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More of My Madness

  • Posted on February 16, 2016 at 3:53 pm

By Cheryl Taggert

I have decided to do a bit more on the original blog entry titled, “The Method to My Madness,” in which I discuss how I go about writing a story. This will not concern that so much as how I learned to improve my writing over time. I will also discuss how our site works and the efforts of my colleagues that go on behind the scenes, part of which concerns the improvement I have worked to achieve.

Regarding my writing, I can definitely say it is much better than it once was. I suspected over the years that my writing was getting better, but when I took up the idea of completing previously unfinished stories, I found myself looking back at things I wrote years ago and shaking my head in dismay. There were many problems with my writing from years ago. Mostly small problems, perhaps, but ones I realized were the growing pains of a novice writer of erotic fiction.

Here’s the truth. I wrote the first four chapters of my current story, titled “The Secret Society of the Pussycats Club,” when I was an old maid of nineteen. Yep. I was technically still a teenager. It first appeared at nifty.com in early 2002 under the title “School Play.” I was born in September 1982. You do the math. This was my first effort at writing erotica. Given my age at the time I wrote those chapters, I was surprised that it was as good as it was, but the errors and such, along w with how I was structuring the plot, were causing those head-shakes. Some of what I read, and I won’t go into it enough to point them out, frankly embarrassed me enough that I spent some time editing what I’d written back then before continuing the story.

I still had readers emailing me and asking, “When will you get back to this story?” It was obviously left unfinished, and readers were, rightfully so, wanting it to continue so that there was some sense of completion. I understood their problem; I saw it all the time in series I got interested in only to have those stories end quite suddenly in medias res (in the middle of things) with far too many loose ends.

But I was not good enough to continue it back then. I kept asking myself, where could it go from here, other than the small orgy that was finally played out along with a few other characters that appear in chapter 9?

And it is here that I want to sharpen the focus of my discussion of writing in this genre.

Face it, dear readers, there are just so many things you can do with erotica. Basically, in our type of sub-genre of sex between adult women and very young girls, or between very young girls without adult women present, we are limited to what the characters can do with each other when it comes down to the actual sex. I am a woman and have found that there are several things that I enjoy, but these boil down to hands and fingers, legs or thighs, mouths and their various parts (teeth, tongue, lips), or another pussy having some kind of contact with various erogenous zones on my body. There is also boob to boob contact, but while that is certainly nice, it isn’t something that can give me orgasms. There are also toys, of course, but there again, limitations exist.

In other words, the ideas we present in our stories are all about coming. You — and we — want the characters to reach a climax, and those climaxes are the building blocks of the stories’ climaxes. For girls, orgasms are nearly always reached by physical contact with one’s pussy, or in some cases, other places that feel exceedingly good to be touched, etc., though the orgasms themselves are still tied to the pussy.

For example, I knew one girl who claimed she could have orgasms simply by having her nipples sucked. The experiment I embarked on was a lot of fun, but what I noticed was that this girl was also subconsciously rubbing and squeezing her thighs together, thus stimulating her clit, while her breasts were attended to by yours truly. (No, this wasn’t my wife Lisa.) Yes, as every woman on here will attest, having one’s nipples kissed, licked, sucked, and nibbled, does feel good. It feels GREAT in fact, but it’s the Mound of Venus where the true magic lives.

So at that ripe old age of nineteen, I stopped writing what has now turned into my longest story yet because I had nowhere else to go with it than having the mother, her daughters, and Susan end up at the teachers’ condo for a little fun. At the time, that would have entailed chapter five and no more. My reaction? It wasn’t worth taking the time to write it. It held no…pizzazz. It was boring. I felt all of the females in that story to that point had done what they had to do, said what they had to say, and had their share of orgasms, which even though the story at that point was not that well-written, made for a hot story. I didn’t resume writing it back then because I didn’t want to disappoint my readers.

Then I began writing “I Was the Daughter of a Porn Star,” which was the first story I started exclusively for the Leslita site in July 2012. By this time, which was over ten years after I started writing erotica, I had read numerous stories that were more than a few chapters long, and I began to notice something about them: All of the really good ones had taken time to introduce new characters to the story. As readers we would get to know a few characters, and more would be added along the way once we had those characters burned into our memory. By bringing in new characters, the story could easily be prolonged as those characters and their lives were examined.

I used this method to improve my madness when writing “Daughter.” I finally got to a point where I was unsure of where I wanted to go next and stopped writing it until I decided. I have since figured out exactly where I want it to go, and I will take it up again once I finish “Pussycats Club” and “Little,” my next project for completion.

Now, I am writing the end of “Pussycats Club” and I have managed to introduce quite a few characters of varying ages. I have even borrowed from another tale of mine, “Nanny for a Night,” for three more characters, as well as referring to the closing chapters of “Aunt Lisa’s Summer with Jenny” for the viewing of illegal porn by five of my other characters in “Pussycats Club.” I have taken the time necessary with all of the characters for my readers not to have too much trouble keeping up with them beyond an occasional glance at the character list, another idea I borrowed from my favorite writer, Naughty Mommy.

That said, the reason I have introduced so many characters in “Pussycats Club” and “Daughter of a Porn Star” is that it allows my writing to be fresh. There will be no more additions to the characters in “Pussycats,” which makes me a bit sad and contributes to the writers’ block I sometimes feel regarding finishing it.

Finally, I decided to write this blog entry when I read a comment on this site about how Naughty Mommy and I seemed to be in competition when it came to how many we could get into an all-girl orgy. I was rather offended by the comment. I can tell you that any similarity between what NM did in “Serendipity” and my own story is on purpose, but it is certainly not competition. You see, of all the writers in this genre, I admire Naughty Mommy more than any of them. I am younger than she is, and I suppose I look up to her as the big sister I never had. (In fact, in emails we sometimes refer to ourselves as each other’s big sister and little sister.) I long to be able to write as well as she does, and as they say, imitation is the sincerest form of flattery. I decided to challenge myself to see if I could do close to as good a job with the multiple participant orgy as she did.

Therefore, if you are having problems keeping up with my characters, perhaps getting to know them better might help. After all, they aren’t just pussies needing to come. They are beloved characters, at least to me. As far as creating characters easily told apart from one another, I’m working on that, but I certainly can tell them apart.

For instance, in “Pussycats Club,” Heather is more serious-minded than Susan and adores her little sister, who worships her back. Tina is a follower who will try anything once, even if it’s risky, and she has a crush on Susan, who is a peacemaker who only wants everyone to be happy. Carolyn loves being a story-teller (not as in lying but as in telling things that happened to her) and only wants sex, regardless of who the partner might be. Becca is a novice to sex itself beyond masturbation, but her curiosity is boundless and tends to get her into situations where she’s lucky not to get caught. Donna was the “good mother” until confronted with her lusts by her sister, Daphne, who became what Donna always wanted to be but was too afraid to try until now. Daphne is, well, a slut. She would fuck the salesgirl behind the counter of her favorite department store, or the ten year old girl walking down the street, if she could figure out how not to be caught and arrested for public indecency or worse. Hell, she’d fuck the counter if she could. Gina (the mom borrowed from “Nanny”) is adventurous and has a slight mean streak but adores her children. She LOVED scaring the hell out of her niece Becca, all the while knowing it would turn out good for everyone. Lynn (Gina’s daughter) is the eleven year old going on thirty. Her sister, Lori, is just a little girl who has discovered, thanks to big sister, that certain touches (and more) feel wonderful and she just wants to be free to enjoy that. She also LOVES being naked, to the point that all her Barbies are nudists as well. She sees absolutely NOTHING wrong with what she and her family do. Monica is a risk-taker who loves to shock people.

You see, I know my characters, and perhaps I have to work harder to make sure you know them. However, nothing here at Juicy Secrets is a competition. If we emulate each other, it’s because we admire each others’ work so much.

And we each have our jobs for the site. Naughty Mommy is the site’s scheduler and tech person, overseeing how everything works and looks. JetBoy is our editor, giving both NM and me (as well as other authors not too proud to take advice), wonderful suggestions that force us to look at our writing and decide WHY we did something the way we did, or change it to something resembling the change he suggests. Most of the time, we take his advice, but sometimes we explain the WHY for doing what we did. Being forced to explain our choices forces us to be better writers as well. Unfortunately, this editing process sometimes entails long hours for JetBoy, which is one reason I slowed down some on my chapters this past week. JetBoy’s writing process is very different from Naughty Mommy’s and mine, and it takes him much longer to get a piece exactly as he wants it before posting. Me? I just write stories and comment where and when appropriate. I am also a frequent writer of emails to contributors.

Basically, what I want to tell you is this: Writing is a process of love and sometimes that love is shown in emulating another writer. Our own particular genre and sub-genre make for some fascinating reading, and writing it can be loads of fun in and of itself. Each of us is growing as a writer of erotica. Thank you for coming along for the ride!

 

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The Joy of Looking, Chapter 105

  • Posted on February 15, 2016 at 2:51 pm

By Naughty Mommy

It was pitch dark. I could hardly see a thing. There was one large window in the master bedroom of the hotel suite, but it was covered with heavy curtains, tightly drawn. A clock radio on the side of the bed by Kate glowed dimly, and there were faint red and blue status lights on the plasma TV and on the DVD player. That was all, though.

I turned my head to the side, trying to see Aunt Barbara. I could barely make her out, only the outline of her profile. But I could sense movement. There was no question about it — she was definitely masturbating. Her head bobbed in time with the other motion I felt, the bed rocking slightly, the mattress bouncing a bit. My aunt was breathing fast as well, breathing audibly, sometimes gasping and quietly moaning. She was already off to a fast start, and I was still just lying there!

It made me smile to think how quickly Aunt Barbara had begun. She must have been just itching for it the whole time we were talking. I put one hand on my breast, playing with the nipple, while the other went between my legs, massaging my clit, then sliding down to dip into my vagina. I was very wet, and I could usually come pretty quickly when I wanted to. Still, something was missing. It didn’t bother me that much not to be able to see each other, but at least I want to hear their voices.

So I asked, “Have you guys started yet?”

“I have,” Kate replied immediately.

After a short pause, Aunt Barbara said, “Yeah, I have. I’ve started.”

“Okay,” I said. I rubbed myself faster, both hands between my legs now, one working on my clit, the other teasing my vagina.

After another minute or so, when I felt an orgasm slowly beginning to build, I spoke up again. “Sometimes,” I said, “when me and Kate are doing it together, we like to try to, you know, get there at the same time. Do you wanna do that?”

“All right, we can do that,” Aunt Barbara answered. Her voice was shaky, throaty.

“How close are you?” I asked.

“Pretty… fucking… close.”

“Okay.” I rubbed my clit faster, trying to catch up. “Kate, how about you? Close yet?”

“Uh-huh, uh-huh,” she said in practically a squeak. I knew what that meant: she was right on the edge. “Any time,” she added.

“Yeah, me too,” panted Aunt Barbara, “any time… like… like… like right fucking NOW!”

I heard a groan from the center of the bed and then a squeal from the far side. The mattress was shaking with the energy of their climaxes — and that was all I needed. I’d been afraid I might not get there in time, but when I heard them both coming and felt the physical impacts of their orgasms, that put me over the top.

The first thing I noticed as I returned to the land of the living after enjoying la petite mort was the heady aroma, that smell I love so much. I took a deep breath, closing my eyes and inhaling through my nose… mmm, so very nice, the spicy perfume of feminine sex, the scent of pussy… it was strong in the room.

No one was saying anything. I could hear heavy breathing and felt the covers rise and fall, but the clearest sign of what we’d just done together was that delicious scent filling the air. I took another deep breath, then lifted a hand to my mouth so I could taste it as well, licking my fingers. And I did more than just lick them. I rubbed the sticky fingers on my face, bringing the other hand up too, spreading my yummy juices all around on my lips, my cheeks, my chin, my nose, my forehead, everywhere. I wanted to be bathed in sex.

When I thought about that, I realized how badly I wanted to come again. Well, I really wanted something else — I wanted to fuck my aunt and my sister, and have them fuck me — but I didn’t think our aunt was ready for that yet. She might be at some point, perhaps, but probably not yet. So instead I just murmured, “That was nice.”

I heard happy sighs of agreement from the others. And then I asked, “Um, can you do it more than once, Aunt Barbara? Because I can, and Kate can too. We almost always do.”

There was a pause, and then an amused laugh. “More than once? Oh yeah, hell yeah.”

“Good,” I said, “because I really want to do it again. Kate, do you want to?”

“I already am.”

“You are?” I giggled.

“She’s not the only one,” said Aunt Barbara. “I am too!”

We all laughed together, giddy with the intoxication of sexual arousal — and yes, one of us was intoxicated with something else too — then settled down to masturbate again. Except now I had another idea.

“Um, is it all right this time if I talk a little bit while we’re doing it?”

“If you talk?” Aunt Barbara asked.

“Yeah, oh my god,” said Katie, “she’s so good at that. When Julie talks to me while we’re doing it, she gets me so hot, I mean like drives me insane.”

I heard my aunt’s voice in the dark. “Oh, really? What do you talk about?”

“Um, you know, about whatever it is that turns us on the most, I guess. Like, um, when you do it by yourself, what do you think about?”

“What do I think about?” she asked.

“Yeah. Like, I mean, is it maybe people kissing or having sex? Do you think about, I don’t know, a really good-looking man you like? Maybe a movie star, like, oh, Johnny Depp, or someone you know in real life — is that the kind of thing you think about?”

After a pause, she answered, “Uh, well, sometimes, I suppose…”

“So, what else do you think about? Like, um, maybe sexy women instead of men? ‘Cause I think about that a lot. In fact, I actually never think about men, only women and girls. Is that what you think about?”

A longer pause this time. Then, “…yes.”

I was already rubbing myself, of course. It makes it a lot hotter for me when I can talk while masturbating with someone, or even when making love. The communication, the open sharing of thoughts and feelings, for some reason that really gets me going.

My clit was hard under my fingers, my pussy dripping onto the sheets. It wasn’t going to take long at all for me to come this time, but I wanted to extend the discussion, try to get my aunt to reveal more to us about her sexual fantasies, so I deliberately slowed down my self-manipulation.

I also decided to take a chance. “Can I ask you something, Aunt Barbara? Something personal?”

“Personal??” she chuckled. “Don’t you think what we’re doing now is pretty personal?”

“Yeah, but… I mean, I want to ask you about things you do and stuff. If that’s okay.”

“Well… sure, why not. Go ahead, ask away.”

“All right, um… see, what I want know is, do you ever, like, watch pornography or anything? You don’t have to answer if you don’t want to.”

“Hmm, well…”

“It’s okay to tell us, though. We won’t be shocked or anything. Kate and I have both seen porn. It’s not like the old days, you know, where kids were more innocent.”

“No, I guess it’s not.”

“So, do you watch it sometimes?”

My aunt took a few seconds before answering. I heard a sharp intake of breath, and a groan. Her movements were increasingly urgent, the bed bouncing more noticeably. Apparently this subject was turning her on.

“Yeah, I… I do,” she finally said. “I watch porn. I like it.”

“I like it too,” I replied. “What kind do you watch most?”

“Uh…”

“Do you like lesbian porn? Girls together?”

The pause again. And then, “Uh-huh, I like that.”

“Me too. I like to see girls kissing. And touching each other. Is that what you like?”

“Yes… it is.” She groaned again, more loudly. Her breath was coming very fast.

“Are you getting close?” I asked.

“Uh-huh.”

“Kate, what about you?”

“Yeah, I am,” my sister said. “But keep talking, Julie. I like it.”

“Okay. Um, yeah, I really like to see pretty girls kissing and touching each other, fingers rubbing soft skin…”

As I said that, I reached my left hand across my body to touch Aunt Barbara’s arm. She was on my right. My other hand was working between my legs.

When she felt my caress, fingers lightly stroking her arm, she gasped and sighed, clearly enjoying the contact, but at the same time whispered, “No…”

I didn’t stop. I continued touching her, my fingertips slowly sliding up her arm to her shoulder. “Girls are so soft. Women are so beautiful. Don’t you think?”

She didn’t reply.

I shifted slightly closer on the bed, until our arms and legs were touching. Her skin was warm. My fingers gently caressed her shoulder, then moved further across a few inches, to the top of her chest.

“No,” she whispered again, while making no real effort to stop me.

“I love to see girls together,” I continued. “Pretty girls kissing each other, touching each other. Or even… a younger girl with an older woman. That really turns me on. I love that.”

I found the swell of her breast, moved my fingers down a bit, almost but not quite reaching the nipple, then eased around to the side, surrounding her tit, taking it in my hand, softly squeezing.

“Do you like that too, Aunt Barbara? Lesbian porn where women have sex with young girls? is that what you like?”

“Julie, I — I can’t —”

That wasn’t my aunt, it was my sister. Kate was starting to come. We heard a squeal, felt the mattress bounce hard beneath us.

“God! Fuck!!” Aunt Barbara cried.

