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When Val’s having relationship trouble china and tanith help out

Hey guys, I’m writing this cos I’m a big fan o Val’s and I would love to see her naked but this is close enough 😉

Valkyrie entered chinas apartment and sighed, fletcher hadn’t been putting out anything, she ended up getting so horny she masturbated in the bus. It was even worse when she squirted and realized she would have to drink it. These hormones were killing her.

‘Why hello dear’ china said ‘how ever are you?’ ‘I’m grand she said’
‘And fletcher? How is that boy?”
‘Hes good to’ valkyrie said lacking conviction l
‘Look child, is something wrong? Is something going on with fletcher and don’t say nothing is because we both know that’s a lie’
Valkyrie sighed ‘I can’t believe I’m saying this but he isn’t putting out right now’
Chinas legs twitched slightly
‘Child how did you get here?’
‘On the bus, why?’
‘One because it tells me your not speaking and two it tells me your’e horny enough to masturbate on a bus because you have cum trickling on your skirt, it doesn’t ubsorb moisture’
‘Crap’ Val said ‘anyway what do you want to know’
I already know everything but I’m just thinking maybe you shouldn’t get so hung up on a boy if you’re not even sure you like them’
‘What do you mean’ her heart quicken
‘I think I can help you’ china said ‘ with our friends help’
Tanith came out of the bedroom naked and said ‘oh thank god’ I’ve wanted to rip that shirt of and shove my face into it since your tits came through’
Valkyrie pulled off her panties
‘Lye down on the couch’ china said she did
‘Now’ she said and pulled a massive vibrator blurring speed out of her pussy.
‘You had that in the whole time?!’ Valkyrie said
‘Yes child, and tanith had the remote, she slammed it up when we were talking, now suck it’
She blew the vibrator now turned off and tanith poked her ass with two fingers and licked her pussy. China looked at them and masterbated, she pulled off her blouse and rubbed her clit while clasping her tit, face gritted trying not to moan, then tanith took the vibrator and shoved it in Valkyries ass. ( I’m a girl and I love anal) the vibrator rubbed her ass and pussy at the same time. Valkyrie squeezed her large tits as tanith sat on her face, valkyrie licked, sucked and nibbled, this was not truly her first lesbian experience, the reflection had done her hard befor but this was with two real and hot woman. She was thrilled

She licked tanith and when she cummed she lapped it up then swallowed. China pulled the vibrator out of her ass and then tapped two symbols on the sides of her pussy. A massive throbbing dick formed ou of the glowing symbols. Child don’t worry. We will both enjoy this. She rammed it in her pussy and valkyrie gasped, it was amazing. China was going balls deep with.a 23 cm cock it rubbed her sides and china grabbed one boob. Valkyrie was losing control. She grabbed her own firm ass checks then taniths. She sucked her and moaned, china was thrusting deeper and deeper, the feeling was incredible, to be in a threesome with these two beautiful woman. China did one last deep and slow thrust then came on her, there were long white hot strips of drippy cum that covered Valkyries tuts and taniths ass, china then sprayed in her mouth and valkyrie almost gagged, but not because it was yuck, but because there was so much, and it was so delicious ( I love nothing more when finishing but for my boyfriend to fuck my tits the to cum in my mouth) she swirled it around in her mouth then swallowed. Tanith looked at her, did you just swallow a entire mouthful of chinas hot white cum?’ ‘Yes’ valkyrie said
‘Ok’ tanith said ‘now lick me clean’ valkyrie extended her tongue and licked taniths ass, china was stroking her dick waiting to reload but valkyrie was still fucking tanith, she licked it all off her ass then up her back, on e she had it all she swirled it around in her mouth, tanith spun around and valkyrie moved all the cum into taniths pussy, ‘now suck it out she said, and tanith did, she grabbed her firmxthighs and pulled her pussy to her face and sucked it all out she kissed valkyrie and gave her all the cum, valkyrie swallowed it and china was back.
‘Tanith now we have established what the lovely girl is like in a lesbian threesome we should see her in a male threesome tanith tapped to symbols beside her clit and a giant dick grew out of them. Tanith grabbed Valkyries head and rammed her cock into it, it went deep into her throat. China I the meanwhile grabbed a condom and put it on. It took valkyrie a second to realize it was ribbed before she rammed it in her ass. ( I’ve done this, it’s so nice, almost as nice as in the pussy, valkyrie moaned as chinas rythme speed up ramming faster and faster tanith was hitting Valkyries face with her balls and they both sped up. Valkyrie felt the condoms tip shred and then with a few final deep thrusts they finished tanith spraying some in her throat but most covered her face. China had filled her ass completely and proceeded to spray on her back. Valkyrie lay there and china and tanith took pictures. Then she got up and wiped the cum off her face with a finger, she ate it all and left. China told her they could chat anytime.

After she left, while tanith and china masterbated to the pictures they took, china asked, ‘do you think we should have told her about all of the cum in her hair?’
Nah, tanith said, ‘give her a snack for on the way home

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Zach manages to bring mother and daughter together.

Part 3:

The following days blended together into a nonstop sex romp. If I wasn’t having sex with Ashley, I was sodomizing Jill. We always fucked in Ashley’s bed, Jill getting off on her daughter’s scent with Ashley’s panties stuffed into her mouth as a gag. Whenever she could, Jill would listen in on Ashley and me screwing, standing on the other side of the door and touching herself. The door would be slightly open, a crack just wide enough for her to see me empty myself into her daughter. Whenever I would spend the night, I would wait for Ashley to fall asleep, then go into Jill’s room and let her suck me off. She would finger her pussy while she rolled my cock in her mouth, savoring the taste of her daughter on me.

I had a sexy girl and her milf addicted to my cock, but the question was how could I get them together? Jill wouldn’t hesitate to go in on a threesome, but Ashley was another story. Somehow I had to get her to be ok with having sex in front of and with her mom. If nothing worked, I could always just rape her and have Jill join in. Jill might be into that idea. But hopefully it wouldn’t come to that and I could bend Ashley willingly.

I found myself pondering the situation as Ashley and I were having an afternoon romp. Jill was home, and as mentioned before, she was on the other side of Ashley’s bedroom door, her fingers buried up to the knuckle in her velvet sleeve. I had Ashley on all fours, ramming her from behind, her screams of bliss bouncing off the walls.

‘Let’s see, how can I do this? Now would probably be the best time to try and manipulate her, at least lay the foundations. Now Jill is just like her, so if I’m lucky, she’ll have the same affinity for incestuous desires. I just have to plant them and help them grow.’

“Yes! Harder! Deeper! Fuck my pussy!” Ashley screamed.

“I love how much you moan when we fuck, how loud you get. I bet your mom can hear us.”

“What?”

“She can probably hear us right now, begging for my cock, hear her little girl turning into a ravenous cum slut.”

Just like with Jill, I could feel her tightening up on me, telling me I had struck a nerve. My words were arousing her and her body was reacting. Out in the hall, Jill bit her lip and the strokes of her fingers increased in speed. She knew I was saying this not just to Ashley, but to her as well.

“She knows you’re getting fucked like a dirty whore, getting mounted like an animal. Does it turn you on?”

“Shut up!”

I grabbed her arms and pulled them back, gripping her wrists like handlebars as I fucked her. With each slam, her tits bounced beautifully.

“She might as well be watching us right now. Imagine her sitting in the corner, her eyes on you, watching you getting fucked. You’re so shameless, getting turned on my your mom watching you have sex.”

“Zach, cut it out!”

“You’re getting wetter, I can feel it.” I lied back, pulling her on top of me, her body heaving as she bounced on my cock like a mechanical bull. “Can you feel her watching you? She’s probably as horny as you are. She would be sitting in the corner, touching herself to the sound of your moans.”

Ashley stopped moaning, panting instead with her eyes on the corner where Jill would be. Against her will, she was beginning to imagine her mom sitting there, massaging her full breasts with one hand while her other strayed south.

“She can see your tits jiggling, your erect clitoris, your pussy wrapping around my cock. Put on a show for her, let your mom see your slutty side. She can watch you get fucked and you can watch her finger herself.”

Outside, Jill was on her knees with her hand between her legs, fighting the urge to come into the room and lick the sweat from her daughter’s stomach. She was so close.

“Oh god, I’m going to cum!” Ashley cried out, bouncing like a super ball.

“Tell Jill you’re cumming. Let her hear you cum.”

“Zach, stop!”

“Fine.” I stopped my thrusts, just like with Jill. “Say it and I’ll let you cum!”

“Ok, I’ll say it!”

I resumed moving, immediately pushing her over the boundary.

“Mom, I’m cumming! Zach is making me cum! His cock feels so good, mom!” she moaned as she squirted like a water pistol.

‘Me too, baby! I’m cumming too!’ Jill thought, soaking the carpet beneath her with the waterfall between her legs.

Ashley collapsed and fell on her side. I hadn’t had an orgasm of my own so I just wanted to fire off a quick round. Leaning over her head, I started masturbating, using the wetness from her pussy as lubricant. I soon ejaculated, painting her face with my seed.

‘Just a little longer and my dream will come true.’

More days passed, Jill continuing to watch from the sidelines as I fucked her daughter, until it was her turn to get pounded. Whenever Ashley and I had sex, I would try to manipulate her like before. I would tell her that her mom could hear her, tell her to imagine Jill was watching, have her visualize her mom masturbating to the sight of Ashley getting mounted. Funny that that’s exactly what her mom was doing, even if Ashley didn’t know it. I even convinced her to have sex in her mom’s bed. The more I worked her, the easier it became to make her cum. I would tell her to put on a show for Jill and she would spray like a fountain.

Every day, my goal of a threesome got closer and closer.

It was a beautiful Saturday morning, and Jill was lying on her back on the kitchen table as I ravaged her soft pussy. The lips of her cunt gave off the sound of gum being chewed as I would pull my cock out and force it back in.

“Oh fuck yeah! Fuck my wet pussy! Fuck my sloppy wet pussy with your big cock!” she whined.

“Zach?! MOM?!” we heard the shrill voice scream.

We looked at the front door and saw Ashley, wearing her waitress outfit. She was supposed to have the morning shift, but apparently she came home early. She was staring at us with her mouth hanging open and tears rolling down her cheeks. She ran to her room and slammed the door shut with a deafening crash.

“Ashley, wait!” I said as I grabbed my pants and pulled them on.
“Baby, hold on!” Jill said as she put on a bathrobe.

We rushed to her locked bedroom door. Inside, we could hear Ashley screaming in rage and destroying everything in her path.

“Ashley, come on. Can we please talk?” I asked as I knocked on the door.

“Talk about what?! You were fucking my mom!”

“Baby, it’s not what you think.” Jill said.

“My boyfriend was cheating on me with my fucking whore of a mother! I know what I saw!”

We waited outside the door for almost an hour as Ashley released her rage on everything in her room.

“Ashley, if you won’t come out, will you at least let us in? We just want to talk,” I eventually asked.

After several minutes, we heard the door unlock and we stood up. Jill and I opened the door and stepped inside. The ground was covered in wreckage, the walls had been stripped bare of pictures and posters, and Ashley was sitting on the bed with her face in her hands. We sat down next to her and held her close.

“How long? How long have you two been doing this?” Ashley asked in sorrow and anger.

“A couple weeks. I’m so sorry, sweetheart, it was all a huge mistake,” Jill said as she put her hand on Ashley’s knee.

Something caught my attention when her hand touched her knee. Ashley squirmed at her touch, but not away from her. Had she truly been mad, she would have jerked back, but her legs just clamped together as if she was trying to suppress a reaction. Was… Was she aroused?

‘Now’s the time.’

Deciding to experiment, I mimicked her mom and placed my hand on her other knee, but taking it one step forward, I slowly moved my hand up and down her thigh. Ashley continued to squirm, and she had her arms crossed against her stomach. I could tell that she was trying to fight the urge to touch her full breasts or her moistening pussy.

‘I knew it. She’s not angry with us for screwing, she’s angry with herself for watching us and enjoying it! It just like when I figured out that Jill was hot for her, she’s angry at herself that seeing me pound her mom makes her horny.’ Jill and I locked eyes and I motioned to Ashley while raising my eyebrows.

Jill gave a small smile and licked her lips. She turned to Ashley. “Baby, I’m so sorry, I couldn’t help myself. I’ve seen the two of you have sex and it just made me so hot.”

“What?”

“At first I would just listen to the two you, then I started spying. Watching your breasts bounce as you rode his dick made my own nipples hard…” She began to open her bathrobe, exposing her round full breasts to her daughter. “And watching you rub your pussy as he hammered you made me so wet.” She fully opened her robe and exposed her cunt, glistening in arousal. Ashley was in disbelief as she looked at her naked mother, and I knew that she was almost as horny as I was. Her ability to hide it was beginning to fail.

“Did… did you feel the same way as you watched us? Did you want to touch my body?” Jill asked as she picked up her daughter’s hand and placed it on her left tit. Ashley stirred and tried to pull away, but Jill forced her hand to squeeze her breast, making her massage it with her fingers and rub her nipple with her palm.

“Mom, this is a little too weird,” Ashley panted. We all knew it was a lie.

“Come on, I know you like it,” Jill said softly as she leaned forward and pressed her lips against Ashley’s.

Her daughter resisted for only a moment before kissing her mom back. I couldn’t believe my luck as I watched the two blondes make out, softly at first, but then with more passion. As they started to feel each other with their hands I decided to back off and give them time to get… acquainted. With my rock-hard cock in my hand, I watched as mother and daughter began to French kiss each other, licking the inside of each other’s mouth and sucking on each other’s tongues. Their lips became shiny and wet as they savored the taste of each other’s saliva.

Jill unbuttoned Ashley’s waitress blouse and pulled it away, leaving her in just her bra.

“Show me those beautiful titties,” Jill groaned. With a coy grin, Ashley pulled off her bra, revealing her round bouncing boobs. They looked just like her mother’s but had their own unique size and dimensions.

“Lovely!” Jill said as she licked her lips. Her daughter moaned in ecstasy as her mother began massaging the plump mounds of flesh, squeezing them like they were stress-relievers and tweaking her nipples as if she was adjusting a radio.

“I’ve spent so many hours rubbing my sloppy wet pussy while imagining my lips around your sweet nipples,” Jill said as she held Ashley’s left boob with both hands.

Slowly and gently, she reached out with her tongue and dragged it across the soft flesh of her tit, just a few inches from the nipple. Ashley moaned as her mom began licking her round boobs, teasingly avoiding the nipple. Finally, she closed her lips around the areola and sucked like a vacuum. Ashley released a high-pitched moan like the ringing of wind chimes as her mother sucked on one nipple and pinched the other. I resisted the urge to shoot my load, as Jill would switch between Ashley’s titties, using her lips and tongue to play with the erect nipples and tease her daughter.

Ashley finally moved back to the headboard of the bed and Jill suspended herself over her daughter. She held herself up with one hand and squeezed her tits as Ashley pulled off her skirt and revealed her panties, which were stained by her wetness. Jill pulled off her daughter’s panties, revealing the soft lips, dripping with arousal.

“Lick my pussy, Mom. Make me cum onto your tongue,” Ashley said as she massaged herself.

“Not yet, baby, first suck on my titties like you used to,” Jill moaned as she held her massive jugs up to her daughter’s face.

Ashley playfully squeezed the milf’s breasts, massaging them and pinching the nipples like her mother had done to her. Finally, Ashley raised her head and began sucking on her mom’s tits and lapping her nipples with her tongue. Jill moaned in bliss as Ashley sucked on her skin with gusto and buried her face between the two fleshy mounds.

Both mother and daughter thinking alike, Jill began rubbing her daughter’s pussy and Ashley began rubbing her mom’s. Both women moaned as their pussies became wetter and softer, countless drops of pussy juice staining the blankets on the bed as the lips became more and more amendable and would ripple with every slap of their fingers. The girls moaned with ecstasy, but Ashley’s moan was stifled by her mom’s full firm tits smothering her face with one of the nipples always in her mouth.

After several minutes, both women separated and began licking the other’s pussy juice off of their fingers. Jill moved back to her daughter with her head between her legs. “I’ve wanted to do this for so long,” she hummed as she spread the lips of her daughter’s pussy and sent her tongue deep into Ashley’s wet insides.

Ashley moaned as her mom drank up her pussy juice and explored every corner of her hot cunt. As I watched, I wasn’t sure whether I should focus on Jill licking her daughter’s pussy, or the milf sticking her ass in the air. I just wanted to jump onto the bed, force my cock into her pussy, and hammer her so hard that she would scream into her daughter’s cunt. But I fought the urge. I wanted to see how far they would go on their own.

Ashley released an extra loud moan as she had her first lesbian orgasm, and soaked her mom with her pussy juice. Jill moved up on top of her daughter and kneeled over her with her head between her knees.

“Lick it, baby, send your tongue up into your mother’s soft cunt,” Jill purred as she squeezed her tits.

Ashley grabbed her mom’s ass with both hands and forced her Jill to sit on her face. The milf moaned in bliss, for Ashley didn’t just eat her pussy, she fucking DEVOURED it. I had to bend my neck so I could see Ashley, her chin and lower lip just barely showing under her mom’s ass as she sent her tongue deep into Jill’s womanhood.

Jill moaned like an opera singer as Ashley worked her middle finger into her mother’s backdoor, fucking her ass faster than I ever could with my cock. She was forcing her fingers into her tight anus so fast that her hand was a blur, and I started to wonder if it was actually hurting Jill. After only a few minutes, Jill had a gushing orgasm and sprayed pussy juice onto her daughter’s face and Ashley drank it all up.

Jill got off of Ashley, and as if the two family members were telepathic, their legs interlocked and they began to grind their pussies. They moved like mirror images, slamming their clams together over and over again, letting their lips rub together in a sloppy wet kiss. Both mother and daughter moaned and squeezed each other’s tits, and the longer they scissored, the wetter they became. Foamy drops were spraying from their joined lips, soaking the bed with their combined juices. I honestly couldn’t believe what I was watching.

After both cumming at the same time, the two women separated and lay side by side. With Ashley’s right leg wrapped around Jill’s left, the mother and daughter rubbed each other’s pussies while giving a mix of a moan and a whine. They writhed and gyrated their hips, at the mercy of each other’s toying. Finally, I rushed over and forced my cock into Jill’s pussy and fucked her faster and harder than ever before, unable to hold back any longer.

Jill moaned at the top of her lungs and squeezed the blankets of the bed until the veins in her wrists bulged. “Oh yes! Fuck me! Fuck me until I cum!” she hollered.

I turned to Ashley. “How do you like watching me fuck your mom?”

“It makes me so horny. Fuck my mom, fuck her hard and fill her with cum!” she moaned as she sucked on her fingers and rubbed her pussy.

As I hammered Jill’s cunt, Ashley masturbated to the sight. I would swing my pelvis so that I could slam her cunt with my full strength and my cock would dive into her and then swerve up, allowing it to plow into every corner. As I picked up speed, Jill had orgasm after orgasm that soaked my lap. After watching the lesbian incest, my ability to hold back an orgasm was already hindered. I let slip a single stream of cum, just enough to cause it to overflow from her stretched out pussy.

Drunk on arousal and desperate to indulge every desire I had, I pulled out my cock and then forced it up her ass so fast and hard that she screamed. With my cock lubricated by her pussy juice and my sperm, I was able to fuck her without hesitation. To stifle her mom’s moans and whines, Ashley bent over and began kissing her and forcing her tongue down Jill’s throat. I fucked Jill so hard that she couldn’t hold still, so she and her daughter often broke the connection. Because of this, their French kissing was disrupted, and they would end up licking each other’s faces and covering each other in saliva.

“Ashley, come sit on mama’s face!” Jill moaned.

Ashley eagerly obeyed, climbing on top of her and in the 69 position. She pushed her pussy down on her mom’s face and buried her own face in Jill’s cunt, trying to give me room to move. Both women began eating each other out while I fucked Jill in the ass. After every dozen or so thrusts, I would pull out and rub my cock against Ashley’s face, prompting her to take it in her mouth. She sucked gluttonously, relishing the kinky taste of her mom’s ass, then she would manually guide me back in, licking her lips as she watched me sodomize Jill. After a few minutes, Jill screamed and had a massive orgasm. Pussy juice and my sperm from before gushed out of her pussy and Ashley hungrily lapped it up.

“Zach, fuck her, fuck my daughter.”

I pulled my cock out of her asshole and climbed onto the bed as she moved to the headboard. Ashley got on her hands and knees, facing her mom and I got behind her. With one hand on her hip and the other on my tireless manhood, I pressed the head of my dick against her pussy and pushed it in. She was already so hot and wet that there was absolutely no resistance.

Ashley gave a soft moan as I pushed it in all the way to the base, pulled it out, and slammed it back in. Her low moan turned into an endless whine as I took my regular fast-paced rhythm of hammering her cunt. As I gripped her hips and thrust my manhood deep inside her, Jill was a few feet in front of us, rubbing her pussy as she watched us.

“How do you like watching me fuck your little girl?” I asked as both women touched themselves.

“Fuck her harder, make my daughter cum and moan. Watching you fuck her wet pussy is making me so hot!” she moaned.

“Yes ma’am.”

I picked up speed, causing Ashley to scream in bliss as I ravaged her sweet cunt, only stopping when she came.

“I’m not done yet,” I said as pressed the head against her asshole.

“Zach, no!”

I ignored her cries and rammed it in, robbing her of her black cherry. Ashley released a shrill scream ass I began to pummel her tight ass. The fact that I was raping her asshole just like I had done her mom made me grin.

“Oh god, it hurts!” she screamed as I picked up speed.

“How about it, Jill? How do you like watching me ravage your daughter’s virgin ass? How do you like your daughter being defiled and violated right in front of you?”

“I love it. Fuck her asshole; fuck it hard! How do you like it, baby? He raped me just like this and I loved it.”

“Oh god, it hurts! It hurts so bad!” she screamed.

“But it feels good, doesn’t it? Having that cock stuffed up inside you? You love it.”

“Oh god yes! It hurts, but it feels so good! Fuck my ass! Fill my ass with cum!” Ashley screamed. It seemed being an anal whore ran in the family.

She wasn’t able to say another word, for Jill had gotten on her hands and knees and had pushed her daughter’s face into her perfect ass. The only sounds now were my grunts, Jill’s moan, Ashley’s stifled whine of kinky ecstasy, and the squishing sound of my cock punishing her asshole.

After several minutes of sexual nirvana, I shot a massive load of sperm up into Ashley, causing her to cum. Exhausted, Ashley collapsed on the bed. Sensing this, Jill pulled her daughter’s face out from between her perfect firm ass cheeks and climbed on top of her but without putting her weight on Ashley. With the mother and daughter spooning, Jill turned to me.

“Put that fat cock back in my pussy and fuck me!”

I looked down at my cock. Frankly, it was a miracle that I could still maintain the erection after all the fucking I had done. I had shot so much cum that my dick was seriously aching, but my nuts were still rearing to go. The ammo was ready, but the cannon was overheating. I had a few more shots in me before even I would reach my limit.

“Come on old buddy, don’t fail me now,” I said to myself as I gripped my cock. I spread Jill’s ass cheeks, revealing her eager pussy. I pushed it in past the soft lips and began to hammer her cunt, while still slick from her daughter’s asshole. Supposedly this caused infections in women, but that wasn’t my problem. Jill moaned as I picked up speed and reached my regular rhythm.

“Oh fuck yeah, fuck my mom!” Ashley moaned as she fingered herself.

With their smooth thighs rubbing against each other and Jill’s bouncing tits against her back, Ashley couldn’t think of any words to describe the kinky forbidden horniness she was feeling. Jill also reached under her, feeling Ashley’s tits and then helping her daughter finger herself.

“Cum in my cunt! Fill my womb with your seed!” the milf moaned, reaching back and forcing her fingers up her asshole.

I grunted as I shot one massive load of cum into her pussy. As I pulled my cock out of my girlfriend’s mom’s sloppy wet cunt, I felt a second wind arrive. Mounting her like a dog, I rammed my cock into Ashley’s cunt so hard that she almost screamed. I began fucking her faster than ever before, ignoring the soreness of my cock and riding Ashley as hard as possible.

“Fuck my daughter! Fuck her hard and make her cum!” Jill said as she began fingering Ashley’s semen-filled asshole.

“Oh god, I can’t take it! He’s fucking me way to hard, but it feels so good!” her daughter moaned in both pain and bliss.

Finally she had a seismic orgasm and pussy juice and cum erupted from her cunt as I shot jet after jet of sperm up inside her. After ten seconds of filling her up until she was overflowing, I dismounted her. From there we fucked like rabbits, always changing positions. At one point, I was on my back with Jill bouncing on my lap and Ashley riding my face, the two women tongue-kissing above me. Soon after, I was mounting Ashley like a dog, sodomizing her to my heart’s content, while Jill and I made out. At one point, Ashley was sucking me off while Jill smothered my face with her tits, then the two women pressed their chests together and gave me a double tit fuck.

After an hour, I stood up and tried to catch my breath. My dick ached as blood rushed in and out of the exhausted veins, keeping the sore flesh inflated. I watched as the mother and daughter got back into the 69 position and sucked my cum out of each other’s pussies. They climbed off each other and Ashley licked the cum out of Jill’s anus, and Jill did the same to her daughter.

If you think you’ve seen the sexiest thing in the history of the world, you’ve obviously never seen your blonde busty girlfriend and her blonde busty mom drink your cum out of each other’s assholes like wineglasses. They both turned to me and I knew what was next.

‘Come on, old buddy, just stay strong for one more minute,’ I mentally said to my penis as the two women climbed off the bed and got on their knees.

Jill was the first to suck my cock. She wrapped her hand around it and jacked it back to its full erect size. She licked the shaft, savoring the accumulated taste of her pussy and ass juice, the pussy and ass juice of her daughter, and my cum. She took the whole cock in her mouth and her head began to bob back and forth. As she blew me, her daughter was working her pussy with her fingers and sucking on her tits.

I put my hand on the back of her head and forced my cock down her throat. She choked and gagged on my dick, but I didn’t stop. I kept pushing it in further until I forced my balls (which had sufficiently shriveled up and from all the work it had done) into her mouth. With her throat completely filled with my cock and her tongue lapping at the underside of my balls, Jill’s eyes rolled back into her head as saliva overflowed from her mouth, caused by her agitated gag reflex.

After ten seconds, Jill released my cock, but first she left a thick coating of saliva all over the shaft, head, and my ball sack. Now it was Ashley’s turn, and she lapped up the saliva with gusto, savoring the taste of the delicious taboo. Like her mom, she began to deep throat me, and often times, she would take my cock out of her mouth so that she could suck on my balls.

Jill and Ashley began working together, sucking and licking my cock at the same time and letting their tongues wrap around it and touch each other. While one was blowing me, the other would roll my balls around in her mouth. After thirty seconds, they released my cock, pressed the sides of their faces together, and looked up at me with their mouths wide open and their tongues sticking out. I gripped my cock and began rubbing it furiously while forming every last blob of sperm in my body into one last load.

Finally, I aimed the head of my dick at them and shot four streams. The first two globs completely covered their faces and the second pair of blasts filled their mouths until they were overflowing. I stepped back as the sperm-filled sluts began French kissing, cumswapping the mouthfuls over and over again. They didn’t swallow it; they wanted to savor the taste while they mixed it with each other’s saliva and stirred it with their tongues.

Once they swallowed it and began to lick the cum off of each other’s faces, a wave of throbbing pain struck my manhood. With the two nymphomaniacs preoccupied, I rushed into the kitchen, flung open the freezer, grabbed a bag of frozen peas, and held them against my dick and nuts. I exhaled a gasp as I felt instant relief. I almost expected my junk to emit the same sound as red-hot metal being dipped in water.

“Are you ok?”

I turned around and saw Ashley standing in the doorway. Her body and face had been licked clean of my cum by her mom.

“Yeah, but I’m worn out. In the words of a wise man, the spirit is willing, but the flesh is spongy and bruised.”

“Yeah, I guess we were all a little too rough,” she giggled.

“It’s ok, but I’ll be out of commission for a few days. If I tried to go for another round, my dick would either fall off or the only thing that would come out would be a flag with the word BANG on it.”

“Well, I suppose me and my mom can keep each other entertained.”

“Zach, come back to bed! You can’t hog my daughter and not leave me out of the fun!”

“I got to go. If I let her near my junk again, it will turn into an all-girl threesome.”

I grabbed my clothes off of the kitchen floor and ran towards the door with the bag of frozen peas still held against my sore dick.

“Zach, where are you going?” Jill hollered from the bedroom.

“I have to go to the college, sorry I can’t stay!” I replied as I ran out the door.

“Are you sure you don’t want a blowjob for the road?” she asked as she stepped out of the bedroom. I was already at my car.

“Why is he going to the college?” Jill asked Ashley.

“He’s going to try and find some of the local drug dealers to see if he can buy some Vicodin. We rode him a little too hard.”

“Damn.”

“What are you complaining about? Do you honestly think I’ve had enough of your pussy? Your going to have your legs spread all night long. Get back to the bedroom!” Ashley barked.

The threesome had more than altered the dynamics of their mother-daughter relationship and she was trying to figure out how much authority her mom still had over her. Jill licked her lips and turned around. As Ashley followed her to the bedroom, she slapped her mom on the ass.

“Honey, if I don’t wake up tomorrow with your tongue up my ass, consider yourself grounded,” Jill laughed as they stepped into the bedroom and closed the door behind them.

