“Come in, darling,” said Kay as she opened the front door for me. “Don’t you look lovely today — you really are very pretty!”
“Oh, thank you,” I blushed, stepping inside. I put my backpack down by the door.
Kay was in a light cotton dress this time, not slacks like the previous week. But it was easy to tell that she was braless again. Her large breasts swung and bobbed beneath the thin material as she took my jacket and hung it in the coat closet. Then she kissed my cheek and gave me a long hug. I felt the soft warmth of her tits pressing against mine, and I smelled her perfume. Very seductive.
Danielle came out from the kitchen to join us. I was a little surprised to see that she was wearing shorts and a dainty tank top since it was so cold that day, though of course it was comfortably warm inside the house. And I also detected a delicious aroma wafting behind her, something like freshly baked bread. It made my mouth water.
“Hello, Britt,” the woman beamed, rushing up to greet me. “It’s so nice to see you!”
“Hi,” I smiled, as she squeezed me tightly. Under her top, Danielle was wearing a bra, I could feel that. I wondered if she would be shy about her body like she’d been the week before, reluctant to take off her bra and let us see her boobs.
She certainly wasn’t bashful about showing off her legs. As Danielle stepped back to get a better look at me in my miniskirt and colorful fuzzy sweater, oohing and aahing along with Kay, I let my eyes run up and down her long gorgeous legs. The denim shorts she had on were tiny and very tight, revealing miles of tanned, toned flesh. That made my mouth water even more!
“The kids are upstairs,” said Kay with a leer, “waiting for us. I think they might’ve already got started.”
“Yeah,” Danielle added breathlessly, “and I made two loaves of bread and we’ve got a stew going in the slow cooker. It’ll be ready around six or so. We don’t have to worry about it at all. We can just, you know, play until then.”
When Kay wagged her eyebrows at this suggestive remark, the women burst into laughter. They seemed giddy, intoxicated — but with alcohol or with lust, I wasn’t sure — maybe it was both.
“So, are you ready?” Kay asked, stroking my arm. “Or do you want to, um, relax a little bit first… maybe have a glass of wine?”
“No, I, it’s fine. We can start whenever you like. I’m ready.”
“Good, then let’s go.” Taking my hand, Kay led me quickly up the stairs. Danielle was right behind us, tittering like a schoolgirl.
We didn’t go to Addison’s room, as I’d expected we would, but to Kay’s, the master bedroom. I hadn’t been in there before.
She had a king-size bed, and on the bed were the two little ones, Cherise and Addison. The girls were lying together, facing one another, arms and legs entwined — and both were nude. They looked up and smiled at us as we came in. From the flush of their cheeks and the wet gleam on their lips, it was easy to see that they’d been kissing, if not more.
“Hi, Britt!” chirped Addison. Cherise just giggled.
“Hi, you guys,” I said, as I wondered how much ‘practicing’ these girls had been doing in their private time together. Maybe a lot, from the looks of it, which certainly was fine with me. Then I wondered if their mothers might have done some spectating, encouraging, possibly even joining in? So many things to think about!
“How should we start?” asked Kay.
Turning, I saw that she had unbuttoned her dress down the front and was letting it fall from her shoulders to the floor. She wore nothing underneath, and when she kicked off her shoes, she was completely naked. Kay took both breasts in her hands, squeezing them and pressing them together.
“I’m so excited about this,” she grinned. “Danielle and I, we’ve been thinking about it and talking about it all week long. How do you want to start?”
That meant it was up to me once again. I would be in charge. And from what Kay said and the way she said it, I got the impression that nothing much more had happened since the previous Saturday, at least not between the mothers and daughters. But maybe that would change today. I really hoped it would!
However, I wasn’t quite brave enough to begin with what I’d been planning for them, not right away at least. That might have to wait a while. I needed to work up my courage first and get everyone in just the right mood.
“Well, um… okay, so,” I stammered, feeling a little unsure, at a bit of a loss.
Then I glanced at Danielle. “Whatever you think,” she said to me, smiling warmly. “You just tell us what to do.” Her look of complete trust gave me a boost of much-needed confidence and helped me decide.
I reached out and took her hand, then Kay’s too, and brought both women to stand with me at the foot of the bed, facing the girls, who sat up to look at us.
“Cherise?” I asked. “Did you do any, uh, touching yourself this week, alone at night in bed, or maybe during the day? You know, masturbating? Did you do that some?”
The beautiful ten-year-old blushed, but nodded, saying quietly, “Uh-huh, I did.”
“And were you able to make yourself come? Did you have an orgasm?”
“Um, mostly. Not every time, I mean, but usually I did.”
I heard a low groan, almost inaudible, beside me. With her free hand, the one I wasn’t holding, Danielle was caressing her pussy through her tight denim shorts as she listened to her little girl tell us about masturbating to climax. I noticed that Cherise was watching her closely.
