0 comments/ 59833 views/ 4 favorites Homespun Happiness Ch. 01 By: Georgette Glass Chapter 1 – Roommates I grew up in a small town where there wasn't much to do as far as a social life was concerned, and there was no frolicking sex life to be found. Clover, my hometown, boasted 265 citizens. The population was heavily in favor of females and the ratio while I was in high school was 11 girls to every boy. If that wasn't bad enough, most of the rare males who were out to get laid had made a connection with older women in this town. Richard was doing his 10th grade math teacher; Paul hooked up with the female principal of the elementary school, and a couple of others were doing local housewives. I'm not a bad looking girl, and everyone tells me I have a nice pair of tits. The few times I connected with a local boy ended up in mild disaster in the back seat of their parent's car. One poor guy was so terrified that he couldn't get it up, and the other two spurted their goo all over my belly before they could get it in. Needless to say that I was pretty disgusted and disappointed in the male sex by the time graduation day arrived. I am a very good student earning some of the best grades in school. My performance made me eligible for an academic scholarship at the most prestigious girls academy in the area. My mother and I were both elated. By now all I was interested in was getting a good education and launching a career that would afford me the things in life I considered to be important. The first day in female heaven was typical. Everyone was running around looking for places they had to be to successfully register for the fall term. I was right in the middle of this flock of geese. Finally, in a state of utter confusion, I managed to complete my registration and find my dorm room without too much difficulty. My new roommate was faster than me. She had already settled in, and was taking a shower when I got there. I went about settling in, and before long the shower stopped and she appeared in the doorway. She was butt naked and beautiful. "Hi," she said cheerfully, "I'm leslie. You must be Allison, right? "Right," I replied. "It's nice to meet you, Leslie." "Get naked and take a shower, girl. It will make a new woman out of you." "Sounds good," I sighed. "I'm exhausted." I wasn't quite as uninhibited as my new friend. I undressed in the bathroom and showered quickly. When I finished I came out of the bathroom pulling my bathrobe on my wet body. Leslie was lying on her bed without a stitch of clothes on. "Don't bother with that, Allison," she said waving at my robe, "unless you're shy," she added with a naughty grin on her face. I was determined to fit in, so I dropped the robe. My body gave me nothing to be ashamed of in the least. Leslie noticed. I sat on the edge of my bed. "Hey, girl," she chirped in her usual cheerful manner, "that's a nice set of knockers you have there, and a cute little ass to go with it. I'll bet you have guys crawling all over you." "On the contrary," I confessed, "I haven't had much luch with the opposite sex." "What the Hell is wrong with those hard legs where you come from?" she cried. "Don't tell me you're still a virgin." "Okay, I won't." I said quietly. "You are, aren't you," she cried with a look of total shock on her face. "Poor baby," she moaned. "If you knew the male species in my hometown," I said almost to myself, "you wouldn't be surprised at all." Leslie was sitting on the edge of her bed now with her elbows on her knees and her breasts hanging gracefully between her arms. I haven't spent much time around other naked women other than my mother on the weekends when we take our traditional bath together. Mom calls it our mother/daughter bonding. Anyway, this was my first time to take a good look at another nude female body. I was surprised. I liked it. "Forgive me for saying so, but you also have a very lovely body." "Forgive you, my ass," she snorted. "I would have been pissed off had you not commented one way or the other." She sat up straight on the edge of her bed. "You like my titties?" "They're nice," I replied somewhat uncomfortably. I couldn't help but to pull my shoulder back making my boobs more obvious. "No more so than yours, love," she said using a much softer tone of voice, "let me show you what I mean." She casually stood and walked the short distance between the two beds and, without further ado, seated herse naked body on my upper legs and knees. Then she leaned forward and matched our nipples and wiggled. "See?" "Leslie," I gasped, "you're embarrassing me," I stammered. I knew my face was turning beet red, "Why?" sje asked. "Two healthy young women comparing bodies is nothing to be ashamed if, Allison. Especially when we both have the assets we have." "I've never been in this situation before," I stammered, "and I don't know what to do," I confessed. "Touch my breasts, Allison," she cooed, "and if you don't mind I would like to touch yours." "I don't know," I muttered. "Come on," Leslie gently pleaded, "it's going to feel good both ways. You'll see." I cautiously reached up and placed my hands on her breasts. They were warm and oh so soft. It's different feeling breasts other than your own. I've felt Mom's in the bathtub, but this was different. This was exciting. Then I felt Leslie's soft hands caress my breasts. Now, that was really exciting. My pussy seemed to twitch a little, and unconsciously I gripped her breasts more firmly and leaned my body into hers. "Doesn't that feel nice?" she whispered in my ear. Her hoi breath on my ear caused a wave of electrical excitement to coarse through my body. "Yes, it does," I sighed and I leaned harder against her chest. "Have you ever kissed another woman? Passionately, I mean." "No," I gasped, "never." "Want to kiss me?" she was still breathing in my ear. "I don't know how," I said, but my face was turning toward hers. I noses brushed as our mouths came into line. We kissed tentatively at first, but when she eased her tongue between my lips and into my mouth the reaction turn to pure passion. I realized I was massaging her breasts more vigorously, and she was also doing the same with mine. I offered no resistance when she slowly removed one of my hands fro m her breast and guided it slowly down between her legs to her pussy. This was my first strange female pussy to touch; it was wet; my heart was pounding. Her hand was on my pussy now, and I was breathing openly like I had just surfaced from a long underwater swim. She found my slit, and gently entered my hole. I gasped, but I also spread my legs a little wider even with her sitting on my lap, She had two fingers in my pussy now, and I was doing the same with hers. She wiggled; I wiggled. She probed; I probed. Leslie leaned back making a space between our bodies, but with our fingers still embedded in each others pussies. We were both panting and gasping for breath, but she managed to speak. "I'm going to suck on your titty now, baby. Then you do it to me. Okay?" I was definitely going to answer in the affirmative, but just as I was about to speak her lips closed over one of my nipples, I instantly pushed my crotch hard against her hand as I pulled