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Lucy's Story Ch. 01

By: erosdreamer



The Beginning

Chapter One, The Funeral

The dark skies that had been threatening all morning let loose with a sudden downpour just as Lucy and her mom got into Aunt Brenda's Malibu. 

"Perfect weather for a funeral," thought Lucy, as she slouched into the back seat behind her aunt. Thinking back at the words the preacher had said about her dead father, tears again began to trickle down Lucy's face.

"Here, here, sweetie," her mother said. "Take this tissue and fix your eyes.

You're beginning to take on that raccoon look."

Alice, Lucy's mother, handed her a fist full of Kleenex. 

"Sit up straight, and fix your seat belt." Said Alice.

"Mom! I'm not a two-year-old. Please stop treating me as one."

Alice's voice softened, "I know dear, I didn't mean it to come out that way."

Turning to Brenda, Alice said, "She's 18 going on 30 most of the time, but sometimes she acts 13 again."

Brenda drove silently toward the Hyatt at the airport where they were staying.

Alice and Dan had divorced when Lucy was only four years old. Dan had been good about paying the child support but had moved from their home in Toledo to take a job with FAA in Oklahoma City. 

The workload of being an air traffic controller pretty much had kept Dan from seeing his daughter on a regular basis. He had tried to call often in the beginning but so much of the time his calls were unanswered or were too late in the evening. Over time, Dan's contact with Lucy diminished from "not often" to "not at all". By the time Lucy graduated from high school, two months ago, she didn't know her father at all.

"The Church of Christ has set up a buffet for all of the relatives and friends." Brenda broke her silence.

"Are y'all hungry?"

"I'm famished," said Alice, who had not eaten anything but a piece of dry toast earlier in the morning. Now at 2:30 in the afternoon, her stomach was beginning to growl.

"I really am not hungry, mom."

"Can't you just drop me at the hotel? Please." pleaded Lucy.

"Brenda, would it be too much trouble to drop her off?"

"No, I guess not. There is not likely to be anyone there Lucy's age anyway, so I think she would be bored out of her mind."

"Oh! Thank you Aunt Brenda." Lucy cried.

Lucy put her arms around the seat to give Brenda a hug and leaned forward to kiss the top of her head. 

"MMMMM " said Brenda.

Lucy realized she had encircled Brenda's breasts, holding one in each hand. Quickly she retracted her arms, blushing; she sank back into the rear set. Alice saw what had happened and smiled to herself. She was sure that it had been an innocent happening on her daughter's part but she also knew that Brenda enjoyed it.

Brenda was Dan's younger sister. At 27 she was actually closer to Lucy's age than Alice, who had just turned 40. They had gotten to know oneanother very well several years back when Brenda called her one day out of the blue and asked if she could come for a visit. It was actually a veiled request to move in as she had just been downsized off her job and dumped by her boyfriend all in the same week. She needed to get out of Houston. She felt a change of venue would help clear her mind and open up new horizons. Little did she know what new horizons were in store.

Brenda was not tall, at 5' 5" but carried herself very erect and just seemed taller. An addict to the workout shows on cable, there was not an ounce of fat on the girl. Her 34C breasts were firm and not really disproportionate to her body because of her good posture. A slim waist and firm rounded butt completed her statuesque figure. She was covered totally with a nature tan that she maintained on the white beaches of Galveston, as often as she could. Otherwise, she tanned on the lounger up on the roof of the apartment complex where she could strip down for that no lines look without voyeur eyes coping a peek. 

Alice mused as they drove. Remembering that one afternoon when she came home from work early to find Brenda on a beachtowel spread out on the backyard grass. She was on her back, totally nude, her clothes neatly folded next to her. Brenda's skin had that gloss from sunblock. Not a hint of a tan line on here anywhere that Alice could see. Watching Brenda lying in the bright sunshine from the open patio door, Alice felt a stirring in her groin she had not felt in some time. Unconsciously her hand slipped under her short skirt and found the growing wet spot on her panties. She stood there as if transfixed. Brenda was laying there her legs slightly apart. Alice could see every detail of Brenda's mons.

"She is so beautiful." Alice thought. Alice had only had sex with another woman while in college and only with one girl. She had always looked back at that time as a mind opening time and was neither ashamed nor worried about it. She never really considered herself bi-sexual since it never happened again after she moved out to the dorm and had her own apartment. That was when Dan had entered her life.

Clean shaved, the mound was only slightly puffy. The outer labia were close together with only a hint of Brenda's clit peeking out at the top and a very little of her inner labia showing at the very bottom of her slit. Alice's fingers deftly lifted the seam of her panties so she could pull the cloth to the side. First, a single finger tracing around her clit. Then two, moving up and down to bring more of her wetness to lubricate them as they caressed and encircled her clit. In what seemed like only seconds, she was overcome with the orgasm that almost buckled her knees. As she tried to keep herself upright she removed her hand from within her panties and held onto the doorjamb of the patio door, her leather soled shoes made a clicking noise. She turned and quickly ran off upstairs to her bathroom to finish what she had started. 

Brenda smiled, as she knew her sunglasses had hidden the fact that she had watched her sister masturbating. 

"There will be another time," she thought. There was.

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"Do you have your key, Lucy?" Alice asked, as Brenda eased the car under the drive-through entrance to the hotel.

"Yes, Mother, eeegawds!" Lucy snapped back.

"Ready for the wake?" asked Brenda.

"Hell yes!" Alice replied and smiled.

Lucy walked to the elevators, pressed the "UP" button and waited. "Elevators always take so long." she thought. She wanted to get out of her damp clothes and get into a hot shower and the sooner the better. The doors opened and she stepped in. 

"Fifteen, please," She said to the person standing in front of the button panel. The elevator shot up; it seemed in only moments and the door opened. Lucy stepped out and turned down the hall stopping at the door to 1524. She inserted the little card with the holes into the slot, holding it until the little green light came on. She pushed down the handle and the door opened with ease. She entered turning on the light and placing the "Do Not Disturb" sign on the hall side door handle.

She slipped off her coat and hung it in the closet. Walking to the dresser where her small carry-on bag was, she watched herself in the mirror reach behind and unzipped the black polished cotton cocktail dress she wore. It was really not appropriate for a funeral but thankfully it was raining so her coat hid it well. She shrugged her shoulders and let it fall to the floor and stepped out of it. Picking it up with one foot she flipped it over onto one of the chairs at the table by the window. Lucy liked her body. She studied it in the mirror standing there in her panties and bra. She was like her dad, tall at 5'9". Her auburn hair brushed the top of her shoulders. She had breasts that some girls would die for. 38D were a good size for her stature. Her 28" waist widened to 39" hips. She didn't like her hips so much but she knew she had a good-looking butt so she all in all was pretty happy with herself.

She walked into the bathroom and turned on the water for the shower, adjusting it until it was just about as hot as she could stand. After slipping out of her bra, Lucy hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her panties and slid them over her hips to fall around her ankles. She stepped out of them and into the steaming water. She picked up the complimentary bottle of body wash and filled one hand. Then rubbing her hands together she began to apply the lemon scented gel across her chest and down each arm. She took care to cover each breast slowly, enjoying the feel of them as the soapy gel foamed into a lather. She refilled her hands and spread the mixture first down one thigh and leg to the ankle and then the other. Lastly she covered her mons with the foam mixing it into the neatly trimmed bush above her slit. Then covering her labia generously with soft caresses of the foam. Without trying to excite herself she noticed that her nipples had become firm and accentuated. She took one hand and swirled the gel-foam over her breasts again and again, leaving the other hand to continue the massage of her now very moist pussy. It was as though she was caught up in the act knowing that soon the release would not only push way the stress of the funeral but also help her to relax. Her orgasm was as good as it usually was for her when masturbating. She rinsed off and stepped out of the shower, reaching for one of the large towels folded neatly on the rack on the wall. 

Lucy walked into the large room, drying herself with the towel as she walked. There were two king size beds, end tables for each, at large round table by the window with three chairs. The dresser was on the wall opposite the beds with a large mirror the full length of the dresser. Lucy looked at herself in the mirror, smiled, and picked up the complimentary dressing gown that she had left across the dress when they left earlier that morning. She picked up the phone and dialed room service.

