Date: Mon, 20 Mar 2000 12:44:52 -0800 (PST)
From: Selena Anders <selena33_ca@yahoo.com>
Subject: margaret-35

I don't know what time it was when I got back to the hotel suite.  The
downstairs showroom was locked up, so I let myself in and slowly
climbed the stairs to the bedroom.  I was completely fucked out after
my encounter with Sue, and yet I couldn't get my mind off my phone call
to Rachel.  The whole idea that a woman could be trained to new
delights of female ejaculation just wouldn't go away.

As I neared the top of the stairs I heard giggling and moaning, and had
a momentary flash-back to the day when I first found my daughters being
naughty in their bedroom.  But these steps led straight into the
bedroom, with no hallway between, and a truly amazing sight greeted my
eyes.  There on the end of one of the king sized beds was poor little
Alixia, lying back with her hips raised up on a mountain of pillows,
while her feet were tied wide apart by silk scarves that ran to the bed
legs.  Her lower body was almost inverted, with her gaping pussy open
to the ceiling, looking lush and pink and desirable.

Sprawled on the bed on either side of Ali were Lana and Liz, both
leaning over the bound girl's crotch, and sucking on long straws that
thrust lewdly out of her upturned vagina.  Liz, obviously drunk, looked
up at me.  "Hi Mom!  We're having a champagne party!  Pull up a straw!"
she handed me a long soda-fountain type straw, the kind with the kinks
near the middle so you can bend it.

I couldn't believe my eyes, so the first thing I said was probably the
stupidest thing I could have, "Champagne through a straw?"

"Sure!" Lana snaked a long arm out toward an ice-bucket by the bed, and
grabbed an open magnum of champagne.  With surprising dexterity she
slipped two fingers into Ali's vagina and spread it open wider, then
with her other hand poured more champagne inside until the wine
overflowed and began to run down the crack of her ass.

Alixia gasped and wiggled her hips on her hill of pillows.  "Are you
all right, sweetheart?" I asked, and Ali giggled something about tingly
bubbles.  Can alcohol get into your bloodstream through your vagina?  I
don't know, but Ali certainly seemed to be having a good time!

"Watch this, Mom!" Liz told me, and put her lips back to her straw.
But instead of sucking up more wine, she blew into the straw.  A shriek
came from Ali's throat as a gurgling noise came from her cunt, and a
great spurt of champagne splashed all over the captive girl's ass.
Well, I didn't want all that wine to go to waste, so I dropped to my
knees and jammed my tongue into the bottom (normally the top) of the
crack of Ali's ass, letting the champagne flow down onto my taste buds.
 After a moment I could see that the only wine left on Ali's ass was a
tiny puddle right in the brown pucker of her anus, so I dove right in,
licking and probing as Ali squealed and kicked futilely against her
bonds.

Lana laughed, "You think that got a good reaction?  Watch this!"  She
sucked up enough wine from Ali's sweet pussy to completely fill her
straw.  Then she carefully withdrew the straw and pointed it straight
at Ali's exposed clitoris.  With a quick puff she blasted the straw
full of wine at point-blank range onto that swollen nub.

Ali convulsed again, even harder this time, and the eruption of
champagne from her cunt spattered all over my face.  Lana laughed, but
whether it was at poor Ali's hopeless passion, or my face dripping with
wine, was hard to tell.  She abruptly tossed her straw away and moved
to straddle Ali's face, lowering her hairless cunt toward Ali's
lust-crazed mouth.  Then Lana dipped her tongue slowly and carefully to
lick the sensitive bud she had just blasted with champagne.  It was as
if Lana wanted to make amends by kissing Ali's clitty all better.

I gazed as Lana licked and teased at Ali's helpless cunt, admiring her
skill as her tongue danced a delicate ballet from our little
secretary's ass-hole to her clitty, frequently plunging into her well
of champagne between.  Ali's little feet struggled, kicking in their
bonds as Lana's tongue became a blur, flicking back and forth across
her clit.  Her cute bum writhed as I jammed my tongue deep into her
ass-hole.

Lana's eyes met mine and we grinned at each other as we slowly licked
our way toward each other.  Our tongues met at the champagne hole, like
two serpents coming to drink from the same pond.  Slowly and sinuously
our tongues intertwined, slithering around each other like two mating
reptiles diving into the well of bliss.

Lana became more and more agitated as our deep sharing probed little
Ali's cunt.  It could only be because Ali was giving as good as she
got, licking away at whatever part of Lana's nether-region she could
reach.  Suddenly Lana reared up and yelled, like a mare whose orgasm is
so strong she must separate herself from the stallion before it becomes
totally too much to bear.

