Carly, Chapter 9

by Jackie

I was struggling to digest the fact that this was Clare's granddaughter when Clare spoke.

"Carly used to do photo shoots with us when she was your age ... didn't you Carly?"

The teenager was clinging to her grandmother's side.

"That right! Does your grandma take pictures of you Stephanie?"

"Everybody calls me Stevie and I call gramma Clare, like everybody else," the teenager corrected me.

"Sorry Stevie but—,"

"That's OK, Clare said you were cool. She told me that you take pictures too."

"Yes I do" I confirmed, "I'd love to take pictures of you sometime. You're very pretty just like your mom and grandma."

"Would you really?" she said and got to her knees on the couch looking excited. "Would you take pictures of Clare and me together?"

"I'd love to do that honey," I agreed.

I wasn't sure if it was the booze or the thought of the teenager and my mentor together that was making my head spin.

"That'd be great! Mom tried but—," she leaned toward me and said conspiratorially, "she's not very good."

Amy had never shown an interest in getting behind the camera when we were teenagers 'I guess that hasn't changed.' "Well we'll have to do that some time," I offered vaguely.

"What about now?" Stephanie enthused.

She had settled back on the couch and was running her hands over the bodice of Clare's simple fitted shift. For the first time since the exchange with the girl began I looked at her grandmother. She had a sort of contented smile on her face and her head was resting comfortably on the back of the sofa.

"The camera's in the top drawer of the bureau in the master bedroom," Clare informed, apparently not only giving consent but encouraging the girl's whim.

I thought about protesting but changed my mind. I deduced which door lead to the master and headed for it. 'It is gonna be hard to get a decent result' I thought feeling a little performance anxiety. 'Gotta shoot with just a flash ... I hope I can get a good enough shot to be able to fix it in editing.' I opened the drawer and realized that I had been wrong. I picked up the Nikon D3 with reverence. It made my EOS look like a toy. I had looked at them before but they were pricy. I had a feeling that after this experience I'd have to have one.

I spent a minute re-familiarizing myself with the controls.

"Did you find it OK sweetheart?" Clare called and her voice sounded strained.

"I sure did... wow Clare this is some—"

I entered the living room talking and looking down at the camera. When I looked up I gasped. My mentor was sitting on the couch with her dress folded down to her waist. Her breasts seemed smaller than they'd been twenty-five years ago but that was probably just me. Stephanie had her head in her grandma's lap and was greedily sucking one breast while she twisted and pulled on the nipple of the other. Some invisible force slammed into my crotch and I hunched forward from the impact.

I raised the camera to my eye and began shooting. With over twelve mp resolution I could afford to sacrifice some in favor of shutter speed. The fill flash only had to light the dark corners. Clare raised her head from the back of the couch briefly, smiled at me, and then lay back again obviously enjoying the tongue bath her tits were getting. I slowly but steadily moved around the erotic scene getting every angle. My own nipples burned inside my dress and my pussy was twitching but if I couldn't work when I was aroused I'd have never been able to work at all.

The older woman took the teenager's head in her hands and pulled it away from her inch long nipple.

"Now honey," she moaned, "I can't take anymore."

Stephanie obediently slid off the couch and kneeing between the topless woman's legs, pushed the skirt up to her hips. In true Mitchell style there were no panties to obstruct the view of the seated woman's engorged vulva. The plump mons glistened wetly under the flashes. Through the lens I saw how the outer lips didn't quite close over the darker colored inner ones. Clare's pussy with the narrow landing strip above it looked exactly the same as when I had been between those thighs all those years ago.

The girl's head was in the way. She was licking her way from her grandma's knees up toward the forbidden fruit. I knelt beside her and put my hand on her T shirt covered shoulder. Her crystal blue eyes were wide and fiery when she looked at me.

"Loose this sweetie," I encouraged and the girl hoisted the night shirt over her head in one smooth motion.

