Pandora Opens Her Box, Part 9
Pandora arrived twenty minutes late to the vicars house. The house keeper was just leaving and told her that Shirley was in the church waiting for her. Pandora slowly opened the large wooden door and quietly entered the large gothic building. The coolness inside was rather refreshing from the warm, moist musty air outside which was thickening the sky with dark clouds and the forecast was right for a thunder storm overnight. Pandora looked around the stone walls and pillars and took in the beauty of the carved wooden arches of the ceiling. Then a movement at the other end of the church by the choir stalls caught her attention. It was Shirley sorting out the certain paper work and books for the wedding proceedings. Pandora walked down the middle of the ails on the old red carpet which had moulded to the shape of the three hundred year old uneven stone floor. Opening the wooden gate where the congregation accepted their communion her soft soled shoes made a squeak as she stepped onto the polished floor and Shirley a little shocked turned to see her. Again Shirley was stunned by her beauty and the memory of her lustful masturbation which had ensued after the wedding rehearsal made the blood fill her loins again.
“Pull yourself together.” she thought to herself and she blinked twice as if she was seeing something she could not believe. Here in her presence was the girl who had awoken her passion and had ripped away her innocence replacing it with sin and her morels had gone ending in a passionate lesbian threesome with two of her congregation. One of which was five year old girl. The flower girl at that and the other, the child’s mother.
“Damn, damn, damn.” She heard her mind say. She had to compose herself. Pandora was only here to speak to her about the flowers for the wedding. Nothing more nothing less. Shirley walked toward the teenager with an awkward smile on her face. Pandora smiled back and Shirley just could not help but feel such lust inside her body for this girl.
The floor plans and where each arranged display if flowers was to be placed was discussed as per the arrangements of Darlene’s mother .During the course of this Shirley did hold her tongue. The odd lingering touch was noticed by the teenager and Pandora was enjoying the chemistry she felt between them.
Pandora was certain she would some how eventually seduce this “women of the cloth“, but this was to be when and where she wanted and tonight just did not feel right.
The meeting was over and Pandora left for home to get a good nights sleep before the big day. Shirley on the other hand wasted no time returning to the wooden chair in the Rectory and masturbating herself to another miraculous orgasm. Pandora made her feel like a whore wanting and pining with lust for this young girl. She new all to well what she was feeling and what she had done with the two females on the previous night was immoral and wrong. She tried not to feel this way, but the mother did such a wicked thing by exposing and offering her young child to her. Even a person of the up most morel standing would buckle under the pressure when presented with such an adorable child and with the agreement from the parent. Her mind feeling relief and her crotch sodden she again had to wipe the chair clean of her of her love juices. Turning off the lights she locked the doors and followed the path back to the house. She took a cup of hot milk to bed and for half an hour she read the bible. This gave her comfort or at least a little believing that if she read the book she could some how absolve herself of theses sins. Whatever she thought she felt better and turning out her light and fell asleep feeling like a true Christian with the belief that in some way she had been forgiven by God. At least until the next time.
The curtain wafted back and forth as the cool morning breeze entered the bedroom. An almighty thunderstorm had ensued that night, but in the throws of lesbian passion the three females had not noticed except for the odd lightning bolt filling the room like a photographer was present taking pictures of them. The fresh smell of the clean morning filled Darlene’s nostrils and when the breeze moved the curtains sunlight flickered over the three naked females. Almost like a disassembled Russian “Matryoshka” doll with all the different sizes laying on their sides the three generations lay motionless after a night of pleasure. Darlene lay on her side with her mother behind draping an arm over her and between their legs almost resting her face between her mothers buttocks was the child. Seven year old Sara.