"I'd like a grill cheese sandwich and a glass of milk." she said into the receiver. After hanging up the phone, Lucy turned on the TV to the video channel but the music just bored her. She was tired. "Why did I order room service?" she thought. "Oh well." Sitting at the table she opened her makeup case and took out the small mirror. Casually she dabbed away any remnants of her make up wish moisturizer. 

Knock Knock "Room Service." The voice from the other side of the door was not loud but Lucy could tell it was a young man's voice. She went to the door, opened it and stood there in her dressing gown, which she did not realize, was gapped, open. The young man was about her age and he made a valiant effort not to stare are her body as he handed her the tray of food. 

"You can just sign for it," he said.

Lucy carried the tray in, set it on the dresser, and signed the charge slip. She then realized that her gown was open. "Oh well, I'll give him a thrill." she thought and slowly made her way back to the door making no effort to cover her neatly trimmed bush as she walked. She could see the bulge in his pants grow as she neared. "I'm sorry," she said, "My mom didn't leave me any tip money."

"T-That's ok," he stammered. "Maybe you will see me later and make it up to me then."

"You can count on it," she cooed and closed the door. 

Lucy plopped the tray of food down on the table. Lifting the plate cover she looked at the sandwich and then recovered it. "That's not really what I need." she thought. "I need rest." She walked to the king-size bed nearest the window and pulled back the spread and top sheet. Lying down she took both pillows, made a nest of them, assumed the fetal position, and in mere moments drifted off to sleep.

Lucy's Story Ch. 02



Chapter 2, Aunt Brenda

About four o'clock, the wake changed venue from the Church of Christ to the Bulls and Bears Tavern a few blocks away. The "Christians" would not have approved of the drinking and dancing. Alice had struck up a conversation with an old acquaintance from back when her marriage to Dan had been only a couple of years old. 

Brenda went from group to group accepting condolences and sipping more white wine than she realized. About 6pm, she went over to where Alice was engaged in a heated debate over whether Dan really had been a womanizer or not. 

Whispering in Alice's ear, "I'm drunk sister, I taking a cab back to the hotel and you keep the car." 

She handed Alice the keys to her car, turned and was out the door before Alice could say a word. Brenda settled into the back seat of the cab, "Hyatt Airport", she said. 

"Yes, Ma'am" 

It wasn't but a couple of miles to the hotel so the ride was short and sweet. "I need a shower and some sleep." Brenda though as the taxi pulled up to the front entrance. The doorman opened the taxi door for her and she stepped out. The heel of her pump caught the molding across the bottom of the doorway and she tumbled out onto the concrete. 

"Great! This is just great!" she cried as the doorman took her arm and helped her to her feet. There was a small tear on the knee of her panty hose but the bruise to her ego was the greater injury. Flushed with embarrassment, she managed a, "Thank you." and managed to make it inside and to the elevator. 

"Come on, come on," she thought. Finally the doors opened and she stepped inside. She pushed the 15Th floor button and slouched against the wall. When the doors opened, she smoothed her dress, more out of habit than necessity, and walked out into the hallway and to their room. 

Easing the card into the slot, she opened the door into a darkened room. Without turning on the light, she walked in. 

Lucy had left the drapes open a little so some of the early evening light softly illuminated the room. There was Lucy asleep on the bed closest to the window. The dim light played on Lucy's body exposed by the open robe. She lay on her back but with her knees drawn up slightly and to the side. Her breasts were only slightly covered by her left arm that was across her chest. Brenda watched the slow rise and fall of Lucy's breathing. Brenda had watched her niece grow up and become a beautiful woman. She had long time dreams of someday taking Lucy to that forbidden place. Was this the time, the place? Brenda forced herself to look away, "Shower and sleep," she thought, "shower and sleep." 

Brenda slipped out of her shoes, turned and walked into the bathroom, and carefully closed the door as to not make any more noise than possible. She turned on the shower and adjusted the temperature to a comfortable warm mixture. Then she turned to the mirror and watched reflection as she unzipped her dress. Sliding the straps off of her shoulders the dress fell to the floor. She massaged her breasts a little as they breathed the moist air of the room. She had not worn a bra. Hooking her thumbs in the waistband of her torn panty hose, she guided them down to her ankles and stepped out of them. She deposited them rather unceremoniously in the trash receptacle. Then stepping out of her thong she stepped into the stream of the warm shower. 

Brenda closed her eyes as she guided the washcloth over her body. She didn't waste a lot of time as she was thinking more of the sleep she need than of the shower. She turned off the water and reached for a towel to wrap her wet hair in. Then she took another, stepping out of the tub and wrapped it around herself as a mini toga. She quietly opened the door and stepping into the room. 

Lucy had turned sometime during Brenda's shower. Now lay supine with her legs slightly apart the robe fully open to each side exposing the girl completely. Brenda walked between the beds and sat on the other bed facing her niece. She gazed at the girl's body, unable to turn away, taking in all of it's beauty, the fullness of her breasts, the small dainty nipples, the flat tummy extending down finishing with the tuft of hair above her Mons. 

At some time during her sleep, Lucy had cried. There were sill tears in her eyes and the trail some had made down her cheek. Leaning forward, Brenda put her hands on Lucy's bed and bend down. She kissed away the tear that lingered on Lucy's face. And then she kissed the trail of the tears and finally she softly put her lips on Lucy's lips and kissed her there. It was a soft kiss but she did not move back from Lucy's lips. Lucy's lips were soft and smooth. To her surprise she felt her niece open her mouth, an invitation Brenda could not ignore. Her tongue Lucy's mouth and she felt the girl respond with her own tongue. 

"I'm sorry, Lucy," she said. "I didn't mean to wake you." 

Lucy smiled, "I wasn't asleep. I've been waiting for you." 

Lucy took Brenda in her arms and pulled her down to her mouth again. The kiss was long with passion. "Oh, Lucy," she whispered. "You have no idea how I have longed to kiss you like that." 

Brenda straightened up a little and allowed Lucy to undo the towel that separated their bodies. Then Lucy slipped her arms out of her robe. The two women embraced again, their bodies together, their arms caressing one another. Brenda stopped thinking. She moved, driven by the passion of the moment, to one side and turned Lucy toward her. Slipping her leg between Lucy's, Brenda continued the dance of their tongues as her hands now caressed the girl's breasts. The passion of their bodies together and the kisses had awakened the fire in Brenda. She was at that place, the time was now. 

Brenda eased her arm from under Lucy's shoulders and turn to face her niece. Taking a breast in each hand she alternated from one to the other, taking a tender nipple, now hard with passion, into her mouth, plying it with her tongue as her fingers squeezed and caressed the breasts she had long admired. The soft sucking sounds were muffled by Lucy's moans of passion, but each heightening the excitement of both women. 

Lucy not wasting the moment caressed her aunt's back, neck and hair. Anything that she could reach she moved her hands over applying pressure to insure that Brenda knew where she wanted her. Lucy leg was still between Brenda's and she moves it so that it was tight against the older woman's vulva, feeling the wetness of her. 

Brenda moved her kisses down Lucy's tummy, pausing at her navel to play with the Garnet stud the girl had there. Then slowly moving to the soft patch of pubic hair above Lucy's clit. Brenda's kisses on Lucy's labia stirred the girl to move her pelvis in a slow rhythm. Matching her tongue movement to Lucy's pelvis undulations, Brenda covered the girl's labia and clit over and over, tasting the sweet nectar of Lucy's slit. Lucy brought her knees up and lifted her bottom off the bed to give Brenda easier access. Brenda slid a finger into the girl's vagina and heard a moan as she did; now two fingers and more moans. Brenda could feel Lucy's orgasm as the muscles contracted around her fingers. 

"Oh, gawd! Brenda! Yes, yes," Lucy managed between moans. "Yes, fuck me, fuck me!" 

Brenda slipped in a third finger and worked them while she licked and sucked Lucy's clit. The orgasm faded some but Brenda did not let up and continue the love on her niece. It was not but a minute and Lucy had another orgasm. Lucy bit her lip to keep from screaming out loud, so intense it was. Then as it too subsided, Brenda slowed the movement of her fingers and just kissed Lucy's outer lips softly. Withdrawing her fingers, she wrapped her arms around Lucy's thighs and lay there quietly nibbling here and there, kissing here and there. 

