Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Naughty Mommy

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“Whee!!” Gwen picked Bambi up once again, lifting the girl and tossing her into the waves. Bambi squealed in pleasure.

Kelly had to wonder, though, if Bambi was squealing not only because it was such fun, but because when Gwen lifted her, she had a hand right between the little blonde’s legs, actually grabbing her crotch! She’d been really surprised to see the way Gwen touched the girls, every one of them, including her own sister, Paige. Her hands went everywhere on their slender young bodies, groping and caressing, and they all seemed to love it.

Jordan loved it maybe most of all and played with Gwen just as aggressively as Gwen played with her. The tall teenager was wearing another one-piece Speedo, except this one was lime green instead of red. The suit clung to her and defined her form, erect nipples jutting through the wet fabric, the cleft of her pussy plainly revealed. These seemed to be targets for all the girls, especially Jordan. Now, as the 7-year-old climbed on Gwen’s back, she reached around and squeezed the teen’s breasts, deliberately pinching the hard nipples. Gwen cried out in delight. Earlier, Kelly had watched Bambi, Amanda, Paige, and certainly Jordan groping Gwen’s crotch. Only the twins held back on the most aggressive touching.

Kelly spent most of her time with Holly and Hailey, and as she watched Gwen, Kelly became bolder too, putting her hands right between her sisters’ legs as they cavorted in the water, stroking their little pussies through their bikini bottoms. They both laughed excitedly and grabbed her as well, touching her breasts through her skimpy top. She began to ask herself how far things might actually go with their sexy games in the ocean waves.

Just then Gwen called time out, however, telling the girls she needed a rest.

“Awwww!!!” they chorused, begging her to stay and play some more. But she strode toward the shore and beckoned them to follow her, which they did.

“Anybody want ice cream?” Gwen asked, as they reached dry sand. Of course six little girls said they did, or screamed they did.

“Okay, well, I bet if we all go ask our moms really nicely,” said Gwen, “if we crawl up on their laps and rub ourselves against them and kiss them, I bet they’ll say we can have ice cream.”

That idea went over big. The girls raced up the beach toward the reserved area where their mothers were getting drunk and flirting with each other.

Kelly and Gwen walked along more slowly behind the kids, shaking their heads and smiling as they watched them run.

“Hey, um,” Kelly said,” I wanted to ask you something. Or actually, my mom, my moms, wanted to ask your mom if you guys would come to dinner tonight. At our condo. You know, have dinner with us tonight. Barbecued chicken.”

“Oh, yeah, that sounds cool. I think we can. I’ll ask my mom.” Gwen smiled down at Kelly and took her hand, giving it a squeeze. Kelly’s heart practically burst out of her chest.

Jordan jumped onto Stacie’s lap, Amanda onto Tina’s lap, and Paige onto Eve’s lap. Angela was standing up, so Bambi simply hugged her tightly and started riding her thigh. Stephanie, who was in a lounge chair, found herself with a twin astride each leg, hugging her and kissing her.

“Ice cream! Ice cream! Ice cream!” the girls all sang out at once.

They got their treat, obviously. Their moms each had enjoyed several drinks by then, and when you combined that with the effect of having sexy little girls kissing and caressing and humping them, the women would have agreed to almost anything.

Eve actually thought it was pretty funny that 11-year-old Paige, who normally tried to present herself as mature and advanced for her age, was sitting on her lap, calling her Mommy instead of Mom, and using baby talk to beg for ice cream. At the same time, though, Eve kept one eye on Stephanie, who was seated next to her, watching to see how how the woman would react as those little blonde twins rubbed their wet bodies against her. Was it possible, she wondered, that Stephanie and Veronica had the same kind of relationship with their daughters that she now had with Gwen and Paige?

The moms gave them money for ice cream and the girls ran off together toward the snack bar, all except Kelly and Gwen who stayed behind. Both were looking for an opportunity to talk with their mothers about dinner plans.

As the girls zoomed off, giggling and shrieking, Angela and Carol sat down to become better acquainted. Eve and Veronica and Stephanie were sort of huddling together along with Gwen and Kelly, so this left Stacie and Tina to smile shyly at each other as they nursed their beers.

Finally Tina approached Stacie. “Hi,” she said.

“Hi.”

“I’m Tina.”

“Yeah, uh, hi, I’m Stacie. And your daughter is… I’m sorry, I don’t remember her name.”

“That’s okay. It’s Amanda.”

“Oh, yes, Amanda. Such a pretty name. And my little girl is Jordan.”

“I do remember her,” Tina chuckled. “With so much energy, she’s hard to forget.”

“You’re right about that. She’s a ball of fire.”

Nearby, Stephanie was saying, “It’s a little awkward, you already being here with another group and ordinarily we wouldn’t do this, but Kelly is just…… no, I won’t blame her. She wants to spend more time with Gwen, and we really would like to get to know you, and, uh, Paige, right? We’d like to get to know all of you better.”

“Well, sure, that sounds very nice,” Eve smiled. “I don’t see why we shouldn’t. Thank you.”

Kelly and Gwen giggled and grinned at each other, still holding hands.

“I finally accepted their offer and sold the business, only a few weeks ago, in fact,” Carol told Angela. “So now I’m on my own, a woman with time, and money… and desires.”

“Mmm, I know what you mean. I’m in a similar circumstance. That is, my family has considerable holdings which I manage, but that still leaves me plenty of time to pursue my — I really should say our, since they are Bambi’s interests as much as mine — to pursue our special interests. We travel around and meet people, and… we enjoy them.”

“I see. And, uh, could there be any special sort of people you like to enjoy?”

Angela smiled at Carol. The woman was quick. Somehow she’d seemed to grasp almost instantly what sort of interests were being alluded to.

“Well, yes, we do have a… preference, if you will. We enjoy it the most when we are able to get to know attractive moms with young daughters. Single mothers, mind you. Frankly, I’m not at all interested in men, and neither is Bambi.”

“I should hope not,” Carol chuckled, considering that Bambi was only 10.

“She does enjoy women, however, very much, and girls too, of course. I don’t mind telling you that because I suspect you’ve already guessed it.”

As Carol nodded, Angela gazed at the woman for a moment, their locked eyes conveying a deep understanding. Then she turned to look at Veronica, and Stephanie, and Kelly. She thought about the other little girls who were part of Carol’s extended family, the twins, Holly and Hailey, and the littlest angel, Jordan.

“You know, I wonder if perhaps we…” Angela began as she turned back to Carol. But just then Eve came over to them.

“Would you think me terribly rude, Angela, if I said I’ve made plans for tonight, and that we won’t be able to join you for dinner?”

“No, of course not, darling. It’s perfectly fine. You’re not tied to me — although I do have a secret fantasy about tying you up some night and having my way with you.”

Carol laughed and clapped her hands as Eve turned red. Angela stood and gave her a little hug. “I’m sorry, my dear, I shouldn’t tease. You go have fun tonight with your new friends. I want you to. We’ll get along fine, I assure you.”

“Yes, I’m sure you will,” Eve smiled, her blush starting to fade. She gave Angela a kiss on the cheek, then returned to Stephanie and Veronica and accepted their dinner invitation.

Angela sat down again, and Carol asked, “What was it you were going to say, earlier…? You were thinking about something.”

“Oh, yes. Well, it’s just this. I know it may seem presumptuous, but it occurred to me that it might be fun for all of us to have an excursion together, to get away on our own for a day, out on the water where we can have some real privacy and be able to do anything we want with each other.”

Carol was impressed. This blonde bombshell seemed to be a big thinker. She smiled and winked at her. “Get away, and then… do anything we want with each other?”

The woman simply nodded and licked her lips.

“That would be nice, very nice, but… what do you mean by ‘out on the water’? Do you mean on a boat?”

“Yes, certainly, a yacht. I know someone, a private charter I’ve used before, with an all-female crew. Ahem, a lesbian crew. They’re quite discreet, not to mention very attractive and extremely friendly too.”

“Hmm, this is sounding better all the time. All of us together, mothers and daughters, on a yacht with a lesbian crew… wow…”

Angela took out her cell phone. “Let me see if I can find their contact information… where is it, where is it… ah, here it is, Carte Blanche Charters. What do you think, shall I give them a call?”

“Sure, but I’d guess this is going to be pretty pricey, right? So, let’s agree to split the cost, half and half, you and I.”

“Well…” Angela hesitated. It was in her nature to always want to pay for everything.

“Come on, I want to,” Carol said. “Don’t worry, I can afford it, I’m loaded. And besides, it’s in such a worthy cause, I’d spend any amount to make something like this happen.”

With a sly grin, Angela leaned forward, bringing her face right up to Carol’s. She kissed the woman tenderly on the lips, and said, “I think this could be the beginning of a beautiful friendship.”

Carol returned the smile, then put her hand behind Angela’s neck and pulled them together again, kissing her wetly right in front of everyone.

“Gosh, look at those two,” Tina said to Stacie. “They’re getting really friendly really fast.”

“Yeah,” Stacie smiled, “my mom is like that now. Ever since my father died, she’s been, well, she kind of just goes ahead and does whatever she wants.”

Tina giggled, “And Angela, I can tell you from experience, is that way too. She sees something, she wants it, and then she gets it.”

“Looks like they’ll make quite a pair.”

When the sweet but indecent lesbian kiss ended, Angela turned to look at the others, leering and licking her lips. It seemed that she was about to say something to them, but just then her cell phone, which she still held in her hand, began singing.

Tina smiled to herself. She recognized the ring tone. It was Katy Perry’s song, “I Kissed a Girl.”

“Yes?” Angela said, the phone to her ear. “Oh, hello, Sheila darling, how are you?”

As she was conversing with the caller, the little girls returned, each licking an ice cream cone — although in Jordan’s case, it appeared that half of the treat was on her cheeks and chin. Stacie chuckled and grabbed a napkin so she could clean her daughter up a bit.

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A half hour later, all the arrangements had been finalized. Plans were set for the night: Eve and her daughters would join Carol and her group for a barbecue dinner at the condo, while Angela and Tina had accepted an invitation to dine with Sheila, Bridget, and their girls at Sheila’s house. And on Thursday, in two days, an even more exciting event was awaiting: all of them together, nine women and eleven young girls, would embark on a pleasure cruise out in the ocean. A whole day and night on a luxury yacht — what an adventure that would be!

The kids played in the water some more that afternoon (with Gwen and Kelly getting even naughtier in their groping and fondling) as the mothers conversed and drank and flirted, and later a giant sand sculpture was constructed under Paige’s direction, but by around 4:00, they all decided it was time to part. Eve and her girls went to their rooms to shower and change clothes for dinner, while Angela and Tina and their two daughters headed up to the penthouse suite to do the same.

Carol, Veronica, Stephanie, and Stacie strolled back toward the condo with the children running ahead. Kelly was giddy with joy, her feet barely touching the sand as she chased after Jordan and the twins. When she and Gwen had said goodbye, or actually “see you soon,” Gwen had given her a soft kiss, right on the lips! Kelly didn’t know what else might happen later — although it seemed that almost anything was possible — but right now she was as happy as could be.

“What did you think of… of Eve, and her girls?” Stephanie asked the other women as they walked. “Did you get the impression that they, that the three of them, well, you know…”

She wished she could be more straightforward with her question, but for some reason it was difficult to come right out and say it.

“Like us, you mean?” Veronica grinned. “Are you asking if we think she fools around with her daughters? Has sex with them?”

Stephanie started to reply, but Carol said, “I’ll bet she does. I’m quite sure that Angela has sex with Bambi. She as much as told me so.”

“Really??” Stacie and Stephanie asked in unison, eyebrows raised.

“Yes, really,” Carol chuckled. “I wouldn’t be at all surprised if Eve has had sex with her girls, and, uh, what’s her name, Tina and little Amanda too.”

“Wow…” Stacie breathed. “So we’re not the only ones.”

“No, we’re not,” Carol continued. “I don’t think we are anyway. I’m not certain about the others, the women Angela and them are having dinner with tonight, but who knows? Maybe them too. It could be we’ve stumbled upon a big group of incestuous moms and daughters.”

They were all quiet for a minute while they thought about that.

As they stepped up onto the deck of the condo, Stephanie said. “I suppose it all might be true, but just the same, I think we’d better go kind of easy at first tonight. We don’t know for sure, and it could be pretty messy if we said something to Eve and, well… if it wasn’t true.”

“But if they aren’t doing anything yet, don’t you think we should initiate them?” Carol asked, a twinkle in her eye.

Stephanie frowned and was about to respond, but Carol put a hand on her arm. “No, it’s all right, honey, I’m kidding. Don’t get upset. I won’t say anything that will embarrass you, or her, I promise. On the other hand, I have a feeling I won’t have to, that none of us will. Things might just sort of take their natural course.”

Taking a deep breath, Stephanie tried to smile. She was still worried but didn’t want her anxieties to affect their family relationships. “You’re probably right,” she said. “I guess we’ll have to see.”

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Angela and Tina each presented Sheila with a nice bottle of wine as hostess gifts, and Bambi and Amanda together handed her a huge bouquet of fresh flowers.

“Oh, how lovely they are!” Sheila smiled, pressing her face into the flowers and inhaling deeply, before giving each of the girls a kiss on the lips. She passed the flowers to Erin, asking her to find a vase for them. Then she took a closer look at the wines.

“Well, I must say, both of these should go quite well with our entree,” she smiled. “Good choices! We’re having grilled swordfish steaks with a pomegranate glaze.”

“Gosh, that sounds wonderful,” Tina enthused. “I gotta admit, I’m actually kind of hungry.”

Sheila laughed heartily, in her usual style. “There are plenty of hors d’oeuvres outside that should tide you over. We won’t be eating dinner for another hour or so. Bridget will fix you something to drink too. You go ahead, it’s right out there, through the family room. I have to get back to the kitchen.”

She started to turn, then stopped. “Did you kids wear your bathing suits? Or bring them with you?”

The 10-year-old blondes both nodded.

“Super. You can hop in the pool then with Debby and Fiona. Have a good time!” She waved as she breezed away.

It was a small backyard pool, only five feet deep, but that didn’t stop the little girls from having a blast, jumping in and out, splashing each other, shrieking and giggling. It took Amanda and Bambi only seconds to whip off their clothes, revealing tiny bikinis, and join the fun.

After greeting the moms with hugs and kisses, Bridget made drinks for them. Tina fixed herself a plate of yummy-looking finger foods, and then the three of them sat down to relax in the shade and watch the girls play.

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Eve and Gwen and Paige arrived at the condo about 5:30, as planned. Eve had bought a box of Godiva truffles at the hotel, which was the only thing she could think of on short notice. She handed them to Stephanie, saying, “I hope you like chocolate as much as I do.”

“Oh, thank you! Of course, I do. Can’t live without it!” Stephanie laughed, giving Eve a kiss on the cheek.

“Damn the calories, full speed ahead!” joked Carol.

Veronica served drinks to their guests — wine for Eve, sodas for the girls — while Stephanie got the barbecue started up. They all sat outside on the deck for a while, enjoying the late afternoon sun, but soon the little kids were itching to play.

“You wanna go in the ocean again?” Hailey said to Kelly. Holly nodded eagerly, while Jordan looked on brightly. She would do anything with anyone as long as it was fun.

