Date: Fri, 3 Feb 2017 22:44:05 -0800 From: Rabbit Test Subject: HER PRIVATE PLACE DISCLAIMERS: This story is a work of fiction; any apparent resemblance between the characters in this story and any actual persons living or dead is purely coincidental and unintentional. Do not read this story if you are under the age of 18 or if explicit sexual fiction is illegal in your jurisdiction. WARNING: If lesbian sex, incest, public display, reluctance and humiliation upset you - find something else to read. Some of my stories are/will be way, way over the top. ------------------------------------------------------- Story 1. "Initiating Her Pets" Story 2. "Lost Inside Lisa's Twat" Story 3. "Lesbian Day at the Beach" Story 4. "Family Pussy House (part 1)" This story is still in the "Lisa's Twat" universe, but the connection is not apparant until I finish the island story. ------------------------------------------------------- This work is copyrighted to the author (c) 2017. Please do not remove the author information nor make any changes to this story. All rights reserved. Thank you for your consideration. ------------------------------------------------------- HER PRIVATE PLACE High school girl eats pussy while hidden from her prey. by Rabbit Test 5 (rabbit.test.5@gmail.com) I really can't help it. Why must I be so attracted to pussy? Here I am: pretty, blonde, in wonderful shape – I'm even on the school football-cheerleading and volleyball teams. I'm a perfect candidate for some handsome boyfriend and fairytale romance with the admiration of my peers. Instead, all I can think about is a girl's waistline. I can't help myself. Most don't know. Only the girls I visit are my confidants; They won't out me if they expect my services. It works. All I want is to nestle my head between a girl's legs and lick and suck and play and... be alone. I don't like being watched. I don't even want my girls to look at me while I eat them. I want my lust all to myself. My one-on-one sessions below the waist is between me and their womanhood. The more times I can have it: the more times I will eat it. It's embarrassing enough I'm a slave to their female anatomy, having them watch me do it takes away all my fun. My favorite fantasy is to come upon a woman's genitalia undiscovered, and explore the unsuspecting flesh. It doesn't know what I want, and I act as if I don't know what I want. We invent a partnership – my lips to pussy lips – and share our desires by mixing pussy juice with my mouth juice. I do what it wants me to do. Sometimes, it's shy, like me. But it eventually begs me to kiss it, play with it, adore it. And there we are – alone. Clit to lips, tongue to vag, in love. Our love. No one else's. And so, I eat pussy under the covers, under skirts, under desks, half the time in darkness. Just me and the warm, oozing flesh. That's all I want. Is that asking for too much? Often times, in the showers at school I am transfixed by my teammate's "V"s; My body melts when my eyes lock on a girl's naked waist – the way I used to when I'd look at myself in a long mirror when I was younger. (If only my upper mouth could connect to my lower mouth...) Befriending a few girls, I'd get invited to their houses after school. From there, they have a good idea what I want. Usually, we are in her room with the door silently locked, kissing for a little while, feeling each other up, until the moment I glide my hand into their panties, bathing suit, or jeans. Sometimes, they aren't wearing anything at all underneath! (Delicious!) Having a girl's pulsing sex in my soft palm releases the serotonin in my blood. As the girl purrs, my mouth begins to water. Soon, my hands are tugging on waistbands, and pussies and bottoms are revealed. In seconds, I am falling to my knees, and my face falls into the soft valley, and I inhale and coo. Pressing my nose and mouth deeper into the burning sex – I am just getting started. Sometimes, I can't help myself and I take the girl's beautiful ass cheeks in my hands and spreading them, I dive underneath from the other side. Dragging my face through the forest of pubic hair, my nose acting as an anchor drawn across the ocean floor until it gets caught up in something holding it firmly in place. Trapped in her hole, my tongue replaces my nose and it jabs inside the girl for security as my lips explore the surrounding landscape. After all, I must get a little taste in the open before I disappear for some privacy. My first time with my Asian girlfriend, Emily, she was wearing a wonderful floral summer dress. She stood against the bedroom door and I was lifting her skirt over my head. Her thighs