"You like to play with your pretty little pussy," Aunt Bea said, "you love it, so you just keep on doing it now!"
"Auntie, please!" teen Loretta gasped. "I'm so ashamed!"
"You didn't show much shame when I caught you in the bathroom, shoving your fingers in your cunt!"
"Oh, Auntie "
"Do it! Or I'll tell your mother about your nasty habits!"
Gasping, sobbing, Loretta rubbed her pink-lipped teen slit with a trembling hand.
It was all just too awful, too humiliating to be borne!
She couldn't bear to look at big-boned, bosomy Aunt Bea's outraged face. Wracked with sobs, she squeezed teary eyes shut, turning her weeping head to the side of the bed.
Rustling sounds went on in the room, but Loretta was too involved with her own shame to pay any attention to them.
But it was the sound of Aunt Bea stripping, peeling off a faded dress, pulling off her bra to free a breathtaking pair of big fat tits.
And then, all pinkly naked with lustful gleaming eyes, Aunt Bea climbed into the bed of her sobbing nude little nymphet niece ...
CHAPTER ONE
Six suburban lovelies met once a week for fucking and sucking-
Fucking and sucking each other, that is!
Only this week, things were different.
This week, only five lovely ladies met.
The meeting was held at Paula's, this fine spring Thursday morning. The sky was blue, the air was crisp, clear.
Inside Paula's house, though, things were getting a bit steamy.
At first glance, the group would have seemed the same as any one of thousands of similar kaffeeklatsches being held in fine white upright suburbs the length and breadth of this great nation of ours.
In fact, the coffee was served, in fine white china cups held on scalloped saucers, while sweet pastries lay at hand.
And even sweeter treats lurked between the ladies rounded thighs.
Paula, this week's hostess, was a fine-boned WASP matron, with little matronly about her good looks, her attractive figure.
Paula's fine-spun, ash-blonde hair was elegantly coiffed. She was tall, tanned, athletic, with a fine full bust, trim belly, long legs.
Gail was Paula's younger sister.
Paula was in her mid-forties; Gail, some ten years younger.
Gail lived some miles away, but she had stayed the night with her older sister. Gail, like Paula, was married.
Paula sipped her coffee, her eyes unfocused, her mind thoughtful.
Gail visited a great deal. The two of them, Gail and Paula, had always been as close as, well, sisters.
And a good deal closer than that!
Now, both sisters were respectable married women and mothers.
Paula had two big sons, one in college, the other in high school. Gail had two youngsters, a little boy and a girl.
Last night, Gail had slept in the guest room while Paula slept with her husband.
In the night, in the dark, Royce had reached for Paula.
Royce was her husband.
He was a fine figure of a man in his late forties. He was a handsome man, a good husband and provider, a wonderful father.
Paula loved him but her husband was not the great love of her love.
No man could be that!
Last night they lay in bed, Royce and Paula, in the dark. Both lay awake.
Paula wore a white nightie. Royce wore a pair of pajama bottoms.
He slipped close to her, pressing his body to her.
Paula lay with her back to him. The nightie was pulled taut across her wide ripe bottom, outlining it.
Paula lay on her side, legs together, knees bent.
Royce molded his form to hers.
His maleness, the soft basket of his genitals, pressed her rear through her nightie and his pajama bottoms.
His bare arm reached around her, his hand fastened on her breast.
His hand cupped the breast, the lush mound straining the sleek fabric of the satiny cup of fabric which contained it.
Paula lay awake in the dimness.
Royce stroked her fine warm heavy breast through the cup. He rubbed his hand over the tops of her breasts, bare where they emerged from the cups.
He reached for her nipple.
It was a fat button pressing taut fabric. He rubbed it.
His movements grew more certain, more practiced. Kneading her breasts through her gown, his groin pressed her rear.
The soft bulge of his genitals wasn't so soft any more.
Something fat and stiff pressed shimmering satin where it was stretched taut across the rounded globes of her rear.
Royce was hard.
Oh, Christ! Paula thought.
She remained motionless. Perhaps if he thought she was asleep, he would lose his desire for her ... not-likely, though.
His hand squeezed a breast. He slipped his fingers between the cup and her breast, touching bare skin.
The cups were tight. When he put his fingers inside, it stretched the fabric, causing it to press into soft bosom flesh.
He pinched her nipple, squeezed.
He rubbed his hard-on against her ass.
Blankets, sheets rustled. Cloth whispered as his penis in pajamas stroked her ass in its slinky gown.
He moved back. His hand closed on her bare smooth shoulder, rolling her over on her back, tugging down her gown's straps.
The straps slid to the middle of Paula's arms. That freed enough fabric for him to pull the cups off her breasts.
Bared, Paula's tits were full, ripe mounds.
Royce pressed his head to them, nuzzling them, moaning softly, as if transported to new realms of erotic delight by the mere touch of tit flesh.
His hands fastened on both tits, kneading, squeezing.
Then his mouth fell on her tits, kissing, licking-
Slobbering all over them, like the disgusting male pig he was!
That ALL men were!
Royce sucked her nipple between his lips, chewed. His hand covered her crotch, feeling through folds of fabric for her pussy.
He rubbed her through the gown. His squirming fingers lifted up her dress, raising it over her legs.
She put her hands on his shoulders, spoke: "Royce! Don't . ... "
"Why not?" he growled. "Gail Jeff!"
"They're both asleep," Royce said, still lifting.
Her gown's skirt was bunched up at her waist now, exposing Paula's tall trim wide-hipped long legged physique.
A pair of pale blue silk panties stretched across her hips.
Thin panties, molded to her sweet flesh.
Royce rubbed her pussy through her panties.
Perhaps he fancied his touch with a woman sure, knowing ... skilled.
Paula knew him for the awkward, clumsy fool he was.
His fingers pressed a fold of the panty crotch into her slit, between the lips.
Paula was lithe, athletic, body tanned from swimming, from hours of tennis at the club, from riding.
Her bush was brown, a reddish-brown, now a patch of inky fur in the lack of color present in this gray night room.
Her pussy was exquisitely shaped, a flower of flesh.
Royce's fingers pressed and prodded that flesh. He thought he was getting her hot, but his touch was inexpert.
His fingertip entered her. He worked it deeper, but she was still very dry.
Paula was cynical. Of all the nights to pick, he would pick this night, when Gail was here.
Royce and Paula were fine, fit and healthy, but they made love infrequently, at least, with each other.
Paula was sure he had experienced lust not so much because he wanted to fuck his wife, but because his erotic fires had been sparked by Gail's visit.
Paula knew her husband lusted after her sister. Men were that way!
Of course, who wouldn't lust for Gail, with her striking face and her figure of passion? Men and women both desired her.
Paula knew her husband. He was probably fantasizing right this instant that it was not his wife but her sister that he fucked.
Not Paula's, but Gail's panties which he pulled down not Paula's but Gail's slitted pussy he was fingering.
Perhaps he hoped he would someday score with Gail-
Hah!
If Royce ever suspected one-tenth of the true contempt Gail felt for him, it would curl his hair ... what there was left of it.
And Gail wasn't even a man-hater.
Paula didn't exactly hate the male sex. She despised them, but in a way, they were just too contemptible to waste hate on.
Except for the bastard who had raped her when she was attending adult education night courses in the city-
But that was another story.
Yes, Paula despised men. Her sister was different.
Gail came from a different generation, a different mindset.
Gail was bi-sexual. She desired men and woman alike, so long as they appealed to her erotic imagine.
(Still, Paula liked to believe that Gail held her in special regard after all, it was Paula who had introduced her younger sister to lesbian thrills, so very long ago. They had been lovers ever since.)
But, though she liked and could lust for men, Paula's husband was one male whom Gail most emphatically did not care for.
That knowledge pleased Paula.
It especially pleased her now, now that his finger pumped back and forth in her pussy, seeking to coax forth moisture.
Still, Paula knew that now that Royce had initiated sexual contact, he would not stop his demands until he got what he wanted.
Better to get him off now, instead of having to go through with the whole thing, Paula thought to herself.
She put her questing hands on his cock.
His hard penis lifted the front of his pajama bottoms. A big fat knobbed rod of flesh with a wide, uncircumcised head.
In the darkness, Paula scowled with revulsion but Royce couldn't see, of course.
He moaned as she rubbed him through his trousers.
Paula knew how to work her husband. Feed him what his ego craved!
She put her mouth close to his head, passionately (or at least with the semblance of passion) murmuring, as if amazed and delighted:
"Oh, God, honey, it's so big!"
"You bet!"
His leer sounded in his voice ... the bastard.
He moaned when she rubbed him through his pajama bottoms. Too bad she couldn't get him off with just a hand-job.
That would be convenient!
Unlikely, though. That technique had worked for Paula close to two decades ago, when Royce courted her.
More than once, she had eased his importune demands, by stroking his penis, either through his pants or nakedly exposed.
Stroking him to orgasm!
Allowing her to gracefully evade his desire for greater intimacy, while not losing his interest in her.
Nice and simple, that way!
But those were days of girlhood. She was married now and she had to work harder.
Still, with luck, she could avoid a fucking ...
"Ooh, it feels so big so stiff!"
Paula hoped she wasn't laying it on too thick. But one could never lay it on thick enough for these thickheaded male egotists.
"Let me hold it in my hand, Royce!"
He pulled down his pajama bottoms.
His club of flesh flopped down in her hands. He was big and hung.
He might have made some other woman very happy in bed, thought Paula. Perhaps he was doing just that, without her knowing it.
Did Royce have affairs?
She suspected he did. She hoped he did-that would give her more time to follow up her own passions of the flesh.
"I want that big fat cock in my mouth, honey," she simpered. "I want to suck it!"
"Ummmm, yeah, that sounds good!"
"But we have to be real quiet I'd be so embarrassed if Gail or Jeff heard us while we were doing it!"
"Gail knows where it's at, and Jeff's a big boy now!"
"Well, it just makes me uncomfortable, that's all!"
"Honey, you worry too much!"
But he was hot for getting sucked off, she knew it had turned him on.
His hands were on her shoulders, not stroking now, but pushing, pushing down, guiding her head under the covers-
To his cock.
Her gown flopped down in front now, freed from both breasts. Blankets, sheets lifted as she slid deeper under cover.
Below the sheets and blankets it was warm, cozy.
Royce lay on his back, pajama pants down at his ankles, stiff cock jerking.
She straddled his legs. Her body was too cramped under the blankets to suck him off properly.
She pulled back the sheets and blankets. It was cooler. She could see in the dimness.
Royce was a dark male outline on a pale white fuzzy square of bed.
Paula took hold of his cock-
Nasty thing!
But she was skilled at pretending passion which she never felt for him.
She kneaded and rolled his penis in her hand. Its skin was smooth and warm. But those fat throbbing veins were rather repellent.
And those hairy, swollen balls disgusting!
Still, it would be neater and cleaner for her to suck him off than to have to spread her legs to take him inside.
Not to mention having to hold a load of his filthy semen in her precious pussy!
"Urnmmmm," Paula moaned, "I want to rub it on my face!"
"Ahhhhhh! Ummmmm ... yeah!"
Paula held the penis upright and nuzzled it. She was on her knees with her legs folded and her head forward.
Without the coverings of the blankets, she felt vulnerable, exposed.
Royce propped himself up on his elbows. He reached for her bare breasts.
He squeezed them, pinched the nipples to stiffness.
But it was a strain for him to hold himself up at that angle, and so he flopped down on his back, while the nuzzling continued.
Paula's face was moist from planting sticky wet kisses up and down the shaft.
She stuck out her tongue, licked.
The penis throbbed with a blind brute force which was frightening.
Her fingers cupped his balls, toyed with them.
"Put it in your mouth!" Royce hissed. "Ummmmm!"
Hating the cock, hating him, Paula licked her lips, parted them.
Put them over the head of the cock. "Ah!"
Royce moaned loudly, too loudly.
Paula guessed what he was up to he was probably showing off for Gail, hoping she was awake to hear the noises from the bedroom.
Hah! If he only knew what went on in that bedroom when he wasn't around!
Paula's mouth was stretched by the wide fat cock.
His cock was uncircumcised. Paula hated that, hated the nasty foreskin which she had to peel back to uncover the bullet-headed glans.
She rubbed the cock head against the roof of her mouth.
Royce's squirmings increased, as did his moans.
His hands were on her head, pushing it down to meet his cock.
She tilted her head and took some more of the staff. She pushed her head up and down, gliding her mouth back and forth on the meat.
The meant.
That's all the cock was, a piece of meat a meaty slab, fucking her face.
But she had to at least pretend passion. Otherwise, Royce's morning sulkiness and resentment would be quite unbearable!
Well, it wouldn't take long to get him off-it never did ...
His penis was now greased by her saliva. Her head bobbed up and down on his pole. Each stroke seared his cock hotter.
His hand clamped on the back of her neck, guiding the motions of her head.
He wanted to push his cock deep, deeper-
How deep did he think she could take it, anyway?!
A couple of times, his cock head jabbed the back of her throat, triggering the gag reflex, choking her.
Bastard, she thought.
Her tongue slithered under his penis, one fleshy snake licking another.
Royce panted hard now, his hips rising and falling as he powered his penis in and out of her mouth, back and forth ...
To get him off faster, she danced her fingertips lightly across his tight balls.
"Oh! Oh, God!"
His hands clawed at her as he was shaken by the first wave of orgasm.
He pulled her head down and at the same time he pushed his hips up and then suddenly she was filled with cock.
His cock head stuffed down the back of the throat.
But this was the big one, so she wrapped her mouth around the member and sucked.
Come boiled up from his balls and spurted down her throat.
Paula was already sucking.
If she didn't suck fast enough, the spurting masses of come would back up in her throat and really make her choke.
Gulp gulp gulp!
She swallowed, come coating her gullet, thick as honey-
Sure didn't taste like honey, though!
But she had conquered her revulsion at swallowing semen many, many years ago. Sucking off males was a good way to give them what they wanted without having to give much of yourself.
Her mouth milked Royce, draining his jerking cock dry.
" ... ... Ahhhhhhhhhhhh ... "
Passion peaked, satisfied, Royce slumped back on the bed, limbs untensing, relaxing ...
His cock already was wilting in her mouth, softening to semi-erection ...
Done!
Paula held his penis in her mouth for a minimal minute, then slid her lips upward, unplugging his cock from her mouth.
She knew this milking would satisfy Royce for now.
Soon, sighing, he would flop over on his side, wrap himself in blankets, and slip into a deep sleep ...
All in all, it hadn't been too painless ...
Paula waited. In another minute or two, she would get up to go to the bathroom, to gargle with mouthwash.
Well, this was all part of the drudgery of being a wife just one more nasty wifely duty, like cleaning the toilet bowls.
Not that Paula did any of the housework, or had done so for years. A maid, Marianna, came in to do that.
She did a lot of other things for Paula, too ... but that was another story.
Paula hoarded Marianna to herself, at least for now, while the fires of their hot lesbian affair blazed.
Later, when they had cooled down, and Paula had had her fill of Marianna, she would pass her along to Gail.
Gail had a taste for the dark ones, the Mediterranean types, Spanish, Italian, Greeks ... she would enjoy Marianna.
Perhaps Marianna would be passed on to the other ladies-of the Group ...
Well, Paula had performed her conjugal duties. Her husband lay drained and milked and satisfied, to annoy her no more this night.
She would sleep well, dreaming of tomorrow's Group meeting ...
Another good thing about sucking off a man, she thought, was that after she did it, the man almost never wanted to kiss after that ...
...Such, at least, were the thoughts, memories, scraps of experience which came to Paula, there in her living room.
All the ladies were seated around a big coffee table. There were armchairs and a long sofa which folded out into a bed.
It was a sofa now but not for long.
Paula's unfocused gaze sharpened, as her mind ceased wandering in thoughts of the past, and returned to the present.
Seated across from her was her sister, Gail.
Gail's chestnut brown hair was cut in bangs across the forehead, reaching down to her firm jawline on either side.
Where Paula was bronzed and athletic, Gail was pink and soft.
Gail was quite lady-like, more so even than Paula.
Gail had a delicately featured oval face, with chestnut brown eyes, a thin straight nose, pert pink lips.
Of average height, she had pear-shaped and pear-sized tits, a lean willowy form, thin waist tapering to round hips.
Gail wore a white blouse with rounded collar, string tie knotted in a bow, gray tweed skirt reaching down to her knees.
Gail was a stickler for the proprieties, and it took an unusual situation indeed for her to skip wearing an item like pantyhose.
Her skirt reached down to her knees and today, her legs were bare, not sheathed in tight flesh-colored pantyhose.
For this was a most unusual situation ...
And pantyhose was just one more superfluous garment, soon due to be shucked off and thrown on her pile of discarded finery.
When the ladies of the Group got all naked ...
Gail chatted animatedly to Tanya.
Tanya, roughly Paula's age, a few years older, was the senior member of the group.
She was a middle-European Amazon.
Hailing from Hungary, she had escaped as a young refugee when her parents fled tyrannical Soviet slave masters following the abortive '56 rising.
She looked like a ski or skating instructor. A most impressive specimen!
She was big, big-boned, larger than life. In her bare feet, she stood only a few inches below the height of six feet.
Her hair, a rich dark bronze color, was cut short, close to the scalp.
Her face was wide, heart-shaped, with high, jutting cheekbones, almost almond-shaped blue eyes, a thick nose, wide, full red lips.
She was casually dressed in an elaborately knitted ski sweater, a pair of tight jeans, and short, ankle-length boots.
Her broad shoulders stretched knitted fabric as did her big breasts. Her fine athletic tone helped .support those heavy tits.
Her torso was strong and straight, her hips were wide. Tight designer jeans hugged her impressive form.
So tight were the jeans, that they outlined her rounded pubic mound, the lips of her pussy, the full rounded globes of her rear.
Few indeed were the women her age who would have dared to wear jeans so very tight, and so very revealing.
Any lump, bump, bulge, any saddle bag or ridge of cellulite or middle aged spread, would have showed on that pair of jeans.
But there were none to show, for Tanya was in trim, terrific shape.
Paula, athletic herself, envied Tanya. But Tanya was a fanatic, one who spent countless hours in the gym, on the track, in the spa, on the Nautilus.
Recently taking up body building had increased her already Amazon outline.
Interesting case in contrasts, between Tanya and Irina.
Irina, her daughter-
Who also sat in the circle of lesbian suburban ladies.
Irina was in her late teen, but seemed maturely poised for her age, possessed of a grace and sophistication which came to adults.
She was as slight and delicate as her mother was robust, but the family resemblance was there in similar features.
Irina was slim, delicate. Her face was a long oval, with deep dark doe eyes, button nose, full sensual mouth.
Her hair was thin, fine, silky, and of a blondeness so pale that it was virtually platinum in color.
It was cropped almost boyishly close to her scalp. Only delicate facial features, feminine in the extreme, could have gotten away with such short hair.
Irina was dressed in a pink blouse. It showed a frilly lace collar and sleeves.
It was sheer, gauzy, semi-transparent-through it could be seen her lacy white bra, cupping apple-sized and shaped breasts.
