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The Secret Society of the Pussycats Club, Chapter 24

  • Posted on February 9, 2016 at 5:25 pm

By Cheryl Taggert

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

“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.

They had plenty to be happy about. Donna had just agreed to let them have the orgy that Friday night. Carolyn and Candace looked forward to meeting other girls like themselves, not to mention all of the orgasms they would be having.

But now, it was time to show Donna the movie. It was basically an orgy with two women, both 29, and five girls, ranging in age from 8 to 13. Becca, Carolyn, and Candace had already watched this movie, and in it, the women and girls all sort of introduced themselves, using only first names and ages. The one named Lisa told about how they had all discovered sex, and the girls talked about how much they loved doing what they do, insisting that nobody had forced them to do anything, including making the movies.

Three of the young girls were Lisa’s niece Jenny, who was 12, and her daughters, Tina, 9, and Erin, 7. Cheryl, the other lady, was the mother of Tammy, 13, and Emily, 8.

As the movie began and a woman named Lisa introduced the others, Donna felt her pussy gushing fluid. Was this going to be what she thought it would be? Were these women really going to have sex with these little girls? And were the girls really going to have sex with each other? Donna’s mouth dried up at the thought she was actually going to watch this very illegal porn.

As they watched, Carolyn and Candace began to play with each other’s pussy. Becca reached over and began to massage Donna’s slit, loving how wet the woman was getting as she watched the women and girls in the movie.

Soon, because she had seen the movie already that afternoon, Becca got on her knees in front of Donna and began to make oral love to the woman’s pussy. She delighted in the taste and was in heaven as she licked and sucked the pussy to a powerful orgasm.

When she’d finished getting Donna off, Candace was there, ready to take over. The ten-year-old dove into her mother’s pussy, licking and sucking as if she would die of starvation if she didn’t get all of her mother’s vaginal cream that she could.

Carolyn had moved to where she could get at her mother’s breasts. She was licking the nipples, sucking and nibbling them, with the same apparent need that Candace was showing.

Becca got down to where she could move between the sisters’ lovely mounds. She would lick Candace for a while then move to suck on Carolyn’s pussy.

Donna came again, which seemed to signal another move by the sisters. This time, Carolyn was eating her mother and Candace got down to lick Becca, who took the opportunity to move to the Donna’s breasts and take over where Carolyn had left off.

Donna came again, and then the sisters moved into a sixty-nine. The movie had ended by then, and Donna pushed Becca onto her back on the sofa and started licking the teenager’s pussy.

When Becca heard the two sisters begin their climaxes, she allowed her own to take her body over. She spasmed and rocked against Donna’s hungry mouth, feeling the woman’s tongue and lips massage her clitoris as spasm after spasm shook her.

Following their orgasms, the woman and four girls gathered on the floor and began to kiss each other, tongues wrapping around tongues, hands squeezing butts and boobs. Soon, they moved into a daisy chain that would occasionally alter a bit as far as who was licking whom. This continued until all of them had come at least twice more.

They finally lay there, bathed in sweat and sexual juices, catching their breath and getting enough energy together to get up and sit once again on the sofa.

“Ready for the other movie that has the same families?” Candace asked. Donna looked at her in utter surprise, and the girls all laughed.

“I’m not sure I can take another one like that,” Donna said. “I think my pussy’s worn out for tonight. I think I came something like five times.”

“That’s okay,” said Carolyn. “You can watch it tomorrow night.”

“Well, maybe the night after that,” Donna said. “Where did you get such a movie?”

“From Aunt Daphne,” said Candace. “She left both of them here.”

Her sister? She had movies like that? Where on earth did she get them? Did she know these people in the movie? All of these questions zipped through her mind as she thought about the scenes from the movie she had watched. What would the other movie be like? Part of her couldn’t wait to find out, while another part — her pussy to be exact — knew watching it would lead to some major soreness later.

