Date: Sun, 16 Mar 2003 16:46:09 EST
From: Chta919@aol.com
Subject: Aunt Lisa's Summer with Jenny, chapter 4

This is the latest chapter in the fictional Aunt Lisa and Jenny. Those
of you who understand the writing of fiction will know that when a memory
device is used to tell a story, it is not supposed to change
points-of-view. I did do this to enhance the effect of the story. So
those of you who might be taking fiction writing classes or something,
keep your opinions to yourself. I felt the effect of knowing Tammy's
viewpoint was essential to the story. Not to mention I thought it was
very erotic. I hope you find that too.

Now if you will just "bare" with me (LOL), I have some things to do here.

I must mention some thanks for information regarding early childhood
sexuality. I had to do some research on this to better present a child's
eye view of sexual response. Thanks to Elley, Cass, Sandy, and Dolores
for your help. Your input was invaluable. And I forget the book I read
years ago in my dad's medical library (he's a doctor) about orgasms in
very young girls. I really did read this and remember that in some
cultures, before European christians got involved with inflicting their
damning views on things, it was considered just fine for parents to
masturbate cranky babies to help calm them so they could sleep.

And of course, thanks to the real Tammy, Jenny, and Emily. And to Emily,
hang in there, girl. Things will get heated for the fictional Emily in
chapter five.

And a special thank you to Lisa, who loves and understands. I love you.


Aunt Lisa's Summer with Jenny
By
Cheryl Taggert
Chapter Four "Youth Movement"

	Lisa went to the phone while the two younger girls took their
shower.  Dialing Cheryl's number she waited for the phone to be answered.
On the fourth ring, it was.
	"Hello," Cheryl's voice sounded winded.
	"Hi, Cheryl.  It's Lisa."
	"Anything wrong?"
	"Well, no.  But I thought I would call and let you know what just
happened.  I caught Jenny and Tammy together."
	There was a pause.  "Caught?"
	"Yes.  Caught.  Together.  As in having girl-girl sex."
	Another pause.  Lisa could tell that Cheryl wasn't sure what to do.
	"I guess I should have a talk with her, then."
	"Well, I think you should come over immediately.  We have a lot to
discuss, I think."
	"But I have Emily.  She can't stay alone."
	"That's okay.  Bring her too."
	"But do you think we can talk with Emily there?"
	"Actually, yes, I do.  I think we can definitely talk in front of
Emily."
	Lisa detected a small, sharp intake of breath.  She knew her intent
had been clear.  Then she heard her tell little Emily to go get dressed.
Of course the child could have been wearing pajamas, but that should not
have been a problem with coming over to her house in the car.  She wondered
what the little girl was wearing.
	On the other end of the line, Cheryl asked her the final question.
"Why do you think it is definitely okay if we talk about catching Jenny and
Tammy together in bed in front of Emily?"
	She obviously wanted to know what Lisa knew.  She wanted the other
shoe to drop.  She wanted the truth to be out in the open so she could deal
with it, Lisa thought, admiring her for that forthright manner.
	Lisa decided to drop the pretense of possibly not knowing the
truth.  "Because Emily has had lesbian sex with Tammy too, and we need to
talk about your role in that."
	"Oh, dear God.  What did Tammy tell you?  It isn`t true.  I didn`t
do anything.  I swear."  She was beginning to cry out of fear and guilt.
	"I think you did.  She says that you seduced her.  And that you
have been having sex with Emily since she was four."
	"Oh, my God!  What are you going to do?  It isn't what you think.
I was lonely.  I needed something.  I didn't mean. . . ."  Excuses tumbled
out of her like rocks down a steep cliff.
	"I'm not going to call the police or family services, if that's
what you mean.  Quite the contrary.  I want to join you three, and so does
Jenny."
	"What?" she gasped.  "You want to...join us?  In bed?"
	"Or in the shower, or the pool, or the living room.  I'm sure there
are more places we can think of."
