Pierre le Valle - Yes, My Darling Daughter!

Rose lay with her arms above her head, abandoning her breasts to us. I waited until Stella bent her head and her mouth closed over Rose's left nipple; watched Rose's body react, then pressed my mouth to her right breast. I sucked gently and instantly felt the warm nipple stiffen and lengthen between my lips.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw Stella's cheeks hollowing as she sucked strongly, felt Rose jerk as I, too, put on a stronger suction. One of my hands rested on Rose's shoulder, the other on her bare stomach. I found the faint odour of her body, mixed with her perfume strangely exciting; I suddenly realised my palm was stroking the smooth tummy as my mouth nuzzled at her breast. Stella concentrated solely on the breast, holding it with both hands as she sucked.

Rose started panting, her arms going about our shoulders, pressing our faces more tightly to her breasts. Her nipple felt big and hot between my lips.

“Oh, darlings-it feels wonderful,” she moaned, “but you shouldn't be doing this to me. Oooh! Gorgeous! I've never had two women do this to me at the same time. It-it could almost g-give me an orgasm. Youyou'd better stop now…”

“You just relax, sweetheart,” Stella whispered.

I felt Stella's hand glide over mine where it rested on Rose's now quivering tummy. I looked down quickly and saw Stella's hand disappear beneath Rose's skirt. A second later, Rose jerked sharply with a gasp.

“Will you mind if I help her out. Rita?”

I shook my head, taking the elongated nipple into my mouth again.

“Well you keep kissing and I'll get her pants off. Got any more zips on this dress, Rose?”

“One-at the hip.” Rose turned a little to let her get to it.

I moved round a little so that I could see what was going on at Rose's nether regions. Stella had the zip unfastened and was tugging the dress down. Rose wriggling her hips to help. She got it down and we saw a terribly strained pair of panties stretched across broad hips. Stella undid the suspenders and then began the task of getting the panties down. She finally made it. Rose lifting her bottom off the bed. As soon as Stella had the panties off, I saw the strong thighs spread wide, the thick bush of auburn hairs lifting as Stella's head sank between her legs.

Rose gave a loud groan and clutched me to her as Stella's mouth closed over her sex. Stella looked up just once before getting down to business.

“This poor cunt of yours is as randy as hell, darling!”

Then, as Stella began to suck her below, I sucked one breast, taking the other nipple in my fingers to make up for Stella's mouth. Rose moaned again, her head tossing as we worked on her. Her hand felt at my chest as I bent above her; squeezed one of my breasts, fondled it. My heart was thundering with excitement as I tremblingly undid a couple of buttons at the top of my dress and took hold of her hand, to guide it inside.

Her fingers slipped inside my bra and I felt my own nipple begin a stiffen rapidly as she played with it. I saw the thighs close about Stella's head, the hips begin to move jerkily; the fingers playing with my nipple pinched until it was almost a pain. I slipped my free arm under her back and held her tightly, sucking like mad on her breast, ignoring the pain as she pinched cruelly on my nipple, her body jerking and shaking in the grip of an orgasm.

“Oooh, you darlings-that was wonderful!” Rose got shakily to her feet, still bare except for her suspender-belt and drooping stockings, her big breasts swaying, nipples red and swollen.

Stella licked her sticky lips and grinned.

“'Glad to help out. Hope we don't have your Dorothy after our blood, though.”

“That is one little secret I shall keep to myself. I- er-I couldn't do anything for either or both of you in return, could I?”

“You could very easily and wonderfully. Rose, but we'll be getting along now. It's an hour and a half's drive and Rita must keep in Phil's good books if she wants to get away for the week-end.”

“Maybe another time, then.”

“That is very likely, darling.” Stella hugged her, kissed her mouth. “Aren't you going to dress?”

“No-I want to make an early start in the morning. I shall have a bath and get to bed early.” She walked towards the door with us. “For obvious reasons, I shan't see you out. Let me kiss you both here.”

Stella kissed her lingeringly, then bent and planted a quick kiss on each jutting breast. Rose turned to me, then, and I clasped the firm naked body in my arms. Her mouth was soft and warm and open; I opened my own mouth to meet her, felt her tongue probe gently, touched it briefly with my own; our mouths sucked, then parted.

“Don't forget her titties!” prompted Stella.

Rose thrust out her breasts invitingly and I bent and kissed each nipple. We went to the door, then I had to wait while Stella darted back; I heard them whispering for a while, then Stella joined me again and we let ourselves out.

On the way home in the car, I tried to find out what she had gone back for, but she shook her head.

“Sorry, can't say-nothing for you to get jealous about, though. I promise.”

So I had to be content with that.

“Gosh, I'm as randy as blazes!” gasped Stella.

“Me, too,” I answered. “It's hardly surprising, is it? After the show we saw this afternoon and what we did for Rose. Incidentally-she's nice, isn't she?”

“Rose? She's a dish!”

“How did you come to split up?”

“Oh, just one of those things-we drifted. We shall always be the best of friends, though-even to helping each other out, as we did today.”

As we got very near to home, Stella slowed the car right down.

“Are you feeling as sexy as I am?” she asked quietly. “I want you so badly it hurts!”

“Me, too, darling. What can we do?”

“It's nine o'clock-what time do you think you should be home?”

“Well, Phil knows that buying a coat and having lunch in town shouldn't take all day-even if it is an hour and a half's journey each way. I really ought to go in.”

“Well, here we are.” Stella turned the car into our road and we rolled to a stop outside her house. She turned and looked at me, squeezed my thigh.

“Oh, hell, darling-I can't even kiss you goodnight in the car; somebody would be bound to come along at the crucial moment. How about a quick drink-just one, huh?”

“I suppose ten minutes or so won't make all that much difference; can't be much longer, though.”

“Go and open the gate for me and I'll drive straight in, then.”

I was pleased about that-if Phil happened to look out, he wouldn't see the car and have any more food for thought than he had already.

Stella opened the front door and stood back.

“In you go, my sweet.”

I walked in in front of her and switched on the hall light, then heard a peal of laughter behind me. I looked back at her.

“What is it?”

“You, darling! Your dress!” She was pointing at my bottom. “Right where you little fanny must have been resting on the seat of the car.”

I twisted and pulled my skirt round. There was a dark damp patch on the white material just where she said.

“You poor old thing-we really must do something about it!”

“Yes-sponge it and dry it in case Phil sees it and suspects the worst! How about you?”

Stella turned her back to me; the material of her dress was a little thicker than mine and a dark blue in colour, so didn't show anything. When I touched her just below the bulge of her buttocks, however, there was the telltale sticky dampness of desire soaking through the cloth.

“At least as bad as mine, Stella.”

“Well, you get that dress off while I pour a couple of drinks. Switch on the electric fire.”