Loretta rounded out the rest of the quintet.
It had formerly been a collection of six like-minded ladies.
But Maureen, sixth member of the group, a passionate red-headed, green-eyed colleen, with fat milky tits, was no longer with them today.
Maureen's husband had been transferred by his company halfway across the country, to a location in the Midwest.
Poor Maureen.
The group of ladies ached for her. No doubt she would find new attachments, new lesbian lovers, even in the Midwest.
Lesbos were everywhere!
But where would she find not one more like-minded sister of lust, but five more, like she had known in this group circle?
Maureen had promised to make many visits back here to see her old friends.
In the meantime, though, this was the first meeting of the bunch since Maureen had left, casting a pall on the proceedings.
But not that much gloom, for after all, life went on, and the fires of lust, lesbian lust, burned high in all of them.
Loretta, too, seemed abstracted, thoughtful.
She had a glorious mane of black hair, a heart-shaped face, tough but attractive, yellow-hazel eyes, ripe red lips.
She was bosomy, with a small waist, wide hips, taut thighs.
She wore a clinging pale green sweater, whose front was pushed way out, stretched by the size of her balloon-like tits.
She wore a thick dark black skirt, its hem grazing the tops of her knee-high black leather boots.
"I think it's time to call this meeting to order," Paula said.
The lesbian group had no specific leader-the lady who served as hostess for the weekly meeting also presided over it.
"Before we move on to, er, other, more intimate matters," Paula said, "we might as well take up any club business!"
"Our first concern is the most obvious," Tanya said. "There are five of us here a fifth wheel! We can work around that when we pair off "
"Sounds delicious," Gail hungered.
"But in the long run, we need a new recruit," Tanya said.
"Someone to replace Maureen," Irina said softly. "Yes!"
"The question is whom?" Paula asked. "The person we select has to be agreed on by all of us!
"Should even one member object to the recruit I was going to say, 'blackball,' but that seemed an unfortunate choice of words-but if even one of us says nay to the choice, we'll have to find a new selection.
"So, first we'll have to find someone we all can agree on!"
The ladies of the group all put their heads together, suggesting potential new members to join their circle of lust. A complicated matter!
For the new recruit must not only have brains and beauty, and attract the lustful attentions of her sister members, but she must also be the right sort.
Ultra-discreet!
For these ladies were respected members of the community, some of them wives and mothers, one of them, Irina, a young student.
Only someone who could be totally, completely trusted by all the others, never to betray them by accident or design, would be inducted.
Names were offered up and, for one reason or another, rejected.
Paula, noticing Loretta's abstention from the discussion, stared thoughtfully at her, as if trying to read her thoughts.
Paula sat with her knees together, an elbow resting on them, and her head held in the palm of her hand.
Her gaze took in Loretta's dark, voluptuous beauty:
Thick glossy hair, full and heavy, framing a heart-shaped face whose features were sharp and strikingly attractive.
Thick dark brows, over golden eyes ...
Most times, those golden eyes sparked, sparkled, blazed!
Now, their piercing gaze was hooded, heavy-lidded, turned inward.
Paula's gaze moved on, to fasten on the twin mounds thrusting out against Loretta's pale green sweater.
Heavy melons of flesh, topped with fat button nipples whose outline could be seen through the cloth.
Loretta's legs were crossed, her black skirt riding up one leg to bare her knee and the lower part of her bare thigh.
Paula knew well the delicious treasure of flesh which dwelt between Loretta's ripely rounded thighs:
A ripely rounded pubic mound, heavily furred with a bush so black and shiny as to resemble black sealskin.
A pair of full fleshy cunt lips, rosy, humid, rich with folds and furrows.
Between those pouty pussy lips:
Heaving pink membranes, capable of exuding frothy masses of some of the richest, sweetest, thickest pussy juices Paula had ever had the pleasure of lapping.
Paula had worked out down there, between those thighs of Loretta, many times.
And so had all the rest of them!
As, of course, Loretta had mouthed all of them, not once, but often.
Mutual sizzling lesbo sex was the function of the group.
"You're very silent, Loretta!" Paula said, during a lull. "Don't you have any suggestions? Any new prospects?"
Loretta shook her head, as if to clear it.
She uncrossed her legs, affording Paula, seated opposite her, a flashing glimpse up her skirt, up to her crotch.
Tight black panties made a triangle of darkness in the shadows at the tops of those rounded white thighs.
A spasm of lust shivered through Paula ... her nipples throbbed.
Loretta turned her attention on all the group.
Once more those golden eyes had their keenness bright, challenging the rest of them as, sparkling, her gaze fell on all of them in turn.
"Not only do I have a suggestion," Loretta said, "but I have a solution."
"Really!"
As if drawn together by mutual attraction, all the other lesbos leaned forward, fascinated, eager to hear.
"Anyone we know?" asked Gail.
"Yes!"
The ladies all perked up. "Who?"
"I'll do more than tell you," Loretta smiled, ripe red lips pulling back over a mouthful of strong white teeth.
"I'll show you!" she declared.
"You have a picture?" Tanya said. "A photo?"
"Yes."
Loretta rummaged through her crowded pocketbook until she found that which she had been searching for:
The photo.
"This is my candidate for our new member," she said.
She slapped the photo face-up on the coffee table.
Chairs creaked, garments rustled, rising excitement simmered in the lesbian ladies as they leaned forward to see.
Crowding each other, heads close together, they stared at the photo:
It was taken at the beach, on a sunny day, with a scrap of bright blue sky serving for the background.
Filling the photo frame was the image of a busty teen beauty.
Richly tanned to a deep golden bronze, the nubile miss was clad only in a scanty bikini, a white bikini which stood out against her tan flesh.
She was at the water's edge, white foam bubbling around her ankles.
Sleek and wet, her black hair lay flat against her scalp and down her back.
Athletic she was and stacked.
Her girl's face was heartbreakingly lovely, with strong direct features.
Her breasts were heavy mounds, her torso was shaped like an hourglass, a small waist flaring out into wide thighs.
Even in the photo, the buttons of her nipples could be seen pressing against the sleek soaked white triangles of her bikini top.
Her body shone with wetness, the girl having just emerged from the water.
Lesbian lust in the others was matched with rising astonishment.
"That THAT'S your candidate, Loretta?! " Gail gasped.
"Yes!"
Paula said, shocked, excited: "B-but but that's your daughter, Julie."
"Yes!" Loretta said. "Julie's ready for us-and we're ready for her!"
CHAPTER TWO
Now that the time had come for Loretta to turn out her own daughter to her lesbian sisters, the big bosomy brunette could not help but think of that time, long ago, when she herself had been initiated.
Not initiated into the group-
Initiated into lesbian lust!
A long time ago, it was ...
Why, when it first happened, Loretta had been even younger than Julie was now!
Never could she forget that first, frenzied experience of all-female lust ...
It had been when Loretta, in her early teens, was staying for an extended summer visit with her mother's sister-
Aunt Beatrice ...
It seemed like only a moment ago, in Loretta's mind, as she recalled the experience . ...
"Ah-hah!"
Aunt Beatrice crowed in triumph, standing outlined in the open doorway of the upstairs bathroom, whose door she had just flung open.
"Aunt Bea!" Loretta gasped. "What oh, no!"
"Caught you! Caught you with your panties down, you wicked girl!" It was true literally.
Loretta, a hot young teen miss, had been caught with her panties down.
It was a sultry summer day, in the middle of the afternoon. No breeze blew through the screened, open window of the bathroom.
Loretta, young though she was, was ripe ... ripe, and juicy.
Her face was girlish, with some traces of baby fat obscuring the fine strong features of the adult face which would someday emerge.
But her body was that of a woman.
Loretta wore a red T-shirt and a pair of beige Bermuda shorts and sandals. Or almost wore them!
The T-shirt, limp with sweat, was rolled up her front, above her tits. She held her chin snuggled down to hold it in place.
Her white bra already she took an adult size C-cup (and, when adult, would have graduated to awesome D-cup status) was unhooked.
Having her bra opened at the back had allowed young Loretta to pull down her bra in front, baring one breast.
One white bra cup was still fitted over a rounded breast globe, seams straining from the load, a fat nipple outlined under it.
But the other tit was nakedly exposed.
Its bra cup, pulled off the tit, was rolled in a thick line of fabric which was jammed under her tit, pushing it up still plumper.
Her skin was richly tanned Loretta had always taken well to summer sun but her tits of course were milky white.
Her body was golden, but her tits' milky whiteness showed the shape of the bathing suit which had stood between her skin and the sun.
But her nipple was dark brown-
Darker now than ever, dark with arousal, dark with swollen throbbing, sore and yet sweetly tingly from the handling she had given it.
Her hand left hand (her right hand was even busier, or had been, before Aunt Bea barged in) held her bare tit.
Her pinching fingers were fastened on the nipple, pinching, pulling it.
She sat on the toilet seat, bare pink-white ass pressing against the smooth white plastic seat.
Now sticky with sweat oozing from a pair of squirming buttocks.
Her sandals, kicked off, crowded at the edge of the tub opposite her, while her Bermuda shorts were down at her ankles.
Along with her panties.
A pair of flimsy white cotton panties.
The day's simmering heat had soaked the panties limp with girl-sweat ... but more than sweat moistened those panties.
For their slightly soiled inner crotch was richly saturated with her pussy juices, which had oozed into them.
Those panties now stretched from ankle to ankle.
Loretta's knees were spread wide apart, opening her taut thighs, thighs shinily glistening with sweat.
Of course, her thighs had to be open wide ... considering what she was doing.
Namely, playing with her pussy!
Not even playing-"playing" is too mild a description for what Loretta did. She was working!
Working her fingers on and in her dripping pussy, stroking it hard-
Or at least she had been, before Aunt Bea barged in!
She had been sure that Aunt Bea was still on the phone, downstairs. But sometime while Loretta had come in here, taken down shorts and panties, and gone to work, her crafty aunt had slipped upstairs.
Slipped upstairs on silent feet, unheard by busily-masturbating Loretta.
Loretta had been off in a world of her own, eyes squeezed shut, dark lashes fluttering, red color glowing in her face.
Lips open, mouth panting, as she squeezed and teased a stiff nipple, and stroked her seething pussy at the same time.
Her pussy lips were already full, despite her youth, while her bush was a thick black patch of hair.
Loretta bloomed early, and by this tender age, she was ripely, juicily nubile.
Some of those juices were smeared on her pussy, and some on the fingers which had been busy playing with that pussy.
Then--
Without warning, the bathroom door was flung open by Triumphant Aunt Bea.
No locks on the bathroom door no lock on the room where Loretta slept.
But she had been so sure Aunt Bea was downstairs ! !
Aunt Bea was a husky, bosomy middle-aged widow, a plumper version of Loretta's busty mother who had sent her here for that extended stay.
Loretta had gotten in trouble back home, with an older boy. Nothing serious, thank God not THAT kind of trouble!
But Loretta's mom fully intended to break up that unsavory relationship.
And so, much against her will, Loretta had been packed off to stay with her Aunt Beatrice, a far distance from home.
Aunt Bea, middle-aged, had reddish-brown hair coiffed in a stiff sprayed bouffant, a wide sensual greedy thick featured face.
Her body was busty, full-figured, womanly in the extreme.
Now, as she stood framed in the open doorway, her lushly curved body filling up the space, her brows lifted in mock astonishment.
Her brows were plucked and tweezed, forming thin arches, which lifted high now at sight of Loretta, caught in the act.
Loretta was frozen in place, frozen on this sweltering day.
Loretta's left hand was fastened to her bare tit, fingers still pinching the swollen brown stiff nipple.
Her wet right hand wet with her juices-pressed her pussy. "Well!"
"Oh, no!! ! Aunt Bea!"
Aunt Bea rested her hands on wide hips. Covering her full form was a loosefitting short sleeved dress, reaching down to her knees.
"Loretta, what are you doing?! "
Loretta, freed from momentary shocked paralysis, reacted.
Her right hand leaped off her pussy as if scalded, while her left did the same at her breast, leaping away from it.
She leaned far forward, tits pressing the tops of thighs which she clapped closed to hide the sight of her naked pussy.
But Aunt Bea had already seen those dark cunt lips, glistening with the sticky juices which coated it.
Coated Loretta's fingers, too.
Loretta realized that, when she saw the wetness shining on those fingers.
Gasping, she jerked her hand down but there was no hiding.
Loretta was seized with a wrenching need to really go to the bathroom, instead of just pretending, as she had done when she actually came in here to masturbate.
Aunt Bea loomed larger, her ripe flesh supported and suspended and girdled by the undergarments below her faded print dress.
Her low-heeled shoes scuffed on the bare linoleum of the bathroom floor. She came closer and closer, filling Loretta's vision.
Loretta squirmed.
She fought to keep control of her bladder. If she didn't, she would piss herself right here, in fear at getting caught.
Fear, shame, guilt, shock-
All showed in her face, one emotion replacing the other in quick succession.
Aunt Bea folded her forearms over her heavy bosom.
"Loretta, I asked you a question WHAT are you doing?! "
"L I, I "
"Take a deep breath, young lady, and get hold of yourself, for heaven's sake!"
Aunt Bea's double chin jiggled as she chuckled, "Although I suppose the term, 'lady,' doesn't really fit in this context!"
"I I was using the toilet, Aunt Bea!"
"Really?"
Aunt Bea's voice was richly droll. She arched an eyebrow.
"Don't lie, Loretta, it's not polite! I know EXACTLY what you were doing!"
"Oh, God!"
Waves of humiliation, pouring out from Loretta, crushed her. Her head bowed. Moist tears tingled in her burning eyes.
"Now, tell me, Loretta what were you doing?"
"You you know!"
"Yes, I know, but I want to hear you say it!"
"I was ... I was "
Shame choked her, so she could not continue.
"Say it, Loretta!"
"God! I'm so ashamed!"
She wouldn't cry, she wouldn't!
But big fat burning tears welled up, and when she moistly blinked, they overflowed and dribbled down the burning cheeks of her face.
Then she tried, half-blinded by tears, to stuff her naked tit back into the bra cup, but was unable to do so.
The bra cup was rolled and she couldn't unroll it, her fingers were thick and clumsy and she couldn't-
"No."
Aunt Bea gripped Loretta's wrist, pulled her hand away from the bare tit she sought so unsuccessfully to cover.
And all the while, that stiff nipple kept on jutting, sticking way out, insolently and achingly, unwilling to subside!
"Keep your hands to yourself, Loretta!"
"I was just trying to cover up!"
"I like you better uncovered, the way you are now!"
How true that was!
And Loretta would discover unsuspected dimensions of truth in that simple statement of Aunt Bea's, that she preferred her niece naked rather than clothed.
But such sexual overtones and innuendos were far from Loretta's stunned mind.
She squirmed only with the shame of being caught.
Aunt Bea shifted her grip to Loretta's upper arm. As she leaned over, her heavy tits loomed huge in front of Loretta's face.
"Get up!"
"But Aunt Bea "
"Don't try my patience, Loretta! Get up!"
Tears blurring her vision, running down her face, Loretta groped at her ankles for her panties, her shorts ...
"What are you doing, Loretta?"
"My shorts "
"Oh, no! Just come as you are."
"But Auntie, please!"
"You wanted to take off your clothes! Well, off they will stay! After all, Loretta, I'm only giving you what you wanted!"
"No, I don't want to! Please, Aunt Bea, let me put on my clothes!"
"I wonder what your mother will have to say about about all this!"
Meaning by "all this!" Loretta's fevered naked masturbation.
"Aunt Bea! You wouldn't tell Mother!"
"She's only a phone call away," Aunt Bea said, not relinquishing her grip on Loretta's upper arm, a tight grip.
"No, don't! Please!"
"I'm sure she'd be so very interested in hearing how her daughter spends her spare time during her visit to her aunt!"
"Oh, God, please, Aunt Bea, don't tell!"
It was not that Loretta so feared her mother's wrath, as she feared the complete and total humiliation should Mother learn the nature of her daughter's offense.
Loretta's tears flowed freely now, as she babbled like a child.
But she wasn't a child, she was a young woman with a young woman's ripe flesh and hot, thick, ready juices.
Aunt Bea knew that ...
"Don't tell," Loretta pleaded. "I'll do anything you say, only don't tell!"
"If you don't want me to tell your mother on you, then YOU had better start learning, right now, how to do what you are told!"
"You you won't tell?"
"That depends entirely on you, Loretta. Now get up and leave your shorts and panties on the floor!"
Shamed, but submissive, this time Loretta followed the physical guidance of Aunt Bea's hand on her arm, helping her up.
Sweat plastered her ripe buttocks to the seat, so Loretta's bottom flesh came free of it with a sticky, adhesive sound.
Humiliating-
But no more so than the rest!
Loretta stood, shakily. Her legs were bent at the knees. They were rubbery, and the knees knocked together.
Loretta tried to keep her thighs closed, hiding her pussy.
Her shorts and panties were down at her feet.
"Just step out of them, Loretta! You won't need them now!"
Blinking tears from her eyes, wiping them with the back of the hand unheld by Aunt Bea, Loretta obeyed.
The shorts turned inside out, but came free from her feet, panties, too.
"Just leave them there," Aunt Bea said crisply. "You can get them later!"
Holding the girl firmly, Aunt Bea marched her out of the bathroom.
The hall was heavy with heat, bright with hot yellow sunlight.
Gasping, Loretta bent low, clasping her hand over her pussy.
"Come along!"
"But Aunt Bea, somebody will see me."
"Nonsense! Nobody lives within a half-mile of the house! Come along."
"Ohhhhhhhh!"
Stumbling with shame, Loretta lurched forward, marched down the hall by her aunt.
Loretta's right breast began working free of her bra, the bra being opened. The heavy jiggling tit began working its way loose.
"Where where are we going?" Loretta gasped.
"My room," said Aunt Bea.
Aunt Bea's room was hotter than the rest of the house, due to the curtains which covered the open, screened windows.
The room was dim, not flooded with yellow light like the rest of the upper floor. It was dim, shadowy, filled with soft fuzzy shadow.
Tingling in Loretta's flaring nostrils was a heavy sweet scent, some sort of perfume or air freshener she used.
Filling the dim room was a mass of furniture too old to be stylish, yet too new to be antique.
The furniture was heavy, overstuffed, oversized:
Chest of drawers, big table, thickly cushioned armchair, vanity table and bench-And a bed.
Young Loretta's pink flesh glistened in the dimness.
Her flesh quivered.
"Take off the rest of your clothes!"
"But Aunt Bea, why?! "
"Because you don't want me to tell your mother on you, that's why!"
Aunt Bea let go of Loretta, giving the girl a free hand to undress.
"Hurry up, snap to it! Time's a-wasting ... "
At least the curtains were down in this room, and Loretta didn't have to endure the shame of passing naked before open windows.
But what next?
Her vision was obscured when she pulled her T-shirt off. She felt trapped for the instant her head was covered.
While all the rest of her ripe young body was beautifully bare.
