By Naughty Mommy

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Jesus, what was she doing? How had she ever allowed things to get this far?

“Can I just suck your nipples?” Jordan had asked, seeming so innocent and yet so seductive at the same time. And, god help her, Stephanie had told her yes, she could. Now the child was happily sucking away, nursing like a baby — and there was almost nothing in the world that Stephanie loved so much as having her nipples sucked. It always made her pussy so wet, practically gushing, made her clit throb with excitement. She could just about come that way without doing anything else.

Except she was doing something else. She was masturbating!

As she lay naked in bed in the master bedroom at the condo with a 7-year-old girl sucking her nipples, Stephanie was rubbing her pussy, her fingers wet with her juices, her clit so stiff and sensitive that even the slightest touch made her whole body shake. She was right on the edge, ready to come, but how could she? It was so wrong! How had she ever allowed things to get this far?

In the bedroom next to theirs, the second bedroom, Kelly was masturbating too. She was deeply involved with her sister, Holly, kissing wetly, using their tongues, and the little girl was fondling Kelly’s breasts, playing with her nipples.

Kelly had a hand between her own legs, sliding her fingers into her slippery folds — oh my god, she was so wet! She just knew this was going to make a mess on the sheets, but right now she really didn’t care. It felt so good! She loved kissing, she loved having the girl’s hands on her boobs, and she especially loved rubbing herself, making herself come.

But then Holly asked a question. She ended the kissing for a moment and said, “Kelly?”

“Y-yeah…?” It came out like a croak, Kelly’s voice congested with lust. She was very close to a climax.

“That smell is like, sex, kind of, right?”

“Wh-what do you mean?”

“The smell. You know? It’s like what we smelled, Hailey and me, in the motel with Mommy and Mom when they were doing sex stuff. And last night I smelled it with Stacie too.”

“You did?”

“Uh-huh. I think she was, you know, master-baiting.”

“She was?”

“I think so. I mean, I could smell her and I could sort of tell what she was doing, you know?”

“You could?”

“Yeah, like rubbing herself and everything.”

“Okay.”

“Are you doing that now?”

There was a pause while Kelly decided how to answer. Might as well be honest. “Uh-huh, yeah, I am.”

“Is that the smell?”

“Well, probably,” Kelly chuckled. “I mean, I get pretty wet. And, like, I’m really wet right now.”

“Um, you know what?”

“What?”

“Last night I think I had some too. Some of that stuff. Cuz I put my hand inside my undies and I was wet there.”

“You were? Really?”

“Uh-huh, and I tasted it.”

“Wow…”

“Can I taste yours?”

“You — taste mine??”

“Yeah. So I can see if it tastes like me.”

“God, Holly. Really?”

“Is it okay? Can I?”

—————

A few in the small audience at The Harem had left their seats to get an even closer view of the stunning erotic performance. It was mostly dark in the room, but spotlights in the ceiling illuminated the central action: a mother and her two young daughters — all three nude and locked in an incestuous embrace.

Bambi and Amanda were standing side by side, holding hands and looking on, breathing heavily, licking their lips. Bambi had a hand between her legs, pressing in on her crotch through her clothing. Tina, Amanda’s mother, was just behind the girl, an arm around her. She was rubbing herself against Amanda’s little body, humping her as they watched the illicit sex show.

Angela’s hand was inside Debby’s panties now, a long finger sliding up and down in the girl’s lubricated slit. Debby was panting, her mouth hanging slack as she sat on Angela’s lap with her legs spread wide apart. Her whole body felt heated, like she was in an oven. But it felt really good too. She didn’t want Angela to ever stop what she was doing.

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“You… you want to taste it?” Kelly asked.

Holly nodded, smiling. “Can I?”

“Well, yeah, I guess…”

Kelly wondered for a second what it all meant. Kissing your little sister naked in bed, then masturbating with her, and then sharing the taste of your pussy with her — it was so nasty, so exciting, the kind of thing she’d only dreamed about. And maybe soon they’d be doing even more than that, all of them together, the whole family. Was that really possible? It might be! The thought of that really made her want to come.

“Um, Holly?”

“Yeah?”

“I want, well, I… um, you know what masturbating is, right?”

“I think so.”

“Have you ever done it yourself? Or, like, you and Hailey?”

“Uh-uh, we never have.”

“Okay, well, I want to do it now. I mean, I’ll let you taste me and stuff, if you want to, but is it okay after that, I mean, do you mind if I masturbate while we kiss?”

“No, I don’t mind. But, like, can you show me how?” Holly asked.

“Show you how?”

“Yeah. I mean, last night I could hear Stacie doing it, doing stuff, and I could sort of feel it in a way, but it was dark and I wasn’t looking at her, so I really couldn’t tell what she was doing, you know? But if you show me, then I’ll know how. And I can show Hailey too.”

“Okay, yeah, I’ll show you,” Kelly said as she rubbed her erect clit. She was gonna come so hard tonight!

—————

Gwen and Erin were also now standing near the central action in the club, as were Paige and Fiona. Each of the girls had their hands inside their panties, unashamedly rubbing themselves while Tina continued humping Amanda from behind. Eve and Sheila and Bridget were still seated, but all three were masturbating and getting very close to orgasm.

The three performers were almost there too.

The woman, Hafsa, was licking and sucking her teenage daughter’s pussy. Rana was licking her little sister’s pussy, and Azra was licking her mother. The child, lying on the bench, was the first to reach climax. She began to squirm and squeal and soon was shaking almost uncontrollably. Rana kept her mouth fastened over the girl’s pussy for as long as she could, trying to extend the orgasm, but then her own climax struck and she lost the ability to do anything but react. Her lithe body shuddered. She gasped and moaned.

Hafsa had a firm grip on Rana’s hips, pulling the young teen’s pussy against her face. She sucked and licked, her tongue going everywhere, eating the girl. Rana cried out, coming again and again in her mother’s mouth. Not until Hafsa was certain that she had milked very last bit of orgasm from Rana did she let her go. The teenager slumped to the floor behind the woman, still moving gracefully somehow, with her eyes closed. Her body continued to shake occasionally with residual aftershocks.

And now Hafsa concentrated on her own needs. After taking a deep breath, she said something in a foreign language, speaking mostly to herself apparently. Leaning forward, she put a hand between Azra’s legs, touching her hairless pussy. The girl was still wet from being licked by Rana and from coming in her mouth. Hafsa slowly inserted a finger into the child’s vagina, pushing it in deeper and deeper as the audience watched, transfixed. Once it was in as far as it would go, just past the second knuckle, Hafsa began sliding the finger in and out, fucking her young daughter. At the same time she started rocking her pelvis, pressing her pussy firmly into the girl’s mouth. Harder and harder, faster and faster, she fucked the child’s face.

When it appeared as if she was almost there, right on the edge, Hafsa suddenly looked up at the spectators. Still moving on top of the girl, and still sliding her finger in and out of that juicy little pussy, she ran her eyes quickly around the room, taking everyone in. Her beautiful face was shiny with sweat and reddened with lust. Licking her lips, she smiled at them, nodded — and then exploded into orgasm.

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God, she couldn’t, she shouldn’t, but she was!

As little Jordan went eagerly back and forth between her breasts, sucking on one nipple while fingering the other, Stephanie was masturbating, rubbing her clit, fucking herself, and getting very close.

Except she couldn’t, she shouldn’t — this was a child, a 7-year-old girl — she was having lesbian sex with a child!! How could she? But god help her, she was, and she just couldn’t stop, she couldn’t possibly stop now.