her face harder against my breast. I had never felt arousal like this. In fact, I was experiencing the most fantastic orgasm I had ever had. Leslie's mouth left my nipple and connected with my mouth. Our first kiss was motherly compared to this one. Our tongues were lashing out at each other, and Leslie had purposely lay me back on the bed. At that moment she could have done with me anything she desired. She broke our embrace, sucked on the other tit on the way down, spread my legs apart, and kneklt between my legs. I had no idea what was coming next (besides me) but I was all for it. My body was on fire; I could feel juices running down my legs, and I could feel Leslie's hands stroking my inner thighs. This orgasm was awesome. When she pressed her lips against my pussy, I whimpered. When she entered my pussy with her probing tongue, I squealed Leslie was feverishly lapping my slit with her stiffened tongue from asshole to clit. I quickly learned the importance and the joy of having a clit. She nursed on it like she did my nipples, and I felt that orgasmic sensation again. I was crying now, but happy tears. Leslie looked up at me with true concern on her face. I simply pushed her face back into my pussy. There was no need for words at this point. Shortly Leslie leaned back from my crotch and looked up at me. Her facewas covered with my juices, but her smile came beaming through. It took her a moment to regain normal breathing. "Ready to do me?" she asked. "I'll do anything you ask, Precious," I panted. I was still coming down off of that last orgasm. Leslie stood up and helped me to my feet. We kissed and ground our pussies together for the longest time before Leslie broke away and fell back on the bed. I placed my body on top of hers resting my abdomen over her pussy, my boobs on her rib cage, and my mouth directly over her lovely breast. Remembering her treatment of mine, I nursed her breasts lovingly for some time. Finally I slowly slid down and rested my butt on my heels and leaned into her crotch, She was bald, but she was still saturated with arousal juices. I leisurely traced my forefinger up and down the length of her slit until I noticed a slight twitching in her pussy and a definite pumping motion of her hips. The pump was primed, I thought to myself. I'm not all that experienced yet, but I am old enough to know what would feel ggod to me. I carefully spread the folds of her pussy wide, and buried my mouth against the vaginal canal hidden beneath. As I started pumping my tongue in and out with rapid movements, I could hear Leslie begin to moan lowly and then amplify her passion to an audible groan. Her hips were heaving in response to my tongue. I could feel her hands gripping gobs of my hair and pulling my face into her crotch. I moved with more intensity, and I reached up and grappled with her breasts the best that my concentration would allow. Leslie was going wild. Both her animation and her vocalizing convinced me that she had reached an orgasm. I hope so because I had reached another while eating her pussy. When I was thoroughly convinced that she had been satisfied, temporarily at least, I sat back on my heels; patted her playfully on the crotch, and asked, "How'd I do, Coach?" "Not bad, Rookie," she drawled, "but I strongly suggest you get a lot of practice in the near future." "Keep the club house open." Homespun Happiness Ch. 02 Chapter 2 – Cherry Popper It's been two weeks now since I moved into the dorm and Leslie moved in on me. It's the best thing that has ever happened to me, and if you find that hard to believe, let me tell you what happened last night. It was during one of our frequent, almost nightly, rap sessions where we were divulging all of our secrets and hidden desires. Once again my virginity came up. Leslie had lost her virginity to her older brother when she was 14 so it was easy to understand why she was awed at the fact that I was nearly 19 and still had my hymen in tact. She took great pleasure in describing to me in explicit detail what it was like to have some guy slide a sizeable rigid cock into your pussy. I had to admit that her accounts of the act were arousing to say the least. She would usually be fondling my breasts or fingering my twat when she told these stories, and this added virtuality to the yarns that most people do not have the opportunity to experience. Eventually, I found myself wondering what the experience would be like. I discussed this with Leslie emphasizing my reluctance to engage in heterosexual activities with the opposite sex. She reminded me of her pleasures when she was pounded by a good stiff hard-on. It gave her a climax unlike that the two of us enjoyed almost nightly. The, leave it to Leslie, she suddenly got a bright idea. She reached for the phone on her bedside table and dialed. "Dianne, Hi," she chirped, "it's me, Leslie." Dianne obviously said something. "Yep, that's the one. Yep, I miss it too. I'm getting wet as we speak, girl." I could almost fill in Dianne's part of the conversation without hearing her voice at all. "The reason I called, Hot Pants," Leslie continued, "I have this fantastic roommate this year, and you've got to meet her." She listened a minute and then continued. "Absolutely. She's built like a brick shithouse, and she loves to eat and be eaten. You're gonna love this girl, literally." There was another pause. "Great. Why not right now," Leslie said in an excited voice, "and, by the way, bring Bad Boy with you. Yeah, that's the one. See you soon. Bye." "What was that all about?" I asked dying with curiosity. "Who's Dianne?" "Which question do you want me to answer first, Alley Cat?" She used her pet name for me claiming I was her favorite pussy and I was as wild as an animal running loose. I couldn't argue with her, but I constantly reminded her that she was responsible for what I became. She would just turn on her wicked smile and shake a tit in my direction. I called her Precious. "Answer them both, Silly." "Dianne is a very good pussy-lapping friend of mine. She also likes pecker-dipping and butt-fucking." Leslie had her own name for everything. "Who's Bad Boy?" "You'll see," Leslie replied as that wicked grin returned to her lovely face. Only a very short time had passed when the knock sounded at the door. "Dianne, you old whore, come in here." Both girls were laughing merrily and hugging passionately. "I want you to meet my new roommate and my dear love, Allison." She made a sweeping gesture with her arm in my direction. "Hi, Dianne," I said politely. "Don't be formal with me, girl. Give me a hug and let me feel those lovely boobs of yours." She stepped forward with open arms. We embraced. She was a little overweight, but she certainly smelled nice. And, she was serious about the boobs. She pressed her enormous melons against my set, and we held them there momentarily. "You right, Les," Dianne said over her shoulder. "She's a knockout." Dianne wasn't carrying a purse tonight; she had a tote bag which she slid off her shoulder and placed gently on the floor. She saw me eyeing the bag curiously and said, "My toy shop." Leslie snickered. "Dianne loves fuck toys. In fact we are going to show you one