Chapter 4
Julie Travis got up, walked to the wet bar and fixed herself another Scotch and water. She took the drink toward the coffee table and set i down on a coaster. But somehow she couldn't sit down herself. Instead she paced in front of the mirror, glancing at herself from time to time.
Her reflection alone should have been com forting. Julie was more beautiful than ever, her fine blonde beauty polished by the years that stripped other women of their loveliness. Her body was as supple as a girl's, large breasted and slim waisted. Frustrated, Julie turned away from her reflection.
She sank down on the couch and took another sip of her drink, trying to understand what was happening to her life, to her marriage. Nothin made sense any longer. Nothing. She tried to figure out when it had begun, this dissatisfaction, when her husband had begun to drift away from her....When he took to preferring bars to his own home.
Thinking made her thirsty. She soon got up to refill her glass. She passed the mirror again on her way back to the couch. The lacy white robe made her look angelic. She stared at herself, then undid the ties, allowing the folds of lace to fall away from her body. Her firm breasts came into view, as high and lovely as a girl half her age. The flesh of her torso was tight and creamy, indented properly, curved where it should, lean where it should be lean. Her tummy was rounded the slightest bit, a feature Kurt had always loved. And the plump cup of her sex was softly flossed, fresh-looking, anything but angelic.
Julie dimly recalled a funny comment about that triangle of pleasure of hers...what was it? Oh, yes.... "A hot pussy that bites back at you. . . . " She smiled, then tightened her lips, remembering that it was Marcie Edwards who had said it. Marcie was Julie's roommate at college and her best friend all the way through high school. It had been years since she had thought of Marcie.
Leaving the robe open and floating freely around her body, Julie went to the couch. She leaned back against the cushions and remembered. It no longer seemed necessary to put Marcie out of her mind. How had it started? Yes, she remembered. That day in Marcie's room, when Marcie was crying over something or other. Julie had hugged her friend to console her. When Marcie had stopped crying Julie never knew, but all of a sudden Julie became aware of Marcie's cheek pressing against her young breasts in a way that was doing crazy things to her insides. Marcie's short, dark hair rubbed against her throat, and her hands encircled Julie's waist tightly. Julie was about to protest, when Marcie's lips suddenly touched her own. A small spark caught fire in the pit of Julie's belly.
"Oh, Julie...Julie.... " Marcie had moaned, kissing her again. "You feel so soft, so sweet.. . not like me at all.... "
But Julie was enjoying the feel of Marcie's hard boyish body against her own. Her friend's hard little tits flattened her own larger breasts.
"Your tits feel so nice, Julie.... I want to touch them. I want to see them. Let me, Julie...let me.... " But she didn't wait for permission. Her hands each claimed a high-nippled breast and squeezed.
A shock passed through the fifteen-year-old Julie's body as the other girl played with her breasts. She didn't protest when Marcie began undressing her.
Marcie had seemed guided by instinct on what was also her first overt homosexual experience. She fondled the other girl eagerly, until finally she pushed her back on the bed. "I want to feel you against me. Naked." Marcie got up and took off her slacks, nearly ripping the fabric in her haste. She slipped out of her panties and hurried back to the naked girl on the bed, coming down on top of Julie, fitting herself between the blonde's white thighs.
Julie didn't know what to expect-she wasn't so innocent as to be dumb about how men and women worked in bed, but she had no idea what Marcie intended to accomplish in this position. She soon found out. The wiry fur of Marcie's cunt grated against the nearly smooth mound of Julie's little cunt. She felt her snug outer lips being parted by the other's rubbing action, and soon her sensitive little clitoris was being tickled by hair and flesh.
Marcie, driven by instinct again, reached down and parted her own nether lips, bringing the head of her clitoris in line with Julie's oiled nubbin of excitement. Groaning, Marcie began to rock up and back, meanwhile fondling the blonde girl's lovely breasts and nipples.
The movement had scarcely begun when Julie felt her stomach contract violently. Before she could identify what was happening, she was caught up in a series of spasms that felt like nothing before, nothing she could relate it to.
Marcie looked down at her friend tenderly. "Wow! You came already!" Then, with a trace of pride, "You came! I made you come!"
Julie blinked at her friend mutely, then understanding reached her. She blushed furiously. Until that moment she had thought that only boys came.
Marcie began to move on the girl again. In seconds both teenagers were caught in the grip of orgasm. . . .
Julie got off the couch and refilled her glass at the bar. The liquor and the memories were beginning to affect her. It was difficult, if not impossible, to stop the memories once they had been awakened.