were clapped together like the two sporting noisemakers she kept slamming together during my volleyball match. Starting between her dimpled knees, I'd run my nose slowly up between her pale columns, kissing and sucking on her nervous flesh, here... and there... until I was at her doorway of pubic hair. Enticed by the aroma emanating from behind her entrance, my nose knocked several times. Groans could be heard, but the door remained closed. So then my mouth came into play. I opened it and out came my tongue knocking again – only to hear the groans getting louder. Gently, my oral snake pushed through her plump folds and pull out her ruddy clit and clitoris, in protest mind you, into my oral warehouse for safe-keeping where I bathed the organs and drained them of the profuse honey exuding from them. And the rest is history. So here I am. An attractive pussy eating high school girl with confused girls fawning over her, boys constantly flirting with her, and all she can think about is some nice pussy in the noonday sun calling out to her for love and affection... Weekend visits were my favorite. Usually, a girl would ask me to come spend the weekend at her home with her family. Of course, that was code for `make me cum for 2 ½ days'. And I did. If I balked or was too tired, all the girl had to do was pull down here panties or lift her skirt and I would be hypnotized into following her anywhere. On these weekends, besides the lesbian sex when we got to her home, or in the night, or in the morning, or in the bathroom, or at another friend's house, or with other friends and family members who would visit – we would be brazen in public. Don't get me wrong though. My private audience with a girl's sex does not mean I don't like to take risks: The threat of being found out added spice to an already tasty meal. I've had girls under the bleachers in plain sight during games with the crowds seated overhead. I've had teachers in their cars and in the break rooms where anyone could happen upon us at any moment. You could put me in a room with family and friends and I'd be comfortable on the couch eating pussy right there in front of everyone so long as I was under cover – a girl's skirt, a blanket, under a sun dress, in a closet, etc. It's not that I care anyone knows it is me under there, I only care about my private time with my prize. There was this one girl who was quite adventuresome, Abigail, who couldn't keep her hands off me when I was there on a trip with her family to the Cape. When no one was looking, she was always sneaking little kisses on my shoulder, cheek or arm. Following her parents out to the car, the petite brown haired nymph would steal a kiss on the back of my shoulder as she fondled my ass. On the long drive, Abigail sat next to me, giving up the window seat behind her mother to sit in the middle so she could hear what her parents were saying in front, or so she said to her mom and dad. Soon, she'd would feign she was cold and snatched a blanket from the back of the SUV and spread it over the two of us. Then the girl went to work. With my right arm around her waist, I lightly massaged her side with my fingertips. She would face my window and her hands would be rubbing me all over. After a short time, she'd run a hand up under my shirt and stroke my braless tits and play with my nipples while I too looked out the window. Soon, she would dip her fingers under the hem of my shorts and massage the indents the elastic waist band would make across my hip and midsection for a while before dropping her fingers down over my shaven vulva. I would just relax, and shift my hips forward and open my legs, presenting my sex to the eager teen as she would rest her head against my arm. To the outside world, a smaller, brown haired girl was resting her head on the arm of her friend, a bigger, blonde athlete, eyes closed, resting on a long drive across the interstate. In the hidden world underneath the covers, the girl was happily toying with my sex. My eyes were glassy while Abigail fiddled about for hours. She couldn't get enough of me. When it had gotten dark as we had another hour to get to our destination, the girl had some of the blanket over her face and her head made its way a little lower and next to my chest. By this time, Abigail had my shirt up over my tits. Taking her sticky, wet fingers on up, she marinated my right utter with my own girly fluids. Her mom was asleep, her father humming to the music on the radio. It was then that Abigail latched onto my breast with her mouth, and, for the next hour, their daughter sucked on my tit, which was only interrupted when she could