Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

An Unexpected Visitor

By Cheryl Taggert

By the time that night rolled around, we had engaged in various forms of sex, even making a daisy-chain where I was licking Trish, who was licking Christy, who was licking me. As we were making oral love to each other, we switched places where each of us was licking the one who had been licking us. It was fun and very erotic. I’d had these fantasies for a long time, but I’d never imagined I would be so lucky as to have two little ones in bed with me–little ones who were more than eager to try everything I suggested since my suggestions so far had resulted in such good feelings.

Finally, it was time for bed. I wasn’t ready for sleep yet, but it was near 10:00, and Christy and Trish needed their sleep. Still, there was one thing we hadn’t explored yet. It was the one thing I was unsure about because it involved the anus, and little girls can be SO disgusted with anything to do with that area of the body. But what a wonderful erogenous zone! My mouth was watering to get my tongue on those lovely rosebuds! While I had touched Christy’s little flower while eating her, I don’t think she had been aware of it exactly, so involved was she in the sensations that were flooding her body at that time.

So as I tucked them in, I decided to go for broke. After all, the worst they could do was look disgusted.

Which of course, they did. But I didn’t stop with the suggestion. I knew I’d have some convincing to do before I began, and I’d decided how to handle it already.

I’d put them to bed in my king-sized bed — naked of course — and sat on the edge of the bed to kiss them goodnight and start the conversation about their butts.

After kissing them for several minutes, I asked them if they knew about that other spot on the body that when licked and played with felt almost as good as having their pussies licked and played with. Of course they didn’t, but they were very eager to hear about it.

“Well, it’s a place you might not think is too nice to kiss and lick and play with, but it sure feels good when you do.”

“What is it?!” asked Christy, her gorgeous eyes opening wide.

“Well, both of you close your eyes and spread your legs wide.” They did, but not wide enough. “Pull your knees up to your chest and hold them there.” They did. Checking to see if their eyes were closed, I placed a finger of each hand near their buttholes. Then I moved in and placed my finger on the spot I sought to pleasure.

They both flinched away from my finger and opened their eyes. “That was my butthole!” said Trish.

“I know. That’s the place I’m talking about.”

“Eww!” they squealed in unison and looked at each other in disgust. “That’s where I poop from!” said Christy.

“I know, but it’s clean now from the shower and you haven’t pooped since then, have you?”

“No, but still. My butthole?” said Christy. I thought of informing her I’d already tickled that spot when she came but decided to hold back on that little nugget of information until I needed it.

“Well, if you don’t want to find out how good it feels to have me lick it and play with it, that’s your loss,” I said, getting up from the bed and hoping the ploy would work. After all, if I started and they didn’t like it, I would stop immediately. I just didn’t want them not to try it because of what usually happened down there.

“You mean it feels good?” asked Trish.

“Like when you lick our pussies?” added Christy.

“I think it does, but there’s only one way to find out,” I said, raising my eyebrows to hint what had to be done to learn if they liked it or not.

“Do we have to lick and play with your butthole too?” asked Christy.

“Honey, you only have to do what you want to do. I won’t say I wouldn’t like for you to, but I’m not going to force you to do anything you don’t want to do. Ever. Have you both liked what we’ve done so far?”

They both nodded.

“Do you think I would do anything to hurt you?”

They shook their heads–a definite NO.

“Do you think I’m trying to trick you into doing something that doesn’t feel good?”

Vigorous head shaking–absolutely not!

“Well, then, are you willing to at least try it to see if you like how it feels?”

They looked at each other, probably checking to see if the other was willing. I could see it in their eyes they didn’t want the other to think they were “weird” for letting me rim them, though they didn’t know the term for it, of course. The decision made, they looked at me and said “Okay” together.

“Who’s the lucky and brave one to go first?” I asked, knowing they would fight now for the privilege of being the ‘brave one’. Two hands went up immediately, but Christy’s was just barely ahead of Trish’s. “Okay, Christy’s hand was first.” Trish pouted a bit for losing. “It’s okay, Trish, honey. You can come down and watch me and learn what I’m doing at least.” With that her adventurous spirit was once again restored and she grinned at me.

I had Christy turn over and scrunch her knees under her to raise her butt in the air. My heart was pounding as I looked at the little bubble butt open before me, waiting for me to do whatever I wanted to. I think I was drooling–again.

