A few nights ago, I was watching adult television all by myself and getting seriously horny over a programme showing a lesbian seduction. You will understand that it is not always easy for a sixty-year-old woman to find a female lover at short notice.

Sometimes when I feel this way, I am able to slip into my eighteen-year-old granddaughter’s bed. Her mother always tells me to use her daughter whenever I feel the need. “So much better to keep it in the family rather than trying to pick up some bimbo in a bar!” she says. However, this time Angela was away for a few days, and Serena was away working somewhere, so I was left all alone.

Eventually, I gave in to my impulses and went to bed for a masturbation session with only memories to excite me. The image uppermost in my mind was of my friend Pam Bennett’s daughter, Wendy. This is one lovely girl. Still eighteen, she has the maturity of an older woman with the body of a teenager. I went to sleep with my fingers deep in my pussy and the memory of the first time I tasted adorable Wendy’s girl juice on my tongue.

The next day I awoke with the same lustful feelings. I know that when I get into one of these moods, only a good fuck with a teen will relax me. I was going up the wall, and mid-morning I gave in and rang Pam. “Pam dear,” I said, “Would you mind if I came around to see you this afternoon?”

Pam said she would be delighted to see me again and she added that Wendy was off school, studying, and would be pleased to see me too.

“Oh good,” I said, “I am really looking forward to seeing her.”

Pam laughed, “So it’s her that you really want, is it? I might have guessed that an eighteen-year-old would appeal to you more than forty-year-old me.”

“Do you mind, Pam, dear?” I asked, delighted that she had perceived my need.

“No way,” Pam laughed, “Trust me. I will have her all ready for you when you arrive.”

I had a quick lunch, showered, and left on the short drive to the Bennett house. I was in quite a state, and I was agog to see what Pam had arranged. I knocked at their door. Pam opened it and, with a finger on her lips, invited me in. She pointed to the stairs and gave me a gentle push upwards.

I ran up the stairs to Wendy’s room. Despite the sunlight outside, the room curtains were drawn, and just one ceiling spotlight was shining onto the centre of the king-size bed. In the pool of light lay the naked body of my dear friend’s beautiful daughter. Wendy was on her back, with her lovely face framed by a halo of fine blonde hair. Her hands were behind her head. I knew then that Pam had arranged her that way so that the full breasts were held high on her ribcage.

Her well-muscled belly surrounded the deep indent of her navel. She was holding her long, slender legs slightly apart so that I could make out the neat slit of her cunt with her slick lips gleaming in the light. Her clitoral hood was surmounted with a neat tuft of soft blonde fur, freshly trimmed to decorate but not hide my view of her vulva. The lovely sex angel raised her arms towards me and smiled warmly. It took me only a moment to fling off my clothes and, climbing onto the bed, I swept her into my arms.

We kissed. Wendy has a lovely mouth, and I have always enjoyed kissing her. As we enjoyed the feel of each other’s tongues deep in our mouths, I was conscious of the wonderful body pressed so tightly against mine. As always, I felt a wave of gratitude to Pam for allowing me to have her daughter so often.

I broke the kiss and moved my mouth down her body to her full breasts. Have you ever seen one of those girls whose nipples get so swollen and puffy that it seems that their breasts have breasts of their own? Wendy is like that; her nipples get so swollen that you would think they would burst if you scraped a fingernail against them.

I took the right nipple into my mouth and she lay back with a moan as I suckled her. I put my hand on her pussy and as I pressed into her, I felt her sexlips part. I slipped two fingers deep into her hole and worked them against her cuntmeat to get her juices flowing. In my mouth, her tit tasted wonderful, just a hint of salt as her sweat flowed. Keeping my hands on her breasts, I turned my body so that I was kneeling between Wendy’s legs so that I could easily eat her cunt. Youngsters’ cunts have a beauty all their own, and Wendy’s was no exception. It was lying open with a lovely hot pink fleshy interior. Her clit was already peeping out of its hood and with a cry of lust I bent my head to take the pearly bud between my lips.

Wendy has a clitty of about a quarter inch, so I can easily grasp it with my lips and work on its shaft with my tongue. Wendy started to thrash, but I wanted to be in position to drink her jism flow as she came, so I left her bud and plunged my tongue deep into her.

Sure enough, this was sufficient to push the darling over the edge, and as she orgasmed, I allowed her flow to fill my mouth. Wendy has a unique taste, fruity yet salty and with quite a thick consistency. I savored it in my mouth and swallowed it down. I lay back on the bed and let my limbs relax. Wendy knew it was her turn now to repay me for her pleasure.

