Deborah's Visit

Taylor Jones sat at her computer desk, chatting with her friends online, when her mother knocked on the door to her room. Taylor responded to the knock by saying “come in”
“I just wanted to let you know that I’m leaving in five minutes, hun.” Her mother told her after poking her head through the door.
“OK, mom. Is Deborah coming over this weekend?”
“Yes. She should be here a few minutes after I leave.”

Taylor hugged her mother goodbye, and then traveled downstairs to watch some TV before Deborah arrived. Taylor was a blonde high school junior who played soccer and was looked up to by her friends as popular and good looking. Taylor sat on the large, comfortable sofa when the doorbell rang. She stood up and opened the door. Deborah stood in the doorway. Deborah was a 17 year old with brown hair and eyes, and her most prominent feature was her large breasts. Deborah wore tight blue jeans and a white T-shirt, which was cut off to show her belly button. Taylor had made herself comfortable after school and wore only panties and a tee shirt.

“Hi, Taylor” said Deborah, kissing Taylor on the cheek.
“Hey, Deb.” They both went inside, and sitting on the couch, began their usual conversations. Deborah was the sister to Taylor’s babysitter, Taylor used to go to Deborah’s house to be babysat when they were young. Their conversation went to their early experiences at Deborah’s house.
“Do you remember that time you walked in on me taking a shower?” asked Deborah, laughing.
“And then I asked you why your tits were do big…” Taylor blushed. “What is your bra size?” she asked timidly.
“Thirty-eight double-D. It’s a real burden sometimes, they’re always getting in the way and men are always staring.” Said Deborah. There was a pause before Taylor said “It can’t be that bad!” they giggled. “My mom made us some dinner. I’ll go heat it up.” Taylor left the room and walked towards the kitchen. Deborah looked around the living room for a fan or air conditioner. It was very hot outside. When she found the AC unit in the window, it wouldn’t turn on. Deborah waited for Taylor to come back with their dinners.

“Is the AC broken? Its hot in here.” Deborah said.
“Yea, its broken, but whenever it gets too hot I just take off more layers of clothing and I cool down pretty quick. Try it, it feels good.”
Deborah contemplated this while eating her dinner. She didn’t want to stay hot, or disregard Taylor’s recommendations, but the problem was that she wasn’t wearing any underwear. She started doing this when she went out to dances, and now she couldn’t break the habit.
“I think I’ll take a cool shower instead.” Deborah said, before clearing her plate.

Deborah walked into Taylor’s parent’s bedroom, and closed the door behind her. Another door in the bedroom was the only way to get into the bathroom. She turned on the light in both rooms and began to undress in Taylor’s parent’s room. She folded her clothes and left them on the bed, then stepped into the bathroom and closed the door behind her. She turned on the water and stepped into the cool shower. The cool water felt good on her warm, soft skin.
Taylor’s face wore a mischievous smile as she entered her parent’s room. She looked through Deborah’s clothes and found no bra, and was disappointed. “38DD?” she thought to herself. “We’ll see about that.” She snatched up Deborah’s clothes and brought them into her own room.
Deborah felt better when she stepped out of the shower. She wrapped a towel around herself and began to blow dry her hair. When she opened the door and stepped out of the bathroom, she couldn’t find her clothes. She walked out of the room into the darkened hallway and called “Taylor? Taylor, have you seen my clothes?” no response came. Deborah noticed a light coming from under Taylor’s door. She opened the door and stepped in, but did not see Taylor coming up behind her.

“Ah-ha!” cried Taylor as she pulled off Deborah’s towel. Taylor expected to see Deborah’s bra underneath, but was surprised when she saw nothing!
“Ah! Taylor what are you doing?” Deborah said, trying to cover up.
“I’m sorry Deborah! I was trying too see your bra” Taylor’s face flushed.
“Why were you trying to do that?” replied Deborah.
“Well… my friend Nick told me you stuff your bra with tissues every day, and I’m sorry Deb! I wanted to see if he was telling the truth.” Taylor handed the towel back to Deborah. Deborah started to put it on before she decided against it.
“I’ll just hang out like this, I guess.” Deborah dropped the towel on the bed, and sat down. “You’re right, this is more comfortable.” She paused. “You shouldn’t believe what Nick says. He’s like a chronic liar.” They both giggled. Deborah lied down on Taylor’s bed while they talked. Taylor sat down on the end of the bed.
“Would you mind moving over a little?” Asked Taylor. They both lay on the bed staring up at the ceiling, talking. Their conversation went on for a few minutes before Taylor suddenly began removing her T-shirt. Deborah watched her doing it, feeling sexual urges arising within her. Taylor stood up and dropped her T-shirt on the floor. There was an awkward pause. 

