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Lannie - 2 (Ff, inc)
by Sondra & Jeremy Smith
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Susan smiled, and slid her tongue back up Lannie's body,
crawling up as well, letting her own breasts slide along her
daughter's abdomen, then over her belly, then, up over her
chest.
She knelt over the girl, pressing her breasts against
Lannie's, rubbing them back and forth, then from side to side,
making the soft, malleable tit flesh roll and mash down on
Lannie's own soft orbs.
She slid down again, grasping Lannie's tits in her hands
and squeezing them upwards as she attacked them with more
passion. She opened her mouth wide and clamped it down on one
big chunk of tit meat, sucking it into her mouth along with
he nipple it surrounded. She chewed and sucked and gnawed on
it as Lannie moaned and writhed below her.
"OOhhhhhhh! Moooooooom," she groaned, pushing feebly at
Susan's face. "Nooo," she panted. Her breasts were so hot, so
hard, she was afraid they were going to explode. Her nipples
were already stinging like glass shards were embedded in them,
burning like live coals were atop them. She'd never imagined
her breasts could be so hard, so swollen, the flesh so taut
across them.
Her breasts bubbled and boiled, sending hot, flashing lust
through her chest, making her gasp and cough as it surrounded
her lungs and choked off her breath.
But Susan ignored her, mashing the fat breasts together,
plumping them up and out, biting and chewing on first one, then
the other, fingers digging deep furrows in the soft, white skin.
Susan settled over her daughter, hot flesh laying down on
hot flesh. She rubbed and ground her body against Lannie, rol-
ling her breasts below her into Lannie's lower chest and upper
belly. She slid her right leg over and between Lannie's thighs,
rubbing it up and down against the girl's exposed cunt slid.
Lannie was soon breathing in harsh, ragged gasps again,
moaning and groaning as she rolled her head in sexual torpor.
Susan slid down the girl's body until she was sitting on her
heels between her thighs. She was bent over so that her breasts
were crushed into her own thighs as she gazed at her daughter's
cunt opening.
She caressed the girl's trembling thighs, then slid her
thumbs into the soft, tight pussy cleft and gently peeled her
open. She pulled wider and wider, opening her up like a flower,
displaying the gleaming pink flesh inside, the hard little
hooded clit, and the soft, round, dark little hole that led up
into Lannie's belly.
She licked her lips in hunger, then leaned in and let her
tongue slid up and down the pink flesh.
Karen had taught her one trick she hadn't yet mentioned to
Lannie. She had taught her how to exercise her tongue so that
she could push it out further and further. Susan could touch the
tip of her nose with her tongue, but that wasn't what she had
used the ability for over the years.
She showed Lannie now, pressing her tongue against the
teenager's hole and wriggling it down into the spasming little
opening. She twisted and twined it in her daughter's fuck hole,
scooping out hot, tasty fuck honey, the warm cunt milk that her
daughter was exuding in such delicious amounts.
She pumped her tongue up and down in Lannie's cunt as the
girl moaned and humped up against her. She felt Lannie's hands
on her head, pushing down instinctively. She smiled inwardly,
then pumped her tongue faster. She pulled it out then slid it
up over Lannie's clit.
Lannie gasped in shocked pleasure as her mother's tongue
slithered up and down across her clit. She felt her fingers
exposing the hot little fuck button, then felt her lips close
around it and suck. Her tongue continued to wriggle eagerly
across the hot button as her mother sucked.
Lannie felt her heaving body began to burn upwards again
towards another orgasm. She panted for breath, hands jerking
down beside her waist, curling into tight fists as she stared
upwards.
Then a towering wave of sexual pleasure roared over her
and drowned her in it's deep, all encompassing ecstasy. She
cried out in glorious pleasure, her back arching, her ass
bouncing on the floor of the balcony as her cunt blasted a
deep, steaming froth of boiling sexual heat up into her guts.
In the midst of it she felt herself pierced, felt her
mother's oily fingers thrust up into her pussy, one, then two,
then three, pumping savagely s she bounced and jerked and shook
in the grip of the massive sexual storm. She cried out again,
shuddering and trembling as another powerful blast wave of
pleasure rocked her.
Then she groaned in exhaustion as she sank back down out
of the climax.
Susan smiled and slid up Lannie's body, her own flesh
caressing the soft oiled girlflesh below. She pressed her
breasts against Lannie's and stared down into the girl's face.
Lannie looked up wearily, and Susan smiled.