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This story is raw, shameless, and drenched in desire. It’s about control, obsession, and the hunger we pretend not to have. Every scene pushes limits – emotional and physical. If you’re looking for polite erotica, this isn’t it. But if you crave heat, power, and temptation?

Welcome.

Chapter 28

Mirror mirror

The moment they step into the private Mirror Room, it’s like walking into a secret garden of sin. Floor-to-ceiling glass on every wall, low lights catching every curve, every bead of sweat about to drip. Katherine leads the way, her trench coat swinging open just enough to show the sheer black lingerie hugging every inch of her thick, soft skin. It’s slutty, elegant, and screams: “Watch me.”

Ayla comes in close behind her, her own trench coat slipping open at the hips, the strappy lace set barely covering that sweet, innocent body that’s anything but innocent tonight. Her cheeks are pink, eyes wide, hair up just enough to show off her throat. Every step looks like she’s already trembling for what’s coming.

Jess trails them, grinning like the devil in red lace. Her hips swing slow, her trench tossed over her shoulder. She’s their hype girl, their filthy confessor, the one who keeps this pack tight and wicked. She catches Ayla’s shy glance and purrs, “Look at you, baby. Tonight you’re gonna drip for him and for her. You ready to be our sweet cum slut?”

Ayla’s breath stutters. She doesn’t answer out loud, but the way her thighs press together says it all.

At the far end of the room, Jude and Jason are already waiting. Big. Hard. Hands around the base of cocks that make Ayla’s lips part on a tiny gasp the second she sees them. She presses back into Tommy’s chest when he steps in behind her, his hand slipping to her hip, his warm breath in her ear.

“You see what you want, baby?” he murmurs, that steady, confident tone that always makes her knees go soft.

She nods, her voice caught somewhere in her chest. “Mhm.”

Katherine tosses her coat aside like she’s shedding her last bit of good-girl skin. She strides to the center of the room, hips swaying, her pussy already glistening between those thick thighs. She runs her hand down her belly, catching the waistband of her thong and snapping it back into place.

“You boys want this?” she purrs, eyes flicking between Jude and Jason. “Come get it.”

Jude and Jason exchange a glance, their eyes dark with hunger. Each step they take toward Katherine is deliberate, slow enough for her to feel the heat radiating off them, close enough that she can hear the slick sound of their anticipation. Jude’s fingers twitch at his sides, craving to grip, to spread, to dominate. Jason’s hand drifts to his cock, letting her hear the wet slide of pre-cum against his skin. Katherine’s breath catches, hips shifting instinctively, the anticipation stretching the moment like a taut wire.

Then they do. Jude is behind her, Jason in front. No one says another word. Jude’s big hands grip her hips, spreading her open for the mirrors. Jason strokes his thick shaft, tapping it against her lips until she opens up, eyes fluttering shut as she sinks her mouth down. The first wet slap echoes as Jude’s cock head drags through her folds, spreading her open wide. The room fills with the sound of skin meeting skin, Katherine’s soft moans muffled around Jason’s cock.

Jess sits herself on the couch, one knee pulled up, hand slipping under her lace panties as she watches. She flicks her gaze to Ayla, who’s half-straddling Tommy’s lap now, coat slipping off her shoulders, his hand splayed on her bare thigh.

“Look at her, baby,” Jess hisses, voice dripping with lust. “Your goddess taking cock like she was born for it. You wanna be like that, huh? Watch her, Ayla. Watch how she opens up.”

Ayla’s breath catches, eyes fixed on Katherine’s pussy, stretched so wide by Jude’s thick shaft that every slick push makes her bite her lip and whimper. Tommy’s hand slides up, brushing her inner thigh, his thumb tracing lazy circles close enough to make her hips twitch.

“I love how you watch,” Tommy whispers. “Such a good girl, huh? Gettin’ wet just seeing her used?”

Ayla nods, eyes huge, pupils blown. She leans back into him, her ass grinding slow against the bulge in his pants. Tommy groans low, one hand coming up to cup her throat. Not choking, just holding her steady, guiding her gaze so she can’t look away.

The wet sounds grow louder. Jason fucks her throat deeper, Jude’s hips snapping faster. Katherine’s moans go from soft to guttural, a raw sound vibrating around Jason’s cock. The mirrors catch every angle, spit dribbling down her chin, Jude’s cock vanishing between her swollen lips below.

Ayla’s breath is ragged. Her hand drifts down, but Tommy catches her wrist, growling in her ear.

“Uh-uh, baby. Not yet. You don’t touch. You wait until I say.”

Jess’s low, wicked laugh cuts through the room. She slides two fingers into her own lace-draped folds, the other hand twisting her nipple as her eyes drink in Ayla. “Look at that pretty little slut face… all wide-eyed and dripping. You feel that, huh? Feel how ready you are?”

Ayla whimpers, words stuck in her throat. Her hips grind back against Tommy, letting him press the thick outline of his cock through his pants against her wetness. His hand on her throat flexes just enough to make her gasp, her pulse spiking.

“Good girl,” he murmurs, voice low and rough. “Show me… show me how much you need it.”

Katherine’s head lifts off Jason’s cock for a ragged gasp, lips glistening with spit, eyes heavy-lidded and glazed with need. “Fuck, Jude, harder, just like that.” Her grin is wicked, caught between pleasure and command. “You see this, baby? This is what’s waiting for you, all of it, every slick inch.”

Ayla shudders, thighs parting wider over Tommy’s lap, panties soaked and clinging. She rocks instinctively, hips brushing against him, breath catching in a tight, needy whimper. Tommy’s hand slides up her side, cupping her breast, thumb circling the taut peak through sheer lace, pulling a soft gasp from her lips.

“Show me,” he growls, low and demanding. “Strip it all off. I want every inch for my eyes and for your goddess to watch.”

Ayla peels the lace bra away, cheeks flushed, mouth parted. Her eyes flick to the mirrors. Her own reflection: a good girl undone, pretty tits on display, Tommy’s big hands pinning her open, her pussy dripping behind that tiny scrap of lace.

Jason’s cock pulses in front of her, thick and throbbing. She wraps her lips around it, taking him in deep, gagging as he slips in and out. He pulls back just far enough to slap the tip hard across her tongue, letting the slick spit coat it, then shoves it back, making her choke and moan around him. Every push forces her jaw open, every drag of her tongue teasing him raw.

Katherine’s moans grow louder, the wet slap of Jude’s hips brutal now. She tries to stroke Jason while sucking, her hands sliding over his shaft, but the relentless pounding makes it impossible to focus. She’s caught in the rhythm, eyes heavy-lidded, mouth full, and in the mirrors she’s a goddess taking two huge cocks, raw and unstoppable, the room drinking her down.

Jess’s laugh bubbles up, sweet and filthy. “Mmm, listen to that sloppy mess. You hear that, Ayla? That’s what good girls sound like when they’re cock-drunk.”

Ayla shudders, hips jerking forward, heat sliding over Tommy’s lap. Tommy growls low, voice thick with need, “Enough waiting. Show me just how hungry you are, pretty girl. Taste it. Own it.”

Ayla fumbles at his zipper, eyes locked on the mirror as she frees his cock. Thick, veined, already hard for her. She wraps those shy fingers around it, gives it a timid stroke, then braver, bolder, her own little whimpers mixing with Katherine’s raw cries.

She shifts, panties dragging aside, Tommy’s cockhead brushing her dripping slit. The heat makes her knees buckle. Her trance has started, shy, sweet eyes going wide and soft as she lifts herself up, guided by Tommy’s hands on her hips.

In the mirror, she sees it all: Katherine’s thick pussy stuffed full, throat fucked raw, Jess’s fingers buried deep, and her, the sweet one, about to split herself open for the first ride of the night.

“Good girl,” Tommy grunts. “Show them how you ride. Show them how pretty you look split on my cock.”

Ayla moans, head tipping back, voice soft but filthy, that trance blooming. “Mmm, yes, I wanna feel it, wanna be your good girl.”

She lowers herself inch by inch, slick dragging against Tommy’s cock, the room filling with the wet, needy sound of her pussy swallowing him whole. Hands braced on his chest, hips tilting, she rocks slowly at first, letting every stretch pull a shuddery moan from her throat. In the mirrors, every detail is on display: her pretty lips parted, her ass lifting, Tommy’s thick cock vanishing into her tight, dripping pussy.

Across the room, Katherine is a storm of motion, thick thighs spread, spit dripping down her chin, cock shoved raw and deep down her throat as Jude hammers her from behind. Jason slams into her front, thick shaft throbbing as her moans shred the air, ragged, guttural, and wet. Each slap and squelch echoes, vibrating through the mirrored walls and into Ayla’s senses.

The sight of Katherine drenched, fucked like a goddess, every moan, every slick slide magnified in the mirrors, makes Ayla tremble, shivers cascading down her spine. Her hips lift, roll, and grind of their own accord, pussy dripping, trance blooming deeper with every thrust she feels, every sound and motion her eyes devour. Every wet slap, every guttural cry pushes her higher, her body responding to the chaos around her.

Tommy’s hands flex on her hips, steady but patient. “Feel it all, baby. Take it all in. Show them how wet and ready you are.”

Ayla rocks harder, pussy slick and hot, each bounce making Tommy’s cock throb deeper inside her. The mirrored walls catch every angle, doubling the view of her spreading, bouncing, dripping heat. Katherine’s guttural moans and sloppy gags echo across the room, a raw soundtrack that makes Ayla’s own hips snap faster, trance flooding every inch of her body.

Jess’s eyes widen, her fingers flexing as she slides forward, drawn by the rhythm of Ayla’s ride. The subtle scent of sweat and sex fills the air, thick and electric, pulling Ayla further into her spiraling need.

Ayla’s back arches, every slap of her ass against Tommy’s pelvis sharper, wetter, more hypnotic. Her moans break loose, ragged and needy, mixing with the room’s chaos, the slick, the spit, the sight of her goddess taken hard.

The heat in her veins spikes. Her trance blooms fully. She’s lost, dripping, riding, and utterly consumed by the mess of desire surrounding her.

Jess creeps closer, hungry gaze locked on Ayla’s bouncing ass, the raw scent of her arousal nearly suffocating.

“Holy fuck,” Jess whispers, voice trembling with lust, eyes glued to Ayla’s every movement. “Look at her…”

Ayla shudders, lips parting, eyes half-lidded, body trembling as Katherine’s voice cracks around Jason’s cock, a filthy, echoing praise that makes her pulse spike. “Ohhh fuck, look at her, our goddess ride that dick, yes, yes, yes, fuck YES.”

Tommy’s grip tightens at Ayla’s hips, not stopping her, just grounding her, voice low and wrecked. “Yeah, they’re watching, baby. They’re watching you, our pretty goddess rider. Show ‘em how you break this cock.”

Jess licks her lips, eyes flicking from Ayla’s bouncing ass to the mirror and back. “Fuck, that ass is moving, holy shit, Ayla, you’re insane. Harder, ride him harder, baby.”

Jude’s thrusts into Katherine stutter for a heartbeat, even he’s glancing at the show, that massive cock still splitting her open as he groans. “God damn, that’s filthy.”

Ayla’s trance cracks wide open. Her back arches, hair swings wild, each slam of her hips louder, faster, the slap echoing like a drumbeat through the mirrored room. She whimpers rough, words tumbling free. “Yes, fuck, fuck, I’m gonna break this cock, piston it, oh god, yes.”

Tommy growls, palm smacking her ass hard, the clap of skin a sharp crack making her squeal. “That’s it, pretty fucking dick rider, bounce, bounce harder, fuck yes.”

Ayla’s moans break into gasps, trance haze deeper than ever. Jess moans under her breath, one hand slipping between her own thighs. “Yes baby, break him, bounce, bounce, fuck that cock.”

Katherine pulls off Jason’s cock, letting the tip rest at her lips. She swallows thickly, eyes wild, then rasps out, “That’s our girl, fuck yes, make that pussy clap, show these boys how we do it,” before sliding back down on him, moans muffled as she resumes her pace.

Ayla’s ass crashes down, bouncing so fast the wet claps blur into a fever beat. Her voice tears into a scream. “Oh fuck, Tommy, your slut, I’m your slut, break me, break my pussy!”

Her thighs lock, whole body shaking, then she gushes. A violent squirt sprays down his cock, splashing his abs, running in messy rivulets to the cushion. The mirrors catch every drop, Ayla’s body jerking in trance-drunk release.

Jess’s jaw drops, hand flying between her legs. “Holy fuck, she’s spraying, look at that fountain, oh god yes.” She rubs furiously, eyes wide, hungry.

Tommy’s fingers curl in Ayla’s hair, tugging just enough to tilt her head back, his voice low and coaxing at her ear. “Mmm, that’s my pretty little fountain. Go on, baby… slide down and taste yourself. Show them how sweet you are.”

Her trance shatters open. She slides to all fours, tongue laving up his shaft, sloppy and desperate, moaning into the mess. Each lick smears her own squirt across her lips and chin. Jess whimpers, practically shaking as she watches. Katherine, gagged on cock, still manages to moan approval at the sight, eyes locked on Ayla debasing herself in the mirror.

After Ayla cleans Tommy’s cock, she lifts her trance-fogged eyes and sees Katherine still pinned between Jude and Jason, spit and cum shining, moans raw. Jude’s thick cock looks impossibly huge sliding in and out, and the sight pulls Ayla like a magnet. She crawls up onto the big platform bed, laying herself out beneath Katherine in a perfect mirror pose. Her lips meet Katherine’s clit, tongue pressing flat so she can taste every drip while Jude pounds down into her.

The angle is brutal and perfect: Ayla’s mouth right where Jude’s cock parts Katherine wide, tongue lapping the slick as it gushes around his shaft. Katherine’s body jolts, a strangled cry tearing from her throat. She rips her lips off Jason’s cock for a second, spit trailing, and dives down to Ayla’s pussy, lapping greedily.

The mirrored room catches it all: a knot of bodies, Ayla’s face smeared in pussy slick, Katherine’s tongue buried in her folds while still being spit-roasted.

Tommy edges closer, stroking himself, cock flushed and dripping. Katherine pulls off Jason with a wet gasp, leans forward to lick at Tommy’s tip, sloppy and eager, before grinning up at him. “Mmm… go on, baby. Get some of my pussy while she licks me clean.”

Jude finally pulls free, strings of cream stretching between his cock and Katherine’s swollen folds. Tommy steps in behind her, thick shaft in hand, lining up with her dripping slit. Katherine moans, dragging Jude’s messy cock to her lips, wrapping them hungrily around the fat head. Her voice is muffled as she groans, “Fuck, let me taste my pussy off your cock…”

Tommy sinks deep into Katherine, her dripping pussy swallowing him greedily. She gasps, hips bucking as his thick cock hammers in, each thrust slapping slick against her folds, coating his shaft in her cum and juices. Her knees tremble, pussy clenching and milking him with every hot, sloppy slide.

Katherine drags Jude’s massive, messy cock into her mouth, lips gliding over the fat, slick head, then rips back to Jason’s cock, sucking him hard while grinding down onto Tommy. Her voice is ragged, filthy, raw with need. “Fuck, yes… take me… all of you… your cocks feel so good… I’m gonna cum on you… coat your cock in my pussy, make me messy…”

Her orgasm explodes, shuddering through her pussy as she sprays thick, hot cum over Tommy’s cock. Ayla’s tongue dives in, lapping every drop, smearing Katherine’s slick back onto her pussy and his shaft, pushing the messy, filthy heat over the edge. Every slick strand, every squirt, every gasp is mirrored in the big glass walls, amplifying the erotic chaos.

Tommy pulls out, glistening and slicked with her

pussy and cum, and Jude drives in next, thick cock plunging deep into Katherine’s dripping slit. She lifts her lips to Jason again, sucking him hard, moaning and gasping, cunt clenching around Jude as he fucks her slow and deliberate, spreading her juices over his shaft. Her cries are guttural, messy, dripping with cum and lust, pussy quivering with each punishing thrust, the room pulsing with raw, filthy heat.

Jude’s monster cock drives deep, dragging a raw moan from Katherine’s throat as her greedy pussy quivers, stretched wide and gushing. The wet slap-slap-slap is relentless, slick drips down Jude’s shaft, glistening with Katherine’s creamy mess, balls slapping heavy against her spread folds.

Tommy is right there, stroking himself at the edge of the bed, his cock glistening too, not with spit this time but with Katherine’s own slick that drips off his shaft in shiny strings. Jason’s thick cock throbs next to him, the head flushed and shiny from being pushed against her lips. They’re watching, hungry, eyes locked on the way Ayla’s pinned under Katherine, nose buried in that wet, twitching clit while Jude’s monster cock hammers in overhead.

Ayla’s trance is deeper than ever, face already shining with pussy slick, eyes half-closed as she sucks every fresh gush that drips out around Jude’s shaft. The mirrors bounce the sight back: greedy goddess on all fours, Ayla flat on her back, her mouth right where the cock parts Katherine wide.

Jude pulls out, his slick cock dangling heavy and glistening, offering it to Ayla. She eagerly licks the taste, moaning softly as Jason slides a hand down, rubbing her clit with firm circles while sucking Jude’s tip. Ayla’s hips jerk, a low gasp slipping past her lips, fingers digging into the sheets as each stroke sends a fresh pulse of heat through her. Her moans mingle with the taste of Jude on her tongue, body trembling with the delicious chaos. After a moment, Jude shifts back, thrusting deep into Katherine again, her body rocking with the force.

Jess is kneeling beside the bed, fingers buried in her slick folds, voice filthy and sharp. “Look at our sweet slut, god, Ayla, you taste that? You taste her leaking down that fat cock?”

Ayla gasps, nose bumping Jude’s heavy balls, eyes fluttering. “Mmm, so good, all over me, so fucking messy.”

Katherine’s breath hits that guttural edge, ripping her mouth off Jason’s cock, spit trailing down her chin. She snarls over her shoulder, words broken. “Yes, yes, pound me, Tommy, Jason, get in line, share it, fuck this hole sloppy.”

Now it’s a cock carousel in motion. Jude pulls out with a wet slap, strings of creamy slick stretching as Tommy drives in behind her, thick cock plunging deep into Katherine’s dripping pussy. Her body jolts, ass rippling under each hard, punishing thrust. Ayla moans, tongue dragging greedily along the raw folds, tasting every slick slide as they stretch under Tommy’s hips.

“Fucking god, look at that, she’s drenched in it,” Jess hisses, grinding her clit with three fingers, low whimper tumbling from her lips. “Ayla, you little slut, keep licking it, lap that slit clean, fuck yes.”

Tommy groans, cock slams deep, balls shining with the same slick as they smack against Katherine’s folds, brushing Ayla’s chin every thrust. Katherine’s voice is savage. “Yes, yes, keep it up, ruin me, fuck it open, Tommy, show our girl what she’s gonna take next.”

Jason replaces him next, the fat head of his cock parts that messy hole again, sloppy squelches echoing in the mirrored room. Ayla’s moans hitch when Jason’s heavy balls bump her lips. She drags her tongue over them, lapping the slick right off.

Katherine’s moan shreds into a broken scream. “OH FUCK, look at it, Ayla, look at your goddess drowning in cock, yes, yes, yes, fuck YES.”

Jude comes in for the final pounding, that monster shaft splits her so wide that a fresh gush coats his base. Ayla’s mouth is right there, tongue flicking, nose pressed to the swollen clit as Jude pounds harder and harder.

The rhythm gets brutal, smack-smack-smack, then a guttural, messy thud-thud-thud as Katherine’s thighs quake. Jess screams when she squirts over her own hand, the wetness splattering her thigh.

Katherine’s orgasm hits like a lightning bolt, she shudders forward, spine arching as Jude’s cock drags her open. Her whole body trembles, voice shredded. “Fuck, fuck, I’m cumming, oh fuck, YES.”

Jude keeps pounding, his thrusts relentless, grunts deepening as he nears release, the sound raw and urgent in the mirrored room.

Ayla’s trance breaks for one beat, she lifts her sticky face, lips parted, eyes glazed with want. Noticing Jude’s grunts and the tension in his body, she realizes he’s about to cum and gasps, “Don’t you fucking waste that, paint me, cover me with it.” She springs up, kneels at the edge of the bed, and Tommy, already ready to explode, approaches her. Jude pulls out, stroking his monster shaft as Tommy grunts, ropes of cum splattering Ayla’s face first, streaking her nose, cheeks, and lips. Jude strokes his monster shaft, head swollen and slick, until heavy spurts coat her hairline, dripping down her throat. Jason’s cock throbs next to her cheek, thick ropes splashing over her jaw and collarbone.

Katherine collapses onto her back behind her, thick thighs still spread, pussy twitching and raw.

Ayla giggles, a tiny filthy sound, smearing it all around with her fingertips. She twists toward Katherine’s spent pussy, still gaping and glistening, and drags her cum-drenched face right into the folds.

The sloppy kiss of her lips on that raw slit echoes in the mirrored room, slurp, smack, slurp. Katherine props herself up on her elbows, looking down her sweaty body at Ayla’s messy face buried in her cunt.

“God, look at you,” Katherine breathes, voice cracked and honeyed filth. “Smear it in, baby, let this greedy pussy wear every drop.”

Ayla laughs, voice a dreamy moan. “Mmm, taste it all, your greedy cunt loves this mess, my mess, Tommy’s mess, everyone’s.”

She pushes her nose deep, tongue swirling through every drip until the slick squelch is the only sound under Katherine’s ragged moans. Jess’s voice cuts through, raw, a wicked purr. “Fuck, our perfect slut, drown in it, this is just the beginning.”

And the mirrors catch it: Ayla’s cum-dripping face buried in her goddess’s ruined pussy, three cocks glistening, twitching in the aftermath, and Katherine, back arched, mouth parted, riding the edge of another filthy wave.

The room is still humming, slick echoes fading into a low, sticky silence. Katherine’s sprawled on her back, hair fanned out on the mirror-polished bed, thighs trembling from aftershocks. Ayla stays kneeling between them, her face a glistening canvas of cum and pussy-slick, lips curved in that dazed, dreamy grin that says she’d do it all again right now if they told her to.

Jess, breathless and flushed, crawls up beside them, palms sticky from where she’d been knuckle-deep watching it all. She tugs Ayla close, presses a soft, filthy kiss to her cheek, smearing the mess even more.

“Look at you, baby,” Jess whispers against her ear, voice equal parts tease and praise. “Perfect little cum slut. Goddess’s favorite toy. I’m so fucking proud.”

Tommy sits back on his heels at the edge of the bed, his cock still half-hard, wet and gleaming in the mirror’s reflection. He watches Ayla’s shy eyes flutter to his, that sweet innocence flickering through the filth. He reaches out, strokes her cheek with his knuckles, smearing a stray line of cum across her jaw.

“You good?” His voice is low, warm, all that steady calm that makes him feel like the anchor to their madness.

Ayla nods, giggling as she wipes her mouth with the back of her hand. “Mmm… better than good. Can we do it again?”

Katherine lets out a breathless, wrecked laugh from where she’s draped back. Her hand slides lazily through Ayla’s messy hair, tugging her down for one final greedy kiss, tongues tangling, cum smearing warm between their lips.

Jess flops beside them, eyes glassy, voice a husky purr. “Just wait, baby girl. Summer’s coming. We’re just getting started.”

And in the mirrored walls, they catch a final glimpse of themselves, the goddess, the pack, the sweet messy slut kneeling between them, all reflections blurred together, raw, spent, and hungry for whatever comes next.

Chapter 29

Cuck by the pool

They’d been lazing around Katherine’s pool all afternoon, Ayla stretched out on a lounger in her tiny bikini, Jess dangling her feet in the water, Tommy sprawled back with a beer in hand, sunglasses low on his nose. Katherine sat on the edge, dipping her legs in, big sunhat shading her smirk as she watched her favorite troublemakers come alive again now that school was done.

Tommy cracked a grin, eyes locked on Jess’s lips. “You know, you haven’t sucked my cock in a while.”

Jess glanced up, cocky little smirk curling her mouth. “Oh? Big man feeling neglected?”

Ayla burst out laughing, that sweet, filthy giggle that made Katherine’s toes curl in the water. Katherine leaned back on her hands, eyes twinkling. “Well, Jess? You gonna fix that or make him beg?”

Jess dragged her fingers through the pool, then pushed herself up, dripping wet and looking like sin. She sauntered over, knelt between Tommy’s spread thighs, and palmed the bulge in his shorts. “Hmm, since you’re complaining.” She looked up through her lashes. “Pull it out.”

Tommy did, and Jess wasted no time. Her lips wrapped around him slow, tongue swirling, spit dripping down her knuckles. She moaned around his length, those filthy slurping sounds echoing under the hot sun. Ayla watched, breath catching as she squeezed her thighs together, giggling when Tommy tipped his head back with a soft, “Good girl.”

When Jess pulled off, wiping her mouth, Ayla’s grin turned wicked. “Hmmm, you know what I liked?” She leaned forward on her elbows, voice low and playful. “That Mirror Room. God, I wish I’d had someone to cuck while I was riding you.”

Katherine’s eyes glinted behind her sunglasses. “Oh, baby, that would be so hot.”

Jess popped her lips, leaning over Tommy’s thigh. “Practice on me. Pretend I’m the one you want to cuck.”

Ayla’s eyes went wide, then narrowed with that new, dirty confidence. “Okay. Fuck it, let’s go.”

Tommy was already hard, leaking and ready. Ayla straddled him right there in the lounger, her tiny bikini sliding to the side as she sank down on him slow, both of them gasping at the stretch.

Jess knelt on the deck beside them, brushing her wet hair back, her voice a perfect whimper. “Please baby, don’t, don’t do this, don’t fuck him.”

Ayla’s giggle turned filthy, a slutty laugh that made Katherine’s pussy throb. “Oh, fuck off, Marcus,” she sneered down at Jess. “I need a real cock tonight.”

Ayla rolled her hips, bouncing harder, tits jiggling in her tiny top. “Mm, that feels so fucking good. Watch me, Marcus. Watch what you’ll never get.”

Katherine burst out laughing, one hand sliding down to cup her own breast through the bikini. “Look at your sister-wife,” she purred at Jess. “Look at your pretty sister-wife taking that cock so good.”

Tommy’s hands locked on Ayla’s hips and slammed her down harder. She threw her head back, voice breaking into raw, wet moans. Jess whimpered at their side, playing the part like a pro, one hand slipping into her bikini bottoms even as she kept her eyes glued to them.

“Oh fuck, Tommy, yes, yes, fuck me while you watch,” Ayla gasped, bouncing hard, voice feral. “Oh, god, this cock feels so good, every inch.”

Jess groaned, squirming, persona fully locked in. “Oh no, baby, I, I can’t believe I’m watching this, I don’t want you to fuck him like this.” Her voice trembled with arousal, flushed, desperate, each slap of pussy against cock making her ache.

Ayla leaned forward, teeth grazing her lower lip, eyes dark with lust. “Oh, it’s so good, Marcus, if you’d fucked me good, I wouldn’t be fucking him right now.”

She twisted just enough to glance at Jess, teasingly low. “Watch me take it, hear me moan, smell me dripping, and do nothing. Pathetic, isn’t it?”

Jess whimpered, hand pressed to her chest, nails digging in. “Oh fuck, he’s splitting you, baby, oh no, I’m just watching, I can’t, I can’t touch.” Her voice was thick with lust and humiliation, every movement of Ayla driving her closer to losing control.

Ayla laughed low, grinding down, whispering hot and sharp, letting her lips brush Jess’s ear. “See? Every slick groove, every moan, every inch, all mine. You can watch, beg if you want, but all you get is this view.”

Jess gasped, biting her lip, shaking, chest heaving, completely trapped between shame and need. “Oh god, so good, don’t stop, don’t stop, I’m watching, I’m watching.”

Ayla arched over Tommy, hips snapping hard, voice wet and raw. “That’s right, look at me, hear him in my moans, feel every thrust, and Marcus, just know, even if you could, you’d never give me pleasure like this.”

Katherine leaned closer, eyes glued to the sloppy bounce of Ayla’s ass on Tommy’s lap. “God, that’s so hot,” she breathed. “Fuck him, baby. Break that cock.”

Ayla bounced harder, louder now, the wet smack of her pussy echoing over the pool water. Jess moaned, fingers pumping deep, her other hand grabbing Tommy’s thigh. “You gonna cum for him, god you’re going to cum for him?” she hisses.

Ayla’s giggle cracked into a raw, breathless moan. “Fuck yes, fuck, I’m gonna, mmm, yes, Tommy, fill my face.”

Tommy growled, hips jerking. Ayla popped off his cock at the last second, dropping to her knees in front of him. “Give it to me, every drop, I need it on me!” she panted, eyes blazing, tongue darting out. His cum painted her cheeks, her lips, thick and sticky in the summer sun. Ayla giggled, greedily smearing it with her fingers as Jess gasped, “Holy fuck, that’s filthy.”

Ayla’s still kneeling between Tommy’s spread thighs, cum dripping off her cheeks and lips, she drags her fingers through the mess with a soft giggle, smearing it across her chest. Katherine tips her sunglasses down, that devilish smirk curling slow.

“Mmm, gonna wipe that pretty face on my pussy again like you did last time?” Katherine purrs.

Ayla’s giggle turns into a sweet, filthy hum. “If you beg nice enough.”

Jess bursts out laughing, flicking pool water at Ayla’s sticky tits. “God, girl, you got fucked that night. I still can’t believe you just laid there and let them swap you around like that.”

Katherine blushes, but it’s that wicked flush that makes her look ten years younger. She presses her thighs together, voice low and gleeful. “I loved it. That constant switching, different cocks, stretched wide, Ayla licking me the whole time, fuck, it was so hot.”

