The Lesbian Daughter Swapping Fantasy Club

by Amanda Clover

  At the height of another of Nikki’s orgasms, the teen twisting and moaning beneath me, I unclip her nipples and lean over her, letting my fat nipples rub against her raw buds. Our kiss is hot and sloppy. Her body tenses and releases as I fuck her ass until she can’t take it anymore.

  It is only after Nikki is completely exhausted that I offer her the pleasure I have been longing to give her since we met. She lies sprawled on the black satin sheets, out of breath, with sweat plastering her curls flat to her face. I watch her flushed breasts rising and falling, jiggling ever so slightly with aftershocks of her last orgasm, and I decide I can no longer resist her. I am not a cruel woman by nature. Being dominant in bed is fairly new as well. Pleasuring – servicing – is my instinct.

  She watches me crawl towards across the bed with eyes heavy with lust above a dreamy smile. I lean my lips down to hers and kiss her softly, gently opening her mouth with mine and tasting the sweetness there. She brings up a hand to cradle my shoulder. I slip my hand between her thighs and lightly graze her well-fucked folds.

  “I’m a little sore,” she chuckles. “You really gave it to me, mistress.”

  “Enough with the mistress, for now,” I say, unbuckling the collar. “You were a good girl for me today, Nikki. And good girls get rewarded.”

  “What sort of… oooohhh!”

  I suck at the hard berries of her nipples, pulling them with suction and soothing them with my tongue. While I suck at these, mindful of the pinching I gave them earlier, my fingers are very gentle between Nikki’s legs. She scissors her thighs around my hand. I stroke slow, soft circles around her clit and tease open the slick groove of her pussy. She shudders and lets out a hot gasp of breath.

  “Mmmmm, you’re too beautiful for your own good, you know,” I say, pausing to run my tongue around one of her tender nipples. “Everyone wants you, which means you get your way too much.”

  “I didn’t get my way with you,” she giggles. “Not yet anyway.”

  “Oh, but you’re working your charms on me?” I say, raising an eyebrow.

  She giggles again and gently pushes me lower, “Stop teasing me, Lindsay. You know what we both want.”

  She spreads her thighs wide for me. Though there was laughter in her voice, her eyes are serious, even commanding. It is a full turnaround from her whimpering defeat at my hands, crop, and cock only minutes earlier. I like it. She’s a tough bitch.

  My lips trail over her flat, sweat-salted tummy. My tongue grazes her navel and I move lower, following my stroking hand between her thighs. Nikki props herself up on a pillow so she can see me better. I push her knees up, pulling one leg over my shoulder as I lean into hot, musky proximity with the tender redness of her cunt. I can smell the sweetness of the flavored lubricant I used with the strap on, still lingering at her ass. I kiss her inner thigh, moving closer, inhaling the rich scent of sex and exertion.

  I push her legs up a little more, exposing the pucker of her asshole, her divot glistening with traces of lubrication. My kiss travels closer and closer until I give Nikki’s teenage asshole a slow, savoring lick. I look up at her as I press my whole tongue flat, my spit soaking her clenched hole as I massage and soothe her ass.

  “Ohhhhh, maybe you’re the, oooo, bad one,” she says.

  To that, I chuckle and press the tip of my tongue against her pucker. I drill my tongue into her asshole, opening her and tasting the sweet trail of lube up her well-fucked bottom. I press my tongue deeper, finding her ass easily relaxed after what I put it through.

  “Now I know why you wanted me to lick your ass,” she moans. “That’s so nasty.”

  My fingers work her clit as I don’t just eat her ass or tongue-fuck her ass, I make love to Nikki’s ass with my tongue. Deep, passionate, drooling love. She rests one hand on my head, almost seeming to stabilize herself. My fingers continue to dance on her clit, harder and harder, and I feel her whole body tensing as I drive her towards an orgasm.

  “Lindsay,” she gasps and arches her back. I have to hold her in place with one hand under her knee to keep her from getting away from my tongue. My drool soaks her crack. My tongue fucks in and out, against her clench, against the rhythmic squeezing of her orgasm. She wails, “Ohhhhhh yes! Fuck my ass! Fuck my ass with your tongggggue!”

