| Nancy and Kayleigh-9; Lessons Sometimes, when the imaginings of what is possible suddenly becomes actual, the effect is rattling. For the next few hours, I was rattled. I couldn’t stop thinking about the evening ahead with Nancy and Kayleigh, wondering if Nancy had the nerve to go through with it, wondering why she had agreed so quickly. For the past two days I had been coaching Nancy; verbally instructing her on the darker aspects of sexual pleasure with Kayleigh. She seemed at times to be aroused, other times aghast at what I was saying. I told her everything; from spanking, to bondage, to verbal humiliation. I held nothing back. Tonight over dinner, Nancy finally asked when we could begin; when she could have a chance to experiment with Kayleigh. I answer with a question of my own; “Are you ready for this?” “I’m not sure Mom.” she answers honestly. “I don’t know if I can truly push her limits or ‘punish’ her when it is something she wants. I don’t want to hurt her.” She exhales a heavy sigh. “I could fall hard for her.” she finished simply. “It’s OK honey. Let’s try tonight, see where it takes us. We can start slow.” I reply. Having Kayleigh at the table with us during this conversation did not seem to faze Nancy at all. The moment had finally arrived. Nancy was just finishing her preparation, looking a little nervous; not knowing where to begin. She moves restlessly, almost jumpy at times. I place a single chair away from the table in the dining room. Nancy clears away a space on the sideboard for some few items; items she might use tonight? There is a paddle, some rope, a small bottle of oil. “Ready?” I ask. Nancy takes a deep breath and nods. I finish adjusting the lighting just as Kayleigh comes downstairs. Exactly as instructed; she is dressed in a light silk robe. I approach her and take her hand. I fuss with her hair, running my fingers lightly through her still-damp locks. I lowered my face to the hollow of her neck, to the sweat and perfumed essence of her tousled hair. I pin her wrists with my left hand and open her silken robe down the front in one move. My hand slides lower along her smooth side, her skin seemed all velvet and electricity and her breath came more quickly against my shoulder. I step back then, taking all of her in. I could see the startling blue of her eyes, contrasting with the heat of her skin and summer tan. Her beauty burned brighter than any of the lamps in the living room. The soft white of her breasts and lower belly had not darkened to match the rest of her tan. “You are a stunning creature.” I lean toward her and kiss her, a tentative kiss on her lips, hardly touching her, only our mouths making contact, a soft touching of our lips. Then I kiss her more firmly, my tongue sliding from side to side and pushing forward gradually. She yields. She sighs, exhaling the faint taste of peppermint, and opens her mouth enough to admit my sliding tongue. I run my tongue over her teeth; once, twice and then I pull back, pull away from her mouth and lean back. She seems surprised that I have stopped kissing her, but she recovers her poise quickly and smiles. I take her hand and lead her to the single chair. I walk her to the back of the chair, so it is resting against her stomach. Pushing lightly on her back, she leans over the chair back, extending her arms to grab the outer edges of the seat with her hands. I move in front of her. I lean down to kiss her again. She moans against my mouth as she shifts back on her heels. This time, our mouths remain glued together and I push my tongue forward. She opens her lips at once to take it. I slide the whole of my tongue into her mouth until she groans and takes hold of it with her lips and sucks it. Now the kiss is transformed, my lips hardly touching hers, but my tongue extended to the fullest as she sucks it with abandon. This time it was she who pulled back breathless, her face flush. I hadn’t touched her, other than greeting her at the foot of the stairs. I wanted to touch her breasts, but I didn’t. Instead, I place my finger on her navel, running it upward between her breasts, increasing the pressure as I went. I close my palm over her chin and lower jaw; forcing her to look up at me. “My daughter is going to fuck you.” She quivers, closes her eyes. In a half-whisper, the barest echo of a ghost’s sigh, she replies; “Yes, Mommy, I know.” Both Nancy and I can almost feel the need in her to be submissive. Maybe in years to come she will be forceful, calculating, aggressive; but at this moment her submissive nature is in control, and that makes me adore her. I find it difficult to