Her boobs were small and underdeveloped, just two little handfuls sitting high on her chest. The nipples were too big for the boob that they fronted. The plump pink bulges seemed to be almost half of the whole tittie. It came as no surprise that she wasn't wearing any underwear. The way she was sitting, sort of on her hip, leaning on one arm gave me no view of her girlhood.

Backing off just a little I said, "Open it up for me ... let me get some shots of her juicy snatch."

Stevie got more on her knees, but with the camera sense of an experienced model, stayed to the side when she slid her hands up Clare's thighs and pulled the oozing lips apart.

The woman on the couch moaned as the teenager's fingers separated the delicate tissues. Stephanie worked her fingers like a piano player gradually pulling not only the outer lips but the plump inner wings open. The shutter of the D3 fired silently during the process. When I could see the paler pink jellybean protruding from under the flap at the top I gave her permission to proceed.

I crouched and had to adjust Clare's skirt further out of the way in order to clear the line of sight. The view finder showed the girl's long looking pink tongue and Clare's wide open vulva and very little else. Stephanie worked the tip of her flexed tongue around the jellybean. "Oh, ah, oh, oh..." were the staccato sounds coming from the older woman.

Slowly I backed out. Stevie had her head a little to the side sort of resting on her grandma's thigh to give me a clear shot of the splayed womanhood. She looked impish with her tongue flicking over the engorged clit and her blue eyes rotated to look at the camera. My thigh muscles protested only a bit as I pushed up to a standing position.

Form here I was able to take in the whole scene, including Clare pinching and squeezing her own nipples. She raised her head to look between her legs then collapsed back onto the back rest of the sofa again. The expression of ecstasy—that so closely resembled agony—on her face was going to make a stunning cropped shot I envisioned. Stephanie centered herself and really went to work. Her head moved rapidly side to side, then up and down. I could only imagine the tongue action that accompanied the head movements.

Clare's grunts and squeals were getting louder and more rapid with each passing second. When she took one hand from her breast and put it on the back of the teenager's blonde curls I knew she was cumming. Her hips began a quick rocking motion and the 'oh, ah' grunts disintegrated into a long wail. Now she had both hands on the back of Stephanie's head and shuddered violently several times.

She released Stevie's head and grabbed her breasts forcefully squeezing the whole of their full fleshiness. The girl remained where she was at the apex of the seated woman's thighs. I knew she was drinking down the sweet nectar that she'd coaxed from her grandma's secret reserves.

Clare shuddered a few more times in aftershocks before she opened her eyes and smiled at me.

"You gotta let her do you," she said in a breathy exhausted tone. "The girl's a natural."

I had taken the Nikon away from my face and was looking down at the love of my life glowing when I felt the little hands slip under my skirt. I looked over to the kneeling teenager in front of me. It amazed me how innocent those limpid pools looked—so deceiving. Her fingers had reached the waist ribbon of my thong and she was toying with it.

"Would you like that Carly ... would you like me to lick your pussy now?"

Some kind of a sound came out of me and I allowed myself to recognize the waves of sensation that I had repressed while I was shooting. The soft tiny hands caressed my belly between my navel and the waistband of my panties. One hand slid down and over the crotch bonnet drawing my attention to how wet it was. Adolescent fingers stroked over my aching sex and several sharp pulses nearly made me loose my balance. I was very relieved when Clare took the expensive camera that was dangling precariously from my hand.

Stevie must have accepted my unintelligible groan as agreement—she ducked her head under my dress. When her lips touched my upper thigh my knees buckled. Somehow I wound up sitting on Clare's lap. My mentor pulled the straps off my shoulders and lowered my dress to my waist. She cupped my bare breasts and lifted them.

"Ooo Carly honey ... you've gotten so big!"

Her hands squeezing my tits were like another section of the orchestra tuning up. I could feel the teenager's breath on my sensitive inner thighs but her head was hidden by my skirt. I wanted to see her so I pulled it up to my hips. My burgundy dress was essentially now just a wide belt.