Hastily she shucked off her top. And what was left of her bra, which was unhooked and open and off her tits.
She held the garments bunched in her hand, looking for a place to put them.
"Give me those!"
Deftly, firmly, Aunt Bea took the garments and put them on top of a dresser.
Loretta shrank into herself, as best as she was able which was not much, considering the fullness of her flesh.
Adding to her shame was the fact that her nipples were stiff, and that juices glistened on the pussy she had played with.
She couldn't help but hold her hands in the vicinity of her crotch, not touching, but shielding the naked bush and cunt.
She held her arms in front of her tits, covering her nipples, too.
Aunt Bea closed the bedroom door, and locked it. Except for the front and back entrances to the house, it was the only room in the house whose door locked.
Aunt Bea liked her privacy, but cared little for the privacy of others.
Covering the big old-fashioned brass bed was a lightweight summer spread and some fresh clean sweet-smelling sheets.
Aunt Bea's big breasts strained against her dress as she leaned over from the waist to take down the spread.
She pulled spread and sheets down to the foot of the bed, then straightened up.
"Get in bed, Loretta!"
"Uh excuse me, ma'am?! "
"Get in bed, now!"
Flustered, Loretta could only assume that Aunt Bea had concocted some variation of humiliating punishment for her.
like making her go to bed in the middle of the afternoon.
"Move!"
Her sharp voice made Loretta jump.
Awkwardly, her fresh young form stiff with strain, tension, Loretta got into bed from the side opposite Aunt Bea.
The clean sheets smelled fresh, felt cool against her skin, smooth skin now clammy with sweat.
She sat in bed, legs closed over her pussy, her fluffy bush protruding out of the tops of her round thighs.
Standing at the bedside, arms folded across her massive bosom, Aunt Bea loomed large, a hovering presence in thick warm dimness.
"Now, then," Bea said, "go back to what you were doing!"
"I I don't understand!"
"You did it well enough in the bathroom! Now, do it here!"
"Do what?! "
"Play with your pretty little pussy."
"Aunt Bea!"
"Don't take that shocked, righteous tone with me, my girl! It won't hold after all, I saw EXACTLY what you were doing in there!
"Well, now you're in my room, and I want you to do it again EXACTLY!"
"Y-you ... you want me to, to oh, I can't even say it!"
"Don't try to fool me, missy! You were eager enough for it in there all right, I'm going to allow you to have just what you wanted!"
"Really, Aunt Bea, I don't want to do it!" SMACK!
Aunt Bea slapped Loretta-not hard, but enough to sting. What's more, the blow had devastating psychological effects on Loretta.
She was stunned. The side of her face burned where the slap struck.
"No more nonsense!" Bea pronounced. "Do as I say!"
"Owwwwww!"
Loretta cried out, wincing from the tight grip with which Aunt Bea suddenly clutched her wrists.
"There!" Aunt Bea said. "One hand here, and one hand here!"
She pressed Loretta's left hand hard against her own bare tits, and pressed the other hand down to the girl's thighs.
"Open your legs!"
"No, Aunt Bea, don't!"
"Aunt Bea wedged open Loretta's legs, exposing her dark bush, her rosy pussy lips.
She pressed Loretta's hand against the girl's quivering crotch.
"Now, touch yourself," Aunt Bea crooned in a hissing whisper. "Touch your boobies and your hot little pussy!
"Play with them just like you were doing in the bathroom!"
For some squirming seconds, Aunt Bea moved Loretta's hands like a puppeteer, her hands on top of the girl's guiding her.
She squeezed Loretta's hand closed on her tit, palpitating it.
Then she rubbed Loretta's fingers up and down the girl's pussy.
After some seconds of this, Bea took her hands off the girl's.
"Don't stop!" she warned. "Keep busy touching yourself!"
No contest this was no battle of wills!
Aunt Bea was a mature adult woman who knew exactly what she wanted, while Loretta was a fresh young thing, psychologically devastated by being caught in the act of playing with her pussy.
An act she had been forced to repeat, to reenact in front of her aunt, in what the girl assumed was some sort of punishment ritual.
No doubt Aunt Bea thought that this would cure her niece of masturbatory tendencies, by shaming her with the act.
Aunt Bea wouldn't budge ...
Talk about getting the psychological jump on somebody! Why, Loretta was too shamed even to meet her aunt's fierce glare!
Whimpering, sniffling her nose ran-Loretta obeyed.
Choking back a sob, she rubbed her fingers up and down her pussy lips, taking no pleasure in what she was doing.
"Close your eyes!"
"Ex-excuse me, ma'am?! "
"Close your eyes and keep them closed!"
"Y-yes, Aunt Bea!"
Actually, it was a relief in a way for Loretta to be allowed to close her eyes, since it allowed her some small distance from this excruciating humiliation.
She really wasn't playing with herself at all ... she was just going through the motions, doing what Aunt Bea had told her to do.
But her nipples were still stiff, and her pussy lips were ultra-sensitive, and even a weak touch of her fingers on them created sensations.
Tears clung to thick moist fluttering lashes, oozing out from closed eyes, dribbling down her red cheeks.
The floorboards creaked ... was Aunt Bea moving away?
"Don't stop!"
Well, that answered that!
Sounds hissed and shifted in the room, rustling whispers which preyed on Loretta's imagination, slowing the already slow stroking of her fingers on her pussy ...
"Don't look," Aunt Bea said. "Don't open your eyes until I tell you to do so!"
More rustlings sounds issued from the direction of Aunt Bea, along with the impression of motion, purposeful motion ...
Then-
Aunt Bea's soft moist hand fell on the girl's bare shoulder. "Loretta ... "
Loretta's eyes flickered open then widened in pure amazement! Aunt Bea was nude!
"Aunt Bea! Where where are your clothes?! "
Silly question!
Her clothes were behind her, on top of the dresser where she had put them down. Now, she was as naked as her niece!
Naked and hot, and fleshy, voluptuously rounded, her masses of flesh, big pendulous tits, ample middle, wide bottom, all jiggling.
Quivering with wanting, with desire!
Desire for female flesh!
Loretta's flesh!
Aunt Bea's matronly face was transformed into a glowing mask of leering lust.
Her dark eyes smoldered. Ripe red lips, so moist and glimmering that they looked painted on, were parted hungrily.
Her skin was milky white. The hands, arms, and face were a few shades darker, from where summer sunlight touched them.
But the rest of her body was all creamy, milky white.
Her tits?
Melons they were, melons of flesh, huge, creamy, jiggling, tipped with fat button nipples, stiff now, brown.
The rings of flesh surrounding the nipples were wide as sand dollars. The nipples themselves, puckered, throbbing, were pebbles of flesh.
Her hips swelled outward like the body of a viola, wide white hips whose center was thatched with a thick and glossy bush of black fur.
Aunt Bea climbed into bed beside the stunned stricken niece.
Aunt Bea stood on her knees on the mattress, sinking deep into them, as her clutching hands reached for her niece ...
"Aunt Aunt Bea, what are you doing?! "
"You're too old to spank," Bea purred, "and too hot to be left on your own! So, I'm going to show you what a bed is REALLY for!"
It couldn't be! It just couldn't!
But it was Aunt Bea hungered for the fine-grained velvet flesh of her nubile niece, and she meant to have it all, right now!
To make sure there could be no mistake, Aunt Bea reached out, clasped her hand on the back of Loretta's neck.
She pulled Loretta's head, her gasping face, right to her tits.
Into, and between them for Loretta's head was wedged between a pair of swollen bazooms, engulfing her with creamy buttery tit flesh.
"Yes," Aunt Bea exulted, "I'm going to teach you all about the ways of pleasure between two women rather, between a woman and a girl!"
Strange, perverse passion!
Yet even as her heart leapt into her mouth, and she shivered with unholy lust, Loretta knew that she could deny her aunt nothing-nothing!
CHAPTER THREE
When Aunt Bea's massive stiff-nippled tits loomed up in front of young Loretta's face, the girl was quite overcome-
With lust!
The tits ballooned forward, big meaty mounds of creamy white flesh, jiggling with their own excess of abundance, white and shining.
Those nipples were so stiff and solid that they looked almost raw in their size and dark, throbbing fullness.
Instinctively, Loretta pulled back, not in revulsion, for she was quite entranced by the sight, but just as a natural reaction.
Which was why Aunt Bea wisely had clamped her hand on the back of Loretta's neck, holding that head in place.
The tits loomed up, filling Loretta's bleary-eyed field of vision, the nipples looked ready to poke her in the eye.
Loretta's mouth opened in a gasping O shape-
Aunt Bea's nipple throbbed against her face, then slid over her lips and popped into Loretta's gasping mouth.
The upper part of the tit mound pressed Loretta's face over her mouth, rolling fat tit flesh over her nose, her eyes.
A thin coating of sticky sweat covered the tits. It met and mingled with the cold sweat on the girl's face.
Aunt Bea stuffed her right nipple and a considerable amount of its surrounding tit flesh-into Loretta's mouth.
Loretta's moan was muffled with tit flesh.
Aunt Bea lay on her side alongside Loretta in bed, her forearm circling the back of the head, pressing Loretta's face closer.
Loretta's skin tingled where Bea's moist flesh contacted it, tingled and seethed.
Aunt Bea was rather forceful. Loretta felt the strength of her arm.
"You're a big girl, Loretta," Aunt Bea breathily murmured. "A big girl!"
She took hold of one of Loretta's rounded tits and kneaded it.
"Yes, a big girl," Bea murmured, "big where it counts, too! Just like me! . . .Well, not quite so big as I am, of course!
"But you're already a woman in body, and when you get your growth, you'll be a big gal, all right it runs in the family!
"Bigness isn't all that runs in the family," she continued, "at least, not on the female side of the family and that's the only side that counts!
"But we've got more than bigness in common, we womenfolk, yes, sir! And you just suck on my fat tit, and I'll tell you!"
While she spoke, Bea's hands moved over the flesh of Loretta.
She squeezed, kneaded first one quivering tit, then the other. Especially she concentrated on the stiff nipples.
Bea's hand moved upward, to stroke Loretta's tangled, sweat-damp mane of hair, smoothing it against the scalp.
"Yes, you're a big girl," Bea continued, "but not so big that you can't make good use of a mouthful of my fine tit!
"But just don't let it sit in your mouth, darlin', while you do nothing! You're going to suck Auntie's tit, yes you are!
"Come on, now, girl, don't be shy! . . .You sure weren't shy about playing with your hot little pussy in the bathroom!
"Now, I'm going to show you some new games and teach you how to play them! I'm sure you'll have a natural aptitude for them!"
Bea stroked Loretta under the chin, coaxing:
"Come on, now, put your mouth to it and suck, honey!"
Her thick fingers tightened on one of Loretta's nipple, squeezing.
Loretta moaned. Her mouth moved on the tit, pressing it with her lips. Her mouth was filled with tit.
She kept her eyes closed. Somehow, it was easier with her eyes closed. Not that she could see too much when they were open, thanks to the heavy weight of Aunt Bea's tits flopping in front of her face.
"Yes, you suck my fat titty, and I'll tell you a story, Loretta! Now, go on ... go ahead, suck it ... that's a good girl!"
There was something about having that tit filling her mouth with its fat nipple which Loretta found vaguely comforting.
She had been rocked by a series of emotional shocks and upheavals. Her head spun, her senses whirled, she was unsure of what was what.
In all her confusion, Aunt Bea's tit was something to hold on to, a sort of solid fleshy anchor for her to cling to.
And she clung to it tightly, with her mouth.
"Ummmm, yes, that's a good girl!" Bea sighed. "Use that tongue of yours, too! Rub my tit with it aaah, yes, that's nice!
"And now, while you're sucking, hon, I'll tell you who's who and what's what!"
Loretta was completely limp, her body relaxed to what seemed like bonelessness, except for her sucking mouth.
She was drained she didn't want to have to think any more or anything, she was content to do as she was told.
Between her legs, her taut pink thighs pressed her quivering pussy, the inside of which seemed filled with hot, dripping honey.
And ... Aunt Bea?
Was she in a similar state?
"Yes, you're growing up fast now, Loretta-hmmmm, 'Loretta' is kind of a mouthful to say, I mean! Think I'll call you Lori for short, yes, that's it, I'll call you Lori! Well, you're growing fast, Lori, and it's time you learned the facts of life! . . .No, not those facts of life about the birds and the bees, about boys and girls from what I've heard, you know a bit too much in that direction already! No, I mean the facts of life where women are concerned!
"Women and girls! You're too old to be wasting your time playing with your pretty pussy all by yourself!
"And it's too much trouble, too messy, to have the boys playing with it! But there's another, better way to get your sugar!
"You've never been with another girl, have you, Lori?"
"Um-ummmm ... "
"No, of course you haven't! And of course you haven't been with a woman, either or, I should say, especially!
"But I'm going to change all of that!"
Aunt Bea pulled her tit away from Loretta's mouth.
"Just ease up on my titty, Lori greedy little devil, ain't you?! Don't worry, darlin', I won't deprive you!
"I just want you to suck my other tit, that's all! For starters, that is!"
Pop!
Bea's right tit flopped free from Loretta's mouth. Loretta's eyelids fluttered open. She saw Aunt Bea's saliva-dripping tit.
Aunt Bea cupped her unsucked left tit, rolling more on her side to bring the other tit in line with Loretta's mouth.
Its dry nipple glided across Loretta's sticky wet face and across her lips and into the steamy maw of her mouth.
Loretta closed her eyes closed her lips on a fat, throbbing nipple.
"You just suck that one good and hard, dear!"
Loretta closed her eyes and resumed sucking.
"You're a hot little thing, yes you are! You're gonna thank me, Lori I'm gonna teach you a whole new way of loving!"
Aunt Bea's hands fluttered up and down Loretta's flesh, sliding, stroking it with long gliding caresses.
Aunt Bea finally freed her tit from Loretta's mouth. Her sweaty palms pressed, took hold of the girl's smooth shoulders.
She rolled Loretta on her back on the bed. Now her head floated over Loretta's tits, which her hands took hold of.
Loretta moaned, when both Aunt Bea's hands closed on her tits.
Aunt Bea clutched them, one in each hand, their stiff nipples protruding from the tops of her hands.
She kneaded the fleshy mounds, massaging them.
"You're a healthy specimen, all right!" Aunt Bea chuckled. "You sure got your growth on you, no doubt about that!"
Her thick, oily fingers rolled over stiffly protruding nipples. Each time one of them was pressed, Loretta moaned.
Loretta moaned many times. Each moan was deeper, more sighing, more prolonged, coming from deeper within.
"Doesn't that feel nice?"
"Y-yes, Aunt Bea ... "
"Yes." Aunt Bea nodded. "Yes. Such a pleasure to handle such fine tits as these, they feel so smooth, yet so firm ... "
Soft creamy tit flesh oozed in her kneading, manipulating fingers.
"Such pretty nipples!" Aunt Bea exclaimed. "I simply must kiss them!"
Her head lowered, her lips puckered, her mouth fastened on a nipple. She kissed each nipple many times.
Her lips were caressing velvet massaging the nipples. From between those parted lips emerged a licking tongue.
"Oh!"
Aunt Bea's head waggled as her tongue slithered back and forth over the nipple. The sensations thereby generated were most arousing ...
"I'll have a mouthful of you, sweetie," Aunt Bea chuckled. "A mouthful, and more!"
Squeezing the tit, she made its nipple protrude all the more, and then she took it in her mouth.
Her lips glued to the tit, taking Loretta's nipple in her mouth.
There was something breathless and hissing in Loretta's sighs as the mouth worked on her nipple.
Clutching lips, caressing tongue ... it was all quite overwhelming.
Aunt Bea's hand made its way down Loretta's front.
Her flesh tingled where the fingers did the walking down across her taut tummy, circling her concave navel ...
Down to her lower abdomen, then to the moist curly patch of her sweat-soaked bush, her soft bush, fondling it.
Loretta's pussy lips quivered in anticipation of the touch ...
But, teasingly, Bea's fingers detoured around her slitted sex, and moved down to the smooth, rounded tops of her thighs.
Sucking Loretta's nipples, she stroked her thighs.
The thighs were pressed closed more in anxiety than anything else.
Bea's plump hand pressed the juncture of the thighs and wedged into them, parting them. Loretta responded to the touch.
Her thighs parted, exposing her pussy.
Aunt Bea's fingers pressed down on Loretta's crotch, covering it, stroking, sliding.
The combination of having her tit sucked and her pussy fingered was delicious!
Loretta's buttocks tightened, as she rocked her hips back and forth, responding to the slowly increasing slide of Bea's fingers on her flesh.
Bea pressed her middle finger lengthwise down the slit.
Juices bubbled up to meet her, as she worked the finger in between the pussy lips, spreading them to the sides.
She worked the finger back and forth, up and down, generating waves of heat which bubbled up in boiling juices.
Loretta's stiff nipple was freed from Aunt Bea's sucking mouth.
"Oh!" the girl moaned. "Oh, don't stop!"
"Stop?"
Aunt Bea chuckled with the smug superiority of one who knows the next move in a game whose outcome is unforseen by novices such as Loretta.
"Stop?! " Bea repeated. "How little you know me, dear! And how little you know yourself! I couldn't, wouldn't stop and neither can you!"
Loretta propped herself on her elbows, raising herself up.
"What what are you going to do, Aunt Bea?! "
"Something I daresay you've never done before, Lori, or had done to you! But once you've had it, you'll never be satisfied with any so-called 'normal' loving!"
Aunt Bea gathered herself up in bed, udder-like tits flopping, then dangling all stiff-nippled as she got on her hands and knees.
Reaching out, she put a hand on Loretta's shoulder, pressing her down so she lay once more flat on the bed.
"No need for you to move, Lori! You're fine right where you are, which is namely flat on your back! And when I get done with you, you'll really be flat on your back!"
Fat tits swayed and shook as Aunt Bea moved on the bed. Her big masses of soft, creamy flesh jiggled as she moved into position.
For a short span of time, her back, and backside, faced Loretta.
Big ripely rounded ass cheeks, all white, glistening with sweat, the cheeks spreading, sliding, as she crawled.
Under those rounded ass globes lay a pair of fat, blubbery pussy lips, dark and thick and sticky, with masses of dark black hair surrounding them.
Was Aunt Bea crawling off the bed?
No she was only going to the foot of the bed, to Loretta's feet. Then Bea turned, reversing position, once more facing the teen.
Bea's rounded knees dug deep into the yielding mattress. Facing Loretta frontally as she now did, she presented a thick black bush framed by wide white hips.
Hands reached out, taking hold of Loretta's ankles, like Bea seized the twin ends of a wishbone at Sunday dinner.
She pulled the ankles to the sides, spreading Loretta's legs wide open.
Bea inched forward, walking on her knees, getting on the mattress between those spread legs, sitting back on her heels.
Her rump rested on the backs of her heels, bottom flesh oozing and spreading off. Her thighs were rounded white columns, shiny with sweat.
Aunt Bea rested her hands on the tops of Loretta's thighs and stroked them, sliding them up and down, caressing them.
