Date: Sun, 27 Feb 2000 17:35:28 -0800 (PST) From: Selena Anders Subject: margaret-32 Consciousness returned slowly as a tongue swirled equally slowly around my nipple. A feather light touch moved down my belly and for a moment I felt that something was missing. Loving fingers slid delicately teasingly along my slit, and I realized what was missing. Rita, lovely Rita, had shaved it off, and I still wasn't completely used to the change. "Mmmmmm" I purred, and soft lips made their way to mine. The soft hand slid back up my belly as my lips parted to admit an eager tongue. I gasped at a firm pinch on my nipple, and the tongue speared deeper into my mouth. I reached to clutch at smooth young skin, pulling the lithe body on top of me, nipple to nipple and pussy to pussy. Our naked flesh writhed against each other, lubricated by the woman juice that flowed freely between Jessie's thighs. My eyes were still closed, but what kind of a mother would I be if I couldn't recognize my own daughter's seductive body? With one leg between mine, Jessie ground her slippery mound against me, and in minutes we were both gasping aloud in our climaxes. I'm afraid we woke up Ali and Liz in the next bed, and as my eyes finally fluttered open Liz softly told me, "Good morning, Mom." Jessie grinned down at me, "Ready for naughty nightie day, Mom?" "Not yet," I replied, "Take me to the shower." Jessie dragged me into the bathroom where we scrubbed each other in intimate detail then emerged to brush our teeth. Then it was Ali and Liz's turn for the shower. We were still brushing each other's hair when Ali and Liz emerged from the bathroom, glowing fresh. There were still some hours before the afternoon show, so I declared a morning off. "But everyone be back here by 11:30." I announced. I was surprised that Jessie volunteered to keep the showroom open, but she explained that the woman she saw the day before had promised to come by and sign a major contract. So Liz and Ali and I set out to enjoy the tropical morning. Liz seemed determined to line up a big buyer like Jessie had, so she dove into the morning crowd, and was instantly surrounded by people asking, "Aren't you one of those EROS models?" Leaving Liz to her own devices, Ali and I wandered through the lobby. "Look Margaret," Ali pointed, "Isn't that our stewardess from the trip down here?" I looked and sure enough there was the trim professional-looking figure of Lanie. Quickly Ali snaked her way through the people, and more slowly I followed. As I caught up, Lanie was saying "...was hoping to get a room here for my layover, but the convention has booked all the rooms. Now I'm going to have to get one of the cheaper places down the beach." Lanie was such a contrast with Ali and me, she in her crisp uniform, and we in our bikini bottoms and coolie hats. Ali told her, "Don't worry about that! You can come and sleep with us! We have two king-size beds in our room, for just the four of us, so there's lots of room! Here, let me take your suitcase." I was surprised that our submissive little Ali was taking such firm charge of the situation, but I could see no harm in it so I went along. Lanie and I followed her toward the hotel room, along the second floor hallway because she didn't want to interrupt Jessie in the showroom. She dropped the suitcase in the room and led Lannie out onto the large balcony overlooking the terrace. The tropical sun beat down mercilessly, and even at 10:30 in the morning the temperature was up around 85 degrees. Ali turned to Lanie, "So just kick back and relax. How long is your lay-over?" Lanie checked her left wrist, "Departure in just under 24 hours. Jeez that pool looks good, and I forgot to pack a swimsuit." "In that case, there's no time to lose. Let's get that uniform off you, and maybe I can lend you a bikini bottom!" Ali moved to help Lanie out of the navy blazer of her stewardess uniform, and I joined her right away. The poor girl was so overdressed. After the blazer came her cap, tie, starched white shirt, skirt, half-slip, shoes and pantyhose, and even then she still wore a tan colored D-cup bra and soft, sensible-looking panties. Since arriving on Santa Pinata I had almost forgotten it was possible to wear so many clothes. At about 5'4" tall and 36-25-35, Lanie looked like a perfect little Greek goddess, or perhaps one of the nymphs that Zeus was always seducing. Well, what was good enough for the chief of the gods was good enough for me, and I walked up behind her and wrapped my arms around her, and bent over slightly to kiss the back of her neck. My hands cupped Lanie's massive breasts as my tongue swirled around the vertebra at the top of her spine. She moaned slightly as I pinched her erect nipples through the cloth of her bra, and moved down to suck at the next small lump of her backbone. As I slowly made my way down Lanie's back, reverently kissing each little bone of her spine, Ali knelt before her and drew the panties down her shapely legs. I couldn't see in front of Lanie, but the spasm that went through her body suggested that Ali's tongue was searching for the center of her pleasure. My own tongue was approaching Lanie's bra-back, so my fingers unsnapped the front closure, freeing her magnificent full breasts. The bra fell from her shoulders and down to about her