Lesbian Land - Future Days, Chapter 6

by Gladys Stoatpamphlet

NOTE: These stories are based on the original "Lesbian Land" series by GingerGin, aka Ginger Winters. I tried to contact her but was unsuccessful. I loved her stories and wanted more so I decided I would write the ones I wanted to see. Hopefully this won't make her angry.

DISCLAIMER: These are perverse stories of woman on woman, woman on girl, and girl on girl sexual activities. I will be violating taboos freely. If stories of lesbian incest, fetish sex, and under aged girls getting nasty are not your thing then close the file, shut down the browser and step away from the computer/hardcopy. DON'T READ WHAT MAKES YOU UNCOMFORTABLE.

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Chapter 06 - Discovery

"Are you certain of this?"

"Yes, My Queen," came the muffled response.

Queen Asheelia was holding an unrolled scroll in her hands. An animation in the upper left corner showed her a graph tracking fluctuations in the levels of hormones and neurotransmitters, numbers updating constantly on the right side of the page displayed a probability matrix based of biochemical changes, and the text in the center of the scroll was written in highly technical language. It was a tremendous amount of data in such a tiny space and all of it was describing a girl, a subject in whom the Queen had considerable interest. The electronic paper scrolls could display almost anything in 2D with exceptional resolution and were used for a variety of purposes in the Lesbian City. To her credit the Queen actually understood most of what this scroll contained.

She leaned back on her throne with a thoughtful look and absently stroked one nipple. Her heavy breasts were held in an abbreviated crimson corset that left them mostly exposed, cupping them from underneath. The corset was short below also, ending just above Asheelia's navel. Today she wore thigh-high red leather boots with four inch heels and had her dark hair done up in braids, one on each side of her head. Each braid incorporated a bright red set of love beads. Her lipstick was a bright, whorish red and blush made pink circles on each cheek of her face. All in all she looked like some sort of perverted marionette that had broken free of its strings. But that's what happened when she allowed her daughter to dress her.

"Fania," the Queen sighed. "I do need to actually talk to her you know."

"Oh, but Mummy, she looks better like this." Fania grinned like a demon at her mother and Asheelia felt her pussy clench in need. She had never been able to resist the advances of her child. The princess was in the demi-throne that was placed at the foot of the dais of the Queen's throne. Fania had also done her hair up in braids today, but she had wound the braids atop her head like a laurel wreath or a crown. With her snow white hair done up in such an elegant fashion the girl looked incredibly regal. Pinned in her hair was a small, jeweled tiara with an attached train of gauze like a bridal veil. The veil was extra long and was wrapped around Fania's golden-bronze body. It did not cover her face in any way, simply spilled down over the back of her neck then down under her left arm where it then proceeded to encircle her athletic fifteen year-old body in loose spirals. It was her only clothing. It was also soaking wet. When Fania had first put it on this morning it had not been so, but the princess had started her morning with a golden shower from three six year-old little girls, and had followed that with a squirt bath from her favorite SuperSquirter in her mother's harem. Now the gauze clung transparently to her mouth-watering curves. One breast was covered, the nipple dark and pointed and clearly visible underneath the wet fabric. Her other breast she left exposed and, like her mother, she was gently pinching the swollen nubbin. Aside from her semi-covering she was wearing a pair of six-inch glass high-heels. The heels of her shoes were made of unbreakable glass and were perfectly shaped for fucking girls, which was of course their intended purpose. They were not really intended to pin a little girl's head to the floor but, as Fania was now demonstrating, they served that purpose more than adequately.

The girl under Fania's heel was to all appearances no more than eleven years old. Her skin was a warm honey-brown, owing to the mostly African roots of her genome, but the lighter brown of her hair, which possessed only a slight curl and spilled on the floor next to her, proved that her race was mixed. In truth, mixed was not the right word. Assembled was more appropriate. The child appeared quite content under Fania's heel and with her eyes closed in bliss she adoringly licked and sucked the princesses' glass heel. Aside from the small purple collar around her neck the little girl was completely naked.

"It's not a question of how she looks my sweet, it is rather more of a question of what I need to discuss with her. Now please let her up." As she said this Asheelia turned slightly so that the very small patch of hair on her mons was more visible to her daughter, the small patch that grew in the shape of a seven-pointed crown, the symbol of the Queen of the Lesbian City.

Fania got the hint. With a small pout of disappointment she lifted her foot from the little girl's head. The little brown girl kept her mouth fastened to the glass heel dildo so that Fania was forced to place her other heel on the child's chest and push in order to free her heel from the suctioning mouth. The girl's eyes opened and she looked dejectedly at the princess in disappointment. Her eyes were a shocking gray, the same color as the ocean in winter, entirely out of place in her brown face.

The intelligence in those gray eyes was out of place in anything human.

"How is it possible Cameo?" the Queen asked. "This girl's levels of the factor are unheard of, beyond anything the models predicted."

"Variation within the species my Queen," Cameo replied evenly. Several of the girls in the throne room shifted uncomfortably at the detached, inflectionless sound of Cameo's voice. Only Fania and the Queen were at ease in the presence of the mentat girl.

"You mean it's natural?" Asheelia asked in disbelief.

"That word lacks any meaning in this city my Queen. The girl has not been directly modified in any way, but like every girl who is born and raised here she has been subjected to a sea of biochemical influences. The hormone control, the constant stimulus of aphrodisiacs, the proteins that influence the development of her nervous system to enhance the pleasure centers of the brain, and of course an endless diet of female ejaculate, all of these are environmental influences that could promote her development of the factor."

"But every girl in the city is subjected to that too," Fania interjected. "What's different for this girl?"

Cameo responded, "There are several immediate influences to consider. First, this girl is the daughter of our original subject. Obviously there is a genetic predisposition."

Asheelia shook her head. "She's a clone. Her genome is the same, but her factor levels are greater by orders of magnitude."

Cameo nodded. "That is true my Queen, however the original subject's mother was an immigrant. That is not the case with the new subject. She has been gulping down every droplet she can get from her mother's flowing cunt with admirable greed since she was born. That is an environmental influence that her mother lacked."

Most of the women in the throne room had no idea what the non-child was talking about. A few of them were visitors, women of status in the city, but most were members of the Queen's harem; women and girls whose sole purpose in life was the sharing of pleasure. Each and every one of them adored Queen Asheelia. That she could understand the mentat girl only increased their admiration of her. Many of the girls looked upon the Queen with a pride resembling worship. But all of them, visitor and harem girl alike, became suddenly attentive when Fania spun in her seat to lock eyes with her mother. They all heard the sudden change in their Queen's voice, an edge of impossible hope.

"Are you telling me that the factor is self-reinforcing?" Asheelia asked breathlessly.

Again the little brown not-girl nodded. "That is the consensus of the Mind," she said simply.

"Mother ..." Fania began. Several of the harem girls looked almost alarmed at the sound of indescribable longing in the princess' voice. But Asheelia held out a hand to forestall her daughter's question.

"Did ... Why was the daughter not monitored before now?" Asheelia asked. Her whole body was tense with excitement.

