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The Secret Society of the Pussycats Club, Chapter 23

  • Posted on February 7, 2016 at 2:32 pm

By Cheryl Taggert

If you need help keeping up with the characters, you may go here.

When Donna pulled into her driveway, she noticed Becca’s car. She knew the young girl would be staying with her daughter, or rather daughters, for the remainder of the week until Saturday, but seeing her car there caused a wave of excitement to wash over her. The ripple seemed to emanate from her skin and rumble toward her crotch, where it was absorbed there, causing her clit to stiffen slightly. She was so turned on by the thought of what would be happening over the next few days with Becca and her daughters that she could feel the cream seeping from her inner softness.

Getting out of the car, she walked briskly to the front door and, taking a deep breath, entered the house. She heard the girls in the kitchen and could smell the aroma of spaghetti sauce simmering on the stove. Her tummy grumbled, reminding her she’d eaten only a small salad for lunch.

When she stepped into the kitchen, however, she got a wonderful surprise. All three girls were naked, except that Carolyn wore an apron that said “Kiss the Cook” on it. The twin globes of her ass cheeks were framed on three sides by the hemmed edges of the apron and the apron strings that were tied in a bow at her trim waist.

As her gaze wandered over the lovely girls, her vision settled on Becca. She had never seen the seventeen year old naked, and to say the girl was as lovely as Donna figured she’d be was an understatement akin to saying that the sun’s surface was a bit warm. The girls were busy with preparations and hadn’t noticed Donna yet, so she had a moment to take in the sheer beauty that surrounded her. Her mouth had begun to water because of the delicious smells in the room, but she could feel her mouth water even more at the thought that she would be licking all of these pussies that evening.

The quickness with which she’d become what she could only describe as a pussy slut came over her for what must have been the hundredth time in the past few days. She was shocked at how fast she had transitioned from what might be called an “average” mother to one who lusted after her daughters — and their friends. Her heartbeat grew more rapid, her breath became more ragged, and her pussy became wetter — all in a matter of seconds.

The idea she was a pedophile only added to her excitement because she knew the young girls she wanted were standing naked in her kitchen, looking forward to the fun they would have. She certainly didn’t have to worry about forcing anyone to do anything to satisfy her needs.

Candace saw her mother first, and her face broke into a grin. “Hi, Mommy!” She stopped buttering the loaf of French bread and ran into her mother’s arms.

Donna looked down at the lovely ten year old and was surprised when Candace kissed her, but not in what most people would think was an appropriate way. Donna still wasn’t used to the new relationship she had with her daughters, despite her longings and the acceptance of who and what she was, and things like full kisses on the lips accompanied by an exploring tongue still took her by surprise at times.

“We’re glad you’re home!” Candace said, still grinning. “We made spaghetti!”

“So I see,” Donna said, still relishing the taste of her daughter’s lips and tongue.

“Hey, Mom,” Carolyn said with a smile as she added the pasta to the boiling water.

“Hi, Ms. Shea!” Becca said, blushing. “Would you like a glass of wine?”

“Yes, please,” Donna replied.

“Here, let me help you with this,” Candace said and went behind her mother to unzip her dress.

“Uh,” Donna said, not sure if she wanted to have her younger daughter strip her in front of Becca, but by the time she was able to say anything, her dress was in a puddle at her feet and Candace was pulling the straps of her slip off her shoulders and allowing it to join the dress.

Now, Donna stood there in bra, panties, pantyhose, and shoes. She could feel Becca’s eyes on her revealed flesh, and she blushed. When Candace unhooked her bra, Donna found her voice. Clasping the loosened bra to her, she said, “Wait a second, baby. Let me just get used to this for a second, okay?”

“Used to what?” Candace asked, unaware her mom might be embarrassed at the situation.

“Candace,” said Becca, understanding completely, “your mom’s never been naked in front of me before. I’m sure it’s something she needs to, you know, take her time with.”

Donna looked at Becca with appreciation, suddenly aware of how much courage it had taken for Becca to be nude when her friends’ mother had entered the room. Even though they had been planning this little orgy for days, being naked like this was quite daring.

