Pam tells us about the time she and her daughter were
invited to spend the day with the women from the local
supermarket. Wendy is to be the prize for the best
employees. She is taken on the bus, in the pool, for
lunch and on the way home! Her mother also has fun with
the hotel manager’s daughter.

Ever since Wendy had been chosen as the Supermarket
Princess, we had been welcomed as honoured guests
whenever we went there to do our shopping. I loved the
way the women showed their admiration for my darling
sixteen year old, by following her with their eyes and
licking their lips. They made it obvious that they were
still lusting after her.

Wendy teased them sometimes by letting the more
attractive ones have glimpses of her body, mainly her
legs and breasts. She remembered the way the women had
used her at their party and had often told me that
wished there was a way to repeat the experience.

The manageress of the supermarket, Clare sometimes saw
me walking around the store and she often called me into
her office for a cup of coffee. One day, she poured me
out a cup and said, “Pam, I am going to organise a day
out for the girls. We are running a competition to find
the best workers and the outing is to be part of the
prize for the winners.”

I nodded, “It seems a good idea,” I said. “And what is
the rest of their prize?”

“Well, if you agree,” she said, “I think that they would
love to have you and Wendy go along with them for their
day out. After all Wendy is still their Princess!”

I discussed the offer with Wendy, who agreed. In fact,
she was delighted to think that she was to spend some
more time with her lesbian friends. We had several
meetings with Clare and the organisers of the outing. No
expense was to be spared in giving the prizewinners a
good day out.

The twenty winners, Clare, Wendy and I were to be taken
in a luxury coach to a country house hotel, where we
would have the exclusive use of the facilities from 11am
to 6pm. There was a sauna and swimming pool, and we were
to be given the use of a lounge. All meals and bar bills
would be paid for by the company. The hotel manageress
had been consulted and had agreed to Clare’s special
requirements.

So on Wednesday, we found ourselves on a coach bound for
the Woodburn Hotel. It was a lovely sunny day, and we
were all dressed accordingly. Wendy was wearing a loose
white blouse, which buttoned down the front. She had on
a long skirt, with a slit up the front. High-heeled
sandals completed her outfit, which suited her sweet
innocent looks.

All the prizewinners looked very nice, glad for once to
be out of their usual overalls. Wendy was pleased to see
Debbie among them. She was the woman who had looked
after her at the previous party and I knew she and Wendy
were really fond of each other. I sat with Clare at the
rear of the coach and watched as Wendy went and sat with
each of the women in turn, to renew the acquaintance
with the partygoers and meet the new girls.

I was pleased to see that the atmosphere in the coach
was heating up, as the women lost no time in renewing
their friendship with my daughter. Indeed, they appeared
to be trying to win a prize for the longest kiss! I know
only too well how delightful it is to kiss my darling’s
lovely wide mouth, so did not begrudge the women their
fun. After Wendy had been embraced and been caressed by
all the women she came up to Clare and asked if she
could sit on her knee. Of course, Clare said yes and
held her arms out to the eager teenager.

As Wendy sat down, the skirt split open to show Clare
and me the full length of her long legs right up to her
golden fur. Her blouse had been opened already so Clare
was able to slip her hands into the opening and onto the
firm breasts. As she weighed the creamy breast flesh in
her hands, Wendy let out a grateful sigh and held her
mouth up to be kissed.

The handsome manageress took possession of the offered
mouth with hers and kissed my girl deeply. Wendy moaned
gently as she took in her lover’s saliva and felt the
nimble fingers on her swelling nipples. I gently lifted
my daughter’s ankles onto my own lap and parted the
muscled thighs.

Working together, Clare and I brought the princess to
her first orgasm of the day, Clare with her kissing and
nipple massage, and I with long fingers deep in my
girl’s quim. I looked up to see we had an audience
watching enraptured as Wendy sobbed her way through her
first climax of the day. As we let her relax, I withdrew
my fingers only to have them seized by Debbie who sucked
them clean of my daughter’s rich cunt juice, with a
blissful look on her pretty face. “I hope I get some
more of that,” she said with a smile.