	Cheryl was thinking.  Quickly.  She couldn't refuse Lisa.  If she
did then Lisa would be able to go to the police.  Of course at that point
Cheryl didn't know that Lisa had already participated in sex with the two
younger girls.  She had only said she wanted to join them.  And as far as
Cheryl knew, thinking about it wasn't a crime.  Once Lisa participated, she
couldn't say anything.  And the thought began to appeal to Cheryl anyway.
She had known she was a lesbian since her husband had run out on her.  And
Lisa was a very attractive lady.  More than once, she had fantasized about
her pretty neighbor.  They were the same age.  And since she'd been having
sex with her daughters, she had longed for an older female.  And here was
Lisa admitting she was a female pedophile too.  She knew women like her
were rare, but other women like her certainly existed.  As luck would have
it, one of them just happened to live on her same street.
	"I'll be right over.  I have to get dressed first."
	Lisa noted the hint of sex in her voice.  The promise of things to
come.
	"I'll be waiting," she said, and hung up.

	Fifteen minutes later, Cheryl, in sweats and a tee shirt, was
sitting in Lisa's living room, downing a stiff drink of vodka.  Emily was
seated on the sofa beside her, wearing her pajamas, which is what she`d
"gotten dressed" into when instructed to do so.  Lisa knew the answer to
the question she wanted to ask, but she asked it anyway.  "Were you two
doing things when I called?"
	Cheryl knew that pretending was useless.  If they were going to
start this unusual but erotic relationship, she had to be honest with Lisa
from the start.
	"Yes.  We were just getting started actually."
	"Speaking of starting, how did this get started in the first place?
I'm curious."
	The two girls came downstairs now, dressed in panties and tee
shirts.  Lisa looked at them and indicated they should find a seat.
	"Mom?" asked Tammy, wondering if everything was alright.
	"It's okay, baby.  It's just a good thing that Lisa is like your
mommy or things could be bad," said Cheryl.  Tammy sat beside her mother on
the sofa, opposite Emily.  Jenny came over and sat in her Aunt Lisa's lap.
She knew that they were going to get involved with some sort of sexual
relationship with Tammy's mom and Emily, but she wondered what they were
sitting there for.  Seconds later, Cheryl provided the answer.
	"It all began when my ex, Tammy and Emily's father, Dylan, left me
for another woman.  At first I was devastated.  Then I realized I had never
loved him anyway.  I had always known my attraction for girls was strong.
I began to understand that I was a lesbian.  Sex with Dylan had always been
unsatisfying.  I would sneak into the bathroom and masturbate to visions of
women and little girls after we had sex to satisfy my pent up frustrations.
You couldn't call what we did making love, because there was none to make.
	"Well, I began to notice that when I gave Tammy her bath, I would
soap a rag and use it to wash her little body everywhere.  That included
her little, hairless pussy.  She was only eight then.  I realized, with a
certain amount of shame, that she was old enough to bathe herself.  Emily
was only three and didn't interest me.  Not yet, at least.  But I found
that I would spend more and more time washing Tammy's little vulva.  I
would make sure her little bottom was clean.  Then one day I stopped using
the rag.  I am not sure what made me do that.  It was almost a decision
made without thought.  I just stopped using it and used my bare hand
instead.  Tammy, of course, didn't really notice anything.  All she knew
really was that Mommy spent a lot of time washing her `down there.'  She
even asked me about it one day.  You know, why I spent so much time washing
her little mound.  I told her it was because it was a special place that
held special secrets.  I asked her if she didn't like me cleaning it for so
long and she said that it was fine.  That it felt really nice when I soaped
my hand and cleaned her there.  I could see by the sparkle in her eyes that
she enjoyed it and that it gave her sexual pleasure for me to touch her
there.  She actually had a mischievous smile when she talked about it."
