1 comments/ 49339 views/ 15 favorites Sleep Over By: John_Spivey1966 I know I shouldn't be thinking about him and what I want to do but here I am exiting the bathroom and wondering, do I turn left or right? ----------------------------------------------- The party is in full swing by the time my parents and I get there "fashionably late." Normally I'd never let them drag me to one of their parties, I'm 18 after all and can stay home alone, but the party is at my best friend Kim's house so she and I will disappear to her room while the adults have their "fun". Sure enough we are barely in the door before Kim grabs my arm and leads me down the hall to her bedroom. "God, a room full of accountants and their spouses. Could this party be any more lame? I guess it could if it were all of our teachers! Oh! Did you here that Ms. Brown and Mr. Daniels are getting married? Can you imagine?" Kim began as we headed to her room. Did I mention that Kim talks a lot? And fast? She says it's the only good thing her mother ever gave her before splitting. Well that and big boobs. We turn out the lights, turn on the TV, and hunker down in Kim's bed. It's a bit of a Friday night ritual for us that started when we were in 2nd grade. Kim's hardly taken a breath when she starts talking again. "So you can stay over right? I need help with my homework. I really hate government. I'm glad we only have to take it this one year. Did you hear that they might not make kids take it next year? So not fair! Oh hey, I got us something." Reaching under her pillow Kim pulls out a joint. Asking her where she got it is pointless as the only guy we know with any kind of connection is Kim's asshole boyfriend Paul. The guy has hit on me so many times that I've lost count and, if he's tried with me, I know he's probably succeeded with others. "We've got to wait and smoke it once the party's over and my dad's gone to bed. If we smoke it now someone is bound to smell it and they'll either take it or want some. All the people here probably smoked pot back in the 60s. Well I guess not my dad since he wasn't even born then but he's getting close to 40 so maybe he'll be smoking it before long for his 'eyesight'," continues Kim. We pass the time gossiping, laughing at people in our school, and watching stupid MTV reality shows. My parent's come in to say they're leaving and, shortly after, the other guests start to leave as well. We pop out of Kim's room to see what's going on and to grab some food when we find Kim's father cleaning up and all the guests gone. "Mr. Harrison do you want some help cleaning up?" I ask. "Thanks but I'm good. You girls grab some food though. There's plenty," he says. Kim and I grab plates and load them up. It's as I'm piling food on my plate that I glance over and notice Mr. Harrison bent over picking up a stray napkin when I feel a tingling starting between my legs. Well, okay, that's unexpected. "Come on slow poke," Kim says pulling my eyes away from Mr. Harrison and back to the food. Back in Kim's room we set our plates aside as Kim pulls out the joint. "What about your father?" I ask. "You saw him. He'll be cleaning for an hour then he'll go to bed. We're good. Plus we smoke it now so then, when we get the munchies, we'll have plenty of food. See. I'm always thinking. Plus this needs to be my last time for a while 'cause I'm putting on too much weight," Kim replies. Lighting up we pass the joint back and forth before putting it out and grabbing the air freshener. As the buzz fogs over us we grab our plates and stuff our faces before turning out the light and letting the pot lull us to sleep. I wake up slowly knowing I've slept 12 hours but, turning to the clock, I see that it's only 3 a.m. As I lay there three things become abundantly clear, one I'm thirsty, two my bladder is about to pop, and three I'm horny as hell. Getting out of bed I make my way down the hall to the bathroom. Quietly closing the door I grab a Dixie cup and sip some water while I sit and pee. My first two needs met I think about what to do about the third. Sitting on the edge of the tub I spread my legs, close my eyes, and let my hand wander down. So what to think about...there's Mark the guy I've been crushing on, nope, not feeling it. Kim and her big boobs? Kim was my first kiss and she and I have made out once or twice but that's not doing it for me. And then I picture Mr. Harrison bent over picking up the napkin. The way his jeans hug his butt just right. He's actually kind of a hottie for an older guy. Touching myself feels good but it's just not what I want or need right now. I know I shouldn't be thinking about him and what I want to do but here I am exiting the bathroom and wondering, do I turn left or right? Left takes me back to bed and Kim. I could probably wake her up and make out some which would be fun. Turning right would take me to Mr. Harrison's bedroom. I turn right. Slowly opening and closing his bedroom door I let my eyes adjust to the darkness. Mr. Harrison...Mark...is sleeping in the middle of the bed shirtless and on his back. He's got a nice body but I want to see more. I slowly slip the sheet down past his waist and to his knees very careful not to wake him. He's sleeping in boxers and so, reaching into them, I carefully slip his cock out as I gently sit on the bed. Leaning over I take his soft but nicely sized cock into my mouth.Well that wakes him up because suddenly his cock is out of my mouth and Mark is scooting away from me. "What the hell?" Mark yells and, realizing he's yelling and might wake up Kim, he lowers his voice. "What are doing in here?" he asks. "Has it been so long that you don't remember what a blow job is?" I tease. "Yes. I mean, no. I mean. Shit. Your my daughter's friend. Hell, I've known you since you were in 2nd grade," he protests. "Obviously I've grown up," I say as I slip my t-shirt over my head. "Yes, and quite nicely I'll admit. But you shouldn't be in here," Mark says. "I think your cock has different ideas," I say as I notice that it's growing hard and that his eyes have not left my boobs. Now my body isn't anywhere as nice as Kim's with her double D's and small waist but it's not