We reached the hotel on time. The manageress, Mrs
Barnes, who told us we had the place to ourselves except
for her staff, who were the soul of discretion, greeted
us at the front door. She assured us that we could do
anything we wanted all day long. Food and drink would be
provided. The sauna and pool were ready for us and the
big lounge had been prepared to Clare’s instructions.
Mrs Barnes suggested that after our swim, we might like
to wear just bathrobes if we would feel more relaxed
that way.

Coffee was being served, so Clare and I sat and had a
cup while discussing what might happen during the day.
The other women took my Wendy off to the pool. Clare
said she wanted every prizewinner to have a wonderful
day.

“I just hope Wendy can handle all the sex she is likely
to receive. I have asked Debbie to keep an eye on her.”

I told her not to worry. “Wendy has been looking forward
to this day. As long as the women are gentle with her,
she will be okay.” I said. “Shall we go and see what is
happening in the pool?”

We found Mrs Barnes leaning over a balcony with the pool
below her.” Who is the youngster?” she asked.

“She seems to be the centre of attraction.”

We saw all the women with Wendy naked in the middle. “My
daughter,” I said proudly, “Is she enjoying herself do
you think?”

“I should say so,” Mrs Barnes replied, pointing to where
my girl was standing in the pool.

“What is going on?” asked Clare.

“I think the women are swimming under her and eating her
cunt underwater. It is a kind of competition to see who
can last longest.”

Wendy was obviously enjoying having her cunt meat eaten
in the cool water. We three watched entranced as she was
brought up to a peak by the swimming women. As she gave
in to the sensations, she laid back in the water. Her
head was supported by one of the women who kissed her
through the climax. Another was eating her pussy and two
more were suckling her nipples. Their puffiness showed
me how turned on she was. The rest of the women were
grouped around, no doubt wishing it were they fucking
the glorious girl.

When Wendy had relaxed again, she was led by the women
into the sauna. Mrs Barnes immediately signalled to
Clare and me to follow her into her office where she
showed us her closed circuit TV system. Quickly, she
turned a knob until we saw in full colour wide screen
what was going on in the sauna. My darling girl was laid
out on her back with her lovely limbs spread widely. Her
skin was glowing with sweat and water. Debbie was seated
so that Wendy’s head was on her lap.

We counted six women besides Debbie and Wendy crowded
into the sauna cabin. We could see others watching from
the doorway. The lucky ones were literally ravishing my
daughter’s body. Her flesh was being rubbed all over by
the sweaty bodies of her lovers, breast-to-breast,
belly-to-belly, cunt to cunt. Such action could not last
long, and eventually all eight participants sank into an
exhausted heap. Mrs Barnes was worried about leaving
them in the heat of the sauna so she went down and we
saw her and her staff taking the debilitated women out
to the shower area and washing the combined sweat and
cunt juice from their bodies.

Clare and I went into the lounge where a few of the
women were beginning to assemble for lunch. They were
following Mrs Barnes’s advice, wearing just the white
bathrobes provided by the hotel. The hotel staff had
laid out a wonderful buffet, with cold meats, salmon,
lobster and salads. There were gateaux and trifles for
dessert, and champagne stood cooling in buckets. I was
amused to see a display of distinctly phallic
vegetables, cucumbers, rhubarb, carrots and so on. I
wondered which of the women would be the first to put
them to good use!

By about 1.30pm, all the guests had assembled, except
for my Wendy and her friend, Debbie. I wondered if this
was by design, when Clare stood up. She made sure that
we all had a glass of champagne and spoke, “Well done,
all the prize winners. I am sure you are all hungry
after your swim.”

There were a few giggles at that. “You may partake of
lunch in a few minutes, but first I want to propose a
toast.” She continued, “To our Princess, Wendy.”

