Benjamin Royce - The spying stepdaughter

The touch caused Candy to moan louder, and that caused Cheri to flood her mouth with more cunt-juice. Her entire body grew rigid as the hungry mouth and busy tongue continued working on her cunt. She could feel Candy's throat working as she swallowed the fuck-juices Cheri's overcharged cunt was gushing.

"Damn, you taste so damn good!" Candy smiled up at her, the entire bottom of her face wet. "I just wish we had time for you to make me feel just as good!"

"The hell with it!" Cheri's mouth was watering for a taste of Candy's pretty pussy. "Let's make time!"

"No," Candy said. "If we don't get on out there, not only will we not make any money, but Jerri may fire us. But nothing says we can't get together after work."

For the next three hours, Cheri spent more time thinking about what would happen after work than she did about what she was supposed to be doing. It must have worked to her advantage, though, because she wound up making nearly two hundred dollars. Jerri was even pleased enough with her performance to say something – she had been warned that Jerri seldom said anything good. "You did great, Cheri. Keep this up and you'll be my star attraction. I was worried at first that you were just going to be another pretty face, but you really came through."

And that made Cheri feel almost as good as Candy had made her feel in the dressing room.

"Well, hello," Jerri said. "I thought we'd never see you again after you got married."

"I'd rather not even think about that." Cheri had tried to push all memory of her disastrous marriage from her mind. "It was, just like you said, the worst mistake I could ever make."

Jerri smiled. "You about ready to come back where the action is?"

"No," Cheri said. "Just thought I'd stop by and see if any of the old crowd…"

"Cheri!" The high, girlish voice drowned out even the pulsating music. "Get up here with me!"

Cheri felt a strong urge to crawl under the table.

"Shut up, Michelle," she whispered.

Michelle smiled and continued her dance, but Cheri knew she had already done what she intended – calling attention to her from every man in the place.

While thinking about Candy earlier, Cheri had started thinking about the very first time she had gotten turned on by a woman.

Cheri hadn't even been living at home by then, but came back to attend Reesa's graduation. Her mother had asked her to stay the weekend with them, and Reesa had begged. Since Bill was no longer living there, Cheri had no trouble in agreeing. It was that weekend she learned what her bitch her mother had become, and it was then she learned that sexual enjoyment wasn't confined to just finding the right man.

Cheri had gone to bed early, both because she was tired and because she knew that if she listened to her mother gripe one minute more, it would mean a fight. She had been having a very nice dream about some guy she saw at the graduation, and it didn't even penetrate at first when she felt a gentle finger spreading the lips of her cunt apart. She was already wet from her dream, and the finger slid inside easily. It was when she noticed that the wiggling digit was concentrating more on her clit than on deep penetration that Cheri began to come awake.

Waking slowly, Cheri couldn't seem to stop her hips from moving, pushing her pussy harder and harder against the soft hand. Her slightly parted lips allowed her wet tongue to dart out, wanting to slip across her dry lips, but something soft, warm and wet captured it before it could return to its haven. The lips which pressed against her own, as another tongue dueled with hers between them, were soft and demanding. That's when Cheri knew whose lips they were.

"Reesa!" She tried to pull away. But Cheri didn't really want to pull away once the initial shock wore off. "What're you doing?"

"Having fun," the blonde said. "Don't you like it?"

The wiggling finger accompanying the words made Cheri moan. "Oh yes, I like it! But it's not right!"

Reesa, pushing her lips again down on her sister's, only moaned. Cheri gave herself up to the pleasure then and returned the kiss, her breath almost whistling in and out through her nose. The finger in her cunt was bringing her so swiftly toward orgasm that she felt as if she were on an express elevator.

"Please!" she gasped, tearing her lips free long enough to breathe. "Not so fast!"

At her words, the finger withdrew from her cunt, leaving a void there which seemed a mile wide. The rush of cold air, the sudden disappearance of pleasure, and the feeling of falling caused Cheri to push her hips up and rub her hot pussy-lips together.

"Damn, damn, damn!" she moaned, wanting Reesa's finger back in her cunt.

The bed creaked as Reesa moved.

"No!" Cheri moaned, thinking her sister was leaving her side. "I want…"

Then she felt long blonde hair brushing her thighs, firm hands on her hips and tits almost as big as her own tickling her knees.

"Cheri," Reesa said in a soft voice, "let me love you."

Though something in her revolted against what she thought was about to happen, Cheri's hot cunt itched and ached so much for Reesa's touch that she felt her legs open as if they were spring loaded.

The feel of soft breath tickling her cunt-hair almost drove Cheri to the point of no return, but she still felt enough reservations about what was happening that it held her in check. Then she felt soft lips pressing against her cunt, brushing gently on her pussy-lips, and her fuck juices began gushing again. The first time the tongue darted out to lick the entire length of her cunt-slit, Cheri almost screamed.

She caught herself just in time, remembering that their mother was in the next room. But the low moan which forced its way out sounded incredibly loud in her cars. Reesa's answering moan sent vibrations through her crotch. Then she felt her wet tongue wiggling its way inside and she knew she would scream if she didn't do something.

"Oh, God, yes!" Cheri gasped. "Oh, shit, now!"

Though Cheri quickly came to enjoy spending time with her sister, she just couldn't seem to bring herself to return the favor. At least, not in the same way. But she could help Reesa to get off in other ways, even came to enjoy doing it, but there was just something about pressing her lips against her sister's cunt that actually turned her off. It wasn't until she met Michelle that she finally discovered the joys of lesbian love and satisfaction.

It probably never would have come about if she hadn't found herself without a man at one particularly low point in her young life.

"I don't know if I can stand dancing tonight," Cheri said, trying to keep the utter despair she felt from her voice. "It always excites me, and after last night, I'm not sure I can stand having that feeling."

"What happened?" Michelle asked.

"I'd really rather not talk about it."

"Come on, now." Michelle's laughter was far from sympathetic, almost deriding. "You wouldn't even have mentioned it if you didn't want to talk about it. But, I'm not going to beg…"

"All right. It all started out well. It was the first time Randy and I had seen each other since the divorce. It felt like the old magic was there, and Randy even seemed his old wonderful self. And it did go well, until later."

Randy had called to make arrangements for them to meet and talk about some things.

"I don't really think so," Cheri said. "I just don't see any sense in raking over old coals…"

"Come on, Cheri, you know you can trust me!"

"It's not that, Randy."

But she had finally given in. Remembering how marvelous it always was with him, she couldn't help thinking about how the talking could lead to bed. And it had.

And it was great. Even the feel of his soft skin, the smooth, easy way he stroked her naked body, the fires just his touch built inside her, everything worked to erase the anguish of their fights from her mind.