But she was so curious!

“Have you watched the other movie yet?” she asked her daughters and Becca.

“Yeah,” said Candace. “It’s about the older girls getting caught together by the younger ones, who join in, and then the one named Lisa comes in and it’s like she’s the mom and she catches them together. Then they talk the ‘mom’ into joining them. It’s kinda cool cuz it’s sorta like how we got you to do stuff with us.”

Donna looked at the TV, its screen blank. What the hell? She could refrain from anything until Friday to let the soreness subside.

“Put it on,” she said, and sat back to watch.

After she had come twice more watching the movie and masturbating, she finally went to bed, allowing the girls to stay up late. They had more stamina than she did, apparently.

Climbing into bed, she took out her phone and called Daphne.

“So, tell me where you got these movies,” was the first thing she said when Daphne answered.

“Did you enjoy them?”

“Of course. Now, give.”

Lying back, she listened to her sister, who was obviously touching herself while she told Donna about the movies and how she got them.

Donna couldn’t help it. She ended up masturbating on the phone with Daphne, coming with her sister one more time before sleep. She wasn’t sure what was happening with her desires for young girls, but she was happy with the outcome.

Becca, Carolyn, and Candace went to bed together in Carolyn’s room where the three of them masturbated to the day’s last orgasm while talking about the upcoming party. At some point in the night, Carolyn awoke and ended up going down on Becca again. This woke Candace up, who masturbated to yet another orgasm while watching her sister make love to Becca.

It was a wonderful night for them all.

********

The next morning Lisa and Jennifer, enjoying their summer vacation away from teaching, awoke to the sound of their doorbell. Glancing at the bedside clock, they saw it was already past 9:00. The doorbell sounded again.

“Who could that be?” Lisa wondered aloud, stretching her naked body in preparation for getting out of bed.

“Whoever it is, tell them to go away. I’m not awake yet.”

“Yes you are, silly. Otherwise you wouldn’t be talking to me.”

“Go fuck yourself,” Jennifer mumbled into the pillow.

“I’d rather fuck you,” Lisa said. Getting out of bed and still half asleep, she almost went straight to the door to see who was there but returned to put on a robe. The doorbell sounded again, insisting she answer it.

“I’m coming,” Lisa said to the room.

Jennifer, who was more awake than she wanted to admit, peeked at her lover and said, “No, you’re not. I know what you look like when you’re coming. You’re definitely not coming right now. But maybe when you shoo away whoever is waking us up, we can remedy that.”

Lisa smiled at Jennifer before going out to see who was there.

She peeked through the peephole of the door and was surprised to see a woman she didn’t recognize with Monica, the girl who had more or less crashed the orgy they’d had a few weeks before. They looked so much alike she knew it was obviously Monica’s mother, whom she’d never met despite having taught Monica.

The tiny hairs on the back of her neck stiffened in sudden fear. Had she found out about the orgy? Was she there to have it out with them? Were they about to be arrested? Lisa wasn’t sure. The mother, who seemed rather nervous herself, said something to Monica, but Monica looked insistent and rang the bell again.

That was a good sign. The mom seemed to want to leave, but Monica was the one insisting they stay. That eased Lisa’s mind a bit, since she figured the mom would be the persistent one if the woman planned to have them arrested.

Then she wondered again what this could be about. Certainly not grades at this late date.

Jennifer joined her, wondering why Lisa hadn’t opened the door yet.

“What the fuck is going on?” she asked. “Why haven’t you opened the door to let them in? Who is it?”

“It’s Monica, the girl from the orgy a few weeks ago and her mom.”

“Her mom?” Jennifer sounded worried, obviously coming to the same conclusion Lisa had.

“Yes, but the mom is looking nervous and wants to leave. Monica is the stubborn one.”

“Well, open the fucking door. They obviously aren’t going away.”

Taking a deep breath, Lisa opened the door just as Monica was about to ring again.