Te sun rose and eventually the white light that crept across the room between each wave of the curtain fell upon Darlene’s face. The blackness of her dream state became bright as Darlene was awoke to see the pinkness of her eyelids and brought her left hand to cover her eyes as he opened them. As usual it was just before six thirty. Darlene caught the scent of the summer flowers from her typical English garden flora and this awakened her senses. Her brain began to turn it’s cogs as she slowly woke up. She caressed the arm that draped her body with it’s hand resting on her left breast and feeling the thin fluidness of the skin realized it was her new mother in law resting behind her. She smiled to herself remembering the night they had enjoyed and a little movement between her legs made her remember her darling child had joined them both. Without the wedding this would be a perfect family. Three generations of incestuous females living under one roof would be perfect for most, but Darlene did however enjoy the slight masculinity of her fiancé and a big throbbing penis penetrating her was sometimes all she wanted or needed to make a day worth while. As her hand glided down her leg toward her warming vagina picturing her soon to be husband pumping his hard cock inside her, her precious child began to stir. Snuffling her face between her buttocks Darlene gave herself a little chortle as she felt her daughters breath on her swollen labia. She gently ran her fingers through the matted pubic mound which had been soaked from her mother’s saliva and cum juices and found the hood of clitoris. She eased it back and as her finger touched the nib she moaned slightly as she felt an electric shock shake her body. She lay there for several minutes just tantalizingly arousing herself as she felt her moistening pussy become alive and again the room began to fill with her own aromatic smell of sex. The thought of Mikes big cock pumping inside her cunt was making her so horny and then it hit her.
Suddenly she stopped. ”Fuck” She thought. “I’m getting married, today. Oh my god today” A little panic, excitement and shock hit her all in one. She smiled and her eyes welled up and tears rolled down her face. Nervously she removed her mother in laws arm from her body and carefully manoeuvred her body as to not awaken Sara as her head eased from between her bottom and stood beside the bed. She wiped the tears from her eyes and with a quick glance at the naked females on her bed she turned and headed for the bathroom. She closed the door behind and scampered bare foot across the cold tiled floor to the small rug below the wash unit and rested her hands on the marble surface. Her head rose and she looked at herself in the mirror. All that ran through head was marriage, marriage over and over. She smiled nervously again and more tears rolled down her checks. She could not understand her feelings of joy, excitement and being at the same time scared and a feeling of awkwardness with the word forever.
A splash of cold water on her face livened her up and she pulled herself together. How silly she thought to herself. She had wanted this for years and the day had finally arrived. She could not believe it. This was the second biggest day of her life. So why was she feeling this way? “Damn it” She thought. “I’ve always wanted this and now it’s here I will embrece it.”
A quick wash and she brushed her hair as her mind began to relax and she calmed her nerves into a state of girlish excitement. Her childhood dreams where about to become true. All she had ever wanted as a child was this. A big beautiful white wedding, in a country church and a handsome prince. Well she would settle for Mike. He was no Prince, but he was handsome. She thought so at least. He had done his small part in the birth of their darling daughter and she was thankful for that and even more so now. She stepped into the shower and just stood enjoying the warn stream of water. The spray hitting her chest and the cascade running down her body was relaxing and comforting to her. For five or ten minutes she stood there as the bathroom filled with steam. Darlene jumped a little as the cubicle door was opened. A little cumbersome as Sara pulled with all her might as she had never been able to slide open the door with one fowl swoop. Sara climbed in and Darlene pulled the door shut welcoming her child into her embrace. She smiled down at Sara with her face held in her hands and Sara held her waist in her arms. Sara was beaming with delight at the prospect of wearing her pretty flower dress and showing it off to the whole family and friends. Darlene lovingly washed her daughter hair and as Sara left the cubicle through steamy air appeared her Grandmother. Stood in her birthday suit Sara smiled as she loved to see her mature wrinkled body. It was not so saggy just wrinkled although her breasts did lie little low and flat against her belly Sara did like them and especially loved the silvery bush of pubic hair between her legs. A quick hug and hello from the child and Debbie joined her new daughter in the shower. Sara went to her mummy’s bedroom and drying herself off lay back down on the bed and began to smell and inspect all the moist patches on the mattress that had been left behind the night before.
