Chapter 4: Ms. Parsons’ Best Friends

The three guys were up early the next morning, and Gram had breakfast ready. They were driving a couple of hours to an afternoon Major League Baseball game. It would be a first for Jacob, and all three were looking forward to it.

This left Gram, Lori and Marcie at home for Gram to share another shocking sexual secret with her granddaughter. Gramps and Alex knew what would happen and looked forward to the video that would be recorded today. It was too sensitive to share with Jacob so he was being spirited away.

Once the guys were on the road, the three ladies ate breakfast. Gram said she was taking a shower and suggested Lori and Marcie do the same. “We’re going to visit a special friend of mine this afternoon,” she said mysteriously.

Marcie and her mother shared a shower, giggling about saving water. Lori washed her daughter slowly, sensuously and thoroughly. The teen’s pussy tingled while her mother washed Marcie’s little 15-year-old boobies and pinched her nipples. Mom cleaned Marcie’s pussy and bottom with soapy bare hands that respected no limits. The girl was aroused when it was time to swap roles and for her to wash her mother.

She was equally thorough with Lori, washing her mom’s 34B tits, her pussy and her posterior especially well. She loved her mother’s pussy and enjoyed every opportunity to pay it attention.

After they were dry, Lori selected a tight miniskirt and a transparent crop top for Marcie. Lori wore a slightly longer skirt and an unbuttoned blouse tied below her tits. “No underwear,” mom said.

They joined Gram in the living room; she was wearing a sheer sundress with nothing beneath it. Marcie could see her grandmother’s erect nipples and her trimmed bush.

Gram suggested that Lori drive, and she accepted on the condition, “you have to navigate.”

Off went three generations of Hamilton women ... to an experience so depraved it had never crossed Marcie’s mind.

They drove out of the city limits, eventually turning onto a country lane. Horses grazed in one pasture; cows were in another down the road. After another mile, Gram told Lori to turn into the next paved driveway. It curved through a forest for half a mile to a large modern house in total seclusion. Marcie thought the hosts might be car fanciers because a half-dozen expensive ones were parked in front.

It also seemed that the family who lived here must like dogs, beginning with the cast-iron mailbox post at the road and continuing to the front-door mat. Emerging from the car, Marcie heard barking in the distance and hoped she’d get to see them. Or even pet them!

The front door opened before they reached it. A beautiful woman smiled warmly; she and Gram hugged affectionately. Gram introduced Lori and Marcie to Alicia Parsons. Appropriate hugs, handshakes and kind words were exchanged.

Ms. Parsons seemed about 35 years old; she was dressed in capri pants and a blouse that was unbuttoned above her navel. The valley between her braless D-cup tits was on display. A pixie haircut and tight derriere helped her seem youthful.

“Please come in,” she said after introductions. “I have someone I want you to meet.”

Ms. Parsons escorted the Hamiltons into the main sitting room. Two adult women and a teenage girl waited. They rose when the Hamiltons entered. Ms. Parsons introduced everyone. The older McDonalds -- Anne and Jessica -- were married to each other. Their adopted daughter Abigail looked to be about 16, only a dozen years younger than her mothers.

Abigail smiled, but she was shy and soft-spoken. She wore a simple shift dress, apparently without a bra. The hair on the sides of her head was trimmed closely, and she had a bull-ring nose piercing. A rhinestone choker with a D-ring at the front circled her throat.

Fifteen-year-old Marcie was mildly intimidated and still unsure why she was here. Would she and Abigail make love with each other? That could be nice.

Ms. Parsons invited them to sit. The McDonalds were on one sofa whiled the Hamiltons faced them from another. Everyone engaged in small talk about the weather and the drive to the Parsons’ estate.

A server offered beverages and snacks, some of which were spiked for the girls to lower their inhibitions. Lori subtly partook of the spiked refreshments for the same reason.

As Marcie relaxed, Gram began to tell everyone about her granddaughter’s vulva as casually as if she were discussing the holidays. “Her mother removes her pubic hair with an IPL, and she’s as smooth as when she was 5,” the grandmother bragged. “It’s so cute.”

“Show the McDonalds,” Lori said. “Let them see your bare pussy.”

Marcie was embarrassed, but she pulled the hem of her skirt to her waist and spread her knees slightly. “No, spread them more,” Gram said. “Let everyone see that you look like a little girl down there. And best of all, she’s still completely fuckable.”

Gram looked at the McDonalds and said “grown men go crazy when they see girls like this. It’s hard to control them.”