bad. With my black hair, green eyes, and 38C chest I've attracted a lot of attention lately. I've even slept with a couple of boys but that always left me unsatisfied and frustrated. I think tonight will be different. Scooting close to Mark I lock eyes with him as I lower myself and wrap my lips around his cock again. Mark doesn't protest this time but takes my head in his hands and shows me the rhythm he likes. I wrap my hand around the base of his cock and stroke him as my mouth and tongue play with the head of it. Switching things up I take as much of him down my throat as possible but, since his cock has grown to an impressive size, it's not all that much. Moving my lips back to the top of his cock I increase the speed and tightness of my strokes. "You need to stop or I'm going to cum," he gasps but I have no intention of stopping. I suck harder and stroke him even faster and soon he explodes into my mouth. I'm afraid I'm going to gag there's so much cum much of which splashes down my throat but I manage to finally swallow it all. I'm suddenly on my back and Mark's lips are at my throat and then trailing kisses to my chest. Taking first my left then right nipple into his mouth he playfully bites and tugs and sucks them until they are just as hard as his cock was. I can't help but moan as he trails kisses down my stomach, spreads my legs, and starts to lick me. I've had guys go down on me before but not like this, they were like dogs at a water bowl. Mark is slow and deliberate and really good. His tongue slips into me and then I feel his lips pulling on my clit lightly and it makes me crazy. It's my turn to get what I want and, grabbing Mark's head, I push his face hard again my pussy. I want to grind on him as he eats me. As his tongue works on my pussy I'm able to grind my clit against his nose. How he's breathing I don't know and don't care as my back suddenly arches and the world explodes from my middle outwards. It's the most intense orgasm I've ever had and I don't want the feeling to stop. Mark has not moved from between my legs as I try to slow my breathing so I reach down, grab his hair, and pull him up to me. His lips, damp with my wetness, press hard against mine. It's not an unpleasant taste and so I open my mouth to him our tongues glancing against each other. I feel his hard cock pressing between my legs and, pulling my lips away, I tell him it's okay, that I'm on the pill, and that I want to feel him in me. Grabbing his cock I guide him to me and I feel as if I'm going to split open as the head of his cock slowly slips inside me. There's a mixture of pain and pleasure as he slips further into me and, crying out, I feel him start to pull away. Reaching down I grab his firm ass and make sure that he can't pull away. "But I'm hurting you," he says. "Yes, but it's good. Keep going," I gasp. He pushes further into me and I clamp my mouth to his shoulder to keep from crying out as I've never been this filled before. Laying back on the bed I look down and am shocked to realize that he's still only about half way into me. Wrapping my legs around his waist I push him down hard and fast and he slips almost all the way into me as another involuntary scream starts to leave me lips. Clamping his hand over my mouth Mark begins to move gently and slowly in and out of me. Removing his hand he kisses me as I finally get used to the feeling of his big cock consuming me. Sensing that I'm really into it Mark suddenly pulls out of me leaving me feeling literally and figuratively empty. Rolling me onto my stomach Mark grabs my hips and raises them off the bed so that I'm on all fours. I feel his hands grasp my hips and ass hard as he slips that hard cock back inside me. There's nothing gentle this time as, with one fluid motion, he plunges the full length of his cock down into my aching pussy. I'm so wet that there is much more pleasure than pain. Mark starts moving harder and faster and his grip on my hips and ass tightens as he pulls me back towards him as he thrusts into me. I know I'm going to be bruised and barely able to walk in the morning but I couldn't care less as we buck hard against each other. "Oh fuck, oh fuck I'm going to cum," Mark groans. Reaching down between my legs I finger my clit fast and hard as I feel Mark's cum once again filling me. It takes me no time at all and I too start to cum, my pussy squeezing his cock pulling him even deeper and pulling the last of the cum from him. He slowly pulls out of me leaving my pussy gaping wide and his cum running down my legs. I carefully turn over as Mark collapses next to me. We lay there, not moving, not talking for at least five minutes as we recover. Reaching over to the nightstand Mark grabs some Kleenex and wipes up the cum that has spilled out of me. "There's a little bit of blood," he says, "did I hurt you that badly? Wait, were you a virgin?!" "No, not a virgin," I reply, "but I've never been with a guy with such a large cock. Don't worry about the blood. I'm fine and it felt...well, it felt incredible. But now I've got to get back to Kim's room." I gently get off the bed and find that I am bruised and hurting and that I can barely walk but it's also one of the best feelings I've ever had. Gathering my shirt and panties I slip them back on and don't even get out of the room before I hear Mark's breathing change as the sleep of the satisfied overtakes him. Walking down the hall I slip back into the bathroom and finish cleaning up before heading back to Kim's room. She's still asleep as I slip into bed beside her. Laying down on my side, my back to Kim, she stirs a bit and scoots closer to me. Her left arm falls over me and lands across my boobs, her fingers graze my nipple and I wonder what I'm going to do when she falls back into a deep sleep and I know I will soon follow. Sleep Over Party My daughter Suzy wanted to have a party at our house. It was her nineteenth birthday and she wanted to have her 18 and 19 year old friends over. My wife said she could have the party at our place if everyone agreed to sleep over. The girls were going to drink some wine and my wife didn't want anyone driving that night. There must have