She walked carefully back to the couch, her head fuzzy, her cunt beginning to juice. This time she laid back on the couch, using the arm for a pillow, allowing her long blonde hair to flow loosely by removing two huge pins. The filmy robe, still open, leaving her body merely framed by white lace.
She wondered where Marcie was now. What had happened to the girl after she had left her to marry Kurt? In the wonder of Kurt's love for her the entire episode with Marcie had seemed a little dirty. Julie had decided on a clean break. She had not wanted to hurt Marcie. In her own way she had loved Marcie. If she hadn't, never could she have brought herself to do the things she had done to Marcie. Again she remembered.
For almost a year the two girls had played with each other at every opportunity. They progressed to fingering each other almost at once. But it wasn't until Marcie had found her oldest brother's collection of pornography that she introduced the next phase. Julie recalled the first time.
The two girls were spending the night over at Marcie's house. As a treat, Marcie had hidden her brother's pictures under her pillow. They looked at them with the help of a flashlight. Julie recalled how hot she got at the pictures of men and women in various positions.
Marcie had saved the best ones for the last. They showed two woman, young and pretty, in various poses. Playing with each other, dry-fucking each other, and, finally, eating each other.
Marcie got right to the point. "Wanna try that? Want me to do that to you?"
Julie nodded excitedly. She wriggled out of her pajama bottoms.
Marcie didn't bother with any preliminaries. She parted her friend's thighs and began to lap at the crack.
Moaning, Julie spread her legs more, and by a series of wriggling and turning, brought Marcie's tongue just where she wanted it. She came at once. "Now you try it," Marcie urged, lying down on the bed.
Julie remembered that initial stab at eating pussy-it had been more interesting than exciting. But before too long she came to enjoy it also. Then they would spend long moments whenever they could, sixty-nining each other....
A deep sigh escaped Julie's lips. She lifted one leg and rested it on the back of the couch, letting her other perfect leg drop to the rug. The memories stirred her to the point of intense excitement. It had been years since she had had to resort to this...but Kurt had been so strange lately...so had she...yet she was nervous...on edge....She lowered her hand to her golden triangle. Maybe this would do her some good, relax her.... Her finger dipped into her juicing slit. Slowly she began to rub her hot little clit, her mind dredging up images of Marcie, flashes of Marcie's hand, her tongue....
She was terribly hot now, spurred on by the memories and the liquor. She used her finger skillfully, delighting herself but building slowly so that it wouldn't be over too soon. She was remembering now how pretty woman flesh could be, how it could taste, how it could feel.... Especially the body of a young girl, like Marcie at fifteen....She slowed her finger. That had been close, she'd almost come long before she intended to. The pounding in her temples subsided slowly. The throbbing in her cunt, however, continued to build deliciously.
Lennie entered the room silently. She spotted her mother immediately, spread-eagled on the couch, but it wasn't until the hand began to move that she realized what her mother was doing. All she saw at first was her beautiful, exquisite mother naked and asleep. A terrific heat spread through her limbs at the sight of the older woman. If only there were some way to go up to Julie, to touch that beautiful body without being seen or felt. . . .
Lennie was mature for her age. She had no illusions about herself that she knew about. She had found out last year that she liked girls, not boys. She had discovered that with a friend of hers when they camped out one night. The fact didn't particularly alarm her, just as the realization right now that she wanted to touch her own mother's body alarmed her. She accepted it with regret, knowing her chance for getting her wish was very small.
Half-hidden in the shadow of the overstuffed chair, Lennie was content to simply study her mother unobserved. It was a rare opportunity. Something had awakened her. She had gotten up, tiptoed into the other bedrooms and found everyone gone. Then she remembered that John and Janna, her sexy, gorgeously shaped older sister, were spending the night with the Jennings. Frank was out, but that wasn't unusual. Her dad was out also, and that, too, was no longer unusual. Although it was late for him to be out, especially with work the next day. But not finding her mother asleep in the middle of night was definitely unusual. She had decided to go downstairs and investigate. Now she was delighted that she had gone silently.
Then the hand began to move and Lennie realized what her mother was doing. Her excitement multiplied. As if in a daze, she inched her way toward the couch. As she neared the scent of sex and alcohol hit her nostrils. Lennie saw the empty glass spilled over onto the expensive rug. Her excitement surged as she realized her mother must be drunk. If not she'd have wiped up the spill by now. And she wouldn't be stretched naked on the couch, playing with herself.
Over the reclining body now, Lennie fastened her eyes to the blonde pussy with the long finger plunging inside it. There was no way to keep from touching her mother. No matter what happened, she had to feel the lovely flesh so invitingly displayed before her. But first she silently slipped off her pajama pants, all she wore under the thin robe. Then she got to her knees by the couch. Very lightly she began rubbing the inside of her mother's silky thigh.