Soon Lucy's breathing was somewhat back to normal so Brenda moved back alongside of the girl and held her in her arms, nibbling at her ears, kissing her neck. Lucy sighed and lounged in the sweet embrace. Then reaching down to feel her own wetness. Moving her hand only slightly she felt the warmth of her aunt's pussy and began to finger Brenda's labia and it's now engorge clit. The two women lay there for some time pleasuring each other with their fingers, stirring each other's emotion to the point of orgasm. 

"Brenda," Lucy whispered, "let me now do you." 

"Mmmmmmm, please do," was the only response Brenda could muster. 

Lucy rose and turned to put her mouth over Brenda's mons. Brenda lifted Lucy's right leg and placed if over her chest, so now Lucy was straddle her. Lucy began to lick all around Brenda's clit and labia. Up one side and down the other, sucking her clit now, licking it and then doing the same to the older woman's labia. Lucy had her arms around Brenda's thighs so she could control how far apart they were. Brenda was quick to respond to this erotic eating of her pussy by her young niece. Almost involuntary thrusts of her pelvis added to rush of Lucy's tongue as it probed deeply into Brenda's vagina. At the same time Brenda moved some pillows under her head so that it was lifted up to meet Lucy's wet and swollen pussy poised above her face. The two licking and sucking in a 69 of lust. The vaginal flesh in each one's mouth softened moans of ecstasy from each. They almost came together as each woman's orgasm racked her body. On and on they continued licking, sucking, probing with both tongues and fingers. Writhing bodies pleasured with the waves of orgasm after orgasm. Finally exhaustion winning out over lust, Lucy and her Aunt Brenda returned to the side-by-side position enveloping each other in a lover's embrace.

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Lucy's Story Ch. 03



Chapter 3, The Threesome.

Entwined in each other's arms, Lucy and Brenda let their passion ebb. An occasional nibble here, a kiss there, slowing as the light in the room faded to black, sleep overtook them.

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After Brenda left the Bulls and Bears Tavern, Alice and the rest of the "drinking" family sat at a long table towards the back of the tavern. Pitchers of beer in various stages of emptiness cluttered the table along with glasses, purses, and crushed empty packs of cigarettes.

"Excuse me, Miss." A gentleman in his early 40's leaned in between Alice and her ex-sister, Joan.

"I couldn't help noticing you." he said to Alice, "Are you a friend of the family?"

Alice laughed. "Hardly." she said, "I'm the ex-wife of the departed. I guess that makes me the ex-widow." Alice had drunk just enough beer to loosen her tongue, but really wasn't trying to be disrespectful; it just sort of came out that way.

"Oh, I see." He said. "Well, may I introduce myself? I am Sean Ginnes. I'm a regular here at Bulls and Bears, and I know I hadn't seen you in here before."

"I'm pleased to meet you, Sean Ginnes. I am Alice and this is my ex-sister Joan. Would you care to join us?"

Alice moved to the empty chair to her left, which opened up a chair between her and Joan. Sean took the seat, setting his empty glass down in front of him.

"Let me fill your glass, Sean." Joan said.

The light conversation began as it always does. Where they lived and what they did for a living. How nice the tavern is. And of course, Sean being a gentleman complimented each of the ladies on their looks and the nice dresses and how sexy they looked in them. Sean told them that he was a buyer of ladies underwear and foundation garments for a large department store chain. Of course that brought jokes from the women about getting into ladies panties. They laughed heartily.

"How do you know what women want in underwear, Sean?" Joan asked.

"Oh, we have lots of different ways. We send out questionnaires in the mail and over the Internet. We also do some personal research."

"I bet you do.," said Alice. "And are you wanting to survey our panties?"

"That's is a nice thought." Sean said laughing. "Are you volunteering?"

"I wouldn't do your research very much good I'm afraid." Joan said. "I'm not wearing any panties." She and Alice began to laugh and Sean quickly joined them.

Alice lied and said, "I just only wear the old tried and true white cotton panties, Sean. Nothing special about me."

"I bet you that I have some samples in my sample case that both of you would like. I don't want to seem forward but if you would like to see them I would be happy to show them to you."

Joan winked at Alice. "I'm game if Alice is."

"Hell, why not." Alice laughed. "There sure as hell isn't much going on here. Just where is your sample case, Sean?"

"At my home of course." Sean answered. "I don't live too far from here would you care to come over? I can also mix us a drink if you like."

Joan turned to Alice, "You want to?"

Alice shrugged, "I'm game if you are. He is kind of nice looking, ya know."

"Sure, Sean." Joan said. "You lead the way and we'll follow behind you."

The three exited the tavern. Sean's car was not far from the front door, but the women, who had decided to take Brenda's car, were parked around the side. Sean pulled out and slowly followed until they had entered the car and started up to pull out. Then he pulled into the street. Alice was driving and she pulled out to follow him. Sean's house was about 2 miles away in an upper middleclass neighborhood. Nice yards, brick mailboxes at the curbs, yellow bug lights on at the front doors. Sean's house was a two-story Cape Cod with a wide front porch that set back from the street a good ways. The driveway circled to the left so that the garage doors were not really viewable from the street. Pulling into the driveway, the garage door opened at a touch of Sean's remote and he pulled in. Alice followed, stopping just outside the garage door. The women got out of their car as Sean beckoned them to come into the garage. The door entering the house from the garage opened into a nice size laundry room/pantry just off of the kitchen. There was another door that opened into a short hall that lead to the living room, front door and the rest of the house. Sean led the women to the living room. "If you will have a seat, ladies, I'll get my sample case." Joan arranged herself in a large overstuffed chair off to the side of the fireplace. Alice sat on a nice low loveseat.

"You going to fuck him, Joan?" Alice whispered.

"What about you, Alice?" she replied. "We haven't done a threesome since back before you married Don."

"I was thinking that same thing." Alice said. "Hell, I don't know about this guy. Yeah he looks ok. I might be up for it but let's not rush into anything. OK?"

"Ok, Alice. I'm cool with that, but you know me, I do like fuck strange guys and we've been so good at threesomes in the past, ya know."

"I know"

"Well, here we go ladies." Sean entered the living room carrying a large brown leather case. He set it on the coffee table in front of the loveseat and opened it up. Inside on one side were neatly stacked plastic packs of neatly folded panties of every color and design. On the other side of the case were a variety of bras matching the color and designs of the panties, each also individually package in a plastic envelope.

"Would you like to pick out something and try it on? Or would you like me to pick something out for you?"

Joan cooed her answer. "Why don't you pick something nice out, it is your line, isn't it?"

Sean smiled. "Yes, it is my line." Picking through the packages, Sean came up with a pair of packages. "You would be a size 5 wouldn't you Joan? And I'd say you were a size 7. Is that about right Alice."

"Oh this guy is good." Joan said.

"Actually I'm a 9," Alice replied.

"In this business you have to know two things for sure. The merchandise and the territory. I think I do pretty well most of the time."

"There is a bedroom just past the bathroom down the hall if you ladies would like to try this on."

"Come on Alice." Joan jumped to her feet. "Let's see how sexy we look in Sean's panties."

The two women took the packages and when down the hall to the bedroom that Sean had indicated. Sean had given each of them matching leopard print bikini panties with bras of the same material.

Joan had told the truth back in the tavern. She was not wearing any panties. She did have pantyhose however and she rolled them down her legs and stepped out of them. Then she unzipped her dress and lifted it off over her head. She exchanged the new print bra for the solid black one she had been wearing. Slipping her heels back onto her bare feet she looked at herself in the mirror attached to the closet door. "I still have It." she thought to herself. Alice on the other hand had lied to Sean about the white cottons. She never wore anything even close to that. She also stripped off her dress and stepped out of her Hanes hip huggers and slipped on her new leopard skins. Alice had not worn a bra so all she had to do was put on the one Sean had given her. Alice stepped next to Joan in front of the mirror. They were almost twins. They turned toward each other and embraced. A nice loving kiss that they hadn't share in almost 14 years.