smear more of my secretions all around my mammillary before she returned to licking and biting and consuming my tit once again with her mouth, again and again. After arriving at the hotel, we all went out for dinner, and then enjoyed some TV before going to bed. It was a single room with two queen size beds. Abigail's parents had one, and she and I shared the other. There were so many things we couldn't do, but the devil was in the details. It was fun trying to discover what we could do. So though she couldn't lay on top of me, we kissed side by side – quietly. No smacking of lips. No moaning. Little or no movement. After all, we were supposed to be sleeping. There we laid with only the room heater humming in the room, off and on. We'd play tongue to tongue in the dark. Nipple tugs, finger clit massages, ass squeezing abound. God I love touching a girl's body. When we finally fell asleep, we held each other closely; the brown haired girl placed her head against my chest underneath my chin. In the morning, Abigail's parents were already awake in bed as we began to stir. Abigail had one leg up and I had two of my fingers buried inside her overnight. Abby shifted her position facing her parents who were now getting out of their bed. The action under the covers shifted and I snaked my arm behind her small frame and between her open legs so that I could move my wrist back and forth and finger fuck her under the covers while her mom and dad walked around the bed, dresser and TV for suitcase items. Abigail was a pro at this kind of deception as she would carry on in normal conversation with her parents - all the while, her goo glazed my hand. We were even able to take a shower together with the door locked while her parents fussed around the room. We rubbed our naked bodies together in the shower, kissed and masturbated each other with soapy hands, taking turns sucking on each other's tits at the same time. After the hot shower, I sat Abby on the toilet. As I went down on her, she'd draped the large towel over me. Alone at last! Oh, my love, freshly clean, still warm to the touch, my little friend's pussy was pliant and scrumptious. Abby would rest a hand on the towel where my head lay as she would check her nails and pluck at her nipples. Already wound up from the night before, I unfortunately didn't get much time to enjoy my bounty. But she more than made up for it by cumming in buckets. She squirted so much frothy white cream, I was swallowing her necter for minutes. Coming up for air, she took care of the rest, licking my face clean, and kissing me deeply. What little was left, I massaged over chest and shoulders, so that when I'd sneak a kiss later in the day, I could still taste her cum. And if I'd see it crust or flake, I'd steal Abby into a dark corner somewhere and quickly lick up the debris; It dissolving like snowflakes on my tongue. Shortly afterward, Abigail's mom knocked on the door. "Are you two alright in there?" Her daughter released my breast from her lips, and said, "We're almost done, mom!", and then returned her nursing my tits while I held my arms above my head, brushing my hair. Those were good times... Then there was this time with another girl. I remember one day after school, I followed my friend Daisy home. She was from my English class. I loved her brown skin and long dark hair that almost went down to her waist. Her figure was a little fuller than the other girls making her appear older and mature. Well, it turned out her mom worked the night shift, and was always upstairs sleeping when Daisy came home, until the early evening. One thing would progress into another, until there I was on my knees between Daisy's legs as she laid back on the couch. The TV was on low and I encouraged her to enjoy her afternoon show while I explored her crotch. She held a couch pillow just below her breasts blocking me out, and so that I could have my `privacy'. She was gorgeous down there. I had trimmed her pussy a few days before; the very short dark hair seemed to blend into her olive complexion. Her pussy lips were a couple of shades darker, but inside, her vaginal artistry was ruby red and glistened in the warm afternoon light. What was I waiting for! I took my time sucking on this girl. I wanted every drop secreted from her erogenous sex. I locked myself to her by wrapping my arms around her raised thighs and melding my lips inside her labia. Daisy, relaxed and having trouble focusing on her television program, moaned quietly. "What'cha doing?" Winnie, Daisy's 13-year-old sister stood at the end of the couch. Instantly, Daisy's eyes crashed onto the figure of her