Loading...I picked up the buzzing phone absentmindedly, my thoughts on the contract before me.
“Ms. Benton.” I was so distracted I didn’t realize it was on my private line.
“Hi Aunt Becky, it’s Cheryl. I hope I haven’t called at an inconvenient time.”
“Well, hello you sweet young lady. It’s always nice to hear your voice, you are not interrupting and even if you were, I’d always take your call. What are you doing these days?”
It was my best friend’s daughter. Her mother and I weren’t related but we had been very close and Cheryl had always called me ‘Aunt.’ She had always been special for me.
“I hear you are going to be in Albuquerque this weekend and I’d love to see you if you have time when you are free. It’s been a long time since I’ve seen you, and Mom told me you’d be here on business.”
“I’d love to see you, we can have dinner, talk and catch up. Will your mom join us?” I asked hoping to see my best friend also.
“No, she’s up in Santa Fe helping some friends give a show of paintings. You know how she loves to help others out.” Cheryl laughed. I loved her laughter; she sounded so much like her mother.
We talked for a few minutes and then hung up. When I was free I’d call and tell her where and when to meet me for dinner. I looked forward to seeing her. I sat staring out the window at another gray winter’s day. Chicago was white with snow and the winds howled off of the lake making the windows tremble. I was looking forward to going west and enjoying a little time in New Mexico, the sunny Land of Enchantment. I planned on taking a few extra days there after my business was finished. I had really hoped to spend some time with Pat.
I went back to work and finally finished the contract and gave it to my secretary to type. I was pleased with it and knew I’d probably get a nice bonus out of it. I’d present it to the company myself. I felt sure they would accept it as it was a good deal. With the economy down it made good sense for all concerned.
At home I slipped into my hot tub and turned on the jets and let it soothe away the tension of the business day. Beautiful Pat floated into my mind. She and I had been like sisters. We had met when our husbands were in the Air Force stationed in New Mexico. They got along splendidly and she and I became very close. We even looked so much alike we were often mistaken for sisters. Our tastes in clothes were very similar and we had our hair styled much the same way. Our coloring was very close and in a dim light few people could tell us apart.
I lay nude, soaking up the warmth of the bubbling water, and thinking of her, my clit began to throb and stiffen. I remembered the first time the four of us had gotten together. We’d had some drinks and the guys had gotten us really hot and very drunk. Before we knew it, we were nude and they were fucking us side by side on the same bed. I watched Tom fuck Pat while Andy slid in and out of me. We all came at about the same time, feeding our lust off of each other. There were no recriminations later and we found we had enjoyed watching each other getting fucked. It wasn’t too long till we swapped and Tom fucked me while Pat and Andy lay beside us lustily fucking away. There was no jealousy and we had a wonderful time.
Soon it got to be almost a forgone conclusion that when we got together we would swap. The guys loved it and Pat and I surely did. I loved watching Pat getting fucked and would reach out and touch her and stroke her body. We kissed from time to time and she was a really wonderful French kisser. The guys loved seeing us French each other while they fucked us. I know it really got me hotter. It was so damn sexy to kiss her.
The guys wanted us to make it together and I was more than willing but Pat balked at it. I could kiss and caress her breasts and lips but when my lips or hands moved down her body she stopped me. She would not let me make love to her. I had been really disappointed.
Both men encouraged her, even trying to get her so hot, with both of them making love to her, that she’d lose control and let me go down on her. I had made love to several other women and knew my way around a woman’s body and loved it. But for some reason she would have none of it. I made the best of it and kissed and licked her breasts, and French kissed her while the guys fucked her in all positions, sometimes both at once. She would kiss me back and even lick and suck my breasts. I wanted to make love to her, but she never would let me.
I let my fingers play over my hard clit and it throbbed under my touch. I moved down slightly and found the wonderful jet that pulsed against my clit and I moaned as it played over my sensitive nubbin driving myself toward a wonderful climax as I called Pat’s name over and over, seeing her naked body in my mind spread and waiting for my mouth to cover her pussy. My climax was so intense I almost fainted from the pleasure. The tension was completely gone when I got out of the tub. My knees were even a little shaky!
After the day’s very successful business transactions in Albuquerque, I called Cheryl and asked her to come to the hotel for dinner. When she walked in the dining room door heads turned. My mouth dropped open too. It had been a number of years since I had seen her. At that time she was an attractive teenager, but a little awkward and shy.