"She was my Queen," Cameo replied. "The levels you see are from a recent sampling. If you scroll back you will see her previous measurements. The change is quite dramatic."

Asheelia's hand flickered across the scroll she held and the electronic paper re-drew the page. It now showed a historical graph of changes. The sudden spike on the right hand side made Asheelia gasp. "Life's River," she blasphemed softly. A few of the more devout girls clutched their pussies at the Queen's profanity. "Is this because she's approaching puberty?"

"Uncertain," Cameo answered. "The onset of puberty is rather flexible in this city." She glanced over to where a ten year-old girl was slowly rocking back and forth on her mother's fingers. The girl had C-cup breasts. "But it is certainly a possibility."

"Bring her in," Asheelia said. "We need to talk to this girl. If all of this is true," she said waving the scroll about, "then we will be asking much of her."

Fania chuckled. "I doubt she'll mind," she said with a wicked grin. "We'll certainly make sure she is compensated for her time."

"Nonetheless she must be prepared for what we will ask. See to it Cameo. Have the girl brought to the palace."

Cameo turned and bent low at the waist. Reaching back with both hands she spread her ass wide, offering all of her most tender places submissively to her Queen. With her head upside down she looked between her legs and said, "Your Will My Queen. Arrangements have already begun."

Asheelia touched her royal pussy and then her tongue, indicating that Cameo's vow had been accepted. Fania turned to her once again and asked, "Can I have her now?"

The Queen nodded. "So long as you do not distract her from her duties, yes."

Fania leapt from her seat and seized a slender sprig of willow from the toy box next to her chair. Two strides took her within striking range of Cameo and without an instant's hesitation she lashed the tiny not-girl's ass with the rigid little whip. Cameo gasped in pleasure and pain. She released her ass cheeks and placed both palms on the floor as her feet rose up on tip toe to present herself better for punishment.

"Not here Fania. Take your sister mutant to somewhere more suitable for torture." Asheelia's eyes were heavy with growing lust. "I want nothing but the sounds of bliss about me now."

"Certainly Mother," the princess said. She stepped up and grabbed a fistful of Cameo's hair and yanked the little pet upright. "Meira! Arwen! Attend your Mistress!" Fania shouted.

A woman and a girl immediately stepped out of the encircling crowd and rushed to the side of the princess. One was tall, nearly six feet, and impressively muscled. She was also nearly hairless. Even her head was shaved except for a thin crest of black hair worn in a Mohawk that spilled down over the right side of her face. Her breasts were large, swollen D-cups, each with a large steel ring through the nipple. Six more rings adorned the enlarged lips of her pussy, three for each labia. Her only article of clothing, aside from her collar, was a belt to which numerous sex toys were attached. Additionally her body was decorated with a scattering of tattoos. On her forehead was the word "CUNT", inked into her skin in large block letters. Other words were written across her taught abdomen, words such as "slut", "bitchtoy", and "fuckhole" to name just a few. But her largest tattoo covered half her back and was not a word at all. From the nape of her neck to the middle of her back there was an incredibly detailed and vividly colored portrait of a wet, open, vagina. It was enacted with surpassing skill and attention to detail such that it could almost be mistaken for a photograph. This was Meira, Princess Fania's toy. She had been a gift from her mother the Queen, given to her on her 13th birthday.

The girl, Arwen, was a slender fourteen year-old, just a year younger than Fania herself. Her skin, a dusky tan due to her descent from a blend of Mediterranean peoples, was flawless and smooth. Her light brown hair was bound into thin corn rows, decorated with beads, and was so long it tickled the backs of her knees when she walked. Her small poochy pussy was hairless, her adolescent tits small and upturned, and her young bottom springy and full. But for all her loveliness the princess most valued the girl's wicked imagination. She looked like a tender doe but had the mind of a succubus. She walked right up to Cameo and delivered a sharp slap to the mentat's pussy. Cameo moaned in pleasure. Then she reached over to Meira's belt and took a couple of clips off her belt. With practiced ease she attached one end of each clip to one of her long thin braids, then she grabbed Cameo's labia in a firm pinch. Cameo gasped in pleasure as Arwen attached the clips to her bulging outer labia. Once satisfied that her hair was firmly affixed to Cameo's pussy Arwen looked up adoringly at Fania and said, "Where shall we take her Mistress?"

"I think I'm in the mood for the Red Chamber," Fania answered as she took hold of one of the rings in Meira's nipples. "Come my pets, Cameo has pleased Us and must be properly rewarded." Arwen spun on her toes and led the little parade, with Cameo dragged helplessly along by the clips attached to her most tender of places. Fania followed, dragging Meira by her nipple ring. All four were eager for the sweet punishments yet to come, Cameo most of all. The females left in the room watched them go with mixed emotions. None of them wanted to see their Adored Princess leave, but most were relieved to see Cameo depart. Even in the harem of the Queen there were few who were comfortable around a mentat, Arwen a noted exception. In a city where privacy was a foreign concept the mentats were shrouded in secrecy. Only Asheelia and Fania knew that Cameo was in fact the oldest person in the room.

"Attend me ladies," Queen Asheelia said, stepping down from her throne and walking a slow strut to the middle of the room. Cameo's news had gotten her very excited. She was literally dripping. Popping the catches on her mini-corset she held out her arms and said, "Come and pleasure your Slut Queen. Bathe me in your velvet cunts." Her corset hit the floor and in seconds she was swarmed by her harem. A child's pussy was placed directly on her mouth and a more mature cunt pressed into the top of her head. A dozen dripping vaginas were pressed against her flesh and began to rub all over her, painting her with their heavenly wetness. Her legs were spread wide and at least three mouths and several fingers fought over her brimming cunt and welcoming anus.

Beneath a pile of writhing girl-flesh Asheelia wallowed in lust. In her mind's eye she saw the scene much as it was now, but with one important difference. In her fantasy she saw herself heavily pregnant, along with half her harem. I'll breed them all, she thought, as the first orgasm overtook her. As she came she dreamed of a world of sapphic lust that would last forever.

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"The Mother Club," Brenda said aloud as she read the sign above the front entrance. Absentmindedly she traced her fingers over the swell of her child-laden womb. "You have a club just for new mothers?"

"Oh no, not just new mothers." Diana draped her arm over Brenda's shoulders and pulled her close. She slid her hand over and stroked her new friend's rounded tummy. "It's a club for mothers and daughters, a place where they can enjoy each other surrounded by other women and their children. We have an Incest Club too, but that's filled with twins and sisters and cousins and that sort of thing along with mother-daughter pairs. And that's fun, don't get me wrong, but there's something special about the relationship between mother and child and that's what this place is all about." Diana rested her hand on Brenda's tummy and looked deep into her eyes. "I'm supposed to help prepare you, remember. You're going to be a mother here, in our city. You will raise a little girl here. This place will help you see what that really means better than anyplace else I can think of."

"And it's full of pregnant pussy," Jessica said with a chuckle. "You have to be either a mother of a girl, a girl accompanied by her mother, or pregnant to get in." Jessica's eyes traveled up and down Brenda's curves and she licked her lips. "Don't let this slut fool you, she comes here all the time for her fix."

