Author: admin

A uniquely set story of two women who find love in tough circumstances and overcome surprising odds

Chapter 1
fifteen year old Lecretia Della Rizzi lay huddled for warmth. She was half delirious, soaked from the rain and chilled down to her core. But she preferred this to what was waiting for her back home.

Suddenly she felt two hands wrap gently around her shoulders. She knew without a doubt that they weren’t the rough hands of a man, but the soft hands of a woman. Even in her exhaustion their touch seemed to stir up some mysterious desire in her flesh. They were warm and soothing on her bare skin. Maybe she had just imagined them, but they made her feel safe, and she could conjure no strength do anything but put all of her trust in them. Suddenly she heard a silky voice whispering in her ear and opened her eyes to see a woman’s face.

“Hello. It’s going to be all right. I’m Mesalina.” Lecretia had been running all night and was so exhausted she could only nod her head feebly. “You nearly died of the cold. I found you huddled behind the barn.” She was now dry and wrapped in a blanket. “You have nowhere to go?” She shook her head listlessly. Mesalina’s hands were still soothing Lecretia’s trembling skin. Even in this state, the attention that this woman was giving her made her briefly aware of a fluttering in her stomach, and a brief tingling between her thighs. It only lasted for a split second. She hoped it would pass. It was like when she saw a pretty girl at the market. She couldn’t explain it, and it troubled her. “I think I might be able to help you.” Lecretia let her head drop weakly into Mesalina’s lap. She had no choice but to trust her. She needed help. She surrendered. She didn’t care what happened anymore. Anything was better than what was waiting for her back home.

Since Lecretia was little her father worked her to the bone as a milkmaid, and he sold the milk, butter and cheese at the market.
She went to mass every Sunday. She loved the incense, the choir, the windows, and the arched vaulting in the ceiling. She seldom listened to the priest and didn’t like the way he shouted. The cathedral stood in the center of the village of Muro di Pietra, with a steeple for all to see and bells for all to hear. All of the other buildings were sagging, and dismal, but the cathedral was the people’s pride. Lecretia felt honored to be in its presence.

What she loved most of all was a painting in the center of the altar. It was of a bloodied man nailed to two beams of wood being carried down a crowded road. She hadn’t listed to the priest enough to know with certainty, who the man was, but for some reason she couldn’t take her eyes off of it. She felt immediately sorry for him and was transfixed by the paint strokes. They were as luminous as the stained glass. His bloody naked body was so vivid and life-like it was made beautiful. It seemed there was some innate feeling in her that was so stirred by the painting it made her insides ache. She couldn’t explain it. She would sit in her pew and dream of being an artist as great as whoever painted the altarpiece.

Her mother had died when she was a small child and her father, Jacopo della Rizzi said it was because of the falling sickness; she perished of epileptic fits. There was no further need for explanation because she could still remember them; her mother collapsing and going rigid, her limbs trembling and her body writhing, and the incoherent mumbling afterwards.
Father Bellicci at first concluded that the fits were brought on by demons. After several unsuccessful attempts to cast them out, he moved onto other remedies.

“This,” said father Bellicci, giving Jocopo a ring “is made of iron and carries the blessing of St. valentine. It cures falling sickness.” Jacopo sought remedy after remedy until his wife finally went into a fit on the floor and writhed until her face turned blue and her body went cold and still for good.

From that day on they never went to mass again. Jacopo began to beat Lecretia, and forced her to milk and tend the cows from sunup to sundown. He drank away their wages and left Lecretia cold and hungry.
She thought of the painting at the altar. The man’s ribs were protruding and gnarled like dead branches and in them she saw her own hunger. His eyes were rolled back in pain and in the man’s eyes she saw her own suffering.

“Why don’t we go to mass again?” She asked Jacopo timidly. Jacopo’s eyes suddenly brimmed with hatred, but he kept his composure.