Now a really stunning Cheryl walked into the dining room, poised, head high, light shining off of her long blonde hair that fell in soft waves around her shoulders. Her face lit up when she saw me, and she came toward the table. She walked like a model, her breasts jiggled invitingly. Damn she was so sexy! I stood up and we hugged and kissed lightly. Her lips seemed so soft and desirable.
I stood there looking at her and she was a stunning package, tall and slender with full breasts pushing up a naughty looking cleavage. Her stylish bodice was cut to show off quite a bit of her bosom but not too much, certainly enough to get lots of looks. Her waist was narrow and her legs long and shapely, her dress hemline was cut rather high, showing lots of leg. What a gorgeous young woman.
“My God, Cheryl, you have really turned into a beautiful woman. Stunning!” I said in all honesty, holding her at arms length, admiring her.
“Why thank you Aunt Becky. I try!” She laughed. “Mom helps me pick out my clothes and I have been to modeling school and had some success with that locally. This week the agency has asked if I would like to go to Chicago and a step upward. And! I’m seriously thinking about going.” She gushed excitedly.
Chicago! My ears perked up. I held her at arms length a moment longer, drinking in the beautiful young woman, then sat down and waved her to sit beside me. We ordered drinks and sat talking. She seemed so poised for a young lady her age. I knew she had a few problems growing up since her parents had divorced and she had taken it hard. Now all her problems seemed behind her.
My hand strayed to her arm several times as we talked and I stroked her arm. I was truly glad to see her. I asked about Pat and she filled me in on what had happened since I had last seen her. Pat was divorced again and lived alone. Cheryl had an apartment and seemed happy with that arrangement. She mentioned a female roommate.
We had a number of drinks and a fantastic dinner in the inimitable Spanish style of New Mexico. I had missed the spicy food and the local Mexican specialties. The food was absolutely delicious, the service impeccable.
We each had several drinks and were feeling no pain when we finished dinner. My eyes kept drifting from her beautiful face to her young breasts, so soft and inviting looking. But then hers went to my tastefully uncovered slopes too. I have nice breasts and love to display them too, for men and woman alike.
I invited Cheryl up to my suite. The rooms were very spacious, with a magnificent view of the towering Sandia Mountains. I called room service and had a pitcher of Margaritas sent up – my absolute favorite and, I found, Cheryl’s too. We kicked off our shoes and sat on the long soft sofa with a fire popping merrily in the corner taking the slight chill of the desert evening from the room. It was very romantic.
I wanted to get more comfortable and slipped into the bedroom and took my clothes off, leaving only my panties and slipped a sexy white silk robe on. Cheryl looked a little uncomfortable in her dressy clothes and I suggested she change and put on one of the hotel robes. She came back dressed in the fluffy robe and she had pulled her hair back and tied it into a knot. She looked so delicious. I was feeling no pain and the way she sat exposed her long legs clear up to her thighs got my attention. My eyes kept sliding upward trying to catch a glimpse of her panties. Her eyes roamed my thin rather revealing robe.
She asked about my husband and I told her he was fine, working hard and he had stayed behind to attend to his business. She smiled, and then giggled. I asked her what was funny.
“I was just thinking about you, Mom, Dad, and Andy all in the same bed fucking away like bunnies. That must have really been something to see.” She said with a twinkle in her eye and a naughty grin on her beautiful face.
I threw back my head and laughed long and hard. “Your mother has been telling tales out of school! Yes, we did have a number of foursomes. I’m surprised she told you, but we did enjoy it. There was never any jealousy between any of us. We made love to each other and had a fantastic time. A ‘swinging foursome’ as it was called. No recriminations either. Just good sex, never any drugs, usually some booze, but no drugs.”
We sat talking about it and she seemed interested in the details of what we had done. Her mother had told her a lot of what went on, but she was interested in my viewpoint. It was quite a stimulating conversation and I found myself growing sexually excited reminiscing about what had happened, and what had not happened between Pat and I. I squeezed my thighs together and found my nipples were erect and tenting my thin gown. Cheryl’s eyes seemed drawn to them. The silk top gave faint glimpses of my nipples and the darker circle of my areolas.
She must have read what I was thinking from my hesitation about talking about Pat and I. “You two never made love together did you? Mom said you seemed to want to, and the men wanted you to get together, but she was reluctant.” She said looking at me with those big blue eyes of hers, so perceptive for one so young.
