All-girl orgy

CHAPTER TEN

She was painfully young, I thought. At least she looked it and acted it. Young enough to be my daughter, I thought. But this hardly gave me any cause for pause since my daughter was one of my lovers already.

I brought the girl – Debbie was her name – back to my apartment and the two of us proceeded to get drunk and stoned.

Then I proceeded to start taking her clothes from her delicious body.

"What… what are you doing?" she said to me, batting her lashes.

"What do you think I'm doing, darling?" I said. "I'm taking off your clothes. Isn't that just a little bit obvious to you?"

She gulped and giggled and put a hand on mine as if to stop me. But I noticed that she didn't actually stop me from my unbuttoning clothes.

"Yeah, but why are you doing that, Monica?" she said to me.

"Come on, come on, darling. You're young but you weren't born yesterday."

She giggled again and shrugged her shoulders at me.

"But really, I don't know what you mean. Ooohhh… now you can see my titties," she said with a laugh. "They always seem too big to me. What do you think?"

I smiled. She was a crafty one. She liked to play the innocent. But maybe that was how she got off, I told myself. Pretending to be young and sweet.

"Oh no, darling," I said like a warm, tender mother figure. "Not at all. They are lovely. Lovely tits you have. Yes, so big and firm. And look at those nipples, will you? Just look at them. They're starting to stiffen now as I touch them."

And they did. One at a time the nipples became fully erect and trembled between my fingers as I pinched them. She didn't stop me.

"I bet it feels really nice when I touch your nipples, doesn't it?" I asked the girl.

She shivered and smiled and nodded her pretty head up and down.

"Yeah… your fingers are nice and soft, that's why," she said.

"You like nice and soft fingers, don't you, darling?" I said.

"Yes, sure I do. That's why I don't like it when I'm with boys and they put their fingers on my tits… or in my pussy hole."

"Oh, really? What do you mean, darling?" I said, quivering all over. It was like a fantasy coming to life listening to this girl.

"Oh, you know. They have such big hands, and they're so rough. They just jab at you or pull on you. They don't know what a girl feels like inside, they don't know what they should do to make you feel really good, you know what I mean?"

"Oh yes, yes, big ugly brutes. I know just what you're saying," I nodded.

I continued undressing her while my lips moved down to her tits and started kissing and nibbling on them. She sighed and quivered at this action.

"Yeah… I mean, it's nice when they fuck you, but even then they do it so hard and so rough, without thinking about what you're feeling."

"Yes, yes, I know… women are very different than that… they know how another woman feels so they can be more careful, more tender with them…"

"Yes, that's right, Monica," she said. "That's what I mean."

"And I'm a woman, darling," I said, continuing to undress the darling girl.

"I know that you are, Monica. That's nice. I like you being a woman."

I stifled a laugh. I kissed her on the lips. It was a long, erotic kiss. Then I went after the darling girl's cunt.

It was waiting for me, no question about it, drooling and quivering, all hot and juicy and open wide for my tongue.