sister. Panicking, she tried forcing the couch pillow at her chest down over my head to push me away. But I was in the zone. Nothing was going to break my bond with the girl's genitalia – also another good reason I was an athlete in school, and much stronger than most girly girls. Daisy struggled to get me away from her. "Winnie! What are you doing home! You don't belong here!" "What's Maggie doing down there? Are you hurt?" "No! Get out of here!" Daisy commanded, still trying to free herself from me to no avail. Daisy stretched across the couch reaching out to her sister and grabbed her wrist. At the same time, Winnie had full view of her sister's bare midriff and my mouth clamped to her big sister's pussy. "Winnie, wait. Don't wake mom!" "Why is Maggie on you there? Is she hurting you?" "No. No, Win, let me explain..." "I should get mommy," and Winnie tried to break free of Daisy's grip. I was loving this. In my mind, I was revealing my devotion to Daisy's sex as a statement to my love for all vagina's in the world and I wasn't going to betray my adoration just because the world was suddenly looking at me (go figure). (In fact, from my vantage point on the floor, I'd glimpsed the top of the front door behind the couch opening. It could have been anyone – even Daisy's mom. Considering the brazen tactics I'd shared with Abigail and others in the past – being found out was just another step measuring my devotion. Pussy and me, forever!) "No! No wait. Win, wait," Daisy tried to reason. "Look. Look! See what Maggie's doing? She's making me feel better..." Winnie's curiosity for the moment began to squelch her need to get away and inform her mother. "What do you mean? How is she helping you?" "You see, Win... well you know. When you're in bed at night, don't you sometimes find yourself rubbing down there? Doesn't that feel good?" "Umm... well, sometimes..." "Good, well then haven't you even done more or thought about doing more...?" "I don't know, Daisy. This looks really weird." Daisy pulled her sister around to the front of the couch, with, yup, yours truly, still orally glued to her sex. The older girl then placed her hand on her sister' butt and rubbed it. "See, doesn't' that feel good?" I'm not sure how she could tell as Winnie's ass was frozen solid from the strange and unfamiliar touch. "I don't know..." Daisy persisted. She ran her fingers down Winnie's vice-grip tight ass crack to a small opening between her legs and rubbed. "See Win, doesn't that feel good?" Daisy couldn't tell if her sister was being persuaded. Looking down and annoyed at me, she dragged herself (and me) a little closer to Winnie. "See sis. You can't argue the feeling, right? Doesn't that feel good?" Not wanting to say anything, Winnie relaxed her legs little by little as her big sister's finger became two and then three stroking her sex between her legs. The little girl placed her hand on the top of my head. "But... what... what is Maggie doing? Does that feel better?" Winnie asked in a coy voice. Daisy looked down at me: I was a lamprey feasting on Daisy's added excitement and the sister-sister interaction. Both were delicious! "Well, sure, Win. It feels terrific." Daisy encouraged. "You want Maggie to do this to you after me?" Winnie thought for a moment. "No, I want you to do it," she said mischievously. Daisy's mouth was agape. "Me!" she gasped. "No sis. Not me. I'm not... I mean, I... don't..." "I want you to do it to me, or I'm going to tell mommy." "But Win, I've never... I don't do that. I'm not a lesbian!" Daisy was trapped. "She's doing that to you. You do it to me – or I'm going to tell." "Come on Winnie, Maggie loves to do it..." "Mom! Mo...!" "OK, OK – stop it! Here..." Daisy said in a suppressed, yet gruff voice. She grabbed the waistband of Winnie's sport shorts and yanked then down to her ankles in one quick motion. "Take then off," Daisy said. There was so much to see. As my mouth and tongue continued to suck and play with Daisy's sex, I watched Winnie pull her shorts, sneakers and socks off. Daisy used the remote to turn off the TV and laid on her back as she instructed her younger sister up onto the couch and straddle her face. I watched the nubile teen's brown bottom spread as she lowered herself over Daisy's face - Daisy helped steady her over her mouth. I think Daisy was really getting hot from both my work, and this added activity making her secrete more fluids than usual. My tummy was happy at the thought of getting more pussy juice. I moaned as I watched Daisy adjust her arms under and around his little sister's thighs, sliding her hands over Winnie's ass cheeks, before moving around