by Suzy Freeman
My final interview for this phase of the study was with Riley, a young woman of twenty-two. She is a natural redhead and claims her mother named her Riley for that reason, because she was born with a full head of hair. I found her marvelously attractive, though I only include that information because I am part of my own subject group, women who identify as having experienced a very active sex drive in their younger years. For the purpose of this interview, Riley brought her sisters with her: Wendy (aged seventeen) and Lacey (twelve). The final “interview” I present here will be a sort of memoir of my own early life, which will come after this interview and end phase one of this project.
Q: Hello, Riley. Thank you for agreeing to meet me at my apartment.
A: My pleasure.
Q: I see you brought two others with you. Would you introduce them for the purposes of this study?
A: Yes, these are my sisters. The older one is Wendy. She’s seventeen. Lacey is twelve.
Q: I take it they are fully aware of the subject we are about to discuss?
A: Yes, they are VERY aware of it. (I notice that both Riley’s sisters are blushing.)
Q: You all have such lovely red hair. Are both your parents redheads?
A: Yes. If I didn’t know better, I’d swear Mom and Dad are brother and sister. (She laughs.)
Q: Oh, my. That’s amazing. It practically guarantees all their children will be redheads, too.
A: Yes, we love having parents that look so much like us.
Q: Okay, let’s get started, shall we? Riley, suppose you tell me about your earliest sexual experience.
A: Gladly. When I was around eight, I discovered my pussy, at least I discovered it was good for more than peeing. I was riding a horse and realized suddenly that the bouncing on the saddle was making me feel good down there. In my “privates.” That’s the word my mother always used.
Q: Did this lead to further exploration of your body?
A: Did it ever! Soon after that, it led to my first orgasm.
Q: When you were riding?
A: No. It was a few nights later when I was at home in my bed. I started thinking about how good it felt to rub myself against the saddle, then I started touching myself to see if I could give myself that same feeling without having to ride a horse. Turns out that I could. (She smiles at me again, and I find myself wondering how long I can keep myself from kissing those delicious-looking lips.)
Q: Can you describe it in greater detail? (I see a definite prickle of interest in Riley’s eyes. She seems to understand that my interest in this story goes far beyond the mere analytical.)
A: Well, I started feeling around, and after a minute or so, I found my clit. I remember wondering what that little bitty nub was for, and after one touch, I knew. That’s what made it feel so good when I was riding. So I kept rubbing it until it got too sensitive, and I had to stop for a minute. Instead, I touched all these different parts of my pussy, coming back to my clit every once in a while. After about ten or fifteen minutes of this, it was feeling too good to stop, so I didn’t. Suddenly this amazing feeling rushed up on me and I just rode it as far as I could. I had no idea what an orgasm was… just that I loved it, and I wanted more, lots more!
Q: How did you figure out what it was?
A: I went online. This was only fourteen years ago, and Google was already around back then. Well, when I discovered the feeling was called an orgasm, and what I was doing was called masturbation, I continued to seek out information about both those things. Pretty soon this led me to online porn, and that blew me away. I mean, I had no idea this stuff existed! Yes, I knew that women had babies, but the details on how the baby got inside them were, you know, kinda vague. I knew it had something to do with penises and vaginas, but the videos I found made the, um, mechanics of that very clear to me. I remember thinking, “Damn, so THAT’S how it’s done!” (We all laugh at this.)
Q: Did it frighten you?
A: Hell, no! It turned me on! Well, not all of it. After a while, I found myself getting bored with the videos featuring men. Well, what really happened was I decided I liked seeing naked women a lot more. Then I started checking out lesbian videos, and oh, my gosh, they turned me on!
Q: Did that make you wonder if you could be gay yourself?
A: No, it didn’t. You have to understand that, at my age, love and sex were totally different things. Love was stuff like… like having a family, raising kids, going to the beach, watching TV together, Mom hugging Dad when he got home from work. The stuff I saw in online porn was all about having fun. At that age, I was still expecting to get married and have kids one day. (She laughed.) I guess that would include sex with a husband, but it wasn’t something I thought about much. I sure liked to think about girls, though!
