The Lesbian Daughter Swapping Fantasy Club

by Amanda Clover

  I slide my finger over her cocaine residue and push it into my mouth. There’s that faintly familiar acidic burn. The tingling and the slight rush from the tiny dose.

  “You bring coke into my house and now you’re going to tell me what I can’t do?”

  My eyes burn with anger. Real anger at her for bringing her coke into my house, just embellished a little for effect. I see her bravado melt away.

  “Mrs. Brody, please,” she says. “I didn’t mean to—“

  “This is a big deal. The only way you’re going to get out of this without me telling your mother is if you are completely honest with me.”

  She starts to say something, maybe offer another protest, but her words fail to come. She closes her mouth and her lips tighten and form a deep frown. She looks at me with those big brown eyes and slowly nods.

  “Good. How much more cocaine do you have?”

  “Not much.”

  “Show me,” I demand.

  She reaches into her beach bag and pulls out that compact. I take it from her and open the clamshell. Inside is a tiny packet of cocaine, just enough for maybe two more lines. I pluck the packet out of her compact and turn it over in my hands.

  “This is enough to get you in some serious trouble with the police,” I say, shaking the tiny packet in front of her face. “Not to mention what your mom would say.”

  Tears begin to well in her brown eyes. I feel a slight pang of guilt for the way I am playing her. Don’t worry; it’s nowhere near enough guilt to stop me.

  “Please,” she says, chewing her lower lip. “Pour it down the sink. I-I promise, I won’t do it again. You can’t tell my mom. Please, Mrs. Brody. Just get rid of it.”

  I can’t help but smile at her pleading. I lock eyes with her and she looks down at her feet submissively. I carefully pop open the tiny bag of cocaine.

  “We’re going to get rid of it,” I say, dipping my pinkie into the baggie. I snort the cocaine from my fingernail. Immediately, there is the burn followed by the numbness. That unique flavor at the back of my throat. And that rush. Only seconds after it hits my sinuses. I remember this. I laugh as Nikki stares in shock.

  “You just… just…”

  “Yeah,” I say. I upend the baggie onto my bikini-covered tits, the white powder spilling over my lightly tanned mounds and into the deeper valley between my breasts. “Now get rid of the rest of this.”

  I reach around behind Nikki’s head, gathering up a thick handful of her curly hair and pulling her face against my tits. She buries her nose in my cleavage. A moment later I feel and hear the gratifying snort as she begins to suck up the cocaine. Her nose roams over my tits. Her mouth opens and I feel a touch of her tongue against the inner curve of my breast. She moans and I swivel my hips to swing my tits back and forth against her face.

  “Ohhhhh my god,” she laughs, lifting her face from between my tits. “Mrs.Brody—“

  “Stop calling me that,” I laugh. “Lindsay. Nikki and Lindsay.”

  “Right. Right, that’s Tyler’s name. Brody. And you’re…” She giggles a little more. “Lindsay. Lindsay, oh my god, you’re wild. I had no idea. I mean, I had an idea, from Sofia, but, like, I never knew.”

  “I might be wild, but I still intend to punish you, young lady.”

  Using a bit of leverage on her wrist, I spin her around to face the bathroom mirror. A hand on her back presses the fronts of her thighs against the countertop. She loses her balance and her upper body drops forward. She manages to catch herself on her hands so that she is leaning well over the sink.

  “Oh!” she cries. “L-Lindsay, what are you doing? Are you going to spank me?”

  “You think you’d like that, don’t you?” I run my hand down from her back and tease my fingertips under her bikini bottoms. Her ass is firm and a cold with water from the pool. I slip my hand under the taut fabric, tracing her crack, moving to one side and roughly squeezing a cheek. “You want a spanking?”

  “Yesss,” she giggles and wiggles her butt from side to side. “Oh my god, spank my buns.”

  I strip her bottoms down with a violent tug, stretching the damp fabric into a sling for the firm, tan-marked mounds of her little bubble butt. I pull again and yank her bottoms well down her quivering thighs, exposing her pink asshole and shaved, pink pussy. A push on her back and she sprawls across the counter with her bikini-clad tits against the cold marble.

