Chapter 34: Sarah and Debbie

I knocked softly on Nicky and Randi’s door ten minutes later. I didn’t want to wake the others.

“Come in,” I heard a female voice call out, so I eased open the door. The room was packed. I stopped and stared as I quickly took it all in.

Nicky and Randi were there, along with Jenny, Julie, Grace, Candy, and Mandy. The surprise was finding Sarah and Debbie there as well.

“Okay, I give,” I told them without reading them. “What’s going on?”

It was Sarah who answered.

“Michael, I first want to say thank you for what you did for me this morning. You already know how confused and guilt-ridden I was. But at the time, I didn’t realize how special you really are. You seemed to know exactly what I needed, even though I didn’t.”

She paused before continuing. Seven anxious faces looked to her. Even without my gift, I could sense the sexual tension in the air. Still, I refrained from reading them.

“I’ll admit, I was angry and mortified when I found out you had shared my private fantasies with my daughters and my mother. But we had a very long talk, all of us, about fantasies in general, guilt, and my bad attitude. Truthfully, Debbie and I should have talked with the girls before now, but anyway, I think we got it all out in the open,” she sighed.

“Go on, Mom, ask him,” urged Julie.

“What we would like to ask you, is ... if you would use your special talents again?” Sarah asked. “You see, what the girls sensed this morning was rather extreme and a little lopsided. Or maybe I should say incomplete. They need to know that there is more to sex than raw pounding, and more to fantasies than whips and chains. We, Debbie and I, want them to see that there is a gentler, more normal side to sex. Sort of the opposite of what you did this morning with me.”

I had a general idea of where this was headed, and was tempted to scan them to see whom they had picked, but I refrained. This was too much fun just watching it play out, and I didn’t want to spoil what they had planned by jumping ahead.

“So let me get this straight,” I said. “You want me to read one of you, and then give you the erotic sexual experience you need, while the others tap into the experience, so to speak?”

“Yeah!” said Candy and Mandy together.

“And you both are OK with this?” I asked Sarah and Debbie.

Sarah said, “Yes!” emphatically. Debbie just nodded.

I could see that along with her sisters and cousins, Randi was now wearing panties. That just left Nicky and Grace not on their periods and I knew Grace wasn’t protected. I also knew how much Nicky loved to be watched. After considering all of this for another moment I finally agreed.

With seven pairs of teenage titties staring me in the face, not to mention the two pair of adult mammaries, Little Mike could no longer contain his enthusiasm.

“See!” said Julie. “I told you he would!” she said, referring to my stiffening manhood. They all giggled.

“And how do you propose we go about this?” I asked. I knew they must have a plan.

It was Sarah who answered again.

“They want to see and experience it all. We thought we’d ask you to just start at the beginning, and take them all the way through ... uh ... a typical sexual experience.”

“And you want me to let the rest of the girls feel what she is ... ah, experiencing, right?” I clarified.

“Well, maybe what you both are experiencing if that’s possible?” Sarah asked, arching her eyebrows in question.

“I haven’t really tried that before, but what if I just let Nicky feel me and they can see it through her eyes?” I suggested.

“I don’t know...” Sarah hesitated. Nicky giggled and I suddenly sensed a misstep on my part. The temptation to read them was great, but still I refrained. “I’ve gone this far without reading them; I don’t want to mess it up now!” I thought.

“He hasn’t read any of us yet!” Julie said. “He doesn’t know!”

The girls all giggled. Leave it to Julie to pick up on my thoughts.

“Here, read this,” Sarah said. It was a note, on Twin Springs stationary. It was sealed and had my name on the front.

So it was going to be Debbie! Not one of the younger girls. The room was deathly quiet as I laid the note on the dresser and scanned for Jeff. He and John had actually moved to one of the twin rooms in the unfinished wing, and he was right. He was asleep.

I looked at Debbie. She lowered her head slightly, but continued to look at me, a plea in her eyes. I read her.

There were a lot of similarities between her and Sarah. Enough so that Debbie had gotten off on what happened to Sarah and had to recover before she could join her this morning. Since then, her motor had been humming with desire. When they had hatched this scheme, it really red-lined.

But, as the time drew closer, she became filled with doubt and fear. She doubted she could do this with an audience, no matter how much she wanted to for her daughters. Debbie had always been the shy one of the pair. It had always been Sarah who was the outgoing one, whereas Debbie just followed along. A lot like Candy and Mandy, and Julie and Jenny too.

Debbie was also much more conscious of the difference in our ages. She was genuinely worried I would not find her attractive because of her age.

“Do most women have this much insecurity about men finding them attractive?” I wondered to myself.

“Yes. We do!” Catherine answered in my mind. I was surprised she had heard my thoughts, even though she was not in the room.