"Am I wrong?" Diana asked the statuesque red-head with an arched brow.

"Oh of course not sweety, but don't try to fool me I've known you too long. If Brenda was a fourteen year old girl you'd find an excuse to bring her here, even if you had to pretend to be her mother yourself." Jessica winked at Brenda. "It's one of her favorite places. She comes here at least twice a week."

Kitten stopped kissing Angelina long enough to say, "More then that." It was all she managed to get out before Angel pulled her back to continue their preteen makeout session. They looked so incredibly lovely together, Brenda thought. In fact all of her new friends were so very pretty, and it didn't hurt that they were mostly naked almost all of the time. None of them were wearing more than gauze right now. Somehow they had all lost track of their swimsuits at the pool. For Angel and Kitten it was no mystery. The two of them had deliberately destroyed their suits, ripping them off each other as they played in the pool. Little Hoshi had gotten in on the game too and her suit had also been torn to shreds. But Brenda wasn't sure what had happened to hers. After she had ridden Hoshi's face she had gotten up and talked with Jessica for a minute or so. Jessica was an intimidating beauty and Brenda had been as nervous as a schoolgirl when they first spoke. But then some strange woman named Nichole had come up to them and had asked to "borrow" Brenda. The next thing she knew she was in the middle of an all-girl sandwich where Nichole and some woman whose name she had never gotten made love to her. It had been great, simply great, but she had no idea where her swimsuit was by the time she came back to Diana.

Diana had just laughed it off and said, "That's what's supposed to happen." They spent the rest of the afternoon nude and she got to watch several other groups of women have sex. Girls too. When they left the pool they picked up a set of ultra-sheer ponchos. The ponchos came in an assortment of colors and were made out of some silky, gauzy material that was almost completely transparent. Brenda's poncho was purple and it tented out over her dark nipples and pregnant stomach. The extra space cause by her tummy made the poncho ride a little short so that it only touched the top of her "landing strip" of pubic hair on her mons. She had successfully resisted the urge to tug it down. Not that it would have helped since it was transparent, but old habits die hard.

Diana was looking ravishing in a forest green poncho that she had decided was too concealing even though it was transparent. She had gathered it together and trapped it in her cleavage. She had also tied a knot in the bottom of it to make it shorter so it wouldn't cover her bald pussy. Brenda unconsciously licked her lips when she looked at Diana's pussy. It was still dripping and the gorgeous blonde's thighs were wet. She loved how Diana's pussy squirted so much. She had been turned into a "SuperSquirter", meaning that she could literally squirt pints of pussy juice across the course of a day. A side effect of this change was that her pussy was never dry. She leaked all the time. Far from being bothered by this she seemed to love it. So far Brenda loved it too.

Diana's daughter Kitten wore a bright red poncho, and Angel wore a black one. The two little blondes were quite a site as they kissed. Angel had stuffed the tail of Kitty's poncho up her bouncy young ass. The statuesque beauty Jessica had picked out a white poncho. White appeared to be her favorite color and it looked fabulous on her. Part of what made it so erotic was that the front of the poncho was now soaking wet with breast milk from Jessica's perpetually lactating massive breasts. Like Diana, Jessica too had been sexually modified, only her modification was called a "MilkMaid". Her breasts were large, swollen, and milk constantly dribbled from her nipples. The transparent poncho clung to her erotically and her long copper tresses spilled down her back. Jessica too had discarded her swimsuit, or whatever it was. She had dropped the collection of plastic tubing she used for a suit into a recycler at the kiosk where they had gotten the ponchos. All except the hip flasks that were now full of breast milk that is. Those she had kept.

Thinking about that made Brenda look over to where the flasks were currently being kept. Her nipples ached with need and she felt her pussy begin to dribble as she took in the shocking sight of the littlest members of their party, Hoshi and Madison. Jessica had taken charge of both little girls as they left the pool and had attired them the same. Neither one wore a poncho. No, all the little girls were allowed to wear was chains. Each wore a chain about her waist to which her wrists were attached by means of smaller loops of chain. Each one had chains descending from their flat chests, little nipples clamped tightly with the other end attached to the chain about each girl's hips. And then there were the flasks. In an act of casual deviance Jessica had decided that the little girls would carry the milk filled bottles in their preteen pussies. The open end of the bottles had been stuffed up the youngster's immature cunts and loops of chain had been added to keep them in place, although given the size of the girls that was probably unnecessary. The bottle necks were only a couple of inches long and not wide enough to get two fingers in, but Hoshi was only nine and Madison, Jessica's daughter, was only five. Yet neither girl appeared distressed. Hoshi kept pulling on her waist chain in an attempt to pull the milk filled bottle deeper, and Madison seemed perfectly content, so much so that she would occasionally giggle and wiggle her hips making the milk in the flash splash about.

"Ah, there they are," Diana said. Brenda followed Diana's line of sight and saw two women approaching. One she recognized as Hoshi's mother Kameko, they had met at breakfast. The Japanese slave girl was in four-inch high heels and had her wrists cuffed to a belt around her waist much like the younger girls. Otherwise she was naked. A clamp was attached to her pussy, large enough to hold both outer labia in its tight grip. Attached to the clamp was a leash. The woman holding the leash was a curly haired blonde in red thigh-high boots wearing a black cowboy hat and a black fishnet bikini top that held her swaying bobbing breasts. The rest of her body was, of course, exposed. There was something intently familiar about her.

"Grace," Diana cried happily. "I was hoping you'd get my message. I wasn't sure if you were going to make it."

"Oh I wouldn't miss this for the world," the new blonde said as she slid into a deep kiss with Diana. Their tongues wrestled back and forth and they each slid a finger into each other's cunts. Brenda wondered if this was they way they greeted each other all the time. She found out soon enough though, because immediately after the two of them came apart Grace stepped over to her with a big smile and said, "You must be Brenda. I've heard so much about you," and then pulled her in for an equally hot kiss. Grace was a fantastic kisser, at once aggressive and yielding. Brenda felt her fingers lightly stroke her labia. Grace's fingers were still wet from being inside Diana and the woman's light touch teased her deliciously. She didn't know how long they kissed, it was probably only seconds but felt much longer. All she knew was when the kiss stopped it left her dizzy and blinking.

"Hello Grace," Jessica said with a warm chuckle. "How's tricks? Still got the touch I see."

"Hey Bitch," Grace replied with a smirk. "Haven't seen you in a while. Not since the party at Millie's. Mmm, I still play with myself thinking about that spanking you gave me," she said in a low purr.

Jessica arched her brow. "Oh, is that what brought you out tonight? Nobody keeping your bottom hot?"

"Actually, Angel has been doing a pretty good job of that. But how could I resist a chance to play with both of you, especially when you have such a pretty new girl with you?" Her eyes traveled up and down Brenda.

"Thanks for bringing my toy," Diana said as she examined Kameko like merchandise. "I wasn't sure how to get her here. Any trouble with the Connors?" Kameko had so far not said a word. She kept her head down and her eyes on the ground, submissively allowing herself to be inspected.

