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One of Us

My daughter Marianne asked me if she could invite a school friend to stay the night. She had had friends to stay before, but I could tell by the excitement in her voice that this was different.

'Of course you can, darling,' I said, hugging her. 'What's her name? Is she in your class?'

'She's Michaela. She's the same age as me - in fact she was fifteen was last week. You'll like her, Mum, she's lovely.'

I smiled. 'Is she one of us?'

Marianne crossed her fingers. 'I think so, Mum. I really hope so.'

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Michaela was indeed lovely, slim and graceful with thick dark hair and an open face and wide mouth. I fed them and they disappeared up to my daughter's bedroom, Marianne giving me a wink. I winked back. I had made up a campbed in her room and wondered if it would be used.

As I got ready for bed and locked the house up I listened outside her closed door. No sound. I smiled, got into bed and fished out a vibrator from the bedside cupboard. It had seen little use lately.

I was up earlier than normal, having nothing to keep me in bed. I padded around the house with only a silk robe over my nakedness. At about nine I made a pot of tea and went to wake the girls. They were both in Marianne's single bed, their young limbs around each other. The sheet was down around their waists and I could see their miniature breasts, almost identical in size. Michaela had lovely fat pink nipples. Under the sheet their legs were entwined.

Marianne opened her eyes and gave me a wonderful smile. I winked at her and put the cups down by the bed, then tiptoed out. I sat in the kitchen in my robe feeling a glow of pleasure at my daughter's happiness. Eventually the girls appeared, dressed in night-shirts - Marianne in the one she used to wear, Michaela in a shorter one that hardly covered her pubes. We chatted over breakfast - Michaela was flushed but presumably didn't know that I had seen them in bed together.

Finally Marianne stood up. 'Well, do you want first shower?'

Michaela hadn't quite finished her breakfast, so she said she'd go second. My daughter gave me a big wink as she went out.

I sat back in my chair, letting my robe fall open idly. I hoped that Michaela would copy my posture. She looked a little surprised to see my shaven pussy on view, but said nothing. Gradually she relaxed, and as she slumped in her chair her hem rode up until her own neat pussy with its tuft of dark hair above was visible.

'I'm so glad Marianne has got such good friends,' I said. 'You two get on so well together.'

'Oh yes, I really love her,' Michaela said, then stopped herself. 'I mean -'

'Don't worry about it,' I said, 'I'm happy for you both. Did you have a good night?'

'Oh yes, it was marvellous,' She stopped again, obviously wondering how I would interpret it.

'You know, when I was your age, or maybe even younger, I can't remember, I found a really close friend. We could tell each other anything. We were so close. One night I was spending the night at her house - just like you - and we were both feeling really horny. You know how you get?'

Michaela was looking at me with an open mouth. She nodded.

'We just took our clothes off and got into bed and made love. I had the most incredible orgasm I'd ever had. We made love all night. After that I never looked back. I don't regret anything.'

Michaela blinked, her face bright red. Telling her had made me very horny - I wondered if she could see the moisture seeping out of my pussy lips.

'Come here and let me give you a kiss,' I said, holding out my arms so that my robe fell wide open. As if hypnotised, she obeyed, curling into my lap. Her warm young limbs caressed my skin. She turned her face up to me and I kissed her so soft lips with a trembling touch. Soon the lessons that Marianne must have given her asserted themselves and her mouth began to writhe against mine. Her strong tongue found mine and lashed around inside my mouth. Her saliva was sweet.

My hands roamed over her lithe young body, under the T-shirt, across her firm breast-buds, along her slim thighs. She put her arms around my neck and lay back and just let me do it. Her legs opened and my fingers brushed through her tuft of hair and stroked her soft padded pussy lips. She was wet. I parted her lips and circled her little clit, feeling it harden quickly. This girl was horny and wanting, and I gave her what she wanted.

I like to think that my years of experience has made me into something of an expert on giving other females orgasms. I used all my skill to give little Michaela a climax she would never forget. I played on her body as if it were a orchestra, giving her ecstasy in ways she probably never knew were possible. Her juices flowed down her buttocks and onto my thigh.

At one point I noticed that Marianne had returned and was standing watching us. She slipped off the towel she had wrapped around her bust and leaned against the wall, smiling, fingering her nipple idly, as I brought her friend slowly up to the peak of a crashing, overwhelming orgasm. Michaela's eyes were closed, her mouth open, her hips pumping into my thigh. Her abandoned cries were timed with the spasms that jerked through her slim body.

Eventually her climax faded and her eyes flickered open to see her friend, naked, standing in front of us. Marianne just smiled and bent forward to ease Michaela's T-shirt over her head. Michaela was a dead weight in my arms - her climax seemed to have made her whole body limp and unresisting. I arranged her in my lap, resting back against my breasts, her spread thighs outside mine. My daughter knelt between my legs, and I lifted her friend's legs up and out until her crotch was splayed wide as it could be. She was so supple that I could get her knees almost into her armpits.

Marianne moistened her lips and bent forward. I held Michaela while my daughter ate her pussy like an expert - after all, I had trained her well. I knew firsthand just what she could do, how she could keep her partner poised on the very cusp of orgasm for endless minutes, her little tongue teasing and flicking around and in, out and in, circling the straining clit. I was proud of her.

She gave Michaela the very best, and when the girl jerked and gasped and screamed in my arms I knew that she would never forget this morning. I kissed the side of her neck, tasting her perspiration, as she writhed helplessly under Marianne's knowing tongue. Eventually Marianne took pity on her and let her orgasm subside. She slumped in my arms - I knew that she would be exhausted.

Marianne's face and hair was wet with her friend's juice. She knelt up and looked at me. 'Mum, I'm so horny I can't think straight.'

'Me too, my love,' I whispered. 'Let's go up to my bedroom.'

I carried Michaela's limp naked body upstairs and laid her on my bed. My daughter wrapped her long lithe limbs around me and we fell onto the bed next to Michaela. Our fingers sought out the entrances we knew so well, finding them even wetter than usual. We came almost together, not trying to muffle our cries. We lay in each other's arms, momentarily shaken by the sudden violence of our coming.

Michaela climbed on top of us, her naked skin hot and dry. 'Can I join in?' she said with a giggle.

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