Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Naughty Mommy

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This time the kids didn’t give their mothers any time at all to take a break from the excitement. No sooner had Paige gone through the bedroom door than the twins emerged from it.

Hailey and Holly came out wearing big colorful t-shirts and baggy shorts, both of them barefoot. The clothes looked oddly bulky on them, though, as if they might have several layers on. In fact, they did.

The girls walked to the circle of light in front of their audience of aroused women where they stood for a moment, hand in hand, accepting scattered applause. Several of the moms were still recovering from overpowering orgasms and weren’t necessarily able to respond the way they might have wanted to. But that was okay. Those who could clapped loudly. The twins seemed to understand.

After politely acknowledging the cheers, the pretty blondes turned toward each other, standing very close, sharing impish grins. Slowly they brought their mouths together and kissed a few times to the obvious approval of the audience. But what was even more delightful was when their hands began to roam, going from their shoulders to their chests, lightly massaging, then down to their hips and around to their little bottoms, squeezing and caressing as their kisses became deeper and wetter.

Even though the girls were still fully dressed, the sight of two cute sexy 8-year-olds — twin sisters! — engaged in such a passionate display, kissing and groping and pressing their slender bodies together, made the assembled women drool with excitement. All eyes were on Holly and Hailey now and most of the moms were masturbating again. A few, like Sheila, had never stopped.

Giggling, the girls finally drew their faces apart, both wiping their mouths in almost a mirror image. It was uncanny how identical their movements were. Then they reached down to each other’s waists and unfastened the baggy shorts, letting them fall to the floor and stepping out of them. Underneath, they each wore another pair of shorts, though these were not as long and had an elastic waist.

Next they gripped the bottom hems of each other’s big t-shirts and began lifting them up. They raised the shirts over their heads and off, tossing them aside. Still, they both wore other shirts, and again they presented a somewhat rumpled look.

They leaned in and kissed again, repeating the action of caressing and groping, pulling their bodies together and even humping a little bit. After a minute or so, one of the girls grabbed her sister’s shorts and started tugging on them, bending to pull them all the way down and off, leaving only panties. The other twin did the same. Then they lifted and removed their t-shirts, though once again they had other shirts on underneath. This got some laughs.

But now as Hailey and Holly clutched at one another, their movements seemed to have more urgency, their kisses becoming deeper, wetter, hungrier. Laughter from the audience soon changed to lusty sighs as they saw the girls sliding their hands up under each other’s shirts and down inside their panties, and heard their eager whimpers of arousal.

In less than a minute, another pair of panties were taken off along with another t-shirt, and now each girl wore only a tight tank top and a pair of bikini undies. It was clear that once these were gone there would be nothing more to remove.

The two little blondes kissed and groped, hands reaching beneath their tank tops, fingers obviously playing with tiny nipples. Sheila climaxed. So did Stephanie, then Veronica. Carol came too, and Stacie right after her.

With almost frantic excitement, Holly and Hailey pulled the tank tops up and off, revealing their flat chests. And now their hands got busy between each other’s legs — but instead of going inside their panties, both girls pressed in from the outside, shoving the thin cotton material deep into their slits.

Angela came. Tina came.

The twins rubbed their fingers through the panty-coated furrows, sliding quickly up and down several times, before reaching even lower to push the fabric up inside their little vaginas, at least partway.

Bridget came, then Eve.

Moaning, panting, sometimes kissing, Hailey and Holly pressed their fingers in hard, jiggling and rolling them around as if wanting to make sure the panties absorbed as much of their juices and odors as possible.

Sheila came yet again, crying loudly. The large room in the penthouse suite was totally filled with the sounds and smells of female orgasms, every one of the women writhing in their chairs, clutching at their pussies.

Now the girls slowed their movements, ended their kisses, and gradually drew apart, wiping their mouths and smiling at one another. They turned to face the audience, holding hands, waiting until all the climaxes were finally finished and they once more had the attention of the moms.

When things were mostly quiet, the twins pulled down their panties in unison, stepping out of them. They then held them up, spreading them out with both hands, making sure that all could see the dark wet spots in the center of each pair. This got some oohs and ahhs. But the real surprise was what came next — when the little girls turned toward one another and brought the panties up to their faces, pressing them against their noses, sniffing deeply, even licking the crotch, all while looking into each other’s eyes.

“Oh my god,” said Stephanie.

“Nice,” added Veronica.

“That’s so fucking hot,” Sheila breathed, as she pushed two fingers inside her cunt.

And the show still wasn’t quite over. First the twins traded panties, once again sniffing and licking them, but this time each enjoying the smells and tastes of her sister’s crotch. Then, dropping the undies, they wrapped their arms around each other and kissed wetly, using their tongues, humping their little pussies together. The mothers applauded, some cheering, a few even whistling.

When they finished kissing, Holly and Hailey faced the audience, an arm across each other’s shoulders. They stood for several seconds, hearing more applause and letting everyone take in the sight of their beautiful naked bodies, especially those puffy hairless slits, so undeniably tempting.

For a finale, each girl slowly slid a hand down between her own legs, her middle finger pressing inside the cleft, reaching deep, entering her hot wet vagina. After a moment, they drew the fingers out and held them up, shiny and dripping with moisture. Each twin now brought her finger up, placing it in her sister’s mouth. The girls licked and sucked the juices, then kissed once more. The audience cheered and drooled, craving sex with little girls.

Ending their last kiss with a smack, Holly and Hailey spun each other around, laughing and smiling. After a brief bow, they ran back into the bedroom, loud applause trailing after them.

None of the women said a word this time, or even glanced around. They were drifting in a feverish haze of lust and desire, sweating, breathing hard, clits tingling, nipples throbbing. Angela didn’t even bother offering refreshments. They were well beyond that.

After about half a minute, the door opened again.

The five older girls — Gwen, 16, Erin, 15, Kelly, 14, Fiona, 12, and Paige, 11 — came slowly out, walking in single file. All were nude. They reached the center of the illuminated area and stood in a line, facing the audience.

Five lovely naked beauties, one a redhead, the rest brunettes, different heights, different shapes, different ages, and all at varying stages of development, but each one deliciously tempting in her own way. Together they presented a feast for the eyes of the horny moms.

Gwen draped her left arm around Erin’s shoulders, and Erin did the same with Kelly, as did Kelly with Fiona, and Fiona with Paige. Then, after exchanging glances and a few giggles, they all began to masturbate, each girl using her right hand except for Paige, who was left-handed. They stood silently, rubbing their fingers between their legs, stroking their labia, massaging their clits, dipping down into their wet pussies.

The women were masturbating too, of course, although a few of them had paused first to quickly strip out of some of their clothes, partly because they were feeling hot and sweaty but mainly because they wanted to be entirely ready to fuck as soon as the time was right.

It became a group jill-off, the daughters watching the moms, the moms watching the daughters, all playing with themselves and all getting very excited, many now starting to moan, their bodies heating up, the air around them filled with the pungent scent of feminine juices, loud gasps and grunts, the squishy slap of fingers plunging into pussies, tongues licking lips, sweat beading on foreheads, hands moving fast, cunts dripping, everyone watching, clits getting bigger, throbbing, pulsing — and then the first climax, Sheila of course, followed almost immediately by Erin, then Bridget. Next it was Veronica, then Kelly, and then Carol and Stacie at the same time. Gwen came, Eve came, and then Stephanie. Paige climaxed, then Fiona, then Tina, and finally Angela, who managed to hold off until she had seen all the other women and girls go over the top.

The experience of fourteen nearly simultaneous female climaxes — the sounds, the smells, the reality of what was happening — led many of them to have multiple orgasms, riding the wave, continuing to rub themselves or fuck themselves, feeling the heat, breathing in the aromas, hearing their neighbors reach climax again and again, being there, soaking it all in, sharing the erotic high…

It was a very long time until the last climactic spasm finally faded away.

When the moms eventually began to regain awareness of their surroundings, they discovered that the five girls were now down on the floor — and they’d been joined by the younger ones as well — Bambi, Amanda, Debby, Hailey, Holly, and Jordan were there with them, and all were completely naked. It was a loose pile of nude, randy girls, eager for their mothers to join in.

Whatever clothes the women still had on were shed within moments. Then nine horny moms descended on the pile of girls, diving in and choosing partners almost randomly. Sometimes it ended up with mother fucking daughter, but there was no real order to the melee. Whoever happened to be there in front of them was kissed and sucked and licked and touched and groped and fucked.

The lesbian orgy went on for a little less than an hour. It might have lasted longer except that the earlier entertainment — and all the masturbating — had depleted some of the women’s stamina. Still, everyone got a chance to fuck everyone else, or at least whoever they felt like fucking. Before the evening was very old, however, at not quite 10:00 PM, nearly all of the moms were resting quietly, perhaps gently stroking the body or bodies beside them and occasionally kissing a mouth, but mostly just taking it easy. Even Sheila was wiped out.

The only two women still really active were Stephanie and Angela. Stephanie was lying atop her daughters, Holly and Hailey, her head just at the level of their pussies, her mouth going back and forth between them, kissing and licking. Angela meanwhile was kneeling over 7-year-old Jordan, just above her face. The buxom blonde was masturbating and talking dirty to the child, who was smiling happily.

“You want me to ride fucking Pony on your tongue, little girl? Huh? You gonna let me put my cunt in your mouth? Come on your face?”

Jordan giggled and stuck her tongue out, holding it stiff. Shivering with excitement, Angela pulled back her pussy lips, exposing her unusually long clit. Slowly she lowered the stiff member onto the waiting tongue and began to ride.

Unlike the moms, all the girls were continuing to play. With the adults now largely inert, the kids were focused on each other. It amused the women and even aroused them somewhat to see so much hot sex taking place between their young daughters, but they were mostly content just to watch.

There was a foursome of Fiona and Erin and Gwen and Paige, mixing and matching in a variety of combinations, and there were Bambi and Amanda going at one another yet again, the two never seeming to tire or run out of orgasms. Finally, over in a corner, Kelly was lying with Debby, tenderly holding the girl and kissing her.

