The Lesbian Daughter Swapping Fantasy Club

by Amanda Clover

  “Oh my god, that was hot,” she laughs. “You’re a good kisser.”

  “That was some first date kissing,” I continue to chuckle. “Like two teenager.”

  I feel a flush of excitement as I realize she is a teenager. I take her hand and pull her with me through the door of the club.

  “Come on,” I’ll show you around.

  Despite her slutty outfit and that first kiss, Rachel is surprisingly shy as I give her the tour. She’s as impressed as all the first-timers when they see the theme rooms and the extensive facilities in Vince’s house. She smiles and hugs all the mothers and daughters who are not busy. She does the right things, but she stays quiet.

  Out on the sun-warmed deck, at the end of the tour, I turn to her.

  “This is weird for you, isn’t it?”

  “Honestly? Yeah, it is, I’m not a one-night stand kind of girl, but I have been with other women.”

  “Older women?” I ask.

  “There was a swimming coach,” she says and breaks eye contact with me to stare out at the woods behind the house. “Last year, not long after I turned eighteen. I mean, the flirtation was there before it was legal, but she waited at least that long. She wasn’t… Joan wasn’t what you probably would think of as attractive. Pretty face, but definitely not a ‘femme’ sort of lesbian.”

  “Was that your experience before her?”

  “Yeah,” she says. “Messing around with other girls my age. At parties and sometimes they’d come over to my room in my aunt’s house. Nothing serious, not before Joan.”

  “Did you feel like she was using you?”

  She thinks about the question and then nods. “In all the best ways, she was using me. For sex, for companionship, for a pretty girl to boost her self esteem. And in exchange she taught me how to not be afraid of my body and how to get off with another woman.”

  I touch her hand resting on the railing of the deck.

  “How did she teach you?” I ask, stroking her fingers with mine.

  “She was aggressive at first. Very aggressive. It scared me a little bit, but I liked it too. She used to…” She laughs and shakes her head. “God, I’ve never told anyone this, not even my aunt. She used to sit on the edge of the pool with her legs in the water and she’d hold my head and push my face… she’d push my face against her pussy and hold me there. Hold me like that, until I made her cum.”

  “And you like that?”

  “Once I got over being afraid, yeah. It wasn’t like that every time. She’d come to me in the shower, she’d make me lick her in her office, sometimes in the locker room. We almost got caught more than once.” She turns all the way around and leans against the railing. “I spent the night at her house and it was so weird, being there in her life like that. Even with all the sex I still saw her as my coach, but in her house she became just another person. She was less aggressive, more tender and interested in making me cum. She was good at it too.”

  “What happened?”

  “She got scared we were going to get caught. She dumped me. And it took a while to get over it.”

  I saw what I had to do in her brown eyes. I smiled sweetly as I pinned both of her hands to the railing and trapped her there, pressing my body against hers once again. I teased a kiss that I did not deliver. I waited for her to lean in for it and instead I sought her slender neck. I kissed her there, kissed her shoulder, and moved up to her earlobe. I gave it a teasing nibble and she shrugged against me.

  “Mmmmmm, I’ll give you aggressive,” I whisper into her ear. “And I’ll make you cum.”

  My hand slides between her legs, under her skirt. She moans as I stroke her stockings and up to the warm, silky front of her panties. Her hips rock forward, thrusting her against my fingers ever so slightly to betray her desire. I roughly squeeze the hot furrow of her pussy through her panties. I make her whimper with pleasure and maybe a little pain and I trace that hot groove with my fingers.

  “You want it,” I whisper into her ear. “I can tell how bad you want it. I could pull your panties to one side and slip my fingers into that hot, tight, wet little pussy. But I’m not going to do that. Not yet.”

  “P-please,” she whimpers.

  I tease my lips over her ear and caress her with my hot breath. I stroke her a little harder with my fingers, digging her panties into that groove until I can feel the fabric begin to grow damp.

  “No,” I moan and nuzzle my lips against her slender neck. I lick her there and nibble at her throat. She thrusts against my fingers. She is trying to use me to get herself off. I pull my hand away, leaving her gasping with lust.

  “I need it,” she says.

  “Get on your knees,” is my stern reply.

