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  “Ohhh, mmmmm …. “ Michelle loved being spanked, and she, too, was turned on by the guys who were enjoying the scene. “More. More, please … “ she begged.

  Sam kissed and licked Michelle’s ass and slid her tongue up and down her pussy lips. She sucked on ther clit from behind while playing with Michelle’s nipples. Then she removed her tight t-shirt and bra, freeing her own breasts, and slapped Michelle several more times, harder each time, across her ass.

  “Oh, yes, please more,” Michelle responded as her pussy became visibly wetter.

  Sam thrust her pelvis against Michelle’s ass, reached around and cupped her pussy while leaning over and whispering, “I want to fuck you so bad, Michelle. I have to have this pussy.” Sam slid down Michelle’s ass and thrust her tongue deep inside her pussy, while Michelle writhed and moaned in pleasure. She ate her pussy like she was starving and licked her ass while she removed her own pants and panties. Sam had never heard so many cocks being slapped before, but she was too into the sex to look around. Fully naked now, she began moving Michelle onto her back and mounting her between her legs. She moved her ass into the air to give the guys a good show, then thrust her pussy forward into Michelle’s as though she were a man with a cock. This is how she would fuck her, she was saying. Long, deep strokes.

  But Sam doesn’t have a cock, so she lifts Michelle’s left leg and straddles her in a scissor formation so their pussies touch. She pushes her clit hard into Michelle’s and rubs their wet pussies as tightly together as possible. Michelle reaches up and squeezes Sam’s tits while spreading her legs even more for her. Sam brings Michelle close to orgasm with the intense clit grinding, but Tim steps in before she can finish the job.

  “Okay, it’s switch-up time,” Tim says, and they all fall into place – Sam on her back with Michelle kneeled over between her legs eating her out while Michelle’s husband, Tim, is servicing her from behind. One of Tim’s biggest turn-ons is watching his wife eat Sam while he fucks her, so he puts his thick 6 inches in and begins plowing away. He’s proud to be able to fuck these two gorgeous women in front of all these horny, hungry guys who would kill to be in his shoes. Tim reaches around and plays with Michelle’s swinging tits as he buries his prick deeper into the wet pussy that Sam warmed up for him.

  Even though Sam had already cum that night with Traci, she could could feel herself arriving at orgasm once again watching Tim smile at her while he fucked Michelle’s pussy. Michelle’s tongue was magical and was driving Sam wild. She glanced around the room and saw at least 20 men with their dicks out. The warm, wet strokes of Michelle’s tongue brought Sam back to reality where she discovered that she received as much pleasure from watching the joy on Tim’s face as he received from watching it on hers. Especially since both of them were getting it from his wife. They looked at each other for a long time while his dick got its pleasure from her pussy, and Sam’s pussy got its pleasure from her mouth. Michelle was both of theirs in that moment, and they watched each other cum while they each derived as much pleasure from her body as they could. Tim came harder than ever while he looked into Sam’s orgasmic bedroom eyes and plowed one last time into Michelle. Sam watched as Tim pulled his spent cock from Michelle’s pussy, and he watched her watch. Although Tim would never force himself on Sam, he made sure she got to see his still semi-hard, wet cock with cum dribbling from the tip. Sam looked at it and felt another tingle run through her pussy and thighs as she imagined that hard cock inside Michelle.

  Sam rolled over and gave Michelle a long, loving, grateful kiss for the wonderful evening. Michelle really did have a spectacular tongue and expert technique for a supposed “straight” woman, and Sam appreciated it. She politely assisted Michelle in putting her dress back on, threw her own clothes on, and headed home for the night, $700 and two orgasms richer.

  6

  Camille

  Sam received the text at about 10 p.m. Thursday night. It was from a client, Sarah, she usually saw on Saturday nights. The text requested “the usual” at Sarah’s place at midnight. It was an especially strange message since all of Sam’s clients, including Sarah, knew that she took Thursday nights off as a rule. Friday through Sunday were her busiest days, so she liked to have a day of rest before she got rolling.

