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An After School Lesbian Affair

By: blanketstate



It wasn’t usual for me to come home straight after school. That’s probably why my sister wasn’t expecting me to walk into my room when I did. I sure didn’t expect to see her naked on my bed with my underwear over her head, getting her pussy licked out by her best friend Andrea.

Andrea was also buck naked, kneeling half-on and half off the bed. She was frigging herself with on hand, and grabbing Amy’s tits with the other. Amy (that’s my sister) was lying on her back on my bed, pulling Andrea’s face towards her cunt and moaning, while the other hand kept rubbing my used panties all over her face.

“Oh, she smells so good!” Amy said, “I wish I could lick her pussy and ass for real.” Andrea just grunted and kept eating Amy’s love hole, fingering her own sloppy channel with her long fingers.

I stood there, shocked that my sister was a lesbian, and doubly shocked that she fantasized about me. As I looked down at Amy’s body and Andrea furiously licking her snatch, something came over me, a desire to be involved in their sexual play. I knelt behind Andrea and inhaled the aroma of her gash. It was intoxicating. Without any hesitation, I reached out and placed my hand over Andrea’s on her cunt, feeling her juices running through her busy fingers.

Andrea looked back at me, wondering who had joined them. As she looked back, I brought my fingers to my nose, smelling her pungent fluids up close. Amy grabbed Andrea’s head and pulled it back towards her juicy slit, unaware that I was there. Quickly, I tore off my clothes and went to stand over Amy’s head. I pulled my used panties off her face and squatted down with my pussy over her mouth.

“So, you horny little girl,” I said, “you’ve been stealing my panties to lick them. Well, now you can lick right from the source.”

It took less than a second for Amy’s lips to latch on to my cunt lips. God, that felt good! She licked my slit eagerly, driving her tongue up inside me, nibbling on my clit, running her fingers all over. She began to trail her tongue all over my labia, in ever widening circles. Then she slowly licked down towards my ass. Her tongue was like a wriggling, warm, wet finger, and she began to probe my anus with it. I relaxed until she was able to get the tip in through my tight sphincter. She moaned with delight, I moaned with pleasure, and Andrea moaned with the sheer ecstasy of seeing her lesbo lover tongue my asshole.

Amy was lying down with her legs hanging over the bed, and I was squatting over her mouth, facing her feet, watching Andrea’s glistening body. Andrea had been on her hands and knees on the floor to lick Amy’s clit, her ass waving around as she fingered her own pussy, but she now straightened out to rub her sticky slit against Amy’s. She reached out to run her fingers through my cunt hair as my sister continued to lick my ass. Andrea soon found my clit and began pinching and rubbing it, driving me into sexual ecstasy.

I reached down to Amy’s tits and began rubbing and fondling the huge globes. Amy reached up to cup Andrea’s breasts, and then Andrea leaned forward and began to kiss and nibble my erect nipples as she ground her juicy box against my sister’s. Amy’s tongue continued to probe my rectum, and it felt wickedly erotic, especially with Andrea’s finger buried in my snatch. I knew I wouldn’t be able to hold out much longer.  Andrea sucked on my nipples so hard, I thought she would suck them right off my boobs.

Andrea switched to groping my breasts and fondling my ass. Amy switched back to licking my love box, but she slipped a finger into my asshole and continued to stimulate it. Her lips were attached to my clit, alternately sucking and pinching it. Occasionally, she would plunge her tongue deep into my tight canal, and her finger would press in my ass against he thin wall separating my cunt from my rectum. Then Amy would return her attention to my throbbing love button. Seconds later, I came, my tight cunt spasming and clenching, my ass gripping her finger tightly.

Amy continued to tongue my clit for the duration of my orgasm. It was fabulous knowing that my own sister loved having my sticky juices all over her lips and chin. Andrea was still grinding their pussies together and feeling my tits and ass. I had reached out to pinch and squeeze Amy’s boobs, but my hand trailed down her body to her cunt and I rubbed her clit, my finger tip against her little bud, and the knuckle against Andrea’s. It was a strange sensation to have my hand between the two sopping pussies as they rubbed themselves towards climax on my digits. Finally, I brought my other hand from Amy’s nipple and slid one finger into Andrea, and one finger from my other hand into my sister’s juicy gash.

“Yes! Oh, yes!” Andrea cried as I hooked my finger inside her, rubbing against the tight walls of her luscious pussy. I increased the friction on Amy’s clit with the palm of my hand. It didn’t take long before both of them were careening over the edge, riding a wave of orgasm. Feeling a pussy other than my own spasming in climax around my finger was a beautifully erotic sensation. Feeling two pussies orgasming at the same time was even better. But there was one thing I wanted to feel yet, the sensation of a woman cumming all over my tongue. I wanted to eat one of their hairy cunts. No, I wanted to eat both of their hairy cunts.

I leaned forward and gently kissed Andrea on the cheek. She turned her face towards mine, and our lips met. Her lips were soft and warm, inviting me to press my own lips harder against hers. Our kiss was passionate, but different than any man’s passion. It wasn’t a crushing, urgent passion, but a delicate, deep passionate kiss.

Finally, we pulled away to breathe, but her hand brushed over my face, trailing down my features, eyes, cheeks, lips, chin. I was kneeling on the bed, my sister’s head now in my lap. She smiled up at Andrea and I, “Okay, sis. Andrea has licked my pussy and I’ve licked yours. It’s only fair for you to eat her out. You like the taste of her lips, now it’s time to taste her cunt.”

“There’s nothing I want to do more.” I whispered. Andrea smiled at me sexily, then lay down on the bed, spreading her legs for me to stare at her pink folds, wet with her excitement. I had already smelled her pussy fluids, and if that was any indication of her taste, I was all ready to dive into her juicy muff.

I knelt on the floor, my upper body on the bed, and leaned into Andrea’s cleft. I could smell her delicious odour, and now, my tongue reached out to taste it. Gently, I ran the tip of my tongue over her moist folds, savouring her oily fluids. Then I dove in.

I had no idea what to expect, so I began tonguing her cunt-hole and licking her clit. As I did things that pleased her, Andrea would moan. I quickly learned what cues to take, and soon, Andrea was writhing around on the bed, thrusting her hips at my face.

“You look so beautiful eating pussy,” Amy said to me. I stopped to smile up at her and lick my lips, and then went back to Andrea’s slit. I was fast learning to love the musky flavour of her cunt, the excited moans she made when I flicked her love button, and the feel of her ass beneath my hands as she gyrated to my stimulation.

Finally, I latched on to her clit, tonguing it for all I was worth, driving her over the brink to orgasm. She put her hands on the back of my head, holding my mouth over her juicy canal, and thrusting her hips at me. She was wild, and I loved it. At last, when her orgasm subsided, Andrea let me go. I kissed her pussy lips gently, then straightened up.

Amy was there, and she was ready. She kissed me on the lips. My own sister kissed me. Then she began to lap all of Andrea’s fluids off my face and neck. Then she kissed her way down to my nipples and began to rub, to suck and to gently nibble them.

She crawled down off the bed and turned me so I was leaning against it. Then she fell into my waiting arms, and we proceeded to make out heavily. I don’t recall exactly when, but I remember hearing Andrea say, “God, that’s so hot!” and the bed shift as she got up, but I wasn’t really paying attention. I was focussed on my beautiful sister and how soft her lips were and how her tongue felt in my mouth. I closed my eyes and let the moment overtake me, lost in the feeling of her lips and the taste of her mouth and the sensation of her breasts rubbing against mine.

When I finally opened my eyes again, I was astonished to see Andrea wearing a big strap-on dildo. It looked so funny to see her feminine curves and that large rubber protrusion. But she knew how to use it, I soon found out. She wanted to take me doggie style while I ate Amy’s pussy.

Well, who was I to resist. Amy lay down on the floor, spreading her legs wide, and I knelt between her knees, my ass up in the air. I could feel Andrea rubbing the fake cock on my cunt lips, moistening it with my fluids. Gently, she began to insert it, making sure it was well lubricated before pushing it deeper. It was a long dildo, and it stretched me out, going deeper than I thought possible. Then Andrea switched it on – it had its very own vibrator built it. I guessed that it also stimulated Andrea as she began to slide it in and out of me.

With each forward motion, my face was brought closer to my sister’s waiting slit, so I began to lick her. Andrea fucked my face into Amy’s pussy. I was sandwiched between to women, and I loved it. Suddenly, I knew why Amy fantasized about me; she and I were very alike, and I wanted her as much as she wanted me. I began to eat her box with a sudden fervour unlike anything before. I knew what she needed to drive her wild, and I kept giving it to her.

The vibrating dildo felt fabulous, but suddenly, I felt Andrea pull it out and I heard her switch it off. Then she began to rub it against my asshole. I knew what she wanted, and I was willing to try anything now. Amy began to move about until her head was under my pussy. Now we were in the sixty-nine position. Two sisters, eating each other’s twats, while Andrea worked the dildo further into my ass. Wow, what a feeling! When Andrea turned the vibrator back on, I thought I had gone to heaven.

We licked, sucked and fucked for what seemed like ages, always on the brink of orgasm, but keeping each other from going over. Then, like it was a mutual decision, Amy and Andrea began to work at my cunt and ass, driving me over the edge. I knew that there was only one thing to do: bring Amy to orgasm at the same time and hope that the vibrator worked for Andrea.

I latched onto Amy’s hard clit and pulled and rubbed it with my tongue, running my fingers over her pussy lips and down the crack to her ass. She began bucking underneath me, and I knew that she was climaxing as well. As my orgasm hit, Andrea was fucking my ass like there was no tomorrow, gasping and dragging her hair all over my back. When Amy and I had finished our climax, I collapsed on her, and Andrea on top of me, reaching down to turn off the vibrating dildo. She kissed my neck and held me tenderly, and I knew that she had orgasmed as well.