Two rooms away, Stephanie’s lover Veronica was thinking almost the same thing. As she lay naked in bed with their 8-year-old daughter Hailey, and as the two of them listened to the unmistakable sounds of another mother and daughter, Carol and Stacie, having hot sex in the bed right next to theirs, Veronica was on top of Hailey, kissing her wetly and humping her leg, rubbing her juicy pussy on the girl’s thigh — all the while telling herself, I can’t do this, I have to stop, I just have to stop.

But she didn’t.

—————

Six separate climaxes at The Harem within minutes of each other: the three performers, Hafsa, Rana, and Azra, all had orgasms, and then Sheila, Bridget, and Eve did too, watching them.

None of those who were standing had reached climax, but their clits were hard and their pussies very wet. Now, as the lights slowly came back up in the room and as soft music began to play again, Gwen and Erin and Paige and Fiona removed their hands from their panties and retreated to their seats. Bambi, Amanda, and Tina sat down too. Several serving girls came out, some bringing fresh cool drinks and others helping the performers to exit.

There were smiles among the spectators, brows wiped, heads shaken in amazement. “Wow, that was something…” “Did you see how…” “I couldn’t believe it when…”

Debby had not had an orgasm. She was quite obviously very aroused but never seemed really close to a climax. Angela hoped (and expected) that she soon would have another opportunity, without the distractions, to put all her skills to work in giving the little girl that ultimate reward. Taking her hand from inside Debby’s undies, she hugged the child warmly, kissed her cheek, and then gave her back to her mother, Bridget. It was time to go.

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“Do you like it?” Kelly asked Holly.

She’d paused long enough from rubbing herself to give her sister the taste of pussy that Holly had asked for, bringing two very wet fingers from between her legs up to the girl’s mouth. They were still lying on their sides in bed, facing each other, both naked. Holly had sniffed Kelly’s hand for a moment, nodded and smiled, and then licked the fingers clean.

“Yeah, I do like it,” she giggled. “I knew I would. Ever since me and Hailey smelled Mommy and Mom the other night, and then when I smelled Stacie last night, it’s like, I don’t know, I just wanna eat it or something, you know?”

“You do?”

“Yeah.”

“God, Holly.”

The thought of this cute little blonde, only 8 years old, actually saying she wanted to eat pussy practically made Kelly come right then and there.

“I’m gonna masturbate and you can watch me, but I don’t know if I can really teach you or anything now ‘cuz I just want to come so bad.”

“Okay.”

Her fingers worked rapidly between her legs. It was almost always easy for Kelly to reach climax. She masturbated every day, usually several times, and often had two or three orgasms in a row. Now, as she felt Holly’s hands on her breasts again, playing with her nipples, and as they kissed wetly, tongues exploring, she felt that wonderful sensation quickly approaching, swirling up from inside, pulsing, growing, throbbing, swelling, driving her out of her mind, until —

“Holly!” she pulled her lips away “I’m coming!!”

—————

The group gathered up their things, sweaters and jackets and purses, and slowly made their way out of the private dinner club, escorted by Nazli. As they approached the front door, Eve suddenly grabbed Angela’s arm. “Wait, I was supposed to help you pay for this tonight. Where’s the bill?”

Angela chuckled, “No, dear, you don’t have to worry about that. Maybe another time. This was all covered by my membership fee.”

“Oh. Damn. I mean, I loved it, it was wonderful, and I appreciate your generosity, I really do. But one of these nights you just have to let me treat you, all right?”

They stopped and Angela took Eve’s face in her hands, gazing into her eyes. “Darling woman, you have already given me so much, letting us into your life, my daughter and I, and sharing yourself and your own beautiful girls with us. We couldn’t ask for more.”

“Oh, but we, we haven’t…”

Eve was about to say that she hadn’t really shared Gwen or Paige with them yet. She’d had sex with Angela herself but her daughters hadn’t — though she didn’t know, of course, what her girls might have done with Bambi, they actually could have done quite a lot — and anyway who could tell what might happen tonight? They could be headed back for a wild orgy at the penthouse suite, and then maybe she would have the privilege of sharing 16-year-old Gwen and 11-year-old Paige with Angela, with Bambi, and perhaps with all the rest of the women and girls in the group as well.

All of this passed through her mind in a flash as she looked into Angela’s eyes, who seemed to know, somehow, everything that Eve was thinking. Angela nodded, smiled, and gave her a gentle kiss on the lips. “Thank you,” she said.

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Carol and Stacie were in a ‘69’ with Carol on top. They’d thrown the covers aside, totally unconcerned now about being seen and heard by either Hailey or Veronica. Carol was already getting close to another climax, humping her daughter’s face as she licked her wet pussy and sucked her clit.

Stacie wasn’t quite ready for a second orgasm, but she was delirious with joy. Making love with her beautiful mother, tasting her sweet pussy, feeling her mom’s hot tongue licking her, it was absolute heaven.

In the other bed, Hailey kept trying to look at Carol and Stacie and figure out what it was they were doing, laying with each other that funny way. But she was mostly too distracted by what was happening right there with her, in her own bed!

Veronica was doing the unthinkable. She was so turned on, so wild with lust, that she’d taken Hailey’s hand in hers and placed it between her legs, rubbing the child’s fingers against her clit, sliding them into her slippery folds, coating the little girl’s hand with a woman’s pussy juice. They’d stopped kissing because Veronica, masturbating herself with her daughter’s hand, was almost ready to come.

In the master bedroom, Stephanie was coming. With Jordan sucking her nipples, Stephanie was plunging two fingers in and out of her cunt, fucking herself hard. She’d already climaxed once, but that wasn’t enough. As soon as her first orgasm ended, she immediately began working on another. Maybe it was wrong, having sex with a 7-year-old, but if she was going to do it, she might as well thoroughly enjoy it.

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Out in the parking lot, Bridget approached Angela. “This has been really great, such an amazing evening, but it is getting late and we probably should get the kids home, so —”

Angela took the woman’s arm, giving it a squeeze. “Oh, don’t be silly, my dear. You’re coming back with us, all of you. You can stay and play and spend the night in our suite. You’ve seen how large it is, there’s plenty of room.”

“Well, yes, but…”

“Now, I won’t hear any argument. The decision is made, all right?”

“I…”

“Sheila, darling,” Angela said, “you want to come back with us, don’t you? Bring your pretty daughters to the hotel so they can have more fun with us tonight?”

“Sure, of course, I’m up for anything,” Sheila laughed.

Bridget just shrugged and acted resigned. The truth was she really did want to go back to the hotel and see what might happen there, but she’d thought that someone ought to at least put up the pretense of being responsible.

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Panting, sweating, her body flushed and still quaking with the after-effects of a tremendous orgasm — her third in succession — Stephanie attempted to get herself back under control. With some difficulty she managed to separate Jordan from her nipple, and then hugged the child close, stroking her soft skin.

“So, honey, I think we… should try to get some sleep now… don’t you?”

“Yeah, all right.” That’s what Jordan said, although she was thinking something else, about what she wanted to do. She would wait a minute, though, before she asked. Then maybe Stephanie would say it was okay.

In the third bedroom, Carol had finished coming on top of Stacie in their 69, loudly climaxing in her mouth, and now her attention was focused on giving Stacie another orgasm. She had a finger deep inside her pussy, another finger in her asshole, and she was licking and sucking her daughter’s clit and labia. She could tell by the way Stacie was moving and by the sounds she was making that she was almost there.

Veronica was almost there too in the bed across from them. Using Hailey’s hand to masturbate with wasn’t the most effective way of reaching climax, but the idea of it was just so naughty and so forbidden that it drove Veronica insane with lust. Gripping the little girl’s hand, she rubbed her small fingers up and down in her furrow while kissing her mouth.