Q: So you continued to watch lesbian porn on a regular basis?
A: Constantly. I remember thinking I’d hit the jackpot, because I found SO many film scenes that made me want to touch myself. Which worked out nicely; ‘cause I was totally hooked on masturbation. I didn’t care so much about Barbies anymore… watching porn and getting off became my new hobbies. I still love doing them both.
W (Wendy): She even taught me how to masturbate.
A: I sure did! That’s sort of how Wendy and I started fooling around.
Q: Do the two of you still have sex together?
A: Of course! Why stop? We’re both gay, and we love each other..
Q: (I look at Lacey.) I take it you have sex with your sisters as well?
L: (Lacey nods.) Yes. Ever since I can remember!
Q: Riley, how old were your sisters when you brought them into your world of sexual celebration?
A: Oooh, that’s a great way to put it. Let’s see. Wendy was five the first time we did anything. I’d been masturbating for about a year to lesbian porn, and I was starting to think about having sex with a girl myself. I didn’t have the nerve to make a move on any of my friends, though.
One day Wendy and I were taking a shower together. Sometimes Mom would have us do that if we were in a hurry to get somewhere. That morning, I saw my sister naked for the first time in a long while. Honestly, I could’ve kicked myself for not thinking of Wendy as a potential sex partner. She really looked up to me, she loved trying new things… and she was such a pretty little girl at that age. Now she’s a woman, and more beautiful than ever..
W (blushing): Aw, thanks, sis.
A: So I started asking questions about her body, and she responded just like I hoped she would.
W: I was clueless, of course. Back then, my cunt was just the place I peed from.
A: (Places a hand on her sister’s thigh) After that day, you knew better!
W: I’ll say!
A: Anyway, I remember I asked her…
(From here, I will report this more as if it’s a story, not an interview. This is still taken directly from the recording of the interview and transcribed verbatim.)
***
“Wendy?”
“Yeah?”
“Have you ever wondered why you have that?” I asked, pointing between her legs.
“My trickle? It’s to pee from, silly. Everybody knows that.”
“Well, it is, but it’s for other things, too.”
“Like what?”
I thought for a second before answering. “Pleasure.”
“Pleasure?” She thought for a second. “Well, I guess it feels good when you don’t have to pee anymore. Is that what you mean?”
“No, that’s not it. You have to touch yourself, your trickle. Then you get this amazing feeling. Or someone else can do it to you; that’s even better.”
Wendy made a face. “Touch your trickle? Or someone else’s? Gross! Why would anyone DO that?” Her eyes narrowed. “I don’t believe you. You’re playing some kind of a joke, aren’t you?”
“No, I’m not! Listen, Wendy, I’m totally serious. It’s the absolute best feeling in the world.”
“Nuh-uh! You’re fibbing.”
“Uh-huh! I’m not lying to you, I swear! I discovered it about a year ago, and I’ve been doing it ever since.”
“You’re not trying to trick me into putting my fingers where I pee, and then you make fun of me? Cause that’s sure what it sounds like.”
“No, damn it! I’m trying to do you a big favor here, to show you how to have an orgasm.”
“Wait, wait – I’ve heard that word before. What’s an orgasm…? It’s a grownup thing, right?”
“It’s that amazing feeling I was telling you about. See, I didn’t know about orgasms until last year. I figure if you find out about them now, you can start having fun earlier than I did.” I shrugged.” But if you aren’t interested, never mind. Maybe you aren’t even old enough.”
That got her attention. She still seemed somewhat suspicious, but by then her curiosity was aroused. And nothing got Wendy’s ire up quicker than being told she wasn’t old enough to try something.
“Well… okay. What should I do?”
“Just touch your privates.”
“Um, will it hurt?”
“Does wiping yourself hurt?”
“No, I guess not.”
“Okay, then. Here, tell you what – I’ll give you a demonstration.” I tucked a hand between my legs and began to finger my clit. Talking about this with Wendy had me all worked up and needing to come. And I had to hurry, cause Mom would be knocking on the door soon, ordering us to get out before we used up all the hot water.
