The Lesbian Daughter Swapping Fantasy Club

by Amanda Clover

  She looks over her shoulder at me and rises slowly. She keeps her back turned as she unzips the skirt and drops it down her slender legs. She hooks her fingers into the waist of her tight, blue panties and rather quickly strips them down her ass, drops them down her thighs, and steps out of them.

  Her pale golden skin is magnificent. Her ass is small, firm, and lusciously round. She turns to me, eyes downcast and hand demurely covering up between her legs.

  “Uncover your pussy,” I say in English and repeat in Japanese.

  Hitomi slowly lifts her hands from her mound and reveals, in a breathtaking moment, that she has very meticulously trimmed her dark pubic hair down to a tiny strip just above her vulva.

  “You have prepared for today’s lesson,” I say.

  “Hai,” she says, still looking down at her sock-covered feet.

  “Good. I am going to be giving you a simple exam of ten short passages I have written. Each contains a subtext. I will want you to write this subtext down as simply and clearly as possible.”

  I reluctantly tear my gaze away from the petite Japanese beauty and turn my attention to the table. I open up the wooden box I have placed there. I open the lid and take out the exam paper and a pencil and place both on the table.

  I then take out the purple g-spot vibrator. It is an expensive, ergonomic design that looks more like a work of abstract art than any normal sex toy. The material is slip-free, but not rough, and as I can attest, it is completely waterproof.

  “This,” I say, thrusting it into her line of sight, “is your reward for a passing grade. You must get at least seven out of ten answers correct. For each incorrect answer, I will give you a spank on your lovely little bottom. For each correct answer a kiss. If you fail, then you will be severely punished.”

  I tilt her chin up and she looks into my eyes.

  “That means you will be on your knees for me,” I say to her. “That means you will be made to pleasure me. With your tongue.”

  She trembles at my words. She can’t help but flash me a smile, which she quickly hides in the face of my practiced iciness. The little minx wants to be punished. Well, I’ll be happy to oblige her.

  “On your knees on the couch here, Hitomi,” I say, gesturing to the white leather. “Lean forward with your hands on the table.”

  The position is awkward, forcing her to bridges the space between the table and the couch with her arched body. Her long hair dangles down to brush the paper and pencil I have set out for her.

  She tilts her hips for a better position and it has the consequence of raising the pale gold of her ass and spreading her firm little buttocks to reveal her the small tan wrinkle of her anus. I step to the arm of the couch to admire her freshly shorn pussy. Her delicate folds are already glistening and the inner pink of her tightness shows between them.

  I stroke my hand over Hitomi’s ass and she shudders. Her skin is perfectly smooth and she is perfumed with the scent of apricots and honey.

  “Pick up the pencil,” I say sharply, my fingers pressing at her soft bottom. “Read and answer the first question.”

  I watch over her shoulder as she scrawls her answer. It’s so wrong that she is surely testing me. The little tease.

  “Incorrect!” I say sharply. “It is your first incorrect answer, so only one swat.”

  “Please, Miss Lindsay,” she says, looking back at me over her shoulder. “I promise not to miss any—“

  I strike her bottom harder than I intended. The sound echoes in the open space of the front room and the impact sends a ripple up her firm little butt. Hitomi’s head jerks up sharply. Her lips fall open to form an “O” of surprise and she moans from deep within her body.

  “The next answer you get wrong will mean two swats like that,” I say, watching the red print of my hand appear on her pale buttock.

  “Y-yes, Miss Lindsay,” she says.

  “Continue.”

  My hand remains on her ass, just below my handprint, as she begins to write her second answer. This time, her answer is perfect.

  “Very good, Hitomi,” I say. “Would you like your reward now or at the end?”

  “Um,” she bites her lip. “I want this now, but I think it is better at the end.”

  “Very well. Continue.”

  Hitomi returns her attention to her work. I stroke her ass and tease the backs of her thighs as she writes. My fingers never touch her pussy. I intend to save that for the right moment. Still, she is trembling from my touch.

  “Good,” I say as I check her third answer. “You are correct.”

  Hitomi proceeds to answer a total of six questions correctly in a row and each time defers any reward.