Darlene could sense how Debbie she was feeling. Proud with adoration to have such a woman joining her family and she knew her son would be so happy. Mike loved his mother and Debbie knew he would be happy if he found out about her new found love for his wife and daughter, but alas he could never know. Darlene, Debbie and even Sara knew this was to be their secret forever. The two kissed lovingly. Although it was sexual it felt more like a mother comforting her child to make things feel better and show her that everything was fine and all would be fine. Their embrace lasted for a while until Debbie pulled away and began to wash her body and Darlene with a comforted smile exited the cubicle.
Twenty minutes later and all three where back in the bedroom naked on the queen size bed. Debbie sat with Sara between her legs facing Darlene who lay resting her head on her left arm.
Debbie and Darlene chatted for a few hours while Sara listened intently to how older women chat. She tried to add some input about the day but was interrupted by the overbearing grandparent who had arranged everything like a military exercise. Instead she just twiddled her thumbs and fidgeted between Debbie’s legs occasionally touching her bald vagina to try and distract their attention, but failing to do so with only a few quick mischievous smiles from her mother.
The door bell rang and the two women looked at each other wide eyed as if wondering who it could be. Debbie pointed a finger at the bedside clock and when Darlene looked it was almost ten ‘o’ clock and knew it was the start of the days events. Sara was ushered off to her bedroom to get her dressing gown on while Darlene and Debbie quickly put their own on and hurried downstairs ruffling their messy hair to some kind of normality. Opening the door they greeted the first of the small organised army of females that where there to take orders from General Debbie so everything would go without a hitch.
Debbie smiled at the promptness of the three women turning up bang on time. They where led into the dining room and as they all sat Debbie brought in four bottles of Champagne and a tray of glasses in from the kitchen. A ‘pop’ later and they where enjoying the first sips of the cheap, but tasty liquid refreshment. The sharp tang awoke Debbie’s and Darlene’s mouths and senses and they both squinted as the other women smiled in amusement.
Darlene and Debbie knew all of them from their lives in the village. The first was Ursula. An elderly woman who ran the local Post Office in the small high street at the centre of the village. She was in her sixties and had inherited the small shop from her parents many years ago after their deaths. A well respected woman of the community and the organiser of many charitable events through the years including the past and forthcoming summer fetes. An attractive woman with small facial features and piercing blue eyes. Her hair was grey and was very well maintained. Shiny and straight and usually just left to dangle over her shoulders. Today was different. It was up in a bun and she almost looked like a Edwardian lady. Her make up was just noticeable and her fine figure had always been the envy of quite a few of the elderly women in the community. Debbie and her had always been friends and today and from now would always look upon women in a different way and in Ursula’s case she liked what she saw. Ursula did notice a certain glow about Debbie and the small lingering glances at her thighs that peeked from under her tight corduroy dress, but dismissed them as nothing. Ursula was to be the matron of honour today and was proud of that Darlene and Debbie had chosen her.
Darlene was chatting to one of her old school friends. Emma Buxton was her best friend at school and many a skeleton had been hidden over their youthful years spent together in their bedrooms. Emma was a beauty although a little more full bodied than in her teen years and so was Darlene herself. Emma had short brown hair and although a little tom boyish she still had a perfectly cute round face. Small brown eyes accompanied a small button nose, but not her thick full lips. All the same they where very kissable and Darlene knew this from their many sleepovers all those years ago. Her chest had certainly matured well and the dress maker had remarked on their size many a time during her dress fittings. Darlene had always been jealous of her attributes while growing up as she had so much more attention from the boys. Now though she was a little less so as Emma’s chest had been heading south since her twenties and had seen the stretch marks that where a big price to pay for such impressive breasts. Darlene had always loved Emma and they had in their childhood played at being married together. Their games involved many girly things suchas cuddling, touching and kissing and at times they had even pondered the thought that they where going to live together for the rest of their lives. As they grew older boys became more prevalent in there thoughts and although always close their games disappeared as did the loving embraces and intimacy together. Darlene had missed those times and pondered over them as they spoke.
