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Masturbation Methods and Timing

  • Posted on November 21, 2015 at 11:20 pm

By Cheryl Taggert

I have been lucky enough to have had sex with a number of other girls in my life. One thing I’ve found is that we all seem to have a favorite way to masturbate. Some girls love plunging fingers inside themselves, or playing with their ass while rubbing or fingering their pussies. Others are water lovers. They enjoy lying down in the tub while the faucet runs, splashing their pussies into orgasms, or they enjoy standing in pools where the filter jet pushes the water along for filtration. Still others are humpers, choosing to hump a pillow or other soft item like a stuffed toy, or maybe their own hands and fingers.

My first question to you readers is this: What is your favorite method of getting yourself off?

My next question has to do with issues of time. How old were you (approximately) when you first discovered that touching yourself felt good “down there”? How old were you (approximately if you can’t recall exactly) when you had your first self-induced orgasm? What other circumstances accompanying that event might we be interested in hearing?

As the poser of these questions, I will, of course, go first. (And to my wife, Lisa, you are REQUIRED to answer this!! No, I’m not bullshitting! Everyone will LOVE your story!)

I love to masturbate in a variety of ways, including all the ones I mentioned above, depending on my mood, but to be honest there’s something special about humping things. I love to lie on my belly and rub myself against a pillow or a stuffed animal. (Yes, I still have stuffed animals. Pooh Bear LOVES my pussy, you see.) Sometimes my fingers join in to help massage my clit to orgasm; sometimes they don’t. I’ve had Lisa video me doing this to myself, and I must say she’s right when she says I have a lovely ass, especially when it’s going up and down like that and clenching as I press my pussy into Pooh’s face or my pillow while coming.

This love of humping may stem from my earliest masturbation efforts, which I had no idea had anything to do with sex at the time. Many of you know the story of my rocking horse, Shadow, that my parents got for me Christmas the year I turned four. I loved to ride Shadow, and the longer the ride was, the better it felt. My pussy, though immature, was still capable of being stimulated by constant rubbing, which is exactly what happened. All I knew was that it felt really good “down there” when I rode Shadow long enough. It may sound odd, but when I first heard the word masturbation, I did not equate it with what I’d done years before on my rocking horse. It wasn’t until later when I had time to think about what it was and what I’d done as a small child that I realized I’d been blissfully masturbating in front of my parents all during my early childhood.

I distinctly recall two things about this. First, I remember after one lovely ride going into the bathroom and pulling my shorts and panties down to look at what my mother had always called my “po-po.” I had figured out that the pleasurable feelings emanated from there. I touched myself where the good feelings seemed to be, and recall it felt very good indeed. I was puzzled as to why this one area of my body caused such nice feelings when I rode my horse or when I touched it as I had, especially since my mother had been very clear that I was NOT to touch myself there except to bathe it or wipe myself after using the bathroom. For this reason I knew better than to ask my parents anything about this mysterious feeling I got when riding Shadow for long periods of time. It got to where I would ride for the sole reason of getting those feelings. Much later, I figured out that I could use my fingers and stuffed animals to get those same feelings. I don’t know if I would be termed sexually precocious, but I definitely had a very active clitoris that grew to be easily stimulated.

Because I got started so early with masturbation, I also achieved my first orgasm at a very young age, perhaps 5, but certainly no later than 6. I may well have had small orgasms prior to the one I can recall distinctly and count as my first, but I don’t remember any of them. As I said, it just felt very good for a long time.

Then one day I was riding Shadow and it felt…different. I was pressing my little pussy against the “saddle” (the back that had a painted saddle on it) and the small plastic horn that stuck up from the “saddle,” and the urge to push harder was not to be denied. Suddenly, the area around my pussy (which I still called my po-po until I was 8 or 9), seemed to explode into this tingling sensation that spread throughout my mid-section. It was both scary and wonderful all at the same time. I wondered if I’d hurt myself in some way. Upon inspection, however, everything seemed to still be there and I wasn’t bleeding anywhere, so I decided I’d probably be okay. After some time went by, I think I decided to ride again to see if I could have the same feelings. The memories are a bit fuzzy from that long ago. Again, I was deathly afraid to approach my mother about it, and discussing anything involving my “po-po” with my father was out of the question entirely. In any case, I did continue riding and sometimes I’d come and sometimes I wouldn’t.

By the time I was around 8, I was an accomplished masturbator. My mother caught me doing it once and nearly skinned me alive. She made me swear never to do it again (yeah, right). I just made sure I would never get caught again. I’d gotten lazy about “security” and was busy humping my pillow or a soft toy when dear old mom walked in to see my naked butt riding away on that heavenly softness. She never caught me again, and it wasn’t until later that I realized she had to know I was still doing it, but she had started knocking on my door before entering after that. It’s funny how I never equated the two events — catching me and starting to knock first — until years later. I suppose she just didn’t want to have to deal with it if she caught me again.

I’ve read about childhood masturbation, and it appears I am not as rare a case as I used to think. Doctors believe they’ve witnessed children of both sexes on sonograms in the process of masturbating and perhaps even reaching a small climax while still in the womb, based on the shudder that follows such actions. Mothers have reported catching their toddlers happily masturbating away, and have even caught them in the throes of an orgasm, based on descriptions told to doctors. Most of these stories involve young girls. I’m sure boys have done this as well, but someone once told me that a little boy’s penis won’t remain hard for long. I have no experience with that, but it does seem that little girls are more capable of orgasms at such a young age.