Aunt Bea's hand moved inward, to fall lightly on Loretta's crotch.
Loretta wriggled her hips, rubbing her pussy against Bea's outstretched fingers.
"You naughty thing!"
Bea flashed Loretta a saucy, conspiratorial wink, as if Loretta's action in rubbing her pussy against Bea's hand could only confirm all the suspicions she harbored that the girl was a greedy, pleasure-loving sensualist.
Which Loretta was ... as was Bea.
As the saying goes, it took one greedy sensualist Bea to know another:
Loretta.
Bea pressed the tip of her middle finger into Loretta's slitted pussy lips and pushed it in.
Loretta gasped when entered by the finger, but made no move to withdraw.
Bea sank the finger in deep and wriggled it around, juices sloshing.
"You're no virgin," she declared.
"No ... "
"You must tell me all about it," Bea said. "Later, that is!"
Bea worked her finger back and forth, in and out, while Loretta grew progressively more breathless, red-faced, gasping.
"I'm going to ask you some questions, Lori, and you must answer them all, truthfully!"
Loretta nodded her head, signifying assent.
Bea inquired:
"Dear girl, have you ever sucked cock?" Loretta was silent except for some deep sighs.
"Did you ever take a male member in your mouth and suck it, dear? You must answer, little darling, you really must!"
Bea worked her finger more forcefully inside
Loretta.
"Uh, yes," Loretta mumbled. "A couple of times!"
"I thought you might have," Bea said. "And why not? It's a good way to satisfy the greedy male boors without having to spread for them!
"But what I must know now dear, is whether any of your boyfriends ever returned the favor in kind!
"Which is to say did any boy ever put his mouth down here?"
When saying the word, "here," Bea shoved her finger deep in Loretta's steamy pussy, leaving no doubt as to the area she meant.
"No!" Loretta blurted out, reacting as much to the digital action as to this most intimate of questions.
Aunt Bea smiled.
"No, of course not! Isn't that just like a man! They'll stuff their big fat cocks down your throat, choking half the life and nearly all the breath out of a girl, but will they bother to put their precious mouths between a girl's legs, and take care of her pleasure, for a change?
"Not on your life!" Bea continued, answering her own question.
"Well, so much the better for us," Bea smirked. "No sense in casting out pearls before swine, if you know what I mean!
"If the men can't be bothered with pleasuring a lady where it counts the most, well, so much the worse for them!
"But, you see, Loretta, only another female could know just how and where and how much a girl wants to be touched between the legs!"
Aunt Bea withdrew her finger from within Loretta, a finger coated now with the thickest, the stickiest of juices.
She held the finger up in front of her face, under her nose. Her nostrils flared when she took a deep, savoring sniff of the scent of sex.
Her rouged lips cracked into a smile.
"How sweet you smell, Lori!"
She glided her tongue up and down her finger, tasting Loretta's juices.
"And how divine you taste, dear!"
Lowering her head down to Loretta's quivering juicy crotch, Bea mumbled:
"Good enough to eat!"
CHAPTER FOUR
Having been done, Loretta would now learn to do ...
Having been mouthed to a wrenching, devastating orgasm, Loretta now must return the favor and reciprocate the pleasure.
She must now mouth Aunt Bea's pussy!
A sweltering, thick-lipped cunt, which was now demandingly poised over Loretta's head, hovering some inches only above her mouth.
Not so very long ago and yet, to Loretta's dazed mind, it seemed like ages! but in real time, not so very long ago, Aunt Bea had done something startling.
She had turned Loretta on, with her arts of woman-love, turned her on using her lips and tongue, her sinful, experienced mouth.
Nothing in Loretta's limited experience had prepared her for what happened!
Yes, Loretta had been fucked before, by boys--
No boy had ever made her body come alive and sing the way Bea had!
She had been fucked by boys, not so many, only a couple that she really liked. But none of them had been anything special.
The longest she had fucked been fucked-was for five feverish minutes in the back seat of a Rocket 88.
The real rocket was of course the rod of hungry flesh rising up from between her horny boyfriend's legs.
His jeans and shorts were pulled down to his knees, so he was bare between the bottom of his shirt and the tops of his knees.
And she was on her back, trying to fit her long length in the back seat of the car. She was a big girl, but it was a big car, too.
That car had red vinyl seat covers. Loretta had been on her back with her blouse open and her skirt up and her panties down.
It was dim, humid in the back seat. The boy was a looming shadowy presence. Heat radiated from his bare flesh.
His breathing was hoarse, rasping in the closed confines of the car.
Loretta's blouse was unbuttoned and her bra pulled down so her tit was uncovered, pushed up by the the rolled bra.
One tit remained securely stuffed in its bra cup. The other, bare tit jutted out of the blouse's open front.
Her skirt was rolled up to her waist, baring her below.
Loretta lay on her back with her neck tilted and the back of her head resting on the padded armrest of the rear door.
One foot of her spread legs rested on the car floor. The other foot was up on the seat, while the boyfriend knelt between them.
In the dimness, his cock loomed up like a torpedo of flesh.
Panting, gasping, he gripped his cock and lowered down on her.
He squirmed over her. Looking over his back, where sweat plastered his shirt down, she caught sight of his bare ass cheeks.
Something prodded her between the legs, nudging her pussy lips.
His stiff cock!
The boyfriend took hold of himself, clutching his cock. He groaned as he fumbled at the entry, cock head pressing pussy flesh.
He seemed to have some trouble finding the right angle of entry. Loretta squirmed down, trying to assist him.
At last, more by lucky fumbling than by expertise, his cock head located the proper angle of entry.
Loretta realized he was little more experienced than she.
He moaned when the petal lips of her pussy parted, and his seething cock head was stuffed inside her.
She was wet ... still, it was a tight fit.
When he was partly in, he lowered down on her, stuffing his cock in her.
It was tight ... he crammed his cock in with short jabbing strokes.
Loretta's sweaty, writhing buttocks squeaked against the red vinyl car seat as she humped his cock into her.
Then he was on top of her, and in her.
Loretta clung to his broad back, while he fucked her. There was something sweatily muscular and gymnastic about fucking in the cramped back seat of the car.
As soon as the boyfriend was in deep, he really went to town.
He pounded into her, working his cock like a hammer, slamming his stiff rod in her softest, most slippery and intimate anatomy.
More sweat oozed from his flesh, soaking his shirt, pressing her moist palms where they clung to him.
Humping into her again and again, his movements grew progressively more and more frenzied, his moans more babbling.
Loretta really wasn't all that turned on. Towards the finish of the encounter, her pussy moistened, lubricating.
His fat cock worked more easily inside her. She could enjoy it more. Some nice sensations were starting to make themselves felt from the sliding action of his cock pumping up and down in her pussy-
And then he came.
The boyfriend cried out, jamming into her, his cock jabbing her. It stuffed into her, like he was pinning her to the seat.
This time he didn't pull out, but stayed in all the way, and came.
He came like he was having a fit.
Spurting semen jetted from his cock, pumping into her, filling her pussy with its spasming gushes.
When he stopped coming, the boyfriend whimpered and then kind of collapsed on top of her, gasping for breath.
Was that it? Was that all there was to it?
Loretta almost came out and asked those questions, but she fought down the urge and kept her mouth shut.
Fairly new though she was to the game of fucking, she was not so new as to risk offending male vanity.
So, when the boyfriend had caught his breath long enough to ask her if it had been great for her, too, she lied like a trooper and said yes.
But not until he had taken her home, and she had bathed and gone to bed, where she lay in the dark of her room, with her pajama bottoms down and her fingers writhing over her quivering pussy only then, did Loretta find true satisfaction.
It seemed no male lover could get her as hot and wet, and bring her to orgasm, the way her fingers could.
Of course, Loretta never would have dared to ask a boy to put his mouth on her pussy-why, the very idea was unthinkable!
But Aunt Bea was not so inhibited.
Going down on a hot sweet juicy teen cunt and pleasuring it with her mouth was sweet pleasure for Loretta's strange aunt.
Loretta had thrilled to the forbidden caress of womanly lips massaging her pussy, of a tongue licking, thrilling it.
Her fondling, masturbatory fingers were small change indeed, compared to what a mouth could and had done to her!
Why, Loretta nearly writhed off the bed in sheer, unadulterated sensation, when Bea's tongue dipped into her pussy!
Bea licked her inside and out. Her tongue lapped the sweet thick honey of the girl's juices, swallowing them down.
Each touch of the tongue sent Loretta soaring higher and higher.
And then, when that wicked tongue first cautiously circled, then homed in on, Loretta's pearly clitoris-
UNREAL!
Loretta came, and came, and came!
In the bedroom of Aunt Bea, on that moist and sticky bed, someone was babbling and moaning and gasping convulsively-
It took Loretta some instants before she realized that the babbling was coming from her, shaken as she was by orgasm.
Passion reached its peak, shook Loretta, then let her go, to tumble down into the blissful afterglow.
Never had her body felt so alive, so-satisfied!
Dazed, she was only dimly aware of her surroundings.
Her eyes were closed. She sensed the looming fleshy presence of Bea, breathing hard, licking her lips ...
Lips coated with Loretta's sweet, dripping secretions ...
Loretta rested, but not for long!
Aunt Bea was not running a charity operation here, after all!
It is good to give, but better to receive-and Bea was minded to receive much oral pleasure from her niece.
The mattress sagged, bedsprings creaking as Bea moved on hands and knees, placing her limbs over and around Loretta's sprawled form.
Loretta's front shone with sweat, as if a pail of water had doused her.
Her tits were creamy mounds of buttery softness, crowned by achingly stiff nipples whose throbbing set all of her to vibrating.
And her pussy ! ! !
It was a mass of dripping, seething pleasure ...
Aunt Bea crouched, not at the foot of the bed, where she had been when she mouthed Loretta's pussy, but at its head.
Something musky, rich, aromatic, tingled in Loretta's nostrils ...
Was it the scent of Bea's seething sex?
"Move down, dear," Bea prompted. "Make room for me!"
Loretta wriggled down the bed, squirming across rumpled sheets. A pair of soft plopping thuds sounded as Bea tossed the pair of pillows down to the floor.
"So good," Loretta gasped, "oh, Aunt Bea, it was so good!"
Aunt Bea cupped Loretta's chin, lifted it, lowered her face down to the girl.
"Kiss the mouth that ate your pussy!"
Bea's breath, warm and humid, moist, rich with the taste and scent of Loretta's pussy, played over the girl's face.
Bea fastened her mouth on Loretta's in a steamy, open-mouthed kiss. Her tongue slithered over Loretta's, licking, caressing.
Something provocative, suggestive, in the way Bea's fat tongue writhed and wriggled over Loretta's ...
Yes, now Loretta knew what it was suggestive of, of course!
Bea was licking her tongue, the way she had just finished licking Loretta's pussy!
Bea lifted her mouth off Loretta's.
"Now, it's your turn to do me!"
"I I never "
"I know you never did it," Bea said. "That's why I went down on your sweet hot pussy first, to show you how it's done!
"There's not all that much to it just lick and lap me the way I did you! Just do what comes naturally or unnaturally, I should say!"
"Yes," Loretta moaned. "Yes, I I'll do it, Auntie!"
"Why, bless your soul, child, of course you will! After all, a nice obedient niece will always carry out her aunt's commands! Now, just let me get into place ... "
Bea squatted, facing Loretta's feet. Ponderously she planted her rounded knees on either side of Loretta's upturned head.
Bea stood on her knees, her steamy, hungering cunt hovering over Loretta's face.
Her thighs were white pillars, shiny, rounded, rising up to the apex, where fat fleshy cunt lips quivered with dark hunger.
Where a massive patch of black fur bushed her pubic mound ... where fragrant steamy musk poured out of Bea's cunt.
Loretta, looking up, swallowed.
Bea reached down between her own thighs, resting her hand on her crotch. Thick fingers slid up and down the pussy lips.
Her fingers, already coated with juices, rubbed the rippling, stickily glistening cunt lips, spreading them.
Oozing moisture glimmered from ... within.
Appetite, hunger, rose up in Loretta.
Not hunger for pleasure, although that was there, but hunger for female flesh.
Her mouth had thrilled to the feel of fat tits proffering their stiff and throbbing nipples for a long, delicious sucking.
Now, she hungered to have her mouth filled, not with masses of buttery tit flesh, but rather with a hot and steamy pussy.
Involuntarily, Loretta moaned.
"I'm all wet and ready for you!" Aunt Bea proclaimed. "Are you ready for me?"
"Oh, yes!"
"Well, then, here we go!"
Loretta's eyes widened as Aunt Bea lowered her dripping crotch down on her face, on her awaiting, open mouth-
CHAPTER FIVE
Smothered-
By a steaming, dripping, heaving cunt!
That was what was happening to Loretta, who was loving it!
The dazed teen, senses stunned by this day of lesbian initiation, was now engulfed by Bea's delta of sizzling flesh.
Bea squatted down, meaty thighs taut, crotch pressing Loretta's face, cunt pressed down on Loretta's open mouth!
Loretta was no immature specimen she was ripely, juicily nubile. But she felt positively girlish, when she compared her own ripely fleshed pussy to the thick-lipped cunt of Aunt Bea, presented now for the teen's delectation.
The smell of it! Yes, that was what hit Loretta first of all, the rich ripe aroma of Aunt Bea's.
Yes, the first part of Aunt Bea's heated flesh to make contact with Loretta, not counting the thighs pressing her facial cheeks, was-
Her scent!
Earlier, Loretta's nostrils had tingled to the rich, ripe, musky aroma, when Bea was only crawling up to her head.
But when that hot cunt lowered itself, its blubbery lips rushing downward toward the girl's own gasping, parted lips, the ripe fragrance hit her.
Earlier, Loretta had smelled the musk-now, her nostrils tasted it.
A hothouse fragrance, overpowering perfume from an orchid of flesh. A rich animal musk, it filled Loretta's lungs.
The musk filled her head like helium in a balloon, expanding it, causing Loretta to feel lightheaded, dizzy.
But little time was allowed her to inhale the fragrance ...
For, already, the cunt lips pressed down on Loretta's parted lips, engulfing them, overpowering them.
Blubbery cunt lips were squashed, spreading to the sides, uncovering the sleek sweltering interior.
Slippery satin flesh engulfed the lower half of Loretta's gasping face.
And when she gasped, her moan was muffled by the pussy pressing down on her mouth.
Juices smeared on Loretta's face. Aunt Bea rocked around, squirming on the mouth on which she squatted.
Secretions, thick, oily, muskily fragrant, smeared on Loretta's mouth and lower face.
Aunt Bea's thighs hugged Loretta's face, which reddened between the white columnar thighs bracketing it.
Aunt Bea sat back, her broad flesh buttocks rolling over Loretta's nose.
Loretta's nose dipped into the cleft between the buttocks, which spread out to the sides, fleshy mounds clutching her face.
Bea rocked back, buttocks rolling over Loretta's forehead.
For some instants, Loretta could not breathe.
Then Aunt Bea lifted up, her cunt coming loose from the lower half of the girl's face with a moist sucking sound.
The crotch and ass were lifted some few inches above her face and then began lowering down once more.
Loretta gulped a quick gasped breath, before hot cunt lips and moist heaving membranes once more enveloped her face.
Aunt Bea played the squatting game until her lusts drove her to more intimate satisfactions from the naked niece.
Leaning forward, Bea pressed her palms into the mattress on either side of Loretta and leaned forward.
Her stiff-nippled swaying tits brushed the tops of the girl's thighs.
"Lick it!" Bea rasped. "Lick my cunt!"
She held her crotch only inches from Loretta's wet red face. Bea was wet between the legs. Her thick cunt lips quivered.
Crystal droplets of Loretta's saliva clung like dew to the mossy ahirs of Bea's thick, glossy black pelt of a bush.
Loretta stuck out her tongue and touched the cunt lips.
Moist fragrant heat poured out from between the slitted pussy lips.
Lifting the back of her head off the mattress, Loretta touched her tongue to Bea's cunt, licking its lips.
Loretta didn't have to strain for long ... Bea leaned back, forcing the girl's head down on the mattress while she squatted on the mouth.
She held herself off Loretta just enough so Loretta could lick and lap her cunt lips.
"Lick it like it's candy!" Bea gasped.
Loretta licked until her tongue ached ... and then she licked some more.
Bea moved around, lifting and lowering her crotch so it could get a full tongue servicing, from top to bottom.
Wetness glistened not only on Bea's cunt lips, but on the insides of her thighs, and the cheeks of her ass.
"Inside me, now!" Bea urged, demanded. "Stick your tongue inside me aaah!"
Loretta wriggled her tongue up inside Bea.
Cunt lips were glued to Loretta's parted lips, while her tongue lanced into Bea, filling her deep, sweltering trench.
Her interior clutched at the licking tongue, fresh waves of ripe juices sloshing out, tangily tingling on Loretta's tongue.
Bea rocked up and down on the tongue filling her. Loretta worked the tongue like it was a little cock, thrusting in her.
Bea took her licking for some time, then lifted her cunt up.
Loretta's tongue flopped free of the clutching cunt.
Gasping, Bea reached under herself, between her legs, splaying her fingers flat on her crotch, rubbing it.
She forced open the slitted cunt lips on top, and spread her fingers, exposing a fat clit into Loretta's view.
The clit was a swollen, engorged button of flesh, looking raw and angry in its pulsating red arousal.
"You'll lick my clit, now!"
"Yes, Aunt Bea!"
"Lick it like I did you start easy, not too much at once!"
Gurgling with pleasure, Bea proffered her clit to Loretta's tongue tip.
Loretta strained her tongue at the root, stretching it to reach for the clit. When her tongue tip pressed the clit, Bea cried out.
Her aunt's masses of heaving, lesbo-stimulated flesh jiggled and writhed from even a light, casual contact of tongue and clit.
"Easy!" Bea moaned. "Start easy!"
More gingerly, Loretta resumed the licking.
At first, she inflicted only the lightest of tongue pressures, just gently flicking the tongue tip across the button of the clit.
"Aaaaaah," Bea moaned. "Aaaaaaaaaaaaah!
After some more licking, Bea grew more used to the perverse pleasure of tongue pressure across her swollen clit.
Her arousal mounting, more and more she leaned back, forcefully pressing her clit to Loretta's shivering tongue.
Bea's cunt heaved, pulsating as if it breathed, from the tongue action.
Bea flopped forward, leaning on her elbows, which sank into the mattress on either side of Loretta's sleek, sweating form.
No longer did Bea bother holding her cunt lips spread to expose her clit--
Loretta knew where the clit was well enough now, she needed no more guidance!
Besides ... that clit-licking was starting to have devastating sexual effects on Bea, really getting to her.
Making it difficult for her to stand up straight, with her thighs at the vertical.
No, now she leaned forward, some weight on her elbows, her gasping head held down, her ass and cunt raised high.
Sassily, almost jauntily, her wide white ass wiggled this way and that, buttocks swaying as she moved her hips in time to the tonguing.
Bea reached under herself, pinching fingers seeking stiff nipples.