Sara entered the room in her night gown and ran and jumped on the third woman shouting,
A little “Uuurgh. You’ve got big little one” as she pulled Sara up her legs to make herself feel comfortable with the child on her lap.
Eileen was not her real Aunt as in many cases in families she had been awarded the title by means of necessity just for children’s purposes through family and friends and it had stuck. If by those means Sara had about ten Aunts to date. Eileen was a forty three year old widow of five years. Her husband had died in Afghanistan and his pension and allowed her to buy a small modest house in the village. She had known the family since his death and was now almost a member of the family joining them on holiday a few times over the past couple of years. Since her husband died she did take it hard and she was comforted by Darlene’s friendship and the love from her family helped her get through her grief. She was a short woman standing only five foot one and half and the half being of most importance. Slim and not the most attractive of women but all the same she had an accessible plain look. Shoulder length mousy brown hair that framed her round head with green eyes and slim lips which gave her a child like appearance. She was quite adorable and with her slim physique could be mistaken for a child. A flat chest did her confidence no favours while growing up but now she had come to terms with her body. During those years of taunting at school she became tougher and now stood up for herself in later life. Sara and Eileen became very close and now Darlene wondered if she could become introduced into her new sexual realm. Eileen had never been seen with a man since her arrival and with rumours of the possibility of her now being gay Darlene pondered the idea and thought she would be a beautiful addition.
Sara was still being playful and being very mischievous knowing the women would look as she opened her legs in a childish way pulling her night gown up to expose her nakedness. The odd touch on her bare legs and smiles to her child from Eileen made Darlene almost adamant that she could be a possibility.
An hour passed and Debbie stood to usher them all upstairs for the next manoeuvre in her plans.
They all entered Darlene’s bedroom and they gasped in awe as they saw the wedding dress adorning the cupboard doors of the bedroom closet.
As if triplets the women all said a whispered “Beautiful” and scolded by Debbie as they approached to touch it to feel the silk ‘a’ line skirt of the outfit.
“Now now ladies you should know better.” she barked and taking hold of the silk covered hanger pulled the duvet quickly covering the stained mattress and lay the dress on top of it. Debbie opened the cupboard to reveal two peach coloured brides maid dresses and Ursula’s sky blue matron of honour dress.
Darlene and Debbie dropped their dressing gowns to the floor and the three women just stood and stared at the brazenness of the two women, but all the same began to disrobe themselves. Debbie went to the large bag behind the bedroom door and began to hand out the assortment of lingerie in three bags with each name written on the plastic bags for each woman. The women pulled out the garments and they all adored the choices that Debbie had made. They had all wondered what she would choose after asking for their sizes and where pleased with her choices. All three now naked they began to put on the stockings and brassieres with the exception of Eileen. Debbie looked on and marvelled at the three different female bodies and could sense her body and mind becoming aroused as she looked them all over. She never knew a woman could make her feel this way and to have her daughter, grandchild and three others here, well this is her vision of heaven. The room was full of scents. Make up and perfumes mixed with the female body odours and Debbie’s arousal became noticed by her daughter as Debbie seemed to clasp her legs together as if she where going to piss herself.. Quickly she stood in front of Debbie and gave her a stern look which brought Debbie back to reality.
“Mum” she whispered “It’s neither the time nor the place” she insisted.
Debbie gave her wry look as if to say “There’s no better time or place”
Darlene thought “oh my god. I’ve created a monster. My Mothers a sexual freak. One night of sex with me and Sara and she’s become a lesbian sex machine” Darlene smiled at herself and placed her hand on Debbie’s shoulder and another stern look made her message clear.