	Cheryl's mind wandered back to that time.  Back to when her older
daughter was eight, and she had taught her many things that eight-year-olds
weren't supposed to know.  She could remember it as if it were this very
night that it had happened.  The first night she'd become overtly sexual
with her eight-year-old daughter.  As she told the story of the past, it
happened in her mind as if it were the present. . . .

	"Mommy, why does it feel like that?" she had asked innocently.
	"Like what?"
	"All tingly.  Does it have to do with the special secret?"
	"Yes, honey, as a matter of fact it does.  Does it feel especially
good when Mommy does this to you?  Does your little mound like that?"
	"Yes, Mommy.  It feels nice."
	"Well, Mommy likes to do this too.  I like cleaning your little
mound.  Your little mound of special secrets."  She began to blush with the
admission of the pleasure she experienced.
	"Do you have special secrets in your mound too, Mommy?"
	"Yes, Precious.  Mommy has lots of special secrets in her mound.
Would you like to see?"  It had been a question that had come unbidden to
her mind.  It was something that seemed the most natural thing in the
world.  But it had been the final step before the seduction of her
daughter.
	"Oh, can I, Mommy?!"  Her eyes lit up with unabashed excitement.
Cheryl had seen sexual thrill in those eyes, as if she had wanted to see
her mother's pussy in the past and was excited at the prospect of finally
getting a good look at it.  It was a sort of naughty curiosity.
	"Well, you must promise Mommy something.  Many people wouldn't like
it if they knew I was showing you my special secrets.  It's like going
pooh-pooh.  We don't talk about it except for between you and Mommy, do
we?"
	"No.  That wouldn't be nice," her beautiful child's face was
serious.
	"Well, our special secrets and how Mommy and you touch them is like
that.  We must never talk about it unless we are completely alone.  Do you
understand, baby?"
	Her daughter had nodded seriously.  "Can I see your special secrets
now?"
	Smiling at her impatience, Cheryl stood and began to undress
herself from the remaining clothes she'd had on.  Nothing but panties and
bra and one of Dylan's old shirts had been covering her.  Soon she was
naked for her little girl, showing off her now pulsing pussy to the
interested gaze of her eight-year-old daughter.
	"Where are the special secrets?" she asked innocently.
	"Inside, Precious.  They are inside, just like with yours."
	"I never saw mine before."
	"They are inside.  Here, look close."  With that she took her labia
and spread them apart.  The sticky, creamy juices that covered her boiling
cunt shone with the reflections of the room's lights.  She pointed to the
small, hooded nub that was her engorged clit.  "You see here?  That is
called Mommy's clit.  It is the center of her special places.  It feels
wonderful when it is touched."
	Tammy spread her little legs wide, knees bent with her feet
touching soles, and looked between her legs at the open, hairless mound
that was now spread apart before her eyes.  She looked at the place where
the clit would be.  Reaching down, Cheryl gently spread her daughter's
inner lips a bit more and began to rub the tiny baby clit.  The reaction
was immediate.  Tammy jumped slightly, tightening her butt cheeks at the
contact as if hit by a tiny jolt of static electricity.  Her eyes widened
as she looked at her mother's hand exploring her inner lips and clit.
	"Do you like that, baby?" asked Cheryl, getting hotter by the
second while masturbating her daughter's tender pussy.
	"Y--Yes," she stammered, eyes still wide.
	"Do you want me to keep doing it?"
	"Yes.  If you want to," she breathed, still watching her mother's
fingers.
	"I'm glad you like this.  I like doing it too."
	"Uh-huh," she was breathing harder.  Obviously she was getting
quite turned on, in spite of her young age.
	Cheryl continued to rub her little daughter's pussy.  Tammy began
to squirm in the tub.  She looked up at her mother.
	"It feels real tingly, Mommy.  My bottom can't seem to stay still."
	"That's okay.  Mommy's bottom can`t stay still sometimes, either."
	Cheryl decided to move things to a dryer place . . . her bed.
	"Stand up, baby.  Mommy wants to dry you off.  Then we can go to
Mommy's room, and if you want we can sleep together tonight even.  What do
you think of that?"
