Chapter 3

Who was I to turn this down? I’d just gotten back into their good graces, I wasn’t in a position to turn anyone down, much less the oldest person of the group. She lowered head, still mid-sentence, talking about her family plans and what she’d be cooking, and when she finished her statement to Elise, she brought her mouth to my sex and began to lick. I’d never been sexual with a woman before and was struck by the casualness of it. Two women stopped to watch, to everyone else, it was an afterthought.

I was getting oral sex while nearby, Debbie and Shoshana stood nude in front of the mirror after taking quick showers and were putting on makeup with towels in their hair. The mouth was warm, the movements were slow and deliberate, the tongue went inside. Vanessa was having a conversation right next to me about marital problems she was having at home. On the other side of the locker room, someone made a comment about sex life and wanting to try new things in the bedroom. The word ‘strap-on’ was used. To her husband, perhaps?

My body arched, thighs trembling, and I had an orgasm in Linda’s mouth.

She looked at me with wet lips — wet from my cum — and she slapped my thigh.

“Enjoy that, babe?” she asked.

I nodded and said ‘yes,’ and I remember that the most surprising thing was being called ‘babe.’ Not that she’d just given me an orgasm in front of everyone, but that she, the respected one, used such language. This moved beyond being friends. This was something else. She patted my thighs. Then she walked away and disappeared into the steam in the shower area. I sat there like I’d just done something wrong.

Masturbation became a routine, more than any other time in my life, I think. Once something like that happens, you can’t easily brush it off. If it happened solo, then that would be arousing as is. But in the open locker room for all to witness, that’s another world of sexual experiences. They were definitely eating each other out on the regular and I needed to know more.

Back-to-school season has always been a frenzy for the group. As it had been explained to me. It was my first back-to-school experience with them and Vanessa always does something nice for teachers. She organizes meetings at her house where the mom group writes appreciative notes and makes gift baskets for each teacher at the school. As a group it takes two hours to complete.

It was a hot day and I arrived at Vanessa’s home with little beneath my already thin outfit. The others were dressed in similar fashion. By that point, I’d already heard innuendos that the moms gave each other sexual favors. Vanessa was tipping me off, so I wouldn’t be freaked out. I knew it was a matter of time before they’d trust me enough to let me watch. Or join…

As always, time was limited because we needed to get back to our family duties, so there we were, sitting on the living room carpet, everyone manning their stations to put this together. I noticed Shoshana wearing a sundress, and sometimes when she’d finish writing a note and slip it into a gift basket, her pussy would show, with the thickest pubic hair I’d seen in a while. Cindy bent over a few times and I saw glimpses of nipple. Linda was eating sliced peaches while preparing the baskets, and she’d look at me, her tongue licking the peach like she wanted to go down on me again.

They laughed about first-day-of-school chaos and moaned about traffic when school would open. They warned me about potential drama with other parents and teachers, what alliances there were, and how to navigate the scene. All helpful tips.

When the baskets were finally done, notes tucked in, gift cards sealed, ribbons tied in perfect bows, Vanessa gave a satisfied sigh. As a team we made this a breeze but it was still a lot of work.

“God that took forever. We deserve a reward.”

Shoshana laughed. “If only we had something in mind.”

I can’t remember who it was because the person sat on the floor behind me — maybe it was Cindy — but she stood and pulled her dress off. The other women followed suit in a casual manner. Undressing was slow because their skin was sticky from sweat. And why rush? This was Vanessa’s home and we had nothing but privacy.

Not wanting to be left out, I undressed as they did, perhaps more nervous and clunky than them, but still I did it. We all got naked with our clothes piled on the couch or floor.

Vanessa raised her glass of wine. “To teachers. And to the mothers, who are the backbone of the community, for the upcoming school year.”

I noticed that her nipples were already erect when raising her glass. We clinked our glasses. Her nipples seemed to get harder when she drank and put the glass back down on the table.

Elise leaned back on the couch and spread her legs. She needed to relax because she did the most physical work putting the baskets together. I saw the inside of her pussy. Bright pink. Wet. Enticing. No one flinched at the exposure. Cindy, who was on the floor behind me, crawled over and brought her mouth to the pussy and made Elise moan from the oral sensation.