been eight of my daughter's friends staying over. I slipped into my bedroom that I converted into a den. I could hear lots of laughing and high pitched voices carrying on. After midnight I heard the noise die down. I decided to start reading a book I had started. Maybe a few minutes later there was a knock on the door. "Come in," I said, not knowing who was there. It was Janie, my daughter best friend. Janie was a tall blonde with short hair. To be honest, for being nineteen she looked like a mature woman. She walked into the room with a nightie on. I could see her tits poking through the material. "I couldn't sleep and I saw a light on in your room," she told me. I told her to come in and close the door. I was sitting on a small couch I had in the room. Janie walked in and sat on the arm of the couch. "What are you reading?" she asked me. "It's a book called 'Lolita'", I told her. "What is it about?" she asked. I told her it was about a man who was infatuated over a younger woman. "I like mature men myself," she said. Janie told me younger guys always acted like asses around her. Janie then stood up and sat herself next to me. I could smell her perfume scent and my cock started to twitch in my sweatpants. I was getting a bit uncomfortable. Janie had her leg right up against mine. We looked at each other for a some long seconds. Janie then leaned in and kissed me on the lips. Damn, I just seemed to lose control of myself. I opened my mouth and her tongue found mine. I reached up and touched a tit outside her nightie. Janie let out a moan. I knew I should stop with just a kiss, but I couldn't bring myself to stop. Before you knew it we were groping each each other. Janie then stood up and pulled her nightie off. Her breasts must have been a 'C' cup and she had a dark thatch of hair between her legs. I stood up as well and pulled my shirt and sweatpants off. My dick was standing straight out. Janie knelt before me. She took my dick in her small hand and began to stroke me. I doubted if she could make me any harder. Janie brought her lips to my crown and engulfed me with her mouth. I just lost control and I placed a hand on the back of her head. I pushed my cock into her throat. Janie took all of me into her mouth. I had forgotten how much I missed this. My wife wasn't much into sex these days. We barely made love anymore. Janie took my sacs into her other hand and massaged them. I had to control myself from exploding down her throat. Janie sucked me for a few minutes and then pulled off. "Sit down," she told me. I sat back down on the couch and Janie then got over top of me. I felt her pussy lips give way as she sunk down on my dick. Her pussy felt so good. She was tight and her tunnel was hot and wet. I knew I shouldn't be doing this. What if someone walked in on us. That would be the end of me. Not only that, I didn't have a rubber on. I just couldn't bring myself to have her stop. My hands went to her tits and I massaged each one. She had big melons and her nipples were already hard. I squeezed each tit as Janie worked her pussy up and down my prick. Janie was moaning and I had to tell her we had to be quiet. Janie's pussy was tight around my cock. I began to pump my rod deep into her belly. We were lost in a fuck frenzy. Janie would slide down to the base of my rod and I would lift my hips up to meet her. Janie had her arms around my neck. I was sucking those tits and filling her pussy with my seven inches of cock. I lost track of time as we were fucking there on the couch. To be honest, I never wanted to pull out or to stop. Janie's pussy just felt so good wrapped around my dick. I could tell Janie need a good fucking. She kept dropping down on my cock until I was close to erupting. I told her I was getting close and I should pull out soon. "Cum in me, Mr. Roberts, please!" I could not bring myself to stop. I had to fill her with my love cum. A few more strokes and I began to blow my seed into Janie's pussy. I must have had a giant load saved up. I felt my cock spurting time and time again as Janie milked my dick of all my love juice. When I came that must have been the trigger because I felt Janie's muscles tighten hard around me. She let out a loud moan and she had an orgasm of her own. My lap was wet from all our cum leaking out. I just kept sliding my dick into her until I finally felt myself getting soft. Janie finally pulled off and weakly got to her feet. She looked down at my cum soaked dick. She knelt down once again and took me in her mouth. She licked all the spunk up with her tongue. By the time she finished I was hard again, but it was getting late. I knew we had better stop now. I had some tissues in my room and we cleaned up the best we could. Janie then left and went back to bed with her friends. I sat on the couch for a long time. I was unsure of what I had just done. I fucked a woman much younger than myself. The problem was that I still wanted her. Eventually I got dressed and just fell asleep on the couch. The next morning everyone was up and eating breakfast. I got a shower and dressed. By that time the girls were leaving our house. Janie managed to slip me her phone number on a piece of paper and then she left also. For the next couple of days I stared at that phone number. If I contacted Janie I would be going down a road where there was no turning back. I would need to be fucking her on a regular basis. I knew I would need that young pussy again and again. I got the courage up and phoned Janie. She told me she was hoping I would call her. She said she wanted me again and hoped I was feeling the same way. I told her I wanted to make love to her once more. We made up a plan for the next weekend. I am now waiting for the days to pass. I am going to make Janie my lover. I have crossed that bridge and whatever happens, happens. Hopefully I can write again about how things work out with Janie and myself. Sleep Over Secret Weekends were for a few things: parties, dates, booty calls, and sleep over's. The large suburban castle that my father had purchased with his six figure salary was often the host of these sleep over's. However, since that fateful day in the locker