Wendy watched me for a moment, then reached down to lightly fondle her own slit, trying to copy what I was doing. After a minute or so, I asked, “Doesn’t that feel good?”
She just nodded, focused on rubbing herself.
“Touch near the top. That’s where it feels best.”
She fumbled about some, but didn’t locate her clit. “Where near the top?”
That’s what I was hoping she’d say! “Can I show you?” I said, my heart beginning to race.
Wendy nodded, and my hand joined hers. After a moment, she withdrew her fingers, letting me take over. I began to rub her clit. I could tell from her reaction that she was enjoying my touch. It wasn’t like my sister went into orbit, but now she knew I hadn’t been kidding about those good feelings. I felt her move to the rhythm of my fingers, her breath growing ragged.
“You like this?” I said, my lips brushing her ear.
She nodded, then gasped, “K-keep going!”
“Okay,” I said, “but you need to touch me the same way. It’s hard to do it to both of us at the same time.”
I half-expected her to refuse. Instead, Wendy reached out, found my pussy with her fingers and began to rub me. She was clumsy, but it felt lovely. After a moment, I guided her to my clit. “Right there, Wendy… oh, yeah, just like that.”
Her brow was furrowed as she concentrated on the task. “That little bump, right?”
“Yeah,” I sighed. Wow, my first ever time getting touched by someone else, and that certain someone was my six-year-old sister! Life certainly takes on some weird, wonderful routes, doesn’t it?
So Wendy and I stood beneath the warm water for the next couple of minutes, eagerly masturbating each other, getting more and more excited.
“Am I doing it right?” Wendy panted.
“Totally. Just keep rubbing my pussy like you’re doing it now.”
Her hand paused. “Pussy?”
“Yeah, that’s what older girls call it.”
“Oh… so that’s what it means,” she giggled.
That’s when I went over the edge. Oh my God, it was incredible, better than any orgasm I’d ever had. “Don’t s-stop, Wendy,” I blurted, “oh shit, don’t stop!”
The shower curtain was snatched back, unveiling what must’ve been one hell of a tableau: me with my fingers in my sister’s pussy and Wendy rubbing mine. My mother was standing there, her face frozen in shock. Unfortunately, it was too late for me to stop coming, so I had an orgasm right in front of Mom. Wendy was rooted to the spot, still touching my cunt until she noticed where her hand was and yanked it away.
“What are you two doing?” my mother cried. Then she said, “Never mind, I can see for myself. Get out, both of you. Dry yourselves off and come to Riley’s room.” With that, she walked out and shut the door behind, leaving two very shaken girls behind. We were terrified, and I was also upset that I hadn’t made Wendy come. I figured after this, I’d never get another chance.
When we entered my bedroom, Mom seemed calmer than she’d been moments earlier. Wendy and I were still naked, except for the bath towels wrapped around our bodies. Our mother was seated in my desk chair, turned to face the bed. “Have a seat,” she muttered, indicating the foot of the bed. We obeyed without a murmur
Looking at me, Mom spoke, “Where did you learn about that?”
“Um… touching?” I asked, more to stall for time than anything else.
“Yes. That kind of touching.”
“On the computer.” I’d considered lying, but couldn’t come up with anything believable.
“Where on the computer? Show me.”
I got up, and as I did, my towel slipped to the floor. I bent to pick it up when my mother said, “Don’t bother with that. I’ve seen you naked before.” She paused. “Like in the shower just now, having sex with your sister.”
I saw Wendy’s eyes widen as Mom’s words sank in. Yeah, we’d been having sex, but she hadn’t known that’s what it was.
“Don’t blame Wendy, Mom,” I said, forcing myself to meet her stern gaze. “It was my idea. She thought it was a, a game I was playing.”
My mother’s expression softened a bit, but her only response was to point at my PC. “Show me.”
Sitting naked at my computer, I logged on and went to Pornhub. There, I quickly and easily found a video of a girl masturbating. After bringing it up, I glanced at my mom, who wasn’t looking at me but at the screen, watching the girl give herself pleasure.
“You watch these movies?” she finally said.
I couldn’t very well say I didn’t. “Yes.”
“Then what?”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean, what do you do while you’re watching?”
