Date: Wed, 25 Oct 2023 14:12:00 +0000 From: coffeefourtwo Subject: Clandestine Meetings Chapter 2 All characters are fictional and high school age or older. Comments are welcome. If there is interest, I will continue the series. Please consider a donation to nifty. I am sure you are wondering how I have gotten to this point in my promiscuous life, so I will tell you all the naughty details. And they are quite naughty! I suppose the best place to start, as they always say, is at the beginning. You may be wondering who I first had sex with. That would be with Lori, my younger sister. When she and I started having sex with each other, she was a freshman in high school, fifteen years of age, I was a senior, eighteen years of age. Believe it or not, I was not at the time a very sexual person. I kissed girls, but that was about as far as I went. No male lips have ever had the privilege of kissing my lips. It was over the Christmas holidays when things between Lori and I began to take form. One morning we woke up, and saw each other in an entirely different light, a decidedly sexual light. And that morning, was Christmas Eve. Mother was a real estate agent at the time, working for another realtor. She would get her realtor's license about five years later and start her own business. The office was open only until twelve o'clock on Christmas Eve, and it was her rotation to answer the phones or assist anyone that came in. I was in the kitchen eating breakfast when Lori came in. We said good morning to each other as she took a box of cereal out of the cupboard. Joining me at the table, she sat next to me and began to eat. When we looked each other in the eye, that's when we were looking at each other not as sisters, but instead, as sexual playthings. Lori looked at me for a few moments, stood, took me gently by the wrist and led me to her bedroom, as though it was the natural thing for us to do. I followed her in silence. She locked the door and kissed me. What stunned me about the kiss, was how it felt so right. We were kissing like lovers, our tongues mingling as our hearts beat wildly. Eventually, Lori came, first. After my orgasm, I lie there panting as though I had just sprinted the length of a football field. She stretched over my sweaty body from head to toe, and looked me in the eyes. "Before you say anything, Jen, I am putting you on notice. We are so, doing this again!' I ran my hands over her sweaty back. "You'll get .. no argument .. from me," I said between breaths. We did things in bed that morning, that we do today, although a bit more clumsily that day. We were inexperienced, but we learned about each other's bodies that morning, and through the weeks and months that followed. We became quite skillful as lovers as time passed. My favorite way to be brought to orgasm, as it is to this day, is to be finger fucked while having my nipples licked and sucked. Lori's favorite, then as it is now, is on all fours while being finger fucked ruthlessly from behind, while spanking that beautiful round ass of hers. I have brought her to countless orgasms over the years that way, and I am still amazed at how she screams out with such passion. I'm sure her lovers today are equally marveled. It was about three months later, when mother found us out. No, she didn't leave for work, forget something and come back to find us fucking each other silly in one of our bedroom's. Nor did she leave from work early to find Lori and me munching each other to orgasm on the sofa. How did she find out about us, you ask? Mother was sitting on the sofa one evening, when Lori and I walked into the living room, stood in front of her and told her. It really was as simple as that! And we told her as excitedly as though we got perfect marks on our report card from school. Mother's response may have surprised us then, but looking back on it today, it was no surprise at all. She looked at us with a smile on her face. "Come sit with me, my precious girls," she said as she patted the sofa cushion." We sat on either side, while she held us close, telling us how much she loved us and would never pass judgement on us. As mother would tell us then, and over the years that followed, judgment is not our job. It is reserved for someone else, and someone else, alone. One month later, was when the three of us would become intimate. It happened one Saturday after she came home from work, exhausted. She had several house showings that day and when she walked through the door, her weariness showed. I also knew that the bills were troubling her this month as they often do. This month, an unexpected car repair bill was the culprit. Although I wasn't able to help financially, there was something I could do to give her at least some distraction from her worries, at least for a short while. I pulled Lori into my bedroom and told her of my illicit proposition. She smiled gleefully and nodded her head several times in agreement. Mother was standing at the kitchen sink, her hands on the countertop, staring blankly through the window into the backyard, when Lori and I walked up behind her. I made the first move. I pressed my chest