Chapter 9
Loretta luxuriated in a delicious tongue lapping of her steamy cunt ...
The big, bosomy brunette slumped relaxedly in her chair, leaning back into its velvety, cushioned depths.
She sat back with her cunt pressed close to the chair, her legs lifted, and Gail crouching between them.
Loretta's rounded thighs hugged Gail's hard working head. The backs of her knees rested on Gail's slim shoulders.
Loretta's shapely calves and pretty feet were draped down Gail's back.
Loretta looked down her chest, down across the jelly-like mounds of fat stiff-nippled tits, across her taut belly.
Gail's mouth was fastened to her cunt.
Above the cunt, on the other side of her damp black bush, Loretta could see Gail's wet red face from the mouth up.
Gail's eyes were closed in concentration, helping her work more by touch, with her mouth.
Her tongue was inside Loretta, lapping, licking ...
Loretta sighed with delicious pleasure.
After finger-fucking Gail to orgasm, and after Gail had somewhat recovered from the force of that breathless orgasm, Loretta put her to work for her pleasure.
Now, Gail licked between Loretta's legs, lapping rich juices from her pussy.
Loretta moved around, adjusting position to make the most of her scene.
She slid forward, pressing her cunt even harder against Gail's mouth.
Gail's tongue rolled over heaving membranes, rolling in their juices, lapping them, gulping them down.
Loretta's taut round thighs were sweaty where they clutched Gail's head. From between her legs came many rich sucking sounds.
And even more rich pleasure.
A loose smile of conspiratorial complicity flashed from Loretta to Tanya.
For, like Loretta, Tanya now reaped a harvest of lesbian lust.
like Loretta, Tanya had arranged a new position, and had arranged both her daughter and Paula according to her imagine.
Tanya sat upright on the edge of the bed, her feet planted on the floor.
The Amazon blonde was flanked by female flesh, with Paula kneeling on the mattress to the right of her, and Irina at her left.
Both femmes simultaneously mouthed Tanya's stunning tits.
Tanya's tits were jugs of plenty, providing nourishment for the lesbos.
Tanya sat there looking like the cat who ate the canary. From time to time, her caressing hands stroked Irina and Paula.
Tanya parted her knees, exposing her cunt. Her bush was saliva-saturated. Wetness glimmered between her legs, and on her upper thighs.
Dual sucking sounds emanated from Irina and Paula. Their faces each pressed the tit they mouthed, each pair of lips locked round a nipple.
Tanya's glittering eyes were dreamy now, heavy-lidded, absorbed with introspective lust. Her gaze wandered ...
Looking downward and to the side, her gaze fell on something which caught and held its attraction for a span.
Intrigued by what had attracted Tanya, Loretta let her own gaze follow where Tanya stared with such fascination.
Tanya's gaze was directed at the long low coffee table which stood between the edge of the bed-couch, and the armchair where Loretta luxuriated.
The table was pushed to the side, clearing the center space, making room for those females who would go down on their knees ...
As Gail now was, kneeling at Loretta's feet, her smooth bare shoulders bowed under the weight of Loretta's legs draped across them.
Loretta knew that it was not the coffee table itself which fascinated Tanya, but rather, an object on the table.
What could that object be?
Why, nothing more nor less than the photograph of Loretta's daughter, Julie, in that scanty, skin-tight, soaked bikini.
Tanya looked up from it at last, her eyes meeting Loretta's.
A look, an expression of complicity, of conspiracy, flashed between the two.
As if to reinforce it, Tanya idly stroked Irina's soft platinum-blonde hair, her hand sliding to the back of the girl's neck, across the curve of her shoulder, then down the front of her chest, to touch her breast.
Irina's closed eyes fluttered their thick lashes, and she sucked harder on her mother's fat stiff nipple.
The stroking gesture was as if Tanya was wordlessly saying to Loretta: I brought my daughter into the group; now, you will, too! Loretta nodded her head, signifying yes. Yes, it was time, high time for Julie to join in.
Thoughts such as those excited Loretta almost as much as the action of Gail going down on her hot steamy pussy, as she now was doing.