And then, when she heard Stacie cry out in the other bed — “Mom! Fuck! Yes!” — Veronica went over the top as well, coming hard, feeling her hot juices drench Hailey’s fingers.

Continue on to Chapter 35

By Naughty Mommy

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It was still fairly early, not yet 10:00, but that was past the usual bedtime for the twins, so Hailey and Veronica snuggled up in one of the beds in the third bedroom at the condo, while Carol and her daughter Stacie got in the other bed. They said goodnight and turned out the light. As agreed, all four were naked.

Stacie and Carol didn’t mind at all going to bed that early. They’d both been looking forward to enjoying some sexy time together in the dark. As soon as the light was out, they turned toward each other and began softly kissing and caressing.

In the other bed, Hailey whispered, “Mom?”

“Yes, honey?”

“Can I ask you something?”

“Of course you can, baby.” Veronica was on her back with an arm around the little 8-year-old blonde, who was curled up beside her.

“Well, um, last night,” Hailey said, “Mommy showed me how to kiss a little bit. You know, how you and her kiss, the way grownup ladies kiss when they love each other.”

“Okay…”

“Did she tell you we did that?”

“Uh, well, yes, actually she did tell me.”

“So, um, can you do it with me too? So I can see if it’s different?”

“If it’s different?” Veronica chuckled.

“Yeah, if you kiss like her, the same as her, or if it’s different.”

“Well, that’s a clever way of asking.”

“Can we?”

Veronica took a deep breath. She definitely did want to kiss Hailey that way, but she wasn’t sure if it was right. She and Stephanie had begun a conversation that morning about what it all meant and what they should do, but then they’d been interrupted and had never found time to complete the discussion.

“Can we, Mom?” Hailey repeated, with a gentle nudge.

By that time, they were starting to hear soft moans coming from the other bed along with wet slurping sounds. Veronica knew very well what was happening: Carol and her daughter were making love. She felt a warm stirring in her pussy.

“Well, okay, I guess we can do that,” Veronica consented, turning on her side toward the little girl.

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“Ohh, GOD!!” Sheila was coming again, masturbating furiously as she witnessed the older performer at The Harem being brought to a powerful orgasm by the two young girls who were fucking her.

None of the other spectators was close to a climax yet, although many were playing with themselves and all were extremely turned on. They watched intently as the woman seated on the bench with her head thrown back shuddered a few more times, moaning loudly. And then, as her spasms gradually receded, she brought her head forward, opened her eyes, and gave her audience a seductive smile.

The girls beside her now slowly removed their fingers from the woman’s vagina and raised them to one another’s mouths, feeding each other the succulent juices that dripped from their fingers. They grinned at each other and shared a quick kiss, then turned to the woman, moving their fingers to her mouth. Bringing their lips together, the erotic entertainers savored the delicious taste of feminine sex and enjoyed a long wet three-way kiss.

“Have you ever done that, honey? Tasted the sweet juice from inside a woman’s pussy?” Angela asked Debby, who was seated on her lap.

“No.”

“Would you like to?”

“I don’t know. What does it taste like?”

“It’s nice. I think you’d like it. Do you want to try?”

“Okay.”

Angela turned to the side. “Bridget?” she said to Debby’s mother.

“Yeah?”

Bridget had a hand inside her panties. Her slacks were unbuttoned and unzipped. The woman’s face was flushed and shiny with sweat, her eyes hooded. She was obviously very aroused.

“Debby wants to taste you,” Angela said.

“What?”

“Get your finger nice and wet, and then give some to Debby. Your daughter wants to find out what pussy tastes like.”

“She does?”

When Angela nodded, Bridget smiled and said, “All right,” then pushed two fingers deep inside her cunt, scooping up a sample of her abundant juices. Slowly she drew the fingers out, shivering with lascivious lust, and brought the special treat to her little girl’s mouth.

As this was happening, the performers in front of them were changing position. The youngest girl, who appeared to be only 9 or 10 years old, with tiny breast buds and a totally hairless slit, was now lying on her back on the padded bench.

The woman, finally recovered from her orgasm, raised one of the girl’s small legs and mounted her, scissors-style, pressing their naked pussies together. The other girl, a nubile teenager of perhaps 13 or 14, stood over the younger girl’s head, straddling her and facing toward the woman. As she lowered her crotch to the open mouth beneath her, she leaned forward to kiss the older performer, who was beginning to move on top of the girl beneath her, tribbing with her.

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Stephanie was flabbergasted. No sooner had she turned out the light in the master bedroom at the condo and settled in to fall asleep with little Jordan, than the girl began to fondle her, touching her bare breasts, playing with her nipples. It seemed almost like foreplay! But this was a 7-year-old child!!

“Honey, what are you…” she began.

“Yours are really really really nice,” Jordan said. “So big and round, like balloons.”

In spite of herself, Stephanie laughed. “Like balloons?”

But then the girl was pinching her erect nipples — squeezing and pulling and twisting them — and Stephanie’s laughter turned into an involuntary moan of sexual arousal.

“Mmmm, nice…… but, but you shouldn’t do that, baby.”

“Why not?”

“Well, it’s…”

“I do it with Mommy, and with Nanna. And I did it with Kelly.”

“With Kelly? But — and your mother? And Nanna??”

“Uh-huh.”

Now Stephanie really didn’t know what to think. Somehow, though, she managed to find the willpower to remove the little girl’s hands from her breasts. She turned onto her side, facing her, holding the child’s small hands in hers. Enough light came in through the window that they could see each other.

“Sweetie, um, it’s okay if you do whatever you do with your mommy, and uh, with Nanna. But I don’t think you should do that with me. Not until after I talk about it first with your mother, all right?”

Jordan’s mouth twisted unhappily. She liked Stephanie’s big boobies a whole lot, and she really liked the way her nipples stuck out so far. She’d never seen any as long as that.

“Can I just suck your nipples?” she asked.

—————

Things were speeding up at The Harem. In their heightened state of sexual arousal, the three performers all appeared to be approaching orgasm very quickly. The youngest girl on the bench was squirming, bucking, raising her crotch to meet the thrusts of the woman above her, who was vigorously tribbing with her. The teenager, straddling the younger girl, was grinding her pussy into the girl’s mouth while at the same time kissing the woman.

In the audience, Sheila, Tina, Eve, Gwen, Erin, and even 12-year-old Fiona were all openly masturbating. After giving Debby a taste of her pussy juice, which the child seemed to enjoy very much, Bridget had immediately resumed fucking herself.

Only Angela, among the women, was not masturbating, and that was because she had Debby on her lap and was having such a good time fondling the child’s pussy through her thin cotton panties. Now she insistently pressed her fingers in, parting the girl’s labia, pushing the fabric between her lips. She felt Debby shudder under her touch, and yes, Angela could actually detect warm moisture seeping through onto her fingers.

The seated mothers and daughters all stared at the spectacle in front of them, rapidly progressing toward a peak. Eve had her jeans open now with both hands inside her panties, working hard. She wanted to come at the same time as the performers if she could. Gwen, sitting next to Eve, was getting close too. Bridget was also nearly ready to come again, while Sheila, of course, was on the edge almost constantly.

And then it was time. The first to reach orgasm was the teenage performer, riding the face of the younger girl. The audience heard her cry out and watched as her slender body was jolted repeatedly by orgasmic spasms. This made the woman move even faster on top of the girl, and within less than a minute they heard squeals of pleasure as the pre-pubescent child climaxed. She was followed shortly by the woman, who loudly groaned, throwing back her head, shoving her wet cunt against the girl’s, over and over again.

