Date: Fri, 3 Feb 2017 22:44:05 -0800
From: Rabbit Test <rabbit.test.5@gmail.com>
Subject: HER PRIVATE PLACE

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WARNING: If lesbian sex, incest, public display, reluctance and humiliation
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Story 1. "Initiating Her Pets"
Story 2. "Lost Inside Lisa's Twat"
Story 3. "Lesbian Day at the Beach"
Story 4. "Family Pussy House (part 1)"
This story is still in the "Lisa's Twat" universe, but the connection is
not apparant until I finish the island story.
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HER PRIVATE PLACE

High school girl eats pussy while hidden from her prey.

by Rabbit Test 5 (rabbit.test.5@gmail.com)



I really can't help it. Why must I be so attracted to pussy?

Here I am: pretty, blonde, in wonderful shape – I'm even on the school
football-cheerleading and volleyball teams. I'm a perfect candidate for
some handsome boyfriend and fairytale romance with the admiration of my
peers. Instead, all I can think about is a girl's waistline.

I can't help myself. Most don't know. Only the girls I visit are my
confidants; They won't out me if they expect my services. It works. All I
want is to nestle my head between a girl's legs and lick and suck and play
and... be alone.

I don't like being watched. I don't even want my girls to look at me while
I eat them. I want my lust all to myself. My one-on-one sessions below the
waist is between me and their womanhood. The more times I can have it: the
more times I will eat it. It's embarrassing enough I'm a slave to their
female anatomy, having them watch me do it takes away all my fun. My
favorite fantasy is to come upon a woman's genitalia undiscovered, and
explore the unsuspecting flesh. It doesn't know what I want, and I act as
if I don't know what I want. We invent a partnership – my lips to pussy
lips – and share our desires by mixing pussy juice with my mouth
juice. I do what it wants me to do. Sometimes, it's shy, like me. But it
eventually begs me to kiss it, play with it, adore it.

And there we are – alone. Clit to lips, tongue to vag, in love. Our
love. No one else's.

And so, I eat pussy under the covers, under skirts, under desks, half the
time in darkness. Just me and the warm, oozing flesh. That's all I want. Is
that asking for too much?

Often times, in the showers at school I am transfixed by my teammate's
"V"s; My body melts when my eyes lock on a girl's naked waist – the way
I used to when I'd look at myself in a long mirror when I was younger. (If
only my upper mouth could connect to my lower mouth...)

Befriending a few girls, I'd get invited to their houses after school. From
there, they have a good idea what I want. Usually, we are in her room with
the door silently locked, kissing for a little while, feeling each other
up, until the moment I glide my hand into their panties, bathing suit, or
jeans. Sometimes, they aren't wearing anything at all underneath!
(Delicious!)

Having a girl's pulsing sex in my soft palm releases the serotonin in my
blood. As the girl purrs, my mouth begins to water. Soon, my hands are
tugging on waistbands, and pussies and bottoms are revealed. In seconds, I
am falling to my knees, and my face falls into the soft valley, and I
inhale and coo.

Pressing my nose and mouth deeper into the burning sex – I am just
getting started. Sometimes, I can't help myself and I take the girl's
beautiful ass cheeks in my hands and spreading them, I dive underneath from
the other side. Dragging my face through the forest of pubic hair, my nose
acting as an anchor drawn across the ocean floor until it gets caught up in
something holding it firmly in place. Trapped in her hole, my tongue
replaces my nose and it jabs inside the girl for security as my lips
explore the surrounding landscape. After all, I must get a little taste in
the open before I disappear for some privacy.

My first time with my Asian girlfriend, Emily, she was wearing a wonderful
floral summer dress. She stood against the bedroom door and I was lifting
her skirt over my head. Her thighs were clapped together like the two
sporting noisemakers she kept slamming together during my volleyball match.
Starting between her dimpled knees, I'd run my nose slowly up between her
pale columns, kissing and sucking on her nervous flesh, here... and
there... until I was at her doorway of pubic hair.

Enticed by the aroma emanating from behind her entrance, my nose knocked
several times. Groans could be heard, but the door remained closed. So then
my mouth came into play. I opened it and out came my tongue knocking again
– only to hear the groans getting louder.