I’m not sure how long we lay there, blissfully content, but eventually, reality crept back in; all three of us were lying on the floor of my room, naked and Andrea with a dildo still in my ass, the door open as I had left it when I entered. Slowly, we managed to get up. We all glowed with the aftermath of sex, and the room smelled like pussy. I opened the window slightly, keeping the blinds shut. We decided that it would be best to shower, and we all went together. But that story should be told another time.

THE END

An After School Lesbian Affair Ch. 02



A big shout out to MacRaven for the story suggestion, and the encouragement to keep writing.

I stood there under the spray of the shower, letting the hot water and steam wash the sweat from my body along with the smell that covered me. It was the smell of pussy, not just my own, but the smell of my little sister, Amy, and her best friend Andrea too. 

I had come home from school to find the two of them naked in MY room, engaging in lesbian play, but it was what I heard that made me want to join in. You see my sister had been sniffing my used panties while getting her cunt lapped, and had been fantasizing aloud about eating my sopping snatch. Naturally, I was disturbed, but the urge to let my little sister fulfill her dream and eat me out won me over and soon I was in the midst of a pussy party.

Now I was rinsing off the musky odor of sex and womanly juices. A giggle interrupted my reverie as Amy reached around my body to cup my breasts as I stood there, wet in more than one sense of the word. The two younger girls were in the shower with me, supposedly rinsing off as well, but it was turning out to be more of an excuse to be sexual with each other than anything else. 

Amy's hand slid from my soft tit down my body to my pubic hair, moist with more than the shower water. She trailed her fingers across my slit, spreading the petals of my labia with her caress.

"Oh, just go for the gold." Andrea said, massaging her own box with one hand and reaching out with the other to fondle my ass.

"Well, fine then," my sister said as she dipped her fingers into my love canal and ground her palm against my pleasure button. My clit responded by sending waves of pleasure through my body, and my knees nearly buckled. I reached out to grab Andrea as I steadied myself, and she stepped into my embrace, pressing her tits against mine only seconds before her lips did the same.

We kissed hungrily, mashing our lips together before hers parted and her tongue slid into my mouth. We French kissed for a bit while Amy fingered me steadily towards my orgasm. Finally, Andrea and I broke apart, though we began to rub each other's glistening wet boobs, teasing each other's hard nipples and circling around the dark aureoles. I reached down to pet her damp pussy hair, stroking her labia, teasing her clitoris with the end of my finger. She moaned softly, breathing heavily.

Behind me, my sister dropped to her knees in the shower, spreading my butt cheeks. She inhaled my aroma before placing her tongue against my dark anus. She began circling my backdoor with the tip of her tongue, alternating between rimming me and running her rough taste buds the length of my ass crack.

My sphincter contracted with pleasure before opening up to her erotic caress. Her tongue went in the opening, and I could feel it worming around inside my ass. It felt so warm and squishy, and I wanted it to go on forever. Andrea had different ideas, though, and she too knelt down and began tonguing me in front. She spread my thighs for easier access to my snatch, but that forced Amy to stop licking my butt hole. I would have been upset if Andrea hadn't immediately begun licking my slit, probing my vagina with her moist tongue and sucking my clit.

Of course, that left Amy with nothing to do, so she stood up and leaned over my shoulder to kiss me. My sister and I locked lips as she grabbed my breasts from behind, kneading them and massaging them. I felt like I was in heaven, especially when her perky nipples poked me in the back, letting me know that she was as horny as I was. I reached behind me to feel her sopping pussy, and she immediately ground her hips against my ass.

It was getting pretty steamy in the bathroom, and soon we decided that our antics would be better served if we moved out from there. We took turns toweling each other off, although certain areas remained wet despite how much we rubbed them with the soft terry-cloth towels. Then we moved back to my bedroom. This time, however, we were careful to lock the door and turn on music, just in case anyone else came home unexpectedly.

Amy practically jumped on me, pushing me down on the bed. She kissed me deeply before moving down my body, caressing and kissing my breasts, my stomach, my pubic hair. Then my sister's face disappeared as she occupied her pretty mouth with my slit, licking from my clit, down the length of my labia to my honey hole, and on past to my sphincter. She alternated between rimming my ass and licking my clitoris, driving me to such pleasure that I barely noticed Andrea lie down beside me until she gently turned my head towards hers and kissed me.

After a little lip play, my sister's best friend indicated what she was really after by sliding up the bed until her furry box was in my face. I didn't hesitate, but dove right in, appreciating her musky aroma for only a second before seeking out her source with my tongue. I focused on bringing her off quickly so Andrea could switch places with my sister and I could drink her savory nectar.

Amy's warm tongue wormed its way into my butt hole once more. I gathered that she liked it there, and would probably appreciate me returning the favor. I filed that in my mind, somewhere past the pleasure centers being stimulated, and returned my focus to Andrea's tender pussy. I licked her little love bud as I gently inserted first one finger and then a second into her vagina. Curling my fingers, I sought her sensitive G-spot. I pushed gently while keeping a deliberate rhythm on her clitoral area. Soon, she was cumming all over my hand, as my sister's fingers found my pleasure button. With her tongue squirming in my anus, and her fingers drumming a staccato rhythm on my pussy lips, I was also being driven to the heights of orgasm. I kept masturbating Andrea, hoping to give her another climax before mine hit me, but the tidal wave of pleasure kept mounting in my tender slit until I couldn’t control it anymore. As my orgasm hit me, I locked my lips on Andrea's sweet love hole and sucked until she too was climaxing with me.

I could hear my sister's ragged panting as her tongue was forced out of my rectum, and realized she was rubbing her own moist genitals, desiring to be a part of my and Andrea's pleasure. Quickly, I dropped off my bed and circled my kneeling sister hungrily. I pounced on her, biting her ass cheek gently as I forced her upper body on to the bed. She immediately latched on to her best friend's nipple, sucking Andrea’s tits greedily.

I dove in to Amy's box, licking, tonguing, and probing her tender folds. I wanted my sister so badly. I savored her taste as I licked from clit to anus and back. Then (knowing it would drive her wild) I poked my tongue in her ass, while pinching her sensitive clitoris between my fingers. I was right; my sister gasped in delight, and with a little urging from my fingers and tongue, she came.

Spent, she collapsed on the bed, and I climbed up after her, where Amy, Andrea and I lay cuddling on the blankets, inhaling the aroma of our sexual activity. We fell asleep naked together, and one of us must have pulled the blankets up in our sleep, though none of us recall doing so. We were too exhausted from our sexual frenzy.

I awoke to the sound of pounding on my door. My mother was yelling for me to open up. Slightly disoriented from sleep, I sat up, pulling the blankets off of my sister, Amy, and her best friend Andrea. All three of us were naked, the room smelled like sex, and my mom wanted me to open the door.

"Just a moment, Mom," I called, hurriedly grabbing one of the discarded towels from the shower we girls had enjoyed, "I'm not dressed yet. I must have fallen asleep after my shower."

Hurriedly, I pushed Amy and Andrea under the bed, hoping to deal with my mother quickly. As I walked to the door, I kicked Amy and Andrea's clothes into the closet. I grabbed my robe, wrapped my hair in the towel, sprayed some hairspray to cover the smell of pussy, and unlocked the door.

"Are you okay, hon?" Mom asked.

"Yeah, fine." I answered vaguely, "Cheerleading practice really tired me out, I guess."

"I thought it was cancelled today. That's why I didn't wash your uniform."

"So did I," I lied quickly, "but I found out wrong. Anyway, I had to go in my normal clothes. That's why it smells in here. Sweat."

"I can't smell anything but hairspray."

This time I could be honest, "Well, I tried to cover it up. Kinda stinks."

"I don't know about that. Let me smell." With that, my mom pushed past me into the room. She walked around, sniffing the air. "It doesn't smell that bad, dear. Actually, it's almost pleasant." 

She sat down on the bed. I could just imagine her accidentally sitting too hard on Andrea or Amy and discovering them naked under there.

"So," I said, hoping to get her to leave, "what were you knocking on my door for?"

"Well," she replied, "we haven't really talked much lately. I was hoping we could have a heart to heart."

She must have seen me roll my eyes, because she said, "Dear, you're growing up, and soon you'll be moving out. I'm not going to get many more chances to just sit and talk with you in your room before you're off in college."

"Does it have to be now? I'm kind of in the middle of getting dressed."

"Well, no need for modesty here. I'm your mother; it's nothing I haven't seen before."

"Yes. But still..."

"I know, you're a grown woman now. And a very beautiful young woman at that. You know your sister really admires you."

"Yeah." I said vaguely, "I sort of gathered that." I knew Amy and Andrea were probably having trouble keeping quiet under the bed. I walked over to the bed and gently sat down beside her, careful that the bed wasn't hanging too low.

Mom continued, "I must admit, I'm a bit jealous of your looks."

"Jealous? Mom, you're beautiful. What could you be jealous of?"

"I know that young men your age love the way your tits bounce, and the curve of your hips. Even men my age look at you wishfully. That's why you're on the cheerleading team, you know. Boys like the way you look."

"Aw, Mom, you're just flattering me. You've got a biased opinion 'cause you're my mother."

"No, it's all true. You have a very sexy body, and I know lots of people have crushes on you. Men my age, guys your age. I've noticed girls your age checking you out too. There are lots of people who want your body. Even your sister."

I had to pretend to be shocked. "Amy? But she's my sister. You must be joking."

"I'm not joking about her," Mom's voice got a bit huskier, "and I'm not joking about me. You have a fantastic body, and I've been thinking about you for a long time. I knew I shouldn't say anything, but masturbating every night thinking about you just isn't enough anymore." I sat there, a shocked expression clearly evident on my face.

Mom plowed ahead, "I know you're probably moving out soon, so I just had to tell you how I felt before the school year was out."

"So," I began hesitantly, "what are you saying? You want my body...sexually?" I knew that I wanted her right then and there. But in order for it to work, she needed to seduce me. I had to play this charade through right in order to get my mom in bed. She had to be my "first experience with a woman."

