12 comments/ 139215 views/ 13 favorites Drew's Wild Weekend By: Pelios Note: I hope most of you read "Drew's First Time," as this is a continuation of that story. Drew, as I stated there is a fictitious name for one of my fans that has told me a couple of stories about her love life, and they were such good stories, I worked with her to write them. Names and some small things have been fictionalized, but for the most part, this is her true story with as many of the details being totally factual, at least all the details and feelings that I could get her to tell me. I hope you enjoy it. Pelios * The week after I had made love to Marcie, and had done some serious necking with her Mother, Katey, was a strange week that I remember all too well. I was constantly up and down to extremes, so much so that it must be what it is like to be bi-polar. Sometimes I would feel extreme guilt at my behavior and shame that I was at least bisexual if not lesbian. At such moments I would fear my coming weekend with Katey so much that I would consider making up an excuse and canceling. Then at the other extreme, I would get so excited at the prospects of my coming weekend with Mrs. Stengal, that I looked forward to it like I had looked forward to Christmas when I was a child. I even spent some time that week studying my pussy. I used a magnifying hand mirror and would feel around my clit area trying to find a good place to masturbate. I would do this right before a shower then try out my findings in the shower. What I discovered was that my clit's little head which just barely peeked out of its hood, and only during full sexual arousal, was too sensitive to manipulate directly, at least with something as rough as my fingertip. I finally found that wobbling the hood, or circling it worked best and for the first time in my life I was starting to bring myself to orgasm using my fingers instead of fucking a pillow - which was my tried and true old way of taking care of business. Also that week, I had begun to look at other girls a little differently, and although I hate to put it this way, I was looking at them as sexual beings instead of competitors for boys. Lots of girls skip showers at school, but many take them regularly and I became one of those that week, so that I could get glimpses of naked girls, comparing, and I don't like admitting it, admiring their bodies. I don't think I saw any that I didn't like, developing an appreciation for plump and skinny and all ranges in between. A small percentage of girls even shaved their nether regions entirely, and I found that pretty fascinating, too. I had to work hard not to stare. Friday afternoon came around at last, and I decided I was going to wear my nicest, sexiest dress over to see Mrs. Stengal because she always dressed up when I came over. Of course, I didn't actually have a sexy dress, as I wasn't allowed to attend the sorts of functions where one would wear them, so I had to wear one of my church dresses. Still, it wasn't too bad - a white long sleeve, high collared blouse with lace and ruffles and a red and black plaid skirt that was nearly getting tight and was right at knee length. My mother gave me the fish eye about it, even after I explained that it was sort of joke because of the way Mrs. Stengal always dressed formally. On an interesting note on synchronicity, that week in English class we had covered Robert Burn's poem about the mouse - the one that ends in "The best laid schemes o' mice an' men gang aft agley, An' lea'e us nought but grief an' pain, For promis'd joy!" So there I was on Mrs. Stengal's porch with my finger on the doorbell and my overnight bag in hand, when things went seriously agley. I, apparently, am the mouse. Mrs. Stengal answered the door, elegantly attired in a snug and luscious form-fitting black evening dress, and somewhere beyond her, I hear Marcie's voice in the background yelling, "Mom, is it okay if I call Drew and invite her over?" Mrs. Stengal winced slightly and said, "Her father cancelled at the last minute - claimed he had the flu. I'm sure she has a perfect figure. Sorry, dear, I didn't even have time to call." Then over her shoulder she called, "That's not necessary, dear, Drew is already here." So as Mrs. Stengal ushered me in the hallway, up bounces Marcie and gives my dress and overnight bag a puzzled look. Mrs. Stengal added, "My doesn't Drew look lovely in her dress!" As I shut the door behind me and we all three advanced into the living room, Marcie, as direct as usual inquired, "Drew I am glad to see you, but what are you doing here? Did you just escape from church or something?" Marcie was dressed in a tee-shirt with horizontal red and white stripes, white shorts so brief that it was a wonder she wasn't leaking pubic hair, and white deck sneakers with no socks. She looked like she had been yachting or something nautical. I didn't want to lie to Marcie, and frankly the elegant and graceful Mrs. Stengal had already prepared a fairly truthful evasion, "As a matter of fact, Marcie, she was to be my guest this weekend. Last weekend we had a long nice talk and we were planning to have some more discussions and maybe even go out to dinner." Then she added with a cocked eyebrow, "Are you the only one around here who is allowed any friends?" She winked at me as Marcie faked looking rebuked. This was a mess, and I didn't know what to do. I had always enjoyed coming over here, and had always felt more at home than in my own home, but at the moment, I felt like running screaming out of the door. Instead, I sat down my bag and said, "I'm glad to be here. Maybe you and I should talk first, Mrs. Stengal." I turned to Marcie, "I hope you don't mind, Marcie. I'll get with you in just a little while." "Certainly, Drew, just follow me into my bedroom and we'll have a little chat." She turned to Marcie, "Why don't you go set the table, dear. I'll be out in a few minutes to put something together for dinner." Marcie nodded and Mrs. Stengal led me into her bedroom and shut the door behind me. She gathered me in her arms and gave me a hug then a quick kiss on the lips. "I'm so sorry, Drew. You can't imagine how much I looked forward to our time together this weekend." She drew away a little and gave me an up and down examination. "Wow, you look so hot in that dress, and what that blouse does for your breasts!" "Yeah well," I sighed, "I've just got to get these pantyhose off. It wasn't so bad outside in fall weather, but inside, it will make me sweat. My mother insisted I wear them with a dress." "Oh, let me!" Katey cried, promptly kneeling at my feet and sliding her hands up the outside of my legs. I noticed she was wearing a ponytail tonight and a diamond necklace, a really expensive diamond necklace, and I was a bit stunned at her kneeling in front of me. She glanced up at me, "Please just hold up the hem of