette's father: " . . . she hath not yet reached
her thirteenth birthday". Romeo couldn't have been much older, but you
don't hear audiences at the Globe yelling, "Hey, Romeo, you fucking paedo!
Get off the fucking stage!"

Think about this for a moment. Is paedophilia now where homosexuality was a
century ago, illegal, immoral, unnatural and deserving of the most exteme
punishment? So, does the future hold a golden age in which having
consentual sex with an underage person is considered perfectly normal, like
gay marriage has become?

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Holly and I went shopping in Oxford Street for a party dress for her. On
the way home, on the tube, a woman sitting opposite was staring at
Holly. Guessing why, I looked sideways at my daugher and sure enough, there
she was, sprawled as usual with her legs carelessly spread. The had a
delicous view up her dress. I wasn't suprised. Holly is an incurable
exhibitionist. I was the same at her age so it doesn't bother me, in fact I
feel a little thrill when She acts lewdly in front of strangers. Exiting
the tube station, I mentioned it and we giggled together like two naughty
little girls.

We've settled on a simple black dress in a kind of whispy material which
would be see-through were it not for the slip that lines it. It would be
nice to see her in it without the slip. It's deliciously short, showing off
her slender thighs and it flares out revealingly when she pirouettes. White
ankle socks add a "little girl" touch. We also bought a pair of pink silk
knickers, split down the front from waist to crotch and tied with a little
bow. She looks adorable.

Maia and Morgan arrive followed minutes later by Miss Lane who's dressed in
white linen slacks and a cream silk blouse through which I can see a lacey
camisole. She looks more attractive than I remember.

"I'm Misty," I say, shaking her hand and eyeing her up and down, "we met at
the PTA."

"I remember. Call me Kelly. Hear that, girls? We're Kelly and Misty this
afternoon. You can be formal on Monday, back at school. That's a nice
dress, Holly." I know exactly what'll happen next. Holly pirouettes in a
full circle, reverses and spins the other way. Her dress arcs out and
reveals her naughty pink knickers beneath. "Oh, what gorgeous knickers,"
says her teacher, grinning. "Who gets to pull the little bow?"

"That's up to Holly," I say.

"What color knickers are you wearing, M & M?" Kelly asks Holly's friends.

Without hesitation, they lift up the fronts of their sun dresses. Maia's
are pale blue and Morgans are plain white cotton. My pulse quickens. When
little girls lift their dresses, my knees go weak.

"What about yours?" they ask us. It's a fair question. I lift up my skirt
and show everyone my white nylon almost see-through knickers. Not to be
outdone, Kelly unfastens her slacks at the side and lets them fall. She's
wearing white silk tap pants with lace trimmed legs that match the lace on
the camisole I can see through her blouse. She looks tastefully sexy.

"I might as well leave them off," she says, folding her slacks over the
back of a chair. We're getting off to a good start and we go into the
living room. Presents are given and soon the girls are sitting on the floor
surrounded by wrapping paper, oohing and aahing at the gifts, while Kelly
and I sit on the couch. When three eleven year olds are squatting on the
carpet preoccupied with something, you can be sure that you'll get to see
plenty of underwear.

"Aren't they just adorable!" Kelly breathes, staring at the display.

When the gifts have be thoroughly inspected by all three girls, they dash
upstairs to Holly's room and slam the door.

"So tell me," I ask Kelly, "what was the suspension all about?"

"M & M were fingering each other in the bathroom stall and were
overheard. They were quoted as saying 'Oh, that feels nice' and 'Push it in
further' and 'Pretend I'm a boy and kiss me'. I think they're no strangers
to pussy touching."

"Wow, they're only eleven."

"When I was their age I was up to all sorts of naughty stuff, just like
that. Weren't you?"

"Well, I had a lot of sexual fantasies, but I never got to touching until I
was thirteen." I tell her about little Vicky, the memory still fresh in my
mind.

"Oh, you bad girl!" she says, mockingly. "So you like young girls, too?"

"Little girls, yes, but big girls as well." A gentle smile lights up her
face. This might be the moment to make a move on her, but I hear the girls
running down the stairs. Never mind, we can continue this conversation
later.

"Time to swim, guys," I call. "Last one in's a rotten egg."

"We don't have our swim suits," Morgan protests.