During all the frenzied activity of the previous hour after the mothers pounced on their naked daughters, Debby and Kelly had never been far apart. Kelly had enjoyed several very satisfying climaxes at the hands — and tongues — of several different women, including both her moms, and Debby had been the recipient of a whole lot of touching and kissing, but the two had stayed quite close, often holding hands even while coupling with someone else.

And Kelly noticed something. She saw that even though Debby appeared to be having plenty of fun, it didn’t seem that she ever actually had an orgasm. So now Kelly had taken the 9-year-old aside to spend some private time with her.

“You know, I really love you,” the teen whispered, softly kissing the child.

“I love you too,” Debby said, returning the kiss.

Kelly’s hand glided across the girl’s flat chest, fingering her nipples, feeling them stiffen slightly. “Do you like it when I do that?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Want me to kiss them?”

“Okay.”

As Kelly kissed and licked the little nipples and they hardened a bit further, she slid a hand down to the child’s soft, puffy mound, tenderly caressing. She felt Debby open her legs wider, inviting exploration. But Kelly was in no hurry. She let her fingers play with the labia, very gently stroking, not trying yet to go inside.

They heard a sudden gasp, a string of obscenities, and then a loud guttural moan as Angela climaxed in Jordan’s mouth. Debby glanced over, smiling at what she saw. Kelly nodded and grinned, but kept her attention focused on her young lover.

She tickled the girl’s nipples with her tongue, feeling her body quiver in response, and then moved up to kiss her mouth again, still keeping that hand between her legs, lightly touching, loving the feel of the silky smooth skin. It made Kelly think of when she masturbated for the first time, when she was not yet 10 years old.

She’d heard her mother having sex in the next room with her new girlfriend, Stephanie, and it had been so exciting to listen to them that Kelly automatically began playing with herself. At that point she’d never had an orgasm and didn’t really know what she was doing, but the movements just came naturally. She rubbed where it felt good, her own hairless pussy feeling warmer and getting moist inside, and then, as she listened to the cries of passion from the women, Kelly reached her first climax. It was unbelievably wonderful, a life-changing experience. She wanted Debby to have that too.

They kissed for a long long time, lips and tongues playing together. Their eyes were closed, the lovers occasionally murmuring soft words to each other between tender kisses. All the while Kelly’s fingers continued gliding gently up and down, from the bottom of Debby’s slit to the top and then back again.

Kelly’s only thought was to love this beautiful girl, to give her the warmest, happiest loving she possibly could. She kissed her sweet mouth, sucked on her little tongue, and then — she felt a change. Without even trying to, her fingers had slipped inside Debby’s slit. The labia had parted, welcoming her.

And oh, how wet she was, how slick and slippery and steamy hot inside. And there it was, that precious nub, the magic button Kelly had found when she was only 9 years old herself. Now she was touching Debby’s clit, sliding her lubricated fingers over it, feeling it grow, sensing the girl’s heightened excitement, the approaching ecstasy…

Debby was floating, like in a dream. It all felt so perfect, so wonderful, the way Kelly kissed her, the way she touched her, the things she was saying. Debby seemed to drift away from everything, just floating in the air, nothing around her but Kelly’s mouth, her tongue, her lips, and her hand, doing whatever she was doing, making her feel like she’d never felt before.

She felt the tongue in her mouth, the wet lips on hers, and fingers going in now, going inside, so hot and wet down there. Yes, touch me, touch me, I need it, I want it, touch me there, right there, now more more more, don’t stop, and kiss me, omigod, Kelly, kiss me now, kiss me hard, suck my tongue while you touch me that way, right there, right there, it’s it’s it’s ——

And Debby’s world exploded.

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Although they gave some thought to spending the night in Angela’s suite, ultimately Carol and her group decided to make the short walk back to the condo. Most of them did, anyway. They allowed Kelly to stay behind and sleep with Debby in one of the beds in the third bedroom. The other bed in that room was taken by Sheila and her two daughters, Erin and Fiona.

Debby’s mother, Bridget, slept with Angela and Tina in the master bedroom of the suite, while the second bedroom was shared by Amanda, Bambi, and Gwen. Gwen’s mom, Eve, and her sister, Paige, took the elevator down a couple of floors to spend the night together in Eve’s hotel room.

At the condo, it was Veronica and Stephanie taking the king-size bed in the larger bedroom with the twins, Holly and Hailey, sleeping between them. Carol, Stacie, and Jordan were in the queen bed in the second bedroom. The third bedroom went unoccupied.

Before actually falling asleep, of course, there was still more fun to be had. Feeling refreshed by their stroll through the ocean-scented night air, Carol and Stacie played with Jordan for a while, the three of them trying several variations of Pony, Pony-Pony, and some new things too. In the master bedroom, Stephanie and Veronica watched as the twins engaged in an exciting 69, and then did the same themselves while the girls watched. After that, they cuddled and kissed and went to sleep.

Paige did what she now loved to do more than anything else — lick and suck her mother’s pussy. She brought Eve to two powerful orgasms before crawling up to ride her mom’s face and enjoy her own climax. Meanwhile, above them in the suite, Gwen had a wonderful time fooling around with Bambi and Amanda in Bambi’s room. The three of them didn’t get to sleep until very late.

Angela, Tina, and Bridget talked for a time before giving each other warm massages with aromatic oils, and then Angela went down on both women, first Bridget, then Tina. After that, they slept. Over in the third bedroom, Sheila, Erin, and Fiona combined in a three-way daisy chain, coming once that way, then reversing direction and coming again. Sheila finished by tribbing with both girls, fucking Erin first, then Fiona, and at last they were ready to sleep. In the other bed, Kelly licked Debby’s pussy, bringing the child to the second orgasm of her young life. Then they held each other, cuddling and kissing and talking softly as they listened to the action across from them. Finally it was quiet and everyone slept.

Continue on to Chapter 50

By Naughty Mommy

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

Bambi and Amanda were the next two performers in the underage lesbian striptease taking place in the penthouse suite of the Playa del Mar.

The 10-year-old blonde lookalikes, jokingly referred to as twins, came out of the bedroom hand in hand, strolling along slowly, not looking at the audience but instead gazing into each other’s eyes. They were dressed identically, in dainty bralettes and panties, powder blue with lace trim.

A collective sigh diffused through the audience. It was hard to imagine a more alluring sight than two young girls on the cusp of pubescence — their long shapely legs, those little bottoms starting to become rounder. The flimsy bras they wore wouldn’t support much, but that was fine because they didn’t have much to support, only the barest of swellings topped by puffy nipples.

The girls came to the center of the spotlighted circle and turned to face one another. They paused, then leaned in slowly and kissed. That was all they did for the next several minutes, simply held each other and kissed. But that was more than enough to wildly arouse the lustful women who were watching them.

Those who had stopped masturbating during the break quickly resumed, and those who had never stopped were now getting close to orgasm. The room was heavy with the aroma of feminine arousal, with groans of desire, with the squishy sounds of fingers plunging into wet pussies.

And finally something changed in the center. Both girls turned toward the audience, Amanda standing in front, Bambi directly behind her, peering over her shoulder. They made eye contact with their mothers and with the other women, smiling coquettishly.

Bambi’s hands were on Amanda’s upper arms. Now one hand moved to cover and hold a tiny breast as the other slid down across the girl’s flat tummy and between her legs, cupping her vulva. Amanda turned her face toward Bambi’s. They kissed again, closing their eyes, moaning in pleasure.

“Oh my god,” Tina gasped.

The little blondes kissed a while longer, and the women masturbated. As a long kiss ended, their lips parting, Bambi placed both hands at the bottom of her friend’s bralette and pulled it up, revealing her sharply pointed nipples. Another heavy sigh from the audience, wet fingers moving faster.

Bambi lifted the feather-light garment over Amanda’s head and dropped it to the floor. Still standing behind the girl, she reached under her arms to fondle her buds, fingers playing with the erect nipples. They kissed again, eyes closed, clearly enamored of one another.

Now a hand slid down once more across the belly, toward the crotch. But this time Bambi slipped her hand inside the lacy blue panties. The women heard a small cry from Amanda as they saw Bambi’s fingers working there, stroking her friend’s pussy.

Tina climaxed. So did Carol, then Stacie. It was contagious. Angela wasn’t far behind them, and then Sheila came again as well.

The night was barely getting started, the entertainment just underway, and already six orgasms had been achieved. There would be many more to come.

After fondling Amanda for a minute or so, Bambi drew her hand out, then gripped the undies on either side and slowly pulled them down. The child’s puffy hairless slit came into view.

Bridget came. So did Eve.

When Amanda was nude, the girls switched position, Bambi coming to the front. They repeated the performance — more kissing and fondling, Amanda playing with her friend’s smooth young body, removing her little bralette, toying with her nipples, putting her hand inside her panties, rubbing her pussy.

Stephanie and Veronica both climaxed at that point, and Angela came for a second time too. Now all the moms had reached orgasm, some more than once.

Amanda pulled Bambi’s panties down and off. Both girls were naked. Standing side by side, holding hands, they smiled at the audience, acknowledging the applause, then turned to face each other again, bringing their mouths together. They embraced tightly, kissing wetly, hearing loud cheers, even some whistles. And that was their final kiss. They finished up, bowed, and then skipped back toward the bedroom, the door closing behind them.

Another short intermission for the audience, a chance to catch their breath, lick their fingers, laugh a little and share their joy. This one did not last long, though. The women were surprised when, after less than half a minute, the door suddenly burst open — and with a piercing shriek Debby came bolting out, followed immediately by Kelly, who was chasing her.

The two raced around the room, behind the chairs, around the sofa, over the sofa, back in front of the chairs, into the circle of light and then just as quickly out again, both screaming loudly the whole time. Debby was pretending to be terrified, although there was never really the slightest doubt that it was all in fun, of course, as the girls couldn’t help laughing more than anything else.