rooms, my relationship with my mother had changed. It hadn't even been a month since the first locker room and we had found our way there again, surrounded by those five fabulous cocks and after being showered in cum we finished each other. Something a mother and daughter generally didn't do. But we couldn't stop. We knew it was morally considered wrong, but tasting my own mother's pussy shot electricity through me that nothing else could replicate. It started with only doing it after the gangbangs, telling ourselves that after something like that we were just caught up in the moment and needed any release we could get. That façade fell away when one day while at home after school I caught my mother grinding against the dryer in the basement as it vibrated. After about five seconds of staring at each other we were in my parents' bed fingering each other. My lips smashed against hers until I got her top off and latched onto her breast. We ate each other out, grinded and mimed fucking while having each other's fingers deep in the other until we ended up cumming all over the bed. Changing the sheets brought a serious talk about our new relationship. I understood how I felt. I loved my mom and she loved me, but we were just using each other to feel good. And we were okay with that. This talk took us to my mother's adulterous second love life. And how many people she's been with. The number surprised me, but from how calmly she talked about it I felt as though my father and she had an understanding. And God knows they still went at it. Every once in a while I would hear them fucking from my room all the way at the other end of the hall. But it was this episode that made it hard for me to invite my friends over. Our newfound lust for each other consumed us both whenever we found ourselves alone, and sometimes not even then. My father was doing work in bed, thinking my mother was cleaning the kitchen. She instead had her face in my crotch as I sat on the kitchen counter, pulling on my own tits. We knew that a sleep over would only exacerbate things, especially with the wine drinking that always occurred. However, my best friend in the whole world pushed and pushed and at the end of my week, Jaime was coming over to my house to sleep over. She was a firecracker, a five foot tall black girl, with 34D tits. She had been hounding me to let her come over so we could talk in detail about all the sexcapades we'd had. I only mentioned to her my times in the locker room, not going into too much detail. I certainly never told her about my mother and I's grand finale. "Come on Lizzy!" She groaned as I pulled into my driveway. I glanced over, a sly smirk. "How many did you do at once? What holes were they fucking?" She gasped, a kid in a candy store, "Where did they cum?" "Jesus, Jaime..." I chuckled. I turned the car off and hopped out of the driver's seat. She followed whining. "Don't leave me hanging." I sighed and offered this nugget of information, "I was never fully stuffed. I always had a hole free." "Which hole?" I smirked and walked into my house. "It kept changing." I told her. And it was the truth; every time I and my mom were there I never let them stuff me full like they did to her. But I did let them have fun with whatever two holes they wanted. Jaime regarded my answer with a smile; I imagine she was picturing me in the locker room at the very second. I opened the door, "We're home." I called out, emphasizing the 'we' aspect. My mother popped her head into the hallway from the kitchen, a puzzled look on her face. No doubt she expected us to immediately get down to business. Her face brightened immediately when she saw Jaime. "Oh, Jaime! It's been so long since you were over here!" She said happily and ran from the kitchen to hug my friend. Her tits bounced from not wear a bra, something she's taken to doing since we had started our incestuous affair. Jaime hugged her with less enthusiasm. "Believe me, I've tried..." Jaime said, more to me than my mother. I rolled my eyes as my mother let go of Jaime. "Well you are welcome whenever you want." She said, in the way only a mother can, then hopped back to the kitchen. "Stay for dinner! We're having chicken breast." She called as she disappeared back into the kitchen. Jaime practically dragged me upstairs into my room as soon as my mother disappeared back into the kitchen. She flopped on the bed and sighed, "Finally! Some peace." She glanced up at me a moment and smirked. "Let's talk about boys and watch porn." I sighed and cracked a grin. She hadn't changed at all since she was last here. I crawled onto the bed and turned on my laptop. "What about homework?" I suggested. Wilson was no longer even attempting to teach me math, instead choosing to fuck me senseless between rows of books for an hour. I was falling behind and while porn and boy talk was enticing, I had other things to worry about. "Porn!" She happily argued. Jaime clapped her hands as she plugged her laptop into my television. I shook my head, smiling as I opened up Word on my computer. I glanced up at the TV and saw my best friend search for lesbian porn. I laughed as she picked a video and she looked back at me. "What? I love watching girls get each other off." She said and moved so she was sitting next to me on the bed. "Now tell me about the gangbang!" "No, Jaime! It was just a bunch of dicks." "Yeah, but I bet it felt hot to have all those bodies around you wanting to just touch you more..." She had a dreamy look on her face. "I'm almost not going to tell you about Wilson..." "Wilson? Wilson, the nerd?!" She gaped at me and I tried hard not to look at her, "You fucked that nerd? Why?" She demanded answers. I gave her a sly smile. "He's got an eleven inch cock." I told her and went on to tell her how most of his free time is now spent fucking our librarian, whenever he isn't tutoring me or one of the ladies he also tutors and has subsequently taken as a fuck machine. "I've got to get a study time with him..." Jaime said, planning already. "Mmmm..." I stopped typing my essay and glanced over. Jaime's eyes were glued to the screen and her hand was at her crotch. She rubbed herself through