  The cocaine has plastered a smile on my face and juiced me with euphoric adrenaline. I smack her hard, my hand spanning bother of her cheeks across her crack, the sound loud in the small bathroom. Her head jerks up and she lets out a cry of surprise.

  “Very bad girl,” I say and smack her firm butt again. “You like being a bad.”

  “Yes,” she cries as I deliver another swat to her little ass.

  “You’re enjoying this because you know you deserve it. Teasing all those boys with your sexy body. Sneaking off to do drugs.” I rain several hard smacks down on her ass. She squeals and tries to wiggle her ass out of my path by climbing onto the sink. I pull her back down and cup my hand against her bare pussy. I can feel the heat of it, the dampness that is too warm to just be from the pool, and I give her sex a squeeze. “You’re out of control, Nikki. A very, very bad girl. And I like it.”

  I pause in spanking her, resting my hand on her flushed buttocks. She looks back at me over her shoulder.

  “You like it?” she asks.

  I slip my hand back down between her smooth thighs to cup her pussy once more. I do more than squeeze her hot folds, I begin to knead them and gently grind the heel of my hand against her fat clit. It’s quite prominent for such a delicate little pussy. I grind my hand back and forth against it. Nikki’s eyes close, her mouth falls open, and her head tips back.

  “Ohhhh, Lindsay,” she moans. “I always knew you were a lesbian.”

  “Yeah?” I lean my head down and lightly kiss one of her reddened buttocks.

  “A sexy lesbian. The way you, oooooh, looked at me was just like how the boys look at me. Like… ooooh god, that good. Like you were going to eat me up.”

  I release my grip of her wetness, teasing my thumb down her crack and over her tender little wrinkle before releasing her completely.

  “I’m not going to be eating you up,” I say, trying to restrain the lust edging my voice. “You’re the one being punished. So turn around. On your knees.”

  “Y-yes, ma’am.” Nikki turns and I yank her bikini top down beneath her breasts, exposing her pert pale triangles of untanned flesh and her hard, maroon-brown nipples. I pinch both nipples, eliciting a plaintive gasp as she falls to her knees before me. I stroke my fingers into her curly hair.

  “Take them down,” I say as I cock my hips forward.

  She’s hesitant, her eyes looking away and then back and then away again as she reaches up with both hands and begins to slide my bikini down from my neatly-trimmed bush. My blond muff glistens with the dew of my arousal. My womanly pussy is exposed to her teenage eyes.

  I stroke myself with my fingers, spreading my outer lips and exposing the throbbing button of my clit.

  “My little coke slut,” I say. “You’re going to prove just what a little lezzie you can be. Suck my pussy.”

  I pull her face between my thighs and thrust my hips to push my hot, eager furrow against her surprised mouth. She says something, I’m not sure if it is protest or submission, but her words are completely muffled by the press of my pussy against her mouth.

  After only a moment, her complaint, her resistance, are replaced with the hot caress of her tongue against my slit. She tastes my inner nectar and explores me with her hungry tongue. Her lips find my clit and she begins to suck. Her big, brown eyes gaze up at me as her mouth moved against my fuzzy mound.

  “Thaaaaat’s it,” I hiss. “You might just make up for bringing your drugs into my house.”

  She lifts her mouth from my pussy, giving my slick groove a few licks before saying, “Your pussy tastes so goo
d.”

  “Don’t stop,” I command. “Get that tongue on my clit. Yes! Just like… ahhhh! Fuck, yes! Come on, you hot little slut. Lick and suck me right here.”

  I untie the strings of my bikini top so I can expose my fat tits and play with them with both hands. Nikki actually grabs my ass, pulling me harder against her face and encouraging me to rock my hips and ride my twitching pussy on her tongue. My juices pour out, down her chin, and the hot spring of my climax begins to compress.

  “Naughty bitch,” I gasp, rocking harder against her mouth. “Naughty little bitch. Suck it! Suck itttt!”

  Her lips pop with lewd suction as she slurps on my clit and batters it with her tongue. I pinch my nipples so hard it hurts terribly, the only sensation I need to push me over the edge. Deep, throbbing, orgasmic bliss ripples through me. I fuck Nikki’s bad girl tongue and fill her bad girl mouth with my cum. She squeeze tight against my ass with both hands. She continues to suck even as my hips stop rocking and I begin to relax.