Kelly pursued her prey around the back of the chairs again, then across the room to the grand piano and behind it, finally catching up with her there. That was when they heard the first rip of fabric and the loudest shriek yet. Angela worried for a moment that someone on another floor might become alarmed and call security. She briefly wondered if she should ask the kids to tone it down, but then decided not to bother. Whatever happened would happen, so just let them have their fun.

When Debby came racing out from the behind the piano with Kelly on her heels, her blouse was open, one sleeve partially torn, the other completely gone. Her chest was now exposed, though at only 9 years old she had no boobs to bounce as she ran around the room. Kelly caught her again behind the chairs, this time pulling her elastic-waist skirt down and off as the audience swiveled around to watch the action.

Both girls were barefoot, and now Debby was just in pink flowered panties and part of a blouse. Giggling almost uncontrollably while doing her best to scream, the little girl managed to get up and run away again, her young lover in pursuit.

They ended up in the center of the illuminated area, Debby falling to the floor, Kelly pouncing on her. In seconds, the blouse was off, then the panties, and the child was naked. Kelly got to her feet, standing over her, panting, staring down at the girl. Debby’s eyes shone with excitement.

After pausing a moment, the teen grabbed her own blouse and tore it open, buttons flying off and clattering to the floor. She wore no bra. Her small pink nipples were stiffly erect. She opened her shorts and briskly pushed them down along with her panties. Now Kelly was nude as well.

The women had been so captivated by the dramatic spectacle that they could scarcely take a breath, let alone think about masturbating. But now as Kelly lowered herself onto the naked girl, and as Debby eagerly wrapped her arms and legs around Kelly, locking her ankles above her bottom, and as their mouths came together and they kissed, tongues entwining, the erotic stimulation was too much to ignore. Fingers quickly got busy again, rubbing hard clits and sliding inside wet vaginas.

Clinging to each other, groping and kissing, Debby and Kelly rolled around on the floor in front of the moms. They fell onto their sides, humping madly, then straightened up again with Kelly on top. Both girls were breathing heavily, moaning as they kissed.

And now something else happened. Without ever breaking the kiss, keeping their mouths glued together, Kelly pushed herself up to a sitting position, Debby perched on her lap. She got to her knees with the child’s legs wrapped around her waist and her arms around her neck, and then somehow managed to gracefully stand up. For such a petite girl, Kelly was surprisingly strong and athletic.

Finally ending the kiss, she stepped toward the spectators, approaching the mom at the far end of the row. It was Angela. With her hands gripping Debby’s bottom, Kelly pulled her cheeks apart, exhibiting her puckered anus. Moving as close as she could to Angela, the teen slid her fingers in deeper, finding Debby’s smooth labia and then separating the lips, opening them to expose the little girl’s moist pink vagina.

“Fuck…” Angela sighed, her fingers moving rapidly between her own legs. By leaning forward only a few inches, she was able to put her mouth right on Debby’s pussy. She licked the child, tasting her juices, then slid her tongue up to the girl’s anus, licking there too. Angela felt Debby shudder above her.

Kelly moved to the next mom in the row. It was Tina. Again the teenager offered the little girl’s nakedness, her sex organs, to the woman. And as Tina leaned in to have her own taste of the virginal pussy and asshole, Kelly heard Angela reach climax.

She went down the line, giving all of them a chance to kiss and lick the child. Debby shivered with pleasure each time, obviously becoming extremely excited, breathing faster and faster, her fingernails digging into Kelly’s shoulders as she clung to her. Some of the moms not only caressed Debby with their tongues and lips but also put a hand between Kelly’s legs, stroking her as well. Kelly liked that. There were several other climaxes too, sometimes as the women were tonguing Debby’s pussy, but usually after.

At the end was Bridget, Debby’s mother. She placed both hands on her daughter’s bottom, squeezing her little cheeks. She kissed each of the cheeks and then licked her anus for a moment, before pressing her tongue up inside Debby’s warm vagina as far as it would go, tasting her, sucking her juices.

Kelly felt Debby’s whole body suddenly tense up, and she thought she might be getting ready to come. The little girl shivered all over, whimpering slightly, her arms squeezing Kelly’s neck — but that was all. She hadn’t yet experienced her first orgasm.

“I love you, Debby,” Bridget whispered.

“I love you too, Mommy,” the child replied in a small voice.

Kelly retreated to the center of the circle, patting Debby on the back, encouraging her to turn around and look at the audience. She did, smiling shyly. The women clapped and cheered, some of them standing. Bridget wiped tears of happiness from her eyes. Then Debby and Kelly went back to the bedroom, closing the door behind them.

It was a longer break this time. Nearly everyone got up to stretch. Only Sheila remained seated, continuing to masturbate. Angela once again offered wine or cognac, and again no one accepted. Thirst was still not a priority.

After a couple of minutes, the door slowly opened. The women quickly returned to their seats, waiting, watching, excited to see what would come next.

A long, slender, perfectly shaped leg extended out into the room. The leg was encased in a sheer black stocking. At the end was a black pump with three-inch heels. All the moms cheered, a few adding catcalls. The leg gyrated enticingly, toe pointed, to more loud cheers. Then the leg withdrew, and after what seemed like a long pause — with everyone holding their breath — Paige glided seductively into the room.

The girl was wearing a gauzy black blouse under which a black bra could be seen, along with a black knit miniskirt and long black gloves. She walked surprisingly well in the high heels, apparently having practiced. Her already beautiful face was heavily made up, accenting her gorgeous features. She had the stunning look of a runway model, indeed she easily could have been one. The applause was deafening.

After walking once to the end of the line, passing close in front of the chairs, the 11-year-old went to the center of the circle, where she proceeded to execute a classic striptease. Swaying sinuously in time with the music, she began by removing her gloves, very slowly, first one then the other, leering and biting the gloves, finally throwing them to the women. Sheila caught the first, Eve the second.

Next Paige opened her blouse, a button at a time, pausing between each one, building the anticipation. When it was off, she tossed the blouse aside, then turned away, standing with her long legs spread wide apart, her back to the audience. Reaching behind her, she unhooked the bra, fumbling only briefly with the unfamiliar catch. She shrugged the bra from her shoulders and let it fall to the floor, then placed her hands on her hips. Turning her head, peering back over her shoulder, she licked her lips, then winked at the cheering moms. They went wild.

The tight skirt had an elastic waistband. There was nothing to unfasten, so Paige just tugged it slowly down, shimmying it over her slim hips. Underneath she wore a black g-string. Her flawless bottom was completely visible, and utterly irresistible.

After stepping out of the skirt, she bent deeply forward at the waist, running her hands down her legs, stroking the sheer nylon of her black thigh high stockings. She brought her hands up between her legs, trying to look enticing the way she’d been coached by the older girls, but she wasn’t entirely convincing, still a bit awkward. With that body, though, at that perfect age, no one was complaining.

Paige hadn’t shown her bare breasts to the audience yet, and she remembered that was supposed to be next. Before turning around, however, she crossed her arms over her chest, placing her hands on her little buds, covering them. Then she eased around, smiling coyly, loving the loud calls she heard, begging her to show them what she had.

Perhaps it was due to her artistic nature, but in any case Paige turned out to be a natural at stripping. She licked her lips again, running her tongue all around, leering, driving the women insane with lust. She caressed and massaged her tiny breasts, making the sensitive nipples throb, then finally dropped her hands to her sides, thrusting out her chest, exhibiting herself.

It wasn’t easy to clap and masturbate at the same time, so most of the ovation she received was vocal, although a few of the women did try slapping their thighs or pounding the arms of their chairs to make more noise. Paige ate it all up.

Next she hooked her thumbs into the g-string, stretching the elastic, swaying and teasing, feinting as if she was just about to take it off. While doing this, she turned once in a slow complete rotation, showing off her luscious body. And then at last, to the great relief of the horny moms, she slid the bit of fabric all the way down her legs and stepped out of it. Straightening up, she held her arms out, posing, smiling, reveling in the adulation. Sheila climaxed again as she stared at the girl’s naked body. Eve came too, then Veronica, then Carol.

But Paige wasn’t quite done. For the final move, for her big finish, she placed both hands between her legs, rubbing her fingers along the sides of her smooth labia. Simply seeing her do that made Stacie come, and Stephanie too. Tina climaxed came a moment later, then Bridget just after her.

Paige continued rubbing herself, although at this point only on the outside of her vulva. She stroked and squeezed, loving the sensations, feeling that wonderful frantic buzzing in her center, the bees going crazy inside. She could tell she was making honey too, as she called it, lots of honey. There was a heaviness within her, and she knew that as soon as she opened her pussy lips, they would see it. The sweetness would come dripping out.

And now it was time. She didn’t want to wait any longer. She placed the middle finger of her right hand just at the top of her slit, preparing to slide it down and inside. But then she stopped and looked up. Paige really wanted eye contact when she did this. She saw, however, that fewer than half of the women were looking at her. The others all had their eyes tightly shut, deeply engrossed in their orgasms. That made her smile. Her mom was looking at her, though, and so was Sheila, and so was Angela. That would be enough.

Licking her lips, gazing into their eyes, she pushed the finger down. It slipped easily between her lubricated lips. She was so wet inside! Drawing her finger slowly out, she raised it to the audience, letting them see the gooey liquid dripping off.

Angela came. Sheila came again.

Keeping her eyes locked with her mother’s, Paige brought the finger to her mouth, sucking on it, tasting her juices. Eve came again.

That was the end of Paige’s performance. She didn’t want to have an orgasm yet — well, she did want to, very much, but that wasn’t part of the plan — so she gave a nice smile and a little curtsy and then exited toward the bedroom.

Continue on to Chapter 49

By Naughty Mommy

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

On the advice of the hotel concierge, and after researching as much as she could on her laptop, Stephanie decided they should try snorkeling at Mission Point Beach instead of at the better known and more popular La Jolla Cove. It turned out to be a great choice.

With no surf and very little surge, the shallow, quiet cove at Mission Bay was ideal, especially for novice snorkelers Eve, Gwen, and Paige. The water was warm and clear and they all delighted in seeing dozens of bright orange Garibaldi fish swimming around colorful lacy coral. They found plenty of crabs, anemones, sea cucumbers, and spiny lobsters too, and even a few small octopuses. What a wonderful day it was.