Clare's fingers started to play over my semi-erect nipples sending pleasure pulses directly to my clit. Meanwhile, Stevie had pulled the crotch piece of my thong to the side and was surveying her new target.

"She's really, really good," my mentor breathed into my ear with a lot of tongue added.

Clare was kissing up and down the side of my neck while she continued to pull and twist my now fully extended nipples.

I felt the teenager separating my folds. She looked up from between my thighs with that impish grin, and then inserted her tongue. Her flexed tongue was very firm and she rocked her head back and forth, fucking me with it. She had the longest tongue of anyone I had ever met. After the tongue fucking she began a wild almost out of control assault with her whole mouth. This was the vigorous head shaking I'd seen when she was working on Clare—it was divine. I felt myself soaring up the arousal mountain at incredible speed and then she stopped.

It was like going a hundred miles an hour and slamming on the brakes. Very gently she continued to use her mouth sucking my labia in and working it with her tongue and even a little with her teeth. She worked her way all around my tingling, throbbing womanhood. I felt like I was floating outside my body. The sensations she induced were so erotic and mellow. I was drifting on that luxurious pleasure wave when she started the aggressive tonguing again. It was the exact opposite of before, like being on the nose of a rocket, accelerating at impossible speed.

I think I was screaming but just before I came she stopped again. Soft licking and sucking followed. I was aroused to a level that I couldn't remember achieving before and the little nymph held me there. Just when I felt like I was floating on the tranquil sea of pleasure her mouth was providing she would revert to that incredibly rapid stimulation that catapulted me toward orgasm, only to stop again a second short of my climax. I lost count of how many times she did this. All I knew was that each time she took me to the brink the mountain seemed a little higher. Clare continued to play with my breasts and apply her mouth to my neck and ears.

During the next torrential assault on my pussy I felt my feet go numb. The strange loss of all feeling rose quickly up to my ankles and then my knees. Stephanie sensed the change as my legs began to quiver and shake. Her oral ministration slowed but not to the slow sucking arousal maintaining level; it was a little quicker than that—quicker and deeper. I felt the peak approaching and this time I knew there was no way to stop it. The girl showed her fantastic intuition and sucked and licked my clit as the most powerful orgasm I'd had since ... since ... well that shower with her grandma twenty-five years ago ripped through me like an atomic blast. My whole body was on fire and every nerve and muscle was going into overload.

Stevie was relentless. She continued to suck and tongue me through all my gyrations jerking and screaming. When the convulsions subsided to violent twitches I pulled her head from between my legs. I simply couldn't take anymore. I was still sitting on the older woman's lap but I had slid down quite a bit, so that my head was now resting on her cushy breasts.

"You were so right Clare! She comes really hard!"

The naked teenager was sitting on the floor with pussy juice draining down her neck and onto her chest. She was positively beaming. The older woman had to cock her head forward quite a bit to whisper in my ear this time.

"Isn't she magnificent?"

"Oh my God," I managed to croak and I shivered again.

"I think Stevie's earned a reward ... don't you Carly?"

It was a struggle but I got to my feet.

"That's to say the least!" I replied pulling the youngster up from the floor.

It was a little awkward but I pulled the burgundy dress up over my head and tossed it toward the couch. Embracing the talented pubescent pussy eater I engulfed her mouth that was still swimming in my juices. She was almost as tall as me so our bodies folded together perfectly. The deep soul kiss had been going on for several seconds when I felt Clare embrace both of us. Our lips parted and we stood, all naked, sharing the group hug.

The senior member of the group guided us to the bedroom. Together we laid the teenager in the center of the large bed. Her grandmother lay down beside her and I crawled up from the foot. When Clare stroked the girl's lower belly Stephanie drew her legs up and let them part. The plump adolescent vulva opened to reveal the dark pink inner folds.