A few adjustments of the lingerie and the attention turned to Darlene who was sat at her dressing table. Darlene looked in the mirror at the scantily clad women and then she too saw why her mother was getting moist. They did look beautiful. All three of them. An array of ages and an array of bodies and in their lingerie they looked delectable. Eileen chose herself to take Sara to her bedroom and get her dressed. Sara was pleased as she took hold of her hand and scurried toward her room, Eileen in tow.
As the woman and Sara entered it was dark as the curtains where shut an as Eileen went to open them Sara said.
“No please Auntie Eileen don’t”
“Why ever not?” She asked.
“I like it like this. I just do”
“ Ok sweetie what ever you like” said Eileen. “ Now come on lets get you dressed.”
Sara pulled her night gown over her head and to Eileen’s surprise she felt a sudden surge of admiration for the child’s nakedness. “How delightful Sara looks. She a beautiful child. So young, so perfect, so divine.” Eileen in seconds went through a whole spectrum of rights and wrongs of thinking what she was thinking of whose child this was and even that she had seen this girl millions of times and never felt this way about a child. She couldn’t figure it out, but it was such an overwhelming feeling. Her mind in a spin some how figured it out. It was the room. The whole secret place for the child. The pretty blue star spangled walls. The girly pictures of puppies and horses on the walls. The soft cuddly toys and the smells. The smells where driving her crazy. Sweet smells of bubble gum and her body and hair, so fresh and innocent.
“No “ she thought. She knew it was wrong. “So, so wrong. but this feeling inside is so powerful and I want to, I want to I want to.” she screamed inside herself
The smiling face of Sara topped it off as Eileen bent down in front of her. The idea was too help the child put on her white stockings, but Sara stood their looking into her eyes. Hands down by her side and Eileen just felt the incontrollable desire. She placed her hands on Sara’s waist and bent forward to kiss her stomach. She sniffed and smelt her body and this was such a sweet smell. She kissed again this time licking the child’s skin and a little shriek of delight came from Sara’s mouth. Eileen could not believe she was doing this , but it felt so good. A female, a girl, a child. Eileen had never envisaged being with a woman let alone a child and she could not have picked a more beautiful child.
What seemed like for hours was only moments as she kissed Sara’s tummy. Her kisses moved up the girls body to her tiny little nipple and her tongue flicked over them feeling the soft fleshy nubs harden to the size of tiny peas. Her hands rose too feeling the tiny rib cage beneath her soft perfect skin and as her hands reached Sara’s under arms she giggled as her arms rose and her skin was tickled.
“Oh sweet perfect child.” Eileen whispered as her face came level with Sara’s.
Her hands fell downward and cupped the child’s warm firm buttocks and opening her eyes could see Sara’s where closed. A look of pleasure had consumed the child’s face and her tiny mouth was open slightly. Sara could feel the heat of Eileen’s body next to hers and she moved forward so their bodies could touch. Sara moaned slightly as she felt the older woman’s hard nipples press against her chest. Eileen heard the child’s breathing and with her own sexual passion for the youngster heightening she inhaled and smelt Sara’s fresh mint breath. She shuddered as the next act of French kissing the child approached. Their lips met and Eileen let out a soft moan. She almost came when she felt the girls tiny tongue touch hers. Without even a seconds thought of how this girl knew how to kiss she pressed her mouth firmly to Sara’s and her tongue entered the girls mouth to taste her saliva. Her hands began to molest Sara’s buttocks and with the child’s body pressed against hers it felt wonderful. No thoughts of any one entering the room entered into her mind as her hands began to roam over the girls perfect smooth body. Sara’s hands where resting behind Eileen’s head just dangling on her shoulders as the child enjoyed the lingering exchange of oral juices. Heads tilted slightly and lips together theirs noses touched and both could smell the mixed breaths and hear small tiny moist sounds as their lips moved against one another’s. Again what seemed to last for hours their kiss ended as Sara’s hands moved down to Eileen’s sides. Eileen opened her eyes and as they looked at each other Eileen could see that Sara was in more control than she was. Sara had a goal in mind and it was further down Eileen’s body. Sara began to lower herself, but Eileen stopped her.