If I was lucky, I might even get my sister and Andrea involved too. But I had to let her be the seductress in order for this to work, for her sake. If I could make her feel like she was in control, then she would want it again at some later date, but if I seduced her, she'd push me away next time. That was just the way Mom was. 

Mom scooted closer to me on the bed, and I worried that she might be squishing one of my hidden lovers. She put her hand on my shoulder.

"I don't want you to feel uncomfortable," she said, and I nodded meekly. "I also don't want you to feel pressured."

That was just Mom's way of doing things. I knew from watching and eavesdropping on the various men she had brought home over the years. She was letting me know she was about to seduce me

Mom put her hand on my shoulder, gently rubbing circles on the exposed skin. Her fingertips brushed the edge of my towel, and then under the terry cloth as she widened her circles. She turned me to face her on the bed. I looked at my mother innocently, even though I knew what was next. She leaned in towards me. I froze, pretending I was scared. She kissed me.

I knew it was wrong with my sister, but it was even more wrong with my own mother. She was in a position of influence over me. I knew I was playing it right to keep her. I backed away from my mom and put on my best "shocked" look. Mom looked at me. She had this weird expression on her face. 

"I shouldn't have done that," she said.

"No, mom. It's just...I wasn't expecting that. I don't know what to think."

"You think I shouldn't have done that," Mom was half telling, half asking me.

Looking confused, I said, "I don't know. It was just weird. Unexpected, but kinda nice, though. Soft and warm." I brought my hand up to my lips, touching them, then my Mom's.

She kissed me again. This time, her hands gently pulled the towel from under my arms, exposing my naked skin. Her fingers trailed down my back, and along my sides, then around the bottom of my breasts. Soon, my mom was pinching my nipples, teasing them until they stood out. She leaned me back on the bed, and sucked first one breast, then the other into her mouth.

I moaned, and my mom took that as her cue to go lower. Trailing kisses down my stomach, she went lower, arriving at my cunt and inhaling my musk.

"Mom," I whispered, trying to sound like I was uncertain, even though truthfully, I wanted nothing more than for her to eat my pussy. She looked up at me with a smile on her face.

"Trust me, you're going to like this." I already knew it, but my mom didn't know that. She was oblivious to the fact that Amy, Andrea and I had been licking each other's slits all afternoon.

Mom spread my cunt lips wide and began circling the top of my sex, teasing my clit with her warm tongue by coming close, but not touching it. Evidently, she was no novice to this either. Interesting. 

That realization was swept away as my mother dove into my love canal with abandon, seeking the source of my juices and prodding my button with her wriggling wet tongue. She sucked my lips into her mouth, pulling my labia and my clitty at the same time. Slowly, she began inserting first one, then two, and eventually three fingers in my vagina. Her tongue kept flicking across my sensitive bud, circling, twiddling and lapping at the center of my sexual energy. She wanted to bring me off badly, I could tell. She was hungry for my orgasm. I knew it wouldn't be long before I gave it to her, and I let my gasps and groans let her know how close I was.

When I came, it was titanic. My hips launched off the bed, my hands flew to the back of my mom's head, running through her hair and pulling her face into my quim. She kept lapping my clit, slurping my orgasmic fluids until finally I came down from heaven, only to hear the feigned gasps of my sister and Andrea, now no longer hiding under the bed, but standing in the doorway to my room, faking shocked and outraged looks on their faces. Still, I guessed they had loved the show.

It seems that Amy and Andrea had quietly left the room and redressed from the clothes we left in the bathroom and strategically placed themselves outside the door, looking as if they had just walked in. I silently congratulated Amy for picking up on my ruse with Mom.

Mom blanched, "Amy. Andrea. What are you doing here?"

"We heard some noise, and came to investigate," my sister said innocently, "I guess we should probably go now."

"Just wait until my mom hears what happens at your house." Andrea said casually.

"Girls, wait! Maybe we should talk a little." Mom was desperate. She knew that she had committed a felony that could put her in jail for a very long time, unaware that she was being drawn into our impromptu web of deceit

"Talk about what?" My sister asked, "It seems pretty obvious what was going on here."

"Amy, you can understand. You told me that you thought your sister was very attractive. You've told me how sexy you think she is."

"Mom! I told you that in confidence. You weren't supposed to tell anyone!" Amy acted so upset, it was amazing. She easily had Mom convinced that she was mad, as if I didn't already know that she wanted my body. "I can't believe you just blabbed that. Maybe I should just blab what happened here to everyone."

"I'm sorry, honey. I didn't mean to...I..." Mom was backpedaling furiously, but everything was coming out wrong. "Oh, shit. I'm in trouble aren't I? Well, I guess you might as well call the police and take me away."

"No!" I exclaimed. "Amy please, you can't do this. Andrea, please. Let Mom go. It was all my fault. I encouraged her."

Mom turned to me, "Baby, no. It was really my fault. As soon as I saw you in the towel, I wanted to seduce you. I've done a really terrible thing. Your sister would be right to call the police."

We had Mom right where we wanted her. So I figured it was time to play this out to get all of us in bed together.

"Amy, you can't. You can't take Mom away, not now that we've discovered this. It was so good. You have to feel it. Please, give Mom a chance."

Amy looked like she was wavering, but Andrea was pretending she was ready to bolt out of there and call someone.

"Andrea, please. It was heaven. You have to believe me. It felt so good, you wouldn't believe. Just let my mom take care of you, and you'll see. I'm okay with what happened here."

"You are?" Amy, Andrea and my Mom all said.

"What exactly did happen here?" Amy asked.

"Well, Mom came in, and we started talking, first about life, then about sex, and my body, and then we were kissing. And before I knew it, Mom had me naked on the bed, and she . . . um . . . ate my . . . you know."

"What was it like?" Andrea asked, "You know, what did it feel like to have someone's mouth down there?"

"Oh my god, you have to feel it to believe it. In fact, I bet Mom would do it to you, and I believe I owe her the favor as well. Wanna try?"

The two looked at each other, still faking uncertainly, although I knew they thought there’d be nothing sexier than having my Mom in our lesbian fun. The two of them caved in, and soon there were four of us naked in my room and lounging on my bed.

Mom started on Amy, kissing her other daughter fully on the lips, their tongues darting back and forth past each other’s lips. I began to touch Andrea, rubbing her breasts, and sliding my hand down her belly to her pubic region. Since my mother and sister were caught up in each other, Andrea didn't have to pretend anymore, and she moved her legs apart to allow me further access to her more than dripping snatch. She was so turned on; her pussy fluids were coating both her inner and outer lips.

I brought my fingers up to my mouth, tasting Andrea's juices even as my mother began working her way down Amy's body to her eager snatch. I copied her, maneuvering her so she was lying next to Amy, and I was kneeling next to Mom. In tandem we licked, sucked and fingered the nubile women before us, pleasuring them as only a woman knows another woman wants it.

I lapped up Andrea's freely flowing vaginal fluids, enjoying her taste, as I had when I first walked in on her and my sister. It was only hours ago, but it seemed forever. By now, I already knew what drove her and my sister crazy. So far, though, I had only tongued Amy's ass, so I started moving lower on Andrea's pussy, down from her clit, past her vaginal opening, all the way to her anus. I began rimming her sphincter, knowing that it would feel great. I waited for her to relax from the initial shock, and then slowly began edging my tongue closer to her rosebud opening, until finally, my face was pressed against her ass cheeks, and my tongue was inside her nether parts. Andrea sighed with pleasure, and I knew she wanted more. I alternated between darting my tongue in and out of her ass and worming deeper within her, drawing gasps of pleasure from Andrea.




An After School Lesbian Affair Ch. 02



Mom looked over to see what I was doing, and when she saw, she copied me. I knew Amy would really dig that. Eventually, I replaced my tongue with a finger, going deeper into Andrea's butt than my tongue ever could. I put two fingers from my other hand in her pussy and began sliding them in and out, wiggling the other finger in her ass. Then I dove back into her savory cunt, licking and sucking on her clit and labia. With all the stimuli, it didn't take long before Andrea was gasping and groaning, rocking her hips from side to side. Her hands came from her breasts as she orgasmed, on to the back of my head, pulling me deeper into her tasty box. She gasped, sighed, and relaxed and the last spasm of her climax left her weak but satisfied. I extracted my fingers from her orifices, even as they still twitched in post-orgasmic ecstasy. Both Andrea and I turned to watch Mom frantically fingering Amy to a similar finale.

As the two younger girls lay relaxing on the bed, enjoying the last twinges of their climaxes, Mom and I looked at each other hungrily. Quickly, we fell into a sixty-nine on my carpet, desperate to cum and make the other cum with us. It didn't take long for my sister and her friend to recover enough to want to join in again, and soon we were in the middle of a four ay pussy easting party that lasted long into the night with various combinations. Mom even brought out some of her toys for us to use, and let me tell you, there's nothing like having a vibrator in your ass while getting your pussy eaten by your own sister and having your mom ride your face. I don't know where Andrea fit in for that particular permutation: either she was fucking Amy with the strap on, or Mom was massaging her pussy, but wither way, I know every one of us experienced more dazzling climaxes in that one night than we had ever before. But not ever again, for there were many nights where we got together for more exciting lesbian incest. But those stories will have to wait for another day.



An After School Lesbian Affair Ch. 03



I lay on my back, staring at the ceiling of the living room, looking at the tiles and noticing how the holes seemed to resemble stars. I was picking out constellations in the regular patterns, and I noticed one that looked like a woman. I started to point this out to my mother, but all I got as a response was a non-committal grunt.

"How about this," my sister asked me, "Does this look like a woman?" And with that, she squatted above my face, her naked pussy opening like a delicate flower anticipating the sun. Amy, of course, was anticipating me eating her snatch, and her cunt lips dripped with her juice.

