Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Purple Les

Mom had me set the table, while Aunt Billie had gone to the bathroom. While I set the table, I asked Mom if she really meant it when she said I could use dirty words when it was just me and her and Aunt Billie in the house. I could tell she had to think back to when she’d said that. Grownups forget things like that.

“Yes, Katy, I meant it. As long as you just use those kinds of words here in the house, nowhere else, ever. If you can remember to do that, then it’s okay.”

I told Mom I could remember that.

“And just with me and Aunt Billie,” she added.

Aunt Billie came in as I finished setting the table and we started dinner. We were eating, and telling Mom how good everything was. Then I thought I would give it a try to see what would happen.

“Aunt Billie,” I asked, “would you please pass me the fucking butter.”

Mom’s one eyebrow went up, but she didn’t say anything. Aunt Billie passed me the butter, with her mouth hanging open.

“Thank you,” I said to Aunt Billie. Then I said to Mom, “Mom, please pass me the damn salt and pepper.”

Mom handed them to me and I thanked her.

After a moment Aunt Billie said, “Uh, what happened to the little girl that said ‘golly’ all the time?”

“Oh, it’s okay. Mom said I could use dirty words at home.”

Mom put her elbow on the table her arm sticking up and rested her forehead in her hand.

“Is that right, Carol?”

Mom looked up at Aunt Billie, “Well, yes. I didn’t think it would be like that, I mean, I thought she would try to talk sexy or something.”

“Yeah, Mom,” I answered, “I will try to talk dirty sexy later, I just wanted to practice saying stuff.”

Aunt Billie said, “How about some wine, Carol?”

“Good idea,” Mom said.

We finished eating, and I asked, “How’s your fucking wine? Can I taste it, please?”

Mom passed me her glass and I took a sip. I didn’t like it at all. Aunt Billie laughed at the face I made, and said, “Don’t you care for the taste of it?”

“No. It tastes shitty.”

Mom rolled her eyes and told me to do the dishes. Aunt Billie offered to help me, but Mom said, “That’s okay, Billie, it’s part of her extra chores.”

I started on the dishes while Mom and Aunt Billie went in the living room. When I was done I sat between them on the couch.

Aunt Billie took some scratch-off lottery tickets from her purse. I sat on her lap and made sure that the hand she held the ticket in was on my lap against my pussy. She scratched the tickets off. She didn’t win anything, but I sure liked the way my pussy felt.

Aunt Billie said, “I have a very hot DVD for us to watch.”

She started to take it out of her purse, and Mom reached over, put her hand on Aunt Billie’s arm and said, “Sorry. Not with Katy here.”

I gave them both my sad puppy dog look. It worked on Aunt Billie, but Mom said, “Sorry, but being grounded is being grounded.”

Aunt Billie sighed, then pulled her lighter out of her purse and something else that she hid from me.

She said to my mom, “Well, Carol, let’s go outside for a little bit.” Then she winked at Mom.

Now Mom sighed, and said, “Okay, why not.” Then to me, Mom said, “We’ll be right back in.”

“Can I come outside too, Mom?”

“It’s ‘may I?’ and no, angel, you may not, it’s grownup stuff.”

They put on their coats and went out the side door. I heard the pickup truck door open and close. I ran to the back room. It was dark in there and I peeked out the side window. With the moon so bright I could see them. I could see Aunt Billie on the passenger side of the pickup, and my mom behind the steering wheel. Aunt Billie lit up a cigarette. She didn’t smoke it like I’d seen other grownups smoke. She took some tiny puffs and then passed it to my mom. Mom took a big puff, and passed it back to my Aunt. They had rolled down the windows and blew smoke into the star-filled sky.

They looked like they were laughing and having a good time while they smoked, and that made me feel happy. Then they were getting out of the truck. So I ran back to the living room, and lay on the couch looking at a magazine. I was in my mom’s flannel shirt and my slippers, but nothing else.

I could hear them come into the kitchen, laughing and taking their coats off. When they came in the living room they looked funny. I’d seen them laughing in the truck just moments ago. Now they looked like they’d been crying. Their eyes were all bloodshot and half open.

I guessed they hadn’t cried, ’cause they were still laughing. But their eyes still looked like they had gone swimming in a pool with too much chlorine in it.

Aunt Billie sat on her side on the floor by the couch near my head. I was laying on my tummy. She took the magazine from me and looked at the picture I’d been looking at.

“What a beautiful girl,” Aunt Billie commented on the picture. Then I jumped because Aunt Billie put her hand on my bare butt, and it was ice cold. That made her laugh. Mom laughed too.