Of course, like me, these children have zero concept of this being anything about sex. To them it just feels good. I can attest to that. When I was 4, 5, and 6, riding Shadow simply felt good “down there” where I was forbidden to touch, though the forbidding of doing so never seemed to stick in my case…and hopefully not in a lot of other cases I know must be out there still.

All I know is I would tell my daughter, “Go ahead, sweetie! Rub it to your heart’s content!”

So, how about you folks? This question is for both males and females, by the way!

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The Secret Society of the Pussycats Club, Chapter 13

  • Posted on November 21, 2015 at 10:05 am

By Cheryl Taggert

For assistance in keeping up with all the characters, you can go here.

When Susan arrived home, her mother had already left for work. She was both relieved and upset about that. Relieved because she wasn’t sure she was ready to bring up the topic she wanted to discuss with her mom, not to mention she was still unsure how to begin. Upset because she was anxious to get the conversation started. Her mom would say these opposite reactions meant Susan was just being twelve.

She puttered around the house for most of the day. Despite this being the start of the summer vacation, she didn’t want to do much outside. Her nerves wouldn’t let her.

She also knew her dad wouldn’t be home for nearly three hours after her mom, so they would have plenty of time to talk. Her dad was a vice-president of the company he worked for, and he rarely got home before 8 o’clock.

Susan found herself getting slightly horny thinking about the conversation she knew she would be having with her mom. She didn’t want to masturbate, but she was still feeling the desire to at least enjoy some erotica. She logged onto her computer and searched through several sites for some sexy stories. She liked stories about older women and young girls, often mothers and daughters or aunts with nieces. One of her favorite sites was called “Leslita” and another was called “Juicy Secrets.” There was an author on the second one she really enjoyed, Naughty Mommy. She liked the pure eroticism of the stories, along with how detailed they were. Susan had been reading one of Naughty Mommy’s series called “Serendipity,” and Susan was happy to find that two new chapters had been posted since the last time she’d logged in. She spent time reading them and found her panties soaked after she’d finished with the chapters. She was still somewhat sore, so she postponed doing anything about it until later — perhaps after her talk with Mom.

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Mia’s day at work couldn’t end soon enough. When quitting time finally arrived, she hurried to her car and drove home. She needed to masturbate, and a long, hot bath would give her just the time she needed to get herself off a few times. Of course, Susan would probably be home, but she thought she might be able to avoid doing anything rash with her. She was still turned on a great deal by the dream she’d had the night before, and she was well aware that Susan — and her friend Heather — would be a part of her bath-time fantasy that had been a constant companion since that morning. The visions from the dream were still rolling around in her head when she pulled into the driveway.

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Susan heard her mom’s car drive up and decided to hold off until her mom was settled in for the night before broaching the subject of sexual desires. Heather and Tina’s mom, Cheryl, had suggested she talk to her mom about sex and how she’d begun having “those” feelings “down there” and see where that led. Now that the time had arrived, she found herself reluctant to take the plunge.

Mia came in through the door, smiled at her daughter, brushed her lips against her cheek with a quick, almost dismissive, “hello” and said, “I’m going to take a hot bath,” before disappearing down the hallway that led to her bedroom and bathroom.

Susan stood in stunned silence through it all. She sat down in the den and numbly turned on the TV but watched nothing. She wondered if she’d be able to get any of her mother’s time that night after all. She’d seemed as if getting a bath was the most important thing in the world when she’d rushed down the hall, as if she smelled of garbage and perfume of skunk. She teared up a bit thinking about how her mom had practically ignored her.

She looked at the TV screen and wondered what show was playing until she realized it was an old rerun of “Who’s the Boss,” one of her mom’s favorite programs. Susan really liked watching the young girl who played the daughter when she was young like that. Hell, she liked her now that she was an adult, too. There was one movie that was about vampires where she’d appeared naked, and Susan had watched it and masturbated watching those scenes over and over, especially the scene with the lady photographer where they’d had sex.

Now that she was in her room, Mia stripped quickly while the water filled the tub, admiring her youthful figure in the antique full-length mirror that rested in one corner of the bedroom she and her husband, Dan, shared. She didn’t fully shave her pussy, but kept the style known as a “landing strip” instead. She noticed she needed shaving — waxing really — and decided she’d at least shave at some point that night.

Entering the bathroom, she closed the door behind her for added privacy and watched the water fill the Jacuzzi tub before stepping in and turning on the jets to help relax her muscles, which seemed to have been clenched all day.

She had just settled back and was allowing her imagination to roam free, in other words to think about the dream from the night before, when she heard a knock at her bathroom door.

“What is it?” she called, hoping it wasn’t anything that would interrupt her intentions.

“Mom? I kinda have to talk to you about something.”

Suddenly Mia was self-conscious, though her daughter had seen her naked as recently as a few days ago. She hadn’t been so horny she wanted to scream then, however. Also, the fact that this was Susan, the recent object of her desires, caused some slight panic. What might happen if she let her in to chat with her pussy demanding attention because of the dream of Susan and Heather?

“Is it really important?” she asked, hoping for an out. She prided herself in putting anything aside to give her daughter time, but her need for an orgasm or two was becoming urgent.

Susan, outside the bathroom door almost said it could wait, but decided that was just avoiding the situation. “Yeah, it is,” she said, hoping this wouldn’t blow up in her face.