"No, of course not. Don't be silly. They know who owns this yellow slut. Besides, I left Micki with them and I think they were happy to have a change. Really, you got very lucky with them as nestmates. Lovely girls, and so sweet."

"Oh, I was wondering where Micki was. You didn't want to bring her?" Diana asked.

"Please," Grace sighed. "I love her dearly but that girl needs to play with other women or she's never going to get a proper education. Her little head is between my legs so much I feel like I'm still giving birth to her." The other women chuckled but Brenda just stared with her mouth open. Grace looked over to where Kitten and Angel were still lip locked and pointed at them. "See? Now Angel on the other hand knows how to make friends."

Jessica's sultry voice drew all their attention. "I'm sure little Micki will be just fine." The redheaded mistress was gently petting Madison on her head. "You can't blame a girl for loving her mother. Speaking of which, since we're all here why don't we go in now?" She slipped up next to Brenda and slid her arm around the pregnant newcomer.

Diana positioned herself on Brenda's other side and linked their arms together. "Yes, let's," she said cheerily.

"Girls!" Grace called to the necking preteens. "Come on now. Time to go."

Angel and Kitten broke their kiss, each looking slightly disoriented. "Oh, hi Mom," Angel said. "I didn't know you had gotten here."

"Yes, I know," her mom said dryly. "I swear, you two just go into your own little world when you get together."

"Young love," Jessica said wistfully.

"Either that or they're running out of air," Grace said with a smirk. "Okay you two, let's go." Together they all trooped in through the front doors of The Mother Club.

Immediately inside the front doors was a foyer area tastefully decorated in pink and white. At the end of the room was a heavy pink velvet curtain and in the middle of the room was a reception desk with a small alcove behind it like a coat room for people who never wore coats. Behind the desk was an elegant looking dark haired woman wearing nothing other than her collar, which was conspicuously green. Brenda at first tried to guess her age but gave up on the idea almost immediately. She had seen what the advanced medical technology of the Lesbian City had achieved. There was just no way to really tell in this place. The woman looked like she was in her late twenties, but was probably over forty. Her inky dark hair was shoulder length and slightly curled, spilling slightly lower since her head was thrown back a bit. In between the flutters of her eyelids Brenda could see bright hazel eyes. Her C-cup breasts were flushed and her nipples stood erect and she was panting a bit, obviously in a great deal of pleasure. She hadn't noticed them at all.

"Ahem," Jessica said. She was smirking.

"Oh," the woman said focusing on them. "Uuuuuuggggghhhhhh, oh Patty. Patty darling, stop. Stop baby, we have visitors." The woman was fumbling below the desk with both hands and it quickly became apparent that she was trying to push something, or more likely someone, away from between her legs. "No. No! Stop. I can't think when you're doing that. Come on now, that's a good girl." A dark haired teenager stood up from underneath the desk. She was sixteen at most, and her hair was much longer, and her breasts were actually larger and fuller than the adult woman, huge double D tits that looked outrageous on her slender young body, but other than that they were practically identical. Her face and chin were wet and she was pouting slightly, obviously not happy about being interrupted. Then she saw who was standing in the lobby and broke into a big smile.

"Oh, Miss Diana! And Kitten! Oh, it's so good to see you both." She came rushing around the desk and leapt into Diana's arms like a long lost lover. Diana had to let go of Brenda to grasp the eager teen otherwise she might have been knocked down by her exuberance. Immediately they fell into a deep kiss. Kitten walked around behind the girl and grabbed two handfuls of bouncy teenage ass. The teen, Patty, reached back with one hand and pushed Kitten's head down towards her bottom. The twelve year-old went without resistance and soon had her face buried between the teenager's cheeks.

"See?" Jessica said into Brenda's ear. "I told you they were regulars."

"Welcome ladies," said the older woman. She had come around from behind the desk and was entirely naked. Lush, was the word that came immediately to Brenda's mind. The woman had a pronounced hourglass figure with a full bust and sweeping hips. She had a nice waist and a soft little tummy that made Brenda want to lay her head on it. Her nipples were pink and swollen and there was a small black S-shaped strip of hair on her pubic mound that drew the eye to her swollen clit. Her clit was quite large, and the lips of her pussy were full and meaty and obviously wet. Her full thighs tapered to her calves giving her legs a very sexy shape. "Welcome to The Mother Club. I'm Lorelei, your Den Mother this evening. I recognize a few of you. Diana, of course has been here many times. But I also see some new faces."

Introductions were made all around. Patty was finally extricated from her Kitten-Diana sandwich and she was introduced to everybody. She was Lorelei's daughter and was simply bubbling with enthusiasm. When she found out that Brenda was entirely new to the City she practically squealed. "Really?! You're from Outside? Wow." She stepped close and flipped up Brenda's poncho and began to caress her swollen belly. "So, you got pregnant ... ?" She didn't seem to know how to finish the sentence.

"The old fashioned way, yes," Brenda answered.

"Weird," Patty mused. She was totally fascinated. "Was it, you know, bad?"

Brenda blinked at the girl. "What, getting pregnant?" She laughed. "No. Not at all. Actually that was the only good part of the relationship."

"No way!" the teen exclaimed.

"Oh yes," Brenda replied. "Quite pleasant really."

"Ewwww," said Angel. "That's just freaky."

"Angel!" Grace snapped at her daughter. "Don't be rude. Ms Brenda is a new immigrant from Outside. There's nothing freaky about her."

"I didn't mean it like that Mom. It's just, I mean, well, you know ... with a man?"

"Really, it's okay," Brenda said. She couldn't get over the puzzled look on Patty and the younger girl's faces. For the first time it occurred to her that she might be the only woman in the room who had ever even met a man, let alone had sex with one. "Honestly, I didn't mind the sex at all. I like girls better, but I didn't have any problem fucking men. Oh, I suppose sometimes it left me a bit unsatisfied, I didn't always get to cum with my ex, but it was never bad. The real problem was that the place I lived in was very conservative, and I knew that it would be harder and harder for me to ever be with a woman again, especially if I wanted to keep custody of my daughter. As I saw it I had a choice, either give up women and marry the father, or give up men and come here."

"Was that a difficult decision?" Jessica asked. She had stripped off her covering and droplets of milk were rolling down the curve of her tits. When Brenda was able to tear her eyes away from the redhead's fantastic breasts she saw genuine curiosity in her face.

Brenda swallowed and looked around the room. In her wildest dreams she had never imagined being surrounded by such wanton beauty. Every direction her eye turned to held either a beautiful mostly naked woman or a pretty little nude girl. "Uh, no. Not really, no." She heard a jingling sound and looked over to see Kameko stripping out of her chains. Madison and Hoshi were too. Without a trace of modesty, shame or hesitation Madison pulled the flask of breast milk out of her tiny hole and took a long sip, purring in contentment. The lust and desire buzzing through Brenda felt like a drug. "Best decision I ever made I think."

