Date: Sun, 27 Feb 2000 17:35:28 -0800 (PST)
From: Selena Anders <selena33_ca@yahoo.com>
Subject: margaret-32

Consciousness returned slowly as a tongue swirled equally slowly around
my nipple.  A feather light touch moved down my belly and for a moment
I felt that something was missing.  Loving fingers slid delicately
teasingly along my slit, and I realized what was missing.  Rita, lovely
Rita, had shaved it off, and I still wasn't completely used to the
change.  "Mmmmmm" I purred, and soft lips made their way to mine.  The
soft hand slid back up my belly as my lips parted to admit an eager
tongue.  I gasped at a firm pinch on my nipple, and the tongue speared
deeper into my mouth.  I reached to clutch at smooth young skin,
pulling the lithe body on top of me, nipple to nipple and pussy to
pussy.  Our naked flesh writhed against each other, lubricated by the
woman juice that flowed freely between Jessie's thighs.

My eyes were still closed, but what kind of a mother would I be if I
couldn't recognize my own daughter's seductive body?  With one leg
between mine, Jessie ground her slippery mound against me, and in
minutes we were both gasping aloud in our climaxes.

I'm afraid we woke up Ali and Liz in the next bed, and as my eyes
finally fluttered open Liz softly told me, "Good morning, Mom."

Jessie grinned down at me, "Ready for naughty nightie day, Mom?"

"Not yet," I replied, "Take me to the shower."  Jessie dragged me into
the bathroom where we scrubbed each other in intimate detail then
emerged to brush our teeth.  Then it was Ali and Liz's turn for the
shower.  We were still brushing each other's hair when Ali and Liz
emerged from the bathroom, glowing fresh.

There were still some hours before the afternoon show, so I declared a
morning off.  "But everyone be back here by 11:30."  I announced.  I
was surprised that Jessie volunteered to keep the showroom open, but
she explained that the woman she saw the day before had promised to
come by and sign a major contract.  So Liz and Ali and I set out to
enjoy the tropical morning.  Liz seemed determined to line up a big
buyer like Jessie had, so she dove into the morning crowd, and was
instantly surrounded by people asking, "Aren't you one of those EROS
models?"

Leaving Liz to her own devices, Ali and I wandered through the lobby.
"Look Margaret," Ali pointed, "Isn't that our stewardess from the trip
down here?"  I looked and sure enough there was the trim
professional-looking figure of Lanie.  Quickly Ali snaked her way
through the people, and more slowly I followed.

As I caught up, Lanie was saying "...was hoping to get a room here for my
layover, but the convention has booked all the rooms.  Now I'm going to
have to get one of the cheaper places down the beach."

Lanie was such a contrast with Ali and me, she in her crisp uniform,
and we in our bikini bottoms and coolie hats.  Ali told her, "Don't
worry about that!  You can come and sleep with us!  We have two
king-size beds in our room, for just the four of us, so there's lots of
room!  Here, let me take your suitcase."

I was surprised that our submissive little Ali was taking such firm
charge of the situation, but I could see no harm in it so I went along.
 Lanie and I followed her toward the hotel room, along the second floor
hallway because she didn't want to interrupt Jessie in the showroom.
She dropped the suitcase in the room and led Lannie out onto the large
balcony overlooking the terrace.  The tropical sun beat down
mercilessly, and even at 10:30 in the morning the temperature was up
around 85 degrees.

Ali turned to Lanie, "So just kick back and relax.  How long is your
lay-over?"

Lanie checked her left wrist, "Departure in just under 24 hours.  Jeez
that pool looks good, and I forgot to pack a swimsuit."

"In that case, there's no time to lose.  Let's get that uniform off
you, and maybe I can lend you a bikini bottom!"  Ali moved to help
Lanie out of the navy blazer of her stewardess uniform, and I joined
her right away.  The poor girl was so overdressed.  After the blazer
came her cap, tie, starched white shirt, skirt, half-slip, shoes and
pantyhose, and even then she still wore a tan colored D-cup bra and
soft, sensible-looking panties.  Since arriving on Santa Pinata I had
almost forgotten it was possible to wear so many clothes.

At about 5'4" tall and 36-25-35, Lanie looked like a perfect little
Greek goddess, or perhaps one of the nymphs that Zeus was always
seducing.  Well, what was good enough for the chief of the gods was
good enough for me, and I walked up behind her and wrapped my arms
around her, and bent over slightly to kiss the back of her neck.
My hands cupped Lanie's massive breasts as my tongue swirled around the
vertebra at the top of her spine.  She moaned slightly as I pinched her
erect nipples through the cloth of her bra, and moved down to suck at
the next small lump of her backbone.

As I slowly made my way down Lanie's back, reverently kissing each
little bone of her spine, Ali knelt before her and drew the panties
down her shapely legs.  I couldn't see in front of Lanie, but the spasm
that went through her body suggested that Ali's tongue was searching
for the center of her pleasure.  My own tongue was approaching Lanie's
bra-back, so my fingers unsnapped the front closure, freeing her
magnificent full breasts.  The bra fell from her shoulders and down to
about her elbows, pinning her arms to her sides as my fingers returned
to play with her hard young nipples.