Finished with preparing the salad, Becca strolled across the room, handed Donna a chilled glass of Sauvignon Blanc, and took Donna’s hand, leading her into the formal living room where they could be alone for a moment. Candace tried to follow, but Carolyn stopped her.

“Candace, why don’t you finish the bread before joining them, okay?” she said. Her sister gave her a look of disappointment before accepting that dinner had to come first…before she could come.

Becca sat on the loveseat, feeling as if their roles had been reversed and she was the lady of the house, and Donna the young visitor. Donna sat beside her, placing the wineglass on the end table, allowing Becca to say whatever she had to say before responding.

“I really hope you really are…um…well, okay with this,” she stammered.

Okay with it?!” Donna said. “I can’t wait for the fun to start!”

Becca smiled with relief. Despite everything that had been planned and that she’d been told it was okay, she still needed to hear it directly from Donna. She pulled the adult into a hug, wrapping her arms around her neck. She could feel the loose garment of Donna’s bra nearly dangling between them. “Do you mind?” she asked, gripping the straps gently.

Now or never went through Donna’s mind before she said, “Please do.”

Becca removed the bra and sat back to gaze at the older woman’s breasts. They were capped with quarter-sized pink areola and a tiny nub of flesh that poked out from the center. As she looked at the nipples, they puckered with growing excitement as if wanting to show themselves off. She looked into Donna’s eyes, the desire evident on her face. Donna nodded, almost imperceptibly, and Becca moved down to suck, nibble, and lick the offered flesh.

Donna gasped at the contact and sat back to enjoy the teenager’s attention.

While she enjoyed the woman’s nipples, Becca moved her hand down Donna’s tummy to the waistline of her pantyhose, and pushed beneath the tight material to touch the warm pussy through her panties.

The hand and arm were a tight fit, so Donna reached down to push the hosiery down to mid-thigh to allow the girl easier access. Already Becca’s touch had sent small spasms coursing through her body, this time starting at her pussy and working out.

Becca stopped what she was doing long enough to push the pantyhose down and off, taking Donna’s shoes with the garment. Once that was accomplished, Becca stood and moved to where she could position her pussy on Donna’s thigh and still be able to make love to the woman’s gorgeous breasts. As she kissed, licked, sucked, and nibbled the tender flesh, she ground her bare pubic mound against Donna’s leg.

While humping Becca’s leg, Donna managed to let her know she wanted a kiss by putting both hands under the teen’s arms and pulling up.

Now the two were grinding away at the other’s leg, doing whatever they could to increase the contact. Each felt a jolt of sexual energy every time her clit came in contact with her partner’s thigh. Becca had been waiting all day for this and could feel the orgasm surging from deep within her. Donna, however, was surprised at how quickly she was going to climax. She hadn’t realized she was that close, but the intimacy had driven her desire — her need — to new heights.

The two came simultaneously, as if their bodies were in perfect synchronization, tuned ideally to the rhythms of the other.

Their moans brought the sisters in from the kitchen. They watched in grinning fascination as their mother and best friend brought themselves to crashing orgasms while never letting up on the kiss that lasted throughout the peak of their pleasure.

Carolyn glanced down at Candace as she noticed movement. Her little sister was masturbating openly as she watched the pair on the loveseat.

When Becca and Donna managed to look at the doorway, they giggled and hid their faces in each other’s necks. Finally, they managed to get to their feet, turning just in time to see Candace bring herself to an orgasm. Carolyn watched her sister get herself off, smiling down at the lovely preteen.

Donna reached for the warming glass of wine on the table beside the loveseat. “I guess I didn’t need this to loosen me up, after all,” she chuckled.

Becca reached out and in a swift motion, pulled Donna’s panties down to her knees where the woman allowed them to fall to the carpeted floor. All three girls wanted to lick the exposed pussy, but the timer going off in the kitchen reminded them there was a good supper to be had.

Carolyn’s face took on a look of shock. “The pasta!” Hurrying to the kitchen, she was happy to find she had not left it boiling without being stirred for too long, which would have resulted in thick ropes of spaghetti. The timer for the bread sounded, and she called loudly, “It’s soup!” to indicate dinner was ready.