elbows, pinning her arms to her sides as my fingers returned to play with her hard young nipples. "Aaahhhhgh!" Lanie let forth a gasp as she took a step to part her thighs, admitting Ali's questing tongue. I was still slowly licking at the midpoint of her back, but the spread legs suited me as I intended to keep on kissing lower. Slowly I slid to my knees, swirling my tongue around the small of Lanie's back, while Ali continued to do unknown things to her belly, inner thighs, or perhaps more private places. I couldn't resist making a detour to the lovely little dimples at the top of Lanie's firm strong ass, licking them and kissing them until she began to wiggle her pretty bum in my face. My hands stroked down her thighs, and finally the bra fell loose from her fingertips, and I tossed it away. As my tongue trailed over her smooth skin to the top of her crack, Lanie let loose a noise that was half way between a gasp and a squeek, and I guessed that Ali was closing in on her target. Lanie took another step, parting her legs even farther, as my thumbs parted the cheeks of her bum. Slowly but inexorably I licked lower and lower, and I heard a moan as my tongue passed below the tip of her tailbone. I was less than 2" from her anus, as I skooted forward to get under my lovely little nymphette, tilting my face up to slurp wetly at her ass. I hadn't even got to the enticing brown pucker of Lanie's anus when I felt myself knee-to-knee with Ali. My hands left Lanie's ass cheeks and ran down her inner thighs, feeling the moisture left there by Ali's tongue. So I reached between Lanie's legs and my hands closed on Ali's breasts. I pinched her nipples, hard, and heard her yelp. At the same time, Ali pressed forward to jam her tongue deep into Lanie's vagina, and I lunged upward to lick at the sweet little rectum above me. Ali's chin bumped mine, and we had a brief tongue duel in the midst of Lanie's delightful hairless crotch. I wanted to probe the girl's ass hole while Ali wanted to lick her vagina, and there wasn't room for both of our chins. After half a minute I won, and Ali retreated to suck on Lanie's clit. Moments later, Lanie began to squeal and shake, and a gush of girlie juice spurted from her vagina, soaking Ali's chin and mine, and flowing down our breasts. Again Ali and I had a comic moment, as we both attempted to lick up the fluids from the same fountain of femininity. We ended up bruising our noses and lips as we collided beneath Lanie's delicious cunt. Lanie continued to shake, in her spasm of orgasm, as she clutched at Alixia's hair, and we two slurped and sucked at her crotch. But eventually her torrent of love juice slowed, and she began to collapse on top of us. We laid her down on the sun deck. She looked up at us, "Do you people always rape every woman who falls into your clutches?" "Oh no!" I assured her, "We just like to return the hospitality of strangers, like yourself on the flight down here. I hope you don't mind!" Lanie reached up and hooked her arms around my neck, "No, I don't mind. You two can return my hospitality like this any day. No come here and kiss me!" _____ "Margaret, I think it's about time to think about the show." Alixia reminded me as Lanie's lips reluctantly parted with mine. She was right, although I really wanted to continue to explore Lanie's body, and particularly her full lush breasts. So with a last regretful lick at the luscious pinky-brown nipples below me, I got up to return to work. Ali scrambled after me, and Lanie seemed to take an interest too, as she followed behind. We descended the stairs to the showroom, and there was Jessie, slouched nude on a couch and looking exhausted. "Are you OK?" I asked. Jessie looked up at me like a cat that has just swum a mile in cream. "I got the contract!" she languidly pointed at a file folder on the coffee table. I picked it up and flipped through the papers, and gasped at the total figure of the order! Steinmetz had ordered hundreds of items for each of its more than sixty stores. I grabbed her and kissed her, forgetting that my mouth was covered in Lanie's cum. Jessie didn't mind, and returned my kiss with enthusiasm, but then it was time for Ali and I to hit the shower once again. It just wouldn't do to turn up at the fashion show dressed in girlie gush. As we emerged from the shower, I wasn't surprised to see Jessie and Lanie exploring each other's bodies with their fingers and tongues, but time was getting short. I ordered Jessie into the shower and simply accepted it when she dragged Lanie along with her. Ali and I set to work organizing the garments for the afternoon's sleepwear show. Each of the twins would start at opposite ends of the rack, and move toward the center. Where the heck was Elizabeth? She was supposed to be back by now! Jessie and Lanie emerged from the shower, and Lanie started to blow-dry my daughter's hair. After a few seconds I could tell she knew what she was doing, so I left them to it. Where was Elizabeth?! I re-checked the order forms, and my script for introducing the styles, as I heard the show begin. I felt like going frantic, but contained myself, worrying about Elizabeth. Finally, just as the third exhibitor started their presentation, Liz walked in with Katie in tow. "Sorry I'm late, Mom, but Katie and I got talking, and