  “One more correct answer and you will pass the exam,” I say.

  “Oh,” she replies and she proceeds to write something very vulgar as her next answer.

  “Hitomi!” I snap. “What is this? The subtext has nothing to do with anilingus or cunnilingus.”

  “I am mistaken,” she says.

  Hitomi looks at me through her fluttering lashes. She lowers her shoulders and raises her bottom. It’s an unmistakable invitation to spank her. I oblige her, my hand cracking loudly against one buttock and then the other. She whimpers and shakes her hips as if she is trying to rid herself of the stinging pain.

  “Continue,” I say. “One more wrong and you will be on the cusp, young lady.”

  She proceeds to write out an even more vulgar answer for the next question. I growl and immediately spank her three times on her tender little bottom. At the end of this barrage, I let my hand linger on the warmth of her flushed ass.

  “One more wrong,” I say, feeling a surge of desire, “and you know what your punishment will be.”

  “Y-yes, Miss Lindsay,” she coos.

  I grab her hair and jerk her head up, stopping her from filling in the next answer. I force her to look into my eyes. I know the game she is playing and I want her to know this is not a game.

  “Be certain when you answer. Correct or incorrect, there will be no turning back. I will insist on punishing you if you are wrong.” I lean my face down to hers and add, “But maybe that’s what you want.”

  “Mmmmm,” she whimpers, unable to reply.

  I release my grip on her hair and stand up straight.

  “Proceed, young lady.”

  If her mention of both anilingus and cunnilingus was a suggestion of what the teenager might be willing to do, then this answer is a bold declaration of her desire. I snatch the paper from beneath her pencil and read it aloud in a stern voice.

  “’I want to serve Miss Lindsay with my tongue. I want to give her pleasure in her body.’” I toss the sheet aside. “Do you really believe that was the correct answer?”

  Hitomi looks up at me, unable to keep the smile from her face. It’s contagious; I momentarily break character and flash my smile before returning to my instructor’s frown.

  “It is what I want, Miss Lindsay.”

  Hitomi crawls off the couch and onto the floor. She kneels before me. I stare at her disapprovingly. I had this whole thing planned out where I was going to spank her and fuck her ass with the vibrator if she failed. It’s all forgotten as her fingers slide up my stockings, pushing up my skirt and revealing the tops of my stockings and my garters.

  “You are so sexy,” she says. “I want to make you feel very good, Miss Lindsay. I think about this all night.”

  “Well,” I say, trying to come up with any words that make sense, “I suppose… you could earn a better grade. If you can satisfy me.”

  I let her push my skirt all the way up to my waist, exposing my white lace panties that feel like they are simmering with my arousal. Hitomi begins to kiss my thighs. Her fingernails rake my hips and tease my plump buttocks. Her fingers slip into the back of my panties, squeezing my softness and pulling me against her face. She nuzzles my pussy, hot breath permeating the lace, her nose loudly inhaling my scent.

  “Oh, Miss Lindsay,” she sighs, hug
ging tight against me and kissing my sex through my panties.

  “Yes, breathe in my scent, Hitomi,” I say, gently pulling her harder against my mound. “You are the cause of my arousal. Your lovely body. Your sexy little ass. I’ve been thinking about you all night… mmm… too.”

  “Please, Miss Lindsay, can I take off the panties?”

  “Very well, since you said ‘please.’”

  She slowly slides them down, revealing my shaved pussy framed by the garters, and my glistening folds. She rolls the panties down my thighs and lower. I step out of them and she picks them up and presses them to her nose, loudly sucking in my scent. What a dirty little girl. I can’t help but chuckle at that.

  “Oh, it’s so good,” she says. “So fresh. But also…”

  She speaks a Japanese phrase meaning “rain and earth.” It is an idea similar to the strong, fresh smell of grass after a rainfall. I pull her back to my pussy and she moans and eagerly begins to lick me. Her arms encircle me and she burrows her face between my thighs. Her tongue flicks rapidly, tasting and teasing my clit, slipping into my hot channel, only to slip back out again and back to my clit.