Trish was quite interested and as I spread Christy’s butt cheeks, she put her face up near Christy’s butt to look at the offered anus. I moved my face down to the puckered jewel and stuck my tongue out just to graze the small ring of flesh. From Christy I heard a sharp intake of breath. I did it again and got the same reaction. Each time her butt also flinched a bit at the wet contact of my tongue, but more or less stayed where it was.

“Feel nice?” I asked.

“Mostly it feels…strange and different,” said Christy. “But I like it.”

“I thought you would. When I was licking you before, I put a finger on your butthole. You were too excited to notice, but I know it was adding to your enjoyment of what was happening to your body.”

“My turn!” said Trish, and I had to laugh. Moments ago they were disgusted by the idea of having their butts licked, and now they couldn’t wait.

“You’ll get your turn, sweetheart. I’ve not even begun with Christy yet.”

Now I moved in and started slathering her anus with my tongue, getting it delightfully wet. I continued this until her hips began to squirm on their own. I heard sighs and moans starting from where Christy’s head was lying sideways on the pillow. After a few minutes, I stopped long enough to ask if she liked it. “YES!” she said and wiggled her butt at me to get me back to licking her butthole.

I looked at Trish, who was nearly in a trance. Then I noticed why. Her hand was busy at her pussy, rubbing herself, masturbating shamelessly before me. I leaned over and kissed her. Without thinking, she kissed me back, tongue and all, her hand still working her tiny clit. Suddenly, she realized she was swiping her tongue along my tongue–the same one that had been licking Christy’s butthole. She pulled back, wide-eyed. “It’s okay, honey. It’s really no different from her lips if she’s clean, and she is.”

“I didn’t taste anything. I couldn’t taste any poop,” she said.

“And you won’t, Honey.”

“Hey! What about me?” asked Christy, her butt twitching around for attention.

With that, Trish looked at me and asked, “You promise?”

I nodded my head, not believing what she was going to do with almost no convincing. “As long as she’s clean, you won’t taste anything.”

Trish leaned forward and after a few tentative licks to verify she wouldn’t taste any poop, she planted her mouth on Christy’s butt. I couldn’t see what was happening, but from the looks of things, Christy was getting a first-class rimming from Trish. She started moaning and grunting again. I left that end of Christy and moved to her head. She saw me there.

“You mean, Trish is–” she panted, only believing it was her because my own mouth was right there in front of her. I nodded and moved to kiss her, putting the tongue that moments ago had been rimming her into her mouth and wrapping it around her tongue. If it occurred to her where my tongue and lips had been moments ago, she didn’t show it. She just kissed me, grunting and groaning into my mouth as our tongues danced and her nine-year-old sister bathed her asshole with her tongue.

Soon, I left Christy there panting and moved down to where I could lick her pussy while Trish licked her butthole. In no time Christy was coming. And hard, especially for one so young.

After Christy had come, she lay there, but Trish was as horny as ever. She moved immediately into position so I could rim her butthole too. I was happy to oblige. I began to tongue and lick her gorgeous butthole and she began to moan immediately. I used my fingers on her pussy, rubbing the smooth skin and plunging my fingers between her labia to stimulate her tiny clit, which was a hard little b-b nestled in the folds at the top of her inner labia.

It didn’t take long until she was thrashing around on my bed, and soon she, too, was coming every bit as hard as her sister had moments before.

When I finished, I looked down at them both. They were tired, but they were not ready for sleep yet. “Can we do that to you too?” Trish asked. Christy looked as if she wasn’t as sure, but she could see that Trish had not only loved having it done but loved doing it too, so she smiled and nodded.

“Yeah, we wanna do you now,” she said.

“Well, who am I to say no to such lovely little girls?”

I lay back and pulled my knees up, exposing my anus and pussy to their delighted gaze. Trish was the first to start licking my butthole, and Christy went after my clit. Soon, though, Christy was nudging Trish out of the way and, with only a second’s hesitation, plunged her tongue onto and into my butthole. Soon, she was rimming me like a pro, and Trish, for the time being, moved to my pussy.

I lay there, looking down at where my pussy and butthole were exposed to the mouths of these sexy little girls. I took time to stare at their pussies, burning the pictures of this moment into my brain for future fantasies that would play as I masturbated to the memories. In a single night, these cherubs had become experts at oral sex. I must be a better teacher than I thought I was. Or they were just naturals at it.