	Standing, the little girl stepped out of the tub and allowed her
mother to towel her dry.  Cheryl spent extra time and care on the girl's
pussy, powdering the lips and rubbing the talc into the soft skin.  Tammy
stood very still as her mother's hands explored her tiny vulva, as if any
movement might make the pleasure stop.
	As Cheryl went through the house, turning off lights and settling
everything for the night, Tammy entered her mother's bedroom and jumped up
on the bed, turning to sit squaw fashion and facing the bedroom door.  Then
looking down, she saw the redness of her inner labia.  She didn't fully
understand what was happening, but she knew she liked the intensely warm
feelings her mother created in her by rubbing that one small area of her
body.  Reaching down, she began to toy with her clit while her mom went
about the house.  She had found that it felt relaxing before while lying in
bed alone, but it had been nothing like this.  She was feeling things she'd
never imagined.  And she found that she loved it.  Without realizing it,
Tammy was becoming a sex addict.  And had she known, she would have loved
that idea, too.
	As Cheryl entered her bedroom, she saw Tammy masturbating her
little, swollen clit.  Without realizing it, Tammy stopped what she was
doing.  By habit she was afraid her mother would say something about
touching herself.  Cheryl came to her, understanding why she had stopped.
	"Honey, you don't ever have to stop doing that when you want to and
we are alone.  Anytime you feel like touching your little clit, you can as
long as nobody else is around but you and me."
	"What about Emily?" the child asked.
	That was a good question.  What about Emily?  Then Cheryl made the
final decision that would affect their lives forever.  "We'll teach her
when she's old enough, and then you two can do whatever you want to your
bodies or each other's.  As long as . . ."  Cheryl paused.
	". . . we are all alone," Tammy finished, smiling.  Cheryl joined
her in her happiness.
	"So go ahead, baby.  Touch yourself if you want to."
	Tammy reached down and began to rub her little clit again.  Cheryl
looked down and saw the redness.  Her little girl, only eight, was quite
horny.  She heard Tammy's breathing change to a bit of a faster pace.
	Cheryl moved to sit facing her daughter.  Keeping her eyes glued to
her baby's pussy and the tiny hand that manipulated it, she began to stroke
her own clit.  She was shocked at the wetness she found there.  She had
known she was horny, but not like this.  She had masturbated only two
nights ago, and already she was nearly beside herself with the need to
come.
	Cheryl noticed her daughter's eyes as they shifted to look down at
her mother's pussy.  Her mouth was agape, seeing into her mother's pussy
for the first time ever, not counting the brief look she`d had out the
inner lips in the bathroom.
	Watching her mother's hands, she increased the tempo of her own
masturbation.  Her hips began to squirm again, rubbing her little bottom
against the covers.  Suddenly she lay back and rested against the bed.  She
was beginning to feel very strange indeed in the area around the little nub
that her mommy had called a "clit."  She heard a moan escape her own lips
and she was surprised at that, too.  Looking at her mommy, she saw that her
mommy's own hands were moving faster over her clit than they were moments
before.  Her mommy had two fingers of her right hand inside a hole that
seemed to lead into her belly.  She knew that was where the baby came out
and it was called a bagina.  The fingers pumped in and out.  Mommy seemed
to be enjoying that a lot.  Mommy's fingers of her left hand rubbed her own
clit area.  Then the fingers came out of the hole and went to her boobies.
They pinched her nipples, making them swell, if that was still possible.
They seemed to be all puckery and bumpy now.
	"Mommy?" she asked breathlessly.  "Do I have a bagina?"
	"VAgina, honey.  Yes, but it isn't open yet.  You have a tiny
flower at the entrance that must be removed first.  We can work on that."
	Tammy`s hands worked on her baby clit.
	"Mommy.  I'm feeling all tingly again.  But it's worse now," she
breathed, "or better," she said after a moment's thought.
	"I know, honey.  That's the special secrets showing themselves.