to the little girl's tummy. So Daisy wasn't so against it, I thought. I'll bet she had fantasized about eating pussy before. Yay! A new member for our tribe! Although I'm usually a quiet pussy eater, Daisy was slurping and sucking her first pussy like a vacuum run amok. She seemed to clamp her mouth on anything and everything near her mouth. Winnie didn't seem to care; she was enjoying her first ride on the Daisy train. She rocked here hips forward and back and I could see her older sister's tongue flash over the little girl's anus. So I wanted to see if I could direct her like a puppet, but instead of putting my hand up her butt – though that would be a real sexy thing to do – I wanted to see if I could control and guide her with my mouth and tongue. First, I needed to get her attention. She seemed too caught up in the moment and undirected. So I took hold of the girl's clitoris with my teeth and pulled. The sharp pain seemed to cause Daisy to pause. Next, I broke my lip lock with her raw cleft, and began to lap her like a dog, but slowly, from her butt hole up to her vulva and then back down again. Daisy seemed to catch on, but she was using her vacuum-like mouth to do the deed instead of an open tongue as I could see Winnie lift herself in adjustment to her sister's rough treatment. My teeth took hold of Daisy's clitoris again and I pulled. The older girl let out a smothered yelped into Winnie's pelvis. I then, again, slowly dragged my tongue again up and down. I think she got it this time. Winnie seemed to settle down on her sister's face and I noticed the older girl's tongue start at the little girl's asshole, and then disappear with Winnie's hips gliding back, and then forward again until Daisy's tongue reappeared back at the little girl's butt hole once more. That's it, my little brown puppet, follow my lead. Winnie took Daisy's long hair and wrapped it around her thighs as she sat on her big sister's face. Perhaps this was a sign these girls were going to be inseparable – mouth to pussy. We spent the afternoon like this. Without a word, I was able to communicate to Daisy how to eat her younger sister's pussy. We were a Mexican train and I was the engineer steering it deeper into lesbian lands ahead. Their mother hadn't woken up until after dinnertime because the house was so quiet. Downstairs, we girls had spent all our time inspecting and exploring each other's bodies. With me still latched onto Daisy's cunt, Winnie got between my legs and let her curiosity lead her licking and tasting her first pussy. I finally decided to give Daisy what she wanted and made her cum as her little sister licked and probed my sex. What a terrific day that was. Alas, I didn't see much of Daisy after that. The sisters kept to themselves. I often saw them holding hands in public and Winnie planting baby kisses on whatever part of her sister's body was closest to her lips. The child seemed to have a crush on her older sister. Daisy would put an arm around her little sister's waist and hug here all the time. They really didn't need me anymore. Moving on... I was spending the night with this one girl I'd been with for a while, Nancy. She was blonde like me and similar in build and looks only her eyes were brown and mine are blue. And unlike me, Nancy had this ginormous clit. OK, well, no woman wants to hear that about themselves. (Me, well, I wish I had one!) But I'm sorry – I just love pussy so much I tend to describe it in terms regardless of how the host might describe themselves. And like a child, I tend to over exaggerate the size of the meal I'd had – she had an enlarged clit much like the size of my baby finger. But in my mouth it just felt so large and... perversely adult. The summer nights were hot, and we usually slept naked in her bed. After a wonderful night of gushing cum into each other's mouths, and licking the perspiration from each other's bodies, we would relax and casually nurse on each other's breasts; Nancy's nipples were always pointed. I'd reach between her open legs and dip inside her until my fingers were all wet. Then I'd spread it over her tit like frosting on a cupcake. We would both eat it. At the same time, we'd talk about other girls while we did this, and imagined the lesbian debauchery we wanted to inflict on Ms. Miller, our history teacher. While Nancy teased my nipple with her tongue and teeth, I told her I wanted to spent the night between her legs sucking on her, openly – but if she was alright if I put the sheet over her head. "Baby, you can eat my pussy anyway you like," she'd say, and then we'd kiss and held each other under the bed sheet until she fell