“I understand why,” said Anne McDonald. “I’m having trouble controlling myself. That’s as hot as fire. It would be like making love to someone much younger.”

For the McDonalds, it was time to reciprocate. With Abigail between them, each parent reached for a knee, pulling her willing legs apart to show her fuck center to the Hamiltons. At 16, their daughter had a respectable tuft of hair above her slit, but her lips were smooth. Her clit hood peeked through the outer lips.

Ms. Parsons praised both girls for their beautiful cunts. She told them it was a privilege to be a girl and to have a pussy to share with others. “Our cunts aren’t just for copulation with men. Anyone can lick your cunt or play with it. You can show your pussy to others. I hope you’ve been playing with your pussy for a months or years now. I could go on and on.

“Our pussies are our private treasures, and we enjoy our treasures most when we share them. I hope you’ll both share your beautiful bodies freely in the future. For now, however, I want you to share your masturbation with us,” Ms. Parsons said. “You both have such beautiful pussies, and I’m sure we’d all enjoy watching you pleasure yourselves.”

Sixteen-year-old Abigail responded quickly, sliding her fingers into her twat. Marcie hesitated but followed in kind once she saw the older girl.

“Mothers, expose your daughters’ boobies while they masturbate. Let’s see their tits,” Ms. Parsons said.

Lori pulled Marcie’s crop top above her titty bumps, and Abigail’s mom exposed her daughter’s boobies. Abigail’s B-cup breasts easily exceeded Marcie’s little A-cups, and the older girl’s nipples were noticeably larger. The girls stared at each other while they rubbed themselves, and the adults watched both of them.

They began to propel each other, one girl’s rising passion exciting the other girl even more. Abigail’s legs were wide open thanks to her mothers, and her aroused cunt was visibly leaking. Marcie scooted down on her sofa and spread her legs farther, not for access to her clitty but to present a more brazen display to Abigail and her family.

Orgasms rose in the two girls. Abigail closed her eyes and moaned. Marcie stared at Abigail and quietly let spasms wrack her body. Together they came.

Fortunately for posterity, all of the parents consented in advance for the event to be recorded. Three hidden cameras captured the event, and a pro would produce an edited version.

Ms. Parsons allowed the adolescents to calm down from their cums but made them keep their legs apart and their cunts exposed while they did. Marcie’s parents stared at Abigail’s obscene spread.

A young woman in her early 20s entered. She wore a tight sheath dress that stopped just below her bottom. “It’s time, Abigail. Go with the handler,” Anne McDonald told her daughter.

The handler had a thin leash in one hand and extended the other to Abigail, who turned left and right to kiss her mothers. “We love you,” Jessica said. “Be brave.”

“You’ll be fine,” Anne added. “We’re proud of you, and we love you.”

The girl looked down as if in doubt and took a deep breath but then lifted her eyes to meet the handler’s. Abigail rose and accepted the proffered hand. Olivia clipped the leash to the D-ring at Abigail’s neck and led the 16-year-old from the room silently.

Marcie was speechless. She hadn’t known the girl for an hour, but they’d already masturbated together. She hoped nothing bad would happen to her new companion, but she was anxious. She watched Olivia lead Abigail from the room, the latter’s svelte hips capturing many an eye as she exited.

“She’s wanted this intensely for a year or two, but it’s still a big step,” Jessica McDonald said of her daughter. “She knows that once it happens, she can’t undo it. It will be part of her for the rest of her life. So even though it will fulfill her dark desire, she’s still anxious. No one can be 100 percent about something like this.”

The mother’s comments merely added to the mystery for Marcie. She couldn’t imagine Abigail’s fate.

Ms. Parsons suggested it was a good time to powder noses, etc. before heading to the theater. Marcie took advantage of the opportunity to refresh herself and rejoined the others. Lori told Marcie to remove her crop top, which mom threw onto a nearby table. Marcie’s boobies were on display.

Ms. Parsons led them down a wide hallway. Marcie was surprised when they reached a dozen more people mingling around a buffet and a self-service bar. She didn’t realize so many were at this end of the enormous house. She froze at the thought they would see her exposed titties until she realized that two more teen girls were topless. She didn’t see Abigail.

The host mingled with her guests, kissing many on the lips and groping a few. It was common for guests to fondle Ms. Parsons’ breasts or bottom as she passed among them. Strangers approached Marcie to compliment her little boobies. No one suggested they would grow or should be bigger. It was unqualified appreciation for her titty bumps just as they were, and she was proud. Her pussy moistened as a result.