your dress, dear, so I can watch what I'm doing?" I felt brazen, embarrassed, horrified and titillated. Not so much in that order but in a continuous roller coaster of a loop as I blushed but obeyed, raising my hem up to my breasts and exposing myself from the navel down. Slowly she peeled my pantyhose down, taking care not to pull my panties down with them, and slowly pulled them down to my ankles, removed my shoes one at a time and slipped the hose off my feet. Then while I looked down her cleavage she leaned forward and gave me a warm kiss on my panties where they covered the right side of my hip. She stood, a little pink in the face herself, and kissed me deeply. That was the first time I had noticed what a long tongue she had. After quite a long kiss, she stepped back and said quietly, "I'm going to go scrape something together for dinner, but first, have you decided what your major will be in college?" I was still trying to catch my breath but I ventured, "Um, no." "Well," she said with a raised eyebrow, "I am thinking about returning to college to get my masters or maybe pursue another degree. There, we have talked about colleges, our futures, and possible majors. That will give you something to explain to Marcie, who I am sure will have questions." She handed me my pantyhose and led me out the door and over to the dining area, where Marcie was pouring glasses of water. "That will do, Marcie. Thanks for the help. I'm going to try and throw us something together, so take Drew upstairs and play while I fix dinner. I'll call when it's ready." Marcie gave me a big grin and led me up the stairs to her room after I grabbed my bag and slipped the pantyhose inside. Once inside Marcie's room, the smile fell off her face. "Drew are you upset with me about something?" It was hard not to stare at her tanned shapely legs in those curiously brief shorts. "Of course not! Why do you ask?" I really didn't have a clue. Marcie shrugged and made a gesture with her hands, "I didn't see you all week at lunch, and after last weekend... Well, I thought you might be having second thoughts or mad at me or avoiding me or something." I held back a chuckle and took her hands into mind and said seriously, "Marcie, last weekend was so wonderful that it wouldn't be an understatement to say it changed my life. But on Monday morning, my counselor changed me to an advanced math class, and that caused my lunch to be moved to third lunch. The only thing that upsets me is that you worried about yourself and me all week when a phone call could have straightened everything out. You have heard of the telephone, right?" I sighed, "Besides, I have been a little preoccupied all week. Do you worry about being a lesbian? I have to say I have worried a bit about that. But on the other hand, it didn't keep me from looking the other girls over in gym class." Marcie giggled, "Me too! Did you find it hard not to really stare at the ones with shaved privates? And I have heard of a telephone - at least I think I have, but would you want to call your house and go through your mom, the call screener?" I shrugged, "Ok, but if you don't call you don't get the news. But yeah, I had to tear my eyes off some shaved girls. Personally, I think pubic hair is sexier, but I have to admit that those smooth little camel-toes do draw the eye pretty relentlessly." I grinned back, "Even in class, I found myself trying to get a look up girls dresses a couple of times. I masturbated about twice a day all week. And I was thinking about girls when I did it, too." "Me too!" Marcie giggled again, then stepped close and gave me my second deep and very serious kiss of the evening. Marcie had a long tongue, too - must be an inherited thing. Both Marcie and her mom had tongues that were pointed on the end, where mine was rounded. It was strange to think about that while a pretty blond had her tongue in my mouth, and both hands cupping my bottom. Marcie even had a tad of perfume on - White Shoulders - and it began to fill me with desire as her tongue stroked under mine. She broke the kiss to whisper, "Can I take your panties off?" "What? Why? We're going down to dinner in a few minutes!" I gasped, still breathing hard from the kiss. "I just want to eat dinner knowing that you are naked under your dress. It would turn me on so much!" I shrugged, "Okay, I guess." It's not like I could deny her a thing like that, but it was so d‚j... vu when she lifted my hem, had me hold it, then drew my panties slowly down, giving me a good looking over while she did it. I glanced down and noticed my dark brown fur was flat and neat from being pressed down by panties and pantyhose. Again, I was embarrassed and turned on at the same time. She pulled my flats off, drew my panties over my feet and handed them to me, gave me a quick kiss and thanked me. I tucked them into my overnight bag, where they joined my abandoned pantyhose. "Um, Marcie, can I ask you something rather delicate?" Standing now and with both hands again cupping my bottom, Marcie nodded, looking me cheerfully in the eyes. "Yes, I masturbate thinking about you sometimes." I wrinkled my nose at her, then said more seriously, "Er, what would you say if I told you that I would really love to have sex with your mom?" "Ha!" Marcie cried with a giggle, "I'd say you'd have to wait in line. Who wouldn't want to have sex with Mother - she's a bomb! But it's been five years since her divorce and she hasn't even gone out once, so I wouldn't hold my breath! Don't you think she looks like Jessica Alba?" "I dunno, Marcie, Jessica has brown hair, your mom is blond. Your mom has fairer skin, although she does have a nice tan - how does she do that in November?" "Tanning salon, just like me," answered Marcie with a long-suffering air. "Don't you think you are being a bit nit-picky? They have similar facial structures." "Well your mom has blue eyes and Jessica's are brown, and Jessica's mouth is wider, but they do look similar in age and I guess they have similar dimples when they smile. Your mother looks very young for a woman in her thirties." "She had me when she was fourteen, smarty pants, and she's only thirty-two, and looks maybe twenty-five." Marcie grinned and squeezed my butt. "I'm not a smarty pants, I'm not even wearing any, and I think your mother looks like Marilyn Monroe. And you sure seem fond of squeezing my ass." "She doesn't look like Marilyn Monroe! And I LOVE squeezing your ass!" "Well neither one of them is Chinese!" I let Marcie giggle and squeeze my bottom some more, and I said, "Seriously, Marcie, I want to have sex with your mom. How would you feel about it if I did?" She looked at me still smiling but realizing I was serious she stopped smiling to thoughtfully frown, "I wouldn't mind and I would love to watch. To tell you the truth, I know it's incestuous and all that, but if Mom would let