  As she drove through the night to Sarah’s Brentwood house, Sam mentally computed how much extra she should charge for the short notice and for serving a client on her night off. Sarah would have to pay, that was for sure.

  “Oh, hi Camillle,” Sam said to the pretty young blonde who opened the door. “Is your mom around?” Sam had known Camille since she started seeing her mother 4 years prior. Camille was 14 when they first met, and Sam always thought of her as an innocent kid.

  “No, she had to go out of town for a business trip, but she’ll be back tomorrow night,” Camille replied with a nervous smile.

  Sam was confused. What about the text? Why would she invite her over if she wasn’t there? “Are … are you sure. I, uh, I got a text from her,” Sam said as she re-checked her phone to make sure she read it right.

  “Oh, that was me,” Camille said with a shy laugh. “Why don’t you come in?” She motioned for Sam to enter the house.

  “Um, I’m not sure I really should, Camille, if your mom isn’t …”

  “She wouldn’t mind,” Camille interrupted. “Really. I wanted you to come. Please.”

  Sam looked at Camille suspiciously and reluctantly came inside. “You sent the text?”

  “Yeah. My mom left her phone here and I was going through it just checking stuff out, and I came across your texts to and from her.”

  “Oh,” Sam said with a sinking feeling in her stomach as she tried to recall all texts ever sent to Sarah.

  “What’s ‘the usual?’” Camille asked?

  “What?” Sam replied, even though she knew exactly what it meant.

  “The usual. My mom wants ‘the usual’ most Saturdays.”

  “Oh,” Sam laughed. “I’ve been taking some courses in massage therapy and she lets me practice on her. ‘The usual’ just means the usual massage.” She was happy with her improvised lie. It sounded plausible, right?

  “Really? Are you good? Could you give me ‘the usual?’” Camille inquired eagerly.

  “Um, you know Camille, I think maybe I should come back another time when your mom’s here, and maybe we can do it then.” Sam had no interest in corrupting youth and didn’t feel comfortable with where this was headed, so she stood and turned for the door.

  Camille ran to the door, threw her body in front of it and said, “I know ‘the usual’ means sex. I know my mom has sex with you on Saturday nights. I’ve heard you.”

  Sam was mortified. She had no idea that Camille knew that she and her mother were more than just friends, and didn’t know how to respond. “I … are you … I’m sorry, Camille … “

  “Don’t be sorry,” Camille replied as she began unbuttoning her blouse. “I just want ‘the usual,’ too. I want to see what it’s like, Sam. How much?”

  “How much?” Sam asked incredulously. “Camille, you’re just a kid. I shouldn’t be here talking to you about these kinds of things. Move from the door and let me leave, okay?”

  “No,” Camille replied as she unbuttoned her last button and pulled her shirt open to reveal perky, firm, bra-free breasts and a smoothe, flat belly. “I turned 18 last month. I’m no kid anymore. And I know what I want.”

  It was hard for Sam to resist the lovely, fresh, virginal creature before her, but she continued to try. “Camille, your mom trusts me. It would be a betrayal. You understand that?”

  “How is it a betrayal when she’s just a client?” She walked toward Sam slowly, her blouse flowing and exposing her breasts more with each step. “And I’m just a client.” Camille pulled a wad of bills from her back pocket and waved them in front of Sam.

  “I don’t want your money, Camille.” She could smell her now, and she smelled freshly-scrubbed, delicious, scrumptious, Sam thought
. But forbidden. “You’re young. You … “

  Before Sam could get the words out, Camille had her in a lip-lock and was pressing her bare breasts against Sam’s chest. Sam tried hard to resist, but it felt so good. She felt her hands move tentatively to Camille’s bubble-butt and pull her in more closely. Then she pushed her away.

  “No, I’m sorry, I’ve got to go Camille. This isn’t the right thing to be doing,” Sam protested. But Camille quickly pulled her back in, kissed her and threw Sam on a nearby oversized sofa.