“How about giving me a kiss?” Aunt Billie asked me.

I turned on my side and pulled her head toward me. We kissed, and I heard Mom say, “Mm, yeah, nice.”

The doorbell rang and we all jumped. Aunt Billie asked, “You expecting anyone, Carol?”

My mom shook her head “No,” then said, “Katy, go see who it is.”

I jumped off the couch, ran to the side door, and looked out. It was Mrs. Tran. I let her in.

The first thing I asked was if Mary was with her. “No, Katy, I’m all by myself,” Mrs. Tran said as we hugged each other.

Mom and Aunt Billie came into the kitchen with us, while Mrs. Tran took off her coat and boots.

“You know,” Mrs. Tran said, to all of us, “I’m just tired of my family. It’s slow at the restaurant tonight, and everyone was getting on my nerves. Everyone saying ‘Grace, what about this and what about that?’ ‘Hey, Mom, can we this and that?’ I say to all of them, ‘I’ve had enough, I’m taking the night off. Just me. I’ll be over at Carol’s but don’t call me.’ Then I left and came here. I brought a bottle of wine. Tonight I want to relax, have some laughs with my friends.”

We all sat at the kitchen table. After the grownups gabbed for a while and drank some more wine, Mom got out a deck of cards.

Mom said to me, “Katy, go get your jar of pennies. We’ll play some penny ante poker.”

I came back with the big jar of pennies, and the grownups gave me dollar bills and I counted out one hundred pennies for each of them.

I had my little card that told me what hands were best and what you need for them. Then we played poker. There was more talking than poker, though.

I had won a big pot, almost fifty cents, when the doorbell rang again. I went to see who it was. I let in Professor Edgeington. “Hi, Jean!” the other grownups called out.

“Hi, everyone,” said Jean. “I was out near here, and thought I’d stop in. Hope that’s okay.”

“Oh, sure,” Mom said, “Find a dollar and get pennies from Katy. We’re playing dealer’s choice poker. Want some wine, or a drink?”

“That would be great. I’ve been grading papers all day. Hans and Siobhan have been getting on my nerves. You know, I’m in the mood for a Manhattan,” answered Jean.

“Yeah, I know just what you mean, Jean,” added Mrs. Tran. Mrs. Tran told Jean what she’d told all of us before.

Mom went to the cupboard that was full of booze bottles. They’d been in there forever. Mom poured stuff in a cocktail shaker, added ice, shook it hard, and poured it into a fancy little glass.

Mom said, “I don’t have any cherries, Jean. Is an olive okay instead?”

“That would be fine, thank you,” Jean answered. Jean took a sip and told Mom it was “a wonderful drink.”

We played a few more hands of cards. I was glad we only played for pennies, because sometimes the grownups started talking pretty loud about who had the best hand.

Mom said, “Jean, can I freshen up your drink for you?”

“Oh yes, that would be lovely,” replied Jean, just as the doorbell rang.

I ran to see who it was. I opened the door and Officer Sanchez was standing there. I was so happy to see her I jumped into her arms. I wrapped my legs around her waist and my arms around her neck and kissed her on the cheek. She put her hands on my behind to support me.

“Well, hi, Katy,” she said, “hope I’m not interrupting anything.”

“Hi, Sandie!” Mom yelled out. “You’re not interrupting a thing. We’re just having a little impromptu party. Katy, get down so Sandie can come in and take her coat off.”

I jumped back down, and Officer Sanchez said, “Hi, all, I’m off duty and was just passing by when I saw all the cars. Is it okay that I stopped in?”

Mom introduced Officer Sanchez to Jean and Aunt Billie. Mrs. Tran already knew her. Officer Sanchez was wearing regular clothes instead of her uniform. She looked really hot in her blue jeans and Vikings football sweatshirt. She was wearing her hair down too. It was longer than I thought it would be. I’d only ever seen her in uniform, and her hair was always pulled back. She looked younger like this. I hugged her again.

“Do you want a drink, Officer Sanchez?” I asked her.

“Well, sure. Do you have any beer?” she asked me.

I looked at Mom, who said, “Look in the back of the fridge.”

I rummaged in the fridge and found a bottle of beer.

“Do you want a glass, Officer Sanchez?” I asked.

“Nope, just out of the bottle is fine.” She put her hand on my chin and tilted my head up toward her big dark brown eyes. “Please, just call me Sandie, okay?”

I smiled at her and nodded my head, “Okay.”