“No, she never would let me. I really wanted to. We looked so much alike that everyone got us mixed up, and it was as if we were sisters. Yes, I tried. I kissed her breasts, fondled her, we Frenched and she’s a fantastic kisser and could always get me really hot kissing her. The guys even ‘double teamed’ her trying to get her so hot she would let me make love to her, but she never would. If my hands or lips started down below her waist she pushed me away and wouldn’t let me go any further.”
“Then you really wanted to make love to her? Had you been with a woman before?” She asked softly, her large blue eyes large and sparkling.
“My, you really are inquisitive! I don’t mind though. If she discussed the foursomes with you, then I guess she wouldn’t mind my telling you my feelings. Yes, I had made love to several women at the time. We were in the service and when the men were away some of us got together and instead of going out and getting fucked and maybe getting pregnant or catching some disease, we would make it together. We were discrete about it and I learned a lot about making love to a woman. A couple of the women were very experienced in making love to women, and I was an avid student.” I grinned at her and noticed she had let her thighs spread a little more.
Her gown had slipped open in front and the slopes of her young breasts were exposed. She’d very obviously taken her bra off. I wondered if she were leading me on. What would I do if she were? The drinks had certainly lowered my inhibitions. What inhibitions?
“Mom said she really wanted to, but just couldn’t get up the courage. She was brought up by strict religious parents and that was a real taboo. God would strike you dead for even thinking about that! I guess, for her, adultery was OK, but not Lesbianism.” She laughed delightfully and the movement made her gown slid open a little more. I admired the slopes of her young breasts, soft and inviting looking with the sheen of good health. My clit tingled. I’m sure she could see where my eyes kept drifting. Hers kept going to my thighs and nipples too.
All this was getting me excited sexually. I love making it with a woman and the talk of Pat and I and how she wanted to make love to me, but never could bring herself to actually do it, got my blood hot and my clit throbbing. It all brought back the memories of the years past, and the images of her lying there beautifully nude, the men kissing and caressing her, her mouth on mine, my hands on her breasts cupping and squeezing them trying to get her so hot she couldn’t help herself. I remembered seeing her pussy wide open with one of the men’s mouths there, sucking, licking her wet juicy pussy, her clit pink and poking out. Damn it had been so sexy; I even remembered the taste of her delicious pussy juice on the men’s cocks as I sucked them when they slid out of her. That was the only way I could taste her pussy.
“Penny for your thoughts?” Cheryl said. “You have this dreamy far away look. Thinking about Mom?” She laughed, her tinkling laughter a delight.
“You are a mess! Know that? You must read minds. Yes, I was thinking of your mom. She had a beautiful body, her breasts so absolutely lovely. I loved to caress and kiss them. They tasted so delicious. I’d stroke them and knead them then suck on her nipples till they were hard and long. I could make her breasts swell with passion too. I so wanted to go down on her.
“The closest I was able to come was when one of the guys would pull out of her dripping pussy and I’d immediately wrap my lips around his cock and lick and suck her juices off of it. She tasted and smelled delicious. I wanted to make love to her in the worst way.” I grinned at her. “Your father and Andy knew that I wanted to taste her and they would pull out and then let me lick her pussy juices off of their cocks – feed me her juice. I think she knew what we were doing. I absolutely loved the taste of her pussy. I’d watch the guys go down on her, licking and sucking her open wet pussy. God it was so pink and inviting. It drove me nuts not being able to actually go down on her!” I said shaking my head, smiling wistfully.
Cheryl sat listening to me, reaching over to sip her drink from time to time. Her legs parted more and more till finally I could see her panties clearly. They were drawn up tight against her pussy and the cloth pressed into her crevice. As she moved, the light shifted and I could clearly see that it was darker, wet with her juices; she was excited by all of this.
I saw her glass was almost empty and moved to fill it. I turned away to get the pitcher and pulled at the belt so it barely held the gown closed. I turned back and bent over her. As I had intended, the belt slipped loose and my gown slid open fully, giving her a clear view of my breasts, belly and my thin panties.
She looked up at me and laid her drink aside. Her hands went under my robe and caught a breast in each hand and gently squeezed them, cupping and lifting them slightly. God it felt so wonderful. I leaned over and kissed her softly, lightly. Her hands never left my breasts, cupping and fondling them. I slid my tongue along her lips feather soft. Her lips parted slightly and her tongue answered mine. Without looking, I reached out and put the pitcher on the table and brought my hands to her robe and pulled it aside revealing her beautiful breasts.