Turning, she realized everyone had followed her. They were standing within three feet of her and had been startled by the sudden shout. They all burst into laughter before serving themselves.

After dinner, they adjourned to the den, where the TV was. The girls all grinned at each other, knowing Donna was in for quite a surprise when they turned on the very illegal DVD. The first one was inserted in the player, waiting for them to start the show.

“Before we do this,” Carolyn said, “we have to talk to Mom about Friday.”

The other girls nodded as Donna asked, “What about Friday?”

“Well, you see, we…um…we have some plans we think you might like,” said Carolyn.

“Yeah, plans,” added Candace.

“Shush, Candace. Let me and Becca handle this,” Carolyn said, drawing a look of annoyance from Candace that Carolyn ignored, knowing everything would be fine with her little sister once Mom said yes and the movie started.

Donna felt unsure as she glanced from Carolyn to Candace and back. This was obviously something that she might not like, based on Carolyn’s response to Candace. “Handle…what, exactly?” she asked, looking and sounding suspicious.

Carolyn began, “Well, you know we have this big house and all. And we have the pool and privacy fence. And this big den with the TV and games and stuff…”

“Yeeesss?” Donna said, waiting for the other shoe to drop.

“And it’s like, the perfect house for a party,” Carolyn continued.

“Oh, no!” said Donna. “We’re not having a party the night before your dad gets home.”

“Why not?” asked Candace, despite the warning to stay out of it from Carolyn.

“Too much crap to clean up before he gets here,” Donna said.

“We’ll all help!” Carolyn said.

“No!” Donna said.

The girls looked crestfallen. Carolyn looked at Becca and said, “I guess you better tell everyone it’s off.”

“You mean you already invited people?” Donna asked.

“Well, we never imagined you wouldn’t want to have this party. I mean, Mom, it’s not just an average party. It’s… well… it’s an orgy.”

“An orgy?! You invited MEN?!” Donna was beside herself.

“No, Mom. Not THAT kind of orgy. A… um… an all-girl orgy.”

“Yeah,” Candace said. “A pussy party!”

Donna looked at Becca and asked, “Just how many did you invite?”

For a moment, Donna sounded to Becca as if she might give in since people had been invited. “Fourteen, including us,” said Becca. “No, wait, really sixteen,” she said, deciding to include Lynn and Lori.

“You’ve invited…” she paused, doing the simple subtraction of the four of them, “twelve women to an orgy with us?!”

“Not just women, Mom,” Carolyn said. “Girls too.”

“Girls?”

“Yeah. As young as eight,” Carolyn replied, hoping this would sway her mom.

“Are these girls already involved with an adult?” Donna asked, incredulous that women her daughters knew had initiated sex with girls that young. She was reminded of her earlier thoughts when she was standing in the kitchen. Apparently, she — and her sister Daphne — were far from alone when it came to having sex with willing young girls.

“Yes,” said Becca. “I’ve already been to an orgy with most of them. The other two are cousins of mine. The youngest, Lori, is the eight year old.”

Donna felt as if she’d stepped into some weird TV program. “Have you had sex with your cousins?” she asked Becca.

“Well, no, but they have had sex with an adult babysitter, and they love it.”

“Will the babysitter be coming over with them?” Donna asked, still trying to sort everything out in her head.

“No, she lives in Florida,” Becca said. “They met her when they went on a vacation recently.”

“Who are the others?” Donna wanted to know. She was still having a hard time understanding that her daughters, or at least Becca, knew that many women who were into sex with young girls.

“Let’s see,” Becca said, counting off each person she named on her fingers. “There’s Heather and Tina, who are sisters. I think they’re eleven and twelve. And Susan, their friend, who’s also twelve, along with their mothers, Cheryl and Mia. Monica, who sorta invited herself to the orgy I went to a few weeks ago. She’s twelve. Oh, and her mother, Ashley. Us four, and your sister, Daphne, plus my two cousins.”

“That makes only fourteen,” Donna said, still a bit confused and amazed at the popularity of what she had thought was something only she and Daphne enjoyed.