"Me too," Diana said. She grabbed her gauzy poncho at the neck and tore it in half. She balled it up and tossed it towards the small room behind the desk. She spread her legs and squatted a little bit. "Best decision I ever made too. I can't imagine living anywhere else now." Her right hand scooped the droplets of cream running down her thighs and rubbed briefly at her saturated cunt, then she brought her hand to her face and began to lap the juice off her palm. "Mmmm," she moaned. "Damn, I taste good."

"You're an immigrant too?" Brenda blurted in surprise.

"Huh? Oh, yes I suppose I am. Sort of anyways." Diana was still playing with her pussy. Patty quickly stepped forwards and dropped to her knees. She held up her young tits, offering them to Diana. Diana squatted lower and began to rub her bald dripping pussy all over the teenager's tits, painting them with her dripping cunt. "I ran away from home when I was thirteen and came here. They're not supposed to take in runaways that young but they do, so long as they're girls and nobody makes a fuss. Mmm, yeah, that's it Patty, let me get your titties slick. They put me in with Jessica's nest." Diana threw a look of pure love over at the redhead. "She got me up to speed real quick."

The redhead chuckled. "Not that that really took much time." Brenda was surprised at the softness of the loving look Jessica returned to Diana. The woman was so strong and had such a powerfully intimidating personality. But now her face held nothing but tenderness. Obviously these two had shared a very deep relationship for a long time. "You didn't run away from home, sweet love. You ran to your home. And you brought my home with you when you arrived."

Diana slowly stepped away from Patty and crossed over to Jessica. Without a word the two women melted into a lovers kiss. Brenda heard a couple of the younger girls coo in romantic empathy but she wasn't sure which ones because she couldn't tear her eyes away from the kissing twosome. Since coming to this city she had been surrounded in sex. Sex with women, sex with girls, rough sex, wet sex, tongues and fingers, naked breasts and upthrust asses, bondage and watersports and all manner of deviation and perversity. But now, here in this room, she saw the true center of this city and this culture. For the first time she understood that this entire society was based on love. Love expressed in a thousand different ways. Love without limits, without rules, without constraints of any kind other than the boundaries of its gender. She just hadn't seen it before. She had been unable to see past the drunkenness of their passion. How could she have been so blind?

Soft hands wrapped around her from behind cupping her pregnant belly. Softly, Lorelei kissed her neck. "You too have come home," she whispered in her ear. "You will have a child here, a daughter. And when she is born we will bathe her in the love you see right now." The woman's hands glided in circles around Brenda's child-laden belly while the other deftly removed her transparent poncho before returning to cup her heavy tit. "When your child is born we will all bless her in a baptism of love. We will surround you as you nurse her at your breast and the sweet waters of our flowing holes will rain down all over the two of you. She will never know the taste of a nipple that has not first been basted in pussy cream. And before her infant tummy is full we will place her between your legs to nurse on your clit." Lorelei's other hand was now between Brenda's legs stroking at her lips and rubbing over the hood of her clit while her first hand pulled at her nipples. "You will share her with us. We will pass her back and forth so that each of us can taste her sweet baby slit. She will grow up in a world of bliss."

Brenda moaned softly as the visions conjured by the words inflamed her passions. In front of her Jessica and Diana continued to kiss, but now all of the younger girls had come up to the twosome to touch and stroke them. Both women had responded by spreading their legs slightly to give the girls better access, but their lips remained locked together. While Kitten, Angel, Hoshi, and little Madison ran their hands up and down Jessica's legs and over Diana's ass and in between both of their legs to probe their wet holes Brenda noticed that something had changed about the women's kiss. She gasped as she realized that Jessica's outrageously long tongue was down Diana's throat and that Diana was doing her best to suck down as much as she could.

"Mother," Patty said as she lapped the sweet wetness off her breasts. "We should move everyone into the main room."

"Yes. Yes, of course," Lorelei replied. She gave Brenda's nipple one last squeeze and licked her neck all the way up to the sensitive skin behind her ear before stepping away. Grabbing her own nipples in a firm grip she addressed the group. "Ladies, now that you have cast aside all false garments and roles I would like to invite you all into the Mother Club. My daughter Patty and I will be your escorts. Please come right this way." Patty took her mother's hand and together they led the women towards the curtains at the end of the room. They all followed her, Diana and Jessica disentangling themselves and allowing themselves to be pulled along by the girls.

Grace snaked her arm through Brenda's and said, "Right this way honey. I really think you're going to like this."

"Oh, I know I am," Brenda sighed. "What was that about false garments and roles?"

"Oh that, that's just rules of the club. Did anybody tell you about the club rules?" Seeing Brenda shake her head Grace said, "I swear, every woman in this city thinks with her twat. They should tell you these things. Okay, this is the Mother Club, so there are no roles in here except mother and daughter. You're either a mom, a girl accompanied by her mom, or like you, a mom-to-be. So by the City's standards that's very exclusive. No clothes allowed, no costumes, and preferably no jewelry but you don't have to take your piercings out, not that you have any. Also, you have to leave other roles at the door. No mistress and pet, no slave girls, you know, drop the role play and just be a mommy or a daughter. Oh, and there's no toilet play here so if you have to pee do it now."

"Really?" Brenda asked. "That seems almost inhibited here. Seems to me like watersports are very popular in this City."

"Popular?" Grace laughed. "They're part of our early childhood curriculum. My daughter Micki is the worst. I haven't peed in a toilet in months. That's part of why I don't like to bring her here. She has a terribly weak bladder and gets petulant if she gets in trouble for peeing during sex. But they have their reasons. Trust me, this place is certainly not inhibited, just focused." She raised one eyebrow and asked, "Do you like pee play?"

"Uhh, well, I never did it before coming here. But I've done it a few times this week and it's been very thrilling. I think I like it."

"Mmmm, I love it," Grace said nodding in approval. "I drink kiddie pee with a straw. Honestly, I shouldn't even talk about Micki like that, she gets it all from me." Right before they passed through the curtains Grace said to her, "I usually let my daughters keep me on a leash. I love being their toilet slut mommy." She winked wickedly.

As they passed through the curtains two things struck Brenda immediately. The first was the smell. The air in the room was heavy with the smell of pussy. Many places she had been to so far smelled of sex, in fact one of the women she had met during the last week had referred to the City's 'pheromone smog', but this was much much stronger. It was like having her face buried in a girl's twat just standing there. Everyone in her little group paused and took a moment to breathe in the heady scent. She heard several sighs and purrs of pleasure as they sampled the bouquet, especially from the younger girls. The other thing that was immediately obvious was the darkness. It took her eyes a few seconds to adjust to the reduced level of light before she could make out where they were.