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In the second bedroom at the condo, 14-year-old Kelly was lying in bed with her little sister Holly, 8 years old, on top of her. They were both naked and were kissing enthusiastically, their mouths open, tongues entwining. A lamp beside the bed was on.

When Holly pulled away to take a breath, Kelly wiped her lips and asked, “So do you like that?’

“Yeah, it’s nice,” Holly grinned. “I like doing it. Have you kissed other girls that way before too?”

“Well, um, only a couple times. Once, at, at a sleepover at Becca’s. Some of us did it then. It was fun. And then, well, I did it with Jordan too, the other night at the motel.”

“With Jordan, at the motel?”

“Uh-huh.”

“She kissed me like that today. That’s where I learned how.”

“Jordan did? When?”

“Before dinner, when we went outside for a while. Me and Hailey started kissing that way too, except then Mommy came out and saw us.”

“Wow, did she get mad?”

“I don’t think so. She didn’t say anything about it. She just called us to come and eat. I don’t think she minds. I mean, she already kissed Hailey and everything.”

“Yeah, that’s true.”

All this kissing between various family members made Kelly wonder how much further things would eventually go. She knew for a fact that her Aunt Carol was having sex with her own daughter, Stacie, and also with her granddaughter, Jordan. So, would the kissing lead to other stuff? She hoped it would!

“Are you tired yet? Do you wanna go to sleep, or do you wanna kiss some more?”

“More kissing,” Holly giggled.

“Okay, except… let’s lay this way now.”

Kelly turned onto her side, facing the little blonde. Her pussy was aching to be touched and she thought that maybe in this position she could play with herself without Holly noticing it. Maybe.

“We can kiss,” she said, “and, um, you can also touch me if you want to, my boobs, I mean, and like, my nipples. I really want you to, okay?”

“All right.” Holly put her hands on Kelly’s breasts, small fingers tentatively caressing her sister’s puffy nipples.

Kelly sighed and shivered as she felt the gentle touch shoot straight from her sensitive nipples to her clit. She brought her mouth to Holly’s and they kissed again.

—————

Eve climaxed, as did Gwen beside her. Bridget and Sheila both did as well. Neither Tina nor Erin nor Fiona reached orgasm, but they continued rubbing their wet pussies as they watched the performers wind down from their own climaxes. The room was quiet, except for the sounds of heavy breathing. A heady aroma of feminine arousal filled the air.

Slowly the woman and the two girls disentangled themselves and then stood in front of the bench, facing the small audience. They smiled broadly, their naked bodies gleaming with perspiration, the youngest girl’s cheeks shiny with juices from the teenager.

Angela began applauding and the rest soon joined her. Sheila put her fingers in her mouth and whistled. Everyone laughed and cheered.

When the applause finally died down, the woman, who was standing in the center holding the hands of the two girls, stepped forward slightly. Speaking with a strong accent, she said, “You may wonder, and I want you to know, because I am proud. My name is Hafsa. These are my beautiful daughters, Rana and Azra. Now we will finish for you, a special finish. I hope you enjoy what you see.”

More applause greeted this announcement. Some were surprised that the three were mother and daughters, though many had suspected it. But nearly all were amazed that the woman would admit it so readily and without shame.

Before continuing, the performers turned the bench 90 degrees. The youngest girl, Azra, again lay down on her back, but this time with her feet on the floor. Her legs were apart, her crotch facing toward the spectators. Her mother, Hafsa, gracefully straddled the child’s head, using her fingers to open her own pussy lips and then lowering her cunt to her daughter’s mouth. The audience sighed, almost in unison.

Hafsa leaned down, putting her hands on Azra’s slender thighs. She pulled the girl’s legs even farther apart. Everyone inched forward in their seats to watch closely as the woman placed her fingers on the girl’s labia and parted them. They could see her pink center, gleaming with moisture. Hafsa slowly gazed along the row of spectators, making eye contact with each of them, smiling proudly. Then she lowered her face, extended her tongue, and licked the child’s visibly erect clit.

—————

Carol and Stacie were fucking each other, lying side by side, kissing, moaning, each with a finger deep inside the other’s pussy, mother and daughter having sex.

In the other bed, Veronica was leaning over Hailey, holding the little blonde’s face in her hands, running the tip of her tongue around the edge of her lips. It always excited Stephanie when Veronica kissed her that way, and she hoped it would do the same for Hailey.

It appeared to be working. The girl was breathing hard, her body trembling. By instinct, it seemed, her hands had gone to Veronica’s breasts, finding the nipples, playing with them, fingering the taut hardness.

Her touch was driving Veronica wild. But my god, she thought to herself, this is a little girl, my own daughter! I shouldn’t be getting so turned on, but I just can’t help it, I am!

Taking a deep breath, she pulled back slightly. Although it was mostly dark in the room, they could see each other. Veronica smiled at the girl. “I like it when you touch me that way,” she whispered, “when you touch my nipples. It feels nice.”

“Okay.” Hailey returned the smile. “But, um, Mom?”

After applying a tender kiss to those irresistible soft pink lips, Veronica responded, “Yes?”

“What are they doing over there?” Hailey whispered. “Is that like what, you know, what you and Mommy did in the motel?”

The noises coming from the other bed were quite loud now, grunts and groans and sighs and wet slapping sounds and urgent pleas from both women: “Yes – yes – fuck me – make me come!”

A shiver passed through Veronica. This was a moment of truth — a moment for truth. She nodded at Hailey, putting their foreheads together, answering in a very soft voice, “Yes, baby, that’s right, it is the same thing. They, uh, they’re making love, just like me and Mommy do.”

“Um, but… Aunt Carol is… she’s Stacie’s mom, isn’t she?”

“Yes, she is.”

Hailey didn’t say anything else right away. Apparently she was thinking. And they both were listening to the sounds that seemed to be growing continually louder.

Veronica squeezed her thighs together, stimulating her clit, and then gently nuzzled the little girl. “Are you okay, honey?”

“Yeah, I am. I just…”

Then they heard Stacie’s voice, “God! God! Yes!” And only seconds after that, Carol gasped and moaned. Both had reached climax.

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After kissing and sucking her youngest daughter’s clit for a minute or two, Hafsa straightened up once again. She smiled at the spectators, and then glanced down between her legs. Azra’s tongue was busily working there, licking her mother’s pussy. Hafsa put her hands on her own breasts, massaging them, pinching the nipples, sighing in pleasure. Then she nodded at Rana, who was standing to the side, watching.

The slim teenager stepped up to the bench. She carefully placed her hands, taking a firm grip on the bench at a level even with her sister’s waist, one hand on either side. Then, in a stunningly skillful gymnastic move, she leapt from the floor into a handstand, her toes pointed at the ceiling, her slim strong body facing toward the audience. For several seconds she held that pose before slowly beginning to part her legs, holding them straight but extending them into a V, and then stretching them even farther out until they were parallel to the floor.

There was scattered applause, although most were too amazed to do anything but gaze in awe at the sight. Holding this impressive pose for another few moments, Rana then gradually brought her legs back together until once again they were pointing straight up. And then she did something even more astonishing. After bending her elbows to flex her arms and lower her body a few inches, she suddenly launched herself upward while spinning 180 degrees, landing exactly reversed, hands on either side of Azra’s waist, but now facing the other way.

“Wow!” exclaimed several in the audience, along with “oh my god,” and many loud gasps of amazement. A few clapped. Most just stared, slack-jawed.

As they watched, Rana slowly opened her legs again, into a V. Then she bent them down, toward her mother. Hafsa put her hands on the teen’s thighs, guiding her, bringing her pussy to her mouth. Rana laid her legs over her mother’s shoulders, and now, supported by the woman, lowered her own face to her little sister’s pussy. They were prepared, ready for three-way cunnilingus in an acrobatic incestuous daisy-chain.