Gently, my oral snake pushed through her plump folds and pull out her ruddy
clit and clitoris, in protest mind you, into my oral warehouse for
safe-keeping where I bathed the organs and drained them of the profuse
honey exuding from them.

And the rest is history.

So here I am. An attractive pussy eating high school girl with confused
girls fawning over her, boys constantly flirting with her, and all she can
think about is some nice pussy in the noonday sun calling out to her for
love and affection...

Weekend visits were my favorite. Usually, a girl would ask me to come spend
the weekend at her home with her family. Of course, that was code for `make
me cum for 2 ½ days'. And I did. If I balked or was too tired, all the
girl had to do was pull down here panties or lift her skirt and I would be
hypnotized into following her anywhere.

On these weekends, besides the lesbian sex when we got to her home, or in
the night, or in the morning, or in the bathroom, or at another friend's
house, or with other friends and family members who would visit – we
would be brazen in public.

Don't get me wrong though. My private audience with a girl's sex does not
mean I don't like to take risks: The threat of being found out added spice
to an already tasty meal. I've had girls under the bleachers in plain sight
during games with the crowds seated overhead. I've had teachers in their
cars and in the break rooms where anyone could happen upon us at any
moment.

You could put me in a room with family and friends and I'd be comfortable
on the couch eating pussy right there in front of everyone so long as I was
under cover – a girl's skirt, a blanket, under a sun dress, in a closet,
etc. It's not that I care anyone knows it is me under there, I only care
about my private time with my prize.

There was this one girl who was quite adventuresome, Abigail, who couldn't
keep her hands off me when I was there on a trip with her family to the
Cape. When no one was looking, she was always sneaking little kisses on my
shoulder, cheek or arm. Following her parents out to the car, the petite
brown haired nymph would steal a kiss on the back of my shoulder as she
fondled my ass.

On the long drive, Abigail sat next to me, giving up the window seat behind
her mother to sit in the middle so she could hear what her parents were
saying in front, or so she said to her mom and dad.

Soon, she'd would feign she was cold and snatched a blanket from the back
of the SUV and spread it over the two of us. Then the girl went to work.

With my right arm around her waist, I lightly massaged her side with my
fingertips. She would face my window and her hands would be rubbing me all
over. After a short time, she'd run a hand up under my shirt and stroke my
braless tits and play with my nipples while I too looked out the
window. Soon, she would dip her fingers under the hem of my shorts and
massage the indents the elastic waist band would make across my hip and
midsection for a while before dropping her fingers down over my shaven
vulva. I would just relax, and shift my hips forward and open my legs,
presenting my sex to the eager teen as she would rest her head against my
arm.

To the outside world, a smaller, brown haired girl was resting her head on
the arm of her friend, a bigger, blonde athlete, eyes closed, resting on a
long drive across the interstate. In the hidden world underneath the
covers, the girl was happily toying with my sex.

My eyes were glassy while Abigail fiddled about for hours. She couldn't get
enough of me. When it had gotten dark as we had another hour to get to our
destination, the girl had some of the blanket over her face and her head
made its way a little lower and next to my chest.

By this time, Abigail had my shirt up over my tits. Taking her sticky, wet
fingers on up, she marinated my right utter with my own girly fluids. Her
mom was asleep, her father humming to the music on the radio.

It was then that Abigail latched onto my breast with her mouth, and, for
the next hour, their daughter sucked on my tit, which was only interrupted
when she could smear more of my secretions all around my mammillary before
she returned to licking and biting and consuming my tit once again with her
mouth, again and again.

After arriving at the hotel, we all went out for dinner, and then enjoyed
some TV before going to bed. It was a single room with two queen size
beds. Abigail's parents had one, and she and I shared the other.

There were so many things we couldn't do, but the devil was in the
details. It was fun trying to discover what we could do. So though she
couldn't lay on top of me, we kissed side by side – quietly. No smacking
of lips. No moaning. Little or no movement. After all, we were supposed to
be sleeping.