Grace released her arm and slid behind her to grab two handfuls of her ass. "Welcome to the Womb Room," the sexy blonde purred in her ear. The room was full of rolling hills of black leather. There was no furniture. Instead the floor had been padded, covered in black leather, and fashioned into a small sea of interconnected hills and valleys. The only lighting was provided by dim orange spot lights recessed into the ceiling that shone down on the highest parts of the couch-like floor where it was flat, and a network of illuminated pink ropes on the floor that marked a winding path through the valleys of the room. As her eyes adjusted Brenda saw that the room was mostly empty, but a few of the padded valleys were occupied by women and girls in groups of two or more. She moaned at the sight of a preteen girl who was doing a highly erotic dance underneath one of the orange spot lights, putting on a show for the adult woman laying in the hollow in front of her who was masturbating with furious intensity. Beneath another light a woman lay face down on her knees with her ass thrust up high and her legs spread wide while two little girls, practically toddlers, gleefully fisted her in both holes. But much of what was going on was happening in the shadowy valleys in between the lights. She could see a set of writhing bodies here, a girl child with her head thrown back in bliss there, heaving bodies and flashes of faces and breasts and legs. The sounds of the room were the sounds of an orgy. She heard gasps and moans and whimpers, little voices squeaking in rapture, adult voices hissing instructions and urging on their partners. And through it all she heard words. Over and over she caught the sound of women gasping "baby" and little voices calling out "mommy".

"Goddess but I love it here," Diana sighed next to her. Grace chuckled in her ear and Lorelei came over and took her hand.

"Right this way dear," she said leading her down the pink lined path. "You're new here, a first timer, so you're going to get the royal treatment." The lush hostess led them through the maze of dark valleys with a destination in mind. Brenda looked down as they passed the occupied coves and felt her passions build in response to what she saw. A petite curly haired child rode a woman's face off to her right. In the dell past them there were three women, one mature, one in her twenties, and a preteen girl in a noisy daisy chain. Her grandmother, Brenda realized, the little girl was sucking her grandmother's pussy while her own mother slurped hungrily on her immature cunny. The woman on her knees under the orange flood cried out and sprayed a fountain of juice all over her two toddlers. Both girls leaned in with their mouths open, feeding like baby birds on their mother's squirt. Brenda felt her clit throb in response. "Ah, this should do it," Lorelei said as she stepped into one of the pleasure valleys.

All of them piled into the depression in a rush of female flesh. It was a tear-drop shaped little valley positioned right off one of the orange lit micro stages at its narrow end. But before Brenda got to see more a gentle hand stroked her face and hungry lips closed on hers. It was Jessica. The redhead pulled Brenda into a tight embrace and kissed her passionately. "Open for me," she said softly as her tongue slid back into Brenda's mouth. Brenda found out what she meant as Jessica's tongue slid to the back of her mouth and kept going. Her nipples ached with pleasure as they were pressed into Jessica's and she surrendered to the woman's invasion of her body, letting Jessica's six inch long tongue slide down her throat. Twin trails of warm wetness trickled down her breasts from Jessica's lactating tits. A quick twist from her partner took her balance away and Brenda was gently lowered to the cushioned sloping floor. Jessica laid her on her back and pulled her tongue free releasing a river of spit that they both swapped back and forth.

Suddenly there was an eager little face next to theirs. Jessica released Brenda's mouth and said, "I know you two have met but I don't know if you've been properly introduced. Brenda, this pretty little cunt slut is my daughter Madison. She's the most amazingly decadent five year-old you will ever meet and she's a bit of a masochist." She reached out and grabbed a handful of her child's hair and yanked her little head back making Madison gasp. "She's her mother's little sex toy and she likes to be hurt." Jessica's smile was a lascivious leer. "I try to keep her happy by abusing her little body and keeping her well fed with pussy. Don't you think she's pretty?"

Brenda gazed at the little girl in wonder. Her slender back was arched to thrust out her childish ass and her non-existent chest. She was panting softly in the dim light, obviously terribly aroused. Brenda had never seen a girl so young so turned on. "She's amazing," Brenda said. "She's gorgeous." And the little girl was. She was small but perfectly proportioned in every way. She was quite simply perfect.

Jessica licked Madison's neck causing the little girl to purr sensuously then turned back to Brenda and said, "Spread your legs for my child."

Brenda did so eagerly. She had never been so turned on in her whole life. Leaning back she saw that Angel and Kitten had crawled up on to the micro-stage and were dancing together under the orange light. The two little blondes pressed their naked bodies against each other and writhed in a slow slither. Kitten held up one hand and Brenda caught site of the bottle just as she began to pour. The two girls began to ride each other's thighs as they bathed in Jessica's captured breast milk. "Ooooohhhhhh, Mommy look," sweet Madison said as she ducked down between Brenda's spread thighs. Since the place she was laying sloped she was just able to make out Madison's fiery hair over her rounded tummy as the tiny girl's hands started to probe her. "She's all hot and wet Mommy. Really, really soupy. Can I have it? Can I suck it with my mouth? Can I? Please Mommy, can I have her hot pregnant cunt?"

"Of course you can baby, but first I want you to give Ms Brenda a proper greeting."

Madison sprung up like a little monkey and squatted down next to Brenda's head. The darling little creature spread her legs wide and reached down with both hands to pull her tiny but obviously well fucked pussy open. "Hi Ms Brenda. I'm so glad you moved here. Do you like my little hole? You can do whatever you want to it. I hope you stretch it good. Mommy's right, I like it when it hurts. I was just born that way I think. I really want to eat your pussy, it looks so meaty and wet, I just know I'm going to love it. I hope I get to suck it all the time. I wish I could push my head up inside and kiss your baby. I bet she'll be really cute and have a hot pussy just like you." Madison now had two fingers pumping in and out of her five year-old pussy. "You'll let me eat her won't you? And lick her little asshole? I'm really good with my tongue. You'll see. Can I eat you now? Uhhhh, oh. Please? Can I suck your fat dripping cunt?"

"Yes!" Brenda practically screamed.

Madison pulled her fingers out of her pussy and stuck them into Brenda's mouth. Brenda was surprised but far from confused. The child's nectar tasted heavenly. "That's just a taste," the little girl said. "Later you can have as much as you want, but I get to eat you now. I hope you cum lots. I bet you will." Madison pulled her fingers free and scampered back between Brenda's open thighs. She didn't waste any time at all. Almost immediately Brenda felt her little hands on her outer labia and a small face pressed against her dripping hole. She felt Madison's nose pressed against her folds, then felt the small rush of air as the little girl inhaled deeply, filling her lungs with Brenda's thick scent. She heard the child sniffing at her pussy like a puppy dog, for the first time in her life heard the sound of a five year-old moaning in lust, then a tiny wet tongue began to dance across her lips and all she knew was bliss.

"That's it baby, be a good girl for Mommy and eat Ms Brenda's hot pussy." Jessica knelt next to Brenda and flicked her long copper hair over her shoulders as she grabbed her swollen breasts. She began to massage her tits, rubbing and squeezing them from base to tip until the droplets of milk leaking from her distended nipples became a spray. Brenda gasped and writhed underneath the twin stimulations. She was being showered in breast milk by a gorgeous woman whose little daughter was eating her pussy. It was paradise, simply paradise.

"Room for more?" asked a merry voice. Brenda looked up and saw Diana and Grace leaning over her grinning like fiends.

"Oh yes," Diana said. "I think she can take some more. I think she should get the whole lot don't you?"