Continue on to Chapter 34

By Naughty Mommy

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The private dining room at The Harem brightened suddenly, the music becoming louder, faster, gayer. A dozen new dancers emerged, each in a different colorful gauzy costume. They were of various ages, from young teenagers to a woman of perhaps 40, but all were beautiful, with dark hair, dark eyes, and alluring bodies. As the dancers swirled around the audience members, the two previous performers slipped away, exiting the stage and vanishing through a door.

The girls and women, Angela and her guests, were encouraged to join in on the dancing and tried their best, though none of them could move like the talented entertainers. But they all had fun, shaking and shimmying until the music swelled to a peak and then ended. Everyone clapped, laughing and hugging.

As the performers departed, the serving girls returned, bringing cool drinks and platters of fresh fruit. Angela and the others took their seats, fanning themselves with their hands, still giggling, exhilarated from the dancing. They spent about fifteen minutes chatting, comparing reactions to what they’d seen, refreshing themselves with the fruit and drinks.

When the lights gradually began to dim again and soft music was heard, everyone quieted, waiting to see what would happen next. Several of the servers came out to help rearrange the chairs for the audience into a semicircle while two others brought a long padded bench and placed it in the middle of the tight half-circle. By the time it was all arranged and everyone was seated once more, the room was nearly dark. There was almost total silence, except for gentle music over the sound system.

Soon three dancers emerged, moving slowly, writhing seductively. They were completely nude. The first was an adult, perhaps in her mid to late 30s, but in great shape, with elegant long legs, a trim waist, and full breasts. Her dark pubic hair was closely trimmed. The second was a young teenager, only 13 or so, her breasts still developing and her pubic hair not trimmed, because she still didn’t have much. In face and form, she bore a strong resemblance to the older dancer.

But it was the third performer who took their breath away. She was a child, maybe 9 or 10, with tiny breast buds and no pubic hair at all. Her little pussy was completely smooth and bare. Like the other two, she had dark hair and dark eyes, and she also looked very much like them. Were they actually related, many in the audience began to ask themselves, could this be a mother and her daughters?

The three moved in time with the slow tempo of the music, not really dancing, but gliding gracefully, sensuously. After one long, unhurried pass along the crescent of chairs, openly displaying themselves to the rapt attention of the women and girls, the performers stood in front of the bench, but did not take a seat. Instead they faced each other, the woman turning first to the older girl, the teenager. She tenderly kissed the girl, holding her face in her hands, and then did the same with the child.

She repeated the kisses, turning first to one and then the other, and as the woman brought her lips to the girls’ lips again and again, their kisses became increasingly passionate, longer and wetter and deeper. By the time they were finished, all three were breathing heavily, obviously quite aroused, as was the audience.

Now, as they watched, the woman kissed the older girl one more time, a soft kiss with no tongue, and then gently pushed the teenager’s head down, guiding it to her breast. The girl took an erect nipple into her mouth, and began sucking.

Sitting very near the three, so close she easily could have touched them, Bridget studied the woman and the two girls. It was undeniable. They looked so much alike that they had to be related, almost certainly a mother and her daughters, a trio of beautiful sexy erotic entertainers in one family, performing together!

As the young teenager licked and sucked the woman’s breast, the other girl, the child, stepped close. She shared a tender kiss with the woman, and then she too was guided to a breast, the other breast, and began sucking on the hard nipple. Closing her eyes, the woman moaned. A hand slid down between her legs. She caressed her pussy.

Fuck, Bridget thought, I can’t stand this, I have to rub myself again. But Debby was on her lap, so she really couldn’t.

Then she heard a voice. “Would you like me to take her?” It was Angela, sitting next to them. But how did she know what I was thinking, Bridget wondered, how could she possibly have known??

Right now it didn’t matter. Bridget smiled, “Yes, thank you,” and shifted Debby from her lap to Angela’s. Opening her slacks, she pushed a hand inside her panties. Her pussy was soaking wet, so wet that it must have leaked not only through her underwear but through her slacks too. Again, though, it didn’t matter. All she wanted was to touch herself. She slid a finger into her cunt, groaning in pleasure.

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“Where do I sleep tonight, Mommy?” asked Jordan as they headed up the stairs to the bedrooms in the condo.

“She’s with me,” Stephanie said, “in, uh, in the big room, the master bedroom.”

“Okay,” the little girl smiled, laying her head on her mother’s shoulder. Stacie was carrying her.

Stephanie wondered if perhaps she had answered too quickly, appearing overly eager. She had to admit, however, if she was honest with herself, that she really was excited about spending the night alone with the 7-year-old, especially after what she’d witnessed outside before dinner.

She had discovered her daughters, Holly and Hailey, amorously kissing each other on the beach, with Jordan standing beside them, watching closely. Stephanie wondered how much the child knew about kissing, and then wondered if perhaps she should give her a demonstration, the way she’d done in bed the night before with Hailey. That was such a forbidden thought, something only a lesbian pedophile would consider doing, but it made Stephanie even more excited.

But then she wondered, before doing something like that, before giving kissing lessons to a little girl, shouldn’t I get permission first from Jordan’s mother? How would I phrase that, though, what could I possibly say that wouldn’t make me sound like a pervert, or worse, a child molester? No, Stephanie told herself, it’s better not to do anything at all. I’m just getting carried away. It’s silly to think that a girl as young as Jordan would have any interest in sexual matters. That’s ridiculous. We’ll just cuddle for a bit, perhaps, and then go to sleep.

Stacie missed her little girl. She missed sleeping with her every night, the way they did at home. She missed having sex with Jordan several times a day, which was their usual pattern. Since they’d started on their vacation, she’d only been with her a couple of times, and while that was enjoyable, it certainly wasn’t enough.

Oh well, at least tonight she’d share a bed with her mother, and she was almost certain they would have some naughty fun together, even if Veronica and Hailey were in the same room. Stacie gave Jordan a big hug and a long, warm kiss on the lips, then set her down in the master bedroom. She gave Stephanie a hug and a kiss as well, then said goodnight and went back to the third bedroom.

As Stacie came in the door, she heard her mom finishing a sentence to Veronica, saying, “…naked again tonight, right?”

“Well, um,” Veronica began. Then she turned to the little girl, Hailey.

“Is that okay with you, honey? Last night, we, uh, we all, just for fun, we slept naked. Is it all right with you if we do that again?”

“Naked? Okay, I guess,” Hailey shrugged. She was mostly interested in kissing, if her Mom was willing to do that, and it wouldn’t really matter if they were naked or not. At only 8 years old, she didn’t always equate nudity with sexuality.

“Good,” Carol smiled as she unhooked her bra. She’d already removed her shorts and her top. Now all she wore was her panties, which she quickly tugged down over her hips and stepped out of.

“I love being naked, don’t you?” Carol winked at Hailey.

The child stared at the older woman. She’d seen her mother naked plenty of times — both of her moms, in fact. Nudity was not a big deal around their house. But this was the first time she’d seen her aunt completely unclothed. When they’d been outside sunbathing topless the afternoon before, she hadn’t paid her that much attention. It had seemed different somehow.

Now, though, the way her aunt was looking at her and the way she was standing there, kind of holding her legs apart and pushing out her middle, it gave Hailey a funny feeling inside. Not a bad feeling, though, she liked it. It was almost how she felt the night before when she was kissing her Mommy, so happy and special and excited all at once.