At first the gentle hand seemed like an extension of Julie's memory. Marcie used to rub the insides of her thighs when she was licking her. The feeling was wonderful. So wonderful, in fact, that Julie had to stop tickling her cunt again. It was then that she realized the hand was real. A tremendous excitement began in her belly. Kurt was home. He had come into the room silently, had found her playing with herself, and had decided to join into her fantasy. This was more like the old days. The corners of her lips turned up. but she didn't open her eyes.
"Why don't you rub higher, darling?"
Lennie stifled a groan. Surely her mother thought it was her father who was playing with her leg, but perhaps in her drunken state the woman would never know the difference. Only one soft lamp was lit. Besides, the invitation was impossible to resist. The golden vee was irresistible. Her fingers slipped upwards. She might never get such an opportunity again ever. Besides, once she touched she would have the memory always.
Julie wondered at how well Kurt's hand fit into her fantasy. His touch was more like a woman's touch, soft and knowing. She withdrew her own hand as the fingers parted her pussy and stole inside. At once the fingertip found her hard clit and began troubling it. Julie moaned, longing now more than ever for Marcie....
Lennie couldn't stand it. Her mother's cunt felt wonderful. She wanted more of it. She wanted to taste it. She wanted to shoot her tongue into its mysterious folds. She bent over.
Julie groaned as if in pain at the contact of a hot tongue on her pussy. She swung her naked hips upward to intensify the feeling, her senses completely swallowed up in what was happening to her. She didn't have long to wait. Soon she was spilling over, trembling against the face between her legs. The explosion was enormous. She pushed into the sucking mouth as she came, sobbing her joy.
It was not until she began to breathe normally again before the realization came that it was not her husband between her legs. The absence of beard, the way she had been sucked...it was so hard to think. The tongue was beginning to move in her again. Struggling through the mire of her awakened lust, Julie forced herself to open her eyes and look down.
Lennie felt her mother shift around. She gave one last lick and looked up into Julie's shocked face.
"Lennie!" Julie almost fainted with surprise. She could find no words. If only the booze wasn't fogging her brain so badly....If only the throbbing in her hungry cunt wasn't so distracting. The realization that it was her own daughter that had been sucking her off didn't compute, therefore, she didn't know how to cope with it. The whole thing was some kind of crazy mistake. No way could she connect the exquisite tongue moving in her crotch with her angelic blonde little daughter.
Lennie assessed her mother's confusion at once. A shrewd girl, she moved quickly, throwing herself against the woman.
"Oh, Mother! I had the most horrible nightmare!"
Julie wrinkled her brow in confusion. What nightmare? Just what did a nightmare have to do with what must have just happened? But out of habit, the woman automatically stroked her daughter's long hair and allowed her to cling to her.
Lennie had buried her face in her mother's breasts. Soon she began to move her head from side to side, as if she were half asleep. Immediately Julie's nipples hardened. Delighted, Lennie pushed her advantage. She was nervous about playing around here in the living room where anyone might find them. She wanted to get her mother upstairs, to her bedroom. That way she could hear anyone coming if she were awake, and she would have nothing to worry about if she were asleep. What was wrong with a mother and daughter sleeping together?
"That nightmare frightened me. Can I please sleep with you tonight?" she asked, just as she had as a small child. "Please? Just this once?"
"But...but your father . . . . " Julie began, confusion in full control.
"He said it would be okay this once." Lennie got up swiftly and dumped some straight Scotch in her mother's empty glass. "Here, finish your drink, first."
Although Julie dimly suspected she had had more than enough to drink as it was, she took the glass and drained it, hoping the harshness would chase away a few cobwebs in her mind.
Lennie urged her to her feet. "Come on, Mother, let's go. . . . " She led her slowly up the stairs.
The cobwebs were now as thick as fog. The only thing that seemed to work well was her legs. But after all, they were well lubricated, turning in their greased sockets perfectly. Julie began to giggle. The heat between her legs felt so lovely. Marcie had such a nice tongue. No, Lennie did....A very nice tongue. Her little girl.... The wonder of it caused Julie to stop halfway up the stairs and plant a wet kiss on the blonde girl's lips.
Lennie looked deeply, adoringly into her mother's eyes. "Come on," she pressed, tugging gently on her mother's arm. "Hurry."
The bed felt like a hayloft to Julie. She fell on it giggling, rolling over and over. Lennie gently eased her out of her robe and dropped her down to the rug. She got into the bed next to her mother and immediately reached for Julie's breasts, her excitement too high for game playing.