“Oh, yes. I forgot Lisa and Jennifer, Heather and Susan’s middle school teachers.”

Donna stared at Becca, who had just listed these people as if she were naming friends who liked being at the beach, not going to all-girl orgies. More than that, really. They were all-girl, incestuous orgies involving pedophilia.

“Are you sure none of these people are police officers?”

Becca laughed. “If they are, they’re just as guilty as we are,” she said. “Every adult I named has had sex with someone younger than eighteen. Much younger! And that someone is, more often than not, their daughters.”

Donna looked at her daughters, whose pleading looks reminded her of when they were younger and wanted ice cream from the street vendor driving the ice cream truck with its cheery music. How times had changed!

Then she began to think about what this party would entail. She realized there would be very willing little girls there. She wondered what it would be like to make love to the bald pussy of an eight year old child longing for someone to lick her pussy. She looked at Candace and recalled what her daughter was like two years ago when she was only eight. She had wondered that first day what it would have been like to make love to her back then. Candace had started having sex at the tender age of six. And apparently had loved it. Of course, her pussy was still hairless, but not as small as it had been when she was eight…or six for that matter.

She realized her hand had crept to her own wet slit and she was rubbing herself. She wondered what it would feel like to have an eight year old girl licking her there.

She finally spoke.

“Okay. We’ll have this orgy, but if ANYTHING goes wrong, we’re all going to jail or to juvenile hall. So NOTHING can go wrong. Got it?”

“YAY!!” the girls jumped up and hugged each other in their excitement, hopping around in a circle.

“Now, let’s show Mom the movie,” Carolyn said.

“What’s so special about this movie?” Donna asked.

The three girls just looked at her and grinned.

Continue on to Chapter 24

The Joy of Looking, Chapter 100

  • Posted on February 7, 2016 at 2:31 pm

By Naughty Mommy

Note: Chapters 99-102 were published at Juicy Secrets in October 2015 as The Joy of Lake Tahoe. They are a part of this story, however, and so I’ve included them here, with a few edits to make them fit the current flow. At Chapter 103, we resume with completely new material.  

We were happy to discover that the sauna was empty, no one else in there. In fact, the whole hotel wasn’t very crowded. I guess it was out of season, with summer over and school started and no snow yet for skiing or anything. Most of the people there seemed to be attending the seminar.

We sat together on a wooden bench, enjoying the heat for a minute or so. Then Allie said, “Hmm, I don’t really know, but can I ask you guys something?”

“Sure,” I replied. “What is it, Alli— I mean, Fucker?”

She grinned at me, then went on, “Well, in Sweden, or wherever, you know, they take saunas a lot and shit… don’t they do it naked? Isn’t that supposed to be better for you or something?”

“Umm…” I wasn’t sure what to say.

Kate was nodding eagerly. I knew what she wanted.

“Well, uh, yeah, I guess you’re right,” I said. “I think maybe it is supposed to be better.”

My sister looked at the door. She got up and walked over to it. There was a latch that could be turned for privacy, meaning no one else could come in without a pass key. She turned the knob, locking the door, then came back to us, grinning. “So, you wanna do it?”

“Do what?” I asked stupidly.

“You know, take off our suits!”

Allie looked at me, smiling brightly. Apparently she would be willing, and Kate obviously was, so I said, “Well, sure, I guess, why not?”

We stripped out of our suits and left them in a pile at the end of the bench. Then we sat again, with Allie in the middle. For another minute or two, no one said anything. Our bodies were beginning to sweat, our skin glowing. A couple of times I glanced down between Allie’s legs. I still couldn’t see much hair there, maybe just a tiny patch on her mound, but it was very light and sparse.

I closed my eyes and leaned my head back, savoring the unusual sensation, like being baked in an oven. It made me feel limp, relaxed, sort of drowsy — but also alert and sensitive, as if all my nerves were wide awake. That might sound like a contradiction, and maybe it is, but that’s how I felt.

A voice startled me from my reverie. Allie said, “Do you guys ever……”

I raised my head and turned toward her. “Do we… ever what?”

She smiled and looked down at the floor, then back up again. “Well, like — you heard me say I have two moms, right?”