stop looking at her, at her face, her body, the cleft of her ass from the position she is in. I nod to Nancy, positioned behind her. Her hand comes down with a resounding SMACK onto Kayleigh’s ass. I move my hand off her chin, and with my fingertips I touch the curve of her breast, trailing them down to her nipple. She makes a sound of pleasure as another blow from Nancy lands. I feel her nipple rising as I rub it gently with a forefinger. I continue for a while as Nancy lands blow after blow of her bare hand onto Kayleigh’s ass. Her eyes remain closed, her face flush, her lips glistening and partly open. The stiff point of her nipple was too enticing to ignore and, grasping it between my thumb and forefinger, I pinch it gently, increasing the pressure with every smack of Nancy’s that finds its mark. She groans again. I close my hand over the breast to feel its shape, molding my hand to its form before squeezing hard and releasing; squeeze hard and release. I squeeze for a third time just as Nancy lands the final blow to her ass, and she lets out a fierce moan. “Alright Nancy,” I say, moving from my position in front of Kayleigh. “Show her it is you who is in control. Do what you will, but take her.” I step behind Nancy, my hands moving up her back to take off the tank-top and unhook her bra. I try to imagine what she will do with Kayleigh, but she was too new to all of this, still too much of a mystery for me to guess. I have no guide except my intuition and an intense desire to make her succeed. When Nancy’s bra comes off, I toss it aside and then slide my hands around her waist and over her diaphragm; up to cup and hold her breasts. I think Nancy feels a great passion…more than she expected… as if for the first time something important was happening to her. The stirring between my own legs was fierce, demanding, a hot yearning. “Can we take her ass?” Nancy asks, looking back at me over her shoulder. “Oh my, yes.” I chuckle. “You first, baby. I’m going to get you naked and look at you.” I try to kiss her, but she has already started to turn her head away, making it impossible. I continue holding her breasts in my hands, but now I want to see all of her, all the curves, all the secret places. I unfasten the clasp at the waistband of her skirt, and soon I am able to push the skirt down past her hips until it drops to the floor. Holding on to Kayleigh’s ass, she steps out of the skirt and I kick it away. “Look at your little slut.” I say. Kayleigh’s ass is a vivid red from the spanking, contrasting beautifully with the pale skin of her cheeks before fading into the darker skin of her tan-line. Nancy has her thumbs deep in the valley of Kayleigh’s ass, fingers splayed across her buttocks. Rhythmically, almost hypnotically Nancy spreads Kayleigh apart, making the puckered star wink open and closed. Leaning forward slightly, Nancy spits a large glob of her saliva slowly onto Kayleigh’s asshole, working it around and around with her thumbs. The light from overhead plays softly against the wetness, fracturing into sharp points of light as Nancy continues to massage the puckered hole; the tips of her thumbs not quite entering before moving out to run circles and then returning to the center. Again I stand behind Nancy, with my hands holding her breasts. Nancy is now only wearing sheer satin panties, her skin gleaming through the opaque material. I drop my right hand down and cover her sex, holing her like that, my left hand holding her breast, my right hand cupped over her mound as she moves her legs apart to make room for me. Nancy turns her head to be kissed, this time her tongue slides out to touch my lips and probe between them. I caught her tongue with my lips and teeth; holding it. I then push it away and shoot my own tongue inside her mouth and fuck it vigorously back and forth as I pinch the lips of her pussy with my fingers. When I pull my tongue away, she whispers; “Can I do something dirty?” “Yes!” I tug at the waistband of her panties and pull the satin down far enough to expose her ass, leaving it rolled there below her buttocks, the cheeks uncovered in back and my fingers sliding the material down in front, softly caressing her sex. I kiss Nancy’s shoulders, stroke both her breasts, then I slide my hands down behind her to stroke her ass. “I’m not used to this, Mom.” Nancy breathes “But you like it.” I encourage “Yes.” she whispers back fiercely. I move my hands around, slipping my left arm around her waist and sliding my right hand between her thighs to find her pussy from behind. The sudden probing of my fingers makes her gasp. She leans against