By Naughty Mommy

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Come on,” she motioned.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Fuckin’ A.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yours usually are, Julie,” Kate giggled.

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

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

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

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

We both looked at her.

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

“Uh-uh. What?”

“I wanna see you guys kiss.”

“Really?” Kate asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I looked at Kate, eyebrows raised. She shrugged.

“Hey Fucker,” I ventured, “you okay?”

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

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

“Man,” said Kate.

“Goddamn,” I added.

“But you know what?” said Fucker.

“What?”

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

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

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

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

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

“Hello?”

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

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

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

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

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

“Okay.”

“You’re sure you’re not bored?”

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

“I’m glad to hear that.”

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

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

“All right. Thanks.”

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

“Okay, bye.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hell yeah, I do.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Is that what you want?” I asked.

There was a moment of

 

waiting

 

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

“Fuck. Yes.”

Continue on to Chapter 4

By Naughty Mommy

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

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

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

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

“Okay.”

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

“Maybe,” Erin grinned. “I hope so.”

“Can I touch ‘em?”

“Sure, of course.”

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

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

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

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

“I don’t know,” Fiona giggled too.

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

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

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

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

“You, uh, let’s get you naked first.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You fuck me too, okay, Mommy?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Okay,” Bambi giggled.

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

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

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

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

“Wow.”

The teen’s fingers glistened with her juices.

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

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

“I know,” the younger girl giggled again.

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

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

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

“Yeah, kind of. Um, a lot, actually.”

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

“Sure.”

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

“Yeah, I do.”

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

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

“You’re what, how old?”

“I’m 10.”

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

“Uh-huh.”

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

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

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

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

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

“No. What’s that?”

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

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

“Here?”

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

“All right.”

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

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

“Okay.”

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

“Okay.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Faster?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Paige…” said Eve.

The girl looked up.

“I want to sit on your face.”

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

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

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

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

Boom!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Continue on to Chapter 38

By Naughty Mommy

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

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

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

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

“Umm…” I wasn’t sure what to say.

Kate was nodding eagerly. I knew what she wanted.

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

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

“Do what?” I asked stupidly.

“You know, take off our suits!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

I nodded and Kate did too.

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

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

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

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

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

“Me too,” Kate nodded eagerly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Done what?”

“You know, kissed a girl.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Sure,” Fucker nodded.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Are you ready? One – two – THREE!”

“Whoop!!”  

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What is it?”

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

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

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

“A suite?” she blinked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Continue on to Chapter 3

By Naughty Mommy

Note: This story was written for a friend, by special request. As you will see, it includes characters familiar to us from The Joy of Looking, along with a couple of new characters. Several months after this was published, I merged it into JoL as Chapters 99 through 102, with just a few edits to make it fit the flow. Enjoy!

For my sister Molly’s 9th birthday, Mommy decided to do something really special for her. They went away for a long weekend on a horseback riding trip, just the two of them, staying at a lodge up in the mountains. Monday was a holiday, Columbus Day, and the schools would be closed, so they’d have three days.

Of course, Kate and I knew that our little sister and our mother not only would be riding horses but also enjoying plenty of hot sex together every night — and maybe during the day as well — which was fine with us, obviously. Our whole family had been sexually active with each other for several months now, and we’d never been happier or felt closer.

The cool thing for Kate and me, though, was that we got to go on a trip too. We were flying out to Nevada for the weekend to stay with our Aunt Barbara. Actually she was our mom’s aunt, her mother’s little sister, which meant that technically she was our great aunt but we just called her Aunt Barbara. She was in her forties and still fairly attractive, tall and blonde and slim, with long legs and a nice chest. She’d been married and divorced a couple of times and didn’t have any kids. Currently she was single.

Kate and I were pretty sure Aunt Barbara didn’t know anything about what was going on in our family, that we were all fucking each other and everything. Mommy had told us not to say a word about it to her, so of course we didn’t.

Anyway, we arrived at the airport in Reno, Nevada, late on Friday afternoon. Aunt Barbara met us at the gate, hugging us and kissing us, telling us how much we’d grown and everything, you know, the way adults always do.

As we walked out toward the parking area, she said to me, “Julie, you just get prettier every time I see you. What grade are you in now?”

“Um, eighth.”

“Eighth grade. I remember that age… that’s when I had my first real boyfriend.” She sent me a wink. “You must be breaking a lot of boys’ hearts, I’ll bet, aren’t you?”

“Oh, well, sort of, I guess.” My aunt didn’t know, obviously, that I was a lesbian.

“And Kate, your mother tells me you’re the star player on the basketball team. That’s impressive.”

“Well, I mean, I’m not really the star — but I’m the captain,” Kate said proudly.

“Wonderful! What grade are you in this year?”

“Sixth.”

“All right… Ah! Here’s the car, finally.”

So, we put our stuff in, and our aunt drove us up to where she lived — in this huge resort hotel and casino on Lake Tahoe! Because she was a vice president of the company that owned the place, she actually lived right in the hotel, in a big suite. And that’s where we were staying too. Very cool.

The first thing Aunt Barbara did when we got to the hotel lobby was take us to one of the restaurants. But we didn’t sit down or anything. She handed menus to us and said we could order anything we liked for dinner and dessert and they would bring it all upstairs to us. Double cool.

We made our choices and then headed for the elevator. The suite was super nice inside. Aunt Barbara was just telling us to make ourselves at home when her cell phone rang. She looked at it and frowned, then answered. After talking to someone for a couple of minutes, she set down the phone and said, “Bad news, kids.”

I must have had a worried look on my face, because Aunt Barbara smiled at me and laid a hand on my shoulder, squeezing it.

“No, don’t fret,” she said, “it’s not that kind of bad news. It’s just that something has come up and I’m going to be in meetings most of the day tomorrow, perhaps all day. It concerns a possible merger between our company and another company. So we won’t be able to do any of the things I had planned. Sunday, though, I’ll spend the whole day with you, I promise.”

Kate and I looked at each other and shrugged. We weren’t quite sure where that left us, but we could be flexible.

Aunt Barbara apologized again for the unexpected change of plans, then showed us the room where we would sleep. It was big and kind of fancy, but there was only one bed, even though it was queen-size.

“You girls don’t mind sleeping together, do you?” she asked.

Ha-ha! If she only knew!

“No,” I smiled, “we don’t mind at all. It’ll be fine.”

We ate our dinner, which was really good, and talked some more, answering Aunt Barbara’s typical boring grownup questions. After that, we watched TV for a while, but before long, Kate and I went in to bed.

Of course, you know us well enough by now to guess that even though we went to bed, we definitely did not go to sleep right away. My sister and I kissed and caressed and played with each other’s pussies and licked and sucked and fucked — both enjoying several delicious orgasms before we finally were ready to drift off.

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I woke up fairly early in the morning, as I usually did, and spent some time writing in my journal while Kate snored beside me. Just after 8:00, Aunt Barbara knocked on our bedroom door and stuck her head inside. I was prepared for that, having already put on boxers and a t-shirt, but Kate was still naked. Luckily, she was enough under the covers that nobody could tell.