asleep in my arms. Private time! I gingerly rolled my lover onto her back and took the bed sheet and raised it over her head, above her waist. I then inched myself lower, enjoying her smooth skin and beautiful female form in the moonlight. Opening her pelvis like a butterfly spreading its wings, I then got comfortable between her thighs. With my face, I nestled into her womanhood. I could feel her large clit harden against my cheek. So I then cradled her engorged organ between my lips and nursed on it much like a child does sucking their thumb. We colluded, the two of us: Her pussy and me. We explored an affinity each held for the other. I'd lather it, and it would lather me... Until I fell off to sleep, little beads of girly juice would spread over my tongue and coat my lips. All I could think of was that this was the best any Sapphic pussy loving girl would want... Then... I remembered waking up startled in the middle of the night with an excessive amount of fluids spraying lazily inside my mouth. I quickly realized where I was and could only grin and swallow my lover's ejaculate. Nancy's clit quivered against my tongue, though the girl was still asleep. "It's be OK, my love," I told it in my mind. "Mommy's here to comfort you." And I closed my lips around the organ once again. Wow, I thought. She came in her sleep! God damn it, I love girls! I rested my mouth for several minutes, not releasing my friend's clit, letting my girl's throbbing organ calm down. While I waited, I focused on the taste in my mouth – the frothy girl aphrodisiac reminded me of taking a can of whip cream and spraying it in my mouth. Images of girls lined up spraying whip cream from their clits into kneeling girl's mouths preoccupied my mind until they became dreams... ... dreams, and more dreams, until... ... my body shook, was being shaken, gently. At first, still half asleep, I gave Nancy's clit a reassuring tug by sucking it deeper between my lips. Then, another more persistent shake began at my shoulder and I suddenly realized a hand had gripped me. Clit still in my mouth, I opened my blurry eyes and tried to register the figure leaning over me... It was Nancy's mom! "You have to leave now." She said quietly, but sternly. Instinctively, I sucked Nancy's clit into my mouth a couple of times before beginning the process of releasing my girl's honey maker. The night long milking had somewhat fused Nancy's pussy flesh to my crusty lips. Her clit flesh pealed obscenely from my oral borders. Nancy's mother, looking down at me, waited patiently until I was free. Once released, the enlarge organ looked angry at me for leaving and tried to spit at me, but only managed to dribble the thin fluid for what it was famous. (Oh how I wanted to lick it up!) I slowly extricated myself from her daughter and immediately felt the warmth of my lover's thighs and crotch dissipate around me. I shivered a little, standing not fully erect, naked in front of her mother. Nancy still had the sheet over her head and upper torso: She was naked and exposed to the open air from just below her breasts. Suddenly, I only wanted to protected my lover from the embarrassment of her own mother seeing her daughter exposed in such a way – I wanted to throw myself down to cover her and protect her from her mother's judgement... "You have to leave now." She said. Her arms folded across her chest. A little dejected and embarrassed, I quickly put on my panties and jeans and then threw my sweater over my head. Still not fully dressed, I silently moved past my girlfriend's mom and out the bedroom door. I shuffled slowly down the hall way buttoning my jeans and slipping on my sneakers – and realized I was alone; Nancy's mom didn't follow me out. No matter. I fussed to get presentable and then remembered I'd forgotten my school books in my pack. I had to have them to study at home. Oh, damn! So I cautiously turned around and moved back toward Nancy's room. I heard a little thud coming from Nancy's brother Daniel's room. He was about 12 and was probably just waking up. Wanting to go undetected, I very quietly made my way to Nancy's doorway and peered inside. What I saw next, I find hard to explain. So I will just say what I saw... Nancy's mom was at the foot of her daughter's bed going into a crouch and slid her body between my lover's legs. I froze right there behind the door, looking in. Nancy's mom seemed to be inspecting the sleeping girl's genitalia. Not touching her, mind you, but looking over every fold and crease until I could see she was focusing her attention on Nancy's large clit. Oh my god! That's mine! I thought. Don't you... Have