Naturally, I dove in, as I had been doing for the past two weeks since I found out that my sister lusted after me, and we had involved my mother. Since then, our home had become a lesbian love nest, filled with our forbidden incestuous desires. Of course, there had been one other player in the drama, and sure enough, Andrea entered the room, a strap-on dildo attached to her at the waist, one of the vibrators already embedded in her own pussy. She playfully stroked the rubber protrusion before sidling up behind my mother.

She slid the end of the shaft up and down my mother's slit, coating it in her sex juices before penetrating Mom's tight pussy. As she began to stroke in and out, Mom's face was pushed into my cunt, her nose bumping my clit as her tongue wriggled inside my vagina. The pleasure was building in me, and I transferred it to my sister, licking and probing her cunt with my own tongue, giving her the oral stimulus she craved.

Of course, there was one other oral stimulus that really set my sister off, and I wanted her to experience the depths of pleasure. I slid my tongue from her clit - flicking it several times with the tip - down the length of her sex to her ass. There, I began to probe the opening to her anus, circling the dark sphincter in a way that I knew would drive her wild. The unexpected pleasure caused her to clench up at first, but then she slowly relaxed, allowing my warm wet tongue to probe inside her backdoor. Amy moaned, and I knew that I was giving her a gift she so desperately wanted, one that never failed to bring her the utmost pleasure. My fingers slid up to her box, one finger sliding into her pussy while my thumb sought out her clit, rubbing it in slow circles while the pleasure multiplied.

My mother's breathing became erratic as the buzzing dildo slid in and out of her clenching vagina, Andrea's fingers seeking out her love button. The younger girl threw her head back at the vibrating sensations coming from her own excited genitals, and her free hand grasped at her breasts, triggering electric sensations that shot down to her pussy, adding to the pleasure.

Amy's hands began rubbing my own sensitive nipples, tweaking them between her fingertips, and I reciprocated by increasing the tempo at which I was masturbating her aching clit. Soon, she was cumming, her pussy clenching around my invading digit and her thighs squeezing the sides of my face. She pinched my nipples, setting me off, and my thrashing bucked my hips into my mother's face.

The obvious sight of her two daughters cumming in front of her triggered my Mom's own impending orgasm, and soon, Andrea's climax overtook her. All four of us panted and gasped as the sensations faded. Still, we were far from exhausted. In fact, after a few minutes, we adjourned to Mom's Jacuzzi in the master bedroom for some more play.

Under the water, hands explored, and fingers became naughty, seeking entrance to each other's warm cunts. Soon, Andrea sat on the edge of the tub, her knees spread wide for me to fit between as I licked her tender pussy. I tasted her musky scent, and just like the first time - when I caught her and my sister fantasizing in my room - the smell invigorated me, encouraging my tongue to explore her depths. I dove in.

Amy slipped up behind me, her fingers spreading my cunt lips, seeking my clit. They swiftly zeroed in on my sensitive nub and began a rhythmic pressure, driving me up the wall. Mom half-wrapped herself around her youngest daughter, her hand between Amy's legs and Amy's other hand seeking my Mom's gash. Their lips met in a passionate kiss, tongues darting in and out of each other's mouth. It would have been an erotic sight, if I had not been so occupied with the vision of Andrea's beautiful pussy. As I looked up, her eyes were solely on me as I ate her out. She had a look of love so deep in her eyes, I felt like I belonged there between her thighs for all of my life. The feeling of belonging was so breathtaking that the only response I could have was to drive her further into the realm of pleasure by redoubling my efforts on her sensitive clit.

Andrea panted, her breasts heaving, and I knew I had struck gold. I continued my oral stimulus until her breathing, ragged to begin with, became erratic, and her hips rolled towards m visage, begging for orgasm. I complied, sucking Andrea's cunt lips into my mouth while my tongue kept the pressure on her love button.

I felt a different pressure on my own pussy, a round intruder - a double ended dildo, clear and flexible. One end found its way inside my vagina, and the other was inserted into Amy's needy snatch. Her hips thrust towards mine, and the intruder sank deeper. It was covered with little bumps that stimulated my clit as the rubber monster slid in and out. I could only presume that Amy was experiencing the same pleasure.

As soon as Andrea came, my mother slid into her place, neglected while Amy had been adjusting the double dong. Her fingers spread her pussy lips wide, and I eagerly gave her cunt the same attention I had just given Andrea. My younger lover slid down into the whirlpool, her hand playing with herself as she watched the erotic incest.

Amy's hips banged into mine as she slid her body up and down the dildo, also triggering pleasure that shot from my groin through my whole body. I focused on giving my mother that same much-needed pleasure. With my oral attentions, and her previous excitement, it didn't take long to bring my mother to the heights of ecstasy. With her climax almost upon her, Mom began gyrating her body, her hands in my hair pulling my face closer to her cunt. Amy continued to pound me from behind, receiving as much pleasure as she was giving. Soon, my own orgasm was building towards a crescendo, and Amy's intermittent gasps told me that hers was too. As my mom bucked against my face, I continued to lick her slit, concentrating on her uplifted clit, sucking and flicking it with my tongue until she gasped out her climax. Before she had finished cumming, the orgasm building hit Amy and me at the same time, and we both slammed our hips together in a wild frenzy.

"Wow," I gasped as we began to settle, "there's nothing like getting fucked by your sister while eating your mom's pussy to get a girl cumming like that." We all laughed before drying off and curling up together in my mother's king-sized bed. Even Andrea slept over, as she had been doing so very often lately. Good thing her mother, Barb didn't seem to mind, because there was no way, after the wild sex we had just experienced, that any of us were going anywhere. We fell asleep, tired and worn out, but very, very satisfied. Three of us, at least, fell asleep with huge grins on our faces, but Andrea stayed awake, pondering what I had said before bed. None of us noticed when she got up in the middle of the night and went out of the bedroom to think.

When I awoke later on, I noticed at once that something seemed odd. Hadn't there been a hand on my breast when I fell asleep? Then I rolled over, and noticed Andrea was missing. Gently, I removed my hand from between my sister's thighs and got up, silently padding out of the room. From the hallway upstairs, I could hear muffled sobs coming from the main bathroom, across from my room. The door was partially open, and I slipped inside to find Andrea, seated on the toilet, crying.

"What's wrong, baby?" I asked, concerned that my young lover should be so distraught. I knelt down in front of her and hugged her to me while her tears rolled down her cheeks and onto my bare shoulder. For a while, she said nothing, but taking comfort in my embrace, but then she pushed me back to arms length and began to explain.

"I know you all love me, and the sex here is awesome," she began, "but I see that you have a bond, a closeness that I'm not really a part of. What you said earlier, about having your Mom and sister, well, that really put it in perspective."

I was ashamed that something I had said so callously could hurt one of my lovers so deeply, and I hugged her again, apologizing.

"It's not your fault," she said, "and you don't need to excuse yourself, because I would have seen it anyway. You just made me realize it a whole lot sooner. I'm an outsider here, and I'll never be able to have that connection."

"Oh, baby, I'm sorry. I don't want you to feel that way. You know we all love you as much as we love each other, and we'd never leave you out."

Tears streamed down her face again, and she said, "I know. It's not your fault. I guess . . . I guess it's just that I want to know what it's like, you know, to do it with my sister."

I didn't really know Andrea's sister Kandi that well. She was my age, but she went to a private school. I did know, though, that she had a knockout body, the kind even cheerleaders could be jealous of. She certainly had all the boys at her school drooling over her.

"Tell me about her," I said, and as Andrea talked about Kandi, I stood her up and walked her to my room.

"I guess I've been wanting her for awhile. It started with Amy, you know. I think she discovered she was a lesbian first, and she came to me. She told me how she was attracted to you and wanted you, and I guess that was what sparked it. She used to tell me her fantasies, and listening to them got me so hot that we would often wind up masturbating together. After awhile, we started acting out her little scenarios, and I would be you. That's when we started eating each other. And then, you walked it on it.

"After that, when you two were together, and even after our mom joined in, I started thinking about what it would be like with my sister."

"Okay, tell me your fantasies, maybe I can help."

"Oh. Well, I don't know. I guess I always just thought of diving right in, like you and your sister do."

"Well, it didn't just start like that." I reminded her, "Tell me about how it starts."

"I don't know. I mean, I don't want her to walk in, like you did. I'd be so embarrassed. I guess. . I don't know."

"Well," I said, trying to help her out, "think of a situation where your sister joins in. Or how you seduce her, or how . . . maybe she starts something."

"Um... well, I don't know. I guess . . . I guess it starts with me home alone. I'm in the shower, but because no one else is home, I don't bother to lock the bathroom door. I'm washing myself absently, but really, I'm just playing with myself under the hot spray. I touch my breasts with the soapsuds, teasing my nipples before zeroing in to grab my boobs with both hands. Under the water, the soap washes away, but I ignore that, there's no hiding that I'm masturbating now. My one hand goes to my gash, teasing, slipping inside, running around the outside, and pressing on my clitty before going back inside. I'm remembering the first time with you, when you caught Amy and I playing in your room. You weren't supposed to be home.

"Suddenly the bathroom door opens, and Kandi walks in. She isn't supposed to be home, but she's here. I don't move, wondering if she caught me moaning, but I hear the rustle of clothing as she drops her pants.

"She tells me that she really has to go pee, and she couldn't wait for me to finish showering, and she says she hopes I don't mind. Over the sound of the shower, I hear her desperate splash as she empties herself into the toilet. I'm still not moving, but the thought of her peeing has me so turned on, I'm ready to burst with the tension."

I wondered where this story was going, and before I knew it, Andrea's hand had slipped down to her cunt. She was lost in her fantasy now. I reached over to tease her nipples, my other hand seeking my pussy and joining her in masturbating. She continued narrating.

"I hear Kandi swear, and I tentatively ask what's wrong. Suddenly, I realize that she might be able to see my silhouette through the shower curtain, I haven't moved from when she entered, one hand on my boobs and the other between my legs. Slowly, I relax, and pretend to wash myself again. Kandi swears again and tells me there's no toilet paper. She asks what I thing she should do.