“You have a nice body, Taylor. I wish I was as athletic as you.” Deborah stated.
“You have a nice body, too. I wish my breasts were as big as yours.” Taylor said, looking down at the mounds on top of Deborah’s body that made up her breasts.
Taylor and Deborah stared at each other with increasing lustfulness. Taylor began to remove her panties. Deborah smiled up at her. Taylor lay back beside Deborah on the bed. They both lay staring up at the ceiling again.
“What’s your bra size?” Asked Deborah. 
“32C.” Taylor said simply.
“I don’t believe that.” Deborah rolled over so that she was on top of Taylor. She cupped her hands over Taylor’s breasts and began feeling them. “I bet you stuff your bra with tissues every day.” She said. They both laughed. Deborah rolled back over onto her side.
“I liked you in that position.” Said Taylor. Taylor rolled over onto Deborah.
“I like you in this position.” Said Deborah. “Please feel free to check to see if my breasts are really 38DD.” Taylor took the invitation with eagerness. She smiled, then closed her lips on Deborah’s nipples and ran her fingers through Deborah’s hair. Deborah pulled Taylor closer, urging her forward. Taylor began kissing each nipple, then began to suck on one.
“Mmmm… don’t stop, that feels good….” Deborah closed her eyes as Taylor’s tongue worked over her tits. Deborah felt her pussy expanding and becoming wet. Deborah’s hands began to knead Taylor’s ass cheeks. Her fingers moved to Taylor’s pussy, covering it and stimulating it. Taylor’s head pulled up from Deborah’s chest.
“How long have you been… a lesbian?” She asked timidly.
“Since five minutes ago.” Replied Deborah, grinning.
“Me too.” Said Taylor.

Taylor’s head bobbed up and down as her tongue licked Deborah’s clit. Deborah lay on the bed so that her pussy was just hanging off of the edge of the bed. Taylor kneeled at the foot of the bed, her mouth working hungrily at Deborah’s pussy.
“Ohhh… yes… just like that…” Taylor’s finger slipped between Deborah’s legs. Taylor’s finger pushed in and out as her tongue worked up and down. Deborah’s pleasure built and soon she felt orgasm approaching. Suddenly Taylor stopped.
“I want you to beg for it!” said Taylor, looking into Deborah’s eyes.
“Please don’t stop now!” Deborah’s hands pressed Taylor’s head down to her pussy. But Taylor with drew again, and standing up, she opened her drawer and pulled something out, then walked back over to the bed. “Please!” Deborah licked her lips. “I’ll never be satisfied doing it alone again!”
“I’ve got a treat for you Debby… I know you’ll like it.” Taylor revealed the dildo she had held behind her back. They both smiled. Deborah felt a surge of pleasure as the dildo penetrated her. After a few thrusts Deborah felt orgasm approaching.
“Yes! Yes! Yes!” Taylor pumped harder. “Please don’t stop!” Deborah let out a loud moan as she came. Moisture soaked the bed sheets under her pussy. Taylor began licking her clit again.
“Now it’s your turn!” said Deborah, getting up. Taylor got on the bed, got on all fours, and pushed her ass towards Deborah. After a few quick licks, Deborah pushed the dildo into Taylor’s wet pussy.
“Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!” Deborah pumped the dildo in Taylor’s pussy, and Taylor cried out with each thrust. Taylor’s whole body bounced forward and backwards in beat with Deborah. Taylor’s tits jumped forward and backward. Taylor panted harder and harder as she came and her juices dripped onto the bed.
Suddenly Deborah stopped. “Are you teasing me, Deb-…” started Taylor, before Taylor saw her mom standing in the doorway. 
“Mom!” cried Taylor, and Deborah hastily removed the dildo from Taylor’s pussy.
“I walked in and heard noises coming from upstairs, and I find this! You two have been very naughty girls!” Taylor’s mom was an older reflection of Taylor, but with blonde hair and very wide, feminine hips, and large breasts. She was also very tall and intimidating. “Deborah, I come up here and find you abusing my daughter? I think some punishment is in order.”
“Miss Jones… I’m sorry, I didn’t -…” Taylor’s mom put a finger over Deborah’s mouth.
“And since you abused her, I will have to abuse you. That seems a fair punishment, don’t you think?” Deborah was shocked. She simply nodded. “Lie down, honey.” Deborah did as she was told. Miss Jones stripped all of her clothes off and told Taylor to wait. Miss Jones pressed three fingers into Deborah’s pussy. Then she started licking Deborah’s tits. Taylor watched in amazement as her mom gave her best friend oral sex. Deborah began moaning and soon she had her second orgasm that day.

“There. That’s enough punishment for one day.” Miss Jones began to get dressed. But Taylor was still burning with lust, she wanted another orgy.
“Mom… I… I abused Deborah also.”
“Did you now? Well that can’t go unpunished. Lie down.” Deborah and Taylor switched places. Taylor felt her mom’s tongue on her clit. Lick. Lick. Slurp. Slurp. Taylor felt her pleasure building as her mom licked at her pussy. Deborah moved to Taylor and began pleasuring her tits. Taylor felt the tongues on her body, and it was too much for her. She came and watched as her mom licked all of the juices.

“Now dearies, as the next part of your punishment, I want you to eat out my pussy. One tongue is not enough for me, both of you will have to work simultaneously. And keep in mind since you have both had two orgasms, I will require at least three or four orgasms to be satisfied.” Taylor’s mother lied down on the bed. Taylor and Deborah smiled at each other and began to work at Miss Jones’s pussy.