"You've got to taste this to believe it honey," she said to me. "You'll think you're eating candy."

As I arrived between the vertical columns of her very white, very slender thighs, I inhaled the sweetness of her fragrance. I glanced up to see Stevie's head tilted forward looking down at me. Her expression could have been confused with fear but I was confident that it was actually anticipation. She had done such an outstanding job that just for a moment I wondered if I was up to the challenge. 'You know how to drive a girl insane Carly ... go ahead and do it' I assured myself and tested her hot slippery sweetness for the first time.

"Mmmmm..." she moaned and jerked away a little.

Clare had taken up a position sort of under her arm and was giving her little boobie a thorough tonguing. I stroked gently over the bald vulva amazed by how hot it was. Tenderly I spread the slippery juices that were flowing out all around the spongy little mons.

"Ahhhh..." she wailed as my fingers bumped over her burning girlhood.

Spreading the fleshy outer lips I caressed the delicate inner folds with my tongue. Stevie vocalized her appreciation and I tasted what Clare had predicted. Her pussy juice tasted like honey. I was almost overcome by the desire to devour it but that wouldn't have been fair considering how expertly the teenager had extended my orgasm. I had never used the violent head shaking—head bobbing maneuver that Stephanie seemed to favor, but I thought I had an equally effective technique. Gently licking and sucking, changing pace I felt her rising toward the pinnacle in no time. I backed off to maintain her arousal but prevent a premature end.

I shifted onto my side so I could slip one hand under the cute little bum. I worked my fingers between the firm round cheeks until I encountered the puckered rosebud I was seeking. Everything back there was coated in pussy juice overflow as well as a liberal amount of my saliva. Stroking my finger up and down her crack and tickling her anus on each pass I found that the girl was pushing her feet harder against the mattress, lifting her hips. I wasn't sure if she was trying to get away from my exploring fingers or if she was trying to give me freer access.

I had wiggled a finger into her ass up to the first knuckle. I was holding her there—near the brink—for as long as I dared (you can push it too far and create a stall). I rotated my eyes up and saw my mentor smiling approvingly down at me as she was kneading her granddaughter's developing titties. Carefully rolling and flicking her little clit some sixth sense told me it was time. I increased my pace and buried my finger all the way in her hot, tight butt hole. She wailed loudly and her hips pumped rapidly before her legs shot out straight and the shuddering started.

I crawled up beside the moaning teenager on the opposite side to her grandma. Over top of the twitching girl my lips met Clare's in our first real kiss of the reunion. We sucked each other's tongues and lips and when we finally parted she licked my lower face.

"Mmmm..." She smacked her lips, "that's delicious."

We lay like that for quite a while. I was dozing and at some point I nuzzled Stevie's hair. In my semi conscious state it was Caitlin and the older woman I was touching beyond her was Heather. That thought was still floating in my mind when Clare pulled the comforter up over us for warmth and we slept.

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The next morning the first thing I felt was Stephanie stirring. When the naked teenager moved I realized that I had a bit of a headache. I slipped out of the bed and smelled the coffee; Clare was nowhere to be seen. I found Tylenol on the bathroom counter and popped two right away and jumped into the shower. Two minutes under the warm spray and the headache was nearly gone. As I soaped, I couldn't help remembering the day I'd met Clarisse Mitchell and I knew I was spending much too long soaping between my legs. Wrapping one of the big bath sheets around me I padded barefoot to the living room.

Clare was sitting on the couch watching CNN wearing a blue silk dressing gown.

She raised the coffee cup and said, "Good morning Sweetheart, there's coffee on the counter."

She indicated an alcove on the far side of the room. Inside the cubby hole were all the essentials including a fridge and stove; small but quite functional.

I took my coffee over to the couch and sat down beside her. On the screen was footage from Iraq or Afghanistan—who could tell the difference? I looked at my mentor—my erstwhile lover—and my heart swelled. It still didn't seem real.

