"Great, then you have a job." To Sarah, Sue said, "That's all there is, Sarah.
You're sucking on a dry hole. Maybe Heather has some for you."
They disengaged and rolled apart. Sarah advanced on Heather on her knees. When she arrived, she didn't ask, she pushed Heather's legs onto the armrests and glued her mouth to the slit, right over the urethra, using her tongue tip to tickle the piss hole. Sue sat on the rear portion of the chair's left arm and laid her right arm over Heather's shoulder, looking into the crotch getting sucked.
Sue said, "Relax, Heather. Let it flow. Just close your eyes and pretend you're on the pottie."
Heather couldn't relax, not with Sarah Brewer sucking on her beaver. She couldn't believe Sarah Brewer was actually between her legs, sucking on her pussy, expecting piss, but she clearly was and showing signs of frustration.
Having her pussy sucked was nothing new, but it was still novel enough to feel new each time it happened. The painters and especially the lesbian paper hangers, got a big charge out of grabbing her, turning her upside-down, sucking a cum from her, then setting her on her feet to watch her stumble and fall.
Relaxing was out of the question.
She could barely hold still.
Sarah looked to Sue for help and Sue tilted Heather's face to her own and said,
"Sweetheart, relax. Sarah is a guest in our home. Piss in her mouth. She wants you to piss. Give her what she wants."
Heather closed her eyes and pretended she was sitting on a cold toilet, but that wasn't working, not with a soft, warm mouth sucking on her cunt and silky-soft hair caressing her inner thighs. She pictured Harold. That worked.
Piss flowed freely seconds later and the mouth on her pussy came alive trying to keep up.
Heather opened her eyes to watch the last half of her bladder empty, awed by the sight of Sarah sucking and swallowing like a thirsty dyke. It was all so unreal, but so utterly thrilling.
Her mother hugged Heather's left cheek to her right breast and told her she was a good girl. Unreal. And then she fed the erect nipple into Heather's mouth.
Heather opened wide and sucked it in, looking up at her mother's face like a nursing infant.
Sue held the tit and Heather's head, smiled, and said, "You're going to be an excellent slut for Mommy, aren't you, Heather?"
Heather nodded with the tit in her sucking mouth.
Sarah was now sucking pussy for the sake of sucking pussy. Sue watched the suck job for a few moments, then fed Heather the other tit, saying, "Sarah wants your girl cum, now. You'll make her a good batch of slimy girl cum to suck out of your virgin fuck hole, won't you, dear?" Heather nodded hard. "It is still a virgin fuck hole, isn't it?" Again, Heather nodded.
Sue smiled big. She brushed hair from Heather's eyes and said, "You're making Mommy very horny. I'm going to do something very nasty. Would you like me to do something very nasty, sweetheart?"
Heather took her mouth off the tit to say, "YES!"
Sue laughed, got up, and climbed onto the chair in reverse, placing her knees on the armrests behind Heather's legs, putting her ass in Heather's face, settling her head to Heather's loins where she kissed Sarah.
The backward push of her mother's ass pushed the recliner to the recline position. Heather attacked her mother's pussy like a lesbian bred for the muff.
Sue broke the kiss to say to Sarah, "My daughter is licking my pussy. Are you happy now?"
"Yes, very. She's also delicious. Care for a lick of daughter pussy?"
"Don't mind if I do."
Sue licked all through Heather's splayed slit under Sarah's fascinated gaze, then she paused to smile, saying, "You really love this shit, don't you?"
"I fucking adore it. I have to go watch Heather do you. Suck her cunt and make her cum."
Sarah got up and knelt at the side of the chair to bring her face alongside Heather's. Heather noted the company with a side glance. Sarah smiled and said,
"Do you like licking your mother's pussy, Heather?"
Heather gave the slit a long, deep lap then looked to Heather, smiled, and said, "Yes. Am I doing it right?"
"Let me see you lick deep inside the hole you emerged from almost sixteen years ago. See if you can reach her womb, the womb you grew in."
Heather pressed her face in tight and sent her tongue in as deeply as she could while watching Sarah's reaction.