me, I'd have sex with her too. She is the prettiest, sexiest woman I've ever seen. But the real question is, would you still want to have sex with shabby little me after you had sex with a bomb like Mom?" "Oh yes, Marcie. I love having sex with you!" I said and kissed her as seriously as she had kissed me, and this time I let my hands drift down to her bottom and pulled our hips together. After kissing her a minute, I whispered, "Do you think we're lesbians or just bisexual?" "I think I would still enjoy getting a good fucking from a boy, if I could find one who could give me a good fucking." She kissed my neck, then whispered, "but even a good fucking doesn't turn me on as much as the idea of having sex with you. In fact the only thing that turns me on close to that much would be maybe having sex with my Mom." She resumed our kissing without asking me how I felt and we were still kissing and getting to the panting stage when we heard her mom calling us to dinner. "Would you let me give your pussy a quick kiss?" asked Marcie with a mischievous grin. "I guess so, but really quick." I can't believe I agreed to that, but Marcie quickly knelt, raised my dress, and nuzzled my bush for a second then gave me a warm kiss low in my pubic hair, just at the top of my slit. It felt so nice that I would have spread my legs for her, but she got up, gave me another naughty grin and we headed for the door. "Tasty!" she whispered as we walked down the stairs, hand in hand. I just blushed. I don't recall what we had for dinner, but it was simple but good. Soup and a sandwich, I think, and her mother was pouring a liqueur for all three of us when the phone rang. Marcie rose to get it and came back a minute later with a portable phone. Handing it to me, she mouthed, "Your mom." "Yes Mother, I'm fine and got here all right. I love you too, bye." I handed the phone back to Marcie. Mrs. Stengal and Marcie both looked at my sympathetically. Marcie sat down the phone on the table and picked up her glass and took a sip, "She hasn't done that in quite a while." "Yeah," I sighed and took a sip of the liqueur too. It was chocolate covered cherries flavored, and it was delicious. I felt bad about my mother's call and began to tear up a little. "Drew!" said Mrs. Stengal with concern, "Tell us what is the matter?" I sighed and wiped my eyes, feeling a bit silly. "I know my folks aren't evil people, but I get so tired, so, so tired of the suspicion and tenseness over there. My older brother, my older sister, so many secrets, keeping secrets so that my parents won't find out and condemn us." I shrugged, "I guess what is upsetting me is how much I love it here, being with you two, and now the secrets are starting here. I'm just not sure I can take it here, you know?" My eyes were tearing up again, and I fought valiantly to hold them back. Marcie immediately turned to her mom; "I had sex with Drew last weekend. It was wonderful, and I plan to have sex with her again this weekend. Does that help, Drew?" "I know, dear," Mrs. Stengal flipped her hands in a helpless gesture, "I want to have sex with Drew, too. In fact, we were going to get pretty wild this weekend, ourselves." She put her hand on mine, and added, "There you go, Drew. No secrets in this house, and never again!" Well that stopped the tear factory, and I felt overwhelmed with love for both of them. I knew how much courage that had taken them both. "Thank you both. I love you both so much!" Mrs. Stengal handed me a Kleenex to blow my nose. "What do you mean, you knew?" asked Marcie of her mom, curious but not upset at all. "Oh, Drew confessed to me about how she'd been taking advantage of you," Mrs. Stengal shrugged casually, "And I told her that was silly, that you couldn't sleep through all that, and to go upstairs and fuck you and then invite you to participate. I just wanted you both to have a good time, dear. Sex is just about the most fun thing to do, at least that was always my opinion." I guess the levy broke, because this was becoming a very sexual and intriguing Alice-in-Wonderland kind of conversation. I was blushing at my role in the talk even though I wasn't saying anything yet. So I decided to contribute. "Katey, Marcie thinks you are so sexy that she has had sexual thoughts about you, herself." "Ha!" retorted Marcie with a vengeful grin, "Drew's not wearing panties right now." Mrs. Stengal gave me a look that was hard to interpret until she said, "Really, Drew?" "Well, I'm only not wearing panties 'cause Marcie took 'em off me." Mrs. Stengal looked at Marcie, "And you've had sexual thoughts about me? My, my - I feel several things about that and at least one of them is flattered." Mrs. Stengal paused, "Maybe from now on, everyone around here ought to call me Katey. Mrs. Stengal doesn't sound all that sexy." "As long as we are telling all," I said, not wanting to overdo it but still wanting to get it all out, "Katey did mention how much she would enjoy watching you and me having sex, Marcie. How would you actually feel about that? I have to admit I would do nearly anything to make Katey happy." Marcie looked thoughtful and paused long enough to try it out in her mind's eye, "Um, that might even be nice, kind of kinky, but nice, if Mom, I mean, Katey, was naked too. Sorry, Katey, but I may be a little kinkier than you knew about me. And seeing you naked would be really hot!" Marcie paused again, and then asked, "Have you ever had any sexual thoughts about me, Mom. Sorry, Katey, I mean? Mom, I'm not too sure I can do this Katey thing; I just keep forgetting." She took a breath, "But you are so sexy! You remind me of Jessica Alba." I offered, "With not quite so wide a mouth, fairer skin, lighter hair and eye color, of course." Marcie gave me a mock glare, "Drew's pubic hair smells really nice." "Really, Drew? Perfume?" asked Katey with a raised eyebrow. "No," I sighed, "but I do use shampoo. I just figured it's hair, so I shampoo it along with my head." "What a delightful idea! I think I'll steal that one from you Drew, if you don't mind." She sighed and looked back at Marcie, "It's a painful thing for a mother to admit, you know, but I'm human. Sure I've had sexual thoughts about you, Marcie. When I look in on you at night, and you are sleeping with just your panties and your tee-shirt, and you've kicked your covers off, I want to kiss your bottom, just like I did when you were a baby. Only when you were a baby, I didn't want to kiss you between the cheeks. Does that count?" Drew's Wild Weekend Marcie colored a little, cleared her throat and said softly, "Why yes, I believe that does count. It counts enough that I don't believe I'll be wearing any panties in bed ever again. And if you get the urge, Mom, um, indulge yourself." She squirmed a little, "Oh yes, that would be a treat for me." "And when I told Drew I would like to watch the two of