The Lesbian Daughter Swapping Fantasy Club

by Amanda Clover

  “I’d trade them for your anti-gravity eighteen year old tits in a second,” I giggle.

  She lifts her head from my cleavage and presses her smaller mounds against my big tits. She rubs her nipples back and forth against mine.

  “Oh, god, I love that lingerie. Can you turn around and show me?”

  I slowly turn and bend over one of the student desks, showing her my big ass framed b the garter. She can’t keep her hands off of me. She rubs my pussy through my panties and leans over me to kiss my shoulder and back. Her fingers catch the waist of my panties and she strips them down, kissing my plump ass as she reveals its pale prominence inch by inch.

  I’m too horny to be teases after all that. I don’t want her rimming me or eating my ass. I want her tongue where it belongs: on my clit. I turn around and grab her head and pull her face between my shapely thighs.

  “Lick me, young lady. Please my pussy.”

  “Yes, ma-mmmphhhhhh!”

  My pussy muffles her words as I pull her against me, the vibrations of her last syllable thrumming over my clit. Julie quickly recovers from the interruption, peering up with those gorgeous blue eyes as she begins to lick and probe the hot tunnel of my sex with her tongue. She caresses my hips and squeezes the roundness of my ass. She even pulls me against her face to smother herself in my hot, slick folds. She is an enthusiastic and loud pussy licker, a naughty girl to be sure. I thrust my hips and ride my throbbing clit against that eager tongue.

  “That’s right,” I say, stroking her hair and holding the back of her head. “Get your tongue deep in there and taste all that nectar you’ve been teasing with those hot little outfits.”

  She replies with more muffled words that vibrate through my pussy, adding to the edging pleasure of my clit. I can hardly stand it, her eyes so needy as if she is begging for my orgasm. I throw back my head and look at the cheap ceiling tiles, focusing my mind on the hot, exquisite pleasure of Julie’s tongue against my clit.

  My orgasm arrives with inevitable speed. My pussy seems to spasm around her tongue, clutching at her slipping, licking appendage and drowning her in my hot juices. I seize hold of her with both hands and ride against Julie’s face until every last pulse of pleasure has been expended. I gasp and suppress the urge to cry out her mother’s name.

  “Oh, Julie,” I sigh. “That was just what I needed.”

  She stands slowly, her lips and chin glistening with my juices. I pull her into a kiss and ravish her with my hungry mouth, my sweetness shared between us in that deepening embrace. I push her back to the teacher’s desk, scattering the props and my bag of toys and climbing with her onto the hard wooden surface. It’s just large enough to support both our bodies.

  “Straddle me,” I tell her. “I want to taste your pussy. Right now, young lady.”

  I give her firm bottom a smack for emphasis. I lie back on the desk and Julie arranges herself into a 69 position. Her firm little butt and the gleaming gem of the plug are in my face, but her slick pussy is within easy reach of my tongue. I grab her slender hips and pull her against my mouth, moaning as I bury my tongue deep in her sweet folds. She lets out a cry of pleasure and begins licking me just as eagerly.

  Our flicking tongues and writhing bodies form a circuit of pleasure; my ecstasy powers my lust and my lust powers Julie’s ecstasy. The room fills with our muffled cries of pleasure and the wetness of fingers and tongues administering this growing charge of release. Our orgasms are not enough. We build to some greater peak of ecstasy, crying out each other’s names and shaking the desk with our gyrations.

  At last, our verging bodies reach synchronicity, and we join our voices in a singular, “Yesssss!” The word vibrates through our flesh as our spasms of mutual orgasm ripple from one body to the other. My fingers tighten their hold on Julie’s ass and I cry out against her cunt, never flagging in my constant licking and sucking.

  “I never want this to end,” I cry, even as that pinnacle begins to recede from my body. “Oh, Daphne, I… think… Julie…”

  She rolls beside me and holds me almost like her mother once did after a particularly strong orgasm.

  “It’s okay, Lindsay,” she says, peering into my eyes with her gorgeous blues. “I can stay with you as long as you like. I can… I can be with you.”

  I brush a sweaty lock of hair from her face and kiss the salty and nectar on her lips and tongue. It is a sweet kiss, as I am still too breathless to release my passion. I hold her in turn and we caress languidly in the atmosphere of our bliss.