Sarah's face lit up with excitement as she said, "Oh, yes, lick deep in your mother's cunt, Heather. Oh, yes, you're a very good daughter. Tongue fuck her pussy. Let me see your tongue.
Oh yes, that's a nice long tongue. Fuck your mother with it… ummm, yes, I know she's loving that. You're a good mother fucker for a girl.
You keep that pace up, you'll make her cum and then her pussy will get slimy gooey. You'd like that, wouldn't you… umm, yes, Mommy cum. Suck her clit and make her cum. Suck it hard."
Heather followed Sarah's instructions and so did her mother. They came together in mutual explosive orgasms, then lay spent. Sarah didn't let them come down slowly. There was slut slime that needed to be sucked. She went from one end of the sixty-nine to the other to see that all the slut slime was effectively sucked into mouths and swallowed.
Heather quickly caught on to Sarah's kink and gave her the performance she lusted after, acting famished for her mother's vaginal secretions, fascinated and in-love with her mother's pussy. Sue did likewise for Heather, and together, they thrilled the fuck out of the professional cheerleader who cheered them on professionally.
When they were done, Sue got up and pulled Heather to her feet to strip her.
Sarah helped and when her tits came in view, Sarah sucked the left, Sue sucked the right. Heather watched the adults nurse on her C-cup titties that no one had ever sucked before the month of May. By early June, nursing adults seemed to be their sole purpose. She loved nursing adults, liked to pretend she was feeding them, and feeding two at once was the ultimate. If two more began sucking on the holes between her legs as was often the case, she felt like a buffet at a pedophile banquet.
Heather found this delightful, but not nearly as delightful as when Sarah dropped to her pussy and her mother went to her ass and the two tongues met inside her body with just a thin membrane separating them; there, they danced like mating eels sending electric tingles up and down Heather's quivering young body. She never imagined sex would be this thrilling. She had a lot to learn and two dedicated teachers.
Heather thought about all the years she wasted masturbating when she could have been a slut at the age of eight if she'd just plopped down and watched that first guy screw her mother, or at least the first dog. It seemed to her that all it took was a show of interest. She was interested at the age eight.
She just never showed it.
In three hours, they taught her all there was to learn about lesbian lovemaking to include pee sports. Downing a twelve-pack of Lone Star beer between them gave them plenty of ammo, and Heather was one weighted-down, soggy bitch. They took pictures, two packs, twenty in all. By the time her father arrived home, Heather had a piss-bloated belly and sore jaws, a pussy so sensitive she couldn't cross her legs, and a sore asshole from repeated fucking (simulated lesbian rapes, actually) from a strap-on dildos. She'd been slapped silly, bound and beaten with belts and such; still, though she felt raped, used, misused, and abused, she was glad she showed interest.
Her father seemed to detect a sexual radiance that wasn't there the day before.
He kept telling her how cute and sexy she was. He also stared at her tits and crotch with X-ray eyes like Harold has. He was acting very strangely, but Heather ate up the new attention she received whenever her mother turned her back or left the room. It didn't take long before they were swapping spit like lovers and getting caught because they couldn't stop.
He arrived home at seven and by nine they were snuggled together on the sofa watching a dumb black and white movie, having been severely chastised and wet from having ice water thrown on them. Heather took most of it and went to change into her nightie but left off the matching panties. The nightie wasn't see-thru but it was sheer and without a bra and no panties, it was quite revealing. She didn't think her mother would object after what they'd done, and by this time, she knew her father would like to see more of her body.
She was a bit nervous about coming out wearing only the nightie, no slippers, bra, or panties. The nightie was too short, the hem just barely covering the lower swells of her ass cheeks. The top, held up by thin shoulder straps, came down almost to the nipples and if she leaned forward, showed her entire chest to anyone at a higher eye level. To wear such a thing all by itself was so unlike her and to do so after so much intimacy was a brazen act lost on no one.
Now, there was a lot more bare skin to touch if he dared.
Heather bravely entered the living room where her father sat on the sofa flipping through channels and her mother sat in the recliner reading a magazine. They both looked up on seeing Heather and their eyes followed her newly revealed intimate flesh as she passed by making Heather feel very self conscious, making her blush. She hurriedly plopped down beside her father where she had unplopped herself minutes earlier.