“My first meeting is at 9:00,” our aunt said. “I’ve got breakfast coming up in about 15 minutes. You kids ready to rise and shine?”

“Sure, no problem,” I smiled.

Kate snuffled and groaned and pawed at her nose, crinkling her eyes. She is not a morning person.

As we ate, Aunt Barbara entered my cell number into her phone, and told us she would call later to let us know how the day was going and when she expected to be free. She said we could walk all around the hotel and out onto the property, go down to the lake if we wanted to, use the sauna or the gym if we felt like it, or do just about anything else.

She gave us plastic badges to hang around our necks, telling us that they not only would gain us admittance anywhere in the hotel (except the casino), but that the magnetic stripe would allow us to purchase anything and everything we wanted — within reason, of course.

“That means Tiffany’s is off limits,” she joked.

There were several high-end stores connected with the hotel, but neither Kate nor I are big shoppers, so that wouldn’t pose much of a temptation.

“All right, so we’re all set,” Aunt Barbara said. “Now, Julie, you’re the oldest, so you have to be responsible. You’ll look out for the little one, won’t you?”

“Yes, ma’am, I will.”

I saw Kate stifling a frown, which made me giggle inside. She hated being called ‘little’ at age 11 and really resented the implication that she couldn’t watch out for herself. She also thought it was dumb that I always acted so polite. But she didn’t say anything about it. She didn’t have to; her look said it all.

Once we were down in the lobby and on our own, however, Kate was fine. She absolutely loved anything adventurous. Exploring the huge grounds and the lake and checking out the gym and maybe trying to sneak into the casino sounded like a ton of fun to her.

“Where do you wanna go first?” I asked my sister. Even though I was the oldest, in a lot of ways Kate was more of a leader.

“Umm,” she put a finger on her chin, looking around, “maybe the lake, although it might still be kinda cold…”

“Yeah, no shit. It was freezing when we got here last night.”

Kate giggled, “Okay, but later though. I’m telling you we have to go down there at some point no matter how cold it is.”

Just then I noticed a cute girl near us. She was standing partway behind some potted plants by a seating area in the lobby. I thought she might have been watching us, but when I looked her way her back was turned.

The girl was young, about our height and probably around our age. A slim blonde, she was wearing a short flippy skirt, sneakers with no socks, and an oversized long-sleeve pullover shirt. Her legs were long and thin and tan. As I was about to look away, I saw her glance over her shoulder at us.

Kate was saying something about the gym. I interrupted her. “Hey, see that girl?”

“What girl?”

“That one there, with the nice legs. I think she’s watching us.”

“Hm, yeah, I guess she is kinda cute. Julie, you always seem to locate hot girls no matter where we are.”

“I know, it’s like radar or something. Girldar maybe.”

My sister giggled again.

The blonde sauntered across the lobby, heading away from us toward the shops. Her skirt was really short. We could practically see her butt. She stopped in front of a bookstore, looking in the window.

I grabbed Kate’s arm. “Come on, let’s go check her out. I’ve got a good feeling about this.”

As we got closer to the girl, she seemed to sense us coming somehow, or at least that’s how it appeared to me. Anyway, she went inside the store. Kate and I followed her in a few seconds later.

Then it was kind of comical. We didn’t want to appear overly forward, so we sort of pretended to be browsing, and it looked like the girl was browsing too. First she was in the Juvenile section, then Romance, then Erotica (!), but every time we moved nearer to her, she stepped away.

After basically circling the small bookstore, the blonde went outside again, into the lobby, and we followed her. I think Kate was getting exasperated, tiring of the game, but I couldn’t help it. There was something about that girl that attracted me like a magnet.

This time I hurried, making sure she wouldn’t get away. Kate tagged along behind. I caught up with the girl outside a cosmetics shop.

“Hey, uh, don’t I know you from somewhere?” I said. A cliché, if there ever was one, but it seemed to work.

“Oh, hi,” the cute girl replied. “Um, I don’t know, but maybe.”

There was a pause, no one sure what to say next. Finally I ventured, “Are you, like, do you live around here or something?”

She shook her head. “No, we’re only here for the day. My moms are attending this seminar thing. They said I could sit with them if I wanted to, but it was fucking boring, so then I asked if I could just walk around and they said okay.”

“Uh-huh,” I nodded. “We’re here for only a little while too, visiting our aunt for a couple days.”

Another short pause as we just looked at each other.

“Um, my name’s Julie. This is my sister, Kate.”

“Hi, I’m Allie — but my friends call me Fucker.”

“Fucker?!” Kate laughed out loud.

“Uh-huh. It’s kind of a nickname.”

“No way,” said Kate.

“Yes way,” she smiled. “I’m not shitting you. When I was a baby, my sister always called me LittleFucker. My moms picked up on it and it kinda stuck, then after a while it just became Fucker.”

I frowned, “But, like, at school and stuff, your teachers, I mean…”

“No, they all call me Allie, which I don’t like as much. You guys can call me Fucker, okay?”

“Okay, Fucker,” Kate laughed again. “What a great name!”

I glanced around, hoping nobody else was close enough to have heard this part of the conversation. No one was.

“Well, uh, so, what are you doing today?” I asked her. “Anything special?”

“No,” she shrugged, “just hangin’ around. How about you?”

“Nothing special. We can do whatever we want, at least until our aunt is done with her meetings and everything.”

The three of us started ambling along together, not going anywhere in particular, just walking. I was in the middle.

After a minute, Kate said, “I really wanna go down to the lake and check it out, you know?”

Allie giggled, “Now? It’s fucking freezing outside!”

“I know,” Kate smiled, “that’s what Julie said too.” Then she added, “What grade are you in? I’m in sixth.”

“I’m in sixth too. I just turned 12. How old are you?”

“I’m 11, almost 12,” said Kate.

That wasn’t exactly true, since my sister had turned 11 only a few months earlier. I winked at her, then told Allie, “I’m 13, almost 14.”

“Shut up,” said Kate, punching my shoulder. “Your birthday was just last month.”

“I know,” I grinned.

We stopped at an upscale candy store, a place that sold designer chocolates and stuff. Allie peered in the window. “Shit, I would be like 800 pounds if I ate as much of that as I want to.”

“You?” I chuckled. “You’re so damn skinny, no way.”

“Oh, thanks.” She turned and smiled at me, running her tongue around her lips in a way that made my pussy tingle.

Suddenly Kate said, “Hey, I know! You guys don’t want to be cold, so how ‘bout if we go find the gym here and get in the sauna. You wanna do that?”

I could have kissed her right then. What a brilliant idea!

“The sauna?” Allie asked, eyebrows raised. “They have one here?”

“Yeah, that’s what our aunt said anyway,” Kate replied. “Let’s go find it, okay?”

Allie nodded, then said, “Okay, but, like, are you sure they’ll let us in?”