"I took the liberty of pouring you a glass of wine. I hope you like Sauvignon Blanc." Sean handed a long stemmed glass to each of the ladies as they parted from their embrace. They each took their glass and tasted the wine.

"MMMM good stuff." said Alice.

"Amen to that." Joan said.

Sean stepped up so he was standing between the ladies and put his arms around their waists drawing them closer to himself. "You ladies do look very sexy."

Alice began fiddling with the buttons on the front of Sean shirt. Joan reached behind him and squeezed his butt. 

"Nice butt, Sean." she said.

Sean turned his head toward Alice and kissed her, probing her mouth with his tongue and meeting hers.

Joan began unbuckling the belt on his pants and then after unzipping his fly she eased them down to the floor. Then she hooked her fingertips in the waistband of Sean's boxers and they went the same way as his pants. Kneeling between Alice's leg and Sean's, she fondled his cock and balls until he was fully erect. Licking it first and then his balls, Joan toyed with him. Finally she took the head of him into her mouth. Feeling the head's smoothness with her tongue, then accepting more and more of the shaft until her lips mixed with his hair and she could feel the head at the back of her throat.

Sean continued to kiss Alice passionately, fondling her breasts with one hand and probing the leopard skin panties with the other until his fingers reached to now her very wet opening.

"I think we should move to the bed." Sean suggested. 

And without waiting for a reply from either of the women, he moved away from them toward the queen size bed off to one side of the room. He didn't bother to turn down the comforter; he just moved to the middle of it and waited for the Joan and Alice to follow. And follow they did.

"Might as well strip off the undies, girls." Sean said. "I don't think either one of you will be need them."

Alice was quicker than Joan was in stripping off and she climbed up between Sean's legs, pushing them wider and then taking over where Joan had barely begun. Alice liked the feel of a cock in her mouth and she was very good at giving oral. Joan moved up to lay some kisses on Sean.

"Wait a second." he said. "Joan, Come up here and sit on my face."

Joan quickly obliged and pushed against the wall with her hands for support as Sean buried his mouth in her total wetness. Sean worked Joan's clit and labia with his tongue about as thoroughly as Alice was working his cock with her mouth. About the time he felt he could hold back no longer he sensed Joan's impending orgasm. He held her hips firmly and forced her harder onto his mouth. They almost came together, Joan's orgasm starting just after Sean finished filling Alice's mouth with his cum.

"Alice, climb up on top of me, facing Joan and bury that cock in your pussy." 

"Now, Joan, you turn around and put that sweet wet pussy back on my mouth but facing Alice you two can hold on to each other and do whatever come naturally."

Both girls smiles as the complied with Sean's instructions. Alice lowered herself onto Sean's cock taking it in completely. Joan repositioned her self over Sean's face and then the two girls grinding Sean from top to bottom with their pussies, embraced and passionately kissed and fondled each other's breasts. Since Joan had just had an orgasm she was quick to have another and Sean was ever so obliging. Alice on the other hand was in no hurry for her orgasm as she controlled the movement of Sean's cock in her vagina. Sean actually was having an easy time of it with the girls doing all of the work. Alice speeded up strokes of Sean's cock as she felt the onset of her orgasm welling deep inside of her. Joan had already had her second orgasm and was working on her third when Alice threw her arm around Joan and pulled her tight to her own breasts as her orgasm began to overwhelm her. Alice's orgasmic contractions further stimulated Sean and he began his second time shooting his cum into Alice and feeling it run down around his cock and out onto his balls and the sheets below.

"Get off his cock." Joan told Alice. "I want some of that hot cum and if I have to eat it out of your pussy then fine that is what I'll do."

Alice fell off to the side onto her back and Joan fell forward, diving face first into the gooy wetness of Alice's vagina. Licking and sucking up the mixture of Sean's cum and Alice's wetness.

Sean lifted himself onto his elbow to watch the action and stroked his still firm cock with his hand. As Joan settled in on Alice's pussy, Sean got up and moved between Joan's legs, pulling her up at the hips so he could enter her from behind. Joan hesitated briefly as she felt his cock slid in, but never missed a beat with her tongue on Alice's clit and labia. Sean stoked Joan solidly until she started into her fourth orgasm. He felt her vaginal muscles contracting around his cock. He could not hold back and sent what cum he had left splashing against her cervix. Alice was bucking like a pony under Joan's oral assault and she too began to feel her orgasm starting. As the waves of the orgasms in the trio waned, they lay together with Sean in the middle, caressing whatever they could reach and feel. The warmth of their bodies molding them together as one erotic entity. 



Lucy's Story Ch. 04



 Chapter 4, The Date

By the time Lucy had finished ravishing her aunt from head to toe, with much attention to Brenda's shaved pussy, it was about 10pm. Both women were spent sexually and Brenda wanted to do nothing but sleep. 

Lucy on the other hand was now wide-awake. 

"I'm going to get dressed and go down to the restaurant and get something better to eat than this cold dried up cheese sandwich." exclaimed Lucy. 

"OK Sweetie, I'm going to try and get some sleep and I really don't think that is going to be too hard."

Brenda moved only enough to pull the sheet and cover back and slip her naked body under them. Adjusted the pillows and curled up in her favorite sleeping position, knees to chest.

Lucy quietly rummaged through her bags and found some jeans and a top. She slipped them on not bothering with either panties or bra.

"Hell, I'm just going down stairs to eat. I don't need to get that dressed." she thought to herself.

She ran a brush through her hair a few times and walked out of the room.

As Lucy got off the elevator on the first floor she looked around for some kind of sign that told where the restaurant was. She walked toward the main desk knowing that surely someone there could direct her.

"Can you direct me to the restaurant?" Lucy said as she approached the young lady behind the counter.

"Sure, it's down that hall to your left." And she pointed to a hallway.

"Thanks." Lucy replied and headed down the hall.

As she approached the door to the restaurant Lucy notice the sign that indicated the hours of operation. It said that closing time was 10pm.

But Lucy pushed on the door and it was not locked so she entered. There were still two or three tables with people in the last vestiges of eating their meals. It was obvious however that the staff was in the close down mode. A girl about Lucy's age who was the "Greeter" came up to Lucy and said, "I'm sorry we are closing."

"Well, that's just my luck." said Lucy. "Is there any place close that I can walk to and get something to eat?"

Before the girl could answer Lucy's question, a young man walked up to them.

"Hello again. Do you remember me? he said.

Lucy blushed, "Yes, you brought my cheese sandwich and I didn't tip you."

"Oh that's OK, I get stiffed every now and then, it's no big deal. Are you wanting to eat now?"

"Yes, I starving to death. I didn't get to eat my sandwich."

The "Greeter" left the two talking as she had work to do and there wasn't anything she could do for Lucy anyway. 

"Do you know where I can get something to eat?" she now asked the young waiter, since the "Greeter" had never got to answer that question. 

"You want a good place or fast food." he asked.

Lucy had slipped a twenty-dollar bill into the back pocket of her jeans. "Anyplace that has good food close, I'm afoot." 

"If you will wait here for just 10 more minutes I'll take you to a nice place and wait while you eat and then bring you back.

"Oh my, you will really want a tip for that service, won't you?" laughed Lucy.

"Now don't think I'm being fast or anything. As a matter of fact, I haven't eaten either. The place I'm thinking of is in the opposite direction from where I live. So I'll have to come back this way anyway."

"OK." Lucy said. "By the way, what's your name?"

"I'm Greg. Greg Stafford." He extended his hand.

Taking his hand, Lucy said, "Hi Greg Stafford, I'm Lucy Vandergrif. Pleased to meet you. Now get to work so we can get out of here I told you I'm starving to death."

Greg laughed. "Have a seat and I'll be right with you."

Lucy sat at a table close to the doors and waited. True to his word Greg finished his part of the closing procedures in about 10 minutes. Greg had just turned 19. He was working at the hotel during the summer waiting to start his second year at a local college in the fall. Standing 5'10 and 172 lbs, green eyes and dark wavy hair that was cut close, he had been the catch every girl was looking for but none had set the hook yet. Never flamboyant, he was soft spoken and really never considered himself a ladies man. He had goals and getting tied up in a relationship was not in the plan just yet.