of them tonight. We've come to call it Bad Boy simply because of the feelings it gives us when at play. Dianne produced a wad of apparatus from the tote bad which, when untangled, turned out to be a semi-hard rubber dildo mounted on a harness designed to strap on to a woman's hips and crotch so that she could fuck her partner just like a man. Leslie briefly and quickly explained my situation, Then she turned back to me as she began strapping on Bad Boy. "If you have no objections, Alley," she said demurely, "I'm going to be the lucky guy who gets your cherry. Dianne is going to be a witness and later a participant. We're going to turn you into a slut with no men involved. Is that okay with you?" "I'm nervous," I muttered. "You were nervous the first time I sneaked up on you and ate your pussy. Look at you now. You're a world class cunt-lapper, titty tantalizer and kisser. If you and Bad Boy get along okay, we will just have to get one of our own to add to our accessories." We had no accessories at this point in time, but I could just imagine what our toy chest would look like by year's end. "You know I trust you," I said trying to be brave. "What do you want me to do?" "Atta girl," Leslie said. "First let's combine our sensual assets and get in the mood for this endeavor." She was already wearing nothing but Big Boy, and Dianne shrugged off the robe she wore over. I was nearly naked when Dianne arrived so it took me no time at all to get completely that way. "Nice," Dianne said taking a long look at my naked body. "You're not so bad yourself, Big Tits," I replied. Surprisingly Dianne lifted one of her monsters toward me and said, "Kiss me." That was the opener. Before long we three women were in a huddle kneeling on the floor, smooch and feeling all sorts of good things. Leslie was nudging both mine and Dianne's pussies with Bad Boy which got him wet at least on the head. Then, like the good coach she was, Leslie started issuing orders. "Alley, I want you to start out by eating Dianne's pussy. Believe me, you are going to enjoy that. But first, Dianne make like the bitch you are and let me grease up Bad Boy for his virgin voyage." Dianne put out her arms and dropped to the canine crouch. Leslie inched up to her butt on her knees and unceremoniously enter her swollen pussy. She pumped vigorously a few time and withdrew. Leslie turned to me. "It's your time to make like the bitch dog and dive into Dianne's pussy. This will take your mind off your needless fears, and at the same time it will give you the opportunity to eat one of the sweetest pussies I know." As Dianne lay back and spread her legs, I went into the doggie position and leaned into her swollen pussy. As I busied myself with the fruits of Dianne's valley, I felt Leslie position Bad Boy at my virgin pussy and slowly ease it in to me. It felt good. It was larger than Leslie's tongue or fingers so it was filling my chute in a much more arousing manner. I instinctively pushed against the intrusion. "Okay, Alley Cat," Leslie said from behind, "I'm going to take your cherry now. Ready?" Before I could answer, remember I have a mouth full of pussy, I felt Leslie push harder, I heard a muted snap, and I felt Bad Boy slide deep into my pussy. Initially this invasion brought tears to my eyes, but the sting was only momentary. As I felt Bad Boy slide in and out of me, I began to realize why this sport was so popular. I found myself moving in sync with Leslie's fucking action. We both got faster and taster until finally arousal took over and I felt my first cock-induced orgasm erupt. It was wonderful. I pushed hard against Leslie's crotch driving Bad Boy his full length into my pussy. Leslie held that position and rotated her hims to make Bad Boy do a little exploring. He was good company. Leslie and I would definitely add one of these to our toy chest. Tomorrow. Incidentally, I could tell by Dianne's antics and oratory that I had done well with regard to her sexual needs. She was sitting up now and passionately kissing my pussy juice saturated mouth. I was sitting back on Leslie now with Bad Boy captured deep in my pussy. Leslie had her arms around me from behind and was lovingly fondling my breast. I reached out and patted and pinched and tweaked the enormous melon like breasts belonging to Dianne. It was safe to say that a fun time was being had by one and all. Then a soft voice behind my ear said, "I haven't come yet. Woe is me." I turned to face Leslie who was grinning from ear to ear. "Lay back, Bitch," I commanded as I gently guided her to the floor. Then I gracefully straddled her body and worked myself up to a position directly above her face. I didn't know if my hymen had bled when it broke; if it did she could plan on having Italian pussy for dinner. Before I situated myself for the feed I turned to Dianne and pointing to Leslie's pussy covered by Bad Boy I said, "Make her kitty purr, Dee." I think I had just come up with a pet nane for our chubby new love partner. Dee. I felt the familiar tongue of Precious, my roomy, my lover, and my very best friend; I almost put aside the memory of being freshly fucked by Bad Boy. I'm glad I don't have a sensitive soul to contend with in that situation. Meanwhile, Dianne had removed Bad Boy and was vigorously lapping at the wet with anticipation pussy of our nympho friend, Leslie. Leslie was showing her appreciation and approval splendidly. When we had all three recovered from our orgy I wanted to try out Bad Boy from the operator angle. My sex partners harnessed me up managing to play with my ass, my pussy and my tits while doing so. They both volunteered to be first, I fucked Leslie first. Missionary style and doggie style. It was fun but I missed the contact of warm, slick flesh as I delivered pleasure and satisfaction to my partner. I put enough sincere effort into it, however, that Leslie climaxed at least once that I was sure of. Dianne and I went through almost the same procedure with one exception. When we changed to the doggie style format she wanted me and Bad Boy to fuck her in the ass. No problem. This was a new adventure for me, and Bad Boy had nothing to say about it. Homespun Happiness Ch. 03 Chapter 3 – Gracie's Renaissance The Thanksgiving holiday is upon us, and I've been so busy with school and other interests that I hardly noticed the time go by. I called Mom to tell her that my friend, Dianne, would be bringing me home late Wednesday night, but she didn't have to wait up for us. I knew she would anyway. Dianne's parents lived about 45 minutes up the Interstate from me, so the ride was no imposition at all. Frankly, I think she would have driven me home had it been 2 hours out of the way. The three of us had become very close. Leslie had to go meet her father in Paris, France of all places. He worked for the government, and spent most of his time abroad. Leslie's mother had run off with her hair dresser about two years ago, but we didn't talk about it much. Dianne and I arrived at Mom's house late Wednesday night. She didn't bother to come in and meet Mom because of the hour, but I made her promise she would arrange to come back by early enough to meet my mom and visit awhile before