Gail was pleasantly surprised by the sudden wave of heat which rose up from Loretta's cunt, accompanied by a fresh wave of hot juices.
Gail worked her tongue deeper, stroking and lapping.
Loretta slumped deeper into her chair, causing her cunt to press even more forcefully and directly against Gail's mouth.
Gail was delighted to have her head locked between strong female thighs.
It was like being in her own private world. Thighs, moist with sweat, pressed her head, covering her ears, muffling all sounds.
Gail's sense of sight was useless, not needed for having her face pressed up hard against the cunt which she licked and lapped.
Most of her awareness was focused, concentrated in her mouth. Having her other senses suppressed increased her sensitivity to the nuances of touch.
Loretta's cunt pulsated against the mouth which worked on it. Cunt lips quivered, while her membranes heaved and squirmed.
Loretta let herself slip into a dreamy sensual haze of pleasure. Closing her eyes, she let her awareness drift.
The room was filled with the rustling sounds of satin flesh sliding, contacting, clinging; with moist suckings, lappings, kissings, sighs.
Loretta toyed with her nipples while her pussy was mouth-pleasured.
She rolled the stiff fat points in her fingers, whose surfaces were oily with thick cunt secretions.
She tweaked, rolled, toyed with the nipples.
As she did she, she recalled her own youth, way back when, in the summer when her Aunt Bea initiated her into lesbianism ...
A wonderful summer it was, a summer of joyous lustful discoveries, of countless hours of hard-breathing sexual pleasure.
Why, she had been younger then than Irina was now ...
And, like all good things, the summer came to an end.
When first she had been shipped out to the isolated rural home of Aunt Bea, young Loretta had wept, pleaded, moaned about it.
Never would she be able to endure even a week of such isolation!
Or so she had thought, before Aunt Bea took the girl under her wing and between her legs and in her bed.
Now, Loretta hated for the summer to end.
But she could not stay. She was, after all, only a teen, it was the end of August, and in a week or two, her new school term would start.
On the weekend before the Labor Day weekend, Loretta's mother drove up to the house, to retrieve her now-initiated daughter.
Mom made plans to make a weekend visit of it, and take Loretta home that Sunday afternoon, after spending some time with her older sister.
Friday afternoon, late in the afternoon, Mom drove up.
"Darling, how pretty you look!" Mom said.
Instead of greeting Mom in the usual sloppy sweatshirts and tight jeans which Loretta favored, she had dressed herself up in a summery blouse and skirt.
This was Bea's suggestion, that Loretta surprise her mother by looking like a little lady for a change.
Loretta wore a thin short-sleeved white blouse, and a lightweight pastel pink skirt. The stretched outline of her white bra showed under the outfit.
Her hair was freshly washed and rinsed, her face was well scrubbed, golden tan, shining.
Mom carried a small overnight bag for the trip. She wore a thin, floral-print short-sleeved dress and low-heeled loafers.
Mom was Bea's younger sister. She was fortyish, with a wide plain thick-featured face, wide-bridged nose, red-lipped mouth.
Her face was rounded, pleasant, matronly. Her body was somewhat cloaked by her loose-fitting dress, but not even the loose cloth folds could hide her rounded form.
Voluptuousness was a family trait, it seemed. Mom had big bountiful breasts, an hourglass shape, wide hips.
She was about fifteen to twenty pounds overweight-overweight in the right places, too, in her tits and ass.
But Mom was a respectable, happily married housewife, a lady next door, and she sent off no deliberate sexual signals.
She was a lady ...
Mom exclaimed over how pretty Loretta looked. Clearly Bea had a stroke of inspiration when she suggested that Loretta look nice and feminine for Mom's arrival.
Mom and Bea embraced on the front porch, the swelling "front porches" of their ripe tits pressing as they came together in the embrace.
After kisses and hugs, Mom carried her bags into the house, where she freshened up, then enjoyed a nice dinner.
It was twilight when dinner was done.
Loretta washed the dishes, leaving Mom and Bea alone so they might have a chance to chat and pass the time.
Saying she meant to slip into something more comfortable, Mom excused herself and went upstairs, with Bea accompanying her.