I was stunned by the question, and puzzled why Mom wasn’t yelling her head off. Struggling for the right words, I finally gave up and I pointed at the movie that was playing, showing the girl as she masturbated herself to a wonderful orgasm. “Um… that.”
Mom turned to Wendy, who was entranced by the video. She’d never seen anything like it before, I’m sure. “What about you? Do you watch these, too?”
An astonished Wendy looked at our mom and said, “No. Not until now.” Then her gaze returned immediately to the video of the girl, who was now in the throes of a massive, self-induced orgasm.
Mom seemed as enthralled as Wendy did. That’s when it hit me. This was turning her on! My mother was getting excited, sitting in my bedroom with her naked daughters and watching porn.
When the video ended, Mom moved to the keyboard and called up the history of the websites I’d visited. A lot of them were links to lesbian videos. She clicked one at random, and two girls who looked to be barely eighteen were having sex, a redhead and a blonde.
I stood there, still naked, as the video played. I’d come once in the shower, but these videos were making me horny all over again. I glanced at Wendy, and she was touching herself again, her towel bunched around her butt where she sat. Her body was fully exposed now. I’m not sure my sister was even aware that she’d begun to masturbate.
Mom was clearly enjoying the video, too. Her eyes seemed sort of glazed over, which was something I recognized from the videos when the women got really horny. Her breathing was kind of erratic, too. I suspected that if Wendy and I weren’t there, she’d be taking off her clothes and masturbating.
“Mom?” I finally said.
Her head jerked around to me. She looked surprised that I was there, as if she’d lost herself completely watching two girls fuck.
“What, sweetheart?”
“Are we… are we grounded?”
She looked from me to Wendy, her eyes widening slightly when she registered what her six-year-old was doing. Wendy seemed to be in her own world as she watched the two girls. The blonde was kneeling over the redhead’s face, pressing her pussy to her lover’s mouth. Mom looked back at me, started to speak, and then glanced at Wendy again. Turning to me, she said, “What?”
“Are we grounded?”
“Umm… no. No, you’re not grounded.”
I was suddenly worried about my mother. This didn’t make sense. I found myself almost wishing we were getting grounded. I had to know why she’d decided not to.
“Why not?”
She looked at me, then back at Wendy before returning her gaze to me, but not before glancing at the movie once more.
She took a deep breath and said, “Girls, if I tell you something private, do you swear never to tell anyone else? Not ever?”
“Sure,” I said, wondering what in the world she had to say that had to be kept a secret forever.
“Uh-huh,” Wendy panted, still masturbating.
“I was surprised when I saw what you were doing in the bathroom with Wendy because… well… because I used to do those same things with my sister.”
Okay, that knocked me for a loop. “Aunt Lisa?” I gasped.
“Yes, sweetie. Your Aunt Lisa.”
“Whoa,” said Wendy, so startled by Mom’s revelation that she’d paused her hand. “Did you guys, um, do stuff like that?” She pointed at the screen with her free hand. By then, the blonde was stretched out between the redhead’s thighs, feasting on her cunt.
Mom nodded slowly. “Yes… yes, we did. Lisa and I did pretty much everything two girls could do in bed. We were lovers.”
Wendy gave me a look. I knew she was wondering if I was trying to do something like that with her. She didn’t look too upset about it, either.
Right then, though, I had Mom to contend with. “Then you’re, uh, not mad at us?”
“No. I’m just…”
She fell silent, unable to say more, so I prompted her.
“Just… what?”
She nodded toward the screen. “This brings back a lot of memories for me. Good memories. Lisa and I loved the things we shared, so… who am I to cheat you and Wendy from enjoying what we had? After all, it’s perfectly normal for girls to experiment, even if they are sisters.”
Mom fell silent as she and I watched Wendy, who was working herself toward her first orgasm. I wasn’t sure what was turning my sister on more – the video, or the revelation that Mom and our aunt had been lovers, just like the girls on the screen.
Mom took my hand; gave it a squeeze. “From now on, the two of you can play like that together, any time you like. I won’t even put a block on these websites.”