Kayleigh; pushing two fingers easily inside her now open asshole and began to fuck her. Kayleigh pushes back against Nancy’s probing fingers, her asshole relaxed and seemingly begging for more. Nancy reaches over to the sideboard and retrieves the small bottle of oil. Flipping open the top, she pours a generous amount onto Kayleigh’s ass, working it around and inside the older teen. Nancy works a third finger in, Kayleigh’s groans and heavy breathing are in tune with Nancy’s thrusting fingers. Slowly, almost gingerly, Nancy slides her pinky in with the rest, letting Kayleigh adjust to the increased pressure gradually before resuming her thrusts. Heavy breathing from both girls and the obscenely erotic ‘squishy’ sound of Nancy’s fingers sliding in and out of Kayleigh’s ass are the only sounds in the room. Almost the entirety of Nancy’s hand is inside Kayleigh now. She works slowly, almost tenderly, filling Kayleigh’s bottom with the shank of her hand; the webbing at the base of her thumb resting against the stretched opening of Kayleigh’s ass. Pulling back slightly, Nancy positions her thumb in line with the rest of her fingers, curling in to make her probing hand as slender as possible. Kayleigh feels this and Nancy can sense the ring of Kayleigh’s ass stiffen and tighten around her fingers. “Miss Nancy, I…” Kayleigh starts to speak, her voice higher in pitch but still filled with passion. “Don’t you want it, my pet?” Nancy admonishes her. “Yes, I do Miss, but…” “Then hush now, and open for me. Open your ass for my hand like a good little slut.” Nancy asking for it seems to be all Kayleigh needs, and now all the talking stops as she starts to hump back against Nancy’s hand, still bent over the back of the chair, both our eyes watching her hand slowly slide into the impossibly small opening. My eyes fasten on the shaking globes of her ass as she tries to push backward, her sleek legs as she stands on her tip-toes, trying to ease the pressure of Nancy’s hand as it gradually continues its way past the elastic ring and into her. My daughter eases out a little, letting Kayleigh adjust to her invading hand before pushing in a little farther, her free hand stroking the flesh of Kayleigh’s ass continually. Nancy cums after a few more strokes of my fingers, a wild churning of her hips, gasping, her eyes closed tight, her gyrations causing her small hand to now be fully engulfed by Kayleigh’s ass, her wrist inside of Kayleigh, resting there as the ripples of pleasure wash over her. I kiss the side of her neck, sucking at her skin, adoring the smell of her, the quivering of her body. I move to stand in front of Kayleigh. She is breathing rapidly, almost panting with the fullness she feels in her bottom, the golden waves of her hair cascade down to either side of her face in disarray. I gather her hair in one hand, pulling it back to see her more clearly. With my other hand I unbuckle my belt. Kayleigh seems transfixed as she watches me. I push my slacks and panties down together, down far enough to uncover my sex, and then I take hold of her head with my hands and gently pull her forward to get her face in it. There is no need to tell her anything. The angle is awkward, but she manages to get her tongue on my clit. I move my hips, slowly grinding her face on my pussy as she licks and sucks me, moving faster and faster, holding her head in place until I cum hard against her mouth. She looks up at me, her mouth wet with my juice, her eyes glittering. “Oh, Mommy, I love you both.” Her hand still in Kayleigh’s ass, Nancy begins a slow twisting- pushing-pulling motion of her wrist and forearm, watching lustfully as Kayleigh’s ass eagerly accepts the ministrations. Nancy kneels down and strokes Kayleigh’s thighs and legs with her free hand, all the way from her hips down to her ankles. Kayleigh spreads her legs even farther apart, her weight resting almost completely on the back of the chair. Nancy removes her hand from Kayleigh’s ass with excruciating slowness. Everything is visible to Nancy now, from clit to the stretched opening of her anus, the long delicate lips of her hairless cunt, the petals of the flower seeming about to burst open with vitality. A cry of happiness comes out of Kayleigh’s throat as Nancy bends her head in to suck at Kayleigh’s center. We continue for some time, but eventually end. The problem in making love to the two of them was to control my frenzy, restrain myself enough to make happen what I want to happen, make it the best for them both. So far, we are off to a good start, my doubts of Nancy’s willingness evaporate like the morning fog. |