There we laid with only the room heater humming in the room, off and
on. We'd play tongue to tongue in the dark. Nipple tugs, finger clit
massages, ass squeezing abound. God I love touching a girl's body.

When we finally fell asleep, we held each other closely; the brown haired
girl placed her head against my chest underneath my chin.

In the morning, Abigail's parents were already awake in bed as we began to
stir. Abigail had one leg up and I had two of my fingers buried inside her
overnight. Abby shifted her position facing her parents who were now
getting out of their bed. The action under the covers shifted and I snaked
my arm behind her small frame and between her open legs so that I could
move my wrist back and forth and finger fuck her under the covers while her
mom and dad walked around the bed, dresser and TV for suitcase items.

Abigail was a pro at this kind of deception as she would carry on in normal
conversation with her parents - all the while, her goo glazed my hand.

We were even able to take a shower together with the door locked while her
parents fussed around the room. We rubbed our naked bodies together in the
shower, kissed and masturbated each other with soapy hands, taking turns
sucking on each other's tits at the same time.

After the hot shower, I sat Abby on the toilet. As I went down on her,
she'd draped the large towel over me. Alone at last! Oh, my love, freshly
clean, still warm to the touch, my little friend's pussy was pliant and
scrumptious.

Abby would rest a hand on the towel where my head lay as she would check
her nails and pluck at her nipples. Already wound up from the night before,
I unfortunately didn't get much time to enjoy my bounty. But she more than
made up for it by cumming in buckets.

She squirted so much frothy white cream, I was swallowing her necter for
minutes. Coming up for air, she took care of the rest, licking my face
clean, and kissing me deeply. What little was left, I massaged over chest
and shoulders, so that when I'd sneak a kiss later in the day, I could
still taste her cum. And if I'd see it crust or flake, I'd steal Abby into
a dark corner somewhere and quickly lick up the debris; It dissolving like
snowflakes on my tongue.

Shortly afterward, Abigail's mom knocked on the door. "Are you two alright
in there?"

Her daughter released my breast from her lips, and said, "We're almost
done, mom!", and then returned her nursing my tits while I held my arms
above my head, brushing my hair.

Those were good times...

Then there was this time with another girl. I remember one day after
school, I followed my friend Daisy home. She was from my English class. I
loved her brown skin and long dark hair that almost went down to her
waist. Her figure was a little fuller than the other girls making her
appear older and mature.

Well, it turned out her mom worked the night shift, and was always upstairs
sleeping when Daisy came home, until the early evening. One thing would
progress into another, until there I was on my knees between Daisy's legs
as she laid back on the couch. The TV was on low and I encouraged her to
enjoy her afternoon show while I explored her crotch. She held a couch
pillow just below her breasts blocking me out, and so that I could have my
`privacy'.

She was gorgeous down there. I had trimmed her pussy a few days before; the
very short dark hair seemed to blend into her olive complexion. Her pussy
lips were a couple of shades darker, but inside, her vaginal artistry was
ruby red and glistened in the warm afternoon light. What was I waiting for!

I took my time sucking on this girl. I wanted every drop secreted from her
erogenous sex. I locked myself to her by wrapping my arms around her raised
thighs and melding my lips inside her labia.

Daisy, relaxed and having trouble focusing on her television program,
moaned quietly.

"What'cha doing?"

Winnie, Daisy's 13-year-old sister stood at the end of the
couch. Instantly, Daisy's eyes crashed onto the figure of her
sister. Panicking, she tried forcing the couch pillow at her chest down
over my head to push me away. But I was in the zone. Nothing was going to
break my bond with the girl's genitalia – also another good reason I was
an athlete in school, and much stronger than most girly girls.

Daisy struggled to get me away from her. "Winnie! What are you doing home!
You don't belong here!"

"What's Maggie doing down there? Are you hurt?"

"No! Get out of here!" Daisy commanded, still trying to free herself from
me to no avail.

Daisy stretched across the couch reaching out to her sister and grabbed her
wrist. At the same time, Winnie had full view of her sister's bare midriff
and my mouth clamped to her big sister's pussy.

"Winnie, wait. Don't wake mom!"