“Oohhh!” Wendy squealed, her body jerking as she came. “Oh… oh, Mom!” She rubbed her slit frantically for another minute or so, then let her breath out in one great whoosh, sinking into the bed. Her legs were parted, her glistening cunt on display. I longed to put my mouth on her, to taste my baby sister’s wetness.
“Well, I’ll give you girls some privacy,” Mom said. She stood up.
I didn’t want her to go. “Mom?”
“Yes?”
“You – you’re going to masturbate now, huh?”
She blushed. “Yes.”
“Are you going to tell Aunt Lisa about this?”
She smiled. “Yes, sweetie. In fact, I’m going to call her while I masturbate. Lisa and I still have phone sex every now and then. She’ll be incredibly turned on, you know.”
“She will?”
“Yes. Because she has sexual fantasies about you. Wendy, too.”
That was a piece of news. Aunt Lisa had sex thoughts about us? I could only stare, and my sister’s head popped right up, her mouth hanging open.
My head spun as I tried to process all of this. Then something else occurred to me, and I had to find out if my hunch was correct. So I just blurted out, “Um, Mom? Do you feel that way about us…?”
Wendy chimed in. “Yeah, do you, Mommy?” Her eyes were bright and eager, as if she loved the idea.
Mom paused, closing her eyes for a moment, then softly said, “Yes, girls. I have to admit that I do.” She paused. “Especially now.” Looking down at me, she said, “Why don’t you help your sister out, show her some things?” She peered at the computer screen, where the two girls were now engaged in a sixty-nine. “Maybe you could teach her that.”
Wendy and I stared at the video, then at each other, while Mom quietly slipped out of the room. A few minutes later, we could hear her on the phone with Aunt Lisa. Even though she left the door open, we couldn’t really make out their conversation, but hearing her moan louder as she got more and more excited made up for it. I have to admit, we enjoyed listening to Mom masturbate while Wendy and I had our own fun.
***
Q: So you took your mother’s advice and taught your sister to sixty-nine?
A: You bet I did! But we built up to that part first, with a lot of kissing and touching. I’m an old-fashioned girl that way, I guess.
W (Wendy): It was amazing, too. Fifteen minutes earlier, I didn’t even know girls ever put their mouths on each other like that… then there I was, going down on my sister while she licked me! I wasn’t sure how I’d feel about the taste of pussy… but I ended up liking it a lot. After that, I was a confirmed lesbian. To this day, I’ve never had sex with a man.
A: That isn’t the whole story, though. By the time Wendy and I had finished, Mom was standing naked in my bedroom doorway, watching us.
W: Know what I did then? Jumped up, ran over to Mom and grabbed her hand, then I led her over to the bed, where Riley was. I asked her if she would teach us more about sex with girls.
A: Mom was all flustered – but honestly, what did she expect? I mean, she’s the one who admitted to fantasizing about Wendy and me… then we catch her standing there stark naked, watching us fuck? I mean, get real! (laughs) Anyhow, Mom tried to say no, it wasn’t a good idea… but she didn’t reckon with Wendy. My little sister can be pret-ty stubborn about getting what she wants!
W: Yep, I’m irresistible. Once I sat Mom down and started licking her pussy, it was ‘Game Over’.
A: The three of us were fucking on a regular basis after that. A couple of weeks later, Aunt Lisa joined in, which was totally awesome. And a few years after that, we brought Lacey into the fold. (She tousles her youngest sister’s hair.) When she turned four, Mom said it was time for her to learn ‘the ways of pleasure’.
Q: (Turning to Lacey) What was that like?
L (Lacey): You know, I was so young I can’t remember very well, except that it was my best birthday ever. I love my mom and my sisters soooo much!
A: Aww… we love you too, baby girl.
L: Well, in that case…
***
At that point, Lacey stood and began taking off her clothes. Wendy and Riley exchanged smiles, then did the same. Stepping out of panties, Riley smiled at me and said, “You can watch, or join in.”
Needless to say, I didn’t choose to watch.
“Let’s go into my bedroom. It’s more comfortable,” I said when we were all naked.
As we padded down the hallway, Riley said, “Do you have sex with all the women you interview for your dissertation? Bet I would!”