"We don't bother with swim suits in this house. We're gonna skinny dip."

"Cool!" say Maia and Morgan in unison, their faces lighting up. The kids
dash out across the patio to the pool in the middle of the lawn and Kelly
and I follow at a more leisurely pace, wineglasses in our hands. We sit on
the patio steps and watch the girls undress. I'd have liked to see them
strip off slowly, one at a time, but in under five seconds, they're all
naked, pulling their ankle socks off, leaving dresses and knickers
scattered all over the lawn. They all jump into the pool, swim to the deep
end and cluster in a group, laughing and giggling. I look at Kelly, stand,
drop my short skirt and pull my cotton tank over my head. I wait for a
beat, letting her look at me, then slide my nylon knickers down and step
out of them. Her gaze is riveted on me. I watch her unbutton her blouse,
take it off, and let the shoulder straps of her camisole fall from her
shoulders. She pushes it down, together with her tap pants, in one smooth
movement and steps out of them. Her pussy, like mine, is perfectly
shaved. Her tits are small and perfectly shaped, with no need for a bra.

She grins, saying, "There's not a pubic hair between the five of us." She
takes me by the hand and together we jump into the pool. She does a few
laps then we all gather in the middle of the pool. That's when the fun
begins. The girls invent a game where they swim underwater between our legs
as we stand facing each other. I feel arms and legs and hands brushing
against my inner thighs and little thrills run through my body. We move
farther apart with each pass until we're well spaced and the girls can no
longer manage to stay under long enough. Then they go off to the deep end
again and huddle, whispering to each other. Kelly and I stand in the
shallow end and she hoists herself up on to the pool edge and sits, leaning
back on her elbows, legs invitingly spread. I stand, waist deep, in front
of her, as close as I dare, admiring her slender body. Whether deliberate
or not, her pose is quite lewd. She sees me staring at her pussy with its
big floppy lips and amazingly large clit. It must be almost half an inch
long. I have an almost irresistible urge to press my face between her
thighs, but manage to control myself. She lifts her heels and puts them on
the drain that runs round the pool at the waterline and lets her legs fall
open.

"Do you like my cunt?" she asks, bluntly. Most girls would call it a pussy,
but the word "cunt" has a nice crude ring to it. I lean in to inspect it
more closely.

"You have an amazing clit."

She grins. "Wanna touch it?"

I glance over my shoulder to where the girls are still huddled. "They might
see."

"I wouldn't worry about that. When I was doing laps, I could see that they
were touching each other underwater. That's why they were giggling."

"Wow! Really? My girl, too?"

"All of them."

I look again to see the girls preoccupied, and reach out with both hands to
spread her lips, revealing a bright pink cavern. Then I take her clit
between my forefinger and thumb and gently pinch it. She lets out a little
gasp of pleasure. I look over my shoulder again and see Holly swimming
towards me, so I let go and step back.

"Mom!" she says, surfacing beside us. "Were you touching Miss Lane's
. . .sorry . . . Kelly's cunt?" Her teacher doesn't seem shocked by Holly's
use of the "C" word. I didge the question. M & M swim over to us.

"I'm getting cold," I say, hoisting myself up on the edge and standing. All
three girls stare up at us with expressions of . . . well not quite
adoration, but certainly with interest. Kelly stands up and together we
collect all the discarded garments from the grass. We go over to where the
table and chaise lounges are, in the shade of a big tree. I put the dresses
on the table and carefully fold Maia's pale blue knickers and Morgan's
white ones, pressing them against my cheek. Kelly laughs. We start to dry
ourselves with big bath towels.

"So you appreciate knickers too, huh?" She picks up Holly's pink ones and
holds them up. "Someone pulled the bow, look." The split front gapes wide,
the two ribbons hanging down. "I wonder who it was." We sit and sip our
wine until the girls climb out of the pool and I fold Holly in a towel and
rub her body all over, pressing my hand between her legs. I no longer care
if M & M see, we're all complicit. Kelly does the same, first with Morgan,
then with Maia, her own hand lingering between the girls' thighs, until
they step away and sit on their respective lounges.

"So, girls," Kelly asks, "Who pulled the bow?" M & M look at each other,
grinning.

"We both did," says Maia. "We each took an end of the ribbon and slowly
pulled it until the bow came undone and then we spread her knickers open
and looked at her cunt." Is Holly blushing, or is it my imagination?