into mother's back, then wrapped my arms around her waist. Mother didn't make any sudden moves, but I did notice her body tense up, imperceptibly. I decided to be bold, licking the back of her neck, which is easy as mother and I are the same height. Moving up to her ear, I took it into my mouth, hearing mother draw in a slow breath. I whispered into her ear softly, "I know you're tired, Mother? Lori and I can make you feel so much better. I promise we will take good care of you. Let us do this for you, Mother, please?" After several long moments, mother made a decision which would transform our lives going forward. It was a decision none of us has come to regret, nor will we ever. I felt mother's body relax, then she spoke barely above a whisper, her voice faltering. "Yes, baby, please." Knowing that time was of the essence, Lori took immediate action before mother could change her mind. She stood beside mother and began to unbutton her blouse. I moved my chest from mother's back just enough so Lori could remove the blouse. She threw the blouse to the kitchen floor, while I unhooked mother's bra, tossing it behind me, having no clue where it landed. I moved back to my previous position and began to passionately lick and slurp at mother's shoulder and then side of her neck. Standing on the side of mother, Lori leaned forward against the counter then titled her upper body sideways. I immediately heard the sound of Lori licking and slurping mother's breast. On the opposite side, I reached around to mother's front and slid my hands into her dress slacks, then into her panty to find a deliciously warm and moist pussy. Sliding my middle finger into mother's moisture-laden pussy, I crooked it upward to find her G-spot, then swirled my finger over and over again on that one spot feeling mother's body respond to my finger and Lori's hungry mouth on her breast. I looked over mother's shoulder to see the majestic sight of Lori's mouth latched onto mother's breast, while her other hand was pinching mother's other nipple. I began to grind on mother's ass, not letting up on massaging her G-spot. Mother herself was becoming quite vocal. "Jen, baby, fuck me, honey! Fuck me, please! Abandoning her G-spot, I began to finger fuck mother, as I heard the sound of Lori slurping mother's breast growing ever louder. "Ohhh, my babies!" mother screamed out as her orgasm flowed through her like a raging river. I felt mother's warm juices flow out of her pussy and onto my hand, wetting her slacks. Lori moved her head quickly from mother's breast to give her a sloppy kiss. I watched her kiss mother with such vigor and passion, I had my own orgasm as I ground harder into mother's ass, screaming out as I wrapped my arms around mother and held on. Lori reached her arms around us, pulling me even tighter into mother. It felt so sensual to be squeezed into mother like that. As Lori soothingly caressed my back, I rested the side of my face onto the back of mother's neck. I felt loved, and I felt whole. I separated from mother and placed a kiss on the side of her neck as she and Lori continued their passionate kiss. I marveled then, as I have to this day, at the way they lovingly kiss each other. While I nibbled on mother's ear I whispered, "Do you want to make Lori come, Mother. I know she's wet for you, and she has the tastiest pussy you've ever eaten." Mother broke her kiss and looked at me with wide eyes. I nodded my head, knowingly. Mother pulled Lori's jeans down to her ankle, then helped Lori onto the countertop, her legs wide. Staring at her daughter's beautiful pussy, I heard mother moan just as her lips began to kiss Lori's pussy. I rested my head on Lori's thigh while I watched mother eat out her youngest daughter. I could smell Lori's fragrant pussy as mother began to tongue fuck her. "Oh, my God, Jen, this is one delicious pussy," mother said breathlessly between slurps. I raised my head from Lori's thigh and looked at her. Seeing she was building an orgasm, I hurriedly raised her T-shirt above her bra. Her breasts fell free when I lifted her bra, my head lunging downward to take one of her nipples into my mouth. Lori placed both hands on the back of mother's head and pulled her into her pussy. Lori began to pant hysterically when I began to run my finger feverishly over her clit. When I bit down on her nipple, Lori came with a vengeance. Lori is a squirter and did she ever gush on mother's face. When Lori's orgasm ebbed, we all kissed, with Lori and I cleaning up mother's face. We both slept with mother that night, as we would every night thereafter unless, of course, she brought home a lover that spent the night. From that first night onward, we made love in any combination, me with mother alone, or only with Lori. Or Lori and mother alone. Or, and I think this is all our favorite, our threesomes. If you could only hear the screams of lust and passion coming from mother's bedroom when we engage in one of our threesomes! I'm surprised we didn't blow a bedroom wall out! When I graduated high school, I was determined to help out financially. Mother somehow managed to make ends meet, even if at