"My mind is racing as I think of possibilities, where this might go if I play my cards right. I tell her that she could just leave her clothes and wash off in the shower, that I won't mind. I don't hear anything, and I'm afraid she'll know what's on my mind. When I hear the rustle of clothing, I'm even more afraid that she's just going to pull up her panties and go, regardless of the drops of urine no doubt clinging to her folds. I make a mental note to retrieve those panties later. I'm about to give up in despair when the shower curtain pulls back, and there stands my sister, naked as a jaybird, and she steps into the shower. I step away from the spray, leaving her room to wash off. As she does, I take the soap again, even though I've already thoroughly washed.

"On sudden inspiration, I ask her to wash my back, and hand her the soap, turning around. She starts running the soap over my skin, washing me, but her hands are sliding around my sides, the fingers wrapped around the bar touch the sides of my breasts. As she moves lower, the soap slides out of her hand, but she keeps going, running her hands down my bum. She squeezes, then pauses, waiting to see how I'll react. I slowly turn around, and she doesn't move her hands, so now they're right against my crotch. I lean in to her and close my eyes, and her warm lips meet mine. Gently, she kisses me, and her hands start moving again, seeking my entrance. My gash is absolutely dripping, and she has no trouble getting a finger inside. My clitty is throbbing, and I want her to play with it, but I'm aware enough to realize she has her own needs. I put my hands between her legs, and she spreads them for me.

"One of her hands trails up my stomach, across my breasts, fingertips trailing across my collarbone, and to the back of my neck. Gently, but insistently, she pulls my face down to lick her muff. I take a moment to smell her, appreciating the scent before I stick out my tongue to taste her."

At this point, I began kissing my way down Andrea's body, towards her pussy. I spread her legs and dove in, as she lay back on the bed. Her hands occupied themselves with her pert tits, and my free hand remained on my own cunt, masturbating while Andrea continued her narrative.

"Kandi moans as I begin to lick her slit, focusing on her engorged clitty. Her hands run through my hair, and I grasp her bum cheeks with both hands, pulling her crotch into my face so I can lick her deeper. I alternate between plunging my tongue as deep as it can go in her channel, and flicking her little nub with the tip of my tongue. All the while, Kandi is moaning as I wok to make her cum. Soon, she has to lean back against the wall of the shower to support herself, and I know that my efforts are bout to pay off. With a throaty growl, Kandi cums, and her honey pot dribbles out her sweet nectar for me to slurp.

"Before I know it, Kandi is down on the floor of the tub, pressing her body into mine, her knee between my legs and her thigh rubbing seductively. She kisses me passionately, wanting to make out, and I oblige her. She cups my titties before grabbing my ass, pulling my body against hers, the water allowing my gash to glide the length of her thigh. I moan each time our nipples collide, and ensure that my leg is rubbing her in the right places too.

"For many moments, we glide together and slide apart, banging into each other and stimulating each other. Before long, though, our fingers take over, and we press against one another, on our knees in the tub, our hands busy inside each other's slits. I feel my cum building inside me, and I want Kandi to cum at the same time. I finger her clitty as fast as I can, rubbing in circles around her folds. Kandi presses against me, and our boobs mash together as we both explode."

By this time, Andrea was close to coming, and gasps interrupted her narrative. As she described her orgasm in the fantasy, I knew that she was close to experiencing one in reality as well. I slid over her body, placing my hips above her mouth, and she understood immediately. She began licking my snatch as I tongued hers, and together, both thinking of her imaginary seduction of Kandi, we climaxed, the throes of passion overwhelming our senses.

I rolled off of Andrea, and lay beside her, kissing her lips, her forehead, her cute nose, and vowed that somehow, I would help her in bedding her sister. I would make her fantasy a reality, even if it wasn't that exact scenario. As we fell asleep on my bed, I determined that I would give her that gift . . . somehow.

As the weeks rolled by, things got busier around the house. Cheerleading practice took up a lot of my time, and I wasn't home as much for the after school sexual games that no doubt went on. Although I rushed home as soon as practices were over, they were getting later and later, and I was missing more and more of the action at home. To further aggravate things, I was often so worn out by the end of the rehearsals that I didn't have the energy to participate.

More often than not, I would come home and only want to soak in the Jacuzzi before supper, and then afterwards, I had loads of homework to do. I noticed that Andrea was spending less and less time at our house, despite her willingness to join in whatever sexual games were going on, so I often found myself alone in the tub while supper was being prepared. Occasionally, Amy would join me for some naked fun, but I rarely had the energy to help her out, so she wound up doing all the work.

Not that she minded, since she had always longed to eat my pussy and tongue my ass. She never resented that I rubbed her slit less than half the time, leaving her more often to masturbate while she licked my box. Nevertheless, I could see that she and m mother were growing closer because they were able to mutually pleasure each other, often taking turns wearing the strap-on, or engaged in a sixty-nine.

Since Amy had the after-school time to do her homework, before Mom got home and made supper, I often heard their moans of pleasure and screams of orgasm while busy doing my school work in the evening. Sometimes, by the time I was finished, they were too exhausted, and just lay there on the bed, watching contentedly as I stripped down and masturbated for them. I would sit at the head of the bed, and they would lie, looking up at my dripping pussy and the fingers sliding in and out of my wet cunt. Sometimes, they would play with me, but often, they just watched, ling in each other's embrace, while I rubbed myself to orgasm, and then slid down the bed to lie between them while we drifted off to sleep.

This isn't to say that I wasn't able to join them in our incestuous play, or that Andrea was never over. Weekends were usually taken up with a lesbian love-fest, and there were some nights when m mom and sister were able to restrain themselves, waiting until I was finished my homework and letting me join in. The Jacuzzi still provided us with a good place to relax and play with each other, and the ledge around the outside, 18" on all sides, gave us a place to sit while getting our snatches eaten. The double-ended rubber dildo was often left on the side of the whirlpool, ready to be inserted at need.




An After School Lesbian Affair Ch. 03



One night when Andrea slept over, we were playing in the Jacuzzi until the early morning, a sexual marathon that left us all panting, sweating and exhausted, but satisfied. At one point, we had retreated to the bedroom, and while I lay on the bed with Mom kneeling over my face, Andrea ate my pussy while getting fucked from behind by Amy with the strap-on vibrating dildo. I licked Mom as she squirmed above me, appreciating my oral talents and begging me to let her cum. I however, wanted to keep her on the edge of orgasm, so whenever her panting got too ragged, letting me know she was close, I would back off, going from licking her pussy, to exploring her tender folds gently, ignoring her throbbing clit.

Andrea, meanwhile had her mouth firmly attached to my pussy, and as Amy fucked her, thrusting the dildo deep within her cunt, Andrea's face was pushed into my snatch. Her repetitive moans only served to heighten me, as the sound went into my aching love button. Each moan produced such vibrations that I came several times from her voice alone. Coupled with the pressure of her lips jolting me with every one of Amy's thrusts, and I was in heaven.

I returned my attention to Mom's pussy, knowing that the mounting tension would make her climax all the more powerful. I teased her for a few more minutes, keeping her on the edge of orgasm, until Amy's panting told me that she was close, and Andrea's frequent moans said she was the same. As another climax built within my groin, I drove my tongue deep within my mother's snatch, my fingers seeking her pleasure button.

The stroking on her clit was soon too much, and she exploded in orgasm, cumming powerfully for having waited for it for so long. The whole bed shook as she trembled, and Andrea was bounced as she lay half on and half off the bed. Amy's hands settled on her hips and thrust the vibrating shaft deep within her cunt as the spasms of her climax overtook her. That triggered Andrea's pleasure, and she came hard as well, moaning continuously, which finally set off yet another orgasm within me.

Soaked with sweat and smelling sweetly of pussy, we all returned to the Jacuzzi. After a few moments of soaking, our hands were busy once more beneath the swirling waves.

After a few weeks of business, I noticed Andrea was even more withdrawn than usual, and I figured I knew what was on her mind. At school, I would greet her in the halls, and she often had a flushed, after-sex kind of look that told me she had been masturbating in the girls' room. I could easily guess what she had been thinking about. This fantasy was consuming her, and, determined to help, I would occasionally go home with her under the pretense of tutoring, but in reality, giving her a chance to openly discuss her fantasies. She had constructed several more, although she still liked to retell her shower scenario, often narrating while I ate her out.

Neither of us felt badly about excluding Mom or Amy from these sessions, since we both sensed the growing closeness the two were developing, often speaking to each other in secretive, hushed tones while we were around. We both suspected that their relationship was fast becoming more exclusive, and although Andrea and I didn't feel the same way about each other, we both took the opportunities they spent in solitude to talk about Andrea's desire to have sex with Kandi, and the various ways we could pull it off. Neither of us confronted Mom or Am about their increasingly exclusive activity, although we both harbored fears that they would soon cut us out of their lovemaking altogether. As it turns out, we were both very wrong in our assumptions.

When Amy and my mother called me into their bedroom one evening that Andrea wasn't over and told me that they had something important to discuss, I feared the worst. I figured that they were going to tell me that they cared for each other so much that they were going to stop our communal lovemaking. Instead, they wanted quite the opposite. All this time, including the secret conversations and the private meeting in the bedroom, had been them plotting out how they could seduce and include Barb, Andrea and Kandi's mother, in our little circle. I was astonished. They had been intending to bring her in since David, Barb's husband had run off with his secretary, abandoning his family, and wanted to wait until they had some definite plans before telling me. Also, they didn't want to tell Andrea, but wanted it to be a special gift, and since I was "tutoring" Andrea, they didn't want me to slip up and mention something. Now that they had the beginning of a plan, they wanted to tell me. Thanksgiving was approaching, and they were planning to invite Barb over, since she didn't have any family nearby, and that night they would seduce her, and then bring Andrea in, once her mom was fully committed to our lesbian circle.