Finally it was all more than I could take. I started coming, and it seemed to last an hour. I was spasming and hunching my body in orgasmic bliss as wave after wave of orgasm coursed through my body. Small body-quakes rolled through my insides as each wave crashed onto the shore of my bliss. I felt my life was perfect now, and the thought occurred to me that I might just move to where these girls lived  and offer my services as a cheap, live-in nanny for this family.

My orgasm reluctantly subsided and suddenly, I too was tired. We lay down on my bed together and fell asleep, wrapped together like a wonderful present to each other, which in some ways we were. I wasn’t aware of anything until I heard my doorbell at 7:30 the next morning.

Expecting it to be my neighbor, who often stopped by around that time to see if I wanted to run with her, I got out of bed, slipped on a small robe, and went to answer the door. As I opened it I was saying, “Darla, I’m not up to it this–” and stopped mid-sentence. It wasn’t my neighbor Darla. It was Terri, the mother of Christy and Trish–the two lovely nine-year-olds lying naked in my bed and smelling of sex. In fact it occurred to me that I, too, probably reeked of pussy. I thought for a moment I was going to faint. I had provided her my address, of course, and apparently she had somehow found it.

A hundred explanations zipped through my mind but none of them would be good enough to explain why two little girls were sleeping in my bed, naked, and smelling of pussy. I thought of using the excuse “they had a nightmare,” but realized how ridiculous that would sound–two girls having a nightmare at the same time, and why would having a nightmare involve sleeping naked with a woman who was also naked, or at least had been before putting on the sorry excuse for a covering I had grabbed in my haste.

Terri saw the look on my face, and her look of apology instantly turned into one of confusion and curiosity. I must have looked very shaken. In fact I was shaking. I wondered if she would kill me when she almost certainly figured out what had happened last night. I actually felt bad she might end up in prison for something I started. Then I realized if she didn’t kill me, I would certainly end up in prison.

“What is it?” she asked. “Is something wrong? Are the girls alright?!”

“I um…. I mean… uh….” It was all I could think of to say, which of course meant I couldn’t think of anything to say at all. My brain was too busy flashing my life before my eyes.

Looking oddly at me, her eyes registering an unknown fear, she moved sideways to the hallway, turned, and walked down toward my room–and the guest room I had with the untouched bed. And as Terri went to my room to see the evidence of what her daughters and I had done the previous night, I did what anyone would do. I sat on my sofa and began to cry. She stayed in my room for some time, longer than I would have thought she would once she saw the naked, sleeping little girls who must have reeked of sex. While she was back there, I began to imagine all sorts of terrible things. Headlines that blared, “Local Babysitter Caught in Sexual Tryst with Twin NINE-YEAR-OLD Girls!” Yes, the girls’ ages would certainly be in all caps. I could see myself in prison, being hated by many of the mothers there who were incarcerated with me. “Here’s what I’d do to you if you’d done that with MY daughter!” and the homemade knife would come out and the blade would disappear into the soft flesh of my belly. My life was over. I seriously began to consider beating my prison-mate to the punch and just killing myself.

I could hear nothing from the bedroom. I awaited the sound of the voices of Christy and Trish, as they woke up to Terri’s questions about what had gone on there last night, and the girls would be too scared to even attempt to lie.

But I heard nothing. And the longer the silence went on, the more frightened I became.

I continued crying, not looking around or even being aware of where I was. Just crying and sobbing by now. I was afraid Terri would kill me, and I was afraid she wouldn’t.

Finally, I felt a presence near me and I looked up, expecting Terri to be holding a weapon of some kind. A gun if she had one, a knife from my kitchen if she had no weapon of her own. (Odd what your mind creates in such times of extreme stress.) What I did see stunned me so much my sobs turned to quiet weeping in a heartbeat. Terri did not have a gun; she did not have a knife. She was crying herself. At first I wondered what she was crying about, and then I realized she was heartbroken over what I had done. She was trying to come to grips with the fact that I had violated her precious daughters, and precious they were. And she was almost certainly planning how she would kill me and would rightfully be able to claim temporary insanity.

I waited for her to begin screaming at me. I was suddenly aware that I could hear the sound of the air flowing through the vents from my air conditioner and the birds outside chirping merrily in their ignorance of what had happened. I seemed to be able to feel every inch of material where my butt met the sofa. And I was painfully aware of the smell of pussy that seemed to saturate me and the air around me.

Again, I waited for the screams to begin. Guilt that matched the power of my orgasms the night before washed over me.