  “Ohhhh, yes,” I moan.

  I wrap my fingers in her silky hair and thrust my hips to fuck my pussy against her mouth. I let her lick a little more, her fingers beginning to tease at my folds, before I step away. I leave her watching as I walk over to the farthest of the love seats and slowly sit down. I lean back deep into the cushions, and pull my legs back, crushing my tits in my high-collared blouse. I expose my pussy more completely to her and reveal the clenched pink of my asshole.

  “Come here, Hitomi. Crawl over and lick me.”

  The little virgin slut doesn’t even need to be told where to lick. Her tongue goes straight to my sensitive asshole, rimming me with the soft, rapid licks of a kitten drinking cream. Her fingers caress my wet folds and seek out my clit. I let out a satisfied moan, watching her pretty face buried against the softness of my ass. Her tongue slows to long, slow, swirling licks around my rim. She loosens me enough to bury her tongue up my ass as her fingers slide into my pussy.

  “That’s a good girl,” I say, stroking her head.

  The hottest part of all, even hotter than getting tongue-fucked by this naughty little innocent girl, are those big eyes staring up at me through her glasses as she licks and sucks my ass. Her fingers squelch into my slick pussy. She rubs steadily at my clit. This is a girl who has been thinking about doing all of this for a very long time, and I’m all too happy to be the realization of her Sapphic fantasies.

  “Fuck my ass,” I moan. “Fuck it with your tongue. Just like that. Oh my god, Hitomi, I’m going to cum on your fingers.”

  “NNnhnnnn,” she encourages me with her tongue drilling up my ass.

  Her fingers fuck in and out of my soaking slit. My walls flutter against her. My clit seems to pound like a hammer with her delicate touch. I grab her head in both hands and pull her tight against me as I cum. Her tongue drives deep up my ass and her nose is pressed into the wet folds of my pussy. To her immense credit, her fingers never stop stroking me. She is a talented multi-tasker.

  “Oh, that’s good, young lady.” I’m flashed and slightly out of breath from the intensity of my orgasm. “I’m feeling a bit hot. I’m going to take off this shirt. I want you to suck my clit now, Hitomi. Suck it and make… ohhh…”

  “Yes, Mmmiss Lindsammm,” she can’t even keep her mouth of me long enough to speak clearly. Her tongue batters my clit. Her pouting lips suck at my fat bud. I untuck my shirt and wriggle out of it. Her eyes widen as my tits, still cradled by my white bra, bounce out of the shirt.

  “Sugoiiii!” she exclaims. “Your breasts are so nice, Miss Lindsay!”

  She abandons her task and begins to fondle my breasts. She buries her face in my cleavage as her fingers squeeze me through my bra. My slick pussy pressed against her flat midsection.

  “Hey, stop that,” I say, pushing at her.

  “They’re so much bigger than mine,” she squeals with delight. Her fingers intrude into the cups of each bra and she pulls the lace beneath my fat pink nipples and areolas. “Ohhhh, your nipples are so big. Is this from a baby?”

  “Yes, well they did get bigger when I had my daughter, but that’s beside the point, young lady. You need to get back—“

  “Oh, does they still have milk if I suck on them?”

  Hitomi seeks to answer herself by latching onto one of my breasts. She looks at me intently as she flicks her tongue against my sensitive nipple and rhythmically sucks. The milk is long gone from my breasts, but her effort to extract some sends pulses of pleasure from nipple all the way to my throbbing clit. She finally pops her lips free, leaving my nipple glistening with her saliva and slightly red from the suction.

  “This one does not have milk. I will try this one!” She moves to my other breasts, squeezing it with both of her hand as if it might gush milk into her open mouth. She licks my nipple several times before she begins to nurse at my breast.

  “Ohhhhhh, Hitomi,” I moan and absent-mindedly begin to play with the wet nipple she has already sucked. Her hot mouth on my breast is driving me mad. Finally, I can no longer take it. I pull her head up from my breast and I kiss her and smash my tongue onto her mouth. Her slender body seems to melt into my arms and I wrap my shapely thighs around her hips.

