<div class="floatleft">(https://c4.wallpaperflare.com/wallpaper/910/916/865/looking-at-viewer-women-elizabeth-turner-model-wallpaper-preview.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong><br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>June 1, 9 pm.<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Home<br/><strong>Mood:</strong>Excited, slightly embarrassed, super nervous<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Erin, Mar<br/><hr/><hr/><br/>That this entire relationship was based largely on some very unusual kinks did not mean that Celeste was greatly experienced. Well-versed in the BDSM lifestyles, certainly; countless hours online, looking through short stories, web-articles, and illustrated comics made sure of that. But she hadn't actually<em>done</em>much. That did not, of course, make her a virgin. It just meant that a lot of what they did together would be new. Her inexperience was something they'd all three discussed beforehand, mostly to make sure Celeste felt comfortable - despite the imbalance of power in this little arrangement of theirs, it was crucial that all three women benefited equally, if in different ways. Celeste didn't mind that Mar and Erin planned to take her places sexually that she had only ever read about, and in some cases hadn't even done that much. In fact, that was one of the things that excited her most about coming to live with the Sinclair's. And it fit with her role. The inexperienced daughter, learning from her Mommy and Daddy. Even this threesome would be a first for her. Celeste had never been with two people at the same time before.<br/><br/>Initially, she felt overwhelmed. Though, that wasn't necessarily a bad thing. In fact, as she lost herself in Erin's passionate kiss, Celeste discovered that she very much<em>liked</em>feeling overwhelmed. Perhaps that was part of what it meant to be submissive. In that moment, she had no time - or desire - to ponder that thought. Her focus had turned entirely to bodily pleasure. Who could think of anything else, when squeezed between the lustful embrace of two beautiful, strong, older women?<br/><br/>Celeste hardly noticed her mouth being passed from one wife to the other, except to note a subtle change in flavour. Her lips parted for Mar even more than they had for Erin. It wasn't that she found one 'parent' more attractive or desirable than the other. But Erin had lit the fire in Celeste with her kiss, and now Daddy was reaping the rewards. By the time her mouth was once more her own, Celeste blinked her eyes, a little dazed, and gulped for air. Overwhelming indeed.<br/><br/>"Yes . . ." Celeste said, before taking another deep breath and swallowing. "Yes, Mommy." At that, she rose onto unsteady legs and began the process of, for the very first time, disrobing in front of her two dominant lovers. Her heart pounded furiously in her chest with the knowledge of what she was about to do. Her fingers slipped up to the straps of her dress, began slipping them down first over her left shoulder, and then her right. Soon, so soon, she would be exposed fully to the eyes of her Mommy and Daddy, to Erin and Mar. It thrilled her; and it terrified her. The straps slid down to her biceps. Celeste pulled on the skirt of her dress, downward, downward, downward, until in one final motion the whole thing fell to the floor.<br/><br/>Carefully, she stepped out of the discarded fabric. Erin had commanded she remove only the dress. But Celeste decided that, tonight, eagerness would be more appreciated than strict obedience. Her hands went to her back, where she began to undo her bra. A moment later, the straps came free. Celeste held it to her chest, eyes darting first to Erin, then to Mar. She licked her lips, knew her cheeks were turning pink, but didn't care. She loosed her hand, and the fabric fell to the floor to greet the dress that had fallen earlier. The revealed breasts were firm, and neither large nor small. They were enough to fill Mar's hands, plus a little extra. The nipples were pink and relatively small. Delicate, to match the rest of her.<br/><br/>Still not speaking, Celeste hooked her thumbs next into the waistband of her panties. She teased less with these, as if worried her courage might run out before getting them off. They were down in an instant, settled in a black heap around her wiggling toes. Bared now to Mommy and Daddy, their little girl stood, naked - her pussy was waxed smooth, tight and pristine. And, if they dared to check, more than just<em>a little</em>wet.<br/><br/>Biting her lip, she awaited their approval - or chastisement, for going further than she was told. Though, Celeste didn't really expect the later. And she desperately hoped for the former. Few things could make a person ever feel so vulnerable as standing before a new lover, naked for the very first time. Standing before<em>two</em>brand new lovers, naked in front of them for the first time, was one of those things.<br/><br/>