“You’re dumb aren’t you, little whelp? Do you even know what Father Bellicci preaches about every Sunday?” Lecretia looked down, her face red, and shyly dug her toe into the dirt. She didn’t want to be called dumb and longed to prove her father wrong, but realized that she had no idea what father Bellicci preached about, since she never listened. “He preaches about giving to the poor! Why then, does he try to build the grandest cathedral in all of Italy while the peasants go hungry?” Lecretia didn’t know.
“He’s a damn liar!”

“The choir boys, they have the voices of angels, no? Why do their voices never change? Their voices never get deeper as they age. Why?” Lecretia didn’t know. “Because they’ve been castrated like steers.” He paused for a moment to relish the horror on Lecretias face. “Father Bellicci preaches about chastity while he fucks the altar boys. What do you think he’d do to your cunt if he got the chance?” Lecretia said nothing. She never asked about mass again.

Lecretia was now fifteen years old. She was thin from hunger, but her eyes were large and bright and her hair almost black. She still thought of the altarpiece and dreamed of the day she could meet the artist and praise him for his subtle brilliance.

She once traced the form of the dying man onto a scrap of wood using a piece of lead. She was concentrating on capturing the curves of his form and the expression on his face from memory when her father walked into the barn.
Jacopo was accompanied by his neighbor, Giovanni D’antonio. Their lips were stained purple with wine.

“You never told me you were an artist, little whelp. Why, this could be a gift for the Medici! Fit for the popes ceiling!” he said with a smirk. With that, he snapped it in half over his knee then, threw the pieces into manure.

“You should send her to Florence to apprentice the great Michelangelo!” Giovanni slurred drunkenly.
Jacopo flung her into the stall of his tired old mare and threw a shovel at her knocking her backwards into the filth. “Make yourself of use! No more of this silly scribbling!”

Later that day as always, she met her father at the market to bring home the leftover milk that hadn’t been sold. The jug was just as heavy as always, and it took all the strength she could conjure just to keep her body upright. Her head slumped in effort, she glanced absent-mindedly at a pair of feet in polished leather boots that stopped in front of her.

“Hello Lecretia.” She looked up and what she saw bewildered her. It was Marco santacelli; the richest man in Muro Di Pietra, and he had addressed her by name. She dropped her head.
“H-hello.” She stammered meekly.
“Does your father have any cheese left to sell?”
“N-no. He sold it all” and he nodded
“Ah. That’s a shame. I’ll ask him tomorrow.” She didn’t respond. She stared dumbly as he walked away trying to make sense of the encounter. Why did he know her name? When she had recovered from the bewilderment her eyes happened to glimpse the waist length blonde hair of Mia Liberto. Her stomach fluttered. She barely knew Mia and these feelings perplexed and troubled her.

Still disoriented, her eyes fell upon Filippa Materazzi and her brother Sandro. She Froze. Hopefully they hadn’t seen her. Maybe if she walked away fast enough they wouldn’t notice. Their father Dante Materazzi was one of the richest men in the village and whenever they saw her, they taunted her mercilessly. Suddenly the milk jug was snatched from her shoulder and when Lecretia reached for it she was knocked off of her feet onto her back, producing a startled yelp.
“Squeals like a rat!” remarked Sandro.

Filippa was older than Lecretia. She looked about eighteen and was easily twice her size.
“Hello, little Lecretia!” she beamed mockingly. “Coming from the market? Did you make enough money to eat today? I noticed you talking to Marco Santachelli. Do you really think He’d want a poor milkmaid?” Lectretia stared, not quite comprehending her question. “We have a dim little peasant girl here, haven’t we? rumor has it, little Lecretia, that he’s looking for a wife. Don’t waste your breath, little peasant. He’ll take a rich girl.” She got timidly to her feet and raised the milk jug back to her shoulder.

“H-he wanted to buy cheese.” Filippa smirked, and Lecretia prayed they would let her leave in peace but Filippa continued to follow her.
“Haven’t seen you at mass in a while, little Lecretia. Why’s that?” When she didn’t answer she was deliberately tripped and her face landed in the mud and the milk sloshed all over her. They howled with mirth. “Just trying to keep you virtuous, little milkmaid!”