“Hmm, maybe, I don’t know,” Kelly answered. The truth was she really wanted to do something with Gwen, preferably alone. Except that Gwen wasn’t paying much attention to her right then. Instead it seemed like she was deliberately flirting with Carol, and with Kelly’s mom, Veronica. Which is fine, thought Kelly, she has a right, I guess. So maybe what I should do is take the kids inside, go upstairs and fool around with them. I know they’d want to kiss me and stuff.

Gwen smiled at Carol, who kept giving her winks. The way Veronica and Carol were looking at her, both openly admiring her legs, really turned her on. She was wearing denim short-shorts and a loose Hollister tank top with no bra, but instead of her usual sneakers she’d borrowed a pair of sling-back heeled sandals from her mom. They made her feel mature and sexy. She was glad she’d decided to dress that way. It was exciting to draw so much attention.

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It didn’t take long. Bambi figured it out almost immediately. She’d had plenty of experience in swimming pools all around the country and knew that in most of them there were places where the water came out through a hole really fast and if you put yourself right in front of it, it felt amazing. She found the spot, positioned herself holding onto the side, and within minutes a glazed look stole over her eyes.

Erin was in the pool now with the younger kids. She’d been playing with them but her attention had been diverted to what Bambi was doing, and Erin found herself getting turned on. She knew exactly what was happening with the sexy little girl, of course, because she’d done it herself many times. Watching Bambi do it made her clit tingle.

Fiona knew all about it too. She and Erin had never really discussed it, but she’d seen her big sister doing it before and then had tried it herself. It was totally awesome. There were a couple of places like that in their pool. She quickly went over to the second one and placed her crotch in front of it.

That left Debby and Amanda, both of whom were oblivious. Erin was holding Debby in her arms, and Amanda was climbing out of the pool so she could jump back in again. Her wet bikini, which was microscopic to begin with (it was borrowed from Bambi), was almost falling off now. Erin looked up between Amanda’s legs and got a nice glimpse of her hairless slit.

So many choices. So many opportunities. Erin couldn’t decide what to do. The two masturbation spots in the pool were already taken, but she could fool around with Debby if she felt like it, and maybe even with Amanda too. Both were very tempting to Erin. She liked girls and women a lot, age didn’t really matter to her — as long as they had a pussy.

Angela didn’t hesitate at all. There was no indecision for her. She recognized what Bambi was up to, noticed Fiona doing the same thing, and then acted. She stood up, reached underneath her skirt and tugged down her panties (which she was wearing, for once), and put them aside. Sitting down again, she opened her legs and began to masturbate.

Tina was shocked, to say the least. She knew that Angela was impulsive and bold, but this was more than she ever expected. She looked around the yard. The fences were high, and there were a lot of trees and shrubbery, but still, the houses on both sides were two stories, the same as Sheila’s, and Tina wondered if anyone might be able to see them…

That didn’t seem to concern Angela, though. She hiked her skirt up almost to her waist, slid down in the chair and spread her legs wide as she rubbed herself.

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Paige squirmed in the hard plastic chair on the deck at the condo as she took another sip of ginger ale. She felt uneasy. Being 11, Paige was in-between ages with the other girls there. She wasn’t little any more like Jordan or the twins, but she also wasn’t a teenager yet like her sister, Gwen, or like Kelly. There was no one she could really connect with. And besides she was sort of being ignored. Those older ladies were staring at Gwen’s legs like crazy, how could you miss that? Of course, it’s understandable, she told herself, Gwen does have great legs. It’s kind of weird, though, that we keep meeting up with so many different ladies who like girls so much. I wonder if all grownup women are that way… maybe they are, who knows?

Stacie was studying Hailey, the pretty blonde, only 8 years old. That was who she would sleep with that evening, assuming nothing changed between now and then. She’d had a mostly quiet and uneventful time with Holly, Hailey’s twin, two nights ago. Uneventful, that is, if you didn’t count the fact that she’d masturbated beside the child — although Holly was asleep then so it didn’t really matter much.

But now, oh my god, now they all had permission to do whatever they wanted with the little girls, or at least whatever the girls wanted to do as well. And the other thing was, she and Hailey would be in the same room that night with Stacie’s mother, Carol, who would be sleeping with Holly. Would all four of them end up doing something together? It was hard to believe it was really happening.

Stacie licked her lips as she gazed at the twins. Then she glanced over at Stephanie, who was turning the chicken on the grill. She squeezed her legs together. Let’s get this dinner over with fast, Stacie thought, ‘cause I want to go to bed soon!

Kelly made up her mind. “Hey, you guys,” she said to the younger kids as she got to her feet, “let’s go inside for a minute. There’s something I want to show you.”

Gwen watched Hailey and Holly and Jordan trail after Kelly. And suddenly she was struck with a powerful urge. The hell with these older women — she wanted little girls! Without saying anything to anyone, she stood up and followed them inside.

Paige had a decision to make. Should she go with them? She would hate to miss out on whatever they might be doing, but on the other hand, now she was alone with all the women, the only girl still out there. Now maybe she could be the center of attention.

She couldn’t really show her legs, though, the way Gwen had, because she was wearing a long white peasant dress that went all the way down to her ankles. Except — now there’s an idea! The cotton material of her dress was very thin and she wasn’t wearing a bra or anything, so if she sort of stretched it tight over her chest, her little boobies would definitely stand out. Let’s try it… yeah, that worked great! You could even see the brown color of her nipples right through the dress. And check it out, now the ladies were staring at her! 

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When she was finished preparing the asparagus, Sheila poured herself another glass of wine. She thought of the old joke from W.C. Fields — “I cook with wine, sometimes I even add it to the food” — and chuckled to herself before downing half the glass.

Things were under control in the kitchen, and it wasn’t time to start the grill yet, so she had a few minutes to relax. Stepping outside for a visit with her guests, Sheila saw Bridget standing by the little cabinet they used as a bar, staring, her mouth open. Tina was staring too. Both were looking at Angela, who was pumping three fingers in and out of her vagina. The woman’s panties lay on the patio beneath her chair.

Sheila laughed out loud. “Good for you! That’s what I like to see! Do what you feel like doing and who the fuck cares what anyone else thinks!”

Feeling loose and happy and very horny, Sheila reached under her own dress and quickly pulled down her panties. “No underwear!” she cried. “Bridget, Tina, both of you — take ‘em off! This is a no-underwear party!”

Bridget was wearing shorts, which made it a bit awkward. She wanted to be a good sport, though, so she took a deep breath, swallowed hard, and then unbuttoned and unzipped her khaki shorts and let them fall to the ground. Stepping out of them, she pulled down her panties too… but now she had to make up her mind… should she put her shorts back on? Maybe go in and find a skirt to wear? She looked down at her silk blouse. The tails were, well, they were almost long enough to cover her crotch and her bottom, so she decided, what the hell, she’d go for it.

In fact, Bridget decided, she would take things a step further. Glancing around to make sure no nosy neighbors could see, she unbuttoned her blouse and pulled it off, then unhooked and removed her bra. She slipped the blouse back on, buttoned it halfway, and that was it. She was dressed for dinner!

Tina giggled nervously, hesitating for a moment. However, she told herself, she’d gone without panties during the penthouse party the other night, so it should be no big deal, right? She smiled at Sheila, then stood up, shimmying her tight denim miniskirt up over her hips and pushing her underwear down and off. Sheila actually clapped when she finished, which made Tina very proud.

Bambi suddenly started climaxing in the swimming pool, making little squeaks and yelps, gasping for breath. This made Angela come too. She fucked her pussy faster and faster as she groaned in ecstasy, her body shuddering repeatedly. The other women watched in awe, especially when they saw, and heard, liquids gushing out of her cunt, actually dripping from the chair onto the patio. It was an incredibly hot display of erupting feminine passion.

Continue on to Chapter 41

By Naughty Mommy

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Holly, Hailey, and Jordan had tired of the arcade after an hour or so and were now ambling with Kelly along the beach not far from the condo. The little girls weren’t wearing bathing suits, but their shoes were off so they were wading in the shallow surf and also looking for shells and things.

Kelly’s cell phone rang. She dug it out of her backpack.

“Hi, Mom.”

“We’re all done here, sweetie,” Veronica told her. “You kids can come back now.”

“How’d it go?”

“It’s fine, everything’s fine. I’ll tell you more about it later, okay?”

“Okay. We’ll be there in a minute.”

When they arrived, Carol and Stacie were sitting outside on the deck, each with a beer. The three younger girls went upstairs to put their suits on, but Kelly was eager to learn what had happened. She found her moms in the kitchen, talking and drinking coffee.

“Well, we talked about, you know, what you and I saw, or heard, anyway, between Carol and Jordan,” Veronica told her daughter, “and, uh, also some things that happened last night, with me and Hailey, and with Mommy and Jordan.”

“You and Jordan?” Kelly looked at Stephanie.

“Yeah, well, that little girl can be pretty, um, adventurous in bed,” Stephanie chuckled. “And, I must say, I enjoyed it. But you slept with her that night in the motel, didn’t you? Did anything happen then?”

Kelly blushed. “Yeah. I mean, we kissed a lot and, um, we were naked and she was laying on top of me and stuff.”

“Did she do Pony-Pony?”

“What’s that? She said something about it, I think, but… what is Pony-Pony?”

“Well, it’s, hmm, I don’t know, maybe I should let her show you, when the time is right.” She glanced at the clock. “And speaking of time, I should get to the grocery store. I want to do barbecued chicken tonight, but I need to marinate it first.”

“Um, Mommy?” Kelly said.

“Yes, honey?”

“I was thinking, is it okay if we have Gwen and her mom and her sister come over for dinner tonight? Would that be all right? Could I ask them? Or maybe you ask them?”

“Sure, it’s fine with me,” Stephanie smiled. “You can ask them if you want to. I’ll get some extra chicken. And make sure you tell them we’re inviting them, all right? So they’ll know it’s okay. Although…”

She turned to Veronica. “Now that we, uh, now that we’ve decided to… to go ahead, do you think there’s any risk in having guests over?”

The older woman shrugged. “Regardless of what we do in bed, we’re not going to hide ourselves completely away from society, are we?”

“No, I suppose you’re right, we’re not. Anyway, don’t you worry about it, honey,” Stephanie said to Kelly. “Everything’s going to be fine.” She gave the teen a little hug and a kiss on the cheek. “You can have your friend over and we’ll have a good time tonight.”

“Okay. Thanks, Mommy.”

Stephanie turned back to Veronica. “I think I’ll ask Stacie if she wants to go to the store with me. That’ll give us more time to chat about all this.”

“Sounds good,” Veronica nodded. Stephanie kissed her lover on the lips, then walked outside.

“So, uh,” Kelly began, her eyes bright with curiosity, “what exactly did you do with Hailey last night, Mom?”

“Oh, well, uh, we were kissing, and then I…” Veronica took a deep breath. She was suddenly very nervous.

The adults had decided not to make a big deal out of the changed situation, at least not at the beginning. They wouldn’t have a group meeting with the kids or anything like that. Instead, they planned to just talk quietly with each of them as the opportunity arose. But Veronica had hoped that when the time came to talk with Kelly, she would feel more relaxed than she did right now.

Another deep breath. Okay, now just go ahead. “I… I guess you could say that I had sex with her. We were kissing, and I held her hand in mine and I rubbed it on my… on my clit, and I had an orgasm.”

“Wow.”

“I know. Wow.” She tried to chuckle. “Are you, are you okay with that?”

“Yeah, but — will you do it with me too?”

Veronica gulped. “Will I…”

“Hey, you guys!” It was Carol, coming in from the deck. She had Stacie and Stephanie behind her.

“Before they go to the store, we have to” — Carol saw the little girls coming down the stairs in their bikinis — “you kids too, come over here. We have to draw cards again, find out where everybody’s gonna sleep tonight, okay?”

So, they all gathered around as Carol shuffled the eight Uno cards, and then they each drew one. The results this time were Jordan 1, Holly 3, Hailey 4, Kelly 2, Stacie 4, Stephanie 2, Veronica 1, Carol 3. This meant Veronica and Jordan would take the big bed in the master bedroom, Stephanie and Kelly would be in the second bedroom, and Carol and Holly would share one bed in the third room, with Stacie and Hailey in the other bed.

To the kids, it was pretty much business as usual; they were familiar by this time with their nightly Musical Beds routine. But to the women, knowing they had now given themselves and each other full permission to do as they liked with the young girls — within reason, of course, and with the girl’s consent — it meant a long afternoon of wondering what might happen in bed that evening with their designated partners.

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After enjoying a long late breakfast in the penthouse suite with the others, Sheila, Bridget, and the girls headed home. They had some necessary chores to attend to, real life intruding on their illicit lesbian leisure time, and so they didn’t make any definite plans to get back together. But Sheila got Angela’s cell phone number and promised she would call her that afternoon to perhaps arrange something.

Bambi took the younger girls, Paige and Amanda, into her bedroom to play with Barbies, while Gwen stayed with the grownups to chat for a while. With all the intense activity of the night before — the exotic erotic dinner at the private club and then the round-robin incestuous orgy that followed it — none of them felt an immediate need for more sex, and it was actually rather nice just to sit and talk.

“So, have you thought more about it, Tina?” Angela asked at one point. “Doing what I suggested to find other moms like us who might live in your area?

The younger woman smiled, her dimples showing. “Not really. I haven’t had much time to think about anything with all the other stuff we’ve been doing.”

Angela winked at her.

“What was it you were going to do?” asked Eve.

“Oh, um, Angela said that if I, you know, maybe if I go online and look for stories about… well, about what we’ve been doing, you know, moms and their daughters, little girls…”

“Lesbian incest,” Angela interjected. “Just do a search for that. You’ll find that there are several very good story sites.”

“Right,” Tina nodded. “Lesbian incest.”

Gwen giggled, a bit nervously. It was incredible to actually hear people talk calmly about things that until now had been only the most bizarre and remote fantasies for her, exciting but totally unmentionable in conversation.

“So, you find those story sites, and then…?” Eve prompted Tina.

“Um, Angela said that maybe I should, like, leave comments on the stories I read and then kind of get to know some of the other people who leave comments, and maybe the authors too, and then by, um, by networking and everything, possibly find some people, some other moms, I mean, who might live near us. And then hopefully get together with them, actually meet them in person.”

“Wow.” Eve looked at Angela. “Do you really think that might work?”

“Of course,” replied the blonde. “Why wouldn’t it? As I was saying to Tina the other night, you would probably be amazed to learn how many women, especially mothers, harbor fantasies about incest, about sex with their young daughters, their cute little girls. In my experience I’ve found that it is very common, perhaps not universal, but close. It almost seems to be an instinct.”

“Wow,” Eva said again.

“And for some women, for quite a few, in fact, it’s not only fantasy but reality. As with you two, they have discovered the wonderful joy of having sex with their daughters.”

“Wow, I, um… I wonder if I should do that too, back in Phoenix.”

“Yeah, Mom, you should,” encouraged Gwen.

“You could look for girls your age too,” Angela said to her, “teenagers who live near you and who have the same desires that you do. I can virtually guarantee that there are many. You might even already know some.”

“Honest? You think?”

“Certainly.”

“Wow,” mused Gwen, slowly shaking her head.

Angela smiled at the repeated ‘wows’ of mother and daughter.