  “S-stand up,” I command and I help her to her feet.

  I press my lips to her, thrusting my tongue into Nikki’s mouth and tasting my own cum. We share it between our mouths in a hot tangle of tonguework. My thigh rests against the heat of her eager pussy. My big tits mash against the bare warmth of her pert mounds.

  “Oh, god, yes,” she moans. “You’re so fucking hot. You’re… it’s everything I knew it would be.”

  Just as her kissing reaches a boiling point and her hands are all over my body, I step away from her.

  “We’re done for today,” I say, pulling up my bottoms to rest against my well-drenched pussy.

  “Done?” She looks at me with wounded disbelief.

  “This was about punishment for you, not pleasure.” I adjust my bikini top and begin to tie it. “Oh, don’t give me that look. I’m about to invite you to a club that will change your life.”

  “What, like rehab?”

  “No, not like rehab. Not at all.” I dance my fingertips up her arm and tease her lips. “This is the sort of club that you are going to enjoy. But we have to convince your mother to join as well.”

  I lean my body into a soft embrace with Nikki and whisper the truth of the Lesbian Daughter Swapping Club into her ear. Maybe it’s the cocaine, maybe it’s the tickling of my breath on her ear and neck, but she softly laughs almost the whole time I am talking.

  “Yes,” she gasps. “Yes, I want to join that club very much.”

  “I knew you would,” I say. “I’ll soften your mother up. You may have to close the deal.”

  My chance to pitch the club to Barbara Gorecki comes after sunset. The teenagers have pulled on hoodies and are sitting around a fire pit. The dads are in the house watching football on the TV. The moms have gotten into small groups to gossip and discuss the teenagers and the dads. I peel Barbara into a secluded spot by the tool shed in my yard.

  “It smells like gasoline over here,” she says, her voice rippling with all the margaritas she has been drinking. She’s sloshing one around right now.

  “Just a little farther,” I say, leading her out of the light of the citronella torches in the yards and into the darkness behind the shed. The voices of the party are dulled to a murmur. The space between the back of the shed and the privacy fence is a bit of a tight fit for the heavy set housewife.

  “What are we doing back here, Linds?”

  “Walter is cheating on you,” I say. “You don’t have to tell me, I know it. And I know that you know it.”

  “What?” Her voice pitches up in surprise.

  I take her chubby hand, squeeze it, and pull it to my breast.

  “Maybe his cheating isn’t as fucked up as Tyler, but it leaves the same hole in your life.” I lean a little closer and say. “Your desires.”

  “Desires?”

  “They’re not being met. He’s cheating and you’re waiting for him to come home.” I lean even closer. I speak even quieter. “But it’s not a man you want, is it, Barb?”

  “Not… a man?” She trembles, seemingly under my spell.

  “No. You don’t want a man. You want a woman. Young and beautiful. A woman who knows what you need and knows how to please you.” I press my lips to her. “A girl. Sofia.”

  “What? Lindsay, you’re talking about your daughter.”

  “Not just mine. I’m talking about your daughter as well. There’s a club I belong to that meets the needs of older women and younger, it allows the exploration of sexuality in a safe space, without judgment.” I squeeze her hand against my breast. “I want you and Nikki to join.”

  “But… but Lindsay…” She pulls her hand away and shakes her head. “I’m not a lesbian. I don’t… no, this is all wrong.”

  She starts to retreat from me. I grab both of her hands and pull her back.

  “Don’t hide from who you are anymore, Barb.” My whisper is urgent. I pull her against me so that her overflowing tits and the roundness of her belly press against me. I can smell the booze on her breath. “The Lesbian Daughter Swapping Club, Barb. You can act out all of your repressed fantasies with Sofia and with other hot teenage girls. Any fantasy.”

  My hands push to her wide hips. I caress them and slide my fingers under the edges of her bathing suit, feeling the outer curve of her big ass. Her voice is a hushed moan.

  “Lindsay…”

  “Don’t fight it, Barb,” I say, leaning my lips close to hers. “Let me give you a taste of what you can have.”

