Date: Wed, 20 Mar 2013 14:22:32 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jan None <janmay696@yahoo.com>
Subject: Mother Daughter Exhange Club 17 (lesbian/adult youth, oral ff/FF, F/f

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descriptions of explicit sexual acts between a young
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         Mother Daughter Exchange Club 17
                  The Wedding
                       By
                      Jan

	It was a surprise when my teacher was handed a
note from a school messenger.  She looked at me and
said, "Kathleen, you are summoned to the principal's
office immediately."  I made my way slowly while
mulling over what I could have done to incur the
wrath of the school principal.  When I opened the
door to the secretary's office I saw Beverly sitting
on the wooden couch wringing her handkerchief
between her fingers.  She was obviously as nervous as
I was.

	The secretary looked up from her computer and
gave me a dismissive look, "Ms. O'Bryan will be with
you in a moment," and returned to her screen.

	I looked at Beverly and quietly asked, "What's
going on?"

	Beverly shrugged her shoulders, "I don't have a
clue."

	About that time the intercom crackled, "Miss
Clark, are the girls here?"

	"Yes, Ma'am!"

	"Send them in!"

	The secretary pointed towards the door and
said, "Go right in, girls."

	We both stood up and slowly walked to the door.
When I opened the door and we entered, Ms. O'Bryan
was sitting behind her desk.  I had always been
impressed with our principal; she was an imposing
woman, tall for a female, and always dressed like a
professional business woman.  She always wore her
brunet hair in a French twist without a single hair out
of place.  Today she was wearing a Navy blue suit with
a pale yellow scarf around her neck and tucked into
the coat.  She slowly removed her glasses and used a
cloth to wipe them.  Girls, I summoned you to my
office because I noticed today that the two of you
had filed a change of address card and a change of
first contact person from your mothers to each
other's mothers.  What is going on?"

	I figured what the hell   I might as well tell the
truth.  "Ms. O'Bryan, now that we are sixteen we are
finally getting married this weekend to each other's
mother!"

	Mss. O'Bryan looked at the two of us with
piercing eyes.  "What are you talking about?"

	Beverly took hold of my elbow as if to let me
know that I should shut up.  I ignored her and said,
"We have belonged to a group of mothers and
daughters that exchange daughters.  Beverly and I
have fallen in love with each other's mother and are
getting married this weekend."

	Mss. O'Bryan placed her glasses on the ink
blotter on her desk and studied us before she said
anything.  "How are you getting marries?"

	"We have an Episcopal minister that is going to
perform the ceremony.  The church will allow her to
perform the ceremony.  Then our mothers are going
to adopt us."

	She laced her fingers in front of her chest,
"This all sounds beyond belief.  Can I be invited to
this ceremony?"

	I beamed, "Of course, all I need is an address."

	Ms. 'Bryan wrote her address on a 'Post It' note
and handed me the slip of paper.  She stood up and
came around her desk and pulled us to our feet and
kissed us on the cheek before ushering us to the
door.

	As we were returning to our classrooms, Beverly
said, "I could have died when you told her that we
were marrying each other's mother."

	For the rest of the week it was a mad whirl of
activity.  Beverly and I were getting our last fittings
for our bridal gowns.  The women of the club were
decorating the back yard of a palatial home of one of
the club members for a garden wedding.

	When the day arrived Beverly and I were
ushered into the bedroom of our hostess and we were
pampered to a warm bath while a couple of women
bathed us.  They made sure every inch was clean, and
even finger fucked us until we came and relaxed.

	When we were dried and powered completely
they fixed our hair and applied makeup. Our dresses
were strapless and the cups were self-supporting.
Neither of us had on bras or panties.  Our nylons
were a nude color with pretty lace elastic tops.  Our
shoes were pointed toe white lace satin.  Two women
helped us into our dresses and they had built in
corsets that had to be laced up; both of us went from
a 24-inch waist to a 20-inch waist.  It was impossible
to take a deep breath.  Our dresses had a train that
followed us by four feet.  When a woman poked her
head in to say it was time, another woman picked up
our train and followed us to the door.  All of our
helpers kissed us on the cheeks in such a way that
they would not leave any lipstick on our faces, before
pulling our veils down.