She looked up at Carol’s breasts. They were big, maybe not as big as her Mommy’s, but nice. And her nipples were really long, sticking way out, almost like they were calling her. In a strange way it made her hungry, as if she wanted something in her mouth. Hailey licked her lips and swallowed.

“So, little one,” Veronica said softly, “are you gonna get ready for bed, or just stand there?”

Hailey blushed, tearing her eyes away from her aunt and turning to her Mom, who also now was naked, as was Stacie.

“Okay, sorry,” the child mumbled, and began stripping out of her clothes.

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Looking up and down the row of spectators, Angela could see that Bridget was not the only one masturbating.

Sheila, not surprisingly, had her legs spread, her dress hiked up, and a hand in her panties, working busily. Tina was not playing with herself, at least not visibly, but Eve was. Although she hadn’t removed any clothing, her legs were apart and she was openly rubbing herself through her tight jeans.

Gwen and Erin, the teenagers, were not obviously masturbating but both were squirming in their chairs, and Angela suspected they were squeezing their thighs together, stimulating their clits. The younger ones, Fiona, Paige, Amanda, and her own daughter, Bambi, all were on the edge of their seats, leaning in close to see what was happening. Their eyes were wide and they appeared to be enjoying the show immensely.

Debby, on Angela’s lap, seemed to have her attention divided. She was looking at the naked girls who were sucking the woman’s breasts, but she also was looking to the side, at her mother, watching Bridget masturbate.

Angela whispered in Debby’s ear, “Are you having a good time, honey?”

“Yeah, uh-huh, it’s fun,” the 9-year-old nodded eagerly.

“Good, I’m glad.”

Angela placed her hands on the child’s legs, gently spreading her thighs apart. She drew her fingers upward, pulling up the little dress Debby was wearing, exposing her yellow undies.

Before going any further, Angela looked at Bridget. She caught her eye. “Is this okay?” Angela asked in a quiet voice.

“Sure, yeah, if, um, if she wants it,” Bridget replied, licking her lips. Her face was flushed and shiny with sweat. She was breathing hard. It looked as if she was already getting close to an orgasm.

“Debby, sweetheart, I want to touch you now,” Angela whispered, “I want to touch you between your legs, but only if you want me to, okay?”

“Okay.”

“Are you sure? You don’t mind if I touch you there?”

“No, I don’t mind. I want you to.” And as if to emphasize the point, the little girl spread her legs even wider apart.

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Kelly didn’t know if she should, but she couldn’t resist.

“Hey, you know what?” she said to Holly as she shut the door. It was just the two of them now, alone in the condo’s second bedroom.

“What?”

“Um, last night, and, like, the other night too, at the motel, we all decided we’d sleep naked, just for fun. Do you wanna do that?”

“Yeah, okay, I guess,” Holly grinned, “and can we do something else too?”

“What?”

“Well, um, last night Mommy showed Hailey how to kiss. You know, how to kiss like she kisses Mom and stuff. Do you know how to do that? Could you show me?”

Kelly was astounded. Mommy showed Hailey how to kiss? Really?? Then she remembered the way little Jordan had kissed her during their night in bed at the motel room. She shook her head in amazement. What an awesome vacation this was turning out to be!

“You don’t want to?” Holly frowned, seeing her sister shake her head.

“No, um, I mean, yeah, I do. I want to. Sorry, I was thinking of something else. Let’s brush our teeth, and then get in bed, okay?”

“Okay!”

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Angela’s hand moved between Debby’s legs. Over the top of her little cotton panties, she stroked the girl’s mound, feeling her smooth puffy labia beneath the thin fabric. With her other hand she rubbed her narrow chest, finding her nipples, fondling them through her dress. She leaned down and kissed the child’s neck, then licked her earlobe. Debby squirmed and giggled.

In front of them, the older performer gracefully eased herself down onto the padded bench. The girls sat too, one on either side of her. They each lifted one of the woman’s legs over theirs, spreading her thighs wide apart. They then resumed sucking her nipples, but now their hands also went down between her legs — their mother’s legs? — to touch and caress her sex. The woman closed her eyes and leaned her head back, audibly moaning.

Gwen was stunned. Even though she’d made love with her mom and her sister the night before — and again that very morning, in fact — and even though she had seen Sheila masturbate to orgasm on the beach, that still hadn’t prepared her for something like this!

Three nude dancers who looked like they might be a mom and her two young daughters were actually having sex with each other right in front of them, while people in the audience, including her own mother, masturbated openly with everyone watching, even little girls like 9-year-old Debby. And — oh my god, look at that, Angela was touching Debby’s pussy!!

It was all so unbelievable. Was this going to turn into some kind of lesbian orgy with underage girls?? That nasty idea made Gwen very excited. She couldn’t resist any longer. She opened her legs and put a hand under her denim miniskirt, rubbing herself through her panties.

And then, as the audience stared, the teenager and the younger girl each slowly inserted a finger into the woman’s vagina. They began fucking her, both at the same time.

“Oh! God!! YES!!!” Sheila was climaxing. Everyone except the performers turned to see.

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Stephanie and Jordan brushed their teeth in the master bathroom and began to prepare for bed. But after she’d pulled off her panties, leaving herself naked, Jordan said, “I don’t have to put on jammies, do I?”

“You — what do you mean?”

“Me and Mommy and Nanna, and, um, Kelly too, we don’t wear jammies when we go to bed. We’re just naked.”

“You are?”

“Uh-huh, it’s nice,” the child nodded. “Can you do that too, with me?”

“Well… I don’t know, that seems like… but, uh, you said you… that you and your Mommy, and Nanna…” For some reason Stephanie couldn’t finish a sentence.

“We always sleep that way. We like it.”

The blonde took a deep breath. “Okay, well, I guess. If you always do, then I suppose we will too.”

“Yay!” Jordan clapped. “I wanna sleep naked with you. I like being naked.”

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Debby sat up in Angela’s lap and turned toward her Aunt Sheila, who was crying out in climax. Everyone else was looking at Sheila as well — everyone, that is, except the three erotic performers, who simply carried on with what they were doing. To them, perhaps, a sexual response from the audience was expected and even orgasms were unsurprising.

Sheila’s panties were at her ankles now. Her legs were spread open, her dress hiked up around her waist. She continued vigorously fucking herself, even as she came. Her face was red, her eyes shut tight, and she was groaning loudly.

Then it was Bridget’s turn. “Oh… my… god!” She fell forward at the waist, her legs clamping together around her hand which was shoved down inside her slacks, her body shuddering again and again in orgasmic passion.

Angela squeezed her thighs together, clenching her muscles and stimulating her clit. With Debby on her lap, she couldn’t really masturbate, but that was fine. She was having a very good time fondling the 9-year-old. Eve was still rubbing herself through her jeans, Angela saw, and Gwen now had a hand inside her panties. Tina too had given in to the excitement and was massaging her pussy through the outside of her panties, her skirt pulled up around her waist.

Meanwhile, in front of the small audience, the two young girls seated on the bench were moving their fingers faster inside the naked woman, fucking her while still licking and sucking her breasts. The woman was breathing hard, her body glistening with sweat. It looked like she was almost ready to come.

As she leaned back against Angela, returning her attention to the entertainers, Debby asked in a quiet voice, “This is sex, right? What they’re doing, and, um, my mom and my Aunt Sheila, what they just did. Is that sex too?”

Angela hugged the child, kissing her neck and murmuring, “Yes, darling, that’s what it is. This is all sex… beautiful, warm, exciting feminine sex… do you like it?”

“Yeah, but, um, I wish I could have, you know, that thing, an organ-ism.”

“An organ… oh, do you mean an orgasm?”

“Yeah.”

“You haven’t had one yet?”