As the women all held up their glasses to toast my
daughter, the door of the room opened and Debbie pushed
a trolley into the room. On the trolley was my lovely
daughter, stark naked and garnished with fruits and
cream. Her head was framed by her blonde hair and lying
in a bed of bunches of grapes. Her breasts were covered
in cream with half strawberries pressed to her flesh.
Wendy’s belly was covered in slices of melon, leading to
her pubic fur which seemed to have redcurrants threaded
amongst the gold. Lines of cream studded with bananas
and raspberries led from the ankles right up Wendy’s
long legs to her scarlet cunt lips which were distended
by a peeled pear which Debbie had lovingly inserted into
my daughter’s tight vagina. The pink pearly clit was
anointed with a dab of cream.

All the women clustered round and I saw several
congratulating Debbie, who Clare told me had dreamt up
the whole scheme. Debbie wheeled the trolley over to
where Clare and I were sitting. My lovely daughter
looked up at me, “What do you think, Mum?” she asked,
“Do you think I make a good dessert?”

“Darling, you look delicious and I think you will be the
favourite choice from the menu today.” I laughed.

Clare and I sat drinking champagne and nibbling the
delicious food, while watching the women enjoying
themselves. Some of them had shed their robes and were
sitting on the sofas naked. We noticed that some of the
older women had paired off with younger colleagues and
were openly petting. The phallic food had been
discovered and was being put to good use.

We saw two of the younger girls being comprehensively
fucked with a carrot and cucumber. Wendy was not
neglected. Ten of the prizewinners were lunching off her
well-loved flesh. All we could see of her was a sea of
bobbing heads licking and sucking the fruit and cream.
Her mouth was not neglected for her faithful lover
Debbie had taken possession of it. She was alternately
pouring cream into it and sucking the mixed cream and
saliva out into her own greedy mouth.

As we watched, we saw one of the older women sink
between Wendy’s thighs and began to eat the pear buried
deep in my girl’s quim. All of us heard a distinct
sucking sound as the ripe fruit was sucked out of its
hiding place. Immediately two other girl’s mouth met at
the entrance to my daughter’s cunt.

They competed to get their tongues into the juicy
vagina, then one of them moved to her clit and licked it
clean of cream. As they worked on my darling’s vulva,
Clare could not resist pouring a stream of champagne
over and into the gaping pink cunt flesh. This mixed
with the juice coming from Wendy’s pussy and the saliva
from her lovers’ mouths to make a delicious drink, which
was avidly lapped up by the women.

Soon the teenager’s body had been licked clean. Wendy
had had a stream of orgasms, which left the girl
exhausted. She was taken off by Debbie for a refreshing
shower. The women were all naked now and Clare and I
were able to enjoy the sight as they formed several
daisy chains on the carpet so as to all get full
satisfaction. Gradually the sounds and smells of their
lust subsided, as one by one they fell asleep.

Mrs Barnes tiptoed to our side. She confessed she had
watched the whole scene from her office and had noticed
that neither Clare nor I had joined in the orgy. “Would
you both like to come up to my bedroom, where I can
promise such good customers a special treat?” Of course,
we agreed at once.

She brought us to a bedroom door on the first floor of
the hotel. “And here is your treat,” she said as she
threw the door open. In the middle of a large bed lay a
lovely teeny girl fast asleep. “This is my daughter,
Poppy.” Mrs Barnes whispered. “She saw most of the fun
going on downstairs, and I can promise you she is well
primed for anything you want to do with her. Bon
Appetit.” She laughed as she quietly closed the door and
left us alone with her nymphet.

Clare and I went over to the bed and we examined the
supine girl. Poppy was just wearing a baby doll
nightdress and this did not hide any of her perfect
body. “Isn’t she perfect?” whispered Clare, “Look at
that face, she looks angelic.”

“I wonder if she is cherry,” I said, “It would be awful
to imagine a man’s ugly dick busting her.”

