Tom James: Juicy hot daughter

Arms wrapped around each other, the two lay down full-length on the rug, their legs pressing against each other's crotches.

"Umm, Fran, touch me," Julie panted.

Fran ran her hands over the teen-ager's slim body and between her thighs, spreading them apart. Her fingers tugged at Julie's underpants and the girl lifted her hips, feeling the material being pulled off her.

Lying on her back, her legs spread open, Julie lifted her head and looked at Fran kneeling by her feet.

"Julie, I'm going to do something you'll like very much, but don't yell, all right?"

Julie nodded and then blinked with surprise. She expected Fran to lie on top of her, pressing her knee against her crotch, but instead Fran bent down and began kissing Julie's leg, her hands stroking the sensitive inner flesh of the teen-ager's thighs.

"Fran? Wha… ohhhh, oh, that's…" Julie gasped as Fran continued kissing her legs, higher and higher until her cheek brushed against the girl's crotch.

"Wha-what are you gonna do?" Julie asked in a small voice.

Fran didn't say a word, but lowered her head between Julie's legs. Julie whined as she felt the older woman's fingers on her pussy lips.

"Ohhhh!!" Julie gasped and arched her back, grabbing at Fran's head.

Fran dipped her tongue into Julie's cunt again, and the teen-ager writhed against her, panting and whining faster and faster as her lust built up inside her. Julie's body was trembling and shaking, her hands moving from Fran's head to the aching cones of her small breasts.

"Ohhhhh!" Julie shuddered. Fran tasted a fresh burst of pussy juice from the girl's throbbing cunt.

"Did you like that, Julie?"

Julie gulped and nodded, too exhausted to move. She could feel the air on her pussy, and she knew she should cover herself, but just lying quietly, feeling her body quivering, was all the girl could do.

Fran slipped out of her shorts and panties and knelt beside Julie's head. She lifted the teen-ager's head toward her crotch and Julie got the message.

Supporting herself on one elbow, Julie watched Fran pull the shaved lips of her cunt open to expose her clit.

"Lick me, too, Julie. Be nice to me, and I'll do all sorts of nice things to you, honey," Fran panted.

Julie saw how wet Fran's pussy was, and she realized Fran was excited, too. She leaned forward, Fran's hand on the back of her head, and ran her tongue up and down the hot, pink flesh of Fran's cunt.

"Ahhhh!!" Fran's body twisted frantically and her fingers dug into Julie's scalp.

Julie felt Fran's body shuddering but she kept on licking, entranced by the wonderful musky taste of the blonde woman's pussy.

"Ohhh, Julie!!" Fran sank to the floor, her thighs spread apart. She pulled one breast out of her halter, twisting the hot, rubbery nipple between her fingers.

Julie knelt between Fran's thighs and continued her licking and sucking, each movement of her mouth making the woman whine and scream softly with pleasure.

They were both too busy enjoying themselves to notice Paul, his camera busy, standing in the doorway.

"Ohhh, that was great, honey! You've got a wonderful mouth! Have you done it before?" Fran smiled at Julie.

"No, never."

"Well, Paul! What the hell are you, ohh, you dumb shit! What the hell did you come back for?"

Fran looked at Paul with disgust, but Julie's face was a mask of terror. She had been photographed doing something she shouldn't have, and the idea of her parents' reaction terrified her.

"Now look what you've done!" Fran spat at Paul. She wrapped her arms around the sobbing teen-ager and held her close.

"It's all right, Julie, really it is. I'll make sure he destroys the film. I promise I will."

Julie didn't hear Fran's words of encouragement, she was sobbing bitterly, her face between Fran's breasts.

"Hey, I'm sorry," Paul apologized. He set the camera down and crouched by Fran, she gestured and he retired to the chair.

"What if my folks find out?" Julie shook her head and a fresh outburst of tears dampened Fran's halter.

"They won't!" Fran soothed her. "You're not going to tell them, we're not going to tell them, and I'll make sure Paul destroys the film. Or better yet, I'll do it right now. Give me the camera, Paul."

With a sigh, Paul handed her the camera and watched as Fran opened it. There was a momentary pause and then Fran began laughing.

"It's all right, Julie. Idiot here forgot to put any film in the camera!"

Julie crawled over to Fran and looked at the open camera. She could see herself that there was no film in it, and an enormous weight suddenly fell off her shoulders.

"Wow, that's great!" Julie hugged Fran. Paul took the camera back from Fran and closed it up. Fran, a smile on her face, crawled over and leaned on his knees.

"You really are a perverse son of a bitch, you know that?" she said affectionately.

"NO more than you," Paul replied. "Seducing young maidens."

Fran turned and looked at Julie, who smiled at both of them.

"I didn't mind all that much," she said shyly, and then joined in their laughter.

"I noticed," Fran said dryly. She undid her halter and tossed it onto the chair, letting her breasts swing naked, the nipples thick and rubbery.

Julie looked at the naked woman, and her stomach began fluttering again. She desperately wanted to be naked, with Fran's head between her legs, eating and sucking her hot little pussy, but there wasn't any time.

"I've got to go home now," Julie pulled on her panties and stood up, brushing her skirt down.

"Well," Fran stood up and hugged her. "Now that you know where we live, don't be a stranger. Okay?"

"Uh-huh." Julie hugged Fran and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek. She picked up her school books and smiled uncertainly at Paul. Looking at him, all she could remember was the photograph, with his big, thick cock pointed at Fran's gaping cunt.

That night, Julie settled down with her homework, but couldn't concentrate. She was acutely aware of her body in ways she had never even realized. She knew she had breasts, but now she could feel them all the time, her nipples soft and flat against the tips, or slightly firm and touching the material of her soft bra.

And her crotch! Julie crossed her legs and jumped at the sensation. It was almost as though Diane, or Shirley, or Fran had her hand there.

She wiggled her ass slightly and sighed. Feeling sexy and having homework to do just didn't match up, and the homework was losing out fast.

"How's it coming, honey?" Her mother, a cup of coffee in her hand, came in and looked over her daughter's shoulder.

"Not too good," Julie sighed. "I just can't concentrate."

"Oh? What's the problem?" Marjorie sat down on the bed and took a sip of coffee.

"It's stupid, really stupid, Mom. I mean, no matter what I do, I keep thinking about one thing!"

"Sex." Marjorie didn't ask a question, she made a statement, and Julie nodded agreement.

"Honey, you're starting to grow up, and you're bumping into a problem you'll have for the rest of your life. You'll be doing something perfectly ordinary and all of a sudden – bingo! You're thinking about sex. Sex with a boy, playing with yourself, kissing a girlfriend and getting all hot and bothered by it. Anything and everything."

Julie nodded agreement. She shut her school book and asked, "What do I do?"

Marjorie smiled and looked at her daughter, "Well, when I was your age, I masturbated about four or five times a week. When I was in high school, sometimes I'd do it two or three times a day. It didn't take care of everything, but it helped an awful lot. I know I yelled at you last night, honey, but if you feel itchy-scratch that itch!"

Marjorie got up and gave her daughter a hug.

"Scratch that itch, honey," she whispered.