Ribecca, Debra and Jessica - Sex Stories

Ribecca, Debra and Jessica

... bed, one moving rhythmically, the other laying still below, receiving. Both were stark naked, pale skin visible. Both were undeniably women. Oh my god... Debra was... thrusting? Into Ricky? How? She had no... Jessica was torn. Everything screamed to turn away, not to look, to close the door and go back to her room and forget she ever saw... this. She was seeing better now. Aunt Ricky was below, legs wrapped around Debra who was on top. They were kissing. Somehow Debra was penetrating aunt Ricky, and as she drew back for a longer thrust Jessica saw she was wearing some kind of girdle over her slim hips, mounting a kind of thing on the front over her mound which was shaped like... oh my. Moments later she thrust her hips down hard and Aunt Ricky sighed and moaned again as the fake penis sank into her. Debra steadied into a rocking motion, round buttocks heaving up and down, breathing quickly, then biting one of Aunt Ricky's breasts. Jessica was desperately afraid they'd see her, or realize she was in the room with them. She needn't have worried. “Do you like it Ribecca? Do you like it when I fuck you?” It was Debra, her voice hoarse, low, mannish, whispering. “Yes, oh yes... yes yes yes! Oh Deb... yes Deb... Debbie... Fuck me.. FUCK my pussy... -Fuck- it...” At last her sense of self preservation and self-disgust at intruding on something this private overcame her curiosity. She tried to back out of the room... and tripped. Her ankle hooked on the low hem of her nightgown, ...

... tripped walking backwards, and went tumbling into the hall, landing with a crash. Someone screamed, a shout of surprise and she instantly knew she had been discovered. She scrambled up, ran to the door of her room, slipped inside. Oh. My. God. She hardly slept that night. She dreaded the morning, and having to face Aunt Ricky. Somehow she nodded off, and later, half asl**p, she heard Debra's car start up and leave. Eventually, with it already well morning, Aunt Ricky knocked at the door. “Jess? Can I come in? We have to talk.” “I guess.” Aunt Ricky opened the door. She was clearly uncomfortable. So was Jessica. “Honey I – we...” she stuttered into silence. “It's okay Aunt Ricky... Really. It was my fault.” “No it wasn't we should have locked the door...” “I shouldn't have come in there.” “W-why did you? Honey I'm not angry.” Jessica found she was blushing, but it was tinged with something – something hot and dangerous that made her heart hammer in her chest. “You... you were... making noise.” “Oh my god...” Now Ribecca was blushing. “Who -is- she? Debra?” “She's... she's... someone important. Somebody I like... Honey, I'm not like your mother. I-... honey there's never been a man. Men. You know what I'm saying?” “I guess...” “Do you... hate me? The fact that I...?” “No! Not at all... I think I understand.” “Do you...?” “Yes. Debra's gorgeous. You should be very lucky you... have her...” Again, an awkward silence. “Can I – can I ask a question?” Jessica asked. “Anything Jess.” ...