  “I won’t let you go until you give me ‘the usual,’” Camille insisted as she hovered her small youthful breasts directly over Sam’s face. Sam’s mouth watered as she looked up at this beautiful vision with her milky white breasts. She reached up and touched one and tweaked the nipple. Then the other one. Then she pulled Camille down into her, kissed her passionately and flipped her onto her back.

  “You’re sure you’re 18?” Sam asked as she slipped off her own top and began kissing Camille’s breasts.

  “Barely legal, but legal nevertheless,” came the response.

  Sam pulled Camille’s jeans down her legs and threw them on the floor, followed by her flowered panties. It had been a long time since Sam had seen virgin pussy and this was going to be a special delight. She usually waited and engaged in foreplay for a period of time before touching the pussy, but she simply couldn’t resist with Camille. As soon as the panties were off and her legs were spread on the sofa in front of Sam, she felt compelled to slide a finger into the tight little pink box that didn’t yet know of its own pleasures. Camille’s tits jiggled a little as she jerked in response to having a woman touch her pussy, and Sam enjoyed the effect. She spread Camille’s pussy lips with her fingers and asked, “Is this what you wanted, Camille? For me to touch your little pussy like this?” She rubbed Camille’s clit lightly and allowed the lips to close.

  “Yes,” Camille responded with excitement. “That feels so good.”

  “Do you think you’re really old enough to have your pussy eaten? Do you think it’s ready?” Sam asked as she teased Camille’s nipples with her tongue and trailed kisses up her chest to her neck.

  “I know it’s ready,” Camille moaned while Sam began grinding into her.

  Sam kissed Camille’s neck, nibbled on her earlobe and made her way to her mouth while massaging a breast. “Move your knees up, okay baby?” Sam whispered as she kissed her way down Camille’s flat stomach, over her abdomen and through her soft pubic hair to her wanting little pussy. Sam kissed around her vulva, inside her thighs and massaged Camille’s ass while occasionally teasing her pussy with the tip of her tongue. Full of desire, Camille eventually started thrusting her hips into the air, seeking Sam’s face and more of her tongue.

  Sam finally gives the pussy what it wants – long, deep, warm, wet strokes from her tongue. She inserts two fingers and, finding a tight fit, very slowly and tenderly begins moving them around and in and out of her vagina until it gets more and more wet.

  “You’re so beautiful,” Sam whispers as she briefly lifts her face from Camille’s pussy, and instantly feels Camille’s vaginal muscles relax around her two fingers. The compliment has loosened Camille up a little more, allowing the fingering to move deeper. When wetness begins coming around the sides of her fingers, she pounds them harder and sucks Camille’s clit like a small penis. Sam’s free hand moves up to play with one of Camille’s breasts, but instead Camille takes it and begins sucking on individual fingers. Camille sucks on Sam’s fingers the same way Sam sucks on her clit and pussy, and they’re both turned on more than ever.

  Sam drives her fingers harder and faster into Camille’s excited pussy and slides her pinky down to gently probe her anal opening with each thrust. After a few more vaginal/anal thrusts and intense clit sucking, Camille arches her back and releases a loud moan of pleasure and relief. She presses Sam’s face hard into her and holds her head tight against her crotch until the final threads of orgasm pulse through her body.

  “Oh my God, Samantha,” Camille finally exclaims. “I can see why my mom likes you so much! Haha!”

  Camille got a kick out of it, but Sam began to worry a little again. “You’re phenomenal, Camille. You’re an irresistible girl.” She kissed Camille on her pink, innocent-looking lips and added, “But I’m not sure your mom would be happy about this … “

  “Don’t worry,” Camille interrupted. “I can keep a secret even better than she can. I won’t tell.”

  Sam kissed Camille good-night, but refused payment at the door. “First time’s free,” she said.

  “Like drugs?” Camille asked, “So I’ll get hooked and come back for more?”

  “Exactly,” Sam said with a wink as she turned and exited the home. “There’s no high quite like a pussy high,” she thought to herself as she drove into the night with the scent of young Camille still fresh in her mind, and her taste still lingering in her mouth.

  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  Daphne DeChenne is a Los Angeles based lesbian fiction writer.