her panties, her dress hiked up from sitting. On the screen two beautiful girls were fingering each other already. I started typing again as she started to rub harder. Blushing, I glance over and see her hand in her panties now, "If you need to rub one out, I can-" She grabs my knee and gasps as her whole body tenses. The girls on the screen are making out as one girl finger fucks the other hard. Jaime's eyes seem to glaze over and she notices her hand on my knee. After a moment her fingers loosen the grip on my leg, but start to slide down my thigh. She watches her fingers disappear under my skirt and touch my panties. "Lace?" She asked as two fingers slipped inside. I just nodded, my eyes on the porn as my best friend hits my clit. I let out a sigh and nodded more fervently as I moved my hand to where her's had been not a minute ago. We sat there, masturbating each other as we watched the porn unfold. The girls were eating each other out and I shared a glance with Jaime. She nodded. I ripped my skirt off, desperate to cum since my normal session with my mother had been denied. I slipped my panties off and spread my legs, "Get in there." I offered. Jaime immediately rolled over and pushed her lips against my lower ones. I moaned and closed my eyes as her tongue pushed into me. My breath got more and more ragged as her intensity increased, her tongue flicking over my clit every once in a while as she ate me out. I imagined my mother between my legs as I reached down to grab at Jaime's head. My body trembled and my gasps got stuck in my throat, shit she was amazing. My back arched as the very rapidly approaching orgasm was about to hit me. I was so close when my bedroom door opened up, revealing my mother in nothing but garters and stockings. My eyes bugged as I saw her bare tits hanging out. I tried to close my legs to hold Jaime's head, but the noise of the door made her turn around. "Holy shit." She gasped, panting from the face full of muff she had just had. She turned on the bed and crawled off. Still on all fours she went directly to my own mother's pussy and without even blinking shoved her tongue up into her pussy. My mother's legs bent as my best friend's mouth began to give her pleasure. She looked at me and motioned for me to join them. I hesitated only a moment, my eyes going to Jaime. But her attention was elsewhere, besides I thought that in the state she was in she wouldn't have cared what happened. I crawled off the bed and went over to my mother. We kissed intimately for a moment then I knelt, kissing down her body, moving to kneel behind her. As Jaime sucked on her clit, I spread my mother's ass and smiled at the tight little rosebud of a hole I had seen stretched by high school cock many a time. My tongue slid from her outer cheek right onto the hole. I heard her groan with double the pleasure as these two young tongues started to eat her two holes. "Fucking Christ..." I heard Jaime moan and I pulled away from my mother's ass to see her staring at me with wonder. "Sorry..." I said trying to wipe my mouth. I opened my mouth to explain further but Jaime pulled me in for a kiss. We pulled apart panting, strings of salvia connecting our mouth before glancing up at my mother as she stares down at us with obvious lust. "Come to bed, girls..." She sighed as she stepped over us to get to my bed. Our heads followed her as she climbed onto the bed, arching her back, her ass up in the air. We stared at her for the longest of moments. Then we jumped up and joined her on the bed. We each took a nipple and sucked on my mother's tits hard. She moaned as she finger fucked herself while we nibbled and licked to our heart's content. Jaime pulled away from the tit she was suckling to move up and kiss her. I glanced up, still sucking as Mom made out with my best friend. I took the opportunity to slide my fingers down between her legs, replacing her fingers with mine. I quickly worked them in faster, deeper than she had been going. My mother tensed up and her legs spread slightly. She grabbed at Jaime as I felt her shudder, a quick little orgasm rocking her. She pulled away from Jaime, a content look twinkling in her eye. She turned and I moved to meet her lips. We kissed. Deeply. It was one of the hottest I had had so far in my young life. "Fuck, that's the hottest thing..." I heard Jaime say and I pulled away from my mother, giggling. "Come here." I said, my voice hushed just form the situation. I pulled her in for a kiss. We moaned into each other's mouths. I felt her jump and opened my eyes to see my mother working her pussy from behind. I pulled away and repositioned so my pussy was in her face. "Now get back to that magic." I said as my mother and I sandwiched Jaime between us. I grinded my pussy against her mouth, her tongue invaded me in the best way, sliding over clit with every swipe while she drove it deep into me. My mother had her hands on Jaime's ass cheeks, had them spread wide open. Her mouth was busy pleasuring her pussy as her fingers teased her ass. My and my best friend were both cumming as she brought me to a real and true orgasm while my mother got her off. I clutched the sheets, knuckles white from the intensity of the whole thing. Jaime pulled her head up, her face splattered with my juices, she only ran her tongue down my thigh before diving back in. "Oh fuck, Jaime...make me cum again!" I begged. I pushed her head into my crotch again as she grabbed my legs to pull me deeper on her tongue. I think I might have gone cross-eyed at one point. My mother stood up, wiping her mouth, an evil sort of grin on her face. She walked on the bed past Jaime to me. I had been propped up on my elbows, watching Jaime pleasure me, but as I watched my mother she stepped over me, her pussy right above my head now. I slide down slightly, realizing what she wanted. She crouched on my face, shoving her pussy on it. I opened my mouth, accepting it all, worming my tongue up into her. "Ahhh!" She gasped, leaning back as she grinded her pussy up and down over my face. "Fuuuuuck..." She moaned, as I nibbled on her clit. I grabbed her ass cheeks, feeling her shudder as I brought her pleasure. I