“Uh-uh. My mom says maybe I’m not old enough or something.”

Angela nuzzled Debby’s neck, pulled up her cute dress again, and put her hand back between the little girl’s legs, pressing her fingers in more deeply this time, feeling moist warmth in the center of her cotton undies.

“Well, I suppose it’s possible that you’re not old enough,” she whispered in Debby’s ear, “but it might be that it will happen soon. We’ll see.”

And as Angela stroked and caressed the child’s sex through her thin panties, they heard the woman in front of them suddenly gasp, and then say something in a foreign language. The music stopped.

All eyes were now on the action in the middle of the semicircle. The woman gasped again, her body straining. She was right on the edge — the girls fucked her faster, harder, the only sound in the room the wet slapping of their fingers in her cunt — and then she climaxed.

Continue on to Chapter 33

By Naughty Mommy

To keep everyone straight, use this link for Characters & Relationships, or check our Guide for Serious Readers.

As Stacie was setting the table for dinner in the condo, she saw her mother, Carol, coming down the stairs. She was sucking her fingers and her face was flushed. Stacie had a pretty good idea what that meant — her mom had just finished masturbating. Apparently she’d decided not to wash her hands afterward but just lick them clean. Stacie caught her mother’s eye and smiled. Carol returned the smile with a wink.

Stephanie came out of the kitchen, drying her hands on her jeans. She’d washed some of the things she’d used in preparing their meal, so they’d have less to clean up later.

“Stacie, honey, I’m going to call the girls in for dinner,” Stephanie said. “Can you keep an eye on the spaghetti, make sure the water doesn’t boil over?”

“Sure, of course.”

Stepping outside the front door, Stephanie spotted the kids down by the water. But what she saw them doing shocked her. Holly and Hailey, her 8-year-old twins, were kissing each other! And it wasn’t just an innocent playful kiss either — they were pressing their young bodies together, groping, almost humping each other as they kissed.

Stephanie didn’t know what to do. Should she call out to the girls and probably embarrass them? Or should she go back inside, wait a few minutes longer, and then check on them again? Unable to decide, she stood watching. The kiss went on. From a distance, she couldn’t tell if they were using their tongues, but it seemed almost certain. She remembered the way she had kissed Hailey in bed the night before, and felt a tingle in her crotch.

As she watched her daughters kissing, still unable to make up her mind whether to go back in or call them for dinner, the decision was made for her. Jordan turned and looked toward the condo, seeing Stephanie. She evidently said something to the twins, because they broke their kiss, stepped apart, and looked up at their mom.

“Hey girls!” Stephanie called, her voice quavering a bit. “Time to eat!”

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There was no sign outside the door of the dinner club. It was a clean, windowless exterior in a block of small office buildings and residential duplexes. Unless you knew in advance what it was, you would have no idea what went on inside.

Angela pressed a button, gave her name when the intercom was answered, and the door buzzed open. She and her group entered. The foyer was paneled in black enamel and dimly lit, quite a contrast from outside where it was still sunny and bright at just past 7:00. It took a moment for their eyes to adjust.

Once they were all inside and the door was closed, a beautiful olive-skinned young woman came to greet them, introducing herself as Nazli. She was in her early 20s with dark hair and dark eyes, heavily made up. She wore a sheer blue veil sprinkled with beads that covered her nose and mouth but not her eyes. The sheer fabric of the veil was repeated in her top, which was really nothing more than a brassiere, almost fully transparent, revealing large round breasts with dark nipples. Below her narrow waist she wore sheer bloomer pants and jeweled sandals with low heels. They could also see a tiny g-string that just barely concealed her vulva.

The woman guided them into another room, like a parlor. It contained several padded armchairs and two long settees. The walls were papered in a dark pattern, exotic and sensuous. Red-shaded lamps gave a sultry glow. Nazli asked them to be seated. She explained to them that the dinner club, which was called The Harem, was private and exclusive, open only to people who knew the right people. Nazli requested that they not tell of their experience to anyone, at least not in terms that would reveal the location of the club. Only Angela, as a member, had the privilege to invite others to attend with her.

When that was done, Nazli led them to yet another room, the place where they would dine. It was brighter, done in pinks and yellows. Two tables with six chairs each were covered in white linen and set with gleaming silver utensils. Again she bade them to be seated.

They arranged themselves with Eve and her daughters at one of the tables along with Sheila and her two girls. Erin made sure to sit next to Gwen, and Paige sat beside Fiona. At the other table were Bridget, Tina, and Angela, each with their own daughters. Bambi and Amanda sat beside each other, of course.

Two other beautiful dark-haired girls came out, one of them bringing two pots of hot tea and the other bearing trays of olives, crackers, and yogurt dip. The girls also wore harem attire, every bit as revealing as Nazli’s, although they were younger than her, just teenagers, and their breasts were smaller.

As the tea was poured, Angela explained that for religious reasons the club did not serve alcoholic beverages. But she assured them that later, when they returned to the suite at the hotel, they could have plenty to drink if they wanted it. That got a few chuckles.

The dinner was quite an adventure, with several courses of interesting foods, exotically spiced but deliciously prepared. Even Amanda, who sometimes could be a fussy eater, seemed to like everything. And as much as they enjoyed their meal, they also enjoyed the service. No fewer than six different young girls catered to them, all with dark hair and smoky eyes, their lovely faces partially veiled but their nubile bodies temptingly displayed.

After the last course was finished and the dishes were removed, the lights were dimmed in the room. Angela smiled at the group. “Now we get the entertainment.”

She turned her chair to face toward an area near the tables with a raised platform, like a stage, framed by large potted palms. Spotlights came on, illuminating that portion of the room, even as the lights dimmed further where they were seated. The others also turned their chairs to face the stage. Music began, a strange, sinuous sound, somewhat odd to Western ears, but pleasing and romantic, even erotic.

“What do you think it’s gonna be?” Erin asked Gwen.

“I don’t know.”

That question was answered a moment later.

A woman came slinking out, moving like water in time with the music, limbs undulating, torso swaying. She was covered in veils, layer upon layer, all sheer and all different colors. It was impossible to tell what she wore beneath the diaphanous material, if anything at all. Her age was also indeterminate, although she appeared somewhat older than Nazli, perhaps in her 30s. But her body was full and voluptuous, that much they could tell, with large breasts and wide hips.

She danced beautifully, gliding and shimmying onto the stage, turning slowly in circles, then moved down to the tables, flowing around them, her darkly outlined eyes inviting contact. As she passed by Angela, the woman leaned down, bringing their faces close. She lifted the veil over her mouth and they kissed. It was a long, sensual kiss, though there was no touching except their lips. As they parted and the woman danced away, Angela leered at the group, rolling her eyes as if mesmerized. The others could see red lipstick smeared around her mouth. There were a few nervous laughs.

Then the dance took on a different tone. The music became faster, more urgent. The woman twirled and shook her body. Veils began flying off, floating in the air, some settling onto the diners, others to the floor. One after one they flew away from her until nothing was left. Nothing at all.

She was nude. The dancer’s full, ripe body glowed, burnished skin covered in a sheen of sweat. She stood on the stage, facing them, panting, one foot slightly in front of the other, hands at her sides, arms gracefully poised. The woman had no hair anywhere but her head. Her vulva was perfectly smooth, as were her legs and arms.

“Wow,” sighed Paige. “She’s beautiful.”

“Yeah,” agreed Fiona, seated next to her.

Two of the young serving girls came out, carrying an armless padded chair. They set it down behind the dancer, who gently descended onto it. Accompanied by a subdued drumbeat over the sound system, she proceeded to do a series of acrobatic moves, swinging her muscular body around in the chair, sometimes pointing both legs far to one side or straight up in the air, often spreading them wide apart, bringing audible gasps from her audience.