She was coming too. I wasn’t quite there yet — I’d backed off too much — so instead, I squeezed my aunt’s breast more tightly and then slid my fingers up to the taut nipple, pinching it, twisting it, as she climaxed. It was so amazing to be where I was, even if I wasn’t ready to come… just to be holding her breast, playing with her nipple, fondling the woman’s naked body under the covers in the darkness of her bedroom as she reached orgasm.

I continued rubbing my clit, but turned onto my side, facing her. With a hand still on her breast, I kissed her shoulder, then her neck, detecting the scent of her perfume along with the stronger aroma of her climax. And this one lasted a really long time. She just kept coming, again and again, as I squeezed the fat nipple and kissed and licked her neck.

Eventually, her spasms receded. “God… god…” she panted, then brought a hand up, trying to push my fingers away from her tit. But I didn’t budge, not at all. I stayed right where I was, my hand clutching her breast. After a second or two, she appeared to give in, raising her hand to her face, pushing away a few strands of hair, wiping her brow as she sighed, “God… oh my god…” before dropping the hand to her side again.

Two or three minutes went by, Aunt Barbara’s breathing gradually becoming calmer. Everyone was quiet. I gently massaged her breast, not with any urgency, just making sure she knew my hand was there.

Finally I said, in a small voice, “Um, I didn’t, you know… I mean… I didn’t come that time. So is it okay if I do it now? Do you mind?”

There was no response from her, nothing at all. I lifted my head, looking more closely at my aunt. Her eyes were closed, her lips slightly parted, chest rising and falling very slowly. It looked like she was asleep.

“Kate,” I whispered.

“Huh?” My sister pushed herself up on an elbow. It was dark, but I could see her cute chipmunk face.

“I think she fell asleep, or passed out.”

“She did?”

I nodded. Then I said, “Aunt Barbara?”

No reply, no movement, not even a flutter of the eyelids. Just calm, slow breathing. I leaned in closer and softly kissed her lips. Still no response. Apparently all that alcohol and then the orgasms had taken their toll.

I gently pushed the covers down, almost to her waist, revealing the woman’s full, round breasts. Licking my lips, I caught Kate’s eye and nodded to her. Then I lowered my face to Aunt Barbara’s nipple and licked it.

“Julie!” Kate hissed. I glanced up at her. She was shaking her head in disapproval.

“It’s okay,” I whispered. “Mommy said I should.”

“What??”

“Come on, you do it too.”

I licked the nipple again, feeling it lengthen and stiffen under my tongue.

Kate watched me for a moment, then looked at the tit nearest her, staring at the nipple. I saw her licking her lips, as I had done. The temptation must simply have been irresistible, because her face moved closer, closer… and then her lips parted and she covered the nipple, taking it into her mouth, sucking on it.

I liked that idea, a lot. It turned me on. I began to suck the nipple too, loving the rubbery hardness in my mouth, the slightly tart taste.

Aunt Barbara moaned. I raised my head for a moment, checking on her. She still seemed to be asleep. Her eyes were closed, her body relaxed. I nodded at Kate, and we didn’t stop. She and I sucked and licked the woman’s big nipples for another minute or so, grinning back and forth at each other.

Soon our aunt began to respond. She was breathing faster. Her legs started to twitch. She moaned again. I took my mouth from the breast, replacing it with my hand, squeezing and pulling the hard, wet nipple. Shifting a little higher on the bed, I placed my mouth by her ear, softly saying, “You’re having a dream, the best dream you’ve ever had… two young girls are in your bed, playing with you, making love to you…”

I saw my aunt’s lips move. At first I couldn’t understand what she’d said, if anything. But as I bent closer to her, cocking my head, I could hear a whisper, “Young girls, young girls…”

In her ear, I said, “Yes, young girls, in your bed… they want to love you, play with you, kiss you and touch you…”

“Yes.” Her voice was slightly louder now.

“And they want you to play with them, too… they want you to touch them.”

I reached down and found Aunt Barbara’s hand, resting at her side. Squirming around a bit, I managed to get it tucked between my legs, her fingers pressing against my pussy.

I said to her, “Please, put your finger inside. The girl wants you to fuck her. She needs it. Feel how warm she is, how wet she is. Put your finger inside.”

With my hand holding hers, I rubbed the woman’s fingers inside my slit. I really was very wet.

“Please do it. She wants you to fuck her. Put your fingers inside.”

“Inside…”

Her eyes were closed. It looked like my aunt was asleep, but she was responding — a little bit, anyway — so she must have been a halfway state, between dreaming and awake. Her hand wasn’t moving much, though, lying mostly limp. It was frustrating, because I wasn’t just saying that. I really did want her to fuck me!

So I took charge. Gripping her middle finger in my fingers, I placed it at the opening to my vagina, then pushed it in. God, it felt nice. “Fuck me,” I said, “fuck my pussy.”

Aunt Barbara was coming to life. Her hand began to move, the finger sliding deeper inside me.

“That’s right, fuck my pussy,” I repeated.

I glanced down at my sister. Kate was astride our aunt’s leg. It looked like she was humping her. Her hands were on the woman’s breasts, squeezing and pushing them together so she could go back and forth from one big nipple to the other, licking and sucking them both.

In my aunt’s ear, I said, “What a great dream, the hottest dream you’ve ever had… two girls in your bed and you’re having sex with them, fucking them.”

“Fucking, fucking… yes.” Her finger moved faster inside me.

My hand was on my clit now. I didn’t need to guide Aunt Barbara any more. She was doing the work on her own — and I was quickly getting close to an orgasm. “Fuck me, fuck me hard,” I urged, “make me come!”

Hearing a squeak, I looked at Kate again. She was still holding our aunt’s tits in her hands, squeezing the nipples, but she was no longer sucking or licking them. Her eyes were tightly shut, her face pinched. Kate was breathing hard, gasping, humping like mad on the woman’s leg, rubbing her pussy against her, getting ready to come.

Seeing that pushed me over the edge. The sexual energy swirled up from inside, a sudden uncontrollable surge — and then I was climaxing, bursting into orgasm, coming all over my aunt’s hand.

I hadn’t meant to come quite so quickly. It wasn’t what I’d planned. I wanted to have Aunt Barbara come too, with us, but that didn’t happen. Instead my sister and I both climaxed, me with my aunt’s finger deep inside my cunt, Kate riding her leg.

It took us a minute or so to calm down. We each were pretty noisy when we came, not to mention active, our taut young bodies straining and shaking with the intense vigor of our orgasms. But somehow all this hadn’t been enough to wake Aunt Barbara up. She was still asleep, it appeared, or at least pretending to be. I never knew for sure.

Anyway, as I felt the final tremors fading away, I took my aunt’s hand in mine, and slowly drew her finger out of my vagina. I lifted the hand, bringing it up to her face. Even in the dim light, her middle finger was gleaming, dripping with my juices. I placed the finger on her lips, rubbing it around.

“Taste the girl,” I whispered in my aunt’s ear. “Taste her pussy.”

Her lips parted. She extended her tongue, licking the finger. I slipped it into her mouth. She sucked on it, sighing in pleasure.

Even though I had just completed a climax, I was eager and ready for more. And now I decided to go all the way. My heart pounded with excitement, with anticipation, as I got to my knees. Bending over again, close to her ear, I asked, “Do you like how she tastes? You like that girl’s pussy?”

There was no verbal answer, only a soft moan.

Straightening up, I looked at Kate. She was alert, watching me. I motioned to her, pointing downward, nodding toward Aunt Barbara’s crotch. “Lick her,” I mouthed.

My sister’s eyebrows shot up. Really? she seemed to be asking. I nodded, pointing more firmly. Kate giggled, then scooted down between our aunt’s legs, pushing the covers fully away.

I watched my sister get in place, leaning in close, starting to kiss and nuzzle and lick — and then I swung my leg over Aunt Barbara, straddling her head.

“This is a dream,” I said aloud. “A very hot, sexy dream. You’re going to lick the girl’s pussy.”

I lowered myself to her mouth, pressing my moist, swollen labia against her lips. And then I began to ride her face.

Kate and I had sex with our aunt that night. It wasn’t a dream. Kate sucked and licked and ate her cunt, while I held the woman’s head in my hands, grinding my pussy into her mouth. Aunt Barbara did a little bit of licking, but was mostly passive at that point, still half asleep, apparently. That didn’t matter, though. As turned on as I was, just the feel of her warm lips, her wet mouth, her tongue when it made contact with my clit — that was more than enough. Within a minute, or maybe less, I was almost ready to come.

Then a change occurred. Her body began to move. I felt a shudder beneath me and heard a loud groan. I felt Aunt Barbara’s hands on my bottom, pulling me in closer. I also sensed that she was bucking, pushing her cunt into Kate’s mouth. She groaned more loudly, and her tongue and lips became more active, lapping at my pussy, eating me.

“Yes, yes!” I moaned, holding her head tightly as I rocked faster and faster, fucking her face.

She and I reached orgasm at almost the same time. I started first, gasping and crying in ecstasy as powerful spasms exploded inside me, thick juices pouring from my vagina into her mouth. Even in the midst of my passion, I was somehow able to tell that my aunt was coming too, climaxing in my 11-year-old sister’s mouth.

* * *

Five minutes later, we had swapped positions. I was between Aunt Barbara’s legs now, licking and sucking her delicious pussy, while Kate was sitting on her face. As we were making the switch, I thought I saw my aunt’s eyes flutter open for just a moment, taking in what was happening, watching us, although I couldn’t be certain. Perhaps I only imagined that.

In any case, the cunt in front of my mouth was the important thing. I nibbled at her clit, sucked her labia, tongued her vagina, nuzzled up and down in the warm, moist, fragrant furrow. God, I love pussy so much. Any girl, any woman, any age. I love the taste, the smell, the feel… I can never get enough.

Kate came first that time. She rode our aunt’s face and soon was shrieking in excitement, obviously coming very hard. When she finished, I saw her collapse onto the bed, both hands clutched between her legs, slim body still shuddering.

With renewed intensity, I sucked Aunt Barbara’s swollen clitoris and also pushed two fingers up inside her slippery vagina, fucking her. Then I felt hands on my head, seeming at first as if she might be trying to frantically push me away — and I heard her grunt, “No!” — yet barely a second later that was replaced with a plea, “Yes! Yes!” as her fingers gripped my hair, pulling my mouth tightly against her sex.

Was my aunt dreaming, or was she awake? Did she know what was happening? Did she realize she was having sex with underage girls, with her own nieces? Was she wrestling with the morality of that? Could that be why I’d heard the No and then the Yes in quick succession?

I still don’t know the answer to those questions. But what I do know is that Aunt Barbara climaxed in my mouth. She almost roared as she came, going rigid for a beat or two, then bouncing on the bed, crying out, ramming her cunt into my mouth again and again, hot juices spurting out, soaking my face. It was an astonishing orgasm, loud and wet and long, incredibly powerful. Could it really have occurred in her sleep?

Whatever the truth is, her climax finally came to an end, and then our aunt became almost entirely motionless. Every muscle in her body seemed to go limp at once, to completely relax, as if she were soaking into the bed — which, incidentally, was soaked with her fluids. She was breathing hard, of course, her chest rising and falling, but that was the only motion we could see. Her eyes were closed, her face slack. It appeared that she had fallen asleep again, or perhaps was still sleeping.

Kate was sitting up, and so was I. We exchanged glances, smiling at one another, and looked again at our aunt. Then we made a decision. We slid off the bed, located our t-shirts, and silently left the room, closing the door behind us.

Back in our own bedroom, cuddling together in the dark beneath the covers, my sister and I talked for a few minutes about what we’d just done, how exciting it was. We were both still very turned on, so we fingered each other, and kissed, enjoying one final orgasm together before drifting off to sleep.

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Mom Goes Wild, Part One

  • Posted on February 15, 2016 at 1:30 pm

By JetBoy

I downed a warm slug of my Bloody Mary, wandered over to the stereo and turned up the music. The sweet soul groove of Al Green filled the room, and I just stared into space, sighing heavily. There I was: a sexy single woman, alone on Saturday night with nothing to do.

I’m Lucy Gable, a 39-year-old mother of two, and my entire life was about to be turned upside down.

And yeah, this is how it all began — me pottering around the living room in sexy panties and a camisole, sipping a drink, hungry for something more. Something like a few good rounds of wild-ass fucking with some willing partner, hard and intense enough to break the bed frame.

So why, you ask, wasn’t I out on the town, trolling for action? Well, it’s not as if I couldn’t have scored a bedmate, believe you me. I was still a very desirable woman — blessed with a great body that I have diligently cared for through the years, and a real talent for giving pleasure. I’ve always loved sex, ever since losing my virginity at fifteen, and have seldom had a problem finding a willing guy or gal to fulfill my needs. I was bisexual, with a strong preference for women, and there was a time when I had a steady stream of lovers to keep me warm.

But for the last few years, I managed to clean up my act and be a respectable mother to my youngest daughter Belinda. On most weekend nights I just watched television, then ended up going to bed and masturbating myself to sleep.

The main reason I worked so hard to create a wholesome atmosphere for Belinda, who had just turned twelve at the time my story begins, is because I’d screwed up so badly with my older daughter Melody — who, by the way, had moved out by that time. She left two weeks after her seventeenth birthday, taking her things across town to shack up with a lesbian girlfriend.

It was inevitable that she was going to flee the nest, I suppose. Melody saw me as nothing more than an enormous hypocrite — always getting after her for the way she dressed and behaved. See, she remembered how I was in those days when Belinda was just a baby. Back then, it wasn’t unusual for her to peek into the living room late at night and find me on the floor with my dress hiked up around my waist, riding the cock of some guy she’d never seen before — or naked and entangled in a juicy sixty-nine on the sofa with another woman.

My husband Ed had walked out on me when I was pregnant with Belinda, though I guess I couldn’t blame him for that. He’d already caught me cheating on him three times, twice with women, once with a man — and when he came home early one afternoon from the used car lot where he worked to find me in bed with my gal pal Cheryl, her face buried between my thighs while she fondled my hugely swollen belly… well that, as they say, was the last straw. Only I didn’t know it just then.

Two weeks later, when I got home from the hospital with my newborn girl, mad as a hornet and wanting to know where my goddamn husband had sneaked away to after dropping me off at the maternity ward, I got a big surprise: turns out that while I was giving birth to Belinda, he’d raced right back to the house, packed all his things and fucked off to parts unknown. Didn’t even leave a note.

I’ve never seen him since — and frankly, could care less. Really, Ed’s departure was the best stroke of luck I’d had in ages. At that point in our marriage, he’d become a complete waste of space, in bed or out.

For years after that, I was a woman on a sexual rampage, going to bed with whoever I wanted. Mostly women, but there were a few guys now and again. Problem was, I was setting a lousy example for Melody, who was getting pretty wild herself before she hit twelve. Eventually I realized that I needed to straighten up and fly right before Belinda began to follow her big sister’s example. Oh, I still dated now and then, but for the most part I forced myself into the role of a respectable suburban mother. I was the square peg, crammed into a round hole.

It was never an easy thing, of course. I longed for the crazy hedonistic times when I was a sex freak and proud of it. Like that night at the bar when, in the mood for a kinky dare, I slipped under our table and went down on all three of the ladies who were with me, then tongue-kissed a fourth girlfriend when she arrived a couple of minutes later to give her a taste of what she’d missed. Or that time when these two bisexual cops I used to hang out with fucked me at the same time — one in front, one from behind — then sixty-nined each other while I watched, their cocks still moist from my cunt and asshole.

Those were the kind of shenanigans I’d forced myself to leave behind, and it had been one hell of a struggle. You see, perverted sex wasn’t something I could simply dip into now and again, like making a box of candy last for an entire month. No, when it came to the kinky shit, I was more like the glutton you’d find sprawled on the floor an hour after opening the box, surrounded by wrappers, face smeared with chocolate. I couldn’t be my old, wanton self in half measures — so I had to give it up completely, settling for a taste of vanilla sex every now and then to keep me from going completely nuts.

Trouble was, Melody clearly recognized the slut that still lurked inside me, and she never believed my change in lifestyle, not for a minute. Oh, she knew I wasn’t indulging in the same crazed sex play as before — but she knew how badly I hungered for it, and that only made me seem ridiculous in her eyes. Hell, she knew all the twisted things that got me hot just from snooping through my porno collection, which I could never safely hide from her, no matter how I tried.

As Melody came into her mid-teen years, she became more and more defiant. She made it a point to dress and carry herself in as wanton a manner as possible. Her skirts got briefer, her shorts grew shorter and she picked up a habit of going without underwear as often as not.

Then there was the increasingly lewd behavior Melody was engaging in around the house, seldom wearing more than skimpy panties and a t-shirt, often less. She seemed to get a kick out of practically putting her pussy on display, even with Belinda in the room.

Her actions disturbed me. Not so much because she was being so lewd, or that she was doing it in front of her little sister, but because I found myself so damn excited by her behavior. She reminded me of myself at her age, only she was even sexier than I’d been. I could hardly tear my eyes away from the sight of her cunt when she exposed it. Melody’s slutty attitude had my nerves jangling like a drag queen’s wrists, and she played that for everything she was worth. Sometimes, she’d even go as far as to casually stroke her clit in front of me.