you have sex, I wasn't just thinking about Drew, you know. And right this moment, I'm thinking about how much I would enjoy - but we can talk about that later. What I am curious about now, Marcie," Katey asked earnestly, "What do you mean you are kinkier than I know about. What are you kinky about?" Marcie started out thoughtful, then grinned sheepishly, "Lots of things I guess. If someone were to suggest an idea I hadn't thought of, I'd be willing to try it. Like a boy who wanted to fuck me offered to lick my ass and pussy if I would let him fuck me. So I let him, and it was really nice. I even got him to stick his tongue in my bottom, and I really liked that, too." "So did you fuck him?" Katey and I asked at nearly the same time. Marcie laughed, "Hell yes! A girl has to keep her word! But I did make him use a rubber." "And what else that's kinky," Katey asked, but only because she beat me to it. Marcie gave her naughty smile and said, "Like, I had a girl tell me once that it made her feel really free to pee on herself, because it is like our earliest taboo. So I tried it and loved it, and she was completely right. Just feeling that warm pee running down your legs is delightful and does make me feel free. Give it a try in the shower sometimes, before you turn on the water." "And this is also a sexual thing, not just a sensual thing?" Asked Katey, clearly curious. "Oh my yes!" beamed Marcie at both of us, "Like it wasn't all that easy to do at first, but if you masturbate with a full bladder and release the pee while you are coming - well - the orgasm is just indescribable!" "I think you're right," agreed Katey, "I ought to try that." "Wow, do you think I could watch?" Marcie's face was nearly pink with excitement. "Ok, dear, I'll get us some beer in the morning and maybe after a couple of beers tomorrow afternoon we could all try that, maybe on the back lawn, then we could rinse afterwards in the hot tub. But for now, what are we going to do about sharing Drew this weekend?" Katey licked her lips and smiled at me, "Perhaps you should take this one, Drew?" "Uh, wow," I tried to gather my thoughts away from the image of the three of us naked and masturbating in the backyard and then peeing on ourselves. "First I think I should spend the night tonight with Katey. We both waited all week for it. Then I can spend tomorrow night with Marcie. But well, that's just sex after bedtime stuff. We still have two free evenings, all day Saturday, and Sunday morning to think of, so, er, kicking it back to you, Katey and Marcie." I was blushing fiercely, but trying so hard to be fair. "That is if my idea is okay with both of you?" "Ah, the Wisdom of Solomon!" put in Katey. "A supreme court judge couldn't have done any better," assured Marcie. "Tell you both what, why don't we make up a lot of that stuff as we go along. Meanwhile, I'll do the dishes if you two would like to adjourn to the living room?" She stood and while gathering her own plate, she grinned and added, "And try to be up to something erotic for me to interrupt when I join you." "Thank you, dear," Katey stood and leaned toward Marcie as if to give her a peck on the lips, only it wasn't. It was a real kiss. I found it both extremely erotic and comical; Marcie holding her plate and silverware while her gorgeous Mom, who honestly looked only a couple of years older, gave her a long and obviously very French kiss. Then Katey stopped kissing Marcie and motioned for me to join her. I walked by Marcie whose mouth was still partly open. She looked a little stunned but definitely pleasantly so. So I kissed her too, and for almost as long, then walked away. "There you go," agreed Katey, leading me by hand to the couch, "You have to be kind and generous to the help." "Yeah," I giggled a little nervously, "I'm already planning to do the breakfast dishes." As we sat I looked at her necklace again, "That is an incredible necklace, how many diamonds does it have in it?" "About twenty-four, as I recall. I took it out of the bank vault today and wore it just for you. I bought it years ago as an investment. A foolish investment, I think, as it hasn't gone up in value as much as I thought it would. But I did get it for a good price." She put her arm around me and kissed me, then whispered, "Would you be patient enough to wait while I put on a nightie? I know it's early for that, but I bought a special one to wear for you today, and I suspect it would give Marcie a thrill, too." "Of course," I whispered back and then settled back to try to get my whirling thoughts to slow down. It seems like so much had happened so fast. And while I had hoped for sex this weekend, I had still been a little hesitant and a little inhibited about it, and now I had agreed to what amounted to a weekend of orgying. Well, I would just let others make the first moves. I was pretty sure I was going to cooperate. Katey came back in wearing a nightie that took my breath away. It was a very light material, red satin, that although it was opaque, it molded perfectly to her body, clearly showing she had removed her bra and that her nipples were erect. It was slit with black trim on the front of her thighs so that panel still hid her groin as she walked, the slits opening for her thighs and right up to mid torso. It was short and barely reached past the base of her groin. She did a slow pirouette for me that revealed slits in the back of the legs that left a panel covering the center of her bottom, but revealing the cheeks as she moved. The slits front and rear clearly showed she was wearing matching red-satin thong panties. "Katey, you in that nightie is the sexiest thing I have ever seen!" and I wasn't lying. Self-consciously, I kicked off my shoes because Katey wasn't wearing any, although she was wearing a very fetching toenail polish - scarlet. It made my toes feel a little drab, and I nearly giggled at the silliness of the thought. "Thank you, Drew, and believe me that dress on you is doing something for me," She licked her lips and sat down gracefully beside me, "And now that I know you aren't wearing panties, that dress is really turning me on. Do you think you might let me smell your pubic hair, like you let Marcie?" So, I stood in front of her and reached for the hem of my skirt. Now one would think I would be getting over being embarrassed about raising my skirt to my breasts for the third time in one evening, but one would be wrong. Even the adoration in her eyes as she held me at arms length, her hands on her hips and her eyes on my pubic area didn't keep me from blushing as she said, "And that is the sexiest thing I've ever seen, sweet Drew!" Her hands on my hips pulled me closer as she leaned forward and nuzzled my dark brown fur, for much longer than Marcie had done. Feeling like a shameless slut, I spread my feet wider and murmured, "Marcie kissed me