“Hell yeah, we can go anywhere.” My sister held up the plastic badge around her neck displaying it. “We’re like VIPs and stuff.”

Allie frowned. “What do you mean?”

Chuckling, I explained, “Our Aunt Barbara is vice president of the company that owns this hotel. So, see, with these badges supposedly we can go wherever we want. Anywhere except the casino, that is.”

“Yeah, but I think later we should try to fucking sneak in there anyway,” said Kate, with an evil grin. “But now let’s go find the sauna.”

We asked at the desk and were told that the gym was one level down. We could either take the elevator or a set of stairs near the front window of the lobby that looked out over the sparkling blue lake. We chose the stairs.

As we were trotting down, Allie said, “Shit, I don’t have a badge, though. Maybe they won’t let me in, or…”

I turned to her, grinning. “That’s when you just say, ‘Badges? I don’t have to show you any stinking badges!’”

They both giggled.

We found the gym, which the hotel actually called the Fitness Center, and then located the sauna. There was no problem at all getting Allie in. The badges Kate and I wore seemed to operate like a powerful talisman.

Full-length windows in front of the stair-stepping machines faced a lawn that sloped down toward the lake. The sauna, however, was in the rear, close to the locker rooms. A young, attractive, very polite female attendant handed us big fluffy towels and one-piece bathing suits and brand-new flip-flops too. She took us to a set of lockers and gave us three keys with pins that would attach to our suits. The attendant told us there was a full-size swimming pool and also a hot tub, but we were eager to try the sauna.

Now it was time to take off our clothes and put on the suits. I looked around and saw changing rooms, a line of little booths like at a clothing store. “There,” I said, pointing, “that’s where we change.”

Allie put a hand on my arm. “I don’t want to go in one all by myself. Can I share with you?”

“Yeah, me too,” nodded Kate. “Let’s all go together.”

“Those booths look pretty fucking small,” I giggled. “But I guess we can try.”

The truth was, of course, that I would be very happy to change clothes alongside this cute girl, and my sexy sister too. I only hoped my panties wouldn’t be too noticeably wet.

We squeezed in and had a great time getting out of our clothes and into our suits in such a tight space. None of us seemed to mind pressing her body up against the others as we took off our shirts and as Kate and I pulled off our jeans and Allie wiggled out of her skirt.

When we were down to just our panties, we stopped for a moment and gazed at one another. It was warm in there, and close. We’d all been laughing as we undressed and were breathing hard.

Our eyes went automatically to each other’s breasts. We were all about the same size, still not very big. At barely 13, I had only small cone-shaped mounds with puffy pink nipples. Kate’s boobies were more rounded than mine but not large at all, with tight brown nipples like little buttons. Allie was sort of in-between. Her developing breasts were soft and white, not even a mouthful yet, with sweet pink nipples.

After we finished studying each other’s bodies, Allie looked into my eyes. She licked her lips again the way she’d done outside the candy store. I felt a surge of lust that actually made me shiver. She parted her lips, lifting her chin. For a second, I thought she was going to kiss me, or that I was going to kiss her, but then the moment passed.

“Okay, uh-um,” I stammered, swallowing hard, “l-let’s get our suits on.”

I could see Kate suppressing a grin. She knew how turned on I was.

Because it was such a tight fit inside the booth, we had to take turns removing our underwear and squeezing into the bathing suits. I went first. My panties were wet, but if either of the others noticed, they didn’t say anything. I pulled up the suit. It was racing style, made of a light, stretchy material. My erect nipples showed clearly through the thin fabric.

Kate went next, then Allie. When our young blonde friend pushed her bikini panties down, I tried to get a look at her crotch, to see if she had any pussy hair yet. If she did, I couldn’t find it then.

Giggling again, we left the changing room, wearing our suits and the new flip-flops. We put our clothes in the lockers, picked up our towels and headed for the sauna.

Continue on to Chapter 2

By Naughty Mommy

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Debby fell asleep in the car on the way back, so Bridget carried the snoozing 9-year-old in her arms into the hotel lobby. They went up to the penthouse in the elevator along with Sheila, Erin, and Fiona. Angela and her group had returned a few minutes earlier and were already in the suite when the others arrived.

They decided Bridget would put Debby down in the third bedroom, the one where Tina and Amanda had left their things after checking out of the motel. Sleeping arrangements had not yet been determined, but that could wait. For now everyone (with the exception of Debby) was still so keyed up from their rousing night of erotic entertainment that sleep was not on their minds — hot lesbian sex was what they were all thinking about.

Angela could hardly take her eyes off Paige. She was ravenous for her. She did her duty as hostess, of course, providing fresh drinks to those who wanted them. But even while making sure her guests were settling in comfortably, with no one left out, Angela kept special tabs on the preteen stunner.

Paige, who was sitting at one end of a leather sofa next to her mother, Eve, was wearing a very short dress, showing off her long slender legs. At the other end of the sofa was Tina, with Eve seated in the middle. Amanda, Tina’s 10-year-old daughter, was on her mom’s lap. Angela flowed around the large room seeing that everyone had what they needed and chatting gaily, and as she did so she made no attempt to disguise her frequent lingering looks at Paige’s beautiful legs.

The girl noticed this, of course, and it definitely excited her. She’d had a taste the previous evening of what fun it could be to flirt and to play little exhibitionist games, and she was also still feeling extremely aroused from the incredible things she’d seen at the private dinner club, so Paige not only enjoyed Angela’s admiring glances at her legs but made sure to slyly pull the hem of her dress up even higher, letting the woman see almost everything.

Eve, Paige’s mother, was well aware of what was going on, but she didn’t mind it, not a bit. She was happy to see Paige asserting herself and flirting so openly — and she also greatly enjoyed looking at her daughter’s bare legs. Eve enjoyed it so much, in fact, that she placed her hand on a cute knee and then slowly brought it upward, letting just the tips of her fingers glide over the smooth skin. She felt Paige begin to tremble with excitement.

The girl turned toward Eve, smiling and licking her lips. The truth was that even though Angela’s lascivious looks really turned her on, the one person Paige desired more than anyone else in the room was her own mother. They’d had sex with each other the night before — and again that very morning — and Paige was now totally convinced that never in her life would she want anyone or anything more than she wanted her mom. She didn’t know if she was in love, if you would call it that between a mother and a daughter, but she definitely was in lust.

Eve returned her daughter’s smile and tightened her grip on the girl’s slim thigh. But she was feeling torn. She wanted Paige very much. And she also wanted her older daughter, Gwen. Sex with both of them was fabulous, amazing, it was … words couldn’t even describe how great it was. And yet Eve was discovering something new about herself. Now that she had come out of her shell, now that she had, with Angela’s assistance, opened those metaphorical doors she’d sheltered behind for so long, she was realizing that she wanted not only her own daughters, but other young girls too — and their sexy mothers as well!