“Okay, come in,” Mia said. Susan could hear the reluctance in her mother’s voice and immediately wondered if maybe this was a very bad time for this.

Susan entered the room slowly and sat in the small chair that faced the tub. The sound of the water jets was a constant hum in the background, and the swirling of the water hid any clear view of her mom’s pussy, which Susan had been hoping she’d get to look at while in the bathroom with her mom. It was one of the reasons she had decided to bite the bullet and get started with this conversation while her mom was taking her bath. She also needed some attention after being practically ignored earlier.

Susan just sat there until Mia said, “Well?”

“Oh, um… Yeah. There’s somethin’ I wanted to talk to you about.”

More silence.

“And that would be…?” Mia asked, hoping her impatience wasn’t as obvious to Susan as it sounded to her.

Susan swallowed. Her mouth dried instantly as her nerves took over.

Mia could see something was bothering her daughter. Susan never interrupted her bath to talk about anything, which is why she’d agreed to this little chat in the first place. She would obviously need some prompting.

Taking a deep breath, she decided her pussy could wait — it had waited this long, after all — and said, “Honey? Is something wrong?”

“Not really. I mean there is but there isn’t. It’s just. Well, I don’t quite know how to talk to you about this.”

“Just say it. I won’t bite, you know.” Unless you want me to nearly followed those words automatically, and Mia had clamped her mouth shut on the words to prevent them from escaping and embarrassing them both.

“Well, it’s about…sex.”

“You’re not pregnant, are you?” Mia asked, only half seriously, while a part of her began to wonder where in the world this conversation would lead. She’d been thinking of nothing BUT sex all day. Sex with the same young girl who now sat here in her bathroom while her mother was naked in the tub and dying to touch herself and fantasize about this same daughter who wanted to talk about sex! It seemed to Mia like some crazy round robin that swirled through the room like a tornado, consuming everything.

“No, of course not. It’s just…well…”

“C’mon, Honey. If it’s about sex, it’s certainly nothing I’ve never heard before, okay?” Mia wondered if perhaps she should have tried to end this conversation instead of encouraging it, but it was too late now.

“Well, you see…I kinda sometimes get these feelings. You know. Down there. And I was sorta wondering if that’s okay. Some girls say their moms would flip out if they knew, and I don’t want to do anything you’d be ashamed of me for.”

“Knew what?” Mia asked.

“Huh?” Susan wasn’t following her mom’s meaning.

“You said your friends’ moms would flip out if they knew. Knew what?”

“Oh. You know. That their daughters…you know…had those types of feelings.”

Maybe it was the topic mixed with her own emotional and sexual state, or perhaps it was just that Susan was beating about the bush — no pun intended — but she decided to try to move this along to the point her daughter was obviously attempting to make.

“You mean, getting horny?” Mia said, hoping she wasn’t crossing a bridge she shouldn’t.

Susan’s eyes widened at the word that had unexpectedly come from her mother’s mouth. She felt as if her mother had just said fuck, which she never said, at least not where Susan could hear it. She was so dumbstruck, she simply nodded.

“Honey, it’s perfectly natural for you to get horny. You’re twelve. It’s what twelve-year-old girls do. As well as twelve-year-old boys. It’s normal. I’m fine with it. As long as you don’t go having sex with some boy. I was joking with the pregnant question, but I wouldn’t be happy at all if you ended up like that. Not at all.”

“I don’t want to have sex with a boy,” Susan said. She was careful not to put emphasis on boy. She didn’t want her mom to know about that yet.

“Well, that’s good. Was there anything else you wanted to ask me or talk about?” Mia was hoping to finish with Susan and get to the reason she’d settled into the tub in the first place, which of course had nothing to do with bathing.

“I just don’t want you to be ashamed of me, that’s all.”

“Why would I be ashamed? Like I said, you’re twelve. There’s nothing wrong with having those feelings.”

“Well, sometimes… I mean, sometimes…Sometimes I, well, I….”

Mia suddenly understood what this conversation was all about. Masturbation. She felt like an idiot for not getting it until now. She supposed it was because the subject was on her own mind and she was doing her best to hide that fact. She decided to end the statement Susan seemed unable to finish.

“Touch yourself?”

Susan nodded, turning beet red as she did. The conversation was going exactly where she’d dreaded it would…and exactly where she’d hoped it would.

“That’s okay, too, baby. Nearly every girl does it, and many start doing that when they’re your age. Some even younger.”

Susan knew that, of course. “Do you?”

Mia was suddenly blushing too. Her daughter was openly asking if she masturbated.

“Do I…masturbate?” Mia said, barely believing her daughter had asked her that.

“Yeah. You said most girls do it. Do you?”

Now Mia was the uncomfortable one. She looked at Susan and wondered if she’d manipulated this situation to get her to confess about doing that. Still, she had always believed a parent should answer any question posed by a child honestly. “Um, well, yes, honey, I do. In fact, I was just about–” She couldn’t help it, so it seemed. The truth of her intentions in taking her bath was now out there. She hadn’t meant to bring it up. It was a slip of the tongue.

Or was it? Mia wondered. Had she meant to tell Susan her plans? She wondered again just exactly what was happening here.

Her pussy was alive with desires, and the source of those desires was sitting there discussing masturbation, and she suddenly realized she wanted to masturbate in front of her. To spread her legs and rub herself for her daughter. She knew it was crazy. She realized it could land her in jail for a long time. But she couldn’t deny the image that had played in her mind all day and was still stoking the fires of her lust: She and her daughter engaging in sexual contact. Any sort of sexual contact. Given all the possibilities, masturbation in front of Susan seemed tame by comparison.