Ms. Parsons led everyone into a small theater with raked luxury seating for about two dozen overlooking a small stage.

The host and the McDonalds sat on the front row. Marcie and her parents were behind them with Lori on the aisle. Nearly all of the other seats were filled.

Lights dimmed, and a large TV screen descended from the fly tower to fill the spectators’ view. The room darkened, and a video began with Abigail’s mother Anne, whom Marcie met earlier, speaking to the camera. “Abigail was always fascinated by her pussy. It seems like she began to pay it close attention when she was, well, I shouldn’t say...

“She was always looking at it and rubbing, and we didn’t discourage her. We let her explore and enjoy herself.”

The scene shifted to photos of a naked Abigail in the backyard kiddie pool, in the bathtub, in her bed and elsewhere. Often she had her finger in her slit or she was looking down at her sex. Some shots were a demure Abigail with her legs together. For other photos, she was a little exhibitionist, opening them and pulling her lips open.

The audience oohed and clapped lightly at the first photo of Abigail’s nascent boobies. The photographer had to shoot from the side for the little titty bumps to be noticeable their first time, but they were clearly coming on. Several months and photos later was a closeup of the first pubic hair on her girlish quim; again the audience expressed approval.

Anne continued to narrate the video, describing Abigail’s sexual explorations by herself and with peers. Her parents gave her a set of vaginal dilators to help her along, and within six weeks she showed them she could insert the largest one.

Jessica McDonald talked on the video about teaching Abigail to orgasm, and the video switched to footage of daughter and both mothers side by side in bed with Abigail in the middle. Her moms began to masturbate and encouraged her to do the same. Within 10 minutes, all three had cum. “That was her first orgasm,” Anne said as the narration resumed.

Christmas and birthdays sometimes included a new sex toy, which Abigail would use in front of her mothers. She loved to cum for them.

The rest of the video included scenes from sleepovers that featured Abigail and friends, nearly always naked and often exploring sexually. A bevy of teen boobs and pussies were featured as girls touched and licked themselves and each other.

“This is when we all began to realize that Abigail is lesbian,” Anne said on the video. “Jessica and I didn’t really try to influence her beyond being positive and affirming as she explored her thoughts and feelings. She discovered the idea of feminist separatism on the Internet. She didn’t get that from us,” Anne said with a light chuckle.

The video transitioned to Abigail talking about her sexuality and how much she loved sex with women and girls. “I’ve got nothing against guys,” she said, “but they just don’t turn me on. And I’m good with that.”

Then, with a long pause, she added, “so I’m technically still a virgin.”

And then she described her ultimate fantasy. She trembled while describing her intense longing for it to come true. The video closed with a scene of Abigail masturbating to orgasm with her fingers.

The dark theater was silent, and the TV screen rose toward the ceiling. The room remained pitch black for several seconds until lights slowly rose to a soft level.

In the middle of the stage, Abigail was naked on her hands and knees and secured to a padded bench. Her wrists and thighs were bound to the bench legs with supple leather. A leather belt crossed her back and attached to the sides of the bench to help hold her in place.

The bench was especially designed to let a girl’s tits hang free, and Abigail’s B-cups hung beautifully and visibly. From behind, her aroused puffy labia confirmed she was ready to be mated.

A television hanging behind Abigail -- smaller than the first one -- came to life with the image from a camera on the floor in front of the girl. It would show her facial expressions while her fantasy became real. Microphones would share the sound.

Olivia emerged from a wing, still smartly dressed as she’d been when she took Abigail away. She approached Abigail from behind; the 16-year-old couldn’t look back. Olivia knelt behind the girl with a vibrating wand. She pressed it to Abigail’s sex from below.

Abigail was hyper sexual by nature, and she was on the verge of realizing her biggest fantasy. The wand worked its magic in less than a minute, and the girl wailed while her body shook. Olivia’s task was to make sure Abigail was wet and swollen for her lover. She pushed the wand against the youngster’s sex again and held it firm for several minutes until the girl threw her head back and mewled while another cum consumed her.

Olivia set the wand on a nearby table.

She walked offstage, leaving Abigail panting and alone for several minutes. When Olivia returned, she held the leash of a well-behaved adult male Doberman Pinscher. Abigail’s fantasy was about to come true. The virgin 16-year-old would be deflowered by a horny male dog.

Marcie’s mind was reeling. Even though Abigail talked about it in the video, realizing she was about to witness it caused Marcie’s heart to skip.