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The Joy of Lake Tahoe, Chapter 4

  • Posted on October 10, 2015 at 2:08 pm

By Naughty Mommy

“Fuck, yes.”

When Fucker said those words, I heard Kate murmur, “Oh my god.”

I glanced at my sister. Her eyes were wide. She looked very young then, even innocent, although I knew that in real life she was anything but innocent.

“Kate,” I instructed, “take off Fucker’s shirt.”

“Um, okay.”

She stepped forward and began pulling up the girl’s oversize shirt. Fucker raised her slender arms over her head and Kate lifted the garment off, then dropped it to the floor. I gazed at Fucker’s tiny boobs for a moment, admiring them, thinking how nice it would be to kiss and lick and suck them. I felt my pussy tingle and squeezed my legs together.

“Now her skirt,” I said to Kate. “Take it off.”

She did, unzipping the little red skater skirt and pulling it down. Fucker stepped out of it. Now she and I were both naked.

“You take off your clothes too,” I nodded to my sister. She quickly complied.

It was interesting how Fucker wasn’t saying anything at all then, simply letting us do what we wanted. I got the clear impression, though, that she was perfectly fine with what was happening and that if she wanted something different, she would tell us.

When Kate was ready, I beckoned her to us. We stood together, three nude young girls, 13, 12, and 11, barely entering puberty but eager for lesbian sex. It wasn’t quite like something out of a David Hamilton pictorial, however, because Fucker still had chocolate all over her face and hands.

I grinned at my sister, raising my eyebrows. “You want to help me clean her up a bit, using only our tongues?”

“Awesome,” Kate giggled.

So we set to work, licking Fucker’s chin, her cheeks, and her lips, our breath coming faster, our bodies heating up as we pressed close to one another. When her face was mostly clean, we each lifted one of her small hands to our mouths, licking and sucking her fingers.

Even though what we were doing wasn’t overtly a sexual act, it was nevertheless extremely intimate and erotic. My pussy was drenched.

After we finished cleaning Fucker, I took her face in my hands, gazing into her lovely blue eyes, seeing beauty, desire, and willingness there. I softly kissed her lips. She was trembling with arousal, and so was I. It was time.

We lay on the bed, Kate and I on either side of the little blonde, who was on her back. For the next several minutes we did nothing but kiss, sharing back and forth, two girls pressing their mouths together while the other girl watched, sometimes all three of us kissing at once.

There was no hurry. We all wanted more, and soon we would have more, but for the moment kissing was everything, and it was wonderful.

Gradually, inevitably, our hands began to stray. I felt fingers on my breasts, squeezing the nipples. My breath caught. My clit throbbed.

Slowly I slid my mouth beneath Fucker’s chin, kissing and nibbling her throat. My hand found a little tit, fondling the nipple, feeling it stiffen and grow. I eased down on the bed until my mouth was at her breast. I placed my tongue at the tip, flicking, teasing. I heard her gasp.

I licked the nipple, once, twice, then sucked it into my mouth. Fucker gasped again and groaned, her body shivering with pleasure. Glancing to the side as I tongued her nipple, I saw that Fucker had a hand between Kate’s legs. She was playing with my sister’s pussy.

Feeling emboldened, I let my own hand slither down across Fucker’s belly to her mound. I caressed her there for a moment, stroking the silky soft patch of barely-there pubic hair. Then I ventured lower, onto her smooth labia. They felt swollen and hot and — and yes, slippery too. She was definitely getting very juicy.

I wanted to taste this girl. I had to. I left the breast after giving the taut nipple one more lick, and slid further down until I was between her thighs.

My mouth was watering, my pulse racing. I gazed at Fucker’s wet pink pussy, licking my lips.

And then I waited. I forced myself to pause for a few seconds and do that thing, what my mother calls the joy of looking. It always makes it better for me when, instead of rushing ahead, I take the time to really see where I am and what I’m doing, then lock the memory in my mind forever so I will always be able to recall the moment, exactly how it looked and how it felt.

Then I was ready. I brought my lips to her lips and I kissed her. She tasted wonderful. I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply, taking her scent into myself. I nuzzled her, my nose slipping between her pussy lips, nudging up toward her clit, my mouth seeking and finding her little vagina. I was eating Fucker, eating this 12-year-old girl, and oh my god, it was utterly perfect.

Before long, my face was coated with her juices. She came quickly and wetly. When her first orgasm was over, I raised my head briefly. I wasn’t finished with her yet, I still wanted more, but I thought it would be nice to see her face, her smile.