You like that?"
	"Uh-huh," Tammy grunted.
	Then Mommy began to moan.  Really loud.  Her breathing became
choppy and ragged.  She watched and her mommy's eyes were all glazed over,
but they were still looking at her own hands as she rubbed over her own
little mound.
	Cheryl realized she should explain what was about to happen.  And
maybe get her little eight-year-old daughter to help her some.  She stopped
rubbing long enough to do that.
	"Baby, mommy is going to do something called orgasm.  It means she
will probably moan and maybe yell, but that is because Mommy's secret
pleasure is coming.  That is why it is sometimes called that... cumming.
And it feels too wonderful to keep the sounds in.  Do you want to help
mommy feel really good?"
	"Okay," she said.  Cheryl noticed she was glassy eyed.  She had
read that very young girls could achieve an orgasm, sometimes as young as
three and four.  She wondered if her daughter would be able to do that.  If
not, it was going to possibly be a frustrating time until she did.  For
both of them, because Cheryl wanted it for her badly.
	"Come sit by mommy and suck on her boobies like Emily did when she
was getting milk from mommy."
	"Will I get milk?" she wanted to know.
	"I don't think so, baby.  Mommy is all out of milk now, but you
will like it."  Tammy had always been a little jealous of her baby sister
and the attention she got, not to mention the milk.  On more than one
occasion she had allowed Tammy to drink any excess milk she had from her
breasts.  She remembered now how turned on she had been from that.  Several
times she had nearly cum from the sensations, and she had masturbated a few
of those times as well, once Tammy had finished and found something else to
do.
	Tammy leaned over her mother's breasts and took a nipple into her
mouth.  Sucking, she felt her mother's breathing become irregular once
again.  She looked down the landscape of her mother's belly and watched her
mother's hands massaging the soft flesh between the lips that she had heard
other girls call a pussy.  Tammy marveled at the small patch of hair that
covered the mature mound.  Instinctively, one hand went back to her own
clit as the other one reached for her mother's other breast.  She began to
massage and squeeze both expertly.
	It didn't take Cheryl long to achieve her orgasm.  Her little
girl's mouth on her nipple and watching her baby rub her own tiny slit was
plenty to send her over the edge.  As she stroked her clit and plunged her
fingers into the steaming slit of her vagina, the orgasm built itself from
deep within her body.  It moved into her lower regions first.  Like a fire,
it spread from her clitoris to her vagina, her asshole, her butt cheeks,
her legs and stomach, her breasts and nipples, finally ending at her toes
and scalp.  It was incredible.  She had moaned loudly, thrashing around in
the throes of her newfound ecstasy.  She had made the decision to have sex
with her daughter Tammy, and later with her daughter Emily, and the
decision had been an enormous emotional and sexual release for her.  She
felt she had faced what she really was.  And that self-realization and
acceptance had emerged in the form of an incredible orgasm.
	Tammy continued to rub her baby slit.  In her eight years she had
rubbed it often, noticing the mild sensations.  But those feelings were
much different now.  More intense.  Cheryl, recovering from the explosive
climax, looked at her baby and saw the desperation on her cherubic face.
She knew she would have to help her little eight-year-old achieve an
orgasm.
	"Sweetie, do you want Mommy to help you feel extra special good in
your little pussy?  Do you want Mommy to help you have an orgasm?"
	Tammy noticed that her mother had used the word "pussy."  She felt
it should be okay if she used it.  "Yes, Mommy.  My pussy is sort of
burning.  It feels really strange."
	Cheryl took a certain pleasure from hearing her eight-year-old
daughter use the forbidden word.  The image of the little babyish face
saying such a word was somehow exciting.
	"Mommy knows how to help you, honey.  Do you want that?"
	"Yes," she pleaded with gasping breath and glassy eyes.
	"Lay back," Cheryl instructed, and as her daughter did so, she
positioned herself between her smooth, soft thighs.