Susan’s eyes widened again. “You were just about to…what? You mean you came in here to masturbate?” Susan couldn’t believe her good fortune! Her mom was admitting to being horny right then! She was confessing that she was intending to masturbate in the tub. Right now!

Blushing madly, Mia decided Fuck it and decided to be totally honest with her daughter. “Yes, Susan. You see, a lot has happened in the past twenty-four hours that has made me, well, very horny. I was in a bit of a hurry when I got home to come in here and, well, get some relief. So you see, there’s absolutely nothing wrong with masturbation. No matter who’s doing it.”

Susan stared at her mother’s midsection, which was still hidden slightly by the swish of the water as the jets propelled it in circles around the tub. It was a large tub. Big enough for two.

“Susan?” Susan’s eyes darted from her mother’s hips to her eyes then back to her hips once again, as if she couldn’t allow her vision to stray from there for too long. “Susan?” Mia said again, and this time Susan’s gaze remained on her mother’s face, although reluctantly. Mia could see the questions there. She could see the desire that seemed to be forming a bridge between them. Susan wanted to watch her. That much was obvious, but she asked her just the same to be sure.

“Would you like to watch me?”

Susan’s stare held for a second on her mother’s face before glancing down where her mother’s pussy was beneath the water. Even through the swirling water, she could see her mother’s hand was now cupping her own vulva.

“Would you?” her mother repeated.

“Are you saying I can?”

“If you want to,” said Mia, knowing full well what the answer was. Susan just nodded. “You can never tell anyone about this, though. I’d end up in jail.”

“I’ll never tell,” Susan said, not believing where this had led. It had gone far beyond where she’d hoped it would, at least this first time talking to her mom about sex and masturbation. Of course, she would tell, but only Cheryl, Heather, and Tina, who would not only understand, but love the story. Still…

She was actually going to watch her mom masturbate.

Mia turned off the jets and the water calmed. Her pussy was now visible beneath the surface of the water. Mia’s hand was rubbing her slit gently, urging the fluids from deep within her to the surface. She watched as Susan stared at her center, taking in each small movement of her hand as she caressed herself.

Mia decided to lie back and close her eyes while allowing her daughter to watch her masturbate to climax. Her left hand rose from the water and began to pinch her nipples, first one, then the other, caressing her breasts lovingly. She would show her daughter what it was to love yourself fully.

Susan seemed unable to catch her breath. Her heart was pounding. She could feel the butterflies in her stomach…and the lust in her pussy. She couldn’t believe it. Her mother masturbating for her right there in the bathtub. This realization kept running through her brain, as if she were stumbling into it at every turn as she ran around a room in the dark. She was afraid to close her eyes for even a second, fearing she might miss something, or that it would all disappear as she awoke from a dream.

But this was no dream.

Her mother’s hand began moving faster over her slit and began to concentrate more on her clit. She was obviously getting turned on because her own daughter was watching her do this…this most private thing.

Susan decided to take a big chance. A huge one. She made that decision because she was afraid this might be the only time. That her mother might feel ashamed for letting her watch like this. She didn’t want that to go to waste.

She wanted to come too.

“Mommy?” she asked, nearly a whisper it was so soft.

Mia opened her eyes, her breath growing ragged. “What, baby?” For a moment she feared Susan would leave the bathroom. Run out in shame and fear.

“Can I get in there with you?”

Oh, dear God. With me? Mia thought. She wants to get in here with me? Why? But she knew why, of course. Her daughter wanted to engage in a ritual Mia had shared with friends when she was Susan’s age and even older. Mutual masturbation. A let’s-get-off-together party.

“Um…if you want to, I suppose you can.” It was all Mia could think to say.

Susan stood and stripped her clothes off as quickly as she could. She couldn’t wait to be in the tub with her mom so they could masturbate together. Maybe even come together.

As she watched Susan getting naked, Mia wondered what was happening to her. Just one day ago she would have freaked out at the very idea of what she was now encouraging to take place. She imagined they would both reach orgasm. Mia knew she herself would and figured Susan wouldn’t be wanting to join her if she wasn’t able to come herself. Just last night she was lying in Susan’s bed masturbating and imagining her daughter doing the same thing many times in the same bed.

Now, she would be experiencing it first hand. She could watch her daughter bring herself to orgasm.

She nearly came just thinking about it. And that realization more than any other sealed the deal for her, forcing her to admit she was turned on by her own daughter to the point that they would be masturbating in the same tub together. Maybe even more, she thought, and a small pre-orgasmic spasm seized her.

Her naked daughter stepped into the tub and sat where they could watch each other. Hands began their explorations, and soon they were both writhing in the tub, making waves that splashed from one edge to the other. Moans and squeals filled the spacious bathroom, as they approached their orgasms while their eyes feasted shamelessly on the other.

Mia was first to get to her climax, nearly screaming it was so intense. Seconds later, Susan joined her, their voices mixing in a cacophony of sexual frenzy, echoing off the walls and feeding their desire for more.

When it was over, the two looked into each other’s eyes.

“Mom?”

“Yes?”

“I love you!”

“I love you, too!”

“And, Mom?”

“Yes?” Mia asked, wondering what could possibly come next.

“I’m perfectly okay with what we did. I know you might feel bad about it, but I’m fine. Don’t think I didn’t want to.”