"Oh, my God!" Kelly breathes. "That must've been so exciting. I wish I'd
been there."

"We could re-enact it." I can hardly believe I'm saying it. It's one thing
to have my own preteen daughter fooling about with other kids, but Kelly is
a grown woman, a lesbian to boot and I cold be starting something that
might get out of hand. I expect Holly to be reluctant, a bit shy perhaps,
but she eagerly agrees. I pick up her knickers and carefully tie the bow,
making sure the two edges are firmly together, then hold them open for her
to step into. She slowly pulls them up her thighs.

"Let Kelly pull the bow," she says. "Maia, Morgan, you guys have had your
turn."

"Yeah," I agree. "Go for it, Kelly!"

She drops to her knees in front of my daughter and we all stare as she
slowly tugs on the bow. We watch breathlessly as the knot slowly comes
undone and Kelly reaches with her fingers and spreads the gap wide,
revealing my little girl's cunt in all its glory. Holly smiles at us, then
as Kelly leans back out of the way, she spreads the gap even wider with her
own fingertips, gazing down at herself, then just as we think we've seen it
all, she spreads her cunt lips, deliberately displaying the pinkness
inside. Kelly sits back on her heels transfixed. Holly looks up at
her. "D'you like my cunt?"

"Oh, my God, it's heavenly!" Kelly gasps, her face flushed with excitement.

Holly steps over to me and I carefully re-tie the bow, closing the gates of
heaven. "Always leave them wanting more," I whisper to her.

"Jesus, I nearly came," Kelly murmurs to me. "It's no good denying it, I
think your little girl's adorable."

I lean in close and quietly ask, "Have you ever touched her in the gym
class? No that I'm complaining, but you'd be taking a helluva risk."

"Oh, the occasional accidental touch, nothing that could be construed as
inappropriate." She keeps her voice low so the girls can't hear.

"They don't mind?"

"No. I think some of them have crushes on me." I feel a surge of jealousy.

"Does Holly?"

"If she wants to tell you, then she will."

"If you ever think about retiring, let me know. I want your job." She
laughs.

I pick up Maia's blue knickers and hold them for her to step into, but
Morgan gets there first. "Maia and I are gonna swap knickers," she says.

"We are?" says Maia. "Okay, if you want to." I pull the knickers up
Morgan's legs and then hold her knickers for Maia. She pulls them all the
way up to form a distinctive camel toe. Then I take Kelly's silk tap pants
and look at her. She reads my mind and nods. I pull them on. All four of
them make appreciative noises. Kelly tells me I can keep her tap pants as a
gift, then takes my knickers and dons them.

"You're the only one wearing your own knickers," I say to Holly.

She murmurs something which might be, "Not for long," then adds, "Let's go
to my room." The girls run indoors and upstairs.

"Let's go to my room," I say, echoing my daughter, taking Kelly's hand.

Upstairs, Kelly takes me in her arms and kisses me, her tongue deep in my
mouth. I melt, my knees feeling weak. She puts her hand down between my
legs, pressing her fingers against the silk covering my cunt and rubbing up
and down.

"I love the feeling of smooth silk on my cunt," I tell her.

"Let me feel your cunt." I don't wait for permission before putting my hand
between her thighs and we both stand there, masturbating each other through
our (or each other's) panties. Then Kelly slides hers off and falls back on
the bed, her legs spread invitingly. I sit beside her. "Let's talk," I
say. She looks disappointed for a second but then nods at me.

"You like Holly, don't you?"

"Isn't it obvious?"

"What do you get up to during gym lessons?"

"The best is before and after the lesson. I watch them changing, taking off
their dresses and pulling their little knickers down. Holly is the best of
all because she puts on a deliberate display for me, standing naked,
letting me see her cunt, until she has to put her leotard on, and then
after the lesson, I alway manage to be close to her when she takes it off
and takes her sweet time getting dressed. She's always last to leave the
changing room and I always hope for a few seconds alone with her but the
next class always comes in before anything can happen."

"So she does have a crush on you?"

"Yes, but don't tell her I told you."

Now I come to the crux of the matter. "If you were given a free hand, what
would you like to do to my daughter?" Her face shows surprise, then lights
up.