She slid a hand below the teen's head and lifted it up,
then kissed her, not as a mother, but as a lover. Her lips
slid softly over Lannie's as her tongue probed against her
lips. She slid her tongue inside the girl's mouth and mashed
her lips down.
Lannie responded instinctively, their lips caressed each
other in a soft, warm, loving embrace. Susan stroked her
daughter's body, letting her hands move softly, lightly. She
slid her hand around her daughter's body, then rolled back,
pulling Lannie with her.
Lannie found herself laying atop her mother's body, look-
ing down into her mother's face. She gulped anxiously as she
realized what was expected of her. Yet she also felt excite-
ment at the challenge, at the eroticism of the act.
She was still breathing heavily, but now she moved her
own hands onto her mother's body for the first time, at least
consciously. She gazed down at Susan's breast as her hand
closed over it, watching the flesh bulge upwards as she
squeezed.
She'd never touched another's breasts, and was intrigued
as she worked her fingers into the soft meat. She bent and
licked over the nipple. It was much bigger than her own, which
she found fascinating. She sucked on it, trying to copy what
her mother had done to her own pink nipples.
She squeezed both her mother's breasts as she licked and
sucked on first one, then the other. She pinched them teasingly,
then pulled them upwards, only to let them fall back. She chewed
softly, her teeth gnawing at the sensitive flesh as her tongue
lapped hungrily.
But Susan was too hot to just lay there through a long
tongue bath. Licking and sucking her daughter to orgasms had
excited her to a fever pitch, and she needed much more. She
gripped Lannie's hand and shoved it desperately down between
her legs, rubbing at her cunt.
"Oh!" she gasped. "Oh yes!" Oh, honey! Ohhh!"
Lannie rubbed at her mother's cunt pad as she watched and
felt her mother jerk and shake. She knew she was approaching
orgasm, and looked at her, entranced, as Susan began to jerk
and shake and moan in passionate release.
Lannie rubbed inexpertly at her mother's slit, stroking
her fingers hard over the cunt slit, over her clitty, rubbing
her, masturbating her, as she did herself. Her mother's body
jerked and heaved upwards against her as Lannie rubbed her clit,
then went still.
"Did you come?" she asked excitedly.
"OOhhhhhh," Susan moaned, letting her hands caress her
daughter's head and face.
Lannie slid lower, excited again herself. She tongued at her
mother's belly button, then eased lower, gazing directly into her
mother's slit, into the opening she herself had emerged from. She
pried her mother's cunt lips open and licked her lips nervously as
she stared at the revealed flesh.
Then she began to lick her tongue up and down the pink flesh,
lapping excitedly at the clitty, sucking and kissing it. She felt
a hot stab of lust as she slid a finger into her mother's cunt
tunnel and felt it squeezing hotly down on the digit. She slid in
another, pumping them in and out as she licked at the clitty.
She heard her mother groan and whine and whimper in pleasure,
then felt her ass starting to grind into the balcony. Susan began
to buck up against her and Lannie redoubled her actions, slurping
and licking and sucking on her mother's clitty as she fucked her
fingers down into her cunt tunnel.
She remembered something, then, something from a porno film
she had seen once on cable. Excitedly she shifted her body around
until she was kneeing over her mother's face, then eased down,
licking at her mother's cunt a she lowered her pussy over her
mother's face.
She sighed happily as her mother gripped her ass cheeks and
then began to lick at her snatch. She responded at once, licking
at her mother's pussy, lapping and sucking hungrily as she
grunted and moaned in pleasure.
She rubbed her face into her mother's pussy, stroking the
pink flesh with her chin and lips and nose. Her tongue jammed
down into the hot little fuck hole as she tasted her mother's
cunt milk. She came again, bouncing on her mother's body, groan-
ing and whining in heat and passion as she jammed her cunt down
on her mother's tongue.
Then it was her mother's turn to come again, jerking and
humping as Lannie ate her out.
After that they lay in each other's arms, softly stroking
each other, exchanging long, moist kisses, their tongues slid-
ing back and forth.
Finally, Susan sat up, pushing Lannie away. She ran a hand
through her own hair and blinked up at the sunlight.
"We should get in before we get burned," she said.
Lannie sighed softly in response.
Susan reached down and gripped her wrist, pulling the limp
girl up to a sitting position. Lannie groaned, then pushed her-
self up and, hand in hand, the two naked women walked back into
the apartment.