"Ready?" Greg said as he walked up to the table.

"You bet. let's go."

Greg led Lucy out the front of the restaurant and down the hall. Not toward the main lobby but toward a side entrance that opened up from the employee's parking area. Stopping at a black 5.0 Mustang that was parked just outside the door, Greg said. "Here we are." and the opened the car door for her.

Lucy sank into the bucket seat and watched as Greg walked around to get in on the driver's side. 

"He is a hunk," she thought. 

Greg slipped behind the wheel and fired up the engine. After market exhaust gave a low rumble as he put the shifter in reverse and backed out. As they headed to the place Greg had spoken of, they talked about themselves who they were and where they were from. About college too since that was a topic Lucy was very interested in. She had been accepted to University of Houston and would attend in the fall.

They arrived at the restaurant and went in. Greg seemed to be the perfect gentleman. They sat at a booth across from each other and after they had ordered, continued their talk about school and plans for after school. Greg was a engineering major at Rice and Lucy intended to go into speech pathology.

"That was really good." Lucy said. "My stomach was beginning to think my throat had been cut."

"Yes," Greg answered, "I eat here a lot. I live alone now since my roommates have gone home for the summer, so I don't cook much. Like I never really did."

They both laughed. "Are you ready to go?" Greg asked.

Lucy sighed, "I guess. Mom should be back from the wake by now and she'll be wondering where I am, if my aunt is still asleep.

"It's really not that late, only a little after eleven, we could go for a ride if you like." 

"Well, ... OK but not long, Maybe we could just sit somewhere and talk and not ride."

"OK that's cool, let's go." Greg got up and Lucy followed him to the cash register. 

"My treat." said Greg. 

"No no I can't ask you to buy my dinner." 

"I would consider it an honor to buy and besides, a gentleman doesn't take a lady out Dutch unless they have agreed to it in advance, and we didn't. So there, topic closed."

Lucy went up on her tiptoes and kissed Greg on the cheek.

"Thank you, Greg, you really are a sweetie."

Back in the car, Greg guided it out into traffic and headed toward the hotel. Lucy then noticed that he didn't pull in to the hotel drive but kept going. She started to say something but held back to see what was going to happen. About a mile down the road, Greg turned into the drive of a small apartment complex and pulled up in a near parking place. 

"We can talk here if you like, or you can come up to my apartment and have a beer before I have to take you back."

"Oh so you are going to ply me with beer, eh?" Lucy giggled.

"Just come on up, you can have water for all I care." 

"OK, Greg." 

Lucy followed Greg up a flight a steps to the door of one of three apartments that were on that section of the building. Greg unlocked the door and held it open for Lucy to enter. Greg followed her in and flipped the wall switch that turned on a lamp in the far corner.

Greg turned to tell Lucy to sit anywhere she wanted but she was on her tiptoes again. This time she kissed him full on the mouth. Greg wrapped his arms around her and lifted her up off the floor pulling her to his chest.

Lucy wrapped her legs around Greg's thighs and her arms around his neck. The kiss was long and passionate. Two tongues searching and finding each other. Greg carried her to the low overstuffed couch in the middle of the room. Laying her down softly he knelt beside her and continued plying kisses to her face, neck, ears and back to her mouth again. Lucy was limp like putty in his hands. She felt those hands begin to find new places to explore. She did nothing to discourage him.

Greg pulled her up and lifted her top off over her head. Then he attacked your breasts with the same tenderness he had used on her neck and face. His tongue flicking her now hard nipples as his mouth encircled them. His hand massaging her breasts with light finger strokes. Now his hand found the buttons to her jeans and deftly began to open each one. Now his kisses traveled down her tummy. His tongue playing with the stud in her naval. Lucy breather was coming heavier now as the fire of passion had long since burst from the inside her loins. As he moved his kisses further and further down, Lucy raised her butt off the couch to signal she was ready to have him remove her jeans. He did so carefully and kissed her mons as she lifted one leg at a time out of them.

"You need to get rid of these." Lucy whispered as the tugged on Greg's trousers."

In a flash Greg removed his shirt and pants. Then lifting Lucy up as though she was just a child her carried her to the bedroom and laid her on the bed. Climbing between her thighs he began the dance of his tongue over every part of her vulva. Down the outer labia and back up the other side, then circling her clit, then back down the inner labia probing inside her vagina as far as it would go.

"Fuck me, Greg. fuck me now!" 

Lucy's voice had a sense of urgency to it. and Greg sensing this, followed her instructions. He placed the head of his cock at her wet entrance and moved it up and down to collect as much lubrication as he could. Then he eased it into her. Slowly the head disappeared, further and further until he felt it come against her cervix. Then he began to stroke trying to match the movement of her hips has she rose to meet his advance. 

Greg stopped stroking and pulled out of Lucy. Then he lay down beside her and said, "You get on top. I'm much bigger than you are and I don't want to hurt you." 

Lucy scrambled to get on top of Greg, eager to have his cock reinserted into her. She eased down over it and began to ride it controlling each thrust as she moved up and down. Greg had his hands on her breasts and she held onto his arms. Her head thrown back she was in heaven. In a few minutes Lucy could hear Greg's primeval guttural sound of an orgasm and sped up her movements. She felt his hot cum exploding over her insides and she started her own orgasm. 

Spent Lucy lay forward on Greg's chest. Greg caressed her back and butt with his cock still buried deep inside of her. Carefully to as not to let Greg's cock come out of her, Lucy straightened her legs and the two lay their molded together. Greg's hands played with Lucy's butt and soon he was working the wetness of their combine issues around her anus.. Lucy said nothing, toying with Greg's hair. More and more Greg applied the lubrication and then applied pressure with one finger. It slipped in. Lucy purred. The finger went in further. Lucy purred more.

"You want me in there?" Greg asked. 

"Yessssssss" 

Slipping Lucy off of his chest, Greg positioned her on her tummy and lifted her hips so that her knees supported her. He reentered her wet vagina so that he could collect more lubrication on his cock. Then withdrawing it he place the head of it against the light brown circle that was now wet with cum. Slowly he pushed. Slowly the head of his cock disappeared on that forbidden place.

Lucy moaned, "Oh gawd yes. Yes, Greg fuck me, fuck my ass, fuck me hard." 

Her hand down to her pussy, her fingers rubbing her clit to match the thrusts of Greg's cock in her ass

Greg did not need to be told twice. He started stroking her ass more deeply and with each stroke she moaned for more. Harder and harder he stroked but she was not satisfied.

"Harder, harder, fuck me harder Greg!" 

Greg reached up and took a hand full of Lucy's hair and pulled her head back as far as it would go. With his free hand he spanked the cheek of her ass each time he almost withdrew, then he plunged back in. Lucy felt Greg's hot cum explode in her ass as he grunted his orgasm. Lucy's fingers worked well as she now felt her own orgasm surging through her body.

"Yessssssssssssssss" 

It was almost, 3am when Greg delivered Lucy back to the Hyatt. They kissed a few more passionate kisses and Lucy then opened her door and stepped out into the night air. 

"Will I see you again, Lucy?" Greg asked.

"Yes, but I'm not sure when we are leaving."

Lucy entered the building and went up the elevator to her room. Brenda was still asleep in what Lucy thought was the same position she had been in when she left.

"I'll shower later." she thought. "I need the rest now." Lucy stripped of her clothes and climbed into bed next Brenda and closed her eyes.



Lucy's Story Ch. 05



Chapter 5, The Dungeon

With all the beer and drinks at the tavern plus the wine that Sean had given them, Alice and Jean, nestling is Sean's embrace had fallen fast asleep. Sean lay quietly for quite a while, listening to their soft breathing, gazing at their naked bodies. After about 15 minutes or so, feeling sure that they were in deep sleep, Sean carefully eased himself from between them and exited the bed. Walking quietly across the bedroom carpet, he came to a door on the opposite side of the room from where the bathroom was, where the girls and tried on the undergarments. The door opened silently, Sean step through and into a room that was already glowing with low subdued lighting. Gathering several items from a table, Sean went back to the bed.