  She chews her lower lip, her eyes as wide and innocent as a doe’s as she slowly nods her head. It’s a bit of a contradiction with her slutty outfit. An angelic whore. She sinks to her knees on the deck. Not the most comfortable place to kneel, which is the point. Her back is against the railing.

  I step out of my heeled sandals and place one foot on the middle rail. The posture puts my skirt in Rachel’s face. I gather it up, sliding the soft fabric up my shapely thighs, exposing myself to her in sunny increments. The wind stirs her dark hair and I can almost hear the anticipation in her breathing. I am not wearing panties under the skirt as I finally bare my neatly-trimmed pussy to her.

  “Do you like my pussy?” I pet it with my hand, fingers tracing over the silky hair, the soft, swollen lips, and up to my plump clit.

  “Y-yes,” she moans.

  She reaches up to stroke my thighs. I don’t stop her as she caresses my legs and around to fondle my round ass. Her hands cup and knead my soft cheeks. Her fingers tickle my hot crack. I rock my hips forward a little, thrusting my pussy close enough that I can feel her breath tickling against my slick entrance.

  “I’ll touch you after you make me cum,” I say, slipping my hand from my pussy to cradle her head and pull her mouth closer. She moans with submissive lust and immediately begins to lick me. Her brown eyes look up from my fuzzy mound to see if she is pleasing me. Her hot tongue parts my folds and samples my sweet honey. A second lick finds my clit and sends a hot shudder through my body.

  “Mmmmmm, am I… doing it right?” Her voice is soft and sweet. She gives my clit another lick. She is doing it right, actually, but that’s not how to play the game with this naughty little bitch.

  “No,” I say and roughly grab her mouth. “Get your tongue on my clit and lick it until… ooohhh… that’s it. Lick it, ah, lick it and suck it, you little slut.”

  I fuck against her tongue. I rock my hips and grind the length of my entrance against the eager curve of her tongue. My juices drip right down her throat and she swallows them like a good girl. I hold her head with both hand, one foot up on the railing and my knee flexing as I fuck against her mouth. My juices and her spit spill down my thighs. Hot pleasure pumps into my tummy each time my clit makes contact with her tongue.

  “Thaaaat’s it,” I groan. “Just like that. Now… ahhh… now suck it.”

  I roughly pull her mouth onto my clit, forcing her mouth open and forcing her to clamp her mouth over the top of my pussy. She begins sucking and licking. The hot, wet suction of her mouth pulls at my clit and my labia. I throw back my head as I fuck her sweet mouth, faster and harder, burying her nose in the fuzz of my hair.

  “Almost there,” I gasp, feeling my orgasm growing closer with each throb of pleasure in my clit. A whine of pleasure rises in the back of my throat. I hold her tighter; I rock harder against her tongue.

  My pleasure peaks against Rachel’s face, looking down into her innocent eyes at the last moment, gyrating against the hot quiver of that tongue. Maybe I will never find the distraction I need from Sofia in the arms of another woman, but for those perfectly agonizing seconds I am floating on Rachel’s tongue, spilling my nectar into her mouth and down her cheeks and my thighs. I am in the moment and nowhere else, buoyed by the pleasure I have so des
perately craved.

  “Oh god,” I gasp as all the air comes out of me in a rush. I realize I was standing on my tip-toes and slowly let my heels settle back onto the deck. I release what must have been a painful grip on Rachel’s lustrous hair and step back.

  The poor girl is flushed and panting and her pretty face is glistening with cum. I know I was giving her what she wanted, but I also feel a sudden rush of guilt as she stands weakly and I see the awful red marks the deck has left on her knees.

  “Oh, honey, are you okay? I’m sorry, I—“

  She pulls me into a kiss suddenly, stuffing her tongue into my mouth and giving me a generous taste of my sweet juices on her lips and tongue. Between hot, gasping kisses, Rachel moans, “It’s everything I’ve been missing. I need to be used. I need to be… mmmm… fucked.”

  I push her back a little with my laughter.

  “That,” I say, caressing her and teasing her lips with mine, “can be arranged.”

  We kiss for a long time, but a new urgency is forming. I need to plunder her teenage body. I caress her ass and stroke her slender hips as we are kissing. I press my thigh between her legs and feel the warmth of her pussy, throbbing against my leg. God, licking me must have driven her wild.