The girls she’d begun to hang out with all seemed to dressed and behave just like she did. Some of her girlfriends were her age, others were older. Whether they were young teens or in their mid-twenties, they all had that certain something that drove straight males of all ages crazy with lust, not to mention lust-besotted bisexual women like me. I was already struggling to be good, and the sight of Melody’s cohorts didn’t help matters.

It was on the first night of summer vacation that I hesitantly let Melody go out with a couple of her older girlfriends, thinking that they seemed more responsible than most of the girls she hung with. I managed to steal a moment with one of them, a cocktail waitress named Karlie, and asked her to keep an eye on my daughter. She just smiled and murmured. “No problem, Ms. G. I’ll take good care of her.”

As I heard the car pulling out of the driveway, I released a deep, shaky breath. Relax, Lucy. She’ll be okay.

Christ almighty, was I wrong. When my daughter finally came stumbling in at four-thirty in the morning, I’d been dozing fitfully on the couch in my bathrobe, waiting for her. When I heard the key scrape against the hole, then turn clumsily in the door, I stood and waited, arms folded and jaw on edge as she shambled inside.

Melody looked as if she’d been through a monsoon. Her hair was awry, lipstick smeared and her fishnet stockings were a ruin. My heart sank at the sight of her. Then as she drew closer, I realized to my horror that her dress was on inside out.

When her eyes lit upon me, Melody seemed not to know who I was — or was she messing with me? I couldn’t tell.

“Hey, babe… y’wanna fuck?” she slurred as she drew closer.

I stared in disbelief, rooted to the spot as she placed a hand behind my head and brought my face to hers, kissing me hard on the mouth. Her tongue forced its way between my lips.

I was too stunned to respond at first — and that gave Melody the opportunity to tug my robe open with her free hand, which quickly found its way into my panties. She wriggled a finger into me, and I gasped as I recognized the familiar smell and taste of pussy on her lips.

It was as if my daughter knew exactly which buttons to push to get me hot. Her skillful fingers, her slutty demeanor, the sticky essence of cunt that coated her mouth — in seconds I was so wet that I could hear Melody’s fingers squishing as she masturbated me.

Somehow, though, I found the inner strength to shove her away.

Melody lost her balance, falling backwards and landing with a dull thud on the carpet. She lay there, her dress up, legs spread wide. No panties… golly gee, what a surprise. Even in the dim light, I could see that her shaved pussy was wet.

She blinked, collecting herself, then leered at me. “Oh, so you like to play rough, do you?” she purred. “Well, it’s your lucky night, Mom, cause I want it rough.”

An icy tendril of fear touched my heart. No, God damn it… she can’t be doing this to me. Anything but this!

Melody struggled up on all fours, thrusting her ass toward me, pausing to flip up her skirt. “Go ahead! Spank me! Do it hard, too… cause I’ve been a baaad girl, Mommy.” She reached back, grasped her left buttock and twisted it to one side, revealing the rosebud of her anus.

Staring down at her gorgeous, upturned bottom, I stood motionless, a storm rising beneath my belly.

“Actually, y’know what I’d really like, Mommy? If you played with my butthole,” she cooed, easing a fingertip into her rectum. “You’re waaay into that, right?”

My God, I could smell how aroused she was — and I could also feel my own cunt, pulsating like a heart between my legs.

Fucking tease, I thought. If she weren’t my daughter, I’d… I’d… 

I wanted to slap the shit out of that ass of hers. My body seethed with anger and frustrated lust as I stood behind Melody, drinking in every second of her lewd display, hating and adoring her in equal measure.

Suddenly I realized that, without intending to, I’d allowed my fingers to drift between my thighs, tracing my clit through the front of the gauzy panties I wore.

When Melody saw me masturbating, she laughed gleefully. “Mmmm, yes, sexy Mommy,” she whispered in a little girl’s voice. “Touch yourself… touch me.” Her voice grew shaky as she probed her rectum even deeper. “B-baby needs Mommy to, ooooh, to t-tickle her pussy…”

How did she know me so well, know the things that drove my desire, made my pussy drip? No doubt about it, Melody was every inch her mother’s daughter — and right then, my wicked little girl was playing me like a cheap fiddle.

I was struck then by the realization that, from the moment Melody had entered the house, I’d not said a single word. Like she’d stolen my power of speech, left me unable to do anything more than dance to her tune.

It’s too much, damn it. She’s practically an adult, she knows what she wants — and what she wants is her mother. Have I got to say no? 

Every atom of me was on fire, nothing made sense. I was on the verge of giving into complete madness and reaching out for my daughter when I heard a second voice behind me say, “Mommy?”

It was Belinda! My throbbing heart skipped in mid-beat, and I was savagely yanked back into the real world.

I quickly jerked my hand away from my crotch as if it was red hot, then slowly turned to face my little girl, trying to conceal the emotions that were thundering through me. There Belinda stood in her Smurfs nightie, head tilted to one side as she gazed up at us, a puzzled look on her face.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

Backing away from Melody, I managed to stammer out some kind of a response, “Oh, uh, it’s n-nothing, sweetheart. Your sister’s not feeling well, that’s all. You — you need to go to bed, it’s late.”

Knowing I wasn’t going to be able to get Melody decent right then, I swiftly shooed Belinda back into her room. Of course, she began hitting me with a barrage of questions — and I didn’t have a single answer for her. I simply told her to get in bed and stay in there until morning, or else.

When I crept back into the living room, Melody was lying dazed in the middle of the floor, fondling her breasts. Taking a deep breath, I moved to where she lay.

“Come on, honey,” I murmured, trying to sound much calmer than I actually was. “Let’s get you to bed.”

Somehow, I managed to help Melody up and guide her down the hall to her room on shaky legs.

When I sat her on the bed she grabbed the sides of her dress, yanked it off and tossed it to the floor, then lay down completely naked.

Melody stared up at me lustfully, her thighs parted. She winked, slipping a hand between her legs. I gaped as she began to stroke her vulva, her eyes burning into mine.

“Mommyyyyy… I’m all hot an’ bo-thered,” she purred as she touched herself, gazing up at me suggestively. “Come play with me.”

I was captivated by my 16-year-old daughter’s raw sexuality. She was one delicious looking girl, lying there in front of me and fondling her cunt. I couldn’t fault anyone for wanting her right then, even myself — but I had to resist, damn it!

I closed my eyes, shook my head in an attempt to stabilize myself, mumbled, “Go to sleep, it’s late,” then practically ran from her room.

Once safely behind my locked door, I masturbated myself into three soul-wrenching orgasms within five minutes, finally passing out in the sweat-dampened bedsheets.

*****

After that night, things were very different between me and Melody. Before, when she flashed her cunt at me or touched herself while I was in the room, it was to get me flustered; to mock what she saw as my hypocrisy. Now my daughter knew that I lusted after her — and she took full advantage of that knowledge, using every slutty trick at her disposal to make me hot.

She kept flirting with me, trying to get me into bed with her. I barely managed to keep it from happening, even though we both knew that, deep down inside, I wanted it. She might have worn down my resistance, too, in the end. Instead, she moved out to shack up with one of the older girls in her clique.

I was relieved — but also, in spite of myself, a bit disappointed. Even though I’d never let Melody have her way with me, I still longed for my oldest girl, to the point of giving her a central role in my masturbation fantasies.

In the following months I grew obsessed with certain kinds of kinky porn. First it was stories and film clips of lesbian incest, then any erotica I could lay my hands on that dealt with sex between grown women and young girls. It was a revelation. Never before had I fingered my cunt harder or more frequently, just to keep myself halfway sane — but it was never quite enough to slake my perverted hunger.

Somehow, though, I still managed to stick to the straight and narrow despite the growling of the she-beast inside me, doing my best to ensure that Belinda wouldn’t turn out as unrestrained as her big sister.

Which brings me back to where I was at the beginning of this story, six months after Melody left — slightly tipsy, horny as a she-goat and traipsing around the house in panties and silk camisole.

Belinda was spending the night with her best friend Mary, who lived next door. She and her mother Janet had moved here the previous summer from Topeka. Mary is a sweet kid, always respectful and polite — the kind of girl I’d always wished Melody would choose for a friend. She and Belinda were practically joined at the hip, even though at fourteen, Mary was nearly three years older.

I wandered around the house, idly wondering if I should put on a porno DVD and get myself off. Or should I save it for later, some kind of reward for making it through the day?

That decision was interrupted by a sudden dose of motherly reality when I glanced into Belinda’s room and caught a glimpse of how messy it was. With an exasperated sigh, I began to pick up the clothes that were scattered carelessly about on the floor, draped over the back of her desk chair, hanging from the knob of her closet door, peeping from under the bed.

When I opened a dresser drawer to put away a couple of t-shirts I’d washed for her the day before, I caught a glimpse of something tucked beneath her folded clothes. Reaching in, I pulled out a thin stack of Polaroid pictures.

I glanced at the first photo, then gasped in complete shock.

The picture was a close-up of a naked young girl, face down on a bed with her ass up. The girl’s hair was bright green, obviously a wig. The next two snaps were close-ups of the girl’s bottom, but in these another female hand was touching her baby-smooth slit. I noticed the wetness that glistened on the lips of her pussy — she was obviously very excited.

When I saw the fourth picture, I nearly screamed.

Sitting on the bed, legs spread wide, with the green-haired girl’s face buried in her crotch… was Mary, the girl next door!

Her eyes were glazed with pleasure as she held the other girl’s face between her slender legs. She was totally naked except for a black leather collar. The other girl’s ass was high in the air, the photo clearly revealing her hairless cunt and anus.

In the last picture, another woman was partially in the frame. Her leg was propped up on the bed beside Mary’s head, and Mary was running her hand up the leg and staring hungrily at the woman’s lush pubic triangle. This third person looked to be an older female — definitely not a teenager.

I stared at those last two pictures and began to feel myself getting wet. Almost without thinking, I slipped a hand into my panties to explore the heat building in my throbbing vulva. I stared in amazement at the lustful expression on Mary’s face as she gazed up at the woman’s cunt. I saw myself standing over her like that, this cute teen ogling my pussy with a ‘let me taste you’ look in her eyes. I began to lightly brush my clitoris as I became engrossed in this fantasy.

But then nagging curiosity reared its head, interrupting my fingers in mid-stroke. Where had these photos been taken — and what on earth was Belinda doing with them?

I’d never been in the bedrooms of Mary’s house before, but I wondered if these were taken there. Surely not, I thought. They had only lived next door for a few months, and I was still getting to know them, but Janet seemed like such a nice, normal mother — certainly nowhere near as unruly as I’d been.

She wouldn’t allow something like this to go on inside her own home. After all, Belinda has spent the night with Mary before…

Then it hit me.

My god, NO! I thought as I pored through the photos again, examining the back and bottom of the girl who was eating Mary’s pussy. Could it… could that be Belinda between her legs? 

I stared carefully at the image, unable to tell for sure. It had been a couple of years since I’d glimpsed my daughter naked, and I’d certainly never seen her ass displayed in such a lewd fashion. But the girl’s body was exactly her size.

Head spinning, I stuffed the pictures back into Belinda’s drawer, then numbly headed down the hall and out the back door of the house. I stood in the yard, breathing deeply of the evening air, trying to still my racing heart.

It was a warm summer night, and the only sounds to be heard were crickets and a faint sound of cars in the distance. I stood there in panties and camisole, staring over at the lights of my neighbor’s house. What should I do? I asked myself. I drifted over to the fence that separated our two backyards, lost in thought.

I grabbed the arm of one of our lawn chairs and dragged it to the fence, then climbed up to stand on it and peer over. I had a direct view into Janet’s living room through a set of large glass patio doors. All I could see was a long brown couch with a potted ficus plant at one end. No one seemed to be around.

Suddenly I saw Janet as she sauntered into the living room. I was stunned to see her dressed in nothing but a bra and high heels, completely nude from the waist down.

She paused in front of the glass, unaware of being observed, looking back at an area of the room that was obscured from my view. She stood in a rather seductive pose, smiling, clearly enjoying what she saw.

Janet had a lovely body — and despite my concerns, I couldn’t help but be aroused by the sight of her. Especially when she began to dance in a very sexy way, moving to some music I could sense more than hear. Her lewdness made my pussy throb. Unable to help myself, I slid a hand into my panties and began to stroke my clitoris again.

Janet unfastened and removed her bra, tossing it carelessly to one side, then brought a hand up to her beautiful breasts, caressing them, gliding a palm over her nipples. Then she snaked that hand down to plunge between her thighs, fingers curving into her dark blonde pubes. As she stroked her pussy she moved backwards a few steps, then flopped down on the couch, spreading her legs wide apart as she continued to masturbate. Jesus, she was sexy. But where the fuck was Belinda?

As she fondled her cunt, Janet’s gaze held fast to the side of the room I couldn’t see. She was obviously getting off on whatever she was watching — a porno film, perhaps?

The buzzing of crickets was now accompanied by the sound of my fingers, squishing wetly between my thighs.

Suddenly I froze, a chill racing down my spine as I sensed the presence of another person behind me.

I was rooted to the spot, belly clenched in terror. My mind sized up the situation in a split second: there I was, perched on a lawn chair in skimpy underwear, a hand stuffed in my panties, masturbating as I spied on my next door neighbor. Oh God oh God oh God…

I had no idea what to expect at that moment — even then, what happened next caught me completely by surprise.

A pair of hands reached for and grasped the waistband of my panties, then slowly drew them down until they ringed my ankles. I bit my lip, choking down an insane impulse to scream — then I gasped aloud when I felt those hands, clearly those of another woman, fondling my ass.

I slowly began to turn my head, desperate to take a quick look behind me. As if reading my mind, the feminine intruder hissed, “Be still.” Heart smashing against my ribcage, I meekly obeyed.

Well, at least it’s not the cops, I told myself as those soft hands caressed my bottom. I was still staring over the fence as Janet rose from the couch, padded over to the patio doors and drew the blinds shut. The show was over, but not on my side of the fence. There was a woman behind me, and now I felt her hands spreading my buttocks open.

My fear was quickly melting away, overtaken by the thrill of being seduced by a stranger. I waited, body taut as a bass string in anticipation of what this unexpected visitor had planned for me.

Then, this wonderfully warm, wet tongue slowly licked up through my wet cunt and between my cheeks. As I trembled with a mixture of pleasure and disbelief, her tongue began to concentrate on my asshole, trailing down from time to time to tease my pulsing slit. It was clear that this woman was highly skilled in the art of oral play.

I moaned as the woman’s tongue forced its way into my rectum, her fingers seeking and finding my clitoris. My body shuddered in ecstasy as I came on her first entry. I eagerly pushed my ass back into her face for more, tightly gripping the top of the fence.

She continued to lick my ass as I rode out my orgasm, those lovely fingers keeping it going, drawing out the pleasure until I saw stars. I found myself resting my forehead against the fence, breathing heavily.

The woman drew away, then took my hand. Without a word she guided me down from my perch atop the deck chair. The porch light was switched off, and I could only detect our outlined shapes in the sparse moonlight, but that was enough for me to see my mystery partner as she lay down on the chair, tugging her skirt up to her waist, the triangle of her pubes barely visible. She spread her legs wide, waiting for me.

I looked down on her, licking my lips. There’s nothing on God’s green earth that’s better than the taste of a juicy cunt — and it had been a long while since I’d savored that thick, earthy nectar that got me higher than any wine.

Carefully straddling her face, I lowered my mouth to her pussy, pausing first to inhale deeply, savoring the musky aroma. She was dripping wet and highly aroused. Wasting no more time, I planted my mouth on her heat-swollen sex for a deep, probing kiss. The woman immediately responded, burrowing her face between my thighs.

Oh, she was a firecracker. Her fingers found my anus and entered, working their way in and out, my new lover going backdoor style on my ass while she ate me. I happily returned the favor, crooking a finger into my mystery lover’s rectum as I went down on her.

She moaned into my cunt, then began nibbling at my inflamed clit. I exploded in a blinding orgasm within seconds. And from the way my new friend squirmed and bucked beneath me, her breath hot and fierce against my inner thighs, I could tell that she was climaxing quite nicely herself.

I gently kissed her clit, then twisted myself around on top of the woman and kissed her belly, making my way up to her succulent breasts. I nuzzled them, licking each nipple in turn. As my mouth wandered up her neck, she grabbed my hair and pulled my mouth to her own, kissing me hungrily. My tongue tangled crazily with hers. Finally, our lips gently parted.

My mysterious lover spoke. “Hi, Mom.”

I almost died. It was Melody! My own seventeen-year-old daughter!

I tried to pull away, but she clutched me tightly, drawing my face to hers once more. As her mouth met mine, she forced her tongue between my lips, feeding me the taste of my cunt.

I fought the kiss for a few seconds, but that old familiar desire for Melody was too much to resist. Too much…

I began to respond, my tongue flashing to life in her eager mouth. We made out for a long time, her body grinding exquisitely against mine, our mouths crushed together.