They were the most beautiful breasts I had ever seen, lovely rounded cones of satin smooth skin. Her nipples were erect and pointed, the areolas puffy and swollen, pink and delicious looking. I have looked at many breasts, but hers were absolutely gorgeous. She could grace the centerfold of any top men’s magazine.
“God, Cheryl, you have the most beautiful breasts I have ever seen. Perfect!” I stroked them lightly feeling the soft skin, the firmness of them. There was no sag whatsoever. My clit throbbed almost painfully.
“Why thank you. Mom thinks they are beautiful too. She says I should become a centerfold. She says the girls make a bundle of money if you go with one like Playboy and it also opens up a lot of professional possibilities. She thinks I should get some nudes of myself and send them in. Your hands tell me you like them too!” She laughed lightly. Her hands continued to expertly stroke my breasts. Where had she learned this? She was good, very good.
“Your breasts are magnificent too. They look just like Mom’s too. She told me you two were almost twins in so many ways. I think yours are just a little firmer than hers. She probably can’t still pass the ‘pencil test’ and you obviously can!” She laughed looking up at me.
I pulled back and held my hands out to her. She stood up and I slid her robe off and gasped at her perfect body. Damn, she was definitely centerfold material, the men would get off looking at her, and the women would die of envy. I started to pull my robe off but she took it and pulled it off my shoulders, and let it whisper to the floor.
We moved together at almost the same time. Her soft hot body pressed against mine, her hard nipples making dents in my flesh. We kissed and her lips were soft and smooth. She slid her tongue out and stroked my lips. I remembered her mother doing the same thing to me when we had kissed. I answered her tongue with mine while my hands played over her back and moved downward to cup and stroke her shapely ass. Her perfume surrounded me, subtle and so thought provoking. I suddenly realized it was the same perfume her mother used. My heart slipped a beat at the memory of her mother’s scent, her body close to mine.
Cheryl’s hand went behind my head pressing my mouth firmly against hers, her other hand cupped my breast and squeezed and fondled it. Her fingers found my nipple and rolled it expertly and pulled it a little. It hardened and thrust out even more. This young lady knew her way around women. I’d have to ask her about her experiences with them. Whoever had taught her was good, very good.
Our tongues slid and probed, she was every bit as good a kisser as her mother, and that was saying a lot as Pat was a superb French kisser. She loved Frenching so much and I had wanted to take it to the ultimate end, her tongue deep inside my pussy, mine inside hers. I thought of that now, as I kissed her beautiful and very talented daughter. Our passions rose as we caressed each other and our lips and tongues meshed and experimented.
We pulled back to catch our breaths. “Wow, you are a wonderful kisser, Sweetheart. Your mom is a really good French kisser, and you are every bit as good as she is! I love to kiss a woman who is good at kissing back. You certainly are!” I said admiring her technique.
“Well thank you, you are a fantastic kisser too. I’ll have to tell Mom ‘Like mother, like daughter.'” She laughed.
“I don’t think that would be too wise. She might not like the fact that I’m making love, or I hope, about to make love to her beautiful daughter!” I smiled wistfully.
She gave me a sly little grin and kissed me again, her hand slipping down to cup my pussy through my thin panties. Her finger traced my slit pressing inward gently. Damn I loved it. I strolled her smooth back then slid my hands down inside her sexy panties tracing the crevice of her magnificent ass, till I felt her hot back hole. She thrust her hips back against my exploring finger. I slid it around and around her over her anus. She moaned into my mouth.
Her finger pressed inward, rubbing up and down. I knew the cloth was wet from my juices. Her hand moved up then inside my panties and her finger pressed down finding my wetness then moving upward till I cried out as her slick finger found my hard clit. She rubbed it up and down then made little circles around over the tip, just the way I love having it rubbed. I bit down on her tongue in passion. Her fingernails bit into my back in retaliation. I think we both loved the pain. I know I did.
“You are driving me crazy.” I managed to gasp. “I want you naked, totally naked.”
She pulled back slightly and we separated and spread her arms. “Here I am! I’m yours for the taking!” She said with a Mona Lisa smile.
I fell to my knees and kissed her breasts. They tasted delicious. Her perfume enflamed me, making me think of her mother. I sucked her nipples and tongued her puffy areolas till the nipples stood out firm and erect, the areolas crinkled, her breasts seemed firmer now, swollen with passion. She rubbed her nipples back and forth across my lips. I caressed the firm velvet slopes.
