Daughters - Susan Ch. 01

"Ohhh," I moaned, putting my hand on her bare shoulder. Sandy looked at me, her eyes loving me, as I loved her. "Sandy, I'm cumming,"" I cried, as the wave of ecstasy drowned me again. I think I had a death grip on her shoulder, I saw her wince as I came under her sweet fingers. She groaned, but stood still.

As I recovered from an incredible standing orgasm, I looked at Sandy. She smiled, caressed my cheek with her soft hand, and said, "Was it good?"

"No," I said. Sandy looked crestfallen.

"It was perfection," I finished. She smiled.

"Now, show me what you learned," she said.

I kissed her, my lips brushing hers, accepting the challenge. My left hand went to her bare bottom, much as she had. And as she had, I caressed and massaged her sweet, firm ass. But I wanted to delve deeper, to learn about her heat, and moisture, and tightness there. My other hand went to her mound, playing with her sweet, lovely mons.

My mouth went to her shoulder, softly caressing her there with my lips.

My fingers at her ass caressed her silky skin, as she had done to me, her cheeks sweetly and perfectly rounded, but smaller than mine, athletic and firm under my touch, heat radiating off her. My fingers stroked the curves of her roundness, as she sighed, tightening each cheek as my fingers tickled her. I slipped my fingers into the intersections of ass and thigh, tightly creased, damp with sweat, slickly warm.

My fingers slid below her ass momentarily, between her taut thighs, caressing the frank wetness of her pussy, then sliding back up to her ass, now between her hot, tightly held buttocks, seeking her dark, intimate opening, finding it trembling before my touch, anal ring pulsing tight, then slack, like an uncertain lover's smile. Sandy's sighs, louder now, giving me all permissions.

My index finger, wetted by her excited pussy below, slid into the tight, then slack, opening of her anus to the first knuckle. A quick intake of her breath, my finger delved deeper inside my new spouse, my honeymoon partner, my love.

A sharp cry signaled her pleasure, a tightening of her body on my finger, words with no literal meaning conveying depths of love, the student had matched the instructor. But the student wasn't finished.

With my finger warm and secure inside my new female (husband?) (wife?) my other hand stroked her prominent mound, primed for pleasure by her cum of moments before. Fingertips skating over smooth pubic flesh like a figure skater, blades carving turns on sensitive folds of flesh, Sandy moaned and looked at me with the light of desire in her eyes.

"I need you," she moaned, as my finger caressed her hot, swollen clitoris, a small but prominent pink, glistening pearl of pleasure, nestled in the red folds at the top of her slit. I pressed myself into her hip, my own wetness smearing on her side as my finger attended to the pleasure palace that was Sandy's clit, her hips moving of their own accord, as her body responded to my teasing.

"Unnh, it's so good," she sighed, as my finger slipped below her clit, to fuck into her slickly hot slit, and the finger in her ass duplicated the motion. I kissed her shoulder again, as I began finger fucking her ass and cunt at the same time, fingers stroking in and out of her female heat, her body torn by indecision, uncertain of which small cock to worship with response - finally giving up, and cumming noisily.

"Ohh god yes, yes, yessss, fuck me Susan, take me, I want to cum in your arms forever...ever... oh god, I love you love you love you..." her voice trailing off as her orgasm consumed her, and she fell completely into my arms. I stood there, showing my strength as I held her up, until her own strength and awareness returned.

She embraced me as I embraced her, finally bringing her face up to mine, her eyes seeking out mine. A mischievous gleam - "I'm afraid that you weren't paying attention. That's not how I made you cum, my sweet..."

"Keep me after class," I suggested. "Give me extra credit work."

Sandy became momentarily serious. "Susan, what's happening? I'm falling in love with you - that wasn't supposed to happen, it couldn't happen. And I think you-" She was afraid to say it.

"Yes," I said. "I love you, Sandy. I want to be with you. I want to be in you, and you in me. And where this came from....I don't know." I hesitated.

"I've never loved a woman...before. And now I never want to stop loving you. Is this how it is for other women?"

Sandy laughed. "No!" she said. "Not in my experience." She turned serious. "I've never seen a 'straight' woman, um, 'go gay' as quickly as you did - did you have fantasies about other women, before?'

"No, not at all," I said. "Not until this afternoon, anyway," I said.

"You never even thought about making love with another woman, but now you've cum several times with a woman, with me, AND you feel, um, strongly-"

"No, I LOVE you," I corrected her.