They chatted a while longer, until Bambi and the girls came out, saying they wanted to go down to the beach. By then it was almost noon. Since they’d had such a late breakfast, and a very filling one, they decided that in the afternoon they would have only snacks and things. Angela would order a selection of fresh fruits and raw vegetables with yogurt dip, along with a few small sandwiches, and of course, plenty to drink.

Soon they were down in the large reserved area granted to Angela as a VIP privilege. She spoke to a waiter, telling them what they wanted, and everyone settled in under beach umbrellas. The younger girls grabbed buckets and things, heading off to build another sand sculpture. Gwen hung back again, looking at her cell phone. She was supposed to meet Kelly at 1:00, and didn’t want to miss that.

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When Stephanie and Stacie left to do the grocery shopping, Veronica made a decision. She’d been unsatisfied earlier with the way she handled the short discussion with her daughter Kelly — and they’d been interrupted anyway by the drawing of cards — so now she wanted to talk with her some more.

“Honey,” she said, “let’s you and I take a little walk, okay?”

“Sure, Mom,” Kelly shrugged.

Outside on the deck. the younger girls, Jordan and the twins, were sorting through and arranging and trading the seashells and other treasures they’d found. Stacie and Carol were leaning back on lounge chairs, enjoying the sun.

“Kelly and I are going for a walk,” Veronica told them. “We’ll be back in a while. Kids, if you want to go in the water, do not go in past your knees unless Aunt Carol or Stacie is with you, okay?”

“Aw, Mom, we’re good swimmers,” Hailey argued.

“I know you are, but that doesn’t matter. You do what I say. I told Carol and Stacie they could spank you if you don’t.”

Veronica winked at the two women, who grinned at her. They actually had leeway to do a whole lot more with the girls than just spank them if they wanted to. But everyone knew probably nothing sexual would occur until bedtime that night. Probably.

As they strolled down the sand toward the surf, Veronica took her daughter’s hand. She thought about what they’d been through together. Kelly was the result of an unplanned and unexpected pregnancy when Veronica was 26. At that point in her life, she was a confirmed lesbian, as she had been since her teenage years, but she was also in the middle of a rather wild stage with lots of parties and drinking and drugs and random sex.

Somewhere along the way, she’d had sex with a man (or men) obviously, even though she truly couldn’t remember it — some of those parties were extremely wild — and was surprised to find herself missing her period. A doctor confirmed what she feared, and then Veronica had a big decision to make. Would she abort the fetus, or would she have the baby?

It was that decision that changed her life, that set her on the path toward where she, and they, were today. She’d stopped doing drugs, sworn off parties and random sex, cut way back on drinking and even quit smoking. She got serious about her career for the first time too, becoming more focused and eventually working her way up to a fine position within the city administration, earning a good living and making what she thought was a real difference in improving people’s lives.

When she was 36 she met Stephanie, who was then 24, and despite their age difference it was love at first sight. It was not an easy choice to make, however, for them to move in together. Veronica and Kelly had been on their own for nine years by then, and although being a single mom, a working mom, not to mention a lesbian mom, was a challenge, Veronica had done her best and she and her daughter were very happy. She had dated only occasionally all that time, relying mostly on porn and masturbation to fulfill her sexual needs. So, how would it work to bring another woman into Kelly’s life, a second mom? A mom, in fact, with two little girls of her own, twins who were still just toddlers — could they make it work?

They decided to try and it turned out beautifully, better than either Veronica or Stephanie could have hoped. Today, almost five years later, they were a united, loving family, two mothers and three daughters, all very close. Now they were about to become even more loving and closer than ever before, introducing an active sexuality into their mutual relationships. That was what she needed to talk about with Kelly.

She and her daughter strolled along the shore, skirting the edge of the surf, heading south and west in the direction of the rocky point, where there were fewer people. They walked slowly for a long time, still holding hands, and Kelly was beginning to wonder if her mom was ever going to say anything at all. She could tell she was thinking about stuff, probably important stuff, so Kelly didn’t want to interrupt, but she was getting really curious.

Finally Veronica began. “All right, so, the first thing I want to say is that even though we might be starting to do things with each other — sexual things, I mean, between all of us, your sisters and Mommy and you and me — it’s always your choice, okay? That is, if there is something you don’t want to do, something you might feel uncomfortable with, or if you just don’t want to do anything at all, you just say so. You never have to do anything you don’t want to do, all right?”

“Yeah, okay,” Kelly replied.

“And, um, if you have questions, if there are things you don’t understand, or if you want to know more about something or whatever, I just want you to know you can ask me anything, all right? Nothing’s off limits.”

“Sure, Mom.”

“Well, so, I guess I should ask you, how do you feel about all this? Does it bother you, or upset you in any way? You can say so if it does.”

Kelly squeezed her mother’s hand. “No, it’s fine, it’s cool, I’m glad. I’ve actually been thinking about it for a while, stuff like this, I mean, and so, now it’s great. I’m glad.”

“You’ve been thinking about it?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Thinking about…”

“Um, like, you know, having sex with you, and with Mommy, stuff like that.”

“Have you really?”

“Yeah, but… is that okay?”

“Well, yes, of course it is. It’s just, I’m surprised, I had no idea.”

For a minute or two, both were quiet, thinking. Then Veronica suddenly stopped walking. She looked around, as if coming awake.

“Look how far we’ve gone,” she chuckled. “I never realized it. We should start back.”

“Okay.”

By the time they got back to the condo, the chicken was marinating, a variety of vegetables had been prepared and were waiting in the refrigerator to be grilled that night, and Stephanie was relaxing on the deck with a beer. Stacie and Carol were playing in the waves with Hailey and Holly and Jordan.

“Oh, shoot, I almost forgot,” Kelly said as she sat down on a lounge chair. “What time is it?” She’d left her cell phone in her backpack and didn’t wear a watch.

Stephanie looked at hers. “It’s… about 12:45. Why?”

“Because, remember? I’m supposed to meet Gwen at 1:00. Over in front of the hotel.”

“Oh, yes, of course, that’s right. Would you like us to come with you?”

“Sure, I guess, if you want to.”

“I think we should,” Stephanie nodded. “That way, if we see Gwen’s mother — her name was Eve, wasn’t it? — if we see her, we can invite them to join us for dinner ourselves. That is, unless you would rather be the one to do the inviting.”

“No, you do it,” Kelly grinned. “That makes it more official.”

“All right,” said Stephanie, standing up and ruffling Kelly’s hair affectionately. She kissed Veronica on the lips, and then went inside to put on a little makeup.

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Gwen was getting worried. She’d been standing outside the entrance to the hotel since ten minutes before 1:00 and it was now ten minutes after. She scanned the crowds constantly, looking for the cute petite girl with the big smile, and still hadn’t seen her. She wondered if she should call Kelly’s cell phone and see if there was a problem, but couldn’t make up her mind whether to do that or not.

Finally she noticed a big group heading her way. She actually spotted the twins first, her eye being drawn to the sexy 8-year-old blondes in their little bikinis, and quickly realized that those were the two she’d seen the other day inside the hotel, and then again at the zoo. The other little girl was with them too, the younger one, and — yes, there she was, there was Kelly!

The teenagers rushed together, clasping hands and exchanging greetings. After they made some introductions, Gwen meeting Carol and Stacie for the first time, along with Jordan, Stephanie asked, “Is your mother around somewhere, Gwen? I wanted to ask her something.”

“Um, yeah, she’s right over there. Come on, I’ll introduce you guys and everything.”

They followed the tall brunette with the ponytail to a partially fenced-off area on the beach in front of the Playa del Mar.

“Mom?” Gwen said as they approached. “And, um, Angela and Tina? This is, uh, Carol and Stacie and Veronica and Stephanie, and, like, Kelly and, um, Holly and Hailey, and… Jordan, right?”

“Very good, great memory,” Carol winked at Gwen, before stepping forward to shake Angela’s hand.

And as the adults were all meeting each other, the three girls, Bambi, Amanda, and Paige, came bounding up across the sand, looking for cold sodas. They were introduced as well.

Bambi immediately glommed on to Jordan and the twins, recognizing an opportunity when it was placed in front of her. She didn’t know yet, of course, whether there was any real chance these new girls would want to join in their sex games, but like her mother, Angela, Bambi had very good instincts. She couldn’t have said what it was, but something inside told her they probably would have a lot of fun together.

Carol and Angela connected the same way, sharing an almost instant mutual understanding. When Angela had extended her hand and Carol took it, neither one wanted to let go. The remainder of the introductions were made with nods or air kisses in place of handshakes. Now, with an arm around Carol’s waist, Angela drafted her as an assistant bartender while she began offering drinks to everyone.

“Oh, but we can’t stay,” Stephanie protested. “We just wanted to stop by to say hello and —”

“Nonsense. Of course you’re going to stay,” pronounced Angela. “Here, you sit down, I won’t take no for an answer. I’ll get more chairs.”

She summoned a nearby waiter, and a minute later there were seats for all. Wine was poured for those who wanted it and chilled beers were handed out to others, while some accepted tall frosty glasses of Long Island iced tea. The kids had decided they were ready to go in the ocean now, and Gwen and Kelly agreed to accompany them, trotting off behind Paige, Amanda, Bambi, Holly, Hailey, and Jordan.

“I propose a simple toast,” said Angela, raising her glass after everyone was served. “To women.”

“To women who love women,” Eve volunteered as she smiled at Stephanie and Veronica.

“Yes, and who love little girls too,” Angela added with a wink. They all drank to that.

Stephanie wasn’t quite sure what was going on. There was something odd about this group… the way Angela had looked at the children, especially the new ones she was meeting for the first time… the gleam in Tina’s eye after she gave her daughter Amanda a long kiss before the girls ran away to play in the water… the knowing glances exchanged between Carol and Angela… and of course that toast.

But it couldn’t be, could it? It couldn’t mean — no, she couldn’t accept that. It just didn’t seem possible that these other women, these three attractive mothers, were as interested in sex with little girls as she was, and as Carol and Stacie and Veronica were too. What were the odds of all these women having those same forbidden desires? And what if… what if it wasn’t only desires for them, but what if they were actually doing things with their daughters?

As Stephanie thought about that, she happened to catch Eve’s eye. The pretty brunette smiled at her and nodded slightly.

Continue on to Chapter 40

By Naughty Mommy

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The sound of the surf, waves, seagulls. A soft breeze coming in through an open window, the smell of salt air…

Stephanie came awake. And then she remembered.

What an amazing night it had been. She’d had lesbian sex with a little girl, a 7-year-old child. She’d fucked the girl — or, more precisely, the girl had fucked her — and Stephanie had experienced two wonderfully satisfying orgasms that way.

She also remembered, however, feeling disturbed after it was all over. The little girl, Jordan, almost immediately had fallen asleep once they’d finished. After she climaxed on top of Stephanie, Jordan had slumped down, panting heavily, her little body still hot with arousal and slick with sweat. But she soon quieted and then slid off to the side. Stephanie had held her for a while, gently caressing, softly kissing, as the child peacefully slept.

Sleep had not come so easily for Stephanie, though. She’d lain awake a long time, wondering what it all meant. Now that she’d done what she’d done, they had to bring it all out into the open. She would have to say something to Stacie, Jordan’s mother, and probably to Carol as well, Jordan’s grandmother.

Not to mention, of course, that she’d have to tell her partner, Veronica, everything that had happened. And how would it go? What would they all say? What would she say? Just how do you go about admitting something like that? Over breakfast, in front of everyone, do you simply say, ‘Oh, by the way, I fucked your little girl last night’ — is that how you did it?

Stephanie had found herself chuckling, despite her anxiety. And that was good, at least she still had a sense of humor. On that note, she had allowed herself to relax, just to put it all away until later, until the next day. Then she’d slept.

But now it was the next day. And now she had to face up to what she’d done.

Jordan was still sleeping next to her, lying naked on her back, one little arm above her head, the sheets at her waist. Pushing herself up on an elbow, Stephanie gazed at her for a moment. What an adorable child she was, at once so innocent and sweet and precious, and yet also carnal, eager, and erotic. An amazing combination.

Stephanie felt a tingling in her clit as she admired the girl’s body. She recalled telling herself the night before that she would gladly do it all again in the morning, despite any reservations, and she certainly was tempted. A hand went between her own legs, almost automatically, and she briefly rubbed herself as she looked at Jordan, thinking about sex with her.

Tempting, yes, very tempting. However, in the clear light of morning, Stephanie understood that before anything else took place, they would have to have a talk, all of the adults together, probably. That might not be easy, it could be very uncomfortable, in fact, but it would have to happen.

She sighed and stretched. Should she get out of bed and take a shower and go get the coffee started? No, she would take it easy this morning. Let someone else get up early and do the kitchen work. I’ll just cuddle with Jordan a little longer, and perhaps… her hand went back between her legs again. I won’t come, she thought, I’ll just lie here and look at the little girl and remember last night, how sexy it was, how incredibly arousing.

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Stacie woke early. She glanced at the clock by the bed. It was not quite 7:00.

No one else was awake yet, at least not in their room, the third bedroom in the condo. Her mother, Carol, was asleep beside her, lying on her side, facing away from Stacie. In the bed across from theirs, she could see Veronica spooning with Hailey, both of them quietly snoozing.

She got out of bed, tiptoeing toward the bathroom. Then she heard a whisper behind her. “Stacie?”

It was Carol, holding out her hand. Smiling, Stacie turned back, took the hand, and leaned down to give her mother a soft good morning kiss.

“I’m gonna take a shower,” she whispered. “Want to get in with me?”

“Sure,” Carol grinned. Together they crept into the bathroom.

Hailey stirred. It felt strange not waking up with Holly. But she was with her mom, and they were nice and warm and cozy together. They’d done some pretty cool things the night before too, some really amazing things. She could hardly wait to tell Holly all about it. In fact, she didn’t want to wait.

She slipped out of bed, naked. The shower was running in the bathroom, so she went out to the hall and silently padded to the door of the second bedroom. Peeking inside, she saw Holly in bed with their big sister, Kelly, who was facing away, toward the window. Holly was awake, looking at Hailey, smiling. With a tiny laugh, Hailey dashed to the bed and hopped inside, hugging her twin.

The mattress bounced. As she slowly came awake, Kelly heard giggling, little girls giggling. Some quiet whispering too, which went on for a minute or so, and then something else, a kind of wet sound like kissing. Yes, that’s definitely what it was, kissing.

Kelly was fully awake now, listening. She turned over to look at them. As she expected, it was Holly and Hailey. They were naked, arms and legs entwined, kissing hungrily.

“Hey,” she said softly.

The little blondes both looked up, smiling at her, pink lips shiny and wet.

“Can I play too?” Kelly asked with a grin.

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It was all mixed up. Almost no one awoke where they expected to be.

Tuesday morning in the penthouse suite found Eve and her two daughters, Gwen and Paige, alone in the master bedroom, snuggled up together in the big round bed. Angela wasn’t with them. She was in the second bedroom sleeping with her daughter, Bambi, along with Tina and her little girl, Amanda. In the third bedroom, where Tina and Amanda originally had planned to sleep, were Sheila, Bridget, and their three girls, Erin, Fiona, and Debby, all crowded into one of the two queen beds.