Her tits cried out for touches, for caresses, while her nipples stood forth with stiffness that was positively painful.
Bea worked her big fat tits out to the sides, where her fingers could fasten on the stiff throbbing nipples ...
Whose throbbing increased as pinching fingers teased and erotically toyed with them, pulling them this way and that ...
Each time Bea pinched her nipples, her cunt heaved ...
In sync with the heavings of her cunt, her thighs rhythmically squeezed Loretta's head, clamping down on it.
The squeezings came faster, harder, and longer as the arousal mounted ...
Suddenly, Bea's bowed head jerked upright.
Features of her breathless red face became all scrunched up as orgasm struck.
"Lord ! ! "
Bea squatted back down on Loretta's face, sitting hard upon it.
Her body trembled all over, including her cunt ... her taut thighs shook from the force with which they clutched Loretta's lapping face.
Loretta had the wit to take a deep breath, before that climaxing cunt came down.
Her head was so forcefully squeezed by the powerful thighs of Aunt Bea, that it did not seem impossible that her skull would crack under the strain-
Pressing Loretta's face was Bea's heaving, squirming, orgasming cunt ... Bea came!
Bea sat sprawling in an armchair in the den, sipping cool lemonade and listlessly fanning herself while watching the TV soap operas.
Some weeks had passed since that first sizzling encounter with Loretta.
In the time since then, the teen had become an enthusiastic, a fervent convert to the varieties of all-female love and lust.
It was day, mid-morning. Curtains covered open screen windows. The postman had not yet arrived at the house.
Bea would take no chances of the mail carrier (male carrier ha ha! thought Bea) seeing what went on inside the house.
Later, after the mail was dropped off, and no more visitors were due, Bea would pull back the curtains and let in some fresh air.
Not that fresh air was so easy to find, during this sweltering summer. like so many other days, this one was sultry and still.
Bea was dressed undressed, rather for the weather.
And the occasion!
She wore no more than a bra and panties ... and hardly wore them!
The white lace bra was unhooked, open, and pulled off her tits. Lace cups, no longer stretched taut by ballooning tits, were rolled in a sweat-damp line under the mounds. The back was unhooked, while the straps were off her broad shoulders and hung down around the middle of her arms. Bea was too lazy to bother taking the bra off all the way.
Besides, her big tits were happily uncovered, blissfully bare, with sticky saliva from Loretta's mouth shining on tit flesh sucked a rich red tinge.
Bea sprawled in the chair.
She was slumped in it, with her big butt perched close to the front edge of the seat, with her big feet perched on the floor ...
And with her naked niece kneeling between bent, spread legs.
The posture caused Bea's chin to rest on top of her chest, while a large double chin rimmed her thick-featured face.
She moaned often, from what Loretta was doing, and when she did moan, all her masses of soft flesh were sent rippling, jiggling.
One of her plump hands held a cheap, brightly colored Japanese style fan which she had picked up at the five-and-dime.
Her elbow rested on the chair arm, while her hand swung listlessly back and forth, infrequently fanning her sweating face.
Her other hand was curled around a long tall glass of cool lemonade, fresh homemade lemonade, beaded and dripping with condensation.
On the TV screen, the players on her favorite soaps went through their paces, but Bea watched with only a portion of her attention.
For the majority of her concentration was focused on Loretta labored at ...
Specifically, Bea's cunt!
Niece Loretta had taken to lesbo lust like a duck takes to water! Now that she was turned on, there was no turning her off!
Which was fine, just fine with pleasure-greedy Bea ...
What a summer this had been!
Bea had a bit of money set aside, from an inheritance, allowing her to live without the necessity of making a living.
Leaving her days free, as well as her nights, to devote toward the goal of enmeshing Loretta in lesbianism's sweet seductions ...
Well, Loretta was a convert of that, there could be no doubt!
Now, Bea's panties were down at her slim ankles. A pair of pale white nylon panties, full-cut hip huggers ...
"Ankle-huggers" that's what I should call them, Bea thought, since the panties are usually down around my feet, rather than where they belong!
Although actually, they belonged down-lowered for more lascivious lappings, like the one she now savored with silky pleasure ...
Loretta did not much bother with panties. Panties were only one more encumbrance between her pussy, and stimulation.
Stimulation via fingers, mouth, vibrator, whatever!
Loretta had a luscious, nubile physique, and it pleased Bea to allow the girl to go naked as much as possible.
As she was now.
Loretta wore only her birthday suit and Bea's cunt, on her mouth.
Loretta knelt between Bea's spread thighs. Bea slumped in the chair, with her round knees flung far to the sides.
Loretta knelt between those pale meaty white hams, her dark-haired head between the thighs, face pressed to the cunt.
Under her knees lay a small throw pillow-long oral sessions, such as this one, could prove trying on the knees.
But with the pillow cushioning them, Loretta could remain in place for a long time.
The last few weeks had been just heavenly!
One day slipped into night, then into the next day, falling in a smooth seamless pattern, like taking a long, leisurely sea voyage.
Bea savored a long, leisurely tonguing now.
Sometimes she and Loretta were like a pair of hellcats, hellions in heat, the way the two of them would go at it.
But other times, they settled into slow, relaxed, leisurely sessions of mutual lesbian stimulation.
like this session ...
From between Bea's legs came moist licking sounds. Loretta's head bobbed slowly as she massaged swollen cunt lips with her tongue.
Loretta's face was sticky with wetness. Her tongue tip traced out the intricacies, the folds and turnings, of Bea's cunt lips.
Bea sipped some lemonade. Its ice had melted, leaving a sweet slurry, more sweet than tart, since Bea loaded her lemonade with sugar.
Looking down at the top of Loretta's bobbing head, Bea fancied that the girl must be thirsting for novelty ...
Bea set down her fan, and rested that hand on the top of the raven-haired head, pushing back, disengaging Loretta.
Loretta's licking face separated from Bea's cunt.
Bea sighed lazily. Already during this session, she had come twice ...
Now, she worked, or rather, played, toward her third climax, so she was in no hurry, besides, it was too hot a day for hurrying.
Her cunt lips quivered darkly with heated red arousal, swimming in their thick coating of saliva deposited there by Loretta.
Loretta raised her sticky face. From her hairline to her chin, wetness glimmered stickily, compounded of juices and saliva.
Bea's cunt lips quivered irritably at the interruption of orality.
Let them squirm, she thought, they can stand it for just a little while ...
That's as long, or as short, as this interruption would be, just a little while.
Silently, Loretta looked up at her aunt.
She licked her lips, slowly massaging them with a strong pink tongue.
"Thought you might like something cool to drink," Bea murmured, "for a change ... "
She moved the glass of lemonade down to her crotch. Pressing its rim to her bush, she slowly, carefully tilted it.
Only a bit of lemonade remained in the glass. A trickle bubbled out, soaking into her bush, then building up, forming a little rivulet.
The lemonade was pale, colorless, when Bea poured a trickle on her cunt.
Rivulets rolled over her cunt lips, whose hot surfaces shrank back from the cool liquid streaming down them.
She added more tilt to the tipped glass.
Lemonade gushed out of the glass, streaming over her snatch.
It dribbled in sticky rivulets over her cunt lips, down into the slitted trench, spilling into the seat cushion below her crotch, soaking it.
"That should cool it off some!" Bea joked.
"I doubt it, knowing you, Auntie!"
"Lick up your little drink, darlin', " Bea murmured.
Her hand, resting throughout on top of Loretta's head, now tilted that head forward.
Loretta's tongue unrolled. Straining it, its tip quivering, she pressed it to the slitted snatch, lapping between squirming pussy lips.
"Ahhhhhhhhh," Bea moaned, twisting in her chair, as the tongue went to work.
Loretta licked every bit of the spilled lemonade up off Bea's cunt.
Bea's big buttocks tightened, squirming, squeezing as she pressed her cunt more forcefully against Loretta's mouth.
The fluid was all sweet and sugary ...
And, when Loretta had licked the cunt clean, an even sweeter, more powerful sugar made itself known to her:
The sugar of Bea's thick, feverish juices, which teemed inside her slit.
Bea pressed even more forcefully on Loretta's head, pressing the face into her dripping, steamy sex trench.
Her cunt lips were wedged open, pried apart, by Loretta's lilting tongue ... it sure made Bea hum, then sing with pleasure!
Loretta dipped her tongue deeper, rolling it back and forth across dripping membranes, lapping those juices.
The heat of her licked cunt lips was first matched, then overwhelmed by the heat of the licking Loretta gave her between the legs.
Then all Bea's sweltering masses of soft flesh quivered with the rush on oncoming orgasm, as she was swept away on a hot tide of lust ...
CHAPTER SIX
While the storm raged outside, Loretta licked Aunt Bea's ass-hole.
Bea was busy strapping on a dildo.
Sometimes the woman and the girl luxuriated in long steamy sessions of oral pleasure, the hours rolling effortlessly by as the lesbians drifted from orgasm to orgasm, drifting lightly as a cloud in the sky ...
But other times, their sex was stormy, filled with all sorts of mad passion. like now!
Night it was, a night whose black darkness was multiplied infinitely by the thunderstorm whose fury broke even as Bea fastened her dildo on.
It was long-awaited, that storm!
Equally as anticipated by Bea was the delightfully dominant pleasure of doing her wanton lesbo niece with a dildo.
Bea knew Loretta, all right!
Knew that from time to time, the hot-blooded highly-sexed teen needed a good working over with a fat dildo!
A taste which Aunt Bea had kindled, nurtured, and fed in her niece, among the many wanton games she introduced her to.
And this dark and stormy night helped set a perfectly wild mood!
For a day, the storm had built to this peak of fury.
Yesterday was a sullen steaming day, the gathering air thick and choking and utterly still, dead calm.
The sky was yellow and hazy, while the air thickened. Nerves were short and tempers shorter in that sullen, maddening heat.
Bea had felt hardly able to catch her breath all day. When she did breath, the air was thick and stale, as if it was used-up.
During last night it had been just as bad, the setting of the sun providing virtually no relief from the crushing burden of humidity.
But today, relief was in sight. Even at sunrise, the mass of lowering clouds that was the front of the storm could be seen.
Sunset came early, when the sky was masked from horizon to horizon under a low ceiling of roiling, broiling storm clouds.
Thunderheads, columns of clouds rising miles high, like explosions.
Earlier, it had been too hot to even think about sex doing it was, of course, impossible.
But the gathering storm whipped Bea and Loretta with lust.
The storm was due to break soon. For the first time in days, wind blew. Not light breezes, but strong, sweeping winds.
Shutters rattled, banging the sides of the house until Bea and Loretta went around, battening them down for the storm.
It was as dark as ever Loretta could remember seeing a night then, the blackness was broken with sizzling lightning bolts.
As the storm broke, the lesbians exploded into lust.
They were in Bea's bedroom-
Loretta's bedroom, too, for she slept there every night, as she had been doing from the first day her aunt took her.
Of course, many nights passed where little sleeping, but much sleeping around, took place on that fine fat bed.
The wind raged now in great sheeted gusts which slammed full-tilt into the house and shivered its timbers with each blow.
Thunder rumbled like God's bowling alley , growing closer and closer.
Bea stood in front of her vanity, naked or almost naked.
For she was outfitting herself in the harness required for her dildo.
Loretta stood on her knees behind Aunt Bea, all smoothly naked.
Loretta's long black hair was pulled back in a ponytail, a band securing the mane of raven hair at its base.
The ponytail was cooler in this sweltering weather.
But there was nothing cool about Loretta's oral labors!
Loretta's face pressed Bea's broad bottom-whose spreading, creamy white cheeks glistened with a coating of sticky saliva.
Saliva deposited thereon by Loretta's licking the buttocks from top to bottom with her broad flat tongue, and smearing the saliva on her own face.
Loretta had licked those cheeks, tongue-polishing them-
Now, she worked between them!
Bea's broad, shining bottom was split down the middle, wedged open by Loretta's face, which was jammed between them.
Swelling ass cheeks hugged, pressed that face.
Big Bea's ass-hole was a tiny dimpled depression, a hot, tight, and sucking hole whose wrinkled folds pressed firmly shut.
After licking the outside of Aunt Bea's ass, Loretta went to work on the inside.
The girl's face was virtually obscured, hidden by the spreading ass cheeks which pressed it and clutched it firmly.
Loretta's round lips formed an O, ringing the ass-hole.
An ass-hole whose ultra-sensitive surfaces had thrilled to Loretta's hot sucking kisses, which smeared it with saliva.
Now, Loretta pressed the tip of her tongue to the quivering ass-hole.
Bea moaned.
Most difficult for her to keep her attention focused on the task at hand:
Namely, fastening her dildo to the harness she already wore!
A year or two ago, when Bea made one of her infrequent visits to the big city, she made it a point to search out this dildo.
Here was a lady who knew what she wanted!
She had walked right into one of those adult sex boutiques, on the seamy side of town, and selected the dildo.
Some of the males browsing in the store were discomfitted by her presence and made a hasty and furtive exit.
But Loretta's ardent Aunt Bea was not easily diverted when she made up her mind to have something.
With the same demanding perfection she brought to any other form of shopping, she had the store clerk haul out a variety of dildoes and harnesses and vibrators and so-called marital aids out of the big glass display case.
She had not departed until she found exactly what she sought.
"How on earth did you ever manage to do that?! " Loretta admiringly asked, when Aunt Bea told her the tale one night.
"Why, I wouldn't have even had the nerve to set foot in a place like that!"
"Even if you had the nerve, you wouldn't have been allowed in," Aunt Bea had chuckled. "You're not old enough!"
But even though she was too young to legally enter an adult sex boutique, lissome Loretta was not too young to lick, suck, and fuck.
The hefty dominant lesbian had the harness already strapped on.
The harness was an integral part of the rig, although the dildo itself could be used by hand used by the hand guiding that artificial phallus to its desired target of tender flesh.
But to use the dildo in the mode desired by Aunt Bea and by Loretta it was necessary to utilize the harness.
The harness somewhat resembled a jockstrap, one whose straps were fashioned, not out of flesh colored elastic, but of black leather.
The belt circled Bea's ample waist, soft ripples of her flesh overlapping it at both edges, top and bottom.
The horizontal belt supported the leather crotch piece, a triangular-shaped piece of fabric which covered the pubic mound.
Securing the crotch piece were a pair of thin black elastic straps circling the rounded tops of Bea's white thighs.
These straps, too, were overlapped by her flesh.
Loretta, her face hugged by creamy ass cheeks in fragrant dimness, dabbed the tip of her tongue against Bea's ass-hole.
Bea was tight back there.
Loretta strained to force the tongue past the anal ring. Bea of course was the beneficiary of that licking.
Loretta looked after her own desires while she did Bea.
Loretta's right hand labored between her own legs, stroking her cunt lips, fingering herself.
Bea handled the dildo.
The dildo was a rod of streamlined black plastic, slick, shiny, hard, with a bullet-shaped head and a thick shaft.
Some eight inches in length, it was correspondingly thick-shafted.
Bea handled the dildo, smirking.
What need for men?
A woman could do in bed everything that a man could, everything but one and the dildo supplied that lack.
It allowed her to use the best part of a man, without having to involve a man.
With no fear of pregnancy, no disgusting ejaculation, no emotional involvements.
At the very base of the dildo, for the first inch or so, a fluted spiral circled the base, allowing it to be screwed into the appropriate slot.
This slot was actually the socket in the leather crotch piece of the dildo harness which Bea now wore.
Fisting the dildo so its head and base both protruded, Bea held it out horizontally from her wide hips.
The harness crotch piece formed a black triangle across her crotch. Her rounded pubic mound strained against its covering.
At its narrow base, her cunt lips oozed into view, spreading to the sides. Stray hairs spiraled out of the piece.
Bea fitted the dildo base to the rounded receiving socket and screwed it in.
Once screwed in place, the dildo was ready for screwing.
As was Loretta!
Bea released her hand from the dildo. The dildo dropped an inch or two below the horizontal, but remained pretty much in place.
Bea stood there for a moment, savoring Loretta's tongue action.
Having pushed her tongue past the tight anal ring, Loretta now worked the tongue inside Bea, licking her rectum.
Tight creamy rectal muscles squeezed down on the slithering tongue which shoved back and forth, in and out.
Bea's nipples were throbbing brownish-red cherries. She pinched, pulled them.
Reluctant though she was to remove herself from the pleasures of that licking tongue, Bea stepped forward.
She stepped forward.
Loretta's face emerged when the creamy ass cheeks hugging her face pulled free. Her face was wet, sticky.
Bea swiveled, her swirling dildo nearly hitting Loretta's head.
Pelting sounds on the curtained window panes indicated the onset of the storm. Those raindrops were fat indeed, to sound so loud.
"Here, this will satisfy your taste for cock!"
Chuckling, Bea pressed the dildo against Loretta's face. Her hips squirmed as she rubbed the dildo back and forth on it.
"Open your mouth, darlin'! "
"Why, Auntie?"
"So you can suck this big fat thing."
"Oh, Auntie ... "
"Get it good and wet, hon it's the only lubrication you'll get!"
"I don't need it, I'm already dripping wet!"
"Yes, and you can keep your hands off your pussy until I say different!"
"Yes, Auntie!"
Loretta looked up. Her kneeling position made towering Aunt Bea appear more fleshily, physically imposing.
Aunt Bea loved this.
She fisted the dildo, its black head jutting from the top of her hand.
Black dildo dildos were available in pink and white colors, but she had chosen black, considering that it made the dildo less life-like and more like an instrument, more impressive and intimidating.
She pressed the dildo tip to Loretta's moist puckered lips.
"Open up," she said, "and suck!"
The storm broke with a crash.
Loretta started.
Bea was surprised by the force, the fury of the storm, but she managed to control her reaction better.
It was required of her after all, she was in control.
Rain gusted in sheets. It sounded like a waterfall crashed down on the roof. Water streamed down the eaves and gutters.
Bea had to speak loudly to be heard over the downpour:
"Suck!"
Loretta, shivering prettily, opened her mouth for the dildo.
Bea inserted the dildo head into Loretta's moist pink mouth. Loretta's lips closed over the shaft, hugging it with the moist insides of her lips.
Bea stroked the girl's glossy raven hair, smoothing it against the scalp, as she fed Loretta more of the dildo.
Loretta closed her eyes and opened her mouth wider.
The dildo was a fat black plastic plug, stretching the corners of her mouth, pressing down on her tongue.
Loretta worked up a mass of saliva, slurping it over the dildo, coating it with the stuff in order to grease it for use.
Bea particularly enjoyed the sight of Loretta sucking, not a real cock, but this dildo-cock of power worn by her.
Loretta sucked it like it was a real cock.
Bea could have laughed, thinking of all the legions, the millions of men, who would give their eyeteeth to have such a girl as Loretta in this position, down on her knees and sucking their own stiff cocks.
Hah!
No man had Loretta she belonged to Bea.
And to the legions of lesbians.
Enough of this, the dildo was wet enough!
Bea drew back. The dildo slid down over lips and tongue, popping free of the mouth now sticky with freshly smeared saliva.