times it was by the proverbial skin of her teeth, but I knew she could use some help paying the bills. I offered many times to get a part-time job, starting with my junior year in high school, but mother steadfastly refused, telling me repeatedly that school came first. I decided to forego college and was fortunate to get a full time job at a lingerie store at a nearby mall. When I got my first check, mother would not accept money directly from me, so we compromised. I would help out with buying the groceries and I would pay the monthly electricity and water bill. I also told Lori privately, that if there was something she needed to come see me first. It warmed my heart to see mother's relief having help with the bills. She was now able to put a little money aside in a savings account. It wasn't much, but she, if anyone, deserved it. And was I ever surprised to find out, that working at the lingerie store would open the doors to my promiscuous life! That is really where it all started. The number of women that came into the shop and ogled me, astonished and excited me. About a month after I started working, was when I got my first overture. A friend of mother's, Ms. Frances, I think she was about thirty-five at the time, came into the store one afternoon a little after five-thirty. She asked about mother and Lori while I helped with her fittings. I may have been young at the time, but I know flirting when I see it and Ms. Frances was doing a proper job of it. And I followed her lead. Make no mistake, Ms. Frances has a doctorate in coquetry! After paying for her items, she looked around the store, to see we were alone. She seemed to hesitate for a moment, then took one of our business cards from the counter, along with a pen. She wrote on the back of the card, then flipped it over on the counter and thanked me, turned around and walked slowly to the exit deliciously swaying her hips. I quickly turned the card over to see she wrote a phone number, along with a short note. It read: 'Call me, darling. The sooner, the better!!!!' The four exclamation points made clear her desire! That was when I felt a strong throb between my legs. She was at the exit and about to walk into the mall when I called to her. "Ms. Frances!" She stopped, turned around and smiled, knowing full well she had me. I said somewhat shyly and in a small voice, "I get off tonight at nine o'clock." The seductive smile she gave me nearly knocked me off my feet. "I'll be home. You know where I live, right?" I nodded my head. She turned, looked into the mall to be sure there was no one around her, turned to look at me again and said, "Good! Don't keep me waiting. I'm wet enough as it is." She gave me a decidedly devilish grin, turned and walked out. While I gulped! The assistant manager was out when Ms. Frances came in. Not five minutes after she left, the assistant manager returned. I could only laugh inwardly and think about divine intervention sending Ms. Frances to me when my boss was out. Now, I had a nearly three hour wait! After we closed the store, I was on my way to Ms. Frances's house when I realized I forgot to call mother to tell her I would be late. When I drove into Ms. Frances's driveway, I called mother to let her know about my clandestine meeting. "Frances!" she exclaimed when I told her who I was going to hookup with. "Honey," she said to me, "She and I have been in bed together on more than a few occasions. You are going to have the time of your life with her!" "I hope I'm experienced enough for her, Mother." I said, beginning to feel a little intimidated. "You'll do fine, baby. Don't sell yourself short, you always hold your own with me. Frances is a great lover. She can be as gentle or as rough as you want her to be. Just let her know what you want. I didn't know she is into women as young as you, but trust me, sweetheart, you are in good hands. If you don't want something done to you, just tell her. She is very respectful that way." Mother paused for a moment, and then said in an almost apologetic tone, "If you don't mind, Jen, let me get back to Lori. I was eating out her pretty little pussy when you called, and she is giving me a really, and I mean a really ugly stare, right now." "Get off the fucking phone, Jen, and let Mother get back to eating my pussy!" I heard Lori scream out in the background. I laughed, told mother goodbye, and disconnected the call. I could almost hear mother slurping up Lori. I had a ringside seat watching mother eat out Lori many times, so it wasn't too hard to imagine. Truth be known, it was quite often then as it is today, that mother and I, with our heads side by side, eat Lori's pussy out together. As I walked up the drive, it occured to me, that even if I hadn't met Frances, I would have walked into mother's bedroom to see her eating out Lori, so sex was on the agenda tonight, regardless. When mother said I held my own with her, it eased my mind about Ms. Frances. Before, I felt rather like a high school football team having to play against a professional football team. I was still a little nervous though as I knocked on the door. When Ms. Frances opened the