there, too." "Mmmm," her low moan was a bit muffled by my fur as she began kissing and French kissing my dark furred mound, and her tongue did find the top of my slit and she gave me a very warm and lingering French kiss there. It felt so wonderful that I didn't even lower my skirt when Marcie came into the room. "Now that's what I'm talking about!" exclaimed Marcie in a hushed voice, like she was afraid of making her mom cease her kissing of my groin area. I felt Marcie put her hand on my naked bottom and slide gently down the crack as came close to me and kissed my mouth with a very soft, very wet kiss. Marcie's finger ever so lightly stroked across my asshole just as her mom's long pointed tongue gave me a warm wet lick that touched most of my hood. I moaned my pleasure into Marcie's mouth, and Katey pulled away, releasing my hips and I let my skirt fall. Marcie's finger withdrew from my bottom, and she stopped kissing me. Which left me standing there red faced and panting as Marcie got a wide-eyed look at Katey's incredibly sexy nightie. Katey obligingly stood and modeled it for her while I sat back on the couch, trembling slightly from sexual stress. I crossed my legs and squeezed my thighs together as I also admired Katey's perfect body and shapely tanned legs. "Mom!" Marcie said gesturing with her hands at Katey, "You are so fucking hot!" Katey looked at Marcie's perky bra and then down at her tanned and bare legs - totally revealed by her brief shorts, "You know, you are fucking hot yourself, kiddo!" I looked from one pair of shapely calves and tapered thighs to the other and said, "You are both so fucking hot, and you look like really hot sisters." "Drew says the sweetest things!" said Marcie plopping down beside me, and then she patted on her other side indicating to her mom to sit beside her. "Come on, Mom, I'm separating you two for a minute for a reason." Katey sat down beside her daughter making the act of sitting down almost look like a ballet move. She winked at me and said, "You really do say the sweetest things, Drew, and I will so reward you for it later." "Okay," began Marcie, "Here's the deal and I think it's only fair. You two have stirred me up so much that I just have to have an orgasm. So, give me a really good orgasm - either one of you, or both of you - and I will go upstairs and won't come down until in the morning." "I don't really have any experience to offer at fingering girls, or oral sex, but I'll try if you like," I said, "Or I could pull up my dress and lay on my tummy and you can fuck my bottom. I promise its fun and I do have a little experience fucking girls bottoms, so I know!" Yeah, I admit it. While I love Marcie dearly, I was ready to do anything to be alone with Katey again. But in all fairness, I was pretty sure I would really enjoy her coming on my bottom, too. "Would you enjoy watching me go down on my daughter, Drew?" Katey looked at me then looked at Marcie. She drew so close to Marcie that her lips were touching Marcie as she added in a low voice, "And I am actually very accomplished at eating a young girl's pussy." Then she kissed Marcy, soft and slow while running a hand lightly over Marcie's breasts. I was amazed to see Marcie's nipples responding so drastically that they were visible even through the perky bra she had on under the red and white striped tee-shirt. I tried to answer but my mouth was suddenly too dry, but after a hasty swallow or two, I managed to murmur, "Oh yeah, I would love to watch you do that, Katey. And I would love getting a good look at Marcie's pussy, too. I've been getting real interested at looking at girls' goodies all week." I was babbling. I stopped. Katey quit kissing Marcie, and lifted her tee-shirt to pull it over Marcie's head. I heard Marcie from inside her inverted shirt, "Tomorrow night, the bedroom lights will be on!" I giggled as I admired her bra, it was really a pretty bra, and Katey already had her arms around Marcie unfastening the hooks. As Katey drew the bra out over her arms I got my first really good look at Marcie's breasts. I had only seen them by moonlight, and now I had the advantage of light and color. Marcie's breasts, although smaller than mine were firm, pink nippled, perky cones. They were perfect, beautiful breasts. I actually salivated a little at the thought of taking one of those firm pink nipples between my lips and letting my tongue run over it. Which is exactly what Katey did to the far one, motioning to me with her hand to take the nearer breast. So I did it. I began by giving little kisses all over her breast, then gently molding my lips around her nipple and lightly flicking it with my tongue. Marcie moaned running her fingers through Katey's hair and mine, massaging the back of our skulls. After doing this a couple of minutes, Katey knelt between Marcie's legs and untied her shoes. I stopped kissing and licking Marcie's breast to watch Katey with interest, as was Marcie. Katey was massaging one of Marcie's feet and obviously skillfully judging by Marcie's moan. "Mmmm," Marcie was biting her lower lip, which she released to add, "I never imagined my feet could feel so erotic." "You have beautiful feet, dear," said Katey softly as she gave an open mouthed kiss to Marcie's instep. Then she gave the other foot the same treatment. Marcie looked like she was in ecstasy. Katey's hands moved up to massage, fondle and kiss Marcie's calves and slowly up to her thighs. "You know, I think I could come now," whimpered Marcie. "Please don't, dear! Hold back, we have a ways to go." Katey was kissing and licking Marcie's tanned inner thighs. "I'm trying, to hold back, Mom. But seeing your beautiful face between my legs is almost too much, not too mention your lovely cleavage in that nightie." Katey raised her head and smiled at Marcie, while her fingers began unfastening her white shorts. She unzipped them and said, "Okay Marcie, stand up and face the couch." Marcie did as she was told and Katey drew her shorts down and over her feet. Then Katey pulled down Marcie's panties, which I noted with interest, were pink and lacey - even translucent, almost transparent, in the lacy places. After Marcie stepped out of the panties, Katey said, "Now kneel on the edge of the couch, Marcie, and rest your arms on the back." This left Marcie's bottom thrust toward Katey's face. Katey beckoned me to join her, so I hurriedly got on my knees beside her to watch Katey spread Marcie's bottom with her palms. And what a lovely view it was! Beneath the clean pink pucker of Marcie's asshole, her pussy hung with the lips spread slightly revealing a glistening pink interior surrounded by light brown pubic hair. Katey used her thumbs to spread the crack wider and I could clearly see the jagged hole of Marcie's vagina and the little hooded clit beneath. She had inner lips much like mine, delicate petals that