"Okay." She smiled, and squeezed my hand. "And now you love me - ignoring the fact that you have a husband in the other room - doesn't that seem, well, kind of abrupt?"

"Oh yeah," I said. "But it's a compulsion, I can't ignore it. My orgasms with you have opened my eyes incredibly wide. I never had more than a few orgasms with my husband, and never more than one at a time. With you, in the last few hours, I've already probably had six, and they've been incredibly intense, plus it didn't take nearly as much effort. Would YOU want to give that up to return to an unfulfilling marriage?"

"You'd leave your husband for me?" Sandy asked

"I'd leave my husband, to be your wife," I said shyly.

"Then....marry me, please," Sandy said.

"I already have, I think," I said.

Sandy laughed. "Then it must be time for some more honeymoon." I giggled. That sounded good to me.

"Good, now sit in that chair," Sandy said, pointing to the bedside chair. I sat, my legs spreading for my new spouse, as she knelt in front of me.

Sandy spread my thighs as far apart as the chair arms would allow, bringing her face to my pussy, softly kissing my puffy mound, my labia, my wet slit, and my swollen clit. Her lips were soft and warm, gently caressing and pressing me, teasing my sensitive places, sending soft streams of electricity through my loins.

Her tongue, rough and adept, attacked my delicate issues, stroking and scraping my wet labia up and down, tasting my wetness before plunging deep inside me, spreading my pussy with her tongue fucking. My ass slid forward, wanting more, my hands on the back of her head, pressing her face into my need.

"God, Sandy! Lick me, your tongue is so fucking good in me, on me, fuck!" Tension building inside me, anticipation of the sweet storm to come.

Her lips fastened over my clit, and squeezed. A thunderstorm of delight raged through my body, as nerve endings fired once, twice then collapsed, quivering, my entire body the sum of my thousands of orgasms under her touch. I shrieked with pleasure.

Faintly heard knocking on the door. "Hey, are you all alright, are you coming out soon?"

My mouth unable to speak...Sandy's mouth busy pleasing me. Neither of us caring about the questions asked...or the questioner.

Finally, though, Sandy responded. "Yes, Joe, we're just getting Susan ready. We'll be out in a few minutes," as she wiped my feminine cream off her mouth with the back of her hand, grinning at my dazed face.

"We should get ready and get out there," Sandy said, though she clearly didn't want that.

"No," I said. "First, I want to do THAT to YOU." I got up from the chair, my legs shaky after my thousand orgasms, and eagerly putting my hands on Sandy's slim hips, I had her sit in my place.

"Ooh, it's wet," she said, smiling, the spot where her pussy rested already quite moist from my body. I spread her legs, as she'd spread mine, but Sandy, more athletic than I, brought her thighs further to the side and up on the chair legs, as she moved her hips forward, her pussy incredibly available to me, delighting me.

I leaned forward, bringing my face to her fragrant, lovely pussy, kissing another woman's pussy for the first time, but certainly not the last, her slit so tiny under my mouth as I laved and licked her, a mother cat cleaning its young pussy. My tongue inspected and washed over every fold and opening and bump, again and again, Sandy's hips shaking, then rocking, finally thrusting as she, too, came explosively, a squirting of mystery fluid that shocked, then delighted me, her cries of pleasure as loud as mine, her vee warm and wet under my mouth, my face splattered with her wet passion.

I raised up to watch her face coming back from her far away pleasure dream, then aware of her surroundings, seeing me again, hugging me. "Oh god, Susan, that was amazing!"

No time then to lie in each other's arms, to meditate on the pleasures we'd brought to each other. Rather, an irritating duty to make my husband cum, then return to the arms of Sandy, my sweet love.

"We'd better wash up," Sandy said.

"No," I said. "I don't care what he sees or smells or thinks, and I want to keep your smell on me. We'll get him done quickly - it isn't difficult, then we can be together again."

Sandy, trusting my judgment. "Mm, okay," and squeezing my hand.

I dressed Sandy in her groom's trousseau, the black intimates from my strangely prescient friend Penny so mouth watering on her, showing off her body to perfection. Panties and camisole, I would gladly eat her alive, she looked so adorable.

Then Sandy dressed me, virginal white bridal bra, panties and stockings, Sandy's small cries of gladness. "Oh my god, Susan, you look so absolutely beautiful," she sighed. "I can't share you...I can't," she moaned, desperate.

"It's only once...and it'll be over quickly," I promise," I vowed to her. "Then we can be together again." She smiled bravely.