Saliva glistened, a few drops slipping off the dildo.
Loretta scampered up from her knees. The torrent of rain, accompanied with thunder, was now so loud that a normal, conversational tone of voice would not have been audible.
Luckily, there was no need for talk.
Loretta knew the routine!
Loretta hopped into bed, its mattress bouncing her trampoline-style for a few bounces, before it settled down.
Loretta crouched on her hands and knees. Knees spread, thighs parted, she exposed her red-lipped, stickily coated pussy.
She glanced over her shoulder, watching with lewd eyes as her aunt approached the bed, dildo obscenely preceding her.
Strange!
To see that buxom, big-boned, voluptuously fleshed woman brandishing a larger than life replica of an erect male organ!
Stranger still-
To have that dildo used on Loretta's hot, tight pussy!
Loretta crouched with her rounded rear and her pussy poised close to the edge of the bed, at the bedside.
Bea approached, taking a stance facing Loretta, with the dripping tip dripping saliva, aimed at Loretta's sex.
Bea stood at the bedside, fastening her hands on Loretta's ass.
One hand on each cheek, she squeezed, kneaded the buns. She pulled them apart and pushed them together.
Loretta oohed and aahed as her ass was handled.
Loretta wiggled her hips, invitingly waving her ass, her pussy.
Keeping one hand on the girl's hips, to steady them, Bea's other hand took hold of the dildo, guiding it.
Bea brought the saliva-dripping dildo head in line with Loretta's juicy cunt.
She pressed the dildo head against the pussy lips.
Loretta moaned, leaning back into the dildo. The hard black plastic head pressed her pussy lips, squashing them.
Pussy lips spread to the sides, exposing slippery satin membranes.
Tightening her grip on Loretta's hips, Bea inserted the dildo.
"Oh!"
Loretta moaned when the dildo head lodged deep into her, stretching her.
Her pussy was lubricated with juices. The dildo was greased with her saliva. But it was still a tight fit, due to the tightness of her pussy, and the thickness of the shaft. Bea worked the dildo about halfway in.
Loretta was stretched by the shaft. Her head hung down between her shoulders, black hair spilling across the mattress.
She propped herself up by the elbows. Her ass, lifted by bent knees, was raised high ... as was her penetrated pussy.
Bea inched forward, the dildo advancing with her.
Now the dildo was lodged deeply enough in Loretta for Bea to release it. When she took her hand away, the dildo stayed lodged deep in Loretta.
Bea wrapped her hands around Loretta's nubile hips and held on tight.
Bea pushed her hips forward, and down. Her weight powered the dildo on its penetrating plunge into Loretta's pussy.
Until at last, total penetration was achieved.
But taking the full length of that fat slick unyielding dildo in her hot tight hole was not the finish of the process.
Rather, it was only the beginning ...
For, having fully and deeply penetrated Loretta, Bea now would fuck her.
She did just that.
Holding Loretta's hips, Bea rocked her own hips back and forth, working the dildo.
The dildo made wet sucking sounds as it pumped back and forth. Loretta's cunt lips grew redder and darker with each stroke ...
While her pussy grew steadily more juicy.
Rain sloshed down the gutters, the windows. Light and darkness alternated with the flashing strokes of lightning.
Thunder crashed and pounded.
Meanwhile, Bea pounded the dildo back and forth inside Loretta.
Loretta's wet face was flushed a feverish red color. Her mouth gaped open. She rocked her hips, to meet the thrusting dildo.
Bea crowded the dildo deep in Loretta, so its base was pressed by the girl's pussy lips. She kept it there.
Leaning forward, dildo fully inserted in Loretta, Bea ran her clutching hands up and down Loretta's fine teen flesh.
She handled fine teen ass cheeks, fingers kneading satiny bottom flesh now stickily covered with a coating of fine-misted sweat.
Her hands slid down the hips, under the girl, to stroke a smoothly taut belly.
Then her hands reached further up under the girl, taking hold of her tits.
Loretta moaned when her tits were handled, one in each of Bea's hands.
Bea clutched the tits, perfect handles of flesh. She held them so their stiff nipples protruded from the bottoms of the hands.
Bea pulled and kneaded the tits, as if milking them.
Bosom flesh rippled under the caresses of sliding sweaty fingers. Bea drummed her fingers back and forth over stiff nipples.
Bea pinched both nipples at the same time, pulling, tugging them.
All the while that this fondling was going on, the dildo was fully plunged in Loretta, its base rubbing her cunt lips.
Bea drove some short wriggling strokes into Loretta, pressing and sliding the dildo base against soft cunt flesh.
At last, Bea finished fondling the tits, released them, and once more wrapped her hands around Loretta.
After fucking her some more, Bea slipped her fingers down between Loretta's legs and under and around, then over, the penetrating dildo.
She touched Loretta's clitoris.
Loretta shivered and shook even from a feather-light touch on her tender and incredibly sensitive clit.
With each slow stroke of the dildo, sliding back and forth inside her, Loretta's clit also was stimulated by the handling.
Pressure from Bea's fondling fingers steadily increased their force and cunning. Her touch electrified Loretta.
Combined with the thrusting dildo action, Loretta soon was gasping, wailing, and frenziedly fucking.
Bea's wickedly knowing fingers followed a line of gradually increasing pressure as they felt and fondled Loretta's ultra-sensitive flesh.
Until at last, she plied Loretta with strong sliding strokes of her fingers on the clit, strokes whose directness and pressure would have been too intense for Loretta to endure only a few moments earlier.
Bea was ready to bring it all on home now ...
The dildo was a black pillar pumping in and out never all the way out of Loretta's dripping teen sex.
Oily juices coated Bea's fondling fingers while they worked between Loretta's legs, toying and titillating her clit.
From Loretta, mixing with the raw harsh rasp of her hard breathing, came a steadily increasing chorus of cries of lust.
The time was just about right-
Bea plunged the dildo in deep, sheathing it fully in Loretta's satiny sex.
Keeping the dildo fully and firmly implanted, Bea raced her fingers back and forth, dancing them over the clit.
Suddenly, Loretta shivered.
No momentary shiver, this, but a trembling which took hold of her and rocked her from the inside-out ...
The tremblings of oncoming orgasm.
Loretta's head jerked up from the mattress on which she rested it. Her face was a mask of red lust, moaning, hissing, gasping.
Gurgling, she cried out as she came.
And came, and came, and came!
CHAPTER SEVEN
In Paula's living room, the garments of women and girls were not loosely scattered and sloppily strewn about.
Oh, no ... those garments had all been neatly set aside, folded to prevent wrinkling, and carefully removed from the arena of action.
For that's what Paula's living room was now an arena of hot sex action.
Lesbo-style!
All official club business having been attended to, the ladies of the circle were now involved in their group's true purpose:
Sex!
In the room were the sounds of smooth shapely female limbs coming together, rustling against one another, parting, returning, twining ...
Silken hair sifted across satin flesh. Velvet lips fastened, kissed, opened to allow tongues to meet and mingle in hot, open-mouthed kisses.
Since Maureen had gone away, the ladies and girls were unevenly partnered, paired, and even tripled-
But nobody seemed to mind too much!
Even if they had, it's difficult to complain when your mouth is filled with a lover's licking tongue, or tit, or ass ...
The couch which folded into a bed had done just that.
On that foldout bed, on her back, lay naked Paula.
The mid-fortyish blonde was being worked over at both ends by the mother and daughter team of Tanya and Irina.
Paula, nude, luxuriated in double lesbo delight.
Tanya, terrifically built, Amazonically-figured, stood on her knees on the mattress, squatting over Paula's upturned face.
Irina, equally nude as the other two-thirds of the triangle, knelt on folded legs between the spread legs of Paula.
Tanya squatted imperiously, hands resting on wide hips. Her long, strong, powerful physique was softened by full-bodied female roundnesses.
Her bosom was a pair of ballooning tit mounds, creamy mounds topped by dark brown buttons of nipple flesh.
Tanya was voluptuous, yet powerful. Her Amazon body was taut and toned, the physique of a female bodybuilder who knew when to stop.
Rippling bands of muscle swelled under the satiny skin of her thighs. In her form was zero sag. All was taut, firm.
She squatted over Paula's hungry-mouthed face, facing Paula's feet.
From Tanya's narrow waist, a pair of ripely rounded hips swelled outward. Her firm buttocks jutted out like a pair of melon halves.
Those jutting buttocks were alluringly poised over Paula.
Tanya's bush was brownish-red, coppery-tinged, full, swelling. Her cunt was a dark-lipped, juicy slit.
Rising up on either side of Paula's head were those strong columnar thighs, rising to the apex of the pubic delta.
Paula's eyes were glazed with lust, fastened on Tanya's ass and cunt.
Bands of thigh muscle flexed, as Tanya squatted down.
Down, down, down, dropped her pussy-
Halting in its descent some few fractions of inches from Paula's mouth.
Paula moaned with wanting. Her nostrils flared when touched by the rich ripe scent of Tanya's cunt, making her open mouth water.
Paula pressed her puckered lips against the soft, hot cunt lips.
Teasingly, Tanya lifted up, pulling her cunt out of Paula's reach.
Undaunted, her lust firing hotter, Paula lifted the back of her head off the mattress and tried to reach the target.
Tanya lifted up a bit higher, once more pulling her pussy out of reach.
Gasping with sexual frustration now, Paula reached up, her strong tanned hands fastening on Tanya's hips.
She pulled down but Tanya, not so easily moved, remained in place.
Tanya was amused by Paula's squirming, erotic strugglings. As Paula writhed, her big bare tits jiggled juicily, pleasing Tanya's discriminating eye.
Paula's skin was tanned by sun to a rich, golden color. Her womanly nipples were dark, rich, brown taut and throbbing.
Stiff nipples, jiggling this way and that according to the movements of the semi-solid tit mounds beneath them.
Paula's corded neck shook with the strain of holding her head up off the bed. A position she could not maintain for long.
Until at last, that head dropped back down on the mattress.
Without warning, Tanya squatted down, sitting on Paula's surprised face.
Her action caught Paula with her mouth still open.
Paula's face was pressed by Tanya's crotch-by her warmly yielding cunt lips, her fluffy bush, her pubic mound.
Pussy lips pressed Paula's parted lips, spreading to the sides, exposing dripping membranes, moist with steamy wetness.
"Mmmmmph!"
"You want this, eh?"
Tanya rocked back and forth on Paula's face, rubbing it with her cunt, smearing thick rich juices all over it.
Quickly recovering from her surprise, Paula passionately kissed the pussy hooding the lower half of her face.
But even as she brought her tongue into play, teasing Tanya lifted up, pulling her pussy once more out of reach.
Leaving Paula open-mouthed and moaning for more, her hungry tongue protruding beyond her lips and wriggling snake-like.
Wetness, Tanya's smeared juices, shone stickily on Paula's face.
Kneeling between Paula's long spread legs, Irina giggled.
"Oh, Mother, you are so amusing!"
"You think so? You are not very amusing, daughter who told you to stop pleasuring Paula between the legs?"
"I was just watching what you were doing-that's all."
"No excuses, miss! Back to work!"
Irina, petite, foxy-faced, perfectly formed, sat on folded legs, her tautly rounded rump resting on the backs of her heels.
Irina's flaxy platinum-blonde hair framed her heart-shaped face like angel hair, like a halo of silver-white light.
Where her mother, Tanya, was vigorous, robust, larger than life, Irina was like a perfect miniature, Her facial features had doll-like chiseled perfection. Irina's eyes were startlingly dark brown, especially in comparison to her fair hair and skin.
Her dark eyes were deep pools of sweet sin.
Tanya leaned forward, clamped her hand on the back of Irina's swan-like neck, and pulled her daughter's head forward and down.
Pressing her face against Paula's pussy, and holding it there.
Paula's fluffy bush was neatly trimmed at the edges, so that she might wear those lowcut bikini bottoms at tropical resorts ...
Tanya's teasing had only fired up Paula all the more. Rich scented musk rose from her slitted sex, perfume which wafted into Irina's face.
Irina's lips began to slither and slide across Paula's pussy, their every touch tingling the full, dark pussy lips.
Irina's breasts were small, perfectly formed pear-shaped globes, ivory-fleshed, tipped with dark nipples, nipples long, protruding ... stiff.
Her mouth fastened on Paula's sex, licking and lapping, kissing her way up and down the pussy lips, caressing them.
Paula squirmed on the mattress, hips working under Irina's arousing kisses.
The hunger between her legs was being attended to by Irina's wicked mouth, but Paula's own mouth still hungered for female flesh.
Paula's moans made Tanya rock back on her haunches, so she could look down, from what seemed a long way up, at Paula.
"What?! " Tanya asked in mock astonishment. "You're not satisfied by having my beautiful daughter pleasure you between the legs?! "
"Ummm, please, give it to me, Tanya! You know what I want!"
"Yes, I know what you want," Tanya chuckled. "But I want to hear it from you!"
"I want your hot sweet pussy, please!"
Paula's voice was breathy, gurgling, rich with urgent lust and hot need.
"I know you want it," Tanya teased. "Ummm, Paula, just look at it!"
An unnecessary command, since Paula's glazed-eyed gaze was directed right square between Tanya's legs.
To add to the erotic torment, Tanya reached down between her legs.
Her fingers danced on her pussy, stroking, sliding up and down the cunt lips.
Paula's upturned eyes followed the intricate masturbatory minuet those fingers performed on Tanya's pussy.
Cunt flesh rippled under the sliding glide of stroking fingers.
"Ahhhh, that feels so nice!" Tanya moaned laying it on a bit thick, to add to Paula's hot-blooded arousal.
Her first two fingers formed an inverted V-shape, each finger pressing down on a cunt lip. Tanya's fingers pried open her slitted sex.
Steamy moisture glimmered in dark pink pussy depths, within.
"So hot and juicy," Tanya smiled. "So sweet! Sooooo tasty!"
"Tanya, you're such a teasing bitch!" Paula moaned.
"So, now you call me names? That's not the way to get what you want from me! Now, you'll really have to work your way into my good graces!"
Spasms of sheer pleasure flickered across Paula's glowing face.
Irina's platinum-blonde head bobbed up and down as she worked her tongue into Paula's heaving pussy-
The reason for the breathless arousal rolling over Irina.
Tanya leaned forward, her heavy tits dangling weightily, as she leaned forward to tap Irina on her shoulder.
Irina withdrew her tongue from within
Paula, lifted her face from the adult blonde's cunt, and looked up at the incestuous, bi-minded mother who had just tapped her shoulder to catch her attention.
Irina's face was wet, her ripe lips coated with saliva, her eyebrows sticky.
"Don't lick her so hard, dear," Tanya said. "Do her slower, much slower!"
"Yes, Mother!"
"I don't want our Paula to get off before I'm through teasing her!"
"You are a tease!" Paula moaned.
"That's right, I am and you love it!"
"Do her slower, Irina ... kindle her fires slowly, so that their fires will burn that much hotter when she's ready!"
"I'm ready now!" Paula moaned.
She bucked her hips, lifting them off the mattress, waving her cunt, dark-lipped and saliva-dripping, in the air.
Waving it with wanting.
No less hungry than her cunt was her mouth ... empty mouth.
Waiting to be filled!
"Remember, Irina slower!"
"Yes, Mother! . . .May I resume?"
"Another hungry one!" Tanya chuckled. "Yes, you may resume!"
"Thank you, Mother!"
Irina pressed her face back on Paula's squirming cunt.
Irina's ruby-red lips glimmered with a moist coating of juices. Those ripe lips were full, pouty, bee-stung.
Once more, Irina fastened her lips to Paula's cunt lips ... but this time, the girl used a lighter, a more teasing oral touch.
Paula shivered as Irina's moist velvet lips caressed up and down her cunt.
Irina pressed just the very tip of her tongue in the slot between Paula's dark, warm, fleshy cunt lips.
Irina glided the tongue tip up and down the slitted sex, slowly working deeper ...
"Now, Paula, you burn, you ache to use that mouth of yours?"
"You know I do, Tanya!"
"Well, then ... perhaps I can think of some use for it ... "
Tanya glanced down over her own broad shoulder, her gaze sweeping down the strong yet elegant arch of her back, down to her bottom.
Reaching behind her, Tanya took hold of her own ass cheek.
She kneaded the firm yet pliant flesh, squeezing, pulling it.
"My ass could use some polishing," Tanya mused. "Do you feel up to performing that particular task, Paula?"
"Yes, oh, yes!"
"That's good, because you would have done it no matter how you felt!"
"Oh, you're a meanie!"
"Just the way you like it, Paula like it and need it! Just like your kid sister, Gail she's just the same way!"
Tanya looked past the bowed back of her own daughter, to watch Paula's younger sister, Gail, working out with Loretta ...
CHAPTER EIGHT
Seated in the armchair opposite the foldout bed on which the carnal trio of Tanya, Irina, and Paula cavorted, Loretta offered up her fabulous tits for Gail's passionate, feverish oral worship.
Both Loretta and Gail were naked, too. Loretta sat in the chair, feet on the floor. Gail sat in Loretta's lap, her lusciously rounded rump pressing down on Loretta's rounded, columnar thighs.
Loretta's raven hair was more than a bit disarranged, from earlier passion-filled panting kisses and embraces she had shared with Gail.
Their forms contrasted nicely, with black-haired, ivory skinned Loretta's full-bodied big-titted form set off perfectly by Gail's slim, lissome pink nudity.
Dark pink nipples jutted stiffly, throbbingly, from Gail's pert tits.
Gail's pink flesh glowed in Loretta's ardent embrace. Gail was red-faced, her gaze luminous, unfocused, dazed.
Loretta cradled the slim young woman on her lap, where Gail sat side-saddle, her arms around Loretta's sloping white shoulders, hands clasped at the back of her neck.
Loretta offered up her oversized tits for Gail's oral adoration.
Loretta had big tits Gail was possessed by a fetish for same, among some of her many complex and convoluted desires.
Loretta's hand pulled Gail's head down to those tits.
Gail had to slide down in Loretta's embrace, so her lower back rested across Loretta's rounded thighs.
Loretta hooked her arm under Gail's knees, cradling Gail, whose body described a sort of U-shape in Loretta's embrace.
Gail's firm, pointed chin rested on top of her chest, in order that she might bring her head down to Loretta's luscious tit globes.
Gail gasped feelingly as she nuzzled the fat soft tits.
Tit flesh rippled as Gail rubbed both breasts, pressing her hot face into fleshily cushioning pillows.
Stiff nipples throbbed as Gail's warm red face glided over them.
Loretta pulled Gail's head between her tits.
Gail gasped, engulfed in buttery bosom flesh-just where she longed to be!
Her face rested in the hollow between Loretta's big tits. Loretta took hold of the mounds, pushing them together.
Gail delighted in her engulfment in yielding tit flesh, down where great globes pressed, rolled, oozed over her face.
At last, Gail came up for air.
Loretta cupped a tit, soft flesh spilling over her hand, overflowing ...
In the midst of all that yielding softness rose a living, throbbing pebble of flesh:
The nipple!