"Why is Maggie on you there? Is she hurting you?"

"No. No, Win, let me explain..."

"I should get mommy," and Winnie tried to break free of Daisy's grip.

I was loving this. In my mind, I was revealing my devotion to Daisy's sex
as a statement to my love for all vagina's in the world and I wasn't going
to betray my adoration just because the world was suddenly looking at me
(go figure).

(In fact, from my vantage point on the floor, I'd glimpsed the top of the
front door behind the couch opening. It could have been anyone – even
Daisy's mom. Considering the brazen tactics I'd shared with Abigail and
others in the past – being found out was just another step measuring my
devotion. Pussy and me, forever!)

"No! No wait. Win, wait," Daisy tried to reason. "Look. Look! See what
Maggie's doing? She's making me feel better..."

Winnie's curiosity for the moment began to squelch her need to get away and
inform her mother.

"What do you mean? How is she helping you?"

"You see, Win... well you know. When you're in bed at night, don't you
sometimes find yourself rubbing down there? Doesn't that feel good?"

"Umm... well, sometimes..."

"Good, well then haven't you even done more or thought about doing
more...?"

"I don't know, Daisy. This looks really weird."

Daisy pulled her sister around to the front of the couch, with, yup, yours
truly, still orally glued to her sex. The older girl then placed her hand
on her sister' butt and rubbed it. "See, doesn't' that feel good?"

I'm not sure how she could tell as Winnie's ass was frozen solid from the
strange and unfamiliar touch.

"I don't know..."

Daisy persisted. She ran her fingers down Winnie's vice-grip tight ass
crack to a small opening between her legs and rubbed. "See Win, doesn't
that feel good?" Daisy couldn't tell if her sister was being
persuaded. Looking down and annoyed at me, she dragged herself (and me) a
little closer to Winnie.

"See sis. You can't argue the feeling, right? Doesn't that feel good?"

Not wanting to say anything, Winnie relaxed her legs little by little as
her big sister's finger became two and then three stroking her sex between
her legs. The little girl placed her hand on the top of my head.

"But... what... what is Maggie doing? Does that feel better?" Winnie asked
in a coy voice.

Daisy looked down at me: I was a lamprey feasting on Daisy's added
excitement and the sister-sister interaction. Both were delicious!

"Well, sure, Win. It feels terrific." Daisy encouraged. "You want Maggie to
do this to you after me?"

Winnie thought for a moment. "No, I want you to do it," she said
mischievously.

Daisy's mouth was agape. "Me!" she gasped. "No sis. Not me. I'm not... I
mean, I... don't..."

"I want you to do it to me, or I'm going to tell mommy."

"But Win, I've never... I don't do that. I'm not a lesbian!" Daisy was
trapped.

"She's doing that to you. You do it to me – or I'm going to tell."

"Come on Winnie, Maggie loves to do it..."

"Mom! Mo...!"

"OK, OK – stop it! Here..." Daisy said in a suppressed, yet gruff
voice. She grabbed the waistband of Winnie's sport shorts and yanked then
down to her ankles in one quick motion. "Take then off," Daisy said.

There was so much to see. As my mouth and tongue continued to suck and play
with Daisy's sex, I watched Winnie pull her shorts, sneakers and socks
off. Daisy used the remote to turn off the TV and laid on her back as she
instructed her younger sister up onto the couch and straddle her face. I
watched the nubile teen's brown bottom spread as she lowered herself over
Daisy's face - Daisy helped steady her over her mouth.

I think Daisy was really getting hot from both my work, and this added
activity making her secrete more fluids than usual. My tummy was happy at
the thought of getting more pussy juice. I moaned as I watched Daisy adjust
her arms under and around his little sister's thighs, sliding her hands
over Winnie's ass cheeks, before moving around to the little girl's
tummy. So Daisy wasn't so against it, I thought. I'll bet she had
fantasized about eating pussy before.

Yay! A new member for our tribe!