Except her face wasn’t really visible… because Kate was sitting on it! I could see Fucker’s chin and I caught glimpses of her tongue, lapping at my sister’s slit, but that was all. Her hands were on Kate’s bottom, holding her, squeezing the tight cheeks. Kate was moving fast, fucking Fucker’s face. I could hear little squeals and I knew she was almost ready to come.

I smiled and went back to eating the girl some more. This time, I concentrated on her clit, licking the stiff bud, kissing and nibbling with my lips. I pressed a finger up inside her cunt. It wouldn’t go in far, though. She was very tight and I didn’t want to force it.

Soon I brought her a second time. By then, Kate had already climaxed on top of her, in Fucker’s mouth. When I looked up again, they were kissing. Kate was kneeling beside Fucker, holding her face in her hands, kissing and licking the girl’s lips, tasting her own juices.

I watched them for a moment, then pushed myself up, getting to my knees. I straddled Fucker’s thigh, lifting her other leg, sliding forward until our pussies met. She opened her eyes, smiling at me.

“Have you ever done this before?” I asked her.

“Uh-huh,” Fucker nodded. “I like it.”

Kate grinned and leaned back against the headboard, rubbing herself.

I started to move, fucking this cute, sexy young blonde, tribbing with her, scissoring our cunts together. I was already extremely aroused and so was she, so it didn’t really take much, not many strokes at all, until I was quickly getting close, right on the edge of an orgasm.

It seemed like Fucker might be there too — although she’s one of those girls who can get to a place where she’s coming almost constantly without stopping — so I wasn’t really sure if she was on the brink of a climax now, or in the middle of one.

But it didn’t really matter. Wherever Fucker might be, I couldn’t hold back any longer. I closed my eyes, clenched my teeth, fucked her faster and faster — then exploded on top of her.

This was a big one. Every orgasm is fabulous, of course, but sometimes they can be so overwhelmingly powerful that it’s like the whole world vanishes and time has no meaning … it’s just me and my pussy and that heavenly feeling, that’s all there is or ever will be.

Years later, when I finally came down from that incredible high, I found myself squeezing Fucker’s upraised leg, my arms wrapped tightly around it, our sodden pussies still pressed firmly together.

“Goddamn… that was…” I let out a long sigh, shaking my head.

“That was fucking awesome,” Fucker said. “You made me come so fucking hard.”

I grinned at her. “Good. I came really hard too.”

“I know,” she smiled.

“Me too,” Kate added, holding up a wet finger that just just been deep inside her. She giggled, then sucked the finger into her mouth.

Fucker was still smiling at me, our eyes locked together. She ran her tongue around her lips. I suddenly realized that I was still clutching her leg, so I gently released it, setting it down on the bed.

As I started to climb off, Fucker began, “So, when you think you’re ready for more…” Instead of completing the sentence, she crooked her finger, meaning she wanted my pussy on her face.

I nodded, smiling, and crawled up toward her. I was definitely ready for more. Kate saw her opportunity too, scampering down between Fucker’s legs, ready to lick her.

* * * * *

For the next hour and a half or so, we fucked and ate and sucked and licked and kissed and tribbed and fingered and came — oh my god, did we come, over and over and over again.

But, alas, all good things must end. Not long after we finished a three-way daisy chain, enjoying simultaneous screaming orgasms, my cell phone rang.

“Crap!” I said, scrambling to find the phone in the pile of clothes on the floor.

It was Aunt Barbara, of course. She told me they should be done with their meetings in no more than a half hour. I said that sounded good.

“So, what have you kids been up to this afternoon? Anything fun?”

“Uhh… yeah. We’ve actually been having a lot of fun, doing some… taste tests, sort of.”

“Taste tests?”

I glanced over at the other girls. They were red in the face and giggling almost uncontrollably.

“Well, um, you know I said we ordered a lot of food for lunch? A lot of different stuff?”

“Yes?”

“So, we tried all the different things, tasting them. And then we just kept tasting and trying stuff and it was all so good, we — we just got really excited.”

“Oh. Uh, well, all right.” Our aunt sounded a bit confused. “That’s… good, I suppose. Anyway, I’m glad you’re having fun. Are you still up in the suite?”

“Uh-huh. I mean, yes, ma’am.”

“All right. So, why don’t the two of you meet me in the lobby in, say, 30 minutes, and then maybe we’ll go for a drive around the lake before dinner.”

“Oh, okay, sure. That sounds good.”

After I put down the phone, Fucker tried her best to stop laughing, then finally managed to say, “That was totally fucking cool, Julie. But, um, shit, what time is it?”