For the next hour, a symphony of sexual debauchery occurred. Everyone had gotten a turn being eaten out. And everyone was expected to eat someone else. No free ride. You had to give a little to take a little. Most of the time the recipient sat on the couch with legs spread while the giver kneeled on the floor. Some women were nastier, like Vanessa and Shoshana, who laid on the carpet bare with their long hair splayed, and got their pussy eaten like that. Wet sounds filled the spacious living room. Tongues on clits, fingers curling deep inside, mouths trading places. Trails of fluids dangling across chins.

The first pussy I ate was Vanessa’s because she asked. To my surprise, or maybe I shouldn’t have been surprised, or naive, but she said she’d fantasized about me for many years, even during our Hollywood days. I never knew she swung like that. Back then, I thought she wanted to be normal friends. It was a goal, she said, to someday be naked and served by me. Not just for my beauty but for my celebrity.

I noticed that the celebrities of the group got extra oral worship besides their pussies. Toes were sucked, shoulders kissed, licks around the stomach. A few of them had sucked my toes and licked around my asshole. None of them cared that I’d been walking barefoot on the carpet. They just wanted access to my feet. By the way, it was the ones who were fans of mine from many years ago. I guess they never stopped being my fans.

What I hadn’t expected was that breast milk was treated like a buffet. Two of the women were dry, everyone else was lactating to varying degrees. Let me tell you, it was easily the most debauched thing I’d ever seen from a group of respectable women, even more than the pussy licking. Not even with online porn could you find women like this doing breastmilk things. The women with the most milk treated it like a personal responsibility to make sure everyone had a taste. They’d sit on the couch and hold everyone’s head as they kneeled and sucked.

It was my first time ever tasting another woman’s milk and the experience was unusual. Sexual senses were heightened. It combined sapphic exploration with maternal love. As milk squirted into my mouth from Annabelle’s big boobs, I realized why they were so close as friends. It went beyond sharing personal interests or having stomach-aching laughter or boosting social standing… it was also… that… the nipple sucking and pussy eating.

As a mom group, of all things. The backbone of the community. Orgasms that would be impossible to find anywhere else because no other kind of group can provide that experience.

By the end of it, we laid around the living room to recover, either sprawled on a couch or spread across the carpet. Pussies throbbing. Clits buzzing. Mouths wet with each other’s breast milk. As usual, everyone was on the clock so time was always of the essence.

The women were still nude as they arranged the gift baskets by the door. At the very least they cleaned their hands with sanitation wipes. After getting dressed, we loaded the gift baskets into Annabelle’s car to make the delivery to the teachers at school. How’s that for switching gears?

For my own sanity, I didn’t leave the mom group entirely, but I no longer chase the validation I once did. I accept the group for what it is — a beautiful, flawed, sexually charged tribe of women who give each other what’s needed. The toxic elements became tough to deal with, but the orgasms are impossible to leave behind.

I still see them once in a while. They do a lot of good things for school and the broader community. I’m always there to help, especially with things for teachers, but I don’t bother with spa trips or anything that feels too close to high school drama.

My readers love the writings about the danger of chasing validation and a few of my articles have gone viral. Of course, I only give the sanitized version. The mom group reads my stuff. They think it’s exciting that I’m teetering on the real truth. How the general public are so close to knowing about sexual debauchery from L.A. mothers. They find it exhibitionist.

For instance, do you know what a daisy chain is? It’s when women lay on their side, forming a circle on the floor, each with her head between the thighs of the nearest woman. Tongues move in slow circles, licking, sucking, probing, until everyone cums. They’ve been doing that for years. I participated once a few weeks ago, after we’d made something special for a school program to assist teachers.

We’ve also done the same thing with breast milk and nipples, a daisy chain of lactation, with bath towels spread across the carpet to avoid stains. Like I mentioned, that’s the reason I keep going back to them, because we do some awesome things for the community and the bond is too special to ignore.

They tease me about my involvement. They dare me to post pictures on my Substack page drinking a glass of milk in the kitchen. Complete with a full milk mustache. The readers would think it’s regular, store bought milk. But the mom group, particularly Annabelle and Cindy, want it to be their milk. Readers would have no idea. I’ll admit it, I’ve thought about doing it. The deviance of that makes me wet. Some secrets are meant to be shared with the world… but not today.

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