I kissed downward slowly, licking, sucking her flesh till I reached her stomach and the edge of her sexy panties. I slid them downward revealing her treasure trove. My eyes widened when I took in the beauty of her lovely sex. Her pubic hair was neatly trimmed in a V shape, pointing down toward her delicious looking slit. Her inner lips didn’t protrude leaving a clean delicious looking line.
Her pussy was beautifully neat, the slit pronounced and deep, and the downward pointing arrow seeming to command a tongue to explore it. As I bent downward to kiss it, I smelled the delightful odor of her perfume mixed with the faint odor of an excited woman. I breathed the scent in, and it made my head swim.
I slid her panties to her ankles and she stepped out of them. I brought them to my nose and inhaled her scent. I looked up at her and licked the wet crotch. She shook her head slightly in amusement, smiling down at me. I laid her panties aside. She just might leave sans panties. That was a sexy thought!
I leaned forward and kissed her pussy sliding my tongue out and licked up her pronounced groove. I tasted her wetness slightly, but not as much as I wanted to. She pushed her hips forward and spread her long shapely legs. I licked again, pressing my tongue against her pussy, penetrating it a little deeper. I cupped her ass and pulled her against me. I wanted my tongue deep inside her. I penetrated her a little more and slid my tongue upward. She gasped softly as I grazed her clit.
I couldn’t stand it; I wanted to taste more of her sweetness. I stood up on shaky legs. She smiled at me and stepped back spreading her arms wide. “Now that you see me naked, totally naked, do you like what you see? Am I as beautiful as my mother? Do you want me as much as you did Mom?”
“Oh, God yes. You are more beautiful than your mother. You have the body of a Goddess. I have never seen one more beautiful.” I gasped out sounding like a schoolgirl with her first crush.
“Now I want to see you too, see you completely naked. See if you still look like Mom.” She said as she bent forward and kissed my breasts slowly, one at a time then sucked each nipple, leaving it wet and gleaming with her saliva. As she pulled back a tendril of saliva gleamed in the light, a silver rainbow from her lips to my nipple that disappeared a moment later. She slid to her knees and kissed my under breasts then down to my stomach. Her tongue flicked out and into my belly button. She pulled my panties down slowly, tantalizing us both.
She looked up at me when she slid them down past my pussy and found my bare pubic mound. She grinned. “I love it! Bare, so virginal.” She nuzzled it. “And so very soft too. I like that too. Soft and so smooth.”
Her tongue slid out to probe at the top of my pussy. I have a small circular opening there; one lover said it looked like the top of a keyhole. Her tongue probed inward, then down. I sobbed as her tongue hit my clit and sent a thrill through me. I spread my legs and pushed my hips forward toward her mouth. She didn’t disappoint me and her tongue probed inward and found my pussy wet and dripping for her. She moaned her approval as my juices flowed over her tongue.
She tongued me for what seemed like ages but was only a minute or two. I grew so hot and I wanted her body, I pushed her face away gently. She looked up at me and smiled then stood up and we hugged, naked body to naked body. We moved sliding our breasts against each other, nipple-to-nipple, pressing and teasing. I pushed forward and put a thigh on each side of her leg and pressed against it, making my pussy hump against her leg. She thrust back against me and her pubic mound was prominent against my thigh.
We squirmed as we kissed, and our hands stroked and fondled. Our breathing became ragged then we turned and moved toward the bed. I gripped the bedclothes and ripped them downward making a haven for us to lie on. The sheets were cool as I lay back and pulled her on top of me. She laughed and settled between my spread thighs. Her prominent pussy mound pressed against mine. I spread my thighs wider and she wiggled a little and I felt her mound slip between my pussy lips splitting them wide. She kissed me and thrust her pussy against mine.
I was positively dripping and her mound settled between my lips and began to stroke my pussy and clit. I loved it. She slowly humped my body, pressing downward and rotated her hips upward in a slow rhythm. God, she was good. I closed my eyes and thought of her mother, wishing it was Pat here with me. I don’t know why! Cheryl was an absolutely stunning beauty and all a lover could ever desire. I opened my eyes and looked into her beautiful blue eyes and kissed her, slipping my tongue back and forth across her wet lips. She tasted delicious. But her mother’s perfume filled my nostrils. I breathed its fragrance in.