we returned to school. She was standing in the doorway when I walked up to the house. She was waving to the perfect stranger that had just delivered me home. I think Dianne was waving back. What the Hell, I waved too. Once inside there was a lot of mother/daughter hugging and kissing and both talking at once, but that's the way homecomings are supposed to be, isn't it? We set side by side on the sofa, and babbled about this and that. Mom couldn't get over how well and happy I seemed to be. College was better for me than she had anticipated. "You won't believe how much I have learned in such a short time, Mom. And, I've met some wonderful people. One of them brought me home tonight." "Shame on you, Allison," she scolded. "You should have asked her in to visit." She pretended to be pouting. "Mom, it's a little after nine o'clock now. It will be 11:00 o'clock by the time Dianne gets home. She's coming back early Saturday so we can visit. You are going to love this girl. I do," I added honestly. "Are you tired?" Mom asked. "I would love to have one of those massages you usually give me when we do our hot tub thing. It's okay if you're too tired." "Mom," I said lovingly, "I would love to play with your body for a while. I'm even going to show you some new tricks I've learned at school. How does that sound?" "Great, I think," she replied with a puzzled look on her face. "I'll turn on the hot tub. Fifteen minutes tops." She returned in a few minutes with a couple of tall mixed drinks. I had learned long ago not to ask what was in them, but they were refreshing and relaxing. That's all that mattered. She settled down on the sofa and sipped at her drink. Then she giggled. "What?" I asked. "When I went to the same school you are attending now, we girls used to sit around after a rousing time at the tennis courts or on the volley ball court and talk foolishly. One of our favorite expressions was ‘ah, an iced cold toddy, a cigarette, and a good be of ass – what else could a body ask for?'" She blushed when she realized what she had said. "Oh, I'm sorry, Allison. I'm just so happy to see you, and I'm excited about the Holiday. I guess I lost my charm there for a minute." "No, Mom," I said very solemnly, "you are finally beginning to treat me like a grown woman, so naturally you are feeling like one yourself. I think it is great as well as a terrific compliment to me. Thank you, love." I leaned over and kissed her full on the lips. She actually responded at first, and then she stiffened. "You couldn't be drunk already, Allison. You've hardly touched your drink." "I don't have to be intoxicated to express the love I feel for you, do I?" I asked with a chuckle. "No, of course not," she stammered. "You just caught me by surprise, but truthfully I enjoyed it immensely." "Want to do it again?" I asked eying her wickedly. ""She picked up our glasses and stood. "I think that tub is about ready. I'll freshen our drinks and meet you in the sun room." "Mom," I asked hesitantly as she walked away. "Now that we are all grown up, is it alright if I call you Gracie? I've always liked that name, and when I was little I got jealous at other people for calling you that when it wasn't allowed for me." "It was a respect thing, Honey. Of course you can call me Gracie as long as you keep the ma'am and yes ma'am close at hand." She laughed and left the room for the drinks. I was already naked and in the hot tub when she returned with the drinks. She placed the drinks in holders attached to the rim of the tub, and began removing her clothes. "Tale it all off, Gracie," I teased. "Let's live recklessly tonight." I held my drink high as if toasting the idea. Gracie just shook her head, but she did strip off all of her clothes and step into the rather hot water. She sank in the water until those lovely breasts of her began to float. "You have lovely boobs, Gracie," I said softly. She looked at me rather strangely, but her reply was "So do you, Baby." We clicked glasses and had a generous swig of whatever the wicked witch of the East had brewed up in her cauldron. "However," she interjected rather sly, "I still think mine are a little bigger." She laughed; a deep, hearty laugh. Gracie was glad I was home, and so was I. "Want to try another one of those kisses, you big bosomed broad?" The expression on my face convinced her that the question was mirthful yet serious if she was so inclined to take it that way. "Just how much have you learned at school, young lady?" and with that Gracie sidled up to me causing our tits to merge when she looped her arm around my neck. She leaned forward and pressed her soft lips firmly and squarely against mine. Instinctively I parted my lips, and surprising ly her tongue slipped into my mouth. I sucked on hers gently, and she coaxed mine into her mouth where she sucked on it like it was a ripe plum. My kiss became more passionate as did hers. I vigorously massaged her floating boobs, and slowly I let my free hand sink down to her crotch. Then I froze. She broke off our embrace and looked me dead in the eyes. "Are you going to eat my pussy?" "Later," was my one word reply as I pulled her mouth back against mine and renewed our passionate embrace. Seconds later I felt at least one of her fingers find its way into my pussy hole. I pushed my crotch against her hand showing my approval. We continued this ritual until our arousal became agonizing. I broke our embrace. "Where did you learn to make love to a woman like that, Gracie?" I asked as I panted heavily. "Same place you did, Sweetheart. Have you forgotten we went to the same school? I just graduated a few years ahead of you." We both laughed "Gracie," I said, "can you reach that towel from here?" I pointed to a bath towel draped across one of the lawn chairs. "I think so," she said as she lifted her naked body to lean over the rim of the tub. "I don't think I'm that old yet, young lady." Then she squealed. She was bent over the rim of the hot tub at the hips with her upper body stretched across the deck in an attempt to reach the towel. Meanwhile, I had come up behind her, spread her cheeks, and planted a serious French kiss on her asshole just the way Dianne had taught me. I worked my tongue around a few times before withdrawing it and moving down to her pussy, Her lips swelled more than mine and Leslie's, but about the same as Dianne's. I pressed my nose and my mouth between the swollen lips and buried my tongue. Gracie moaned sensually and hoisted her body high enough to tuck her knees under her body giving better exposure to her pussy for her new lover. I took full advantage of the situation. Her clit was now underneath but still out in the open. I latched on to it with a thumb and index finger. I moved mu other hand up top and wiggled my thimb as deep as it would reach into her asshole. Then with my tongue working like a miniature jack hammer, I brought Momma Gracie to her first daughter induced orgasm. Sexually satisfied Gracie dropped to her stomach and slowly rolled over on her back putting her spread-eagle on the deck at the edge of the hot tub. What the Hell. I did her again. Gracie eventually recovered enough to sit up on the side of the hot