was her little girl and she was using my tongue to fuck her pussy. That was when Jaime focused on my clit. My hips jerked, nearly knocking her away when she drove her tongue over it, literally flicking it back and forth with the tip of her tongue. My eyes rolled, I wasn't completely in control of my whole body as she made me see God. I could still taste my mother's pussy so she was still on top of me. And the bed was still cushioning me below, but besides those and the pleasure emanating from my crotch courtesy of Jaime, I was aware of little else. By the time I was able to focus again everything had changed. The salty taste of my mother was replaced by Jaime's lips. I was on my side, three of my mother's fingers deep inside me. Jaime was in the same position. We were both shaking, covered in sweat. My mother's fingers were slowing, which meant that she had just brought us both to climax and we were coming down. They slipped out of both of us and she tasted them. She sighed, her hair a complete mess. She sat back, panting. She lazily glanced around the room, utterly satisfied. She sat up, eyes wide all of a sudden. "Shit, I have to finish dinner! You're father's going to be home soon!" She rolled off the bed. I watched her ass bounce as she walked out of the room, her legs shaking slightly from it all. I sighed, relaxing as I tried to wrap my head around the time I lost in my bliss. I glanced over and smiled at Jaime. She had her eyes closed, thumbs rolling over her tits as she took deep breaths. After a moment she must have felt my gaze because she opened her eyes and smiled back. We moved closer, cuddling slightly. "We should get dressed." I told her, "My dad's gonna be home soon..." She whined and rolled over, shaking her butt in frustration. After a moment she sat her head up. "Holy shit." She turned and looked at me, "Holy shit." She sat up. "We just...you and your..." She trailed off, staring at me. I nodded, a slight smirk on my face. "Fuck." Her lips curled into a smile, "That's so twisted...my pussy's still tingling." I giggled and grabbed a fresh pair of panties. I rolled off the bed and slipped them on. "...That wasn't the first time, was it?" She asked. I nodded. I didn't know exactly how to explain this to anyone. I felt her lips on my shoulder. "I won't tell." I smiled and grinned at her from over my shoulder. "Thanks." I picked up a shirt and found as skirt. After a moment I glanced back over at Jaime. She was busy finding her clothes. "You're going to have to tell me what happened...I think I blacked out at one point." She grinned at me as she pulled her dress back on. "Was it before or after you had four fingers jammed in my ass?" "...Before..." We both broke into laughter and I heard the door open downstairs. My father was home. "Do we look normal?" "We look like we just had really intense sex." I sighed and walked over to my mirror. I quickly assessed the situation: my makeup ruined from sweat, drool, and probably tears of ecstasy, my hair a wild mess. I frowned and turned back to Jaime. "Let's get cleaned up." The next half hour was busy for the three women in the house. My father had said hello to my mother. He then disappeared into his study and went to work. My mother had somehow managed to look pristine in the time between her leaving my room and my father walking into the kitchen to greet her. Jaime and I took a bit longer. The make-up was easy, but the hair was harder. We eventually just washed mine in the sink. Jaime wouldn't let the water touch her hair. In the stereotypical black girl fashion. We ate dinner in my room. My father wasn't there yet and we didn't want to risk anything. It wasn't until later that anything remotely taboo came up in conversation. It was like we were typical high school girls, not the slutty fantasy of a porno director. After we had finished some homework and watched a normal TV show, we were going to start just browsing the internet when we heard them. The moans were loud, obviously, but I was very familiar with them since they were coming from my mother down the hall. "Jesus, they're going at it? She's got real stamina..." Jaime said. I just nodded. The moans increased in volume and intensity. "Wow." "She has a lot of sex." I said. "I can imagine." We just sat there, listening to my parents fuck. Jaime sighed, cupping her crotch. "You horny again?" I asked, in slight disbelief. She shrugged. "Just imagining you with my Mom again?" I teased. She bowed her head in embarrassment, "Maybe...but maybe also I was imagining what your Dad is like." I blinked in surprise. My father? I knew he was just as guilty of infidelity as my mother, their combined sexual exploits probably worthy of their own website. I just never imagined him sexually. Surprising, considering my near daily activities with my mother, but it was never a thought for me. I squirmed a bit, shoving my hands between my legs. Jaime grinned and pointed at me. "Did I hit a nerve? Do you not wanna share Daddy?" She teased and I flipped her off. "Fuck...no...I never would...would I?" She rolled her eyes. "Listen, you sixty-nined with your own mother today. I think you'd be okay with taking your Dad's dick." My face flushed. I couldn't hide my shame. Jaime grinned and rubbed her crotch. "Does that turn you on?" I shook my head, rubbing my own crotch openly now. She didn't antagonize further, instead we both just rubbed out pussies through our clothes to a short orgasm. Panting, we both climbed onto the bed. As we met, our lips touching again, Jaime stopped. "We shouldn't...my pussy's really sore." I rolled over. "Thank God. I was gonna power through it, but yes. Ow." We both giggled and repositioned so I was spooning her. Through the wall, my parents' sex noises were the lullaby that helped us drift off to sleep. Sleep Over Surprise When you grow up in a tiny conservative town, the only girls who had sex were the sluts, and the ones who were "in love". When I was in High School, I was neither one of those. That's not to say that I didn't get close a few times, but something would never let my boyfriend get past 3rd base. I grew up in a very strict religious household. We went to