This display went on for several minutes, her poses becoming more and more extreme, ever more unlikely. She was an expert contortionist, twisting and bending her back and her limbs in ways that brought more gasps. As the drumbeats grew faster and louder and then came to a climax, suddenly ending, the woman finished with her heels behind her head, her fingers pulling apart her labia, her dark wet vagina gaping open.

They sat stunned. There was silence in the room, only the sound of the dancer’s heavy breathing could be heard. Finally Angela began to clap and the others quickly joined her. To loud applause, the dancer uncoiled herself, stood and bowed, smiling, then glided away.

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After finishing their spaghetti dinner and then cleaning up the dishes, they all decided to take a sunset walk along the beach. Four women and four girls strolled out of the condo and down to the edge of the surf.

Stephanie held Veronica’s arm. Carol and Stacie walked hand in hand. Kelly stayed with the moms for a little while, watching Jordan and Hailey and Holly scamper ahead of them. But then she couldn’t resist any longer and ran off to join the kids.

They walked for a half hour or so, the girls finding a few pretty shells, teasing some sand crabs with sticks, picking up long strands of kelp and swinging them around, just generally having a good time. The sun dipped low, and then finally disappeared into the ocean. A chill in the air told them it was time to go in.

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Gwen was dumbfounded. Although she clapped along with the others as the dancer left the stage, she could only mumble “yeah” in agreement when Erin leaned over and said, “That was awesome, wasn’t it?”

What shocked her so much was not the dance itself, but that it was performed in front of children — girls only 12, like Fiona, or 11, like Gwen’s sister Paige, or even just 9, like Debby. A naked woman held her vagina open right in front of a 9-year-old!

Gwen didn’t know whether to be horrified or aroused, or maybe both. No one else seemed to be especially bothered by what was happening, though. Most of them, even the younger girls, were smiling and laughing. Her mother, Eve, whom Gwen knew to usually be rather prim and proper, was grinning broadly, clearly delighted by the spectacle.

She didn’t have long to contemplate what it meant, however, because a moment later two more dancers emerged, accompanied by recorded music with a low booming beat and an erotic, hypnotic melody. The lights dimmed even further in the room.

These women were younger than the previous dancer, perhaps in their early 20s, and looked very much alike, as if they might be sisters. They were dressed identically, in sheer white brassieres and long sheer white skirts, trimmed with gold fringe. Their feet were bare. Veils partially concealed their pretty faces.

Taking the stage, they danced around each other, spinning gracefully, arching their lithe bodies, extending their arms, their shapely legs sometimes appearing through full-length slits in the skirts. The audience was enthralled with their beauty and their talent.

A few minutes after beginning, the two came together, hands stroking each other’s arms, shoulders, torsos. And then, suddenly, almost magically, their brassieres were removed in unison and dropped to the floor, leaving them topless. Seconds later, the skirts disappeared as well. Now they were clad only in tiny white g-strings, plus the veils on their faces.

The dancers then glided off the stage and down to the tables, approaching each of the moms and each of the daughters one by one, shimmying in front of them, shaking their breasts, undulating their hips. They touched the faces of the audience members, caressing their cheeks, slender fingers tracing their lips.

Most did not respond except to gaze in awe, but when it was Sheila’s turn, she eagerly took a finger of the young woman into her mouth, briefly sucking on it. The dancer giggled at this, and after removing her finger, she brought it to one of her breasts, rubbing the wet fingertip over the end of an erect nipple. Everyone sighed as they watched the erotic display.

When each of the women and girls had been visited and caressed, the dancers returned to the stage, where they proceeded, still in graceful motion, to slowly remove each other’s g-strings, and last, their veils. They were nude. The music softened and slowed. The spotlights changed color, to a deep blue. The room became hushed.

Angela stood. In a quiet voice, she said to the others, “Let’s move in closer.”

They followed her lead, getting up from their chairs and forming an arc around the small stage, standing only a foot or two away from the dancers. The beautiful young women smiled at them, then turned in a gentle pirouette, exhibiting their slim sexy bodies. Their skin was much paler than the previous dancer’s, almost white, and while these women did show some very dark pubic hair, it was closely trimmed, leaving their labia smooth.

With the pirouette completed, the dancers embraced, slender arms encircling their forms, hands fluidly caressing soft skin. Their mouths came together and they kissed, tenderly at first, just painted lips on painted lips. But then, as the audience watched, the women closed their eyes and kissed more deeply, lips parting, tongues entwining, naked bodies pressing together.

Standing with her daughter Debby in front of her, arms around the girl, Bridget wondered, could these two really be sisters? They looked so much alike, it seemed that they had to be. Although, she thought, perhaps women of their ethnicity — were they Turkish, Arabian, Egyptian? Bridget had no idea — but possibly they all shared similar characteristics and looked alike. In any case, sisters or not, what they were doing certainly was hot. It made her want to touch herself.

She glanced to the side at her own sister, Sheila, who, she discovered, was touching herself. The skirt of her sundress was up around her waist, held there by one hand while the other was shoved inside her panties, moving fast. Flanking Sheila were her daughters, Erin and Fiona. Bridget saw them looking from time to time at their mother, watching her masturbate.

None of the others, as far as Bridget could tell, were playing with themselves, not yet at least. But there was a heady aura of feminine sexuality among the group gathered at the stage. She thought she could even detect the scent of pussy. And then she realized why.

Not only were the two dancers — the sisters? — hugging and kissing, but they now each had a hand down between the other’s legs, rubbing pussies, fingers sliding inside and finding slippery wetness. As close as the audience was to them, it was easy for the moms and daughters to see that the young women really were reaching inside each other’s vaginas as they kissed. Their fingers gleamed with moisture, their mingled sexual aroma strong and compelling.

Bridget took her arms from Debby for a moment, just long enough to unbutton her slacks, unzip them, and slip a hand inside her own panties. Putting the other arm around her 9-year-old daughter again, hugging her and kissing the top of her head, Bridget masturbated as she watched the dancers fuck each other’s cunts.

And then it was almost time for the climax. The music stopped. The only sounds were gentle moans from the women on the stage and heavy breathing from the audience. But the fingers inside pussies were moving faster now, fucking more urgently. They’d finished kissing, the dancers staring into each other’s eyes, as if trying to sense how close to orgasm they both were, aiming to come simultaneously. A hush of anticipation descended on the group.

It took about 30 seconds longer, and by that time, every pussy in the room was wet, even Debby’s. No one else began to masturbate, not directly, but there were plenty of thighs squeezed together, muscles clenched, clits stimulated. Nipples were stiff and erect, mouths open, wanting, tongues licking lips. It was an audience in heat, hungry for sex.

The dancers seemed to hesitate for a moment, and there was utter stillness — until in a sudden burst of final frenzied fucking they exploded together into orgasm. Sheila came at the same time, loudly. Bridget did not reach climax, but that didn’t bother her at all. It was enough just to be there, stroking her clit, feeling her warm wetness, enjoying the atmosphere of steamy lesbian sex along with her little girl and the other moms and daughters.

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Returning from their sunset walk along the shore, Stephanie poured diet soft drinks for the kids and snifters of brandy for the adults, and then the women and girls settled in to watch a DVD. They cuddled together under blankets on the sofa, in the loveseat, and on the floor, feeling warm and happy and close.

The movie they chose was Disney’s Beauty and the Beast, always a big hit. They sang along and laughed and cheered and even cried some. At the end, they snuggled a few minutes longer, and then it was time for bed.

Continue on to Chapter 32