“You wanted this to happen?”

“Yes. For a while now, actually.” Susan figured she better go ahead and confess her desires to her mom, especially considering what had just happened.

“Well. For me it’s only been since last night.”

“Huh?” Susan didn’t understand what her mother meant by that.

“I’ve wanted to do this with you since last night.”

“Why last night?”

Mia hesitated for a moment, wondering exactly how far this would go while secretly hoping it would go further than she ever hoped it would. Then she told her daughter all about the dream she’d had.

Continue on to Chapter 14

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Serendipity, Chapter 50

  • Posted on November 19, 2015 at 3:50 pm

By Naughty Mommy

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

In the morning at the condo, Stephanie woke first. One of her little blonde daughters was curled up beside her, still fast asleep. It was Hailey, she saw, since the twin snoozing on the other side of Hailey, next to Veronica, had a tiny mole on her neck. That was about the only way anyone, including Stephanie, could tell them apart.

The young mother smiled as she looked at her sleeping children. She loved them so very much and was thrilled beyond words that they were all now sharing their love physically as well as emotionally.

Stephanie felt a sudden surge of gratitude, of deep affection, toward her partner’s older sister, Carol. It was she more than anyone else who had prompted them to take this huge step forward in their lives. When Carol and Stacie and Jordan arrived in San Francisco less than a week ago, Stephanie was still completely unaware that the three of them had become sexual with each other. At the time she would have been shocked by the idea, deeply disturbed, but now — Stephanie grinned, chuckling softly — what a difference a few days could make!

After making a mental note to tell Carol exactly how she felt, to express her love and her thanks, she turned and looked at the clock. It was almost 8:00, definitely time for her to get up and get their day started. She rose and walked silently around to the other side of the king-size bed, where she gently kissed and nudged Veronica awake. The two of them went in to take a shower together.

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Lying naked beneath the sheets of the huge round bed in the master bedroom, Tina turned on her side toward the picture window, then slowly opened her eyes. The sky outside was already a brilliant blue. It would be another beautiful day in sunny southern California.

Bridget was still snoring softly next to her, but Tina had felt Angela slip out of bed a minute or two earlier. She could hear the shower running in the bathroom now and knew she should get out of bed soon too, but she wasn’t ready yet. Tina felt cozy and pampered, and wanted to enjoy the sensation a little longer.

She was glad to be waking up here instead of in the budget motel where she and her daughter Amanda had spent the first three nights of their San Diego vacation. Staying there was all right, but this was totally fabulous — a penthouse suite in a luxury hotel! Wow, who would have imagined that when they started out.

In fact, who would ever have imagined how much their lives would change after that first apparently innocent conversation over a spaghetti dinner a month earlier… that night when Amanda came home and told her mom about a sex ed video they’d watched at school and then asked about masturbation. Tina smiled and shook her head as she remembered how confused she had been then, how unsure of what to do.

And now just look at us. My daughter and I are both having sex with all these different women and girls — we’ve even been part of two awesome lesbian orgies — it’s unbelievable! Never in a million years would I have predicted all this. I hope Amanda is as happy about everything as I am. I think she is, she seems to be enjoying herself a lot, but I should talk to her about it today anyway, just to make sure.

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In the second bedroom of the suite, Amanda was kissing Bambi. The girls were lying side by side, naked of course, their arms around each other. Gwen, also nude, was sitting up, masturbating as she watched them kiss and caress.

They had all been asleep until a few minutes earlier when Amanda woke after a stimulating dream and reached for Bambi. Although they’d been up late the night before, the three of them trying almost every sexual variation they could think of, Bambi was more than ready to resume playing with her special friend, and with Gwen too. She kissed Amanda’s mouth, toying with her tongue, and then started to roll on top of the girl.

But Amanda stopped her. “No, wait, um, I want to try it now. On top, I mean, okay?”

Bambi smiled and shrugged, “Okay, sure.”

They assumed the position, Amanda mounting her ‘twin’, placing her hairless mound directly on top of the other girl’s. She had attempted this once before but had been unable to make it work, resorting instead to humping Bambi’s thigh and reaching climax that way. This time she was determined to do as Bambi had done with her, rubbing their little pussies together until they each had an orgasm, hopefully at the same time.

“God, that’s so hot,” Gwen sighed. While continuing to massage her erect clit with one hand, she slid the middle finger of her other hand deep inside her warm, wet vagina. The teenager groaned, fucking herself harder and faster as she watched the young blondes have sex.

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Two floors below them, Gwen’s mom, Eve, was masturbating too. Her 11-year-old daughter Paige was still asleep beside her, lying on her back, and Eve didn’t want to wake her yet, but she badly wanted to come again. She needed to. It was amazing how sexually voracious she had become in the few days since Angela helped her open those ‘doors’ they talked about. Now she felt horny almost all the time.

And not only horny — Eve felt wicked, perverted, eager to do the most outrageously nasty things she could think of. Like the night before, when she’d been on top of Jordan, tribbing with that unbelievably alluring 7-year-old and talking so filthy to her, saying things she never would have imagined saying a week earlier to anyone, let alone a little girl!

Now Eve was getting close as she rubbed her pussy, right on the edge. But she needed to be bad. She sat up and looked at Paige, sleeping peacefully, appearing so innocent, even angelic. Her lovely face, her soft, smooth unblemished skin, her slender nude body. She truly was a beautiful girl. Eve wanted to fuck her hard and dirty.