Her pussy mound was having its effect on me and I soared upward as she humped me. I had never had much success with frottage, but now this beauty, and the daughter of my best friend, was rubbing against me and setting me on fire. Her pussy lips pressed on either side of my turgid clit. I cried out her name as I climaxed and my hips bucked upward towards her pressing pussy. I came so hard I literally saw stars. I screamed out over and over calling her name again and again. Finally I fell back limp.
She lay lightly atop me, taking her weight off of me, and kissing my cheeks and eyes as I lay recuperating. Finally she moved and lay beside me caressing my body lightly.
“I have never been able to climax like that before, having someone rubbing my pussy that way. That was fantastic.” I finally managed to say. She just grinned at me.
Her hips pressed against my body and I could feel her wet pussy against my leg. “Now it’s my turn!” I said when I had recuperated. “I want to repay you for that fantastic climax.” I stroking her firm up thrust breasts. She just smiled and lay back gazing into my eyes. She had beautiful blue eyes, just like her mother.
I was in a fantasyland of love/lust. Slowly, gently I made love to her. I kissed her eyes, lips, ears, neck and then her magnificent breasts. I loved the taste of them, and her/her mother’s subtle and erotic perfume drove me on to new heights of pleasure. I licked and sucked her nipples to hard points, and as I kissed one, my fingers rolled her other nipple pulling a little hard as I had noticed she, like me, liked a little pain. I raked her nipple with my teeth and she hissed her approval, her chest pushing her nipple upward against my teeth. Her hand went to her pussy and she stroked it while I made love to her breasts. I kissed her under breasts and licked the sensitive skin there.
I felt her finger touch my lips and I let her slip it into my mouth. It was wet with her juices. She ran it into my mouth and over my tongue. I sucked her pussy juices off of it, loving the flavor of her excitement. I slowly kissed and licked my way down over her hard muscled stomach to her thighs and licked the juncture of her thighs making her squirm with pleasure. I spread her thighs wide and moved down between them.
She pulled her knees up toward her breasts, spreading herself wantonly wide for me. I stared at her pussy; beautiful as any I had ever seen. Her outer lips were smooth and lovely, her inner lips small and neat. I saw gleaming wetness there and wanted it. I put a finger on either side of her pussy and spread her open gently looking at her rose colored opening. Small and beautifully shaped, tender, young, seemingly unspoiled.
I leaned closer and kissed the center of her sex. She thrust her hips upward at the touch of my lips, and her hands moved to my hair and stroked it. I inhaled her delicious fragrance and slid my tongue out to touch her intimate flesh. She was so wet. I lapped at her pussy, over and over tasting her salty/sweet flavor.
God, I love the taste of a woman’s pussy. A flash of the taste and smell of her mother’s pussy went through my mind. I had tasted it from my husband, and her husband’s cocks after they had fucked her, never first hand. I tried to remember the exact taste, the exact smell of her mother’s pussy. I pointed my tongue and slid it slowly inside Cheryl’s delicious pussy. She moaned far above me. I have a long tongue and slid it as far inside her as I could and wiggled it around inside her tight young pussy. My lips covered her intimate flesh and I sucked gently on her slick hot opening. Her delicious juices flowed into my mouth as I tongue fucked her. I sucked, running my tongue in and out of her.
I finally moved my tongue upward till I found her hard clit just peeping out of its sheath. I flicked the head and she cried out. I put a finger on either side of her clit shaft and ran them up and down gently, jacking off her clit. Each upward stroke of my fingers made the head pop out of hiding and I tongued its underside. She groaned and her fingernails bit into my scalp. I pushed upward firmly and her clit slid out, pink and lovely like her mother’s. I wrapped my lips around it and sucked and tongued it at the same time.
Her hips pushed upward toward my mouth. I put a finger inside her, then another. Her pussy was very tight around my fingers, but she was so wet I had little trouble sliding them deep inside her. I use a technique that I had learned and crossed my fingers. As I pressed them in and out, I rotated my wrist so that my twirling fingers stimulated her vaginal entrance much more than just the in and out thrusts. My lips and tongue played over her hard clit, which seemed to grow even longer.
Cheryl cried out and humped against my face. I quickened my licks and sucks and my fingers thrusting in and out faster, rotating, giving her the maximum pleasure. She screamed and her body went rigid. I made my tongue vibrate against her clit and my hand became a blur as I finger fucked this beautiful daughter of my best friend. I brought her to several very violent screaming climaxes before she went limp and I gentled my kisses and licks. Her juices had gushed out several times, flowing over my lips and chin. My face was wet from her pussy juices. I reveled in it.