“Hi!” Monica said, all cheerfulness and smiles.

“Um, hi,” Lisa said, followed by the same greeting from Jennifer.

“We’re sorry we woke you, but Monica insisted we meet,” Monica’s mom said. She blushed with the embarrassment of having intruded on Lisa and Jennifer’s morning.

“Um, no…no…it’s okay. We needed to get up anyway,” Lisa lied to be polite. Then, realizing they were still outside, she stepped back, motioning for them to enter the condo. “Please, come in.”

As the woman followed Monica inside, she introduced herself. “I’m Ashley, Monica’s mother.”

“Hi, Ashley,” Lisa said, feeling like a very under-dressed hostess. “I’m Lisa, and this is my roommate, Jennifer.”

“Yes, I know. I’m sorry I never made it to any PTA meetings or anything else to meet you. Life for a single mom can get rather busy, and Monica always does so well in school anyway, without my interference.” Ashley smiled at her lovely daughter, whom Lisa and Jennifer knew was not only a good student, but also a little sexpot.

They all stood there a moment in the small foyer. The awkwardness was uncomfortable for everyone but Monica, who was still beaming and staring bright-eyed at her teachers, openly displaying an obvious crush.

Jennifer broke the odd silence. “Would anyone else like some coffee?”

Ashley and Lisa both said yes, and Jennifer looked down at Ashley. “What about you, hon? What would you like?”

“Do you have some…juice?” Monica asked, winking at her during the slight pause.

Jennifer was taken aback at the girl’s daring. Her mother was standing right there and could have seen the innuendo behind the request. Monica just continued grinning.

After coffee and juice were served, the three women and Monica sat in the living room to chat. Lisa and Jennifer were still in their robes, and Monica was enjoying that since the robes were almost sheer enough to see through to the naked flesh beneath, but not quite. She decided to get things rolling.

She hadn’t told her mom she wanted the four of them to have sex when she had talked her into coming to the condo to meet the teachers. She had told her about the orgy, of course, but her teachers were unaware of that entirely. Monica wanted to say something bold, something daring, to get the subject to sex and the real reason she had begged her mom to bring her there, using the excuse that she wanted her to meet the sexy teachers. She had managed to talk her mom into going to the orgy, but she hadn’t told her the two women sitting in the nearly sheer robes would be there.

The three women were making idle chitchat when Monica thought of what she would say. She interrupted the women.

“Mom?” They all looked at the pretty twelve year old.

“Yes, Honey?”

“The couch you’re sitting on is where Miss Simmons licked my pussy while Miss Taylor sat on my face and let me lick hers.”

Monica grinned then burst out laughing at the looks of complete shock on the women’s faces. Ashley’s hand flew to her suddenly gaping mouth, her face turning a bright red, as the teachers looked as if they wanted the room to open up and swallow them.

When Monica realized Miss Taylor was about to burst into tears, she realized maybe she’d gone too far and rushed into an explanation. “She knows already!” she said to the teachers. “We had sex together, my mom and me!”

“Monica!” Ashley said, now near tears herself.

Jennifer, who seemed to have processed what Monica had said before Lisa, spoke up.

“Okay, everyone hold on a second.” Lisa and Ashley looked at her, as if waiting for guidance in how to handle this situation.

“Monica, are you telling us that you and your mom are lovers?”

Monica nodded, her eyes downcast.

“Oh, God! What you must think of me! Monica, why did you tell them?” Ashley said.

“I wanted to…you know…have some…fun.”

Ashley’s brow furrowed in anger. “You thought saying that and shocking everyone would be fun?”

“Well, not really…I mean…that’s not the kind of fun I meant.”

The backs of all three women slowly straightened simultaneously as they finally understood. They looked at each other and blushed, all three wondering if the others were okay with doing this.

“I’m sorry,” Monica said. “I just thought how cool it would be…you know…to…do stuff together. I didn’t mean to make anyone mad.”