Sandie opened her beer, looked at Jean’s drink, and said to Mom, “Hey, Carol. Is there a chance I could have a shot with this?”

Mom named a bunch of stuff and when she said Tequila, Sandie said, “Yes! That would be perfect.” And Mom poured some into a shot glass and put it by Sandie.

“Cheers y’all,” she said, then tilted her head back and emptied the shot glass.

“Hey, I love tequila. I’ll have some too, Carol,” said Mrs. Tran.

“How ‘bout I make you a margarita, Grace?” said my mom.

“Oh, yeah, I’d like that. Thanks, Carol,” replied Mrs. Tran.

“That sounds good,” said Aunt Billie. “Since you’re making them anyway, Carol, I’ll have one too.”

“While you have it out, Carol, I’ll have another shot when you get around to it,” said Sandie.

Mom came over and poured Sandie another shot, and as Mom emptied the cocktail shaker in Jean’s glass, Mom said, “You better finish this, I need the shaker for the margaritas.”

As we played cards and the grownups drank, the conversation got sort of ‘adult’. Sandie looked a little nervous at first, till Mom said to her, “Don’t worry, Sandie, Katy’s heard it all before.”

Jean said, “One of the papers I graded today was by a female student. She’s a very bright girl, and she wrote about childhood incest. Her opinion, which was backed up by some studies I need to research, was that it’s not only more common than people think, but not always harmful. In fact, she feels it’s sometimes very beneficial.”

“I can go along with that,” said Mrs. Tran. “Carol and Billie already know all this. But I’ll tell you, Jean and Sandie. I was born in Vietnam. I was the youngest in my family, one brother, three sisters. I never remember not having sex with them. Our parents showed us everything. It’s very common over there. When I was thirteen years old, Mr. Tran came calling on me. He’s ten years older than me. We got married the next year with my parents’ blessing.

“I missed the sex with my family. Mr. Tran didn’t think that stuff was right. But he sure loved hearing about it when we were in bed. He moved here to America, and then sent for me. I was sixteen when I had Mary.”

“I promised my husband I wouldn’t do that sort of stuff with Mary. But when I had Lucy, he didn’t ask me to promise anything, so when she was four I started to have some fun with her. That was when I found out Lucy was also having fun with Mary. Then Katy here made Mary know I was doing things with Lucy. Mary then wanted for all us Tran girls to have sex fun, and we do.”

“I maybe shouldn’t say that with the law here. You won’t say anything, will you, Sandie?”

“Hey, no. I swear I won’t, Grace,” said Sandie looking down at the table. Then she looked up and laughed, “Let’s just say, what happens in Carol’s house, stays in Carol’s house. Um, in fact since we’re being so candid, I’ll tell you something.”

She drained her shot glass and said, “I have three sisters, two older, one younger. When I was, I guess, nine or ten, my little sister, who’s two years younger than me, said, ‘I got to show you something.’ She took me to our bedroom. All four of us girls shared the same room. It wasn’t unusual to see each other in our underwear, but we rarely saw each other nude.”

“Could I have another shot please, Carol?” Mom poured it for her. Sandie went on, “I asked her what she wanted to show me. She started to undo my jeans. I was too surprised at that to think clearly. I asked her what she thought she was doing. She said, ‘You have to let me put my finger in you, so I can stir your honey pot.’ I had no idea what she meant by that, but I didn’t stop her. Well, she masturbated me. She had caught my older sisters masturbating each other, and they had let her help. In fact, they gave her some lessons.”

“How old were your other sisters at the time?” asked Jean.

“Sixteen and thirteen. That night it all came out in the open. The next time the four of us were alone, well, you know.”

“Wow!” said Mrs. Tran, “Now I feel like masturbating.”

“When don’t you?” asked Aunt Billie.

“Why don’t I make a fire, and we’ll all chill out in the living room.” Mom said, then added, “Katy, go downstairs please, and get some more wood for me.”

“Sure, Mom. Sandie, would you help me please?”

“Yeah, let’s go.”

Sandie and me went to the basement together. I didn’t feel scared like I did when I was alone down there. We went over to where the wood was.

“I can carry more than you, so why don’t you pile some in my arms,” Sandie said.

Sandie bent over, and I kissed her quick on the lips.

“Why, thanks. What was that for?”

“Just cause I really like you.” I started to put some firewood in her arms. “Sometimes I think about you strip-searching me. I think it would have been kind of neat, maybe.”

