Brooke Ch. 02

Beth took a few moments to regain her composure. When she caught her breath, the kiss she gave her daughter was very intimate. She began untying the silks, and gave her submissive a commanding look. Brooke lay next to Allison, smoothed the girl's hair and stroked her damp cheek. They shared soft kisses while Beth finished with the ties.

"One last thing, girls. Brooke, turn around so your hips are close to Allison's head. Good." Beth lay down with Brooke. Her hands grabbed the girl by the back of her head and Beth began licking her face. She pressed her trim hips to Brooke's full ones and used her legs to splay the heavy thighs apart. Soon, Brooke was enjoying Beth's stiffened member on her smooth pussy.

Allison could see between their legs. The flexing ass muscles and the limpid sounds of pussy lips was too much. She laid her head on one of Brooke's legs. Allison had a perfect view of her Mother screwing her best friend.

It felt like a trance, but Allison could not stop. She did not want to stop. She wanted to lean in and taste the women as they ground themselves together. Her tongue swiped across their joined sweetness. She tasted inside Brooke, slid out, and swirled around her Mother's huge clit. The contact made Beth's hips jerked forward into Brooke's, a sudden movement that let Allison lick the tight rosette.

"Oh, yeees!" Beth cried. In a flash, her daughter stiffened her tongue. It inched into Beth. Allison grasped her Mother's hips pressed her face tight into the cleft.

Beth attacked Brooke's mouth. Her nipples dug into the full breast and pierced rings of the girl's dark areolas. She fucked Brooke as the tongue played in her ass. When Beth ran her clit into Brooke's, the woman whimpered.

Beth's cum was broad, hard and long.

Brooke held onto her Mistress and kept thrusting. Her nipples tingled and her pussy clenched. She was about to ask for permission when the voice caught in her throat. Two of Allison's fingers shoved deep and punished her g spot. In that instant Brooke knew it was too late to do anything but join Beth in orgasmic joy.

It took several minutes for them to stop gasping and panting. Allison turned around and lay with them. Their heads were at the foot of the bed with the girls on either side of the woman.

Soft caresses went freely between them. They kissed as the mood struck them. Beth's hands played with the girls' bottoms. Occasionally her fingers tickled within the dark creases and they would sigh. At times, young fingertips traced a nipple or caressed parted labia. The delightful play in the afterglow soothed sore skin.

"What do we do next, Mistress?"

"Well, dear, I think we should all go shopping for some pretty under things. Then we'll come back here and fix a nice dinner. I want you two to keep up your strength, you know?"

"Then what, Mom?"

"Why, then we can have a fashion show. And maybe we can all make love again. How does that sound, girls?"

Brooke and Allison smiled at each other across the swell of Beth's breasts. "Sound's great, Mom!"

"There's so much else we can do, too."

"Like what?

"Yes, Ms. Beth. Tell us. Please."

"Well, no one's engaged in soixante-neuf, yet—"

"What?"

"Sixty-nine," Allison chirped.

"I'm glad you're keeping up with your French, darling." Beth smiled and her hands caressed the girls' hips. "Or a 'daisy chain'. And I'd like to have you two kissing while I got behind and thrust into your pussies."

"You'd switch between us one-at-a-time?" Allison asked to clarify.

"No, darling," Beth told her. "I'd use a double-dildo so I could take you both at the same time."

"Shit!" Brooke whispered in awe.

"God, I'm getting wet again, Mom!"

"Yes, Mistress, it all sounds fucking great!"

"Oh! Such language, dear. What will we do about that?" Beth asked in a playful tone.

"I'm sure we can think of something appropriate, Mom."

"Oh, yes. In fact, I can think of so many delicious things we could do together. Brooke, you had better plan on staying over for the entire weekend. Do I need to call your mother?"

"No, Mistress. I'll call her."

"Good, dear. Tell her I insist."

"Okay. Uh, I mean, 'yes, Ma'am'."

"Wonderful. So, whose hungry?"

"I could eat," Allison admitted. Her hand slipped past the trim red hair and found the slick smoothness she desired. "Or, I could eat." One of her slender fingers eased past Mother's labia and massaged the swollen inner walls. Beth moaned.

"What do you think, Brooke? Would you like some nice pasta, or do you prefer more sex?"

"It all sounds so yummy. Buuut," she hesitated.

"'But,' what, dear?"

"Well I am hungry. But first, well—" In a rush, Brooke continued, "First, could I be tied up again while you eat my pussy? Maybe Ali could sit on my face, or, or—I know—she could get behind you with a strap-on? Do you doggie while you eat me out?"

"Hmm, what do you think, Ali?"

"Yeah." She sounded a little puzzled. "But, I have a question."

"Yes, darling?"

"Well, I've been, um, kinda curious before, about, um—"

"You wonder where I hide my little playthings?"

"Yeah—"

"Because you've looked for them before."

Allison blushed. "Yeah."

"Well, I hid them in the box under the bed marked, 'taxes.' I only put them in the nightstand when I'm planning on having sex." Beth let that tidbit sink in for a few seconds.

"Oh, 'kay. Wait." Allison thought as two fingers slipped in and out of Beth. Brooke kissed Beth's shoulder.

"So, you were planning on having sex this afternoon?"

"Yes, darling. After Brooke's naughty voice mail—"

"What?"

"Mistress?"

"Oh, girls, I've known about you two being lovers for a while now. Brooke left a sexy message, but you were out. So I thought I'd take care of dear Brooke myself."

"But—but, did you think we'd . . . um, you-and-me, we'd—"

"Become lovers, too?"

"Um, yeah."

Beth chuckled. "Not necessarily. But, honestly, I thought it would be okay if it happened. And if not, I thought it might be fun to teach Brooke a lesson." Beth stroked Allison's bottom, and pinched Brooke's at the same time.

"But, girls, you have to admit that this was wonderful, wasn't it?"

"Yes, Mistress." Brooke's attitude was pragmatic. The product of so many stupendous orgasms made her quite malleable.

After a moment, Allison answered, "Yeah, I guess it was pretty amazing!"

"Good, dear." Beth gave her daughter's rosebud a delicate fingering.

"Oooh," Allison whimpered. She registered the fluid heat at her Mom's center. The brunette rubbed herself against Beth's leg, painting the flesh with a warm smear.

"So, more sex then? Brooke, dear, would that make you happy." Beth squeezed Brooke's rounded bottom for emphasis.

Brooke's full lips curved into a radiant bow. "It would make me very happy, Mistress. Especially if it pleases you. Would that please you, Ms. Beth?"

The redhead thought about the submissive on her back, tied at wrists and ankles. She thought about burying her face in the girl's ample pussy. She thought about being taken from behind while she licked Brooke. She thought about Allison's slow thrusts with a fat strap-on deep into Beth's core. She thought about all the wonderful orgasms to be provided by her two sex-slaves—who seemed nearly as insatiable as she.

Beth smiled.