"What's next?" I asked sipping my coffee. "What are you gonna do now?"

"I'm gonna look for a place to live Honey," she said and hit the mute button.

I felt a huge surge and almost said 'come live with me!' Something stopped me. 'Didn't you make that same offer to Heather not so long ago ... the offer is still on the table ... it could get a little crowded in the Maple Avenue back-split.' "I've got an appointment with a realtor this afternoon," she confided. "I'd like to a least have a couple of options scoped out before Amy gets here."

"Renting or buying?"

"Oh buying honey ... it's a buyer's market out here don't ya know," she said with a large smile on her beautiful face.

Once again I was taken aback by how little she appeared to have aged. 'With all the stress she's endured she should look even older than fifty something she actually is ... but she could easily pass for late thirties.' "Do you have anything particular in mind?"

"Not really ... anywhere in the Bay area should do fine."

She looked into my eyes and touched my soul.

"Come on," she said patting my bare thigh, "lets go out and get some breakfast."

She was already on her way toward the bedroom. I didn't move for a few seconds trying to remember what I had to put on. A pair of turquoise bikinis floated toward me but didn't quite make it. They landed on the armchair nearer the bedroom door where they'd been launched from.

"I know you're gonna need a fresh pair," she said with a chuckle. "Unless of course you wanna go without..." She paused, standing in the doorway, "Oooo I'm having nasty thoughts! We'd better get out of here before they take hold."

My mentor had rescued my burgundy dress from the couch and laid it neatly on the back of the armchair—the same one the panties had landed on. I dropped the slightly rumpled dress over my head and adjusted my boobs in the blousy top. Grabbing my purse I spent a few minutes in the washroom making myself presentable. When I came out Clare was stuffing soiled panties into the laundry pickup bag.

"Ready to go?" she asked over her shoulder.

"What about Stephanie?"

"She's a teenager; noon is early for her." Then we were out the door.

We ate in the hotel coffee shop. Over breakfast Clare filled me in some more on their fugitive life. Apparently it hadn't been one misdeed by her dearly departed, but a series. The one that caused my abandonment had lasted a couple of years. Stephan eventually managed to make amends —sort of— and that's how they were able to stay in Washington for so long and even have Clare's ne'r do well husband live with them part of the time.

Unfortunately his independent nature, in a business —or businesses— that were heavily organized, inevitably put him at odds with people that you really didn't want to have as enemies. They were people who weren't so much into solving problems, as they were accomplished at eliminating them.

"We couldn't go back ... and it was too painful to think about what had gone before —before all of this started." She looked at me with a smile that dripped regret and added, "You were always special sweetheart. There were lots of other girls but none of them could take your place."

My heart was singing and I choked back the tears. I hadn't imagined it. Her feelings were deep and lasting.

"I always believed you'd moved on ... forgotten about us ... I had to."

Her eyes seemed to be full as she finished off her after breakfast coffee.

We sat in silence for a while. I was reliving twenty-five years of hurt and hope, optimism and frustration. Clare had a reflective look on her face and I suspect she was doing a similar retrospective.

"Clare, back then, when we first met, why did you never put me with the boys?"

The question sounded ridiculous now that it was out of my head and put into words, but my mentor smiled—knowingly.

"You did it didn't you; put a special girl with a boy?"

I nodded surprised that she would jump to that conclusion so quickly.

"Then you already know the answer. I wanted to keep you all to myself. When you posed with the other girls ... or even when you girls fooled around on your own, I was OK with that ... but with a boy? I ... well, I just couldn't do it."

So there it was exactly as I'd thought—as I'd hoped. What more did I need?

Clare looked at her watch.

"I better get going I'm meeting the realtor at noon, and I'll have to get Stevie moving first. She's gonna hate it."

We got up; Clare tossed some money on the table and headed for the door.

"What if I took her over to my studio instead? You could pick her up from there when you're done."