  It’s true, I never want it to end, but I know it must. That doesn’t mean we don’t have a few hours to spend with the gorgeous teen. I regain my composure and roll her onto her back. I intertwine my legs with hers and take hold of her hip.

  “Have you done this before?” I ask, thrusting my pussy against hers.

  “No, but I’ve watched videos,” she laughs, grinding in return. “I’m game for anything.”

  “I’ll put that to the test,” I promise.

  The Afterglow

  It is dark outside by the time Julie and I finally clean up and get dressed. We are both tired and my lips are actually sore and a little chafed from kissing her so much. She holds my hand as we descend the stairs to the lounge. Blue is the Warmest Color is playing on the big TV.

  Everyone has gone home except for Daphne and Sofia. Daphne is leaning back on the longest of the leather couches and my daughter has her head resting on Daphne’s lap. The older woman’s hand is inside the neckline of Sofia’s dress and she is idly teasing my daughter’s breast.

  Sofia sits up excitedly as we reach the bottom of the stairs.

  “You two were in the classroom for a long time,” she says, casting a knowing glance back at Daphne. “Did you have fun?”

  “Ohhhh my god!” cries Julie, releasing my hand to run over to Sofia. “Your mom is so hot, Sofia.”

  “Did she eat your butt?” laughs Sofia. “I totally told her you like that.”

  “Oh yes,” says Julie. “She did and she had toys and look at this...”

  Julie turns and lifts the back of her cheerleader skirt. She pulls down her panties beneath her firm butt and reveals the gem of the plug still buried in her ass.

  “Nice.” Daphne joins Sofia in admiring Julie’s ass. The older woman reaches down and taps a finger on the gem buried in her own daughter’s butt.

  “Yeah, it feels amazing.” Julie looks from her mother to Sofia. “So did you two have fun?”

  It’s time for Sofia and Daphne to exchange a knowing glance.

  “Oodles of fun,” says Daphne. “And we’ve been thinking about you. Well, Sofia has been thinking about you. She said…”

  My daughter reaches out and covers the older woman’s mouth to prevent her from saying something.

  “What is it?” demands Julie.

  “I said when you come out here I am going to eat your pussy so she can watch…” Sofia’s words trail off to mumbles.

  “What was that?” I ask, stepping beside Julie.

  “I told Daphne I was going to eat Julie’s pussy so that Daphne can watch me lick her daughter.” Sofia looks into my eyes and adds, “And so you can watch too, mom.”

  I think about it for all of one second. The intense throb in my pussy tells me that I am not going to stop it from happening. In fact, I am eager to watch.

  “Do it,” I say, calling my daughter’s bluff. “Show us both how you two girls play.”

  Daphne and I sit down on the couch together, close enough that our legs are touching. I part my knees and run my hand over my panty-clad pussy, surprising my daughter with my willingness to participate in her naughty game. Maybe it’s that I am intoxicated by Julie’s sweetness or maybe it is the fulfillment of a repressed dream I shared with Daphne. I don’t know. But my guilt and reluctance are gone as I stroke my pussy through my panties and watch my daughter begin to make out with Julie.

  “They look cute together,” whispers Daphne as the two teens share a long, s
loppy kiss.

  “Beautiful,” I agree, strumming a little bit more intently at my fat clit straining beneath my panties.

  In the dimmed light of the lounge, the two girls slowly undress one another, hands shedding clothes and lips following swiftly behind their exploring fingers. Sofia puffy areolas draw Julie’s tongue to lap and tease and make the tip of her nipples stand out pink against her pale mounds. Sofia reaches between Julie’s thighs and into those cotton panties, still damp with the juices I tasted only minutes before.

  “Oh god,” cries Sofia as Julie begins to suck at her nipple. Watching their bodies gradually revealed and explored, I slip my panties down pasts my knees and begin to pleasure myself more intently. Daphne chuckles at my behavior, but she soon follows suit and begins to plunge three fingers into her wet, womanly cunt.

  Julie drops to her knees first and urges my daughter to sit on the couch opposite the one I am sharing with Daphne. Only a small coffee table separates mothers from daughters. Julie leans forward, sliding down her panties and again revealing that scarlet gem nestled in her crack. She drops her head between Sofia’s thighs and I can see the pleasure spelled out upon my daughter’s face. Her doe eyes become heavy-lidded with ecstasy and her soft lips part into a silent “oh” of pleasure.