church every Sunday, I went to youth group once a week, bible study once a week, and went to a young women's group every other week. Until I was 15 or so, it was just part of who I was, and I never questioned it. I enjoyed taking part in all of these activities with my peers, and I was a very good girl. I only started to question things when I turned 16 and the talk between all of the girls was only about marriage and children. They all had exactly the same plan: Graduate high school, go to college, meet the man of their dreams, graduate college, get married, have children and be wives and mothers the rest of their lives. It made no sense to me why they would want to go to college simply to meet a man and stay home taking care of all of their children. But I played along, spouting the same rhetoric as the rest of them, but I knew in the back of my mind that was not the life for me. I did graduate at the top of my class, but instead of following all the hens to the local school, I went across state and enrolled in a much larger university. My first year in school was an absolute nightmare to me. The school was much more diverse than I was used to, and being around all of those other people who didn't hold the same values that were instilled in me was quite the culture shock. I spent most of my time in my dorm room studying, and only rarely went out with my roommate when she literally had to pull me out. I hated it, and was plotting my excuse to leave. I knew that my parents would be more than thrilled to have me follow the path of the righteous and go to the local future wives club college just up the road. And I also knew that telling them that the big city college was filled with fornicators, alcoholics, drug pushers and atheists would be more than enough reason to let me drop out. I had made up my mind that when it got to be late in the summer, before it was time to go back, I would spring it all on them. I went back home that summer to find out really how small it was. Although I didn't spend much time carousing with my fellow classmates across the state, that I was still immersed in that huge melting pot of different cultures. It has changed me, just a little. I started seeing just how narrow minded everyone was. Two of my classmates had already found the men of their dreams and had already gotten married. Another 5 of them were engaged, and there was only a handful of them who didn't have serious men in their lives. My eyes were really open for the first time. I started seeing the moms of my friends differently even. They were just the grown up versions of what their daughters were striving to be. They were all moms when they were young, married to men that they obviously didn't get along with, and completely miserable. But that was what we were all told to be. When I went back to school in the fall, I was going to experience college and all it had to offer, while still staying within my core of ideals. I wasn't going to drink, I was still going to save myself for marriage, I wasn't going to do drugs or go to parties where that was happening................I am still who I am. My first day in school I found the group of friends that are still very close to me now 8 years later. We were inseparable, and I guess that is why I succumbed to peer pressure for the first time. 4 girls with different backgrounds are going to find ways to stay cohesive, and with us, it was getting the others to try something they never had before. I was the only one who had never drank, done drugs, had sex, etc. They all took it as their mission in life to get me to do those things. I never felt actual pressure from the group, and I know at any time I could have said no, but I didn't. It was with them the first time I got drunk (I puked in a trashcan next to my bed for 2 hours), the first time I got high ( I fell asleep on a strangers couch with a bag of bread in my lap), and the first time I had sex. His name was Barry, or Brian or Buddy or something. It doesn't matter because I was fucking miserable. I had grown quite fond of drinking now, and it was at a party where I met "B". We was charming, handsome and the one who happened to be there when I finally got the urge to fuck. We went upstairs to a bedroom where he pawned all over me for 5 minutes before fumbling with his condom for another five, to finally get his tiny little prick inside me. All I can remember was tasting the cigarette smoke and beer on his mouth, and the way he grunted and groaned for every bit of 30 seconds before rolling off of me out of breath. I went in to the bathroom and puked. I never smoked pot again, but I did continue to drink socially with my friends. I was still getting good grades, and I really was having the time of my life. One of the group, Megan, worked at a hotel as a maid. One of the perks was that she could have a room any time the hotel wasn't full, and she had to clean it up after herself. We weren't allowed to throw parties in the room, but with the 4 of us together, it was always a party. The hotel had a pool, and because it was at the end of the hotel, not near any rooms, we would swim and carry on until the wee hours of the morning. And during the stays when Megan could get us in to a suite, would all run back up to the room in our bathing suits and take a bath in the big jetted tub with an assload of bubbles. I bet we did that a dozen times, and never once did it ever take a sexual turn. I decided not to go home for Christmas break. It was a hard decision to make, but my parents were going to visit my grandma in Ohio, and the last thing I wanted to do was spend 3 days in a car with my 3 brothers, to sleep on a couch at my grandmas house for 5 days, to turn around and spend another 3 days in the car again. My mom really turned on the guilt, but I held out, and was not made to go. It was only Megan and I out of our group who stuck around during the long vacation. The first couple of days I was pretty bummed because Megan worked all day, and I sat in my room and studied or read. It was Christmas eve when Megan called me up saying she got another suite and that we should get drunk and watch pay per views all night. We