"That'd be great! I wasn't looking forward to looking at her long face all day."

We stepped inside the suite and I handed her one of my cards.

"Do you know where that is?" She gave me a disparaging look and said, "I used to live around here remember?"

She stuck the card in her purse and went to the washroom to freshen up before she left.

I sat there channel surfing for an hour and was starting to think that I was going to have to wake the teenager after all, when she emerged naked and bleary eyed. My pussy gave a twitch as she wiggled over to the armchair and sat down with her legs tucked underneath her. She looked a lot like her mother as I remember her. A little taller but smaller busted; Stevie was three years younger than Amy was when I'd first met her.

"Thanks for rescuing me from the house hunting," she said, having put two and two together. "What are we gonna do?"

Her blue eyes flashed suggestively which made my coochie do a flip.

"I have to go over to my studio. I thought you might like to see it."

"Yeah that'd be great!"

"If you're awake enough I'd like to get going pretty soon," I prompted.

"Sure ... sure!" she said popping out of the chair like a cork out of a bottle.

I watched the high round teenaged ass perched on top of the coltish legs disappear into the master bedroom and shivered.

When she came back out fifteen minutes later she looked even younger than her years, dressed in a tight tank top that showed off her little boobies to perfection and a pair of short shorts that framed her pubescent mound. 'If I could write specifications for my ideal model this is what they would come out as.' I thought as she crossed the room.

I was pleased not to find a ticket on the Caddy. You weren't supposed to park at the restaurant overnight but I guessed that the cops were a little lenient on that; preferring a vehicle left overnight to one being driven home impaired.

Stephanie toured the studio with a much more knowledgeable eye than most of the girls I brought up here while I checked my messages. The one from Caitie gave me a thrill, and an idea.

I dialed the familiar number and Caitlin answered on the second ring. I told her to take a cab—I'd pay for it when she arrived. Returning to Stevie I found her checking out the Cannon SLR. "Are you interested in getting behind the camera?" I asked.

"Oh yeah!" she said enthusiastically. "Clare's taught me so much already."

"She's a good teacher," I replied from experience. "Her camera is so much better than that one."

"That one's new. The other one is just like this."

"How would you feel about doing a shoot this afternoon?" she looked at me quizzically.

"As the model or the photographer?"

"How about some of both?"

"Oooo ... that's my favorite," she confided with a smile that lit up her whole face.

I'd left the studio door open so I easily heard Caitie announce her arrival by calling up the stairs of the otherwise vacant building. I went down and paid her fare.

"I have someone here I really want you to meet," I told her as we climbed back up to the studio.

The girls were close to the same height—in fact we all were. I looked from the strawberry haired daughter of my lover to the blonde granddaughter of my ... my—. The connection was instant and thrilling. "Stephanie this is Caitlin; Caitlin, Stephanie."

"Caitie" the new arrival corrected.

"Stevie" the blonde reciprocated. "You're beautiful!" she added sincerely.

"So are you" Caitie returned with equal admiration.

"Why don't you two get acquainted," I suggested picking up the camera. I didn't have to ask twice. They were standing close together gazing into each other's eyes when I fired the shutter the first several times. I stealthily circled the youngsters while they eyed each other.

"Your boobs are so big," Stevie commented, causing Caitlin to look down at her own chest.

"I really like big boobs," the redhead informed her new girlfriend.

"Me too," the blonde replied.

"So you like mine?" the older girl asked running her hands over her still developing but already substantial bust. 'She's got a ways to go to catch up with her mom, but she's off to a hell of a start' I thought watching her tiny hands flutter over the scoop necked top she was wearing.

"Do you wanna see them," Caitie offered, gripping the hem of her top.

"Let Stevie do it for you," I instructed maneuvering to the angle I wanted for the unveiling.

Stephanie's eyes were on the sizable lumps under her partner's top as she lifted it smoothly. The redhead dutifully lifted her arms to help.