Finally we lay hugging, out of breath, our partially clothed bodies lovingly entwined. As I nuzzled Melody’s neck, I wondered how I had resisted her for so long. Her hands slid down my back to caress my ass, and I realized that, even after enjoying two orgasms in the last ten minutes, this perverse desire for my daughter was swiftly renewing itself. Jesus, I already wanted to fuck her again.

I extracted myself from Melody’s arms and shakily stood, pulling her up with me. “Come on,” I whispered, and we quickly crossed the backyard and entered the house.

As the back door closed, Melody pushed me against the wall, claiming my mouth with hers. I whimpered as her hungry lips moved against mine, her tongue fucking in and out of my eager mouth. My daughter’s crotch ground against me, making my head spin.

I escaped from her arms just long enough to frantically tear off my camisole. Kicking her sandals to one side, Melody smiled wickedly and dropped her skirt, stepping out of it as she stripped off her open blouse, tossing it away. Now both naked, we stared at one another for a long moment. Her eyes smoldered with raw, animal desire, her cheeks flushed, hair mussed. God, she’d never seemed so beautiful.

Our bodies came together in a frenzied embrace. Even after what we’d already done, I was seething with lust!

We kissed passionately, then Melody stepped back and lay down on the carpet, thighs spread wide. She looked at me, licking her lips lustfully, then flicked her tongue. “C’mere,” she breathed.

It felt so depraved, but I couldn’t resist what she was offering me. Once again I raised my leg over her head and squatted down above her face, lowering my vulva to Melody’s waiting mouth.

“God, Mom,” she whispered, “I love you, love your pussy so much. I’ve wanted this for ages…” Her tongue slowly licked my slit from the bottom to the top.

I began grinding my wet cunt into Melody’s face, gasping, “Oh, honey — I love you too!” I smeared my juices from her nose to her chin, then back up again. Her tongue flicked at my clit in passing. My hand blindly found its way between Melody’s thighs, and I shoved two fingers into her.

I was rocking atop her face, my breath hissing through clenched teeth while I fucked Melody hard and fast. I still couldn’t believe I was finally realizing my most forbidden fantasy — incest with my oldest daughter!

The very thought of it was enough to set me off all over again. I exploded, clenching and unclenching like some enormous hand as jolts of pleasure ripped through my body.

I don’t know how long it lasted. All I can say is that when I came back down to earth, Melody and I kissed and snuggled for a few minutes, our heated, sweat-glazed bodies nestled tightly together. Then we began making love all over again.

We were insatiable. The hunger and desire I felt for my sexy daughter seemed to consume me whole. We never even took the time to move to a bed, or even the couch — we just fucked right there on the carpet. Finally I dozed off, utterly spent.

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The Secret Society of the Pussycats Club, Chapter 25

  • Posted on February 14, 2016 at 3:55 pm

By Cheryl Taggert

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The morning they were going to leave to visit their cousin Becca and her family, Lynn and Lori were flush with excitement. They had been emailing Becca, who was much older at seventeen, about the fun they’d had on their Florida vacation. And their fun really had nothing to do with the beach. Cheryl, the woman who’d been their sitter one night, turned out to be really great! She had not only allowed them to go naked, but she had also had sex with them and let them have sex with each other. Then when they had gotten home, they ended up having fun with their mom too!

Their lives had changed in so many ways since then. They were allowed to masturbate or have sex any time they wanted, even in front of their dad, who wasn’t allowed to touch them, but he often masturbated with them. In fact, they would sometimes have sex parties with just the family. Mommy and Daddy would fuck and they would do things with each other and their mommy while their daddy watched. They thought they were the luckiest girls in the world.

As they lay in bed that morning, they were playing with themselves and sometimes reaching over to touch each other. They didn’t bother with the covers since if Mommy or Daddy caught them, they would just let them continue — or join in if they had the time.

The girls were talking about the party Becca had told them about. It would be an all-girl sex party, and there would be young girls there, too, besides them. They hadn’t told their mom about it yet, and were still deciding whether or not to mention it since Becca already had a plan on how to get them to the party. Becca didn’t know they did sex things with their mom, and they weren’t sure they wanted Becca to know since she might get all weird about it. She might even tell her mom, so it hadn’t been mentioned.

“I think it’s gonna be so cool doing stuff with some other women and girls,” Lynn was saying.

“Yeah, you and Mommy and Cheryl are the only ones I’ve done it with. I wanna try out some others,” Lori said.

“Yeah, it’s gonna be a great party!” Lynn said just as their bedroom door opened and Mommy came in.

“What party?” she asked, having overheard the last comment. She noticed the girls were busy with their fingers in their pies.

Lynn looked at Lori, ‘uh-oh’ written on her face. Neither girl answered.

“Okay, girls, spill it. What party are you talking about?”

“Um, well…you see…well….” Lynn began, wanting to think up a lie but unable to do so on such short notice.

Gina sat on the bed. “Out with it,” she commanded, and Lynn had no choice but to tell her.

She heaved a deep sigh before speaking. “Well, we’ve been sorta emailing with Becca.”

“Your cousin, Becca?”

“Yeah. She, um, well, she is going to this party Friday night and she was going to get us to go too.”

That sounded odd to Gina. A seventeen year old wanting an eleven and eight year old to tag along to some teen party? It sounded more than odd; it sounded fishy.

“She wants you two to come to a teen party?” she asked, her disbelief evident.

“Well, it’s not really a party just for teens,” Lynn continued. “There are some girls our age there, too.”

“And that’s not all, there’s gonna be –” Lori began, but Lynn nudged her to shut her up.

Gina looked down at her two girls. On the one hand, finding them naked in bed together like this had caused one predictable reaction from her. Now, however, she knew she needed to get to the bottom of this.

She looked sternly at Lynn. “There’s gonna be…what, exactly?” She was wondering if there were going to be drugs at the party and Becca had been stupid enough to A) get involved with drugs in the first place, and B) ask her little ones to come along. Murder crossed her mind.

“Some adult women,” Lynn confessed. She didn’t realize, though, that her mom hadn’t figured out this was a sex party yet. In her young mind, her mom had figured it all out.

Gina was still confused. Why would Lynn try to stop Lori from telling her that adults would be at this party, which would normally be a good thing to tell about a party the girls had been invited to.

“Why did you want Lori not to tell m–?” It was then Gina suspected what the answer to that question was. But surely, this wasn’t that kind of party, was it? With other little girls and women? Did such parties even exist?

Then she answered her own question. Of course, those kinds of parties existed. Her own family had them, and while Evan wasn’t allowed to touch the girls, he certainly enjoyed watching, and the girls enjoyed watching their father masturbate, not to mention liking to watch the two of them fuck.

“Is this an orgy?” she asked.

Lynn was confused by the word. “What’s an orgy?”

“It’s a sex party.”

“Oh…um…yeah.”

“Does Becca know what we do together?” Her face was stern, indicating the answer better be ‘no.’

“No, Mommy, I promise she doesn’t. I know better than to tell her that,” Lynn said.

“Are you sure?” she asked.

“Yeah. I know you wouldn’t want us to tell her.”

“So, is Becca planning to have sex with the two of you?”

“Uh-huh.”

This was news. Becca liked little ones too? She remembered the times she would change Becca’s diaper when she was little and wonder at the future of that small, baby vagina. Smiling at the joy she knew it would bring her niece later in life.

Now, Becca was seventeen, and apparently that pleasure and joy were abundant.

“Has she ever done anything to you before?” Gina asked.

“No.”

“What about these adult women? Who are they?” Gina was starting to get a fun idea. A very good, fun idea in fact.

“Becca says they’re like the moms of the girls that will be there except for these two teachers.”

“Do you know how old these women are?”

“No. Are you gonna let us go to the party?”

“It depends,” Gina answered.

“On what?” Lynn asked.

“On whether or not I get invited,” Gina said, taking out her phone and finding Becca in her contact list. She pressed the button to call her, smiling at the surprise awaiting her sexy little niece. “Don’t make a sound,” she told her daughters.

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Becca’s phone rang and she got out of bed to answer it. Looking at the caller ID, she noticed it was her Aunt Gina calling, Lynn and Lori’s mom. She wondered what she wanted with her as she answered.

“Hello?”

“Becca?”

“Yeah.”

“This is your aunt — Gina.”

“Yeah. Hi. You’re still coming for a visit, aren’t you?”

“Oh, yes, we’re definitely coming.” Gina smiled at the double entendre.

“Great. Uh, so, why are you calling me? I figured if anything you’d call Mom or Dad.”

“Well, you see, I need to talk to you about this party the girls want to go to.”

Oh, shit! Becca thought. Why would they tell their mom about it before they got here? 

“Oh?” was all she said.

“Yes, they tell me there’s going to be this party with you and some of your friends and their moms and such. They say even a couple of teachers will be there.”

Becca decided to go ahead with her original plan of explanation. “Uh, yeah. Well, you see, I’m staying over with a friend of mine and she has this little sister who’s ten, and I figured it might be nice if the sister had some company as well, you know? Their mom will be busy with the adults, and, well, I mean, you know?” She thought to herself that she must sound like an idiot.

“Oh, okay. I see. Well, they say it might be a little more than that.”

What the fuck? What had they told their mom?!

“Oh?” Becca felt completely lost not knowing the details of whatever Aunt Gina knew.

“Yes. They say there might be some fun and games involved.”

“Well…I don’t know…what kind of fun and games do they mean?”

“Well, if I talk to you about something…private…can you keep the secret? I promise if you can that, well, I can keep any secret you want to tell me,” Gina said.

Holy fuck! Becca thought. She knows! “Uh, sure.”

“Well, when I came into their bedroom, they were playing with themselves. You understand what I mean, don’t you?”

“Yes.” Becca felt her heart pounding as if needing to burst through her rib cage.

“They were lying beside each other. Naked. Masturbating.”

“Yeah. I get it,” Becca said. Where in the hell was this going?

“I have to admit to you that this isn’t the first time I’ve seen them doing that…and more.”

“Oh?” Becca wanted to hang up but knew she couldn’t.

“Yes. I’ve seen them do a lot more, in fact. With their mouths.”

“Aunt Gina, what is this all about?” Becca wanted this to end, and the only way she saw to do that was to get around to the point.

“You see, they love pussy, and I know you do too. They told me about your emails.”

“They did?”

“Yes, they did. And they told me you want to lick their little pussies.”

Becca said nothing.

“I hope you can satisfy them as well as I do.”

Huh? she thought. Was Aunt Gina saying what I think she is? “What are you saying?”

“You know perfectly well what I’m saying. We’re…how shall I put it…two peas in a pod, you and I. We enjoy the same things.”

“You’ve licked their pussies?” Her shock was such that this came out in a whisper.

“Yep.”

“Oh, my God!”

“I know this is a surprise to you. I can’t tell you how often I wanted to lick you when you were little. I’ll be honest, I once took a lick or two when you were a baby but it made me feel too weird doing that. I’ve masturbated imagining us together. I used to come into the bathroom when you were in the tub just to get a look at you and… imagine. You know. Wonder what you’d do if I took off all my clothes and got in with you… and played with you.”

By now, Gina had managed to strip to only her panties with the silent help of her eager daughters, and her hand was inside the thin cotton, rubbing herself. She looked over at Lynn and Lori, who were doing the same while watching her hand.

“Holy shit,” Becca said. “Really?”

“Yes, sweetie. Really. Who knows? Maybe this stuff is hereditary. Has your mom ever tried anything with you?”

“No.”

“Well, maybe it skipped her. Her loss, I’d say. Now, sorry to sound like a man, but what are you wearing?”

“Nothing.”

“Oh, yes. That sounds delightful. Are you alone in your bedroom?”

“I’m at my friend’s house. We’re all naked. Have been since Tuesday when we’re inside or out at the pool, which is private.” Becca decided two could play this game of telling everything sexy they could over the phone to turn the other on.

“Are they there, too?”

“They’re still in bed.”

“And what are they doing?”

“Nothing, really. We’ve been doing stuff all week. We’re sorta saving up for Friday night.”

“Well, the girls would be happy to be there at the party. If their mom is allowed to join them.”

“I’d like that,” Becca said and kept her hand from straying to her now wet pussy.

“Mmmm…so would I. I understand there will be other young girls?”

“Yeah.”

“How old?”

“From ten to twelve.”

“Mmmm…how many?”

“Including Lynn and Lori, seven.”

“And you and your friend. How old is she?”

“My age. Seventeen.”

“And how many women?”

“Seven. No, wait. Eight, including you.”

“That sounds wonderful. Do you know what I’m doing?”

“I would guess you’re playing with yourself.”

“Yes, I am. What do you think about your auntie masturbating in front of her daughters like this?”

“I think it’s hot.”

“Are you playing with yourself, Becca? You can tell me if you are.”

“Mostly, I’m trying not to. I’m still kinda sore from all the sex I’ve had over the last few days.”

“You don’t mind if I come while I have you on the phone, though, do you?”

“Not at all. Are the girls going to come too?”

“Probably.” Becca could hear her aunt move the phone from her mouth and speak to the girls, “Are you girls wanting to come for Mommy and Becca?”

Becca heard the replies from both girls, who apparently were getting close to orgasms themselves. She was certain the atmosphere in the girls’ room was over-the-top sexy.

“Okay, my dear niece. I’m going to come. You listen to me come, okay?”

“Okay.” It was all she could do to keep herself from touching her pussy, which would probably come in seconds, she was so turned on. Then she thought, what the hell, and began stroking her clit. She was right. Her climax was already too near to stop. “I’m touching myself,” she told her aunt.

“Delicious,” Gina said before her orgasm seized her. “Oooohh! Shiiiit!”

“Oh, God!” Becca exclaimed as her climax quickly overpowered her. She could hear her aunt and cousins all coming on the other end of the line, which only served to cause her own orgasm to swell into even more bliss.

When they’d finished and had caught their breath, Gina ended the conversation. “I’ll see you this afternoon.”

“I’ll see you, too,” Becca said.

“And I want to see all of you. I may even want to watch you licking my daughters. Would you do that for me?”

“Of course,” Becca said and hung up. Standing on wobbly legs, she turned to find Carolyn and Candace sitting up in the bed, watching her.

“Wow. That must’ve been a wild phone call,” Carolyn said, grinning. “I thought we’d agreed to abstain from sex today.”

“You guys won’t believe this,” Becca said, and motioned for them to follow her into the den.

When she’d finished telling them about the odd — and highly erotic — phone call, the girls were dumbfounded.

“Holy shit! Is every woman in the world into younger girls? As young as eight?” Carolyn said.

“I don’t know, but it does seem we’ve managed to meet quite a few lately. To think my sexy aunt was fantasizing about me like that! I actually managed to see her and her husband fucking one time when they didn’t know I was there.”

“Really?!” asked Candace.

“Yeah, I was, well, snooping around in their things and heard them coming down the hall to their room.”

“Why were you snooping?” Candace asked.

Becca blushed slightly. “To see her panties. I had found them and a small vibrating dildo. I was just checking it out, you know, turning it on and off and wondering if I could somehow manage to slip out with it for a while when I heard them approaching.”

“How old were you?” Carolyn asked.

“Eleven.”

“And here I thought you weren’t into girls until I came along,” Carolyn said with a small laugh.

“Well, I was into them in a way, but hadn’t figured out how to act on it,” Becca confessed. “I just knew I thought my aunt was sexy.”

“So what happened then?” Candace asked.

“I put the vibe back the way I found it and ducked into the closet. When I did, I got scared maybe they were going to hang up some clothes from their suitcases and I’d be caught, but that wasn’t what was on their minds.” Becca smiled wickedly.

“So what did you see?”

“They came into the room, shut the door, and started kissing. I could see them through these open slats in the door of the closet. They couldn’t see me cuz it was dark in the closet. They started taking off their clothes and started talking about someone’s pussy.”

Becca paused, remembering the conversation. Realization dawned on her. “Oh my God, they were talking about me.”

“What?!” Candace said. “What did they say?”

“They were saying stuff like ‘Don’t you think she’s cute’ and ‘I bet she has a tasty pussy.’ Things like that.”

“Who did you think they were talking about?” Carolyn asked.

“I didn’t know. I thought they were talking about some friend of theirs, which was sexy enough. But now I realize they were talking about me. Aunt Gina said something about they would go to jail for molesting someone like that. I was too young to follow the conversation at the time. Then Uncle Evan said something about how this person must like to wear yellow panties. I remember thinking that I liked yellow panties too. Holy shit!”

“So they’ve wanted you since you were eleven?” Candace asked.

“Even before that, if what my aunt says is true,” said Becca.

“She told you she licked your pussy some when you were a baby?” Candace was incredulous, not to mention horny. She was already ignoring, like Becca before her, that this was a day of abstinence. Her fingers were toying with her clit.

“Licking a baby is kinda gross,” said Carolyn.

“Yeah, I told you she thought so too, which is why she stopped.” She and Carolyn looked at Candace.

“Anything turns you on, though, doesn’t it?” she teased.

“Can’t help it,” Candace said. “Sometimes it just gets a life of its own.”

“So, your aunt will be at the orgy?” Carolyn asked.

“Yep. She said the girls could come if she could. Of course, I said yes.”