"Aaahhhhgh!" Lanie let forth a gasp as she took a step to part her
thighs, admitting Ali's questing tongue.  I was still slowly licking at
the midpoint of her back, but the spread legs suited me as I intended
to keep on kissing lower.  Slowly I slid to my knees, swirling my
tongue around the small of Lanie's back, while Ali continued to do
unknown things to her belly, inner thighs, or perhaps more private
places.

I couldn't resist making a detour to the lovely little dimples at the
top of Lanie's firm strong ass, licking them and kissing them until she
began to wiggle her pretty bum in my face.  My hands stroked down her
thighs, and finally the bra fell loose from her fingertips, and I
tossed it away.  As my tongue trailed over her smooth skin to the top
of her crack, Lanie let loose a noise that was half way between a gasp
and a squeek, and I guessed that Ali was closing in on her target.

Lanie took another step, parting her legs even farther, as my thumbs
parted the cheeks of her bum.  Slowly but inexorably I licked lower and
lower, and I heard a moan as my tongue passed below the tip of her
tailbone.  I was less than 2" from her anus, as I skooted forward to
get under my lovely little nymphette, tilting my face up to slurp wetly
at her ass.

I hadn't even got to the enticing brown pucker of Lanie's anus when I
felt myself knee-to-knee with Ali.  My hands left Lanie's ass cheeks
and ran down her inner thighs, feeling the moisture left there by Ali's
tongue.  So I reached between Lanie's legs and my hands closed on Ali's
breasts.  I pinched her nipples, hard, and heard her yelp.  At the same
time, Ali pressed forward to jam her tongue deep into Lanie's vagina,
and I lunged upward to lick at the sweet little rectum above me.  Ali's
chin bumped mine, and we had a brief tongue duel in the midst of
Lanie's delightful hairless crotch.  I wanted to probe the girl's ass
hole while Ali wanted to lick her vagina, and there wasn't room for
both of our chins.  After half a minute I won, and Ali retreated to
suck on Lanie's clit.

Moments later, Lanie began to squeal and shake, and a gush of girlie
juice spurted from her vagina, soaking Ali's chin and mine, and flowing
down our breasts.  Again Ali and I had a comic moment, as we both
attempted to lick up the fluids from the same fountain of femininity.
We ended up bruising our noses and lips as we collided beneath Lanie's
delicious cunt.

Lanie continued to shake, in her spasm of orgasm, as she clutched at
Alixia's hair, and we two slurped and sucked at her crotch.  But
eventually her torrent of love juice slowed, and she began to collapse
on top of us.  We laid her down on the sun deck.  She looked up at us,
"Do you people always rape every woman who falls into your clutches?"

"Oh no!"  I assured her, "We just like to return the hospitality of
strangers, like yourself on the flight down here.  I hope you don't
mind!"

Lanie reached up and hooked her arms around my neck, "No, I don't mind.
 You two can return my hospitality like this any day.  No come here and
kiss me!"
_____

"Margaret, I think it's about time to think about the show."  Alixia
reminded me as Lanie's lips reluctantly parted with mine.  She was
right, although I really wanted to continue to explore Lanie's body,
and particularly her full lush breasts.  So with a last regretful lick
at the luscious pinky-brown nipples below me, I got up to return to
work.  Ali scrambled after me, and Lanie seemed to take an interest
too, as she followed behind.

We descended the stairs to the showroom, and there was Jessie, slouched
nude on a couch and looking exhausted.  "Are you OK?" I asked.

Jessie looked up at me like a cat that has just swum a mile in cream.
"I got the contract!" she languidly pointed at a file folder on the
coffee table.  I picked it up and flipped through the papers, and
gasped at the total figure of the order!  Steinmetz had ordered
hundreds of items for each of its more than sixty stores.  I grabbed
her and kissed her, forgetting that my mouth was covered in Lanie's
cum.  Jessie didn't mind, and returned my kiss with enthusiasm, but
then it was time for Ali and I to hit the shower once again.  It just
wouldn't do to turn up at the fashion show dressed in girlie gush.

As we emerged from the shower, I wasn't surprised to see Jessie and
Lanie exploring each other's bodies with their fingers and tongues, but
time was getting short.  I ordered Jessie into the shower and simply
accepted it when she dragged Lanie along with her.  Ali and I set to
work organizing the garments for the afternoon's sleepwear show.  Each
of the twins would start at opposite ends of the rack, and move toward
the center.  Where the heck was Elizabeth?  She was supposed to be back
by now!

Jessie and Lanie emerged from the shower, and Lanie started to blow-dry
my daughter's hair.  After a few seconds I could tell she knew what she
was doing, so I left them to it.  Where was Elizabeth?!  I re-checked
the order forms, and my script for introducing the styles, as I heard
the show begin.  I felt like going frantic, but contained myself,
worrying about Elizabeth.  Finally, just as the third exhibitor started
their presentation, Liz walked in with Katie in tow.  "Sorry I'm late,
Mom, but Katie and I got talking, and we just lost track of time."