I nodded and Kate did too.

“That’s ‘cuz they’re lesbians, you know? And like, I was wondering… do either of you guys ever think about shit like that? I mean, about other girls or anything?”

Kate grinned at me. I frowned at her, giving a quick head shake.

My god, I thought, if Allie only knew the real truth about us. But we couldn’t possibly tell her all that, could we? What would she say if she knew not only that we were lesbians, but that Kate and I were lovers, and that we had sex with our little sister too, who was only 9, not to mention with our mother? I was sure she would be horrified, or at the very least shocked.

On the other hand, she hadn’t asked us about anything like that. All she’d asked was if we ever thought about girls. We could certainly answer that honestly without revealing any of the rest of it.

All this went through my head in the space of about two seconds. I cleared my throat and said, “Um, yeah, I… I think about girls sometimes. A lot, actually.”

“Me too,” Kate nodded eagerly.

Allie smiled, then looked at the floor again. She was leaning forward on her hands, swinging her bare feet. Her legs were long and slender, perfectly shaped. Damn, she was so smoking hot. I really wanted her.

After a brief pause, she said, “Do you ever wonder how it would feel… to kiss another girl?”

“I do!” Kate instantly responded, her eyes bright. My sister’s enthusiasm made me chuckle. I simply nodded in reply.

“I think about it too, a hell of a lot,” said Allie. “I mean, I really can’t fucking help it every time I hear or see my moms, you know, doing what they do.”

I wondered what she meant by ‘doing what they do’ — what exactly did her two moms do in front of this girl?

Allie glanced up at me. “So, have you ever done it?”

“Done what?”

“You know, kissed a girl.”

I didn’t see any harm in admitting that. “Uh-huh. Yeah, I have.”

She sat quietly, looking into my eyes, not saying a word. Then she licked her lips again, running her wet pink tongue all around her mouth. I felt another deep shiver of lust. Even though it was already very warm inside the sauna, I could feel my cheeks burning. I was consumed with desire for Allie, for Fucker.

I lifted my hand, the one closest to her. I held it — suspended barely above her long smooth back, not quite touching her yet. A smile twitched at the sides of her mouth. I saw the tiniest nod, and it seemed she was giving me permission.

I touched her. I heard a sharp intake of breath. Allie shut her eyes, biting her lip. I slid my fingers very slowly down her back, the tips grazing over her skin, gathering beads of perspiration, feeling the silky softness of her. I reached her bottom, tight and firm and small. I heard a moan as I let my fingers slip between her cheeks.

The girl was bending toward me now, listing like a ship with a leak collecting fluids in the hold. Her eyes remained closed, but her lips were parted. She raised her chin. Her lovely face was flushed, shiny with sweat. I leaned toward her, drawn like a magnet. Our mouths met.

Have you ever kissed a girl? If you’re a guy reading this, I assume you probably have at some point. But if you’re a girl or a woman reading this, then there might be good chance you haven’t. I mean, obviously you could have kissed your mother or one of your relatives or whatever, but not really kissed them, as in a sexual way — unless you’re very, very lucky, like me and Kate and Molly.

There’s something about kissing a girl that is almost indescribable… the softness of her skin and her lips, that girl/woman smell she has whether she’s wearing perfume or not, the little feminine sounds she might make, the gentle feel of her breath, the perfect sweet taste of her tongue… until you’ve done it, you can’t even imagine how awesome it is.

Now, take all those things and then realize they don’t come close to describing what it was like for me kissing Allie, or should I say ‘Fucker’. It was all the above multiplied by infinity.

If I’d been able to think clearly at the time, I might have asked myself how it could be that this girl who supposedly had never kissed another girl was driving me absolutely insane with her mouth. She was sooo good at it, as good as anyone I’ve ever kissed, and that includes my mom and my sisters who are all totally amazing.

The thing is, though, I didn’t ask myself that question or wonder about anything at all, because I was completely blown away by Fucker. I was incapable of rational thought, melted into nothing but a tongue and a pair of lips that were ravenously hungry for her pretty mouth.