Every time I let Wendy do me, I benefit from the sex training given to her by her mother. Pam had taught her daughter just how to excite all her lesbian partners. She knew I was not in the mood for much foreplay, so she went straight for my pussy. The sensation of her still swollen lips on my cunt was sublime. Older ladies’ clits are usually longer than youngsters and not so covered by the fold. As she took hold of mine, I felt electric shocks, which seemed to run from my clit to my nipples to my mouth.

My lover suckled my clit like a baby at its mother’s breast. I felt the orgasm begin, with a fluttering deep within me. Then as the darling sucked and pushed a finger right up my vagina, the climax blossomed throughout my fevered body. With a great howl, I let all my frustrations go. Wendy kept the orgasm going as long as she could, and eventually, I pushed her head away and pulled her up into a loving, grateful embrace.

As we lay there basking in the aftermath of a truly glorious fuck, there was a tap at the door, and Pam came in with a tea tray. It seemed the most natural thing in the world for Pam to sit, fully clothed, beside her naked daughter and her daughter’s lover, drinking tea. Pam looked so fresh and clean while we two were drenched in sweat and love juice. As we lay there chatting, Pam asked me about my phone call.

“Why did you feel like that? I would have thought you would have plenty of friends you could call on when you feel horny.”

I admitted that I found it difficult to find just the type of girls I need.

“Well, Pam said, “Wendy is always here if you find yourself alone.”

She turned to Wendy and asked her if there were any of her friends she could introduce to me. “Maybe, but I have a better idea.”

Wendy said, “Why don’t you and Sophie go to Jean’s health club for the weekend? Remember that Louise told us that Rosy and Posy were working there now.”

“Are they the twins I met when you came to the hotel?” I asked, remembering the time I first met Pam and Wendy. I had been working as a waitress when I had been asked to serve lunch to a party in one of the hotel rooms. The afternoon had ended with Pam, me, and Louise, the twins’ mother, taking Rosy and Posy and Wendy on a king-size bed.

“What a good idea,” said Pam and went off to telephone. In a few moments, she returned to tell us it was all arranged. “And Rosy and Posy are to be our personal therapists for the whole weekend. Pam and Wendy bundled me into my clothes and rushed me home. We had only a couple of hours to get ready for our trip.

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Pam came to collect me for our trip to the health club. She explained to me that it was run by her friend Jean Burroughs for women only. Pam said there would only be a few other guests there and that each guest would have a therapist. These young women were trained to be totally available to their guests at all times.

My girl would be there for sex, if that was what I wanted, or to bathe me, or prepare a meal, or anything else. We were both dying to see the twins again. “I wonder if they are still virgin,” I laughed.

“And I wonder who else will be there,” said Pam. “The last time I was there, two pop stars were guests as well.” And she told me their names. I would love to have seen them for myself, especially as Pam told me that everyone was naked at all times. I think we all lust over the famous girl group’s bodies, don’t we?

We arrived at a wonderful welcome. Jean was standing on the steps; she escorted us to our room. This was truly lovely, much nicer than the hotel where I worked. A large room, it had two double beds, a comfortable sofa, and the usual bathroom fittings. On a terrace was a Jacuzzi, which looked very inviting. Jean suggested we should disrobe, and I was pleased to see her approving look as she scanned my trim figure.

“I am sure you will be pleased to meet your fellow guests, but I must ask you to be very discreet; they are rather well known, and we do not want to spoil their visit,” she said. “There are just two couples. One couple consists of a member of the royal family; she has a strange masculine official name, but is all woman; we call her Marie. She is with her lady-in-waiting. The other two are very pretty girls, both married to pop singers. Patsy and Meg often come here to get away from their husbands and enjoy some proper lesbian loving. Now, would you like to meet your therapists?” She touched the bell push between the beds.

We all heard the soft knock at the door. Jean signed to us to sit one on each bed, and she herself went to the door. We gasped in admiration to see the darling twins again. They came into the room together, totally naked.

Nearly identical, they were tall and slender. They still had their manes of blonde hair cascading down their backs. Their breasts were held high on their ribcages, quite small but perfectly conical. Both had exceptionally large nipples so that the breasts were about half white meat and half pink. Flat bellies led to the only difference between them. Jean laughed to see us looking at the teenagers’ mounds.

“I have shaved Rosy and left Posy with a tuft,” she said. “So that you can tell them apart!” Long legs completed the pretty picture the sisters made as they posed for our approval. “Now I will leave you alone for now. Remember, the girls will do anything you want. Come and join the other guests for dinner at eight.” The elegant woman left, closing the door softly behind her.