We unlocked the door. "Okay, we're ready," I announced, and Sandy and I marched out, like a bride and groom down the aisle heading for the honeymoon - though Joe seemed not to realize that the honeymoon had started without him.

Joe seemed barely awake, his eyes heavy lidded. Apparently the wine he had consumed - most of the two bottles - had hit him. When I looked at him, I felt badly about what had happened in the bedroom between Sandy and me, but then I looked at her, standing next to me, holding my hand, and my misgivings were washed away. The ecstasy I had felt with her, and my earlier fantasy of her that afternoon, far exceeded the sum of happiness I had felt with Joe over the last fifteen years.

Sandy took control of our fantasy scene for Joe. I appreciated it, because I could barely stand to look at him.

"Joe, honey," she said, in a mocking 'Southern belle' voice, "you need to lay back on the sofa, honey, so we two girls can attend to your needs." He roused himself, then slumped back on his back.

"Okay," he said. Sandy quickly unbuckled his belt, then pulled down his zipper, and pulled his pants off, his dick standing straight up. His dick looked as large as I'd ever seen it, a good six inches, the head of his dick purplish, his piss slit moist and a deep red inside. Usually when we''d been drinking, he could easily talk me into taking it in my mouth, but tonight I didn't feel that same temptation.

Sandy leaned down and kissed Joe's cheek. "Now, you just lay back and let your women take care of you, okay?" she said, in that annoying Southern accent, though he seemed to like it. She glanced at me as if to apologize.

"That'd be real nice," Joe replied, also in an affected Southern accent, and a little slurred, I guess his attempt to mimic her playfulness. ""You gals jes' go to town," he added, his eyelids a little heavy and droopy.

"How about we give him a nice handjob?" Sandy asked me, her hand already on the shaft of his cock. I shrugged, and she smiled. She leaned closer to me. "It won't take long," she said in a quiet voice. I joined my hand with hers on his cock, and we both jacked him off.

"I bet Joe'd like us to kiss while we're playing with his big dick," she said in a louder voice. We both leaned over him, and kissed again, giving him a nice view of our bodies in our lingerie, and our faces together. We kissed passionately - frankly, making me forget about the penis in my hand, and rubbed his cock for about five minutes, his dick oozing pre-cum on both our hands, then Sandy leaned down and kissed the head, running her tongue over his sensitive head.

He erupted in an impressive cum, his sperm jetting higher and more times, maybe five or six spurts, than I could ever remember seeing from him before. Out of sight of Joe, Sandy took her hand and wiped it on the sofa, then made a show as if she was licking the cum off her palm.

"Ohh, baby, your cum tastes SO good, it makes me want your big dick in my little pussy. Please, please, fuck me good, then fuck Susan....we want you to do us good..." again in that annoying Southern accent.

Joe waved at his still erect, but flagging cock. "Have at it ladies," he said with a drunken grin.

Sandy put her hands on my hips, slowly slipping my virginal white bridal panties off me, her sweet hands caressing my ass cheeks and pussy as she did. We eagerly kissed, and I heard Joe moan. Then she unhooked my bra, and I worked it off. She smiled at my breasts.

It was my turn to undress my sweet lover, so I knelt before Sandy and slowly slipped her sheer, black panties down, kissing her ass cheeks and pussy, briefly, when they slipped to the floor. Then I stood, and raised the camisole over her head, reveling at the sight of her beautiful breasts.

We embraced, and kissed again, then turned to Joe.

Sandy looked at Joe, lying on his back. "No, baby, you'll want to get up for this," Sandy said, getting on her hands and knees on the other end of the sofa, with her ass pointing right at Joe.

"Holy shit," he moaned, staring at her tight little ass hole, and her ripe, juicy peach below it. He nearly flew up in the air, then got on his knees behind her, and slid his dick inside her wet pussy. I giggled, I couldn't help it - it was funny. He began slamming into her right away, and I winced, but I knew that she was wet enough, as I'd definitely helped her with that, so he didn't tear anything inside her.

He fucked into her almost like a rabbit, pumping away, for a good five minutes, when Sandy began moaning as if she were cumming. "Oh oh ohhh god!! I'm cumming baby, I'm cumming...you're filling my tight little pussy with your giant cock and your delicious cum. OH GOD, FUCK ME, BABY WITH YOUR GIANT COCK!!"

Of course, I could see what she was doing, I just wasn't sure why.

But when she got up off the bed, wincing, and kissed me, she also whispered in my ear.

"Give him a show, make him work hard....and I'll see you afterward." I felt a hot tingle in my pussy. Now it all came clear to me. I kissed her cheek - smart girl!