only swam for an hour or so because a family with some snot nosed kids came down to use the pool. And, per our tradition, filled the big jetted tubs with bubbles and jumped in. We both had already finished off 2 bottles of wine by this time, and were feeling pretty good. Things got a little carried away in the tub somehow, and we started wrestling. I accidentally had ripped off Megan's bathing suit top, and when I saw her wet, soapy breasts, it was the very first time I had ever felt a tingle down there. I thought she would rush to put the top back on, but she didn't. As a matter of fact, she stood up and took off her bottoms as well. Her bald pussy was only 6 inches from my face, and I felt an even stronger tingle down in my own area. I had no idea that girls shaved their crotches, my own looked like a damn forrest. Still being the naïve, small town hick that I was, I asked her straight up why she did. In so many words she told me that she had been shaving her crotch since she started getting hair down there, and also shaved her arms. She said she hated body hair, and that no hair was way more sexy. I didn't really understand why it would be, and told her as such. She started explaining that it stayed "fresher" down there without all that hair when she got a look on her face . She had finally realized that I was asking her because I had never even thought about grooming that area. She actually laughed at the thought of me having Sherwood Forrest between my legs and that it was gross. I really didn't know what to say. I knew that I was pretty hick and that I really knew nothing of the world outside my little town, but a lot of things you can bullshit your way through. This was not one of those times. That's when she asked me pull down my bottoms so she could see for herself. I was extremely apprehensive, to say the least, but I kept telling myself that this was just like gym class, and it was okay for girls to see girls. I stood up, and pulled down my bottoms. She didn't actually laugh so much as she gasped. I also gasped when she reached out and grabbed some of the hairs and pulled them out to see how long they were. I think her exact words were "Oh my fucking god!". That was the 3rd time that I got that little tingle, only this time, there was actual contact to go with it. After tugging on my pussy hair for what seemed like forever, she jumped up out of the tub and stated matter of fact like that she had to do something about that. I saw her rummaging through her bag, and then ran back with some scissors, a razor, and some shaving gel. I think I asked her what she thought she was going to do with that, but I may have only thought that in my head. She asked me to sit on the edge of the tub, grabbed a water cup, and started pouring fresh, hot water from the spout down my pussy. Not only was she doing that, but she was wiping the suds off with her hand, and running her fingers down my lips. I started getting that feeling again, but it didn't go away. I could feel something building inside of me as she gently shaved and cut all of the hair from my crotch. Each glance of a finger, each swipe of the razor stoked the fire. I was physically hot, and it felt like my insides were shaking from my toes to my ears. My initial reaction was that I was feeling what any virgin would feel the first time they had their naughty parts touched.....but I wasn't a virgin, and this wasn't my first time being touched down there. It was my first time feeling like this though. My head was swimming, my body was on fire, and I was seconds from jumping out of my skin. I didn't know what I was feeling, and was even more confused about why I was feeling this way with another woman touching me like this. I thought I was already completely on the edge of insanity, but it was nothing compared to when she had finished, and was wiping the remaining shaving cream from my now bald twat. It was also the first time she let a finger go down right between my lips. I had been wet before. I mean, I was slightly wet when "B" fucked me, and I was slightly wet when I let my boyfriend go to 3rd base, but the wetness I was feeling now was nothing compared to that. I had almost forgotten where I was, or what I was even doing until Megan asked me "Sweety? You ever been with a girl before?" I don't remembered if I nodded, or actually spoke, but it was a no. She didn't ask me if I wanted to be with a girl or nothing, she just simply stuck her tongue in my pussy. In the back of my head, I knew this was a very naughty and bad thing to be doing, but every other part of my body wouldn't have had her stop for anything. The way her tongue danced in and out of my sopping wet pussy, the way she gently nibbled on my bald lips, the way she flicked my swollen clit with the tip of her tongue, was a dream coming true that I didn't even know I wanted. My first of 11 orgasms that night came on the edge of that tub with her tongue in my pussy. After I came, she pulled me down in to the tub with her and kissed me. I tasted my own pussy on her mouth and it sent me to another place entirely. I loved tasting myself on her, I loved kissing her and feeling her tongue in my mouth and I wanted more. She suggested we get out of the hairy water and rinse off in the shower. We continued kissing in the shower while she gently fingered my pussy. I don't know why I thought I should volunteer information at this point, but I told her that I didn't know what I was doing, and had never done anything like this before. I remember her saying "Sweety, just do what I do, and do to me what feels good to you." (I have since used that line myself, twice). She grabbed my hand and pushed it down to her crotch, and instinctively thrust a finger inside her. She was just as wet as me, and just as hot. It felt so fucking naughty and taboo to be doing this, but it also felt so right. We stood in the shower kissing and rubbing for at least a half an hour.......we even washed each other's bodies from head to toe (which was just as fucking erotic as the rest of it I have to say. ) When we got out, we didn't even bother drying each other off, we just fell in to bed. (To be continued........)