“I’m sorry… so sorry,” I cried, praying she would somehow understand.

What happened then seemed to happen in some sort of underwater dream, as if reality had split away from the fabric of my world, leaving an alternate reality behind that seemed as impossible as it was real.

Instead of screaming at me, she came over and sat softly on the sofa beside me. She was still crying, of course. It had only seemed like an eternity since she came out of my bedroom where her naked and now sexually experienced daughters slept in blissful ignorance of what had developed, much like the songbirds who were still singing outside my window. It had really only been a few seconds since her return from the scene of the crime.

Her breath hitched into her lungs as if she was trying to breathe through a blockage. She looked at me, tears flowing freely down her beautiful cheeks. I suddenly realized her hand was on my knee, then my thigh. Then her lips were on mine. To say I was shocked would be like saying the surface of the sun was a little warm. I was in complete confusion, but my lips and tongue knew what to do on their own as I returned the kiss. Then I felt her hand on my pussy. Her fingers played in the soft, fleshy folds of my sex, coaxing juices from my vagina I thought I’d used up last night onto the surfaces that felt so good to be touched and fondled. Her pinky finger moved to my butthole and began to play with my rosebud, which only served to make me hornier, as well as more confused. I couldn’t figure out what had happened and what was happening. Was she tricking me? Was she going to suddenly change into a vengeful mother seeking retribution for what had been done to her nine-year-old twins?

Then it hit me.

What she’d seen in my bedroom had turned her on. It had turned her on a lot, based on the reaction I was the beneficiary of. She wasn’t going to kill me after all; she was going to fuck me to death, maybe, but she wasn’t going to kill me.

She moved a bit and, taking my hand, placed it on her butt. I could feel the softness beneath the thin, cotton skirt she wore. As I slid my hand over the softness, I realized she wasn’t wearing panties, either that or she had some kind of new panties that not only had no panty line, but was so discreet you couldn’t even feel the elastic edges of them, and if she did, I wanted some of those. My hand moved beneath the material of the skirt and I realized what I’d known without realizing it: she was sans panties. I wondered if she always went around in short skirts with no panties. She’d seemed, well, nice, but practical. She didn’t strike me as the kind of woman who would traipse around town in a short skirt and no panties, especially given the stiff ocean breezes that were nearly constant this time of year. She’d be flashing everyone who came within 100 feet of her. Where the hell were her panties? She had to have been wearing them when she arrived.

I stopped thinking about this riddle and concentrated on the beautiful woman who was doing her best to seduce me, though she didn’t have to try very hard at all.

I began to remove her clothes as we kissed with a heat so intense I thought we might burn ourselves. When we were naked, we moved immediately into a hot, humping, horny sixty-nine. I could tell she’d done this before. She was just too good. And women don’t simply decide on the spur of the moment to practically rape another woman they barely knew, though one cannot rape the willing, especially the VERY willing. After all, she was extremely beautiful, though she didn’t have what would be called classic beauty. Her nose was slightly turned to the right instead of a streamlined and perfectly formed nose. Her eyes were fairly ordinary, actually. I mean sometimes I see a woman and I recognize that her eyes are her best feature immediately. But Terri’s eyes were just–eyes. Nice ones, but nothing to stop the presses of the latest fashion magazines over. But still, she had a beauty about her. She was pretty, in a girl next door sort of way. She obviously kept herself in shape, but there was a slight “pooch” to her belly, probably from pregnancy. But none of these things mattered. What did matter was what secrets she had been hiding about her feelings for her daughters, and what we were doing at that moment. And what we were doing was making love to each other. She was loving me, physically and spiritually, and I was loving her in the same way.

I buried my face in her pussy, drinking up her juices as if they were life’s finest wine—which they basically were. My fingers sought her butthole and played with it, teasing it and soon I had pushed a finger inside to tease the tender flesh just inside her flower. Her pussy smelled and tasted so sweet that I recalled her daughters’ pussies and how they’d tasted so delicious and the thought, “Like mother, like daughter” came to mind.

And the suddenness of the change in my fortunes was incredible. I felt as if I’d just died and was taken to the gates of Hell just before a bunch of angels jumped out and yelled, “SURPRISE!” and whooshed me into Heaven. The surprise was that complete.