door with a glowing smile, my anxiety immediately fell away. She was dressed comfortably in a pair of blue jeans, and a white tank top with ribbed fabric. What a milf! And tonight, she is mine! She graciously invited me in, and for a moment I sensed a bit of anxiety from her. Turns out my intuition was right. She would tell me at our next hookup, I was the youngest girl she has been with. I followed her to the sofa watching her hips sway, as they did at the store. She turned around when she reached the sofa, and that was when I summoned all the courage I could. I lunged at her, taking her into my arms and giving her as passionate a kiss as I could. I could feel her breasts pressing against mine as she held onto me as tightly as I held onto her, our tongues being formally introduced. How soft and warm she felt in my arms! Our mouths separated with a pop. She looked at me, stunned. I was hoping the kiss made an impression. Looking into my eyes, she said, "First things first, from today on, I am Frances, drop the prefix. Secondly, I want you out of those clothes in ten seconds flat." She began to undress, as did I, in Olympic record time. She looked at my body from head to toe, spending a little extra time staring at my shaved pussy. I looked at hers, to see very little hair, trimmed neatly in a heart shaped pattern. Oh, this is going to be fun! We kissed again as we fell onto the sofa. Her hands, my hands, were everywhere as our kisses were becoming more passionate by the second. She broke the kiss, her mouth making a beeline for my hard, aching nipples. When her mouth engulfed a nipple, an erotic sensation shot down to my pussy. She sucked on my nipples with such passion, taking them between her teeth and nibbling on them. Then she'd lash them with her tongue while her free hand kneaded my other breast. I was getting lost in the sensation of her warm mouth, tongue and lips worshipping my breast. I reached down and placed my hands between her thighs, finding a delectably warm and wet pussy. When I slid a finger into her entrance, she moaned into my breast. She began to worship them more passionately, while I began to finger fuck her gently. She looked into my eyes, and it was then I could see the lust in her eyes for me, for my body. I placed my hand on her chest and guided her gently backward, until she was lying on the sofa on her back. I looked at her as I slowly lowered my head to her face. Our lips met in a searing kiss so passionate, she moaned deeply into my mouth. When I broke our kiss, she whimpered when our lips parted. I moved down and placed wet licks across her chest, then I saw her magnificent nipple and all but gobbled it up. I sucked it into my mouth so effortlessly and began to lick, suck, nibble and slurp her nipple as she had done to me. I took her other breast in my free hand, squeezing it gently, while I lavished her nipple. Beginning to feel emboldened, I slid down her body kissing, licking and sucking her rib cage, then her stomach, then her lower abdomen. I was at her mound, looking at her beautiful trimmed hair. I placed my mouth over it and began wildly licking and sucking her mound. Frances for her part, was grinding her body into the sofa, thrashing her head from side to side. This was it, it was do or die time. My mouth latched onto her pussy and I heard her groan so deeply and for so long, my heart soared. I was an eighteen year old girl, eating out the pussy of this beautiful thirty-five year old woman. And she was loving it! Mother was right, I was holding my own. When I slid my tongue into her pussy, I thought she was going to fly off the sofa. Her taste, her fragrance, I was taking it all in. She placed both of her hands on the back of my head and pulled my face into her beautiful, warm and sopping pussy as though she wanted my face inside her. Her body was quivering when I reached a hand up and pinched one of her nipples.I felt her body tense, then she screamed out when her orgasm took hold of her, and the intensity of it, for a moment, startled me. When her thick lush cream gushed into my mouth, I savored her taste on my tongue for several seconds, hoping against hope that it would never stop, then delightedly swallowed the copious portion down. My God, this woman's taste was exquisite! Her body was shaking violently, but I was determined I would not lose hold of her, such was my desire to suck every drop out of her that I possibly could. When the throes of her orgasm left her, I slid two fingers into her gently to see if I could scoop out more of her delicious cream, but there was none. Alas! My lover was spent! She weakly called my name, and with her hand, languidly motioned me up to her. We kissed long and passionately as she licked the inside of my mouth for whatever residual cream she could find. Apparently she found at least a bit of a trace. "Mmm, darling, I taste delicious in your mouth." I smiled at her and said, "Five star dining if you ask me." She looked at me for a moment with true affection. I looked back at her with the same expression. After what we had just done, how could we not! I was going to rest the side of my face