“What do you think?” I asked. She flashed me a wicked grin.
Wendy spoke up. “I would, too.”
“And me!” Lacey added. Clambering onto the bed, she spread her legs. “Who wants to lick my pussy?”
“I do!” Wendy said.
She climbed on the bed to join her little sister, but Riley stopped her. “I think Suzanne should get the first turn with each of us. Then we can have a free-for-all.”
As you might guess, I was fully on board with that idea.
Lacey was spread out and ready, so I knelt between her parted legs. My heart was beating like thunder as I gazed adoringly at the twelve-year-old’s pussy. She had thin wisps of red pubic hair framing her slit, with a tiny tuft of it at the top. Her pubes were fairly sparse, leading me to believe she hadn’t started growing them until fairly recently. Her inner labia were narrow, barely concealing the nub of her clit.
I was amazed at how juicy this girl was for her age, her sex glistening with wetness. Clearly, all our talk about her family’s lesbian experiences had got her primed and ready for sex.
I eased the tip of a finger into Lacey’s vagina, gathering some of the thick cream and smearing it all over her vulva. She squirmed and panted before whimpering, “Please, eat me…”
Drawing closer, I pressed my mouth to the preteen’s pussy, then penetrated her with my tongue. She sank back into the pillow with a satisfied moan, but I roused her soon enough when I got down to some serious licking.
I figured at her age, it might take a while for Lacey to come, and I honestly doubted she could have multiple orgasms. How wrong I was. I’d neglected to take the girl’s years of experience into account. In just a couple of minutes, Lacey was coming, and coming hard. She moaned ecstatically through her orgasm as I gorged on the liquid sugar that flowed from her cunt.
I began to raise my head, expecting either Wendy or Riley to take her sister’s place, but Lacey reached out with both hands to seize my ears. I was startled, but at least it wasn’t a painful grip, just firm enough to keep me right where I was.
She began grinding her cunt into my face, thrusting her hips. I got the idea right away, and started using my mouth and tongue to pleasure the girl as best I could until Lacey exploded into another orgasm, followed less than a minute later by a third climax. The twelve-year-old was howling like a banshee as she rocked against my mouth. My nose was chafed a bit by that tuft of red hair at the top of her mons, but it was worth it just for the experience. I’d never made a lover come with such intensity.
Lacey finally let me go, and I sat back, winded and dazed. Observing my expression, a grinning Riley said, “Sorry about that; I really should’ve warned you. My baby sister is an orgasm machine. I’ve seen her come fifteen times in a row, just using her fingers.”
“She rested for a minute, then came another ten times!” Wendy added, giggling.
“Oh, shut up, both of you. It wasn’t that many,” Lacey protested. “And I asked you to stop calling me ‘baby sister’, Riley.”
“Sorry, sorry. I keep forgetting,” Riley said, giving me a wink her younger sibling couldn’t see.
I wasn’t exactly listening… more staring in disbelief to see Lacey working her pussy with both hands as she sparred with Riley. Less than sixty seconds later, she came again. That seemed to satisfy her for the moment, so she closed her eyes and relaxed.
“My turn,” Wendy said, forcing Lacey to scoot over to one side.
“Are you the same way?” I asked her, gesturing at Lacey.
Wendy grinned at me and said, “Well, I won’t grab you by the ears… but I do expect to have several orgasms. Oh, and Riley will want at least three, too.”
I glanced over at Riley, who was now positioning herself to give oral to her youngest sister, so I figured Lacey wasn’t finished after all. I shook my head in awe of this family’s boundless sex drive.
Before she began to lick Lacey, Riley said, “And when you’re done with us, we’ll pitch in and give you as many orgasms as you can stand.” With a wink, she added, “Maybe more.”
So I went down on Wendy, marveling at the amount of pussy juices she was producing. Not only were these girls total sex fiends, they were also veritable fountains of cunt honey… a scenario to make my mouth water. Back in my undergraduate days, I sometimes attended lesbian orgies where I would joyfully service every woman there with my mouth as many times as they liked, eating pussy until I could barely move my jaw. Now, it appeared that I would slake my thirst for cunt with a mere trio of lovers. How lucky could a girl be?