In particular Eve was feeling a strong pull toward Tina. She liked the woman a lot, to start with, simply as a friend. Tina was bright and funny and very pretty, but she also had a special sort of innocent sex appeal. Perhaps it was because she really wasn’t very experienced at all, sexually, even less so than Eve herself. Tina seemed almost virginal at times. And of course those dimples when she smiled, oh my god, it made Eve’s tummy get all fluttery and her pussy warm and moist.

So, Eve smiled again at Paige, then took her daughter’s hand in hers and pulled it into her lap, actually pushing their joined hands firmly into the crotch of her tight jeans. The girl certainly couldn’t mistake the meaning of that gesture. She blushed and giggled, looking adorable. Eve gave her a wink, but then turned to look at Tina. And when she did, she found that she was not the only mom playing sexy games with her daughter.

Amanda was on Tina’s lap, leaning back against her mother. The child’s eyes were glazed, her mouth slack. She was breathing hard. Tina’s hand was between Amanda’s legs, pressing in and rubbing her through the thin cotton of her sundress. Amanda’s hand was on Tina’s, guiding her. The girl was clearly very excited.

Eve was momentarily surprised that Tina and her daughter would perform such a blatantly sexual act in front of everyone. She immediately recognized, though, how silly that reaction was. After all, they had just returned from seeing a live sex show — a mom and her two girls fucking each other — so what did she expect? Perhaps the real surprise was that it had taken this long.

“That’s hot,” Eve said to Tina, “what you’re doing. It’s very hot.”

“I … couldn’t … help it …” Tina replied, forcing the words out between fast breaths.

Eve realized then that Tina was repeatedly pushing herself upwards beneath Amanda, thrusting her pussy against the child’s bottom, humping her. She didn’t think it was likely that Tina could actually come that way, but it was incredibly exciting to see.

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In the third bedroom of the expansive suite, Bridget was looking at Debby. Her little girl was sleeping soundly in one of the two queen-size beds, lying on her back with the sheets at her waist. She was nude. As Bridget had quietly removed her shoes and her ankle socks, then her pretty dress and finally her panties, Debby had only briefly stirred. She was used to having her mother undress her this way. It always felt warm and comforting to the girl.

Bridget thought she probably ought to go back out now and join the rest of the people at the party, or the orgy, or whatever it was they were having. She wanted to, but kept putting it off. The woman just couldn’t tear herself away. She so loved looking at Debby like this. It was something she had been doing for years, gazing at the child as she slept. Of course, there was nothing unusual about that. Nearly all parents probably did it. However, during the past year or so, her viewing sessions in Debby’s room late at night had become increasingly erotic in nature. Now when Bridget looked at her daughter, she felt desire, lust, an overwhelming need to have sex with her.

The afternoon before, on Sunday, she actually had confessed these feelings to Debby, had for the first time admitted her incestuous desires, and — to Bridget’s great relief — Debby had not rejected her or seemed upset by it at all. In fact, she had said it was fine with her. If her mom wanted it, then she wanted it too! Oh what joy for Bridget!

And so they had made love the previous night, and it was every bit as wonderful as Bridget had always dreamed it would be. Debby had not yet experienced a climax (perhaps she was still too young for that), but Bridget certainly had.

The memory of that, of kissing her daughter, of touching her everywhere, even licking her sweet little pussy, made Bridget tremble with desire again. She opened her slacks and shoved a hand down inside her panties. She was very wet.

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Sheila fleetingly wondered where Bridget was. She knew, of course, that her sister was in one of the bedrooms in the suite putting Debby to bed, but why hadn’t she come back out yet? Oh well, it didn’t really matter. Sheila had a party to enjoy, and there were alluring girls and women all around her.

She looked at Amanda on the sofa, sitting on her mother’s lap. It was so fucking hot the way the girl’s mother, Tina, was rubbing her. Sheila wanted Amanda, and she wanted Tina too. As she thought about having them both at the same time, her pussy gave an involuntary twinge, almost like a sudden mini-orgasm. Sheila groaned and squeezed her legs together. She could feel her cunt oozing moisture. God, she was so turned on.

Next to Tina was Eve, and on the other side of Eve was that unbelievably hot young Paige. How could a girl that age be so gorgeous? Of course to Sheila girls of almost any age were desirable, although Paige definitely was something special. It looked as if she and her mom were really starting to get into it, though, so maybe Sheila should focus on someone else for the time being.

Just then Bambi came by to give Sheila a fresh drink. The 10-year-old had been assisting her mother, Angela, with hostess duties. But as she handed the glass to Sheila, the little blonde had such a tempting look in her eyes, an unmistakably frank offer of sexual availability, that Sheila almost climaxed on the spot. She literally shivered all over with desire.

Bambi was familiar with that response. A lot of ladies would act like that when she looked at them in a certain way. It made them get excited, and Bambi always loved helping ladies feel good. But Sheila seemed even more, like, exaggerated than other ladies. And she had such nice big boobs. Bambi really wanted to suck her boobs.

“Miss Sheila?”

“Y-yes, honey?” the woman panted. Her face was flushed. Sweat beaded her upper lip. She was wearing a halter sundress, white and blue and green, with no bra. Her erect nipples clearly poked through the thin material.

“Is it okay if I look at your boobs? I want to see them. Can I, please?”

Another tremor passed through Sheila, this one even stronger than before. Again it was not quite a climax, but damn close. She licked her lips and tried to keep herself from stammering. It wasn’t easy.

“My, uh… m-my boobs?”

“Uh-huh. I think they’re nice. Will you let me look at them?”

Sheila’s legs were shaky, unsteady. She had to sit down. She looked behind her. Good, there was a chair. She sat, fanning her face with her hand, her legs apart. The other hand held her drink, scotch on the rocks. She took a big gulp.

Jesus, what was happening to her? Sheila usually was much more in control of herself. But the effect of all they had seen and done earlier that evening, and now being where she was — in a room full of sexy moms and daughters, with some of the girls being very young, and apparently all of them completely willing — it was just so fucking hot!

She took another long swallow of the cold, bracing liquid, then set the glass down. She reached out and took Bambi’s hand and brought it to her breast.

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Bridget was masturbating. Her slacks and her panties were on the floor. She was leaning over Debby, her face very close to the child’s naked body. The sheets were pushed all the way down so she could see everything. She stared at her daughter’s hairless pussy, so perfect, so innocent, so utterly irresistible. She wanted to kiss her there, lick her, taste her, but she also felt she ought to let the poor girl continue sleeping. So she just looked at her, breathing hard, rubbing her wet cunt, starting to get close.

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Gwen got up. She’d been hanging back a bit, sitting near Erin and her little sister Fiona, quietly chatting with them and observing, just waiting to see what would happen. Gwen had watched her mother, Eve, and her sister, Paige, and smiled at what she’d seen them doing. She’d also watched Tina and her little girl Amanda, practically having sex on the sofa beside them. That was all really exciting.