Wow!  I wondered.  I was going to have to ask Alixia how she did that!

"Oh, Mom, look at you!  You're such a mess!  Let me get those clothes
off you and get you cleaned up!"  Liz climbed off the bed and circled
behind me to loosen the ribbons that barely held the back of my dress
closed.  As I was still kneeling, she pulled the dress down to my
knees, leaving me mostly naked, as I hadn't bothered to put bra or
panties back on after that encounter with Sue.

Then Liz began to release the tie that bound Ali's left ankle, and
sensing that Liz had something specific in mind, I untied the other
one. Somehow we managed to dig sexy little Ali out from between the
pillow pile and the magnificent figure of Lana who still knelt over her
face.

Gently we pushed Lana back, and she bounced slightly as she toppled
onto the bed with her knees still wide apart.  A clearly defined tan
line told us exactly what kind of miniscule bikini she favored, and it
left very little room for pubic hair at all, so it was just as well
that she had none.

Our helper Alixia had already tasted the delights to be found there;
and as to Liz, I figured age before beauty, so I dove right in.  Lana
had a powerful sweet-musky smell that was not at all unpleasant.  It
was a potent blend of pheromones that drew me straight into her
fuck-tunnel, without permitting even the tiniest pause at clit or pussy
lips.  All I wanted, all I could want, was to stab my tongue deeper and
deeper in search of the mystery of her unique taste.

Reaching around Lana's thighs, my fingers separated her pussy lips
wide, to let my tongue explore even deeper.  Her engorged clit leaped
forth, right in front of my nose, but even that did not distract me
from my quest.  Beyond that siren nub, Ali and Liz were treating our
guest to a tit-licking in stereo.  Lana's little brown nipples spiked
up hard between the girls' gently nibbling teeth as Lana cried out, "Oh
Yes!  Bite me!  Do me!"

The girls obliged, and I was worried they might draw blood, but not
very worried.  The girls would be careful.  My eyes met Liz's, and then
glanced at the throbbing clitoris before me.  With the psychic bond
that passes between mother and daughter she instantly understood my
dilemma. Her near hand disappeared below the edge of the bed, and I
knew she was collecting moisture from between her own thighs, giving
herself a quick rub in the process.  Then she reached out with slippery
fingers to grasp Lana's clit.

Most of my attention was on trying to find Lana's cervix with my
tongue. But it was just too far.  Abruptly I curled my tongue upward to
lick at the top wall of her vagina, just as Liz's fingers closed on the
delicate flesh that poked out from the hood before me.  Lana let out a
deafening shriek, and at that moment a powerful spurt of delightful
nectar virtually blasted against my upper lip, squirting into my nose
and eyes as her hips bucked up against my mouth.  It was only by luck
that I kept from getting a cut lip as that powerful pelvis banged up
into my mouth, and it was only by instinct that I kept the pressure up
against that one sweet spot within her vagina.

My arms around Lana's thighs held on for dear life as she bucked and
thrashed against me.  Liz gave me an evil grin as she continued to
munch on Lana's nipple and play with her clitoris.  She winked at me,
the sort of wink that could only mean, "Ride 'em, cowgirl!"  And so I
had to, for I wasn't going to release my tongue's hold on Lana's
g-spot, nor was Liz about to release her clit.

Gradually Lana's thrashing became faster and faster, but wiggling less
and less far, until she was virtually a rigid quivering mass,
whimpering for release.  Again the eye contact between mother and
daughter resulted in us both relenting at the same moment, leaving Lana
to collapse totally.

For the moment, I think Liz and I were willing to give Lana a chance to
recover, but Ali had other ideas.  Even as we backed away, Ali climbed
up on top of the exhausted security woman, bringing one slippery
hairless pussy down on top of another.  The champagne cunt met the
gusher, and the two most famous fluids of the gods blended in the
heaven that can only exist between four female thighs.

Ali straddled Lana's right leg, and lifted her left, allowing their
pussies the closest and most intimate contact.  Lana was sobbing, with
tears rolling from her eyes down her temples to disappear in her lush
reddish-brown hair.  She moaned something about not being able to take
any more; but Ali, Liz and I knew she didn't mean it.  After all, if an
orgasm is good, then twenty are better, right?