Ayla bites her lip, wiping a fresh streak of cum down her chest. “We should do that more this summer.”

Jess nods, hair dripping down her back, eyes glinting. “Fuck yes, you’re so pretty when you take it like that, Katherine. Naughty goddess.”

Katherine’s laugh melts into a pleased little sigh, a queen with her loyal sluts. “We will,” she promises, voice warm and wicked. She tips her sunglasses up, flicks pool water off her fingers, and grins at all of them. “But first, tomorrow. There’s a big party down at the marina. We’re going. We need to celebrate you dirty little monsters finishing your exams. No excuses.”

Ayla giggles, licking her lips clean. “Fuck yes. I’ll drink to that.”

Tommy just leans back, his cock still twitching, watching his girls giggle like witches over their next wicked plan. He knows they’re gonna be trouble.

And he loves every filthy second of it.

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close to the end

I stared at the shack wonder way Sherry had asked me to come here. I looked down at the note in my hand as I walked slowly up to it not sure why the hair on my neck stood on end. I pushed opened the door and took a step in. She was lying on the cot in the corner and my breathing increased as I crept up to her and then I show her eyes. Her lifeless eyes staring at me, I ran to her dropping to my knees beside her and that was when I saw the cut across her neck. “You’re never be able to protect her from me bitch.”
I jerked up and felt the sweat dripping down my face as I looked around our room. I turned to find that Sherry wasn’t in bed with me and my fear increased until I saw the clock beside our bed. It was just after ten and she would be in school. I covered my face in my hands slowly trying to calm my mind “Another dream?”
I looked up into Ashley’s concerned eyes. It has been a week since I was released from the hospital after my latest attempt on my life. Mr. Clearwater or Ashley was staying with me while Sherry was in school. Not because they were worried I’ll try again but because of these dreams “How long?” I asked as I got out of bed grabbing my crutches “A little over an hour this time.”
The dreams came every time I closed my eyes. I was lucky to sleep more than two hours in between them. I made my way out back and pulled out my cigarettes and lit one as I let my mind clear itself of the haunting image of her “Same as the others?” Ashley asked and I looked over at her leaning against the frame of the door. I nodded and set down in a plastic lawn chair and stared at the clouds over head. “Have you told the Therapist about the dreams?”
“God how many times to I have to tell you guys, yes?” My voice was hard and I felt bad right after I said it and looked over at her. She shook her head knowing I was going to apologize. “It’s ok, I understand that it hard.” She walked over and laid a hand on my shoulder. “You know we are here for you if you want to talk about them.” I kept the dreams from them for two reasons. One it was hard for me to talk about them and two because I didn’t want to give them those images.
“I found a note from Sherry tell me to meet her at the shack I hide at when I need to get away from Mike.” Ashley’s brows rose as I started speaking but she didn’t say anything. “When I walked in I found her with her throat slit and her eyes staring at me accusing, like I had failure her. Then I heard his voice saying I could never protect her.” I buried my face into my hands as the dream played again in my head.
“Every time I close my eyes I see her dead.” I looked at her and tears slowly slid down my face. “He broke something in me when he called me. I feel in it growing inside of me, the fear that I can’t keep her safe. I hate that she away from when she at school because I don’t know if she safe or not.” Ashley kneeled down in front of me grabbing my hands. “Becky you cannot do this to yourself. By letting yourself have these fears he wins and we both don’t want him to win again.” She turned my hands over until I saw the scars down my wrist.
I jerked my hands from hers “How the hell do I do that when I see her dead every time I close my damn eyes. You seat there and say that like it a switch I can just flip off. He put that in me by using the one people that I care about the most. How can I not feel this, I can’t just close my mind to those fears after every dream.”
I threw my cigarette down and got up and turned only to find her standing there. Her face was ghostly white and I could see the fear and worry in her eyes. She had seen what the beast was capable of and she had looked that beast in the eyes alone, something I would never wish on her. I couldn’t look at her anymore and walked into the house. She tried to grabbed my arm but I pulled free “Becky.” I didn’t stop until I was in our room and had the door closed.
I laid down with my face in the pillows. Mike has done so many things to me. He beat and raped me hundreds of times, took my ability to have kids, put me in crutches for the rest of my life. Why, why after all that did he have to take her from me like this? Yes she was here but just looking at her made me see those dream again.
“Why won’t she look at me for more than a minute? The only time I am close to her is when we are asleep and even then I feel the distance.” I heard the tears in Sherry’s voice and felt worse that I was hurting her like I was. “She found a way to handle her feeling and fear when Mike was hurt her, but her fear of losing you is driving her crazy. She doesn’t sleep because of those dreams and when you are away she can’t stop herself from worrying. She loves you and all she wants is to keep you safe, but she doesn’t want you to stop living your life just to make sure of that. It doesn’t make since but fear never does.” It was quit after that and I laid there feel both stupid and scared.
I must have fallen asleep again because I jerk awake again from another dream. I rolled over and found her sitting on the bed beside me. “I’m sorry” I said as I pushed up against the headboard. “I don’t mean to hurt you like I am.” She reached over and cupped my cheek and I leaned into her touch. I felt my emotions calm. I grabbed her hand and pulled until I had her in my arms. I ran my hand lightly over her cheek and looked into her eyes for a moment then kissed her.
I pulled back feeling both ashamed and sad that I had forgot what it felt like to kiss her. The love her lips held for me. I kissed her again more passionate this time and I felt the fire burst inside me that I hadn’t felt since the last time we had been like this. I rolled until I was on top of her and I felt her hand on my back. I pulled back slightly and looked deep into her eyes. “I love you.” Then my lips were against her harder than ever. She returned it and I ran my hand down until I had her shirt and pushed it up and she leaned towards me to let it ride up her back. We broke the kiss when I got the shirt to her neck and pulled it off throwing it on the floor. I barely noticed that she didn’t have a bra on when she pushed me back and her lips sealed against mine. This too was unlike any of our kisses because they were shorts but fierce full of desire and love.
Her hand pulled off my shirt and it joined hers on the floor and she returned to those kisses. I had never felt so much from her and I then she started working those kiss down my neck until I groaned as she latched on to my right nipple. As she sucked and licked my nipple the fire in me growing and I grabbed her face pulling back to my lips again then I worked my way to her right nipple. Her hand worked its way up my side until she grabbed my breast and squeezed causing me to moan on her nipple and she moaned as well.
I pushed her back until I was again on top of her switching to her other nipple and felt how hard it was as I took it into my mouth. Her moans grew louder and her hand trailed up my back. Her nails dug in to my flesh and I groaned biting down on her nipple and swirled my tongue hard against it. Shivers ran down my back following her hand until it grabbed my ass. Then her hands grabbed the seams of my shorts pushing then down over my panties and down my legs until she used her foot to push them off and her hands returned to my ass and she squeezed and I pulled back moaning. I pushed back and took of her pants and I grabbed her ass pulling her again to my lips and we kneeled on the bed.
I pushed against her shoulder sending her back to the bed and kissed my way from her lips down her breast to her stomach. I kissed her belly button will I worked her panties down and then I move down kissing until I heard her moan again as I kiss her clit then lick her very wet lips. I sucked her clit in my mouth and ran my fingers up her leg until the meet the moister of her pussy and I slowly pushed my finger into her. She grabbed my hair as I did pushing me harder against her clit as my knuckle pressed again her lips. While I suck her clit I worked my finger in and out of her slowly picking up speed until I pushed a second then a third.
Her moans got louder and her breathing got harder and I know she was close and when I felt her hand pushing harder on my head I pulled my finger out and cover her lips with my mouth and ran my tongue from the bottom of her lips to her clit and she explode squirting her cum into my mouth. She was completely lost to her orgasm as I continued sucking her lips pull every drop of her cum into my mouth. I pulled back and her eyes were closed and her chest was raising and falling hard.
Then her eyes snapped open and she shove me over until I was on my back and she moved between my legs yanking off my panties. She sucked on my clit and push a finger in me like I had her and I moaned and felt her moving in and out of me. I grabbed the bed as my mind became consumed by the fire and her mouth and finger. I lost all senses of her as the fire built and I soon started begging for the release of an orgasm as I trashed my head from side to side and then it was like a dam burst and I flooded her mouth with my cum.
She pulled back from my very, very sensitive pussy and kissed me before rolling to her side beside me. I couldn’t speak as my breathing was so hard. Slowly I become more aware of my surroundings and I laughed lightly. “Damn” one word but it had so much mean behind it. “I know” she said and I turned my head and looked at her and she was watching me. “Where the hell did that come?” She asked and again I laughed. “Me, how about you?” we laid there held each other for awhile after that until Mr. Clearwater got home.
I was sitting in the living room the next morning while Ashley was in the kitchen looking online for things to increase our sex life to feel more like yesterday. I just thinking about it again cause me to moan “You ok?” I nodded and looked up at Ashley, she had on her coat and hand me mind. I shut down the computer and got up. I had another appointment with my Therapist in an hour.
The Therapist sat there watching me as I told him about my latest dreams. He never said much but I think just talking about this was helping me. After my appointment Ashley dropped me off at the curve. I had just got into the house when I heard a noise from down the hall and I went to find out what it was. Part of me was nervous that Mike had got into the house but my more rational side of my brain didn’t see that as possible.
Mr. Clearwater door was cracked and I made my way quietly up to it and looked in. I froze when I saw Sherry bouncing up and down on Mr. Clearwater. For a second my mind flashed back to Mike but then Sherry body took my focus and I watched her. As I watched them I felt moister between my legs and my hand moved there without me knowing. I show how he caressed her and moved with care to make sure she was enjoying it. I had never until that moment every seen a man make love and it excited me. With Mike it was his pleasure and he release never mine, but Mr. Clearwater was focus on her until she cum then he focused on himself. When they were finish she rolled off.
She laid beside him and I just stood there as he rolled and lightly ran his finger up and down her like I had a few times. “You didn’t seem to enjoy that like before.” she smiled “No I did it just after yesterday with Becky I felt so much more than ever. I had never seen her like that dad she was almost animal like. She was free and wild and it was oh so good.” He smiled and kissed her. “She slowly moving away from the past and looking towards the future. She understands things that we can never imagine and now her sexual drive is awaking within her.”
When they went to get up I moved quietly until I was sit in the living room and open my laptop. They were a little shocked at finding me sit there and Mr. Clearwater left for work shortly after that and Sherry sat down beside me. “How long have you been home?” I could hear the worry in her voice and smiled at her. “Long enough to finally know the different between have sex with man and making love with a man.” She looked away “I’m sorry I didn’t want you to see that.”
“Why” I asked and she looked back. “Because I didn’t know how you would feel about seeing that.” I looked at her and laugh. “It not like I have never seen anything like that, well no I haven’t. I can see why you like. It made me wonder a little what it would be like to know that kind of love.” I was staring off in to space and felt her hand on mine. “I mean with you I know that but not with a man.”
“Maybe you should asked dad if you two can try it.” I shook my head “No I sure if he would I’ll be afraid memories would came back and I would freak too much, so no.” We sat there quietly for a moment and then she said something that got me thinking. “Why is it you can have sex with me then?” I thought about it for a moment. “It has nothing to do with you being a girl I know that but I feel safe and love with you. You never pushed me further or tried to make me do something. I guess it because it’s you.” She thought about that then looked at me. “What if I was there with you while you were with him?
“I don’t know” she cupped my face and kissed me. “Dad is always going to part of my sex life and you will be too, but to bring both those worlds together would be great so just think about it for awhile.” I looked at her “What’s it like with him?” She thought about that for a moment “it’s like with you, even though he a man I feel the same things with him just not as strong as I do with you. I love dad but I’m in love with you. I can see in your eyes that you are excited by the thought but are scared it will be like Mike and I can promise you that it won’t be. Because of one small fact and do you know what that is?” I shook my head. “If you say stop he will.”
I stared into her eyes and I thought about what she was saying then before I even know what I was saying I asked her “Would he even want me like that?” She smiled “We can ask and find out.” I looked down and thought about this. “I’m still not sure about this what if I not good for him.” She turned my face towards her “are you afraid that you are a bad lover because I know you not. He going into the office for something and will be back in an hour for dinner. I ask him then.” I nodded and then we walked TV.
Like she said an hour after he had left Mr. Clearwater came home and walked into the kitchen. Sherry hopped up and I tried to grab her hand to stop her but she smile. “Dad, can I ask you something?” I sat there almost holding my breath. “You know you can ask me anything.” I hear a pot land on the stove. “Would you ever be with Becky like you are with me?”
“I never thought about why.” I heard her take a breath. “Just wonder really, she never knew what it feels to make love to anyone but me and I thought if she ever wanted to know what it like you would be the best choice.” It was quiet for a moment and I was starting to wonder what was happening. “Hey while I won’t deny that she really beautiful and I have felt attracted to her but I don’t think she is or may ever want that. Honey I don’t know if you ever told you what Mike did to her but she did tell me when I first meet her and some of the things he did to her was really bad.”
“She saw us together early.” I jump as I heard the pan fall to the floor. “I was a little worried she may have I was…” Her voice cut him off. “She said she now understands the different between having sex with a man and making love with a man. She said it got her wonder what it was like. I said maybe she should ask you but she didn’t think she could handle it but I ask what I was there with her.”
“I could tell that it excited her but she had some fears one that lessen when I told her that if she said stop you would.” It again went quiet and I was nervous. “What was her other fears?” His voice was heavy and it took me a moment to realize that he was aroused. “That you wouldn’t want her like that and two that she wouldn’t be good enough for you.” There wasn’t a sound in the house other that and I was barely breathing as I wait to hear what he would say. What I had not expected was for them to come back into the living room. I lowered my eyes as he sat on the coffee table in front of me.
Not happened for a few moment then he reached out and lift my chin until I was looking him in the eyes. Slowly he leaned over and his lips touched mine and I jerk but he waited for a second then pressed them against mine again. At first I didn’t then slowly I started kissing him back. It was a simply kiss not more. When he pulled back he stared into my eyes. I know he could tell I was nervous and I was slightly scared and he smiled which I returned. Then again his lips pressed against mine and he moved until he was sitting next to me. Again he pulled back and stared into my eyes. His arm wrapped around me and he pulled me to him and his lips sealed against mine only this wasn’t like before this was like how Sherry and I kissed. I felt his mouth open and I did as well and felt as his tongue moved into my mouth.
I was sure how long we sat there kissing but when he finally pulled back I was shock that I had my arms under his shoulder holding him to me as he held me to him. “Are you sure this is what you want?” He said as he let me go and we set back. I thought about it and he asked another question. “How do you feel about us being together like that.” I looked up at him “nervous and a little scared.” He asked why and I again took a moment to think. “I’m not sure what to expect or what will happen.”
“Because you are afraid it will be like with Mike or something else?” I shrugged. “I saw how you treated Sherry so it not that I think it going to be like with Mike. I scared because I want to know and I also scared of freaking out if a memory was to surface.” I lowered my eyes “or are you scared that you may like it more then when and you and sherry are together.” I again shrugged not sure how to answer. “I’m willing to be with you like that so you can feel the difference and if you like it and want it again then we can but I know deep down that you are in love with my daughter and this won’t change that. If you want to you can come to my room tonight and sherry can come to but I will only be with you.” I looked up at him. He was giving me the choice to think about it. I nodded and he went back to the kitchen.
After dinner I went outside and stared up at the sky as I got me a cigarette. I did want to know what it felt like with him but was I ready for that. I jump a little when I felt a hand on my back and turned and watch Sherry take a seat beside me. “You been quiet with me and I want to know if you are mad or not. I know you were wonder what it was like but you never did say for sure if you want me to ask him.” I shook my head and kiss her. “Just wonder if I am ready to know or not.” I said as I turned back toward the sky.
“I talked with dad about it and he want me to tell you that if you’re worried about what might happen between you to tell you that it just going to be intercourse no oral or anything other like that.” I nodded
I was lying on the bed still wondering if I was ready with Sherry lying beside me. I heard Mr. Clearwater enter his room and turned looking at the wall that separated us from him. “You know you don’t have to if you not ready.” I looked at her and nodded “but I feel that I am.” She smiled and set up. “Do you want to be with him.” I hesitated only a second before nodding. She pulled my sports bra and short off then my panties. She kissed me and I set up and again looked at the wall. “Are you sure?” I nodded and she walked me to his door.
I could see that his lights where on she opened it and led me in. He was sitting on his bed with the cover pulled up to his bare chest. He smiled at me and watched as I walked over to his bed. “Are you sure about this Becky?” I again nodded and he pulled me to him on the bed and hugged me. “If you want to stop at any time say so and don’t hold it in. if you feel that it need to stop tell me.” I nodded and he laid me on back beside him and reached over and pulled out a condom from his drawer and I laughed. “That not need, I can’t get pregnant and I just had an STD test so I am clean.” He nodded and replaced it back in the drawer.
I looked down at the feet of the bed and looked into Sherry eyes. Then turned my eyes to his as Mr. Clearwater rolled over on top of me. I closed my eyes for a moment then opened them again and found him smile at me. I returned “ready.” He nodded and I felt him against my crotch. I took a breath and felt as he pushed in me and I grunted in pain. “You ok.” I nodded “You’re big then him.” I laughed and he did to as I felt his hips smash mine.
He pulled back and I watch as he smiled again and I felt him push back. He speed picked up and I was slowly moaning and I was shock at how fast I started like what I felt. Before long I was moving my hip to meet his stroke and my moans increased. I wrapped my arms around his shoulder and his hands moved up my side. It was long before I cry out as an orgasm rid my body motionless and I felt him picking up speed until I felt his cock swell and he flood my insides with his cum and it triggered another orgasm in me.
He pulled off of me and laid back beside me. Than I woke in the morning having must have fallen asleep after it had happen. I was still in his room naked and I found some of my clothes on the bed along with my crutches. I got dress and walked into the kitchen and found a note on the bar.
Becky
You fall asleep after it happen and I didn’t want to wake you. I hope it wasn’t too hard but I think you did enjoy yourself a little and I glad I could help. If you ever want to do it again I would like to a well. It was next not to use a condom and I hope you don’t mind me saying that. We all sleep in the same bed and you didn’t have a nightmare well we were asleep. See you when I get home later.
Mr. Clearwater
I smiled as I laid the not down. I wouldn’t mind feel like that again but I still want to be with sherry and make love to her. I wasn’t upset about not having kids anymore either and I felt relaxed for the first time in a long time.

To be continued

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Cindy , dropped by Gerald, discovers a new love- with her co worker Francine

I hung up the phone after speaking with Gerald for the last time. It was over, he was sorry, he hoped we could be friends still, he wished there was a better way he could tell me but better now than later. I had listened, numb, the only man I had imagined myself with, the one who’s surname I had spent hours writing, the one whose children I couldn’t wait to bear just so I might please him had been led by his pecker to someone new- and younger. I had managed ‘Oh” and “uh huh” from my end of the phone and that was enough for the entire conversation. She was there, I could tell -he got distracted and I heard her breathing on the phone- not heavy- she wanted to be there for the kill. Tell the bitch good bye. Yeah.

It was just six forty two and I had got in from my Aerobics class- which I did to try to keep in shape for him. Not a lot of point now I thought; the bitterness starting to come through as the reality of being dumped hit me. I went to the fridge and got out Rum and Coke RTD. That went with me to the sofa where I curled up in a little ball and let the tears flow. I finished my drink then went back to get another to keep me company on my sofa while I thought. Well that was a mistake- I couldn’t think. How do you think when your mind is going at a million miles an hour- so I settled for drinking myself stupid and climbed into my bed at ten utterly schickered.

By morning I had a head ache you would not believe and I felt just as bad as I did the night before only worse because of the head ache. It was a work day so I drove in, put the BMW (the used BMW) in my car park (which I had to pay for) and went into do my job in the purchasing department. It wasn’t stunning but I had wanted to keep my income below that of my beloved Gerald and so had turned down promotions when offered so he would earn more than me.

We girls have one release tool men don’t; we complain to our friends and colleagues and so at morning tea as we sat outside, a coffee in one hand the cigarette in the other I repeated word for word what he had said while giving a somewhat more eloquent version of my responses- well I’m allowed. The girls were riveted. Helen listened open mouthed, Maria keep shaking her head and saying in her Hispanic accent “that bastard” while Francine kept touching my arm and sighing.

Well I felt better after that, someone told the boss and she came over to say she had heard I had had some disappointing news and if I wanted to I could slip away early today. I was tempted but on instinct told her thanks but no, it was important that I got on with life without him and I’d be just fine. I was too; I buried myself in my work and blocked him out- until I went to the bathroom. Then it hit me and I sat on my seat in the cubicle with my head in my hands sobbing.

I heard a voice, Francine’s, “Cindy? Honey is that you?”

“Uh huh,” I managed.

‘

“Can you come out honey?”

Well I could but I really didn’t want to so I gave her “, yeah, I guess.”

She waited a minute then said

“Come out now please.”

It was an order and I obeyed getting up off the seat- I didn’t need to flush; I’d gone before then went back in to sit because I had started crying- and opening the door. She was right there with her arms out for me.

She hugged me tight while I sobbed on her shoulder. It was stupid, now I thought about it, how upset I was over losing him. I mean he wasn’t that good looking, he definitely had the start of a bald spot and he was obviously going to get fat. Not only that but he was never going to earn much; I turned every job down, every job turned him down but I had invested so heavily in him, pinned all my hopes on him that the feeling of loss had been overwhelming. Why I’d even got into a raging argument with my Dad over him- Dad couldn’t stand him- so I’d given all this loyalty and my reward was getting dropped. It wasn’t fair. Well it bloody well wasn’t.

I cried myself out as she held me, stroking my back, and planting little kisses on my cheek. .She was so comforting but I just felt hollow; I had no more tears but it all just seemed so utterly pointless. What was I going to do? Go home, go to work, go home, go to work and I thought of those lines from the Janice Iain song about those of us with ravaged faces, lacking in the social graces, desperately remain at home, inventing lovers of our own… not that my face was actually ravaged that was just the words to the- get on with it? OK.

Yeah, imaginary lovers that’s my future I thought but now I noticed Francine had dropped her hands down from round my back to round my butt.

“Um Francine?” I gasped

.”I’ve had my hands on your butt for nearly thirty seconds and you only just noticed. You like it, don’t you?”

“Francine! My God, I have just broken up with my nearly fiancé. I am very vulnerable and you’re what? Hitting on me? My God Francine! And I am not a lesbian. OK so, oh look, thanks for before but please, can you just get out of my way and we’ll forget this ever-“

“No.”

“What? Excuse me but sexual harassment applies to same sex as well as inter sex incidents.”

“Not if it’s consensual. Listen, don’t speak, just shut up and listen- ok?”

Her urgency was overpowering; I nodded and waited.

“I’m lesbian, OK?”I nodded again, “I’m twenty eight and I spent twenty six of those years believing I was straight- miserable but straight.”

She looked me in the eye and I thought, “my God woman, I am so not you, I need a man”

I had promised not to say anything however so I kept quiet and listened.

.”You know how they say, “it takes one to know one?”

Well, hello! I knew where this was going so I gave her my best “don’t think so” look and rolled my eyes.

She let my butt go and brought her hands up to cup my face holding it just inches from hers then she looked me in the eye. I tried not to look back but I had to. I looked deep into her eyes seeing now, for the first time, how she felt about me and I responded. A shiver ran through me, my head felt light and I knew, without ever having experienced the emotion before that I was completely, utterly, head over heel, no turning back in love with her. So she had been right; she did know one- me. She was watching me of course and as she saw my expression change her face broke into a beautiful smile.

I was hers. She tilted my face slightly, controlling me, bringing my lips close to hers. She paused for a few seconds looking into my eyes. I smiled for her, aching for her kiss then closed my eyes for her. She kissed me. Her lips pressed gently at first then more firmly and finally her lips moved and mine moved with them opening my mouth for her.Her tongue licked the underside of my top lip thrilling me then moved slowly to meet the tip of mine I had never been kissed by a woman before so I had no basis of comparison but it felt so wonderful to be kissed like this. I tried to feel that what we were doing was naughty, wrong but I couldn’t; I loved the feel of her tongue in my mouth and her body pressed against mine.

.”Well?” she asked unnecessarily.

My head was spinning, it should be so wrong but I just knew I wanted her, needed her to kiss me so I looked deep into her eyes and smiled inviting her to kiss me again. .I could feel my nipples and my clit was throbbing. Her hands had dropped down to caress my butt and this time I wanted them there. I felt her cupping my cheeks squeezing them, owning them; I was hers and I so wanted her to know that.

By this time her hands were under my skirt. The only underwear I wore, when I did wear it, was thongs and so her hands cupped bare butt.

“Mmm, nice,” I whispered, spreading my feet and feeling the fingertips slip into my butt crack. She slipped a finger into my butthole and as she did I pulled the front across so her thumb could press down into my pussy.

“Strip,” she ordered and even though we were in the main part not a cubicle so any woman could have come across us at any stage I obeyed without hesitation. Within seconds my clothes lay where they fell on the floor and I stood naked before the woman I wanted to own me.

“Put your hands behind your head.” She almost breathed the words at me.

I obeyed instantly standing with my hands behind my head my tits with their hard nipples pushed out and my eyes closed thrilling at the knowledge that she was studying me and that very soon she would touch me. She did. My throat first. Her fingers trailed across it and I tilted back offering it to her. I was hers and I gave my throat for her to show she owned my life. Next she caressed my armpits and I shook trying to keep in control of myself. My breasts followed. She cupped them, weighing them in her hands then let her finger trail up to my nipples. I have nipple rings and, as I hoped, these got a good hard tug causing me to gasp with pleasure.

Now she dropped down, her face against my tummy with her hands round me for balance, and licked. She moved up a little to take a nipple in her mouth and suck on it. I pushed my chest out wishing I had milk for her wanting to feel her suckling on my nipple go on for ever and after a lovely long suck she switched to the other one. Her lips left my nipple and I felt her face against me as she slipped down to breath on my pussy.

I was wet, open and waiting for her. Sure enough her fingers pressed against the skin on either side of my pussy and she dragged it open. Another pause and her tongue was in there. I got licked all the way up and all the way back- just a tantalizing flick over my clit- then she had pushed her tongue out to put it in my vagina. There was no heroic defence from that part of my anatomy I have to admit; her tongue simply went in the gap. She licked though and that was too much for me to withstand so I stood there, legs shaking, as I panted and had my orgasm.

I know enough not to try and think during my orgasms so I just enjoyed the sensations as they happened then faded away. My hands had slipped down and I held her as she hugged me tight. Prudently she had pulled her dress right up and her panties down so my wet pussy was pressed against her skin not her clothes. It hadn’t been something Gerald had been keen on had his going down on me. The other way round me going down on him? Well that was just about compulsory as far as he was concerned and he receded even further into the recesses of my mind.

We didn’t kiss this time. Instead she held me as I tried to press every part of my body I could against her.

“I told them when you didn’t come back that I would go and see how you were getting on,” she said softly, “and that it might take some time but I guess we shouldn’t take advantage of Mrs Abercrombie’s generosity too much. I’ll help you clean up then we’d better get back.”

I was stunned. Like one second there she was licking away bringing such pleasure to me and the next she’s worrying about what Mrs Abercrombie might think? I felt that maybe I hadn’t done enough or hadn’t offered enough to hold her.

‘Can’t we stay a bit longer? Even if you just hold me- I love it when you hold me. I love you. I love you Francine don’t you want to keep holding me?”

I was desperate and my voice quavered..

This time she did kiss me. .”I love you.”

And nothing else mattered.

Now I was kissing her, hugging her and she finally drew her face back from mine with that little playful smile on her face.

.’Know what?” she teased.

“No what?”

“I really do love you.”

I gazed into her eyes as I waited for her to continue. It wasn’t something I had done a lot, if ever, in my love life up till then- it freaks guys out- but I did this time.

“I used to dream about this moment, oh I’m not that daring and my heart was in my mouth when I put my hands down on your butt like that… well you looked so staunch at first I was nearly going to give up- I’m so glad I didn’t.”

My heart was in my mouth now- I was too. She saw the anguished look and gave me a reassuring smile then kissed the tip of my nose.

“Guess we better go back now,” I said softly.

I was happy, she loved me, she had said the words and what’s more important I knew she meant them. She got some toilet paper (it’s much softer than the hand wipes) to dry me off. My panties were soaked of course so they stayed on the floor while I put my bra and top on.I looked at her then at my panties and pulled my dress up winning no prizes for subtlety along the way.We shared a grin then she was stuffing my thong up inside my pussy making sure with a straggly bit that hadn’t wanted to go in.

We waited a few more minutes and in that time we both touched up our make up (a lot of powder for me) so the glow of our episode wouldn’t show then we held hands as we went back to the office.

The others looked up as we came through the door. Francine came over to my desk with me and gave me a hug once I had sat down. Helen looked across and gave me the thumbs up while Maria kissed her cross to show she had been praying for me. I smiled at them and nodded mouthing “thank you” then focusing on my work.

I tried to focus on it should I say? I was obsessed with what might have happened if Francine hadn’t persisted in the face of my opposition. A horrible oppressive sense of guilt lay over me and I decided I would never make that mistake again. After all what would have happened if Francine hadn’t persisted after I had insisted I was straight? Countering that fear were the memories of what we had done. More than anything though that was that look she gave me when I had dared risk looking into her eyes.

The terrors faded to be replaced by the thrills of our time together and I glowed. At five I got hugs from Helen and Maria, as well as one from Mrs. Abercrombie from whom I also got a motherly kiss on the cheek

.Finally though Francine and I were on our own.