So she did something she had never done before. When masturbating, Eve sometimes would lightly finger her anus, but only tickling around the opening, never penetrating inside. It was time to change that. She rubbed her hand through her juicy slit again, getting it fully lubricated, then placed the tip of her middle finger at the center of her asshole — and pushed it in.

It was tight and hot. It felt strange, it tickled, it felt wrong, like she was about to crap the bed. But Eve didn’t stop. She pushed the finger in deeper, groaning, trying not to be too loud. Deeper still, up to the second knuckle, feeling feverish with lust, her face breaking out in a sweat.

“Fucking, fucking,” Eve whispered to herself. With her finger in her ass, she found her vagina with her thumb and pushed it inside too, as far as she could, gripping her cunt and her ass at the same time. Her other hand was on her tits, grabbing them, squeezing them hard, pinching and pulling the stiff nipples.

“Fucking, fucking,” she whispered again, all the while staring at her virginal child.

Now the woman pulled her finger slowly out of her anus and her thumb from her cunt. She raised her hand to her face, looking at it, sniffing the finger that had penetrated her rectum. It smelled dirty, like sex and shit, both at once. She sniffed it again. She licked it. Nasty, filthy. So fucking hot.

Eve moved closer until she was next to Paige. She pushed the covers away, exposing her daughter’s naked body. Paige stirred a bit, but didn’t wake. Eve leaned down, holding her hand — the stinky one — just over the girl’s hairless pussy. She paused, and then thought of something else.

Shifting around, Eve straddled the pretty brunette, knees framing her head, crotch right above her face. Urgently she hissed, “Paige. Paige!”

“Mmh…huh?” Her eyes blinked open.

“Paige, eat my cunt. Eat my fucking cunt. Make me come in your mouth!”

“Huh?” Paige blinked again, gradually coming awake.

At the very last second, Eve changed hands, placing the soiled one on the bed to support herself while pressing hard into Paige’s slit with the other hand, separating the labia, pushing into the furrow, rubbing her fingers up and down.

“Eat my fucking pussy!” Eve demanded. “Lick Mommy’s cunt!”

There was a part of her mind in which Eve prayed this would not be upsetting to her daughter, that what her mother was doing would not frighten or traumatize the girl. She loved her and cared about her — but the woman’s libido was so strong at the moment, her lust so out of control, that those concerns were easily pushed aside.

“Do it now! Eat me!!”

Paige giggled. Fully alert by this time, she was quite happy to do as asked. While opening her own legs wider, she placed her hands on her mother’s thighs, pulled her crotch down to her mouth, and began licking the creamy pussy.

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Fiona came awake to the disconcerting feeling that she wasn’t sure where she was… in a strange room, a strange bed, but… yes, that was her mother beside her and… oh, of course, they were in Angela’s big suite at the hotel, she and her mom and Erin, all sleeping in the same bed.

The girl pushed herself up to check and make sure her big sister was there too. She was. And over in the other bed, wow, Debby and Kelly. Now Fiona remembered everything that had happened the night before, the younger girls putting on a show, the older ones, including her, masturbating for the women, and then, oh my god, the whole group had sex together, like all at once. Fingers and tongues and pussies and mouths, everyone rolling around naked on the floor in a big pile, all the mothers and daughters together — it was so awesome!

Fiona lay down again, on her back, staring at the ceiling. She smiled as she thought about how great it felt having all those women grabbing her at once, kissing her, licking her, almost going crazy they were so excited. Omigod, here I am only 12 years old and I get to do all these things! Then she giggled. How silly I was last week with Bridget, acting like a dumb little kid, getting all nervous and upset just because she wanted to look at me and touch me.

Oh well, that’s all over now. That’s the past, it’s history. I’ll never be nervous any more about stuff like this. It’s like I’m almost grown up now, and I can do anything I want to with any of these people, all the pretty girls and ladies, my mom, my sister, all of them. What a lucky girl I am!

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Gwen came at the same time as Amanda and Bambi. It was unbelievably exciting to watch a pair of 10-year-old girls having sex that way — fucking each other! — rubbing their smooth hairless pussies together, kissing, humping, and then finally climaxing, both little blondes squealing and shuddering.

As her own delicious orgasm began to recede, the teenager took a deep breath and blinked her eyes open. She rubbed a hand over her breasts, stroking the nipples. The other hand was still cupping her vulva, feeling the heat, sensing the pulse. She shook her head. Sex was just so incredible, whether doing yourself or watching others or being with a girl or a woman. Now Gwen smiled as she saw the two kids happily celebrating their early morning fun.

Amanda laughed out loud, kissing her friend again and again. She felt so happy about doing this with Bambi. It was awesome to fuck a girl pussy on pussy, almost like masturbating on her mom’s leg, but even better!

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Angela came out of the large dressing area and bathroom attached to the master bedroom in the suite. She’d already showered, dried her hair, put on her makeup, and was dressed in a very stylish yachting outfit: short navy blue skirt, white blouse, navy blazer with gold buttons and a crest, plus a pair of two-tone heels, blue and white. Her long bronzed legs were bare but gleaming with oil.

And she was all business this morning. No sex for her. She bustled around, gathering things together, packing a small bag. Tina and Bridget soon sat up, yawning and rubbing their eyes.

“Time to get going, girls,” Angela said to them. “We have a ship to catch. Boarding time is 10:00 AM, though we won’t depart until 11:00.”

