Ribecca, Debra and Jessica - Sex Stories

Ribecca, Debra and Jessica

... her eyes when their lips touched. Something was going on here, but exactly what it was, she did not know. She still felt strange, uncomfortable, somehow, and found that she wanted to stare at the two women together. Fortunately they disengaged and went through to the kitchen. She trooped back to her room and the romance novel she was reading. Not much later aunt Ricky called her for dinner. As they ate Jessica sat looking at them. They sat opposite each other, but between bites Ricky would touch Debra's hand, or Debra would reach for Ricky's. She made as if she didn't notice, but a while into the dinner she realized Debra's feet were playing with Ricky's beneath the table. The tense excitement that had been bothering her since the bikini shop flared again. After dinner Debra and Ricky sat down on the couch and Jessica volunteered to do the dishes. When she was done she walked by and Debra and Ricky were still talking. Debra smiled at her and she bade them good night, then took a quick shower and got into bed. Much later she started awake. At first she was unsure as to what had awoken her. She lay quiet, listening. There it was again. A moan. It sounded like Aunt Ricky's voice. What was going on? She slipped her legs out of bed, the night air cool on her skin. She d****d her gown about her, then stalked to her door, listening. She heard the moan again, then someone talking, then another moan. Carefully, she cracked open her door, listened. The sounds were coming from Ricky's ...

... room. Jessica was curious – this had to do with Debra. Glancing out the window, she saw the other woman's red compact was still parked outside in the moonlight. Later she realized she should have probably gone back to her room, pulled the covers over her head and just ignored everything. But at that moment, curiosity, mingled with that tense excitement again, drove her forward. She tiptoed to Aunt Ricky's door. The sounds inside continued, soft, rhymic moans. What was going on in there? Very, very carefully, she pushed down on the latch, knowing she probably should NOT be doing it, but unable to stop, immensely curious. She carefully opened the door, peered inside. The room was dark, and the sounds were louder now. It was her Aunt Ricky, moaning steadily, whispering something. Jessica couldn't see clearly, some moonlight made the room half-dark, but still too dark to really discern any shapes clearly. Bars of moonlight dappled the bed. She had realized by now what she was hearing, yet a perverse kind of undeniable curiosity drew her forward. The tense, pleasant tightness in her legs and belly was back. They were in bed. Together. Debra and Aunt Ricky. Aunt Ricky became quiet, then suddenly again a low, shuddering gasp. She was saying the same thing over and over. “Oh Deb... Oh Deb... Oh Debbie... Oh Deb...” Her voice was strange, wracked with something that sounded like pain. Only it very much wasn't. Jessica's eyes had adjusted a little by now. Two naked bodies writhed on the ...