tub and look into the tub at me with her magnificent breasts dangling and her well eaten pussy gaping. The expression on her face was unmistakably one of total satisfaction and love. "Well Allison," she sighed, "you have always been a good student, and I see that you are going to excel in your sex education as well. That's a wicked tongue you have there, and your technique is outstanding. I can't remember the last time I experienced two orgasms in one seduction, but you definitely gave me that tonight." She paused reflectively and then she asked, "Has an old woman ever eaten your pussy?" Her smile was beautiful; her tits were beautiful; her crotch was beautiful; she was beautiful. I was proud to have her as a mother. "Not yet," I replied. "Are you volunteering?" "Not hardly, young lady," she said. "I'm demanding." She offered an outstretched hand to assist me out of the tub. Under these new circumstances, her touch was electric. I stood on the deck immediately in front of her; our naked bodies were touching full length. Her kiss was forceful, demanding and wonderful. I felt my knees weaken just a little and my pussy press firmly against hers. I tingled all over and our tongues were having a sword fight first in her mouth and then in mine. Our breasts were one enormous mass between our upper bodies. Gracie broke away gently and gasped in my ear, "Let's go to the den, baby." I was still wet from the tub, but my pussy was wetter from Gracie. I followed her filled with mystical expectations. We walked up behind the sofa. "Bend over here, baby. I owe you a French kiss. I hope I'm as good at it as you are." She patted the sofa back with her hand, and like an obedient child or better yet an expectant lover I leaned over the sofa raising my ass high in the air. I felt her soft, firm hands on my ass cheeks as she spread them wide. Then I felt the electrifying intrusion of her tongue. God, it went deep. I wiggled, I squirmed, and I squealed. "Oh Shit, Gracie," I shouted. "What a tongue! Do it some more," and that she did. When she decided to abandon my asshole, she rolled me over and maneuvered me to where my head and shoulders rested on the sofa cushions, but my ass was still resting on the back of the sofa. She spread my legs wide, and tenderly ran her tongue along my inner thighs. My pussy was going crazy. I knew my lips were swollen to their fullest, and I know my kitty was smiling when Gracie's tongue ran the length of my slit. I had a strong impulse to grab her and smother her at both ends with kisses and tongue lashings, but I was enjoying what she was doing too much to interfere. Then Gracie straightened up and smiled down at me. I know that in the position I was in that my nipples was almost even with my ears, and I also knew definitely that my pussy was begging for more of her attention. I watched as she strode around the end of the sofa and stopped where my head was resting on the edge of one of the cushions. And gently took my arms and stretched them out over the edge of the sofa and between her legs. Then she mounted the sofa on her knees and rested her crotch gently on my face. I instinctively wrapped my arms around her legs and kissed the wet pussy above me. Gracie leaned forward and buried her face in my begging crotch. As her fantastic tongue entered my pussy once again, I also felt at least two of her fingers penetrate my asshole. I starting coming at that moment, and I lost count of how long my orgasms lasted. I do know, however, that there has never been a more satisfying or beautiful example of the position 69 than the one put into motion that night on our sofa. Homespun Happiness Ch. 04 Chapter 4 - Gracie Meets Dianne Thanksgiving Day never has been a big event at our house. With Dad gone and my grandparents far away enjoying retirement, all we had was me and Gracie, a couple of my high school friends, Gracie's sister, my aunt Rebecca, and throughout the day several of Gracie's local social circle. Honestly, we were thankful for that it itself. I couldn't picture Gracie slaving away in the kitchen over the traditional feast. We were sitting in the den after everyone had gone their way discussing of all things, dildos. Gracie admitted to having a vibrator that she kept in her bedside table drawer in case she couldn't sleep nights. I naturally told her about my latest acquisition, namely Bad Boy. I was just about to go to my room and get him (them) when the doorbell rang. It was Dianne. "I heard there was a very nice woman by the name of Gracie living her, and she was known for her hospitality especially to wayward orphan girls." Those were the first words Gracie heard when she opened the front door. And then, "Hi, I'm Dianne, Allison's chauffer." Both women were laughingly heartily when they entered the den. I had just returned from my room with a very nice leather valise which I placed on the coffee table when I ran over and hugged Dianne, and then kissed her much more passionately than most girlfriends would do on any occasion. It was obvious by the way that we clung to each other that more than friendship was at play here. "Gracie," I blurted with joy, "this is one of my dearest friends, Dianne." ""We've met," Gracie informed me, "and I can't help but to like her already. Can I fix you girls a drink?" "Surprise us," I said before Dianne could politely refuse. ""Those breasts feel good even through that bra, Dee," I declared. Dianne looked around to see that Gracie had already left the room. "Relax, girl," I said. "When I bring you up-to-date on events, you will really be relaxed. Sit," I motioned to the sofa. Gracie re-entered with three tall classes of her surprise potion. Then she surprised both of us. "These will make your pussy pucker, and your heart go out to me. Drink up," she said merrily as she lifted her glass in celebration of the gathering. Dianne and I were both pleasantly shocked, but we recovered quickly. "Dianne," I said loudly, "I give you Gracie, the best fucking mother a girl could have." Dianne almost dropped her drink. "Relax," I continued. "In the last couple of days Gracie and I have discovered that we have much, much more in common than merely being mother and daughter. I have found two of the most beautiful breasts in the world, a demanding pussy and an asshole that winks at you if it is kissed in a certain way." "Allison," Gracie admonished me teasingly, "you foul-mouthed little bitch. What is Dianne going to think of me if you keep that up?" "I'm going to love you as much as you will let me, Gracie." Dianne said quite calmly. "Allison and I talked for over an hour last night, and she has told me in pretty graphic detail what a wonderful time you two have been having. I've never had much use for a hot tub, but I am dying to try yours." She looked at me and winked. Gracie set her drink down carefully on the coffee table, gracefully peeled her knit top over her head showing she wasn''t wearing a bra, and flopped down between the two younger women on the sofa and ordered, "Kiss me, Fools." Laughing joyously both girls leaned over and took a nipple into their mouths. Then, like it had been rehearsed, they raised their heads and each kissed Gracie on the ear using