Although I'm usually a quiet pussy eater, Daisy was slurping and sucking
her first pussy like a vacuum run amok. She seemed to clamp her mouth on
anything and everything near her mouth. Winnie didn't seem to care; she was
enjoying her first ride on the Daisy train. She rocked here hips forward
and back and I could see her older sister's tongue flash over the little
girl's anus.

So I wanted to see if I could direct her like a puppet, but instead of
putting my hand up her butt – though that would be a real sexy thing to
do – I wanted to see if I could control and guide her with my mouth and
tongue.

First, I needed to get her attention. She seemed too caught up in the
moment and undirected. So I took hold of the girl's clitoris with my teeth
and pulled. The sharp pain seemed to cause Daisy to pause.

Next, I broke my lip lock with her raw cleft, and began to lap her like a
dog, but slowly, from her butt hole up to her vulva and then back down
again.

Daisy seemed to catch on, but she was using her vacuum-like mouth to do the
deed instead of an open tongue as I could see Winnie lift herself in
adjustment to her sister's rough treatment. My teeth took hold of Daisy's
clitoris again and I pulled. The older girl let out a smothered yelped into
Winnie's pelvis. I then, again, slowly dragged my tongue again up and down.

I think she got it this time.

Winnie seemed to settle down on her sister's face and I noticed the older
girl's tongue start at the little girl's asshole, and then disappear with
Winnie's hips gliding back, and then forward again until Daisy's tongue
reappeared back at the little girl's butt hole once more.

That's it, my little brown puppet, follow my lead. Winnie took Daisy's long
hair and wrapped it around her thighs as she sat on her big sister's
face. Perhaps this was a sign these girls were going to be inseparable –
mouth to pussy.

We spent the afternoon like this. Without a word, I was able to communicate
to Daisy how to eat her younger sister's pussy. We were a Mexican train and
I was the engineer steering it deeper into lesbian lands ahead.

Their mother hadn't woken up until after dinnertime because the house was
so quiet. Downstairs, we girls had spent all our time inspecting and
exploring each other's bodies. With me still latched onto Daisy's cunt,
Winnie got between my legs and let her curiosity lead her licking and
tasting her first pussy.

I finally decided to give Daisy what she wanted and made her cum as her
little sister licked and probed my sex.

What a terrific day that was. Alas, I didn't see much of Daisy after
that. The sisters kept to themselves. I often saw them holding hands in
public and Winnie planting baby kisses on whatever part of her sister's
body was closest to her lips. The child seemed to have a crush on her older
sister. Daisy would put an arm around her little sister's waist and hug
here all the time. They really didn't need me anymore.

Moving on...

I was spending the night with this one girl I'd been with for a while,
Nancy. She was blonde like me and similar in build and looks only her eyes
were brown and mine are blue.

And unlike me, Nancy had this ginormous clit.

OK, well, no woman wants to hear that about themselves. (Me, well, I wish I
had one!) But I'm sorry – I just love pussy so much I tend to describe
it in terms regardless of how the host might describe themselves.

And like a child, I tend to over exaggerate the size of the meal I'd had
– she had an enlarged clit much like the size of my baby finger. But in
my mouth it just felt so large and... perversely adult.

The summer nights were hot, and we usually slept naked in her bed. After a
wonderful night of gushing cum into each other's mouths, and licking the
perspiration from each other's bodies, we would relax and casually nurse on
each other's breasts; Nancy's nipples were always pointed. I'd reach
between her open legs and dip inside her until my fingers were all
wet. Then I'd spread it over her tit like frosting on a cupcake.

We would both eat it.

At the same time, we'd talk about other girls while we did this, and
imagined the lesbian debauchery we wanted to inflict on Ms. Miller, our
history teacher.  While Nancy teased my nipple with her tongue and teeth, I
told her I wanted to spent the night between her legs sucking on her,
openly – but if she was alright if I put the sheet over her head.

"Baby, you can eat my pussy anyway you like," she'd say, and then we'd kiss
and held each other under the bed sheet until she fell asleep in my arms.

Private time!

I gingerly rolled my lover onto her back and took the bed sheet and raised
it over her head, above her waist. I then inched myself lower, enjoying her
smooth skin and beautiful female form in the moonlight.