This is what happened:

Not long after the nearly miraculous occurrence the night before of ten simultaneous climaxes among four women and six girls in three different rooms, Angela had decided to go looking for the others, to see what they were up to. Amanda had told her mother, Tina, that she wanted to find Bambi, and so the two of them had followed Angela out of the master bedroom, leaving Eve and Paige behind. Meanwhile, in Bambi’s bedroom, Gwen told Sheila and Bambi that she was going to look for her mother and her sister. Sheila said she’d go with Gwen, and Bambi decided to tag along as well.

Out in the large living area, they’d all met up, a bunch of naked moms and daughters still glowing from their recent orgasms and smelling strongly of sex. They found Erin and Fiona sitting in a loveseat there, holding hands and grinning, their faces wet with each other’s juices.

After a short amount of chatting and giggling and a few hugs and kisses among the group, Bambi and Amanda headed off toward Bambi’s room, hand in hand. Tina asked if she could go with them, and of course they said yes. Sheila took her daughters with her into the third bedroom, looking for Bridget and Debby. Gwen went to find her mother and sister in the master bedroom. Angela, for once not in charge of everything, shrugged and smiled, then followed Tina into Bambi’s room.

There wasn’t a lot more sex that night, but there was some more sex. Sheila and her girls found Bridget in bed with Debby. The little girl was fast asleep, but the commotion in the next room had awakened Bridget. She’d smiled at them. Everyone got into one bed together. Sheila was next to Bridget. She’d said, “You know what?”

“What?”

“I think I’ve had at least four orgasms tonight, not to mention the ones at dinner.”

“Wow,” Bridget chuckled.

“But you know what else?”

“No, what else?”

“I still want to fuck you.”

“You do?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Okay.”

They rearranged a little bit, scooting Debby over with her cousins, Fiona and Erin. The child stirred, but didn’t really wake. Then, as the older girls watched, sisters Sheila and Bridget made love with each other for the first time in their lives.

In Bambi’s room, the two little blondes whom everyone said could be twins lay side by side in bed kissing for a while, and then they shifted into a 69. Amanda had never done that before, but Bambi told her how. And it was easy, Amanda had found, really obvious once you started doing it. Their mothers watched the girls and masturbated.

Eve and and Gwen and Paige got in bed in the master bedroom and turned out the lights. In the darkness, they cuddled and kissed and caressed, but didn’t have sex. They talked with each other about their experiences that night, both at the dinner club and then in the suite. They shared some laughter, some amazement, and a lot of love. They were the first to fall asleep.

Amanda climaxed quickly with Bambi licking her. Bambi then fucked Amanda’s tongue, while still in a 69, bringing herself a minute or so later. Tina and Angela both came watching them. And then they were all ready for sleep too. They shut off the lights and snuggled in together.

Sheila finger-fucked Bridget, bringing her to climax while Erin and Fiona watched them and masturbated. Then Sheila went down on her sister, eating her pussy. She made her come two more times. It was loud enough that Debby woke up. Bridget wanted to return the favor, so Sheila lay on her back and Bridget licked her. Sheila came twice. Erin had an orgasm when her mother came the first time, and Fiona climaxed during Sheila’s second orgasm. Debby watched, wishing she could have whatever that was. By that time, though, everyone was exhausted. They turned off the lights and slept.

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She didn’t quite come. She got close, but as Stephanie lay in bed that morning at the condo looking at Jordan and rubbing herself, she listened to her conscience and made what she knew to be the right choice. First, before anything else, they had to have that conversation, all the adults together. So, reluctantly, she removed her fingers from her pussy, licked and sucked them clean, then got out of bed and went to take a shower.

Stacie and Carol did some kissing and sexy touching as they showered together but didn’t have sex. After a while, they got out and dried each other off, then went back into the bedroom to put on some clothes. Veronica was awake by then. She sat up and smiled at the women, and she almost said something to them about what had happened the night before. It was right on the tip of her tongue, but then she decided to wait. She wanted to talk to Stephanie first.

Kelly and the twins had a fun morning of shared kisses and tight hugs, pressing their naked bodies together. All three sisters grew excited, but none of them was really sure what the next step should be, so they didn’t do anything beyond the hot kissing. Not yet anyway. They just kissed for a long time, trading back and forth… until the smell of frying bacon drifted upstairs and reached the bedroom. Suddenly they were very hungry.

Jordan was still asleep, so Stephanie slipped into shorts and a t-shirt — wearing panties but no bra — and left the girl in bed as she headed downstairs to help with breakfast. She found Stacie cooking and Carol pouring mugs of freshly brewed coffee.

“Mmm,” Stephanie smiled, inhaling the wonderful aromas, “good morning!”

“Good morning!” Carol gave Stephanie a kiss on the cheek, then handed her a mug. “Did you sleep well?”

“Uh, well, sort of…” Stalling, trying to decide what she ought to say, Stephanie blew on her coffee to cool it. “Is, uh, is Veronica still asleep?”

“No, she’s up. She’s taking a shower.”

“Okay.”

Just then they heard a burst of chatter as Holly, Hailey, and Kelly emerged from the second bedroom and raced down the stairs, shouting, “We want bacon!”

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“That’s fine,” Angela said. “I’ll order breakfast for us, but it will take a half hour or so for them to deliver it.”

Eve nodded. “Okay, good. We’ll go take our showers and put on some fresh clothes and be back in a little bit.”

After giving Angela a hug and a kiss on the lips, she and Gwen and Paige headed for the elevator and went down to their own rooms.

“We should probably go home too, for showers and everything,” said Bridget. “Don’t you think, Shiel?”

“Yeah, I suppose,” her sister mumbled as she yawned and stretched. Sheila still wasn’t really awake all the way, but she had put on her panties and her sundress before joining the others in the main living area of the suite where they were making plans for the day.

“But will you stay for breakfast, before you go?” Angela asked.

“Sure, thanks, I think we can do that,” Bridget smiled. “Girls, are you hungry?”

Erin, Fiona, and Debby all grinned eagerly, nodding their heads.

“I’m hungry,” Amanda piped. “Me too,” added Bambi.

“All right,” Angela chuckled as she picked up the phone to call in the breakfast order. “Keep your shirts on. Or, on second thought, take them off if you like.”

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“Hey, look, you guys!” Paige called from inside the hotel room she shared with her sister. “A light’s blinking on the phone. What does that mean?”

Her mother came in from the adjoining room at the same time that Gwen came out of the bathroom.

“Um, I’m not sure,” Eve said as she picked up the receiver. “But I think it might mean there’s a message or something.”

She punched the voicemail button. After a few seconds, she smiled broadly, then held the phone out to Gwen. “It’s for you.”

“It is??” Gwen blinked in surprise. “Who is it?”

“Wait. I’ll restart it.”

Now it was Gwen’s turn to smile as she listened to the message. “It’s Kelly!”

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As they finished their nice breakfast, scrambled eggs and bacon prepared by Stacie, Veronica took Kelly aside.

“You can take them over to the arcade, if you want,” Veronica said, referring to Hailey, Holly, and Jordan. “I’ll give you some money. But take your phone and then I’ll call you after we’re done, okay?”

“Okay.”

She had explained to Kelly that the women were going to have a long talk about… well, what everyone seemed to know was happening but no one had discussed openly. Kelly really wished she could stay and listen, but she understood what her mom was asking. It made sense. She picked up her backpack, making sure her cell phone was in it — and just then it rang.

Fumbling a bit, Kelly yanked out the phone and glanced at the display. The call was from the Playa del Mar! It might be Gwen!!

“Hello?”

“Kelly?”

“Gwen?”

“Hi!” “Hi!”

“Um, I got your message. Thanks for calling me.”

“Oh, you’re welcome,” Kelly grinned, feeling all warm and happy inside.

“How are you doing?”

“Good. How are you?”

“We’re fine. So… you said there was something you wanted to ask me?”

“Um, oh yeah, sorry. It’s, like, do you know what snorkeling is?”

“Snorkeling?” Gwen frowned. “Uh, I think so. Kind of, anyway. Why?”

“Have you ever done it?”

“No.”

“Cuz, um, we found out, I mean, my mom and me — one of my moms, I mean, the one I call Mommy — anyway, we found out there’s some good places here, like, near here, for snorkeling and stuff. And I wanted to know if, maybe, if you guys weren’t busy, you know, if maybe you’d want to go with us. Or something.”

“Go with you… snorkeling?”

“Yeah.”

“Where is it?”

“Um, I don’t know exactly, but pretty close, I think. But I mean, if you can’t, it’s, you know, it’s okay…”

“No, I want to, I think. I’ve never done it or anything, but I’d like to try. When are you going?”

“I don’t know. First we have to…” Kelly paused. She couldn’t possibly tell Gwen about that, about the momentous conversation her moms and the others were about to have.

“Um, there’s something else we have to do first. So I don’t know if we’re, like, going today or maybe later. Can you hang on a sec?”

“Sure.”

Putting her hand over the cell phone, Kelly said, “Mommy? It’s Gwen. She wants to go snorkeling with us, but when do you think we can go?”

“Oh, I don’t know, sweetie. Maybe not today, though. Tomorrow might be better. Would that be all right?” Stephanie asked.

“Yeah, um, I guess,” she nodded, before putting the phone back to her ear. “Gwen? I don’t think it’s gonna be today. Maybe tomorrow, I hope. But, like, do you want to just meet up today anyway or something? Like on the beach and stuff? Maybe later?”

They made plans to meet that afternoon at 1:00, just outside the beach entrance to the hotel, and then said goodbye. Kelly was very excited. Now, however, she had to gather up the twins and Jordan and take them over to the arcade for a while.

It took a few minutes to get everything arranged, but soon the girls were on their way, and then the four women sat down again around the table. The breakfast dishes had been cleared, and fresh cups of coffee poured. They were ready.

Veronica and Stephanie looked at each other, not knowing who should begin. As it turned out, Carol spoke first.

“Oh, come on, Ronnie and Steph,” she said, “there’s no reason to be so nervous. Everything’s just fine. Yes, it’s true that Stacie and I have had sex with each other and we’ve both been having sex with Jordan too, as I guess you’ve figured out. But it’s really wonderful. It’s not a problem at all. We love it, don’t we, Stacie?”

The younger woman nodded but didn’t say anything.

“And Jordan does too,” Carol continued. “So, what’s the big deal? We’re three people who love each other very much, giving each other what we need, kissing and touching. And who better to do that than someone who knows us, who cares for us, who has always loved us and always will, someone we can count on forever? You know, like your mother or your daughter or your sister?”

She stopped and waited.

After a long moment of tense silence, Stephanie swallowed and quietly said, “But it’s… incest.”

“So?” Carol challenged her. “Why is that wrong? Why shouldn’t I make love with my daughter, giving her pleasure and affection, or with my granddaughter? Just because someone says it’s wrong — probably some man — that doesn’t make it wrong, does it? I mean, think for yourselves!”

Again she paused, letting them consider what she’d said.

Veronica fidgeted. She didn’t know what to say but thought she should say something. Just as she was about to open her mouth, though, Stephanie blurted, “Last night I had sex with Jordan. Jordan and I had sex.”

Carol grinned. Stacie smiled too. Veronica turned to stare at her lover, her eyes wide. Then she cleared her throat, licked her lips, and announced, “I had sex with Hailey last night.”

Stephanie looked at Veronica now, her eyes opening wide too. But then she broke into a smile. “Really?”

“Uh-huh,” the older woman nodded. “Well, maybe not sex really, but, I mean… I held her hand, and rubbed it against my pussy, and I had, you know, an orgasm.”

“That sounds like sex to me,” Carol chuckled softly.

“Wow…” Stephanie breathed. “Do we… should we… do you think…”

“I don’t know… maybe…” replied Veronica. The partners studied each other, searching, questioning.

Finally Stephanie turned to look at Stacie. “You, you’re a mom — I mean, we’re all moms, here, but you have a little girl, like I do. Are you sure, is she, is she really okay with it?”

“Yeah, well,” Stacie shrugged, a smile at the corner of her lips, “look at her. I’ve never seen her happier. She loves it. And doesn’t she seem okay to you?”

“She certainly does,” Stephanie acknowledged. “And, uh, last night, she, I guess you could say she showed me just how much she loves it.”

“What did she do?” asked Veronica.

The blonde grinned. “Pony-Pony.”

“Pony-Pony!” Carol laughed, clapping her hands.

Veronica frowned. “What’s that?”

“It’s tribbing,” Stephanie told her. “She got on top of me, and tribbed with me, and made me come. We both came.”

Carol couldn’t stop laughing. Stacie was giggling too, her hand over her mouth.

Veronica couldn’t believe it. “Really? Tribbing??”

“Uh-huh,” Stephanie nodded. “She was — it was totally great. I came so hard.”

“Wow. That’s… amazing.”

“Yeah, it is. It was. I can’t wait to do it again.”

“Whew!” Veronica grinned, shaking her head. “Well, I suppose the question now is, where do we go from here?”

Continue on to Chapter 39

By Naughty Mommy

“Fuck, yes.”

When Fucker said those words, I heard Kate murmur, “Oh my god.”

I glanced at my sister. Her eyes were wide. She looked very young then, even innocent, although I knew that in real life she was anything but innocent.

“Kate,” I instructed, “take off Fucker’s shirt.”

“Um, okay.”

She stepped forward and began pulling up the girl’s oversize shirt. Fucker raised her slender arms over her head and Kate lifted the garment off, then dropped it to the floor. I gazed at Fucker’s tiny boobs for a moment, admiring them, thinking how nice it would be to kiss and lick and suck them. I felt my pussy tingle and squeezed my legs together.

“Now her skirt,” I said to Kate. “Take it off.”

She did, unzipping the little red skater skirt and pulling it down. Fucker stepped out of it. Now she and I were both naked.

“You take off your clothes too,” I nodded to my sister. She quickly complied.

It was interesting how Fucker wasn’t saying anything at all then, simply letting us do what we wanted. I got the clear impression, though, that she was perfectly fine with what was happening and that if she wanted something different, she would tell us.

When Kate was ready, I beckoned her to us. We stood together, three nude young girls, 13, 12, and 11, barely entering puberty but eager for lesbian sex. It wasn’t quite like something out of a David Hamilton pictorial, however, because Fucker still had chocolate all over her face and hands.

I grinned at my sister, raising my eyebrows. “You want to help me clean her up a bit, using only our tongues?”

“Awesome,” Kate giggled.

So we set to work, licking Fucker’s chin, her cheeks, and her lips, our breath coming faster, our bodies heating up as we pressed close to one another. When her face was mostly clean, we each lifted one of her small hands to our mouths, licking and sucking her fingers.

Even though what we were doing wasn’t overtly a sexual act, it was nevertheless extremely intimate and erotic. My pussy was drenched.

After we finished cleaning Fucker, I took her face in my hands, gazing into her lovely blue eyes, seeing beauty, desire, and willingness there. I softly kissed her lips. She was trembling with arousal, and so was I. It was time.

We lay on the bed, Kate and I on either side of the little blonde, who was on her back. For the next several minutes we did nothing but kiss, sharing back and forth, two girls pressing their mouths together while the other girl watched, sometimes all three of us kissing at once.

There was no hurry. We all wanted more, and soon we would have more, but for the moment kissing was everything, and it was wonderful.

Gradually, inevitably, our hands began to stray. I felt fingers on my breasts, squeezing the nipples. My breath caught. My clit throbbed.