“Wow!” Carolyn said. “That makes seventeen. One for every year of our lives,” she said to Becca.

“I wouldn’t mind spending a year with each of them,” Becca said.

By this time, Candace was lying back on the bed, masturbating wildly, searching for the orgasm that was fast approaching. Becca and Carolyn watched.

“It’s so hot watching my little sister doing that,” said Carolyn.

“I know,” Becca agreed.

The girls watched Candace’s fingers rapidly swishing back and forth across her vulva, stimulating the clit. The squishy sound of her soaked pussy being stroked like that seemed to echo in the silent room. Carolyn and Becca seemed mesmerized by the vision of the little girl getting herself off in front of them.

Finally, Carolyn took Becca by the hand and pulled her onto the bed. Carolyn reclined where she could watch her baby sister’s erotic actions up close, and Becca lay with her mouth on Carolyn’s twat. She could look up Carolyn’s body to see the ten year old as well. She managed to refrain from touching herself, though she very much wanted to do just that, but instead concentrated her energy on getting Carolyn off while enjoying the lewd display of Candace’s masturbation.

“Uuugggghhh!” Candace groaned as she came, the orgasm causing her to lift her hips from the bed as she abandoned herself to the feelings that swept through her. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” she said, as if every word brought better sensations.

Candace looked down at her sister and Becca just in time to watch Carolyn reach her climax. “Shit! Fuck! Lick me!” Carolyn screamed as she came, bouncing her ass on the bed in time with the shudders that rippled through her.

When they’d finished, Candace moved to where she could kiss Becca. She wanted to lick her sister’s juices from the beautiful girl’s face and lips. The ten year old was beside herself with longing as she cleaned Becca’s soft skin. Kisses turned into licks, which turned back into kisses. This process continued until Becca enfolded the young girl in her arms and they kissed tenderly for several minutes, enjoying each other with the familiarity of old lovers.

“Just think,” Carolyn breathed as the other girls lay back to catch their breath and cool off. “If we have this much fun with just the three of us, what will it be like when there are seventeen women and girls having sex with each other?”

The girls lay in the bed trying to imagine the pleasures that awaited them. Finally, they got out of bed with the realization they were starving. But their hunger was for more than food, though that was the need they satisfied first.

Once breakfast was done and the dishes cleaned up, they decided to go out to avoid having too much sex before the orgy.

They had to save their energy for the extreme moments that awaited them.

Oh, yes. This was going to be the most fun they’d ever had.

It wouldn’t be their last, they each promised themselves.

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The Joy of Looking, Chapter 104

  • Posted on February 13, 2016 at 2:32 pm

By Naughty Mommy

Instead of having our dinner brought to us in the suite that evening, we ate at one of the hotel restaurants, a place we hadn’t visited before. It was French, or supposed to be anyway, with fancy tablecloths and waiters in tuxedos and everything.

I didn’t think we were really dressed for such a nice environment, since we were all wearing jeans, but apparently that didn’t matter. Plus, the place was almost empty. Only two other tables were occupied besides ours, and that, along with our aunt being a VIP, meant we received excellent service.

The food was really good there, but the most interesting thing about the occasion was what happened before we actually began eating. Aunt Barbara asked for a martini after we were seated, and my sister and I both ordered Cokes. Then our aunt excused herself for a visit to the ladies room. When she returned a few minutes later, she had kind of a mysterious smile on her face. I wondered what was up.

Our drinks had been delivered by then. Aunt Barbara took a healthy sip of her martini, licking her lips and saying, “Mmmm.” Then she set her glass down and smiled at us. “Well, that feels better. Those tags were bothering me.”

“What do you mean?” Kate asked.

“I took them off.”

“The tags?”

“No,” our aunt chuckled. “I took the underwear off.”

I took a closer look at her chest. Her nipples were clearly protruding through the tight sweater — which told me she had not put her other bra back on, the one she’d removed in the changing room. That flesh-colored bra had lining that would prevent such an obvious display of nipple erection. Then I thought about the panties. Was she wearing the ones she’d had on before, with the gooey wet spot? Or did she have no undies on at all? Either way, it gave me a lot to think about as we made our selections and then enjoyed our meal.

In the elevator on the way back up, Aunt Barbara asked Kate if she could have a look at her camera. My sister took it out of the bag around her shoulder and handed it to her.

“Hmm, very nice. Maybe we should…”

Just then the elevator doors came open. We exited and headed down the hall to our suite. I noticed that our aunt, who was still holding the camera, walked a bit unsteadily. She’d had two martinis, and then drunk a full bottle of wine by herself.

Inside the room, she said, “You know what? I think maybe we should have a fashion show. I’ll be the photographer. You girls can model the things we bought, all right?”

“A fashion show?” said Kate.

“Sure. You put those things on and I’ll take your pictures. It’ll be fun.”

My sister looked at me. I nodded eagerly. This was a very good idea.

“Okay,” Kate agreed. “But, should we put the stuff on here, or, like, in our bedroom or something?”

“Here is fine,” Aunt Barbara nodded, “unless you’re just too modest to undress in front of me, that is.” Then with a silly giggle, she added, “Except I already know you’re not.”

Our aunt was definitely plastered. Her eyes were glassy, her stance wobbly.

“Come on,” I said to my sister. “She’s right, it’ll be fun!” I sat down on the sofa and started to take off my shoes and socks. Kate shrugged and did the same.

“Good girls. And, uh, speaking of getting undressed… I’ll be back in just a minute, don’t you worry.” Aunt Barbara placed the camera on a table by the sofa, then walked into her bedroom, meandering slightly.

She didn’t bother to close the door, so I watched her kicked off the high heels, then pull the sweater off and drop it onto the bed. Her breasts were bare. I nudged Kate and tipped my head toward the room. She followed my gaze.

We both saw our aunt reach up and remove a few pins that were holding her hair in a bun. She shook her head vigorously. Her hair fell across her shoulders in glossy golden waves (artificially colored, no doubt). She looked really beautiful.

Then she turned to face a mirror on a vanity. We couldn’t see the mirror, but we could see what she did next. Aunt Barbara took her breasts in her hands, squeezing them as she admired her reflection. She pinched the erect nipples, licking her lips.

“Wow,” Kate breathed.

“Yeah, I think we might have some fun tonight,” I whispered as I began to unbutton my flannel shirt.

Aunt Barbara opened her jeans and pushed them down. She wore no panties. We could see her bush. She stepped out of the jeans, leaving them on the floor. We watched her lean close to the mirror, studying her face. She picked up a tube of red lipstick and carefully applied it, then stood back again to assess her appearance. Apparently satisfied, she walked across the room, out of our view.

“What do you think we should put on first?” Kate asked, as she picked up the shopping bag that held our purchases. We were both naked by then.

“Maybe nothing,” I replied.

“Really?”

“No, I’m kidding. Um, let’s do something different, okay? You try on my bra and tap pants and I’ll wear one of your nighties. Then we can trade later.”

“Okay.”

Kate got out the stuff. We stood up and put them on.

A moment later Aunt Barbara came out of her bedroom. She was wearing a short terry cloth robe, light blue with white trim. The robe, which was loosely tied, came to just below her butt. On her feet were low heel slippers, also light blue. Her legs looked amazing.

She smiled when she saw us in the revealing lingerie. “Ooh, how nice! You know, I was wrong what I said earlier. I shouldn’t be such a… prude. You kids look fantastic dressed like that.”

“You think so?” I held out my arms, striking a pose, displaying my otherwise nude body within the transparent red nightie.

“Yes, I do, I sure do.” She picked up the camera. “So, let me see, do I have to turn this on or something?”

My sister went to her. “Yeah, it’s… this button.”

We heard a soft beep.

“Now you just, like, look through here,” Kate said. “And then, you know, click the button. Everything else is kind of automatic.”

“All right, I think I can manage that. Julie, let’s start with you, dear. Just hold that pose.” She took a couple of shots, then said, “Okay, turn around now, and let me see the back. Mmm, so sweet.”

Kate and I spent the next half hour or so modeling for our aunt while she snapped pictures. We exchanged outfits once, and as were doing that, the camera kept on clicking. We pretended not to notice.

Then Kate took over the camera so she could get some shots of Aunt Barbara in her robe. The woman really got into it, enjoying herself, vamping like a Playboy centerfold. That led to her flashing her breasts and then opening her legs, showing her crotch to the lens. I thought she might even start touching herself, masturbating for the camera, but she didn’t.

Within a few minutes, our aunt was lying on the sofa, completely nude, hands behind her head, long legs stretched out, and apart. The terry robe was on the floor. Kate moved all around her, taking one photo after another. I discovered later that she had been cleverly zooming in, getting nice sharp closeups of erect nipples and moist pussy lips.

But then Aunt Barbara seemed to have a sudden change of mind. Maybe the alcohol was wearing off, or perhaps it was just a pang of conscience. In any case, she sat up on the sofa and picked up the robe, clutching it over her breasts.

“You know, I… maybe… I think we, uh, it might be getting late, kids, almost time for bed.”

It wasn’t really that late, in fact, not even 9:00 yet. But that didn’t make any difference. Our aunt got to her feet and pulled the robe on, cinching it tightly around the waist. As she stepped into the slippers, she said, “You girls go to bed now. This was fun, but… I’ll see you in the morning.”

She gave us each a kiss on the cheek, then went into her room, closing the door.

I stood for a moment, thinking, looking at that closed bedroom door.

“Well?” said Kate. She was in the red nightie now. I was wearing the cream tap pants and bralette.

“It’s not over.”

“What?”

“It’s not over,” I repeated. “Mommy said I should fuck them, fuck them all.”

“What are you talking about?”

I smiled at her. “Nothing, just… I’ll tell you later.”

We picked up our clothes and the camera and our purchases from La Perla and took everything into our bedroom.

After thinking a little more, I said to Kate, “Um, let’s take off the stuff we’re wearing and put on just, like, t-shirts — that’s all, just t-shirts and nothing else — no panties, okay?”

“Okay,” she shrugged. “So, we’re going to bed?”

I grinned and shook my head. “Nope, not yet.”

We both changed into t-shirts, then brushed our teeth. By that time, it had been maybe ten minutes since Aunt Barbara left to go to her room. I figured that was enough.

I took Kate’s hand and led her out of the room, turning the light off behind us. We walked silently through the dark to our aunt’s bedroom door, and paused for a moment, listening. Although it was faint, we heard what I thought we would hear: the soundtrack of a porn movie, almost certainly lesbian.

I nodded to Kate. She had a puzzled look on her face, not sure what I was planning. That was fine. All she would have to do is follow my lead. I knocked on the door.

“Uhh — just a minute!” Aunt Barbara called.

The sound of the video went off. A few seconds later, the door opened partway. Our aunt was wearing the terry robe, but it wasn’t tied. She held the sides together with a hand. Her face was flushed and slightly sweaty. She pushed some strands of blonde hair back with her other hand. “Yes, girls?”

“Hi,” I said. “Um, can we talk to you for a minute?”

“Well, uh… sure, of course.” She stepped back, opening the door more widely. I went into the room, Kate behind me.

The bed was open, sheets rumpled. I saw the remote for the DVD player lying there. A lamp by the bed was on, providing the only illumination in the room. On the nightstand was a glass with a small amount of amber liquid in it. Another drink, I assumed.

Our aunt wavered a bit, again not too steady on her feet. Then she sat heavily on the side of the bed. She looked up at us, smiling, her brow slightly furrowed. “So, uh, what’s on your mind? Did you need something?”

I sat down beside Aunt Barbara, motioning to Kate to sit on her other side, which she did.

“Well, see,” I began, “my sister and I, we were talking, and I was saying to her how you’ve been so nice to us, showing us around and everything, and then how you bought all those pretty things for us today, and they were so expensive…”

My aunt patted my leg, leaving her hand there. The t-shirts Kate and I had on were long enough to cover our crotches, though not by much. Our thighs were bare.

She said, “Oh, honey, it’s just fine. Not a problem. I’m glad I could get those things for you. I’m only sorry I had to leave you two on your own yesterday, with nothing to do.”

“That’s all right,” I told her. “We found plenty of things to do, didn’t we, Kate?”

“Yeah, we did,” my sister giggled.

I put my hand over my aunt’s hand, on my leg. “But like I said, you’ve just been so sweet, and I don’t know how we can ever thank you.”

“It’s… don’t you worry about it, honey, that’s what families are for.”

“I know, but, I just wish we didn’t live so far apart. I wish we could see you more.” I raised my other hand to her face, lightly caressing. Then I leaned close and softly kissed her cheek. “I love you, Aunt Barbara.”

“Me too,” said Kate, giving her a hug and kissing her other cheek. “I love you too, Aunt Barbara.”

“Well, girls, thank you, I love you both, very much.”

I wrapped my arms around the sexy blonde, my arms joining Kate’s arms. As I showered kisses on my aunt’s cheek, I squeezed her warmly, fondly, but a little too eagerly — and managed to make the big hug tip us all off balance, which is what I intended. Aunt Barbara fell backward onto the bed, and my sister and I fell with her, laughing.

But Kate and I didn’t stop kissing her. We kissed more and more, our lips coming ever closer to our aunt’s lips. She tried a mild protest, murmuring, “Come on now, that’s enough, you two, you need to go to bed,” but we paid no attention. We continued kissing the woman and soon our lips were on her lips. We kissed her mouth, her chin, her cheeks, her mouth again. She returned the kisses when our lips met hers, though chastely. These were loving, affectionate kisses between an aunt and her adored nieces. Or at least that’s how it might have seemed.

I wrapped a leg over Aunt Barbara’s, pressing my body against hers. “No,” she sighed, “wait,” but my kissing and Kate’s kissing kept her from saying much more than that. We kissed the woman again and again, thanking her, repeating that we loved her.

Gradually, the pace began to slow. The kisses my sister and I gave our aunt became fewer in number, but lasted longer. Our lips lingered on her lips.

After all that excited hugging and kissing, Aunt Barbara’s robe, which she hadn’t tied when we came into the room, was fully open, her breasts and crotch exposed. She had her arms around Kate and me, holding us, rubbing our backs through our shirts as we shared affection with her.

I noticed that her breathing was becoming faster now, and I sometimes heard soft moans when our lips were meeting hers. My legs were wrapped tightly around her thigh. I squeezed them together, pressing my pussy against her hip as I kissed her mouth.

All at once the woman shuddered, her whole body rippling in a wave of what had to be erotic passion. This seemed to leave her almost breathless, but it also gave her new resolve.

Panting, she licked her lips, then shook her head and declared, “No,” more firmly than before.

“What’s wrong?” I asked.

“I’m sorry, girls, but, uh, you really have to go to bed now.”

“But why?” I complained. “Can’t we stay with you, Aunt Barbara, just a little longer? Please don’t send us away.”

“It’s just… no, you… you wouldn’t understand.”

Our aunt made a feeble effort to sit up then, but with the way Kate and I were hugging her, she wasn’t able to. Still lying on her back and breathing hard, she said, “I can’t explain, but… it’s… I’m sorry, you…”

“Did we say something wrong?” I asked. “Or do something bad?”

“Is it because of the pictures?” Kate said. “Are you mad at us for that?”

“No, no, of course I’m not mad. I love you kids. You didn’t do anything wrong.” She took a deep breath, then let it out in a heavy sigh. “I… I really can’t explain. It’s just…”

“I think I know,” I said.

“No, honey,” Aunt Barbara chuckled, “I’m sure you don’t. It’s, well, I can’t tell you.”

“I think I do know,” I insisted. “I mean, sometimes when I’m, like, practice-kissing with my girlfriends, you know, when we’re pretending we’re kissing a really cute guy or something… well, sometimes I get excited then, and it makes me want to, you know…”

Kate was frowning. She knew I never thought about boys when I was kissing a girl. Never ever.

However, what I’d said had definitely grabbed my aunt’s attention. She was looking at me with interest, waiting for me to go on.

“That’s what it was with you, right?” I said to her. “Like when I’m doing practice-kissing with my girlfriends, and I get all excited, and then I want to… that’s what you wanted.”

“Wanted what?”

“You know, to touch yourself. To masturbate. Isn’t that what you wanted?”

“Well…”

I smiled at my aunt. “It’s funny, I’ll be kissing my girlfriend, you know, just for practice — but then I get so totally turned on and I just can’t wait to be alone, so I can play with myself. Isn’t that what you wanted? To touch yourself?”

“Um, I…”

“You do masturbate, right? I mean, everybody does it. That’s what my mom says.”

“Your mother?”

“Yeah, I mean, she knows I do, and she says it’s fine. It’s normal. She says everybody does it. I know she does. She told me.”

“But…”

“Isn’t what you wanted to do? Touch yourself? Isn’t that why you got upset?”

“Well, uh… partly.”

“Yeah, I know how it is. But I mean, you don’t have to be embarrassed. It’s just us girls. Me and Kate don’t mind. In fact, we do it together sometimes.”

“You do?” Aunt Barbara’s eyes were wide.

“Yeah, we do,” my sister nodded.