“ I know baby. I know what you want, but we can’t” whispered Eileen. A look of wanton desperation for more came over Sara’s face and she looked as if she was going to cry. Eileen brought a palm to her face and stroked her cheek with her thumb to calm the youngster.
“Baby not here not now.” She whispered and her light caress and soothing tones seemed to calm Sara down.
“Later. Can we later?” pleaded Sara.
“We’ll see baby. We’ll see.”
“Fuck’ thought” Eileen “Am I really doing this. Am I really gonna do this with a child?”
The reality of the predicament of this possibility took seconds to hit home in Eileen’s mind. She had never looked upon females in this way. The mind blowing experience she had just encountered with her best friends child was pure bliss, but at the same time totally immoral. What was she to do?. Just play it off as an experience? Tell Darlene? “Oh Fuck no. That’s out of the question. That could cause all kinds of arguments or even, (God forbid) ruin the day. Shit this is a worrying situation. I mean what if, what if Sara actually does come to me for more?”
Questions and predicaments rolled through her head. Eileen shook her head and patted the bed inviting Sara to sit down.
“Come on baby. it’s all right.” she said still not sure what to do she picked up the small hold up stockings and began to scrunch them in her hands. She looked up at Sara and the child astonishingly smiling rose her left leg for Eileen to put on her stocking. Eileen was now more worried asking herself why Sara was smiling? Obviously the child thought that later on they would be together in some kind of lewd act.
Suddenly her train of thought was lost as Debbie entered the room. Eileen turned to look and in a momentary ease she looked upward and “Thanked God” for the intrusion.
“Gramma you look nice” said Sara with a gleeful look on her face.
“Yes you do” said Eileen in agreement.
Debbie scanned the room and switched the main light on to see better.
“That’s better now we can see what’s happening.” said Debbie..
For a split second Eileen thought Debbie had seen them but that thought went out the window as she had heard the door open.
“Well you two haven’t got far have you?” said Debbie seeing Sara totally naked, one outward leg half covered with a white nylon stocking held in Eileen’s hands.
Eileen blushed a touch and looked at the still smiling Sara. Then she looked back at Debbie. Debbie like the rest of the women was dressed only in her negligee. White stockings and a pair of frilly panties (unlike the ones the other women had) which Eileen quite liked and would have preferred them to the ones Debbie had picked out for her and the others. She quite admired Debbie’s body and although quite wrinkly there where only small parts of her body showing any signs of over hang. She noticed her small bra did little to conceal the fact that her breasts had quite literally passed their best and simply congealed to fill the ‘c’ cups. A smile crossed her face as she knew even a wonder bra could not even amply conceal the sagginess and give any kind of cleavage to be proud of. All the same Debbie was seventy three and still had her looks and for an old woman a rather nice figure. Like a child herself Eileen again seemed to look upon Sara’s Grandmother in a new way with sexual tones and as she stood looking rather sexy in her eyes. Eileen’s face reddened even more in embarrassment as she felt a little wetness creep into her already damp crotch. Pulling her legs together she continued to run the stocking up Sara’s leg as Debbie approached, knelt down and began to help with the other stocking. Sara loved how the two women where dressing her and felt a little mischievous with her legs splayed open and how her little bald cunny was exposed for them both to look at. Debbie looked at Eileen and she looked back seeing a smile on her face and watched as Debbie’s eyes moved to look directly at her Granddaughters sexy slit. Eileen had finished running the stocking up the child’s legs and rimming the ends to let them rest comfortably removed her hands and watched Debbie finish the other. Debbie did the same rimming the ends but instead of removing her hands she boldly pushed the child’s legs further open. Debbie had a sixth sense and knew Eileen was enjoying the beautiful sight of Sara’s cunt and looked at the woman.
In a soft tone she whispered” It’s alright Eileen I know you want to and I know she wants you to.”