we just lost track of time." There was no time for recriminations, as I sent Liz to the shower, and when Katie followed her I just gave up. What was happening here?? I took a deep breath to settle myself, and as I did so I remembered two weeks before, when I had told my daughters, "I see you ladies have begun to learn something about sex. I expect you to strive for the same excellence as you display in your other endeavours." Well, I had no-one but myself to blame. We had barely twenty minutes left to go when Liz and Katie emerged from the shower, and I watched Lanie transfer the air drier from Jessie to Liz's golden pubic curls. A shiver of lust ran up my spine, as I resolved to try that one day soon. Somehow, the girls managed to work out a process I wouldn't have believed. Lanie and Katie volunteered to work in the changing cabana, while Alixia would move through the crowd in the VIP area, taking orders as I introduced the garments. We moved out across the terrace to cabana number 2, just as the previous exhibitors were moving out, and the occupants of number 1 were well into their presentation. I stood at the foot of the podium, watching as three listless models displayed the same tired old Frederick's of Hollywood fashions they had been showing for the last ten years. It's such a shame, I thought. Some things never change. And then Mr. MC was beckoning to me. It was our turn. I mounted the steps. "Ladies and Gentlemen," I launched into my speech, "I'd like to introduce you to a 4000-year-old wonder fabric known as linen! Brushed linen can be brought to a shine far beyond contemporary fabrics, and I'd like to show you how!" Valena and Harriet had decided to ditch the traditional black and red colours of the tawdry old lingerie schools, and to go with a mostly white line, using accents of hot pink, lime green and electric blue. There were a lot of net and sheer fabrics, always white, with rich full white linen wherever a trace of modesty was needed. We started with full-length peignoir sets, over racy teddies and bra-and-panty sets; then moved through shorter night-jackets, with each outfit becoming a bit more revealing than the last. My twins abandoned the sultry swagger that seems to me the norm for fashion models today, and often blew kisses to the crowd in the blue pool around the runway island. They were having fun, and wanted everyone to know it. I was getting toward the end of our presentation, "And inspired by Batman, here comes the Riddler!" Jessie came striding out in a long evening cape made of alternating sheer nylon and linen, and under it was a white net teddy with a hot green question mark that barely covered her nipples, then dove down toward her crotch. I don't have to tell you where the dot of the question mark was. The cape billowed out behind her as she strode the length of the island to the huge applause of the crowd. Next was the Aphrodite, a white linen teddy with scallop-shaped sheer mesh pale blue inserts designed to reveal all. Jessie skipped joyously back toward the starting place and exchanged a big high-five with Elizabeth who had just emerged in the love-goddess teddy. "Hey Jimmy! Go for it!" a loud young male voice cried, followed by a small thump. A football sailed out over the cabanas and over the island, and suddenly a young boy came dashing over the bridge and running down the island toward my daughters, in pursuit of the football that landed with a splash in the pool. This kid might have been 13 or 14, but he weighed at least 150 lbs, and his charge sent both Elizabeth and Jessie sprawling, bruising their legs and elbows as they were knocked into the pool. Oh shit! What was I going to do now? I stared at the little bruiser who had come to a halt at the end of the island, as long lithe Lana came charging down the concrete runway and grabbed him by his collar and dragged him away. The spectators in the pool helped Jes and Liz out of the water. What a note to end our presentation on! I looked frantically around, and there in front of the changing-cabana was little Alixia. She was making hand motions, and it took me a moment to figure out that she meant for me to carry on. Putting all my trust in her, I leaned again toward the microphone, "And finally, I know you've all already heard of a thong-back teddy. But we at Eros have decided to introduce the thong-FRONT Teddy, the ultimate in ways to turn him on before you turn the lights off!" The crowd instantly forgot my poor bruised daughters and their heads swiveled toward the bridges that led onto runway island. There, glistening in pale pink and pale blue teddies. Lanie was resplendent in pink, while Katie glowed in ice-blue linen. Both teddies were built for my daughters' modest B-cup breasts, so the massive mammaries of Lanie and Katie thrust triumphantly over their tops, exposing their hard, excited nipples to the crowd. The French-cut leg holes were cut so high that they came down in the promised thong-front, with barely a 1/4" strap that disappeared into their pussy slits. The two girls seemed to enjoy the cheers as they walked with linked hands raised in the air, down to the end of the island and back, as I thanked the audience for their attention. Our turn was over again, and I rushed back to the display room to tend to my daughters' wounds.