Slowly I slid my mouth beneath Fucker’s chin, kissing and nibbling her throat. My hand found a little tit, fondling the nipple, feeling it stiffen and grow. I eased down on the bed until my mouth was at her breast. I placed my tongue at the tip, flicking, teasing. I heard her gasp.

I licked the nipple, once, twice, then sucked it into my mouth. Fucker gasped again and groaned, her body shivering with pleasure. Glancing to the side as I tongued her nipple, I saw that Fucker had a hand between Kate’s legs. She was playing with my sister’s pussy.

Feeling emboldened, I let my own hand slither down across Fucker’s belly to her mound. I caressed her there for a moment, stroking the silky soft patch of barely-there pubic hair. Then I ventured lower, onto her smooth labia. They felt swollen and hot and — and yes, slippery too. She was definitely getting very juicy.

I wanted to taste this girl. I had to. I left the breast after giving the taut nipple one more lick, and slid further down until I was between her thighs.

My mouth was watering, my pulse racing. I gazed at Fucker’s wet pink pussy, licking my lips.

And then I waited. I forced myself to pause for a few seconds and do that thing, what my mother calls the joy of looking. It always makes it better for me when, instead of rushing ahead, I take the time to really see where I am and what I’m doing, then lock the memory in my mind forever so I will always be able to recall the moment, exactly how it looked and how it felt.

Then I was ready. I brought my lips to her lips and I kissed her. She tasted wonderful. I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply, taking her scent into myself. I nuzzled her, my nose slipping between her pussy lips, nudging up toward her clit, my mouth seeking and finding her little vagina. I was eating Fucker, eating this 12-year-old girl, and oh my god, it was utterly perfect.

Before long, my face was coated with her juices. She came quickly and wetly. When her first orgasm was over, I raised my head briefly. I wasn’t finished with her yet, I still wanted more, but I thought it would be nice to see her face, her smile.

Except her face wasn’t really visible… because Kate was sitting on it! I could see Fucker’s chin and I caught glimpses of her tongue, lapping at my sister’s slit, but that was all. Her hands were on Kate’s bottom, holding her, squeezing the tight cheeks. Kate was moving fast, fucking Fucker’s face. I could hear little squeals and I knew she was almost ready to come.

I smiled and went back to eating the girl some more. This time, I concentrated on her clit, licking the stiff bud, kissing and nibbling with my lips. I pressed a finger up inside her cunt. It wouldn’t go in far, though. She was very tight and I didn’t want to force it.

Soon I brought her a second time. By then, Kate had already climaxed on top of her, in Fucker’s mouth. When I looked up again, they were kissing. Kate was kneeling beside Fucker, holding her face in her hands, kissing and licking the girl’s lips, tasting her own juices.

I watched them for a moment, then pushed myself up, getting to my knees. I straddled Fucker’s thigh, lifting her other leg, sliding forward until our pussies met. She opened her eyes, smiling at me.

“Have you ever done this before?” I asked her.

“Uh-huh,” Fucker nodded. “I like it.”

Kate grinned and leaned back against the headboard, rubbing herself.

I started to move, fucking this cute, sexy young blonde, tribbing with her, scissoring our cunts together. I was already extremely aroused and so was she, so it didn’t really take much, not many strokes at all, until I was quickly getting close, right on the edge of an orgasm.

It seemed like Fucker might be there too — although she’s one of those girls who can get to a place where she’s coming almost constantly without stopping — so I wasn’t really sure if she was on the brink of a climax now, or in the middle of one.

But it didn’t really matter. Wherever Fucker might be, I couldn’t hold back any longer. I closed my eyes, clenched my teeth, fucked her faster and faster — then exploded on top of her.

This was a big one. Every orgasm is fabulous, of course, but sometimes they can be so overwhelmingly powerful that it’s like the whole world vanishes and time has no meaning … it’s just me and my pussy and that heavenly feeling, that’s all there is or ever will be.

Years later, when I finally came down from that incredible high, I found myself squeezing Fucker’s upraised leg, my arms wrapped tightly around it, our sodden pussies still pressed firmly together.

“Goddamn… that was…” I let out a long sigh, shaking my head.

“That was fucking awesome,” Fucker said. “You made me come so fucking hard.”

I grinned at her. “Good. I came really hard too.”

“I know,” she smiled.

“Me too,” Kate added, holding up a wet finger that just just been deep inside her. She giggled, then sucked the finger into her mouth.

Fucker was still smiling at me, our eyes locked together. She ran her tongue around her lips. I suddenly realized that I was still clutching her leg, so I gently released it, setting it down on the bed.

As I started to climb off, Fucker began, “So, when you think you’re ready for more…” Instead of completing the sentence, she crooked her finger, meaning she wanted my pussy on her face.

I nodded, smiling, and crawled up toward her. I was definitely ready for more. Kate saw her opportunity too, scampering down between Fucker’s legs, ready to lick her.

* * * * *

For the next hour and a half or so, we fucked and ate and sucked and licked and kissed and tribbed and fingered and came — oh my god, did we come, over and over and over again.

But, alas, all good things must end. Not long after we finished a three-way daisy chain, enjoying simultaneous screaming orgasms, my cell phone rang.

“Crap!” I said, scrambling to find the phone in the pile of clothes on the floor.

It was Aunt Barbara, of course. She told me they should be done with their meetings in no more than a half hour. I said that sounded good.

“So, what have you kids been up to this afternoon? Anything fun?”

“Uhh… yeah. We’ve actually been having a lot of fun, doing some… taste tests, sort of.”

“Taste tests?”

I glanced over at the other girls. They were red in the face and giggling almost uncontrollably.

“Well, um, you know I said we ordered a lot of food for lunch? A lot of different stuff?”

“Yes?”

“So, we tried all the different things, tasting them. And then we just kept tasting and trying stuff and it was all so good, we — we just got really excited.”

“Oh. Uh, well, all right.” Our aunt sounded a bit confused. “That’s… good, I suppose. Anyway, I’m glad you’re having fun. Are you still up in the suite?”

“Uh-huh. I mean, yes, ma’am.”

“All right. So, why don’t the two of you meet me in the lobby in, say, 30 minutes, and then maybe we’ll go for a drive around the lake before dinner.”

“Oh, okay, sure. That sounds good.”

After I put down the phone, Fucker tried her best to stop laughing, then finally managed to say, “That was totally fucking cool, Julie. But, um, shit, what time is it?”

“It’s a quarter to 4:00.”

“Shit,” she cursed, “I have to go meet my moms. Their seminar is supposed to be done at 4:00. I wish I could stay longer…”

“Are you going home today?” I asked.

“Yeah,” she nodded, looking sad. “We’re not staying over or anything.”

“That’s a drag.”

“I know, but” — she bounced suddenly to her feet, beaming — “it was totally fucking awesome meeting you guys!”

We got dressed and hurriedly remade the bed. I called room service, telling them they could pick up our dishes and stuff, then we took the elevator down to the lobby.

Fucker’s moms were waiting for her there. She introduced us to them. Before they left for their long drive home, we traded phone numbers and email addresses. Fucker hugged both Kate and me super tight, squeezing us until we had almost no breath left, and then we said goodbye.

What a great girl she was. I really hope we’ll stay in touch.

After they were gone, Kate turned to me and said, “Now can we go down to the lake?”

I looked at my phone and shook my head. “No, sorry, Aunt Barbara’s supposed to meet us here any time.”

My sister grabbed my shirt, bunching it up in her fist like a tough guy in an old movie. “Listen,” she growled, “tomorrow, we’re gonna go down and check out that lake, no matter what. You got me?”

“Yes, yes!” I laughed. “I got you! We will! I promise!”

“Okay, then.” She let go of my shirt, still glaring.

As predicted, our aunt showed up a minute later. She greeted us with hugs, then took us on an absolutely gorgeous drive all the way around Lake Tahoe. The sun went down as we neared the end, and we stopped for a really nice dinner at a restaurant overlooking the water. It was an almost perfect end to a memorable day. If only Fucker had been there.

We got back to the hotel around 8:30, watched TV for a while and just generally chatted about things, then Kate and I went to bed at 10:00, as we’d done the night before. Again, of course, we weren’t necessarily planning to go to sleep right away. Both of us were looking forward to recounting all the wonderful sexy adventures we’d had that day.

However, about 15 minutes after we got in bed and turned out the light, we heard something. It was a faint sound, but quite unmistakable to us. By then, we had seen enough pornography — and had enough sex — to recognize the moans and sighs we were hearing.

We looked at each other for a moment, came to a mutual decision, and got out of bed. Silently we opened the door and crept out of the room. The sounds we’d heard were coming from Aunt Barbara’s bedroom. We snuck close to her door on tiptoes, my sister and I both nude.

The door was ajar. Why, I don’t know, but it was. The gap was sufficient for us to peek in and see what was going on.

Our aunt was watching lesbian porn. She was sitting naked on the end of her bed, staring at a big plasma screen mounted on the wall — where a pair of very young-looking girls were having hot sex. At the moment, they were tribbing. Aunt Barbara was masturbating as she watched them.

But she was wasn’t only watching and masturbating, she was talking too. We could hear her saying, “That’s right, fuck that girl, fuck that little girl, fuck her with your pussy!” And although her back was partly to us, we could easily tell that she was fucking her own pussy with her fingers.

Kate and I looked at one another, eyes wide. I really wanted to stay longer and see what would happen, and I’m sure Kate did too, but on the other hand, we certainly didn’t want to get caught spying on our aunt.

I nudged my sister and tipped my head toward our bedroom. She nodded. We tiptoed back.

“Oh man! Did you see?” Kate exclaimed, as soon as the door was closed. “Did you see that?”

Of course I had seen, but I knew that wasn’t what she meant. “I know,” I replied, “that’s pretty amazing.”

“What do you think? Is she a lesbian, like us?”

“Maybe. I mean, it seems like she might be. But maybe not. Mommy told me one time that a lot of women, even straight women, like to look at lesbians when they, you know, when they’re masturbating. Men do too, of course.”

“Ewww…”

“I know,” I giggled. “Come on, let’s get back in bed.”

Now we really had a lot to discuss  — not only going over all the exciting things we’d done with Fucker that day, but also talking about our Aunt Barbara. I’d always thought she was really attractive, and it turned out Kate felt the same way.

My sister and I played with ourselves as we talked about everything, and we both enjoyed a couple of nice climaxes. We didn’t really make love that night, though, because our heads were just too full of things to mull over. And anyway, we’d had so many incredible orgasms that day with Fucker that we were pretty much worn out.

Finally, we were ready to fall asleep. As we lay on our backs, holding hands, our knitted fingers sticky with pussy juice, Kate and I shared a few more soft kisses, said we loved each other, then drifted off.

The End

Note to Readers: This story continues as Chapter 103 in The Joy of Looking.

By Naughty Mommy

After we were dressed again, feeling clean and fresh, we returned the locker keys and towels and bathing suits to the pretty attendant. She said we could keep the flip-flops. We thanked her and headed back up the stairs to the main lobby.

Just before we reached the elevators, Fucker put a hand on my arm, stopping us.

“You know, I should probably go tell my moms first. They said I could come and have lunch with them around noon, so I need to let them know where I’ll be and shit…”

I looked at my phone. It was 11:38.

“Okay, sure,” I said. “Where are they? I mean, where’s the seminar?”

“It’s over there.” She pointed in the direction of the shops. Kate and I hadn’t explored the whole hotel yet. Apparently there were some conference rooms and things off that way.

We followed Fucker across the lobby, past two restaurants, beyond the shops and the casino, then around a corner and down a long hall. She opened a door and peeked in.

“Come on,” she motioned.

We stepped inside a huge room filled with a bunch of round tables covered with white cloths, each seating about ten people. I don’t how many were at the seminar, maybe a couple hundred or something, but the room was really crowded. Someone at the front was speaking and showing slides on a giant screen.

Fucker took my hand, leading me around the perimeter of the room, with Kate on my heels. I saw a woman at one of the tables look toward us, giving a little wave. “That’s my mom,” Fucker told us.

She let go of my hand and went over to the table, crouching between two very attractive women. They each put a hand on her shoulder. Kate and I hung back, waiting.

Fucker pointed at us. Both women looked our way and smiled, nodding. One of them licked her lips, the same way Fucker always did. We smiled back, not sure what else to do. After another few seconds, the moms both kissed Fucker on the cheek. She got up and came back to us, grinning. “It’s cool,” she whispered, “let’s get the fuck out.”

On our return trip to the lobby, I got another inspiration.

We stopped at one of the nice restaurants, the same one where we’d ordered our dinner the night before. I showed the seating person my badge and inquired if it meant we could ask for whatever we wanted and have it delivered. Yes, of course, I was told. Then I asked if we could take some menus with us and call down later and place an order. Certainly, no problem.

With menus in hand, we got in the elevator. I was declared a genius by the other girls.

Fucker was awed by the suite. “This is so fucking cool,” she kept repeating as we went from room to room.

Back out in the main living area, I said, “So what do you wanna do first? Order lunch? Or something else?”

I saw Kate glance over at the menus, which we’d left on the dining table. She always loved to eat. But then she looked at Fucker. “Um, is it okay if I… could I kiss you? The way Julie did down in the sauna?”

“You want to kiss me?” the blonde girl grinned.

“Fuckin’ A.”

Giggling, the kids wrapped their arms around each other and began kissing. They wasted no time at all with gentle pecks. Within seconds, they were humping and groping, moaning and slurping.

Fucker opened her eyes briefly to locate the cushiony sofa beside them. She pulled Kate down onto it with her. They fell together, laughing, then resumed their wet sloppy kissing, with Kate on top.

I watched for a moment, squeezing my legs together. I put a hand to my breast, caressing the stiff nipple through my t-shirt. My other hand went between my legs, stroking my pussy through my jeans. That, of course, was not enough, not even close.

So, I opened my jeans and pushed my fingers down inside my panties.

God, I love to masturbate. Ever since I first learned to do it at age 10, when I reached climax while watching my mother fuck the babysitter, I’ve been addicted to playing with myself and having orgasms. I suppose a lot of girls are, maybe most of them. Anyway, I have to come at least two or three times a day, either by myself or with my mom or one of my sisters.

I knew it wouldn’t take me long now. My pussy was wet, my clit hard and swollen. I moved closer to the sofa, watching my little sister humping and kissing this cute girl we’d just met. I wanted to do everything I could with them, both of them. I wanted to put my finger inside Fucker’s juicy pink vagina. I wanted to lick her, taste her sweet honey, then sit on her face and grind my cunt into her mouth. I wanted to suck her nipples and trib with her. And I wanted to do all those things with my sister too.

Speaking of my sister, Kate was beginning to squeal, still kissing Fucker but humping her leg like mad and making those sounds that meant she was getting ready to come. I rubbed my pussy faster, wanting to bring myself at the same time as her — and I succeeded.

Kate gasped and groaned, breaking the kiss, grinding her crotch against Fucker’s thigh, climaxing on top of her. I saw all this — and then I saw nothing but stars as my own orgasm overcame me. I staggered a few steps backward, somehow staying on my feet, dizzy and breathless, waves of pleasure bursting from my center one after another.

We both finished coming. I slowly regained my senses, shaking my head to clear it, looking down and discovering that my jeans were around my knees. My panties were soaked. Taking a few deep breaths, I tried to focus my eyes, looking for Kate and Fucker.