  Her recovery from that orgasm is swift. I lick my way back out of her asshole, giving it a bit more rimming before I move my tongue to her pussy. There is the sweetest feast of all. Looking into her eyes as I drink her juices, finger her tender channel, and lick, slow and deliberate, at the straining bud of her clit.

  With two fingers working in and out of Nikki’s soaking pussy, I work the pinkie of the same hand into her asshole. My mouth locks onto her clit. I like her clit. It’s big for such a small girl. It’s easy to find and my lips and tongue can both caress it as I suck her sweet little pussy.

  “Cumming! Lindsay! Cumming again!” She practically throws me off of her with the force of her arching. At the last moment, she grabs my head with both hands and pulls me hard onto her clit. I moan with lust and furious fuck her with my fingers. Her juices practically squirt into my mouth. Not literally, but there is such a heavy flow of her sweet, warm cum, that it is almost ejaculation.

  I bring her back down, but not all the way down, and I torment her with my tongue alone. For long minutes of lapping, I coax her through one last, long orgasm. It seems less powerful than the others. There is a certain exhausted finality to it. Her exhalation blows a wisp of her hair out of her face and she begins to laugh.

  “You’re so fucking amazing,” she says as I climb up next to her.

  “And you’re still a naughty bitch,” I say, swinging the collar in front of her face. “The next time you come here, you probably won’t spend your visit with me. That doesn’t change the fact that your training will continue.”

  “Yes, mistress,” she laughs and we embrace tenderly, our lips softly meeting and our tired tongues resting together.

  We take turns in the shower and head back out to the lounge. I spent a long time with Nikki and I am expecting to find my daughter and Barb waiting for our return. Maybe even Barb by herself, while my daughter runs off to spend some time with Victoria.

  Instead, Nikki and I end up waiting in the lounge. I mix her a pina colada in the blender and we watch a couple episodes of Orange is the New Black on the big TV. By the third episode, she is cuddled up to me and gently stroking my hair. I almost feel like a couple, which is a bit of a dangerous thing when I belong to a club that is based around radical infidelity. I suppose it’s the nesting instinct.

  “Hey,” I say to her, “you want to fuck again while we’re waiting?”

  “With the whole strap on?” she says.

  “Whatever, we can go back down to the dungeon, one of the other rooms, or do it here.”

  “Mmmmm,” she giggles. “I like this indecision from you. Let’s stay put. I know exactly what you need.”

  She spreads my legs and crawls onto her knees in front of me. I squirm in my seat to help her raise my skirt up my shapely thighs and expose my naked pussy. She leans down, inhaling my freshly-showered scent and petting my pussy with her fingers. She looks up at me, eyelashes fluttering and dark eyes gleaming as she lowers her tongue to my groove.

  The girl is good. I played power games with her downstairs, but she is in control of me with that tongue and those incredible eyes. She’s like a succubus, her power growing with each eager flick against my clit. She slides a finger into my pussy. A second. A third. A fourth. It’s enough to hurt a little as she works them in and out and sucks on my clit.

  “Ohhhhhh, Nikki,” I gasp.

  “Now this is a good way to pass the time,” she says and roughly flicks my clit. I jerk with pleasure and thrust my groove against her tongue. Those four fingers stretched me and fuck into me, opening me wider, making me gasp with unexpected jolts of pleasure.

  I’m about to tell her to take it a little easier when I hear laughter from the stairway d
own to the lounge. It’s finally Barbara and Sofia, returning from their session. I try to say something, try to warn Nikki that her mother is on her way, but she is moaning against my clit and those moans are vibrating into my body. I’m like a tuning fork and all I can do is match the vibrations.

  My voice won’t even work. My mouth opens and closes as I cum on Nikki’s fingers and against her tongue. My eyes close of their own volition and when they open I am looking at Sofia arm-in-arm with a red-faced Barbara Gorecki.

  “Nicole!” gasps Barb.

  Nikki lifts her mouth from my throbbing clit and looks back at her mother. She slips her fingers out of my pussy and slowly licks my juices from her lips.