“Well,” said Lisa, then was silent. She wasn’t sure what to say next. She looked over at Ashley, who was a strikingly sexy woman. Then she looked at Jennifer, who was looking at her.

“You must think I’m terrible,” Ashley said.

“Mom, they had Heather, Tina, and their mother over for the orgy. They don’t think bad of you.” Monica looked at her teachers. “Do you?”

“Of course not,” Lisa said.

“No,” said Jennifer. “In fact, we’re jealous that you have this lovely little one to have fun with any time you want.”

The three women looked at each other, and the knowledge was in their eyes. They all knew at that moment that Monica’s little trick would work, after all.

Jennifer stood up and, pulling Lisa from her chair, kissed her, allowing her tongue to seek her partner’s and her hands to move to her shapely butt. She squeezed the twin globes as their kiss heated up.

Pulling back for a moment, Lisa looked into Jennifer’s eyes. “I love you,” she whispered and the two women continued their kiss. Lisa began to pull Jennifer’s robe off, leaving her naked in front of Ashley and her young daughter. Then Jennifer stripped Lisa before her hands went back to massage her lover’s butt cheeks, delving lower to touch the small rosebud.

Ashley watched this with growing lust. The teachers’ actions were heating her pussy quickly. She glanced at Monica and saw her young daughter pulling her shorts off, followed by her panties and shirt, her flip-flops already having been discarded. Ashley was now the only person in the room with any clothes on.

Monica stood and went to her mother, kissing her as she began to undress her. Soon, Ashley was naked as well and Monica began to kiss the woman’s shoulders, working down to her breasts, the nipples stiffening in anticipation of the contact of Monica’s lips.

Lisa and Jennifer broke their kiss to look at what the mother-daughter pair were doing. Jennifer winked at Lisa and stooped to get at Ashley’s pussy while Lisa lay on the floor to suck and lick Monica’s.

The taste of the twelve year old’s pussy was intoxicating. The sweetness of the nectar produced deep inside the young girl stimulated Lisa’s taste buds as well as her clit. She felt like some goddess being offered a feast of the most succulent food available to mankind — or womankind.

She pushed her tongue deep into the recesses of the girl’s cunt. The few hairs that had sprouted on the girl’s mound tickled her nose in a most delicious way.

“I want to taste you.” The words, spoken by Monica, pulled Lisa momentarily from her feast as the girl arranged herself to engage in a sixty-nine with her former teacher. Lisa spread her thighs to allow the young girl to lick and suck her. Soon, they were both approaching their orgasms, the only question being who would start hers first.

Jennifer had managed to move herself to the couch so she and Ashley could make love to each other. At first they used hands to rub and stimulate the other’s pussy, but Ashley wanted to eat the teacher’s cunt, so they moved to accomplish their own sixty-nine, each of them relishing the taste of the other.

Jennifer loved it that Ashley was bare, having shaved and waxed recently. The women chewed and licked and sucked — whether for a few minutes or a few hours, neither could tell.

Jennifer placed her hand where her fingers could massage the woman’s butthole, and feeling the stimulation, Ashley did the same.

Soon, all four were entering the bliss of their orgasms. They each moaned and grunted their climaxes into the slit of the one they were licking, the vibrations from their vocalizations enhancing the climax of their partners.

“Oh, my God!” Jennifer said, as she rolled off Ashley.

“That was wonderful!” Monica said.

The four looked at each other, took deep breaths, and exchanged partners, Monica now with Jennifer and Ashley with Lisa.

They continued making love for the next hour, until finally they needed nourishment that didn’t come from a pussy.

Continue on to Chapter 25

The Joy of Looking, Chapter 102

  • Posted on February 9, 2016 at 5:24 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.  

“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, thirty 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 fifteen 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 just watching and masturbating, she was talking too. We could hear her say, “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 bent 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.

Continue on to Chapter 103