their tongues as probes. "Holy shit," Gracie exclaimed, "I've got two live ones here." Then she turned her face toward Dianne's side breaking their embrace and putting them mouth to mouth. No coaching was needed here. They locked lips and the tongue duel immediately began. I had also lost my contact so I dropped to the monstrous tit at my disposal. I covered Gracie's nipple with my lips, and at the same time reached across and began unbuttoning Dianne's blouse. It was then that I realized there were three hands doing the same thing. I raised us to see what was going on at about the same time the lip-locked two disengaged and looked down. All three of us were intent on removing Dianne's blouse. Dianne raised her back away from the sofa as the last button popped free, and it and her bra were on the floor instantly. Two more beautiful boobs were on the scene. Gracie immediately bowed her head and took one of Dianne's nipples into her mouth. I switched from one of Gracie's to the other. That's when I felt Dianne's hand was feeling my crotch. I unzipped my fly and raised my hips. Without prompting, Dianne tugged my shorts free. I wore no panties. Her fingers found my wet hole easily. I moaned with pleasure. While Dianne and I were getting personal, Gracie took the moment to free herself of her remaining attire. Seeing the bare pussy, Dianne gently dropped between Gracie's legs. I returned to a boob. Gracie moaned. We have touchdown. I gently disengaged myself and slipped to the floor along side Dianne. I unsnapped her jeans, and the two of us wiggled and tugged her out of them. The panties came with the denim. I opened the valise I had brought from the bedroom and removed a harness and the mid-sized dildo from its contents. I reached back into the valise and brought out a travel-size bottle of baby oil. I strapped on the harness, locked into place the middle-sized dildo, and lubricated it and Dianne's asshole with the baby oil. This was nothing new for us younger women, but Gracie watched the action while Dianne busied herself at Gracie's crotch. When I entered Dianne's ass with Bad Boy she groaned. Gracie also groaned in envy of Dianne and because her well eaten pussy was about to explode. Dianne sensed this and intensified her cunt lapping activity. Gracie exploded. Dianne slowly sat back against the presence of Bad Boy up her ass. Lo and behold, Gracie had no intentions of withdrawing from the festivities. She rose from the sofa, swung a leg over Dianne's head, and positioned herself between us two youngsters. Her butt was now facing the back of Dianne's head, and her well eaten pussy was directly in front on my face. I couldn't resist, and she knew it. We jointly hooked mouth and twat together and the carnal era was resumed. I was holding Dianne's hips; Gracie had her hands clasped behind my head; and Dianne was massaging her big tits feverishly. Every body was happy. This was Gracie's second orgasm so it came faster, and Dianne finally succumbed to Bad Boy's injection of relentless, excruciating pleasure, while I was having more fucking fun than I had had in a long time. In no time at all the three of us were crumpled on the floor wallowing in indescribable bliss. Here we had three lovely bare female asses, 6 beautiful boobs, and three totally satisfied pussies all basking in the warmth of fluorescent light. Is Heaven better than this? Eventually the silence was broken. It was Gracie. "Have you youngsters ever heard of a Daisy Chain?" Neither of us was familiar with the term, but if it was in Gracie's repertoire we definitely wanted to be enlightened. "With this crowd we will form the Greek delta, or triangle. We position ourselves so that each of us has a clear shot at the crotch of a friend. Once in this position, and on the count of three, we all plant a French kiss squarely on the asshole in front of us. Want to try." "I want Gracie's," Dianne cried. "I want to see it wink at me." We got in position and on three there were muffled squeals throughout the den. For several minutes after this exercise there was deep throated laughter. Then I noticed, Dianne had dropped from Gracie's asshole to her pussy, and was lapping away like crazy. Gracie was no fool. She wasn't going to stop her. "Fine," I said out loud to myself, "I'll get the drinks. You two just keep on with what you're doing." I got to my feet and headed for the bar. From the sounds coming from the den shortly after I left, I made the right decision. "Out to the hot tub you two pussy lapping maniacs," I called carrying three large brandy snifters holding generous portions of the potent brandy called Cognac. That was about the only drink I knew how to mix, and it went straight to my head faster than anything else I could think of. "Easy on the booze, babe," Dianne cautioned. " I'm driving, you know." "Not tonight, you're not," we both said almost in unison. Then Gracie took charge. "You can sleep with Allison tonight, or me, or we can all three sleep together, or you can have your own room with Bad Boy, but you can forget about driving back to school tonight." "I agree," I said needlessly. When Gracie espouses an edict, the conversation is over. I handed then their brandies. Then I felt cute. Lifting my snifter I said "Drink up, then bottoms up." Everyone took a healthy sip. "Speaking of Bad Boy, ladies," when do I get to meet him formally?" Gracie asked. Her cheeks were beginning to blossom a rosy red. Hennessey ***** was getting to her. "That slutty daughter of yours brought the whole family, Gracie. Do you want Baby Bad Boy, Mr. Bad Boy or Big Bad Boy?" Dianne's asked teasingly. She had moved closer to Gracie again, and was teasing the older woman's ear with her tongue. "If you keep that up," Gracie cried playfully, "I'll be too busy eating your pussy to worry about a plastic cock." We all laughed at that. "Do you two ole whores want me to invite the Bad Boy family to the party?" I asked already knowing the answer. I noticed that Dianne was still devoting her attention to Gracie's ear, and if I saw clearly under the hot tub bubbling water, Gracie had one or two fingers embedded in Dianne's pussy. I must remember to make a note in my non-existing diary that Hennessey***** is an aphrodisiac. "Bring those bad boys on, baby. I want to fuck something," Gracie said in a dreamy voice. I'm not sure how close to a climax my darling mother was, but I would hate to take her temperature right about now. I slipped out of the hot tub and tip-toed into the den. I returned with the entire family. "Okay," says Gracie, "which one of you young studs is going to ring my chimes?" The cognac was definitely at play. Also, I had learned this holiday that my mother was one hot-blooded sex fiend. More importantly, I knew that I was one of her lovers. The thought made me tingle all over. "Let's be practical," I said with a slight slur mingled in with my usual articulation, "my friend and lover Dianne taught me how to managed the Bad Boy family so it is only fitting that she do the same for Gracie." "Here, here," cried Dianne as she took a sip of her brandy before lifting her glass high in the air. "I am the dildo fucker of all fuckers. I am going to fuck my new