"I'd do anything she'd want me to, anything that would make her
happy. What's this leading to?"

"Be specific. I wanna hear you say it."

"Well, I'd kiss her on the lips and then her nipples and then all over her
body."

"Including her cunt?"

"If she'd let me, yes. And maybe even rim her little brown rosebud."

"Would you touch her?"

"Oh, yes, I'd caress her from head to toe and yes, I'd finger her cunt, and
maybe gently probe inside. I'd be watching her reaction and if she showed
any reluctance, I'd immediately back off."

"And what would you let her do to you?"

"To me? Cuddle, kiss, squeeze my tits and nipples, finger my cunt, suck on
my clit, anything at all. I'd tell her to do anything she wanted to,
absolutely anything, however kinky."

"You forgot one thing. You'd want to make her cum."

"Is she old enough?"

"I don't know. You'll have to find out."

"So you're gonna let me . . ."

Before she can finish, I interrupt. "There's one condition. First you have
to let me suck on your gorgeous clit and make you cum." She holds her arms
out invitingly, but I slide off the bed, kneel between her legs and pull
her knickers off, burying my face in them and inhaling deeply. She puts her
hands on the back of my head and pulls me into her. My lips press hard
against hers then my tongue searches out her clit and fences with it for a
few seconds, then I take it in my mouth and suck hard. It's like giving a
blow job to a little dick. I suck in and out rapidly and hear her start to
gasp and groan and feel her hips pushing up against me. I stretch my arms
up to reach her tits, fondling them and pinching her nipples tightly. Her
groans become little cries, then long hard moans until suddenly she
screams, thrusting her hips high and clamping her thighs round my head. I
give one last long suck, knowing she's cumming, and hold it in my mouth
until I feel her relax.

"Oh, Jesus fuck! Holy shit! You fucking gorgeous bitch, I' ve never cum
that hard before. Now let me do it to you."

"Oh, no," I say, wiping my wet face with the discarded panties. "Now you
have to do it to Holly." Her flushed face lights up with joy.

"Why are you doing this?"

"I want Holly to be gay. I know I don't have any control over her sexual
orientation, but it won't hurt if she knows the delights of gay sex. I'm
putting her in your hands. I trust you, Kelly." I stand up. "I'm going to
get her. I may be a few minutes. Leave this door open and just lie there,
like that, legs nice and wide, hands behind your head, okay?" She nods. I
take a last look at her, speadeagled on my bed, her swollen cunt lips
dripping with juice. The smell of sex is overpowering. I leave and go out
on to the landing.

I knock on Holly's door. There's a pause, then the door opens a crack and
Maia pokes her head round it. "Can I come in? I need to talk to you guys."
There's another pause with some whispering and then she opens the door wide
and I step in. Holly is lying on the bed, her panties still on, but with
the bow untied and the front spread wide open. Morgan is sitting on the far
side of her and Maia regains her seat on this side.

"What were you guys doing to my daughter?" I ask giving them an encouraging
smile.

"They were feeling me all over," Holly says, grinning.

"Who pulled the bow this time?"

"We both did!" crowed M & M.

"And I bet you touched her muffin, you bad, bad girls. I'm gonna have to
spank you but not tonight. Next time you come over, I'm gonna take you both
over my knee, lift your dresses, pull your knickers down and spank your
bare bums." They giggle.

"Promise?" they say.

"She will," Holly says. "She does it to me. It's kinda fun."

"Listen, my darling," I say, "Kelly is on my bed waiting for you. I know
you like her."

"We all do," says Morgan. Maia nods in agreement.

"And she likes me," Holly says. "In the changing room when we have gym, she
watches us getting dressed and undressed, so I give her a little
encouragement."

"A strip tease?"

"Sort of."

"Of course you do. That's who you are, you little tease." I lean over and
tie the little pink bow. "Kelly can have the pleasure of pulling it again,"
I say. "Go to her, Holly. Let her be nice to you, my darling." She eagerly
leaps off the bed and goes to the door.

She turns and says, "Thank you, Mom." And then she's gone.

I lie down in the space she vacated with the girls either side of
me. "Now," I say, "You have to do to me all the things you were doing to
Holly. It's a rule." They giggle.

"Your knickers don't have a bow," Morgan observes.