on her chest when she said "Oh no, you don't. My turn to please you. On my face naughty, girl." I grinned at her and obeyed. She slid down the sofa a little, to allow me to straddle my legs on either side of her head. With anticipation, I slowly lowered my wet, needy pussy to her face. When I felt her tongue lick the folds of my pussy, her hands grabbed my hips and pulled me down fully onto her face. And did she ever eat my pussy! One of her hands left my hips and moved up to my breast, lightly pinching my nipple while her tongue and mouth brought me closer to an orgasm. After several harder pinches, I was there on the edge of the cliff looking down to see my orgasm hurtling upwards. And then she slapped the side of my breast, twice. Hard! That was all I needed to send me wailing and screaming in pure, wild ecstasy, hurtling down the abyss to meet my orgasm. I came so hard, I could hear the sloshing sound of my pussy. I knew I was flooding her face with my juices. She removed her mouth from my pussy, enthusiastically squealing, "More, oh my God, give me more!" And then she was wildly munching at my sex again. And did I ever give her more! Riding her face as hard as I could with my pussy, I came again, drenching Frances's face even more, along with her sofa. That sofa would need a really good scrubbing in the morning. Exhausted, I fell to France's side. She began to massage my juices into her face and neck, just as if she were applying lotion. Then she began to spread it over her chest, massaging it in deeply. When she finished, I rested the side of my face on her chest, and inhaled deeply smelling myself on her. Frances wrapped her arms around me, while I did the same to her. I felt protected, I felt safe. We both closed our eyes, waiting for sleep to come and take both of us away. And she did. I woke around midnight, with Frances asleep. I tried to move gently, but as I would find out over the next few months, she is a light sleeper. She woke and looked at me dreamily. The dreamy expression was then replaced by a serious one. "Are you okay, Jen? I wasn't too rough with you, was I?" She looked genuinely concerned. Mother was right. She is a very caring and respectful lover. I would do well to imitate her. "Yes, I'm fine, and no, you weren't rough at all. I loved being with you." "Good, sometimes I tend to get carried away and, well, you know.." She looked at me, as though she was seeking assurance. "Next time," I said to her with a smile, "I expect you to be even more naughty. I want to be roughed up a bit." Her eyes lit up. "Mind you, Frances, roughed up a bit, not a lot." She grinned at me. "Just tell me what you want, honey, and that's what you'll get from me." She looked down for a moment, then asked, "So, you really do want a next time?" She looked at me with a questioning look on her face. I answered her honestly. "I'll give you as many, as you're willing to give me." She nodded her head. "You should know Jen, that I sleep around quite a bit. I can't do commitments and I won't be able to sleep with you everytime you would like. If you have a problem with that, I would truly understand. I just want to be honest and upfront with you." I wasn't disappointed. In fact, I was relieved. I was on the verge of living a life, a life like Frances was living. I tenderly stroked her face with my fingertips. "I will take whatever you give me. No commitments, no jealousy. Just good sex. That's all I'm looking for." She smiled at me. "It's getting late," she said softly. I looked at her clock on the coffee table."Yeah, I better go." "You will do no such thing. I will not have you driving home alone at this time of night. Call your mother and tell her you're staying at a friend's. You can wear some of my clothes, we'll put your clothes in the laundry." I winced. "Umm, mother kind of knows I'm here." Her eyes widened. "With me?" she asked in a near panicked voice. I grinned. "Yeah, sorry. I always tell mother where I am." She shook her head and giggled. "Okay, call her and tell her you're staying the night. I don't know how I'll be able to face her again, though." As I picked up the phone, a wicked desire to tease her came over me. She was walking to kitchen when I called out, "Frances!" She turned around, and that's when I dropped the playful question. "Who's the better fuck, me or mother?" She didn't seem to know where to put herself. She just stared at me with an exasperated look on her face. "She told .. she said .. that we," I began to laugh. "It's okay Frances, really it is, I'm just teasing you. Although, it really is hot to think of you fucking my mother." She shook her head, turned and walked to the bathroom. I called mother and almost hung up after the phone rang so many times. When the call was finally answered, it was Lori panting like she just finished running the Boston Marathon. "What the fuck .. is wrong with you, Jen? Mother's fucking me .. with the strap-on .. and you feel .. the need .. to call?" And was mother ever fucking Lori! I could hear their bodies slapping together. "Oh God, Mother, right there, that's it, that's the spot! Fuck my pussy harder, please!" I