They were careful not to get too much sun all at once, though. In addition to slathering on the sunblock before they began and also wearing t-shirts over their bathing suits just to be on the safe side, they took breaks every half hour or so, relaxing in the shade. This allowed Eve and Stephanie to become better acquainted while Gwen and Kelly would go off by themselves to find a secluded spot for necking. Paige was mostly content to stay by her mother.

At around 3:00, they agreed it was time to head back to the hotel. So they turned in their rented snorkeling gear and started toward the parking area.

“Mom?” said Gwen.

“Yes, honey?”

“Can we maybe have a little treat?”

They were walking in front of a Baskin-Robbins. Eve and Stephanie were arm in arm, with Paige on Eve’s other arm. Kelly and Gwen were holding hands.

Eve stopped and smiled at her daughter. “You want a cone or something?”

“Uh-huh,” Gwen nodded eagerly, ponytail bobbing.

“Of course we can, sweetie. I don’t see why not.”

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While conspiring on their scheme for a private lesbian yacht party on Thursday, Angela and Carol also had agreed that their two groups should spend the day together on Wednesday. Several members would be away on a snorkeling excursion, but that still left Carol, Stacie, Jordan, Veronica, and the twins to join Angela and Bambi and Tina and Amanda at the reserved area on the beach.

They got together at 11:00, and then around noon, Sheila, Bridget, and their daughters showed up too, as planned. As the introductions were being made, some of the families meeting each other for the first time, Angela immediately began dropping broad hints about the close loving relationships between all the mothers and daughters who were present.

This got their blood stirring. Veronica looked at Sheila and as their eyes met, they both saw the truth. Bridget shared a similar look with Carol and with Stacie. For the kids it was pretty much intuitively obvious. Confessions were made, secrets came out, and the ice was quickly broken — no, better to say it was melted by the intense heat of their shared incestuous passion.

After that, it was a highly festive day. Everyone understood each other now, and they all realized that sex between any of them at any time was always a welcome possibility — bearing in mind the need to observe at least some level of public decorum. So they didn’t go completely overboard, but as they ate and drank and laughed and flirted, and as the adults drank some more and then some more after that, casual touches soon were turning into caresses, playful kisses becoming longer and deeper and wetter.

No one quite had sex out there on the lounge chairs in front of the Playa del Mar, but the waiters and other hotel staff often did get an eyeful of exposed female flesh — from women and from very young girls too — and more than a few of them wondered about the propriety and possibly the legality of what they were witnessing. Nothing was said, however. The only result was some extra masturbation and some unusually exuberant lovemaking for several hotel employees and their partners later that night.

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It was just after 4:00 when Stephanie and Kelly arrived at the scene along with Eve and her girls. They found a spirited party going on and were loudly and gaily welcomed, cold drinks put in their hands, kisses exchanged, more introductions happily made.

And now, at last, they were all in one place — the family from San Francisco, the family from Spokane and Seattle, the family from Phoenix, the little family from Sacramento and the two families from San Diego, along with Angela and Bambi from the east coast — twenty mothers and daughters from all around the United States finally coming together, serendipitously.

Kelly certainly could hear the noise, the boisterous chatter and laughter around her, the joking and flirting, the teasing and kissing… and yet it all seemed to be fading away. For her there was only one face, that unbelievably cute little face. She stood and stared, that was all she could do. Kelly was instantly enthralled by Debby — and the feeling was mutual. It was love at first sight, if such a thing was possible between a 9-year-old and a 14-year-old.

For several long moments they simply gazed into each other’s eyes, until Kelly said, “Hi,” and Debby responded, “Hi.”

“I’m Kelly.”

“My name is Debby.”

“How old are you?”

“Nine.”

“Wow. What grade are you in?”

“Um, 4th next year.”

“Wow, 4th grade… you know, I think you’re really cute.”

“Thanks,” Debby smiled, showing the adorable gap between her front teeth.

Kelly almost turned into a puddle. She’d never felt this way in her life. Yes, she did have a huge crush on Gwen, but that really was just a crush, a teenage infatuation. This was true love! She reached out to Debby, taking both hands, squeezing them.

Debby didn’t know what to think. Her heart was beating fast. The way this older girl was looking into her eyes, like she was the most beautiful princess there ever was or something, and the way it made her feel inside — like she was winning every prize in the world or being given all the presents ever wrapped — it was as if no one ever would be or ever could be more important or more special than she was right then.

“Debby…” Kelly uttered. She loved saying the name. The little girl smiled at her again, even more happily than before, pretty blue eyes twinkling. Kelly felt light-headed, as if she might faint.

“Um, do you, I mean, do you want anything? Like, can I get you anything?” The teen managed to say.

“No.”

“Do you… want to go for a walk?”

“Okay.”

Without releasing Debby’s hands, Kelly turned to look for her mom, either of her moms. She saw Stephanie nearby, holding a glass of wine and chatting with a woman Kelly didn’t know even though she’d probably just been introduced to her.

“Mommy?”

“Yes, honey?”

“Um, I’m just, like, me and Debby are gonna go for a little walk, okay? Not very far.”

“Sure, sweetie, that’s fine,” Stephanie smiled. The other woman, a brunette, winked at Kelly, or maybe at Debby, she wasn’t sure.

“Can you, maybe, tell Debby’s mom or something, so she’ll know?”

The brunette laughed. “I’m Debby’s mom. And it’s perfectly okay. You kids go and have fun.”

Kelly blushed. That was kind of embarrassing, not even remembering who Debby’s mother was. Oh well, it didn’t matter. Nothing mattered — she was in love!

Shortly after Kelly and Debby strolled away, hand in hand, Angela approached Gwen, who was standing next to Erin. They were sipping Cokes and chatting. The chesty blonde spoke quietly to them for a few moments, and then the girls began to nod eagerly, grinning at her and giggling.

Angela handed Gwen a plastic card, the key to the penthouse suite. The teenagers quickly rounded up all the remaining girls — Paige, Fiona, Amanda, Bambi, Hailey, Holly, and Jordan — then herded them into the hotel and toward the elevator.

Twenty minutes later, Debby and Kelly returned from their walk, their faces flushed and glowing, lips red. Neither girl was wearing lipstick, but after that much kissing, it certainly looked like they were. Their adoring glances at each other and their blushing smiles made it clear what they’d been doing, although they really had no desire or any need to hide their feelings.

After whispering something to Bridget and to Veronica, Angela took Kelly and Debby into the hotel, soon coming back without them.

“The girls are all making preparations for something special,” she announced, “so we need to give them some time on their own. We’ll go up in an hour or so. I have dinner planned for 7:00, and then the entertainment will start at 8:00.”

Angela refilled wine glasses for her guests and poured more Long Island Iced Tea for those who were drinking it, then settled in next to Carol. Placing a hand on the woman’s knee and sliding it slowly up the inside of her bare leg, stopping just shy of her crotch, Angela purred, “Now, tell me more, sexy lady, about this interesting game you said you taught your granddaughter. What was it you called it? Pony?”

“That’s right,” Carol chuckled. “I showed my little girl a very special way she could enjoy riding. She did it first with me, and then later with her mom. Of course, we both ride her too sometimes.”

“And how old is she again?”

“She’s 7 years old.”

“Mmm, only 7… it’s been a while since I’ve had a girl that young. Too long, in fact.”

“Well, maybe we should do something about that,” Carol winked.

“Yes, I really think we should.”

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Dinner was another buffet, this one featuring a wide range of seafood, deliciously prepared and beautifully presented. As they enjoyed the sumptuous fare, they went through almost a dozen bottles of excellent California wines, even allowing some of the older girls to have a glass. Three long-legged and very attractive young servers in miniskirts attended to all their needs.

A separate table piled high with tempting desserts received a few visitors at the end of the meal, but only from among the kids. They adults were mostly too full, and anyway they were eager to get to the entertainment, as were the girls. So, the servers efficiently cleared away all the dishes and then rolled the buffet tables into the large elevator, smiling as they received a generous tip from Angela. By a few minutes after 8:00, the mothers and daughters were alone and ready for the fun to begin.

Nine chairs had been set up for the women in a rough semicircle, leaving an open space in the center. Angela went to a panel on the wall, adjusting sliders to lower the lights in the room. She pressed another button and a spotlight came on, illuminating the open area.

When she was satisfied with the lighting, Angela turned a dial and music gradually came up. It was a sensuous, carnal, tropical beat — hard to define, but clearly erotic. She smiled and took her seat.

While the chairs were being arranged, the girls had all disappeared into the third bedroom of the suite. The door to that room was just to the right of the highlighted area. Now the door opened. Jordan came out alone, moving slowly to the center of the circle.

The diminutive 7-year-old, youngest of the children and the smallest at only 4’2”, nevertheless somehow projected an image of ripe sexuality. It wasn’t really the way she was dressed — in white knee socks with no shoes and a short yellow sundress — but something about the way she moved, gliding, twisting, her cute little body already attuned as an instrument of seduction. It took the collective breath from her audience.

When Jordan reached her position, she stood for a moment, smiling at the women, making eye contact with each of them. And then she began to sway gently back and forth in time with the music. She drew her hands slowly up her sides, raising the dress just enough to give them a peek of her white panties before letting go. Her hands moved to her flat chest, massaging briefly, then to her head where she pushed up her hair, her eyes now hooded, her face in an alluring pout.

“Oh my god,” Sheila breathed. Few were surprised to see that she was already beginning to masturbate. And she wasn’t the only one. Carol, Stacie, and Angela were playing with themselves too.

Jordan turned a slow pirouette, still swaying, her little bottom pushing out, enticing them. Finishing one complete rotation, she continued to turn until she was facing away from the audience. Then she bent at the waist and started raising the dress again, just a bit at a time, until they could see her panties and her butt. She wiggled, drawing gasps. More of the women put their hands between their legs.