"What are you doing, Lennie?" Julie whispered, meanwhile pushing her big tits further into the girl's hands.
"Playing with your tits, Mother. I love them. I love all of you. You have the sweetest little pussy, mother. I loved touching it. I want to touch it again. I want to kiss it again. I want you to touch and kiss my pussy, too, Mother.... "
In spite of her confusion, Lennie's words brought her to a pitch of excitement again. "No...no...no. . . . " Her protests were really more an unwillingness to have to cope with the fact of what they had done and were about to do again than out of dislike. But even as Julie protested, her own hands were busy on her daughter's pink-tipped breasts. Each little tit filled a hand exactly.
Lennie reached around and scooped up the satiny flesh of her mother's ass. She rubbed the flesh sensuously. "Yes...Yes. Not, no. . . . " Lennie rubbed harder, drawing Julie's pussy tightly against her own. "Yes. You're my mother...I'm your daughter...but I love eating your pussy and you're going to love eating mine. Yes. . . . " Her voice was nearly hypnotic.
Julie groaned as the hands playing with her ass began to dip in towards her asshole. She shuddered when one finger slipped into the tiny opening. But it was out again almost immediately, only a teasing gesture. Julie gripped the tits in her hand and fondled them lovingly. She was beyond thoughts or concerns. "Oh, yes, Lennie...yes...that feels so good.... "
Lennie began the slow twisting of her tight young body, turning on the flesh a bit at a time, moving her face down toward her mother's soft thighs, meanwhile bringing her own thighs toward her mother's mouth.
Julie felt her neck scissored by her daughter's adorable legs. Then the girl's delicious cunt was over her face. A terrific bolt of heat passed through Julie's own pussy as she remembered the long hours she'd spent lapping Marcie's cunt. Eagerly she reached up with her tongue.
Lennie felt the wonderful tongue dart into her hole. She immediately began to work on her mother's pussy. Soon both females were groaning into each other's cunt. They licked each other avidly, their hands busy on soft breasts, firm asses, tender assholes.
Julie was a mass of heat. Not even Marcie had such a luscious cunt, not even Marcie had so knowing a tongue. . . .
Lennie thought briefly of the five other females she had enjoyed. But none of them made her feel this way. None of them inflamed her pussy like this. . . .
As if alerted by a special signal, both began to spasm at the same time. They clung even more tightly to each other, grasped flesh more violently, and sobbed out their agony into each other's hot, steaming cunts....
At first Kurt didn't see them. The room was dark and he almost sat on the edge of his bed without looking down. He had undressed in the dark and decided against wearing anything. The evening was warm. It was his bare ass that brushed the hip of his youngest daughter. Startied, Kurt backed away from the king-size bed.
He walked into the ajoining bathroom and flicked on the small light. When he re-entered the bedroom, he left the door slightly ajar. A beam of yellow light cut across the bed, revealing his wife and youngest daughter, both completely naked, their heads almost touching, their bare limbs sprawling all over the bed. They were strangely innocent-looking in sleep. Kurt's first thought was tender, loving. He had never realized how much like his wife their youngest looked. And then the fact of their nakedness hit him. He sat down on the overstuffed chair and stared.
His eyes were almost lined up even with the lushly furred vee of their crotches. It had been years since he had come home to find one of his children cuddling in his bed, and he wondered why Lennie was here now. And naked. She was no longer a little girl. The extravagant beauty of her young body testified to that.
He knew he should cover them with a sheet and retire to the guest room for a little shuteye. He had to go to work in the morning and undoubtedly he'd have to take out time to explain to Julie why he'd been out so late. Besides, he was tired. Drained. He badly needed some sleep.
Yet he didn't move. He felt his cock harden. A certain lewd freedom made him enjoy sitting here naked while his wife and daughter slept naked in front of him. He felt his cock acting like it hadn't had any for months. Slowly he began to fondle it.
Immediately Kurt's excitement grew. He began to move his hand back and forth rapidly, his eyes unblinkingly on the naked flesh sprawled over the bed. He felt the head begin to rise in his balls. A mad desire to throw himself between their bodies was averted only by moving his hand even faster. Still, he could just feel himself plunging his big cock in his daughter's tight, virginal cunt while his wife played with his balls....He began to spurt, a violent eruption which covered his hand and his belly with a layer of milky wetness.
It was minutes before he could open his eyes. But when he did, reaching out to collect his clothing before getting up, he found it irresistible to look up into his daughter's face. For just the briefest of seconds, so short a time that Kurt couldn't really be sure of it, her blue eyes seemed to stare back at him. The slight smile was still there, when he looked a second time....