But then she saw how Sheila reacted when Bambi spoke to her, and that was even more exciting. Suddenly she wanted Bambi. It was almost instinctive. She had to fuck that little girl, and she was certain that Bambi would be willing. Gwen stood and walked over toward her, not even bothering to make an explanation to Erin or Fiona.

“Hi,” she said to the woman and the girl.

“Hi,” Bambi smiled. Sheila looked up and blinked but didn’t say anything. She was too preoccupied with the child’s hands on her breasts.

“So, Bambi,” Gwen began, “is it okay if I, like, touch you?”

“Sure! You can do anything you want with me.” The little blonde’s smile was even broader.

Gwen heard Sheila groan. The woman had a hand between her legs now, inside her panties. With her other hand she was reaching behind her neck, fumbling a bit. She cursed, then said, “Bambi, undo my… my dress here…”

Taking her hands from Sheila’s breasts, Bambi reached up and quickly opened the button that fastened the sides of the halter together. The top of the dress fell away and Sheila’s glorious large bosom was revealed.

“Mmm,” Bambi licked her lips. But then she said, “Um, do you wanna go in my bedroom, Miss Sheila? It’ll be easier in there than on this chair.”

“Oh, uh, yes, of course.”

Sheila got to her feet, a bit unsteadily. She shimmied her dress down over her hips and stepped out of it, laying it on the chair. Her open-toe shoes were already off. Now she was wearing only her pink panties, which had a very noticeable wet spot in the crotch. Sheila took a deep breath and fluffed up her auburn hair, pushing it back from her face. She was beginning to feel somewhat more in control of herself.

She smiled at Gwen. “Are you coming to the bedroom with us, sexy?”

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Bridget came — very loudly — and Debby woke up.

“Mommy?”

“Oh, hi… hi sugar… sorry I… didn’t mean to wake you…”

“It’s okay,” the little girl yawned. “What time is it?”

“It’s late. You can go back to sleep, baby… except… first, do you want to do something to help me?”

“Um, okay.”

Bridget pulled her top over her head, tossing it aside, then unhooked her bra and shrugged it off. She took her breasts in her hands, massaging them and tweaking the hard nipples.

“Will you… just for a minute, honey, suck on Mommy’s nipples?”

“Really?” Debby asked, her eyes wide.

“Yeah, it’s, um… see, it feels really good, really nice. Fiona, uh, she did it for me the other night, and…”

“Fiona did it?”

“Uh-huh, she did,” Bridget nodded.

“Okay, I want to. How do I do it?”

“Just, you know, like a baby.” Bridget leaned down, bringing her nipple close to her daughter’s face. “Just like when you were a baby, Mommy’s sweet little girl, sucking on my nipples.”

“Okay,” Debby smiled, giggling for a moment. But then she licked her lips, opened wide, and took one of her mother’s long brown nipples into her mouth.

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Approaching the quartet on the leather sofa, Angela gave them her prettiest smile. She held out her hands. “Would all of you like to come with me into the bedroom, where we can get more comfortable?”

Eve grinned at the tall blonde and nodded her head. Tina didn’t respond at first. After a moment, she swallowed and said, “What?”

“Come on,” Eve chuckled, placing a hand on Tina’s arm and giving it a squeeze. “Let’s go in the bedroom, okay?”

“Oh, sure, all right.”

Angela took Paige’s hand, pulling the girl up. Eve stood as well. Amanda slipped from Tina’s lap, so limp with arousal that she almost crumpled to the floor. Eve and Tina caught her, though, and as Tina stood up, she lifted the child into her arms. They made their way into the large master bedroom.

Sitting beside each other in a loveseat, Erin and Fiona watched them go. A minute earlier, they had seen their mother, Sheila, go off with Bambi and Gwen toward Bambi’s bedroom. Aunt Bridget still wasn’t there. Maybe she’d fallen asleep with Debby, or maybe they were doing… something else. Anyway, the two girls were now the only ones left in the living area.

Fiona turned to her big sister, grinning. “So, um, did you really mean what you said to me before?”

“Did I… when?” Erin wrinkled her brow, cocking her head.

“Today, out in the ocean. When, um, remember, when we were kissing, or before then, and you said, like, you wanted to, you know, fuck me?”

The teenager nodded, smiling. “Yeah, I did. I really did mean it. So, do you want to now?”

“Yeah, I think I do,” Fiona giggled.

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“Yes, yes, yes, yes!!”

Bridget was ready for another climax, furiously rubbing her hot wet pussy as her daughter mouthed her breast. Debby’s eyes were closed. Her small hands surrounded the tit, holding it almost like a bottle. She seemed to take very naturally to lesbian nipple-sucking, and the erotic sensations were driving Bridget wild.

“Fuck, yes, oh my god, yes, OHHH!!”

She came then, but didn’t stop. It was a fairly small orgasm, certainly wonderful, but Bridget still wanted more — more sex with her daughter. She continued squeezing and stroking her clit as Debby happily sucked her nipple.

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In Bambi’s bedroom, Sheila was flat on her back in the middle of the king-size bed. She was naked, her legs flung far apart. Bambi, also naked, was on top of Sheila, kissing and licking and sucking her nipples. Gwen, barefoot but still clothed, was kneeling between Sheila’s legs, staring at a pair of pussies, one of a mature woman, the other of a child.

Quickly pulling off her shirt, Gwen tossed it away. She wore no bra and was now topless. She bent down, bringing her face close to Sheila’s vulva. Droplets of moisture glimmered in the dark reddish tangle of pubic hair. The teenager inhaled, breathing through her nose. The smell of pussy was intoxicating. It made her mouth water. Then she looked up at Bambi’s little pussy, smooth and pink and hairless. Such a contrast!

Extending a hand, Gwen touched Bambi, her fingertips grazing over the little girl’s labia. In response, Bambi arched her pelvis and opened her legs wider, offering herself. Gwen took a deep breath. Was this all a dream? No, it was really happening!

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At last!

At last she had her. For several long moments, Angela simply gazed at the girl, drinking in her beauty. At only 11 years old, Paige was just starting to mature but already had an undeniably powerful sex appeal — for Angela anyway.

She had always felt there was something very special, something magical about that age… the time when a girl is on the cusp of becoming a young woman, her little breast buds so very tempting, her delicious vulva still almost hairless… so daintily innocent, just barely pubescent, and yet ravishingly seductive.

Paige was lying naked on her back on the huge round bed. Her face was mostly hidden between her mother’s thighs, but the rest of her body was open and available. Angela lightly fondled the girl’s small breasts, feeling the nipples harden. She knew how tender and sensitive they could be in someone this young, so her touch was very delicate, yet also highly arousing. She smiled to herself as she felt Paige responding, a shiver passing through her slim shape.

Her hands moved to the girl’s perfect legs. Gently pushing them apart, she caressed the soft skin, stroking and kneading, then sliding the tips of her fingers up the insides of her slender thighs. Another shiver, this one more dramatic. Paige was ready. Angela could actually see her labia coming open, the petals separating, revealing the moist pink treasure inside.