First he took Joan's feet and without moving but only slightly, he fastened a set of leather restraints around each ankle and then fastened them together with a snap caribiner. Then he did the same to Alice. Taking another set of restraints, he brought Alice's hands together in front of her and applied the restraints in the same manner as those on her ankles. Again, he did the same to Jean. His movements were skillful and neither woman stirred from her slumber. Moving to the head of the bed, he gently slipped a black blindfold over Alice's head and positioned it over her eyes. Alice moaned in her sleep slightly but still didn't awake. Going to the other side of the bed, he applied a similar blindfold to Jean, with the same gentle skill. 

"Now the hard part," Sean thought. "The gags."

With the same expert skill, Sean lifted Jean's head slightly, opened her mouth with one thumb and inserted a ball gag into it. Jean stirred awake.

"Don't make a sound, Jean." Sean ordered.

Jean opened her eye but saw nothing but black. Panic flashed red color in her unseeing eyes. Sean turned her on the bed so that her feet were almost on the floor.

"OK, now, Jean. Stand up, and don't worry I have you and you will not fall."

Jean tried to speak but the gag was doing its job well and only a muffled sound was all she could muster. Standing up she felt Sean finished fastening the bucket on the strap holding the gag in place.

"What is happening to me. She thought. "Oh, my God, I'm going to die! This son-of-a-bitch is going to kill us." Tear began to roll down Jean's cheeks.

"I'm going to lead you. You just walk slowly in the direction I guide you." Sean guided the hobbled Jean through the door to the darkened room. Against one wall was a wooden frame that was made to adjust in height. The top piece was beveled to a 45-degree angle. Hanging above the steel ring attached to a pulley arrangement. He lead Jean to the end of the frame and lifting her bound hands he attached the restraints to the steel ring with yet another caribiner, and pulling on the pulley rope lifted Jean's hand high above her head until she was pulled up to standing on her tiptoes. He fastened the rope to a hook on the wall. Bending to her feet he unbuckled and removed the restraints. 

"Spread you feet a little." He ordered. "Now walk forward so you can feel there is a frame between your legs." 

Joan tiptoes forward. She felt the sanded wood graze her inner thighs as she moved forward.

"Stop"

Joan could hear Sean moving something on the frame, and then she felt it. The top piece with the bevel was being raised until it was snug against her crotch.

"Now you wait there until I can get Alice in here to join us."

The beveled piece of wood was not hurting Jean, but she did realize is she tired and tried to let herself down on her feet she would be supporting the weight of her body on her tender most parts. Jean continued to cry but the gag was muffling her sobs.

Sean when back to the bedroom to get Alice. He raised her head to apply the gag. Alice awoke with a start. 

"What the fu..." was all she got out before the gag was forced into her mouth. 

"Be quiet, now." Sean ordered, "or you will be very sorry you didn't."

Sean finished installing the gag and buckling it. Then he lifted Alice and turned her so she could stand. Then ordering her to follow his guidance as he had done with Jean, he walked her into the dark room.

Against the opposite wall from where Jean was standing on tiptoe was a large cross in the form of an "X". Guiding Alice to it, he stopped her just as her belly was about to touch it.

"Turn around."

Alice turned as best she could with the hobbles and when she was where he wanted her, he held her and pushed her back so her back was against it. Sean unsnapped the caribiner that held her wrist restraints together and one at a time, fix each restraint to the top of a side of the cross. Then he separated the restraints on her ankles and pushing each foot to the side attached it to the bottom of that side of the cross. 

In a vertical spread-eagle, Alice stood naked, exposed and vulnerable. Sean ran his hands over her body. Holding and caressing her breasts but not as a lover as he had before but as a tormentor. He pinched her nipples hard enough to make her twist and wince. Then he lifted the blindfold off her face. He could see both fire and fear in her eyes but she was not crying as Jean was. Going to a table, he selected a number if items and came back and stood in front of Alice.

The first item he selected was a pair of nipple clamps connected by a 12" chain. Each clamp was four hooked metal fingers passed through the last link of the chain. A small rubber o-ring controlled the tension of the sharp ends of the metal fingers as they grasped flesh. Sean slipped on of Alice's inner labia between the pairs of fingers of one clamp and slid the o-ring toward the end until the hook ends had buried themselves into the soft sensitive flesh. He did the same with the other clamp to the other labia. Alice winced with pain each time the 0-ring tightened the hooked fingers deep into her. Then Sean took a lead weight with a hook on the end and hung it onto the chain looped between the labia, pulling them down and increasing the strain of the hooks. The gag muffled Alice's screams of pain.

Sean walked back over to Jean, hanging by her wrists. Jean's head had fallen forward between her arms. Her legs had given out and the full weight of her body now rested on the bevel of the crossbeam of the frame. Tears stained her cheeks and her upper body shook with sobs.

Sean turned the handle of the frame and lowered the crossbeam. Jean caught herself and tried to stand up straight. Sharp pains shooting down her legs. A trickle of blood from her vagina clotted on the crossbeam and also some ran down one of her thighs. Reaching up, Sean unhooked the woman's wrists from the pulley and allowed them to lower resting in front of her.

"Come along now." Sean said as he led her away from the painful beam. 

Joan shuffled in the directed that Sean was guiding her. He took her to a bench that was about waist high and padded. 

"Stop." He ordered. He forced her to bend at the waist and lay her chest on the bench, then attached her wrists on either side of it. He reached up and lifted the blindfold off her head. Joan blinked with the sudden release from the darkness. She could see Alice spread-eagle on the cross in front of her. Their eyes met. Jean watched as Sean went to Alice and unhooking both her ankle and wrist restraints he turned her around and re-attached her wrists to the top of the cross. Then he went to a small table just to one side and picked up something. He had selected a black suede flogger. The handle was about 9 inches long and the falls were about 24 inches long and half an inch wide. There were 30 falls.

Sean began to swing the flogger so that it just barely brushed Alice's back. Up and down, he painted her back with the soft suede. As he continued, he adjusted his stroke that that more and more of the falls came in contact. Now each time the flogger struck it thumped against Alice. Her back was becoming a light crimson color from her shoulder blades to her waist. Faster and faster he brought the falls to bare on her back. Harder and harder they fell until her whole body shook with the hits. Alice was now no longer actually feeling the flogger's individual strikes, but was assimilating the totality of the pain until it was not really pain at all. She mind flew out to that place where she was at peace. The beat of the flogger working on her as erotically as if it were a lover buried deep in her, working her toward that ultimate orgasm. Alice's head fell forward as though she had passed out. Sean checked her to see it she had. 

"Are you still with me?" he asked. She turned her head and looked into his eyes, and then closed hers again and turned way. 

Joan squinted the tears out of her eyes so she could see more clearly. Sean had gone back to the side table and come back with a whip in his hand. It was about 5 feet long and braided from black leather. At the small end was a red cracker about 6 inches long.

Taking a few practice swings around his head, Sean brought the whip to the front. The crack it made was almost deafening in the small bedroom. He flicked the whip so the end was at Alice's feet and then adjusted his distance. Now he pulled the whip behind him and threw it so that the end just caught Alice on the left cheek of her ass. A whelp about 4 inches long raised red immediately. Alice winced. Instant fire spread from the point of impact enveloping her from feet to shoulders. Again he threw the single-tail, this time falling on the right cheek. Again a whelp instantly appeared, matching the first one. Slowly and carefully, Sean walked the whip's end over Alice's ass. Each time it fell, Alice winced and writhed with pain. Each time, the surge of fire permeated her body and mind with the euphoria of the ongoing orgasm. At last, Sean walked up to her and taking bottle of alcohol and a soft rag from the table he applied it to the red marks that covered her ass. She wiggled and strained but to no avail. The gag muffling her cries.

"Alice," Sean whispered in her ear. "If I let you of restraints will you willingly assist me with Joan?"

Alice, nodded her head. First to be removed was weight pulling on her labia. Then he removed the hook clamps from each labia and massaged them with his fingers. Sean was surprise to see how still wet Alice was. He released the clips holding her wrists to the top of the cross and she brought her arms down slowly. Last to be removed was the gag. Sean turned Alice around to face him. He took her face in his hands and kissed her. She returned his kiss. Sean lay her across a large beanbag lounge. Then picking up a throw that was at hand he lay beside her and covered her with the throw. He cuddled her in his arms, her face against his chest.