I didn't quite share with them the truth of my tutoring sessions, since I wasn't sure that Andrea would want her secret fantasies to be known, and I respected her privacy, but I did convince Mom and Amy that letting Andrea in on the plan would be a good idea. In the end, which wound up being wise, both so that Andrea wouldn't inadvertently spoil the plan, but also because she knew so much more about her mom than we did, how she'd react when we started to enact our plan.

The time leading up to Thanksgiving was busy, between planning out how we would seduce Barb, getting everything we would need, and all the regular business of November. I was nearly overwhelmed, and barely had any time to myself. Even the sex we had in that time was rushed, our needs urgent, put off for hours while we talked and planned. There was a quickness, a rush to get off, and then either fall into sleep for the next day, or return to our discussions (which were sometimes interrupted when our lusts overwhelmed us).

On one such occasion, I found myself donning the strap-on, with one buzzing nub inserted into my pussy and the other buried in Amy's cunt as she lay on her back, Andrea straddling her face. As I was kneeling, Mom stood in front of me, pulling her lips apart so I could have better access to her snatch. I focused on stimulating her clit, circling it with my tongue and sucking it occasionally. I drove my hips forward, plunging the vibrating end of the dildo into Amy's box, while one hand played with her love bud. The other circled up to play with my mom's, while my tongue slid back behind her cunt, teasing her ass. Mom realized what I intended to do, and she turned to face away from me, bending over and leaning her hands on Andrea, one hand cupping her tits.

Mom's ass faced me squarely now, and I licked her backdoor, my hand returning to play with the sensitive nub of her clit. I probed her rectum, swirling around the delicate rosebud opening until she relaxed enough for me to wriggle my tongue inside. There, I brought Mom to new heights of pleasure, while still keeping a stroking rhythm on her pussy.

Amy continued to lick Andrea's snatch as I slid the vibrator in and out of her moist hole. The buzzing inside her, combined with the pressure of my fingers rolling around her clitoris soon brought her to orgasm, and her groans were muffled by the delicate pussy over her mouth. Andrea needed to get off just as badly, and Amy swiftly continued to lick her best friend until she too climaxed.

With my oral attention on her ass, Mom was the next to cum, her knees weakening, but her desire holding her butt firmly in my face until her pleasure subsided.

"Thank you, baby." She said, "That was awesome. Now I guess you want some tender loving, since you haven't cum yet."

Amy pulled the dildo out of her snatch and helped me unfasten it. Andrea circled behind me and reached around, playing with my breasts, her deft fingers tweaking my erect nipples. Amy slid beneath me to lick me, going straight for my ass hole, knowing the sensations would drive me wild. I sighed with pleasure. 

Mom disappeared for a minute, but I paid it little attention, focusing on the sensations flowing from my nipples to my cunt, and from there to my anus, where Amy's busy tongue was rimming me, waiting for me to open up to her intrusions.

I sighed again and willed my butt to relax, and soon, Amy's tongue darted inside my dark rosebud, wriggling like a warm, wet finger inside my back entrance.

Mom had returned with the double-ended dildo, and she inserted one end inside her own dripping snatch, and the other in Amy's available pussy. Then she leaned over her youngest daughter to lick my cunt, her focus on my throbbing clit. I reached around behind me, grabbing at Andrea as she fondled my breasts, seeking the vee of her pubic hair and following it to her waiting box. I began rubbing her entrance, circling her clitoris, masturbating her towards another orgasm.

The rubber dildo, folded as it was, exposed Amy and my mom's needy love buds, and they ground together, mutually stimulating themselves as their cunts and breasts rubbed together, Amy's mouth busy on my ass and Mom's on my pussy. It wasn't long before the pleasure began to build, screaming towards a crescendo that left me dizzy and shaking. I still had the presence of mind to finish masturbating Andrea, and she ground against my hands, pressing her pert tits into my back as she too climaxed. Our obvious pleasure, and the overwhelming smell of our pussy juice triggered the orgasm Amy and my Mom were hurtling towards.

We all collapsed on the floor, Mom rolling off of Amy, and panted, waiting to catch our breath. Soon, though, we rinsed off in the Jacuzzi and dressed for bed. It was another late night of planning, and we were all sleepy, now that our needs had been met. We all drifted off to sleep in Mom's oversized bed, dreaming of the coming night when we would introduce Barb to the forbidden pleasures of incest. Even Andrea slept though the night, forgetting for a few hours her overwhelming desire to have her sister naked in her arms.

The week before Thanksgiving was tense, the hush of anticipation making the hours seem longer than they were, as we all awaited the fateful night we had been so busy organizing. Barb was coming over Sunday night for dinner, the night we would hopefully seduce her. Kandi as going to her Dad's house, and despite the fact that barb despised David, her ex, she wasn't about to let her own feelings prevent her daughter from trying to have a relationship with her father. Secretly, though, she worried that David would disappoint her once again, as he had when he had so abruptly walked out on them, leaving the three women in the house shocked and devastated.

Sunday morning found us all nervous and jittery. We spent the day cleaning, removing any trace of our lesbian activities from the house. As noon rolled around, the energy of the waiting was unbearable, and I had to go for a walk. I couldn't just sit at home, waiting. As I started out the front door, I heard Andrea call out to me, asking me to wait for her.

"I can't take it anymore either." She said by way of explanation, "I just need to do something, anything to make the time go by."

Our walk through the neighborhood inevitably took us to her home, and we wound up sitting in her room, as we had many times throughout the fall for our "tutoring" sessions. Kandi was out, getting something by way of a gift for her father, and Barb was in the den, watching some TV and trying not to think about David.

As we sat in Andrea's room, she began to tell me of her newest fantasy involving her sister. I already sat there, skirt hiked up and showing my pussy, my nipples hard and straining against my shirt. Andrea's pants were around her ankles, and she masturbated openly as she began her narration.

"I'm home early from school, Mom and Kandi are both supposed to be still out, so I'm in the living room, watching a porno, one of my favorites. It's called Forbidden Fantasy and it's about sisters who have sex. There's barely any seduction in it, just one girl walking in on another girl and them doing it, but it features real life sisters, some of them twins, and they call each other 'sis' and stuff like that, so it's pretty hot.

"I'm just watching it at first, barely touching myself, but the one scene where the girl crawls into her sister's bed during a power outage, things get very hot, so I loosen my clothes and start to masturbate. All of a sudden, I hear the front door close, and I barely have time to adjust my clothing and stop the movie before Kandi walks in. I pretend to be absently flipping channels. She asks what I'm watching and I tell her I'm just surfing.

"She says she heard moaning and asks, with a sly look on her face, if there was anything interesting. I tell her it's just one of those shampoo commercials and start flipping backwards through the channels, pretending I'm trying to find it. She says never mind, and when I keep flipping through the channels, she tries to take the remote from me. A brief wrestling match follows, and I wind up on the floor. Kandi takes the remote and flips through the channels on her own.

"I'm a little pissed off because she isn't doing anything different, and because I was interrupted before I could take care of myself, so I sit back on the couch in a huff, even though the proximity to my sister has me really turned on. Especially when we were wrestling over the remote and our boobs squished together. I still tingled from the sensation of her nipples pressing into me.

"Finally, Kandi gets bored of the shows, and walks over to the movie cabinet, thinking to put one on. When she ejects the movie I was watching, she pauses to read the title. She glances over her shoulder at me, before slipping the movie back in. The machine betrays me by automatically playing, picking up where it left off, two girls naked on a bed in candlelight, eating each other out.

"Kandi looks at me slyly, as if to ask whether this was a shampoo commercial, and I know by the fact that I'm blushing that she knows what I was doing. Still, I'm surprised when she sits down on the couch next to me and watches. I'm nervous, because pretty soon, the girls start telling each other how nasty it is to be doing their sister, when Kandi surprises me again by taking off her shirt and unbuttoning her pants. She winks at me before reaching down inside her jeans and rubbing her mound.

"I stare at her with open-mouthed shock at her brazenness, and then she goes one further, dropping her pants to the floor, and showing me her trimmed bush and glistening opening. I'm tempted to lean forward and lick her, but don't know if that's going too far. Instead, I strip down to show her m body, and she watches, admiringly. I sit back down on the couch, facing her with my legs spread, letting her watch as I slide a finger into my gash."

By this point in the story, Andrea and I both had our fingers in our cunts and masturbated, aroused by the fantasy and the sight of each other touching ourselves, knowing that her Mom was just downstairs, completely oblivious. Andrea continued as we both rubbed our wet snatches.

"I can see Kandi's wet folds, and smell her musk, and I watch as she begins to masturbate, the sight more erotic than anything I've ever seen before. Then, as the sisters onscreen begin to talk dirty to each other, Kandi takes the initiative and leans into my slit, tongue darting inside my channel as I spread myself for her. I can't believe it's actually happening, so before the opportunity vanishes, I slide my own face up to her muff, appreciating the scent as I dive in.

"The girls in the movie we're busy ignoring are crying out for each other, encouraging their sister to go deeper, harder faster, and we take their advice, eating each other like it's the first and last time we'll ever have the chance. Both of us are so aroused that nothing will tear us apart now as we consummate our Sapphic love for each other."

By this time, Andrea was nearly lost in the fantasy, and I could tell she was close to her own climax.

"The feelings she is stirring up in me are equal to those I cause in her, and soon, we are both shaking, gripping each other's heads and - uhhh - pulling them into our crotches . . . oh . . . riding the waves of pleasure. It's - ah - so beautiful, and . . . Oh, God, I'm cumming." As her story hit her climax, so too did Andrea's stimulation, and her real-life orgasm mimicked her narration. Even then, her smell, her tone, the words she used pushed me over the edge and I joined her in the swirl of ecstasy as we both came, panting with the pleasure.

As we finished trembling from the orgasm, we came together, kissing, touching, tasting each other's fingers, and holding on to her fantasy. Soon, though, the pressures of the immediate returned to us, and we cleaned up, re-dressed and went back to my house.