She straightened up, lifting the dress very slowly over her head, then dropping it to the floor. Jordan stood a moment, facing away, running her hands down her sides, to her knees, then back up to her bottom, cupping her cheeks, squeezing them.

“God,” Sheila exclaimed. She had a hand inside her panties, moving rapidly. Her face was beaded with sweat. All the other moms were masturbating now, though none as vigorously as Sheila.

Still facing away, Jordan bent to push one knee sock down, deftly pulling it off and tossing it away. She did the same with the other sock. Only her panties were left.

Peeking coyly over her shoulder at the aroused viewers, Jordan smiled and licked her lips. Then she hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her undies and tugged them down, but only partway, just enough to reveal about half her tiny bottom, that sweet little crack beckoning to the moms. She heard more gasps.

The girl pulled the panties down a bit more, showing her butt, wagging it for them. And then she began to turn around, to face her audience. They saw her chest, completely flat, her nipples just small dark circles, not even puffy yet. Her body was straight, with no hips at all. The white undies barely covered her slit, but there was not a hint of hair on her mound.

This was a child they were ogling, a prepubescent little girl. And every one of the nine women was eager to fuck her.

Jordan licked her lips again and slowly, very slowly, slid the panties down, revealing her hairless pussy.

Sheila climaxed. “Oooff! Fuck yes!!”

They heard the wet slapping sound of Sheila’s fingers in her cunt. They smelled her juices. Although no one else was really close to an orgasm yet, every vagina in the room was dripping with desire.

Jordan finished pulling her panties off, stepping out of them. She smiled at Sheila, who was still shuddering and groaning, but beginning to calm down. The girl now drew her hands up her sides, swaying in rhythm, dancing seductively and caressing herself. Moving up and down the line of masturbating moms, she writhed and turned with the music, displaying her smooth naked body, letting them look at her.

After completing two sweeps in front of the women, she returned to the center of the spotlighted circle and paused, facing them, feet apart, legs open, smiling. They clapped and cheered.

But she wasn’t quite finished. She accepted their applause for several seconds, grinning happily, and then raised her slender arms high above her head. She began leaning back, stretching, arching, until her hands reached the floor, making a perfect backbend. Her slit faced them, and as she stretched, the puffy white lips parted. They could see inside. They could see a gleam of moisture. The little girl was wet with excitement.

“Fuck!” Angela cried as an orgasm crashed over her.

There was more applause, loud cheers, and then Jordan straightened up again. After blowing kisses to the audience, she dashed away, returning to the bedroom. The door closed behind her.

They had a minute or so to recover, to talk about what they had just seen, continue rubbing themselves, or do whatever they wanted. Catching her breath and regaining her composure, Angela offered to refill wine glasses or perhaps pour some cognac, but no one was interested. Sex was all they really cared about.

The door opened again. The women quickly quieted. A pause, a hush in the room, every eye straining to see who would come out next.

Continue on to Chapter 48

By Naughty Mommy

This is a special announcement for all my lovely friends at Twitter. The huge lesbian orgy which will cover nine chapters, and include ten Twitter participants, is finally here!

It starts with Chapter 51 of Serendipity — read it now!

By Naughty Mommy

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

Eve watched as her teenage daughter lowered her pussy to the waiting mouth of a very young girl, and shook her head in disbelief. It was all so incredible. Could it really be happening? Well, of course it was happening, but just imagine what people would think if they knew — if they could see all this!

She thought for a moment about the law office that employed her back in Phoenix: those stuffy attorneys, the prim secretaries, everyone so conservative and traditional, so upright, so completely beyond any hint of vice or licentiousness. There was the PTA too. Oh, and the women’s club where she was vice-president, never a chance they would ever admit a lesbian, let alone a lesbian pedophile, a woman who loved sex with little girls.

My oh my, what would those people think if they could see her now? Eve grinned, licking her lips as she gazed at the scene before her. A pair of 8-year-olds, a 7-year-old, a 14-year-old, a 16-year-old, and a woman, all engaged in various forms of lesbian sex, while over on the other bed, her 11-year-old daughter was being ravished by two grown women, sisters no less.

It was so hot, so unbelievable, by far the best vacation they’d ever had. She wished it would never end. It would end, though, in only a few more days. But don’t think about that now. Think about… think about that little pussy there, Jordan’s pussy. Just look at it, so cute and adorable. Imagine how good she must taste. Mmm, Eve decided to find out.

Stacie smiled, watching her new friends play with Jordan, Gwen riding Pony on her tongue, Eve pushing her legs apart, getting ready to kiss and lick Jordan’s pussy. She was glad her daughter could have all these wonderful experiences at such a young age. Girls should grow up this way, learning very early about the pleasures of love and sex with other women and girls.

Then she heard her mother, Carol, cursing loudly. Stacie glanced at the other bed. It looked like her mom was coming, or very close to it. She was sitting on that pretty girl’s face — what was her name? Paige, that was it — her mom was sitting on Paige’s face, holding her head in her hands, bucking her hips, talking very dirty.

Her mother’s sister, Veronica, Stacie’s aunt, was between the girl’s legs, licking her. Stacie studied Veronica, admiring her trim body. She was lean and tan, very fit, her muscles well-defined. She made an interesting contrast with Stephanie, her partner and lover, who was softer, rounder, not really overweight, but just… more womanly.

She turned her gaze to Stephanie. The curvy blonde was kneeling on the floor, leaning over the bed with her face buried in Kelly’s crotch, kind of wagging her mouth back and forth. Stacie noticed that Stephanie had a hand between her own legs, playing with herself, masturbating while she ate her daughter’s pussy.

And then there was Eve, crouched on the bed near Stacie. She really was a beautiful woman, slim and lithe, with long perfect legs, her golden skin lightly freckled. It was easy to see where Paige got her striking good looks.

Impulsively, Stacie bent down to peer between Eve’s legs. She wanted to see what another woman looked like, up close. In all her life she’d only made love with one woman, her own mother. She’d had sex with Jordan too, of course, and with a few boys back in high school (which was when she got pregnant), and then a couple of times with a man she’d dated briefly while Jordan was a toddler, but that was it. Those boys long ago, that one man, her mom, and Jordan. No one else. So she looked intently at Eve’s crotch.

The hair was trimmed but not shaved, and there was sort of a furry covering around her anus and along the edges of her labia. The lips themselves were hairless. They were pink and swollen, glistening with moisture. Stacie closed her eyes and inhaled deeply through her nose, taking in Eve’s scent. It made her mouth water.

Should she do it? Could she? Eve hadn’t asked her to, but on the other hand, did you really need an invitation at a time like this? Stacie felt herself trembling. She wanted to, she badly wanted to taste another woman, have sex with someone new. She licked her lips, took one more deep breath, then leaned in and put her mouth on Eve’s pussy.

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Pounded by a thick eight-inch cock, Sheila climaxed again and again.

Somewhere in a corner of her mind she realized that this was it, the zenith, a peak experience she might never achieve again in her life. It was impossible to tell how many orgasms she’d had that night at the hands of Angela — at her hands and her fingers and tongue, and now with that huge plastic phallus ramming into her — so many that they all blended together, a continuous high, coming almost constantly until she was nearly ready to pass out.

Women were sucking and biting her nipples too, she’d forgotten who they were, and someone was kissing her mouth, maybe a child, she didn’t know. There were hands all over her body, stroking her, fondling her. Sheila was an object, a receptacle, a toy for them to play with — and she loved it. She couldn’t imagine a better fate than to be a sex toy for a group of women and girls. It was perfect.

Angela was climaxing too, crying out. This was the second orgasm she’d enjoyed as she fucked Sheila with the strap-on dildo. That ingenious contraption included a long ribbed piece that filled her vagina and another little spur that tickled her clit every time she rammed the giant cock into the woman’s cunt. She’d had as much pleasure as her partner.

But now Angela was done. She was spent, sated, fulfilled — and worn out, at long last. She was quite sure that Sheila had had enough too, maybe more than enough, although she doubted her friend would have any regrets. Gradually she slowed her movements, letting Sheila down easy before finally coming to a complete rest and then slowly drawing the thick tool out of her gaping hole. The others pulled back as well, relaxing their grips on Sheila’s arms and legs, taking their hands and mouths from her body.

For the first time in what seemed like an eternity, Sheila had freedom of movement. In a way, though, it didn’t matter, because she didn’t want to move. She wasn’t sure she could move. She lay the way they’d left her, limbs extended, head thrown back, mouth open, sucking in air. She felt feverish, overheated, almost incandescent, glowing with the burn of countless orgasms. Her hair was a mess, sticking to her face, her skin drenched with perspiration and saliva. The sofa cushion beneath her was soaked with her ejaculations, probably ruined. She’d never felt better or been happier.

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No, it wasn’t a fantasy, not this time. It was totally real, the coolest, most awesome real life thing Kelly had ever done. She was actually having sex with her mother, her beautiful mommy, and it was twice as good or maybe even two million times as good as she imagined it would be.

She’d had an orgasm while Mommy licked her, at least one orgasm, maybe more, it was hard to say. She just kind of rode along, gliding up and down, spasms bursting from her center, one after another after another, like a string of firecrackers at Chinese New Year or something.

And now they were kissing again. Oh, she loved kissing so much. She held Mommy tight, loving the feel of those soft lips on hers, the tongue playing in her mouth, the weight and warmth of that womanly body on top of her. It was just so great.

The teen’s eyes were closed. She simply wanted to feel everything, take it all in. But then another long kiss ended and she heard a voice.

“Will you do something for me?” Stephanie asked.

“Huh?” Kelly opened her eyes.

Stephanie gave the girl a tender kiss on the lips, then whispered, “Will you do something for me, honey?”

“Sure, of course, anything.”

“I want you to lick me, okay? I want to feel your tongue on my pussy.”

“Oh my god!”

If Kelly hadn’t just finished climaxing a bunch of times, that might have made her come right there, just hearing those words. She could barely believe it was really going to happen, though. For the longest time this had all been nothing but a dreamy fantasy.

“Would you do that for me?” Stephanie asked, her eyebrows raised. “Would you mind?”