“I sense our connection is growing stronger, Michael. That little stunt you pulled this morning is just an example of how strong you are getting. We need to talk about you shielding your thoughts. But that’s for another day. Right now, Debbie needs to know you find her attractive and desirable. I don’t know for sure, but I gather that Jeff’s libido has waned somewhat, as well,” Catherine explained.

“Thank you, Catherine,” I thought. “You are fast becoming my ground in this new life. I will do my best to give her what she needs. Good night.”

“Good night, Michael. I think I am going to enjoy what you are about to do very much. Debbie is a good girl, and she deserves this, even if she doesn’t think so,” Catherine giggled.

I opened my eyes and looked at Debbie. She bowed her head again. The girls watched us, with breathless anticipation.

“Debbie, can you hear me?” I thought to her. “You don’t have to speak, just think and I will hear you.”

“Y-yes,” she stammered in her mind.

“This is just for us. The others can’t hear us right now. I want to talk with just you for a moment. Okay?” I thought to her.

“Okay,” she thought back.

“Do you know what Jeff wrote?” I thought to her.

“No. I know what he told me,” she replied. “He said I should go for it or I would always wonder. He also said it would be the best thing for Candy and Mandy and the other girls. To learn what they should expect from a guy.”

“And how do you feel? “ I asked her. “I haven’t scanned you yet, because I want you to tell me,”

“I’m not sure. When you were ... you know, doing Sarah this morning, it was one of the most erotic things I have ever felt. I’ve known that the guilt and stuff was eating her alive, and I think I knew she had a desire to be taken. But I don’t think I want to be tied up. And I know I don’t want to be spanked. And while I think you are a sexy young guy, I know I’m not so young anymore and I don’t see how you could want an old woman like me with all these young girls sitting here, naked,” she told me with a trace of sadness. She was letting it out. And when I didn’t interrupt her, Debbie just kept letting it out.

“I mean, I think I’m still somewhat attractive,” she continued. “But ... well, Jeff doesn’t seem to respond to me like he used to. Oh, we still have sex. Even though it’s usually painful for me. But still, it seems we’ve lost the fire, or maybe the passion in our sex life. Don’t get me wrong. I love him, and he’s a good father to the girls. But by the time we do all the things we have to do every day, with our careers and family and taking the girls to basketball and volleyball and all, well, it seems that we just don’t have much time or energy left over for us.”

I still remained silent. The girls were getting uneasy, not sure what was going on.

“When you gave Sarah what she wanted, no, what she needed this morning, and it was so good, I guess I was a little jealous. So when they came up with this idea, I decided to ask Jeff. And when he said yes, I guess I was torn. I was a little disappointed he said yes, and at the same time, excited that you might make me feel something I haven’t felt in a long time,” Debbie paused, as if making up her mind.

Finally, she continued.

“So if Jeff doesn’t care if I screw my nephew to show my daughters what great sex should be, then I say let’s do it! Let’s show them how to really do it right!”

And with that, Debbie stood. Then wrapping me in her arms, she reached up on her tiptoes to kiss me. It was a soul-wrenching kiss as she attempted to bury the pain of her husband not wanting her, and instead channeled all her pent up passion into that kiss. When we finally broke the kiss, I think I was sweating, it was that hot.

“You ready?” I asked. She just looked at me with a gleam in her eye, like a tiger, eyeing its dinner. I opened a channel to share what we were feeling to the girls and Sarah. And Catherine, of course.

“Wow! You’re so-o hot, Mom!” Mandy thought, as our sexual emotions were suddenly being shared by seven young libidos.

But Debbie didn’t hear it. I was keeping this a one-way channel for right now. I focused all my concentration on Debbie as I read her. I had scanned her deeply while she spoke to me earlier and discovered her needs were a dichotomy. She wanted passion, and she wanted compassion. She wanted to let loose with wild abandon and she wanted tenderness and respect.

She was only about 5’-5” or so and having decided how I would handle this, I reached for her, and wrapped my arms around her. Her arms went around my neck as our lips met, and I lifted her and just twirled her around in a kind of lazy, slow dance step, only her feet never touched the floor. I fed her with my now considerable passion, stoking her fires of desire.

She had committed herself to this demonstration for the sake of her daughters and nieces. I was about to find out that when Debbie committed herself to something, she threw her heart and soul into it. From the tips of her toes to the tiptop of her beautiful blond head, she poured her desire for me into her kisses.

She was a tiger, all right. As she broke the kiss, she began planting little kisses all over my face and neck. The kisses turned to nibbles as she touched every sensitive area I had that she could reach with her lips and teeth. The nibbles became little bites, and then she was sucking hard on my neck, alternating occasionally between more kisses and nibbles. My own desires soared.

“I’m gonna have one hell of a hickey tomorrow, but damn! I don’t care. She’s fantastic!” I thought. I had forgotten about our audience.