  “Miss Lindsay,” she moans. “You are such a sexy lady. I think I lo—“

  I muffle her lips with another deep kiss before she can get the dreaded word out. My hands caress her hips down to her ass, squeezing and spreading her buttocks, fingertips teasing her crack. I pull her onto the loveseat beside me, leaning over the arm. Her little ass is raised and her glistening pussy is at my mercy.

  “I have to return the favor,” I say. “Since you were such an obedient girl.”

  My tongue and lips are as eager as Hitomi’s when she began licking me. I finger myself as I lap at her slit and inhale the fresh scent of her ass. Her clit is small and elusive, but I have practiced the technique and I find it and drive her wild. She bucks against my mouth, cry out her pleasure so loudly it echoes from the walls. I suck at the juices that flow from her sweet pussy and plunge three fingers into my own overheated fuckhole.

  “Mmmmmm,” I cry against her pussy.

  “I’m going to have an orgasm,” she cries. “It is an orgasm!”

  I stop fingering myself long enough to steady her ass with both hands so that I can accurately batter her clit with my tongue. I can taste her cum. It floods out from her slick folds and pours across my tongue. I swallow her and continue to lick. I let my tongue delve into her tight channel and taste more of her addicting nectar. Hitomi’s little pale bottom shudders with shocks of her pleasure.

  I strip off my bra and kick off my heeled shoes. I pull her into my arms once more and onto my lap and we spend a very long time kissing. The hard pebbles of her nipples tease against my plump breasts. She wiggles in my grasp and moans with lust as our bodies warm each other.

  “I need more of you,” I say, feeling the heat of her pussy against my lap.

  “Yes, this is true also for me, Miss Lindsay,” she whispers. “I want you to, how do you say it, do the six and nine?”

  “Sixty nine,” I laugh, stroking her hair from her face. “Yes, and I have my little toy I mean to try out on you. Come upstairs with me. My daughter won’t be home until tomorrow.”

  We leave our clothes scattered on the floor of the front room and run up the stairs. I don’t care about Elaine or Sofia. All I care about is Hitomi and exploring our bodies together. For most of the rest of the day and long into the night, until we are exhausted, we do exactly that. My lips are not there to stop her when she whispers into my ear.

  “I love you, Miss Lindsay.”

  The love of a teenager is a foolish thing. But it is something like madness for me to reply, “I love you too, Hitomi.”

  Caught

  “I do not want to go back with Elaine,”
says Hitomi.

  She walks two fingers over the slight plumpness of my belly and up to my large breasts, slowly rising and falling with my breath. My nipples are soft and puffy, but Hitomi begins to play with one and both nipples begin to stiffen.

  “What are you asking?” I say, still half-asleep.

  “I want to stay here with you, while I am in America. Could this happen?”

  No of course it can’t happen. Why would I take in a teenage Japanese girl? The answer is sprawled next to me in all her beauty, warm body against mine, fingers lightly plucking at one of my fat nipples.

  “Yes,” I say. “I’ll talk to Elaine… I’ll… figure out a way to make it happen.”

  “In bed with—“

  “No,” I say quickly. Not in here. You will have to sleep in the guest room.

  “But does this mean I can no longer be with you?”

  I give her a serious look, my lips tightening into a frown.

  “No,” I say. “It means you must pleasure me whenever I demand it.”

  “Ohhhhh,” she lifts her head in surprise.

  We both burst out laughing after a moment. She climbs atop me, her body as warm as I remember, as soft in all the nice places. I cradle her ass, but I turn away when she tries to kiss me.

  “No, I have morning breath,” I say. “Let me brush my teeth. Then I’ll kiss you.”

  I walk naked into the bathroom and brush with the door open. Hitomi lies on her side on the bed, watching me and playing with herself lazily. I turn, my lips foamy with toothpaste, the brush jammed nearly to my molars, and I give her a sexy wink. She bursts out laughing.

  “This is all my dreams, Miss Lindsay.”

  I spit and rinse and say, “Just Lindsay. Not Miss Lindsay, unless I’m wearing my hear up and threatening to spank you. Okay?”

  “O.K.” She says and makes a peace sign with her fingers.