	When we exited the house through the sliding
door from the family room we were impressed to see
so many members of our 'Mother Daughter Exchange
Club standing for us.  Our mothers were standing
under the white arbor decorated with spring flowers
and the minister was standing between them in her
official raiment with a white bible in hand.  We had
selected the youngest girls in the club to be our
bridesmaids.  They were all dressed in pastel cocktail
dresses that were a lot more mature than they were,
and they had trouble walking in high heels over the
grass.  As we slowly walked towards the arbor we had
time to look at our guests.  I returned a big smile
with Ms. O'Bryan.

	For the first time she had her auburn hair down
and it reached the small of her back.  She had on a
pretty spring dress that made her breasts look
absolutely edible.  I had to tear my eyes away from
hers to look at Carol, my prospective wife.

	Carol was dressed in a stunning cocktail dress in
cardinal red.  My mother Kathleen didn't dare wear
red with her red hair.  She had on a brilliant emerald
green cocktail dress.

	Beverly and I were clinging to our spring
bouquets with death grips.  When we reached the
arbor our mothers stepped down to stand by us.  The
wedding vows were a blur to me.  My hands were
shaking as we exchanged matching rings.  I was
thrilled when our minister said, "you may kiss the
brides!"

	Carol and Mom lifted our veils and kissed us on
the mouth for a long time.  The minister shook our
hands, kissed us and announced, "Ladies, it is my
pleasure to present to you the newlyweds!"

	The swimming pool was covered with a wooden
dance floor and there were four musicians playing
music.  There were at least ten round tables with
eight chairs per table.  The four of us had to spend
hours greeting every guest.  One look at Beverly told
me that even my own face was covered with lipstick.

	Beverly and I had slept with just about every
woman and girl at our wedding.  It wasn't long before
the front of our wedding gowns, were folded down to
expose our breasts.  Our breasts were covered with a
variety of colors of lipstick.

	We eventually worked our way to the table
where Ms. O'Bryan was sitting and talking to several
mothers and daughters.  As we made our way around
the table I was almost tempted to pull the front of
my gown up, but figured what the hell.  She flashed
me a big smile.  She was sitting next to a girl no older
than 14 and she had her hand resting on the girl's
thigh.  She reached out and placed her hand on the
back of my neck and pulled my head down to kiss me
on the mouth.  She also planted a wet kiss on my right
tit, leaving her mauve lipstick.

	She expressed her thanks for inviting her.  She
said, "I had no idea there was such a club in our
community.  I would love to become a member, but I
don't have any daughters."

	"I know a couple of girls at school that can't tell
their parents that they eat pussy, and would love to
adopt an aunty!"

	She said, "By all means introduce them to me!"

	I kissed her and whispered in her ear, "The girl
next to you right now would love to taste your pussy."

	Beverly also got a wet kiss on her mouth and tit.
She had to introduce my mother to her as her new
wife.  Ms. O'Bryan told my mother, "I could fall in love
with your daughter!"

	Mom chuckled, "She is spoken for, but after the
honeymoon I'm sure she would love to party with you!"

	After the bride and groom dance, Beverly and I
danced with our mothers.  There was a lot of kissing
and ass grabbing going on.  We eventually cut the
cake with the four figures of brides and women on
top.  Before we left for our honeymoons we had to
lift our dresses so that our mothers could remove our
blue garters.  In doing so the front of our dresses
were lifted high enough to give everyone a clear view
of our shaved cunts.  That drew a lot of wolf whistles
from the gathered crowd.  The adult women gathered
around to catch the garters.  Then it was Beverly's
and my turn to toss our bouquets.  All of the young
girls gathered behind us.  We counted three and
tossed them over our heads.  I turned around quick
enough to witness the girl's fighting for the flowers.
Two of the older teenagers with ample breasts had
their shoulder straps break and their tits spilled out
of their dresses.  One of the larger girls knocked
girls away to catch my bouquet and one of the little
preteens managed to catch Beverley's, because with
everyone fighting over it, the thing fell to the ground
and the little girl simply picked it up and ran to her
mother.