“I did it too,” Addison piped up. “Lots of times.”
I smiled at the kids approvingly. “That’s good, I’m glad. It’s important for you to get comfortable touching yourself, playing with yourself, learning all about what gets you especially excited, what turns you on the most. I want you both to keep doing that, as often as you can, okay?”
“Okay,” they readily agreed.
“So, um, Addison,” I asked, “when you’re doing that, playing with yourself, do you have any special fantasies that go through your head? What do you usually think about?”
She giggled, crinkling her nose. “You know, like, girls, and um… ladies.”
“Not boys?”
“Eww, no, not boys. Yuck!”
I laughed. “That’s fine, either way is fine. If you like to think about boys, it’s no problem, or just girls. Either way, it’s up to you. Whatever gets you most excited.”
“Sometimes I think about you,” Addison said.
“You do?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Do you think about me being naked?”
“Yeah, I do, a lot.”
“Me too,” said Cherise. “I do that too.”
Danielle groaned again. Her hand was moving faster between her legs, over her shorts, pressing in hard.
“Do you want to see me naked now?” I asked the girls, my gaze going from one to the other. They both nodded eagerly.
“Cherise, honey,” I said in a soft voice, “do you also want to see your mom naked? Do you want to look at her pretty body?”
The child blushed deep red, then swallowed. Slowly nodding, she said, “Mm-hm.”
“That’s fine,” I assured her. “There’s nothing wrong or bad about wanting to look at a sexy woman, at her naked body, even if the woman is your mother. And if, um, if a woman wants to look at a little girl, see the child naked, even if the girl is her daughter and it gets the woman excited, that’s fine too. There’s nothing wrong with any of that. Okay?”
No one responded, but I could definitely feel the erotic temperature rising in the room. I thought I could even smell it. And then I realized what the aroma was.
I looked at Kay. She was rubbing her fingers over her erect nipples, coating them with a wet, gooey substance. As I watched, she dropped her hand to her crotch, pushing two fingers quickly inside her cunt, then brought them up again to her tits. She applied more of the slippery juices to her nipples, then raised her hand to her mouth, sucking on her fingers, savoring the taste of her own pussy. She smiled and winked at me.
“You’re so hot,” I said. And on impulse, I leaned in close, bringing my lips to Kay’s. We kissed, using our tongues, and I tasted her, especially when she slipped her still gooey fingers briefly into my mouth. After a few seconds, I pulled back.
“Wow,” sighed Danielle.
I turned toward her. Standing on my tiptoes, I kissed her too, sharing a bit of Kay’s juices, though I was sure Danielle had enjoyed that delicious flavor many times before. They hadn’t said anything yet to confirm this, but I was positive that the pair were lesbian lovers.
When I looked back at the girls, I saw that Addison had begun masturbating as she watched us kiss, fingers tickling her hairless pussy. She was breathing fast, her smooth flat chest rising and falling. Cherise wasn’t touching herself at this point, merely staring wide-eyed at everything.
“Okay, honey,” I said to Cherise. “Want me to take off your mommy’s clothes, so you can see her naked?”
She nodded, “Yes, please.”
“All right,” I grinned, chucking inwardly at her politeness.
“And you take off your clothes too,” said Addison to me.
“Oh, don’t you worry, I will.”
I knelt in front of Danielle. She was wearing cute white sneakers. After removing them, I gently massaged her feet for a moment or two, and finished by kissing each of her toes. Then I stood again, gliding my hands along the backs of her long, shapely legs. When I reached her shorts, I cupped the woman’s butt, squeezing her cheeks.
Danielle uttered a little mewing sound and her eyes widened, but she made no other movement. I smiled at her, then took the hem of her girlish tank top and lifted it. She raised her arms, and I pulled the top up, over her head and off, laying it aside.
Her bra was yellow and white, lacy, and partially transparent. I could easily see her dark nipples. They were stiffly erect, pushing out through the material. It made me want to kiss and lick and suck them. I remembered then how much I’d loved sucking Gina’s tits. Her breasts were larger than Danielle’s, though not as full and round as Kay’s. But her nipples were so enticing, nearly always hard, as if begging for a mouth to take them in. We would do that for what seemed hours on end, sitting in a chair or reclining on her sofa, with me curled in Gina’s lap, sucking like a baby while she masturbated or played with my pussy or did both at the same time.
All this flashed through my mind in a couple of seconds as I gazed at Danielle’s chest. Then I put my hands over her breasts, squeezing them tenderly. She sighed in pleasure.
I heard a soft whimper. Glancing at the bed, I found that Cherise had started touching herself too, both hands between her legs, pressing in on her labia, slowly scissoring, the way I’d taught her the previous Saturday. I gave the girl a smile of approval.