I paused to inhale deeply, taking in the thick, musky aroma, allowing it to tickle my nose before I returned to licking her. The scent had promised a delicious flavor, and her pussy was as advertised.
I could hear Riley bringing Lacey to yet another orgasm. Her seventh? Eighth? I’d lost count. Besides, I was focused more on Wendy, who was moaning right along with her little sister. Pressing my mouth against her slit, I allowed my tongue to trace it up and down, A few licks later, I thrust into Wendy’s vagina and tongue-fucked her until I was out of breath. I raised my head, placed two fingers against her opening, then penetrated her, plunging in and out until she was very close to coming.
For my grande finale, I curled my fingers upwards toward her pubic bone, seeking Wendy’s g-spot. I’m not positive I found that magic place, but she was bucking and moaning as if the world’s biggest orgasm was lurking just around the corner. And it really must have been, because Wendy went off like a bomb just a few seconds later. She thrashed about like a fish on a line, but I did my best to stay with her for the entire crazy ride, flicking her clit with my tongue until she was coming again.
After her third orgasm, I simply had to take a breather. While I did, Wendy got to her knees and more or less pounced on Lacey, while Riley spread herself out before me, awaiting her turn. As I lowered my mouth to her cunt, Lacey and Wendy shifted into a sixty-nine. Going down on Riley, I was serenaded by the frantic lovemaking of the younger girls.
I’d never seen anything like it. These three were the wildest lovers I’d ever had, including older lesbians with many more years of experience to draw on. I was beginning to wonder if I had the stamina to keep up with them. Could too much sex prove to be fatal? I asked myself, realizing I just might have the chance to find out first hand.
Riley’s mons was shaved, so she was as smooth there as a child… and she was visibly aroused, her cunt dripping with the nectar that I craved. I licked it up and let the taste overwhelm me, her essence flowing down my throat like warm honey. A feast for the gods.
Using both thumbs, I spread Riley’s labia until the small pearl of her clit popped up from her folds. Leaning in, I flicked my tongue across the firm button of flesh that peeked out so enticingly, getting an immediate response from Riley. She cried, “Oh, fuck, yes!” Her hips jerked and bucked, and she launched into her first orgasm of the day… the first that I was aware of, anyhow.
I decided to put my fingers into her cunt while I ate her, just as I’d done with Wendy. Once I entered up to the third knuckle, Riley exploded in a second climax. I didn’t withdraw, figuring that I’d see just how many orgasms this sexy bitch could take. Pushing her knees up to her chest, I dipped my tongue between Riley’s buttocks and began to pleasure her anus, still driving my fingers in and out of her sodden cunt.
I felt something brush my hand, and looked up to see Riley rubbing her clit while I had my way with her holes. She soon came for a third time. Saying goodbye to her rosebud with a tender kiss, I rolled onto my back, exhausted from the effort involved in bringing three insatiable lesbians to multiple orgasms.
Lying there in a daze, I heard Wendy and Lacey moaning through mutual climaxes. Nice work if you can get it, I thought. My cunt was throbbing with the need for release, but right then, it felt good to relax.
That’s when I heard Riley speak up. “Okay, girls, it’s payback time. Let’s fuck Suzanne until she begs us to stop!”
With that, the three sisters more or less threw themselves on me, all shrieking with laughter.
Lacey was at my breasts, licking, sucking, and nibbling them. Then she found my mouth with hers, and we exchanged heated kisses while she felt me up. She kept shifting from kissing me to burying her face in my tits, as if unable to decide which she enjoyed more.
Riley and Wendy slipped a pillow beneath my hips, propping me up far enough that they had full access to my nether regions. Wendy started with my butthole while Riley lavished attention on my pussy, and they both took turns putting fingers into my vagina. I was so wet that it almost embarrassed me to hear the sounds of squishing and squelching that my cunt made when they fucked me. Wendy and Riley also took turns fingering my rectum, and when they penetrated me in both holes at the same time, it made me come so hard that I passed out.