  “Sorry, mom,” she laughs, rising to her feet and giving me a chance to cover up.

  “No,” says Barb. “No. I can’t do this. I can do a lot of things but I can’t see this. Come on, young lady. We are leaving.”

  I am humiliated by Barb’s reaction. I try to say something, but I don’t know what to say. Sofia, clearly frustrated, rushes past Barb and stands in her path.

  “What about us?” demands Sofia.

  “I had, um, it was wrong. It was wrong.”

  “You were telling me you love me five minutes ago,” says Sofia, jabbing a finger into one of Barb’s huge breasts. “We all love each other here. All of us. That’s what the club is about. And you can’t freak out just because your daughter wants to enjoy the same sort of pleasure we were enjoying upstairs.”

  “She’s my little girl,” cries Barb, emotion edging her voice.

  A smile plays at Sofia’s lips. She separates Barb and Nikki from holding hands and she takes both of Barb’s hands.

  “You said I was your little girl,” says my daughter.

  Barb looks from Sofia to Nikki and back again as what my daughter is saying finally seems to sink in.

  “I want to be your little girl too,” says Sofia, sliding Barb’s hands under Sofia’s tight top and squeezes those hands against her breasts. “Your husband never did the things I did for you. Think about that. Think about losing me…”

  Sofia steps closer to Barb. So close their lips are almost touching.

  “…and think about having me. Whenever you want. To please you in all the way you could only dream about before you came to the club.”

  Sofia kisses Barb, softly at first, and then into a deepening embrace that melts through Barb’s anger and motherly instincts. Seeing the heavy set older woman kissing my slender teenage daughter is surprisingly exciting. It’s not just an age disparity, which I am almost accustomed to by now, but a size disparity. I catch Nikki in my arms and do my best to emulate Barb and Sofia.

  Tasting the sweetness of my own juices on Nikki’s lips, seeing my daughter and Barb locked in a passionate kiss, I can’t help but think everything is going to work out with Barb and Nikki at the club.

  A Date with Victoria

  “Sofia said you masturbated while you watched her,” says Victoria. She has an eyebrow raised and an amused smile on her face. “I’m not judging, don’t look at me like that, I’m just telling you what she told me.”

  I let out a sigh into my glass of afternoon wine.

  “Yeah. Yes, it’s true.” I put the wine down. “Not last Sunday, with Nikki and Barb, but the Sunday before. I was sort of high on reuniting with Daphne and her daughter Julie is really into Sofia. Nobody else was in the club so, you know, one thing sort of led to another…”

  “And you ended up masturbating while your daughter had sex in front of you?” Victoria holds up a hand before I can continue my defense. “It’s okay. You know, one of the first times Tyler did something like that was when he walked in on me and Sofia. Together.”

  “Don’t compare me to him.”

  “I’m sorry, that’s not fair.” She holds up her wine in a toast. “To Tyler being a piece of shit.”

  I clink glasses with her and we both drink.

  “But I’m her mother,” I say and in those words I accept the blame for what I have done. “He’s just some guy that came into her life later. Not blood.”

  “She still calls him ‘daddy’ all the time,” says Victoria.

  I roll my eyes.

  “The fact that she says that while she is pregnant with his child is maddening. I have to come up with some way to get between the two of them without, you know, getting between the two of them.”

  “Yeah, you mentioned something about that on the phone, but you wouldn’t say more.” Victoria looks at me curiously. “What did you have in mind, sweetie? You know I will help.”

  I do have a plan. It’s why I asked Victoria to lunch. Thinking about the plan gives me a guilty twinge of arousal. I shift my thighs and my tender pussy and sensitive clit rub against the delicate fabric of my panties. I reach under the table to my bag of trick. I glance around to be sure the waitress isn’t headed our way before reaching into the bag and taking out what I brought for Victoria. I set the strap on gently on the table between us so that the flesh-colored penis is pointed upward. Victoria covers her mouth to keep from laughing.

  “You could have left it at the club,” says Victoria.