Turning my attention back to Danielle, I located the front closure on her bra. Before opening it, I looked up into the woman’s beautiful deep brown eyes. “May I?”
“Mm-hm,” she nodded, sounding exactly like her daughter had earlier.
I unhooked the clasp and drew the cups away, sliding the straps off Danielle’s shoulders and down her arms, then let the bra drop. Unsupported, her small breasts sagged — but oh my god, those nipples! They just stuck out so far, were so incredibly inviting, I don’t know how anyone could not be dying to lick and suck them. I know I was, and I certainly hoped Cherise was too.
I looked at the child. Sure enough, her eyes were glued to her mother’s exposed tits, and not only that, she was licking her lips as she stared at the erect nipples.
God, this was too fucking hot. I clenched my thigh muscles, squeezing my legs together. I wanted to come so bad, but I cautioned myself to slow down, take it easy. Don’t try to rush things, or it might not work out the way you want.
After a deep breath… inhale, exhale… I said to Danielle, “Can I take your shorts, and uh, your panties off?”
“Yes, please,” she smiled.
I didn’t know if she had panties on or not, but it seemed likely. At any rate, I’d find out soon enough.
Her shorts were very tight, and it wasn’t easy to open the top button, but finally I managed, and then pulled down the zipper. She was indeed wearing panties — or actually a thong — a brief triangle of stretchy pink fabric that snugly enclosed her labia and virtually nothing else.
Leaving those sexy panties in place for the moment, I tugged the denim shorts over Danielle’s hips and down her legs, then off as she stepped out of them. After pausing to admire her beautiful legs one more time, I hooked my fingers into the narrow waistband of the thong and slowly began pulling it down as well, revealing everything.
Again I saw that her mound was completely bare, as were her lips. I couldn’t see any stubble, so I assumed she must have had a wax job recently. I’d read about that, but I didn’t think I wanted one myself. It seemed too painful, and anyway I liked how my bush looked. Of course I also liked the way Danielle looked, so smooth and hot and sexy!
I stared at the woman’s pussy for a few seconds, then looked at the thong. The fabric felt warm in my hand, and as I expected it was also slightly damp. Holding it closer, I saw a thin line of moisture right down the center. I brought the thong to my nose, closed my eyes, and sniffed — and heard Addison giggle.
All right, time to get back to doing my job. Focus, Britt! I set the panties down and got to my feet.
With Danielle stripped, I was now the only person in the room still wearing any clothes. That could be taken care of quite easily, except how should I do it?
I turned toward Kay. She was masturbating, as usual, one hand fondling her tits, the other working between her legs.
“Would you take my sweater off, please?” I asked.
She grinned at me. “With pleasure.” Then she lifted my sweater up and over my head.
“Ooh,” sighed Addison, as my small breasts came into view. My nipples were stiffly erect, aching to be touched. This gave me a very naughty idea.
“Could you put some of that,” I said to Kay, nodding at her crotch, “on my nipples too?”
“Mmm, yes,” she chuckled. “I’d be glad to.”
She dropped a hand back between her legs, pushing two fingers inside her cunt, then brought the fingers up to my tits, rubbing her slippery, shiny wetness over my nipples. My clit tingled at her touch, and my pussy throbbed. Squeezing my thighs together, I could tell how soaked my panties were.
A high-pitched squeal made me glance at Addison. Her fingers were moving very fast over her clit, and she was red in the face, huffing and puffing. I didn’t think she’d come quite yet, but the little girl was obviously getting close.
Cherise was masturbating too, though not as vigorously as Addison. Both hands caressed her pussy, and her big brown eyes were wide, darting everywhere, from her mom’s nipples, to mine, to Kay’s, then to Addison’s busy fingers, and finally back to her mother.
I kissed Kay on the lips, then turned again to Danielle. “Can you take off my shoes, please?”
“All right.”
She knelt before me, carefully removed my flat shoes and, as I had done with her, tenderly massaged my feet for a few seconds. Then Danielle kissed my toes, one at a time. I adored how that felt, not only the softness of her lips, but the sensation of having a beautiful woman lovingly touch and kiss my feet. It was intensely erotic.
“Thank you,” I whispered to her.
“You’re welcome,” she said, and as she stood, Danielle trailed her fingers up the backs of my legs, briefly reaching under my short skirt to cup my butt cheeks. Then she stepped back, awaiting what would come next.
“Cherise,” I said in a low tone, moving closer to the bed, “would you please take off my skirt?”
“Um, okay…”
Her voice was shaky and I saw that she was trembling with arousal. Apparently the way she’d been playing with herself, along with everything she was seeing, had totally turned the child on. I was happy to see that.