Kelly suddenly realized she was staring like a dummy and needed to say something, give an answer.

“Uh, um, yeah,” she giggled. “Yeah, I want to.”

“Good.”

As Stephanie began to crawl up on top of Kelly, she noticed something that made her smile. Next to them, the twins, Hailey and Holly, had shifted around and now were in a 69, lying on their sides. The woman paused a moment, her bottom resting on Kelly’s chest, to admire her younger daughters.

They were in perfect symmetry, a pair of slim soft bodies joined together, thin arms wrapped identically around slender thighs, unseen faces crowned by curly blonde hair. The girls moaned rhythmically in unison as they gently rocked in tandem, little pussies pressing into hungry mouths.

“So lovely,” Stephanie breathed, mostly to herself. It occurred to her that anyone who viewed such a sight couldn’t possibly argue against the beauty of underage lesbian sex, not to mention incest.

She turned back to Kelly.

“I want you to lick me, honey,” she whispered, slowly running her tongue seductively around her own lips. “I want you to lick my pussy, make me come in your mouth.”

“Mommy…” sighed Kelly as she squeezed her thighs together, stimulating her clit.

She looked into Stephanie’s pretty blue eyes, then down between her legs. Her mother moved closer, closer. Kelly could smell her now, could feel the steamy heat coming from within. She could even see inside her. Stephanie’s pussy lips were swollen and separated, a deep dark moist pink opening in the center inviting Kelly’s tongue and fingers. The girl shivered with excitement.

On the other bed, Carol finished coming in Paige’s mouth, shuddering a few more times as she held the brunette’s head in her hands. She was actually somewhat surprised at how quickly she had reached climax. For such a young girl, Paige seemed to be very good at licking pussy. Apparently it just came naturally to her.

Now Carol had a decision to make. Did she want to come again, or did she want to eat the girl? She knew her sister Veronica was between Paige’s legs, licking her and probably fingering her. Carol could join her down there, but — but no, it just felt so damn good having this child lick her. She took a deep breath, running her hands over her own breasts, tweaking the stiff nipples, and pushed her cunt firmly back into Paige’s mouth.

Veronica had a finger inside the 11-year-old’s tight vagina, but only to the first knuckle. For all their brave talk about fucking the girl senseless, she found she really did want to be gentle with her, at least up to a point. She kissed and licked her smooth labia, finding the sensitive clit, tonguing around the edges, trying to avoid over-stimulation.

Then she saw Paige’s hand sliding down across her belly toward her mound. Veronica pulled her mouth away and watched as the girl began to masturbate, rubbing her fingers in a circle on the skin just above her clit. That made her smile. She knows what she needs.

The woman eased down a bit, moving her finger from Paige’s pussy to her little bunghole. She didn’t try to penetrate there, just tickled at the opening while her tongue lapped at the girl’s tasty vagina. She also put a hand down between her own legs, rubbing herself.

Gwen was getting close now. She was almost there. Riding Pony on Jordan’s tongue not only felt fantastic, but the idea of what she was doing was just so incredibly exciting! She was having sex with a little girl, about to come in her mouth!

Before she came, though, Gwen opened her eyes, gazing around the room. She wanted to take it all in, remember this night forever. Who could tell how many times in her life she would be in a situation like this?

In front of her, Stephanie was sitting on Kelly’s face. Wow, just look at that, so awesome. It was totally hot, seeing a mother and daughter make love. On the other side of them the twins were in a 69 and really going at each other. Gwen didn’t know if they had already climaxed or if they were about to, but both were squirming and squealing, obviously very aroused. Looking behind her, she saw that her own mom was licking Jordan’s pussy while at the same time Jordan’s mother, Stacie, had her face shoved between her mom’s legs. My god, sex was everywhere!

Over there, too, on the other bed, Carol is fucking Paige’s face, holding her head, ramming her pussy into her mouth again and again. Jesus, that is really hot. And Carol’s sister, Veronica, Kelly’s mom, is licking Paige and fingering her while Paige is masturbating and Veronica is rubbing herself too. Everybody wants to come.

Gwen heard a loud cry from Carol. Her whole body was shaking violently as she climaxed on top of Paige. Then she heard a high-pitched squeal from Paige and saw her legs clamp together around Veronica’s head. It looked like her little sister was coming.

It was contagious. Stephanie cried out, “God! Fuck!” as she came in Kelly’s mouth and Gwen heard Jordan squeaking too, beneath her. She looked down and saw the child’s face pinched and red, her eyes squeezed shut. She was obviously having an orgasm as Gwen’s mother, Eve, licked her little clit.

While she’d taken a few moments to look around, Gwen had slowed her movements on Jordan’s tongue. But now she was definitely ready to come, and come hard. She reached down and took the little girl’s face in her hands, holding her in position so she could grind her wet pussy into Jordan’s mouth. It didn’t take long. Gwen was already near a peak of arousal. Only a few quick thrusts and her orgasm burst forth, warm juices from her vagina oozing into Jordan’s mouth and spilling down over her cheeks.

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Tina and Amanda and Bambi and Angela were dressed again, getting ready to leave and drive back to the hotel. Bridget had put her shorts and her blouse back on too, though she wore no panties or bra and the blouse was buttoned only halfway. She’d pulled a big t-shirt over Debby’s head, figuring that was enough for the short trip from Sheila’s house back to their apartment.

The six of them were standing near the sofa, chatting quietly. On the sofa, Erin and Fiona sat on either side of their mother, Sheila, gently petting her. She was still nude, as were her daughters.

“I wouldn’t worry too much about your girls,” Angela said to Bridget. “I know they saw some crazy stuff here tonight, but they’ll be just fine. With two moms who love them as much as you and Sheila obviously do, they’re in great shape.”

“Oh, thanks,” Bridget smiled as she hugged Debby close to her side. “Yeah, I think they’ll be all right. It’s all kind of new for them — well for all of us, really — but I’m sure it’s going to bring us closer together.”

“Of course it will.”

Angela bent down and placed a finger under Debby’s chin, raising her pretty face so she could kiss the girl on the lips. “Goodnight, darling girl. Are you feeling okay?”

“Uh-huh, I’m fine,” Debby nodded happily.

“Good,” Angela said as she straightened up again. “All right, then, we’re off.”

“Wait — ” Sheila blurted. “Help me up.”

She held out her hands. Together, Angela and Bridget helped the woman get slowly to her feet. She was still a little wobbly, feeling dizzy, but very happy.

“Wow, I’m gonna be… sore tomorrow,” Sheila chuckled, before breaking into a broad smile, “but that was the best fucking I ever had!”

“I’m so glad,” Angela grinned. “It was my pleasure, I assure you.”

Sheila wrapped her arms around the tall blonde. The two hugged tightly, then shared a final long wet kiss.

“Goodnight, and thank you,” said Sheila when the kiss ended.

“No, thank you,” Angela replied. “It was a lovely dinner, really wonderful, and the dessert was even better.” That got a laugh.

Sheila and her daughters walked with the others to the front door, opening it and stepping out onto the covered porch — naked and unconcerned about it — smiling and waving as they watched their friends get in their cars and drive away.

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The lesbian orgy at the condo never reached the wild heights of the affair at Sheila’s. Most of the activity was quieter, the lovemaking usually gentle and tender, the orgasms — which were numerous — slower to come but often very long-lasting. And even though Carol had originally recommended they move to the third bedroom because it contained two beds, by the time they neared the end, all five women and all six girls found themselves crowded together on only one bed.

Stephanie was leaning against the headboard, a pillow behind her. She had a twin under each arm, Holly on her left, Hailey on her right, the girls nestling in close, little faces cushioned on their mother’s breasts. Stephanie was gently stroking both girls, feeling the delicious softness of their hairless mounds. They’d been in that comfortable position for a while, observing and caressing as the action wound down.

A few minutes earlier, they had watched as Paige licked Eve while Gwen licked Paige and Kelly licked Gwen and Veronica licked Kelly. It was wonderful seeing the happy smile on Veronica’s face as she ate her teenage daughter’s pussy for the first time. After that daisy chain broke up, Veronica had mounted Kelly, tribbing with her until both enjoyed huge screaming orgasms.

But that was over now, and almost everyone was quiet. The only thing still happening was Carol slowly finger-fucking Stacie and kissing her mouth while Jordan lay half on top of her mom with her eyes closed, languidly sucking a nipple. Stacie had a hand between Jordan’s legs, but she was barely rubbing her, just the softest touch on the child’s bald pussy.

Stephanie bent down to kiss the top of Holly’s head, then Hailey’s. “I love you, girls,” she whispered.

“We love you too, Mommy,” they murmured in unison, rather sleepily.

There was no clock in the room but Stephanie knew it must be getting pretty late. Her daughters were yawning, and it looked like little Jordan was about ready to nod off too.

Eve sat up and stretched. She’d been lying with her head in Gwen’s crotch as Kelly cuddled with Gwen, a hand on the older teen’s perky breast. Paige was on the other side of Eve, spooning with her. She sat up now as well, rubbing her eyes. It appeared as if she might have been dozing.

“Well,” said Eve, “I guess we really should be getting back.”

“I’m so glad you could come,” Stephanie said, chuckling as she recognized the inadvertent double entendre.

“Yes, I am too, I really am,” Eve smiled. “It’s been a wonderful evening.” She patted Gwen’s knee. “Come on, honey, let’s get going.”

“Okay.” Gwen slowly sat up.

Kelly sat up too. “Thanks for coming,” she grinned at Gwen, clearly intending the dual meaning.

Paige and Gwen returned to the second bedroom to find their clothes and get dressed while Eve went down to the family room to locate hers. Kelly followed along with the girls, wanting to chat with them a little more if she could. Stephanie, Veronica, and Carol accompanied Eve downstairs, leaving Stacie and Jordan to cuddle on the bed along with Hailey and Holly.

Five minutes later, the family was ready for their short walk back to the hotel.

“So, um, what time do we need to get started in the morning,” Eve asked, “for our snorkeling adventure?”