"Well, you'll just have to take them off, but first, give me your hand." I
take her wrist and guide her hand down between my legs. "See how nice and
smooth the silk is. Ooh, that feels nice!"

"They're wet," she says, lifting her hand to her face and sniffing. "And
they smell of sex." Maia takes the opportunity to put her own hand down
there and caresses me through the wet silk. Then she boldly pulls one leg
of the tap pants aside and gazes at my dripping wet cunt.

"You have such big floppy lips, Misty. Are our cunts gonna be like that?"

"Exactly."

"Let's get a look," says Morgan, and I lift my hips as she tugs the panties
down my legs, takes them off my feet and hold them up for inspection, then
buries her face in them. I'm amazed that a little girl of eleven could be
excited by knicker sniffing, but then again, these two little darlings seem
to be quite precocious.

"Did you kiss Holly's cunt?" I ask.

"We were going to, but you interrupted us," says Maia.

"Did she kiss yours?"

"No," says Morgan. "We were too busy playing with the bow and just touching
her cunt with our fingers. She really liked it. We wanted to save the
kissing until she got really excited so that then she'd want to kiss ours."

"Have you two kissed each other's muffins?"

They laugh. "Of course. That's what all the fuss was about in the school
bathroom. We were pretending to be lesbians, licking each other. It was so
fun."

"I think we are lesbians already," says Maia. "Cunts are so exciting."

"What about tits? D'you like my tits? They're kinda small but they don't
droop and I never need a bra. Look at my nipples, so nice and big. You can
touch them if you like." In a flash, they're all over me, caressing my
breasts, squeezing them gently, sucking and nibbling on my nipples and I
lie back, drowning in pleasure.

"Kelly has tits like mine," I say. "I imagine Holly's sucking on them right
now."

"Holly has a huge crush on Miss Lane," Morgan announces.

"And Miss Lane has the hots for her," says Maia. "She always watches when
Holly gets changed for gym. Her eyes practically pop out of her head."

"Does she watch you guys, too?"

"She watches everyone, but Holly's her favorite." I try to picture a whole
class of eleven year old girls getting undressed, sliding their little
knickers down before pulling on their leotards and creating perfect camel
toes. I can feel my cunt dripping.

"Now, girls, scoot down the bed and get a nice close look at my cunt and
then you can pretend I'm Holly and do whatever you like to me."

Grinning, they reposition themselve and then I feel little fingers touching
me, exploring the folds of my cunt, parting my lips and probing inside. My
excitement is building. This is the first time I've let my cunt be touched
by a little girl since I was a teenager and now I have two of them. My
inner paedophile is raging!

"Who wants to make me cum?"

"Me! Me!" they squeal.

"Maia, you go first. Touch my clit. Oh my God, you're setting me on
fire. Take it between you first finger and thumb and squeeze it. Now, kiss
it! Oh, yes, do that with your tongue. Pheeew! I'm gonna explode! Put your
lips round it and suck hard. Aaaagh, I'm gonna cum. Oh fuck, Maia, I'm
cumming, I'm cumming!" My orgasm explodes, waves of delicious shock
coursing through my whole body. Maia keep her lips on my clit, still
happily sucking away until I relax and lift her head from between my
legs. "Oh, my sweet darling, you made me cum. It was incredible. I was in
heaven!"

Morgan looks on, clearly jealous that her friend is getting all the
attention. "Now it's your turn, Morgan. I want you to see how many fingers
you can get inside me, okay?" I look down to see her push two, then three
fingers into me, her palm uppermost. "Curl your fingers,"I say and she
touches my G spot and I let out a gasp. I know I'm gonna cum again
soon. Then she pushes the little finger in alongside the others, pushing
her hand in and out and rotating it. Her whole hand is dripping with my
cunt juice. "Fold your thumb into your palm and push your hand into me," I
tell her.

"My whole hand? Isn't it gonna hurt?" One of the endearing things about
little girls is that their hands are so small.