We returned to find that we weren't the only ones trying to kill the time. As we walked into the kitchen, we found Mom bent over the table, stripped from the waist down, and Amy kneeling behind her, eating her pussy. Never ones to miss out on the opportunity, Andrea and I were swiftly out of our clothes once more and back in the action. Andrea slid underneath Amy's kneeling legs, her face lined up with my sister's snatch. Mom indicated to me to lie down across the kitchen table, exposing myself for her tongue to explore. I quickly complied, eager to let my Mom eat my wet cunt. As soon as I spread my legs, my mother buried her face in my crotch, her tongue immediately seeking my clit, coaxing it from the folds of my pussy to stand, rigid and awaiting her oral ministrations. I ran my fingers through her hair, encouraging her to get on with it. Mom took the hint and sucked my little pearl into her mouth, enveloping my love bud with the warmth and wetness of her lips. Her fingers sought my entrance and slipped into my canal, while her thumb wormed its way around my ass, seeking my dark rosebud. She circled the rim of my hole for a few seconds before the moisture seeping from my cunt gave her enough lube to slide the digit inside my backdoor.

Oh, the sensations she flooded my body with. One of my hands slipped out of her hair and caressed its way up my body to my heaving breasts, teasing the erect nipples and gently fondling the soft flesh. I moaned, and Mom took that as a sign of my approval. She continued, while Amy buried her face in Mom's snatch.

Although I couldn't see her from my position on the table, I imagined Andrea, prostrate on the floor, eating Amy's cunt and fingering her own pussy, seeking the release of orgasm. I could hear Amy sighing her pleasure into Mom's wet folds, wanting to get off as much as get Mom off. Mom let the feelings wash over her as she kept the stimuli on my pussy and ass. Combined with my hands roving over my breasts, it wasn't long before the building sensations, tingling in my groin began to spread, enveloping me in the sweet caress of orgasm.

Soon, Amy too was cumming, and she sucked desperately on Mom's clit, sending her over the edge moments later. We turned our attentions to Andrea, lying on the floor and wanting to cum once more. With six hands caressing her erogenous zones, and three tongues seeking her tender parts, Amy and I sucking her breasts and Mom on her cunt, Andrea was at our mercy, begging release. We licked and sucked, kissed and caressed, stimulating her until finally, she clenched up, spasming with her climax until she lay exhausted on the floor.

By now, it was getting close to the time when Barb would arrive, so we adjourned to the Jacuzzi for a quick soak before separating to get dressed and ready to enact our evening plans. Hopefully, it would culminate with the seduction of Andrea's Mom, bringing her into our incestuous games and giving Andrea the gift of loving her Mom in a new and exciting way. Little did we know of the surprise in store for us that evening.




An After School Lesbian Affair Ch. 03



Once dressed, we returned to the living room, awaiting the arrival of the guest of honor. We grew anxious as the time slipped by, and still she did not show up. Barb was seldom late, and so we worried that she had somehow discovered our plans and was not coming.

The ice chilling the wine was nearly all melted before the doorbell rang, dispelling our fears that Barb was going to cancel. As it turns out, Kandi had had some difficulty getting out the door and getting ready to go to her Father's place. David had forgotten to come pick her up, but the phone line was busy, so he was home. Kandi elected to take the bus.

I poured a glass of wine for all of us, and we sat and chatted, Barb talking about the goings on in her house, and Mom doing most of the talking about events in our lives. Eventually, we three younger girls left the living room to set the food out on the table. Throughout the meal, we all had our share of wine, and by the time the meal was finished, Amy and Andrea were giggling quite a bit, so when Mom and Barb volunteered to do the dishes, I escorted them to my room to sober up a bit. Of course, my method of sobering them was quite unconventional, and soon we were naked on the bed, Amy sporting the strap-on dildo and Andrea spread across the blankets.

I made sure the door was locked and music was on, just in case Barb came to investigate. Once I was sure that our lesbian activities would go undiscovered, I squatted down over Andrea's mouth, facing my sister who already had the vibrating penis lubed up, and the first few inches inserted in Andrea's waiting pussy. Amy and I kissed deeply, our hands on each other's tits, while she plunged into Andrea and Andrea in turn licked my tender cunt.

It took only moments for us, already excited by the alcohol, to fall into a sexual frenzy, licking, kissing, and touching any part of either of our lovers that we thought would add to their pleasure. And while we gave for the sake of each other's enjoyment, so we also received.

Andrea's tongue circled my anus, seeking to plunge inside while Amy's fingers licked over my clit. My hands were on Amy's butt cheeks, pulling her deeper into Andrea, and Andrea massaged Amy's breasts while the vibrator buzzed deep within her pussy.

Together, our moans, groans, and the panting of our ragged breath formed a sexual symphony, the climax of which would be our mutual orgasm, which we were building towards. Fortunately, the music playing covered the sounds of our sex, as Andrea slurped my juices, freely flowing down my pussy lips, as Amy's hips slapped against Andrea's thighs, as the vibrators buzzed within Amy and Andrea's cunts. 

Together, we crested the wave of pleasure, cumming at the same time and releasing the feelings we longed for. Amy and I came together in a long kiss, only breaking apart as the sensations subsided. Then we collapsed on the bed, panting to catch our breath. Too soon, though, we felt we had to rejoin the activity downstairs. We snuck, still naked, to the bathroom to wash off quickly before returning to my room and redressing, adjusting makeup and hair to cover our Sapphic activities.

As we crept back downstairs, we overheard our mothers' conversation from the living room. Having finished the dishes, they had poured more wine and sat discussing their family life. Sensing a private conversation, we crouched in the hallway, listening. 

"I'm worried about Andrea," Barb admitted, "after all, she's been so withdrawn lately. She's even suffering in her homework, and has needed a tutor. I'm afraid that David running off has affected her worse than it has affected me."

"And how has it affected you?" Mom asked, leading.

"Oh, you know, barely at all. I lost all interest in him as soon as I suspected the affair. Oh, and believe me, he wasn't much support before that either, and frankly, I don't think it was the first time he'd strayed. Although I can't imagine what attraction he'd hold for others. He certainly was not that great a lover."

"Oh," my mother returned, "then how did you manage?"

"Well, I practically raised the girls without him. I don't know why Kandi even wants to see him, but who am I to prevent her from visiting her father?"

"So how are you doing, emotionally and all that?"

"Well, I'm worried about Andrea. She's become so reclusive lately. She's always in her room, listening to angry rock, or whatever. I can't even ask her what's wrong anymore. You know, she used to tell me everything, now I can barely get a complete sentence out of her."

"Well, I imagine she has a lot on her mind, and I'm sure she'll talk to you when she's ready."

"Yes, but it's not good to hold it all in. Plus, I haven't seen that much of Amy lately, so she isn't even talking with her best friend. But I suppose there's probably someone she's talking to. I guess I just wish I knew who it was, so I'd know she was getting good advice."

"That would be me, Barb." I said, stepping into the room. "You probably know I've been tutoring Andrea, but there's more that goes on than just homework." I thought I'd save telling her what exactly for another time.

"Girls!" Mom exclaimed, "How long have you been listening?"

"Long enough to realize how much Mom cares about me." Andrea replied, going to sit on the couch next to her mother. She took Barb's hands and looked in her eye. "Mom, I'm glad that you're concerned. I know it just shows how important I am to you. I'm okay, really. I just have a lot on my mind. But thanks for worrying; I know it's what moms do. I love you."

With that she kissed her mom, a quick peck on the lips. But somehow, maybe it was the wine, or maybe just the invisible hopes we all had for the evening, but Barb reacted by kissing Andrea full on the lips. When they broke apart, Andrea was smiling at her mom, but Barb realized what she had done and that she had an audience.

"Oh god, I don't know what came over me. I'm sorry, Andrea, I didn't mean to . . . "

Andrea just smiled at her, "Oh, I think you did mean to kiss me, otherwise, you wouldn't have. It's okay. It felt really nice." And Andrea leaned in to kiss her mother again, slipping in her tongue.

After a moment, Barb pushed away, "We really shouldn't. I mean...I'm your mother and all."

Mom spoke up, "Don't worry about it. I kiss my daughters all the time." With that, she kissed Amy, and the two began to make out heavily. Barb's jaw dropped, but when Andrea pulled her close again, she willingly complied.

I sat there on the couch, taking in the spectacle of two mothers kissing their daughters in a suggestive way. Barb began playing with Andrea's breasts, and Mom gently lifted Amy's shirt over her head. I slid onto the couch by Barb, cupping her tits from behind. Amy had her hands down the front of Mom's skirt, and it was heating up quickly in the living room.

Just then the doorbell rang. Quickly, we all rearranged our clothing, Amy gathering her shirt from the floor and slipping it on while I went to the door. There stood Kandi, looking cold and miserable, holding a gift-wrapped box, and with mascara running down her cheeks as she cried. I quickly ushered her inside as we gathered around to hear what was wrong, although we already suspected the source of her distress.

Mom wrapped a blanket around Kandi as she began her story. Apparently, Kandi had missed her bus because halfway to the stop, she realized that she had forgotten her present for her dad. Although she had run home and run back to the stop, she saw the bus pulling away a block before she got there. She had tried flagging it down as she chased it down the street, breaking one of her heels in the process, but to no avail. Finally, she had to resign to waiting for the next one, an hour later. In the meanwhile, she began walking.

"When I finally got to Dad's place, the lights were out, and nobody answered the door. I walked around the house to see if he was somewhere outside, I called the phone several times; I banged in the door and the windows. Nothing. He wasn't there. Finally, I called that secretary girlfriend of his, and she told me the truth."

"Oh no." Barb said quietly, and we all knew something bad was coming.

"Yeah, apparently, he had been cheating on her with another girl from work, and was planning on taking her away on a holiday. He booked the week off. By the time I got to his house, he was already on the plane.