“Sure. I’ve done it with Kate and with some of my girlfriends too,” I told my aunt. “We like it. Didn’t you ever do it sometimes with other girls when you were young? Tell the truth.”

She hesitated a moment, then giggled and said, “Well, yes, as a matter of fact, I did.”

“You liked it didn’t you?”

“Uh, yes, I did. I liked it a lot,” she smiled.

It looked like she was finally beginning to lighten up, so I decided to push my luck. “You wanna do it now, with us?”

“What?? No!!”

“Why not? Come on, it’ll be fun. There’s nothing wrong with it.”

“Yeah, come on!” said Kate.

“But — but you’re just young girls. And you’re, uh, my nieces.”

“So? What difference does that make?” I argued. “Come on, Aunt Barbara, let’s masturbate together.”

“No, we…”

“It’ll be fun,” Kate said. “I love doing it.”

“Well, but…”

“Would you rather have the light off?” I asked. “Would that make it better? You want to turn the lights off, and we’ll get in bed, and we won’t have to look at each other, but we’ll just masturbate together? Do you want to do it that way?”

As I was saying this, I’d pushed myself up to a sitting position. I gazed down at her, smiling. She was smiling too. We were almost there. She was definitely thinking about it. I bobbed my head, encouraging her.

“Well…” she began.

“With the light off, then it’s okay? Then you’ll do it?”

Our aunt glanced at Kate, then back at me.

“Please?” I begged. “I really want to.”

“Well, I suppose we…”

“Please?”

After taking a deep breath, the woman nodded, “All right.”

“Yay!” Kate cheered, kissing her cheek. “Thank you, Aunt Barbara!”

As the two of them sat up, I reached down and grabbed the bottom of my shirt with both hands, lifting it over my head and off. Tossing it away, I grinned, “We have to be naked, right? Don’t we?”

“Yeah, we do!” Kate laughed, pulling off her own t-shirt.

Our aunt looked back and forth between us, an 11-year-old girl and a 13-year-old girl, sitting nude on her bed. She slowly shook her head, muttering, “In for a penny, in for a pound,” then got to her feet, allowing the terry robe to fall to the floor.

Kate caught my eye, nodding excitedly.

Aunt Barbara leaned down and opened the door of the nightstand, removing a bottle. I saw ‘Jim Beam’ on the label. Picking up the glass I’d seen before, she poured it about one-quarter full. Then she turned to us with a smile and said, “If we’re really gonna do this, I need another.”

We watched as she brought the glass to her lips and downed the drink in one long gulp, smacking her lips when she finished. “Fuck, yeah,” she exclaimed. That was the first time we’d heard her use profanity.

“All right, kids, into bed,” she laughed. “Let’s all play with ourselves.”

We got inside, pulling the covers up to our chins, giggling. Aunt Barbara was in the middle. I was the closest to the lamp, so I reached over and switched it off. We were together in the dark, nude in our aunt’s bed, preparing to masturbate with her.

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The Joy of Looking, Chapter 103

  • Posted on February 10, 2016 at 1:39 pm

By Naughty Mommy

It was a restless night for me. Maybe it was all the rich food I’d eaten, especially at lunch, but also at dinner, when I ordered Shrimp Fra Diavolo. Anyway, I had wild dreams and woke up often, wondering where I was. I was sleeping in a strange bed, too, in an unfamiliar room, but at least Kate was there with me.

My dreams were almost all highly sexual, like I was living inside a porno movie. I remember it seemed that wherever I went, girls and women all around me were suddenly taking off their clothes — or just instantly became naked, the way it happens in a dream — and begging me for sex. Not only begging, but demanding, screaming, throwing themselves at me. Really little girls too, only 6 or 7 years old, and you know how much I like that!

In the last dream I had, just before morning, my mom was with me. We were back in New York City, like at my birthday, walking on one of the crowded streets. Every time we saw a beautiful woman or a cute young girl — and they were everywhere — my mother would say, “Go on, Julie, fuck her! Do it!” So I did. I grabbed them, right there on the sidewalk, and we had hot sex. It happened over and over. Most people just walked by, not seeming to mind at all or pay attention. Some of the women, though, would stop to watch us and start masturbating.

The last thing I remember before I woke up, I was tribbing with a teenage girl, and a bunch of gorgeous nude women were standing all around me, rubbing themselves. My mom was actually on my back somehow, humping me, yelling, “Fuck her, Julie, fuck her hard! Fuck them all!”

I awoke with a creamy wet pussy and a throbbing clit. Wet fingers too. I was lying on my stomach, both hands between my legs. The curtains were drawn in the room, but I could tell it was light outside. It was morning. I hadn’t climaxed yet in real life, but I was getting pretty close. For a minute or so, I thought about that last dream, replaying it my mind as I gently humped my fingers. It made me smile, and it also made me want to come.

Then I heard my sister kind of snuffle in her sleep, turning from her back onto her side, toward me. I looked at her cute face, then pulled the covers down a little bit and gazed at her sexy body. She was naked, of course. I heard Mommy’s voice again, urging me on. I wasn’t sure what time it was, but certainly well before Kate normally would wake up. Should I let her continue sleeping? My clit said no, and my mother strongly agreed.

I climbed on top of Kate, spreading her legs apart with my knees. I shoved my crotch against hers, put a hand over her breast, pinching the nipple, and kissed her mouth. She didn’t object — just the opposite. When she realized what was happening, my sister giggled sleepily, then put her arms around me and returned my kiss.

This wasn’t unusual for us. On the nights when Kate and I slept in the same bed, we often had sex first thing in the morning. We loved it. Normally after we finished, she would go back to sleep again, and that was fine. I would lie and watch her for a while, my pussy glowing with a post-orgasmic warmth.

On this particular morning, though, one climax wasn’t enough for me. Not nearly enough. First I humped my sister hard, my tongue thrusting into her mouth, until I made myself come on top of her. In my urgency, I was ahead of her. She hadn’t come yet. So I threw the covers off and crouched between Katie’s legs, fastening my mouth over her cunt. God, she tasted good. I sucked and licked, snaking my tongue inside her vagina, fucking her with my mouth, eating her. She climaxed pretty quickly.

Then I mounted the 11-year-old girl again, this time scissoring, lifting one of her legs up high, spreading her wide open. I fucked my sister pussy to pussy, hearing my mother’s voice inside as I did it: “Fuck them, Julie, fuck them all!” My pace was better now, more in tune with Kate’s, and she and I reached orgasm almost simultaneously.

But still I wanted more. Although I had come twice already, it wasn’t enough. Not after that incredible dream. Rolling onto my back, I grabbed her head, pulling it down between my legs. “Kate, eat me!” I demanded. “Eat my cunt! Make me come!”

“God, Julie!” she laughed, but then happily did what I asked of her.

* * *

After such a frenzied session of hot sex, even Kate wasn’t ready to go back to sleep again. So we got in the shower together, doing a little more kissing and touching and humping, though not quite going all the way.

We dried ourselves off and were in the bedroom rummaging through our bags, picking out clothes for the day, when we heard a knock at the door. Kate and I both were still naked. My sister stared at me, wide-eyed. I shrugged, calling, “Come in.”

Aunt Barbara took a step inside. “Oh!” she suddenly exclaimed.

She stood for a moment, hand over her mouth, looking back and forth between us. But I noticed she didn’t leave the room.

“Good morning,” I said nonchalantly, while I continued pulling out things to wear, jeans and socks and undies. I was careful to choose a very sexy pair of panties, and made sure Aunt Barbara could see them.

“Well, uh, sorry, girls,” she finally stammered, smiling at us. “I didn’t mean to surprise you in, uh… in your birthday suits. And, yes, good morning.”

She’d still made no move to depart, and wasn’t looking away, either. Our aunt was taking in our nubile naked bodies, almost studying us. It seemed to me she was trying to act casual about it, like this happened every day. But I thought I saw some color rising in her cheeks.

I deliberately walked across the room toward my sister, parading my nudity in front of Aunt Barbara. “Do you have my shirt in your bag?” I said to Kate, even though I knew she didn’t.

“What shirt?” she asked, turning to face me. I stood slightly off to the side, giving our aunt a nice view of Katie’s small boobs and hairless pussy.

“Um, anyway, I just wanted to tell you girls,” Aunt Barbara said, “that, uh, breakfast will be here in a few minutes, all right?”

“Okay, that’s fine,” I smiled, shifting my stance to open my legs wider, letting her take a very good look at me if she wanted to.

She did want to. Her eyes were riveted to my crotch. The woman stared at me, licking her lips, but then all at once seemed to catch herself. “Well, good!” she nodded. “So, I’ll see you in a few minutes then.”

As our aunt closed the door behind her, Kate and I burst into giggles.

* * *

During the morning meal, we talked about what we should do that day. I told Aunt Barbara that I was really hoping to spend some time down by the lake, checking it out. That made my sister happy. She grinned at me.

“Well, that should be fine,” said our aunt, “as long as you make sure you’re warm enough. Do you have heavy jackets? It’s cold outside, you know.”

We assured her we would definitely bundle up. Then I asked, “And, um, could we maybe go into the casino later? I mean, can you take us, so we can just look around and stuff?”

“Yes, certainly, we can do that,” Aunt Barbara smiled. “I’ll even take you into the back rooms, if you’d like, show you our surveillance systems, how we make sure no one’s cheating and all that.”

“That’d be really cool,” said Kate. “And, like, could we maybe gamble a little bit too? Play the slot machines or something?”

“Well, no, I don’t think that would be such a good idea.”

Kate looked disappointed.

“But I’ll tell you what,” Aunt Barbara said, “how about for lunch this afternoon, we’ll go for a little drive. I’ll take you to this diner I like. It’s kind of an older place, and it has some slots in the back. You can play those for a few minutes and I’m sure no one would mind.”

“Awesome!” Kate beamed. “Thanks!”

So, that’s what we did on Sunday. My sister got her fill of exploring the area around the lake, climbing a tree at one point, finding an abandoned bird’s nest, getting nice and dirty, having fun. It was fairly cold outside, but Kate didn’t seem to mind that, and I was just happy to be with her.

We went back in after an hour or so, getting warm and washing up. Then we received our tour of the casino, which was fascinating. I learned a lot about gambling and odds and counting cards and things like that, stuff I’d never thought about before. We ate burgers and fries at the diner that afternoon, then fed quarters into the slot machines for maybe twenty minutes. It actually got boring pretty fast.

Before driving back to the hotel, Aunt Barbara took us around the lake shore a little further and up into the surrounding mountains too, where we found quite a few spectacular views. Kate used the digital camera Dana had given her to take a bunch of pictures.

My sister had brought her Game Boy with her too, of course — she was never without that — so after we returned to the suite she and I played with it for a while. We traded back and forth, trying to beat each other’s scores. She slaughtered me.

Then I had an idea. I thought about the lanyards around our necks, the badges we were still wearing. We hadn’t done any shopping the day before, hadn’t really wanted to, but now I said, “Aunt Barbara?”

“Yes, honey?”

She was sitting in an armchair across from us in the hotel room, leafing though a fashion magazine. Kate and I were side by side on the sofa.

“Yesterday I saw a lingerie store downstairs, where the shops are,” I said. “It looked like they had some nice stuff in the windows. Could you take us down there, and we could maybe buy some things?”

“Lingerie?” she asked, raising an eyebrow. “Aren’t you a little young for that?”

“No,” I shook my head. “We both like stuff like that, Kate and me. Our mom takes us to Victoria’s Secret sometimes, at the mall, and lets us pick stuff out.”

“She does?”

“Uh-huh,” I nodded. Kate nodded too. “So, can we do that? Would you mind?”

“No, I don’t mind,” Aunt Barbara answered. She looked at her watch. It was about 5:00 o’clock. “Would you like me to come with you?”

“Yeah, could you? We can try stuff on and you can tell us what you think, okay?”

She agreed and we took the elevator down. The store I’d seen was called La Perla. My mom and I had visited one of their locations in New York. I remembered they had really nice things, although very expensive. This one at Lake Tahoe was a small boutique, with only one salesperson, an attractive and extremely curvy middle-aged blonde. She greeted us warmly. Apparently she and Aunt Barbara were already acquainted.

While the two of them chatted, Kate and I browsed through the lingerie, each choosing a few things to try on. There was only one changing room in the tiny shop. I tapped my aunt’s shoulder.

“Will you come in with us?” I asked. “Tell us what you like?”

“Well, uh…” she began to demur.

“Please?” I asked, using my best plaintive doe-eyed look.

The saleswoman appeared a trifle surprised at my request, but quickly hid her reaction, smiling politely. I gently tugged Aunt Barbara’s arm, and after only a moment’s hesitation, she acquiesced.

We crowded into the changing room. I’d brought in two pairs of tap pants, lacy and sheer, one in black and one in cream, along with matching bralettes, equally sheer. Kate had chosen a hot pink thong and two nighties, one red, one black, both completely see-through. We handed the items to our aunt to hold for us while we began to undress.

Kate seemed to understand what I was up to. It took only one glance between us to confirm our plan: lesbian seduction. As we removed our clothes, we each made sure to inadvertently rub our bodies — our arms, our legs, our butts — against Aunt Barbara as often as we could without making it too obvious.

Soon we both were naked. I was sure at one point that our aunt had been about to object, to suggest that we should at least leave our panties on while we tried on these other things, but she must have changed her mind, because she said nothing.

I took the black nightgown from Aunt Barbara, and helped Kate slip it on, tugging it down and straightening it, giving her bottom a little squeeze. The flimsy gown came to about mid-thigh and concealed nothing. You could easily see my sister’s belly button, her nipples, her bald slit through the sheer fabric.

Stepping back a bit, as much as I could inside the small booth, I asked, “What do you think? Do you like it on her?”

“Well, uh, yes,” said Aunt Barbara, “it’s… a very pretty style, anyway. Although perhaps… a little old for her.”

“Do you think?” I said, hand on my chin. “Hm, maybe. Lemme try my things on and see if you like ‘em better.”

It took only a moment to pull on the tap pants and the feather-light bra. I started with the cream set. When they were on, I turned side to side, showing myself to my aunt while admiring my reflection in the full-length mirror. “Am I too young for these, do you think?”

She cleared her throat, then said, “Julie, dear, they’re lovely. You’re lovely. It’s just that these things are intended, well, more for women, I think. Don’t get me wrong, you look very nice in them. But don’t you think you might like something a little more… in your age range?”

I shrugged. “Maybe, I don’t know. You’re saying, though, that this is really made for someone who has, like, more of a figure or something?”

“Yes, that’s right,” she nodded. “A woman.”

“I guess you might be right,” I agreed, as my gaze ran up and down her body. “Maybe someone like you. You have a great figure.”

“Well…”

“Cool idea!” said Kate, taking the black bra and tap pants set from her, holding them up. “I wanna see these on you, Aunt Barbara.”

“No, but —”

“Come on,” I begged, “please? We want to see what they look like on a real woman.”

“Well…”

It didn’t take much more cajoling. Our aunt acted like she was all hesitant and everything, but I got the feeling she really couldn’t wait to get her clothes off in front of us.

“All right, if you insist,” she smiled.

Aunt Barbara was wearing black pumps, tight black jeans, and a gold V-neck sweater that clung to her form. After handing the other nightgown to me, she bent and removed the high heels. She was still tall, around 5’7”, but didn’t tower over us quite so much with her shoes off. I noticed she had small bandages at the back of each foot.

She pulled the sweater over her head next, and carefully folded it, placing it on a bench beside our clothes. The bra she wore was flesh-colored and pushed up an already substantial chest. Her skin was tan, with a few freckles between her breasts. She undid her snakeskin belt, then opened her jeans and slowly pushed them down over her hips.

Kate and I watched as our aunt’s legs were revealed. They really were her best feature. She had a pretty face and her boobs certainly seemed impressive — but oh my god, her legs were just so long and gorgeous. They seemed to go on forever, and even though she was in her forties, they were lean and shapely. It looked like she spent a lot of time in the gym, or maybe running.

Aunt Barbara hung the jeans on a hook. Then she seemed to pause for a moment, as if asking herself, am I really going through with this? After a quick, almost imperceptible nod, she took a deep breath then reached behind her back and unhooked her bra, shrugging it off.

She’d obviously had a boob job. I’d seen enough porn to recognize one when I saw it. Her breasts would have been nice enough without that, I’m sure, but now they stood out on her chest, round globes with thick erect nipples. It took my breath away. I really prefer natural boobs, which is why I said her legs were my aunt’s best feature, but wow, I couldn’t take my eyes away from those hard nipples.

Kate had the same response, only more so, staring slack-jawed and wide-eyed. I thought for a second she might start to drool.

As she took the black bralette from my sister, I heard Aunt Barbara chuckle, evidently amused at our reaction. She slipped the little bra over her head and pulled it down across her breasts, carefully smoothing it in place. Did she really tweak her nipples as she was doing that? Is that what I saw? I couldn’t tell for sure, but perhaps she had.

She looked at herself I’m the mirror, turning side to side as I had. “I might want a larger size,” she said, “but this is very attractive. You have good taste, Julie.”