Clare agreed, as we undressed, both of us eager to enjoy
the teen babe we had been so generously given. It made
it more exciting to think of the darling’s mother
watching us ravage her pet. We knew she would now be in
front of the TV in her office! “Would you like to start
with her top or bottom?” I asked Clare.

“If you don’t mind, I would love to have her top,” she
replied. That left me with the girl’s legs, bum and
cunt. Of course I did not mind!

We gently woke the girl. Mrs Barnes had been right that
her daughter was well primed for sex. The moment she saw
us she put her sweet mouth up to be kissed. While Clare
obliged with a deep French-kiss, I quickly stripped down
the slender body. It was so lovely, long slim legs, a
hairless mound with just the suggestion of a slit.
Conical breasts surmounted by cute pink nipples, just
aching for an experienced lesbian’s mouth.

As we had agreed I left the pet’s mouth and breasts to
my co-lover and went straight for the adorable little
quim. I put the slim thighs wide apart so that the outer
vaginal lips parted disclosing neat little inner lips. I
opened these with my eager hands and a wave of girl
scent intoxicated me. She smelt so pure and fresh with
overtones of musky need.

I popped her clit and was delighted to find it well
developed for one so young. “Look at this,” I said to
Clare.

She broke the kiss to have a look, “The little minx has
been masturbating,” she observed.

I bent my head to take the sex-bud between my lips. It
tasted divine, salty and sweet at the same time. By this
time, her girlish cunt was flowing come-juice, due to my
manipulation of her clit and Clare’s nipple suckling.

Together we worked the teenager’s body to bring on the
climax she needed so much. She came beautifully with all
the classic signs of extreme arousal. Breast swelling,
nipple erection, clitoral exposure and a cunt flowing
generously. Clare and I then swapped over and I had the
pleasures of the girl’s mouth and tits while Clare
savoured her reddened cunt.

By this time our double experience was paying dividends.
We were able to keep the darling’s climaxes rolling
through her passion-wracked body. Eventually, we judged
that the girl had had enough pleasure so brought her
down gently to a state of relaxation. I cradled her in
my arms while Clare gently sponged down the ravaged
teenage body, cleaning off most of the evidence of her
sexual ordeal. We all three had a nap together before
the handsome supermarket manageress and I rejoined the
party downstairs.

While we had been away, the prizewinners had not been
idle. Debbie told us that they had held a sexual
Olympics, in which the women had competed under various
categories. We were presented with the winners of the
French Kissing Marathon, the Breast Suckling to Orgasm
Race, and the Cunnilingus to Climax Competitions.

We laughed to see my Wendy stretched out exhausted on a
sofa, looking like the cat that had the cream. Her body
was stained with her own and her sex partners’ juices,
sweat and spit. It transpired that my daughter had been
the arena that each competitor had used in their
championship efforts.

Wendy told me later that she had been comprehensively
kissed by eight women, been suckled to orgasm by ten and
had had her cunt sucked by all twenty prizewinners.
Naturally, she had totally lost count of her climaxes
after the first thirty! But I knew my own girl’s powers
of recovery. She would soon be ready for more!

Soon it was time to go home. The women reluctantly
dressed and saying goodbye to our hostess, they boarded
the coach for the ride home. “Thank you so much for a
wonderful day,” said Clare, “and thank you for giving us
your lovely daughter.”

“I hope we weren’t too much for the little darling.” I
added.

Mrs Barnes told us she was delighted that we had given
Poppy such a good lesbian going over, perhaps now she
would stop pestering her mum to let her fuck the hotel’s
waiters!

During the journey home, Wendy once more entertained all
comers. She was soon naked once more, and the women made
sure that as each mile passed, their Princess was
royally shagged again and again. No one was left out,
but the biggest round of applause was given to their
manageress who took part in an athletic 69 with my
daughter on the back seat of the coach, with all her
staff watching.

They certainly learnt a lot from their boss that day!