I took her place on the sofa, now it was MY ass and pussy, literally in his face. He had NEVER seen me in quite such a vulgar position. As exciting as a strange pussy must be, seeing his wife as a slut might be even better."Oh Joe, I'm so jealous, you gave Sandy such a hard fucking! Won't you fuck your wife like that? You've turned me into such a slut..."

The next thing I knew, he had his hands gripping my hips, and pounding his nearly deflated cock at my hole. Fortunately, it wasn't hard enough to hurt when he missed, as he was doing more and more.

"Oh fuck me, Joe, your cock feels bigger than ever! You're such a fucking stud, I don't want any other cock inside me but yours!! Fuck my little hole!!" Accompanied by loud moans, I think it was surprisingly effective. Joe nearly fucked himself into unconsciousness on top of me, and finally collapsed. I rushed to reassure him by pretending to cum, as I felt him falling off me.

"Oh god, god, yes yes yessss, I'm CUMMING!" I nearly shouted, although he was already fading. I looked around, and he was slumped in fatigue at the end of the sofa.

Sandy and I quickly redressed. I felt dirty, having had Joe's cock inside me. I know Sandy felt the same.

"C'mon honey - Susan - let's get him in bed," Sandy said, and we coaxed him to walk between us to the bedroom, and he collapsed into our bed. He mumbled something, and Sandy just agreed with him - "yes, that's right, ohh it's so comfy, here you go, isn't that nice" - I was impressed. She had him under the covers and snoring away in less than a minute.

I stood at the end of the bed, unsure of what to do, and frankly, a little confused. Sandy came back to me, and put a hand on each of my arms, and looked into my eyes.

"How you doing, Susan?" she asked gently. Her hands felt nice on me.

I just shrugged, then said, "Fine, but....if that's what a threesome is all about, I'm glad it's over - maybe with another girl and you, though...." I grinned evilly at her.

Sandy smiled. "I have no idea if that's how you're supposed to do it with a man. I came here for you. From the first moment I saw you, I knew what I wanted. And, um, what I want doesn't have a cock and balls." Then she kissed me, pressing her pretty body against mine, and I felt my arms go around her neck, and let myself drown in her kiss.

I was acutely aware of the softness of her breasts against mine, and how hard her nipples were, pressing through the fabric of the black camisole. The fingers of my right hand found her hair, and raked through her pixie cut, her hair glossy and thick. I heard myself moaning into Sandy's mouth, and felt her grinding her hips into mine. Joe was rapidly fading in my rearview mirror.

Sandy's right hand was caressing my lower stomach, searching for my pussy. I brought my left hand down, too, curious and excited to feel her mound. My hand slipped inside her panties, my middle finger, index finger and thumb found her labia, and traced her lips, wet and slick, my middle finger sinking into the heat of her slit, when she grabbed my wrist.

"Can we clean up, preferably in a tub?" she hissed into my ear. "I want to get the smell of a man off me...and off you." Her antagonism towards Joe, and I guess men in general, excited me. I felt my pussy throb as I pulled her toward our main bathroom, with its double sized tub. I was acutely aware of the feel of her hand in mine. She followed along submissively.

I was a little surprised myself at my continuing enthusiasm for her, but the sexual heat that had overcome me when I had been alone and fantasizing, and then with her in the bedroom, had returned, and all I could think of was exploring what two women in love would do together. I pulled her into the bathroom, closed the door, and pinned her there, her ass against the solid wooden door, my body pressed into hers, our lips joined again in blissful ecstasy, our female bodies grinding together.

We kissed for what I hope would be forever, but I think was really only about five minutes. The memory of her sweet, hot lips on mine was burned into my brain, and I knew I wanted more of

that, whatever the cost. There was no thought of a husband, at all. Finally, we broke our kiss, and Sandy gasped.

"God, I want you SO much, always!"

I was really at sea, when I actually thought about it, as to why I had turned into such a raging lesbian, at least with Sandy, but fucking seemed more important at that moment than thinking. I vaguely hoped that my fire could somehow be extinguished, that I would cum in her arms, our bodies writhing in ecstasy, woman on woman - or else I was going to have a problem - but at the time, sex with another female was far more appealing to me than anything else I could imagine.

"How about a nice hot bubble bath?" I asked, enjoying having Sandy back on her heels, and pressed against me.

"Oh please, yes," she moaned. "Two women, hot for each other, and luxuriating in a romantic bubble bath. What could be better?"