"Slowly," I commanded as the yellow cotton ascended to reveal the bottom of the white bra. Amy's daughter responded to direction like she was born to it. I got lots of undressing shots to work with before the top cleared the older girl's raised arms. Once it was off, Stevie dropped it and put her hands on the very full cups of the seamless T shirt bra.

"Good girl," I complimented my younger model. "Make her nipples hard," I encouraged.

Stevie's fingers dug into the somewhat spongy material and the resilient tit flesh below, locating and squeezing Caitlin's tender breast tips.

"Ahh ... ugh ... urruh," the older girl groaned confirming the erotic results of the experienced little fingers.

"Caitie why don't you play with Stevie's titties too," I directed.

The moaning girl complied immediately running her hands over the younger girl's tight T shirt. Stephanie's nips had already been visible poking against the thin top but as her partner worked on the sensitive tips they quickly doubled in size.

The bra was designed to hide erect nipples so it was proving counter productive.

"Take her bra off," I said still circling the boob exploring scene.

It was Caitie who reached up behind her back and slipped the hooks loose, leaving Stevie the simple task of pulling the white mask away from the magnificent alabaster and pink freckled mounds. 'Redheads have such spectacular skin' I was thinking as the bra joined the yellow top. The blonde's hands returned to the gravity defying pubescent tits and resumed her attention to their plump strawberry tips.

Caitlin groaned much louder than before and gripped the bottom of her new friend's tank top. Stevie stopped her caressing pinching actions to allow the removal. With the last of their upper body covering gone they were even. The topless teenagers explored each other's chest with practiced dexterity. They were groaning and sighing; alternately looking into each other's eyes then down at their hands on the other girl's boobs.

I couldn't resist slipping my hand under my short burgundy dress. Still clicking away with the Cannon in my right hand I stroked the engorged slipperiness between my legs, letting waves of pleasure that slightly blurred my vision wash over me. I kept my fingers on the outside, mostly just wiggling the spongy lips back and forth, occasionally letting the tip of one finger brush the hood. Each time my fingertip contacted the slippery prepuce, an electric current sent tingly tentacles out to my nipples and down my legs.

"Your tits are so great," Stevie sighed, "they're as big as my moms."

The vision of Stephanie on a bed between Amy and Clare, each exploring and caressing the other, shimmered in my mind. Except in my vision it wasn't Stevie between them it was me—me as I had been twenty-five years ago. I shook my head in an effort to get back to business but now my mind replaced the teenagers in the view finder with the teenaged version of Amy and me. It wasn't hard to picture I'd seen hundreds —thousands— of pictures just like that.

A minor climax raced through me and I shuddered, nearly dropping the EOS. I know I made some kind of noise but I was too lost in the moment to really care. It was only when Stevie took the camera out of my shaking hand that I realized the girls had turned their attention to me. I was shivering and a little disoriented. Part of me wanted to take control—to direct the girls back to their places—a more powerful part wanted to join the action. I stood looking at the younger girl who was holding my camera for several seconds. When I looked back to my lover's daughter, I discovered that the curvy strawberry haired nymph had shed the rest of her clothes and was now completely naked.

"I think she needs a really good lickin' ... don't you Caitie?" the little blonde suggested raising the camera to her eye.

"Absolutely!" Caitlin agreed sinking to her knees in front of me.

The strawberry curls disappeared under my skirt and I felt the soft teenaged lips on my inner thighs.

"Aaaggh..." I wailed as she kissed and licked and sucked the pussy juice coated flesh inches from my pussy.

"Lift your skirt," Stevie demanded.

I pulled the hem of the burgundy dress up until it nearly cleared the kneeling girl's head.

"All the way up," she commanded in an authoritative tone.

Obediently I raised the material until it was just below the bloused top of the high waisted dress.

"And spread your legs," the other teenager ordered.