“Well, you know that wouldn’t have really happened. Sheriff Johnson just said those things to make Mr. Conover feel sorry for you. Even if he had signed the charges, the Sheriff would have just let you go anyway, after Mr. Conover left.”

Sandie blushed and said, “Some nights I think about seeing yours and Pam’s bare butts.”

Now my face felt hot.

Sandie added, “You have a really nice butt for a kid.”

Some kind of goofy sound came out my mouth and I thanked her for saying I had a nice behind. I finished loading wood into Sandie’s arms, then I grabbed a fire starter brick, and we went back upstairs.

When we got to the living room, Jean, Aunt Billie, Mom, and Mrs. Tran were already in there sitting around. I took the small logs one at a time off Sandie’s arms and put them by the wood stove. I saw Mom had already taken a bunch of towels and put them in a pile on the coffee table. Sandie looked at them but didn’t say anything. Also the coffee table had been moved to near the front door, making a lot of open space in the living room.

Sandie sat in the crummy old chair with her shot and her beer. Mrs. Tran was sitting in the easy chair. Jean and Aunt Billie were next to each other in the middle of the couch. I sat on the floor and watched Mom make the fire.

The fire soon was going good. Mom shut the door on the wood stove. You could see the flames thru the slats in the door that Mom had left open. Mom walked over to the chair where Sandie sat. Mom bent over putting her hands on the arms of the chair.

Mom said, “Please let me thank you for the night you got Katy home so fast.” She kissed Sandie softly on the lips for a few seconds. Then Mom smiled at Sandie.

Sandie just sat there, but she was kind of starting to breathe a little hard. Mom kissed Sandie again, and Sandie was kissing Mom back. Slowly Sandie’s hands reached up and held Mom’s big boobies that were hanging down. Mom didn’t have a bra on and her big nipples were showing against the fabric of her t-shirt. When Sandie put her hands on Mom’s breasts they both moaned a little into each other’s mouths.

“Oh, yeah, that’s hot.” said Mrs. Tran. While we’d all been looking at Mom and Sandie, Mrs. Tran had taken off all her clothes. She’d put a towel on the easy chair, and her legs were spread. She was rubbing her finger around on her pussy.

Mom smiled and said to me, “Katy, you thank Sandie, too.”

I stood between Sandie’s legs and put my hands on the back of her neck. I leaned in and kissed her softly on the lips. I pulled back and smiled at her.

Sandie said, “What a nice smile. And those dimples, I could just eat you up.”

“You’ll get your chance soon, Sandie,” Mom said.

I moved in and kissed Sandie again. This time I gave her a French kiss.

She seemed to like it, and kissed me back. Sandie ran her hands up and down my back.

Mom said, “Don’t be shy, Sandie.”

I felt Mom’s arm behind me, then I felt Sandie’s hand on my butt.

“Go on and feel her ass up.”

I was still just wearing my bunny slippers and the big flannel shirt, which was like a dress on me. After a while, we broke the kiss. Sandie was hugging me when she made a little gasp. That made me look up. Sandie’s eyes were wide and her mouth was open. I turned to see what she was looking at.

While I’d been kissing Sandie, Mom had taken all her clothes off. As Mom ran her finger up and down her pussy lips, she said, “Kiss my daughter again. Kiss her and feel her ass while we watch. Please. It turns us all on.”

Sandie looked around the room, wide-eyed. She looked at Mrs. Tran masturbating. She looked at Aunt Billie and Jean holding hands on the couch.

They smiled at Sandie and nodded their heads.

Sandie looked at my mom standing naked in front of all of us, masturbating. Then Sandie put her hand on my flannel-covered ass, pulled me close and kissed me. Our tongues took turns in each other’s mouths.

Sandie stopped kissing me. She hugged me tight against her. Then she said, “Oh my god…”

I turned around to see what she was looking at now. Mrs. Tran was standing next to Mom.

Mrs. Tran was holding Mom’s boobs and sucking my mom’s big nipples. Mom had one finger moving up and down Mrs. Tran’s pussy lips, and was playing with Mrs. Tran’s nipples with her other hand.

Standing by the couch, Aunt Billie and Jean were undressing each other. I looked back at Mrs. Tran and Mom playing with each other’s pussies. I looked over by the couch again.

Aunt Billie and Jean were both naked now also. They were sitting next to each other on the couch, their fingers rubbing each other’s pussies.

“I… I can’t… I can’t believe this. It’s so beautiful. I… I’ve never done anything like this,” Sandie said.

“Well, first tip,” said my mom, with a big smile, “is that it’s best if you get naked too.”