“Aye-aye, ma’am,” Tina replied. After winking at Bridget, she rolled out of bed and headed for the bathroom.

Bridget sat up groggily, staying in bed a minute longer, stretching, groaning, yawning again. She really wasn’t a morning person. Then she thought about Debby, her little girl. Was she okay? Probably she was, but it wouldn’t hurt to go check on her anyway. Bridget looked around for her clothes, trying to remember where she’d left them.

She recalled then that she’d brought a bag with her, a small suitcase with a change of clothes for today and something for tomorrow too. They were planning to spend the night on the yacht. But where was the damn suitcase? Shaking her head to clear it, she finally put her feet on the floor. Coffee, she thought, I need coffee.

Angela came over and put her hand under Bridget’s chin, lifting it. She gave the brunette a kiss on the lips. “Good morning, sunshine.”

She pointed toward a chair. “Your bag is right there.”

Bridget looked and saw her bag on the floor beside the chair. “Oh, okay, thanks,” she grinned ruefully.

“And coffee is on the way. I called fifteen minutes ago, so it should be here any time.”

“Ah, that’s perfect. You’re a genius, has anyone ever told you that?”

“You’re not the first,” Angela smiled as she breezed from the room.

Yawning and stretching one more time, Bridget got to her feet. She decided to check on Debby before worrying about a shower or getting dressed. After last night certainly no one will think twice about seeing me naked, she thought with a chuckle as she headed out to the living area.

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Stacie felt a hand on her breast, fingers playing with the nipple, bringing it erect. She felt warm breath on her neck, lips kissing and nibbling at her ear, a tongue licking inside. What a lovely way to wake up in the morning, with your mother making love to you!

Smiling happily, she turned onto her side, facing Carol. Their arms went around each other, mouths coming together. They kissed deeply. After a minute of heavy kissing, Stacie’s hand found a breast, pinching the nipple. She slid down a little in the bed and took her mother’s stiff nipple into her mouth, sucking on it. Carol moaned.

Beside them, Jordan slept on, undisturbed.

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Veronica and Stephanie came out of the bathroom, wrapped in towels. The twins were sitting up in bed, smiling at them, both girls naked.

“Can we do some kissing?” Holly asked.

“Sorry, baby, not now,” Stephanie smiled. “We have to get going.”

“Not even a good morning kiss?”

“Well, of course you can have a good morning kiss! Always!”

Both little blondes bounced to their feet, standing on the bed. After dropping the towels, their moms hugged and kissed the girls, trading back and forth until everyone was satisfied.

“But Mommy is right,” Veronica said. “We don’t really have time for fooling around. We’re going on a cruise today, remember?”

“Yeah, we know,” Hailey said, adding, “What should we wear?”

“Anything is fine,” Stephanie told them. “Whatever’s comfortable.”

“Think I should make sure the others are up, so we won’t be late?” Veronica asked Stephanie.

“Maybe. I’ll get dressed and go start breakfast. You kids get some clothes on too.”

“Okay.”

Veronica decided she would dress as well before waking Carol and Stacie and Jordan.

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“Mmmm, right there, right there, uh-huh, uh-huh … ooooh – yes – yes – yes – yes – OHHH!!” Carol was coming in Stacie’s mouth.

Jordan woke. She sat up in bed. Her mommy was doing that licking thing on Nanna, sort of like Pony but different. Nanna looked happy. Jordan wanted to play too.

“Mommy, will you ride Pony on me? Or can I do Pony-Pony on Nanna?”

Stacie lifted her face from between Carol’s legs and smiled at her daughter. “Of course, baby, anything you want. How about if I ride Pony on you?”

“Okay!” The little girl flopped back down on the bed, eager for Mommy to get started.

Licking her lips, relishing the taste of her mother’s pussy, Stacie climbed on top of her little girl. Carefully spreading her labia with her fingers, exposing her erect pink clit, she lowered it to the child’s waiting tongue and began to ride.

After taking a deep breath and slowly letting it out, Carol turned onto her side, facing her daughter and granddaughter, watching them. She’d had a powerful orgasm, but now she was ready for more. She fondled her own breast for a moment, then moved between Jordan’s legs. A perfect way to begin the day, licking the pussy of a 7-year-old girl!

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Veronica hesitated, her knuckles poised to knock on the bedroom door. Was she hearing what she thought she was hearing? Probably. It wasn’t really a surprise to find the three of them having incestuous sex, and it wasn’t shocking any more, either. To the contrary, it was delightful.

Turning away with a smile, she decided not to bother them. They were awake, and that was all that mattered. She’d go see if Stephanie needed any help in the kitchen.

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The coffee was delivered to the suite, along with a light breakfast buffet: muffins and bagels, fresh fruit, yogurt, juice, cereal for the kids. Gradually the moms and daughters trickled out of their rooms, some dressed, some nude or partially dressed. They greeted each other warmly, sharing hugs and kisses and good mornings.

After making sure everyone was there, no one still sleeping, Angela picked up the phone to call Eve’s hotel room. Just when she thought there would be no answer and she’d have to leave a message, she heard a voice.

“Hello?”

“Hello, Eve?”

“Yes, good morning, Angela.”

“Good morning, darling. Did you sleep well?”

“Uh, yes, we did, once we finally got to sleep, that is,” Eve chuckled.

“I understand. I’m glad you enjoyed yourselves. But listen, I have breakfast here, just something light, if you and Paige would like to come up and share it with us.”