Lecretia dreaded returning home with the empty milk jug, but what she saw froze her where she stood. Marco Santacelli was seated facing Jacopo, and from what she could tell they’d been discussing a serious matter. When their eyes fell on her she scurried out of the room.
“How old is she?” Marco asked
“fifteen,”
“Has she bled yet?”
“yes.”
She listened in a cold panic. Suddenly Filippa’s words ran through her head; “He’ll take a rich girl,” and they gave her some comfort.
“Was her mother healthy? Was she fertile?”

“She was at first very fertile. She became pregnant within two weeks of marriage. She was very healthy too. She developed fits from the falling sickness, but that was all my doing. I swear she didn’t pass on any bad blood to Lecretia. You see, I had hoped so much for a son. I had waited all those months. When I was handed a daughter it so angered me. I pushed her mother down the stairs. I hadn’t meant to knock her down a whole flight, but I didn’t know my own strength. She hit her temple and was out cold for the rest of the day. That’s when the fits started. It was caused by the fall. Before that she had been healthy.”

Lecretia had never been told this and it turned her stomach. To her further horror, Marco gave a snort of amusement. “I always say women are to be used like chamber pots! Hidden away once a man has pissed in them!” They both erupted into roaring laughter.

“Whenever her mother she had a fit, she had a miscarriage. I took her to the priest because that lying old jackass said he could cure her falling sickness. I took her to mass every Sunday! Really all I wanted was a son.”

“very well! Where is she?” They found her huddled on the floor where she’d sat listening.

“Lecretia,” said Jacopo bending over. “Marco santacelli has asked for your hand in marriage.” She stared numbly.

“I don’t need a rich girl,” said Marco. “I’ve been watching you for a while at the market, and you’ve caught my eye. I’ve married and buried several well-connected girls. Two died in childbirth, and one died of a fever. I’ve made enough alliances for the time being. I have plenty of money and a rich man should have a pretty wife. I don’t need a large dowry. “

“From now on,” brayed Jacopo, “It will be nothing but silver, gold and pearls for you, little milkmaid! Feather beds! Crystal glasses! Ambergris! And a house fit to entertain the Medici!”

“Now Jacopo, if you don’t mind I’d like to get a look at her.” At those words, Jacopo left them alone together. Marco studied her appraisingly. She looked at him furtively. He was twice her age, His teeth were yellowed with a blackened crust in the gaps. An enormous hairy gut spilled over the top of his trousers, which he never bothered to cover with his shirt. She couldn’t help but feel repulsed. At last he spoke.

“You’re very pretty, Lecretia.” He began to tug at her clothes, loosening her dress. She tried to pull away, but he held her still. He ignored her whimpers and continued to undress her.
“Your father says you’ve bled?” She nodded.
“You’re fertile?”
“I-I don’t know!” She whimpered.
“As soon as we’re wedded we’ll find out, I have no sons either.” Finally she stood trembling and naked, squirming under his gaze. Then he started to run his hands over her body.

“First, lets make sure you’re a virgin!” One hand clutched her young breast and the other went between her thighs and prodded where she was most tender. She felt a panic welling up.
He grabbed her shoulders and forced her to her knees. He held her by the hair. He unbuttoned his trousers. He pressed her face closer to him.

“Don’t worry. This doesn’t spoil your virginity, my little peasant. You’ll still have some worth.”
He smelled rotten. Her mind was reeling. Her limbs flailed outwards in shock. She had launched herself away from him and she bolted clumsily out of the room and down the hall. Jacopo simply gaped in astonishment but he was standing between her and the door. She seized a wine bottle and hurled it through the window, and launched herself through the shattering glass.
She looked down in a frenzy to discover she was still naked. She savagely tore a curtain from the window and ran. She ran past the market. Faces gaped in amazement, but she ran past them.

“What have we here? Little lecretia!” a familiar voice gloated.
“Stop her!” roared Jacopo.

She was suddenly thrown to the ground. She squirmed frantically and finally freed herself from the grasp of Filippa Materazzi. She wrestled the curtain from Filippa’s hands as she bellowed with pitiless amusement.