.”What happens now?” I asked her, “Have I mentioned I’m in love with you?”

“Yes and you can say that again any time you want. I love you and I want you to be with me. I hate the thought of you going off to your place and me going home to mine. Will you come home with me now? Please? We can call in at your place so you can get some things but I want you in my arms and in my bed- in our bed I hope it is.”

I went all clingy on her.

“Yes please,” I said timidly.

It was defined in our roles the way we spoke with each other- hence my timidity. I so wanted her in charge- in charge of me really.

She held me confidently and smiled for me.

“Shall we get what you need for tonight and sort your stuff out after work over the next few nights. We’ll just do it bit by bit, OK? No need to stress.”

I got a tight squeeze and a kiss then but that was her. She had figured I’d be overwhelmed by what I was facing so she had wanted to take the stress out of it for me. The thing though is that I wanted to move right then. There was nothing to stop me; I had my lease paid in advance so I could move out and still give them the notice period. The apartment was fully furnished, so apart from my clothes, Manchester and bits and pieces it would all be staying anyway.

More than anything I wanted to commit; I was terrified of losing her by looking as if I had cold feet and so I stood firm.

“I want to be yours Fran. I don’t want to move in gradually I want to move in now. I haven’t got that much- apart from my hope chest.”

I pulled my face down so my chin was on my chest and gave her my best little girl look. Well it was Mom’s idea the hope chest, she bought it for me, and she started with the Irish linen tableware and I picked up nice things along the way, as you do, when you’re me and wanting to be someone’s someone. .She smiled at me,

” I kind of figured you for a hope chest girl,” she smiled as she said it and I felt wonderfully warm inside.

We drove in a convoy of two to my place and between us we put all the stuff I wanted to take in her car, all the other stuff good enough to give away in a pile (neatly folded) and the rest went into garbage bags. The apartment sorted I popped next door to Andrea’s to told her I was moving out so my car space would be vacant if they wanted to use it in the meantime- till Mr Grossman got a new tenant in. When she asked what the catch was I smiled sweetly and told her I had a pile in the apartment, to go through and take anything she might want but to be sure and take the rest to the Op Shop. That was a deal and she gave me a hug before hoping every thing worked out for me.

We drove both cars to Fran’s place. My intention was just to have it at her- or rather our – place as a spare if ever we needed it. Otherwise wherever Fran went I wanted to go with her and I had no idea of wanting to be apart from her. I had this going home feeling as I followed along behind her waving as she would give little finger wiggles over her shoulder and watch in her rear view mirror for my wave.

It wasn’t very long and we were there. Her place was a real house, two stories, not a great big huge mansion but a Tudor style three bedroom dwelling on a small section. .She drove up first, using the garage door opener and parked her car on the left leaving space for the BMW on the right. As I parked I heard the door coming down behind us and it seemed as if the rest of the world was cut off out there somewhere. It felt lovely..

I got out of my car to stand beside her. “Fran?” I asked.

“Yeah babe?”

‘I was doing some thinking on the way over.”

That puzzled look came over her face.

“Ooh ooh, no, not that, never that, I so long to be with you darling no I was thinking of us, you and me. Well I want you to be the boss, you know in charge.”

“So if I told you to take your clothes off and go make me a coffee you would?”

I gave her a seductive little smile, “only one way to find out.”

“Take your clothes off and got through into the kitchen and make me a coffee, milk and one.” she said with an unsure look on her face.

I curtseyed then stripped naked. She looked me up and down as I did a turn for her.

“Where’s the kitchen babe?” I asked thinking how fantastic it felt to say that.

I was in love, not trying to be, like with Gerald but really and truly in love. She had to repeat herself because I was in too much of a whirl and she seized the back of my neck to bend me over and give me some sharp spanks on my bottom.

Much chastened I bobbed a little curtsy to her and said sorry. I got my first make up hug. To be honest I had loved getting spanked and I adored getting hugged by her all the same I had wanted to be perfect for her but in not listening I had failed miserably and so although it was a buzz I was disappointed. To try to make it up I rushed down the hall to find the kitchen. It was at the end on the right and I topped up the jug before plugging it in. The coffee mugs were on the tree (stand) while the coffee and sugar were in earthenware jars- part of a set. I rushed back to her wanting to help but she shooed me back to the kitchen giving me a wolf whistle as I did my sexy hip wiggle for her.

By this time the jug had boiled so I made the coffees.

.”Coffee’s ready,” I called from the kitchen door not daring to go back down there without her permission.

“Oh that’s great sweetheart; just take them out on the deck sweetie, OK?”

Take them out on the deck? As in; go outside naked on the deck?

‘Sure thing,” I called back turning the light on in the lounge to find the ranch slider.

Unbolting it I walked out, naked obviously and put the coffees on the outdoor table. It was chilly and I felt my nipples harden in the cold- I gave them a little tweak to get them really hard. She was still dressed when she came out. I loved her being dressed and me naked. We sat together holding our mugs in both hands. I held my mug under a breast and massaged the nipple as if I were trying to express. She smiled.

“One day,” she said patting my knee, “one day.”

After we finished our coffees I got up and took them to the bench. When I got back I had to move over to where she could “see me properly.” I had to place my palms on the top of my head so that my forearms were horizontal and turn slowly round and round. Well with her staring at me I could have done it all week.

My panties? Oh sorry I had had to take them out when I went just before five o’clock.

Well I had been turning for about five minutes I guess when she started to strip too.

“Hey,” she said as her blouse followed her skirt to the deck,” I can’t be the Commandant all the time- I want us to be partners.”

“Oh,” I asked, the disappointment obvious, as I brought bringing my arms down, “do you?”

She finished undressing and did a turn for me- stunning, her butt was even nicer than I had thought.

“Yes. Hey, I’m not some middle aged Dom wanting slaves for her harem- Oh well you know what I mean. I want you and I want to give to you and I want you to give to me. To be there when I’m feeling like shit and nothing’s working or going right for me and I want to do the same for you; isn’t that what you want?”

I moved to her and we swayed from side to side in each other’s arms.

“I d love to be your sub babe but if I can’t be that I want you to be, well I guess to be the man. I will support you in everything you do, I will walk along side you, I will work for you I will care for you when you’re weak or when you’re tired but more than anything .I want to be the one you turn to. It’s really simple for me; its all about you.”

“So equal but different?”

“That’s it exactly my darling; different roles. Now how about you sit on this hard wooden bench seat here and I’ll sit on your soft lap and you can try to kiss me if you want.”

It was there again; that other side of her personality- the uncertainty. I knew I had to build her back up right at the moment. She was down on confidence as the enormity of what we were committing to hit her.

I was flirty and downright slutty as I sat on her lap. I had done a little butt wiggle for her before sitting down extravagantly on her lap wrapping my arms round her neck and licking my lips in The Ultimate Slut manner. .She smiled and I winked back.

It was happening, the confidence was coming back and she was getting back on the horse.

We kissed, she was more forceful and I kissed back unreservedly. I wouldn’t play any games with her; she got a hundred percent from me in everything. I mean if you love someone you do your absolute best for them, don’t you? It’s just the way it is.

She fondled my boobs, then seized a nipple ring pulling it right out till it hurt then and just held it there. I let my head roll back and my mouth hung open as she did it to me.. Her hand went behind my head and she brought me back up to be kissed hard again.

I just loved it, she could throw me round like a rag doll if she wanted I loved having her strong and in control.

Still on her lap she pushed on my chest so I went back as my legs went up. She took hold of my ankles pulling up and pushing my legs open.. I had my hands on the floor so I pushed up to ease the weight for her and get my pussy closer to her lips.

“Who’s slut are you?” she asked

.”Your slut Fran darling, I’m your little slut.” I replied from down near the floor.

I heard her spit and felt it hit my pussy. It made me feel so slutty as I waited for her. She poked her tongue as far into me as she could get then sucked noisily. I lay there with my body upside down loving the feel of what she was doing to me. She was using me. It should have been humiliating and I guess to most women it would have been but for me it was heaven.

.She didn’t let me cum, telling me I wasn’t allowed to and I had to try not to. I failed rather miserably I have to admit and I knew from the “tsk tsk” that I was in trouble. She pushed me out so I slipped down in an ungainly heap on to the deck from where I lay not daring to look up at her while I awaited my fate.

She stood standing with legs astride my body. I lay on my back with my body straight as she lowered herself over my face.. I stared straight up at her bottom getting her vulva directly over my mouth.

“You know what to do,” is all she said.

“As if I didn’t,” is all I thought.

I smiled and rose up to lick her pussy. She was near to coming as well when she sat on my face. I could scarcely get a breath but instead of panicking I relaxed accepting without question what she had in store for me. Time passed and I felt myself going faint then I was blacked out and when I came to she was crouched over me shaking me and telling me I just had to wake up- and she was sorry.

I came to my senses quite quickly after that and- although I did have a bit of a headache- I was ecstatic; I had proven how far I would go. It was a game she hadn’t played before and she had thought I would be able to get air somehow and it was only when I had gone completely limp that she had twigged there might be something wrong.

I looked up at her adoringly and smiled. She gave me a rueful little smile back.

“I’m fine,” I told her, “my part’s easy babe; I just do what I’m told.”

She didn’t look convinced.

“No harm done; I would have lasted for ages anyway and we’re still learning, huh?”

She sat on the seat and I sat on her lap. Then she hugged me long and hard. I meant a lot to her- that was a nice feeling.

It was very late and we hadn’t eaten. Up to then we had done so much I hadn’t noticed but in the quiet my tummy felt very, very empty. Hers must have too because next I knew she had me slip off then stood up herself.

She took my hand and led me through to her very well appointed kitchen.

‘Sit,” she instructed pointing to a bar stool as the breakfast bar.

I sat and watched as she turned the oven on to 200 centigrade, poured a bag of frozen wedges into a tray leaving it on the bench while the oven warmed up then pulled two scot fillet steaks from the freezer and popped them in the microwave to thaw. She looked up at me and smiled and my heart melted. I smiled back; there was definitely no place else I wanted to be.

Soon the steaks were sizzling, the wedges were roasting and she had prepared a quite stunning Greek salad. We ate at the table; two lovers enjoying a red wine with a delicious meal. If it sounds like an involved relationship juggling roles from sub to partner well it was and it wasn’t. All I had to do was keep my wits about me.

After our dinner with the time at well after midnight we cleared the table and went into the lounge where she put an old LP on. She held me waiting for the music to start and sure enough seconds later the Theme from a summer place started and I was having my first romantic lesbian dance. There is something about swaying to the music in the naked arms of another woman- especially when you’re kissing passionately- that I find hugely appealing.

She led- of course. That is if standing in one spot and swaying as you snog counts as leading.

We got to bed about two- after my first shared lesbian shower ( another keeper as far as I was concerned) and I lay in her arms feeling her hands caress my body as I snuggled in to her and drifted very happily off to sleep.

I woke at seven thirty the next morning with my head resting on her shoulder. She stroked my back and I just tilted my head to kiss her cheek and murmur “I love you.”

“I’ve been watching you.” She was smiling.

“Were you really? Do I snore?”

“You did a little when you were in such a deep sleep. I enjoyed hearing you. Hey If I wanted silence I would have got a Pet Rock.” She gave me a significant look and I gave her another kiss then tried to snuggle in but we were running late so she was having none of that. She had me get in the shower while she got the porridge and coffee on then I dished up while she had her quick shower and we sat in our robes having breakfast together. After breakfast we tidied up, got dressed, put on our make up and headed out to her garage. . We went into work in her car, with her driving and me clinging to her arm.

My cell rang it was Mom.

‘Hi love,” she said Then she was straight into it, “I couldn’t get hold of you yesterday evening so I rang Gerald to ask about you guys coming over for Sunday lunch and some girl answered his phone – she told me you and Gerald have broken up! What’s going on sweetie?”

“Oh, um yeah-“

“Oh Cindy! Oh baby! Are you alright honey?”

“Yes Mom, thanks, no I’m fine I-“

“Would you like to come and stay a few days with me hon? Just till you get back on your feet you know?”

“Oh Mom that’s lovely of you to offer but I’m OK I…”

“You what Hon?”

“Well I’m over him Mom; I’ve met someone and, Oh Mom I’m in love!”

Fran looked over at me and smiled.

.”I thought you loved Gerald Hon?”

“No Mom, I wanted to love Gerald but I didn’t, not really but I do love Fran Mom, I’m mad about her and she loves me.”

“She?”

I laughed, “Yes Mom, your little girl is a lesbian.”

There was silence then she spoke, “’Have you met her family yet Hon?”

“No; not yet Mom.”

“Oh,OK hon”

“Mom?”

“Yes Hon?”

“Are you happy for me?”

“Yes hon, I better go now, just wanting to be sure you were OK, bye sweetie, love you.”

“Love you,” I answered back and she cut off.

I sat with the phone in my hands stunned. She wasn’t happy at my news; she couldn’t wait to go. Fran reached over and took my hand. I loved having her hold it and squeezed her hand back but Mom’s reaction had left me flattened. When we got to work we sat in the car a while so she could cuddle me. I dried my eyes and she patted with a tissue so my makeup was OK.

.”We don’t tell anyone here OK?” she was insistent and I nodded obediently.

The day passed uneventfully, for which I was grateful and she drove me home that evening. We went through to the lounge where I insisted she sit down while I stripped naked and made the drinks. She was warming to our roles.

“Lie here,” she told me and I lay face up with my butt on her lap, my arms folded behind my neck.I had put my drink down first but she held hers putting it down now on my tummy- it was cold. As I lay there trying not to flinch she started to tickle me. I tensed up completely to stop from moving- that’s when my mobile rang; it was Mom, again.

“Oh Hi Mom,” I said brightly, trying not to giggle.

.’Hi dear, I was- what are you doing?”

She had heard me, I didn’t care.

“I’m lying naked across Fran’s lap with my arms folded, well one still is the other one is holding the phone. Oh, oh not fair, Mom! She’s tickling my armpit and pulling on my nipple ring. Oh darn! Mom I moved and her drink spilled so Fran has to punish me now, just a minute while I roll over.”

Mom wasn’t saying anything but she was there; I could hear her breathing- she was getting turned on.

“I’m going to put the phone down Mom, you stay listening, OK?”

“OK,” it was very breathy.

I handed the phone to Fran who held it just above my ass as she spanked me. She hit really hard and I yelped at the spanks. Fran handed the phone back to me and I asked if Mom if she was still there. She breathed out- more of a sigh really. I guess I was still a bit pissed at her lack of enthusiasm for my news this morning. You know I was trusting her with the biggie and what I picked up was she didn’t approve. So she was getting every sordid detail- I thought she’d hang up but she was listening

.”Hi Mom, I’m wet now but Fran won’t let me play with myself. Are you wet Mom?”

Fran was making cut cut motions and did the thumb across the throat gesture but I didn’t give a fuck.

“You’re wet and gaping aren’t you Mom? You wish you could be here to be a humiliated little slut like me and have your bottom spanked too, don’t you Mom?”

She sighed, “I was in my nightie sweetheart. That’s on the floor and I was listening to you get spanked with my hand buried in my cunt. I’m wet I’m gaping and I so long to be spanked- hard.”

Now it was my turn to be shocked- she had thrown my father out five years before when she found he had been playing around and as far as I was aware she was a totally non sexual person- it s always the quiet ones, it really is. I pointed to the phone then did a big loop with my hand and pointed to the floor- it meant Mom wants to come over. I followed that with a smacking motion- she understood what that meant. Fran put her hand out for the phone, I handed it to her and she spoke.

“Lilly, are you naked,” she asked in an authoritarian voice.

I have to assume Mom said yes because the next thing Fran told her was she wasn’t allowed to masturbate till she was here. She was allowed to wear a scarf on the

drive over and when she stood on the door step she was to be wearing just her heels. I stood with head bowed feeling very inferior ( and loving it) as my Mistress told her she would expect to see her soon then hung up

.She looked at me and told me to go get the strap on. I did as I was told and in no time she had it on and was fucking the shit out of me as I lay sprawled across the table. She reached over and slapped me- I moaned with pleasure. Mom was on the doorstep in ten minutes by which time the plastic cock was making slushy sounds in my vagina and my cheeks glowed a bright red. .I was told to lie still and close my eyes. Fran was in total control now and my mother was going to come over and study her daughter’s body before Fran did something to her.

Fran walked over to the door and opened it.

“Come in Lilly,” I heard her say in that masterful voice.

“Yes Ma’am,” I heard said very respectfully, was that Mom? I was just a bit, as in majorly, embarrassed about now but I kept my eyes closed and lay still.

“Lilly your daughter had been complaining that I haven’t allowed her to have anything in her pussy. So I felt obliged to fuck her with my strap on. Why don’t you just kneel down here and lick her juices off it for me?”

They were right in front of me and I heard her sucking, loudly, on Fran’s strap on.

“Excellent. Now why don’t you suck all those tasty juices out of Cindy’s pussy then you can lean over the table yourself and I’ll spank you. You’re just a nasty wet little slut really aren’t you Lilly and you deserve to be spanked – ,don’t you?.”

‘Yes Ma’am, thank you Ma’am,” I heard my mother say to this women twenty something years her junior.

I was tense now as I waited for Mom to lick my box. Mistake. Fran grabbed my hair jerking my head up off the table and delivered a crashing slap to my face. She let go and I brought my head back down and relaxed my body. Oh it hurt but I loved it; she was in total control.

I felt Mom’s tongue, just touching at first then pushing in and her lips on my wet pussy. She sucked, making slurping noises then with her lips still on my pussy I heard her working my juices in her mouth. My hand was raised and placed on her throat, I felt her swallow. Oh fuck I was so wet now. My legs spread as wide as I could get them and I arched up trying to force my cunt up on her tongue

.’Kiss your daughter Lilly,” Fran commanded

. I still had my eyes closed and I felt her mouth leave my pussy then her body lying over mine and her hands holding my head. Her breath, so familiar, was on my face. I kept

my eyes closed and parted my lips immediately feeling her soft moist lips on mine then her tongue, so languid, softly brushing against mine. I responded; my tongue rolling against hers and my legs wrapping round her butt.

Fran pushed on my leg to get me to reposition round Lilly’s waist. Soon after I heard the sound of her butt being spanked. I felt the spanks through her body as well.. Her mouth slipped from mine and we lay with our faces together as she moaned and gasped at the spanks she was receiving..

By this time I had opened my eyes and we looked in each others eyes just an inch or so away. We were connecting as sensual beings and had no secrets; she loved what was being done to her every bit as much as I had loved when it was done to me. The spanking went on for a while and then it stopped.

I felt Lilly being hauled off me and the sound of her dropping to the floor then I was hauled up by Mistress to stand next to her. I looked in her eyes and she was close to going. It hadn’t occurred to me, she had been so dominant so utterly in control and most of it was done on her nerves. I put my head close to her mouth and made out I was listening intently then nodded and walked over to Lilly.

“Yes Mistress, “ I said to the clearly puzzled Fran then pulled on Lilly’s hand to get her to come with me to the bathroom where I turned the water on cold and had a shower with her. She was as horny as anything- the spanking and kissing me had got her close but she wasn’t there yet.

“Mistress wants me to take you outside wet and tie you up,” I told her after I turned the water off.

She nodded humbly and padded out through the lounge and onto the deck. I positioned her under the ring in the beam then went into the kitchen to get our ball of twine .I turned to her , took her wrists and bound them in front of her then stood on a chair to put the twine over the hook and hauled down pulling her arms to be straight up. Our clothes line was out on the back lawn so I went and a few pegs from the peg basket clipping one on her tongue, one on each nipple two on each pussy lip and one on her hood.-her nub was well and truly out.

I left her there, cold and in pain to comfort my darling. She had left the lounge – I found her on our bed curled up in a ball. I slid across to be under her and put her head on my shoulder

.”You were stunning,” I told her. “Cuddle in to me sweetheart, you can cry if you want- I won’t tell.”

She did, she cuddled into me and sobbed into my shoulder and my neck. It took a while but finally she was settled and we could talk

.”That scares me, that side of me,” she said almost dreamily,” I don’t want to ever let it take control and I know it wants to.”

” I love it, so does Lilly. Oh look we just love to get bossed around sometimes. Honestly I wasn’t scared of that side of you , its still you just letting one aspect come to the fore more.”

I pulled a face at my unfortunate rhyme but she didn’t seem to notice

.”You weren’t? I wasn’t too nasty? When I slapped you?”

I loved it.”

“When I gave your mother such a spanking?”

“She loved it. Her eyes were rolling and I was watching her expression- she was in heaven. We both were, we love it. I know you need times like this but oh, I just adore you. You can slap me, fuck me, strangle me, fist me anything you want me.”

“You really are a little slut; aren’t you?”

“No,” I corrected, “I wouldn’t do that for anyone else, I’m not a slut I’m YOUR slut. There’s a difference.”

“And Lilly?”

“Shit. Good question, she got off listening to me get spanked, I think I get Mom off but I know she loved what you were doing to her. Hey I can see to her if you like?”

“She wants you to make love to her you ninny!” (I can be so exasperating sometimes I was discovering.)

‘Really?” (That was as in “Please say that again, I rather enjoyed hearing it.”)

“Stop fishing or I’ll give you a smack. Oh look I watched her face when she saw you lying like such a good little slut with it all on display, it was a combination of love, desire and lust. She liked the spanking but she liked more because it was you she was lying on. Go and make love to her Cindy, I’m not jealous- I might come out with my strap on and fuck you both in a while. Now off you go. Shoo.”

I didn’t know what to say; I know how I felt – all tingly. Fran was watching me; I knew it, as I walked out of our bedroom, down the hallway and back out to the patio. She was still there Lilly with the clothes pegs in place. She was tiring and her head hung down- she looked a bit despondent, a bit forgotten too. I went to her and took the pegs off, opening them rather than pulling till they came off. She had opened her eyes and was looking at me wondering what next.

‘Fran told me to come out here and make love to you,” I told her flatly, looking for her reaction.

“Do you want to?” she asked and now she was fishing, I knew from looking at her that she wanted me to say yes and that she was anxious I might not want to.

I held her face in my hands and kissed her gently.

‘Yes I do Lilly, I want to very much,” I told her then went back to kissing her.

She was still tied of course and I left her helpless. I knew she loved it, the other woman being in complete control with her helpless and obliged to go along with what ever I wanted. It meant I did all the work and while it was liberating it was also draining. However we kissed passionately and I went down to her breasts and then her pussy. She looked great tied up with her arms stretched up like that. Her tits were a bit on the small side and drooped a bit as the tits someone who is nearly fifty are inclined to do. She had good sized nipples- not huge, not organ stops- but a good size and they were hard.

I sucked on them, one at a time of course, and I held each one in my suck drawing it out as far as I could until my mouth slipped off them. They tasted nice and I loved the feel of the nipple as I flicked my tongue against it. Then I slipped down over her tummy to her pussy. She had shaved and it looked fantastic down there- she usually just trimmed so I know she had done that before coming over. It looked a lot like mine- or mine looked a lot like hers I suppose is more accurate. She spread her legs as much as she could for me as I knelt in front of Mom’s vagina. I parted her lips and she gasped as I drew my tongue up over her pink gash. Her breathing became heavy and labored as I went on to lick and poke my tongue up her and finally pulled her hood up then licked and sucked on her clit.

She was ready to come so I stood up again, pushed two fingers of my left hand up into her opening twisting and turning them while I put my right arm round her neck to pull her close and kissed her. Her tongue was in my mouth as she came. We had our eyes closed and I opened mine first watching as she opened hers and saw the sparkle.

Her face broke into such a happy delighted smile. We went back to kissing and I decided she needed some tormenting so I started tickling her as we kissed. She was ticklish, I knew that, and she flinched at first but it was such a turn on for her that she forced herself to remain still and endure my tickling or at least endure it until it was unbearable and she flinched shivering.

“Do you need to go?” I asked, whispering the question in her ear.

A look of desperation came over her and she nodded frantically.

‘So do I,” I told her.

There was a small step ladder over in the corner (I found out later Fran used it for hanging the decorations- so practical) I went over, brought it back and set it up facing Mom.

“I’m going to pee on you Mommy,” I told her with an evil smile.” I want you to turn round and I’m going to try to get some in your mouth. When I do you are to what?”

“Swallow Ma’am,” she replied, she was excited – I could see it on her face, hear it in her voice.

I got up to the top of the step ladder which had my pussy just above her head took my position and started peeing. My stream hit her chest and I used my fingers to pull on the skin above my pussy and get the flow to arch higher. Now it was hitting her face and I aimed at her mouth. She opened and let it flow in, filling her so it was over flowing then swallowing and opening again.

“Turn”

She turned slowly as I watered her hair and down her back before I ran dry. I hadn’t done anything like that before but Mom was in seventh heaven that was obvious so I decided to give it a try. I got down of the ladder and went back to holding and kissing her. I could taste my piss on her tongue.

“You like?” I asked.

“I love,” she replied.

That convinced me; I lay down so my mouth was under her pussy and got my torso up resting on my hands with my butt parked on the tiles.In this way I got my mouth a foot or so from her pussy- I wanted to see her piss coming towards me. She was looking down and moved a little to try to pee where I wanted- so thoughtful. Then she started.

Her flow was very heavy- my goodness she had needed to go. She was dead on target too; the first splash hitting my cheek and then straight into my mouth. The force and warmth surprised me but the taste delighted me. I swallowed again and again as the relentless flow filled my mouth to the point I could feel her pee dribbling down my chin. I ducked my head so she peed all over it, in my hair and then down my front, feeling the war pee on my skin.

‘Well what is this?” I heard and it was Fran standing with hands on hips watching.

“Your two piss sluts Ma’am,” I replied, possibly a little cheekier than was good for me. She gave me a “you’re in for it now” look and pointed to a spot in front of Lilly. Then she looked up at the hook. Well she tied me so I was in the same position as Mom then hosed us and the patio off with the garden hose. It was freezing and we loved it. She left us in the wind while she went inside and made herself a coffee. Then she came out, dressed, and had a cigarette with her coffee as we froze our tits off. Mine are like Mom’s, not much droop yet- thank God but much the same.

So finally she finished her ever so important bloody coffee and she went back inside to come out again with a hand towel which she used to dry her subs as well as she could. We got another twenty minutes by which time the fight had left us completely and we were two obedient little sluts for Ma’am. Satisfied she got on the step ladder to release us then climbed down. We stood in place awaiting her instruction.

‘Lilly, kiss your daughter please,” she instructed.

. Mom put her arms round me and gave me such a passionate loving kiss I thought my knees would go.

“Lilly, kiss me please.”

Mom let me go, her hands lingering affectionately, then moved to Fran and kissed her passionately too.

“Cindy, Lilly will sleep with us tonight. Lilly you will wear one of Cindy’s out fits when you drive home, I want you to be a part of my household, you and Cindy are my wives and Cindy is my Number one wife. Clear?”

“Oh yes Ma’am, very , very clear, thank you ma’am, I, I will try to make you proud of me Ma’am.” Lilly replied and we all hugged and kissed as we became three.

Did I mind? No I loved the idea, I didn’t mind sharing Fran, I had wanted her to be dominant and I had discovered feelings for Mom I suppose were always there but which I hadn’t allowed to come out, until that night. In any case its hard being a sub on your own and so much easier being one with someone else.

‘Go, shower, you both stink,” Fran told us and as we turned to walk away she smacked us both hard on our butts. I led Mom to the shower and we indulged in hot water this time, soaping and washing each other from top to toe until we smelt like too well scrubbed roses. I dried her off and she did the same for me. Two robes had appeared as if by magic while we were washing each other and we put these on. Fran had gone back to the bedroom- she had showered in the en suite before going back to bed.

I took Mom out to the lounge and made us a hot chocolate. We sat on the sofa together, her legs sprawled over mine, and talked. She had fancied me, she had done this “sort of thing” when she was much younger – before she had met dad and she loved the thought of being Fran’s second wife.

“She’s really quite sensitive, you know,” I told her somewhat importantly,” So sometimes I need to encourage her, tell her how wonderful she is and sometimes she needs a cuddle till she’s got her strength back.”

‘She should need a real big cuddle tonight after all this,” Mom told me and I knew she had read Fran perfectly, “We better go and give her one now, huh?”

“Sounds like a plan Number Two, lets rinse these mugs off and you can spoon, I want to face.”

She grinned, “I thought you might.”

THE END

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The kids are back in school so the camp is adults only, naked horny one.

PART ONE

Clare discovered the dildo when she was tidying Amy’s room; it was under her mattress in a plastic bag. She tried to be horrified but of course she wasn’t; she had spent quite some time searching, or ‘prying’ might be a better word, before she found it and for some minutes she sat on her daughter’s bed feeling guilty at what she had just done with the unwrapped offending item in her hands- then she licked it.

She could taste pussy juice on it; Amy’s pussy juice she assumed and now she put it in her mouth and sucked. Kneeling on the bed she yanked her panties down to her knees then leaned forward so she could fuck herself doggy style with her daughter’s dildo. It was big and she thought of Amy, in her room stuffing it up her pussy. The vision got her even wetter and she fingered herself before pulling the dildo from her mouth and sliding it in to her vagina. It went in so deep and she felt so full but after a half dozen strokes she was twisting it, angling it this way and that in an attempt to satisfy the craving she felt.

The dress she wore was pulled up to her waist with her butt bare but it was annoying now and she used her spare hand to pull it all the way over her head then reached back to undo the clasp on her bra and let it slide down her arms leaving her nude.