friend and hopefully long-time lover." We all three climbed out of the hot tub. While I harnessed the strap on Dianne's lovely ass, Gracie was lavishing passionate kisses on her gigantic boobs/ "Want to start out with Baby Bad Boy or do you want something bigger?" I asked. "Don't be ridiculous, Allison." She huffed. "I'm no amateur. Bring on Big Bad Boy." Big Bad Boy was approximately tn inches long and had the girth of a young cucumber. "That's my baby," cried Dianne. "I don't know how long it has been since your last memorable fucking, Sweetheart, but I plan to fuck you bowl-legged." With that Dianne lay my mother carefully back onto a beach towel spread on the deck. "Open the door, Gracie," Dianne cooed as she spread some baby oil on Big Bad Boy. "Heaven is here, and it's all true . . . God is big and black." The initial sensation of BBB squeezing into this vintage pussy cut Gracie's laughter short. Her jocularity took on the form of a long sensual moan, followed by an arousing sigh, and then several grunts in a row as Dianne fell into a rhythm that pleased them both. Gracie's legs clamped around Dianne's mid-section, their big boobs melted together, and they were once again locked into a series of passionate kisses. Just watching made my pussy twitch. Eventually, Dianne broke away from her embrace, and huffing and puffing profusely, "Ally, baby," she gasp, "plant your sweet ass in that lawn chair now." Her tone prompted me to do as she asked now. I no more that got seated before Dianne dismounted and led Gracie over, on hands and knees, and almost literally plugged her into the dripping pussy waiting between my legs. Gracie cooperated willingly. The Dianne took her new position at Gracie's rear and with careful airm rammed Big Bad Boy home once again. Gracie simultaneously moaned her appreciation for BBB's return and intensified her cunt lapping activities. I leaned forward and fondled Dianne's big tits. It's a holiday, right? Here come the fireworks. BBB had come through like he always does; Gracie, mouth nuzzled in my pussy, was telling the entire world about the arrival of her first heterosexual type climax in a long time. Her new exuberance translated to the tongue action she was devoting to my pussy, and I didn't stand a chance. My excitement bathed Gracie's face. When we all recovered and regained enough composure to resume our carnal campaign, I spoke even though me voice was hoarse. "Dianne, give BBB to Gracie. I believes she owes you a lot," and I chuckled to the best of my ability considering the circumstances. I helped Dianne harness up her impending lover. The adjustment was child's play for my sweet ole mom. She buried the big, black dildo in Dianne's pussy from a dog's point of view. Dianne just naturally pushed against each thrust by this welcomed intruder. I wasn't about to be an innocent bystander. It was easy for me to straddle Dianne in her all-fours stance, so I did so with my butt facing Gracie. Instantly, Gracie released her grip on Dianne's hips, and latched on to mine. I leaned forward and rested my hands on Dianne's shoulders. Gracie's tongue once again sent excitement throughout my body as her extra long tongue penetrated and manipulated my puckering asshole. Is this Thanksgiving, or what? Homespun Happiness Ch. 05 Chapter 5 - Gracie's Surprise I apologize to the readers of these episodes. It is such a permanent and old thing, but my family is "old money", as in millions and millions. My grandfather started out in this country as a pharmacist in a rather small neighborhood drugstore way back when he first arrived here. When his boss died he learned that he had inherited the business. To make a long story short, my great grand father built that one run-down drug store into a nationwide chain of discount pharmacies. My grandfather took over years ago and added much more wealth to the family fortune. Gracie was an only child, so when she became of age and grandpa found that she wanted nothing to do with the business, he reluctantly accepted an offer to sell that had been on the table for a long time. Millions and millions of dollars were involved, and my grandfather ear-marked sufficient funds for he and grandma to retire on very comfortably, and set up a trust fund for Gracie and her heirs. Gracie got married, had me, and learned what everybody had been telling her was true. My Dad didn't marry Gracie, he thought he married money. Rich people have lawyers, and it turned out that her gold-digging husband was put out to pasture with a paltry half-million bucks for relocation expenses. Now where were we? Oh yeah, when Dianne and I returned from our very unusual and extremely exciting visit home, we had to tell our other best friend all about everything we did in explicit detail. Paris never came up, and we didn't realize it for a while, but Leslie who had no living mother was jealous and hurt. You really can't blame her, and of course I told Gracie all about it and asked her what I should do about it. Without hesitation, she told me to stop worrying about it and concentrate on my school work. She sounds just like a parent some times. I was still concerned, but Gracie always had a solution to all of my problems. That Thursday when Dianne was over at our room Leslie informed us that she had made plans for the weekend, but she was not at liberty to discuss them with anyone. Dianne and I both pouted openly, but when we saw the change in Leslie's attitude from gloomy to total sunshine we accepted the news gladly. Friday afternoon after her last class Leslie hailed a taxi and went to the nicest hotel in the small college town. She took the elevator to the top floor where the luxury suites were. She stopped in front of suite 1704 and pushed the buzzer. "You've got to be Leslie, and I am going to have to scold Allison when I see her again. You're much prettier than she describe you to me." Gracie threw open her arms and welcomed Leslie into the luscious suite. They hugged warmly and then Gracie pushed her guest back and asked foolishly, "Is it too soon for a big kiss?" "Are you kidding?" Leslie cried as she pulled Gracie's face down to hers and smothered her with a long, deep passionate kiss. They were both breathing heavily when they broke apart. "Wow," Gracie panted, "this is going to be a blast." "I've been dreaming of this ever since you called me earlier this week. I was so envious of Alley and Dee when they told me about their adventure . . ." Gracie broke in, "Alley? Dee? Have I missed out on something?" "Oh, I'm sorry." She pressed her hand against her chest try to hide her embarrassment. "Those are the pet names we have for each other. I feel like we are best friends already, so I'll tell you how I came up with Allison's pet name if you'd like." "I'm all ears," Gracie said with a real sweet smile on her lovely face. "I hoe you girls include me in on nearly everything. You've heard how close we are," she said and looked meaningfully at Leslie. "I hope I am lucky enough to become that close as well," Leslie said softly. "Here's the best way to do that, young lady," Gracie said almost coquettishly, "is for you to tell me straight out how you came to name my daughter Alley