Lana reached to grab Alixia's little 32B tits, her hard fingernails
sinking into the deeply tanned latina flesh, but Ali responded by just
moaning, and increasing both the tempo and pressure of her pussy
grinding against Lana's.  Moments later they were both choking out
noises of women in the midst of climax.

Ali fell forward on top of the much taller woman as they both struggled
to catch their breath.  I looked around for Liz, and there she was,
just finishing strapping on the dildo we had yet to return to Zeta.
Ali was just crawling up on Lana's body to bring her clawed breasts to
the taller woman's mouth.  Liz smiled broadly at the wide selection of
targets available to her hard white rubber weapon.  There was Alixia's
pretty ass-hole winking at us above the pretty pink lips of her cunt,
but of course our guest came first.

I moved to help out by lifting Lana's ankles high in the air as Liz
knelt with her knees on either side of the security woman's ass and
deftly slipped the dildo into the rich cave so recently vacated by my
tongue.  Slowly and deliberately Liz slid in until there was only 1" of
shaft left exposed, then equally carefully withdrew.  She set up a
smooth, gentle fucking rhythm, never completely sliding all the way in,
but always withdrawing so that Lana's pussy had to be re-penetrated on
each stroke.  Slowly in, giving all the fake veins a chance to make
themselves felt against each inch of Lana's cunt.  Slowly out, drawing
her rich cunt cream toward the surface.  Liz steadied herself by
holding onto Lana's ankles, but after several minutes of slow, even
fucking, Lana started to kick.

"Aftha!" Lana's voice was muffled by Ali's breast filling her mouth,
"Ahdah!"  Of course both Liz and I knew what she was trying to say, but
of course it would be more fun to pretend not to understand, and Liz
just kept up the same steady pace.  Gradually Lana got more and more
frantic, thrashing around with her legs and trying to grind her pussy
harder onto that maddening cock.  But Ali's full weight was lying on
her, so there was a limit to her movement.

Lana started to whimper in her frustration, and slowly that whimper
grew to a whine.  Still, Liz kept up her slow deliberate fuck.  I had
to help restrain Lana's thrashing feet as that dildo slid inexorably in
and out of her.  I kept watching to see if smoke would start to come
curling out of her ears.

Instead, finally Lana twisted her head to the side to free it from
Alixia's silencing breasts.  "Fuck me hard, you teasing bitch!" she
screamed.  But still Liz kept up the relentlessly slow pace.  Liz had
no fear of cumming and going soft.  She was comfortably settled in and
could fuck Lana for hours if she felt like it.

Lana's pleas for a harder and faster fucking came in more and more
colorful language, and it was all I could do not to burst out in
laughter and her pitiful condition.  One glance at Liz told me she was
thinking exactly the same thing.  I have no idea where Ali's head was
at, except that she kept trying to stuff her nipples back in Lana's
mouth, and often succeeded as the older woman obviously found her
thoroughly delightful.

Finally Lana seemed to lose a little bit of the fight that was in her,
and momentarily seemed content to moan into Ali's firm breast.  I
tapped my daughter ever so slightly on the ass, but that was all the
signal she needed to begin to fuck her victim harder and deeper.  Lana
came fully back to life, begging for more, and even more as Liz picked
up the pace.

Liz lengthened her stroke until the base of her fake cock began to bang
against Lana's clit, and in seconds Lana was cumming like crazy,
bucking her hips up and down and trying to find the best angle for
Liz's powerful piston to drive into her.

Liz just kept on pounding, and Lana kept on cumming, saturating the
sheets until she cried out that she could take no more.  But Liz wasn't
finished yet.  She was really getting into the whole business of being
on the user end of the strap on, and since Lana was so beautifully
lubricated by the huge volume of her own fuck-fluids, Liz just kept on
going like a crazed Duracel bunny.

Lana began sobbing from an excess of stimulation, and I put a mother's
hand on Liz's shoulder.  My daughters are nothing if not sensitive to
others, and she rapidly slowed the pace and depth of her penetration of
her lover.  When she finally came to a stop after almost half an hour
of pussy pounding, she rested a minute before slowly pulling out of
Lana's sated love tunnel.

Liz leaned forward and kissed Ali's ass and the two moved to lie
quietly on either side of their heroine who had rescued Ali from the
nasty French Connection.  Just then, I heard a noise from down in the
showroom, and ran to the top of the stairs.  There I beheld my other
twin climbing the steps hand-in-hand with Rendy.

"So where have you been, young lady?" I demanded.

"Don't worry, I've been in good hands!"  Jessie glanced at Rendy, "Very
good hands!"

There are times when a mother knows better than to ask.