They were sitting up on the sofa now, holding hands, grinning at me. I smiled sheepishly. “That was a big one.”

“Yours usually are, Julie,” Kate giggled.

“I know.” I pulled my jeans up to my waist again, not bothering to zip them or anything, and walked over to the sofa, plopping down beside Kate.

“Whew!” I sighed, comically wiping my brow.

We sat for a few seconds, waiting to see what would happen next. Finally Kate said, “It’s Fucker’s turn now, right? I came, and you definitely came, but she didn’t.”

“Yeah, I guess you’re right,” I nodded. “That makes sense.”

We both looked at her.

“You know what I fucking want?” she said.

“Uh-uh. What?”

“I wanna see you guys kiss.”

“Really?” Kate asked.

“Hell yeah, fuckin’ A,” she grinned. “That would be totally hot.”

“Is that because, um, I mean, because we’re sisters?” I asked.

“Partly. But mostly just ‘cuz you’re girls, cute girls, fucking hot girls — and I love girls.”

“Okay,” I chuckled, “we can kiss for you.”

Kate sort of bounced for a second on the sofa, producing a childish giggle, sounding like a 4-year-old. She turned toward me, eyes manic, and climbed onto my lap, straddling me. My hands were on her hips, hers on my shoulders. My sister giggled goofily again, then looked at Fucker.

“I love kissing Julie. She is so fucking goddamn hot.”

“You both are,” Fucker nodded. “You’re both totally fucking hot.”

The girl suddenly got up, kicking off her sneakers. After tugging her bikini panties down and stepping out of them, she sat on the sofa again, leaning against the arm, facing us. Her knees were pulled up, her legs wide open, fingers lightly stroking the insides of her thighs. She was waiting for us to begin.

I paused a moment, gazing at her, thinking how lucky I was, how lucky we all three were. Fucker was right, girls are totally hot, and she was one of the hottest young girls I’d ever seen. I stared unabashedly at her exposed pussy, licking my lips, shivering with another strong surge of lust.

Then I turned to Kate, taking her cute face in my hands. If Fucker wanted to see some kissing, we could show her kissing that would set her on fire. Or at least I hoped it would.

Now, I said before that when Fucker kissed me it completely blew me away, and that’s true. But I have to be honest and say that there is no one in the world who has ever kissed me better than my sister Kate. Not even my mom, who is an unbelievably good kisser. So I was really super fucking lucky. In one day, I got to be kissed by two different girls, an 11-year-old and a 12-year-old, who both drove me absolutely wild with their mouths.

Kate and I began kissing and Fucker started masturbating. But even as my sister’s lips and tongue worked their magic, I glanced to the side from time to time, keeping an eye on Fucker. It was obvious that the girl was quickly getting very turned on. Her eyes were hooded, her cheeks flushed, fingers moving rapidly between her legs. And in less than a minute, she started to come.

We both heard her cry out and stopped kissing for a moment, turning our heads to watch. When she saw us looking at her, she tried to smile and managed to squeak out a request — maybe while she was still coming, or anyway just after — “Don’t stop,” she begged, “keep going, keep fucking going.”

And so we did. We kissed deeply, hungrily, tongues going everywhere, licking and sucking, nibbling and tasting. Kate had a hand under my shirt, playing with my breasts. I was grabbing and squeezing her butt, pulling her hard against me. We kissed and groped and humped while Fucker masturbated and came, over and over again.

After maybe 20 or 30 minutes of this, my lips were getting sore. I needed a break, and I think my sister did too. Although neither she nor I had come while we were kissing, Fucker certainly had. We’d heard her enjoying I don’t know how many orgasms, but it was a lot.

Kate and I finished kissing, smiling at each other, then turned toward Fucker. She was crumpled on her side, knees pulled up to her chest, both hands between her legs, her slender body shuddering repeatedly. We heard whimpering sounds.

I looked at Kate, eyebrows raised. She shrugged.

“Hey Fucker,” I ventured, “you okay?”

The girl shuddered a few more times, whimpered once or twice, then seemed to gather herself, taking a very deep breath. Pushing up on an elbow, she smiled weakly at us.

“Yeah, I’m… I’m fine… I was doing that thing, riding the wave is what my moms call it, where you just make yourself keep coming again and again and never stop.”

“Man,” said Kate.

“Goddamn,” I added.

“But you know what?” said Fucker.

“What?”

“Right now I’m getting totally fucking hungry.”

“Me too!” laughed Kate. “I’m totally fucking hungry too! Let’s eat!”

Before we could eat, of course, we’d have to decide what we wanted, place the order, and then wait for it to be delivered. So, we picked up the menus and started talking about our choices.

I went kind of nuts at that point, telling them (and myself) not to hold back one bit, just go all out, completely berserk, order any damn thing we felt like no matter how outlandish it might seem. I actually figured that would be fine, considering we hadn’t spent any money at all that day even though we’d been given permission to go shopping and buy whatever we wanted. One big crazy lunch wouldn’t hurt anyone.

Just after I finished ordering our decadent meal, as we stood looking at each other, feeling quite pleased with ourselves, my cell phone rang.

“Hello?”

“Julie, honey, how are you girls doing so far?” It was Aunt Barbara.

“Fine,” I said. “We, uh… we went swimming and stuff this morning.”

“Oh, that’s nice, I’m glad you’re having a good time. But listen, I’m sorry to say I’ll be tied up in these meetings probably all afternoon. Things are actually going well here, but I feel terrible leaving you kids on your own with nothing to do.”

“That’s okay. Really, it’s, like, no problem. We’re having fun.” I winked at the other girls.

“All right. Well, that’s good. I’ll check in later with an update. But that might not be for another few hours.”

“Okay.”

“You’re sure you’re not bored?”

“No, we’re not bored at all. Kate and I found some… interesting things to do.”

“I’m glad to hear that.”

“But, um, we just ordered lunch. We’re up in the suite now. Is it okay if we, you know, have a whole bunch of stuff?”

“Of course it is. It’s perfectly fine. You girls go ahead and eat whatever you want.”

“All right. Thanks.”

“Sorry, I have to go now. I’ll call you later.”

“Okay, bye.”

While we were waiting for the food to come, the three of us talked for a while, sharing stories about school and parents. And then Kate had a great idea. She said that since Fucker was wearing a tiny little skirt and no panties, she and I should change out of our jeans and put on something similar. Then, when our order was delivered, if it was a girl or a woman bringing it, we would try to flash her as often as we could. If it was a man, of course, we’d just ignore him as much as possible.

That sounded like a blast to me, but I cautioned again that I didn’t want to cause Aunt Barbara any trouble. We should make sure the flashing didn’t seem to be on purpose or anything. The other girls agreed. In fact, we decided it would be even more fun to pretend we had no idea what we were doing when we let the delivery person look up our skirts.

Turned out it was not just one but two people bringing everything — and both were nice-looking young women. Awesome! We played our little game, giving them numerous “accidental” peeks at our butts and our pussies. I wondered what they might say to each other about us in the elevator on the way back down.

And then Kate and Fucker and I got to it, totally gorging ourselves, beginning with dessert first, then having appetizers, then eating more dessert, and then taking bites of whatever else we wanted — and oh, by the way, eating almost everything with our fingers.

When we were finally completely stuffed, we sat back in our chairs around the table, grinning at each other. We were all a sloppy mess, but no one worse than Fucker. She had smears of chocolate covering her face and hands, and the more she tried to wipe it off, the more it seemed to spread. We started to giggle and couldn’t stop, soon shrieking with laughter until our stomaches ached — if not from all the laughing, then from all the rich food we’d just packed in.

There was still a lot left uneaten too. We really had gone wild, ordering twice as much as we could ever have hoped to finish, but that was great because it meant we could just keep sampling different things.

After we caught our breath, I smiled and said, “You know what, Fucker? I really want to kiss you now, with all that goddamn chocolate all over you. I want to lick it off and … and then I want to fuck you, Fucker.”

“You do?” she asked in kind of a little girl voice.

“Hell yeah, I do.”

“Me too,” said Kate. “I want you bad.”

Fucker looked back and forth between us. She started to run her tongue around her lips again, but I told her, “No, don’t. Don’t lick any more of it off. I want do to that for you.”

I stood up, pushing back my chair. I went to her. I took Fucker’s hand, helping her to her feet. Then I extended a hand to Kate and she got up too. I led them both into the bedroom.

My heart was pounding. I was about to have sex with a 12-year-old girl, someone I’d just barely met. Was this her first time? We hadn’t really talked about that, so it might have been — although something told me she probably had some experience.

I opened up the bed. Kate and I had left in unmade in the morning, but the maids must have come in while we were downstairs. I pulled back the sheets, then turned to Fucker.

Before saying anything else, I pulled off my shirt, tossing it away, then unzipped my little skirt and let it fall to the floor, kicking it aside. I was naked. I stood for a few seconds, letting Fucker look at me.

“I want to fuck you,” I told her again. “I want to eat your pussy and suck your tits and sit on your face, and just — just do everything with you. I want to fuck you and make you come.”

She smiled at me but remained silent, though breathing fast.

“Is that what you want?” I asked.

There was a moment of

 

waiting

 

while we gazed at each other and I held my breath. Then Fucker came slowly toward me, stepping very close. Her pretty face was right in front of mine. She nodded, almost imperceptibly, and uttered two words:

“Fuck. Yes.”

Continue on to Chapter 4

By Naughty Mommy

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“It’s kind of weird, isn’t it?” Fiona said to Erin while they were getting undressed. “I mean, I like it and everything… but did you ever think that so many, you know, moms and daughters would be doing stuff like this?”

“I don’t know,” replied Erin, as she unhooked her bra. “I haven’t really thought about it. I guess it’s weird. But it’s cool too.”

“Yeah, it is cool,” said Fiona. She pulled down her panties and stepped out of them. Although the sisters had agreed to have sex, at ages 12 and 15 neither was very experienced at seduction and so they hadn’t gone through the ritual of removing each other’s clothing. They just got naked.

“Let’s kiss first, okay?” Erin said as she set her panties aside.

“Okay.”

They sat down again on the loveseat in the living area of the luxurious penthouse suite, the only ones still in the room. But before they began kissing, Fiona said, “Um, I really like your boobs, Erin. They’re nice. Maybe they’ll get as big as Mom’s someday.”

“Maybe,” Erin grinned. “I hope so.”

“Can I touch ‘em?”

“Sure, of course.”

Fiona tentatively extended her hand. Her sister’s breasts were pleasingly rounded, not especially large yet, but plump and firm with almost cherry red tips. Erin’s nipples did not protrude much as Fiona fingered them, but she could feel them growing hard under her touch. “Nice,” she sighed.

“Mm, yeah, it feels good. Do you… um, do you want to, like, suck them and stuff?”

“Yeah, but, weren’t we gonna kiss first?”

“I don’t know,” Erin giggled, “what do you want to do first?”

“I don’t know,” Fiona giggled too.

Finally they decided that they would start with kissing. The two young girls slowly came together, soft hands caressing soft skin, lips approaching lips, a brief hesitation before their mouths joined, the feel of warm breath mingling, eyes meeting, shared smiles, another little giggle, hearts beating faster, the excitement of anticipation — and then they kissed.

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Sheila suddenly sat straight up, causing Bambi to slide off her somewhat awkwardly.

“I want something,” the woman said. “I want, uh — Gwen, come here, sweetie.”

Taking the teenager’s hand, Sheila pulled her up beside them. Gwen had been kneeling between their legs, gingerly touching Bambi’s pussy and lightly kissing Sheila’s. She’d wanted to do more than that but felt hesitant, not sure what her next move should be. Now she didn’t have to worry about it, because Sheila was taking over.

“You, uh, let’s get you naked first.”

Sheila helped Gwen remove her denim miniskirt and her panties as Bambi watched. Now all three were nude.

“Lie down,” Sheila said to the girls. They did, and the woman knelt over them. “I want you both to suck my nipples. Both at once.”

The 10-year-old and the 16-year-old scooted in closer until their heads were almost touching. They grinned at each other, giggling.

The woman held her large breasts in her hands, massaging them, pulling and twisting the nipples, making them stiff. Then she lowered her tits to the waiting mouths of the girls. She sighed, almost growled, as she felt their lips close around her nipples, their warm tongues licking her, and then the delicious sucking — oh fuck yes it was so nice. Sheila started masturbating as Bambi and Gwen sucked her nipples.

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Amanda and her mom were side by side on the round bed, facing each other, kissing and touching. They were both naked just like the other people with them in the big bedroom, Paige and Eve and Angela. Eve was down between their legs, right in the middle of Amanda and Tina. She was lying on her stomach and kissing them both, kissing and touching their pussies and licking them too. Amanda liked it, but she really wanted to fuck her mom, or have her mom fuck her, or both. She loved her mommy so much!

For Eve it was almost perfection. A pussy on either side of her face, one of a lovely 32-year-old woman and the other of a 10-year-old child. How could she be so lucky! Not only that, but her own beautiful daughter Paige was licking her pussy at the same time. It felt so nice, just as it had the night before and again this morning. Paige seemed to sense somehow exactly what she wanted, how she liked it and what she needed. Perhaps it just came naturally to young girls.

Although at the moment, Eve noticed, Paige wasn’t doing very much. She’d slowed down, perhaps distracted by the way Angela was eating her. And that was fine. Eve was having a wonderful time kissing and fingering the pussies that sandwiched her cheeks.

Paige really was trying to lick her mom as well as she could, but it was getting incredibly hard to pay attention to anything except that feeling — and omigod it was happening so fast this time, she was getting all tickly down there and throbbing and jumpy, making her have to move,she couldn’t stay still, she couldn’t, she couldn’t — but Angela was grabbing her, holding her tightly, shoving her tongue inside, sucking and licking, her mouth so hot it’s god I can’t — GOD!!!!

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From kissing, the sisters progressed to nipple sucking, taking turns. Fiona began, but first she paused a moment to take another good look at Erin’s boobs, complimenting her on them again… the pale white skin, lightly freckled, and the swollen tips candy pink, nearly red… Fiona didn’t know if she really was a lesbian or not, she hadn’t decided yet, but she did know that when she saw a beautiful breast, she desperately wanted to kiss it and lick it and suck on it. Did that make her a lesbian? Maybe, but she’d think about that later. Right now she simply opened her mouth and placed it over the breast.

“Oh my god,” Erin sighed, “oh yeah…” She petted Fiona’s hair, kissing her head, cooing to her. It felt so good, and it looked so hot too, seeing a little girl sucking her boob like that. So dirty and nasty and so exciting.

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Eve heard the loud squealing, almost a shriek. She felt the bed shaking. Raising her head from between Tina’s and Amanda’s legs and turning onto her side, she looked down at her daughter, Paige.

The 11-year-old was flushed all over, especially on her face and her chest, rosy-colored from a powerful orgasm. She was panting, gasping, gulping, as if she couldn’t catch her breath, her body still jerking with residual spasms.

Angela smiled up at Eve from between Paige’s thighs, her mouth and cheeks shiny with the girl’s juices. Angela licked her lips, leering and winking at Eve.

