Date: Wed, 20 Mar 2013 14:22:32 -0700 (PDT) From: Jan None Subject: Mother Daughter Exhange Club 17 (lesbian/adult youth, oral ff/FF, F/f Warning: This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit sexual acts between a young girl and older women. If this type of content offends you or you are under the age of 18 do not read it. Author's Note: This story is the property of the author. It can be downloaded for personal reading, pleasure, or sending to a friend, but if you wish to re-post them on your own site, please contact the author for permission. Copyright 2013 Jan, All rights reserved Please mail to janmay696@yahoo.com if you have any suggestions for future stories. Mother Daughter Exchange Club 17 The Wedding By Jan It was a surprise when my teacher was handed a note from a school messenger. She looked at me and said, "Kathleen, you are summoned to the principal's office immediately." I made my way slowly while mulling over what I could have done to incur the wrath of the school principal. When I opened the door to the secretary's office I saw Beverly sitting on the wooden couch wringing her handkerchief between her fingers. She was obviously as nervous as I was. The secretary looked up from her computer and gave me a dismissive look, "Ms. O'Bryan will be with you in a moment," and returned to her screen. I looked at Beverly and quietly asked, "What's going on?" Beverly shrugged her shoulders, "I don't have a clue." About that time the intercom crackled, "Miss Clark, are the girls here?" "Yes, Ma'am!" "Send them in!" The secretary pointed towards the door and said, "Go right in, girls." We both stood up and slowly walked to the door. When I opened the door and we entered, Ms. O'Bryan was sitting behind her desk. I had always been impressed with our principal; she was an imposing woman, tall for a female, and always dressed like a professional business woman. She always wore her brunet hair in a French twist without a single hair out of place. Today she was wearing a Navy blue suit with a pale yellow scarf around her neck and tucked into the coat. She slowly removed her glasses and used a cloth to wipe them. Girls, I summoned you to my office because I noticed today that the two of you had filed a change of address card and a change of first contact person from your mothers to each other's mothers. What is going on?" I figured what the hell I might as well tell the truth. "Ms. O'Bryan, now that we are sixteen we are finally getting married this weekend to each other's mother!" Mss. O'Bryan looked at the two of us with piercing eyes. "What are you talking about?" Beverly took hold of my elbow as if to let me know that I should shut up. I ignored her and said, "We have belonged to a group of mothers and daughters that exchange daughters. Beverly and I have fallen in love with each other's mother and are getting married this weekend." Mss. O'Bryan placed her glasses on the ink blotter on her desk and studied us before she said anything. "How are you getting marries?" "We have an Episcopal minister that is going to perform the ceremony. The church will allow her to perform the ceremony. Then our mothers are going to adopt us." She laced her fingers in front of her chest, "This all sounds beyond belief. Can I be invited to this ceremony?" I beamed, "Of course, all I need is an address." Ms. 'Bryan wrote her address on a 'Post It' note and handed me the slip of paper. She stood up and came around her desk and pulled us to our feet and kissed us on the cheek before ushering us to the door. As we were returning to our classrooms, Beverly said, "I could have died when you told her that we were marrying each other's mother." For the rest of the week it was a mad whirl of activity. Beverly and I were getting our last fittings for our bridal gowns. The women of the club were decorating the back yard of a palatial home of one of the club members for a garden wedding. When the day arrived Beverly and I were ushered into the bedroom of our hostess and we were pampered to a warm bath while a couple of women bathed us. They made sure every inch was clean, and even finger fucked us until we came and relaxed. When we were dried and powered completely they fixed our hair and applied makeup. Our dresses were strapless and the cups were self-supporting. Neither of us had on bras or panties. Our nylons were a nude color with pretty lace elastic tops. Our shoes were pointed toe white lace satin. Two women helped us into our dresses and they had built in corsets that had to be laced up; both of us went from a 24-inch waist to a 20-inch waist. It was impossible to take a deep breath. Our dresses had a train that followed us by four feet. When a woman poked her head in to say it was time, another woman picked up our train and followed us to the door. All of our helpers kissed us on the cheeks in such a way that they would not leave any lipstick on our faces, before pulling our veils down. When we exited the house through the sliding door from the family room we were impressed to see so many members of our 'Mother Daughter Exchange Club standing for us. Our mothers were standing under the white arbor decorated with spring flowers and the minister was standing between them in her official raiment with a white bible in hand. We had selected the youngest girls in the club to be our bridesmaids. They were all dressed in pastel cocktail dresses that were a lot more mature than they were, and they had trouble walking in high heels over the grass. As we slowly walked towards the arbor we had time to look at our guests. I returned a big smile with Ms. O'Bryan. For the first time she had her auburn hair down and it reached the small of her back. She had on a pretty spring dress that made her breasts look absolutely edible. I had to tear my eyes away from hers to look at Carol, my prospective wife. Carol was dressed in a stunning cocktail dress in cardinal red. My mother Kathleen didn't dare wear red with her red hair. She had on a brilliant emerald green cocktail dress. Beverly and I were clinging to our spring bouquets with death grips. When we reached the arbor our mothers stepped down to stand by us. The wedding vows were a blur to me. My hands were shaking as we exchanged matching rings. I was thrilled when our minister said, "you may kiss the brides!" Carol and Mom lifted our veils and kissed us on the mouth for a long time. The minister shook our hands, kissed us and announced, "Ladies, it is my pleasure to present to you the newlyweds!" The swimming pool was covered with a wooden dance floor and there were four musicians playing music. There were at least ten round tables with eight chairs per table. The four of us had to spend hours greeting every guest. One