At last she had her, and now she need wait no longer. Slowly she lowered her face toward the tempting pussy.

Paige was licking her mother. Oh how she loved it! The taste, the feel, the smell, everything, it was just so great! She never wanted to be anywhere else or do anything else.

But at the same time she could feel something happening, something amazing. She knew that Angela was down there, of course, looking at her, caressing her, and it was certainly very exciting. She loved the feeling of the woman’s hands on her body, the way she touched her so softly and everything, but now — now, oh my god, Angela’s tongue, her lips, her whole mouth, so hot and wet, licking me, sucking me, it’s unbelievably nice!

Paige shuddered all over and then realized that she was very quickly getting that warm honey feeling inside again. She knew by now that it meant an orgasm was approaching — but it was so fast this time, faster than ever before! What was Angela doing to her?!!

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Having Debby suck her nipples, seeing her child’s pretty mouth on her tit, her small hands clutching the breast, was just so incredibly arousing. Bridget cooed to Debby, masturbated, and in no more than two or three minutes reached climax yet again, her third orgasm in bed that night with her little girl. This last one was so overwhelming it practically knocked her out. She swooned, seeing stars, leaning heavily on an elbow, gasping, trying to catch her breath.

As she gradually settled down, powerful spasms beginning to recede with now only faint aftershocks making her body tremble, Bridget slowly opened her eyes. She smiled. Debby was beneath her, her mouth still at the breast, but it looked as though her baby had fallen back to sleep. The little one breathed slowly, steadily, occasionally seeming to awaken long enough to suck for a moment, before drifting off once more.

What a darling she was! How happy Bridget felt!

For so long she had dreamed of this day, of a time when she could show her daughter everything she felt for her, holding nothing back. And now they were finally doing it. No matter that Debby was asleep now, or that she had not yet been able to experience an orgasm herself — that would come in time, and they had the time. They had years ahead of them to share their bodies and their incestuous desires, possibly even the entire rest of their lives to love each other in that very special way.

Could that happen? Would it happen? When Debby was an adult, say, a woman in her 20s, with Bridget then approaching 50 (yikes!), would they still be lovers then? She hoped so. For now, though, she was perfectly happy just as she was, just as they were. She laid her head next to Debby’s on the pillow and closed her eyes.

Continue on to Chapter 37

By Naughty Mommy

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In the master bedroom at the condo, Stephanie was feeling very sleepy, almost ready to drop off. After three wonderful orgasms she was completely sated, exhausted but quite happy in spite of any moral reservations she might have. Perhaps it wasn’t right to masturbate in bed with a 7-year-old girl — and not only to masturbate with her, of course, but to do it while the child was sucking her nipples. Yipes!

Smiling to herself, Stephanie thought, well, maybe it’s not right, but I don’t know, who can say? Anyway, it just felt so incredibly good, she’d do it again in a heartbeat. And maybe in the morning they would, she thought with a chuckle. How nice that would be… right now, though, she was really looking forward to falling fast asleep.

She yawned and lightly stroked Jordan’s back as the little girl snuggled beside her. She felt so warm and comfortable, just about ready to float away.

The only problem was, Jordan was fidgety. She kept squirming and sighing. She didn’t seem sleepy at all.

“Honey, are you okay?” Stephanie whispered groggily. “Do you need to go to the toilet or something?”

“No, um, but… can we do Pony-Pony?”

“Pony-Pony, what’s that?”

“It’s a game. Nanna showed it to me. Can I do it with you?”

Although it was late, far past her bedtime, Jordan really needed something. When she sucked the lady’s big nipples it felt so good and then the lady rubbed herself and it smelled so good and now she needed just one more thing before she could go to sleep.

“Well, sweetie, we can’t play a game now, not when it’s so late.”

But Jordan had such an urge. She needed it. “Just for a minute? I can do it fast I think.”

The little girl didn’t know how to masturbate yet. All her orgasms came through sexual contact with her mother, Stacie, or her grandmother, Carol, the woman she called Nanna. She hadn’t played Pony-Pony with anyone else except them, but she wanted to do it now with this lady, her aunt, whatever her name was. It was almost like her mother’s name, Stofie or something, she just couldn’t remember. But she knew how good it would feel to play the game with her and she needed it!

“Please can we? It’s easy.”

“I…… can’t you just go to sleep?”

“No.”

“Well, what kind of game is it?”

“I can show you, okay?”

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Under the sheets in the third bedroom, Jordan’s mother and grandmother cuddled together. They’d just finished making love and were holding each other, softly kissing, sharing the taste of pussy juice on their lips and in their mouths. Stacie and Carol kissed and nuzzled and murmured endearments to one another for a minute or two, and then soon they were drifting off into sleep.

In the other bed in the same room, Veronica was hugging her daughter Hailey, squeezing her tightly. Her heart was still beating fast. Only a few minutes earlier she’d experienced a huge orgasm, one of the strongest she could ever remember, as she’d held the child’s hand in hers and rubbed Hailey’s fingers against her clit. It was so wrong, so unthinkable — and yet so fucking hot.

As her breathing finally slowed, Veronica did her best to convince herself that perhaps it wasn’t really wrong. Perhaps it was simply natural, women and girls having fun together, getting excited, sharing pleasure, and what did it matter if they were related? Had any harm been done? Well, she wasn’t sure about that yet. How did Hailey feel?

She kissed the little blonde’s forehead, tasting salty sweat. There wasn’t much doubt that Hailey also had become aroused, or at least had appeared to, and she’d certainly made no attempt to resist when Veronica used her hand to masturbate. But how was she doing now? What was she thinking about?

“Baby girl?” Veronica whispered.

“Yeah?”

“How are you doing? Are you okay?”

“I’m fine.”

“Well, um, do you, was it okay, I mean, did it bother you? What I did? You know, holding your hand that way, and uh, and rubbing it on me?”

“It was okay. But, um, Mom?”

“Yes, baby?”

“Was that sex? Did you and me, like, have sex, kinda the way you and Mommy do?”

“Well,” Veronica chuckled, “I suppose you could call it sex, although it was mostly one way. Just me sort of using you to get off.”

She realized that Hailey, at only 8 years old, likely would not understand what those words meant, let alone the concepts they referred to. She should simplify things.

“Let’s just say that it was… love, okay? I love you, and we were kissing, and I got really excited and, well, I made myself feel very good, and you helped me. Okay?” She kissed her forehead again.

“Okay…” Hailey yawned and snuggled in closer. “G’night, Mom.”

“Goodnight, sweetheart. I love you.”

“I love you too, Mom.”

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Holly, Hailey’s twin sister, was still awake in the next bedroom.

Not long after she finished doing that master-thing, Kelly had rolled onto her back and then fallen asleep beside her. She’d never really shown Holly how to do it, like she said she would, which was too bad. Oh well, maybe she could show her later, another time. And anyway Holly had sort of seen how she did it, just rubbing herself a lot down there. She couldn’t see all of it, though, because they were kissing at the same time, which was awesome. And it was cool the way Kelly got so excited and the way she had so much of that nice-smelling wet stuff on her fingers, just totally amazing!