Cat, and while you are about it please get out of those school clothes. I want to see your lovely body, and I want to eat your pussy." "And I yours," is all Leslie could manage. Gracie's blunt, but not brazen, manner caught her off guard. "It was like this. Our first day at school; the first day we met; we struck it off famously. She beautiful, she's feisty, and she's a hot blooded woman. I call her Alley Cat because I can't call her pussy in public, and that's what she is - a wonderful, hot-blooded pussy." As she talked Leslie had stripped down to her panties and bra. "I definitely hope I have a friend like you somewhere, Leslie. You really like Alli . . . Alley Cat, don't you." "No ma'am, I love her," Leslie announced quite frankly and with pride. "I want to feel the same way about you. I've heard so much about you, and I don't have a . . ." "Stop right there, young lady," Gracie interrupted. "I've gone to great lengths to show you just what I am all about, and I intend to find out what you are all about. By the time this weekend is over, I hope to be regarded by you as a mature, and very close lover. Not many mothers can say that." "I don't know many, if any, mothers like you, Gracie. Oh, it's alright to call you Gracie, isn't it?" "I insist. My daughter/lover calls me that, your mutual friend, Dianne, calls me that, and I love them both for it. Now come here and let's see how good a friendship we can develop in this short period of time." Gracie had been wearing only a lounging gown, and it quickly disappeared. "Oh, my," Leslie exclaimed. "You're beautiful." "Oh, shut up, you little fool and kiss me where you think I am the prettiest." "That would be all over," Leslie replied. "Well then . . ." Again the open arms. But Leslie did not step in for the hug. Instead, she lifted Gracie's arms and slowly and tenderly began kissing her naked body first on the cheeks, briefly on the lips, then on the shoulders and on down to her breasts. Gracie was overwhelmed and overjoyed. She lifted a breasts making the nipple prominent and Leslie seized the opportunity. Then she went to the other breasts and on down across the soft belly. "Holy shit," Gracie cried, "I'm getting behind here, baby." She gently brought Leslie back to a standing position and immediately planted a firm and passionate kiss on her lovely full lips. Their breasts mashed together. Gracie's were much larger, but in situations like this size doesn't mean a thing. "Ooooh," Leslie jumped slightly, "What's wrong?" Gracie asked quickly. "I'm terribly sorry, : Leslie said, "I was startled by your tongue. It's long." Gracie threw back her head and laughed. "Wait until you feel it in your pussy." They sank to the luxurious sofa laughing. "Don't keep me waiting too long, Gracie." A little more shuffling, and then, "Oooh, Shit, Gracie," Leslie gasped. "That's fantastic. I want more." "Not to worry, lover," Gracie said slightly winded, "I brought a bunch." There was a lot more moan, and groan,, and sighing. They quickly ended up in a 69 position; then Gracie was bent over the back of the sofa, and Leslie was eating her pussy from behind; the Leslie was perched on the back of the sofa and Gracie was devouring her sopping wet pussy like it was the first meal she had had all week. Now Gracie was sitting on the sofa, and she had convinced Leslie to stand before her and grab her ankles. Now that she had Leslie in this position, Gracie demonstrated why and where her unusually long tongue was most appreciated. She poked it rapidly in and out of her asshole, and the younger woman went wild. She was so enrapt by Gracie's tongue action that Leslie pushed her back against the upright of the sofa placing the pussy portion of her snatch directly on Gracie's mouth while at the same time it brought her face and mouth conveniently to Gracie's "Y". They were so involved with each other's intimacy that they almost didn't hear the buzzer at the door. "What was that?" Leslie said breathlessly still entangled in Gracie's lower body. "It's the door. Expecting someone?" She laughed as she struggled to her feet, and butt ass naked, headed for the door. Leslie dashed for the bathroom bringing nothing with her but her lovely body charged with passion. "Oh, it's you two," Gracie said as she opened the door wider. She was still totally nude, and making no effort to cover up that fact. "Mother," Allison said not bothering to conceal her exasperation, "what are you doing here without calling beforehand, and why aren't you dressed?" "She's getting yo be a bossy little bitch, ain't she?" Gracie said addressing Dianne who was still standing in the doorway. "Hi, Dee. Come on in. We were just about to get undressed and have a little party." "You could have called, Mother. We got your note telling us girls to meet you here. We have searched high and low for Leslie, and she is no where to be found. This is not good planning, Mother." "I like Gracie better," the voice from the bathroom doorway said. Everyone turned to see Leslie standing in the doorway holding a bath towel in her hand. I would have dressed, but I didn't know the occasion." "Leslie, you conniving little bitch, I ought to . . ." "Hold on, Alley Cat," Gracie barked, and Allison knew the nice was over. "You owe one of you dearest friends and apology, and I don't mean this guilty bystander, Dianne. All of this was my doings, and I had a damned good reason for doing it." "Oh yeah," Allison snarled, "and what was that?" "Because I wanted to do it, so I did." She beckoned for Leslie to join the group, and she proudly walked over looking great it her birthday suit. "I felt guilty about not being able to meet Leslie at the same time I did Dianne, but now that I look back on it, I', not sure I could have handled you all three at the same time. Remember, I was just beginning to come out of my shell when you two," nodding toward Allison and Dianne, "attacked me and turned on all of my lights again. I'm grateful for that, Sweethearts, but I want the whole package and that includes this little pussy eater right here." She drew the naked Leslie to her and hug her lovingly. "Is that okay with you, Dee?" "I would love to grab one of those big, beautiful tits and wallow you down to the floor." "Don't just stand there!" barked Gracie. "How about you, Alley?" Dee obviously meant exactly what she said. She tackled Gracie, and carried her all the way to the sofa before they crashed into a heap. Leslie piled on leaving her asshole up in the air and winking at Allison. Allison stripped, and gently pulled Leslie off the pile. "I'm sorry I spoke to you that way, Les," I said apologetically. "I didn't mean a word of it." "Forget it, Alley. You need to apologize to Gracie, too." I found Gracie on the bottom of the pile with Dianne latched on to a boob like a pit bull terrier. "I'm sorry, Gracie, honestly." "Kiss my ass," Gracie said jokingly, but Dee took her seriously so she twisted Gracie on top of her exposing her big naked butt to Allison. "What the Hell. It won't be the first or the last time." I spread her cheeks. The sofa in that hotel suite saw more ass, more boobs, and more pussy that weekend than any other piece of furniture in that hotel.