She knelt with her forehead on the bed, her ass up in the air, the dildo alone deep in her pussy and fantasized the situation of Amy coming home and discovering her like this.Before she could move she had the first orgasm. She took hold of the dildo and pounded herself achieving one orgasm after another and leaving the duvet cover more than a little damp.

Now, though, she lay on her tummy and let the delicious thoughts of Amy finding her run through her mind. Not that she would, of course, mothers don’t do that. All the same it was nice to dream sometimes…

She snapped out of her reverie and stripped the wet cover off the inner taking it to the laundry. A new cover from the hot water cupboard on the inner and she worked out her excuse- top came off her drink bottle. Then she realized- the dildo. It had had Amy’s juices on it when she found it but now it had hers- lots of hers. She put it in her mouth and savored her juices as she sucked it clean. Too clean perhaps so she wiped it against her pussy to get some more juice on it then put it back in the plastic bag and slipped it back where she remembered finding it.

Still horny as fuck she stayed naked while she finished the housework. She considered staying nude for when Amy got home from school but it was an idle fancy and she chickened out putting a tee shirt and shorts on then going to the kitchen to get afternoon tea ready for Amy and which ever friend she brought home.

Amy arrived home from school with her usual friend Melissa, and, after bursting in to the kitchen through the back door, demanded to know what there was to eat cause she and Melissa were starving. Clare allowed herself a little smile as she thought of what she’d like them to eat then pulled the tray of chocolate chip cookies out of the oven.

“Oh hi Melissa, hello darling,” she said sweetly to her daughter, ‘. Let me see, I thought you might have company Hon so I’ve got a fruit smoothie each in the refrigerator plus I’ve done a tray of blueberry muffins, these chock chip cookies and there’s actual real fruit as well if you’re that hungry.”

“Sit at the table guys and I’ll bring it all over.”

They sat in stunned silence; was this perfect mom the depressing shrew of a mother they were both used to? In the kitchen Clare pottered away frantically trying to eavesdrop. They talked quietly though; giving nothing, nothing of interest, away so Clare excused herself and went down to her bedroom just to have a rest on her bed for ten minutes or so.

It was no use; she was still too darned horny and as she lay on her side her fingers slid under the waist band down to her cunt and she rolled onto her back with her legs flopped open as she frigged herself imagining what the girls would be getting up to behind Amy’s door.

They were in there now, she had heard the door shut and she tried to imagine what Melissa’s looked like. They all seemed to shave these days; Amy sure did and the few times she had seen it Claire had just wanted to dive into it and lick her dry. So with the fantasies to fuel her imagination she frigged herself under her shorts and came. In fact this time she gushed.

“Bugger,” she thought pulling the satin shorts off along with the tee shirt which was also a bit wet. Naked again she opened her door slightly to check. Good; Amy’s door was shut. Claire could have got something out of her drawer or wardrobe but this was more exciting; she would walk naked past Amy’s room down and along to the kitchen- the laundry area was off that.

She could feel the goose bumps on her skin as she eased out from the safety of her room and stood naked in the hallway. Amy’s door was still closed but as she reached it she could hear them talking excitedly.

“Well what else explains it?” She heard. “This is your Mom’s dress, see…here. Smell that…that’s pussy, your mom’s pussy juice on her dress and this duvet cover is new on since this morning you said…”

“She found it, bet she did.”

Transfixed Claire stood naked outside the door – she had forgotten about her dress! Meanwhile the girls continued with their detective work.

“She put it the other way round!” she heard Amy say and the sharp intake of breath from Melissa in reply.

“It’s wet, lick it. Go on; I dare you to.”

There was a pause then Melissa’s voice.

“Go on, I dare you, lick the dildo. Oh come on Amy! You lick it after you’ve used it on me!”

Another pause then she heard the sound of someone, Amy she hoped, sucking noisily on something- presumably the Dildo while Melisa gasped and said a long and fascinated sounding.

“Oh my God.”

Then she heard “yum’ followed by a silence then more noisy sucking sounds and Melissa’s voice saying “oooh yummy. Your Mom tastes nice.”

“Yeah, I wonder if we could sneak up and watch her, you know doing it.”

There was a gasp then the giggles and suddenly Clare saw the door knob turn. She had to go, there was only one way and that was towards the kitchen as the way back to her room was visible from Amy’s doorway. As she hurried, treading as quietly as she could, she realized she had left her bedroom door open. By now she felt safe, in the kitchen and she went through into the enclave that was the laundry to put her dirty clothes in the bucket to soak.

“Mom,” she heard Amy call.

They were at her bedroom door then she heard the foot steps coming down the hallway towards her and she had no where to hide and then they were there and they were wearing clothes and she wasn’t.

Both of them were grinning and Amy was holding the dildo.

Clare blushed; she had been caught dead to rights and felt utterly humiliated. It was nothing like the huge rush she had fantasized; instead she felt embarrassed and dirty. Imagine being discovered like this by her daughter and her friend. There was nothing sexual about this, that was for sure, just unbearable humiliation.

She did her best to cover herself and had her face down too so she wouldn’t have to look them in the eye. Feeling so ridiculous; all she wanted now was to get some clothes on and at least look respectable again but that didn’t seem likely to happen-. they had reached out, both of them, to pull her hands away and now she faced them totally exposed.

And she looked so miserable. Suddenly Amy felt protective. It was her mom there. Yes her Mom looking utterly ridiculous for sure but it was still her mom and she looked so sad and Amy realized with a start that she didn’t want that. She hated seeing Mom like that; feeling so stupid and now she wanted to shut the world out so it could be just them.

She put the stupid dildo on the bench and moved quickly to her, wrapping her arms round her silly naked mother to squeeze her as hard as she could.

“It’s OK,” she whispered and the sad little figure she was hugging shook then burst into tears.

Melissa silently made her farewells; getting her bag and pulling the back door to after backing out with a final wave for them both.

And then they were on their own.

Claire, who was still wanting to get dressed, wondered how long Amy wanted to cuddle her. Not that there was any reason why she should after she had found out her mother was snooping on her and doing disgusting things to herself to say nothing of wandering around the house stark naked. Like what normal mother would do that?

Amy had been caressing her, stroking her hair and across her shoulders as she cuddled her and that had been nice but now the hand was caressing further and Claire knew she shouldn’t encourage it; but it was nice and despite her misgivings she raised her arms to clasp her hands behind Amy’s neck while Amy continued to use her left hand to caress her body.

It has strayed down to Claire’s butt and Amy seemed to like having her hand there. Claire tensed then relaxed; she liked it there too.

“I love you.”

Claire had been relaxed in Amy’s hug when the words hit her- right out of the blue “I love you.”

She felt the tears coming back and blinked hard to stop them. Even so she couldn’t speak managing just a nod and a teary little smile.

“It’s just us really, isn’t it?”

“Oh God yes!” Claire wanted to shout but she wasn’t up to doing that so she looked up into her daughter’s eyes made another little smile and nodded.

Amy kissed her- on the lips. Not a great big French kiss. No, but it was still a kiss that meant something. Then she pressed her cheek against Claire’s and whispered in her ear.

“I’m glad Melissa’s gone- so we can be alone.”

Her voice was husky, breathy and the hand cupping Claire’s butt cheek squeezed- hard..

“Do you,” Claire finally managed to ask.

The hand moved around and over Claire’s hip then across and settled over her shaven pussy.

“Yeah.”

“Me too.”

“I want a real kiss now,” Amy kissed the tip of her mom’s nose with that then parted her lips and waited. Claire’s lips came forward and latched on to her daughter’s. Now she showed the passion she felt for Amy as she kissed her.

“This is so wrong,” she managed before going back into her kiss.

“Yeah; dreadful.”

“I don’t want to lead you astray.”

“Lead me what? Catch up is more like it.”

They both grinned at that and Amy led Claire to the master bedroom getting her to lie on the bed and watch as she stripped off.

“Where are they?” she asked; looking around innocently.

“As if you didn’t know Miss,” Claire retorted and they both laughed as Amy went to the second drawer down and pulled out a bag full of sex toys.

“Did Dad ever use these?”

“No honey. Sex for your father was him telling me he wanted it, not ‘me’ always ‘it’.”

She smiled at her daughter’s puzzled look.

‘Then I got to blow him and usually his cock stunk of dried urine- theirs can smell too you know.”

She pulled a face and Amy grinned back at her.

‘Then when he said he was ready I got into position to get fucked and he always came inside me then while I went to the bathroom he moved back to his side to avoid the wet patch and went to sleep; I had to put a towel or something over it and try to sleep round it.”

Amy thought for a while taking it all in.

“Wow! Lucky Trudy,” she commented- in reference to her dad’s current girlfriend- at last and for that she got a huge hug from her mother.

“Silly Bitch.”

She grinned as she heard what Claire has muttered then grabbed her above the knees to pull her down; helpless with her legs wide open.

There it was, bald, wet and open- her mom’s pussy. She had dreamed of doing what she was about to do. So often she had wanted to get another sight of it and whenever she had- oh it was so perfect.

“You know I’ve always fancied you, huh?”

She did; for all the spats and points scoring in their relationship since Charles and walked out to “find himself” she had known that Amy had, well, feelings, for her and she had had them too for Amy. So she smiled up at her, nodded and whispered,

“Yeah.”

She moved her legs wider longing to feel Amy’s wet tongue in her cunt. Amy, who was so looking forward to this too, lowered her head as slowly as she could wanting to make the moment last as long as possible. She kissed it first then licked, long slow strokes. Claire pulled on the sides to present all her wet pink pussy for Amy while Amy used one hand to push a finger into her Mom’s butt hole and played with her nipples with the other.

It didn’t take long and Claire did gasp but she squirted so soon after that Amy didn’t have a chance and got drenched. She wiped her face with her hand then sucked her fingers clean.

“My God! I have never in my life seen someone do that- no wonder there was a wet patch on the bed.”

Claire grinned back at her.

‘No, no I never did that with your father Hon. Today’s the first day I ever gushed like that- since I found your dildo and had a fantasy about you using it.”

“Oh slow down mother dear, you’ll have me blushing.”

“Well it’s true. Oh God I can barely move and I want to do you.”

Amy wanted her to do her too. She craved her mother’s tongue in her pussy but she could see that she was exhausted; the whole thing had left her spent and right now what she needed to do was rest.

“Come on, I can wait for a bit, lets get you showered and I’ll pop you in my bed while I strip this one and sponge down certain marks huh?”

They pulled silly faces at each other but Claire was getting more tired by the minute. Amy got her to the bathroom and sat her on the loo while she got the shower right then helped her in and stood under the spray with her as she cleaned her up. Once she had her dried and powdered .she helped her down to her bed and popped her between the sheets.

By the time she had reached the door her mother was asleep. She turned off the light and walked purposefully back to her Mom’s room. It was amazing; she had so much energy and she knew exactly what to do. First; strip the bed, second take all the dirty stuff to the laundry, third sponge the mattress where it had been gushed on ( she smiled as she remembered being hit by the blast), lastly, leave it to dry.

It was nice wandering around naked she decided, smiling at the though that her Mom had been right about that too, and her wandering took her to the kitchen. It wasn’t late, only dinner time really, maybe a bit past that but so much had happened that day.

She had taken charge: that was one thing. It had been so easy too- and it wasn’t frightening either which was a huge surprise. And now she was in her mother’s kitchen having to decide what to make for dinner. What a bitch she had been over dinners! She had gone out of her way to be impossible. Why? To punish her mother for losing a man who walked out on her?

God she was stupid; why hadn’t she supported her instead of acting like that?

Subdued now she decided on a ham and tomato omelet – with lots of salt for her dinner.. It was nice and she felt pleased with herself for making it so well but she couldn’t concentrate, couldn’t settle and she knew why.

There was one place she wanted to be; cuddled up next to her Mom. She opened the door slowly and peeked in. Her mom was still fast asleep and Amy listened fascinated as she heard little snoring sounds from time to time and saw how limp her body was. Having her pussy licked would have been nice but right then this was even nicer and she slipped in to cuddle up against her mom’s back.It wasn’t going to be just about her any more and with that noble thought in mind she closed her eyes and drifted off too.

When she awoke next morning she found Claire was already awake and had rolled over to be facing her.

“I’ve been waiting for you,” Claire told her brushing the hair out of Amy’s eyes.

They smiled then leaned forward and kissed. After that they cuddled.

“Stay home today Hon, I’ll ring the School.”

“Yeah.”

She wanted to say that they needed to talk; that things had changed but didn’t know exactly what to say and said nothing.

‘You and me huh,” Claire said her words back to her.

Amy smiled but Clair had more to say.

“We’re equals now Hon, we’ll make the decisions together huh but honestly I love being with you and all that but Melissa is your main squeeze really. Oh shush, no, you’re not being disloyal to me but you have to work at a relationship to keep it going. Text her and make plans for after school.”

Um, oh? Well, Ok then and a subdued Amy sent a half hearted text to her friend then put the phone on the bedside table while she waited for the reply.

“I think from now till four should be just enough time to lick you out,” Claire remarked casually as she studied her nails with rather more interest than they deserved.

“You can be just plain wicked, I hope you know that,” Amy declared getting an evil grin back for her trouble.

She did lick her out after breakfast and showers- more than once too getting a turn on her back as well. They were both naked when Melissa turned up and after the chocolate chip cookies that Melissa texted she was hanging out for they made a daisy chain on the lounge floor until Claire excused herself and slipped away to do something.

There was a girl at College she had had feeling for- Meredith Connelly. She’d have a different name for sure but sometimes women keep their names these days. Not holding out much hope she went on face book and typed in Meredith Connelly (please don’t do that by the way) and there she was; fifth one she checked and she looked just the same- well a bit older and more sophisticated.

The memories flooded back; Meredith and her in bed together on a rainy Sunday afternoon, Meredith and her crammed into the tiny shower box and the two of them gazing into each others eyes over their coffees in that little café they used to love.

What to write? She finally settled on something and pressed send.

“Better get dressed really,” she decided trying not to look back at her screen again. It was over; what had happened had happened years ago; people move on; find new things to do, form new relationships.

She had decided on the thong by the time the phone rang. Picking it up straight away she answered “hello, Claire here.”

“Meredith here Carpet Muncher,” she got back

“Oh My God! You rang! I thought maybe you’d forgotten.”

“You? No I heard you’d got married and I didn’t want to intrude- but how’s things”

And Claire told her about the break up and how things were tight now between herself and Amy while Meredith explained her situation and Claire found that she was lying on her back with one hand holding the phone and the other working her pussy as she listened to Meredith.

They would meet at her place that Friday night and stay over till Sunday afternoon- late Sunday afternoon. They would all go, Melissa too. It had sounded good; Meredith still had feelings for her and she knew she still adored her.

Why had she gone and married Charles then? What a stupid move that had been. Then she pulled herself up with a jolt; if she hadn’t married Charles she wouldn’t have had Amy and not having her was unimaginable. It was a funny old thing life, she decided then looked at herself in the mirror and smiled- hers was getting a whole lot better.

Part Two

Melissa’s heart had been in her mouth when she had gathered her things and let herself out that afternoon, so sure that Amy’s affections would all now be for her mother. She had seen the way Amy had looked at her mom and knew that she made three and right then it was a crowd. She had walked home with her cell phone in her hand; just on the off chance, so she didn’t miss a call but there wasn’t one.

Her mother knew something was up but managed not to ask. She wasn’t stupid; she knew Melissa went to her friend Amy’s place after school because they were romantically involved. That was a nicer way of putting it, she had thought, than any of the others which she felt were just a little distasteful. But Melissa was upset; she hardly touched her dinner and after helping in the kitchen, where she had looked very pale, she excused herself and went up to her room.

Ten minutes later her mom, Cynthia, had crept along to Melissa’s door thinking she might need some company. She stopped when she heard the sobbing, lingered for a few moments then tactfully withdrew; Melissa would tell her when she was ready and she went back to the kitchen, got the silver out and polished it furiously to keep her mind occupied.

Melissa spent a miserable night tossing and turning but by morning she still hadn’t had a call or even a message- and how hard would that have been? And then she felt guilty for she knew exactly how ‘easy’ it would have been. Her Mom asked her if she would like to stay home but she had decided she would go school, after all there was a rumor going round about Amy and her and if Amy was off, if she was, and she was off too, well that would make things even worse. Wouldn’t it?

She didn’t mind the rumor but she knew some of them would turn their noses up at them because they were yucky lesbians and “it wasn’t normal, well it wasn’t, was it?”

The text came through in first period when her phone was on silent and she didn’t have a chance to look at it until morning recess. She read the message then sat with the mobile clutched to her heart and her other hand over her eyes so they wouldn’t see the tears; Amy still wanted her.

She sent her reply and suddenly she was her usual bubby self again- to everyone’s immense relief. The day dragged, as they do when you’d much rather be somewhere else, but finally it ended and she was able to walk as nonchalantly as she could to Amy’s place.

‘Strip off in the kitchen Hon,” she heard Clare call out to her and thought how confident she sounded now. As she stripped Claire came out, naked and looking perfectly relaxed in her skin. She helped Melissa get her last few things off then gave her a naked hug.

‘Amy and I did some baking for you darling,” Claire told her implying it was mainly a labor of love by Amy with herself in the background helping here and there as needed. Melissa’s face had lit up when she heard that Amy had done these for her and she had a big smile on her face when her darling came in to join them.

They sat down to a nude afternoon tea all chattering away happily with all knowing that this time three wasn’t a crowd at all. After the dishes were rinsed off they had trooped into the lounge, lain on the floor and formed a daisy chain. Amy arranged it and she had her mouth at Claire’s pussy, Melissa’s mouth was at Amy’s and Claire’s mouth was at Melissa’s.

To her surprise Melissa discovered that Claire was a fantastic pussy licker and after a little resistance due to not having The tongue in her box Melissa relaxed to let her legs flop open and have Claire’s tongue explore her down there. She in turn licked Amy out and could tell by the movements Claire was making that Amy was doing a great job on her.

They all came; once they had their first the orgasms they just came, sometimes all at once while other times one would have one then after a pause the next one would too and so on. A half hour into it Claire had told them there was someone she had to ring, it was probably nothing but she just felt she should call her- she wouldn’t be long.

She rang Meredith of course and after agreeing arrangement with her darling had gone back in to tell the girls. They, meantime, had overcome their sense of loss, and Melissa lay on her back with Amy nose down in her pussy while shoving three, or was it four, fingers up Melissa’s vagina. Discretely Claire waited until Melissa jerked, went rigid, then relaxed.

“We’re going to stay with an old college friend of mine- all of us,” she eyeballed Melissa to let her know the decision had been made and she had no choice in the matter- she was coming. Then she told them all about it.

They loved hearing about Meredith calling Amy’s Mom “Carpet Muncher”; it was a term they hadn’t heard before and it had them in fits-Carpet Muncher? Go figure. They also loved hearing about this college romance Claire had kept secret all these years and couldn’t wait to meet this Meredith lady who still held the key to Claire’s heart after all these long years.

“Long” was painfully drawn out getting a face pulled by Claire and two grins in response from the girls.

Amy was so happy she could feel the tears forming but she blinked them back not realizing the other two were feeling just the same then got drawn into a group hug with two emotional females and as if the condition was contagious found herself with tears running down her face just like them. She saw Melissa to the door after the usual post lovemaking shower.

Melissa walked down the path a whole lot happier than the previous day; she was going to tell her Mom. She was; both of them said she should and she knew in her heart of hearts that she should too. What did she say? She had no idea but figured one word would pretty much follow another and she’d manage somehow.

Cynthia, her mom had insisted she call her by her first name, wasn’t angry at all- she had guessed! Not only that she had insisted she was delighted for her and thrilled at the coming trip to see Claire’s old lover. She truly didn’t mind but she saw Melissa slipping away from her and though she and Melissa never really had ”those sorts of feelings” for each other it was nice to be the one your daughter came to confide in when it really, really mattered.

So she had left Melissa to it managing to be bubbly until she got out of the room then let that horrible empty feeling hit her and had lain on her bed with that awful sense that you don’t actually matter to anyone.

As it happened Melissa had come in later and they had a cuddle. Melissa had told her she was still her Mom and Amy’s mom was great as a lover but she still only had one mom and hadn’t she told her about her sex life so it wasn’t as if she was being left out or anything was it?

And to her surprise her mom had pulled her over her lap, lifted her skirt up, yanked her thong down and alternately spanked her bottom and rubbed it affectionately telling her that her mother was a much darker horse than her beloved daughter perhaps realized.

They ended up making love with the guilty feeling of disloyalty Melissa felt being partially offset by the knowledge that she was doing what Amy had done the night before and was probably doing right then too. Her mom was an astonishing kisser Melissa had found and though she felt she was pretty good herself she found herself barely able to keep up. After being kissed she found herself on her back with her legs pushed right over and her mother’s tongue in her vagina. After she had come her mother smacked her ass triumphantly, announced, “still got it!’” and leaned down to kiss her again and give her a taste of herself.

Amy and Melissa walked to school together the next morning both with very satisfied looks on their faces. They told, they had agreed no secrets ever, but it didn’t matter because your own mother didn’t count. Well that was what Amy had announced and Melissa had been happy to go along with it glad that unreasonable jealousies weren’t surfacing- as they had with her the night before.

After school on Friday the girls got home, put their bags inside, and with their cases for the trip already in the car they were off. It was a four hour drive to Meredith’s place and after an hour Amy was asleep, followed thirty minutes later by Melissa so Claire pulled up with two sleeping girls in the back. She had rung ahead when she was ten minutes away and Meredith was waiting in front of the garage door. As the car swung round to go towards her she had dropped her robe and stood naked in the light of the head lamps.

“Exhibitionist slut!” Claire scoffed, a huge smile on her face.

“For you, always,” Meredith answered sweetly and kissed her old girl friend with Mrs Clapshaw peering at them between her blinds from across the road.

(She had always known there was something not right about that Ms Connelly woman and closed the drapes so no one would think she was a busy body. No, she had just been watching out for a neighbor when she saw the car lights go up the woman’s drive; it was no business to her what the two woman got up to into in the privacy of Ms Connelly’s bedroom- nor was it any of her concern if the Good Lord struck them down in their wickedness but it was a pleasant thought for her and it made a change from thinking how rarely her daughters visited. But then that was how it was these days; children just have no gratitude at all.)

Lightning didn’t strike anyone at Meredith’s place down that night. They woke the girls and got the bags inside. It was a bit chilly, it certainly was on the drive with your robe lying on the concrete, and Meredith’s guests were relieved to see a fire going in the lounge. Without being told too the girls stripped off then stood side by side waiting to be told how pretty they were and what simply perfect bodies they each had.

‘Meredith did it as a boxing commentator at the start of the fight.

“In the blue corner weighing in at six hundred , sorry typing error there, at one sixteen pounds- with tits to die for, an ass to kill for and legs that ..”

“Yes?” Amy inquired, sounding just a little green eyed.

‘She uses to stand on- Melissa.”

It was in fun but it wasn’t; like all girls these two were desperate to be thought of as beautiful and both the older ones knew that. Amy got just as glowing an appraisal and beamed just as brightly after it as Melissa had after hers.

Meredith had supper all ready and spread a rug on the carpet so they could have it sprawled in front of the warm fire and not have to worry about spilling things on the carpet. The girls tucked right in having brought their immense teenager appetites with them and enjoyed the mulled wine Meredith insisted they were quite old enough to enjoy at their age.

Claire said nothing but looked across at her friend a few times as if to say she could not believe how devious she was being. Meredith just looked innocently away only breaking in to a “guilty as charged” grin when Amy joined Melissa in being absolutely dead to the world. They covered them with a blanket, lifted their heads up to slip pillows under and sneaked away to go upstairs.

Meredith closed the door after them and moved to Claire. Claire put her hand up.

“Shit damn bugger and blast,” she fumed sitting dejectedly on the bed.

“What?”

“I didn’t give Melissa a chance to ring her Mom, she’ll be expecting a call.”

“Shit! Yeah, what an idiot I am, look ring her and she can speak to me and …oh we’ll get Melissa to ring her in the morning.”

And so they did and Cynthia who had been waiting all evening and most of the night was thrilled to hear from them and learn her girl was happy and right now was fast asleep in the lounge but if she and Amy woke in the night they had a bed ready for them and they could get Melissa to ring. She told them not to, if the girls woke the best place for them was in bed and she was a big girl; she could wait until morning.

They all said their good byes and hung up.

“She’s a sweet heart,” Meredith remarked and Claire nodded.

Now though it was time to lie in the cuddle they had both been screaming for from the moment Meredith had made the call.

Was there anyone else? No there wasn’t. Was the magic still there? They both knew by how excited hearing the others’ voice made them that it was. So; where to from here?

That, Claire had figured on the drive over was where the problem might lie; they both owned their own homes and Melissa and Amy were such an item it would be unbearably cruel to break them up which coming to live with Meredith would mean and yet it wasn’t fair on Meredith, it was all so complicated really.

She spelled it all out for Meredith expecting her to nod in agreement but she didn’t.

“You really are dense sometimes Muncher,” she told her and ruffled her hair for her.

“This is a house, that’s all; I don’t love it, I don’t worry about it, whether It’s happy or sad, or if I’ve done something to hurt its feelings- it’s a house.”

Claire looked at her and waited.

“I can sell it.”

“And move in with me in my place?”

“Maybe,” which Claire was aware in Meredith speak meant ‘no’.

Then she sat up and pulled the lap top off the bedside table.

“Have a look at this.”

She showed Claire a few properties which were actually a good deal closer to Melissa’s Mom’s place but also in a better area and bigger. And when Claire had looked at the prices and sighed saying they were outside her budget she asked in a whisper what Claire thought this place was worth then when Claire hadn’t dared even guess she still blew her away with the answer.

They made love after that. It wasn’t rushed or frantic like sometimes in the college days- it was better. They were both attentive lovers but both had to lower their control freak tendencies before they could just blimin well lie there and let the other be in control and get them off. Somehow they managed with Claire enjoying the sensual thrill of being manipulated to orgasm first. She did the same for Meredith but felt her touch still wasn’t as good as her dear friend’s. It was something she would work on.

Meredith thought Claire’s touch was just fine and cuddled up to her after her orgasm wanting to go to sleep. No such luck and she was bundled over to the en suite shower and they had their first shower together in goodness knows how many years (nineteen, although neither wanted to admit it) then , after drying and powdering each other they got back into bed to fall asleep in each others’ arms.

Amy and Melissa were still fast asleep when they went down stairs in the morning so they left them to it and went into the kitchen to start breakfast. Neither of the girls was sure what woke them, the coffee or the bacon but wake they did and they brought their healthy appetite with them doing justice to the generous amount of food the two old dears were cooking.

Melissa rang her mom after breakfast to her mom’s immense relief. She had really missed her and while Claire’s call the night before was nice…well it was so good to speak with Melissa- not that she was worried or anything but all the same…

The four of them spent the week end together; they went places and walked along river banks or through beautiful glades mostly oblivious of their surroundings and locked in deep discussions as they shared. Saturday night was the four girl orgy and Sunday morning they lazed around wanting to put the drive back as long as possible.

They left at three being aware they had to get Melissa home by seven or as close to it as they could because Monday was a school day and Melissa needed a good night’s sleep after the week end but mainly because they could see she was missing her mom and felt dreadful that she had forgotten to ring her on the Friday night.

Claire hadn’t said anything about the mulled wine, she didn’t have to; it was obvious Meredith felt terrible about it but that was Meredith and one of the many good reasons why she loved her so much.

The three of them would be living together in their new place soon with Melissa so welcome – and Cynthia too if she wanted. She had a bit of a “Muncher” past herself, Melissa had confided so she wouldn’t be at all surprised if some mature lady didn’t somehow turn up in their lives.

“If she was half as nice as Meredith it would be wonderful,” she confided to them and both of them nodded happily in agreement- it would indeed.

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I walk in on my girlfriend being eaten out by the girl that I seduced me into cheating on her.

My Girlfriend’s Rival Ch. 3

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That was weird. Jennifer, my girlfriend, said to stop by her place just before noon, and sure I was a little early, and she’d said to just come in since she would leave the door unlocked, but here it was open just a little bit.

I pushed it open all the way and looked in. There was a purse and some clothes on the floor of her living room. I entered cautiously and closed the door behind me while asking in a loud voice, “Anybody home?”

The clothes seemed to be a pair of tank tops, sweatpants and skimpy gym shorts. One of them was my girlfriend’s night shirts, while the other looked like a sports bra that I didn’t recognize, but matched the gym shorts. Then I heard a moan from the bedroom. I hope she’s not sick.

As I stepped into the doorway I was stopped dead in my tracks. I saw the most astonishing sight of my life. Jennifer was sitting against her headboard of her bed with, sweating and moaning in obvious pleasure as the lithe seductress, Monica, who had once seduced me, was sweaty and naked herself, with her juicy pussy and perfect ass facing me while she was eating out my girlfriend’s pussy.

Jennifer spotted me and panted out between heaving breathes, “I’m s-sorry baby, I- ah- ah! I couldn’t- couldn’t… Oh god… She’s gonna… ohhh- I’m gonna…”, then her entire body shook, her eyes screwed shut, and she groaned as a massive orgasm ripped through her.

Monica eased up a bit, but kept licking Jennifer’s pussy while making loud, sensual moans and wagging her ass gently before me. God! She was always asking if I wanted to fuck her and here she is!

Monica gradually pulled herself away from me and propped herself back up onto her knees. She kneeled on the bed with her back straight up, perfect posture, breasts pushing out towards my boyfriend. She coyly raised one arm over her chest in a display of mock modesty. Her eyes went wide as the three of us exchanged wordless stares. Then, a sexy pout, she said, “I didn’t know you were expecting company…”

I had no idea how to react; I was completely stunned. I was astonished that Monica seemed completely un-phased.