In fact, maybe… Holly moved her hand down onto the sheet between them. Yep, she was right, there definitely was a big wet spot there. It felt kind of gooey and slippery. She brought her fingers up to her face, taking a long sniff, and then licked them. It tasted really really good. Tomorrow she’d have to tell Hailey all about it, about everything they did.

Then she wondered what Hailey was doing, wondered if she was already asleep. Probly, ‘cuz it really was late. She remembered that Hailey was gonna ask Mom if they could kiss in bed. I hope they did, Holly thought. Then she can tell me about that, and I’ll tell her about Kelly and what we did, and……  she slipped away into dreamland.

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“So, you said it wouldn’t take long to play this game?” Stephanie murmured, sleepily. She was still in a post-orgasmic stupor, feeling almost drunk, wanting to just drift off. But it seemed the little girl wouldn’t take no for an answer. “How long?”

“I don’t know,” Jordan shrugged, “but pretty fast.”

“What sort of game is it?”

“A fun one.”

“All right, well, uh, how do you play it?”

“I can show you how. Um, first you have to lift up your leg though.” Jordan sat up and began tugging on Stephanie’s right leg, the one across from where the girl was sitting, trying to pull it up.

“What? Why?”

“That’s how you play.”

“What kind of game is this??” Stephanie giggled. She went along, though, allowing the child to raise her leg until it was pointing almost straight up. But then, to her shock, Jordan climbed on top of Stephanie’s other leg, mounting her, bringing their naked pussies together. Oh my god, Jordan wanted to trib with her!!!

“Wait! Hold it! What are you doing? You can’t — ?!” she almost shouted, pushing herself up.

“This is how you play…” Jordan looked hurt and scared. “Don’t get mad.”

“No, honey, it’s, it’s okay, I’m not mad at you, but, but… but what kind of…”

And then suddenly it clicked. Stephanie came out of her haze and realized what it all meant. Earlier, when she’d allowed Jordan to suck her nipples, she’d been so captivated by lust and desire, so deeply immersed in her coming-true fantasy of sex with a little girl that it was almost as though it was happening to another person, or as if it wasn’t really her, only a dream she was having.

Now, however, she finally understood. Veronica had been right all along. There was something going on within the O’Neill family, between Carol and her daughter Stacie and even with Jordan, Stacie’s child. A girl her age wouldn’t suck and fondle a woman’s nipples — or, heaven forbid, want to trib with her — unless she’d been taught to do so. And obviously that’s what had happened. In fact…

“Sweetie, did you say before that, uh, that your Nanna taught you how to play this game?”

“Uh-huh,” the little girl nodded, smiling.

“And you play it with her?”

“Uh-huh, a lot, and with my mommy too. But, oh, I forgot, I’m not s’posed to talk about it.”

“You’re not? Why?”

As soon as Stephanie voiced the question, she knew the answer. It was perfectly obvious.

“Um, ‘cuz Mommy says…” Jordan began.

“Never mind, I understand. It’s all right, honey.”

“Are you mad at me?”

“No, no, of course I’m not, sweetheart. I’m not mad at you at all.”

“Good. Then can we play?”

Stephanie didn’t respond right away. She was still sitting up, leaning on her hands, and she wasn’t sure what to think or how she should feel. Right now she was, well, she was all sorts of things at the same time: stunned, amazed, curious, and yes, she was very aroused!

So should she? Should she really allow the child to do what she wanted to do? Probably not, said the sane part of her mind. But the temptation was simply too great.

“Okay, so… if we’re gonna play this fun game, honey, what do we do next?”

“You just stay there. You lay down, and then I ride pony on the pony.”

“You ride…… all right, well, why don’t you show me how then.” Stephanie lay back down, placing her hands on her breasts and squeezing her nipples. She winked at the girl.

Jordan rewarded her with a huge smile. She looked so happy, so cute, with those big brown eyes and her slim little body tanned from the sun. Nothing on her chest, of course, not even bumps yet. Just flat nipples. Stephanie was feeling very excited — it was so forbidden, to be having sexual thoughts about such a young, pre-pubescent girl. And not only having thoughts about her, but actually having sex with her in real life!

Before starting, however, Jordan frowned and said, “Um… I know you’re the mommy for Holly and Hailey, and for Kelly. You’re my aunt.”

Stephanie nodded, slightly puzzled. “That’s right, sweetie.”

“Okay, but — what’s your name?”

Delighted, the woman laughed, “You don’t remember? Oh, you’re so adorable. My name is Stephanie.”

“Oh yeah,” Jordan grinned, “I knew it was something like that.”

And then, without saying another word, the child set to work. First she looked down between their legs, making sure to position her little pussy exactly where she wanted it, and then the little brunette started to move, just very slowly at the beginning, only a tiny shifting of her body on top of Stephanie’s, and then bit by bit increasing the pace… she slid up and down and side to side and in a gentle rotating motion too… she closed her eyes, concentrating, as if she were trying to reach a certain spot, make the perfect connection.

Oh, Jesus, it felt so damn good. Stephanie closed her eyes as well, and laid her head back, enjoying the erotic sensations. She and her partner Veronica loved tribbing and they did it frequently. But it was different for them, most often a hot, sweaty, frenzied banging in the dark until one or both came. They were so experienced and so used to each other that they usually didn’t take the time to achieve such a precise, intimate, one-to-one meeting between their two clits. That’s what Jordan had done, though, and it was heaven.

Stephanie licked her lips and pinched her nipples, shaking her head in amazement. She could hardly believe it was happening — a little girl, a 7-year-old, was tribbing with her, they were having sex, pussy to pussy, clit to clit, the child’s erect pink nub rubbing on Stephanie’s larger, fully engorged clitoris — and damn, if she wasn’t getting close already!

It was just so goddamn hot, Jordan was fucking her, this hot little girl was going to make her come, pushing her sweet hairless pussy into Stephanie’s cunt, and she said she’d done the same thing with her mommy and her Nanna!!

When she thought about that, when she realized that this was not the first time for Jordan, not at all, that she’d been having lesbian sex, lesbian incest with her mother and her grandmother, it suddenly shot Stephanie over the top.

“Oh fuck fuck fuck yes!!!”

Jordan opened her eyes, smiling. Usually this didn’t happen. Sometimes it did, except usually she was first, or they would both be together. But this was nice. It was fun watching Stephanie, seeing the way she moaned and grabbed her boobies and squeezed them so hard. And she liked hearing her say those bad words. It meant she was really feeling good. That’s what her mommy said.

“God… god… my god…” Stephanie panted, her sudden unexpected climax quickly receding. She raised her head and looked at Jordan, grinning sheepishly.

“You made me come, honey.”

“I know.” Jordan returned the grin.

“But, did you… you didn’t, uh, finish yet, did you?”

“Uh-uh, not yet.”