"Absolutely," Grace answered. The blonde leaned back and clapped her hands. "Girls. Come here please."

Brenda grunted as Madison sucked her swollen labia into her tiny mouth, parting them with her eager tongue, just as Kitten and Angel surrounded her. Both girls were naked and glistening wet. "Wow, squirt me, she looks amazing all covered in milk like that," Angel said. Kitten didn't say a word but her eyes were filled with lust as she reached out and began running her hands all over Brenda's saturated skin.

"You two take her nipples," Diana said. "Let's see if we can't get her lactating before the baby is born."

"Yes Mommy," Kitten said as she dove in to claim her tit. She lapped at the milk covered mammary before sealing her lips around it and sucking hard. Brenda moaned in pleasure and moaned again as Angel latched on to her other nipple. The girls were insatiable, sucking and lapping and pulling at her engorged nipples and Brenda knew she could probably have a nipple orgasm just from those two. She surrendered herself entirely to pleasure and let the girls have their way with her. Jessica continued to bathe them all with her spraying tits while the girls mothers cheered them on. The two preteen blondes grabbed Brenda's hands and pulled them between their legs. She felt two hairless buttery soft pussies in her hands and slid a finger into each of them. Angel and Kitten both purred in delight and sucked harder.

Soft hands closed on Brenda's cheeks and her head was tilted back gently. Lips closed over her panting mouth and a tongue, rich with the taste of pussy, slid into her mouth. Her eyes flew open but all she could see was a curtain of dark hair. The kiss broke and the curtain parted to reveal the grinning face of Kameko. "Hello. I don't know that we've actually been introduced. I'm Kameko, Hoshi's mother." The Japanese woman was kneeling next to her with her legs spread, her bald pussy on display. Brenda couldn't help but stare lustfully at Kameko's big tits. "We're the sex slaves of the nest you're staying at. Please feel free to use either of us any way you like later, okay?" Hoshi appeared at her mother's side. The nine year-old slipped under her mother's arm and sucked one of her tits into her mouth. Her small hand immediately went between her mother's legs and started rubbing her sex. "But in here I'm not a slave. In here I'm a mother of a wonderful little girl. Don't you think she's sweet? She said she loved when you smothered her with your fat pussy. I hope you do that with me sometime." Kameko slid her hand down Hoshi's smooth tummy, down to the child's naked cunt. She parted her daughter's lips and slid her middle finger deep into her young pussy. Hoshi moaned around her mouthful of tit. Kameko took hold of Hoshi's hair and pulled the little girl's head back. Her tit came free with a pop and a gasp. Kameko's face dropped and mother and child sealed their lips together in a hungry kiss while they fingered each other.

Brenda began to cum. It was all too much. The sensations caused by the three preteen girls mouths on her body and the sight of the two Asian beauties kissing while breast milk rained down over all of them simply overloaded her senses. Diana encouraged her lewdly. "Yeah, that's it you horny pregnant slut. Cum in Maddy's little mouth! Suck her Maddy, suck her girls!" Brenda cried out, shouting her orgasm to the world. Just then little Hoshi sprang up and sat on her face. The nine year-old grabbed her head and covered her lips with her little cunt.

"Eat me," the little girl hissed. "Eat my pussy. Yeaaaaaahhhhhhh." Brenda jammed her tongue and deep as it would go into the child as her body quivered and shook. Madison sucked and sucked so that it literally felt like the tiny girl was sucking pure liquid pleasure out of Brenda's body. Then suddenly she was gone, leaving Brenda's pussy to weep into the air. Brenda thrust her pussy into the air. She wanted the little girl back!

Another mouth quickly covered her fluttering hole, a larger mouth but she couldn't see who. All she could see was Hoshi's tummy and face as the little girl hissed in pleasure. Suddenly there was a splash of wetness on her pregnant tummy. "Yes baby, that's a good girl," Jessica purred. "Spit her cum all over her belly. Bathe her pregnant womb in her squirt." All of the adult women, the mothers of the girls servicing her, leaned in and began to lick the combination of cunt cream and breast milk off her body. Grace, Diana, Kameko, even Jessica dragged there tongues all over her, licking every nook and crevice.

Another orgasm built right on the heels of the last one. Angel and Kitten were dripping girly cream all over her hands as they gobbled her nipples. Hoshi was humping her face like she was possessed. Four women were licking every spot on her torso. Then something happened in her pussy, something she could barely wrap her mind around. The tongue that was lapping at her so delightfully speared forward and surged up her hole. Longer than any tongue should be able to reach it went, deep into her birth canal, filling her. It flexed inside her, driving her out of her mind, and she felt the very tip of it lick her cervix before sliding back to press firmly into her g-spot with its wet swirling tip. Wet lips crushed her clit.

Pleasure like nothing she had ever felt before exploded out of the back of her mind. For a second her whole body lit up in sensation and she could feel every touch, every lick, every droplet on her skin as if her entire body had suddenly become one giant clitoris. Dimly she heard somebody scream, a sound like a wounded animal, then her whole body spasmed with crashing waves of bliss that swept through her over and over again until rushing darkness swept everything away.

She was floating in a realm of ecstasy, slowly waking to the sounds around her, gasps and groans and moans. She couldn't bear the thought of moving, but her eyes fluttered open. Four feet in front of her tiny Madison lay on her back. The girl had her legs up in the air spread as wide as they would go. She was holding her feet like a gymnast and her little pink pussy gaped open like a flower. Jessica knelt over her child and was rubbing her still leaking breasts all over the girl. She would press a rigid nipple into Maddy's tiny cunt and tit fuck her daughter then drag her tits up the tiny girl's body to stuff the wet nipple into Maddy's sucking mouth. While Brenda watched Jessica dove down and drove her six inch long tongue as deep as it would go into her daughter's child cunt. Maddy arched her back and moaned, "Mooommmmmmmyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy". Jessica reached up and pinched one of the girls nipples savagely. Madison began to shake.

Brenda's eyes flickered upwards. Diana was standing in a crouch, legs spread wide, and Kitten was kneeling in front of her with her face buried in her mother's cunt. Kitten had her hands clasped firmly behind her back and her long blonde hair rippled in silky waves as she shook her face with a mouth full of pussy. Diana was praising her daughter. "That's it baby. Oh you eat Mommy's pussy so good you little lezzy queer. Goddess! That's it. Swallow Mommy's yummy cum baby."

She heard a tiny scream behind her and rolled her head that way to look. Grace and Angel were in a tight sixty-nine. She couldn't see Grace's head but Angel's was pointed her way and she watched the girl hungrily tongue-fuck her mom while pistoning three fingers up her stretched asshole. Every now and again Grace would raise up her hand and give Angel's ass a hard spank.

"Welcome back," a voice said near her feet. She turned to look and there was Kameko and Hoshi. Hoshi was on her back on the padded floor with her childish legs spread wide. Kameko and her were locked in a scissor position. The heavy breasted Japanese mother was slowly rolling her hips grinding her pussy into her daughter's. Hoshi lay with her eyes closed and ground back as best she could, a constant stream of little squeaks and whimpers escaping from her throat, but it was Kameko who set the pace. She held each of Hoshi's ankles in her hands and continued to slowly grind her cunt against her child's.