"I guess when we called and the line was busy, his secretary had been calling him, and they had a huge fight on the phone. She had no idea where he was, except that he flew there, and had no way to reach him. So there I was, standing on Dad's doorstep with him gone. I can't believe he completely forgot about me to go on a trip with his girlfriend of the week! What a bastard."

We all sympathized, having already known this, but not wanting to rub it in, we all tried to comfort her. She broke down sobbing, and Barb and Andrea wrapped arms around her protectively. After a few moments, Kandi regained her composure and kept telling her story. She hadn't brought enough change to ride the bus back, having expected David to bring her home. She had tried calling a cab, but her cell phone died, so she had to walk.

"Well, you must be starving then." Mom said, "You missed supper, but I can still warm some up for you."

"Yeah, I guess I am. I never really thought about it until now, but I could really use some food."

When Mom got back with the food, Kandi ate ravenously, and Andrea poured her some of the wine, even though it was no longer nicely chilled. The food and drink took her mind off of her terrible evening, and conversation passed to more pleasant things. Kandi was even able to joke a bit, and we relaxed, believing that she would be fine, that she would recover from her father's desertion.

Some time later, after we had all enjoyed some more wine, Mom served dessert, pumpkin pie with whipped topping. When we were finished, feeling full and sleepy, Kandi left to use the bathroom, and I realized that I needed to pee as well. Giving her a respectful head start, I followed her about a minute later. I expected to come up the stairs and see the bathroom door closed, light spilling out from under the frame. Instead, I saw Kandi silhouetted against the doorway of my room. Her shoulders hunched, and it was obvious she was crying.

I came up to her and put one hand on her shoulder. She turned and hugged me close, and I realized that she was a lot more emotional than she had seemed downstairs. I held her close and let her cry for a while. Eventually, when she seemed ready to open up, I led her into my room and sat her down on the bed. I asked if she was okay.

"Well, what do you think?" she smiled through the tears, and I hugged her again.

"Want to talk about it?"

"Yeah, I guess. Get it all off my chest."

"It's more than just your Dad bailing on you isn't it."

She sniffled, "Yeah. Yeah, a lot more. When I was walking home, I went to my boyfriend's house. David doesn't live that far from Dan, my boyfriend. So I figured that he could drive me home, even if he was busy. See, the reason I was going to my D. . . David's house was Dan told me he couldn't have me over because his family was doing a big get-together for all their relatives. He said he'd begged his mom to let me come, but it was family only."

"Uh-huh." I said, anticipating something awful had happened.

"Well, when I dot here, the lights in the house were out, which was kind of strange for a family thing, but I could see through the fence that the yard lights were on, so I went through the gate. There was Dan, making love to another girl, and making no secret of it either. I was going to say something like, 'family reunion? Does that make her your cousin?' but she was being really noisy, and he was telling her how good she was, and how much better she was than his 'bitch girlfriend'. I couldn't believe it, especially since I'd given he bastard my virginity, and I had to pretend, for his ego, that it was good. I mean, the guy was terrible, and he was puny. But I faked it so he'd feel okay about his 'abilities'. I can't believe he'd betray me like that!"

"So then what? Did you leave then? He doesn't know you know?"

"No, I didn't want the fucker to see me. I hope he gets AIDS. That'll serve him right."

"Did you know who the girl was?"

"No, I couldn't see her face. But she was skinnier than me, and she must have been prettier. Not like it matters, anyway."

"I don't see how she could have been prettier than you, Kandi." I said, "You're beautiful. Hell, I'm jealous and I'm one of the most popular cheerleaders at school. You should be a model with a face and a figure like that."

"That's really sweet, but I know you're just saying that because I'm feeling so shitty."

"No, really. I think you're beautiful. Really beautiful." Kandi blushed at what I was saying. "Kandi, I've heard boys switch to your school just to be in a class with you."

Kandi didn't quite believe it, but she wanted to.

"Look, you know I tutor your sister right. She says that if she were only half as pretty as you, she'd be happy. She really looks up to you."

"She really said that?"

"Yeah, and I'd be happy with that too."

"But you're gorgeous. How can you be jealous of me? I wish I was as fit as you were."

"Well," I replied, "you could be easily. It wouldn't take much for you to get into shape. Although you are pretty shapely already."

Kandi giggled at that, and I was glad to have restored her good humor. She got up and started looking around. 

"So this is your room. I like it. You tutor Andrea here?"

"Well, sometimes. More at your house."

"Does she have one of these too?" Kandi asked, pointing to the trap on dildo, poking out from under the bed where we had left it earlier. I had totally forgotten about that. Suddenly, I was mortified, blushing, wishing I had never led her into my room. 

"Well, if that's what's happening, you can tutor me anytime." Kandi said.

"W-what?" I stammered.

"You heard me. You can tutor me with that thing any time you want."

My breath caught in my throat. I looked at her directly, and she looked into my eyes and smiled, a genuine smile. And then the corners of her eyes crinkled, and hr smile became devious, alluring.

"How about right now. I could use a lesson right now. That'll pay back Dan, since he was a terrible teacher. He couldn't make a girl cum if his life depended on it. That thing, I bet, in the right hands - yours - could probably do the trick."

"Help you forget the asshole?" I asked.

"You mean Dan? Already forgotten. Just put that thing on," she said, already taking her clothes off. I quickly followed suit, and then slid on the harness, sliding one end of the dildo into my rapidly moistening slit. I watched Kandi peel off her clothes, excited to see her naked flesh. Her breasts bared themselves as she removed her shirt and bra, and I marveled at their creamy texture, their fullness, the erect nipples jutting out from the rosy aureoles. They were so beautiful, I couldn't help but touch, running my fingers lightly down the front to cup them from beneath. Before I even registered the thought, I had bent down and sucked one of her nipples into my mouth, my hand busy with its twin. My attention was so caught in her shapely tits, I barely registered the sound of her unzipping her pants until she had to bend down to remove them, releasing her nipple from my hungry mouth. 

I returned to he role of observer as Kandi slipped out of her panties, making a show of it, swinging her hips enticingly. I dropped to my knees, the weight of the dildo jiggling the end inside me. Kandi swaggered over to me, sultry, erotic, aroused beyond belief. I could clearly see the moisture clinging to her delicate folds, coating her pubes pressed against her body. She stood right in front of me, pussy at my eye level and waiting to be licked. She was a goddess and my tongue was her worshipper. I bowed before her and tasted her nectar. Oh sweet communion.

I licked at Kandi hungrily, eager for her pleasure, tasting, exploring, and feeding her needs. I circled her clit, licked the length of her snatch, dipped my tongue in her channel, and circled back up to her clit again, where I lapped her juices, devouring her. Kandi stood there, head thrown back and panting, her knees resting against my shoulders as she held my head in her cunt.

Soon, her trembling became too much, and she could no longer stand, so I guided her down to the beds where she lay, legs over the edge and knees far apart, giving me all the access I needed to her tasty pussy. I dove back in, eating her like I knew she desperately needed. Like I needed to give her, as if my own life depended on it.

Kandi was moaning and crying out, "Oh, god," over and over, her hands entwined in my hair and desperately urging me deeper into her sex. I licked for all I was worth, knowing that Kandi had never gotten off like this before and knowing, too, that if she did, she'd always come back for more. I was willing to give her more, needing to give her more, so I ate her pussy with equal desperation as she gripped my head, pulling my mouth towards her.

"Oh god, I think I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna cum. Oh baby, yes. Yes!" As Kandi cried out, her hips bucked on the bed. Her legs thrashed around as her orgasm built, and when she exploded, she really came hard. So hard, in fact, that her pussy contracted weirdly, opened up further, like a flower opening to the sun, and then all of a sudden, she squirted.

She had come upstairs to pee, and had been forestalled for more urgent needs, but now, all of her juices sprayed out, drenching me, and wetting the bed. I watched, fascinated, as she drained herself, spraying everywhere as her hips spasmed with the pleasure.

"Oh, god. I'm so sorry..." Kandi stared to apologize, embarrassed at the action, but I quickly interrupted.

"That was awesome. It was amazing. I've never seen anything like that."

"It was? You're not angry?"

"No," I replied honestly, "that was the most amazing orgasm I've ever seen. How did you do that?"

"I don't know. I've never done that before. I was so mortified when I felt it start, but I just couldn't stop."

"Well," I told her, "I thought it was beautiful. Just like you're beautiful."

"It's called female ejaculation." A voice coming from the doorway explained, "and it's something most women can do with practice."

Barb stepped into view. Kandi's mouth dropped open, "Mom! What are you doing here? You're supposed to be downstairs!"

"Yes, but neither of you came back from the washroom, so I figured something had happened, and came to check on you. I heard noises from this room, and when I looked in and saw what was happening, I just had to stay and watch."

"Mom! I can't believe you would do that."

"Why not?"

"Because . . . Because it was - because I'm your daughter, that's why."

"It's never stopped me from watching you masturbating before."

"You watched that!" Kandi had been outraged, but now, she seemed . . . intrigued?

"Almost every night. At least, until the first time you would cum. Usually then I'd have to go to my own room and play with myself."

I looked at Kandi, thinking. She must have masturbated every night, several times, from the sound of it.

"Why are you telling me this?"

"Well, I'm just pleased that you finally learned to squirt. You see, I'm a squirter too. I do it almost every time I cum. I wondered when you would finally discover how."

"Wait," I interjected, "does that mean it's a genetic thing? Like mother, like daughter?"

"Well, most women can do it with practice, but it comes easier in some families than others." Barb explained.

"Oh. Well then how come Andrea doesn't do it?"

"I'm sure it's only a matter of time." She was smiling at me curiously, and it took me a moment to figure out why. Then it hit me: I had just told her inadvertently that I have watched Andrea orgasming, and considering that I was still covered in Kandi's juices, and naked except for the strap-on dildo, it wasn't hard to guess under what circumstances. She was bound to think I had seduced her youngest daughter.