	"Grab behind your knees and pull them up while spreading your
legs."
	Tammy did as she was told, anxious for her mommy to make the
burning go away.  She didn't know what horny meant at the time, but if it
had been explained to her, she would have had a perfect image of it.  It
was a burning, throbbing pussy that was urgently waiting to be touched.
	Cheryl looked down at the spread lips of the eight-year-old's
pussy.  They were a dark pink color, almost raw from the rubbing.  A little
moisture covered the dewy inner lips of her bald pussy.
	"Baby, Mommy's going to kiss, lick, and suck your little pussy.  It
will feel better than anything you have ever felt.  Are you ready?"
	The little girl nodded, wondering how something better than
anything she'd ever felt would feel.  In about two seconds, she knew.
	She watched as her mother bent over her and placed her lips to her
spread pussy lips.  She felt her mommy's tongue begin to rub the little
clit.
	The reaction was immediate.  Her little hips began to buck up to
meet the wonderful lips and tongue.  She closed her eyes, then opened them
wide again and looked at her mother's mouth, which was glued to her bald
little pussy.  Mommy had been right.  It was better than anything she'd
ever felt.  That is until she came.  It was then she knew what Mommy had
been talking about.
	She had closed her eyes and concentrated on the wonderful feelings
her mother's mouth created in her pussy.  Then suddenly a feeling began to
sweep through her lower belly.  It began as a tickling sensation in her
pussy.  Then it had quickly increased to an almost electric feeling.  It
felt as if her mother's mouth was an electric wire that had suddenly
touched her, creating shock waves that were unbelievably wonderful.  Her
mind was not sophisticated enough to think these things until later.  But
the sensations registered in her brain, and she immediately fell in love
with them.

	Cheryl came back to the present.  She was in Lisa's living room
once again, telling about the incident that had burned itself into her
memory.
	"We slept together that night, and every night since then unless a
friend of hers stayed over.  Emily joined us a year later."
	As she finished her story, she looked around the room at the faces
of the various females.  They were all very turned on.  From Emily, who had
reached her first orgasm at the age of five, to Lisa, who was the same age
as Cheryl, they were all terribly horny.
	Lisa was massaging Jenny's little cunny, which was on display in
Lisa`s lap because the girl had her legs spread and Lisa had the panties
pulled down to her knees while her hand found sources of pleasure in the
young girl`s pussy.  And Emily had gotten into her older sister's lap as
well.  She was busy playing with Tammy's little breasts while her older
sister rubbed Emily's smooth pussy and dipped a finger into her hairless
little slit as well.
	Cheryl knew that the two girls loved this practice.  Their sexual
relationship had forged a stronger than usual bond between the sisters, and
Emily would frequently sit with her older sister and the girls would kiss
and play with each other's pussy, ass, and breasts (although Emily had
none) until they climaxed, often together.
	Lisa spoke first.  "So you just did the same with Emily when she
was older?"
	"Yes.  When she turned four, I found I couldn't resist anymore.  I
told her that Mommy was going to show her the wonder of her secret
pleasure.  I actually got into the tub with her and Tammy that time.  As it
turned out, though, Tammy had been sneaking into her bedroom for several
months and beginning her own training.  Now, of course, we all sleep in my
King-sized bed."
	"Well, I don't know about you, but I am extremely hot after your
story," said Lisa, "and I think we should start licking some pussies."
	And that was how Jenny's Aunt Lisa and Tammy's mother, Cheryl,
became partners in the practice of female pedophilia.  They both enjoyed
this life so much, not to mention the girls.  As Jenny looked at Cheryl,
who was already removing her clothing, she knew that her summer was going
to be even better than she had ever imagined.
	They all started upstairs to Lisa's bedroom.  "I want to taste that
clean, little pussy of Emily's," said Lisa, laying a claim to Emily first,
and Jenny found that she was just a bit jealous.  But she'd understood.
Anyway, that would allow her to eat Cheryl's pussy.  And that would be
enough.