"Thank you, Sir." She said. "I have been needing that for along time."

"It was indeed my pleasure." Sean replied.

After a few minutes, Alice became totally refocused. She stirred in Sean's arms to let him know she was ready. He took her hand and led her to the bench where Jean was secured. 

"Undo her hands." He ordered. As soon as Jean's hands were free, Sean stood her up straight and turned her around.

"And you my dear," he asked, "would you like to feel the flogger as well?"

Jean vigorously shook her head.

"That's fine. I have other things in mind for you." He placed his hands under her arms and lifted her up so she was sitting on the bench. 

"Lay her back and secure her hands again, Alice." He ordered.

As Alice secured Jean's restraints on either side of the bench, Sean lifted her legs one at a time and spreading her feet as wide as the bench he clipped the ankle restraints to eyelets.

"Now here's your job, Alice. Ask I work on Jean in one area you are going to work on her in another area. I will be using painful stimuli and you will be using tender loving erotic stimuli. We'll see if she can tolerate the sensory overload." 

"Yes Sir. I think I can do that."

Alice looked and Jean, "It will be fine, Dear. I really think you might enjoy this." 

"Sir, do you still want the gag in?"

"No I think we can do without it." Alice removed the gag and held a finger up to her mouth as to tell Jean not to speak.

Sean motioned Alice to Jean's foot end of the bench and he stationed himself at her head. He had a Penrose Wheel in one hand and began to massage one of Jean's breasts with the other. As her nipple became erect and firm he place the sharp points of the wheel on one side of it and with some pressure rolled it across her nipple. Jean sucked in air as the pain stabbed her. At almost the same time she felt Alice massaging her legs slowly advancing upward until they began to massage her labia and clit. The contrast was substantial. Alice began to lick Jean's labia and suck them as Sean rolled the sharp wheel over and over first one nipple and then the other. Jean clamped her teeth together to keep from making a sound.

Sean tapped Alice on the shoulder and motioned her to switch ends with him. They rotated positions and Alice quickly began softly massaging Jean's breasts while kissing her mouth and probing it with her tongue. Sean at the other end however was rolling the wheel up and down her labia and across her clit. Jean was beside herself. The pain mixed with the euphoria of Alice's oral was mixing. Such sensations she had never before felt. As the two continued to apply their stimulus to her, she felt herself rising to an orgasm. She didn't know if she was going there or not but she also didn't know how to stop it from coming. Her mind was totally fucked. Sean added a new feeling at this point. While massaging her labia and clit with one hand, Jean could feel him applying lubrication to her anus. Gradually Sean entered her with his finger bringing lube with it. Several times Sean removed his finger and then re-entered with it carrying more and more lube with it. Then Jean felt a new sensation. It was a large butt plug being inserted into her anus. He pushed it in slowly; twisting it to insure that it was well lubricated, until it was all the way in. Anal sex was not new to Jean but being invaded with a butt plug was. She really wasn't sure if she liked it or not. It was erotic for her, for sure. 

He again turned his attention to her clit and labia with the Penrose wheel.

Once again Sean and Alice had switch positions and while the pain that Sean was inflicting was indeed intense, Jean could not stop the orgasm that Alice was bringing with fingers in her vagina and the sucking and licking of her clit. She could not restrain the orgasm as wave after wave convulsed her pelvis and surged up through her body. It was Jean's turn to fade to black.

"God damn you, Alice." Jean said as she climbed into the passenger seat of Alice's car. "You knew that shit was going to happen didn't you?"

Alice smiled at her sister. "Yes, He invited me to join him while we were dancing. And you did live through it alright. He promised not to really hurt you badly."

"Fuck you."

"We don't have time, I need to get back to the hotel and I'm sure you need to get home and soak that sore pussy of yours."

Neither spoke again until Alice pulled up next to Jean's car in the parking lot of the Bulls and Bears.

"Want to do it again sometime?" 

Jean paused before answering, "I'll let you know." 



Lucy's Story Ch. 06



Chapter 6, Taboo

It was almost 3:30am when Alice slipped the lock card in its slot and quietly opened the door to their room. Shoes in hand, she made her way to the empty bed and sat down. In the dim light emerging from the open drapes at the window, she could see her daughter's naked body snuggled up to her sister's equally naked form. She saw but her still muddled mind, from the orgy in the dungeon, did not register any more than the forms of two people she loved dearly lying asleep before her.

Alice took off her clothes and pulled back the cover and sheet. Her back was still stinging from the lashing she had taken at Sean's hand. Lying face down she pulled the sheet up just enough to cover her butt and sank into the pillow. In moments she was in deep-exhausted sleep.

The telephone ringing jarred Brenda awake. She picked up the receiver and whispered, "Hello."

"Good morning, Ma'am." The voice at the other end was too cheerful. 

"I just wanted to remind you that check out is at 12 noon." The voice said. "Unless you wish to stay another night."

"What time is it now?" said Brenda.

"It's 11:30." The voice said.

"We'll be staying. Could you have some coffee sent up please?"

"Yes, Ma'am, it will be there in just a few minutes. Good bye."

Brenda replaced the phone into its cradle and sank back onto the pillow. Sunlight danced into the room as the rays of the near mid-day sun shown through the open drapes. Their warmth and the heat from Lucy's naked body next her helped her to slip back into the arms of Amorphous until she heard the light knocking at the door. Brenda labored out of bed and picked up the dressing gown Lucy had dropped the previous evening. Tightening the belt with a bow she opened the door.

The young man holding the insulated carafe handed it to Brenda but was looking past her into the room. She had no way of knowing he had been Lucy's date last night so his indiscreet ogling irritated her but she was in no mind to make anything of it.

"Thank you." She said.

"Your very welcome, complements of the house." The young man said and then turned to leave as Brenda closed the door.

Brenda set the carafe on the table. She was really too warm so she closed the drapes and slipped off the dressing gown tossing it on the foot of the bed. She thought a nice cool shower would revive her but she didn't want to disturb the other two sleepers. She went into the bathroom, peed and then returned to the table. Sitting she poured herself a cup of the steaming brew.

Lucy had stirred slightly and was now lying supine with the sheet covering only just below her navel. Brenda watched the rise and fall of her breathing. The perky breasts of her niece moved in rhythm with each breath. Her nipples hiding flat in total relaxation. Brenda lit a cigarette and sipped her coffee, musing of the memory of the taste of Lucy still fresh in her mind. Without thinking one hand fell between her thighs and fingers began twirling slowly over her labia now becoming puffy with desire.

"She is beautiful isn't she?"

Brenda jumped and came back to reality at her sister's words. 

"I-I didn't know you were awake. Yes, she really is. What time did you get in?" Brenda fumbled for another cigarette.

"It was after three, I guess." Replied Alice. "You guys slept together? Naked?"

"Would you like me to pour you a cup of coffee, Alice?"

"Yes, Dear, would you please."

"So, are you going to tell me about last night?" 

Alice took the cup of hot coffee. She was sitting up in the bed with her legs crossed and the sheet casually draped across one knee.

"Well, I was asleep when Lucy came in." Brenda said. "And you know I always sleep naked."

"Yes, I know. I was just wondering why Lucy is naked. I would have figured her to at least have her panties on." Alice sipped her coffee.

Brenda looked down at Lucy's clothes where they had fallen as she had gotten into bed.

"From the looks of them, I'd say she was more comfortable with them off than on. I know I can't sleep in cum filled panties, so I can't tell you about all of last night. Would you like a cigarette, Alice?"

Alice smiled and took the cigarette offered by her sister. 

"I am the same way. You may notice I'm not wearing any either."

"Oh yes." Brenda smiled, "I was admiring the view."

"You were fingering yourself while you were looking at Lucy. Does she turn you on? Like I do?"

"I'll not lie, Alice. Yes, she does, very much."

"Are you going to fuck her, or did you already?"

Brenda could not figure out where this was going. She gulped a sip of coffee and then took a long pull on her cigarette.