  She pushes her lips out, awkwardly meeting me in a kiss. I pull her tighter against me and thrust my tongue into the boozy heat of the hefty housewife’s mouth. Sucking face behind my shed with Barbara Gorecki is not how I imagined my evening to end.

  Don’t get me wrong, Barbara isn’t ugly. She’s a big girl and actually a couple years older than me. I’ve been spoiled by teenage girls with tight bodies. This is not about lust, it is pragmatism. That does not mean I don’t enjoy it. Once you’re swapping spit with someone and squeezing their ass, you pretty much have to give in to the erotic momentum.

  “Ohhh, Lindsay,” gasps Barbara between kisses. “I always knew this would happen with you!”

  I let that strange comment slide as my hands slip all the way under the tight fabric of her bathing suit and I fill my hands with the warm, soft flesh of her ass. My fingers tease the inner curve of her crack from both sides and I begin to kiss and suck at her neck. Tremors run through her body, jiggling her huge tits in her one-piece bathing suit.

  I push aside the thick ringlets of her hair and lick at her neck, her jaw, and find my way back to her gasping mouth. Our lips meet in a sloppy embrace. She moans with every kiss, her tongue almost oppressive as it squirms against mine, trying to wriggle deep into my mouth.

  I slip my hands out of the back of her bathing suit and focus my attention on the front, peeling one shoulder down from her swimsuit until one of her huge tits bounces free. The big mound is still lusciously ripe, despite her age, with a wide areola and a fat nipple that juts out as big as the first joint of my pinkie finger.

  “Barb, your tits are huge,” I laugh and drop my mouth to her exposed breast. She bites her own finger to silence a cry of pleasure as I begin to lick and suck at her plump nipple. While my mouth is busy on one breast, my hand exposes the other, like unwrapping a pale, jiggling candy bar from its foil. My hand creeps into the front of her bathing suit and I feel her furry pussy, hot and wet beneath my fingers. I drive two and then three fingers into that hot furrow and she shudders with ecstasy.

  “Fuck me,” she moans in a soft, girlish voice. “Oh, Lindsay, fuck my pussy.”

  I could pretend I am not turned on, that it’s all just the game I have to play to seduce her into the club with Nikki, but the truth is, sucking on those juicy tits and fingering her pussy makes me as hot as licking a teen. It only makes it that much hotter to be pressed against the shed, our pleasure whispered and softly gasped so everyone talking by the fire pit doesn’t hear us.

 
; My fingers work in and out of her increasingly wet channel. For a middle-aged woman, she’s very tight. Her pussy clutches at my fingers and her hips thrust her eager hole onto my hand. My lips pop with suction around one of Barb’s nipples. I catch her tender nub in my teeth and gently stretch it. She hisses with pleasure. I soothe her teased tits with slow, rotating licks that make her nipples and wide areolas glisten in the moonlight.

  “You’re… you’re going to make me cum,” she warns. “Oh, my god, Linds… it’s…”

  “Go with it,” you say. “Let go, Barb. This is what you’ve been craving in your marriage. You just didn’t—“

  My words are cut off by a deep whine of pleasure from the shuddering housewife. She pushes herself onto my fingers. Her juices drip down her thighs and soak her bathing suit. Her body quakes in my arms and I have no choice but to kiss her, passionately, to silence the noise she is making.

  I make Barbara Gorecki cum, in my backyard, with her husband watching football in the house and all the rest of our mutual friends talking and drinking wine nearby. Somehow, the noises she is making do not seem to transmit beyond the space between the shed and the privacy fence. She spends her intense orgasm against my fingers and finally sags, breathless and moaning, against the wall of the shed.

  My fingers slip out of her hot trench. I press them to my lips and lick her juices from my fingers. This elicits another deep moan.

  “So?” It’s all I need to ask.

  “I’ll join,” she says, a smile spreading across her flustered face. “If it’s anywhere near that good, I will join it and become a lifetime member.”

  “It’s better than this,” I say, kiss her cheek and whisper into her ear once more. “It’s all your hottest fantasies come true. Nikki will find new experience there and your bond with your daughter will actually grow stronger.”

  “After what you just did to me,” she laughs and cradles my face with one hand, “I’d probably sell my soul to the devil.”

  Well, I’m not quite the devil, but…

  The Third Visit – Nikki