Loretta worked in the kitchen, toweling washed dishes and stacking them in the cupboard, looking out the window over the sink.
It was the end of summer. The days were sweltering, but the nights were cooler. Tonight was balmily pleasant.
Some time passed. Loretta was lost in a dreamy musing about how strange it would be to leave this house of incestuous lesbian passion, and pick up the threads of her everyday, "normal" life.
She had come here a novice about the varieties of sex, naive, unsophisticated.
But she would depart well schooled in the delicious pleasures and techniques of sexual pleasure and passion.
She tried to picture herself back at school, going through the routine of classes, homework, pep rallies, dating.
Would she date?
Date boys, that is?
She supposed so ... although she knew now that her grand passion would be for female flesh, for her own kind.
Not the hard muscular body of a male, but the softly rounded and seductive flesh of a female was her grand desire.
That was something to worry about!
For Loretta was no city dweller, no denizen of the sophisticated big town.
She came from a peaceful, ordinary American suburban community, where such exotic creatures as lesbians were to be found only in the seamy paperback novels with sensational covers and titles sold in the back of Tiny's candy store.
Or so Loretta thought ...
In her naivete, she fancied that such beings as lesbians were not to be found in ordinary walks of everyday life.
Oh, perhaps there might be one or two ...
For example, she was pretty sure that the chief girls' gym coach, Miss Bertell, was a woman-lover, or, rather, girl-lover ...
But she was mannish, flat-chested, unfeminine in the extreme, horse-faced, a real bull-dagger dyke from the old school-
A type totally unappealing to Loretta.
If she wanted a male, she would go out with a real one, and not with any female imitation like the gym teacher.
Without even half-trying, Loretta could think of half-a-dozen girls from school that she'd love to love.
But those girls, most of them, would hardly even let a boy touch their tits after they had been going steady for months.
As far as them getting involved in passionate lesbian lust-play, it just didn't seem too-likely, Loretta unhappily reasoned.
And Bea would be far away ... oh, sure, Bea had cuddled and comforted her, and promised to exchange frequent visits with her niece.
But Bea lived a far piece of distance from where Loretta's folks made their home, and she would not be able to make all that many visits.
Besides, back in the house, with Mom and Dad and Loretta's brother and sisters, there would be little privacy for when Bea came to visit.
So, Loretta was glum about the end of her stay here.
For all intents and purposes lesbian intents and purposes, that is the summer already had come to an end, with Mom's arrival.
With Mom here, Loretta and Bea would have to pretend to no more than the ordinary fondness of an aunt and niece ...
As indeed they had been doing ever since Mom arrived.
Oh, well, Loretta supposed that there was nothing to do but put the best face possible on it, and go through the motions.
She wiped her damp hands on the dish towel, then hung it up. She went into the living room, which now was deserted.
Just looking around, she visualized some of the many steamy sessions of mouth-watering lust enacted between her and Bea.
They had done in on the day-bed, the armchair, the floor, standing against the wall, leaning over the table ...
"Loretta!"
Bea called her from the head of the stairs.
Trying to shake herself from her blue mood, Loretta listlessly made her way out of the living room into the front hall.
Shadows, warm and fuzzy as lint, filled the stairwell. The shadow of the balustrade was thrown on the opposite wall.
Nobody stood at the top of the stairs. "Hello?" Loretta called. "Up here, Lori, in my room," Bea called. "Come up for a minute, hon."
"I'll be right up!"
Loretta climbed the stairs. The lights were out in the hall. Soft yellow light filtered from Bea's open bedroom door, falling into the hall.
Loretta went down the hall, sandaled feet scuffing softly on the faded carpet tacked down, pausing at the open door of Bea's bedroom.
Casually glancing in, Loretta was staggered by surprise.
Bea and Mom lolled indolently on the bed, outfitted in sheer, sleek, seductive lingerie.
Bea had worn such garments before, but Loretta never would have expected her to don such alluring lingerie in the presence of her sister.
But Mom, too, was equally decked out in seductive attire! Dressed to thrill!
"Come in, Lori," Bea purred, "and shut the door behind you!"