There was no time for recriminations, as I sent Liz to the shower, and
when Katie followed her I just gave up.  What was happening here??  I
took a deep breath to settle myself, and as I did so I remembered two
weeks before, when I had told my daughters, "I see you ladies have
begun to learn something about sex.  I expect you to strive for the
same excellence as you display in your other endeavours."  Well, I had
no-one but myself to blame.

We had barely twenty minutes left to go when Liz and Katie emerged from
the shower, and I watched Lanie transfer the air drier from Jessie to
Liz's golden pubic curls.  A shiver of lust ran up my spine, as I
resolved to try that one day soon.

Somehow, the girls managed to work out a process I wouldn't have
believed.  Lanie and Katie volunteered to work in the changing cabana,
while Alixia would move through the crowd in the VIP area, taking
orders as I introduced the garments.  We moved out across the terrace
to cabana number 2, just as the previous exhibitors were moving out,
and the occupants of number 1 were well into their presentation.

I stood at the foot of the podium, watching as three listless models
displayed the same tired old Frederick's of Hollywood fashions they had
been showing for the last ten years.  It's such a shame, I thought.
Some things never change.  And then Mr. MC was beckoning to me.  It was
our turn.  I mounted the steps.

"Ladies and Gentlemen," I launched into my speech, "I'd like to
introduce you to a 4000-year-old wonder fabric known as linen!  Brushed
linen can be brought to a shine far beyond contemporary fabrics, and
I'd like to show you how!"  Valena and Harriet had decided to ditch the
traditional black and red colours of the tawdry old lingerie schools,
and to go with a mostly white line, using accents of hot pink, lime
green and electric blue.  There were a lot of net and sheer fabrics,
always white, with rich full white linen wherever a trace of modesty
was needed.  We started with full-length peignoir sets, over racy
teddies and bra-and-panty sets; then moved through shorter
night-jackets, with each outfit becoming a bit more revealing than the
last.

My twins abandoned the sultry swagger that seems to me the norm for
fashion models today, and often blew kisses to the crowd in the blue
pool around the runway island.  They were having fun, and wanted
everyone to know it.  I was getting toward the end of our presentation,
"And inspired by Batman, here comes the Riddler!"  Jessie came striding
out in a long evening cape made of alternating sheer nylon and linen,
and under it was a white net teddy with a hot green question mark that
barely covered her nipples, then dove down toward her crotch.  I don't
have to tell you where the dot of the question mark was.  The cape
billowed out behind her as she strode the length of the island to the
huge applause of the crowd.

Next was the Aphrodite, a white linen teddy with scallop-shaped sheer
mesh pale blue inserts designed to reveal all.  Jessie skipped joyously
back toward the starting place and exchanged a big high-five with
Elizabeth who had just emerged in the love-goddess teddy.

"Hey Jimmy!  Go for it!" a loud young male voice cried, followed by a
small thump.  A football sailed out over the cabanas and over the
island, and suddenly a young boy came dashing over the bridge and
running down the island toward my daughters, in pursuit of the football
that landed with a splash in the pool.  This kid might have been 13 or
14, but he weighed at least 150 lbs, and his charge sent both Elizabeth
and Jessie sprawling, bruising their legs and elbows as they were
knocked into the pool.

Oh shit!  What was I going to do now?  I stared at the little bruiser
who had come to a halt at the end of the island, as long lithe Lana
came charging down the concrete runway and grabbed him by his collar
and dragged him away.  The spectators in the pool helped Jes and Liz
out of the water.  What a note to end our presentation on!  I looked
frantically around, and there in front of the changing-cabana was
little Alixia.  She was making hand motions, and it took me a moment to
figure out that she meant for me to carry on.  Putting all my trust in
her, I leaned again toward the microphone, "And finally, I know you've
all already heard of a thong-back teddy.  But we at Eros have decided
to introduce the thong-FRONT Teddy, the ultimate in ways to turn him on
before you turn the lights off!"

The crowd instantly forgot my poor bruised daughters and their heads
swiveled toward the bridges that led onto runway island.  There,
glistening in pale pink and pale blue teddies.  Lanie was resplendent
in pink, while Katie glowed in ice-blue linen.  Both teddies were built
for my daughters' modest B-cup breasts, so the massive mammaries of
Lanie and Katie thrust triumphantly over their tops, exposing their
hard, excited nipples to the crowd.

The French-cut leg holes were cut so high that they came down in the
promised thong-front, with barely a 1/4" strap that disappeared into
their pussy slits.  The two girls seemed to enjoy the cheers as they
walked with linked hands raised in the air, down to the end of the
island and back, as I thanked the audience for their attention.  Our
turn was over again, and I rushed back to the display room to tend to
my daughters' wounds.