“So…” she smiled curiously, fixing her gaze at Jennifer, “Are you going to kick your boyfriend out?” She pressed her naked flesh against my girlfriend’s before placing her hands on Jen’s shoulders, gently pushing her down flat on the bed as she moved up her body. “Or will you let him stay and watch you make me come?”

Monica didn’t wait for an answer. She slowly and seductively scaled Jennifer’s naked form like an agile mountain climber and moved her knees past my girlfriend’s shoulders. Once there she grabbed the headboard Jennifer had been leaning against and nearly did a split as she planted her gleaming cunt onto Jennifer’s face.

Jennifer had, like me I think, been in a state of shock, but once that pussy had been placed before her hands went to Monica’s ass and I could hear her going to work on this seductress. Monica, ever the showoff, groaned and moaned maybe a little too loudly on purpose. “Girlfriend, you- ohhh- really know- ah- how to show- mmm- a girl a good- uhhh- good time!”

This was better than the best porn I’d ever seen. I already felt as if I was ready to explode, and here I was, still in my clothes and untouched. As Monica writhed on Jennifer’s face moaning, she looked over her shoulder at me, and then here eyes darted down to Jen’s body and back at me before cocking her head to approach.

I didn’t need any more than that. I almost dived into my girlfriend’s wet post-orgasmic pussy as if I’d never seen it before. She stiffened up and started to squeeze my head with her thighs, but as I went to work on her, she relaxed and allowed me to work my tongue over her swollen clit and puffed up pussy lips.

After no more than a minute I felt her tense up and shudder another orgasm as she screamed into Monica’s pussy. The girl cum literally flowed now from her as I lapped it up eagerly. After that I looked up to see how Monica was doing and she just mouthed to me silently, “Fuck her!”

Jen was trying to get back to eating Monica again, but as I stripped I got the feeling Monica was groaning more from me revealing my body again to her unwavering gaze. She gasped and pinched one of her pert nipples as I unfastened my pants. And when my boxers were pulled off, revealing my swollen manhood she let out a long, “Ohhhh yeaaaa!”

I was like a kid in a candy store and so eager I was worried I’d but a nut right then and there, but Monica didn’t stop looking at me for one moment as I got back on the bed. “Fuck her!,” she mouthed again.

Who was I to turn down one woman offering another to me? Even if it was my girlfriend’s rival telling me to do my own girlfriend. I knelt between those smooth thighs and positioned myself at her wet pussy and slid clean in.

I could hear the groan from Jen through Monica’s pussy, causing Monica to groan and smile as well. My face was just inches away from Monica’s shoulders and I hefted Jen’s legs to get a good position with my knees under hers. Then I pounded her. We didn’t make love, this was hot and lusty sex three-way. I was in heaven. Her vagina weakly clamped onto me as I drove into her womb with short hard thrusts.

Then I looked up and saw Monica was still looking over her shoulder, biting her lip in a sexy way as Jen licked her as best she could while I was fucking Jen. I reached one hand around Monica and roughly squeezed one of her nipples, and that’s all it took for her. She clenched her eyes shut, groaned loud through her bit lip, and shook as she came over my girlfriend’s face.

That was just so sexy I too grunted hard as I began emptying my load of cum deep into Jennifer’s womb. I wasn’t sure, but I think that made her come again also. She was muffled by Monica’s pussy, but as jet after jet of my hot semen filled her, it felt like her body was sucking it right out of my, greedily drinking as much as it could.

We were all breathing hard, and Monica moaned, “Help me,” as she tried to move. I withdrew from my girlfriend’s creamed sex sheath and lifted Monica so she could sit beside Jennifer on one side and me on the other. Jennifer just lay there, exhausted at having had three orgasms. Her hair was a sexy matted mess, and I smiled down to her.

Wheezing, she muttered, “You’re not mad?”

I couldn’t believe she thought that, “Why would I be mad? That was amazing.”

Then she gasped and I noticed Monica wasn’t done with her yet. She had one hand between Jen’s legs, gently probing her pussy with a few fingers before bringing them up, coated white with my jism, then looked at me in the eye as she lasciviously pushed them into her mouth like a cock, leaving some jism around her lips, then moaned as she sucked off her fingers.

Good she knew how to push my buttons as I felt a little more cum jump from my shriveling cock. Jen moaned also, and I laughed to myself, looks like she can press BOTH our buttons.

After she had cleaned off her fingers she looked Jen in the eye and almost oozed her sex appeal still saying, “That is SO good. I want more.” Then, she stood and walked to the foot of the bed. I didn’t think this would go good. I was about to protest saying I was already spent and soft, but she ignored me and got in the same position she had been in when I had entered the room. Right in front of me she went down on Jen’s pussy again. Jennifer moaned lazily again and I watched as Monica took long slow laps of her pussy, causing my jism to push out messily onto her probing tongue before she lapped it up like a cat drinking milk. Over and over, much of my sperm now was coating her doll-like face as she began to dig in on Jen’s cunt again.

I decided to help out and massaged and tweaked Jen’s tits and nipples while her Sapphic lover stole my sperm from her depths. Jen was lost in pleasure, and I was getting aroused again when Monica stopped spoke again in her bedroom voice, “Girlfriend, your man is SO tasty. Do you want a taste?”

She looked down her body and groaned, “Oh yes…”

Having been given a few minutes to recover and some of the sexist scenes in front of me was getting slowly getting me hard again, I stood and was about to present my cock to her face, but Monica beat me to it, crawling up to Jen and proceeding to make out with her, covering both their faces with my cum. They were licking and sucking and kissing, all while sharing all of the cum that Monica was able to sucked out of Jen’s pussy.

God that is hot! I couldn’t help but rise to the occasion again and began rubbing my slick rehardening cock. The girls’ large breasts sexily mashed together, arms twisting and embracing each other, two pussies wet and gleaming between long sexy legs grinding obscenely against each other, Jen’s still oozing and covered with semen.

I was getting nice and turned on when Monica broke away from kissing and looked at me. “Oooo… looks like your boyfriend likes the show,” she said lustily. “Don’t you think it’s time he fucked me.”

Oh crap! I thought this was going to end this dream and set Jen off yelling. Jen was still kissing Monica’s ear, but as she backed up onto her knees and began to kiss and suck on Jen’s breasts that she saw me stroking my schlong watching them. I thought she would say something, but then she jumped with a moan as Monica began fingering her well used pussy again while sucking on her tits.

Monica focused on Jennifer’s body for a few more moments before speaking again, “Well? Don’t you?”

“What?” Jennifer half moaned.

“Don’t you want to see your boyfriend fuck me?”, then sucked on her tit some more.

I thought that would be it, but to my surprise Jennifer moaned quietly, “Yes…”

“What?” asked Monica, sounding innocent somehow despite the situation.

“Yes,” Jen said louder with a little bit more firmness.

“Yes, what?” said Monica again. She was slowly pausing and restarting her ministrations on my girlfriend’s pussy and tits, waiting and rewarding compliance.

“I want to watch you fuck him,” she said softly again, and groaned in pleasure as Monica touched her girly parts just right again.

I started to move, but Monica spoke again, stopping me in my tracks. “Tell him that.” Then she really went to work on Jen, sending her into a cascade of moans and ecstasy. A moment passed and Monica must have started to let up and let Jen catch her breath.

Jen gasped for air and looked me in the eye, partly in lust and a bit rage, then said, “Fuck her. I know you want to fuck her. Do it.” I literally couldn’t believe she had just said that. Sure she’d accused me of wanting to fuck Monica before, and had seemed to really get off on that, but now to actually tell me to do it was unbelievable. I was still standing there stunned like a statue.

Monica pulled back from my girlfriend and taunted her further, “That useless boyfriend of yours doesn’t seem to be listening.” Then she again began devouring Jenifer’s pussy.

After a few more moans Jen propped up on her elbows and glared at me while half yelling, half gasping in pleasure, “I know you want- uhhh- to fuck this bitch! Ahhh! So move your- ohaa- fucking ass!”

I left into action and moved up to the end of the bed behind Monica’s ass. Sure I’d fucked her once before, but that was her seducing me. I’d never expected to be in any situation even close to this before. Monica’s teasing, verbally and physically, seemed to have broke Jennifer’s verbal dam as she just started gutter-streaming dirty commands at me. “Shove your- uhhh- giant fucking- ahhh- cock up this- uhhhh- slutty whore’s cunt!”

I lined up on this sexy ass and rubbed my cock up Monica’s slick pussy and easily sank into her to my balls. I still was a bit sensitive and not fully hard, so I slowly worked up with a slow rhythm to Jen’s dirty talk, “You like that bitch’s pussy don’t you, you cheating mother fucker?”

I couldn’t deny it, and somehow her commentary made it all the hotter and I was now nice and hard and has this minx wrapped around me to the hilt. I grabbed firmly onto Monica’s smooth and firm little hips and began thrusting energetically into her velvety womanhood once more. “Ohhh yea!,” Monica groaned out, pausing in her cunalingus.

“Fuck her that whore! Fuck her harder you fucking bastard!” Jen almost shouted out. God it felt so good. I started to get fuzzy eyed and light headed. I still heard Jen loudly moaning out her dirty trash-talk, berating and yet urging me on as I banged away, lost in lust.

I missed it happening, but suddenly Jennifer was beside me, pressing her breasts into my arm and side while continuing her diatribe of foul-mouthed dirty talk. I was getting close and groaned. Jen knew that sound, “You gonna cum?” Then she spanked my ass hard. It stunned me for a second, but I was so close it only delayed it for a few seconds.

“You gonna make a little bastard in this whore’s belly?” My brain started short circuiting. I wanted to keep fucking and blast Monica full of my cum, but Jen’s words caught me by surprise. Monica seduced me, she had to be on the pill… right? Oh, God, I was so close as I pounded into her snatch harder than ever before.

Then Jen grabbed Monica by her hair, hard, and jerked her sweaty panting face up. “You filthy slut! I bet you want to get knocked up with his bastard baby!” Monica just moaned as she kept fucking back onto me. Her lack of response got Jen mad, “Well do you?”

“YES WHAT?” Jen yelled and shook her head by the firm grip she had on her hair.

“I WANT TO HAVE HIS BABY!” Monica’s fluttering tight cunt seized up and literally pulled me into an orgasm with her. We clenched together and surged together. I don’t think more than a drop of my cum went anywhere but straight through her cervix and into her womb. The feeling was so intense I got dizzy and almost blacked out.

Monica collapsed and I landed on top of her on her bed. Jen must have left to take a shower since I could hear the water in Monica’s bathroom. I looked down and saw my shriveled member, happy, but a little sore from use leaving a little cum trail from my mistress’s crotch which was only leaking a little cum from the large amount I must have deposited in her. She was looking back at me over her shoulder.

I had to ask so whispered, “You are on the pill, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” she whispered back, “Just don’t tell your girlfriend.”

“I won’t,” I promised.

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Mummy Whore

Chapter one

My life was to change dramatically when I agreed to house sit for my
mother whilst she took a weeks holiday. My name is Julie and I am 19 and
could be considered to be attractive, I have shoulder length brown hair
with a straight fringe. I am slim with average sized breasts and love to
dress to make the best of my body. My mother on the other hand is Margaret
though she prefers to be called Maggie.

Looking back now I suppose that she could be described as a milf a new
word I have discovered along my journey, or should I say our journey. She
too has brown shoulder length hair and is a little plumper and shorter than
myself but at the start of this story she is divorced from my father 46 and
dresses rather dull and conservatively.

I turned up at her house letting myself in, I put my bag in her bedroom
and went to make a cup of tea. While the kettle was boiling I took a look
in the fridge and freezer which I found were empty. “Great” I thought no
food in the place. My temper was not helped when I had made my tea and sat
at the breakfast bar where I found a note asking me to do her ironing. When
I had finished my tea I went into the laundry room and saw a pile of
ironing that had to be at least three feet high.

I went ballistic how dare she make me do her ironing, and not even leave me
any food when I was there house sitting for her as a favour. However I did
do the ironing resenting every moment of it. I was then hungry and so
braved her local supermarket which was teaming with people. I hate food
shopping at the best of time, but this shop had to be staffed by the
slowest staff anywhere. And my mood was again not helped by finding a dent
in the door of my car. A dent I wouldn’t have got if the stupid
bitch I called my mother had left me with something to eat.

By the time I got back to her place I was a powder keg of anger. I ate an
uninspiring microwave meal and poured myself a large vodka. I thought I
would check my facebook page so sat at her computer. After I had checked
and chatted with a few friends, I became bored and not noticing how much
vodka I had drunk whilst chatting I decided to have a look at what mother
had on her computer. I admit I was drunk and still angry or I would never
had been so nosey.

Much of it was normal stuff people kept on their pc, family pics etc. But
hidden inside a folder was another folder labelled “my stuff” when I
clicked on this I opened a Pandoras box of my mothers inner most thoughts
and desires.

Never would I have thought she would be so kinky behind that conservative
facade. Nor would I have believed that I could be so engrossed and turned
on by the thought of my mother reading and looking at what she had in this
folder.

Every perversity I could think of along with a few more I had never knew,
existed here. But they all had a theme of lesbianism. “Hmmm I wonder if mom
is a dyke then” I thought in my uneducated way. It had struck me that mom
had not dated since her divorce so was this the reason why? I couldn’t
really see my mother as a lesbian and had never seen her close with anyone
recently, she just seemed to potter on working part time in a local shop
and staying at home.

Most of the files were stories she had saved plus some videos. I didn’t
look at them to closely at that time knowing that I had plenty of time to
study those at my leisure. However I decided that if I was to find out if
my mother was a practising lesbian I would need to hack into her emails.

I quickly found her email address on one of the stories I had found, as
someone had emailed it to her. I found the login page and would only have
to find the password now. I looked around the computer for any pieces of
paper, but found none. In an inspired guess I tried my name with no luck
but when I entered my name with my year of birth I was ecstatic. There were
loads of emails which all appeared to be from women. I soon found from
reading through them that she was sharing fantasies with these ladies. One
of the most recent ones caught my eye when I looked through her sent mails.

” Dear Mary. Thank you for your message and our last chat which I found
most exciting and erotic. Your so lucky to have found a woman to hold and
to love and I lie in bed wishing that I had the nerve to take a chance and
go out and find that special woman. For now everything I want from life is
but a dream. And you must get tired of me saying how much I want to try
sapphic love but make no in roads to fulfilling what I feel is my destiny
in life. I beat myself up every time I see a beautful lady in the street or
my neighbour who I think maybe a lesbian, or my own daughter. The things I
desire so much but cant’t bring myself to try and get closer to in an
intimate way. I sometimes think I am going mad, some of the fantasies I
have get so extreme, I have no one to talk to about this apart from your
good self and a few others here in cyber space. I really value that believe
me, and I thank you from the bottom of my heart, if it wasn’t for you I
think I may have gone mad or killed myself by now. I know that sounds
dramatic but my needs not being met has made me feel so down and
depressed. It is only when I read your kind words that I do not lose hope
that I will find that special one. All my love as always Maggie xxxx”

I must admit I cried when I read that the first time, to know mom was that
unhappy and lonely. It was only on the second reading that I picked up that
she desired both her neighbour an older woman who I always called Miss
Jones, and myself. I was shocked turned on and disgusted within a few
minutes. Miss Jones I could just about understand, though she was nearly 60
years old she was in great shape and dressed very classy, but always in
things that made the best of her body. Yes she had a few lines on her
perfectly made up face, but yes she was a nice looking lady. But for my
mother to desire me too, that was just to much to take in.

I decided to go to bed, so I printed off one of moms stories by random
stapled it together and along with the last of my bottle of vodka went up
to moms room. Pulling back the duvet I found the bed had not been remade
with clean bedding as moms nightie was lying there. To tired to find my
nightie I just stripped off and lay on the bed. I poured a last vodka and
began to read the story.

As it happened it was a lesbian story of an older woman dominating a woman
of my mothers age. Was this where Miss Jones had come into my moms mind? I
wondered. The older woman had found the lady in a compromising position of
bondage and had taken photographs and blackmailed her into becoming her
slave. All sorts of punishment and humiliation followed in the story and I
found myself rubbing my pussy at at times sniffing moms scent from her
nightie. Once I had finished the story and drank my vodka and brushed my
teeth I found it getting colder in the bedroom. I slipped moms long satin
nightie over my head and settled for sleep.

I found I couldn’t sleep I was tossing and turning all night, the
thought that mother desired me in a sexual way was so exciting, as were
some of the other things that I had found on her computer. I could smell
mom on the bedding and the nightie and dreamed that I was making love with
my mother and found that I was rubbing my pussy through the nightie. I was
gripped by a sudden realisation that I was rubbing my pussy thinking of my
mother with the same piece of fabric that my mother rubbed her pussy
thinking of me. I came hard sweating and immediately felt ashamed of
myself. I showered which helped me feel more sober and returned to bed
sleeping with more erotic thoughts going through my head.

I woke the next morning feeling horny, my vodka hangover adding to the
sexy dreams I had had during the night. As a naughty idea came into my
head, I looked in mothers laundry basket and put on a set of her dirty
underwear and one of her tshirts as well as one of my short skirts.

You must understand as you read this that I was not adverse to a bit of
girl on girl fun, I had played around a little at sixth form college with
both students and even one of the lecturers. I was positive at that point
that mom knew nothing of my sapphic adventures, so why had she begun to
think of me in a sexual way?

I fixed myself some breakfast and put on a pot of coffee as I felt that I
would be sat infront of moms computer for some time. I began by looking at
some of the videos she had been watching but found no common thread it
appeared from them that she was interested in most forms of lesbian sex.

The stories she had been reading though did suggest that along with incest
of which there was a high percentage, she also liked to read stories with a
theme of domination or humiliation. There were other stories there too
which were quite extreme, but I will come back to those later. So if my
deductions were correct my mother was a lesbian submissive slave wannabe.

I discovered how wet the stories were making me when I got up to get
another coffee. As I walked back I saw Miss Jones, my mothers neighbour
come out of her house to head for the shops. She looked elegant as ever,
her feet in three inch black heels and wearing a tight pencil skirt. In her
leather gloved hand she held a long cigarette which she brought up to her
perfectly bright red lipsticked mouth. She saw me through the window and
gave me a wave which I returned. “Mmmmm” I thought “I can see what
mom sees in her”.

I sat back down at the computer giving Miss Jones no more thought for the
time being. I decided to look more closely at moms emails Printing out all
her incoming mails as well as the ones she sent. It took a while but soon I
had them all in order of time and date. I soon discovered that these women
mom was chatting to, she had met in various lesbian chat rooms.

The early mails were much the same just basic hello how are you I am such
and such. After a while there was left a core of three women mom talked to
the most. I sorted these out and concentrated on them. The first lady I
chose was referred to all the way through as Mistress S, this was obviously
the one mom was sharing her submissive side with.

Mom discussed how she had always had a repressed submissive side and had
always fantasized about giving up all control to another, but throughout
her marriage had never had the chance. But now she was free and getting
older she felt the need to explore these feelings for real. They discussed
various punishments, and scenarios for roleplays, the dreams mom had and
how she could find her own mistress. Some of humiliating things mom wanted
to explore were pretty way out, and in my mind at that time pretty gross.

The next lady whose emails to mom I began to read was also a mother. With
this woman mother was sharing incest fantasies. This really made me feel
uncomfortable. Reading how my mother was looking at me as a sexual fantasy
was quite unnerving. Of course at the time I had never thought of mom in
that way. The idea was so alien. They discussed how they desired their
daughters and how they could make things happen, though of all the ideas I
couldn’t remember mom trying them out on me.

The last lady that I began to read was obviously the one mom talked to the
most by the ammount of pages of emails I had in my hand. They also talked
of dominance and submission as well as incest. They appeared to be on the
same wave length but where as it appeared mom had not yet had any
experience this other lady had plenty.

This other lady who called herself “Mary” was active as she called it with
her daughter and she also had a mistress. Mary looked like she was really
encouraging mom to live out her fantasies. One set of words jumped out at
me when I read “thank you for the pics you sent me of your daughter, I can
see why you want to get close to your Julie”. Mom had obviously sent this
woman pictures of me but what bloody pics? I logged back into moms computer
and searched for that email.

The photos mother had taken of me looked like they had been taken with her
mobile phone. I can remember the night they were taken as we had gone out
for a meal and a drink at an up market wine bar. That night I had been
wearing a nice leather dress, a dress as I remembered now, mother had
treated me to on one of our many shopping trips. I shuddered now to think
that mother had bought me this dress and other things with an ulterior
motive. And the thought that she knew about the contents of my panty drawer
and probably lay in bed dreaming of me in them.

I stood up away from the computer disturbed by the revelations I had been
reading. As I poured out some more coffee I heard a sound from the
computer. I stood infront of it for a second before I realised that as I
had been reading that email, the messenger system was open, and mother had
an instant message from Mary, the woman she had sent the pictures of me
to. I was frozen what should I do as if an unknown hand was pushing me
forward, I sat down and clicked on the message.

Mary “Hello Maggie hows things thought you were going away?”
I stood mesmerized, but again as if my actions were not my own, my hands
moved to the keyboard.
Maggie “Hello Mary how are you?”
Mary “I am fine how are you?”
Maggie “Good thanks”
I knew nothing of talking to this woman and was at a loss to what I should
be saying.
Maggie “What are you up to?”
Mary “Not a lot hun, just reading a few stories and seeing who is online”
Maggie”Great same here”
Mary “I take it you have not seduced that gorgeous daughter of yours yet?”
Maggie “Can I tell you a secret Mary”
Mary “Of course, please do tell”
Maggie “Iam not Maggie this is her daughter Julie, mom is still on her hols, and I have found her dirty secrets”

I filled Mary in on what had happened for me to find the files and moms
emails, she asked me how I felt about it and what I was going to do next. I
told her I just didn’t know at that point. Mary began to tell me about
herself and her daughter it began to sound so erotic, and Mary made it
sound so loving, sexy,illicit and and taboo. She invited me to switch on
the webcam as we talked and I was soon looking at an attractive lady in her
mid 40`s.

Seeing Mary on cam reassured me that although what we were talking about
could be seen as perverted, the people taking part were just normal
everyday people. It made me feel that if I decided to go down this route
that I wouldn’t suddenly grow horns. We chatted for quite a while and I
told her about my experiences with other women and she told me some of her
exploits with her daughter and others.

I began to get horny touching myself as I typed, Mary did the same. My
pussy started to get wet as Mary took off her top, exposing her breasts to
me. I was getting so horny and needed some relief. I kicked myself for not
bringing my bag of toys with me not thinking I started to rub my breasts
through my tshirt as I talked to Mary. I had forgotten to close the
curtains and looked up to see Miss Jones waving to me on her way back from
the shops and on her lips I could see a smile. I managed to wave back
feeling so embarrased that I had been caught.

Mary asked me what was happening and I explained about Miss Jones walking
past. She asked if it was the neighbour that mother was interested in and I
replied that it was, she then asked me if I found Miss Jones attractive. I
told her that in a strange way I did that Miss Jones is always well dressed
and was quite elegant. As we talked about the woman who was just through
the wall from me my arousal increased as I thought of Miss Jones in a
sexual way. For the first time I was picturing what Miss Jones would look
like naked and then I could see Myself making love with this older woman.

I excused myself from my chat with Mary and decided to go an visit Miss
Jones, my heart was pounding. The smile she gave me as she caught me
mauling my breasts gave me the encouragment to at least see where a visit
to this elegant sexy older neighbour would lead. The idea was still in my
head as I showered and dried my hair. And the heart pounding excitement was
so thrilling as I looked through my clothes hoping to find something to
wear that would be classy but sexy. I had not brought much with me and had
to grab a few things from my mothers wardrobe and drawers.

Eventually I felt ready and sexy enough. I had found a black cord skirt
which was above my knee and showed my ass off well. I had also put on a
white blouse sheer enough to show my lacy black bra underneath as well
stockings suspender belt from mothers drawer and a pair of her black high
heels which I found quite sexy in style.

Still horny I stood by the door for a few moments gathering my courage
before I opened it and walked the short distance to Miss Jones home. I
knocked on her door and nearly lost my courage and ran back to mothers. But
before I could Miss Jones opened the door. Her perfect lipsticked mouth
opened into a welcoming smile and I was beckoned in.

I was taken into her lounge and shown a seat Miss Jones said she would get
some tea and I looked at her lovely bottom in her satin pencil skirt as she
walked away from me. I stood and pulled my skirt up a little at the back,
my plan was to let my skirt ride up as we talked. Miss Jones soon returned
and poured the tea into a fine bone china cups. She sat in a chair to the
side of me giving me a fine view of her legs in what were fine expensive
stockings.

Miss Jones took out one of her long cigarettes offering me one I accepted
and smoked as I watched her take a drag of her own,she looked so sexy
smoking in a seductive manner, and it focused me on her thin red lips. Miss
Jones said it was nice of me to visit her and she had hoped that I would
drop in to see her as she hadn’t seen me for such a long time. I told her
that I had meant to visit before and when I saw her this morning that I had
decided to come. I slipped myself forward in my chair feeling my skirt ride
up, as I did Miss Jones crossed her legs. I heard the whisper of her
stockings as they rubbed against each other. Miss Jones had a pair of
heeled backless shiny patent slippers on her feet and she dangled one off
her painted toes.

“Yes Julie I hoped you would come to visit when I saw you through your
mothers window this morning on my way home”

The stakes were suddenly higher we both knew that Miss Jones had seen me
playing with my breasts. There was a new tension in the room. My mind was
whirling trying to think how to take things further. It was obvious that a
compliment was in order to let her know I liked the look of her. Miss Jones
lit another cigarette and again I was transfixed by how sexily she smoked.

“Yes well when I saw you looking so nice and elegant this morning I just
knew I had to see you too Miss Jones”

“Oh please do call me Eleanor, Miss Jones sounds so formal and I hope now
your a bit older I hope that we shall become very close friends”

Eleanor got up and offered to make a fresh pot of tea. After her last
words and the way she said them told me that there was a sexual chemistry
in the air. Now all I had to do was act on It.

Eleanor returned to the lounge and poured me a cup of tea, as she leant
across me to put my tea on the table at my side her head was close my
mine. I noticed she had redone her lipstick whilst in the kitchen. Her eyes
gazed into mine and I looked back deep into her eyes. Knowing it was now or
never I leant forward bringing my lips to meet Eleanors. Eleanor kissed me
back and I put my hand on her shoulder to hold her close to me.

Eleanor broke this kiss and stood back, straightening herself, she looked
down at me and smiled. She took my hand and pulled me up to stand infront
of her. Again we kissed, her lips felt so soft and her lipstick tasted so
nice. I felt so calm and relaxed and excited to be with this elegant older
lady. Our breasts moved against each others. We parted from our kiss and
smiled at each other the atmosphere in the room was so sensual and
electric.

Eleanor took me by my hand to lead me upstairs to her bedroom. As we
kissed Eleanor started to undo my blouse and I hers. Once out of our
blouses we cupped each others bra enclosed breasts, enjoying the weight of
the flesh through the material. Although I had had liasons with women
before I don’t think I had felt so much at peace as I did at that moment in
time, everything felt so right. Time didn’t seem to matter there was no
need to rush, though I was eager to see more of Eleanors body. I moved my
hands down to Eleanors hips feeling the clasps of her suspender belt, from
there I let my hands drift around to grasp Eleanors buttocks, what perfect
size and shape I thought.

Eleanor did like wise, she smiled as she felt my own suspender clasps
“oooh you sexy young thing” she declared and pecked me on the lips. I began
to undo Eleanors skirt and let it fall to the floor, now just in her
lingerie Eleanor looked stunning she really did have a great body, yes
maybe her breasts had a small amount of sag, but most women would have
killed for that body in front of me.

Eleanor didn’t disappoint in her choice of lingerie either, she had a
lovely bra,panties and suspender belt set, all in lilac coloured satin. I
felt such a scruff with my cobbled together outfit but Eleanor didn’t
appear to mind as she undid my skirt and pulled me onto her bed. I couldn’t
keep my hands from exploring Eleanors smooth satin clad body. We kissed
with increased passion and excitement each exploring the others body.

I undid Eleanors bra releasing her breasts to me. I kissed her nipples,
feeling them harden in between my lips. I heard Eleanor gasp and felt her
fingers dig into my buttocks pulling me closer to her. My leg went between
Eleanors and soon we were rubbing our pussies on the others stockinged
leg. Our breathing was getting harder and a smell of pussy was pervading
the room heightening our arousal.

I started to kiss down Eleanors stomach and down onto her satin panties
which displayed a nice wet spot. I got a small taste of her pussy as I
kissed the spot and the smell was divine. I couldn’t wait to taste more of
her pussy and began to pull the panties off Eleanor, she raised her hips to
let me take them off. And I soon saw the glisten of her juices on the hairs
surrounding her pussy. where as most of the time now you would expect a
hairless or trimmed pussy Eleanors was as nature intended. Maybe I would
remedy that in the near future I thought. But as I moved to lick Eleanors
pussy I found the way the hairs held the juices from Eleanors pussy
increased the aroma. And when my face was in the midst of it with my tongue
tasting the juices from its source, I found the feeling of the juices on
her pubic hair against my face strangely erotic.

I felt Eleanors hands in my hair holding my head against her pussy and
heard her words of encouragement. As I expected Eleanors pussy tasted
delicous. “Come little one let me get a taste of that pussy of
yours”. I sat up and pulled off my wet panties and moved around
settling my pussy on the lips of my latest lover.