“Oh, I don’t know,” Stephanie replied. “Not too early, though. It’s not really very far away. How about if we meet you in the hotel lobby at, say, around 10:00?”

“Sure, that sounds great. We’ll see you then.”

After a round of shared kisses and hugs, Eve and her daughters departed. Veronica, Stephanie, Carol, and Kelly headed slowly back upstairs. In the bedroom they found the others already snoozing.

“You know, never mind the original plans, those sleeping arrangements,” Stephanie whispered. “Let’s just tuck them in.”

“Okay,” Carol agreed.

She briefly woke Stacie, helping her move a sleeping Jordan across to the other bed. The three of them got in together, snuggling up. Kelly climbed into the first bed with the twins. Veronica and Stephanie kissed their daughters goodnight, then turned out the light and walked down the hall to the master bedroom, hand in hand.

Still nude, the partners got in bed and turned off the light. They didn’t go to sleep right away, though. Instead they kissed softly and talked quietly for a long while, sharing their feelings about all that had happened.

After a half hour or so, they began to make love, doing it in one of their favorite ways: lying face to face, fondling breasts, fingering pussies, kissing and murmuring, slowly bringing each other towards a peak, trying to stay on the very edge for as long as possible, waiting, hanging on — until finally they climaxed simultaneously, then fell into a deep restful sleep.

Continue on to Chapter 47

By Naughty Mommy

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Inspired by the example set by Stephanie and Kelly, Stacie decided to lick her daughter’s pussy without the usual trappings of the Pony game. Instead of having the girl on top, as they’d always done before with oral sex, Stacie kept Jordan lying down this time, on her back. She wrapped her arms around the child’s slim thighs and began to kiss and lick her.

Jordan was surprised. She knew sometimes people did it like this, she’d seen them, but she never thought about it being that way with her. Just Pony or Pony-Pony, that was what they always did, the only games she’d ever played. It took a few minutes for her to stop thinking about the difference and just feel what her mommy was doing to her.

On the second bed in the same room, Eve and her daughters lay together naked, softly caressing and quietly talking.

“I just want to make sure you guys are okay,” Eve said. “I hope this isn’t too much for you. We can leave if you think you want to.”

“Are you kidding? No way,” said Gwen. “I’m really glad we’re here. It’s great. I wanna do something with Kelly if I can.”

She raised her head and looked over at the other bed to see her friend with her face between a little girl’s legs, one of the twins. Gwen didn’t know whether it was Holly or Hailey. She couldn’t tell them apart. “It looks like she’s busy now, but maybe later. I sure don’t want to go, though.”

“Yeah, me neither,” agreed Paige. “I think there’s a lot of other cool stuff we could do first.”

As she said that, she glanced down at the end of the bed, where Carol and Veronica were on their knees face to face, furiously masturbating each other, fingers plunging deep inside juicy pussies, each sister with an arm around the other’s waist. They were alternating dirty talk with wet kisses.

Eve chuckled. “Those two are pretty wild, aren’t they?”

“Yeah,” nodded Gwen. Then she grinned at Paige. “I wonder if you and me’ll be like that when we’re old like them.”

Paige giggled, but Eve said, “Hush, they’re not old. Unless you think I’m old too.”

Gwen started to apologize, but then they heard the cries from the other bed.

The second orgasm for the young blonde twins came fairly quickly. They were still in a state of high arousal after their first, and so when Kelly put her mouth on Hailey’s pussy, and when Stephanie started kissing and nibbling at Holly’s erect clit, it didn’t take long before their squeals of ecstasy again were filling the room at the condo.

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Things were finally winding down at Sheila’s house. The group there had embarked on their orgy a bit earlier and it had been extremely intense much of the time, so now the women and girls were feeling spent. Most of them, anyway.

Sheila sat up and looked around the room, smiling as she wiped her chin and licked her lips. She’d just finished eating Bridget’s pussy, bringing her sister to an explosively wet orgasm. It was really great, she felt fantastic. Her clit was throbbing, her vagina pulsing with erotic energy. She’d already come maybe half a dozen times herself and had given those around her at least that many climaxes, if not more. But Sheila still wasn’t ready to stop, not yet.

Nearly everyone else appeared to be finished, though. Bridget was on her back on the floor, panting, her eyes closed. She was holding Debby, who was petting her and kissing her cheek. Tina and Amanda were nestled together in the corner of the sofa, cuddling and breathing softly. They seemed to be almost asleep. Erin and Bambi were lying nearby, on their sides. They’d finished a 69 a few minutes earlier and both looked wiped out now.

Then Sheila saw Angela getting up off of Fiona. She’d been tribbing with the girl. Sheila didn’t know whether or not Angela had come, but Fiona must have. She was still shuddering slightly and her face and body were flushed with a post-orgasmic glow. Her eyes were closed, her hands over her little breast buds, her cute legs spread apart. Sheila loved her younger daughter and was tempted to lick her pussy again, but then Angela made eye contact with her.

In all the frenzied activity that evening, the two women had not had sex with each other yet. They’d been able to reach out a few times during all the rolling around to stroke a thigh or fondle a breast, but had not really engaged directly. It was time.

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As Holly and Hailey completed the second orgasms of their young lives, Stephanie and Kelly lifted their mouths from the girls’ pussies and smiled at one another. They remained that way for a few seconds, grinning and giggling, enjoying the shared knowledge of what they had just done.

Giving Kelly a wink, Stephanie moved up far enough to hug and kiss the little blondes, telling them both how much she loved them. When she drew away, the twins turned to face each other, entwining their arms and legs, hugging tightly.

Stephanie took Kelly’s hand in hers, squeezing it. They sat a moment longer, looking down at the girls, and then Stephanie raised Kelly’s hand to her lips, tenderly kissing her fingers,

“Do you have any idea how much I love you?” Stephanie whispered as she turned toward the nude teenager.

She gazed into her adopted daughter’s eyes, feeling a deep surge of affection for her. “You are so precious to me, Kelly. So beautiful and smart and funny, and so kind. The way you love animals and care for them, the way you’re so good with your little sisters, the way you always try to be the best person you can be. I love you so much.”

She kissed the girl’s hand again, then lowered it to her breast, pressing it over her stiff nipple. “I love you and I want you.”

“Oh, Mommy…”

Their mouths came together, and they kissed for the first time not as mother and daughter, but as lesbian lovers.

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Angela got to her feet, facing Sheila. She didn’t come any closer yet, just stood looking from across the room. One hand went to a breast, squeezing and pinching the erect nipple as the other slid down between her legs. She shoved two fingers deep inside her pussy, jiggling them around, then drew them out and raised them to her mouth, tasting herself. While doing all this, she never took her eyes away from Sheila’s.

“You’re a slut,” Angela said to her, “a fucking slut.”

That got the attention of the others. Everyone opened their eyes. Most of those who were lying down sat up.

Still looking at Sheila, Angela nodded, “You love dirty sex, don’t you, slut? You love to fuck little girls — I’ve seen you do it.”

She pointed around the room. “You fucked your daughters tonight, both of them, you fucked my daughter, Bambi, and Tina’s daughter, Amanda. I saw you kissing and fingering Debby. You fucked your own sister, Bridget, and you fucked Tina. You’ve fucked everyone here so far, everyone but me.”

“That’s right, bitch.” Sheila stood up, placing her hands on her hips, showing mock defiance. “What are you gonna do about it?”

It was clear to all that this was a game of sorts because neither of the women appeared the least bit angry. In fact, both were smiling.

Angela took a step toward Sheila. “I’m gonna lick your cunt, slut, and fuck you with my fingers and make you come in my mouth and keep coming until you scream for me to stop.”

With a laugh, Sheila tossed her head back. She arched her pelvis in Angela’s direction while reaching her hands down between her legs to pull her labia wide open. “You want my fucking cunt, bitch? You want this fucking cunt in your dirty whore mouth?”

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Veronica and Carol both came loudly, kneeling face to face, fucking each other’s pussies. As they finished, they brought their wet fingers up to their mouths, licking and sucking and tasting and kissing, all at once.

“You’re so goddamn hot,” panted Carol.

“So are you,” her sister replied, “very fucking hot.” Then her gaze turned slowly toward Paige. “And so is she.”

The stunning young brunette was sitting up now, watching them and grinning, a coquettish twinkle in her beautiful blue eyes.

Veronica cocked an eyebrow at Eve. “Would you mind if we… wanted to have some fun with your daughter?”

“Not at all,” the woman smiled, “as long as she wants it, too.” Eve touched Paige’s arm. “Would you like to play with them for a while, honey?”

The 11-year-old nodded, swallowing and licking her lips. She was very excited about it, and also a little nervous. These two seemed a bit more… energetic than anyone she’d been with so far.

Carol reached out and took the child by the hand, drawing her toward them. “You are just so gorgeous, such a sexy young girl. I can’t take my eyes off you.”

“Um, th-thanks.” Paige didn’t want to stutter, but her stomach was doing flips, her pulse racing. What would they do with her?

Eve sat up, placing her hands on her younger daughter’s shoulders from behind, giving a gentle squeeze. Softly kissing her cheek, she whispered, “It’s all right, baby, just relax and have a good time. They won’t hurt you, I promise. If they did, I’d kill them.”

That made Paige giggle.

“No, we won’t hurt the little girl, of course we won’t,” Carol smiled. “But we are going to fuck the living daylights out of her.”

“Damn right,” confirmed Veronica, putting a hand between her own legs, rubbing her pussy. “Do you want that, Paige? Do you want my sister and I to fuck you hard, make you come?”

The girl licked her lips again, nodding. “Uh-huh, y-yeah, yeah, I do.”

Eve gave Paige one more kiss and another squeeze, then left her to the older women for their mutual pleasure. Taking Gwen by the hand, she led her to the other bed.

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Stepping close to Sheila, Angela grabbed her face with both hands and kissed her savagely, shoving her tongue deep into the woman’s mouth, sucking, growling, biting, nearly drawing blood.