"No. Push as hard as you like. If a baby can come out of there, your hand
will go in. Go on, push!" I'm so wet that no lubricant is needed. "Push
harder!" Suddenly, her little hand slides right inside me up to her
wrist. She gasps with astonishment and I groan with ecstacy. "Make a fist,
Morgan, oh yes, that feels so good! Pump it in and out. Fuck me! Fuck me!"
Maia's eyes are huge as she watches her friend's hand disappearing into my
cunt, past the wrist, halfway up her arm. My orgasm builds again. "I'm
gonna cum, my sweet darling, keep fucking me! Don't stop until I tell you."
Once again, the wave of lust breaks over me, sending me into outer space,
drowned in pure love for these two little angels. I let Morgan keep fist
fucking me for the ten or fifteen seconds it takes for my orgasm to
subside, then I tell her that it's over, she's sent me to heaven and now
I'm exhausted. She gently pulls her hand out with a slurping noise and
looks at it with awe, then looks disbelievingly at my cunt. I lie there, my
stretched cunt gaping as they stare at it and I let them look, revelling in
their attention.

Morgan looks at Maia. "Wow, we both made her cum! How cool it that."

"That's what I like about little girls, you have such small hands. Now it's
time for you girls to cum. Will you do something for me? I wanna watch you
lying head to toe, licking each other." Their faces light up and I move
over to the edge of the bed to give them room. They lie end to end on their
sides and lift their upper legs to provide access, then their heads are
buried and I can see little tongues probing and licking, little fingers
assisting and darling little cunts being assaulted and surrendering. I prop
myself up on one elbow, gazing at them, realizing that yes, I'm gay, but
now I've become a total paedophile, that from now on I'll always want my
sex partners to be younger, certainly not older than early teens, perhaps,
twelve, eleven, or even ten. How young will I go? I don't care how young,
as long as she can be sexually aroused, I wanna be the one to teach her the
thrills of girl sex. Then I think of Holly.

The girls are to preoccupied with each other as I slide off the bed and
slip out on to the landing. I quietly open my bedroom door and peer
inside. My heart misses a beat! Holly has straddled Kelly's head, sitting
on her face, her own body lying on that of her gym teacher, her fingers
playing with her swollen cunt lips and enormous clit. From time to time,
she lowers her head to lick the juice dripping down her perineum and suck
on the engorged clit. My girl looks up and sees me. I don't see any shock
or shame or embarrassment on her face, just perfect happiness. I put my
finger to my lips to signal her to stay quiet and I sit on the side of the
bed, careful not to transmit my presence to Kelly. I watch for a few
minutes, feeling my excitement build, until Holly sits up and grins at
me. I take her wrist, carefully move her hand away from Kelly's cunt and
replace it with my own fingers. I use all my gay expertise to arouse my
daughter's lover, exploring, stroking, pinching, probing, retreating and
advancing, every thing I know to stimulate her. Kelly is grunting and
groaning like a porn star, but I know she's not faking it. Suddenly her
hips thrust upwards and I take my hand away and Holly immediately takes
over, rubbing her fingertip round Kelly's huge swollen clit. She lets out a
long high cry, then slumps, her body almost lifeless. Holly lifts herself
off Kelly's face and rolls sideways, then swivels round to lie beside her,
her head on her chest.

"Jesus, Holly, you just made me cum!" Then she opens her eyes and sees
me. "How long have you been there?" she asks.

"Couple of minutes. Hope you don't mind. I just wanted to see how Holly was
getting on."

She laughs. "Holly was getting on just fine, the little sex fiend. She
can't get enough of my cunt."

Holly grins. "And you can't get enough of mine. She made me cum, Mom. She
licked my cunt until I came, then licked it some more." She lifts her head
and looks at Kelly adoringly. "I love you," she says. "I'm totally head
over heels in love with you."

Kelly hugs her. "And I love you too, my darling."

"How are M & M doing?" Holly asks.

"Lying head to tail, the last time I saw them, furiously eating each
other's cunts. They've decided that they're lesbians already."

"Me, too, Mom. I'm a fucking lesbian." There's a shit eating grin on her
face. "From now on, I'm gonna lick every cunt I can get my hands on."

"Including your Mom's" asks Kelly, archly.

Holly hesitates. I help her out. "It would be a way of showing how much you
love me."

"But I love Kelly!"

"I wouldn't be jealous,"says Kelly. "I can't be with you all the time, my
sweet."

I stand, then kneel back on the bed, swinging my leg over both of them, my
cunt just inches from my daughter's face. "All you have to do is say 'no'."

She gazes at my soaking wet cunt, inhales through her nose, then smiles at
me. Her hands go on my hips and she pulls me down on to her darling angel
face.

The End

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