Soon we were each bucking strenuously against each other’s mouth, seeking release. I had come several times the night before and I figured she had as well since sex with each other was, after all, the reason she and her husband had hired me in the first place. I felt the climb up the mountain begin as my orgasm advanced. My body seemed to be saying, “YES, OVER HERE!” at its approach. I could tell Terri was about to come as well, and soon that’s exactly what we did.

As we were coming, I noticed that we each were doing our best to be quiet, as though to make sure the girls didn’t hear us and discover us together and ruin our secret. I was not wanting to do the explaining, and I wasn’t sure the girls would be so happy about this development. After all, it’s not every day you learn your mother is into sex with other women—or little girls for that matter, since that was what had precipitated our lovemaking. Then again, maybe they would be thrilled. Who knows?

After we’d both come, she lay with her head in my lap and told me her story.

“I can’t believe I’ve found someone I can tell this to, but based on what I saw, you and I are very much alike in at least one important way. We both get sexually turned on by little girls. And God help me, I’ve lusted after my daughters since they were four. Maybe even before that. I used to masturbate when the girls breastfed, even when their nursing became painful after the long sessions needed to feed them both. I would get so turned on from that. I would get my juices on my fingers and smear them on my nipple for them to suckle. Then I would smear some on their little pussies and play with them. They seemed to love that, so I convinced myself I wasn’t doing anything wrong since they enjoyed it so much. They are my daughters, and I wanted them to be happy, and that seemed to make them happy. I know it did me. Sometimes I would smear pussy juice on both nipples and have one on each breast while I masturbated myself and them. They didn’t have orgasms, though I usually did after finishing with them, but they would just be so at peace, calm. Those touches soothed them. When they became old enough to where I thought they might remember what I did, I stopped, but not because I wanted to. I finally had to get Jim to bathe them, claiming it got me down in the back to do it, but the truth was I so wanted to rub their little pussies when I bathed them. I wanted to rub them, fondle them, and…kiss them, and…put my tongue inside their little mounds.

“Then I saw them in your room and I instantly knew what had happened. I saw your guest room door was open, but the bed unused. I saw they were naked in your bed. I leaned over and sniffed their mouths and the sweet aroma of pussy juice was definitely there. The smell was on you when I came through the door, though it wasn’t until I had started down the hall that I recognized it. That’s when I knew. You’d done with my darlings what I’d wanted to do for so long. I was jealous. And I was instantly horny. Maybe hornier than I’ve ever been before. You probably noticed I wasn’t wearing panties. They’re on the floor beside your bed. I pulled them down and let them fall to my feet, and I stood there and masturbated over their naked bodies until I came. But that wasn’t enough. I wanted everything. I wanted you, of course. I wanted you the moment I saw you yesterday. I also wanted my girls. I wanted what you’d had with them. I still do, but I’m afraid. What if they are shocked by what I want to do with them? What if they can’t respect me as their mother anymore? What if they tell someone?”

“I doubt seriously that they’d tell anyone,” I said, my first words, other than my frightened apology, since the stammering gibberish I’d greeted her with at the door.

“How do you know that?”

“Because. Then they’d never get to do that again with each other, you, or even me. They LOVE it. And when I say they love it, I mean it’s the best thing in the world to them. If they knew that telling someone would end the fun, they would keep their juicy secrets to themselves and each other and nobody else.”

“You’re sure?” And suddenly, I was. The two little ones in my room were going to love the fact their mother wanted to do the same things to them we did last night.

“Very.” We were silent for a moment. She sighed a few times, obviously wondering how they would take the news that their mother wanted to make love with them.

Finally, I broke the silence. “Why did you come over?” I was very curious about that.

“I thought you three might want to go out for some breakfast. Jim was out for the count and I was wanting to eat something.” She giggled lightly. “And boy, did I eat!”

I felt some motion, small and secret, and looked down at Terri’s lap–where her hand was softly masturbating. The movements were gentle, unhurried, but I could tell they wouldn’t be for long. Terri seemed insatiable. And suddenly I realized she wasn’t the only one. I, too, was getting hot again. I leaned down to kiss her to start another lovemaking session when I heard another noise that let me know we weren’t the only two females enjoying each other. I heard a moan from my bedroom. Then a gasp. Then I heard Trish say, “Oh, yes! Right there!” This was followed by more moans, and a look of glee from Terri.

“They’re doing it,” she whispered. I could tell by the mischievous gleam in Terri’s eyes–which WERE beautiful after all, it suddenly seemed to me–that she wanted to sneak down the hall and at least listen if not watch.