Sheila swooned, feeling faint. She’d had more than a few male lovers in a sexually adventurous life, but not once had she been kissed like that, so ferociously. It was overwhelming — and also intensely arousing. As she regained her equilibrium, she grabbed the blonde’s ass, squeezing hard, pulling their crotches together.

Then suddenly, without warning, Angela broke the kiss and pushed hard on Sheila’s chest, knocking her off balance. They were standing in front of the sofa, so as the woman fell she landed on the center cushion. Tina was on one side of her, with Amanda on her lap. Bridget was on the other side, holding Debby.

Angela quickly bent down and grabbed Sheila’s ankles, forcibly spreading her legs wide apart. “Hold her,” she commanded Tina and Bridget. They did as directed, each taking a firm grip on a shapely leg.

Sheila was spread-eagled, her swollen, wet, inflamed sex fully exposed to everyone. Angela stood for a moment, breathing hard, looking down at her prey, then gazed slowly around the room, making eye contact with each person. She finished with Bambi, on the floor near her feet, and gave a little nod. Understanding immediately, the child went to find her mother’s bag and bring her what she wanted.

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Stephanie lay on top of Kelly, holding her, caressing her, kissing her. They kissed for a long time, in no hurry to do anything else, though both knew that much more was coming.

During the past five years, since the time she and Kelly’s mother, Veronica, became lovers, Stephanie had enjoyed watching the girl grow up. When they’d first met, Kelly was only 9, still just a skinny little sandy-haired thing with freckles, a big smile, and those irresistible green eyes. She had a funny, quirky personality, bright and curious, sweet and loving, eager and playful. Stephanie adored her from the start and the two moved easily into a loving mother-daughter relationship.

As Kelly entered puberty and her two moms patiently explained to her about periods and tampons and sore developing breasts and all that, Stephanie found herself beginning to have other feelings for the nubile girl, powerful but forbidden sexual desires. That was the one thing she’d kept from Veronica, the only secret she hadn’t shared with her lover. Now, of course, there was no longer any reason to keep anything hidden, it could all come out. They could and would do anything they wanted with each other.

Stephanie’s tongue and lips played at Kelly’s earlobes, her neck, her throat, her chest, soon finding those small sensitive nipples. The lightest feather touch of tongue or fingers on her breasts made Kelly shudder with arousal, her clit throbbing with need.

As her wonderful beloved mommy slowly moved down, soft full lips trailing across her belly, then reaching her mound, Kelly experienced something like a pre-climax, a delirious thrill coursing through her body, a shiver of excitement that left her tingling all over, sweat beading her forehead, nipples aching, pussy lips swelling and dripping. She could barely catch her breath, couldn’t stop herself from shaking, almost couldn’t stand the wait until she felt that tongue, that mouth on her most private parts.

No one had ever done that with Kelly. Until a little earlier that evening, when Jordan played Pony-Pony with her, the only orgasms she’d ever had were from masturbating. She often fantasized about oral sex, and in some of her wildest reveries had even imagined having Mom or Mommy lick her there — and now, omigod, it was coming true!

She briefly wondered if she was clean enough, worried that she might smell bad or something… but as she felt the gentle touch of fingers on the insides of her thighs, and then as she felt that unbelievably perfect caress of tongue and lips and mouth on her, so warm and moist and loving, so enveloping, taking her in, making her belong to another… all her worries melted away as Kelly melted inside.

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Angela began with an oral assault on Sheila. Kneeling in front of her, she licked and sucked the woman’s vivid pink pussy, tasting her pungent juices, nibbling at her labia, tonguing her vagina and teasing her clit as Tina and Bridget held her legs. She already knew how easily and how often Sheila could come — that was apparent to everyone, since her climaxes were so loud — and it would take all of Angela’s skill to keep her on the edge for as long as possible, not quite going over the top but almost there.

Two fingers slid easily inside Sheila’s sopping wet cunt. Two, however, were not quite enough. Three would be better, Angela thought, a tighter fit, ideal for hard fucking. She turned her hand, twisting the fingers, stretching Sheila’s vagina, hearing the woman moan in response. Reaching in deeper, probing, she located a small firm bulge on the front wall, the G-spot. Now that she knew where it was, Angela gave it just a slight tickle. Too much would make Sheila come sooner than she wanted.

An audience had gathered around. Not only were Bridget and Tina and their daughters looking on closely, but Erin and Fiona were right there as well, and Bambi too. So intent was everyone on observing the hot dirty sex that no one noticed what Bambi held behind her.

“Pull them back, even more,” Angela directed her helpers. They did, until Sheila’s legs were wide apart, almost perpendicular to her body.

“Oww, that hurts,” she whimpered.

“Shut up, slut,” Angela hissed, then ordered, “Erin, Fiona, get behind the sofa, now. Grab your mother’s arms, hold them back, hold them tight.”

Wide-eyed, the girls hurried to do as they were told.

Debby huddled against Bridget. “It’s okay,” her mother whispered, reassuring the girl, “they’re only playing, it’s just a game.”

“A game?”

“Uh-huh, it’s all right, no one’s really going to get hurt.”

“Okay.”

Angela heard the exchange and winked at Debby, giving her a warm soft smile. Somehow, incomprehensibly, the woman had transformed in an instant from a scary threatening monster to a comforting maternal figure. It made Debby feel much better, but also mystified.

Then just as quickly, Angela was back in character. With three fingers still deep inside Sheila’s vagina, she sneered, “You fucking slut. You’re a cunt. That’s all you are, a fucking cunt.”

She reached up with her other hand and grabbed a breast, squeezing it hard. It hurt, but Sheila loved it. Angela pinched and pulled the nipple, then slapped the breast, making it sting, bringing tears to her eyes. She slapped it again, slapping the nipple. It hurt, Jesus fuck, it hurt so good!

“Say it! Say ‘I’m a slut, a fucking slut!’”

Sheila couldn’t help but grin as she repeated the words. “It’s true. I’m a slut, a fucking slut.”

“Say you want me to make you come.” Another hard slap on the breast.

“I do. I want you to make me come!”

“Right here, in front of these little girls, you want me to fuck your cunt with my fingers and eat your pussy and make you come in my mouth?”

“Yes! Yes, I do! God please fuck me and make me come!”

Angela’s fingers were moving fast inside Sheila now, pumping in and out. She gave the breast a final stinging slap, then pinched and twisted the erect nipple one more time before bringing her hand back down between the woman’s legs. As she fastened her mouth over Sheila’s clit and began to suck, she pushed a finger up inside her anus, filling both holes.

“Nnngghhh god —” Sheila choked, her eyes watery, her body convulsing. She tried to pull her arms down but the girls held them fast. She felt invaded, dominated, used — and oh fuck it was so goddamn hot. She exploded into orgasm.

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The twins were still wrapped together, clinging tightly, but also kissing now, tongues in each other’s mouths. Eve and Gwen stopped to admire them briefly. It was such a beautiful sight, a pair of 8-year-old girls in a sensual embrace.

They also saw Stephanie eating Kelly, the teen lying with her head thrown back, her eyes closed, her hands on her small breasts.

Gwen whispered to her mom, “I guess she’s still busy.”

“Yeah,” Eve chuckled. “But you’ll get your chance soon, I think. Meanwhile…”

They went to the foot of the bed, where Jordan was pushing herself up, grinning. Her face was flushed. She’d enjoyed two wonderful orgasms that way, her mother licking her little clit.

“Mommy, that was nice!” she said.

“I’m glad you liked it,” Stacie replied, giving her a kiss on the lips.

“Can we play with you?” Eve asked sweetly.

“Of course,” nodded Stacie.

“Hi, Gwen!” Jordan chirped, with a happy smile.

“Hi, honey.”

“Wanna play Pony with me?”

“Um, okay, sure, I guess.”

The 7-year-old flopped back down on the bed, scooting toward the middle a little bit so Gwen would have plenty of room to kneel over her face.

“You ride Pony on me now,” she said, opening her mouth and sticking her little pink tongue way out.

Gwen glanced at her mother, who gave her a wink, and then at Stacie, who nodded, “Go on, it’s okay.”

After taking a deep breath, the tall teenager swung a leg over the 7-year-old. Earlier she had watched Jordan do this on top of Kelly, so she knew what was expected. Using her fingers, she pulled back her labia, exposing her clit, then slowly lowered her pussy to the child’s mouth.

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It was time for the G-spot. As Sheila finished one tremendous climax, Angela continued sucking her clit, but instead of finger-fucking her, she found that spot again and stimulated it with her fingertips. The reaction was almost instantaneous — a second climax, this one even louder and wetter than the first.

And still Angela didn’t stop. She kept sucking the woman’s clit while fingering her cunt and her asshole, and Sheila didn’t stop either. She experienced wave after wave of ecstatic pleasure, one orgasm indistinguishable from the next.

Briefly, Angela now lifted her face from Sheila’s crotch, long enough to say to Tina and Bridget, “Suck her nipples, suck them hard,” and to Erin and Fiona, “Pull her arms up even more, way up!”

They did as instructed and Sheila found herself completely exposed, her legs wide open, arms high over her head, nipples being sucked, ass and pussy invaded, totally at the mercy of this hot blonde dominatrix — who showed no inclination toward mercy.

Finally, after several more minutes, when Sheila was hoarse from screaming, her eyes streaming with tears of pleasure, Angela drew back. Sliding her fingers out of the woman’s orifices, she got to her feet.

“Don’t let go,” she said. “Keep holding her, but we’ll let her rest a bit.”

She turned to Bambi, who smiled up at her. Angela bent and kissed the child, kissing her daughter with her tongue. Bambi happily reciprocated. Then Angela took from the 10-year-old what she’d been holding behind her back: a big black cock, a strap-on dildo, double-ended so one part could penetrate Angela’s cunt while she fucked Sheila’s pussy with the other.

Bambi helped her mother strap it on, then handed her a tube of K-Y Jelly.

Sheila’s nose was running. Her eyes were wet. She could barely see anything and was having a hard time catching her breath. But she was able to tell what was happening.

“Fuck yeah,” she mumbled hoarsely, “fuck yeah.”

Continue on to Chapter 46