Susan was, naturally, delighted at how things had gone. It
was her hope that she would be able to persuade Lannie of the
benefits and advantages of lesbian lust, perhaps even convince
her not to waste her time on boys.
Their relationship had gone a subtle change. In Susan's
mind Lannie was now both daughter and lover, a lush, sweet,
sexually desirable woman who just happened to also be her sweet
little girl, in need of motherly protection.
For Lannie things were more complicated. Her mother had
long been something of a friend, offering advice more than
giving orders. Now, after their lovemaking, she believed her-
self more equal than she had before. She was proud of herself
being able to make her mother cum, and thought that gave her
certain rights she didn't have before.
She was surprised at how much pleasure she herself had
gotten from the sex, and knew that it would not be the last
time she engaged in lesbian love. She still had a deep
curiosity about male-female sex, but the urgency to lose her
virginity was somewhat lessened now.
Now she could experiment and have wonderful sex, without
the worries and fears of what boys would think of her, what they
would say behind her back, who they would tell. She trusted her
mother completely, and felt safe and free of worry in her arms.
She felt no embarrassment at what they had done together,
no guilt. After all, her mother had initiated it, and obviously
her mother wouldn't have done anything that was really wrong.
Both had enjoyed it immensely, and though she knew that others
would strongly disapprove, she also knew they would never find
out.
She knew what they'd done was...well, very, very kinky, but
that only excited her. She was surprised at herself, that she'd
done something such a...perverted act of sex It was perverted,
she told herself. Everyone would say so.
"You what?" Darla would gape. "You had sex with your
MOTHER?!!"
Lannie giggled just thinking about it, about telling Darla
or Shelly how she'd sucked her mother's cunt, and how her mother
had sucked her off.
It made her skin break out in goosebumps, and made her face
flush. It excited her, aroused her. She'd done something dirty.
She was a wicked, sex fiend!
It made her feel hot to be so wicked, and when she walked
around the next day at school, she was exquisitely aware of how
sexy she was, how sensual she felt.
Under her tight jeans and the button down red top that was
cropped off just below the breasts, she wore her only really sexy
lingerie, black lace french bra and string bikini panties. She'd
bought them, with much embarrassment, for her first lover.
She'd had no idea, of course, that her first lover would be
a woman, let alone her mother.
She wore them today because it helped her feel even sexier
and more desirable. She was aware of every male eye that turned
her way, and shivered a little as she imagined, with new insight,
what they were thinking when they watched her. They all wanted
to fuck her, to push their big cocks into her pussy.
Well, they'd just have to wait. Mom was right. Having sex
with them would probably be a short and unhappy experience. It
would hurt, and they'd blab to their friends. She could take out
her sexual lusts with mom for the time being.
For the first time ever she was also aware of the girls when
they looked at her. She knew, from her own experience, that when
girls looked at girls it was mostly just checking out the
opposition. She always watched what the other girls were wearing,
after all, and how their hair looked, and what kind of makeup
they had on.
But now, she wondered if any of them were looking at her
like the boys were. Some of them must be gay, after all. Were
some of them thinking about how they'd like to lick her and
suck her? She'd never thought of that before, but now she
tried to imagine herself having sex with...Amber, say, or
Blair, or maybe Sara.
Were any of them gay? She didn't think so. They all dated,
like she did. None had ever approached her with any hints of sex.
She wondered if they'd be willing to consider hints from her.
No. That was far too dangerous. If she came on to a girl and
the girl told people... No, she didn't dare, not unless she was
sure of the other girl. She would be on the lookout for some girl
coming on to her, though.
In the meantime, she moved from class to class, aware that
many male eyes and some female eyes, focused in on her with lust,
and that her body was hot, and seductive, and sexy, and that
others wanted her.
It turned her on, and made her pussy tingle. She felt a
moist heaviness between her legs.
So by the time school was over and she made her way home she
was feeling very aroused. Her Mom was not home yet, but Lannie
wasn't going to wait hours to relieve the heat between her legs.
She stripped naked in front of the big mirror in her room,
then posed and preened. She put her hands behind her head and
arched her back, sliding her tongue back and forth over her lips
as she looked at herself. She turned sideways, then turned her
back on the mirror, bending over and spreading her legs.
She had a great ass, she decided, a sexy ass.
She spread her legs and bent over more, gazing at the tight
slit between her legs. She slid a hand between her legs and rub-
bed two fingers up and down along the slit, then drove them up
into herself. She grunted softly a she pumped her fingers in her
pussy. She was already very wet inside, had been wet most of the
day.