“Thanks. Um, are you gonna try the other, I mean, the panties on too?”

“Well, I don’t know, I’m not sure that’s necessary.”

“Aww, come on, please?” said Kate. “I really wanna see ‘em on you!”

“Yeah, I do too,” I nodded. “I want to see how a real woman looks in them.”

She chuckled again, shaking her head. “No, I don’t think so.”

“Please?” Kate and I begged in unison.

“It’s just, well…”

“Come on, please?” we implored.

At last, with a resigned sigh, Aunt Barbara agreed. And as she started to remove her satin panties — flesh-colored, the same as her bra — I discovered why she had been so hard to convince. This time it wasn’t an act. She was afraid that we might see… what we saw.

Our aunt tried her best to hide it, but in the small confines of the booth, that was impossible. As the panties came down and she stepped out of them, first one foot and then the other, my sister and I could hardly fail to notice a dark wet stain in the center, a spot so full of gooey liquid it was positively gleaming. Seeing Kate and me in that sexy lingerie had definitely turned her on, whether or not the things we wore were “in our age range.”

She bunched the panties in her fist and quickly shoved them into the front pocket of her jeans, but it was already too late. The secret was out: Aunt Barbara liked girls, even young girls, only 11 and 13 years old.

There was another thing we saw too. Our aunt had a bush, dark curly pubic hair. She’d trimmed the edges, but there was still a lot of hair. And in that hair were droplets of moisture, pussy juice. I could even see sticky strands between the hairs, clear evidence of her erotic arousal.

Aunt Barbara took the tap pants from Kate and pulled them up. It occurred to me then that as she wet as she was, it was going to leave a noticeable mark inside those expensive undies. Which, I’m sure, is why after she got them on she looked at herself only briefly in the mirror before saying, “Yes, I like these very much. I think I’ll buy them.”

Without another word, she took her jeans off the hook and stepped into them, quickly doing them up, then pulled the gold sweater over her head. Underneath she was wearing the La Perla panties and bra — with the tags still on them!

“Okay, girls, it’s almost time for dinner,” she said with what felt like forced casualness. “So, what do you think, do you like those things you have on? Would you like to pick something else? Anything you want, it’s fine.”

Smiling broadly, she stepped into her pumps, then opened the door of the booth. “I’ll just wait for you kids out here.”

A moment later, my sister and I were alone.

“Wow,” Kate said softly.

“Yeah, wow,” I agreed, nodding my head.

We didn’t have to say anything else. We both knew what we’d seen and what it meant, even if we couldn’t yet know what the final outcome would be.

As we started to change back into our clothes, I decided I really didn’t want my aunt to buy anything for me that day. I mean, $140 for a pair of panties? That’s ridiculous!

When Kate and I left the changing room, however, we found that the decision was out of our hands. The items we had with us — Kate’s two nighties and a thong, my cream-colored bra and tap pants set — were already paid for! Not only that, but Aunt Barbara insisted I choose something else as well, since Kate had three things. I tried to get out of it, I really did, but eventually gave in. I let her purchase an incredibly beautiful short silk robe for me too. It was almost $600!! Oh well, you only live once, I suppose, so you may as well do it dressed elegantly.

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The Secret Society of the Pussycats Club, Chapter 24

  • Posted on February 9, 2016 at 5:25 pm

By Cheryl Taggert

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“Now, let’s show Mom the movie,” Carolyn said.

“What’s so special about this movie?” Donna asked.

The three girls just looked at her and grinned.

They had plenty to be happy about. Donna had just agreed to let them have the orgy that Friday night. Carolyn and Candace looked forward to meeting other girls like themselves, not to mention all of the orgasms they would be having.

But now, it was time to show Donna the movie. It was basically an orgy with two women, both 29, and five girls, ranging in age from 8 to 13. Becca, Carolyn, and Candace had already watched this movie, and in it, the women and girls all sort of introduced themselves, using only first names and ages. The one named Lisa told about how they had all discovered sex, and the girls talked about how much they loved doing what they do, insisting that nobody had forced them to do anything, including making the movies.

Three of the young girls were Lisa’s niece Jenny, who was 12, and her daughters, Tina, 9, and Erin, 7. Cheryl, the other lady, was the mother of Tammy, 13, and Emily, 8.

As the movie began and a woman named Lisa introduced the others, Donna felt her pussy gushing fluid. Was this going to be what she thought it would be? Were these women really going to have sex with these little girls? And were the girls really going to have sex with each other? Donna’s mouth dried up at the thought she was actually going to watch this very illegal porn.

As they watched, Carolyn and Candace began to play with each other’s pussy. Becca reached over and began to massage Donna’s slit, loving how wet the woman was getting as she watched the women and girls in the movie.

Soon, because she had seen the movie already that afternoon, Becca got on her knees in front of Donna and began to make oral love to the woman’s pussy. She delighted in the taste and was in heaven as she licked and sucked the pussy to a powerful orgasm.

When she’d finished getting Donna off, Candace was there, ready to take over. The ten-year-old dove into her mother’s pussy, licking and sucking as if she would die of starvation if she didn’t get all of her mother’s vaginal cream that she could.

Carolyn had moved to where she could get at her mother’s breasts. She was licking the nipples, sucking and nibbling them, with the same apparent need that Candace was showing.

Becca got down to where she could move between the sisters’ lovely mounds. She would lick Candace for a while then move to suck on Carolyn’s pussy.

Donna came again, which seemed to signal another move by the sisters. This time, Carolyn was eating her mother and Candace got down to lick Becca, who took the opportunity to move to the Donna’s breasts and take over where Carolyn had left off.

Donna came again, and then the sisters moved into a sixty-nine. The movie had ended by then, and Donna pushed Becca onto her back on the sofa and started licking the teenager’s pussy.

When Becca heard the two sisters begin their climaxes, she allowed her own to take her body over. She spasmed and rocked against Donna’s hungry mouth, feeling the woman’s tongue and lips massage her clitoris as spasm after spasm shook her.

Following their orgasms, the woman and four girls gathered on the floor and began to kiss each other, tongues wrapping around tongues, hands squeezing butts and boobs. Soon, they moved into a daisy chain that would occasionally alter a bit as far as who was licking whom. This continued until all of them had come at least twice more.

They finally lay there, bathed in sweat and sexual juices, catching their breath and getting enough energy together to get up and sit once again on the sofa.

“Ready for the other movie that has the same families?” Candace asked. Donna looked at her in utter surprise, and the girls all laughed.

“I’m not sure I can take another one like that,” Donna said. “I think my pussy’s worn out for tonight. I think I came something like five times.”

“That’s okay,” said Carolyn. “You can watch it tomorrow night.”

“Well, maybe the night after that,” Donna said. “Where did you get such a movie?”

“From Aunt Daphne,” said Candace. “She left both of them here.”

Her sister? She had movies like that? Where on earth did she get them? Did she know these people in the movie? All of these questions zipped through her mind as she thought about the scenes from the movie she had watched. What would the other movie be like? Part of her couldn’t wait to find out, while another part — her pussy to be exact — knew watching it would lead to some major soreness later.

But she was so curious!

“Have you watched the other movie yet?” she asked her daughters and Becca.

“Yeah,” said Candace. “It’s about the older girls getting caught together by the younger ones, who join in, and then the one named Lisa comes in and it’s like she’s the mom and she catches them together. Then they talk the ‘mom’ into joining them. It’s kinda cool cuz it’s sorta like how we got you to do stuff with us.”

Donna looked at the TV, its screen blank. What the hell? She could refrain from anything until Friday to let the soreness subside.

“Put it on,” she said, and sat back to watch.

After she had come twice more watching the movie and masturbating, she finally went to bed, allowing the girls to stay up late. They had more stamina than she did, apparently.

Climbing into bed, she took out her phone and called Daphne.

“So, tell me where you got these movies,” was the first thing she said when Daphne answered.

“Did you enjoy them?”

“Of course. Now, give.”

Lying back, she listened to her sister, who was obviously touching herself while she told Donna about the movies and how she got them.

Donna couldn’t help it. She ended up masturbating on the phone with Daphne, coming with her sister one more time before sleep. She wasn’t sure what was happening with her desires for young girls, but she was happy with the outcome.

Becca, Carolyn, and Candace went to bed together in Carolyn’s room where the three of them masturbated to the day’s last orgasm while talking about the upcoming party. At some point in the night, Carolyn awoke and ended up going down on Becca again. This woke Candace up, who masturbated to yet another orgasm while watching her sister make love to Becca.

It was a wonderful night for them all.

********

The next morning Lisa and Jennifer, enjoying their summer vacation away from teaching, awoke to the sound of their doorbell. Glancing at the bedside clock, they saw it was already past 9:00. The doorbell sounded again.

“Who could that be?” Lisa wondered aloud, stretching her naked body in preparation for getting out of bed.

“Whoever it is, tell them to go away. I’m not awake yet.”

“Yes you are, silly. Otherwise you wouldn’t be talking to me.”

“Go fuck yourself,” Jennifer mumbled into the pillow.

“I’d rather fuck you,” Lisa said. Getting out of bed and still half asleep, she almost went straight to the door to see who was there but returned to put on a robe. The doorbell sounded again, insisting she answer it.

“I’m coming,” Lisa said to the room.

Jennifer, who was more awake than she wanted to admit, peeked at her lover and said, “No, you’re not. I know what you look like when you’re coming. You’re definitely not coming right now. But maybe when you shoo away whoever is waking us up, we can remedy that.”

Lisa smiled at Jennifer before going out to see who was there.

She peeked through the peephole of the door and was surprised to see a woman she didn’t recognize with Monica, the girl who had more or less crashed the orgy they’d had a few weeks before. They looked so much alike she knew it was obviously Monica’s mother, whom she’d never met despite having taught Monica.

The tiny hairs on the back of her neck stiffened in sudden fear. Had she found out about the orgy? Was she there to have it out with them? Were they about to be arrested? Lisa wasn’t sure. The mother, who seemed rather nervous herself, said something to Monica, but Monica looked insistent and rang the bell again.

That was a good sign. The mom seemed to want to leave, but Monica was the one insisting they stay. That eased Lisa’s mind a bit, since she figured the mom would be the persistent one if the woman planned to have them arrested.

Then she wondered again what this could be about. Certainly not grades at this late date.

Jennifer joined her, wondering why Lisa hadn’t opened the door yet.

“What the fuck is going on?” she asked. “Why haven’t you opened the door to let them in? Who is it?”

“It’s Monica, the girl from the orgy a few weeks ago and her mom.”

“Her mom?” Jennifer sounded worried, obviously coming to the same conclusion Lisa had.

“Yes, but the mom is looking nervous and wants to leave. Monica is the stubborn one.”

“Well, open the fucking door. They obviously aren’t going away.”

Taking a deep breath, Lisa opened the door just as Monica was about to ring again.

“Hi!” Monica said, all cheerfulness and smiles.

“Um, hi,” Lisa said, followed by the same greeting from Jennifer.

“We’re sorry we woke you, but Monica insisted we meet,” Monica’s mom said. She blushed with the embarrassment of having intruded on Lisa and Jennifer’s morning.

“Um, no…no…it’s okay. We needed to get up anyway,” Lisa lied to be polite. Then, realizing they were still outside, she stepped back, motioning for them to enter the condo. “Please, come in.”

As the woman followed Monica inside, she introduced herself. “I’m Ashley, Monica’s mother.”

“Hi, Ashley,” Lisa said, feeling like a very under-dressed hostess. “I’m Lisa, and this is my roommate, Jennifer.”

“Yes, I know. I’m sorry I never made it to any PTA meetings or anything else to meet you. Life for a single mom can get rather busy, and Monica always does so well in school anyway, without my interference.” Ashley smiled at her lovely daughter, whom Lisa and Jennifer knew was not only a good student, but also a little sexpot.

They all stood there a moment in the small foyer. The awkwardness was uncomfortable for everyone but Monica, who was still beaming and staring bright-eyed at her teachers, openly displaying an obvious crush.

Jennifer broke the odd silence. “Would anyone else like some coffee?”

Ashley and Lisa both said yes, and Jennifer looked down at Ashley. “What about you, hon? What would you like?”

“Do you have some…juice?” Monica asked, winking at her during the slight pause.

Jennifer was taken aback at the girl’s daring. Her mother was standing right there and could have seen the innuendo behind the request. Monica just continued grinning.

After coffee and juice were served, the three women and Monica sat in the living room to chat. Lisa and Jennifer were still in their robes, and Monica was enjoying that since the robes were almost sheer enough to see through to the naked flesh beneath, but not quite. She decided to get things rolling.

She hadn’t told her mom she wanted the four of them to have sex when she had talked her into coming to the condo to meet the teachers. She had told her about the orgy, of course, but her teachers were unaware of that entirely. Monica wanted to say something bold, something daring, to get the subject to sex and the real reason she had begged her mom to bring her there, using the excuse that she wanted her to meet the sexy teachers. She had managed to talk her mom into going to the orgy, but she hadn’t told her the two women sitting in the nearly sheer robes would be there.

The three women were making idle chitchat when Monica thought of what she would say. She interrupted the women.

“Mom?” They all looked at the pretty twelve year old.

“Yes, Honey?”

“The couch you’re sitting on is where Miss Simmons licked my pussy while Miss Taylor sat on my face and let me lick hers.”

Monica grinned then burst out laughing at the looks of complete shock on the women’s faces. Ashley’s hand flew to her suddenly gaping mouth, her face turning a bright red, as the teachers looked as if they wanted the room to open up and swallow them.

When Monica realized Miss Taylor was about to burst into tears, she realized maybe she’d gone too far and rushed into an explanation. “She knows already!” she said to the teachers. “We had sex together, my mom and me!”

“Monica!” Ashley said, now near tears herself.

Jennifer, who seemed to have processed what Monica had said before Lisa, spoke up.

“Okay, everyone hold on a second.” Lisa and Ashley looked at her, as if waiting for guidance in how to handle this situation.

“Monica, are you telling us that you and your mom are lovers?”

Monica nodded, her eyes downcast.

“Oh, God! What you must think of me! Monica, why did you tell them?” Ashley said.

“I wanted to…you know…have some…fun.”

Ashley’s brow furrowed in anger. “You thought saying that and shocking everyone would be fun?”

“Well, not really…I mean…that’s not the kind of fun I meant.”

The backs of all three women slowly straightened simultaneously as they finally understood. They looked at each other and blushed, all three wondering if the others were okay with doing this.

“I’m sorry,” Monica said. “I just thought how cool it would be…you know…to…do stuff together. I didn’t mean to make anyone mad.”

“Well,” said Lisa, then was silent. She wasn’t sure what to say next. She looked over at Ashley, who was a strikingly sexy woman. Then she looked at Jennifer, who was looking at her.

“You must think I’m terrible,” Ashley said.

“Mom, they had Heather, Tina, and their mother over for the orgy. They don’t think bad of you.” Monica looked at her teachers. “Do you?”

“Of course not,” Lisa said.

“No,” said Jennifer. “In fact, we’re jealous that you have this lovely little one to have fun with any time you want.”

The three women looked at each other, and the knowledge was in their eyes. They all knew at that moment that Monica’s little trick would work, after all.

Jennifer stood up and, pulling Lisa from her chair, kissed her, allowing her tongue to seek her partner’s and her hands to move to her shapely butt. She squeezed the twin globes as their kiss heated up.

Pulling back for a moment, Lisa looked into Jennifer’s eyes. “I love you,” she whispered and the two women continued their kiss. Lisa began to pull Jennifer’s robe off, leaving her naked in front of Ashley and her young daughter. Then Jennifer stripped Lisa before her hands went back to massage her lover’s butt cheeks, delving lower to touch the small rosebud.

Ashley watched this with growing lust. The teachers’ actions were heating her pussy quickly. She glanced at Monica and saw her young daughter pulling her shorts off, followed by her panties and shirt, her flip-flops already having been discarded. Ashley was now the only person in the room with any clothes on.

Monica stood and went to her mother, kissing her as she began to undress her. Soon, Ashley was naked as well and Monica began to kiss the woman’s shoulders, working down to her breasts, the nipples stiffening in anticipation of the contact of Monica’s lips.

Lisa and Jennifer broke their kiss to look at what the mother-daughter pair were doing. Jennifer winked at Lisa and stooped to get at Ashley’s pussy while Lisa lay on the floor to suck and lick Monica’s.

The taste of the twelve year old’s pussy was intoxicating. The sweetness of the nectar produced deep inside the young girl stimulated Lisa’s taste buds as well as her clit. She felt like some goddess being offered a feast of the most succulent food available to mankind — or womankind.

She pushed her tongue deep into the recesses of the girl’s cunt. The few hairs that had sprouted on the girl’s mound tickled her nose in a most delicious way.

“I want to taste you.” The words, spoken by Monica, pulled Lisa momentarily from her feast as the girl arranged herself to engage in a sixty-nine with her former teacher. Lisa spread her thighs to allow the young girl to lick and suck her. Soon, they were both approaching their orgasms, the only question being who would start hers first.