Eileen’s heart skipped a beat. “oh Jesus” she thought to herself. “This woman’s offering her Granddaughter precious cunt to me. God I want it so much and it’s being offered to me”
Eileen’s eyes went to Sara for a kind of question as if “Can I?” . Sara had a beautiful smile on her face and Eileen knew that the child wanted her face between her legs. Eileen looked back at Debbie for second acceptance from her and this time her question was answered in another way. Debbie lent forward and with no pause Debbie opened her mouth and their lips met. Their tongues dove into each others mouths the saliva mixed and tongues entwined. Eileen’s mind went into turmoil and she moaned as the older woman tongued her mouth exploring every part of her warm mouth. Her kiss was so sensual and loving as the child’s and as long as she could remember she had never been kissed in this way since her husband’s last loving kiss as he left for the war. This was still different as she comprehended that she was kissing another woman and she did not feel anything wrong with it and it felt so bloody sexy. Debbie pulled away and as their lips parted strand of saliva stretched from the mouths and broke springing back to their lips. Both licked the fluids from their lips and Debbie placed a hand on Eileen’s head and softly pushed it forward saying
“She wants’ you baby. Go on I want you to. I want to see you love my little Sara like her mummy does. Lick and love her pussy like you would want yours to be loved and I’ll make sure it is when your make the baby cum in your mouth.” Debbie spoke with such softness and with such confidence that Eileen would please her grandchild. Eileen was now comfortable with this knew and erotic experience she was embarking on.
Debbie removed her hand from Eileen’s head as it moved forward between the soft warmth of Sara’s nylon covered legs. Debbie watched Sara’s eyes close as Eileen got closer and closer to the child’s sweet tasting treasure. Getting so turned on she slipped her and down her panties an felt her warmth between her legs begin to moisten. Brushing softly over her fine pubic bush she shuddered as her index finger found her swollen clitoris and her finger went to work it’s magic as it had one for so many lonely nights over the past three years.
Debbie’s knees rested on the floor as she watched Sara gasp as Eileen mouth engulfed her tiny slit. Eileen’s tongue just flatted against it and she felt the slit widen slightly and could feel how tight the muscle around her entrance was. She remembered how her vagina felt when she first tried to slide a finger inside and thought how special she was to being tasting this young virgins cunt. She stiffened her tongue and the puffy mound accepted it just inside and Eileen got he first taste of a female’s sex. She loved it. Not at all how she imagined thinking it would taste like her own, but it was far sweeter and less creamy. Her tongue felt the small inner labia and hymen. The yet to be deflowered child tasted divine and the tiny entrance was now so warm and oozing small drops of lubricant sending Eileen’s tongue to try and enter further inside the child’s pussy. Failing this her tongue found it’s way an inch upward finding Sara’s tiny clitoris making the girl jerk and clamp her legs around Eileen’s head. Eileen was working Sara’s clitoris as if she had been loving girls all her life as Sara bucked and moaned with girlish delight. The smell from Sara’s pussy was emanating and Debbie’s nostrils flared as she smelt her grandchild’s odour mix with her own sexual scent. Debbie slid two fingers inside her own sopping cunt and she aroused herself even more hearing the slurps and sucking of the younger woman devouring the girls tiny cunt. Eileen had wrapped her arms under Sara’s legs and pulled her legs apart again to give her easier access to her pussy. Sara groaned so loud Debbie opened her eyes and saw the child’s heaving chest rise and fall as an almighty childish orgasm sent her vagina and anus into contracting spasms. A moment later Sara’s eyes opened and she gave a flushed faced grin to her Grandmother as a sign of complete satisfaction as Eileen licked and cleaned the girls cum soaked hairless mounds with her expert tongue. Debbie removed her finger from inside herself and offered them to Sara who sucked her creamy fluids from them sighing with delight at how they tasted. With Eileen pulling back Debbie grabbed her head and her tongue entered her mouth wanting to taste the girl’s cunt from the woman’s mouth. Debbie was so aroused she felt a little forceful and the child now relieved she pushed Eileen’s head down between her bent legs and pulling her panties to one side Eileen needed no encouragement to set to the task of finishing the what the old woman had begun. Eileen devoured Debbie’s large labia and she found the taste of her vagina much more pungent and creamy to that of the girls but drank it with just as much enthusiasm. Debbie convulsed and pushed her cunt flush to Eileen’s head and as the night before her bladder gave way sending spurts of urine into Eileen’s mouth. A little shocked Eileen didn’t pull away just thinking this was one of the squirting ejaculations she had heard of and drank all she could. So much became the flow of piss and cum it spilled from her mouth onto the floor. With her enjoyment as such she finished off Debbie’s pussy and licked the pools she spilt fluids from the veneered floor. Debbie pulled her head up and again kissed her for the taste of her own cum. The women kissed like feverish animals clawing at one another’s backs and Sara giggled in delight watching them enjoy their passionate embrace.