Mom took me by the shoulders and moved me aside. Then she took each of Sandie’s hands and had her stand up.

Mrs. Tran undid Sandie’s blue jeans and yanked them down along with Sandie’s panties.

I was staring at Sandie’s pussy. It was wet. Her pussy lips were swollen. She had a triangle of black hair over her pussy and a little bit of short hair around her pussy lips.

Mom started to pull off Sandie’s sweatshirt.

“No! I mean, um…” Sandie said as she pulled back from Mom a little bit. “I have a pretty big scar on my back. I think it might scare Katy. It may turn the rest of you off too.”

“Let us be the judge of that,” Mom said as she hugged Sandie and then gave her a kiss. Sandie faced toward the rest of us and Mom stood behind Sandie. Mom pulled up the back of Sandie’s sweatshirt.

“I think we can handle it, Sandie.” Mom said. “Don’t be afraid or ashamed.”

Mom pulled the sweatshirt all the way off, and then took off Sandie’s bra.

We all loved Sandie’s boobies and nipples. They were small but very firm, like Mrs. Tran’s. Sandie’s nipples were big and brown. Mom said, “Let them see your back, Sandie. It’s okay. It won’t scare Katy.”

Mom put her hands on Sandie’s shoulders and turned her so her back was to us. “What do you think, Katy?” Mom asked me.

I said, “What scar?” To be honest, I was so busy looking at Sandie’s bare ass I didn’t even notice her back. Sandie had a real nice ass. Round but not too big. It looked firm. I wanted to kiss and touch her ass. I bent down a little and put a kiss on each of Sandie’s butt cheeks. I put my hands on her ass and felt her up.

I heard Aunt Billie say, “It’s pretty bad, but I don’t mind it.”

“Is it from your military service?” asked Mrs. Tran. Sandie just nodded.

“I’d like to hear more about it later,” said Jean. “Katy, if you’d take your eyes off Sandie’s ass for a moment, please, and look up.”

I did look up. Starting at the left shoulder blade and running diagonally to just above the right hip was a long deep line. At the top was a square about four inches that looked like it had been burned real bad. It looked like it might have been worse before maybe, but had been fixed up some.

“Golly, Sandie,” I said, “does it hurt?”

Sandie turned and faced us. “No. There’s really not much feeling at all along that part of my back.”

I told her, “I think it’s cool.”

Everyone was looking at me. Aunt Billie said, “Well, only one girl here isn’t naked yet.”

“Let me do the honors,” Mom said.

I stepped out of my bunny slippers. Mom got on her knees in front of me and unbuttoned the flannel shirt of hers that I was wearing. She stood up and slid the shirt off my shoulders and I stood there as naked as all the grownups.

Mom put her hands on my shoulders and slowly turned me in a circle so that the women could see all of me.

I thought how funny it was that just a couple months ago I was so embarrassed about being naked in front of grownups. Now I really liked the way they were all looking at me. Their eyes were moving up and down my body. Mostly they looked right at the middle of me, at my little slit. Now I understood why Mary had gone naked in front of my mom on New Year’s Day. She knew that my mom would like looking at her with no clothes on.

I think I understood. Grownup women liked seeing girls naked. Maybe they might think something dirty. Maybe they just thought it was cute. I knew now that I just enjoyed them seeing me naked. It was making me feel sexy.

I still couldn’t quite understand why looking at my long skinny legs and flat chest and tiny hairless pussy would be better than seeing each other’s boobs and grownup pussies. I liked seeing other girls around my age naked, but I really loved seeing older teens and grownup women naked.

Mrs. Tran said, “Well, Sandie, to reward you for your service to our country, I’d love to service you.”

Mom and Grace lay Sandie down on the floor over some towels. Mrs. Tran got on her tummy between Sandie’s legs. “I can’t wait to taste that nice looking pussy,” Mrs. Tran said.

“Grace, no, we shouldn’t,” Sandie said, as she looked up at me.

Mom said, “Relax, Sandie. We’re all friends here. I know what you’d like to see.”

Mom gave Sandie a kiss while she played with Sandie’s breasts. Then Mom positioned me so I was on my knees with a knee on either side of Sandie’s head. I was facing so I could see Mrs. Tran licking Sandie’s pussy.

Mom said, “That’s right, Sandie. Just look up at my daughter’s hairless sweet nine-year-old pussy. Look at her beautiful bare ass.” While Mom was saying this she played with Sandie’s nipples. Mrs. Tran had a finger in Sandie’s pussy, and was sucking on Sandie’s hard clit.