Cherise found the button and the zipper on the side of my pleated skirt, and soon it was open, sliding down my legs. I kicked it aside, thanking the beautiful girl with a smile as she went back to stroking her pussy, then turned to Addison.
“Now I need someone to take off my panties. Would you do that for me, sweetie?”
“Yeah, sure!”
Even though she was briskly rubbing her clit and seemingly very near a climax, Addison had no problem switching gears to lend me a hand. Little kids are so adaptable.
She climbed off the bed and grabbed the sides of my undies, yanking them down to my feet. As soon as I stepped out of them, Addison lifted the panties to her nose, smelling them the way I’d done with Danielle’s.
“Mmmm,” the girl sighed, her eyes closed. I got the clear impression that these were not the first panties she’d sniffed.
“All right, now… everyone is naked,” I announced, as I put both hands between my legs, caressing my slippery labia, “and we’re all touching ourselves, playing with ourselves. Mmmm, and that is such a good thing. Everyone should do this as often as they can. Masturbation is one of the best things in the world, it makes you feel good, and it can help you learn how to please others as well as yourself.”
I looked slowly around the room while saying these words. Addison had hopped back onto the bed and picked up right where she left off, small fingers tickling her hairless pussy. Cherise was squeezing her mound between her hands, scissoring, teasing her clit. Danielle was holding her moist lips apart with one hand, the other hand sliding up and down through her furrow. And Kay, of course, was fucking herself. I had to wonder how many times a day she did this — almost every time I looked at her, the sexy woman had two fingers buried deep inside her cunt — not that there’s anything wrong with that!
“But you know what?” I said. “There’s something else you can do while you’re masturbating together with someone that makes it even better, even hotter. You can talk to them about sex.”
That got their attention. Both women and both girls looked at me, their eyes bright with interest.
“So, what are you thinking about right now? Or, when you’re alone in bed, playing with yourself, what ideas get you the most turned on? Let’s tell each other our hottest fantasies, okay?”
No one said anything in reply, though I did see nods of agreement from Addison and from Kay, and the other two appeared willing to go along as well.
“Addison, can we start with you? You said before that you’ve been masturbating a lot this week, and you also said you like thinking about me naked, right?”
“Uh-huh,” she nodded, grinning. “I do.”
“Okay, and is there anything you like to imagine me doing when you think about me that way?”
“Well, yeah, I mean, like, kissing me and stuff. Kissing and hugging. Or, you know, especially, um… licking my clit.”
“Fuck, yeah,” groaned Kay, two fingers pumping fast inside her juicy cunt, making that delicious wet slapping sound. I could smell her arousal, and I was sure everyone else could too.
“How about you, honey?” I asked Cherise. “What do you think about when you masturbate?”
The pretty girl hesitated, then finally said, “Um… I don’t know.”
“It’s all right,” I encouraged. “You can tell us. There must be something.”
Cherise swallowed and looked slowly around the room, but remained mute.
Danielle said to her daughter, “Don’t be shy, sweetie. Come on, tell us what turns you on. I really want to hear about it.”
“You do?”
“Yes, I do. I want to know what gets you excited, baby, when you touch your little pussy.”
As she said this, Danielle half-squatted in front of the child, opening her legs, drawing back her labia with both hands to expose her gooey, glistening center. With the tip of her index finger, she rubbed her fat pink clit. “Tell Mommy. Tell Mommy what turns you on, little girl.”
Cherise licked her lips. She was breathing quickly, almost panting, cheeks turning red, fingers moving faster between her legs.
“I think about, um, naked ladies,” she told us, in a quavering but surprisingly loud voice, as she stared at her mother’s sex. “About their boobs. Their big nipples. And — and — and their cunts!!”
Addison suddenly squealed. She went stiff for a moment, then fell to her side on the bed, both hands clamped between her legs, small body shuddering in orgasmic ecstasy.
“Fuck!” Kay screamed. “Fuck!!”
I turned and saw that she was climaxing too, frantically fucking herself as she watched the child come.
Hearing a heavy grunt from Danielle, I whipped my head around again. A long strand of viscous goo was dripping toward the floor from her vagina, which she was holding wide open. I could actually see her pink hole pulsating, gobs of creamy moisture oozing out as she came.
“Ohh!” cried Cherise. The little girl was rubbing herself with both hands, eyes glued to her mother’s sex. After another shrill cry, she started coming too, gasping and choking, bending at the waist with each powerful spasm.
At last it was my turn.
The orgasm burst from my center, jolting me, almost knocking me over. Somehow I managed to stay on my feet, swaying, groaning, breathing hard, loving all the wonderful sounds and smells, the warm pleasure of shared feminine desire. I was glad that I’d been able to hold off long enough to take in this stunningly erotic sight, two beautiful women and their young daughters rubbing themselves, climaxing together in incestuous lesbian lust.
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