Opening her pelvis like a butterfly spreading its wings, I then got
comfortable between her thighs. With my face, I nestled into her
womanhood. I could feel her large clit harden against my cheek. So I then
cradled her engorged organ between my lips and nursed on it much like a
child does sucking their thumb.

We colluded, the two of us: Her pussy and me. We explored an affinity each
held for the other. I'd lather it, and it would lather me...

Until I fell off to sleep, little beads of girly juice would spread over my
tongue and coat my lips. All I could think of was that this was the best
any Sapphic pussy loving girl would want...

Then... I remembered waking up startled in the middle of the night with an
excessive amount of fluids spraying lazily inside my mouth. I quickly
realized where I was and could only grin and swallow my lover's
ejaculate. Nancy's clit quivered against my tongue, though the girl was
still asleep.

"It's be OK, my love," I told it in my mind. "Mommy's here to comfort you."
And I closed my lips around the organ once again.

Wow, I thought. She came in her sleep! God damn it, I love girls! I rested
my mouth for several minutes, not releasing my friend's clit, letting my
girl's throbbing organ calm down. While I waited, I focused on the taste in
my mouth – the frothy girl aphrodisiac reminded me of taking a can of
whip cream and spraying it in my mouth.

Images of girls lined up spraying whip cream from their clits into kneeling
girl's mouths preoccupied my mind until they became dreams...

... dreams, and more dreams, until...

... my body shook, was being shaken, gently. At first, still half asleep, I
gave Nancy's clit a reassuring tug by sucking it deeper between my lips.

Then, another more persistent shake began at my shoulder and I suddenly
realized a hand had gripped me. Clit still in my mouth, I opened my blurry
eyes and tried to register the figure leaning over me...

It was Nancy's mom!

"You have to leave now." She said quietly, but sternly.

Instinctively, I sucked Nancy's clit into my mouth a couple of times before
beginning the process of releasing my girl's honey maker. The night long
milking had somewhat fused Nancy's pussy flesh to my crusty lips. Her clit
flesh pealed obscenely from my oral borders. Nancy's mother, looking down
at me, waited patiently until I was free. Once released, the enlarge organ
looked angry at me for leaving and tried to spit at me, but only managed to
dribble the thin fluid for what it was famous.

(Oh how I wanted to lick it up!)

I slowly extricated myself from her daughter and immediately felt the
warmth of my lover's thighs and crotch dissipate around me. I shivered a
little, standing not fully erect, naked in front of her mother.

Nancy still had the sheet over her head and upper torso: She was naked and
exposed to the open air from just below her breasts.

Suddenly, I only wanted to protected my lover from the embarrassment of her
own mother seeing her daughter exposed in such a way – I wanted to throw
myself down to cover her and protect her from her mother's judgement...

"You have to leave now." She said. Her arms folded across her chest.

A little dejected and embarrassed, I quickly put on my panties and jeans
and then threw my sweater over my head. Still not fully dressed, I silently
moved past my girlfriend's mom and out the bedroom door. I shuffled slowly
down the hall way buttoning my jeans and slipping on my sneakers – and
realized I was alone; Nancy's mom didn't follow me out.

No matter. I fussed to get presentable and then remembered I'd forgotten my
school books in my pack. I had to have them to study at home.

Oh, damn!

So I cautiously turned around and moved back toward Nancy's room.

I heard a little thud coming from Nancy's brother Daniel's room. He was
about 12 and was probably just waking up. Wanting to go undetected, I very
quietly made my way to Nancy's doorway and peered inside.

What I saw next, I find hard to explain. So I will just say what I saw...

Nancy's mom was at the foot of her daughter's bed going into a crouch and
slid her body between my lover's legs. I froze right there behind the door,
looking in.

Nancy's mom seemed to be inspecting the sleeping girl's genitalia. Not
touching her, mind you, but looking over every fold and crease until I
could see she was focusing her attention on Nancy's large clit.

Oh my god! That's mine! I thought. Don't you...

Have you ever seen something happen so fast, but yet in your mind you swear
you saw it happen in slow motion?

That is what is was like when my lover's mother swallow her daughter's
large clit.