Its often said that older women are better for the experience they have
gained in life, and there was no way I could argue at that time. My body
gyrated involuntarily from the way Eleanor lapped and licked at my pussy. I
was still twitching away as I leant forward and attempted to give back the
pleasure I was receiving from Eleanor.

I pulled open Eleanors lips licking every inch of that moist passage
sucking at her clitoris licking its hardened nub, feeling Eleanor shudder
as I did this. I concentrated on her clit, as I slid a finger into her
opening. Just as I thought Eleanor couldn’t give me anymore pleasure than I
was receiving at that point in time, I felt one of her fingers grazing
against my asshole. The thought of that perfectly manicured and painted
digit against that opening was intoxicating.

When she began to push against my hole and felt her finger enter my rectum
I nearly screamed with joy. This was rapidly becoming the most intense sex
I had ever had and I was not going to be out done. I moved my tongue off
Eleanors pussy and began to tongue at her hole. I heard Eleanor mutter
“yes,yes,yes” as my tongue licked at her ass. Encouraged by her
shouts I wet my finger and pushed into her hole, switching my tongue back
to her pussy.

If only I had known lesbian sex could be this good I would have stuck with
women and not wasted so much time with guys. Eleanor was incredible and I
knew I would be back for more from this older more experienced
woman. Already I knew the orgasm building inside me was better than any I
had had before. When it did break I did something I had never achieved
before, I squirted! yes unbelievably I squirted right on Eleanors face
which was enough to send her over her edge. It took many minutes of me
twitching and making uncontrollable sounds for me to come down from the
high.

Once I was back in control of my body I turned around and saw my juices
covering Eleanors face. I kissed her and licked some of my juices from her
face before kissing her again. We both smiled broadly at each other and
cuddled together kissing and stroking each other. Eventually Eleanor
suggested we showered before coming back to bed.

Eleanor showered first before slipping into a long satin nightie she
handed me one and I went into the shower. Even without the hot water I was
glowing from the most intense sex I had ever experienced. One thing I now
knew was that Eleanor had done this many times before. Oh what time I had
wasted living next to this woman not knowing what she was capable of. What
sex I had missed out on, I kicked my self for being so blind to what was
next door to me all those years that I had lived at moms.

I slid the nightie on and returned to the bedroom lying on the bed to wait
for the return of Eleanor. I heard her coming up the stairs and smiled at
her as she came into the room carrying a bottle of chilled white wine. She
sat on the edge of the bed and poured the wine handing me a glass, we
clinked glasses and shared a kiss.

We settled sitting up in bed as Eleanor handed me a cigarette we lit up,
sending spirals of smoke reaching for the ceiling. A slight chill in the
room made my nipples harden against the satin of the nightie which felt
nice whenever I moved.

“So julie tell me what made you so excited in your mothers lounge this
afternoon that you started playing with your lovely breasts” ?

I decided to tell Eleanor everything that I had found out about my mother
in the last two days. About her fantasies both for me and Eleanor
herself. I also told her of some of mothers other kinks and how she yearned
to be submissive. Eleanor thought for a short time before asking what I
planned on doing about it all. I informed her that I had not decided
anything yet but I did find the possibilities exciting. I also told her
that I was quite content being with her.

Eleanor went quiet and I was a little hurt when she told me that I was
welcome to come and visit and have sex at times, but she did not go in for
relationships. She preferred to be a free agent and had a few friends that
she just met up with for sex and games as she called them. I was shocked at
this as I had always thought she was so quiet and more reserved.

I think that Eleanor could see my hurt and bewilderment, she took my hand
and said she was charmed by my interest in her but she had long given up
relationships. She also said that she was not the woman that I thought she
was. She told me not to be to shocked but before she moved next to mothers
nearly twenty years before she had been a teacher at an all girls
school. Eleanor lit us both some cigarettes and went on to explain that she
had been caught with two of the girls. To save the school from scandal she
had been paid off rather generously and moved next to mothers. Eleanor said
that from that day on she had indulged her interests and found having a
partner held her back from the freedom being single gave her.

I thanked her for her honesty and told her that I hoped she would let me
see her from time to time,and that the afternoon we had shared was such an
eye opener that I wanted to explore the sapphic side of my self alot more.

“Julie darling I hope I’am not speaking out of turn but why not explore
things with your mother as she wishes. I have met a few women that have
shared an incestual relationship and they have all found it
exhilarating. And from what you have told me your mother is submissive you
could have her doing what ever you want and whenever you want it. In fact
Julie, you could own your mother and have her as a real full time sex slave
all to yourself”

Eleanors words did shock me at first but as her words sank in a little I
started to come round to the idea of having mom as a slave. The idea of
actually having sex with her was still a bit hard to swallow though, I had
never thought of my own mother in such a way.

As we talked Eleanor started rubbing my pussy throught the satin
nightie. Eleanor was telling me the things I could do with a submissive
slut like my mother. When she suggested that I could even make money out of
her by whoring her out my interest peaked. As a student cash was a little
scarce, now here was a way of paying my way through college.

Eleanor and I made love again that night and I fell asleep with the
thoughts of whoring out mother. We woke the next morning and chatted a
while. I told Eleanor that my only concern at the moment was that I had no
experience of domination play. She told me that she might be able to help
there, and for me to go back to mothers and think whether I really wanted
to go down this path. Eleanor gave me her phone numbers and we parted with
a kiss and cuddle.

I went back to mothers intoxicated by the experience with Eleanor. I guess
I was floating in the clouds, so happy and at peace with everything. After
drinking a coffee I had a nap on the sofa dreaming of future
possibilities. I was rudely woken from my slumber by a text message from
mom. As I read it my mood changed it told me that she wanted me to do a big
food shop ready for her return. It also let me know that she had emailed me
the list. On opening the email I was struck by the length of the list and
angry that she had left me nothing for while I was there and no cash to buy
all the groceries.

Right I thought to myself you have pissed me off enough if you think I am
going to let you get away with this you have another thing coming. I called
Eleanor and told her that yes I was going to go through with the plan to
make mother my slave and whore. Eleanor had told me of a friend of hers
that was a dominatrix, the idea was for me to have a session as a slave to
experience what it was like to be a slave. And then to assist this lady for
a day. Eleanor told me that she would contact the Mistress and get back to
me with a time and location. While I was waiting for the call I was to get
a school girl uniform together.

Grabbing my bag I went into town to look around the shops and get together
what Eleanor suggested. I also went back to my own flat and got a few more
bits and pieces my make up etc and some of my sexier clothing.

Back at mothers I must admit I was nervous and scared of what pain I maybe
subjected to. But the anger at mother was still in my mind and I was
determined to go through with the path suggested by mothers dirty emails
and stories.

To take my mind off the waiting I showered and began to do my make up, I
went for quite a slutty over done look, a look I had never done before and
it took me a few attempts to get it to my satisfaction. I was itching to
wear the slutty uniform I had put together, but held back instead just
throwing a few things on and logging onto moms computer. Rereading her
emails and looking at some of the stories had me on the brink and I was
glad when Eleanor phoned, me giving me the time and address to go to.

I rushed up the stairs and freshened up. I booked a taxi and started to
put on my sexy school girl uniform, wondering if the uniform was Eleanors
idea given her past? I put on the sexy underwear I had bought especially
for the occasion, white stockings, and black ankle socks, suspender belt,
bra and panties. A crisp tight white blouse was next and a very short tight
skirt. The look was completed with a school tie and a pair of shoes. I
managed to touch up my make up and hair just as the taxi beeped outside.

I threw on a longish jacket and sat in the back of the taxi giving the
driver the address. I was relieved to find that the taxi company had sent a
female driver. The driver was in no way attractive but as she made small
talk I noticed her eyes in the mirror taking in my short skirt and
stockings. Being so horny I opened my jacket and my legs letting the driver
see more of my outfit and the damp patch on my panties. At one point I
thought she was going to crash the taxi, I felt so naughty but before I
could tease much more we had reached my destination.

She gave me a card with her number on asking me to call her when I was
ready for my return journey. I thanked her and walked up the path heart
pounding in my chest to the door to this dominatrixes house.

I rang the bell and waited and waited, she was obviously in no rush to let
me in. I felt so exposed, dressed as a slutty school girl in this
residential street with cars going up and down it. I heard footsteps coming
down a hall way inside and the sound of the door being unlocked. Before I
lost my nerve and fled the door was opened to reveal a pleasant looking
lady in her mid 40’s. She was wearing a long leather coat and she welcomed
me in, taking me through into her kitchen where I saw Eleanor dressed the
same.

I was told to sit with them at the table and given a glass of wine. The
Mistress introduced herself as Clara but told me to refer to her as
Mistress at all times. We discussed the reason for me being there Mistress
Clara explained that it was important for a dominatrix to have tried being
a slave to understand the experience and to know what any punishment felt
like.

“Julie why don’t you stand up and show us that school uniform you are
wearing” Eleanor told me. I stood and removed my jacket. I felt so self
concious standing there with the two womens eyes on me. “Mmmm very nice
Julie turn around show us all”
Eleanor was obviously enjoying the view,
maybe, I thought it was bringing back memories for her. “Bend over dear
show Aunty Eleanor your pretty panties”
. By now I was feeling so embarrassed showing off in my uniform in front of the two ladies.

Mistress Clara placed a leather collar around my neck and lead me into
what she called her playroom. This was through a door from her kitchen and
down into her cellar. I was amazed by all the equipment and cruel looking
implements she had hanging from the walls. Mistress Carla took off her coat
revealing a leather corset panties and thigh high boots. Eleanor also took
off her coat and looked stunning in a pvc catsuit clinging to her body like
a second skin.Around her waist was a wide shiny belt, and her delicate feet
were in a pair of black ankle boots with a high heel.

Maybe I will tell you of the events that day another time after all this
story is supposed to be about my mother not me. Just to let you know that I
found the day intensely sexually exciting, interesting and stimulating. On
leaving Mistress Claras I was given a dvd of some sessions she had done
with her clients to watch as well as some domination magazines to
read. This I was told was my homework for the night as the next day I was
to assist her in a days work.

I enjoyed the days work with Mistress Clara and felt confident In my
ability to take charge of mother although I was still not sold on the idea
of sexual contact with her. The morning before mothers return I went to
Eleanors house as agreed. She had been kind enough to offer to help me with
a make over and some shopping ready for my transformation into my mothers
owner.

Eleanor as usual looked so elegant, looking at her I realised that I had
fallen in love with her, a love I knew she wouldn’t give back but I was
happy to know we could share special times together. After greeting each
other with a kiss and cuddle we sat and had a cup of tea whilst Eleanor
quizzed me on my day with Mistress Clara. I told her that I had learnt alot
and was confident I could control mother. We made plans for the days
events, and decided that we would start with a trip to the hair dressers
for a radical change to my style.

I had always loved the Cleopatra look that Elizabeth Taylor had in the
film, and decided that I would have my hair coloured jet black and cut in
that style. Eleanor had shown me what I could do with eyeliner before to
achieve a more dominant look to the Elizabeth Taylor version. The
hairdresser did a great job, and we travelled further into town. Make up
was bought and then Eleanor took me to where she bought her
lingerie. Trying on the expensive items on under the watchful gaze of
Eleanor was such a pleasure and I began to feel so special wearing such
garments.

The next shops were for everyday clothes, never again would I slob myself
into Jeans and tshirt. I was to follow Eleanors example and become an
elegant younger version of her. The sex shop that Mistress Clara
recommended took some travelling to but it was well worth it. Their
selection of toys and punishment items were extensive and my student
overdraft was taking a pounding. How ever I didn’t mind as if my plans
worked out, I would never have to worry about cash ever again.

The part of the shopping trip I was most looking forward to was now here
buying outfits in leather and pvc. Eleanor had been so kind to lend me her
pvc catsuit that she had looked so sexy in, for my days work at Mistress
Claras and I knew I would have to buy one of my own. I felt so sexy wearing
it, feeling my own body throught the material. Eleanors eye for detail was
so worth having with me that day, and I was confident that all the outfits
she helped me choose were well worth the expense.

On our way back home an idea struck me and I sent a text to a friend of
mine I knew I could trust, arranging to meet her at mothers in two hours
time. I took the purchases into mothers home and began to clear her drawers
and wardrobes of her boring clothing. Only gear that would suit her status
as my slut could stay.

Soon Sue would be here, so I showered and dressed in the new elegant me
clothes. When Sue arrived I swore her to secrecy before telling her of my
plans for mother. The reason for me getting her in on my plot was that she
was a computer wizzard, and I needed a website building to advertise mom as
a lesbian slut whore. Sue didn’t believe me at first until I showed her
some of moms emails,once she had read enough she agreed to help me out. We
found a few sexyish snaps of mom to put on there as a start but it was
evident that new ones would be needed. Sue soon had the site up and running
and she surprised me by saying she had had a girlie crush on my mom in the
past and would love to help with some more photos. I was also surprised
that Sue had lesbian desires, I had always thought her so straight and
studious.

We shared a glass of wine and gave Sue the first chance to go though mine
and moms old clothes, moms old clothes would be in the bin by morning! We
arranged for Sue to come back to do the photos and I went to bed to rest
before mothers return. I woke early keen with excitement. I tidied the
place through and got all the toys and my outfit ready for later. I made a
coffee and read some more of the smut on mothers computer just to get
myself in a sexy mood.

I sent mother a text asking what time she thought she would get home, and
in her reply she let me know she would be back here in about three hours,
giving me plenty of time to get dressed and psyched up. I ran a bath, nice
and hot and took a glass of champagne with me. As I soaked I ran through
the various ideas for later in the day and mothers future. I phoned Eleanor
and told her that I was ready to get out of the bath and to let herself
in. She was coming to get my hair perfect and do my make up and also give
me some encouragement before I let nerves get the better of me.

I dried myself off and heard Eleanor enter and come up the stairs. I
poured her a glass of champagne and we kissed and hugged in our welcome. We
sat on moms bed and chatted which was a nice way to relax, and I soon felt
the butterflys dissappear. Eleanor looked at the clothing I had chosen and
approved of my choices. She fingered the black satin basque we had bought
together enjoying as I did, the cold smoothness of the material.

I looked at the clock and began to panic,would I have enought time?
Eleanor stood me up and began to fit me into the sensuous under garment. I
shivered at her touch and the coldness of the satin. I sat on the bed and
started to roll up the expensive stockings up my legs. As I looked down I
was very pleased with how my legs looked in the fine luxurious
stockings. Eleanor again stood me up and fixed the suspender clasps to the
stockings.

Eleanor had me step into the matching panties, and as she pulled them up
my legs she stole a kiss and lick of my dampening pussy. I felt such a
thrill from my mature lover and looked down at her grinning perfectly made
up face. Now I was in my lingerie we took a breath and a drink of the
champagne.

As mother had secretly taken a photograph of me in my leather dress I had
chosen to wear that today. I thought that it had enough of a
fetish/dominant air, but was familiar enough to mother so that she would
not know what was happening when she first walked in. The aroma of leather
hit me as I took the dress from its packaging the cleaning company had
wrapped it in.

Eleanor sat me at the dressing table and combed out my hair before doing
my make up as I have already described. A wide leather belt with squares of
polished chrome went around my waist. And then the final piece of the
jigsaw my new leather knee boots, these I was especially pleased with. They
fitted so well and had fine Italian tooling at the top. The heels were made
of chrome as was the tip at the toes.

We just had enough time to have another drink together and a cuddle before
we heard moms key in the door. There was no rush as Eleanor had locked the
door from the inside. I composed myself as Eleanor left through the back
door. Taking a few deep breaths before walking down the stairs I went to
seal mothers fate.

I unlocked the door and went straight into the lounge area Mother came
into the lounge dumping a case before going straight back out to grab
another. She hadn’t looked at me at all or even greeted me. My anger rose
at this snub which helped me get in the proper mood. Finally mother came
back in the lounge locking the front door behind her. As she came in she
came up to me attempting to hug me, rather than return the hug I kept still
and turned from her attempt to kiss me on my cheek. I did notice though her
try to get a sniff of the aroma from my leather dress, and didn’t her hand
linger just to long on my dress?

“Be a love and get me a drink” she asked noticing the glass of champagne in
my hand. Certainly I thought and went into the kitchen returning with a
steel dog bowl with bitch written on it. I placed the bowl of water at my
feet with the word bitch clear to mothers view. I watched her face go
through a range of emotions puzzlement,fear maybe understanding and then
she blushed.

“Whats the matter mother don’t you want your drink?
Isn’t this how a slave should drink its water?”

Mothers blush deepened. “Whats going on Julie, I don’t understand”.

Oh she knew all right I could see her eyes all over my body and my boots
and there was a glint of excitement in her eyes. I walked over to moms
computer and turned the monitor back on. Up came moms emails.

“Are you still going to play the innocent mother? When you pissed me off
this week with your demands, and not leaving me anything to eat in the
house, I thought I would take a look around and guess what I found. My
mother is a perverted lesbian slut!”

Mother looked down at the floor crying a little ashamed at what I had
found.

“Im so sorry Julie I just got so lonely. I just started to fantasize and I
suppose it got to far”

“It may have mother but now you will have to live with the
consequences, you are now mine to whore out as I see fit, to use and abuse,
to punish,degrade, humiliate and fuck with whenever I want. Like it or not
mother your fantasies are about to come true, I have you mother, all that
is on this computer has been copied by a friend and is in safe keeping”.

Mother sobbed more and couldn’t meet my gaze. I knew I had her now, just
where I wanted her.

“Now bitch you stink, get upstairs and shower, then we will begin your
training”.

Mother carried her cases upstairs and I sent a text to Eleanor to let her
know of my progress. I heard the water running in the shower and gave mom a
few minutes to herself. When I got into the bathroom I turned the water to
cold and heard mom shout in protest. She didn’t brave the cold for long and
burst out from behind the curtain searching for a towel which I had hidden.

“Now mother have you cleaned your stink from your body”?.
she nodded that she had. I told her that when she talked to me she was now to
refer to me as mistress.
“Now I will ask again are you sure that you are clean”?
Mother looked at me quizically “yes mistress I am sure I am
clean”.
“Well bitch your wrong, how could you be if that is still full” I
pointed to an enema bag hanging from the shower rail.

Mother shook her head “no no please I don’t know what is happening to me
mistress this cannot be right, please stop these games I know I did wrong
Julie but I don’t deserve to be treated like this I am your mother”.

“Yes well I didn’t deserve to have my mother taking pervy photos of me
without my knowledge, and for you to send them to others over the
internet. Further more you just called me Julie again not mistress”

This was it By taking appropiate action now I would show mother I meant
business. From the side of my boot I pulled out a riding crop and struck
mother across her back. She shouted in pain and tried to hide but had no
where to go. I managed to get another good swipe across her ass. I loved
the way the red mark appeared before my eyes. I grabbed mothers head and
pushed it down until she was kneeling on the floor. I took the enema nozzle
and wet it with my saliva before telling mom to relax and shoving it into
her ass. As the water began its journey into mothers bowel I went to her
front. I kicked her knees apart and placed the cold chrome tip of my boot
between her pussy lips.

As the water from the bag made its way into mothers bowels I rubbed the
chrome tip of my boot up and down her pussy lips. Mother was in discomfort
from the water filling her bowels but at the same time she was getting
aroused by the smooth cold metal of my boots. She began to thrust her pussy
against it, and I watched with a fascinated satisfaction. Mother was really
squirming now from the water in her bowels, which made her rub against my
boot even more.
“Please mistress I can’t take any more of this enema I am going to make a
terrible mess mistress”

I dragged mother towards the shower and allowed her to pull out the nozzle
but told her to hold the water until I gave her permission to expel. From
the medicine cabinet I took out a vibrator and held it against moms
pussy. This was a no win situation for mother, I knew that with the
sensation of the vibrator she would lose control and expel the foul water
from her ass. This I knew because I had no intention of giving her
permission to expel first.

I didn’t have to wait long with the vibrator on full and after rubbing
against my boot mother began to lose it and the water blasted from her
ass. I had never seen anything like it before and was amazed by the power
as it rushed out of her ass. I made mother lick her juices off the tip of
my boot and just as I could see she was enjoying it, I put the nozzle back
in her ass and refilled the bag.
As the water again began to fill mothers bowels, I sat her on the toilet
seat. I handed her a razor and a can of shaving foam, she was instructed to
shave her pussy, and I left her to it and returned downstairs to send
another text to Eleanor and to refill my glass.

Eleanor had sent me a text back saying she was glad things were working
out well and I gave her an update. While I was there I sent a text to Sue
too. I savoured the refreshing champagne before walking back up to the
bathroom. Mother had finished the shaving and the bag was nearly empty I
refilled it and waited watching mother squirm.

As mother squirmed in front of me I picked up the vibrator I had held
against moms pussy. As she looked at me, I made a big scene of licking her
juices off it. I lifted my dress and pushed the vibrator under my matching
soft leather panties and held it against my own pussy. I had no intention
of letting mother see my pussy yet, I wanted to tease the bitch abit longer
before I gave her that treat.

I was getting carried away with the feelings from my pussy, and the pent
up need for release as I played with the vibrator, and forgot all about
mothers enema. I was rudely interrupted from my play by her begging me to
let her expel the foul water from her bowels. I pulled the nozzle from her
ass and made her go into the shower to expel the water once again. Once she
was empty I informed her that this would be the first thing she did in a
morning. I made her shower again to get clean from any lingering foulness
before I handed her the razor again and made her shave any stray hairs from
around her anus.

Once she was dry I had mom stand infront of me with her legs well apart
and her hands on top of her head. I took some baby oil and put it on my
hand. As I walked towards mother her face went from a look of misery to one
of lust as she guessed what I was about to do. I rubbed a small amount of
the oil over her pussy. One to stop her getting red and sore and two to
check that she was as smooth as I wanted her to be. Mother gasped at my
touch, I knew that although she was feeling ashamed and humiliated at the
moment, that it was what she had been craving for.

Mothers eyes glinted up at me from my touch and her breathing got
heavier. I took my fingers away and lightly oiled her ass too. I was
satisfied with how mother had shaved and was ready for the next phase. I
told her to crawl after me into her bedroom to get dressed making sure her
eyes were on my sexy boots and the cruel looking chrome heels.

Once in the bedroom mother looked for some clothing, but all I held up was
a leather collar with a piece of chrome on it engraved with the word
bitch. I placed it around mothers throat and padlocked it in place. Her
only other clothing she would be allowed for now, was a pair of high heeled
ankle boots at 5 inches in height I was sure mother had never worn any
heels this high before. And I was looking forward to watching her struggle
to walk in them. These also had a padlock on them and mother was fitted
into them. As I locked the padlock I looked up and saw that mothers pussy
was glistening with her juices.

I told her to join me downstairs and went on ahead, I knew she would take
a while to come down the stairs in those heels. I sent texts to Eleanor and
Sue who I knew were eager to know how things were going. When mother came
into the room I made her open another bottle of Champagne and got her to
bring me one. I did allow her to have a glass knowing what effect it had on
her.

I knew she must be parched by now and would soon drink it. For some reason
champagne always went straight to her head. I allowed her to pour another
glass for herself which she drank half of. I wanted mother to be relaxed
for the next part of my plan.

Shock registered on her face as a knock came on the door. I knew she would
think that the worst was over and that we would be indulging in some sort
of kinky sex by now. But I had other plans for mother yet.

“Well slut go and answer it, do you think the door will answer
itself”?

She looked at me pleadingly “but mistress I am not dressed I can’t go to
the door like this”

I laughed at her discomfort “oh but you will slut or suffer for your
insolence and do make sure you open the door fully slut”

Mother teetered on her heels to the door,and I laughed at the way she
looked struggling to walk properly. She did indeed open the door fully to a
nervous looking Sue. Mother gasped realising it was one of my childhood
friends that she was now exposing herself to. Sue walked in dragging a
finger across mothers pussy as she walked past her. Sue walked up to me and
we kissed a welcoming kiss. Sue kept her hand on my ass as we looked at
mother.

“So Jules how is the whore coming on, have you taught her any tricks
yet”?

“No not yet Sue, but I have a feeling she will be a quick learner”

I Sent Mother to fetch us more drinks as I looked at Sue, she really did
scrub up well. I had lent her my new black lycra dress and it clung to her
body so well. she had a wide pvc belt on which matched the shoes on her
feet. When mother returned with the drinks we made mother kneel infront of
us with her hands behind her head.

Now was the time things were going to get interesting, from behind the
sofa I retrieved a riding crop which I handed to Sue, and for myself a long
dressage whip which I flicked across mothers nipples. I had decided that
although mother had got the job of being my whore she had not had an
interview for the position. For ease of reading I will relate the
conversation thus.

Julie “so mother tell me how long have you been a lesbian”

Mom “I am not a lesbian Julie, please believe me, I just got reading
stories on the internet and just got more and more interested that is all”

Julie ” so you are telling me that you have never been with a girl or a
woman sexually? Think carefully before you answer. We will soon be able to
tell if you are lying”

Mom “no Julie I haven’t its all just been fantasies that have got out of
control. I admit that I am curious but the opportunity has never come up
and I don’t have the courage to go to gay clubs or join dating sites”

Sue “so you thought it would be ok to drag your daughter into your
sicko fantasies and share her pics with other lesbians then”

Mom “I know, thats what makes me feel so ashamed of myself, Julie I am so
sorry I did that can I please just say sorry, and get back to how we were I
have learnt my lesson, honestly and I won’t do it again”

Sue “well I think its gone to far for that hasn’t it Julie (I
nodded) Julie hasn’t shown me all the files yet, but from what I
have seen you have become truly perverted. Thankfully Julie has come up
with a plan”

I got up from the sofa and turned the pc on as it buzzed into life I
turned to mother.
“Well you see this mistress slave thing goes a little bit deeper than you
may think mom”.
I motioned to the computer screen after pressing a few keys. “You see
mother Sue has been kind enough to set up a web site just for you. Well for
me I suppose as it will be me that profits from it. Come over on your knees
and take a look”.

Mother shuffled over and soon saw that the site was advertising her
services as a lesbian whore. She was mortified when she saw the services
that she was offering too.

“You can’t do this Julie I am your mother not a whore this has all
gone to far now, stop it. I will not become a prostitute for your revenge”

“Oh and why not mother, all we are doing is finding you the kind of ladies
you have been looking for all this time. And also letting you be the slave
that you wanted to be”.

All this time I noticed that mother had kept her hands behind her head in
a submissive pose. I also noticed that her pussy was wet again. I got Sue
to stand up and moved behind her, I lifted her dress at the front and
dipped my hand inside her panties. Sue sighed as my fingers glided over her
damp pussy.

“Well mother it is obvious to me that you desire this more than
you are willing to share. Your hands are still behind your head and you are
clearly aroused. Just as well as your first customer is here already. You
didn’t know did you that all those years ago when Sue and I were young
teens that Sue here had a crush on you,Or did you? I think therefore it is
only fair that Sue gets to test drive my new slut. Especially when she has
been so kind to build our website”.

I whispered in Sues ear that I would take a few discrete photos for the
website and then let them get on with it, once I was satisfied mother was
going to behave.

“Ok slut over here and start to taste your first pussy. As mother
approached I pulled Sues panties all the way down and let her step out of
them. Sue held her dress up and opened her legs wide.

“Ok slut lick my sexy shoes for me I want to see if your tongue is fit for
my pussy”. Without any hesitation mother did as Sue commanded. I began to
take some snaps and decided that mother needed to be seen in a more
submissive light. So as she continued to lick Sues shoes I opened one of
the toys I had bought. At the same time I got some lube which I spread
around mothers asshole. She shuddered at the coldness of the lube in her
most intimate area and tried to turn her head around to see “eyes front
bitch”. I spread some on my finger and began to slide it in and out of her
ass.

The toy I had bought was a butt plug with horse hair coming out of the
end, when I saw it I thought mom would look so cute with it sticking out of
her ass. I spread lube on it, and began to push at her rosebud, twisting it
as I pushed. Mother started to move her ass from side to side as I fed it
into her ass. A quick smack on her ass cheeks stopped that behaviour.

Gradually the plug began its journey, despite the muffled moans and
complaints coming from mother. Once I was satisfied I stood back and took
some more pics. Sue spread her pussy lips and ordered mother to lick her
pussy. I watched as mother without any hesistation, moved her mouth over my
childhood friends pussy.

Yes I thought it may have been all fantasy mother but there is no stopping
you when you have the opportunity. I made my move to leave Sue to her fun
with mom. I thought that Sue would enjoy herself more with out me being
there, so I had arranged to go and see Eleanor. Sue related to me later
what happened in my abscence.

Sue took mother up to the main bedroom and had mother undress her fully,
leaving just her stockings and shoes on. Sue wanted to taste the pussy she
had longed for all those years ago and so they got into a 69. As she
tongued mothers pussy she tugged at the butt plug jutting out of mothers
ass, Teasing the ass muscles holding it in place. Sue knew she had my
permission to use mom however she wished, and so she became more
animalistic. She lightly bit and nibbled at moms clit biting harder and
harder as she got carried away and slapped mothers ass as it hovered above
her face.

Sue was enjoying the feeling mother was stimulating in her pussy and asked
mother to add her fingers. Mother did rubbing at Sues clit as she continued
to lick at the open lips of my friend, her fingers sliding into Sues inner
treasure.

Sue was finding it hard to hold back her orgasm and was ready to
explode. She turned mother on to her back and sat astride mothers head,
lowering her soaking pussy down to meet mothers lips. As her passion rose
and rose, she rode mothers face harder and harder. Sues juices smearing
across moms face.