heard Lori scream out. I waited on the phone as I heard mother slam into my younger sister over and over again. And then I heard them both scream out their orgasms. Lori first, followed by mother a few seconds later. I heard the phone being shuffled around and then mother spoke. "My God, Jen, I just can't satisfy, Lori tonight. I've never seen her like this before, I fuck her, and an hour later, she wants more. She is insatiable tonight," mother panted into the phone. I could hear Lori in the background wheezing for air. I could only giggle.To me, that seemed like a really nice problem to have, but then again, mother had to work in the morning. Mother may not have seen Lori like this before, but I have. And when Lori gets like this, I know just what to do. I will admit, I rather stumbled on the solution, though. "Let me give you a little advice, Mother. If she starts on you again, fuck her with the strap-on while you ram the black dildo into her ass at the same time, but you have to pound her twice as hard in her ass as you do in her pussy. Be relentless on her ass and don't let up. That's what I do and it works like a charm. It wears her out and she'll sleep the rest of the night. Trust me." Mother asked wearily, "You couldn't have told me this before, honey?" I shrugged my shoulder as if she could see me. "You didn't ask before," I pointed out. Remembering why I called, I said, "By the way, Mother, I'm spending the night with Frances." Mother laughed tiresomely, "Oh, it's just, Frances, now, is it?" "She insisted," I answered truthfully. "Okay, honey, I love you, I'll see you tomorrow." Poor, mother. She sounded defeated. "I love you, Mother. And don't forget. Use the black dildo on that scrumptious ass." When I hung up the phone, I could only laugh, knowing full well, mother would more than likely have to tend to Lori at least one more time, but if she listens to her eldest daughter, she'll get to sleep a whole lot faster. When I laid my phone on the coffee table, I heard Frances say softly from the kitchen, "Yoo-hoo." I turned around to see her standing in the kitchen, still nude. She extended her hand and crooked her finger, inviting me to follow her. She turned and walked down a hallway, then stepped into a room on the right, me following behind. When I entered the room, she was standing beside a sex swing hanging from the ceiling. She let me take in the sight for a moment, then she sat in the swing, slipped her feet and legs into the leg straps and grabbed hold of the straps hanging from the ceiling, her legs splayed wide. She nodded her head at a cabinet against the wall. "Third drawer from the top, cream colored dildo," she said throatily. I walked over, opened the drawer and there was the cream colored dildo, the largest I have seen, attached to a strap-on, noticing it had an extension on the end for my clitoral stimulation. I hurriedly strapped it on. I walked up to Frances, guided the dildo to her pussy and placed my hands overs hers. She looked at me, swallowed, then said, "Give it to me, sweetheart." I looked down to be sure the dildo was still at the entrance to her pussy when she said, "And show no mercy." I looked at her quickly. She nodded her head slightly. Remembering her words that she would give to me only what I asked for, I made the decision to be reciprocal. I began to slam the whole length of the dildo deep inside her with every hard thrust. I gave it to her hard and I gave it to her deep, the resplendent sound of our bodies clapping together, along with the clitoral stimulation from the dildo, was sending me close to orgasm. Frances was screaming like a woman possessed as I slammed into her with as much force as I could. I screamed out frantically, "Dammit, I'm gonna come, Frances! I'm gonna .." But Frances beat me to it, coming with a force that made what we had done earlier on the sofa, look like kids at play in an elementary school yard. Frances shrieked out in a high pitch. I followed with a scream of my own, as I continued to ram the dildo into her harder. I reached deep into my reserves to find enough energy to slam into that beautiful woman ten more times, before I finally had nothing more to give. Neither did Frances. Collapsing forward, I wrapped my arms around her, placing the side of my face against hers. We both gasped desperately for air for a couple of minutes. Looking softly into my eyes, she said with sincerity and tenderness, "Oh, honey, if I would ever give up this life for anyone, it would be you." She held me tight as she began to sob softly from the fucking I had just given her. I held her, realizing she had just given me the highest compliment she could ever give, and I would ever receive. Frances was still a bit out of it when I helped her out of the swing. I walked her slowly to her bedroom, then tucked her into bed. After I made sure the doors were locked, I turned off all the lights, then crawled into bed beside her. She turned to me when she felt me get into the bed. She was cradled in my arms when sleep took her from me. What an amazing woman she is! So, that's the beginning of my story. And I have so much more to tell!