I smiled in devilish understanding and motioned for her to sit up and follow me. We tiptoed down the hall until we were at the edge of the open door to my bedroom. I peeked around the door and saw they were much too involved to notice us. I motioned for Terri to take a look. Soon, we got up the nerve to enter the room quietly. Christy was licking Trish’s pussy, and Trish was coming with her eyes scrunched closed.

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” Trish uttered with each spasm. I looked at Terri, and smiled at the shocked look on her face. I put my finger to my lips to indicate silence for now and pointed to the floor at the foot of my bed, indicating that Terri should hide there. As Terri got down on all fours and moved smoothly to her place, I moved around the room to where I was standing behind Christy, whose bald little pussy was now staring right at me.

“Hi!” said Trish, grinning at me. “We woke up horny and you weren’t in here, so we did it together. Is that okay?”

“Honey, anything you want to do to each other or me is okay. But there is one thing I need to make sure you understand. You can never tell ANYONE else about this. If you do, I will go to jail, and you two may not be able to see each other again.”

The meaning of my words hit home. They both looked at me with saucer-shaped eyes. “You mean that?” said Christy.

“Definitely. You’re too young to understand, but some people would think what we’ve done is terrible, but it isn’t. They just like to make people feel guilty about what they feel and do. So don’t you EVER feel guilty about this, and don’t EVER tell anyone, either. Otherwise, what I said would happen will happen, and a lot of people would try to make you feel guilty about what we’ve done.”

They both promised me they would never tell a living soul; then I said, “Okay, we’re gonna play a different game. You have to lie back on the bed, shut your eyes, and put a pillow over your eyes so you can’t see anything. Then something wonderful will happen to you. But if you’re peeking, it won’t happen. It’s sort of like when Santa comes at Christmas. If you might see him, he won’t come to your house. So, no peeking, okay?”

They giggled, saying “Okay!” and covered their eyes with the pillows.

I sneaked a peek to see if they were cheating, but they weren’t. I motioned for Terri to quietly get on the bed and have some fun with them. She got up and looked at me with a huge smile before looking at them in absolute amazement. They were hers to do with what she wanted. She immediately bent over and started tonguing her daughter Christy. I could tell by the look of absolute bliss that Terri was in a sort of heaven all her own. I gently lay down to lick at Trish’s pussy. For the moment, Terri was too absorbed in what she was doing to notice, and I was thankful I had one of those mattresses that others on the bed can’t feel motion if you move. The two girls were at least two feet apart on the bed, and I was licking Trish while Terri was licking Christy. Each girl thought I was the one licking her. Soon, Christy began to respond to the loving her mother was giving her. She was twisting and writhing around in ecstasy as Terri pleasured her.

“Lick my butthole,” said Christy. I stopped what I was doing and nodded toward Christy’s butt. Terri, a look of amazed joy on her face, dove in, enjoying the feel of her daughter’s anus against her mouth and tongue.

“What?” said Trish, obviously confused. I realized this wasn’t going to last like this, but that was my plan anyway. I’d just hoped it would go on a bit longer.

“I wanted Cheryl to lick my butthole,” gasped Christy.

“She will when she’s done with me,” said Trish. “You’re so greedy sometimes.”

“Huh?” said Christy and removed the pillow to see what the hell was going on since I couldn’t be licking her asshole and licking Trish as well.

“MOMMY!” yelled Christy, reaching for blankets to cover her nakedness, not grasping the idea that if her mother was the one licking her, she wasn’t in trouble. But then she did grasp it. “Mommy?” she said softly, confused but not disgusted, a smile beginning to form on her beautiful face.

“What?” said Trish, and pulled her pillow off her head. She saw Terri and her eyes grew into full moons. “Uh…we…um…I mean…” She sounded a lot like me about an hour before.

“It’s okay, Muffins. I’ve wanted to do this with you both for so long. Is it okay if we do this too?” Terri looked worried, but not scared. I think like me she already knew the answer.

“YAY!” yelled Christy and threw herself into her mother’s arms. Trish, not to be outdone, threw herself on them and they had a triple hug. Which turned into a triple kiss. Which led to everyone remembering how horny we all were and this led to an orgy.

I leaned over and kissed Terri on that beautiful mouth of hers and looked into her gorgeous eyes. How could I ever have thought she lacked what people would call “classic beauty”?

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