made a lovely frame around the inner flesh. Katey stuck her tongue out and drew it up over the clit and then inserted it into her daughter's vagina. "You're so deliciously wet, darling," crooned Katey, rolling her tongue around inside Marcie. Then surprisingly, she continued licking up over the perineum, the area above the base of the genitals up and over and around Marcie's little pink sphincter. Then she penetrated Marcie's bottom with her pointed wet tongue. Marcie had softly moaned several times during this but as her Mother eased her long tongue deep into her bottom, she cried out, "Oh God, Mom! Fantastic! Oh, Oh, Oh!" Each Oh was punctuating a deep thrust by Katey's tongue and there were several more of them with Marcie's bottom writhing and thrusting back. Then Katey used her thumb and forefinger to gently pinch the little hood and wiggle it up and down like she was jacking off a tiny penis while still thrusting her tongue in and out of Marcie's ass. Marcie began shaking all over and emitted a long, loud wail that ended in a tiny treble cry. As Marcie's wriggling and shaking hips slowed, Katey moved her face back down to Marcie's pussy and thrust her nose in her daughter's vagina then her tongue, licking and slurping at the vaginal fluid of which there was apparently plenty as I saw Katey swallow several times. Then as Marcie collapsed and struggled to sit down on the couch her legs spread around us, her breasts heaving in her search for more oxygen, her pussy spread open and visibly damp, Katey kissed me deeply, exploring my mouth with her long tongue and clearly wishing to share with me the flavors and smells of Marcie's pussy. My head swam with delight at the smell and flavor and the way it filtered from my brain all the way down my body as I eagerly sucked at Katey's tongue. It was such a sexy, erotic and pussy flavored kiss that I felt as if I was about to come myself. Marcie watched us with a lazy and contented grin. As we stopped kissing and I took a good look between Marcie's legs, she said, "That was just so, so..." She shook her head like she was trying to clear it, "I can't even find the words. I love you Mom! I love you, too, Drew!" She leaned around us to begin gathering her clothes, and then stood, walking slowly away. "Good night to both of you," she said already sounding sleepy as she proceeded nakedly up the stairs. We both rose and sat back down on the couch, catching our breath. "That really was fantastic, Katey." I practically panted, "And thanks for sharing! You just seem to do the sexiest things all the time!" She smiled at me, "I could use a nice drink. Would you like to have a gin and tonic? It's really very refreshing with a squeeze of lime." "Sounds great, Katey." I answered as she walked toward the kitchen. I didn't know what a gin and tonic tasted like, but cold and wet appealed at the moment, "Light on the alcohol for me, please." I called after her. I didn't want to dull my perceptions on this of all nights, but a little alcohol might help me to relax a little more. Katey came back and handed me a clear iced drink. Ok, I like gin and tonics! We sat and sipped on our drinks until I suddenly asked on a whim, "Katey do you like eating pussy?" She looked at me with a gleam in her eye and gave me a little smile, "Why yes, I enjoy doing that very much. Are you a little worried about doing it?" I glanced at the cleavage the red nightie revealed and I could see that light sprinkle of freckles across the top of her breasts and this time I didn't conceal my interest. "Just a little." "What did you think of the smell of Marcie's pussy on my mouth?" She leaned close enough to my face that I could again smell pussy flavor around her mouth, but now just gin and tonic from her breath. "Oh, I liked that, in fact I like it very much. I've sure sniffed it off a lot of pillows." The slight pussy smell mixed with Katey's perfume was making my pussy feel a little twitchy in a really nice way. "But I'm a little concerned about if I eat pussy and like it too much, that might make me a lesbian." "Well it wouldn't. I can speak personally of that," Katey sipped her drink and used her free hand to trace over my blouse, specifically my bra. I shivered a little at the pleasure and she continued, "I think all women are bisexual, and the only ones who don't realize it just haven't met the right female. Gays and lesbians are people who distinctly don't like having sex with the opposite sex. I don't think you fit in that category. Marcie doesn't and I sure don't. Now preference is another thing. Lately, I have only found myself drawn to young girls - well, you and Marcie, that is." She leaned over and kissed each of my breasts, then said, "So don't worry about what you'll be, just learn to be who you are. And at this point in your sexual life, you probably find girls less threatening than boys. Does that sound accurate?" She went back to gently stroking my breasts. "Yes, that is about right, I think," I took a sip of my drink, "It's kind of hard to think while you are touching me like that." Since she didn't stop, I took a deep breath and tried to get back to my original question, "So, WHY do you like going down on girls?" Katey stopped touching me, sipped at her drink then set the glass on the coffee table. "There are two aspects to sex, giving and taking. Taking is about pleasure. Giving is about power. Both are great, but you only get the full sexual benefits from mixing the two." "So going down on a girl is about power?" I was not sure what that meant, but it certainly sounded interesting. "Oh yes! It satisfies my curiosity about what she looks like in her most private places, what she smells like, and what she tastes like, even what textures she has for me to enjoy. But even more than that, I am in control of her pleasure, and if it is someone you love or even feel attracted to, giving him or her pleasure is deeply satisfying. Bringing them to orgasm is like playing a musical instrument like a great master. Did you see the way Marcie looked walking out of here? I did that. Me. And I'm proud of it. Tell me about the sex you had with Marcie last weekend?" Drew's Wild Weekend I shrugged, "You know the first part. I went up there and fucked her bottom until I came. Then I asked her if she would like to fuck me, and I even offered to do anything else if she preferred. Then she lay on me and straddled my upper thigh and hip and began to fuck me. I fucked her thigh back and we came pretty close together. It was the best orgasm I ever had. Is that because I was giving and taking?" "Of course, but it doesn't necessarily have to be doing both at once. Doing it by turns is fine, too." Katey smoothly but slowly ran her hand up my dress along my closest thigh. I jumped a little but my thighs spread a little for her automatically - funny about that. Her hand slowly continued to my