While Eve was checking on Paige, Amanda took advantage of the chance to reach down and slip a finger inside her mom’s vagina. First one finger, then two fingers. She pushed them in as deep as they would go. Her mother groaned. They were still kissing, but then the woman took her mouth away and said, “Yes, little baby, fuck Mommy’s cunt!”

“You fuck me too, okay, Mommy?”

Tina chuckled, and gave the girl a quick kiss. “Yes, of course, I will, sweetheart.”

She slid a hand down to her daughter’s mound, so smooth and soft, still completely hairless. Her slit was open, already hot and wet. Tina gave a few strokes to the child’s stiff protruding clit, feeling her shiver in response, and then eased lower, searching for the precious little hole. She found it. With the tip of her finger she circled the rim of Amanda’s moist vagina. Adding a second fingertip just inside the opening, she gently pulled and stretched.

Amanda moaned and shivered again. “Mommy,” she whispered, “Mommy, fuck me.”

—————

Sheila’s first orgasm came very quickly, within less than two minutes. But she didn’t stop there. She continued playing with herself as the girls sucked her erect nipples. Sheila was lucky: she could come easily and often, and she did.

“Fuck yes, fuck yes, suck Mommy’s nipples,” she urged, even though neither Gwen nor Bambi was really her daughter. She rubbed her clit and fucked herself and another climax came soon, this one even stronger than the one before. “God yes, god yes, oh fuck that’s good!”

But now she wanted something else. Pushing herself up, her nipples popping wetly out of the two mouths, she crawled on top of Bambi. “You want to taste Mommy’s cunt, little girl?”

“Okay,” Bambi giggled.

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After Fiona had spent a good amount of time on each breast, it was Erin’s turn. Before she started, though, she grinned at her sister and said, “You like doing that, don’t you?”

“Yeah, I do,” Fiona giggled, “I like it a lot.”

“It feels nice,” Erin said. “And you know what? You got me all turned on.”

She put a hand between her own legs, pushing two fingers down between the pouting labia, then drawing them out again. “See?”

“Wow.”

The teen’s fingers glistened with her juices.

“Does it, um, can I taste it?” Fiona asked.

“Yeah, okay… except, remember, I get to do your boobs too.”

“I know,” the younger girl giggled again.

Erin held her wet fingers in front of her sister’s face. Fiona took a sniff, loved the smell, and immediately started licking. When the fingers were clean, she smiled and said, “I want more.”

“Not yet — I get your boobs first!” The girls laughed together, feeling happy and excited. When they settled down, Erin put her hands on Fiona’s little buds. She really didn’t have much yet, just small cone-shaped mounds with puffy nipples.

“Are they sore sometimes?” Erin asked, as she fingered the mini-breasts.

“Yeah, kind of. Um, a lot, actually.”

“I know. Mine were that way too. Sometimes they still are. It gets better, though, when you get older. I’ll be careful, okay?”

“Sure.”

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“Do you like pussy, honey?” Sheila asked as she spread her labia with her fingers in front of the child’s face. “You like eating pussy?”

“Yeah, I do.”

“I thought so. I could tell. You’re a nasty little girl, aren’t you — a nasty fucking hot little girl.”

“Uh-huh,” Bambi nodded. It made her happy when ladies talked dirty to her.

“You’re what, how old?”

“I’m 10.”

“Goddamn, 10 years old, only 10 fucking years old and you like to eat pussy?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Oh, god, I’m gonna come so hard on you, come all over your fucking face!”

And with that, Sheila grabbed the child’s head and pulled her mouth against her cunt.

Gwen had been watching them, of course, and listening, and also rubbing herself. She couldn’t believe the way Sheila was talking to Bambi, but it was so exciting! She thought about watching some more, but then she looked down and saw that bald little mound. She moved quickly into place between Bambi’s legs.

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Erin was careful, and Fiona loved how it felt, having her sister play with her boobies and then kiss them and lick them and even gently suck on them. It made her start to get all gooey inside, like it had with Erin.

When the older girl was done, she wiped her mouth and asked, “So, um, do you know how to do a 69?”

“No. What’s that?”

“It’s when, like, you both lick each other at the same time, but, you know, reversed. I mean, one on top and — well, it’s easier just to show you.”

Erin stood and said, “You lay down, okay?”

“Here?”

“Yeah, it’s big enough,” she pointed to the loveseat, “since we’re both short.”

“All right.”

Fiona lay on her back. Erin got on top. From her hands and knees, the teen looked underneath her body at her little sister. They smiled at each other and giggled, seeing upside-down faces.

“Mom and I do this a lot,” Erin said. “It’s really nice. You’ll like it.”

“Okay.”

“You lick me and I lick you and, I mean, I don’t know if we’ll come or anything, but if we do, it’s kinda cool to try and do it at the same time if we can.”

“Okay.”

There was a pause, both girls anticipating what was about to happen: eating each other’s pussies for the very first time. Erin licked her lips, took a deep breath, and then slowly lowered her crotch toward her sister’s face. She watched as Fiona extended her tongue and began to lick her. Then she turned her attention to the pussy in front of her. Fiona had a small amount of hair, just a few wispy light brown curls, and that was all. Erin put her face between the girl’s legs and began kissing and licking her.

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It was so amazing. Look at that, right in front of her eyes, a sweet hairless pussy just begging to be licked — and Gwen could do that if she wanted to, she could do anything at all with her. Bambi had said so!

She trembled with excitement. This was only the second underage pussy Gwen had seen up close (not counting her own in the mirror). She’d seen her sister, Paige, and she’d even had sex with her too, which was totally awesome. She’d seen pictures and videos of nude young girls online a few times while searching through porn sites, masturbating and fantasizing. But this was the real thing.

Her clit was tingling like crazy. She wanted to touch herself so bad, but she also wanted use both hands to open Bambi’s pussy, to spread her labia apart and look inside. So she just squeezed her legs together, clenching her muscles, as she placed her fingers on the child’s vulva and then carefully, gently, separated the lips.

They were moist and sticky. Strands of gooey liquid stretched between the open labia. But there it was, my god, yes, there it was. Little girl pussy, pink and wet and perfect. Gwen took a deep breath, then leaned in close and began licking.

—————

Eve had a hand between her own legs, rubbing herself. She wanted to come. Angela was masturbating too. They both were looking at Paige, who was lying between them, her eyes closed, trembling slightly, still slowly recovering from a spectacular orgasm. Above them on the bed, Tina and her daughter Amanda were finger-fucking each other. Eve turned and watched them for a moment. They were kissing and hugging, panting and moaning, apparently both getting close.

When she turned back the other way, Eve saw that Angela was now getting on top of Paige. She’d spread her own labia open with one hand and was placing her clit directly over the girl’s. As the woman pressed their warm pussies together, Paige opened her eyes. She smiled at Angela. They kissed.

Eve was incredibly turned on. Under her slippery fingers, her clit was throbbing and sticking out so hard, harder than she’d ever felt it. She was almost ready to come, her whole body trembling, feverish with lust. But she wanted more than just another climax — she wanted to be dirty, filthy, to go beyond anything she’d done before. She looked back again at Tina and Amanda. Then she quickly crawled over to them, up by their heads.

“Look at my cunt,” Eve said. “Look at my fucking wet cunt.”

She could barely believe she was doing all this, having group sex with two other moms and two little girls, including her own young daughter. This was Eve Anderson — a prim, conservative, single mother, 39 years old, active in the PTA, respected in her profession and in the community — actually showing her cunt to a 10-year-old girl and to the child’s mother at the same time, and doing it in the lewdest, nastiest way she could think of.

Eve pulled back her labia with her fingers and thrust her crotch forward. “Look at my fucking cunt!”

Amanda and Tina both looked up, briefly ending their kiss. They smiled.

“You like it? My cunt? You want to me come? Can I, on you? Like it? On your face?”

Eve knew she wasn’t making much sense, but she didn’t care. It was all so unbelievable, and so fucking hot. Her fingers moved fast over her bulging clit. She pushed her crotch in closer, as close as she could get to their faces, especially to Amanda’s face, the little girl. She wanted to come on top of her, come hard and wet.

But then — but then — she was almost ready to climax — and then — pee, she had to pee — she had come and she had to pee — but she couldn’t, she shouldn’t, not on a little girl — that was dirty, dirty, bad, filthy — oh fuck YES so hot so bad so dirty —— she let go and her pee came out, a long stream, spraying over Amanda and Tina.

Eve shouted “PISS! FUCK! CUNT!” and then climaxed, exploding into orgasm.

—————

Sheila came on top of Bambi, fucking her face. She was loud and messy and said lots of dirty stuff, and she was kind of rough too, pulling Bambi’s hair and shoving her pussy really hard into her mouth. Bambi didn’t mind that, though, she liked it a lot. It made her want to come. Except she wasn’t really close because Gwen was going too slow.

Panting, sweating, actually drooling (she wiped her mouth, slightly embarrassed), Sheila turned to the side after she finished, releasing Bambi from between her thighs, and leaned back against the headboard, closing her eyes.

“God…” she sighed, her hands over her breasts, “my god…”

—————

Amanda wasn’t really sure what had happened, if Paige’s mom was peeing or if it was something else, but it made her excited! She began to hump her little pussy as hard as she could against her mother’s hand.

“That’s right, baby girl, come for Mommy!” Tina urged.

Seeing Eve break the rules like that, pissing on them and climaxing so loudly, was thrilling to her too. She kept her fingers where they were, though, knowing from experience that Amanda would be able to bring herself to orgasm fastest that way, basically fucking her hand. The girl still had two fingers inside Tina’s cunt, but she wasn’t moving them much, and Tina wasn’t really close yet. That didn’t matter now. She just wanted to help Amanda come.

Eve drew her fingers out of her vagina, shuddering from the after-effects of a tremendous orgasm. Her face was dripping with sweat and her crotch was dripping too, with both piss and pussy juice. She couldn’t believe what she had just done. It was so filthy, so dirty and perverted — and so fucking hot. She brought her fingers to her mouth, tasting herself, and then had an even better, naughtier idea.

—————

Bambi pushed herself up on her elbows. “You can lick me, um, faster, okay?” she said to Gwen.

“Faster?”

“Uh-huh, and put your finger inside me too. I like that. And you can suck my clit.”

“Okay,” Gwen smiled from between the girl’s legs. “I’ll try.” She felt somewhat chagrined to be receiving lovemaking instructions from a child, but that’s how it was, and she really did want to give Bambi as much pleasure as she could.

She raised her head a bit and took a close look. The vagina appeared to be open wide enough that it would easily take her finger. But she certainly didn’t want to hurt her. On the other hand, this was a very experienced child, so… Gwen put the tip of her finger at the opening to Bambi’s pussy and slowly pushed it in.

“Ooh, yeah, yeah,” Bambi groaned. “Now suck my clit.”

Sheila pushed her hair back from her face, still trying to catch her breath. That was a big one. Finally she opened her eyes. She looked at Bambi and then at Gwen. What a body on that teenager, long and lean and athletic, so hot and so fuckable.

The woman moved down on the king-size bed and lay on her back with her head close to Gwen’s crotch. Tugging on her legs, she got Gwen into position so she could eat her.

—————

Pushing her hand down between her swollen pussy lips, Eve rubbed it all around, coating it with her liquids — then shoved her fingers into Amanda’s mouth while the child continued humping her mother. “Taste my cunt, little girl, taste my dirty fucking cunt!!”

Angela looked up when she heard that. She was on top of Eve’s 11-year-old daughter, Paige, tribbing with her. They were kissing and Angela was talking dirty to the girl, turning her on, as she continued grinding their pussies together. But hearing Eve say something so out of character for her really got Angela’s attention.

She smiled when she saw what her friend was doing. I’ve created a monster, Angela thought, only a good monster, a hot kinky lesbian one. Then she returned her focus to the girl beneath her, kissing Paige again and fucking her more urgently.

It really excited Eve to act this way, like a filthy slut, so she got another load of moisture from her pussy and eagerly spread it all over Amanda’s face. Then she did the same with Tina, the girl’s mother. “Taste my cunt, bitch!” Eve cried — and at that moment Amanda started to climax.

—————

Fiona had never heard of a ’69’, but wow, it was great! Two girls licking each other at the same time! What a cool idea!

Except she wasn’t really feeling cool now, not at all — it was just the opposite, she was feeling hot, getting all jittery and squirmy and sweaty and almost ready to come. The stuff Erin was doing to her, whatever it was, licking and sucking and fingering, it made Fiona so excited so fast!

She’d been trying to do what she was supposed to do with Erin too, although she didn’t know for sure how to do it right or anything. She just kissed her a lot, and licked her vagina — she tasted really good — and she tried to find her clit too and suck on it the way she’d sucked on her mom’s clit, but Erin kept moving around so much, and Fiona couldn’t really see things very well, and anyway she was getting so turned on herself that it was hard to think.

So, she closed her eyes and just put her mouth on her sister’s pussy and rubbed her tongue all around, and that worked pretty good. Erin seemed to like it a lot. Fiona could hear her moaning, and she was starting to move even faster, kind of humping her pussy up and down on Fiona’s face.

—————

Amanda squealed as she came on her mother’s hand, her face pinched and turning red, eyes tightly shut.

“Fuck yes fuck yes, come for Mommy!” Tina urged.

And then, before the girl got even halfway through her climax, Tina mounted Amanda, turning her onto her back and pressing their pussies together, humping the little blonde. She was suddenly ravenous, desperate to bring herself to orgasm, wanting — needing to fuck her daughter and come on top of her.

Eve watched them for a moment, transfixed, and then began to masturbate again. She wanted to come one more time. But now she moved quickly back to the other pair, Paige and Angela. The blonde woman was straddling Paige’s crotch, holding one of the girl’s slim legs in the air as she pumped on top of her, fucking her pussy to pussy.

“Paige…” said Eve.

The girl looked up.

“I want to sit on your face.”

Paige smiled, nodded, and licked her lips. Eve climbed on top of her, facing toward Angela. She lowered her cunt to her daughter’s mouth, while at the same time leaning forward and kissing the woman who was fucking the girl.

—————

Erin was licking and sucking Fiona’s clit. She had a finger inside her vagina. She could tell that her sister was getting close, but she wanted to come at the same time as Fiona if she could. So she slowed down a little on the sucking and the fucking and concentrated on her own arousal. Grinding her cunt into Fiona’s mouth probably should do it.

Yes, yes, mmm, that’s good… you just keep your tongue where it is, Erin thought to herself, and let me do the work… good, good, mmm, so nice, so hot… god I love sex so much… oh fuck yeah, I’m getting close now, almost there, right on the edge… I’d better do Fiona some more, suck that little clit, fuck her hot pussy —

Fiona was on fire. Her whole body was about to explode. She tried to hold her tongue where it was because Erin was really humping her hard now and she wanted to but it was all so fast and so exciting and she couldn’t think and —

Boom!

The sisters came together, a simultaneous climax, a beautiful incestuous orgasmic 69 between a 12-year-old and a 15-year-old.

—————

Sheila was eating Gwen and masturbating at the same time. She could tell by the way the teenager was moving on top of her that she was getting close to a climax. Sheila was hoping they could come together.

Bambi was almost there. Finally Gwen was really doing it the way she liked, sucking her clit and pushing her finger way deep inside her pussy and kind of twisting it around. She’d had to tell her how to do it, but now that she was, Bambi was almost there, almost there, in fact — in fact — almost — Yes — YES!!!