“Oh, that sounds great, I’m dying for some coffee. Except, uh, we need to take a quick shower first. We’re sort of… well, anyway, we need a shower. But we can be up there in, say, 20 minutes or so.”

“That will be fine. Take your time, dear, but not too much time. We do have to be going soon.”

“Yes, I know. All right, we’ll see you in a few.”

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Stephanie made sure to sit next to Carol at breakfast so she could say what she wanted to say when the time was right. As they were just about finished eating, she put her hand over the older woman’s. She began to speak, but then suddenly choked up, tears filling her eyes. She cleared her throat and started again.

“I just wanted to say, in front of everyone, how grateful I am, Carol. You’ve helped us, all of us, become so much closer. I love you for it. I’m so glad I know you, that you’re my lover’s sister. You’re wonderful, and I love you, and I just… thank you!”

She threw her arms around Carol’s neck, hugging her tightly, shaking with emotion.

“Oh, honey, it’s so sweet of you to say that.” Carol returned the hug, patting and rubbing Stephanie’s back.

Stacie wiped her eyes. Veronica did too. The three little girls weren’t quite sure why everyone was crying, but they didn’t seem upset, they were smiling and seemed happy, so everything must be all right.

“Now, now…” Carol patted Stephanie again, then pulled away, taking the younger woman’s face in her hands, wiping tears from her cheeks with her thumbs. After gazing into her eyes for a moment, she planted a big kiss right on her lips.

Ending the long kiss with a smack, Carol said, “I love you too, darling. I’m so happy you’re part of our family, you and your beautiful girls.”

Carol smiled at the twins. They could see that her eyes were wet with tears too.

Turning back to Stephanie, Carol added, “You’re a lovely, lovely person. You’ve made my sister happier than she’s ever been in her life.”

“That’s so true,” Veronica gulped, wiping tears away.

“And I’m very glad we can all be together now, here, on this vacation,” Carol continued.

“Me too,” Stephanie said, sniffing and smiling. She was starting to get her emotions under control again.

“So,” said Carol with a grin, “we can stay here today and hug each other and cry, or we can go out on a cruise with a bunch of hot young lesbians. What do you think we should do?”

Stephanie laughed, joined by Stacie and Veronica. She gave Carol one more big hug, then nodded, “You’re right, let’s get going!”

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Serendipity, Chapter 49

  • Posted on November 16, 2015 at 1:41 pm

By Naughty Mommy

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Angela came. Tina came.

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

Bridget came, then Eve.

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

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

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

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

“Oh my god,” said Stephanie.

“Nice,” added Veronica.

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

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

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

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

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

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

After about half a minute, the door opened again.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Uh-huh.”

“Want me to kiss them?”

“Okay.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And Debby’s world exploded.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Serendipity, Chapter 48

  • Posted on November 14, 2015 at 4:29 pm

By Naughty Mommy

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh my god,” Tina gasped.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Bridget came. So did Eve.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I love you, Debby,” Bridget whispered.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Angela came. Sheila came again.

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

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

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Serendipity, Chapter 47

  • Posted on November 11, 2015 at 2:25 pm

By Naughty Mommy

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

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

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

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

“Mom?” said Gwen.

“Yes, honey?”

“Can we maybe have a little treat?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m Kelly.”

“My name is Debby.”

“How old are you?”

“Nine.”

“Wow. What grade are you in?”

“Um, 4th next year.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No.”

“Do you… want to go for a walk?”

“Okay.”

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

“Mommy?”

“Yes, honey?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“And how old is she again?”

“She’s 7 years old.”

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

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

“Yes, I really think we should.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Sheila climaxed. “Oooff! Fuck yes!!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Lesbian Orgy Countdown

  • Posted on November 10, 2015 at 4:56 pm

By Naughty Mommy

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

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

 

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Serendipity, Chapter 46

  • Posted on November 8, 2015 at 4:34 pm

By Naughty Mommy

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Huh?” Kelly opened her eyes.

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

“Sure, of course, anything.”

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

“Oh my god!”

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

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

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

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

“Good.”

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

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

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

She turned back to Kelly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Of course it will.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Okay.” Gwen slowly sat up.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Okay,” Carol agreed.

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

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

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

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Women are never ‘straight’

  • Posted on November 7, 2015 at 9:54 am

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According to a study conducted at the University of Essex, in England, most women are either bisexual or gay but “never straight.”

This is not a joke — it’s an actual news item. You can read the full story at The Telegraph, but I’ll quote part of it here:

Research has found that though lesbians are much more attracted to the female form, most women who say they are straight are in fact aroused by videos of both naked men and naked women. The study, led by Dr Gerulf Rieger from the Department of Psychology at the University of Essex, involved 345 women whose responses to being shown videos of naked men and women were analysed.

The results, which were based on elements such as whether their pupils dilated in response to sexual stimuli, showed that 82% of the women tested were aroused by both sexes. Meanwhile of the women who identified as straight, 74% were strongly sexually aroused by videos of both attractive men and attractive women.

And then there is this conclusion:

Dr Rieger said: “Even though the majority of women identify as straight, our research clearly demonstrates that when it comes to what turns them on, they are either bisexual or gay, but never straight.”

This fits very well with some of my own theories. In fact, I’ll go even further and suggest that in a truly free society — free of male domination and artificially imposed taboos — sexual relations between females would be at least as common as sex between males and females, probably much more common. How I wish I lived in that society!

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