“Do you want to?”

“Is it okay? Can I?”

“Of course you can, baby. You can do anything you want with me,” Stephanie chuckled. “Is, uh, is there something you want me to do, to help you?”

“No, I can do it. Um, just a minute.”

The little girl closed her eyes again. Stephanie’s cunt was now awash with warm fluids, fully lubricated. That made the connection between their clits even more intimate, it seemed, and even more stimulating for both of them.

Jordan began moving faster right away.

“Ride the pony, ride the pony,” Stephanie heard the child whispering, apparently to herself. She was breathing hard, rocking her hips back and forth, almost like she was — oh, of course, like she was on a rocking horse, riding a pony. Only she was riding Stephanie, fucking her pussy, and Jesus Christ it was just so hot watching her, this little girl having sex with her, it was so hot, and — omigod, Stephanie thought, am I really going to come again, already?

Squeezing her eyes shut, scrunching her face, riding riding riding, yes, oh good, here it comes, here it comes. Jordan could feel it happening, that feeling she loved so much, here it comes, here it comes — NOW!!!

They climaxed together.

Continue on to Chapter 36

By Naughty Mommy

How can I ever tell you how wonderful it is for me, what a relief to know that at the end of each long and tiring day I can come home to…

Well, I don’t suppose I can ever really explain it in words. You would almost have to be me to fully understand what I mean and how I feel. But what the heck, I’ll give it a try.

You see, I work as a cocktail waitress at an exclusive and very private club, a men’s fraternal organization in a big midwestern city. This is one of those truly old-fashioned places, a throwback to, I don’t know, the late 1800’s maybe. The exterior of their building is all brick and stone and narrow curtained windows. The interior is nothing but dark paneling, heavy bookcases, and musty portraits of long-dead men with beards. And oh my, you should see all the antlers hanging everywhere, lots of antlers. Anyway, I think you get the picture.

Of course, no women are allowed inside. There are no female members. Never have been, and never will be. According to gossip among the staff, they’ve been sued numerous times for gender discrimination. Race discrimination too, probably, because I’ve certainly never seen anyone of color in there.

But, not surprisingly, the club has never lost a suit. How could they, when all the top judges and all the best lawyers and all the leading legislators — not to mention the mayor and the governor and the state attorney general — are all members?

Now, I said no women are allowed inside, but that’s not strictly true. Late at night, after hours, there are maids who come in and clean. And then there are the two of us, Heather and me, the cocktail waitresses: I work the day shift; Heather works the night shift. But that’s it as far as women are concerned, just us and the maids. The kitchen staff is entirely male, all three dining room waiters are men, and there are also a few butlers and that sort of thing, males of course.

I suppose some people would tell me I should feel privileged to move among the wealthy and the powerful, to be able to show my shapely legs, my cleavage, and my made-up face to all the influential men sitting in their overstuffed chairs, smoking their awful cigars, reading whatever they read, their eyes following me everywhere, hands always ready for a grab.

That’s the part I hate the most. I could put up with the nasty tobacco smell in my clothes and in my hair, with all the lewd remarks and crude invitations I receive — I could deal with all that if they would only keep their hands off me. But they don’t. Day after day, week after week, I am pawed, groped, squeezed, pinched… and I have to take it with a smile frozen on my face.

When I first started there, almost two years ago, I tried to complain about that. I was told in no uncertain terms, however, that if I wanted to keep my job, with its unusually high pay and excellent benefits, I would just have to accept the hands-on part of the deal. And so I do.

Luckily, there are limits. They can’t take my clothes off (what little clothing my costume consists of) and they can’t actually have sex with me or anything like that. There’s no kissing involved, or not too much anyhow — sometimes a drunken member will lose his head and give me a wet smooch, though thankfully that’s rare.

The point is, here I am, a 31-year-old lesbian being grabbed and fondled and otherwise molested by a bunch of creepy old men. Very rich and powerful old men. It’s a strange situation.

They don’t know I’m a lesbian, or at least I don’t think they do. I’ve certainly never told anyone there. As far as everyone knows, I’m an attractive young woman (very young, compared to most of the members) with long legs and high-heels, a short skirt and a tight-fitting low-cut top. I serve the drinks. I strut around and display my body. I let them see me, and, as much as I have to, I let them touch me. I even flirt a little bit. And I do it because the pay is just so good. Really good.

So, what does that make me? A prostitute? No, of course it doesn’t. It’s not as if I have sex with anyone for money. I simply give them the idea that I might have sex with them someday if they are very, very lucky. I give them something to think about when they go home to their wives.

In return, I am able to put aside enough in savings to make sure Ashley will go to the best college, receive a fine education, become someone special, and never have to work the sort of a job her mom works.

Ashley is my daughter. She is the reason I do all this, that I put up with everything. And in fact, I’m very happy to do so.

I know I must come off like I’m complaining, but really I’m not. It’s all worth it to me. I allow the ugly men with their bad breath to put their hands on me. I smile and laugh, I call them the pet names they like, I bend over low so they can ogle my boobs or look up my skirt. And honestly, I’m satisfied with my job. It has its drawbacks, certainly, but so does every job. I really don’t mind, because I’m doing it for her.

Best of all is knowing what awaits me when I finally arrive home at the end of each long and tiring day. Knowing that Ashley will be there, with her cute little smile, her silly jokes, her funny stories about school, her warm hugs and soft kisses.

We have dinner together, something I bring home from the club (the kitchen staff dotes on me and they feed us very well, bless their hearts). And then at last, the thing I look forward to the most, that special time in the evening when it’s just Ashley and me, my wonderful, beautiful, affectionate 12-year-old daughter.

How can I ever tell you how happy that girl makes me? How much pleasure she brings me? How can I ever put it into words?

Well, perhaps I can’t. This might be one of those times when a picture really does say it all.

So, here we are, my darling daughter Ashley and me…

 

 

By Naughty Mommy

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

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

Except she was doing something else. She was masturbating!

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Wh-what do you mean?”

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

“You did?”

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

“She was?”

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

“You could?”

“Yeah, like rubbing herself and everything.”

“Okay.”

“Are you doing that now?”

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

“Is that the smell?”

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

“Um, you know what?”

“What?”

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

“You were? Really?”

“Uh-huh, and I tasted it.”

“Wow…”

“Can I taste yours?”

“You — taste mine??”

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

“God, Holly. Really?”

“Is it okay? Can I?”

—————

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

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

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

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

Holly nodded, smiling. “Can I?”

“Well, yeah, I guess…”

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

“Um, Holly?”

“Yeah?”

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

“I think so.”

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

“Uh-uh, we never have.”

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

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

“Show you how?”

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

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

—————

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

The three performers were almost there too.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But she didn’t.

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

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

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

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

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“Do you like it?” Kelly asked Holly.

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

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

“You do?”

“Yeah.”

“God, Holly.”

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

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

“Okay.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh, but we, we haven’t…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Well, yes, but…”

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

“I…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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