“It’s a quarter to 4:00.”

“Shit,” she cursed, “I have to go meet my moms. Their seminar is supposed to be done at 4:00. I wish I could stay longer…”

“Are you going home today?” I asked.

“Yeah,” she nodded, looking sad. “We’re not staying over or anything.”

“That’s a drag.”

“I know, but” — she bounced suddenly to her feet, beaming — “it was totally fucking awesome meeting you guys!”

We got dressed and hurriedly remade the bed. I called room service, telling them they could pick up our dishes and stuff, then we took the elevator down to the lobby.

Fucker’s moms were waiting for her there. She introduced us to them. Before they left for their long drive home, we traded phone numbers and email addresses. Fucker hugged both Kate and me super tight, squeezing us until we had almost no breath left, and then we said goodbye.

What a great girl she was. I really hope we’ll stay in touch.

After they were gone, Kate turned to me and said, “Now can we go down to the lake?”

I looked at my phone and shook my head. “No, sorry, Aunt Barbara’s supposed to meet us here any time.”

My sister grabbed my shirt, bunching it up in her fist like a tough guy in an old movie. “Listen,” she growled, “tomorrow, we’re gonna go down and check out that lake, no matter what. You got me?”

“Yes, yes!” I laughed. “I got you! We will! I promise!”

“Okay, then.” She let go of my shirt, still glaring.

As predicted, our aunt showed up a minute later. She greeted us with hugs, then took us on an absolutely gorgeous drive all the way around Lake Tahoe. The sun went down as we neared the end, and we stopped for a really nice dinner at a restaurant overlooking the water. It was an almost perfect end to a memorable day. If only Fucker had been there.

We got back to the hotel around 8:30, watched TV for a while and just generally chatted about things, then Kate and I went to bed at 10:00, as we’d done the night before. Again, of course, we weren’t necessarily planning to go to sleep right away. Both of us were looking forward to recounting all the wonderful sexy adventures we’d had that day.

However, about 15 minutes after we got in bed and turned out the light, we heard something. It was a faint sound, but quite unmistakable to us. By then, we had seen enough pornography — and had enough sex — to recognize the moans and sighs we were hearing.

We looked at each other for a moment, came to a mutual decision, and got out of bed. Silently we opened the door and crept out of the room. The sounds we’d heard were coming from Aunt Barbara’s bedroom. We snuck close to her door on tiptoes, my sister and I both nude.

The door was ajar. Why, I don’t know, but it was. The gap was sufficient for us to peek in and see what was going on.

Our aunt was watching lesbian porn. She was sitting naked on the end of her bed, staring at a big plasma screen mounted on the wall — where a pair of very young-looking girls were having hot sex. At the moment, they were tribbing. Aunt Barbara was masturbating as she watched them.

But she was wasn’t only watching and masturbating, she was talking too. We could hear her saying, “That’s right, fuck that girl, fuck that little girl, fuck her with your pussy!” And although her back was partly to us, we could easily tell that she was fucking her own pussy with her fingers.

Kate and I looked at one another, eyes wide. I really wanted to stay longer and see what would happen, and I’m sure Kate did too, but on the other hand, we certainly didn’t want to get caught spying on our aunt.

I nudged my sister and tipped my head toward our bedroom. She nodded. We tiptoed back.

“Oh man! Did you see?” Kate exclaimed, as soon as the door was closed. “Did you see that?”

Of course I had seen, but I knew that wasn’t what she meant. “I know,” I replied, “that’s pretty amazing.”

“What do you think? Is she a lesbian, like us?”

“Maybe. I mean, it seems like she might be. But maybe not. Mommy told me one time that a lot of women, even straight women, like to look at lesbians when they, you know, when they’re masturbating. Men do too, of course.”

“Ewww…”

“I know,” I giggled. “Come on, let’s get back in bed.”

Now we really had a lot to discuss  — not only going over all the exciting things we’d done with Fucker that day, but also talking about our Aunt Barbara. I’d always thought she was really attractive, and it turned out Kate felt the same way.

My sister and I played with ourselves as we talked about everything, and we both enjoyed a couple of nice climaxes. We didn’t really make love that night, though, because our heads were just too full of things to mull over. And anyway, we’d had so many incredible orgasms that day with Fucker that we were pretty much worn out.

Finally, we were ready to fall asleep. As we lay on our backs, holding hands, our knitted fingers sticky with pussy juice, Kate and I shared a few more soft kisses, said we loved each other, then drifted off.

The End

Note to Readers: This story continues as Chapter 103 in The Joy of Looking.