I was quick to awaken, though, and regained consciousness to find my lovers had swapped places. Now I was getting rimmed by Riley while Lacey went down on me, and Wendy rained kisses on my breasts. I soon exploded again.
After I came twice while these beautiful sisters gave me immense pleasure, everyone moved, and Lacey and Riley were at my pussy and butthole while Wendy worked on my tits. I came a third time, and the girls switched again, with Riley now at my boobs and kissing me while her younger siblings worked me down below. And so it went.
After my fifth orgasm, I’d been pushed to the limit. “Enough! Enough!” I gasped as my last orgasm peaked. Thankfully, they listened to me. I half-expected Riley and her sisters to keep going until I burst into tears.
We lay together in a heated tangle. I struggled to catch my breath, my body glazed in sweat, working to dredge up the strength to get to my feet. Eventually, we four managed to accomplish that much, and the girls began to get dressed. I didn’t bother.
“I wish we could stay the night,” Lacey said.
“I don’t know that I’d still be alive in the morning if you did,” I replied with a weary laugh. “I think my heart might give out. You three have the most intense sexual appetites I’ve ever encountered.”
“We come by it naturally,” Riley said. “Our mother still has at least two orgasms every day.”
That intrigued me. “Was she like that before you and Wendy first had sex with her?”
“Oh, yes – though of course, we didn’t know it at the time. She’s confessed quite a lot of personal stuff to us since then.”
“Like?” I asked, curious.
“Let’s just say she’s had sex with nearly every woman and girl in her family, starting when she was seven. So my sisters and I are part of a long-standing tradition. Mom’s been with a few of the men, too, though she’s mostly queer, like us. I think she’s just really, really into incest.”
“Sounds like a woman I should interview,” I said, absently cupping a breast.
Riley pursed her lips, considering it. “Maybe, but I don’t know. Mom’s very private about her sex life.”
“I understand,” I said. “Anyway, thank you all for coming over and answering my questions. And the rest of it, of course. I don’t think I’ll have any sensation in my cunt for at least a week.”
“Thanks, Suzanne, for letting us share your bed,” Riley said. “Any time you want a repeat performance, just give me a call. You almost kept up with us. Not many women can do that.”
As I kissed them all goodbye I felt sorry for my neighbor Hannah, because she’d missed out on one hell of an amazing afternoon. I decided to tell her Riley and her sisters had cancelled our interview; otherwise, I’d never hear the end of it. Then again, she was visiting her sister, one with an eleven-year-old daughter who had already engaged in some sex play with Hannah and her own mother. I’d have to look into whether the three of them might be interested in sitting for an interview.
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Conclusion
After interviewing women who have been enjoying sex from a very young age, as well as considering my own propensity to pursue sexual activity wherever and whenever I could from an early age, I have come to conclusions that will be less than eagerly received in the scientific community.
Shame, it appears, is more the product of society and its strictures than any sense of inner guilt. When children are in a situation in which they are not made to feel shame or guilt over what is essentially a natural act, they have a far healthier attitude about sex and sexuality in general. It is the admonitions of the church, society and moralistic adults that cause the child to feel ashamed for what should be thought of as natural curiosity
If, however, the child is taught that such acts are normal and often healthy (especially when accompanied by sound advice on practicing safe sex), they find the act of arousal and fulfillment to be pleasurable and relaxing, much as adults do. Masturbation is seen as the beneficial practice that it is. Sexual involvement with others is no longer assumed to be harmful.
(It should be noted that this does NOT apply to times when children are made or manipulated into having sex against their will. In these cases, the psychological results are quite different. Shame, embarrassment, self-loathing, and attempts to cause self-harm can be a common result in such cases.)
While these interviews, for the most part, only covered lesbian sex, my conclusion was that heterosexual activity seemed to achieve the same results. If the child is a willing participant, no shame or guilt was experienced unless their sexual activity was found out by an adult who admonished them for it. If, however, the sex was forced or abusive, no such beneficial feelings resulted. This was true in every case, regardless of the child’s gender.
NOTE: Two interviews in which the outcome was not beneficial for the child are not part of this report, but are included in the final dissertation.
The End