  “Let’s go,” I say between kisses. “Inside. Somewhere private where I can eat you up.”

  We’re the last couple to choose a room at the club, so the pickings are slim and a little weird. The room that never gets used by us women is “the bikini beach.” The extremely fake sands and hot lamps are bad enough, along with the awkward beach chairs and air mattress, but the real weirdness are all the life-sized posters of women in bikinis that seem so cheap and garish. Busty babes with hair straight from the 1990s are not exactly a big turn-on.

  As it turns out, the fake beach atmosphere, with the towels on the fake sands, proves to be just fine when I am already in heat. The drawer full of bikinis provides an interesting distraction. We both giggle as we strip off our clothes and choose a bikini.

  Rachel has seen me naked before, but seeing her pert, firm body as she takes off her slutty outfit only makes me hotter. Watching her strip off the fishnets alone, peeling them from her long, muscular legs, is nearly enough to drive me to my knees. She has little, mouth-wateringly perky tits with small, dark areolas and nipples. Her pussy is completely waxed hairless and her ass, though very small, is a perfect bubble butt perfectly firm and inviting. I try not to stare as she pulls on the red bikini that cradles her small b-cups and hugs the lovely firmness of her ass.

  It’s actually harder for me to find a bikini in the drawer since the men haven’t stocked too many for women of my size. My plump breasts nearly overflow the pale blue top and I feel like my big ass is going to swallow the full-bottoms into a thong. At least my tummy looks good. So many crunches since Paris…

  “It’s so fake in here,” I laugh, jerking my head at the beach scene.

  “These are real,” says Rachel and her hands slide over my breasts and squeeze them in my bikini top. “Oh my god, I knew they were big, but they’re so sexy.”

  “You’re squeezing them like a guy,” I say, watching her fingers practically disappear into the softness of my breasts.

  “I can’t help myself. They’re not like my aunt’s, hers feel…”

  “You spend a lot of time feeling your aunt’s fake tits?” I raise an eyebrow.

  Rachel goes red and jerks her hands away from me. It doesn’t take a psychologist to know I’ve just hit on an uncomfortable subject. I grab her hands and pull them back to my breasts.

  “Don’t run away from me,” I say. “Feel them. Feel how soft and real they are. Not like Talia’s.”

  “Oh god,” she murmurs. “It’s not what you think with my aunt.”

  “What do I think it is?”

  I stroke a curl of hair from her eyes. I don’t want her to hide from my gaze. Even though she is afraid of my interrogation, she can’t help kneading the softness of my breasts and no doubt feeling my fat nipples pressing back.

  “We practice massage,” she says, trying to look away. I hold her chin. Hold her gaze with mine.

  “On her breasts?”

  “Full body,” says Rachel. “It’s on the table. We’re not… like kissing. But she says sometimes I need to know how to please a customer. If, um, if…”

  “It’s alright, sweetie,” I say absolving her of her moral sins. “Your aunt is a beautiful woman and she’s your boss at the massage parlor. Does she make you make her cum?”

  “O-only with my hand.” Rachel says quickly. “She uses her hand on me too.”

  “Mmmmmm, I’ll bet she does.” I slip my hand down her flat tummy to the front of her bikini. “It’s okay if you like it, Rachel. Pleasure can be a good thing even when it comes from unexpected places.”

  My fingers push into her bikini bottoms and slip over the smooth warmth of her pussy. I curl my fingers between the taut fabric and the heat of her groove. Her clit is so small, but I can feel it against the heel of my hand. Her warmth spreads onto my fingers as her juices spill out. I tease one fingertip just past the opening of her slit and elicit a soft, high moan of pleasure. Her grip tightens on my breasts.

  “Pull the bikini down,” I whisper to her. “Suck them. Suck my tits.”

  I tease the length of her opening, spreading her slickness with my fingertip as she curls the fingers of both hands into my overstuffed bikini top and pulls it down. My pale breasts squeeze out of the tight material, my wide areolas and fat nipples exposed. She yanks the bikini top lower, supporting my tits a bit unnaturally with the sling of the bikini top. I hear a distinct moan as she dives her face against my soft breasts. Almost immediately, the heat of her mouth engulfs a straining nipple, her soft lips press to an areola and she begins to lick and suck.

