Date: Wed, 7 Mar 2012 21:43:58 -0500 (EST)
From: Jan None <janmay696@yahoo.com>
Subject: Mother Daughter Exchange Club 9 (lebian/incest, oral, anal, f/F, f/Ff)

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descriptions of explicit sexual acts between women 
and girls.  If this type of content offends you or you 
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          Mother Daughter Exchange Club 9
                        By
                       Jan

	Kaylin had become a member of her high school 
cheerleading squad and as a result, she went back to 
her junior high school to help her former coach 
teach the new group of girls aspiring to become 
junior high cheerleaders.  This is her recounting of 
what took place.

	Ms Kopps was one of the first adult women 
that I had a relationship with outside the club.  
When I got to the middle school I found the girls in 
the gym practicing the same routines that the high 
school cheerleaders perform.  I approached my old 
teacher and we greeted each other with hugs and 
kisses on the cheek.  When I had my face hidden 
behind my teacher's head I nibbled on her ear and 
whispered, "Are there any promising girls in this 
year's class?"

	Ms. Kopps smiled and whispered, "Check out 
that brown skinned girl in the front row.  I think you 
will find her a juicy addition next year.  Her name is 
Carina."

	When I cast my eyes in the direction indicated 
I saw a truly beautiful girl.  She was striking 
because her hair and skin spoke of an Asian heritage, 
but her eyes were so clear blue that they were 
almost gray.  I was instantly infatuated with her.

	I spent the next hour helping the girls with the 
routines that they would have to conquer to have a 
chance to make the high school team.  They asked 
me about their chances of making the team.  I told 
them that there were two other middle schools with 
girls just as ambitious.  This year there were three 
seniors, so there would only be three incoming 
freshmen selected for the team.

	I saw the dejected expression on their faces.  
So I told them if you're not selected at the tryouts, 
you can try out for the tall flags.  You never know 
when someone might get hurt, so one of the girls 
from the tall flags will be selected to replace the 
injured girl.  That offered them a little hope.

	While I was helping them practice I found 
plenty of opportunities to touch the girls.  At one 
point I placed my hand right on the crotch of Carina.  
She gave me a knowing smile and actually shoved her 
pubic bone harder against the palm of my hand.  I 
knew right away that she was going to be delicious.

	After practice, without saying anything I 
touched Carina's arm, letting her know to lag behind 
until the other girls had left.  We gathered up our 
belongings and we exited the gym together.  I 
deliberately accompanied her home to meet her 
mother.  As we were walking down the street I had 
to ask her to tell me about her mother.

	Carina was happy to tell me all about her 
family.  "My grandmother was a bar girl in the 
Olongapo, P I, a little city just outside the north 
gate of the US Naval Base.  She shacked up with a 
married naval officer stationed at the base, before 
he was transferred aboard some ship.  My mother, 
Mia, was the fruit of their relationship."

	"Mama was a bright student and learned to 
speak not only the native Tagalog, she learned to 
speak US English, Spanish and Chinese.  As a result 
when American Telegraph and Telephone (AT&T) 
sent a representative from the home office to 
Manila to set up the telephone help line, Mom 
became one of the operators.  She quickly worked 
her way to a supervisory position, where she caught 
the eye of my father.  He was married of course, 
but that didn't stop him from playing house with my 
mother."

	She was three months pregnant with me when 
she got a visa to come to the States.  Mom never 
told my father about me, because she had no desire 
to break up his marriage, besides Mom had no desire 
to marry any man.  She had only shacked up with him 
for the same reason Granny did, they wanted 
children.  They were fortunate to have girls.  I was 
born here and my mother is a naturalized citizen 
now."

	After learning her story I was looking forward 
to meeting her mother.  We picked up our pace as we 
approached her home.  It was almost six in the 
afternoon when we reached the front door.  She had 
her own key and let us in.  Carina offered me 
something to drink while we waited for her mother 
to get home from work.

	She went to the kitchen to get us a couple of 
cans of Coke, and returned to the living-room to 
chat with me.  We sat together on the sectional 
couch to discuss her future.  I implied that having 
the support of a member of the cheerleader team 
would go a long way to ensure she would be selected 
to the squad.  Just as I hoped she told me that she 
would do anything to get my support.

	I placed my hand on her thigh and rubbed the 
inside of her leg.  She spread her legs allowing me 
better access.  I put my arm around her shoulders 
and leaned close to her.  Our faces were only inches 
apart.  We could actually breathe each other's 
expended air.  We could smell each other's breath.  
She was the one that actually closed the gap and 
pressed her lips against mine.  When she did that, I 
placed the hand that had been rubbing her thigh on 
her exposed tummy, and slid it down under her 
tennis shorts and under the waistband of her 
panties.  As my fingers touched her sparse pubic 
hair she grabbed my wrist.

	"I'm all sweaty and smelly from practice!!" she 
pleaded.

	"I don't care.  I love the smell of a hot pussy!"

	Having said that I withdrew my hand and 
smelled my fingers before putting them in my mouth.  
She was obviously embarrassed, watching me smell 
her pussy fragrance on my fingers.  Then I brushed 
my hand against her little breasts on my way back to 
her shorts.