	Carol and I changed clothes and headed for the
bungalow she had rented at the beach.  Mom had
reserved a mountain cabin for her and Beverley.

	Carol and I hardly ever left the bungalow for a
week.  There were times we had to dress to go out
for dinner, but the rest of the time we were naked.
We did everything together.  We even wiped each
other's ass.  We finished the job by using handy
wipes to make sure each other's asshole was clean.
After all we were tongue fucking assholes half of the
time.

	It was a thrill on warm nights we made our way
to the beach and took off our clothes and lay on the
wet sand kissing and hugging each other.  We pretty
much had the beach to ourselves.  There was one old
man surf-fishing down the beach, who didn't even look
our way.  While Carol was eating my pussy an old
couple walked past us.  They just chuckled to see a
woman eating my pussy.  The moon light didn't allow
them to tell how young I was.

	When the week was over we went home, all of
my belongings had been moved to Carol's home, and all
of Beverley's belongings had been moved to my
mother's home.  It felt good to settle down in my new
home.  Carol and I shared her bed.  We continue the
practice of parading around the house naked. We just
couldn't get enough sex.

	We also had dinner with Mom and Beverly to
exchange stories about our honeymoons.  It was
exciting to watch the way my mother fussed over
Beverly.

	We had given the school notice that we would
be absent from school for a couple of weeks.  We had
a lot of homework to catch up on.  The first day back
at school Beverly and I were summoned to the
principal's office again.

	This time I was emboldened and marched to her
office proudly.  When we were granted entrance Ms.
O'Bryan was sitting in her chair regally as usual.  As
we closed the door and took our seats, she removed
her pale blue scarf.  We could see plenty of cleavage.

	She asked us, "How were your honeymoons?"

	I said, "It was exhausting, but I loved every
moment!"

	Beverley said, "I never knew how exciting
Kathleen was.  I love every red hair on her pussy!"

	Ms. O'Bryan stood up and came around the desk
as she unbuttoned her jacket.  As she pulled the
jacket open we saw her large breasts sagging down to
rest on her ribcage.  She smelled strongly of an
exotic perfume.  As she rested her butt on the front
of her desk she pulled up her skirt to expose her
shaved pussy.  She rubbed her cunt with the heel of
her hand, and then stuffed two fingers deep into her
cunt. She finger fucked herself for a little while and
then tasted her fingers before waving them under
our noises.

	We each tasted her fingers and then she pulled
my head between her legs.  I ate her pussy like I was
going to devour her until she pushed me away and did
the same thing to Beverley.  She asked me while
Beverley was eating her pussy if I could set her up
with a sweet young thing.

	I assured her that I knew just the girl for her.
I invited her to dinner with the four of us, and I
would have a girl there that she would kill for.  As we
left her office we got a snide look from her
secretary.

	I knew just the girl for her.  She was a sweet
little twelve-year-old, with blonde hair.  Her name
was Jenny.  She had been living on the street,
because she had run away from home because of an
abusive father that had used her.  I had set her up
with a sweet sphincter.  She was thrilled at the idea
of a date with an attractive middle aged professional
woman.

	Carol and I hosted the dinner and had
everything ready in advance.  Carol picked up Jenny
before Beverley and Mom arrived.  When Ms. O'Bryan
arrived she was obviously impressed with the thin
little blonde.  She sat her on her lap and was kissing
her constantly until dinner was ready.  We allowed
them some privacy to get to know each other better
after dinner.  Ms. O'Bryan took the girl home that
night.  From that day on the two of them became
members of the 'Mother Daughter Exchange Club'
meetings.



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