  “Ohhhh that’s a good girl,” I say. “Good girls get rewarded.”

  I tease a finger deeper into her pussy before pulling it back, lubricated with her slick juices, to the fleshy bead of her clit. She shudders at that first press of my fingertip. I slip my finger carefully around her before pressing index and middle finger tightly together and letting her clit ride the channel between them as I begin to earnestly stroke her.

  “Oh my god,” she gasps, her hot breath caressing my nipple. “Ohhhhh, Lin-Lindsay…”

  “Suck,” I say and pull her head to my other nipple.

  She buries her pleasure in my soft tits. Her mouth is hot and eager, tongue swirling around my fat nipple as she sucks me with real hunger. She uses both hands on my breasts, squeezing them against her face while her fingers pluck and fiddle with the glistening nipple she has just finished sucking. Her hips begin to move her pussy against my fingers. Her pleasure vibrates in muffled moans through my breasts.

  “Suck me harder,” I hiss.

  The suction becomes painful, but it is an exquisite, hungry pain that sends spikes of pleasure crackling from my suckled breasts to my throbbing clit. Rachel works her hips faster and faster, looking up from my breasts and into my eyes, whining against the gag of my nipple.

  “That’s it,” I moan. “Suck it hard. Suck it hard and cum for me, baby.”

  “Mmmmmmmmm!” Her squeal of pleasure is quite audible despite her nose and mouth being buried in my breasts. Her hips work so hard and fast that her clit jumps the rail I have laid with my fingers. I strum her furiously, chaotically, driving her to an orgasm that I can feel jerking through her tight body.

  “Oh god, Lindsay,” she cries, popping her mouth free, my thick nipple resting against her bottom lip. “I’m cumming. I’m cummmmming!”

  “That’s it, sweetie. Cum on my fingers. Cum for me.”

  At the last moment, as her body tightens in orgasm, I thrust two fingers into her tight teenage pussy. Her eyes go wide and her head jerks back as her channel is filled and my hand grinds into her clit. She fucks her clenching walls onto my fingers, riding my hand and cumming for me. Her hot juices spill down my fingers and onto my hand. I finally
smell the fresh musk of her arousal.

  Her head lifts from my breast, connected to my nipple by a glistening strand of saliva for a moment before the link breaks and disappears. I quickly kiss her, through the haze of her lust, forcing her to acknowledge the pleasure I gave her as our tongues begin to slip and slide and curl together.

  “Mmmm, Lindsay,” she breathes between our lips. “I haven’t cum like that… I don’t know… mmm… ever.”

  “Just getting started,” I say.

  The oversized beach blankets provide a satisfactory spot for our lust to play out. Rachel is submissive, but not passive. I’ve brought a strap on I intended to use on Julie, the surfer girl, but I put the lavender curve of it to use on Rachel. It slides easily into her tightness in a missionary position, her heels against my back as she urges me deeper with each thrust. I kiss the cries of pleasure from her lips and pound her until she cums on the abstract curve of the cock.

  I’m not done with her. I turn her over, smacking her ass and kissing her back down to her crack. I spread her cheeks and make her yelp in surprise with the first lash of my tongue. She’s clearly never had her ass licked before, she seems a little uncomfortable, so I don’t linger there too long even though I enjoy it. I move lower, sampling her sweetness, lapping at her swollen flower and her clit. She grinds back against my face and I smack her ass to make her stop. My tongue is in charge. My fingers ruling her. I drive her to the brink of an orgasm and then withhold further pleasure.

  “What’s wrong?” she asks, looking over her shoulder.

  I rise on my knees and rub the head of the strap on against Rachel’s hungry, wet pussy. I push deep into her eager channel. She moans, looks back at me, and reaches back to rest one hand on her firm ass. Her hair swings with each thrust. Her little tits jiggle. Her ass, perfect and firm, barely moves. I fuck her hard and fast. Not rough, no grunting and slamming, but fast. The cock glistens with her copious juices and her mouth is formed into a gasping “O” of pleasure.

  “I’m going to cum,” she pants.