Chapter 8: Combinations

When she woke the next morning, Claudia realized little butterfly kisses were coming all over her face and lips.

“Morning, Lucy, this is different.”

“It’s me, once A, now X. I’m cuddling with you this morning, my future mother-in-law. I’m going to start calling you Mom; I hope that’s alright.”

“OK, sure. But where is Lucy?”

“She’s over in Ben’s room. Until she gets back, I wanted to have sex with you myself. Is that a problem?”

“Um, no. I guess I need to teach you.”

“Let’s try and see how it goes. After all, I know what my own pussy likes. Spread your legs for me. Mm. Lovely.”

Claudia’s smell surprised her but did not bother her nose. She started licking the protruding folds and sliding her tongue up and down on each side of Claudia’s inner lips. After a few moments, her tongue was feeling a new firmness at the top, where the inner lips joined together over her clit.

The bump was large—bigger than she anticipated. For a moment, she pulled back to take a look. Now that Claudia was aroused, her clit was poking out, like a child’s fingertip or a glass marble. Also obvious: her vagina was very wet with her natural lubrication.

Xena put her hand between her almost mother-in-law’s legs, palm up. Two fingers went inside and curled, so her fingertips could push into the front wall of the vagina and stimulate Claudia’s clit from behind.

Closing her lips over the swollen nub, Xena sucked and tongued as if she were nursing milk from a mother’s nipple. That’s when Claudia started to lose control, scratching and clutching at the mattress while pleasure ravaged her body.

Claudia could only tolerate a minute or two of this attention before groaning and climaxing, releasing more of her natural lubrication onto the girl’s fingers and palm.

Meanwhile, in Ben’s room, he watched closely as Lucy paced around the bed, almost stalking him. Then she crawled up onto the mattress with a predatory smile. In his mind, a scene from nature played: a ferocious lioness circling a wounded impala or antelope.

Then Lucy ducked her head and inhaled his cock. She coated him liberally with her spit, then moved up to straddle his prone body with her knees on each side of his waist. Eager and without asking permission, she lined him up and sank down until he was completely enveloped with an enthusiastic grunt.

This was his second pussy ever, and he realized it shared genetics with his girlfriend’s slick tunnel. The feeling was different, but just as exciting. She was looser, not as wet, but then she seemed to concentrate, and suddenly his cock was tightly gripped inside her.

“Wow! Lucy, was that on purpose?”

“Of course. I know how to excite you, Ben. Here, suck on my big tits.”