you ever seen something happen so fast, but yet in your mind you swear you saw it happen in slow motion? That is what is was like when my lover's mother swallow her daughter's large clit. I couldn't believe it! It was like the older woman was overcome with the sight and couldn't fight the impulse to put it in her mouth. Her tongue barely passed her lips before she came into contact with my girl's protruding vaginal appendage. Damn it! Oh, oh... Nancy began to stir. I'm sure at first she was thinking it was my way of saying good morning. I could see her chest rise and fall and impressions of her arms move to her tits under the sheet. She was tugging on the nipples pointing them to the sky. But her mother couldn't fool her for long before the daughter realized something was different and wrong. You see, I knew what my lover liked, and her mother didn't. Anticipating a fight, Nancy's mom curled her arms around her daughter's thighs. I watched Nancy lower the sheet off her head and she gasped. "Oh my god! Mom! Stop it!" Nancy tried wresting her body around to break free of her mother's obscene folly, but the woman held on tight and continued sucking and lapping her pussy. Soon my girl could do nothing but succumb to her feelings. I know; she is weak that way – how do you think I got her to be mine in the first place? Despite her continual and weakening protests, Nancy in effect could only lie there and take it; take her mother's passion. The older woman licked and slurped, grunted and groaned. My lover's pussy was a canvas for her to paint on with her tongue; her paints were a mix of saliva and my teen girl's cream. "Oh, mother...!" Nancy continued to squirm, but differently now. Her breathing became ragged, her hips heaved into the air and then back down again. It was when the girl's mother started sucking her oversized clit like a penis, that the girl's legs began to tremor, her hands grabbing her mother's head ramming it deeper into her pussy. "Eat me! Eat me! Eat me!" Explosion! The daughter spewed essence into her mother's throat – so much so that I could actually hear the woman swallow loudly several times, moaning into her sweet daughter's pelvis. Nothing like a perverted cum, I thought. You always spew the most when you're doing something scandalous or disgraceful or what seems repugnant at the time. After what seemed like forever, Nancy finally collapsed in a heap of sweat and calmly caressed her tits. Wrapping her legs loosely around her mother's head, the older woman openly lapped her daughter's pussy lazily cleaning my lover's sex. Well... well... Now was as good a time as any for me to retrieve my pack. I snuck into the room but they both looked up and obviously saw me come in. "I forgot my pack," I said awkwardly and crossed the room and grabbed the shoulder strap. Both returned to what they were doing as I made my way back to the bedroom doorway. Nancy's mom serenely lapped and sucked at my lover's pussy and thighs loudly. Nancy was absently squeezing her breasts, content. Our eyes connected just before I passed the door; She smiled, weakly. Tiptoeing down the hallway, right after I passed Daniel's room, the door opened. "What's going on? Where's my mom?" Suddenly, another perverse thought caught me. "They're in your sister's room eating breakfast..." is what I thought I would say... maybe because I was jealous... maybe I thought I'd lost another one to the cause... maybe I'm just a wicked and degenerate person. But I didn't say it. Instead I said, "She's not feeling well, Danny. How about I make you some breakfast?" "Yeah, cool. OK," he said, and together we went forward into the kitchen where I made him some eggs, sausage and toast. About twenty minutes later, both Nancy and her mom came into the kitchen all disheveled from their love making. I spotted a new welt on my ex-lover's neck, and then several more on her mother's neck, shoulders and upper chest. Both were conscious of my gazed and attempted to hide their love wounds. "Sorry your sick mom." "Wha... oh, yes. Your sister and I caught something last night, I think..." Then Nancy intervened. "We're both going to stay home today in bed. Danny, can you get to school OK?" "I'll take him," I said. Que Sera, Sera... I work now. I get paid to eat pussy, if you can believe that! I'm a bottom girl at this lesbian island resort where I'm naked all day and I suck on pussy under tables or during other events where the patrons would enjoy a girl like me between her legs while they relaxed or enjoyed a show. I can happily say I've eaten pussy from all around the globe. I couldn't ask for more than that. I wouldn't want to.