Her fingers moved easily in her pussy opening, gliding in
and out of her soft, tight, warm cunt tunnel, sawing back and
forth against her little clit bud.
She straightened up and turned around, her eyes hot and
excited as she stared at her nude body. She stroked her hands up
and down over her silky flesh, cupping her breasts, squeezing and
kneading them, pinching and rolling her hard pink nipples.
"Slut," she whispered. "Dirty lesbian whore."
The words excited her and she slid a hand down between her legs,
stroking her clitty again. She had never watched herself come, and
the idea suddenly seemed very attractive.
She stepped right up to the edge of the dresser, then changed
her mind and moved away. she walked down the hall to her mother's
room and went in. Her mother had a large, floor to ceiling mirror
on the inside of her door, with bright lights around it. She could
see herself much better in that.
She paused, then searched through her mother's drawer and
pulled out some of the sexy lingerie she'd showed off a few days
back. They were much the same size, though her mother was a cup
smaller, being a thirty-six C instead of a thirty-six-D.
She drew on the black lace teddy, pulling it up her legs, then
drawing the straps over her shoulders. It was very tight across her
breasts, but as she turned and stared at herself in the mirror, she
let out a small groan of pleasure.
She looked so hot!
The teddy was gauzy and sheer, and she could see her hard pink
nipples easily, as well as the small bush between her legs. The
teddy was very high cut, both in front and in back, and she turned
and posed again and again, her face flushed happily as she admired
herself.
She stripped at last, then drew on what her mother called a
merry widow outfit. This consisted of a lacy black bustier, even
more transparent than the bra she'd worn today, a matching garter
belt and garters, long lacy black stockings, and a G-string.
She also found, and put on, a pair of high, black, spiked
heels. The heels were far higher than she would have ever dared
wear to school or to a dance, or to anywhere else, for that matter.
They were what the guys called. "fuck me" shoes, because of the way
a girl's ass looked when she wore it.
Now, as she posed for the mirror, with nothing over her ass
except the thin strap of the G-string running down between her
cheeks, Lannie could understand why they called it that.
She loved the way she looked, loved the way she felt, loved
the way the bustier squeezed her ribs and her tits, shoving her
already good sized mounds up and out. Why, half her breasts were
bared as she moved around in the sexy garment.
There was a clap of thunder, and she went to the window and
looked out. The sky had gotten very dark, and it looked like it was
getting ready to rain any second. Then it did, the rain pouring
down and catching some people unawares.
She looked out in disappointment. She had just been getting
the idea that she'd like to go outside in these, to walk around
without anyone knowing what she wore beneath her clothes. She
thought that would be very sexy.
Then she swallowed as a bolt hit her, a sudden wild thought
that made her pussy burn.
She couldn't go out in these shoes, of course, whether it
was raining or not. She unbuckled them then took them off. She
then eyed the long, lacy stockings. Her mother would kill her
if she got them wet and ruined them.
She rolled them down and put them away.
Without them, of course, there was no point in wearing the
garter belt, so she unclipped it and put it back too. Then,
deciding that naked was even sexier than the bustier and G-string,
she stripped off completely.
She hurried out of the room and went to the front closet.
There she found her rubber boots and put them on, then pulled down
her raincoat. The raincoat zipped up the front, and fell to about
six inches above the knees. She pulled it on and zipped it up, then
got her keys and left.
She took the elevator downstairs with a middle aged man, a man
who had no idea she was completely naked below her raincoat. Lannie
couldn't help rubbing her thighs together discretely as the
elevator moved.
She got out in the lobby, then went to the front doors, and
out. She flipped up the hood and went out into the rain, enjoying
the way it pelted down onto the hood and against her raincoat.
She was cool beneath it, of course, at least, her skin was. It
didn't chill her, though, because she was too aroused, her blood
moving too fast. She walked down the street towards the small mall
on the corner. There would be people there.
She reached the mall, and went into the Seven-Eleven. She
walked along the aisles. There were many people there, moving
around, buying things. None knew she was nude. She saw a guy at the
magazine rack looking at a dirty magazine, and had the almost
irresistible urge to open her coat and show him the real thing.
"Hey, Lannie."
She whirled and saw Mike Moore and Amy Phillips.
"Hi," she said, her heart pounding.
"Crummy day, huh?" Amy said.