I couldn't believe it! It was like the older woman was overcome with the
sight and couldn't fight the impulse to put it in her mouth. Her tongue
barely passed her lips before she came into contact with my girl's
protruding vaginal appendage.

Damn it!

Oh, oh...

Nancy began to stir. I'm sure at first she was thinking it was my way of
saying good morning. I could see her chest rise and fall and impressions of
her arms move to her tits under the sheet. She was tugging on the nipples
pointing them to the sky.

But her mother couldn't fool her for long before the daughter realized
something was different and wrong. You see, I knew what my lover liked, and
her mother didn't. Anticipating a fight, Nancy's mom curled her arms around
her daughter's thighs.

I watched Nancy lower the sheet off her head and she gasped. "Oh my god!
Mom! Stop it!"

Nancy tried wresting her body around to break free of her mother's obscene
folly, but the woman held on tight and continued sucking and lapping her
pussy. Soon my girl could do nothing but succumb to her feelings. I know;
she is weak that way – how do you think I got her to be mine in the
first place?

Despite her continual and weakening protests, Nancy in effect could only
lie there and take it; take her mother's passion. The older woman licked
and slurped, grunted and groaned. My lover's pussy was a canvas for her to
paint on with her tongue; her paints were a mix of saliva and my teen
girl's cream.

"Oh, mother...!" Nancy continued to squirm, but differently now. Her
breathing became ragged, her hips heaved into the air and then back down
again. It was when the girl's mother started sucking her oversized clit
like a penis, that the girl's legs began to tremor, her hands grabbing her
mother's head ramming it deeper into her pussy. "Eat me! Eat me! Eat me!"

Explosion!

The daughter spewed essence into her mother's throat – so much so that I
could actually hear the woman swallow loudly several times, moaning into
her sweet daughter's pelvis.

Nothing like a perverted cum, I thought. You always spew the most when
you're doing something scandalous or disgraceful or what seems repugnant at
the time.

After what seemed like forever, Nancy finally collapsed in a heap of sweat
and calmly caressed her tits.

Wrapping her legs loosely around her mother's head, the older woman openly
lapped her daughter's pussy lazily cleaning my lover's sex.

Well... well...

Now was as good a time as any for me to retrieve my pack.

I snuck into the room but they both looked up and obviously saw me come in.

"I forgot my pack," I said awkwardly and crossed the room and grabbed the
shoulder strap. Both returned to what they were doing as I made my way back
to the bedroom doorway. Nancy's mom serenely lapped and sucked at my
lover's pussy and thighs loudly. Nancy was absently squeezing her breasts,
content. Our eyes connected just before I passed the door; She smiled,
weakly.

Tiptoeing down the hallway, right after I passed Daniel's room, the door
opened.

"What's going on? Where's my mom?"

Suddenly, another perverse thought caught me. "They're in your sister's
room eating breakfast..." is what I thought I would say... maybe because I
was jealous... maybe I thought I'd lost another one to the cause... maybe
I'm just a wicked and degenerate person.

But I didn't say it.

Instead I said, "She's not feeling well, Danny. How about I make you some
breakfast?"

"Yeah, cool. OK," he said, and together we went forward into the kitchen
where I made him some eggs, sausage and toast.

About twenty minutes later, both Nancy and her mom came into the kitchen
all disheveled from their love making. I spotted a new welt on my
ex-lover's neck, and then several more on her mother's neck, shoulders and
upper chest.

Both were conscious of my gazed and attempted to hide their love wounds.

"Sorry your sick mom."

"Wha... oh, yes. Your sister and I caught something last night, I think..."

Then Nancy intervened. "We're both going to stay home today in bed. Danny,
can you get to school OK?"

"I'll take him," I said.

Que Sera, Sera...

I work now. I get paid to eat pussy, if you can believe that! I'm a bottom
girl at this lesbian island resort where I'm naked all day and I suck on
pussy under tables or during other events where the patrons would enjoy a
girl like me between her legs while they relaxed or enjoyed a show. I can
happily say I've eaten pussy from all around the globe.

I couldn't ask for more than that. I wouldn't want to.