Mom went on, “If you want to touch Katy’s pussy or ass, go ahead. We’d all love to watch that.”

I said, “Yeah, Sandie. You can touch me or kiss me down there, or anything you want. I really like you, a lot.”

“Don’t be shy, Sandie. Katy means it,” said Mom. “I bet it’s been a long time since you saw a little girl pussy so close. Maybe not since your younger sister was still a little girl. I’m sure you and your sisters loved eating each other. You did do that, didn’t you?”

“Yes,” answered Sandie. “I loved eating my little sister the most.” I could feel Sandie’s hot breath on my moist pussy as she said that.

Mom put her hands on my hips and started to place my opening over Sandie’s mouth. As she did this, Mom said, “Go on. Enjoy my daughter’s little girl pussy. You deserve it.”

Then Sandie’s hands were on my hips, and she pulled me the rest of the way down onto her mouth. Sandie kissed and then started to lick my pussy.

I heard Jean say, “Oh, that is so beautiful.” I looked over her way.

Jean and Aunt Billie were watching me sitting on Sandie’s face… watching Mrs. Tran licking and playing with Sandie’s pussy… watching Mom kissing my body up and down, while her fingers pulled on Sandie’s nipples.

I looked at what I was doing with the grownups on the floor, and then I watched Jean and Aunt Billie finger-fucking each other. They would kiss each other also, but didn’t take their eyes off the rest of us either.

As Mrs. Tran worked harder on Sandie’s pussy, Mom kept talking. “Grace really knows how to lick pussy, huh, Sandie?” Sandie grunted some sort of words into my pussy, which felt awesome.

Mom said, “You’re doing a good job on my little Katy. You should see her face. I think Katy’s real close to coming on your face from the good job you’re doing licking her little girl pussy. Are you getting close, Katy?” Mom asked as she now played with my tiny hard nipples.

“Mommy, I got to… Sandie, please don’t stop, I got to…”

I closed my eyes and against the darkness saw bright yellow lights. I opened my eyes and fell forward. I caught myself on my hands, and was on all fours. I’d had my little come. My head was almost against Mrs. Tran’s head.

I could see Sandie coming on Mrs. Tran’s mouth. I could feel Sandie squeezing my ass. I fell over on my side. Mrs. Tran was kissing my mouth and I was tasting Sandie’s cum.

I moved on to my back, spread my legs wide, pulled back my tight little pussy lips open as far as I could and said, “Please, Sandie, lick me some more. Please!”

Sandie got up on her hands and knees. She looked at me. Sandie put her face between my legs and started to lick me. Her tongue was all in and around my pussy. Sandie’s tongue was so hot, so wet and soft. Mom and Mrs. Tran were kissing me. I shouted out, “Oh golly, Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!”

I was just laying there. I felt so good. Mrs. Tran was laying next to me cuddling me. Mom and Sandie were on their knees kissing each other. Rubbing their tits together. Their fingers in each other’s pussy.

On the couch Jean was on her back with her mouth on Aunt Billie’s pussy. Aunt Billie was on her hands and knees facing the other way. Aunt Billie was looking at the ceiling, saying, “Oh fuck! Yeah! I’m coming!”

As soon as Aunt Billie started to calm down, she buried her face between Jean’s legs till Jean was smacking Aunt Billie’s ass with the palms of her hands.

Then Jean squeezed Aunt Billie’s ass and yelled out, “Eat me! I’m gonna come all over your face. Oh yes! Lick my cunt, Billie. Ah, you fucking dirty little girl whore! Ah, shit! I’m coming on your sweet face… I’m coming… Ah! Oh, fuck yeah!” Then they both just lay there on the couch looking over at us.

Mom and Sandie’s butt cheeks clenched tight as they both came on each other’s fingers. It was quiet. Except for the fire crackling and everyone breathing hard and panting. Then it was just the fire we heard.

We were all just looking around at each other. Sandie said, “Whew. I will never forget this night. Thank you all.”

“Hang on, Sandie,” said Aunt Billie. “We’re just getting started.”

“Yes,” Jean said. “We have a lot to talk about, and a lot to try yet.”

Mom said, “We’ll take a break, and then we’ll fool around some more.”

Sandie moved over to where her shot glass was. She drank it down in a big gulp, and finished what beer she had left. Then she smiled at all of us.

I yelled out, “I got dibs on licking Sandie’s pussy next!”

Everyone laughed, and Jean said, “Yes, fine. Let’s all clean up, have some refreshments, and then really have an orgy.”

We all agreed with her.

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