groin and she began to gently run her fingers through my pubic hair, touching me so intimately but not going down far enough to touch my slit. "Do you like what I'm doing, Drew?" I swallowed the rest of my drink and sat it on the end table, "Yes, very much." "Would you like to do that to me?" Katey asked me through slightly parted lips, "Oh but I guess for you to do it to me, I would need to have my panties off. Would you take my panties off, Drew?" "Yes," I husked feeling wide-eyed, nervous and eager at the same time. "I'd like very much to take your panties off, Katey." She took her hand out from under my dress and stood in front of me. The panel on the front of her nightie barely completely covered her panties, so I didn't have to reach far up her hips to grab the thong line. Katey raised the panel as I began pulling the panties down, so that I got a good look at her mound. Her fur was light brown like Marcie's, but strangely an even lighter brown, almost blond. She grinned down at me as I looked at her and she stepped out of the panties, "I go completely nude under the sun lamps, so my hair is a little bleached. Marcie wears a bikini in the salon." There was something about seeing her legs, hips and groin all nude at the same time that was just so gorgeous looking that I involuntarily leaned a bit forward and her hand on the back of my head drew me the rest of the way. I nuzzled in her golden brown fur enjoying enormously that it smelled slightly of her perfume. While her perfume belly-danced into my brain like opium, I began to kiss her there, dry kisses at first then wet ones, licking in her fur and rubbing my face in it. She made a sighing pleasure sound, and then she sat back down beside me. She put one arm around my neck and kissed me while I felt her other hand sliding back up my leg. Between her fingers probing my pubic hair and the wine of her kiss and perfume all came together to so befuddle me that I could scarcely remain conscious enough to remember to put my hand on her thigh, but I did just manage. I ran my hand up the warmth of her thigh and began trailing my fingertips through her pubic hair, imitating what she was doing to me. "This is so nice, Drew. Do you like it as much as I do?" Katey asked between kisses. "I think I'm going to come," I mumbled, sucking at her inquisitive tongue and breathing heavily through my nose. Katey was breathing harder too and kissed me even more passionately until between kisses she gasped, "Then come, pretty Drew, just let your sweet pussy gush in my hand." Her hand slipped lower, my thighs spread wider and she cupped my pussy with her hand, and I did. I really did gush. I had mirrored her movements so I was cupping her pussy and she rubbed it against my hand as my orgasm released like floodgates. The orgasm was like something alive and undulating inside my hips, and spasms of ecstasy in my groin area were pulsing little jets of fluid into her hand. Katey hastily put her head between my legs and her mouth made an oval clamp around my pussy, as pulse after pulse of ecstatic joy pushed out jet after jet of fluid. I could hear her swallowing over and over, and it seemed to go on forever. At last, I slumped back exhausted and Katey immediately raised her head and brought her mouth to mine. Several teaspoons of sweetish fluid flowed into my mouth, tasting and smelling faintly of something flowery... It was clover; it smelled like clover flowers. I swallowed it finding it pleasant as she pulled her head back and licked at her lips, "You did it! You actually did it!" Katey seemed very excited about something, but I'm not sure what. Did I just pee in her mouth? Does my pee taste like clover? "Drew, you had a female ejaculation. That's very rare. Some girls do it all the time, but not many. Some girls it happens once or twice in their whole lives, and many girls never do that at all!" "I think I read something on the Internet once about that - a g-spot orgasm?" I didn't even know where my g-spot was, and I doubt if Katey was touching it because she was only cupping my pussy at the time. I shrugged, "Well it was you that did it to me, Katey. You've had me on the edge of orgasm so many times and such prolonged sexual stress; I guess something just had to give." I felt so calm, so at peace, so satisfied. I smiled at Katey, "I love you, Katey." Katey seemed to have calmed a bit, but she was still seemed very happy, "I love you, Drew." She said starting to unbutton my blouse. "And I want to see your breasts so much I'm going to take your blouse and bra off, if that's okay." "That's fine," I said, feeling a little lightheaded with the little bubbles of joy that were still kind of percolating through my system. "Take all my clothes off, Katey. Enjoy me any way you want." "I see the way you look at my breasts, Drew. Would you like me naked with you?" "That would be wonderful." I beamed at her, "I just need to rest a few minutes. That really drained me in more ways than one." She paused as she spread my blouse, "Yes, I've seldom seen anyone glow so brightly in the afterglow, sweetie. I really envy you; I've never done that, and I've tried. What does it feel like, darling?" I frowned, trying to analyze it - it seemed really difficult to do so. "It started like a regular orgasm, ha, listen to me. That's like saying it was only a million dollars! Anyway, it was an orgasm starting; I get tingly in my bottom and my clit and my nipples, then I get this weakening, melting feeling in my abdomen, then it all swirls together like a whirlpool I guess and I get this sense of release like dissolving into a billion bubbles and floating away." "And that's your regular orgasm?" Katey smiled, "Everyone describes it differently, and who knows, maybe that's because no two women experience the same thing. So what was different this time?" "You said, 'let your sweet pussy gush into my hand.' Those were your exact words and they like echoed over and over in my head during my orgasm, and it built up some kind of pressure that made me want to bear down really bad. You know, like needing to pee or poop or something - an increasingly powerful need to push down, and I held back as long as I could, then I just gave in and beared down. And it spasmed, and that just felt so great, but then it was like a loop that I was caught in - need to bear, push, need to bear, push, need to bear, push, like a pile driver in my pussy, and with every spasm, I gushed more and more, until I like... gushed out. It was so wonderful and I am so grateful to you, Katey." Katey had listened raptly, but once I concluded, she looked thoughtful but continued to remove my blouse and bra. Then she made short work of removing my skirt. Once she had me naked as I was born, she just sat and looked at my body. "You are so gorgeous, Drew!" Idly she pulled her nightie over her head and now we were both