At last, after who knows how long — five minutes? five months? — Fucker slowly pulled away, breaking the kiss. And I must confess to you, dear reader, that I literally lunged toward her, desperate for more. My over-the-top reaction was enough to make Kate laugh out loud, and that sound jolted me back to reality.

When I blinked my eyes open, I was surprised to find Kate standing right in front of us, her cute naked body only inches away. And she wasn’t simply standing there either. She had a hand between her legs, rubbing her pussy. She must have gotten up to watch us at some point and then started masturbating.

Fucker was gazing at my sister, watching as her fingers toyed with her clit. I glanced up at Kate — and when her eyes met mine, she reacted with a start.

“Oh!” She looked down at her hand, evidently surprised to discover what she was doing. “Oh shit, sorry, I, I don’t —”

“It’s all right, it’s totally fucking cool,” said Fucker. “I masturbate all the time. I mean, like all the fucking time, you know?”

She smiled and leaned back, lifting her feet onto the edge of the wooden bench, spreading her slim legs apart. She began to play with herself.

“Wow,” Kate giggled, staring at Fucker’s pussy. “Man, that’s… yeah, I masturbate all the time too!”

She’d removed her hand from her crotch, but now she put it back, sliding a finger up inside her juicy cunt, fucking herself.

I sat for a moment, just watching them. It was so hot seeing these two young girls, an 11-year-old and a 12-year-old, naked and rubbing themselves. My hand went between my own legs. Then I stood up. I wanted a better view of Fucker’s little pussy while I masturbated.

When she saw me looking down at her, Fucker grinned and spread her legs even wider. Using both hands, she carefully opened her labia, showing us her moist pink center.

She looked at our faces, glancing from one to the other. Then, with her eyes locked on mine, the sexy girl licked her lips again, swirling her tongue all around. I almost came right then. It was amazing how fast I’d got close.

Fucker smiled at me, then peered down between her own legs. Kate and I watched as she pushed a finger just inside her tight vagina, up to the first knuckle. With her other hand, she teased her clit. Of course my sister and I were not only watching, we were masturbating too.

My fingers moved fast between my legs. I began to feel that swelling, pulsing, swirling, tingling, magic sensation coming up from deep inside. I shut my eyes, took a deep breath — yes, yes, almost, almost — but no, not quite, not yet. I was right there, though, right on the edge.

I opened my eyes and saw Fucker staring at my fingers, watching me masturbate. She looked at me, then at Kate, her gaze going back and forth. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I could hear her whispering as she tickled her clit.

I glanced at my sister. She was fucking herself fast and hard while staring down between the other girl’s legs, watching her masturbate. Kate was totally covered in sweat, her tanned skin glowing.

We were all three perspiring heavily, partly from the heat of the sauna but also from the heat of our arousal. And I could smell our juices too. I closed my eyes again, breathing in deeply through my nose.

The aroma was very strong, young girl pussy — and when I thought those three words, the instant they went through my mind, I climaxed.

Kate came too, right after me, and then, maybe half a minute later, as I was coming down from my high, Fucker reached orgasm.

Goddamn, it was so exciting to watch that girl — legs spread wide, fingering herself, playing with her pussy, climaxing loudly. As her body shuddered repeatedly in tremendous spasms, I saw a dribble of gooey white fluids oozing out of her cunt and down into her ass.

My sister and I glanced at each other, smiling. Kate giggled. I winked at her.

Fucker finally opened her eyes, looking up at us. She relaxed her legs, stretching them out. “Fuck, that was good,” she grinned, licking her fingers.

We stayed that way for several moments: a tableau of three naked girls, gleaming with sweat, breathing hard, our faces glowing in post-orgasmic bliss.

Then Kate shook her head. Drops of perspiration flew off the ends of her short brown hair. “God, it’s so fucking hot,” she remarked. “Maybe we should get the hell out of here.”

“Yeah,” I nodded. “You might be right. I don’t think it’s healthy to stay inside too long.”

A thought struck me. “You know, in like Sweden or Scandinavia, places like that, they go straight from the sauna and run and jump naked into the fjord where it’s freezing cold. I read about it.”