  “That’s it,” hisses Daphne, for my benefit. “Lick her, Julie. Lick that sweet, sweet pussy.”

  “Ohhhhh, yes,” cries Sofia, thrusting her hips and tilts her head back onto the couch. She grips her pert breasts and toys with her own nipples as Julie and her tongue labor between Sofia’s legs. As Julie licks, she wiggles her adorable ass from side to side. It takes a fair amount of willpower not to crawl over that coffee table and lick Julie’s glistening folds.

  Watching my daughter’s face as she cums is an epiphany; the sort of illicit knowledge that Eve was meant to keep out of her mouth. Sofia’s eyelashes flutter. Her face flushes and her lips work as if she is speaking, but only a deep moan escapes them. Her sweat-sprinkled tits bounce with muscular contractions and her biceps shake as if she is supporting her entire weight on her hands.

  “Ooooohaahhhhhhhhh!” Her moan becomes a shout and she thrusts her hips, no doubt filling Julie’s mouth with the taste of her intimate honey.

  Hearing and smelling the sex in the air and watching my daughter’s face contort with ecstasy is a compelling motivation for my own self-pleasure. Daphne gently rocking beside me as she finger-fucks herself is only adds to my urges. I thrust my hips and impale my fluttering pussy on my fingers. I bite my lower lip and as I cum I make eye contact with Sofia. She knows what I know and I know what she knows and between us, in that burning reality of the moment, all the weirdness and betrayals are shed. We are mother and daughter, united and unashamed and her serene smile drives me over the edge.

  “Ohhhhhh Sofia,” I gasp. “Soffiiiaaa.”

  My head falls back and I let the pleasure take me, dimly aware that Daphne has leaned over and begun to suck at my nipple. In the distance, a thousand miles beyond the crashing symphony of pleasure in my ears, Julie and Sofia are kissing and watching me cum.

  I don’t know how long this perfect moment will last, or if I will ever find one quite so perfect again, but I know I can never speak of it with Sofia.

  Part Three

  Taking Charge of the Teen

  The Cookout

  “Your daughter is such a sweetheart.”

  I look at Barbara Gorecki over the rims of my sunglasses. My smile says I agree, but if she bothered to glance at my eyes I am clearly broadcasting “She has no idea.”

  Barbara is, to be nice about it, a big woman. She’s squeezed into her one-piece bathing suit from last year and she has obviously put on a few pounds since then. The back keeps turning into a thong on her big butt and she keeps pulling out the wedgie. She might have been a beautiful woman once, she had the curves even before she put on the weight, but she has obviously let herself go in an unhappy marriage.

  Believe me, I know the feeling. And I let myself go for a while too, though never as far as Barbara. She has the added stress of raising a hellcat of a daughter. Nicole Gorecki is five-foot-nothing of slut with curly, dirty blond hair. She has a sassy attitude, which is fine by itself, but I also know she has spent the night in jail two times. And that’s just what I know. The truth is probably much worse than that.

  Nicole, as her mother calls her, or Nikki, as my daughter calls her, is also smoking hot. She’s that sort of hot where she knows it. She wears the tiniest bikini to show off her pert 18-year-old tits and firm little ass in pink polka dots. She rubs up against every cute guy at the pool party like a cat in heat. She also likes to hang around with Sofia, my girl, and I wonder just how much Nikki knows about Sofia’s secret life with her stepfather and with me at the club.

  “I wish Sofia would just move in with me. Could I borrow her? She’s so good compared to Nicole.” Barbara finally turns away from the pool and takes a sip of her margarita. “I love her, Lindsay, but I caught her with D-R-U-G-S.”

  “Marijuana?” I ask.

  “No, that hard stuff.” She leans forward and whispers, “Cocaaaaine.”

  I’m a little taken aback by this information. I knew Nikki was troubled, but I had no idea she was into coke. I did it with my soon-to-be-ex-husband a couple times in the nineties. It was not my thing. I prefer mellowing out, not getting revved up and euphoric. Looking at Nikki splashing Sofia in the pool, I can imagine both girls doing lines of white powder and I get a thrill of concern and maybe a little excitement. It’s naughty. What can I say? I like naughty.