naked. I felt the kindling of energy returning (in my loins, naturally) as I looked her over and she looked me over. I guess my breasts weren't too bad. They weren't really big, but they were a little larger than Marcie's and little smaller than Katey's but they were round and firm and had a light tan aureoles and nipples. I had flat-topped nipples where Katey had the rounded kind. Hers were pink but a slightly darker shade of pink than Marcie's. Her breasts, like Marcie's were firm cones, but fuller, rounder, and her nipples were larger. "I know I want to suck your breasts, and I know you want to suck mine. Who do you want to go first?" I asked, starting to feel the tingle of arousal that ran like a current between my nipples and my clit. "Oh please," Katey purred, and kissed me, "Let me go first." Then she kissed me again. Marcie's pussy smell had faded almost entirely, but a trace lingered, a slightly flowery musk. Katey took her time kissing and fondling my breasts, pausing occasionally to suck on a nipple. For me it was hard to say what part I enjoyed most. She was very gentle with my nipples and that was good because they were pretty sensitive. I assumed that meant her nipples were sensitive too, and I kept that in mind. Then she mouthed one nipple and held it in her mouth pressed lightly to her tongue, and she didn't move, suck or anything. Gradually my nipple grew warmer and warmer, and the connection between my nipple and my clit began coming alive. I ran my fingers through her blond hair, the hair that wasn't bound in her ponytail. "Please," I whispered, "Don't stop or change what you are doing." It seemed the hotter I felt my nipple to be, the warmer my pussy grew. It built slowly at first, so incredibly slowly. I looked down at her face, and her eyes were shut and her countenance serene, but I had the feeling of worship going on, and that she was in some state of ecstasy that was being transmitted to me. That was all in my imagination of course, and while I was terrifically excited and fairly close to starting an orgasm, and once again without manipulating my clit or vagina, I was fairly certain that I wasn't going to make it without something more. I decided to try to communicate that to Katey and hope she understood. "I'm close, Katey, but I need a little more, not much but just a little more." She did understand. Her face didn't move but I felt her hand reaching down to my groin. I already had my butt off the edge of the couch and my legs were spread. To my surprise she kept going down past my pussy then eased one fingertip through the cheeks of my bottom and rested the fingertip on my anal sphincter. It only touched me very lightly, but somehow it seemed to complete a circuit, and I felt myself getting a little hotter. At first I thought I was imagining that her fingertip was moving, she did it so slowly and gradually. She wasn't trying to penetrate me, not even exactly tracing circles on my asshole, but moving her finger in a way that made the hole itself move in a tiny circle. It was very gentle, but it made my bottom warmer and warmer with my sphincter growing ever so gradually looser. The tingling started at my key points, my nipples, my clit and now my bottom, but while the circuits were complete, somehow there was like a direct link between the nipple she was sucking and my bottom. The pooling of the swirling sensation in my lower abdomen began a little slower than usual, but my bottom was really hot now. I beared down just a little bit, and plop - my asshole grabbed her fingertip and pulled it inside me. It was like a phonograph record playing too slow, and being switched in one instant to the correct speed. I let out a whoop as the now sudden orgasm thundered violently through me, and I was distantly aware that I had pulled most of Katey's finger inside my ass in about 3 quick sphincter gulps. It was like my whole being was pivoting on that finger and slowly rotating in space, my only tether to reality being Katey's hot mouth on my nipple. This wasn't a gushing orgasm, but it went on nearly as long and it was just the most wonderfully freeing thing. When I finally began to come down from the heights, I heard my voice in a curiously high register saying, "You are the most divine lover!" "It's true," Katey sighed, leaning back to rest a little herself, "I am a very skillful lover, but you remember what I said about it was like playing a musical instrument like a maestro?" She looked at me and I nodded, "Well, your body is a Stradivarius, Drew. Even a mediocre lover could do much better than usual on an instrument like that. Drew, your body is the miracle here." "But you know what, Sweetie," she went on, "It's getting late, and I really need to come. Perhaps you'll let me fuck you're lovely bottom the way you did to Marcie? Aren't you a little tired?" I giggled, "I feel a little burnt out, Katey. If I had another orgasm like the last two, it might kill me." I sobered, thinking back over what she'd just said. "Katey, I'm sure I can't do it as well as you can, but you'd be doing me a fantastic sexual favor if you would let me go down on you. I'd really love to try eating your pussy." "Let's go lie down on my bed, honey," she whispered with her lips touching mine, "I'll lie on my back and we'll keep the lights on so you can get a good look at me, and you don't have to worry about how well you do it. Just seeing your pretty face between my legs will probably be enough to make me come screaming!" There wasn't much preamble. As much as I wanted to kiss her all over and touch her everywhere, Katey had said she was tired. So I undressed her and crawled between her legs. I spread her legs and began kissing her lovely blond mound, licking into the slit and tasting her. I spread the thick lips of her labia with my thumbs and admired her moist pink flesh. Her pussy was very similar to Marcie's but a little larger. I licked into her vagina and sucked at her petals, exploring every crevice before I settled to sucking and licking her hooded clit. I immediately felt trembling in her legs and then she gasped, squeezing my head tightly with her soft but firm thighs. She grunted several times and bucked her hips a little in un-rhythmic nervous jerks, then finally pushing my face gently away. I crawled up beside her, admiring the red flush spreading across her upper chest. We kissed and then she asked, "Well how was it?" "Wonderful!" I sighed, "And I want to do it many more times this weekend. And I want to go down on Marcie, too, and I want you to watch mw do it." She laughed gently, "We'll start first thing tomorrow!" Then we fell asleep in each other's arms. * I greatly enjoyed collaborating with "Drew" on this, and would welcome any other tales that any of you wish to share. In any case, I hope you all enjoyed this story, and once again, let us know that you did. Pelios