The 10-year-old blonde reached climax, writhing on the bed, squealing and panting. The moment it happened was the magic moment for Gwen as well. Knowing that she had a sexy little girl coming in her mouth put her over the top, and she came on Sheila’s face.

Oh fuck yes, fuck yes, Sheila said to herself as she felt Gwen’s vagina contracting in orgasm. Her tongue was pushed inside the girl, and she could actually feel and taste the delicious climax all at once. With only a few more strokes of her own fingers on her clit, Sheila came too.

—————

Eve kissed Angela, their mouths wet, tongues eager, both women moaning in passion. Angela was ready to come at any moment, right on the edge — and then suddenly Eve grunted, exhaled, groaned — she was climaxing. It had taken her almost no time at all — within seconds after she felt Paige’s tongue on her sex, Eve began to come.

Angela heard Paige start to squeal too, her voice muffled by her mother’s cunt pressing down on her face. Paige was coming underneath her, and now Angela could also let go. She kissed the woman, fucked the girl, and burst into climax.

Near them, at the exact same time, Tina was coming on top of Amanda, fucking her little girl, fucking her hard, pussy on pussy, and her daughter was responding, grabbing her mother, pulling her close — “Mommy, fuck me!! Fuck me!!!” — and Amanda came too.

Continue on to Chapter 38

By Naughty Mommy

We were happy to discover that the sauna was empty, no one else in there. In fact, the whole hotel wasn’t very crowded. I guess it was out of season, with summer over and school started and no snow yet for skiing or anything. Most of the people there seemed to be attending the seminar.

We sat together on a wooden bench, enjoying the heat for a minute or so. Then Allie said, “Hmm, I don’t really know, but can I ask you guys something?”

“Sure,” I replied. “What is it, Alli— I mean, Fucker?”

She grinned at me, then went on, “Well, in Sweden, or wherever, you know, they take saunas a lot and shit… don’t they do it naked? Isn’t that supposed to be better for you or something?”

“Umm…” I wasn’t sure what to say.

Kate was nodding eagerly. I knew what she wanted.

“Well, uh, yeah, I guess you’re right,” I said. “I think maybe it is supposed to be better.”

My sister looked at the door. She got up and walked over to it. There was a latch that could be turned for privacy, meaning no one else could come in without a pass key. She turned the knob, locking the door, then came back to us, grinning. “So, you wanna do it?”

“Do what?” I asked stupidly.

“You know, take off our suits!”

Allie looked at me, smiling brightly. Apparently she would be willing, and Kate obviously was, so I said, “Well, sure, I guess, why not?”

We stripped out of our suits and left them in a pile at the end of the bench. Then we sat again, with Allie in the middle. For another minute or two, no one said anything. Our bodies were beginning to sweat, our skin glowing. A couple of times I glanced down between Allie’s legs. I still couldn’t see much hair there, maybe just a tiny patch on her mound, but it was very light and sparse.

I closed my eyes and leaned my head back, savoring the unusual sensation, like being baked in an oven. It made me feel limp, relaxed, sort of drowsy — but also alert and sensitive, as if all my nerves were wide awake. That might sound like a contradiction, and maybe it is, but that’s how I felt.

A voice startled me from my reverie. Allie said, “Do you guys ever……”

I raised my head and turned toward her. “Do we… ever what?”

She smiled and looked down at the floor, then back up again. “Well, like — you heard me say I have two moms, right?”

I nodded and Kate did too.

“That’s ‘cuz they’re lesbians, you know? And like, I was wondering… do either of you guys ever think about shit like that? I mean, about other girls or anything?”

Kate grinned at me. I shook my head quickly, frowning at her.

Oh my god, I thought, if Allie only knew the real truth about us. But we couldn’t possibly tell her all that, could we? What would she say if she knew not only that we were lesbians, but that Kate and I were lovers, and that we had sex with our little sister too, who was only 9, not to mention with our mother? I was sure she would be horrified, or at the very least shocked.

On the other hand, she hadn’t asked us about anything like that. All she’d asked was if we ever thought about girls. We could certainly answer that honestly without revealing any of the rest of it.

All this went through my head in the space of about two seconds. I cleared my throat and said, “Um, yeah, I… I think about girls sometimes. A lot, actually.”

“Me too,” Kate nodded eagerly.

Allie smiled, then looked at the floor again. She was leaning forward on her hands, swinging her bare feet. Her legs were long and slender, perfectly shaped. Damn, she was so smoking hot. I really wanted her.

After a brief pause, she said, “Do you ever wonder how it would feel… to kiss another girl?”

“I do!” Kate instantly responded, her eyes bright. My sister’s enthusiasm made me chuckle. I simply nodded in reply.

“I think about it too, a hell of a lot,” said Allie. “I mean, I really can’t fucking help it every time I hear or see my moms, you know, doing what they do.”

I wondered what she meant by ‘doing what they do’ — what exactly did her two moms do in front of this girl?

Allie glanced up at me. “So, have you ever done it?”

“Done what?”

“You know, kissed a girl.”

I didn’t see any harm in admitting that. “Uh-huh. Yeah, I have.”

She sat quietly, looking into my eyes, not saying a word. Then she licked her lips again, running her wet pink tongue all around her mouth. I felt another deep shiver of lust. Even though it was already very warm inside the sauna, I could feel my cheeks burning. I was consumed with desire for Allie, for Fucker.

I lifted my hand, the one closest to her. I held it — suspended barely above her long smooth back, not quite touching her yet. A smile twitched at the sides of her mouth. I saw the tiniest nod, and it seemed she was giving me permission.

I touched her. I heard a sharp intake of breath. Allie shut her eyes, biting her lip. I slid my fingers very slowly down her back, the tips grazing over her skin, gathering beads of perspiration, feeling the silky softness of her. I reached her bottom, tight and firm and small. I heard a moan as I let my fingers slip between her cheeks.

The girl was bending toward me now, listing as would a ship with a leak collecting fluids in the hold. Her eyes remained closed, but her lips were parted. She raised her chin. Her lovely face was flushed, shiny with sweat. I leaned toward her, drawn like a magnet. Our mouths met.

Have you ever kissed a girl? If you’re a guy reading this, I assume you probably have at some point. But if you’re a girl or a woman reading this, then there might be good chance you haven’t. I mean, obviously you could have kissed your mother or one of your relatives or whatever, but not really kissed them, as in a sexual way — unless you’re very, very lucky, like me and Kate and Molly.

There’s something about kissing a girl that is almost indescribable… the softness of her skin and her lips, that girl/woman smell she has whether she’s wearing perfume or not, the little feminine sounds she might make, the gentle feel of her breath, the perfect sweet taste of her tongue… until you’ve done it, you can’t even imagine how awesome it is.

Now, take all those things and then realize they don’t come close to describing what it was like for me kissing Allie, or should I say ‘Fucker’. It was all the above multiplied by infinity.

If I’d been able to think clearly at the time, I might have asked myself how it could be that this girl who supposedly had never kissed another girl was driving me absolutely insane with her mouth. She was sooo good at it, as good as anyone I’ve ever kissed, and that includes my mom and my sisters who are all totally amazing.

The thing is, though, I didn’t ask myself that question or wonder about anything at all, because I was completely blown away by Fucker. I was incapable of rational thought, melted into nothing but a tongue and a pair of lips that were ravenously hungry for her pretty mouth.

At last, after who knows how long — five minutes? five months? — Fucker slowly pulled away, breaking the kiss. And I must confess to you, dear reader, that I literally lunged toward her, desperate for more. My over-the-top reaction was enough to make Kate laugh out loud, and that sound finally jolted me back to reality.

When I blinked my eyes open, I was surprised to find Kate standing right in front of us, her cute naked body only inches away. And she wasn’t simply standing there either. She had a hand between her legs, rubbing her pussy. She must have gotten up to watch us kiss and then started masturbating at some point.

Fucker was gazing at my sister, watching as her fingers played with her clit. I glanced up at Kate — and when her eyes met mine, she reacted with a start.

“Oh!” She looked down at her hand, evidently surprised to discover what she was doing. “Oh shit, sorry, I, I don’t —”

“It’s all right, it’s totally fucking cool,” said Fucker. “I masturbate all the time. I mean, like all the fucking time, you know?”

She smiled and leaned back, lifting her feet onto the edge of the wooden bench, spreading her slim legs apart. She began to play with herself.

“Wow,” Kate giggled, staring at Fucker’s pussy. “Man, that’s… yeah, I masturbate all the time too!”

She’d removed her hand from her crotch, but now she put it back, sliding a finger up inside her juicy cunt, fucking herself.

I sat for a moment, just watching them. It was so hot seeing these two young girls, an 11-year-old and a 12-year-old, naked and rubbing themselves. My hand went between my own legs. Then I stood up. I wanted a better view of Fucker’s little pussy while I masturbated.

When she saw me looking down at her, Fucker grinned and spread her legs even wider. Using her fingers, she carefully opened her labia, showing us that moist pink center.

She looked at our faces, glancing from one to the other. Then, with her eyes locked on mine, the sexy girl licked her lips again, swirling her tongue all around. I almost came right then. It was amazing how fast I was getting close.

Fucker smiled at me, then peered down between her own legs. Kate and I watched as she pushed a finger just inside her tight vagina, up to the first knuckle. With her other hand, she teased her clit. Of course my sister and I were not only watching, we were both masturbating too.

My fingers moved fast between my legs. I began to feel that swelling, pulsing, swirling, tingling, magic sensation coming up from deep inside. I shut my eyes, took a deep breath — yes, yes, almost, almost — but no, not quite, not yet. I was right there, though, right on the edge.

I opened my eyes and saw Fucker staring at my fingers, watching me masturbate. She looked at me, then at Kate, her gaze going back and forth. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I could hear her whispering as she tickled her clit.

I glanced at my sister. She was fucking herself fast and hard while staring down between the other girl’s legs, watching her masturbate. Kate was totally covered in sweat, her tanned skin glowing.

We were all three perspiring heavily, partly from the heat of the sauna but also from the heat of our arousal. And I could smell our juices too. I closed my eyes again, breathing in deeply through my nose.

The aroma was very strong, young girl pussy — and when I thought those words, the instant they went through my mind, I climaxed.

Kate came too, right after me, and then, maybe half a minute later, as I was coming down from my high, Fucker reached orgasm.

Goddamn, it was so exciting to watch that girl — legs spread wide, fingering herself, playing with her pussy, climaxing loudly. As her body shuddered repeatedly in tremendous spasms, I saw a dribble of gooey white fluids oozing out of her cunt and down into her ass.

My sister and I glanced at each other, smiling. Kate giggled. I winked at her.

Fucker finally opened her eyes, looking up at us. She relaxed her legs, stretching them out. “Fuck, that was good,” she grinned, licking her fingers.

We stayed that way for several moments: a tableau of three naked girls, gleaming with sweat, breathing hard, our faces glowing in post-orgasmic bliss.

Then Kate shook her head. Drops of perspiration flew off the ends of her short brown hair.

“God, it’s so fucking hot,” she remarked. “Maybe we should get the hell out of here.”

“Yeah,” I nodded. “You might be right. I don’t think it’s healthy to stay inside too long.”

A thought struck me. “You know, in like Sweden or Scandinavia, places like that, they go straight from the sauna and run and jump naked into the fjord where it’s freezing cold. I read about it.”

“Really?” my sister asked. “What’s a fee-yore?”

“A fjord,” I grinned. “It’s like a deep lake, really cold.”

Kate chuckled, “So why don’t we run outside and jump in Lake Tahoe?”

“No fucking way!” exclaimed Fucker. We all laughed.

“But, I mean, I guess we could put on our suits and jump in the swimming pool,” I suggested. “You wanna do that?”

“Sure,” Fucker nodded.

“We could even do it naked,” Kate leered.

I smiled, “Well, yeah, but I don’t want to, you know, cause trouble for Aunt Barbara. Maybe no one would care, but I don’t think we should take any chances.”

“I guess you’re right,” my sister agreed.

“Okay, so let’s get the fuck out of here,” said Fucker. She reached over and grabbed our suits. “Which one of these is mine…?”

“I don’t think it matters,” I said. “I mean, I think they’re all the same size and stuff.”

Fucker shrugged, apparently agreeing. She handed one of the dark blue suits to me and one to Kate. We pulled them on and found our flip-flops, then unlatched the door and headed for the pool.

The cool air outside the sauna felt fantastic. I breathed in deeply, filling my lungs. Then I looked down at my chest. My nipples were incredibly hard, poking out like fingers through the thin fabric. I smiled to myself and checked out the other girls. Their nipples were just as taut and visible as mine. Yummy!

No one else was using the pool. There was an attendant behind a glassed-in booth, a middle-aged woman who appeared bored.

We walked to the deep end, setting our towels on some chairs behind us. Standing on the edge, holding hands, we looked at each other.

“Are you ready? One – two – THREE!”

“Whoop!!”  

I guess the pool was heated, it must have been, but after the sauna it felt like ice. We squealed and giggled and shivered, hugging each other.

Kate proposed a race to warm ourselves up. Fucker and I agreed, but only one lap, up to the shallow end and back. My sister won easily, of course. She was definitely the best athlete among us.

As we were trying to catch our breath at the end of the race, holding onto the sides, I felt someone rubbing my butt. It was Fucker. She smiled at me. I put a hand on her bottom too, squeezing her tight cheeks. She gave me a quick kiss, then turned to the other side, to Kate.

Switching hands, so she could keep a grip on the edge of the pool, Fucker fondled Kate under the water. They kissed.

Even after the race, I was still feeling chilled. If the goddamn pool was heated, it wasn’t very heated. My teeth chattered.

“Do y-you g-guys wanna g-go to the hot tub?” I asked.

“Shit yeah,” said Fucker. “Th-that sounds great.”

We climbed out and wrapped ourselves in the big towels, shivering.

“Where is it?” Kate swiveled her head around, looking for the hot tub.

“I’m not sure, but… you know what? I think I have an even better idea,” I said to them, feeling inspired.

“What is it?”

“Well, um, we could go up to the suite, you know, to Aunt Barbara’s suite. Put our clothes back on and go up there.”

“Hell yeah,” Kate grinned, “I like that idea a lot.”

I looked at Fucker. “Is that all right with you? Wanna do that?”

“A suite?” she blinked.

“Yeah, like I said, our aunt is kind of important, a VP, so she has this really awesome suite, you know, a bunch of rooms all together.”

“It’s totally fucking awesome,” Kate told Fucker. “You should see it.”

“All right,” the girl shrugged. “I’m up for that.”

We hurried back to the lockers, eager to get out of our wet bathing suits. When we got inside, Kate looked around. Again, there was nobody else there. Except for us, the place was empty.

“Come on,” she said, grabbing my hand. She dragged me toward the showers. Fucker followed us.

Kate tossed her towel onto a bench just outside the shower area. She started stripping out of her suit. “A quick hot shower first, wash off all the chlorine, then get dressed, okay?”

“Good thinking,” I nodded, pulling the stretchy straps from my shoulders. Fucker got naked too, and we went inside.

Mostly we did take a shower, soaping up and washing off the chlorine, but we also got a little playful, kissing each other, touching and teasing. We all sort of knew we couldn’t go much further, not then, not there — but once we got up to the suite and had complete privacy, who could tell what might happen?

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