“What’s a hickey?” I suddenly heard Candy ask Mandy. However, Sarah’s quick “Sh-h-h,” ended that minor interruption.

Debbie purred. I mean actually purred like a tiger then, as she lifted her arms straight up in the air. I let her slide gently through my arms until her feet touched the floor again. She didn’t move away though, simply melting into a small form as she rested on her haunches, her head now level with my pulsing manhood. She began again with the kisses and shortly the nibbles too. Then pausing a moment to look up, she locked her eyes on mine, and without breaking eye contact, she devoured my cock.

“Holy shit! This is phenomenal!” I thought loudly.

Debbie grinned and one of her twins groaned. Debbie knew that this whole show was supposed to be for her daughters. When she paused, breaking eye contact with me to look at her daughters, I was caught by surprise as she kept her eyes on them as she proceeded to swallow my entire length down her throat.

“Ahaaa...” I moaned. This was, without a doubt, the most exquisite feeling I had ever had in both lifetimes, and my first-ever deep throat. And with her eyes locked on mine, she once more descended on my member, her throat muscles squeezing me deliciously.

It was Jenny squealing, “He’s cumming!” that got my attention. I was so lost in the sensation of Debbie’s throat wrapped around my cock, I hadn’t even realized I was cumming. But Debbie pulled back to take the first shot in her mouth, then stroking my cock with her hand, she allowed me to finish as she aimed my spurting cock to paint her breasts with the rest of my cum.

When she released me, my knees were actually weak. As I offered my hand to raise her up, she turned not towards me, but to her twin sister. Then, opening her mouth so the girls could see she hadn’t swallowed yet, she kissed her sister, Sarah. It was a scorching kiss with lots of tongue, and when they both turned to face the girls, my cum was on both their tongues now. They finished their little naughty demonstration by swallowing at the same time.

There were seven simultaneous gasps as the girls realized what their moms were doing, and seven young pussies suddenly became very wet!

“Mom!” Julie cried. “What...?”

“It’s called ‘snowballing’,” Sarah told her daughter as she smacked her lips. “Yummy!”

Now, it was MY turn. I picked Debbie up and laid her gently on the double bed.

Mandy was sitting on the other side and scooted closer to the far edge, giving us more room. Julie and Randi knelt at the edge, inches away. Candy, Grace, and Nicky closed in on the other side as I positioned myself over Debbie. I lowered myself to cover her, my semi-hard cock nestled between her legs. Jenny and Sarah closed the circle around the bed, each anxious to see what came next.

Slowly, I lowered my lips and kissed her neck tenderly.

“Thank you for the most fantastic orgasm I have ever had!” I thought to her as I nibbled the line of her jaw from her ear to her lips. Then I kissed her deeply with all the appreciation I had in me, for what she had done.

I could taste some of the residue from cumming in her mouth a few moments before as I probed her mouth deeply with my tongue. Somehow, she knew that I was experiencing that taste for the first time. She smiled as we broke the kiss.

“You’re welcome! Now, do me good, STUD! Let’s show ‘em how to do it right!”

I kissed the tiger again, feeding her my passion now. Then I proceeded to kiss every inch of her face, and neck and upper chest, finally kissing through the valley of her cleavage to her nipples standing straight up and hard as diamonds. I licked one, then sucked it tenderly into my mouth and began to nurse like a baby. She let loose a long, low moan as it seemed to light the fuse of her passion. This was it! This was what she wanted.

As the feelings coursed through her, the girls were staring in rapt attention, their eyes searching out every detail, while licking their lips in anticipation.

I switched to her other teat, nursing hard enough to draw any milk that might come. But alas, she hadn’t begun lactating yet. Her moans had not stopped, but as I finally let her nipple go with a little snap, she whined. She wanted more. I trailed my lips and tongue further down, stopping to explore her bellybutton. She started groaning again, so I moved on down until I got to the hair covering her jewel box.

“Use your fingers and spread your lips for me,” I instructed, verbally so the girls could hear. Debbie reached down and parted her engorged labia pulling them wide. I touched her with just the tip of my tongue, running it up and down her canal gently, barely brushing her swollen lips. She growled, low in her throat and then began to purr.

One of the things I had sensed in Debbie was her tremendous sensitivity in the area all around her vagina. Her limited experiences with cunnilingus had been much too rough for her to enjoy. She had never experienced the thrill of having her pussy savored like an epicurean delight.

So I savored it by swirling my tongue around her now prominent clit, which stood dramatically above its hood, like a tiny cherry on the world’s most delicious sundae. The sounds coming from her throat were low, choking growls, as if she was trying to keep them from escaping, only to have one slip out. She began rotating her hips from side to side, moving the contact point of my tongue on her clit to bring her greater pleasure, but never thrusting upwards, trying for more.