  “There’s, uh, harder stuff,” I say, still watching Nikki and Sofia splashing in the pool. “At least she isn’t addicted to opiates. I had a friend put on that stuff that’s like Oxycontin, by a doctor to start with, and she had to go to rehab. Almost died from an overdose.”

  “Oh my goodness!” Barbara slaps her meaty thighs. “Well, now I have something else to worry about her getting mixed up in. You know, I blame the Internet. All sorts of…”

  I tune Barbara out as I watch her daughter splashing mine in the pool. I drink in every detail: the pink of Nikki’s lips as they curve into a smile, the faint bumps of her nipples under her bikini, the way her tiny, low-riding bikini shows off the slightest hint of her trimmed, honey-gold pubic hair.

  I want this girl. Not tomorrow. Not at the club. I want her today.

  “I saw Tyler.”

  Barbara’s conspiratorially-lowered voice snaps me out of my erotic reverie. Hearing my soon-to-be-ex-husband’s name tends to trigger me.

  “Oh?” I glance at her and sip my margarita through a straw. “How is he?”

  “He was at the Crate & Barrel with this little brunette. She looked fifteen, but, you know, big belly.”

  “Winona,” I say. “Yeah. He knocked her up.”

  Barbara’s eyes go wide and she sits back in her chair as if struck by the candidness of my words. Her big breasts jiggle in her one piece bathing suit.

  “I knew you two had separated. I had no idea he was, I mean, um, is she even legal?”

  “Yeah, Winona is legal.” I take another sip of the margarita. “She’s a nice girl.”

  It’s a lie. Winona is cut from a similar cloth to Nicole. I’d even love a go at the hot little brunette, but she’s one of two women currently knocked up by my ex. The other one is my daughter.

  I notice Sofia and Nikki parting ways out in the pool. I watch Nikki climb the ladder, water flowing from her teenage curves. She glances in Barbara’s direction before heading into the house. Barbara doesn’t notice. She’s saying something to me about all men being pigs.

  “I agree. Men are disgusting. That’s why us women have to sticking together.” I reach across the table to give her hand a squeeze. “Anyway, Barb, I think the sun is getting to me. I’m going to head inside for a little bit. You think you can keep an eye on the party for me for a few minutes.”

  “Sure, no problem. Take your time.” She grunts softly as she st
ands. “Walter looks like he is almost done with the burgers.”

  Her meathead husband is working the grill with a few of the other dads. Sofia is preoccupied with some of her high school friends. And I have Nikki all to myself in my own house. It’s my chance to make a move. It’s dangerous to do it right here, with her parents in my yard, but I can’t think of another excuse to try to recruit Nikki for the club.

  The lights are off in the house, with most of the light filtered through curtains hanging over the deck door and the kitchen windows. I spot wet footprints on the kitchen tiles. I feel like a hunting cougar stalking prey in the wild as I follow those footprints. Out of the kitchen. Down the stairs to the den in the basement. To the bathroom next to the TV. There is light spilling out from under the closed door.

  I am glad for the carpeted floor down here as I pad silently over to the bathroom door and lean my ear against it. I can hear the soft rush of urine into the toilet. I’ve never been interested in that sort of play, but hearing Nikki relieving herself is exciting if only for the image the sound conjures. Her with her little bikini around her ankles, maybe reaching her fingers down to touch herself while she goes.

  The toilet flushes. I hear a soft click under the rush of the refilling toilet tank, like a compact being snapped closed. Nikki sniffs loudly and actually murmurs, “Wow.”

  The door opens with a simple turn of the knob. The poor girl doesn’t know it, but the lock has never worked on this bathroom. I see her cocaine still dusting the counter.

  “Mrs. Brody!” she exclaims.

  As she turns to me, eyes wide with fear and nostrils dusted with cocaine, she tries to surreptitiously push the leftovers of her coke into the sink. I catch her hand by the wrist and stop her. The move places my body against her, my breasts in my bikini top pressing against Nikki’s much smaller mounds.

  “What are you doing in here, young lady?”

  “I just had to pee!” she cries, trying to jerk her hand away from me. “You busted in here. Let go of me! You can’t do this!”