  “I don’t want you to use it at the club.” I slide it towards her, pushing aside her plate and nearly knocking over her wine glass. “I want you to strap this on and fuck Sofia senseless. I want you to pound my daughter’s pussy until she forgets all about Tyler. You’re the only one that can get between her and her father. Not me. Not without damaging our relationship.”

  Victoria picks up the strap-on by the silicone phallus. She turns it over in her hands, the leather straps flopping over her hand. She sees the waitress approaching and quickly shoves the whole thing into her purse. If the waitress sees anything out of the ordinary, she doesn’t let on. She refills our waters and bustles off to take care of another table.

  “You’re placing me in a very difficult position,” says Victoria, leaning forward and whispering. “I’ll admit, I’m a little jealous of the relationship Tyler has with Sofia, but I don’t know if I can make her distance herself from him.”

  “You can try,” I say.

  “I can try,” she half-heartedly agrees. She seems to consider the request, a skeptical expression on her face. I watch that skepticism shift slowly into a smile. Her fingertips drum on the table. “What if we got her away from him. Physically, I mean.”

  “Like a trip?”

  “You, me, Sofia, and Brittany. Yeah, that might work. A trip to Europe.”

  “Europe!” I almost choke on my wine.

  “Of course Tyler will be paying for everything, won’t he?”

  She’s right, of course. Knowing all of the lurid details I could expose in a real divorce hearing, Tyler has already agreed to generous alimony. He has been paying me a significant amount of money and he couldn’t refuse a trip with Sofia as a beneficiary.

  “He has promised to give her whatever she needs for her ‘personal growth’. I suppose a trip to Europe would qualify.”

  “Paris is lovely this time of year,” says Victoria, a faraway look already in her eyes. “I accept your challenge, Lindsay. The four of us will go to Paris and I will make your daughter fall madly in love with me.”

  She plucks the tip of the strap-on cock out of her purse by her fingertips and wiggles it slightly. Gazing at the mischief in Victoria’s eyes, I already wonder what I have done.

  Part Four

  The Divorce

  Departures

  “All those years,” he says as he toys with the pen. “Down to me signing my name on a piece of paper.”

  “And initial there and there,” I say and point to the spots on the divorce papers so my soon-to-be-ex-husband doesn’t miss anything.

  “You know, you could have just had your attorney mail them to me and I could have dropped them off at his office.” Tyler sees my glare in reply and he goes ahead with signing and initialing the papers. “As for that trip you wanted to take, I understand why you want me to pay for you
and Sofia, but what are these other two tickets you expect me to cover.”

  “Chaperones,” I answer him icily. “Look, Tyler, you are involved in a scandalous relationship with a girl you practically raised as your daughter and – no, no ‘practically’, you did raise Sofia as your daughter – and now she is pregnant with your child and you are still in a sexual relationship with her. She’s eighteen, Tyler. You’re over forty.”

  “Nothing illegal,” he says, tapping the papers on the table to even them out.

  “No, but grossly immoral. Unethical. The sort of thing that could ruin your career.”

  “Is that blackmail?” He frowns. “I never thought you would try to black—“

  “No. I am bringing it up to underline the fact that I did not say or do anything. I deserve that money, Tyler, because I am turning a blind eye to your behavior with Sofia. And she needs it, to anchor her in a real family life now that you have deprived her and perverted half of her family. You two have your insane, perverted relationship. I can’t change that. I want a fantasy trip to Paris to bond with my daughter.”

  “And bond with another couple.”

  “Another mother and daughter. Victoria and Brittany.”

  Tyler scoffs. He whines. He pays up. Three days later, I am standing in the international terminal of North American Air Lines, waiting to embark with my daughter. She is glowing with excitement.

  “I still can’t believe this is real, mom!” she exclaims and squeezes my hand tightly as we prepare to board our flight.

  “It does seem a little like a dream,” agrees Victoria.

  Victoria has the body of a dancer who has aged into a porn career. She’s gorgeous and voluptuous and she has had a little work done, botox and maybe a boob lift, but it does nothing to dim her mature sexiness. She’s actually wearing a beret on a flight to Paris. Her daughter, Brittany, is a more pert and slender version of Victoria. She smiles at me as we are embarking onto the plane.