Squeezing the tit so the nipple stood out all the more, Loretta guided it to the mouth of Gail.
Gail kissed the nipple. Her long pink pointed tongue licked circles around it, then licked the nipple itself.
Wetness spread on the tit and Gail's mouth.
Loretta pressed her nipple more forcefully against Gail's lips, which parted to accept, to adore it ...
Loretta squirmed with dlight as Gail's mouth enclosed her taut nipple.
Not just the nipple, but a good deal of its surrounding tit flesh, was stuffed in Gail's simmering sucking mouth.
Gail sucked, licked, slurped the nipple.
As Gail nibbled and licked, wild wanton sensations were generated in not only the nipple, but in the entire tit.
As the sucking continued, Loretta felt its effects clear down to her cunt.
Her cunt lips quivered ... hot juicy honey oozed within ...
Loretta pressed her taut thighs against her pussy, squeezing her cunt lips, generating exciting sexual friction.
When she popped her nipple out of Gail's mouth, the point of flesh had been sucked even more darkly swollen than its normal erect state.
Loretta wasted no time ... promptly she offered up her other nipple.
Once again, Gail suckled at Loretta's tit.
While Gail sucked, Loretta glided caressing hands up and down Gail's flesh, stroking her smooth flanks, teasing, touching.
Her hand wrapped around Gail's hip, squeezing, stroking ...
Gail and Loretta were well-teamed. Gail was a tit fetishist, the bigger the better, while Loretta was the most fully breasted member of the group.
Gail pouted prettily when deprived of Loretta's nipple, but before she could whimper, she was surprised by Loretta.
The busty brunette pushed her tits together, sighing deeply from the sensation of soft tit flesh rubbing, sliding.
Buttery bosom flesh oozed from between her gripping fingers as she forced her tits closely side by side, harnessing the nipples in tandem.
Those swollen points of darkly pebbled flesh jutted side by side.
"You'll suck them both," Loretta cooed.
Gail needed no more encouragement. Her mouth stretched to the sides in her effort to suck both nipples at once.
For the first few attempts, she held only one nipple, while its twin popped free of her gripping lips.
But after a few such tries, she got her lips wrapped around both nipples.
Holding twin throbbing points pressed by her lips, Gail sloshed her servile tongue back and forth across them.
While Gail suckled, Loretta's free hand slid up and down Gail's taut thighs, stroking them, rubbing a warm rose tinge into them.
Gail's thighs were pressed together, covering her pussy, but allowing her brown bush to be seen.
Loretta fondled and fingered the bush, stroking it. Then her hand pressed between the thighs, which parted obediently at her touch.
Gail's slitted sex had pale rose colored cunt lips, which trembled with arousal at Loretta's fondling touch.
Loretta slipped her finger lengthwise between the cunt lips, spreading them, juices sloshing at her touch.
She rolled her finger around, coating it with juices which lubricated it as she slid it up and down in the sex.
Pressing the tip of her middle finger at the proper angle of entry, Loretta insinuated it within, wriggling it.
From between Gail's lips, stretched from clutching not one but a pair of swollen nipples, came deep gasps.
Her arousal made Gail suck and lick all the harder.
Loretta's finger was in deep now, planted in all the way up to the knuckle.
She worked her finger back and forth, in and out, fucking Gail with it.
While she finger-fucked tit-sucking Gail, Loretta allowed her dark-eyed wanton gaze to wander to the trio on the foldout bed.
The bed was opposite where Loretta sat.
Loretta saw the pretty soles of Paula's feet, feet spread wide. Irina crouched between Paula's legs with her back turned to Loretta.
Allowing Loretta a wonderful view of Irina's succulent ass ...
Irina's ass was almost boyishly firm and rounded, with a pair of sassy dimpled white globes deeply cleft by her bottom crack.
Her ass rested on the backs of her heels, as Irina crouched between Paula's spread legs, the teen's own legs folded under her.
Jutting below Irina's rounded rump were the butterfly lips of her preciously petite pussy.
So blonde and fair and champagne-pale was Irina's fluffy little bush, that it seemed she had virtually no bush at all.
Irina squirmed as her head bobbed ... yet another reason lay behind her ardent squirmings, beside her lust for Paula's hot pussy.
Keen-eyed Loretta spotted that reason ...
Irina had positioned herself so her crotch pressed down on the rounded ball of her heel. Her pussy lay atop it.
The back of her round heel glistened moistly with juices smeared there from her pussy, which rubbed and writhed atop it.
Irina positioned her crotch so her pussy pressed down on the heel. As she squirmed, she rubbed her cunt lips and clit against the back of the heel.
Firing up her own dripping lust!
Juices smeared on Irina's cunt lips, which glowed with dark arousal.
As for Paula-
Her saliva covered not only her face, but Tanya's ripely rounded buttocks, which Paula had licked from top to bottom.
Marking those ripe white ass cheeks, under their dripping coating, were some dark red marks from hot, sucking kisses.
Now, Tanya rolled those ass cheeks, sticky with saliva, back and forth over the face which had so deliciously licked them.
Paula's face was pressed by hot sticky ass cheeks, as she gasped with desire.
Tanya rose up, lifting her ass fully off Paula's face.
When after some seconds the ass cheeks did not lower back into place, moaning Paula fluttered her eyes open.
Tanya reached behind herself, taking hold of her ass cheeks, one in each hand. Strong, ripely resilient bottom flesh was pressed by gripping fingers.
Tanya pulled her ass open, spreading the cheeks to the sides, exposing a little dimpled brown ass-hole.
Groaning with lust, Paula opened her mouth wide.
Tanya lowered herself down on that hot mouth.
Paula's face was hidden from view as it was engulfed by spread ass cheeks. Tanya pressed her ass-hole right to Paula's open mouth.
Paula's lips formed a sort of pressure seal around the quivering ass-hole, ringing it with a tight sucking grip.
The wrinkled folds of the ass-hole quivered under Paula's hot breath.
Paula pressed her tongue to the dimpled depression.
From where she sat, Loretta could not see what Paula's lips and tongue performed on Tanya's proffered ass-hole.
But Tanya's reaction told Loretta just as surely as words!
Red color crept across Tanya's sharp-featured face. Her eyes became glazed. Her parted lips emitted deep sighs.
Paula's tongue pushed up into Tanya's ass-hole, past it, and into the rectum.
Tanya gasped as her ass-hole was rimmed, tongued, adored.
Her fat stiff-nippled tits shook as she squirmed from side to side, minutely adjusting the position of that ultra-sensitive ass-hole on Paula's face.
Paula's own arousal sizzled.
Slow and lingering though it was, Irina's lascivious tongue action on her cunt had reached near-orgasmic proportions.
A mass of sweet "honey" filled Paula's sizzling pussy honey compounded of her rich and dripping juices, and masses of Irina's frothy saliva.
Irina slurped up and swallowed some of the thick stuff, gulping it down, but more oozed out to replace that which was sucked up.
Now, Irina's tongue tip flickered across Paula's clit.
The flattened clit was long and narrow, and now quite swollen, engorged with arousal, and rolling in oily juices.
Paula's legs were now bent at the knees, her sweaty thighs pressing Irina's bobbing head as the girl darted her tongue this way and that.
Loretta's attention turned from the scene of lust enacted opposite her, to the even more lustful scene in which she was a featured player.
Gail, too, was close to coming.
The combination of tit-worship and finger-fucking threw Gail into a near-frenzy. She squirmed in Loretta's embrace, all pinkly nude wriggling flesh.
Loretta thrust her finger deep in Gail's steamy pussy, then pressed the ball of her thumb down on Gail's clit, massaging it.
Gail came!
CHAPTER NINE
Loretta luxuriated in a delicious tongue lapping of her steamy cunt ...
The big, bosomy brunette slumped relaxedly in her chair, leaning back into its velvety, cushioned depths.
She sat back with her cunt pressed close to the chair, her legs lifted, and Gail crouching between them.
Loretta's rounded thighs hugged Gail's hard working head. The backs of her knees rested on Gail's slim shoulders.
Loretta's shapely calves and pretty feet were draped down Gail's back.
Loretta looked down her chest, down across the jelly-like mounds of fat stiff-nippled tits, across her taut belly.
Gail's mouth was fastened to her cunt.
Above the cunt, on the other side of her damp black bush, Loretta could see Gail's wet red face from the mouth up.
Gail's eyes were closed in concentration, helping her work more by touch, with her mouth.
Her tongue was inside Loretta, lapping, licking ...
Loretta sighed with delicious pleasure.
After finger-fucking Gail to orgasm, and after Gail had somewhat recovered from the force of that breathless orgasm, Loretta put her to work for her pleasure.
Now, Gail licked between Loretta's legs, lapping rich juices from her pussy.
Loretta moved around, adjusting position to make the most of her scene.
She slid forward, pressing her cunt even harder against Gail's mouth.
Gail's tongue rolled over heaving membranes, rolling in their juices, lapping them, gulping them down.
Loretta's taut round thighs were sweaty where they clutched Gail's head. From between her legs came many rich sucking sounds.
And even more rich pleasure.
A loose smile of conspiratorial complicity flashed from Loretta to Tanya.
For, like Loretta, Tanya now reaped a harvest of lesbian lust.
like Loretta, Tanya had arranged a new position, and had arranged both her daughter and Paula according to her imagine.
Tanya sat upright on the edge of the bed, her feet planted on the floor.
The Amazon blonde was flanked by female flesh, with Paula kneeling on the mattress to the right of her, and Irina at her left.
Both femmes simultaneously mouthed Tanya's stunning tits.
Tanya's tits were jugs of plenty, providing nourishment for the lesbos.
Tanya sat there looking like the cat who ate the canary. From time to time, her caressing hands stroked Irina and Paula.
Tanya parted her knees, exposing her cunt. Her bush was saliva-saturated. Wetness glimmered between her legs, and on her upper thighs.
Dual sucking sounds emanated from Irina and Paula. Their faces each pressed the tit they mouthed, each pair of lips locked round a nipple.
Tanya's glittering eyes were dreamy now, heavy-lidded, absorbed with introspective lust. Her gaze wandered ...
Looking downward and to the side, her gaze fell on something which caught and held its attraction for a span.
Intrigued by what had attracted Tanya, Loretta let her own gaze follow where Tanya stared with such fascination.
Tanya's gaze was directed at the long low coffee table which stood between the edge of the bed-couch, and the armchair where Loretta luxuriated.
The table was pushed to the side, clearing the center space, making room for those females who would go down on their knees ...
As Gail now was, kneeling at Loretta's feet, her smooth bare shoulders bowed under the weight of Loretta's legs draped across them.
Loretta knew that it was not the coffee table itself which fascinated Tanya, but rather, an object on the table.
What could that object be?
Why, nothing more nor less than the photograph of Loretta's daughter, Julie, in that scanty, skin-tight, soaked bikini.
Tanya looked up from it at last, her eyes meeting Loretta's.
A look, an expression of complicity, of conspiracy, flashed between the two.
As if to reinforce it, Tanya idly stroked Irina's soft platinum-blonde hair, her hand sliding to the back of the girl's neck, across the curve of her shoulder, then down the front of her chest, to touch her breast.
Irina's closed eyes fluttered their thick lashes, and she sucked harder on her mother's fat stiff nipple.
The stroking gesture was as if Tanya was wordlessly saying to Loretta: I brought my daughter into the group; now, you will, too! Loretta nodded her head, signifying yes. Yes, it was time, high time for Julie to join in.
Thoughts such as those excited Loretta almost as much as the action of Gail going down on her hot steamy pussy, as she now was doing.
Gail was pleasantly surprised by the sudden wave of heat which rose up from Loretta's cunt, accompanied by a fresh wave of hot juices.
Gail worked her tongue deeper, stroking and lapping.
Loretta slumped deeper into her chair, causing her cunt to press even more forcefully and directly against Gail's mouth.
Gail was delighted to have her head locked between strong female thighs.
It was like being in her own private world. Thighs, moist with sweat, pressed her head, covering her ears, muffling all sounds.
Gail's sense of sight was useless, not needed for having her face pressed up hard against the cunt which she licked and lapped.
Most of her awareness was focused, concentrated in her mouth. Having her other senses suppressed increased her sensitivity to the nuances of touch.
Loretta's cunt pulsated against the mouth which worked on it. Cunt lips quivered, while her membranes heaved and squirmed.
Loretta let herself slip into a dreamy sensual haze of pleasure. Closing her eyes, she let her awareness drift.
The room was filled with the rustling sounds of satin flesh sliding, contacting, clinging; with moist suckings, lappings, kissings, sighs.
Loretta toyed with her nipples while her pussy was mouth-pleasured.
She rolled the stiff fat points in her fingers, whose surfaces were oily with thick cunt secretions.
She tweaked, rolled, toyed with the nipples.
As she did she, she recalled her own youth, way back when, in the summer when her Aunt Bea initiated her into lesbianism ...
A wonderful summer it was, a summer of joyous lustful discoveries, of countless hours of hard-breathing sexual pleasure.
Why, she had been younger then than Irina was now ...
And, like all good things, the summer came to an end.
When first she had been shipped out to the isolated rural home of Aunt Bea, young Loretta had wept, pleaded, moaned about it.
Never would she be able to endure even a week of such isolation!
Or so she had thought, before Aunt Bea took the girl under her wing and between her legs and in her bed.
Now, Loretta hated for the summer to end.
But she could not stay. She was, after all, only a teen, it was the end of August, and in a week or two, her new school term would start.
On the weekend before the Labor Day weekend, Loretta's mother drove up to the house, to retrieve her now-initiated daughter.
Mom made plans to make a weekend visit of it, and take Loretta home that Sunday afternoon, after spending some time with her older sister.
Friday afternoon, late in the afternoon, Mom drove up.
"Darling, how pretty you look!" Mom said.
Instead of greeting Mom in the usual sloppy sweatshirts and tight jeans which Loretta favored, she had dressed herself up in a summery blouse and skirt.
This was Bea's suggestion, that Loretta surprise her mother by looking like a little lady for a change.
Loretta wore a thin short-sleeved white blouse, and a lightweight pastel pink skirt. The stretched outline of her white bra showed under the outfit.
Her hair was freshly washed and rinsed, her face was well scrubbed, golden tan, shining.
Mom carried a small overnight bag for the trip. She wore a thin, floral-print short-sleeved dress and low-heeled loafers.
Mom was Bea's younger sister. She was fortyish, with a wide plain thick-featured face, wide-bridged nose, red-lipped mouth.
Her face was rounded, pleasant, matronly. Her body was somewhat cloaked by her loose-fitting dress, but not even the loose cloth folds could hide her rounded form.
Voluptuousness was a family trait, it seemed. Mom had big bountiful breasts, an hourglass shape, wide hips.
She was about fifteen to twenty pounds overweight-overweight in the right places, too, in her tits and ass.
But Mom was a respectable, happily married housewife, a lady next door, and she sent off no deliberate sexual signals.
She was a lady ...
Mom exclaimed over how pretty Loretta looked. Clearly Bea had a stroke of inspiration when she suggested that Loretta look nice and feminine for Mom's arrival.
Mom and Bea embraced on the front porch, the swelling "front porches" of their ripe tits pressing as they came together in the embrace.
After kisses and hugs, Mom carried her bags into the house, where she freshened up, then enjoyed a nice dinner.
It was twilight when dinner was done.
Loretta washed the dishes, leaving Mom and Bea alone so they might have a chance to chat and pass the time.
Saying she meant to slip into something more comfortable, Mom excused herself and went upstairs, with Bea accompanying her.
Loretta worked in the kitchen, toweling washed dishes and stacking them in the cupboard, looking out the window over the sink.
It was the end of summer. The days were sweltering, but the nights were cooler. Tonight was balmily pleasant.
Some time passed. Loretta was lost in a dreamy musing about how strange it would be to leave this house of incestuous lesbian passion, and pick up the threads of her everyday, "normal" life.
She had come here a novice about the varieties of sex, naive, unsophisticated.
But she would depart well schooled in the delicious pleasures and techniques of sexual pleasure and passion.
She tried to picture herself back at school, going through the routine of classes, homework, pep rallies, dating.
Would she date?
Date boys, that is?
She supposed so ... although she knew now that her grand passion would be for female flesh, for her own kind.
Not the hard muscular body of a male, but the softly rounded and seductive flesh of a female was her grand desire.
That was something to worry about!
For Loretta was no city dweller, no denizen of the sophisticated big town.
She came from a peaceful, ordinary American suburban community, where such exotic creatures as lesbians were to be found only in the seamy paperback novels with sensational covers and titles sold in the back of Tiny's candy store.
Or so Loretta thought ...
In her naivete, she fancied that such beings as lesbians were not to be found in ordinary walks of everyday life.
Oh, perhaps there might be one or two ...
For example, she was pretty sure that the chief girls' gym coach, Miss Bertell, was a woman-lover, or, rather, girl-lover ...
But she was mannish, flat-chested, unfeminine in the extreme, horse-faced, a real bull-dagger dyke from the old school-
A type totally unappealing to Loretta.
If she wanted a male, she would go out with a real one, and not with any female imitation like the gym teacher.
Without even half-trying, Loretta could think of half-a-dozen girls from school that she'd love to love.
But those girls, most of them, would hardly even let a boy touch their tits after they had been going steady for months.
As far as them getting involved in passionate lesbian lust-play, it just didn't seem too-likely, Loretta unhappily reasoned.
And Bea would be far away ... oh, sure, Bea had cuddled and comforted her, and promised to exchange frequent visits with her niece.
But Bea lived a far piece of distance from where Loretta's folks made their home, and she would not be able to make all that many visits.
Besides, back in the house, with Mom and Dad and Loretta's brother and sisters, there would be little privacy for when Bea came to visit.
So, Loretta was glum about the end of her stay here.
For all intents and purposes lesbian intents and purposes, that is the summer already had come to an end, with Mom's arrival.
With Mom here, Loretta and Bea would have to pretend to no more than the ordinary fondness of an aunt and niece ...
As indeed they had been doing ever since Mom arrived.
Oh, well, Loretta supposed that there was nothing to do but put the best face possible on it, and go through the motions.
She wiped her damp hands on the dish towel, then hung it up. She went into the living room, which now was deserted.
Just looking around, she visualized some of the many steamy sessions of mouth-watering lust enacted between her and Bea.
They had done in on the day-bed, the armchair, the floor, standing against the wall, leaning over the table ...
"Loretta!"
Bea called her from the head of the stairs.
Trying to shake herself from her blue mood, Loretta listlessly made her way out of the living room into the front hall.
Shadows, warm and fuzzy as lint, filled the stairwell. The shadow of the balustrade was thrown on the opposite wall.
Nobody stood at the top of the stairs. "Hello?" Loretta called. "Up here, Lori, in my room," Bea called. "Come up for a minute, hon."
"I'll be right up!"
Loretta climbed the stairs. The lights were out in the hall. Soft yellow light filtered from Bea's open bedroom door, falling into the hall.
Loretta went down the hall, sandaled feet scuffing softly on the faded carpet tacked down, pausing at the open door of Bea's bedroom.