look at Beverly told me that even my own face was covered with lipstick. Beverly and I had slept with just about every woman and girl at our wedding. It wasn't long before the front of our wedding gowns, were folded down to expose our breasts. Our breasts were covered with a variety of colors of lipstick. We eventually worked our way to the table where Ms. O'Bryan was sitting and talking to several mothers and daughters. As we made our way around the table I was almost tempted to pull the front of my gown up, but figured what the hell. She flashed me a big smile. She was sitting next to a girl no older than 14 and she had her hand resting on the girl's thigh. She reached out and placed her hand on the back of my neck and pulled my head down to kiss me on the mouth. She also planted a wet kiss on my right tit, leaving her mauve lipstick. She expressed her thanks for inviting her. She said, "I had no idea there was such a club in our community. I would love to become a member, but I don't have any daughters." "I know a couple of girls at school that can't tell their parents that they eat pussy, and would love to adopt an aunty!" She said, "By all means introduce them to me!" I kissed her and whispered in her ear, "The girl next to you right now would love to taste your pussy." Beverly also got a wet kiss on her mouth and tit. She had to introduce my mother to her as her new wife. Ms. O'Bryan told my mother, "I could fall in love with your daughter!" Mom chuckled, "She is spoken for, but after the honeymoon I'm sure she would love to party with you!" After the bride and groom dance, Beverly and I danced with our mothers. There was a lot of kissing and ass grabbing going on. We eventually cut the cake with the four figures of brides and women on top. Before we left for our honeymoons we had to lift our dresses so that our mothers could remove our blue garters. In doing so the front of our dresses were lifted high enough to give everyone a clear view of our shaved cunts. That drew a lot of wolf whistles from the gathered crowd. The adult women gathered around to catch the garters. Then it was Beverly's and my turn to toss our bouquets. All of the young girls gathered behind us. We counted three and tossed them over our heads. I turned around quick enough to witness the girl's fighting for the flowers. Two of the older teenagers with ample breasts had their shoulder straps break and their tits spilled out of their dresses. One of the larger girls knocked girls away to catch my bouquet and one of the little preteens managed to catch Beverley's, because with everyone fighting over it, the thing fell to the ground and the little girl simply picked it up and ran to her mother. Carol and I changed clothes and headed for the bungalow she had rented at the beach. Mom had reserved a mountain cabin for her and Beverley. Carol and I hardly ever left the bungalow for a week. There were times we had to dress to go out for dinner, but the rest of the time we were naked. We did everything together. We even wiped each other's ass. We finished the job by using handy wipes to make sure each other's asshole was clean. After all we were tongue fucking assholes half of the time. It was a thrill on warm nights we made our way to the beach and took off our clothes and lay on the wet sand kissing and hugging each other. We pretty much had the beach to ourselves. There was one old man surf-fishing down the beach, who didn't even look our way. While Carol was eating my pussy an old couple walked past us. They just chuckled to see a woman eating my pussy. The moon light didn't allow them to tell how young I was. When the week was over we went home, all of my belongings had been moved to Carol's home, and all of Beverley's belongings had been moved to my mother's home. It felt good to settle down in my new home. Carol and I shared her bed. We continue the practice of parading around the house naked. We just couldn't get enough sex. We also had dinner with Mom and Beverly to exchange stories about our honeymoons. It was exciting to watch the way my mother fussed over Beverly. We had given the school notice that we would be absent from school for a couple of weeks. We had a lot of homework to catch up on. The first day back at school Beverly and I were summoned to the principal's office again. This time I was emboldened and marched to her office proudly. When we were granted entrance Ms. O'Bryan was sitting in her chair regally as usual. As we closed the door and took our seats, she removed her pale blue scarf. We could see plenty of cleavage. She asked us, "How were your honeymoons?" I said, "It was exhausting, but I loved every moment!" Beverley said, "I never knew how exciting Kathleen was. I love every red hair on her pussy!" Ms. O'Bryan stood up and came around the desk as she unbuttoned her jacket. As she pulled the jacket open we saw her large breasts sagging down to rest on her ribcage. She smelled strongly of an exotic perfume. As she rested her butt on the front of her desk she pulled up her skirt to expose her shaved pussy. She rubbed her cunt with the heel of her hand, and then stuffed two fingers deep into her cunt. She finger fucked herself for a little while and then tasted her fingers before waving them under our noises. We each tasted her fingers and then she pulled my head between her legs. I ate her pussy like I was going to devour her until she pushed me away and did the same thing to Beverley. She asked me while Beverley was eating her pussy if I could set her up with a sweet young thing. I assured her that I knew just the girl for her. I invited her to dinner with the four of us, and I would have a girl there that she would kill for. As we left her office we got a snide look from her secretary. I knew just the girl for her. She was a sweet little twelve-year-old, with blonde hair. Her name was Jenny. She had been living on the street, because she had run away from home because of an abusive father that had used her. I had set her up with a sweet sphincter. She was thrilled at the idea of a date with an attractive middle aged professional woman. Carol and I hosted the dinner and had everything ready in advance. Carol picked up Jenny before Beverley and Mom arrived. When Ms. O'Bryan arrived she was obviously impressed with the thin little blonde. She sat her on her lap and was kissing her constantly until dinner was ready. We allowed them some privacy to get to know each other better after dinner. Ms. O'Bryan took the girl home that night. From that day on the two of them became members of the 'Mother Daughter Exchange Club' meetings. I hope you enjoyed the story, and if you have a story you would like told, please send your mail to janmay696@yahoo.com.