"You passed out," Kameko said. Brenda's eyes traveled the length of the Japanese beauty's body. Every time Brenda had seen her before she had been tied up or bound and almost always had her head bowed submissively. But now she looked like some kind of Asian sex goddess, with her bobbing breasts, cascading dark hair and sleek body, tribbing with a little girl. "Patty shared a taste of you with all of us. You taste nice."

"Huh?" Brenda asked. She wasn't up to forming words yet.

Kameko moaned a little, her eyes fluttering in pleasure. She jutted her head as if to point a something. Brenda began to roll her head that way, but suddenly there was a shadow over her. Her senses were filled with warm soft skin and sweeping curves as Lorelei climbed on top of her. Everything about the woman was soft, her breast, her thighs, her tummy, and most especially her lips as they closed with Brenda's. The tongue that slid into her mouth was gentle and sweet, the hands that caressed her nipples were as soft as feathers. An involuntary tremor went through Brenda as she lost herself in the sensual bath of Lorelei's body.

"Slide up Mom, I want to show her," Patty said from somewhere.

Lorelei broke off the kiss and began to slide her body up along Brenda's. Brenda clung to her, weakly tried to stop her. She kissed at every part of Lorelei's body as it passed over her. She sucked at her nipples as they went by, rained kisses over her breasts and along her ribs, kissed at her soft tummy and slid her tongue into her belly button, which got a giggle from the older woman. Then she could smell Lorelei's pussy and a hunger unlike any she had ever known hit her. Suddenly she was fully awake. Yes, her mind shouted, give me cunt! Brenda wrapped her arms around Lorelei's wide hips and tried to pull her down to her mouth. She lapped at the little snakey stripe of hair on the woman's mons and pulled, trying to get the full wetness of Lorelei's cunt. But Lorelei thrust forward and dragged her wet folds over Brenda's mouth and nose and didn't stop until her wet dripping cunt was right over her eyes. Brenda craned her head back and stretched her tongue, attempting to lick the pink flower of Lorelei's open pussy.

A large set of tits pressed into hers and suddenly Patty was on top of her. The teenager shoved her face in close, the top of her head snuggled up to her mother's wet cunt, and kissed Brenda deeply. The girl's mouth tasted of pussy and her tongue was exceptionally long and limber. "Here," the girl said as they came apart. "Let's share my mom." Quickly Patty straddled her and she felt the girls wet pussy press into the top of her swollen belly. Grabbing her mother's hips Patty shoved her face into the wet spread and began to tongue fuck her less than an inch over Brenda's face. Brenda raised her chin and sucked Lorelei's clit into her mouth and lashed it with her tongue.

"Hey, Ms Brenda, watch this," Patty said. Brenda released Lorelei's clit and looked at the teenager. Patty smiled down at her then stretched out her tongue tip until she was slowly running it up and down her mother's hanging labia. Then she pushed her tongue further inside, then further, then further, then further still. Brenda's eyes widened in amazement as she watched the girl push at least a solid five inches of tongue into the dripping cunt above her face. Then she pulled it back out again, droplets of cream running off it to drip onto Brenda's shocked face. She sucked her tongue back into her mouth and moaned, her eyes twinkling merrily. "That's what I did to you. I have a LongTongue. You came really hard when I licked your g-spot."

"That ... that's amazing," Brenda sighed.

"Pretty cool huh? C'mon, you suck her clit. Let's make Momma squirt." And Patty dove back into her mother's pussy like she was eager for a mouthful of incestuous cum, which of course she was. Brenda once again latched on to Lorelei's clit and together the two of them quickly pushed Patty's mother into a whimpering climax. Silky warm fluid gushed out of the woman's pussy to soak Brenda's neck and tits. Still in the grips of her hunger she opened her mouth and caught some of the gushing squirt on her tongue. Her mouth quickly filled and something almost like an orgasm rippled through her. Above her head she listened to Patty gulp down her mother's spray.

Lorelei rolled to her side, Patty with her since the girl refused to take her tongue out of her mom, and Brenda sat up and looked about. She swallowed her mouthful of girl cream and rubbed the wetness on her neck and chest into her tits and face. More, she thought. I want more. More cunt.

Quickly she crawled over to where Kameko and Hoshi were tribbing each other and began to lap at their joined pussies. Both of them cried out in encouragement and she sucked and licked and probed until mother and child came together sandwiching her tongue between them. Brenda slurped up their hot incestual broth and moaned in delight. Then she turned to the next pair.

For the rest of the night Brenda ate pussy like a woman possessed. She practically tackled Kitten, pinning the little girl to the floor and burying her tongue in the little blonde's pussy and two fingers up her asshole. Diana held her daughter open for Brenda and encouraged her to fuck her child. Kitten returned the favor next, calling Brenda a dirty slut as she squeezed her fist up the pregnant woman's cunt as she slurped at Diana's gushing pussy. Diana drenched them both wit her squirt and Brenda shared a lovely kiss with Kitten and Angel as the three of them swapped Diana's squirt back and forth. All the little girls took turns fisting her cunt, much to her delight. And all of the mother's took a turn riding her face. If she wasn't kissing someone she was eating pussy or licking ass or sucking on a sweet tit, or in a couple of cases the hard nipple of a girl who had not yet grown tits. At one point she made out with Madison, kissing the five year-old deeply and sucking her undeveloped chest while Angel sucked her pussy and Kitten tried to suck her lungs out through her asshole. Next to them Diana, Grace and Kameko all ganged up on Hoshi, making the little girl squeal through several orgasms. Patty and Lorelei came and went, flitting about the room in their hostess duties. Basically having sex with as many women and girls as they could.

The nine of them lost track of time as the orgy went on. Each of them at one point took a turn on the micro stage, displaying themselves for each other's pleasure. Brenda was past being shocked, but when Madison got up on the micro stage and did her performance it took her breath away. The five-year-old ended up jamming four fingers up her ass and slapping her immature cunt until she came in wracking spasms. All the women were sensual and delicious, all the girls giddy and obscene. But the clear winners of the dancing were Angel and Grace. The mother and child duo got up and danced together in a slow erotic slither that struck them all silent with its passionate intensity. Jessica was the first to break and grabbed the two blondes by their ankles and pulled them back down into the pleasure valley. All them piled on the two and rolled about in ecstasy in the puddles of breast milk and girl cum that had formed.

Her night went on and on, and Brenda was lost in a world of intense sexual pleasure. Everything turned into a blur of smooth skin, soft hair, open pussies, succulent asses, nipples, breasts, arms, legs, fingers, tongues, lips and even feet. She lost count of her orgasms, at times didn't even know who was between her legs when she came. She made love to women and girls in every combination she could think of, delighting in the thrill of incest. But at some point her mind and body could take no more, and the pleasure overwhelmed her senses until she drifted off to a realm of sleeping bliss.

And when she awoke, she was somewhere else.

:: END Chapter 6