As she rode mothers face she pulled at moms nipples and slapped her
breasts,reddening the skin. With her other hand Sue played with her
clit. Soon she was ready to cum and cum she did, her pent up lesbian
desires finally having chance to be released, apparently she screamed the
house down, and infact Eleanor and I did hear her through the wall from
next door.

The only rule Sue and I had agreed on was that mother should be denied her
own orgasms. And so once Sue had came she put leather cuffs on mothers
ankles and wrists. She then cuffed mothers hands behind her to the ankle
cuffs. Sue lit her self a cigarette and fetched herself a drink. When she
returned she studied mothers bound form, thinking back to how she had
fantasised about her when she was younger, and how now she had easy access
to her target of lust.

When Sue was ready she undid the wrist cuffs from the ankle cuffs and
stood mother up. Around mothers waist Sue fastened a one of the strap on
dildo sets we had bought. Once she was satisfied that it fitted well she
made mother lie on the bed. She secured mothers hands and feet to the
straps we had fitted earlier in the day. Mother now lay face up stretched
out in an X shape with the dildo jutting up from her waist.

Sue took out a pair of nipple clamps and adjusted them on moms nipples,
watching as mom gave away the pain on her face. Sue positioned herself on
mothers mouth and ordered her to lick. As mother tongued my friends pussy,
Sue played with her own breasts and nipples.

Once she felt herself getting nice and wet she leant forward and started
to suck on the dildo close to mothers pussy. The aroma coming from mothers
pussy helped turn Sue on even more. Sue had got the dildo slick with her
saliva and moved so that she was facing mother. She held the head of the
dildo against her own pussy, moving it up and down the crease of her sex.

Sue started to feed the large dildo into her waiting pussy, moving the
rubber cock in and out of herself. Lowering herself up and down, taking
more into herself with each movement. Soon Sue had the whole length of fake
cock in her pussy. Sue began to ride the strap on wielding slut beneath
her. If mother showed any sign of being pleasured by the friction of the
straps between her legs Sue soon stopped it by pulling on the chain holding
the nipple clamps together. Thus Sue was able to get a good fucking from
mother without the slut getting the relief she craved.

Sue couldn’t help herself though, there was something about mothers tits
that made her want to slap them. And slap them she did as she fucked
herself on the slut beneath her. Mothers breasts soon turned a nice shade
of pink then red with the onslaught. She started to complain but Sue
stopped that too by forcing her wet panties into mothers mouth.

Sues orgasm when it came, she described to me to be the very best she had
ever had. And that she must have stayed on top of mom for a good five or
ten minutes after the last throes of her orgasm subsided. Eventually she
calmed enough to take herself off the sweating slut. She took her panties
back out of mothers mouth and gave mother a deep lingering kiss and removed
the clamps from her nipples. Mother gave a shout as the blood came back
into her nipples which was not helped by Sue rubbing them.

Sue put the duvet over mother and went for a shower. She dressed and came
round to Eleanors to tell us all about it. Mother was left in the dark tied
to the bed all alone in her house, not knowing when someone would return
and free her from her bonds.

We all had drinks at Eleanors and chatted none of us believing how well
the events of the day had gone. We shared a toast to our success and
plotted what we were going to do with her next.

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You follow and old friend into the bar, turns out she works in a sex club and you have some wild fun with her before she finds out its really you. (Female POV)

Warning: Name calling, rough sex, bondage, and sex toys.

Enjoy! 😉

After leading me into the room Sebastian went off, offering the drinks to a couple of people who had just ‘finished’.

Ash was in the middle of the room. Bent over the slightly raised platform where the stripper poles were with a guy grinding his dick on her ass cheeks. He was buzz cut and wasn’t fat but not totally fit either.

Her hands were tied behind her back and there was a cloth around her eyes.

I slowly started making my way over. Watching as the man grabbed her hair then pounded his dick in her pussy. As I got closer I could hear her moan.

“Fuck yes.” She bit her lip. “Pound my pussy so hard.”

The man slapped her ass cheeks.

Watching her reminded me of when I used to the be one behind her.

*flashback*

“Fuck y/n!” She screamed as I pounded my strapon into her wet pussy. She had been teasing me all day and deserved to be punished. “Yes! Fuck your bad girl!”

I pulled her hair, ripping her blindfold off making her look into the mirror in front of us. “Watch as mommy fucks your pussy hard for being a bad girl Ash.” I slapped her ass. Showing no mercy as she whimpered, her ass sore from the previous spanking she had received.

*flashback ended*

I was brought back to the present as I reached the two. I came up behind the guy. Kissing his neck and letting my hands exlpore his front while I pressed my tits on his back.

He groaned and I whispered, “Shhh… I don’t want her to know im here.”

He nodded, going along with it. He slapped her ass again. “Your suck a fucking slut Ash.” He growled.

Continuing to kiss the mans neck I whispered, “Do you want her to eat me out blind folded daddy?”

“Yess.” He groaned.

I moved slowly. Letting my hand brush over Ashes back gently.

“Who is that daddy?” Ash asked the man pounding her pussy.

“Someone who wants in on the fun.” I Took my position in front of Ash. The man pushed her head down into my pussy. “Eat her out slut, while I fuck your pussy.”

“Yes daddy.” Ash said, obeying him as her tongue reached out, flicking my clit.

I moaned lightly, keeping eye contact with the man as I rolled my nipples in my hands.

Ash’s tongue flicked my clit. Moaning as I felt this I bit my lip.

“Fuck yes eat me out slut.” I groaned.

Ash hesitated for a second but continue to lick me. Her tongue played circles around my clit. I moaned as she moved her hands up and started fingering my pussy.

“Hmm you taste so good.” She said quickly then licked as much of my pussy as she could. Gathering as much as my juices. She fucked me with two fingers. Curling them and making me moan.

The whole time the man watched this.

“Fuck thats so hot girls.” His pace quickened and Ash exclaimed a loud moaning scream.

“Fuck yes! Right there daddy!”

I watched as the man neared his orgasm. Slightly disgusted at the idea of him Cumming in my girls pussy I moved and said, “I want to taste your cum daddy.”

He gladly pulled his dick out of Ash’s pussy. Inserting three fingers and finger fucking him while I kneeled down and took his 7 inch dick in my mouth. I could taste Ash’s juices on his dick.

Licking the tip I kissed down to the base of his dick. Playing with his balls using my hands I took him fully in my mouth. Letting him deep throat me.

He tangled his hands in my hair and started face fucking me. “I’m fucking cumming.” He groaned. I moaned my approval and he instantly shot his load down my throat. I quickly was able to swallow all of his cum.

He pulled his fingers out of Ash’s pussy then groaned, “That was so fucking hot.” He pulled Ash up then kissed her lips. “I’ll see you next week slut. I got to go now.” He untied the blindfold and she smiled at him. I was behind her.

“See ya Jake. Best of luck with your interview.” Ash casually waved as he turned to leave.

Before Ash could turn around I wrapped my arms around her and purred into her neck.

“I knew you were a slut, but not this much of a slut. Teddybear.”

Thats when she finally recognized me.

“y/n??!!!”

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“What the Hell are you doing here!?” Ash yelled at me as soon as she entered the locker room. She had stormed off and I had followed her.

“I could ask the same thing for you, Ash.” I smirked.

She continued to storm and I followed her. “You’re a fucking cunt! You know why I’m here!” She pulled open a door that said ‘Staff only.’ after scanning a choker that was around her neck that I hadn’t noticed before. I followed.

This room had lockers too, it was basically just a breakroom except there were 4 separate doors at the end. Two of which were open and looked to be private bedrooms.

“Actually I don’t.” I said plainly as she opened one of the lockers she pulled out a black shirt and slipped it over her head. “Shit i’m losing her fast.” I thought to myself.

She stopped moving. Her head behind the locker door so I couldn’t see her reaction. I moved so I could. Nearly melting to see the tears on her face.

“You fucking left me y/n.” Through her tears she glared at me. “You left for that stupid ass whore and left me with nothing.” She slammed the locker door and moved closer. “My father had fucking CANCER and you fucking LEFT me!” She shoved my chest and I fell into the wall. “And you wanna know why I’m fucking here?!” She got up in my face. “Because I don’t got any fucking money to pay for the stupid bills for the fucking stupid doctors that didn’t even fucking save him!” Her whole face was twisted in anger. I felt a pain in my chest. I didn’t know that her father at passed. This was news to me. He was a kind man. “And when he was gone! I had nothing. NOTHING.”

“Ash I…”

She grabbed my chin. “Don’t you fucking say a thing.”

“Ash…” I tried again. Wanting to apologize.

“No!” She shoved her fingers in my mouth. “Just Shut the fuck up, and suck on these fingers y/n.” She scowled. Something had changed in the way she was looking at me. Almost like I was her prey. I had never seen this before. It was scary. “NOW!” She shouted.

Scared out of my wits by her unusual behavior I started sucking her fingers. I suddenly felt her other fingers on my thighs. A jolt of pleasure coursed through my body and straight to my center. I couldn’t help but moan.

“You like that don’t you slut!” She shoved her fingers deeper into my throat making me almost gag. “All you want is to be fuck huh! Thats all I was ever to you. A means to get yourself off.” Her anger was frightening but it still sent tingles to my pussy.

She suddenly kicked my legs apart and shoved four fingers into my pussy. Without letting me adjust she instantly started pounding her hand into my pussy.

I moaned loudly around her fingers. My hands going down to try and stop her from moving. It was too much but it felt so good.

She was too strong. Or I was too weak.

“You’re such a whore y/n.” She pulled her fingers out of my mouth and wrapped them tightly around my neck. Still shoving her fingers in my pussy she pushed me into one of the open rooms. Using her foot to slam the door shut she removed both her hands and threw me on the bed. Her anger making her even stronger than normal.

Before I could move or do anything she climbed on top of me. Both hands on my neck. Not enough to choke me to death but enough for me to feel a decrease in ability to breath. I struggled against her to no avail. But I was also so turned on. I never had been treated so roughly. I had always been the one treating the other rough or hard. Even with my male lovers.

It was hot.

So hot in fact I moaned as she continued to choke me.

“You are such a fucking slut.” She removed one of her hands and slapped my exposed nipple which was already hard. She took it in her fingers and pulled hard. I moaned, arching my back from the pain. My hand going to hers to try and stop her from pulling my sensitive nipple any harder.

She growled and grabbed my hand. Removing the one from my neck I tried to struggle free but she held my arms tight. Next thing I knew I hear a click and cold metal and rubber on my hands. She’d locked my hands into the handcuffs on the bedposts that I hadn’t noticed.

“Fuck Ash. Please! I’m sorry.” I squirmed.

Growling she pushed my hips down. Quickly grabbing my feet she reached over to the bedposts on the end of the bed and quickly attached my feet. Now I couldn’t move any of my limbs and could only barely wiggle.

She stood up on the bed. Giving me a perfect view of her shaved pussy and giving her a perfect view of me tied up.

“Good.” She smacked my cheek lightly then hopped off the bed rummaging through the drawers that sat to the left.

“Ash I’m…”

“Don’t fucking say anything!” She interrupted. She pulled out what looked to be a riding crop whip and something in her hand that I couldn’t see enough to know what it was.

She came over and went straight to my face. I finally saw what it was. A ball gag.

“Ash, no, please?!” I cried desperately. The gag was huge. It probably would barely fit in my mouth if not at all.

“I said SHUT THE FUCK UP!” She brought the whip across my pussy lips and I moaned at the harsh contact. She took advantage of my open mouth. Shoving the ball in my mouth and securing the straps behind my head. “Better.”

I watched as she dragged the whip across my belly. She slapped my belly with it. Making my back arch a bit. I moaned around the ball in my mouth.

“You’re such a fucking slut y/n.” She whipped my nipples making me moan yet again. My pussy was dripping wet already. “I bet you only walked in here because you knew that I was here and you just wanted to fuck me.” She whipped my tits hard again. “You’re such a fucking whore for taking advantage of my blindfold y/n.” She continued to whip the same nipple throughout her talking. “I fucking hate you for what you did to me.” The whip instantly went south. Coming down harder on my pussy than it had on my nipples.

I moaned. Arching my back as far as the restraints would let me.

“You like that you fucking little, cock-sucking, pussy-eating whore slut of a cheater?” She smacked my pussy harder then letting the wide tip flick my clit. Almost overstimulating my wanting pussy.

She stopped whipping me and turned towards the drawers.

She rummaged then pulled out a massive dildo vibrator. It had to be the largest I had ever seen. It had to be at least 9 inches long and 4 inches wide.

She came over placing the tip on my wet pussy just above my clit. “Now I know for a fact that before you left me you had never had a dick this big before.” She moved it around on my clit. Making me moan through the red ball gag. “Now unless you’ve been with anyone else, that still remains true. Have you?”

I shook my head no.

She reached up and smacked my right breast. “Good. That means I can fucking tear this pussy apart as much as I want.” She started pushing the dick in my pussy.

I screamed through the gag. Pulling at my restraints trying to close my legs. It was so fucking big. Bigger than I ever had before. It felt like it was ripping my pussy apart.

I shook my head no furiously. Wishing for the pain to start.

Ash just continued. Shoving the dildo even deeper into me until it was fully sheathed.

“Good Girl.” She stroked my clit. Only giving me 20 seconds to adjust she started thrusting the dildo in and out of me. At first it hurt like hell.

But then the pleasure started.

“Ohh Fuuuu” I swore through the gag. The pleasure almost overwhelming as she continued to move it faster.

Then it started vibrating.

I couldn’t even moan. I was on cloud 9. The dildo hit my g-spot perfectly so when the vibrations started I lost all concept of the world.

Hell I couldn’t even remember my name.

“Thats a good little slut.” Ash pet my tits as I squirmed and made silent moans. “Hmm yes.”

I opened my eyes to see Ash playing with her pussy as she pushed the dildo in and out of my pussy.

I couldn’t keep my eyes off her hands.

She fucked me for only a few minutes before I felt my orgasm coming close.

But Ash knew.

Just as I was about to go over the edge. The dildo was gone.

“Not yet y/n. You need to please mistress first.”

I nodded yes. My body was shiny from sweat and my wrists hurt from being tied up and pulling on them.

She moved her hands to my face. Sitting on my stomach. Her wet pussy lips on my skin.

“You going to be a good girl and listen to me? You’re not allowed to speak unless I say you can. And you are to call me mistress from now on.”

I nodded yes.

She reached behind my head. Taking the ball gag off. I flexed my chin. It was tense but fine. She then uncuffed me. She was still sitting on me but I didn’t dare touch her.

“Now, slut, I want you to eat me out.” Ash moved so her pussy was above my lips.

“Yes mistress.” I responded.

I felt the whip on my pussy.

“Did I say you could speak Bitch!?”

“No…” I whimpered as another hard slash came to my pussy.

“Shut the fuck up slut and eat your mistress out.”

I gladly did so. Lifting my head up to meet her pussy lips I licked the delicious wetness.

I first teased her a little. Refusing to let my tongue touch her clit or her entrance.

When I felt a hard whip across my stomach I knew it was time to stop teasing so I quickly took her clit in my lips. Sucking on it I drew a moan from her lips.

“Fuck” I thought to myself, “She’s so hot this way” I continued to eat her out. Swirling my tongue in her wet folds then dipping it in her entrance. Easily tongue fucking her with my long tongue I always prided myself in having.

“Yes just like that slut.” She moaned and gently whipped my pussy lips. Almost like she was whipping a horse to get it to move. “Fucking eat your mistresses pussy.”

I moved my hands so I could use them. Instantly inserting two fingers in her tight pussy. Eliciting a moan from my mistress. I curled my long fingers, desperately searching for my mistresses g-spot.

“FUCK yes right there you little whore!” Was what she said and I knew I had found it.

I quicken my thrusting pace. Purposely hitting her g-spot.

It wasn’t long before…

“Fuck! I’m cumming!”

Last minute decision I pulled my fingers out. Circling her clit and building her pressure fast. I opened my mouth.

My decision came with its rewards as my mistress squirted all over my face. I moaned licking my lips as I tasted her cum.

“Fuck. For that slut I’m going to fuck you so hard.” Ash said after she had come down from her high and finished squirting.

She quickly climbed off me and fished a large 10 inch strapon out of the desk. Pulling it out she put it on. “Get on all fours slut.”

I did. Whimpering as I saw she brought out a flogger whip.

Without saying anything she came over and started whipping my ass.

As much as it hurt it just added to the wetness that was already dripping from my pussy.

Finally to my satisfaction she lined the huge strapon with my pussy lips and thrusted into me.

I moaned loudly as she instantly started pumping her hips fast. Not bothering to let me adjust.

“You like that slut?” She grabbed my hair. “You like being fucked by your angry mistress?” She pulled my hair so I was looking at her. “Answer me whore!”

“Yes! Yes Mistress! I love it!” I cried out.

“Good. Now fucking talk to me slut. Tell me how much you need me to fuck you.”

“Please mistress. I need you to fuck me so hard. I’m so fucking wet for you. I wanna cum on your dick miss. Please fuck me so hard mistress!” I yelled out as she quickened her pace.

“Good little slut.” She continued to whip me while fucking me. Just adding to my layers of pleasure.

“Fuck Miss I’m going to cum!”

Ash pulled out. Quickly turning me around so my back was to her she roughly played with my clit as I reached my orgasm.

“Squirt for me baby. Fucking squirt. Let me see all that cum”

Her words pushed me over the edge and I squirted so hard. Screaming as my climax came.

She continued playing with my clit till I had finished squirting.

Then both of us collapsed on the bed. Too exhausted from our orgasms to do anything.

I moved so my head was resting on her breasts. Taking in her smell.

I had missed it.

Ash stroked my hair.

I looked up after we both caught our breaths.

“Ash I’m sorry.”

Ash’s deep blue eyes looked into mine passionately. “I know.”

We fell asleep in each others arms there in the room. Not caring if anyone walked in on us in each others arms.

And internally I told myself I would never leave her again. Ever.

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Thanks for reading guys! I always feel like no one puts the cuddle time after a fun bdsm session in their stories so I tried my best. I hope you enjoyed it!

Comment and vote!

-Kyra

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Thanks for your patience guys!

This one is kinda short but hope you like it!

-Kyra

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Margie had thoroughly out wrestled and dominated Shannon in their first

meeting. The older wrestler had returned to her corner, where she

waited, arms draped over the ropes, relaxing her full body for the next

fall. Shannon was lying flat on the mat in her corner, her new partner

Marlin toweling and massaging strength back into her abused young body.

Whispering encouraging words into her ear, as well as some wrestling

advice, she gradually brought back the sobbing sultry young wrestler

back to normal. ..she had really taken a beating at Margie’s hands and

was somewhat demoralized.

The next bout would bring Marlin and Shannon, against Margie and

Kimberly, or Kim. Marlin and Shannon could almost be twins were it not

for their age difference. Marlin was pushing her late thirties. Both

had beautiful sultry faces, semi premed brunette hair, full, ripe,

voluptuous bodies, and an overall sensual aura that turned men and women

on when they were present. Marlin was an experienced wrestler who

specialized in technical submission holds of all types. She had reduced

many opponents to a screaming, crying submission as she applied her

holds. She realized Shannon had very strong legs and encouraged her to

take the initiative in the next fall and put her scissors to work.

We know Margie well by now but her new partner Kimberly needs an

introduction. Young, 19, tall, 5’7″, fairly heavy 138#, stunning blonde.

Muscular legs with some fat, broad spreading ass, round tummy, full

large tits, hair done up and full makeup, she could be in the movies.

She wore a pink string bikini which barely covered her lush curves.

Her large tits standing up and out and her broad ass stretching the

thin fabric of the bikini bottom. Her pubic hair and vaginal lips were

clearly outlined by t he tight fabric. Standing next to Margie the two

were an awesome pair; both were larger than their brunette rivals, and

Margie by far the meaner, but Kimberly was new and was not that familiar

with the holds. Her scissors was good but she had a hard time applying

it as she didn’t know how to position her opponents yet.

Shannon had recovered and was standing, glaring at Margie. Sandy

explained the rules to the newcomers and then rang the bell to start the

match. The first two to wrestle would be Marlin vs. Kimberly.

Both women approached the ring center and began to circle. Kimberly’s

broad ass jiggling as she bounced. Suddenly they came together and

locked up, Marlin applied an arm lock then used it to flip Kim.

Wham! Thud! The big young blonde hit the mat, sitting up as she was met

by Marlin who immediately applied an arm lock then used it to flip Kim.

Thud! The entire body of the blonde shook with the impact, momentarily

stunned she sat up only to be placed in the arm lock again, stood up and

flipped again. This went on for several times until she was stunned and

weakened so she couldn’t stand up. Marlin ran to her corner and

tagged Shannon who immediately ran in and applying an arm lock to the

same hurting arm of the blonde, stood her up and with a yell flipped her

again.

Wham! Thud! Again Kimberly saw stars as she hit the canvas, by now her

entire body hurt from the impact of the flips. Shannon was on her in

an instant. She applied an arm lock to the same arm only this time she

didn’t flip her opponent, she applied pressure to the bent and hurting

arm. Kimberly screamed out with the pain which encouraged Shannon to

increase the pressure. The stunning young blonde was sitting on her

big spread ass with Shannon kneeling next to her applying pressure to

the bent arm t hat was twisted and bent back and up over her shoulder.

Shannon smiled then broke into a giggle as Kim pleaded for mercy.

Shannon continued to throttle the arm, intending to damage it so that

Kimberly would only be able to use her other arm, and that the sultry

young brunette did. Kimberly began crying real tears of pain as Shannon

looked at Marlin and smiled, her full lips parted in exertion.

Shannon next stood Kimberly up, throttled the twisted arm. then pulling

her backwards, slammed her to the mat, keeping the torturous hold

applied.

“Want to try my legs sweetie or do you want me to keep hurting your

arm”, giggled Shannon to her suffering opponent.

“Ohhh OOoohhh mmyyy arrmmm pleassse Shannon, sstoppp. yourrr hurting

meee sooo, ooowwww oowwwww pleeeeease Shannon,” wailed the suffering

young blonde.

“Oh honey it only hurts when I do this”, Shannon laughed as she brought

the captured arm up and back even further. The sultry young brunette sat

next to her captive and wrapped her strong legs around the plump, tender

young stomach of the beautiful blond e teenager. She locked her ankles

and positioned her thighs and calves so that they would cause maximum

pressure on the tender young stomach they encircled. With a sudden jerk

and squeeze, she snapped her scissors in place.

“OOOOOfffffff aaaaarrruuuugghhhh eeeeooowwwwww aaaarryruugghhhh”, gasped

and moaned Kimberly as Shannon tightened her legs. oohhhhh Shannon,

arrruughhhh, yourrr legggss are like steeeel, arruughhh, ooohh

pleeeeasee stooohhhhhpppp, arrruughhh,” wailed Kimberly as her sultry

tormentor pythoned her legs.

Shannon was loving it, she was getting even for the humiliation she

suffered at the hands of Margie and Kimberly was paying for her last

bout!

It didn’t take long for Kimberly to begin to get light headed as the

pain in her twisted arm and the breath being squeezed out of her by

Shannon’s legs all took their toll, Shannon sensed this and when

Kimberly stopped wailing and her head slumped forward she released

the captured arm, unlocked her legs and quickly rolled Kimberly over

onto her belly. She bent the same tortured arm back and up into a

severe hammer lock which brought a shriek from her opponent. She then

released the arm, went quickly to her head, rolled the limp blonde’s

full body onto her belly, she also rolled onto her plump stomach, opened

her legs, scooted down until the blonde’s head was up against her

crotch, then reached back and lifted her groggy head so that it was just

above her legs. With the blonde beauties head now between her thighs,

she locked her ankles and snapped her legs shut, perfectly setting her

reverse head scissors. Kimberly was hers and she intended to show these

women what she could do.

Kimberly felt as if a velvet vice had constricted around her head. Her

face was against Shannon’s hard buttocks and the youngster’s meaty

thighs were crushing her head. She slapped the mat with her hands and

beat her feet in agony as Shannon pythoned her legs, increasing

pressure, then easing, squeezing, then ease, and so it went. With her

face firmly held up against the tight buttocks, Her nose became slightly

wedged in Shannon’s pungent ass crack. Kimberly thought she could smell

something and right she was as Shannon didn’t clean herself after

Margie’s fingering of her young ass hole. Soon Kim would be introduced

to Shannon’s nasty crotch smother! Shannon felt she had to show the

other women she could wrestle, especially the cruel Margie, so she

continued her torture of Kimberly with her constricting legs. The

purple string thong disappeared up her ass crack and Kimberly was

getting a whiff of her musky female odor as her nose was forced into the

tight ass crack of the sultry brunette. Shannon raised up on her elbows

adding maximum pressure to the trapped blonde head. Smiling at Marlin

she laughed as she jerked her legs up and down brining moans and gasps

from Kimberly. The blonde beauty had never felt such pressure on her

head and Shannon was going to show no mercy as she applied

continual pressure with her locked legs. Up and down Shannon went,

almost doing push-ups as she pythoned her locked legs around the

groaning blonde. Giving everyone her million dollar smile, she let out

a whoop of triumph as she dominated her suffering opponent.

Marlin taunted, “Honey, don’t put her out, use her to show us how well

you can wrestle, ease up on her”…

“Yea, good idea Marlin, I am really loving this, Kimberly sweetheart.

want to wrestle me?” Shannon teased.

“Aaaaahhhhh aaaarruuggghhhh ooohhhh oooohhhhhh”, gasped Kimberly as

Shannon gave her thirty seconds of maximum leg pressure. She was very

dizzy and her head rang from the constant pressure. She was definitely

weakened by Shannon’s legs to the point the sultry young brunette could

do with her what she pleased.

Shannon uncrossed her ankles and slowly released the pressure of her

legs allowing blood once more to flow into Kimberly’s head. The young

blonde wrestler was so weak and dizzy her head fell to the mat when

Shannon let her go. Unaware she had not submited and Sandy had not

called the fall, she lay there trying to recover. Her broad buttocks

spread and her large tits smashed to the canvas.

Shannon stood up and for some reason, pulled the thong out of her ass

crack, and turning to look into Margie’s eyes, stripped off the lower

part of her wrestling suit…she was now nude from the waist down. her

lush brown bush protruded from her crotch and her full vaginal lips

were barley visible as they peeked out of her pubic hair between her

legs. All the women noticed how they glistened with slick secretion,

Shannon was excited!

She walked around Kimberly who was beginning to get to her knees and

dropped on top of her. Still on her belly, Kimberly collapsed flat to

the mat as Shannon forced her legs apart and applied a grapevine from

behind the girl.

“EEEEoooooooowwwwww my legs, eeeoowwww, stop, your splitting me in half

Shannon, eeoooww,” she wailed as Shannon forced her legs apart.

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“Uhhnnn hheee hheee hheee uunhhh”, snorted and giggled the sultry

brunette wrestler as she applied pressure. Once again she was using her

strong young plump legs to dominate her opponent.

“Like what I’m doing to your partner Margie”. she taunted.

“Have fun sweat pea, I love your choice of holds, I don’t know her and

don’t care what you do to her, just remember, you and I get to wrestle

again,” replied Margie, fascinated by the wrestling she was seeing.

As Shannon spread her legs, all could look up into her pink gash and see

the mush oozing from it…they all knew the sexual excitement that was

burning in the young brunette’s loins….she was unbelievably sexy as

she smiled and giggled as she wrestled th e suffering blonde. Kimberly’s

legs were spread and bent up backwards in the reverse grapevine, a very

uncomfortable combination. Shannon loved to hear her squeal in pain so

she rhythmically applied pressure to the spread then eased, almost

setting up a rocking motion as she worked the painful leg hold on the

young blonde. Looking from the feet of both women, Shannon was bare and

spread for all to enjoy and Kimberly was spread with her pink thong

wedged tightly against her vagina and ass crack. Shannon was so sexy

and the fact she was willing to bare her most private parts for the

women to see let them know she was definitely getting turned on as she

worked over her voluptuous blonde opponent, Kimberly was now moaning and

pleading for release as Shannon went up on her hands further enabling

her to add more sideways pressure to her spread legs. Several throttles

had her blonde victim slapping the mat and screaming she was being split

in half by the strong legs of Shannon. So far she had been devastated by

those legs…first a series of scissors holds and now this, a crippling

grapevine, finally Kimberly couldn’t take any more and broke down

crying. Shannon wasn’t through with her, so after another few minutes of

steady leg spreading pressure, she untangled her legs and rolled off the

sobbing blonde.

Kneeling next to the prostrate body she quickly slapped on a hammer

lock, bending the twisted arm up between the shoulder blades of the hurt

blonde. She wanted Kimberly to recover enough to wrestle. Looking at

Marlin she laughed, thoroughly enjoying do minating her sexy blonde

rival.

“Get her champ”, cheered Marlin, “take your time with her and give her

a wrestling lesson she’ll never forget, let’s see what holds you know

honey.”

Kimberly Was beginning to recover a little and sensing this Shannon

allowed her to clumsily get to her knees. She quickly scooted behind

her to keep the hammer lock in place, but it was merely a restraining

hold to keep Kimberly from tagging out while s he recovered. Shannon’s

white spread ass was beautiful as she kneeled behind Kimberly.

Kimberly’s full body was spectacular as she knelt in front of her

brunette tormentor. Her full large tits stuck out and her broad ass

spread even more as her legs compressed the full flesh. No doubt she

was beautiful, but not a wrestler yet.

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