"Oh, I kind of like the rain sometimes," Lannie said.
"Yeah, well, if you're wearing a raincoat, it's okay," Mike
said sourly. He only had a t-shirt, and his hair was soaked.
"Be prepared," Lannie said. "I should've been a girl scout."
She talked to them for another couple of minutes, both
excited and afraid. After all, if they found out she was naked
the whole school would know. Her name would be mud! Everyone
would think she was a nympho.
She left then, sauntering a little. Instead of heading
straight home she turned down the street. There was a field that
ran behind her block, one that she sometimes walked through on
her way to Elm street, where the bus was.
Thunder cracked again, and lightning lanced across the
skies as the rain poured down. She walked to the edge of the
field, then turned in, walking along the path that led along
side the houses.
To her left was the waist high grass, then, a hundred yards
or so away, there was a line of trees. On her right, about twenty
five yards away, were the fences that blocked the backs of
people's yards.
She walked about fifty yards up the path, then came to the
cross path. This one led off into the grass, a wider path that
led to Bank street where the elementary school was, and where
there were several much larger malls.
She turned onto that path. Now there was nothing but grass
on both sides for a considerable distance, and nothing she could
see ahead but trees and grass. She unzipped her coat and let it
fall open, her heat increasing as the rain fell on her bare skin.
She eased her coat wider, baring her breasts as she walked.
She trembled with excitement.
She passed a low gully then, leading down from the path.
There were a number of trees here, and a narrow brook that was
moving faster as the rain continued. This was an area she always
worried about when she used this path, because some strange man
could hide there and pounce on her when she was alone.
Now, feeling more excited than ever, she made her way
carefully down into the gully. She took the raincoat off com-
pletely and walked nude in amongst the trees. Her head jerked
from side to side as she looked around anxiously, but there was
nobody in sight.
The rain spattered against her swollen breasts and dripped
down off her nipples. It ran in fast rivulets down her silky
flesh to her thighs, then down between her pussy lips.
She found a clear spot, where the rain fell unobstructed,
then set down the raincoat. She sat down, then lay back and
spread her legs wide, reaching above her. She arched her back and
let the rain beat down on her naked flesh, straining the tendons
in her thighs as she pulled her legs as wide apart as possible.
She closed her eyes briefly, imagining a crowd of men coming
upon her like this. Then she began to run her legs over her body.
She opened her eyes and stared down at herself a she stroked her
breasts and squeezed them. She slid her hands down between her
legs and began rubbing her pussy, her chest heaving as the excite-
ment made her heart pound.
If a man came along, she decided, she would offer no
resistance, no matter what he looked like, even if he was a
dirty, fat old bum. She would lay there and let him fuck her.
She imagined an ugly old man coming upon her there as she
jerked off, imagined his cock getting hard, imagined him jumping
atop her and thrusting it into her cunny.
Maybe it would be a handsome guy her own age, she thought,
fantasising about that as she rubbed her clitty.
Maybe it would be two guys, or three, or four. They would
jump on her, stripping off their clothes as they surrounded her
and groped and fondled her naked flesh. Their cocks would pump
into her excitedly as they grunted in pleasure.
She grunted herself, humping up as her fingers drove into
her pussy slit.
Panting, she sat up and took off her boots. She rolled off
her coat and let her skin press into the grass and leaves. She
turned over and spread her arms and legs, grinding her hips
against the ground, humping her ass up and down.
She rolled over again, then, her head buzzing, she stood
up and walked around, stroking herself, letting her feet move
through the grass. She walked over to the brook and stepped
into it, shivering a little as the water lapped at her ankles.
She walked into the middle of the brook, then sat down,
she laid back, letting the water rush by her, then spread her
legs and stuffed her fingers into her slot. She pumped furiously
as the rain fell and the water rushed by, grunting and moaning
and whimpering as the come blasted into her.
She shuddered violently, her ass bouncing up and down in
the water, her cunt spasming and shaking and sucking on her
fingers a she rammed them into her slit and ground her thumb
down on her clitty.
The fire burned inside her, ripping up and down her spine
as the pleasure shook her to the core of her being. She arched
her back, her chest rising higher and higher, her back aching
as she pulled her head back into the water.
Then she fell limp, her arms and legs wide, the water
lapping over her body as she moaned in exhaustion.
"Now I know how Joan of Arc felt
As the flames rose to her Roman nose
And her walkman started to melt"
The Smiths