I moved upward slowly, kissing her heaving body, enjoying the return trip up her magnificent body. I caressed her gently till she caught her breath. Her lovely blue eyes sparkled as she looked at me and smiled. I took in her beautiful body and could almost see it spread across a centerfold. Would they show the beautiful pink of her inner pussy?
“You said you might come to Chicago. Why don’t you stay with me till you can find a place? I know a fantastic photographer who will jump at the chance of taking some nudes of you to send to any of the men’s magazines you want to submit to. He’s strictly legit and won’t take advantage of you. Photographers who discover centerfolds get good money too. He’d probably pay you also. Would you like to come stay with me?” I asked softly hoping she would take me up on it.
“I’d love to, think we might have more of this wonderful lovemaking together?” She smiled with a naughty grin. I told her she could be sure of it.
She looked deep into my eyes and got a funny lopsided grin on her face. My brow furrowed. “What?” I asked.
“You didn’t realize it, but you called out ‘Oh God! Yes Pat! – Ohh, Pat, Pat, Pat!’ when you came!”
My mouth dropped open. Damn, that was so embarrassing. Calling her mother’s name while I made love to Cheryl! She put out her hand as I started to apologize.
“She told me you wanted to make love to her so much. I don’t mind, I take it as a complement. Hey, let’s celebrate this wonderful new budding relationship. Do you have any champagne?” She asked perking up.
I didn’t. She got off the bed and went to the phone and asked me if she could order some from room service and charge it to the room. I, of course, told her that sounded wonderful. She dialed and ordered the champagne. She came back to the bed.
“That was wonderful lovemaking. You are a fantastic lover. I want to repay you, but with a 69. That’s one of my favorite positions with a woman. Give and receive at the same time.” She said looking down at my nude body. I opened my arms to her, and we slid together. We kissed and caressed, then turned when our passions soared. We kissed slowly downward and finally settled on our sides in a wonderful 69, faces buried in each other’s dripping pussies. Her talented tongue slid inside me while I licked her sweet pussy. She was very wet and so delicious. Her lips and tongue played over and in my pussy and I could feel my body becoming enflamed, my pussy lips full and engorged as she nibbled on them and her tongue flicked my clit.
I was just on the edge of a climax when there was a knock on the door. Damn, I was almost there! Before I knew it she was out of bed and across the room. Nude, she went to the door. I started to say something but she unfastened the chain, unlocked, and opened the door. A slightly muffled feminine voice from the hall said, “Room Service, you ordered Champagne?”
Cheryl stood there stark naked in the door, looking at the room service woman, and unbelievably, I heard her say. “Yes we did, come in, please.” A cart loaded with Champagne in an ice bucket, slid into view rather slowly, and then I got the surprise of my life. Her mother, Pat, wheeled the cart into the room. She had on heels and a long coat. Her eyes found me on the bed and a huge grin spread on her face. She looked gorgeous as always.
“Mom, I think Aunt Becky is ready for some very special room service, I know I am!” Cheryl said looking over at me and winking.
Pat closed and locked the door behind her. Her hands went to her coat unbuttoning it slowly. With a shrug she let it slide off of her almost naked body to pool around her feet. She stood clad only in French stockings and her shoes. Her body was trim and beautiful, not an excess pound on her. Her breasts were beautiful, full and gorgeous, settled just a little lower than the last time I had seen them. Below, her pubic mound was clipped in an exact duplicate of her daughter’s, a V in front, clean below. I took her body and face in slowly. We could still pass for sisters.
She stood; long legs parted exposing the furrow of her pussy. She had on black French cut stockings that formed a band around her waist and left her pussy bare, with heels it made her legs look longer, slimmer. Stunning! She reached out and pulled her daughter to her and gave her a long slow kiss, their hands stroking and fondling. I could see their mouths open and tongues probing. My eyebrows shot upward.
They broke apart; Pat took her daughter’s hand and the two of them walked toward the bed, mother and daughter coming to climb in bed with me. I watched Pat’s beautiful breasts bob and sway as she walked, her daughter’s magnificent breasts bobbed only slightly, firm and so damn lovely.
Finally my wish was going to come true; I was going to make love to my best friend Pat, and – something I never dreamed of – her beautiful daughter – together. I held out my arms to them.
The End