I watched the younger girl take a position behind and slightly to the side of her kneeling partner as I put my feet wider. The camera shutter was virtually silent but I knew Stephanie was clicking away as Caitlin's tongue slipped between my folds and made a long stroke from my perineum to the turgid gumdrop at the top of my bubbling crease. I wailed again and fell backward. Waves of pure pleasure were coursing through me and my legs felt numb. Fortunately I was very close to the desk and soon found the hard corner of it digging into the sensitive flesh of my ass.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw the younger girl remove her shorts and underpants. The teenagers were naked and the only covering I retained was the top of my dress. The redhead between my legs was doing an unbelievable job of licking and sucking every inch of my vulva —it wasn't the first time either. 'Where did she ever learn to eat pussy like that?' I marveled again, but the rational thought was drowned out completely by the enormous waves of joy the girl on her knees was generating in my womanhood.

Shuddering and shaking I felt the secret reserve release and I knew I had just doused the girl under my skirt with a face full of sweet nectar. A second wave and a second blast left me almost too weak to stay upright even with the desk for support.

I watched the naked teenagers through clouded vision, still holding firmly on the edge of the desk. Stevie wasted no time putting the camera down and starting to suck Caitie's face. I guess it was sort of a kiss but the little blonde spent more time licking my juices off the redhead's face and neck than she did with their lips mashed together. When my head cleared I picked up the Cannon and started capturing the girls face sucking embrace.

Caitlin, being familiar with the studio, danced them over to the seating area where they wound up sitting on the couch. When the kiss finally broke it was Stephanie who slipped to the floor and parted the older girl's thighs. Caitie turned on the leather sofa and put her back to the armrest. She swung one leg over the sofa's back while her other foot remained on the floor.

"There ya go sweetie-pie ... be comfortable." Stevie smiled at her new friend and sat between the widely splayed thighs.

"What a pretty pussy," the younger girl added running her fingers over the redhead's engorged labia.

Moving around the youngsters, steadily clicking the EOS shutter, I caught the look of delight on the blonde's face.

"My God Caitie your clit is huge!" the tiny fingers of the seated girl parted slippery folds for a better view.

"I know," the reclining girl grunted through her teeth as her firm jellybean popped into view.

Stevie was now using both hands to retract the full mushy lips and inspect the other girl's vulva and its hot pink depths. The milky cream that oozed from the dark opening to her vagina was very apparent in the view finder. Clare's granddaughter tested the firmness of the protruding glans with her finger tip, wiggling it back and forth.

"Ahhhh—ughhh," the older girl groaned and scooted her hips away from the intensity of the sensation. "Oh fuck ... ugh, oh fuck ... suck it Stevie, suck my clit!"

The blonde slipped her arms under the begging girl's thighs and descended on the boiling honey-pot. I had thought my urges were under control after the tongue lashing from my lover's daughter but my kitty began to twitch again while I captured Stephanie's aggressive head-shaking rapid tonguing. Caitie squealed and squirmed all over the couch. I had a pretty good idea what she was feeling, recalling my own experience with the little blonde's technique.

"Oh God ... oh my God," Caitie panted holding onto the couch with both hands. "Ugh ... ugh ... oh shit, oh god ... I'm cummmmminngg!"

Her wail hit me right between the legs. Stevie sucked the protruding jellybean between her lips and sucked half the thrashing redhead's labia into her mouth while the orgasm reached its pinnacle.

It was a tribute to thirteen year old's experience that she knew when to let the long pink lips slip out of her mouth and begin making long slow gentle tongue strokes up the twitching girl's crease.

"Mmmm, mmmm, ugh..." the girl splayed on the couch repeated over and over as the pleasure waves subsided to ripples.

"That was beautiful!" the voice from behind me made me spin around. The look on the redhead's face was one of pure lust. She was licking her full lips, and her spectacular green eyes were wide. My mind tumbled and my voice failed me as I saw my lover stare at her daughter moaning on the sofa.