“Really?” my sister asked. “What’s a fee-yore?”

“A fjord,” I grinned. “It’s like a deep lake, really cold.”

Kate chuckled, “So why don’t we run outside and jump in Lake Tahoe?”

“No fucking way!” exclaimed Fucker. We all laughed.

“But, I mean, I guess we could put on our suits and jump in the swimming pool,” I suggested. “You wanna do that?”

“Sure,” Fucker nodded.

“We could even do it naked,” Kate leered.

I smiled, “Well, yeah, but I don’t want to, you know, cause any trouble for Aunt Barbara. Maybe no one would care, but I don’t think we should take chances.”

“I guess you’re right,” my sister agreed.

“Okay, so let’s get the fuck out of here,” said Fucker. She reached over and grabbed our suits. “Which one of these is mine…?”

“I don’t think it matters,” I said. “I mean, I think they’re all the same size and stuff.”

Fucker shrugged, apparently agreeing. She handed one of the dark blue suits to me and one to Kate. We pulled them on and found our flip-flops, then unlatched the door and headed for the pool.

The cool air outside the sauna felt fantastic. I breathed in deeply, filling my lungs. Then I looked down at my chest. My nipples were incredibly hard, poking out like fingers through the thin fabric. I smiled to myself and checked out the other girls. Their nipples were just as taut and visible as mine. Yummy!

No one else was using the pool. There was an attendant behind a glassed-in booth, a middle-aged woman who appeared bored.

We walked to the deep end, setting our towels on some chairs behind us. Standing on the edge, holding hands, we looked at each other.

“Are you ready? One – two – THREE!”

“Whoop!!”  

I guess the pool was heated, it must have been, but after the sauna it felt like ice. We squealed and giggled and shivered, hugging each other.

Kate proposed a race to warm ourselves up. Fucker and I agreed, but only one lap, up to the shallow end and back. My sister won easily, of course. She was definitely the best athlete among us.

As we were trying to catch our breath at the end of the race, holding onto the sides, I felt someone rubbing my butt. It was Fucker. She smiled at me. I put a hand on her bottom too, squeezing her tight cheeks. She gave me a quick kiss, then turned to the other side, to Kate.

Switching hands, so she could keep a grip on the edge of the pool, Fucker fondled Kate under the water. They kissed.

Even after the race, I was still feeling chilled. If the goddamn pool was heated, it wasn’t very heated. My teeth chattered.

“Do y-you g-guys wanna g-go to the hot tub?” I asked.

“Shit yeah,” said Fucker. “Th-that sounds great.”

We climbed out and wrapped ourselves in the big towels, shivering.

“Where is it?” Kate swiveled her head around, looking for the hot tub.

“I’m not sure, but… you know what? I think I have an even better idea,” I said to them, feeling inspired.

“What is it?”

“Well, um, we could go up to the suite, you know, to Aunt Barbara’s suite. Put our clothes back on and go up there.”

“Hell yeah,” Kate grinned, “I like that idea a lot.”

I looked at Fucker. “Is that all right with you? Wanna do that?”

“A suite?” she blinked.

“Yeah, like I said, our aunt is kind of important, a VP, so she has this big suite, you know, a bunch of rooms all together.”

“It’s really really nice,” Kate told Fucker. “You should see it!”

“All right,” the girl shrugged. “I’m up for that.”

We hurried back to the lockers, eager to get out of our wet bathing suits. When we got inside, Kate looked around. Again, there was nobody else there. Except for us, the place was empty.

“Come on,” she said, grabbing my hand. She dragged me toward the showers. Fucker followed us.

Kate tossed her towel onto a bench just outside the shower area. She started stripping out of her suit. “A quick hot shower first, wash off all the chlorine, then get dressed, okay?”

“Good thinking,” I nodded, pulling the stretchy straps from my shoulders. Fucker got naked too, and we went inside.

Mostly we did take a shower, soaping up and washing off the chlorine, but we also got a little playful, kissing each other, touching and teasing. We all sort of knew we couldn’t go much further, not then, not there — but once we got up to the suite and had complete privacy, who could tell what might happen?

Continue on to Chapter 101