	She didn't resist when I unbuttoned her shorts.  
I struggled unzipping her shorts.  That was the first 
time I got a glimpse of her baby blue panties.  I just 
had to see what her pussy looked like.  I struggled to 
pull her panties down, along with her shorts far 
enough to see what her crotch looked like.  There 
was no panty like.  Her skin was an even golden hue, 
and her new growth of dark pubic hair was straight 
and looked as if it had been combed in the direction 
of her vaginal opening.  I can say that it was the 
most beautiful thing I had ever seen.  I slid to the 
floor in front of her, and placed my hands on her 
knees and spread them as far as her shorts and 
panties would allow.  When I moved my face close my 
head spun from the odor of her flesh.  My mouth 
watered in anticipation of tasting her pussy.  Carina 
placed her hands on the back of my head and pulled 
my head against her wet little pussy.  I sucked her 
pussy noisily until she started moaning and her legs 
were outstretched and quivering like she was 
experiencing a seizure.  Having satisfied her I sat 
next to her on the couch and hugged and kissed her.  
At that moment we heard the crunch of car tires on 
the gravel driveway.

	Carina quickly jumped up and pulled up her 
panties and then pulled up her shorts and fastened 
them shortly before the front door opened.  I stood 
up to be introduced to her mother.  I was told her 
full name, but she insisted that I call her Mia.  
Carina explained that I was on the high school 
cheerleading squad and had been helping her team 
prepare for the tryouts.

	Mia not only hugged me, she actually kissed my 
cheek.  As she stepped back she gave me a strange 
look.  She insisted that I stay for dinner, so I used 
my cell phone to call my mother, while Mia retreated 
to her bedroom to change clothes.  While Carina 
retreated to her room to take a quick shower and 
change into fresh clothes.  I explained to my mother 
that I had been asked to have dinner with the 
mother and daughter of potential prospects for our 
club.  Mom was thrilled that I was recruiting new 
club members.

	Mia emerged from her room and put her arm 
around my waist as she led me to the kitchen.  While 
she set about making a rice dish with bamboo 
sprouts and baby shrimp.  I think she called it 
something like ponsey.  While she was preparing the 
meal she talked to me.  She casually mentioned, 
"When I kissed your cheek I couldn't help but notice 
the familiar odor of pussy on your face.  I assume 
that you and Carina had engaged in a little love 
making before I got home!"

	There was no need in me denying it, because 
her statement was not an accusation, it was just a 
simple statement of fact.  I admitted that I had 
enjoyed making love to Carina.  She flashed me a 
warm smile and while she was standing next to me 
she placed her hand on my ass and gave it a squeeze.

	She pointed out where the dishes were in the 
cupboards and asked me to set the table.   While I 
was setting the table Carina joined us.  She smelled 
of Dial soap.  She had dried her hair with a pistol 
dryer I assumed because it hung straight down her 
back.  There was a lot of chatter about Carina's 
prospects of making the high school cheerleader 
squad at the end of the school years tryouts.  After 
the dishes were washed and put away, Mia insisted 
on driving me home.  She insisted on Carina staying 
home to do her homework.

	When we were on the road she brought up the 
subject of sex again.  She wanted to know my sexual 
preference.  I assured her that I didn't hate males 
but I was only interested in sex with women and 
girls.  It was long after sunset when she pulled up in 
front of my house.  Before I got out of the car she 
pulled me close to her and kissed me right on the 
mouth.  She also placed her hand on my left breast 
and gave it a squeeze.  I invited her to meet my 
mother.

	When I opened the front door Mom was in the 
family room watching a popular situation comedy on 
the television.  She arose to welcome my guest into 
our home.  After the introductions, I told Mia about 
the 'Mother Daughter Exchange Club.  She was very 
interested in the concept of the club.  To prepare 
her for the next party the two of us sandwiched her 
between us on the couch.  We set about removing 
her clothes while we took turns kissing her.

	I have to comment on how much Carina 
resembled her mother.  The only divergence was Mia 
had brown eyes where Carina had blue eyes.  Mia had 
the same cocoa skin tone, and her breasts were 
substantially larger that her young daughter.  The 
areolas were the same brown color.  When we got 
her panties off I was impressed by the fact that 
her pubic hair was very much like all of the pictures 
of Asian women I had seen.  The hair was straight 
and pointing towards her vagina like her daughter's.  
There was a little competition between Mama and me 
over the opportunity to make love to this exotic 
beauty.

	We struggled over which one of us would kiss 
her mouth first.  At least we each had a tit to play 
with and suckle.  When we worked our way down to 
her pussy we had trouble again.  The way we solved 
that problem was for me to lie on my back, and have 
Mia mount me in a typical 69 position.  While we 
were eating each other's pussy Mom stood at the 
end of the bed and started licking Mia's asshole.  
Judging by the amount of juice pouring from Mia's 
cunt she must have enjoyed all of the action.  We 
lost track of the time, by the time we came up for 
air.

	Mia fished around in her purse until she found 
her cell phone.  She told Carina to go ahead and go 
to bed and she would be home soon.  She got dressed 
and Mom and I escorted her to the door.  We had 
already discussed her attending the next party, and 
bringing Carina with her.

	When Mom and I went to bed we discussed 
what the conversation between Mia and Carina would 
be like when she got home.  We also planned on 
contacting Connie to discuss our bringing guests to 
the next party.



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