Casually glancing in, Loretta was staggered by surprise.
Bea and Mom lolled indolently on the bed, outfitted in sheer, sleek, seductive lingerie.
Bea had worn such garments before, but Loretta never would have expected her to don such alluring lingerie in the presence of her sister.
But Mom, too, was equally decked out in seductive attire! Dressed to thrill!
"Come in, Lori," Bea purred, "and shut the door behind you!"
CHAPTER TEN
Aunt Bea sat at the bed's edge, playing with her pussy, hotly watching Mom make steamy lesbian love to her daughter, Loretta.
Mom certainly didn't resemble a staid dowdy matron now!
Mom's hair, undone from its normal prim bun, was loose now, free and hanging down to her shoulders. The hair was a dull mouse-brown color, but it was thick and full with a good glossy texture.
Mom's face was painted, done up with cosmetics.
She had done it earlier, when she first had come upstairs. Now, her brows were dark penciled arches, high and sleek.
Her eyes were shadowed and lined. But what really made Mom's usually filmy eyes come alive was not the makeup setting them off.
It was the lust smoldering in the orbs.
Lust for a lesbian daughter!
Mom's lips were painted with rich ripe red lipstick. The lipstick looked glossy, moist as wet paint, as if it would drip off her full-lipped mouth any second now.
What's more, Mom wore a sexy slip and a pair of high heels.
The slip had black lace cups. The soft cups strained under the load of Mom's heavy tits, and could barely contain them.
Mom was a big-titted woman. Her twin melon-sized mounds of creamy white flesh oozed out of the sides of the confining cups.
Her tits stretched the lace cups, which were elaborately embroidered to start with, making them even more transparent.
Her fat nipples were stiff pebbles of flesh, throbbing against lace. Her cleavage looked deep as a canyon.
A good deal of her tits showed, big swelling breast tops, globes of white flesh.
Mom was an indoors kind of person. Face and arms were very lightly tanned from summer sun, but the rest of her flesh was milky-white.
Below the tit cups, the rest of the slip was thin sheer black satin. A hefty gal, Mom's ample flesh filled the slip.
Black lace hemmed the garment, an embroidered band circling Mom's rounded knees.
Her calves were big, meaty stems, tapering to slim ankles ... And those shoes!
Mom wore a pair of black patent leather high heels. Wicked footwear, the leather black and slick as glass, black glass.
Spiked stiletto heels added inches to her height when she stood up. But Mom wasn't standing now.
She was stretched out in bed, making passionate love to Loretta.
Aunt Bea was in her lingerie, too.
Bea wore a pink baby doll top and a pair of fullcut pink satin panties.
The top was sleeveless and sheer, its gauzy fabric as transparent as a window screen, gauzily draping but by no means obscuring her oversized tits.
Her stiff-nippled tits strained against the sheer, gauzy mesh. The nipples were dark fat wide buttons of flesh.
Bea sat down at the foot of the already rumpled bed, with her broad bare bottom pressing deep into the mattress.
Her feet were on the floor, her pink satin panties were around her ankles.
Her knees were thrown to the sides, spreading her meaty white hams wide. One hand labored between her legs.
Moisture oozed between her cunt lips, whose fleshy folds seethed with fast-rising heat from her frantic fondlings.
The fingers of her plump hands writhed on her cunt, sliding, stroking ...
Having been undressed by Mom and her sister, Loretta wore only a pair of thin white bikini panties as she lay on her back on the bed.
The big picture was clear to her now: Mom was a lesbo, too!
This night, Loretta had learned the entire truth ...
Mom and Bea had always been close ... in more ways than the world suspected.
Bea, the older sister, in her youth had taken the responsibility of raising her kid sister, Loretta's future mother.
Bea, highly sexed, had instigated childish sex-play with her sister at an early age it was their "Little secret."
But when Mom reached puberty, the sex-play between her and Bea got serious.
The sisters became lesbian lovers.
The relationship had continued for some years. But Bea's sister wanted more out of life. She wanted a family, children.
Bea tried to discourage this ambition, to no avail. Eventually, the sisters quarreled and had an angry feud.
After marriage and having her first child, the sisters patched things up. And it was not so very long after that that they resumed their illicit relationship.
Mom had a husband and a lovely family. But her husband's loving left much to be desired. He could not make her flesh sing with seething ecstasy.
Only another woman could do that.
Bea and Mom resumed their lesbian passions.
Bea was good, but Mom was a perfect masquerader! No one not even those who thought they knew her best had the least suspicion that the dull-eyed matron was a muff-diver and a clit-licker.
And that was why Mom had shuttled Loretta off to Bea for this summer-
Not only to break off Loretta's unwanted romance with an unacceptable boyfriend, but to have Loretta set on what Mom regarded as the right and proper path to supreme pleasure of the body and the bed: Woman-love!
She had packed her daughter off to her sister so that Loretta might be initiated into woman-love and recruited into the ranks of lesbianism.
Bea had done her "work" superbly well, of course.
And of course, she had a good subject to work with. For some reason, whether of heredity or environment, or of just plain personal preference, the trait to lesbianism was strong in the females of the family.
Loretta was a bosomy, juicy, nubile little pice of hot-blooded pussy, and she had come alive under Bea's training and tutelage.
It had been a help when Bea discovered Loretta playing with her pussy in the bathroom but the process would have been the same without that fortuitous action, which really allowed Bea to get things rolling fast.
Summer was over now, and Loretta was a confirmed lesbian.
And so Mom had arrived to claim her converted daughter, to take her home.
To take her!
Despite all she had gone through this summer, with her new insight into human nature in general and lesbian ways in particular, Loretta was stunned by this revelation.
When first she glanced through the bedroom door, seeing her fleshy mother and aunt indolently lolling around on the bed in seductive lingerie, Loretta had assumed that they were throwing some kind of pajama party.
Bizarre and outlandish as the concept was, it seemed to make more sense than for Loretta to assume that what was happening was just what it had to be:
That Mom and Bea had a thing going on!
But the two adult femmes rose up from the bed of pleasure, and went to Loretta.
Soft hands took hold of the dazed teen, guiding her steps into the room, caressing her through her clothes, feeling, fondling.
Loretta was sandwiched between the two bosomy, big-assed females.
The teen's tender flesh tingled as it was pressed and rubbed with lingerie-clad flesh. The scent of women filled her nostrils.
"My little girl!" Mom exclaimed.
Mom pressed moist, sweat-slick palms to Loretta's cheeks, and kissed her on the mouth.
Mom's lipstick tasted sweet ...
"You're a big girl now, Loretta!" Mom murmured.
Her hand rubbed Loretta's tits through her blouse.
Loretta trembled as she looked into Mom's eyes. What she saw there made her gasp involuntarily.
For Mom gazed on her with the same eyes of lust that she had seen countless times in Aunt Bea!
And then Mom's and Aunt Bea's soft hands took hold of her, guiding the stunned teen closer to the ready bed.
Quickly they undressed Loretta.
A few short sentences of explanation, breathily delivered by the adult lesbian sisters, as they took off Loretta's garments, sufficed to explain it all.
Dazed, Loretta grew dimly aware that her blouse and skirt were off.
Even as she had that thought, her bra was unhooked at the back by Aunt Bea. The bra was removed.
Loretta's high firm teen tits swelled, expanding, seemingly breathing free after their confinement in the bra.
Her tits were now colored a ripe, golden tan color, since Bea had allowed the girl sessions of nude sunbathing for an all-over tan.
Bea stood behind the girl, soft plump hands resting on her shoulders, big fat stiff-nippled tits pressing against her now-bare back.
While Mom stood facing Loretta, cupping her daughter's tits, fondling them.
At last, panty-clad only, Loretta was guided to the bed. Her legs folded. Down she sat. Womanly hands eased the teen down on her back on the bed.
The bed sagged when Mom mounted it and lay down beside her daughter. Mom wore her high heeled shoes to bed a kinkily exciting touch, that.
More touches followed, the physical kind, Mom's hands exploring the multiple charms of her nubile daughter's body.
Mom seemed another person altogether, wicked, sexciting, transformed from the dowdy dull-eyed matron into a creature of fire and passion.
Painted red lips pressed the parted lips of Loretta, fastening a mother's hot sweet mouth to the mouth of her daughter.
Tongue-kissing Loretta, Mom fondled her daughter's bare tits.
Her touch made Loretta squirm with lust.
Moisture oozed inside the girl, thick rich honey. Her squirmings caused her bikini panty crotch to press tightly into her snatch.
Oozing juices soaked into her panties, moistening them. When Mom started feeling Loretta's crotch, the panties really grew wet.
Mom's heavy tits was it possible? Was
Mom even bigger in the bust than sensationally stacked Aunt Bea? her heavy tits nuzzled Loretta.
Where Mom's hands had explored, feeling and fondling, her mouth followed.
Taking hold of Loretta's tits, one in each hand, Mom pushed them together and rubbed her smooth shining face against them.
Loretta's stiff nipples throbbed heavily under the licking given them by Mom's tongue, a wickedly limber and skillful tongue it was, too.
Mom sucked a stiff nipple between painted red lips and nibbled it.
Bea sat smirking on the edge of the bed. Her black bush could be dimly made out through the fabric of her not quite transparent pink satin panties.
Bea lifted her big ass off the bed, tugged the panties down her hips and thighs and off her knees. They fluttered down to her ankles.
She spread her thighs and pressed her hand to her cunt and rubbed it, sighing and gasping as the fingers rolled across flesh.
Loretta lifted her head and pressed her face into Mom's tits.
Partly sheathed in stretched black lace cups, most of the soft roundness of Mom's big-tit rack oozed into view.
A slight film of sweat made her cleavage moist, sticky, when moaning Loretta pushed her face down in there.
Mom's tits were big fat pillows of flesh, pushing back.
Mom sat up. Smiling down at her dazed daughter, Mom slipped her fingers under her straps and pulled them down off her shoulders.
She freed the black lace cups from her tits, whose massy mounds flopped free, jiggling in an impressive display of creamy flesh.
Loretta gasped, with wanting why, Mom was even bigger in the bust than Bea!
And now Mom's udder-like tits dangled over Loretta's head.
"Ooh, come to Momma, honey!"
Loretta's moaning was muffled when Mom stuffed a fat stiff nipple in her mouth, along with plenty of tit flesh.
Loretta sucked, saliva seething around Mom's throbbing nipple.
Loretta's cunt was all steamed up.
Muscles contracted in her thighs, squeezing. Her cunt lips quivered, a load of hot honey seething within.
Eyes closed, cunt quivering, Loretta sucked for all she was worth.
A brief interval came, during which Mom freed one sucked nipple from her daughter's mouth, replacing it with the other nipple.
Some more sucking of the nipple-nibbling variety ensued ...
In addition to Mom's slow, husky breath, Loretta heard Bea's moaning, as her aunt played with her own pussy.
Very thoughtful of Bea, to sit this round out, allowing mother and daughter to get intimately acquainted in the sexual way.
One of Bea's hands labored between her legs for her pleasure. Her other hand reached out and caressed Mom's ass.
Mom's buttocks were a pair of splendid spreading globes which were fully outlined against the black satin slip pulled so tautly across them.
First, Bea fondled Mom's ass through the slip. Then she rubbed the backs of Mom's strong thighs, reaching for the knees.
Taking hold of the slip's lacy hem, Bea lifted it, rolling it up to Mom's waist and baring all below it.
Now she could caress naked ass flesh, with no intervening fabric.
Mom's spreading butt quivered and contracted from Bea's fondlings. Bea's hand dropped down below the creamy white cheeks.
Down to where a pair of fleshily oversized pussy lips quivered, all redly dark with arousal, stickily moist with smeared juices.
Mom moaned when Bea first laid a hand on her cunt lips.
Bea fondled Mom's cunt with one lust-trembling hand, and fondled her own quivering cunt with her other hand.
Mom began shaking her ass this way and that, working her hips back and forth in response to the action of Mom's hands.
Juices smeared on Bea's fingers, as she slipped one of those long fingers up inside Mom's hot, juicy cunt.
All the way up ... Bea wriggled the finger, then began working it back and forth, in and out, finger-fucking her sister-
Loretta's mom!
But Bea had to remove the finger so Mom could sit up. The slip, already pulled off her tits, and pulled off her pussy and ass, now was pulled off entirely and cast aside, as only one more encumbrance ...
Mom was all naked, all round and curved, with creamy white flesh and a big fat dark brown pubic bush, and those red-painted lips ...
And those fat stiff brown nipples ...
(Yes, thought Loretta in the present, the Now, in her seat of pleasure in Paula's living room, where her pussy was being pleasured by Paula's sister Gail, yes, Loretta thought, that's the way it should be, with mother instructing her daughter in the ways of lesbian love just as I will soon do with Julie, my daughter ... )
Loretta could see, clear as life, crystal-clear and sharp, the pictures in her mind of how it had been when her mother had mounted her.
All nude, Mom squatted over Loretta's head. Loretta gazed up in wonderment at Mom's thick-lipped, brown-bushed cunt, wide white thighs, melon-shaped tits ...
Mom leaned forward, gripping Loretta's panties (whose crotch was soaked through with juices) and pulling them down.
Loretta's cunt lips glistened with a coating of sticky smeared juices. She lifted her ass off the bed so her panties could pass it.
Mom's steamy cunt hovered over Loretta's head. The teen could smell it, could sense heat pouring out of that hole.
Loretta reached up. Mom's big ass was creamily yielding, her skin all glossy, smooth, warm. Loretta pulled downward.
Mom squatted down, pressing her cunt against Loretta's mouth. Puckered pink lips pressed dozens of quick breathless kisses on Mom's cunt.
Her tongue stood up and nudged its tip against Mom's cunt lips.
Mom oohed and aahed as she rocked back and forth, up and down, sliding her cunt over the licking tongue.
Then she stuck her tongue between the cunt lips, where thick juices boiled up to meet the invader. She shoved her tongue deep.
Mom, meanwhile, gave as good as she got.
She parted Loretta's thighs, pressed her face to the teen's crotch.
Unholy lust masked Mom's moaning face. Her eyes rolled in delight as she pressed her famished mouth to her daughter's most intimate flesh.
Loretta twisted, squirming under Mom's kisses and tongue action. Mom licked Loretta's cunt, inside and out.
Loretta did a good job of giving pleasure. Mom's taste filled her mouth, its scent filled her head, intoxicating her.
Mom's clit was a fat button of throbbing flesh. It throbbed harder under the kiss of Loretta's whippy, lapping tongue.
Mom's squirmings grew more and more agitated. Moans from her cunt-lapping mouth rippled through the teen cunt it lapped.
But it was Loretta who came first. Mom's expertise took her over the edge.
Loretta cried out again and again under orgasm's wracking strain.
...Later, but not too long afterwards, Aunt Bea climbed into the picture, changing the incestuous pair into a trio.
Loretta, on her back, was done at both ends. Mom squatted between her legs, while Bea sat on her face.
Bea had masturbated to climax, timing her coming so it arrived when Loretta and Mom shuddered under dual oral orgasms.
Bea's cunt was steamy, aromatic, richly flavored, as it dropped over Loretta's mouth, tenting it, pressing down.
Loretta was overwhelmed with steamy satin female flesh.
Mom crouched kneeling between her daughter's spread legs. Mom lapped, her tongue riding over Loretta's seething cunt lips.
Bea rocked back and forth, fleshy buttocks rolling over Loretta's face. Loretta was red-faced, gasping for breath.
And, even later, Loretta sat one out, watching with wide-eyed absorption the sight of her mother and her aunt entwined in naked lewd lesbian love and lust ...
All those memories dissolved in a lightning flash of intense orgasm-
Loretta climaxed.
Gail's cunt-lapping and clit-licking had done the deed, making Loretta come. As ecstasy convulsed her, Loretta caught sight of the photo of her daughter, Julie ...
Julie, the next lesbian recruit!
EPILOGUE
"Irina, this is so heavenly!"
Julie found a bit of heaven on her own bed thanks to Irina's mouth working between her legs.
It was early in the day. Irina and Julie had cut school to go to Julie's house. Julie knew Loretta would be out all day.
Irina and Julie were lovers.
Irina had seduced Julie. Julie was very impressionable, and already had kind of a crush on Irina, who was more sophisticated and adult.
Of course, it wasn't until Julie was turned up naked and trembling under Irina's exquisite lesbian loving, that Julie realized just how sophisticated Irina was!
Now, Julie couldn't get enough of it. Before Irina she had had boyfriends aplenty, yet none of them had ever gone down on her.
Julie lay on her back on her bed. When she left for school this morning, she had left the bed unmade, knowing she would be coming back within an hour to use it some more.
And here she was.
Irina crouched nude between Julie's bent spread legs. Irina was more petite, more delicately formed than big-boned, bosomy Julie.
Irina crouched on folded legs, her ripe dimpled white rear resting on the backs of her heels, her body folded, her pear-shaped tits pressing the taut tops of her thighs as she leaned forward to press her head to Julie's cunt.
Irina looked up, across Julie's saliva-soaked bush, across her taut belly, up to her chest, where the semi-solid mounds of her tits squirmed and jiggled.
Irina's caressing hands took hold of Julie's tits, one in each hand. As she kneaded Julie's mounds, she darted her tongue this way and that.
Julie's cunt was wet with saliva on the outside, and full of thick honeyed juices on the inside.
Now, it was Julie's swollen clit which was the target of Irina's tongue.
"Don't stop, don't stop!" Julie gasped.
Irina fastened her fingers on Julie's nipples, and pulled and pinched the dark brown points, squeezing and teasing them.
Her wise serpent's tongue flailed Julie's clit.
"GOD!! ! "
Julie climaxed.
Her legs were bent, their knees pushed up close to her face. Her thighs convulsively clamped down on Irina's head.
Irina savored her face full of squirming orgasming cunt flesh.
Julie shuddered, slumped limp on the bed, flopping back, legs easing their grip, pulse pounding, heart hammering.
Irina lifted her sticky wet face from between Julie's legs.
"Ummmm, where are you going?" Julie moaned.
"To the bathroom," Irina said. "Hurry back!"
Irina clambered off the bed, padding lithely barefoot to the bedroom door, then into the hall beyond it, leaving Julie spread on the bed, nipples stiff, legs spread, pussy coated with saliva and secretions.
Carefully Irina closed the door.
She was not alone in the hall.
Loretta waited there.
She was a knock-out, hair done up, face cosmeticized, voluptuous body clad in a see-through black satin nightie and high heels.
Loretta had been hidden in the house all the time. Irina knew she was here. She and Loretta had planned this.
Julie was due for initiation into the lesbian group. But before she joined the circle, she would first make the intimate acquaintance of her mother. With Irina there to help seduce Julie, the daughter surely would succumb to lesbian incest ... she was so very close to her mother!
And due in minutes to be so very much closer!
Silently Irina pressed her naked front to Loretta. Petite Irina had to rise on tiptoes to kiss Loretta on the mouth.
Woman and girl, they kissed with open mouths and thrusting tongues.