"Again, I'm not going to lie to you, Alice. We had sex yesterday evening when I came back from the Bulls and Bears. And I will tell you this, she is a very sexy young woman and I was not her first. She knows what to do and is very good at it."

"As good as me?" Asked Alice after a long puff of her cigarette.

Brenda laughed and said, "Dear sister, you are very good but if you want a real treat you need to slip into her bed sometime. And don't tell me you haven't ever thought about it. Remember, this is Brenda, you're talking to."

"Well, shit Brenda. Fucking my sister is a lot different than fucking my daughter, Ya know."

"And why is it, Alice?"

"It just is, Brenda, for crying out loud. She's my baby."

Alice had thought about it. They had bathed together often from the time Lucy was just a toddler until she was ready to start to school. Lucy was used to seeing her mother naked and being naked in her presents. The two would often stay naked for long periods of time after bathing, so it was a very normal thing for Lucy. Especially after the divorce, they would spend much of every day doing the routine household chores in the nude. Alice never encouraged Lucy's nudity but neither did she discourage it either, always letting it be the girl's choice.

It was during these times that, on occasion, Lucy would sit on Alice's lap in the large chair reading or they would snuggle together on the couch watching TV, their naked bodies close together. Alice was very careful to never touch Lucy inappropriately but never stopped her daughter from touching her breasts as would happen from time to time. When Lucy began puberty and began to show hair on her Mons, Alice taught her to groom it. She taught Lucy about her menstrual cycle, what it was and why it was. She enjoyed watching her daughter grow to womanhood. 

"Alice, how your baby can eat pussy is like out of this world. Why not let her decide?"

"Yeah, sure. Hey Honey, you want fuck your mommy? I don't think so."

"For Christ's sake, Alice. You don't have to be crude like that. You know that. If you want to see her in action, I'll start it with her and you can watch and then if you start to join in she'll let you know if you are welcome or not."

"I know, Brenda. It's just the old taboo thing I guess. I know there are lots of mother/daughter sex. Don't kid yourself, I've thought about it. I can't tell you how often I've masturbated with her lying next to me in bed."

"Well, I'm up for it if you are." Brenda was getting aroused at this point and really hoping Alice would agree.

"How? When?" Asked Alice.

"No time like the present. I already told the desk that we were staying another night so we have all day. There she is in all her glory. I don't mind a little left over cum if you don't."

Alice was definitely aroused. She had been studying her daughter lying there as she and Brenda had been talking.

Brenda leaned forward and took the end of the sheet that was barely covering Lucy and dragged it slowly toward the foot of the bed. She could hear Alice suck in her breath as Lucy's Mons came into view. Her neatly trimmed pubic hair was matted in places with Greg's dried cum. Her outer labia were still puffy from the pounding Greg had given her.

Brenda stood up and motioned Alice to her side. Not wanting Lucy to wake up just yet she indicated to Alice to help her spread Lucy's legs enough for her to get between them. After Lucy's legs were spread enough to satisfy her, Brenda climbed onto the bed and lowered herself so her mouth was poised over Lucy's vulva. As the older woman began licking Lucy, Alice watched from the other bed. Brenda's licking her daughter was such a turn-on she could not help but begin to finger her own now very wet pussy. 

Lucy opened her eyes. "Oh, Brenda, what a wonderful way to be woke up."

Lucy did not notice her mother sitting on the other bed watching. So intently was she feeling her aunt licking, she began to move her pelvis to match the rhythm of Brenda's tongue on her clit, around the clit, down to her vagina and back up again. Brenda also had two fingers in Lucy and was working them into the rhythm. Her eyes closed, Lucy massaged her own breasts and nipples. Lucy lifted and spread her legs and held them so Brenda had total access to her vagina. The heat of her impending orgasm grew in her pelvis and spread throughout her body. She gasped with each wave, sucking in air and letting it out in a soft moan. And as each wave began she pushed her pelvis up into Brenda's face harder.

Alice sat transfixed watching her daughter's passion. Her own wetness dripping onto the sheets as she caressed her own swollen labia and engorged clit. She must have uttered a sympathy moan at Lucy's orgasmic crescendo. Lucy turned her head and their eyes met.

"Mother!" Lucy gasped. 

Alice moved quickly to beside her daughter and placed a finger over her lips.

"I'm sorry, Sweetheart. I hope you are not mad at me for watching."

Lucy reached up for her mother's face and brought it down to her lips.

"No, Mother, I'm not mad. I am surprised but not mad. I'm just glad you are not mad that Aunt Brenda and I .." She couldn't finish the sentence.

Alice kissed her daughter and Lucy responded with a passionate kiss the two had never before shared. Their tongues danced the passionate dance of a lover's kiss. Alice's hands massaging Lucy's breasts as she had dreamed of doing for so long.

Alice changed her position so that she could suck Lucy's nipples. Nibbling first one and then the other. With the change of Alice's position, Lucy could now get one hand between her mother's legs. She kneaded and toyed with Alice's labia and clit, covering them with soft caresses, then probing the mature vagina with a couple of fingers.

"Alice," Brenda whispered, "are you ready to trade with me?"

"Oh, God, Mother." Moaned Lucy. "Eat me, Please eat me!"

Brenda pulled away from Lucy's pussy and with only turning her body toward Lucy's feet; Alice took over her daughter's pelvis undulating with passion. Mother savoring ever bit of wetness, every inch of her daughter's sex from clit to vagina. Licking, nibbling, sucking, meeting each trust Lucy made with her mouth and tongue until once more the young woman gasped and moaned as her orgasm overwhelmed her.

After Alice had taken Lucy to a couple of more orgasms, she turned and lay next to her daughter taking her into her arms. They kissed like newlyweds and their hands were all over each other's body.

Lucy looked her mother in the eyes as saw how loving she looked.

"It's time for me to give you pleasure now, Mom."

"Oh, Sweetheart, do you want to? I'll not pressure you."

Without answering, Lucy got up and crawled to the end of the bed positioning herself between her mother's thighs. At first she just stroked the outer labia with her fingertips. Up and down slowly, covering her mother's clit from time to time as well. Lowering her head she just touched the tip of her tongue to Alice's clit. Alice shivered as if jolted by a charge of electricity. Lucy then took her mother's whole vulva into her mouth, sucking and swirling her tongue up and down the folds between the inner labia and the outer lips. Her tongue moving slowly until it reached her mother's clit and then flickered rapidly over it. She inserted a finger into Alice's vagina and probed to find her G-spot. 

Alice's mind was spinning. Accepting the erotic stimulation without real thought of who was giving it to her. She was massaging her own nipples and breasts, her eyes were closed and she was in erotic sensory overload. She brought her knees up and laid them out as far as she could in order that Lucy had all the access to her she might need. She began to undulate her pelvis to match the rhythm of Lucy's oral attack.

Brenda watched about as long as she could and then decided to join in. She bent down and began to kiss her sister passionately. She moved so that Alice's hands had access to her very wet pussy, and took over massaging Alice's breasts and nipples. Alice was by this time bucking like a bride on her wedding night and it wasn't long before the flashes of heat from her orgasm spread out in waves throughout her body. Lucy sensed her mother's orgasm and continued her vaginal attack. Each time Alice's orgasm seemed to wane, Lucy increased the vigor of her oral so another orgasm followed quickly. Alice was in her own heaven, the room filled with her moans with each orgasm crescendo. 

"Oh, God, Lucy, Enough. You are going to kill me." Alice begged.

Lucy stopped her love attack on her mother and crawled up to take her in her arms as Alice had done with her before. As they embraced they kissed tenderly. Brenda included herself in the embrace and the three women lay together as they came down from their erotic flight.

"Oh, Sweetheart, I never in my wildest dreams thought that would ever happen." Alice said. "Thank you, Dearest. Thank you so much."

"Oh, Mom. I have to tell you. I have thought about being with you for a long time. I just didn't know if you would be up for it or not. I used to hide and watch you masturbate after you put me to bed. Sometimes when you were gone I would go into your room and used your vibrator."

"I guess we need to thank Brenda. If it were not for her I don't know if it would have ever happened." Alice said.

"We are now such a loving family." Brenda said. "I do hope that we can stay this way always."

The three tightened their embrace and luxuriated in it. 

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© Erosdreamer 2006