After a few minutes with only two of the three satisfied it was Eileen’s turn to accept the onslaught of Debbie and the loving cunnilingus from the sweet young child. Debbie pulled the slim woman onto the bed pushing her down and opening her legs. Young Sara clambered between them and without much ado began her expert task of showing Eileen how much she loved her pussy as she had done hers. Debbie sucked and bit Eileen’s large nipples on her flat chest and Eileen could not help but groan as pain shot through her body making her cunt ooze an unimaginable amount of fluid. This let Sara have her own liquid breakfast as she was not allowed the champagne the elders were having. And unbeknown to the others they would much have preferred this to the alcohol. Sara found Eileen’s cunt tighter than her Grandmothers and Mothers and much like Pandora’s except for enlarged labia protruding from within. She tasted very sharp as Eileen did like to spray perfume down there on the off chance of much some needed attention which this time was the first since her husbands departure. Sara did notice it was the same smell her mummy used and mixed with Eileen’s unique aroma made it smell wonderful to her. The sharp taste disappeared into nothingness as Eileen’s lubricant over powered it and Sara then began to flicker her small tongue over her small nub. Eileen was in heaven receiving painful bites on her nipples from Debbie and having her clitoris stimulated by a seven year old child. Then it happened. Her pussy erupted and for her first time she ejaculated like Debbie pissing urine and cum all over Sara’s face. Sara loved how her Grandmother pissed on her before and she loved this too. Drinking all she could and this time it was her mattress that was getting soaked but no one cared least of all Sara and by no means Eileen.
The moans of passion died down and loving caresses from Debbie began and soothing light licks comforted Eileen’s sore nipples. Sara had the horrible chore of finishing the task of cleaning the woman’s cunt but did so without complaint and she had had her fill by the end of it. The three rested together on the bed relishing the soft sensations of satisfaction.
“Oh my fucking God” came an exhausted gasp from Eileen.
The reply was just a simple sensual kiss from Debbie and that said it all.
The three where not missed as Darlene was being attended to by Ursula and Emma finishing of her hair and make up. Darlene stood still naked and turned and sat again facing the two women. She offered her legs to the women who in turn where more than pleased to help her with her stockings. Ursula and Emma both knelt down and like Sara had been dressed they began to work the stockings up Darlene’s legs.
Emma began to reminisce over her and Darlene’s very close friendship and the naughty things they did as she admired her full bush of pubic hair between her legs. She especially liked how her labia now dangled between and how wrinkled and soft they looked. She looked up at Darlene and smiled. Darlene remembered that smile from all those years ago. It was when Emma had always wanted their kissing to go further, but Darlene had always declined. Now things where different and today she would offer herself willingly to her friends advances.
Ursula was behind getting Darlene’s panties and suspender belt from the plastic bag when she turned her jaw dropped. Darlene was lying with an arched back and Emma was kissing the inside of her thighs moving ever closer to the darkest desire she had dreamed of all these years.
Post A Comment