Jennifer had managed to move herself to the couch so she and Ashley could make love to each other. At first they used hands to rub and stimulate the other’s pussy, but Ashley wanted to eat the teacher’s cunt, so they moved to accomplish their own sixty-nine, each of them relishing the taste of the other.

Jennifer loved it that Ashley was bare, having shaved and waxed recently. The women chewed and licked and sucked — whether for a few minutes or a few hours, neither could tell.

Jennifer placed her hand where her fingers could massage the woman’s butthole, and feeling the stimulation, Ashley did the same.

Soon, all four were entering the bliss of their orgasms. They each moaned and grunted their climaxes into the slit of the one they were licking, the vibrations from their vocalizations enhancing the climax of their partners.

“Oh, my God!” Jennifer said, as she rolled off Ashley.

“That was wonderful!” Monica said.

The four looked at each other, took deep breaths, and exchanged partners, Monica now with Jennifer and Ashley with Lisa.

They continued making love for the next hour, until finally they needed nourishment that didn’t come from a pussy.

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The Joy of Looking, Chapter 102

  • Posted on February 9, 2016 at 5:24 pm

By Naughty Mommy

Note: Chapters 99-102 were published at Juicy Secrets in October 2015 as The Joy of Lake Tahoe. They are a part of this story, however, and so I’ve included them here, with a few edits to make them fit the current flow. At Chapter 103, we resume with completely new material.  

“Fuck, yes.”

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

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

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

“Um, okay.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Awesome,” Kate giggled.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Uh-huh,” Fucker nodded. “I like it.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I know,” she smiled.

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

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

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

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

* * *

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Taste tests?”

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

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

“Yes?”

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

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

“Uh-huh. I mean, yes, ma’am.”

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

“Oh, okay, sure. That sounds good.”

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

“It’s a quarter to 4:00.”

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

“Are you going home today?” I asked.

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

“That’s a drag.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Ewww…”

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

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

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

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

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The Joy of Looking, Chapter 101

  • Posted on February 8, 2016 at 4:49 pm

By Naughty Mommy

Note: Chapters 99-102 were published at Juicy Secrets in October 2015 as The Joy of Lake Tahoe. They are a part of this story, however, and so I’ve included them here, with a few edits to make them fit the current flow. At Chapter 103, we resume with completely new material.  

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Come on,” she motioned.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You wanna kiss me?” the blonde girl grinned.

“Fuckin’ A.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yours usually are, Julie,” Kate giggled.

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

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

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

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

We both looked at her.

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

“Uh-uh. What?”

“I wanna see you guys kiss.”

“Really?” Kate asked.

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

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

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

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

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

“I love kissing Julie. She is so damn hot.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I looked at Kate, eyebrows raised. She shrugged.

“Hey Fucker,” I ventured, “you okay?”

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

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

“Man,” said Kate.

“Goddamn,” I added.

“But you know what?” said Fucker.

“What?”

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

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

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

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

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

“Hello?”

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

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

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

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

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

“Okay.”

“You’re sure you’re not bored?”

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

“I’m glad to hear that.”

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

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

“All right. Thanks.”

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

“Okay, bye.”

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

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

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

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

When we were finally completely stuffed, we sat back in our chairs around the table, grinning at each other. We were all a sloppy mess, but none worse than Fucker. She had smears of chocolate covering her face and hands, and the more she tried to wipe it off, the more it seemed to spread. We started to giggle and couldn’t stop, soon shrieking with laughter until our stomaches ached — if not from all the laughing, then from all the rich food we’d just packed in.

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

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

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

“Hell yeah, I do.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Is that what you want?” I asked.

There was a moment of

 

waiting

 

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

“Fuck. Yes.”

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The Secret Society of the Pussycats Club, Chapter 23

  • Posted on February 7, 2016 at 2:32 pm

By Cheryl Taggert

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When Donna pulled into her driveway, she noticed Becca’s car. She knew the young girl would be staying with her daughter, or rather daughters, for the remainder of the week until Saturday, but seeing her car there caused a wave of excitement to wash over her. The ripple seemed to emanate from her skin and rumble toward her crotch, where it was absorbed there, causing her clit to stiffen slightly. She was so turned on by the thought of what would be happening over the next few days with Becca and her daughters that she could feel the cream seeping from her inner softness.

Getting out of the car, she walked briskly to the front door and, taking a deep breath, entered the house. She heard the girls in the kitchen and could smell the aroma of spaghetti sauce simmering on the stove. Her tummy grumbled, reminding her she’d eaten only a small salad for lunch.

When she stepped into the kitchen, however, she got a wonderful surprise. All three girls were naked, except that Carolyn wore an apron that said “Kiss the Cook” on it. The twin globes of her ass cheeks were framed on three sides by the hemmed edges of the apron and the apron strings that were tied in a bow at her trim waist.

As her gaze wandered over the lovely girls, her vision settled on Becca. She had never seen the seventeen year old naked, and to say the girl was as lovely as Donna figured she’d be was an understatement akin to saying that the sun’s surface was a bit warm. The girls were busy with preparations and hadn’t noticed Donna yet, so she had a moment to take in the sheer beauty that surrounded her. Her mouth had begun to water because of the delicious smells in the room, but she could feel her mouth water even more at the thought that she would be licking all of these pussies that evening.

The quickness with which she’d become what she could only describe as a pussy slut came over her for what must have been the hundredth time in the past few days. She was shocked at how fast she had transitioned from what might be called an “average” mother to one who lusted after her daughters — and their friends. Her heartbeat grew more rapid, her breath became more ragged, and her pussy became wetter — all in a matter of seconds.

The idea she was a pedophile only added to her excitement because she knew the young girls she wanted were standing naked in her kitchen, looking forward to the fun they would have. She certainly didn’t have to worry about forcing anyone to do anything to satisfy her needs.

Candace saw her mother first, and her face broke into a grin. “Hi, Mommy!” She stopped buttering the loaf of French bread and ran into her mother’s arms.

Donna looked down at the lovely ten year old and was surprised when Candace kissed her, but not in what most people would think was an appropriate way. Donna still wasn’t used to the new relationship she had with her daughters, despite her longings and the acceptance of who and what she was, and things like full kisses on the lips accompanied by an exploring tongue still took her by surprise at times.

“We’re glad you’re home!” Candace said, still grinning. “We made spaghetti!”

“So I see,” Donna said, still relishing the taste of her daughter’s lips and tongue.

“Hey, Mom,” Carolyn said with a smile as she added the pasta to the boiling water.

“Hi, Ms. Shea!” Becca said, blushing. “Would you like a glass of wine?”

“Yes, please,” Donna replied.

“Here, let me help you with this,” Candace said and went behind her mother to unzip her dress.

“Uh,” Donna said, not sure if she wanted to have her younger daughter strip her in front of Becca, but by the time she was able to say anything, her dress was in a puddle at her feet and Candace was pulling the straps of her slip off her shoulders and allowing it to join the dress.

Now, Donna stood there in bra, panties, pantyhose, and shoes. She could feel Becca’s eyes on her revealed flesh, and she blushed. When Candace unhooked her bra, Donna found her voice. Clasping the loosened bra to her, she said, “Wait a second, baby. Let me just get used to this for a second, okay?”

“Used to what?” Candace asked, unaware her mom might be embarrassed at the situation.

“Candace,” said Becca, understanding completely, “your mom’s never been naked in front of me before. I’m sure it’s something she needs to, you know, take her time with.”

Donna looked at Becca with appreciation, suddenly aware of how much courage it had taken for Becca to be nude when her friends’ mother had entered the room. Even though they had been planning this little orgy for days, being naked like this was quite daring.

Finished with preparing the salad, Becca strolled across the room, handed Donna a chilled glass of Sauvignon Blanc, and took Donna’s hand, leading her into the formal living room where they could be alone for a moment. Candace tried to follow, but Carolyn stopped her.

“Candace, why don’t you finish the bread before joining them, okay?” she said. Her sister gave her a look of disappointment before accepting that dinner had to come first…before she could come.

Becca sat on the loveseat, feeling as if their roles had been reversed and she was the lady of the house, and Donna the young visitor. Donna sat beside her, placing the wineglass on the end table, allowing Becca to say whatever she had to say before responding.

“I really hope you really are…um…well, okay with this,” she stammered.

“Okay with it?!” Donna said. “I can’t wait for the fun to start!”

Becca smiled with relief. Despite everything that had been planned and that she’d been told it was okay, she still needed to hear it directly from Donna. She pulled the adult into a hug, wrapping her arms around her neck. She could feel the loose garment of Donna’s bra nearly dangling between them. “Do you mind?” she asked, gripping the straps gently.

Now or never went through Donna’s mind before she said, “Please do.”

Becca removed the bra and sat back to gaze at the older woman’s breasts. They were capped with quarter-sized pink areola and a tiny nub of flesh that poked out from the center. As she looked at the nipples, they puckered with growing excitement as if wanting to show themselves off. She looked into Donna’s eyes, the desire evident on her face. Donna nodded, almost imperceptibly, and Becca moved down to suck, nibble, and lick the offered flesh.

Donna gasped at the contact and sat back to enjoy the teenager’s attention.

While she enjoyed the woman’s nipples, Becca moved her hand down Donna’s tummy to the waistline of her pantyhose, and pushed beneath the tight material to touch the warm pussy through her panties.

The hand and arm were a tight fit, so Donna reached down to push the hosiery down to mid-thigh to allow the girl easier access. Already Becca’s touch had sent small spasms coursing through her body, this time starting at her pussy and working out.

Becca stopped what she was doing long enough to push the pantyhose down and off, taking Donna’s shoes with the garment. Once that was accomplished, Becca stood and moved to where she could position her pussy on Donna’s thigh and still be able to make love to the woman’s gorgeous breasts. As she kissed, licked, sucked, and nibbled the tender flesh, she ground her bare pubic mound against Donna’s leg.

While humping Becca’s leg, Donna managed to let her know she wanted a kiss by putting both hands under the teen’s arms and pulling up.

Now the two were grinding away at the other’s leg, doing whatever they could to increase the contact. Each felt a jolt of sexual energy every time her clit came in contact with her partner’s thigh. Becca had been waiting all day for this and could feel the orgasm surging from deep within her. Donna, however, was surprised at how quickly she was going to climax. She hadn’t realized she was that close, but the intimacy had driven her desire — her need — to new heights.

The two came simultaneously, as if their bodies were in perfect synchronization, tuned ideally to the rhythms of the other.

Their moans brought the sisters in from the kitchen. They watched in grinning fascination as their mother and best friend brought themselves to crashing orgasms while never letting up on the kiss that lasted throughout the peak of their pleasure.

Carolyn glanced down at Candace as she noticed movement. Her little sister was masturbating openly as she watched the pair on the loveseat.

When Becca and Donna managed to look at the doorway, they giggled and hid their faces in each other’s necks. Finally, they managed to get to their feet, turning just in time to see Candace bring herself to an orgasm. Carolyn watched her sister get herself off, smiling down at the lovely preteen.

Donna reached for the warming glass of wine on the table beside the loveseat. “I guess I didn’t need this to loosen me up, after all,” she chuckled.

Becca reached out and in a swift motion, pulled Donna’s panties down to her knees where the woman allowed them to fall to the carpeted floor. All three girls wanted to lick the exposed pussy, but the timer going off in the kitchen reminded them there was a good supper to be had.

Carolyn’s face took on a look of shock. “The pasta!” Hurrying to the kitchen, she was happy to find she had not left it boiling without being stirred for too long, which would have resulted in thick ropes of spaghetti. The timer for the bread sounded, and she called loudly, “It’s soup!” to indicate dinner was ready.

Turning, she realized everyone had followed her. They were standing within three feet of her and had been startled by the sudden shout. They all burst into laughter before serving themselves.

After dinner, they adjourned to the den, where the TV was. The girls all grinned at each other, knowing Donna was in for quite a surprise when they turned on the very illegal DVD. The first one was inserted in the player, waiting for them to start the show.

“Before we do this,” Carolyn said, “we have to talk to Mom about Friday.”

The other girls nodded as Donna asked, “What about Friday?”

“Well, you see, we…um…we have some plans we think you might like,” said Carolyn.

“Yeah, plans,” added Candace.

“Shush, Candace. Let me and Becca handle this,” Carolyn said, drawing a look of annoyance from Candace that Carolyn ignored, knowing everything would be fine with her little sister once Mom said yes and the movie started.

Donna felt unsure as she glanced from Carolyn to Candace and back. This was obviously something that she might not like, based on Carolyn’s response to Candace. “Handle…what, exactly?” she asked, looking and sounding suspicious.

Carolyn began, “Well, you know we have this big house and all. And we have the pool and privacy fence. And this big den with the TV and games and stuff…”

“Yeeesss?” Donna said, waiting for the other shoe to drop.

“And it’s like, the perfect house for a party,” Carolyn continued.

“Oh, no!” said Donna. “We’re not having a party the night before your dad gets home.”

“Why not?” asked Candace, despite the warning to stay out of it from Carolyn.

“Too much crap to clean up before he gets here,” Donna said.

“We’ll all help!” Carolyn said.

“No!” Donna said.

The girls looked crestfallen. Carolyn looked at Becca and said, “I guess you better tell everyone it’s off.”

“You mean you already invited people?” Donna asked.

“Well, we never imagined you wouldn’t want to have this party. I mean, Mom, it’s not just an average party. It’s… well… it’s an orgy.”

“An orgy?! You invited MEN?!” Donna was beside herself.

“No, Mom. Not THAT kind of orgy. A… um… an all-girl orgy.”

“Yeah,” Candace said. “A pussy party!”

Donna looked at Becca and asked, “Just how many did you invite?”

For a moment, Donna sounded to Becca as if she might give in since people had been invited. “Fourteen, including us,” said Becca. “No, wait, really sixteen,” she said, deciding to include Lynn and Lori.

“You’ve invited…” she paused, doing the simple subtraction of the four of them, “twelve women to an orgy with us?!”

“Not just women, Mom,” Carolyn said. “Girls too.”

“Girls?”

“Yeah. As young as eight,” Carolyn replied, hoping this would sway her mom.

“Are these girls already involved with an adult?” Donna asked, incredulous that women her daughters knew had initiated sex with girls that young. She was reminded of her earlier thoughts when she was standing in the kitchen. Apparently, she — and her sister Daphne — were far from alone when it came to having sex with willing young girls.

“Yes,” said Becca. “I’ve already been to an orgy with most of them. The other two are cousins of mine. The youngest, Lori, is the eight year old.”

Donna felt as if she’d stepped into some weird TV program. “Have you had sex with your cousins?” she asked Becca.

“Well, no, but they have had sex with an adult babysitter, and they love it.”

“Will the babysitter be coming over with them?” Donna asked, still trying to sort everything out in her head.

“No, she lives in Florida,” Becca said. “They met her when they went on a vacation recently.”

“Who are the others?” Donna wanted to know. She was still having a hard time understanding that her daughters, or at least Becca, knew that many women who were into sex with young girls.

“Let’s see,” Becca said, counting off each person she named on her fingers. “There’s Heather and Tina, who are sisters. I think they’re eleven and twelve. And Susan, their friend, who’s also twelve, along with their mothers, Cheryl and Mia. Monica, who sorta invited herself to the orgy I went to a few weeks ago. She’s twelve. Oh, and her mother, Ashley. Us four, and your sister, Daphne, plus my two cousins.”

“That makes only fourteen,” Donna said, still a bit confused and amazed at the popularity of what she had thought was something only she and Daphne enjoyed.

“Oh, yes. I forgot Lisa and Jennifer, Heather and Susan’s middle school teachers.”

Donna stared at Becca, who had just listed these people as if she were naming friends who liked being at the beach, not going to all-girl orgies. More than that, really. They were all-girl, incestuous orgies involving pedophilia.

“Are you sure none of these people are police officers?”

Becca laughed. “If they are, they’re just as guilty as we are,” she said. “Every adult I named has had sex with someone younger than eighteen. Much younger! And that someone is, more often than not, their daughters.”

Donna looked at her daughters, whose pleading looks reminded her of when they were younger and wanted ice cream from the street vendor driving the ice cream truck with its cheery music. How times had changed!

Then she began to think about what this party would entail. She realized there would be very willing little girls there. She wondered what it would be like to make love to the bald pussy of an eight year old child longing for someone to lick her pussy. She looked at Candace and recalled what her daughter was like two years ago when she was only eight. She had wondered that first day what it would have been like to make love to her back then. Candace had started having sex at the tender age of six. And apparently had loved it. Of course, her pussy was still hairless, but not as small as it had been when she was eight…or six for that matter.

She realized her hand had crept to her own wet slit and she was rubbing herself. She wondered what it would feel like to have an eight year old girl licking her there.

She finally spoke.

“Okay. We’ll have this orgy, but if ANYTHING goes wrong, we’re all going to jail or to juvenile hall. So NOTHING can go wrong. Got it?”

“YAY!!” the girls jumped up and hugged each other in their excitement, hopping around in a circle.

“Now, let’s show Mom the movie,” Carolyn said.

“What’s so special about this movie?” Donna asked.

The three girls just looked at her and grinned.

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