She ran past the cathedral and straight out of Muro di Pietra. Her legs began to ache, then they went numb. Every time she thought of stopping she heard shouting and saw a dim glimmer of torches. The clatter of hooves. Cold rain stung her body. She did not know how long she had been running but she couldn’t stop. Couldn’t stop. She ran as fast as she could past sundown and all through the night, refusing to let her body collapse, while the icy rain chilled her blood and numbed her to the core.

She looked up to see a dark shape looming in front of her. She was stiff and weak. Her vision was clouding over. Her mind was foggy. Her hand met splintered wood. There was a triangular roof. A door. If she knocked might someone come for her? Might someone help her? If she just knocked…

There was hay. There came a soft neigh from inside. A horse? It was a barn… It shielded her from the razor-sharp wind, and the rain. She would rest here for a little while. Just for a little while…

Chapter 2
It was Mesalina Pompeo who found Lecretia. Who brought her inside the barn and wrapped her in a blanket to rest.
Suddenly the blanket was pulled off of her and the cold prickled her skin.
“You found her behind the barn, Mesalina? Why doesn’t she have any clothes?”
“I don’t know. That’s how I found her.”
“I don’t want her. She’s skin and bones. She looks like she could barely lift a candlestick. Send her back outside.”

Lecretia listened lethargically to the two speakers not quite comprehending that they were talking about her. She vaguely remembered Mesalina, and her soothing hands, and dimly recalled that Mesalina had promised to help her somehow… She hoped she would…

“It won’t be hard to fatten her up. What’s your name?” She was gently nudged, and realized that she’d been asked a question.
“Lecretia Della Rizzi.” She murmured softly.

“This is Severina Sacci,” she said indicating an older woman next to her. “She’s looking for a maid. Are you willing to work? She has an extra bed in the servant’s quarters.” She nodded. She would do anything to get out of this cold…

“I told you she’s too thin. I don’t want her,” said Severina. “Help me get her back outside. You can’t stay here, girl. I don’t give to charity. I won’t take in just any peasant child off the street.” Lecretia’s mind was reeling as Severina began to drag her and was rapidly beginning to comprehend what was happening. She didn’t want to go back outside. She managed to muster the last of her strength and resist Severina with new-found urgency. She would do anything…

“I’ll work for free!” she heard herself cry. Severina released her limp body and she fell like deadweight to the ground. “I’ll do anything you ask.”
“Anything? Well…” said Severina begrudgingly. “Lets get her inside and let Lorenzo look her over and decide.”
“No harm in that.”

They wrapped the blanket around her shoulders and each took an arm, when she was brought inside she fell onto a polished wooded floor. Severina wrenched the blanket out of her grasp, and she looked her over. Lecretia looked down, unable to meet their gaze.

“She’s skin and bones. She looks like a corpse.”
“She’ll be easy to fatten up. She looks like she knows a hard days work.”

“Well Mesalina, you’d better wash her before showing her to Lorenzo. She’s filthy.” She stared numbly. Mesalina was going to wash her? She realized fretfully that she was in fact too weak to wash herself. She appreciated Mesalina’s efforts to defend her, but at the same time she was on the verge of tears. She felt almost as vulnerable as Marco had made her feel. It had something to do with the way Severina was talking about her like she wasn’t there. Like everyone else that day, they made her feel like her body wasn’t hers. She didn’t ask for any of this; to be grabbed, prodded, appraised, and handled. Now her body was stripped bare and was going to be washed by a stranger’s hands? She didn’t ask for this.

She uneasily allowed herself to be led to the tub. To her rapid astonishment the water wasn’t cold like every other bath she’d taken. Mesalina had heated the water for her… Why? She tried to wrap her head around the kindness in that gesture, but it was too much. Why did Mesalina think she deserved this?

“How old are you, Lecretia?”
“Sixteen,” she mumbled softly.
“Can you tell me where you’re from?” She shook her head.

Mesalina was older than her and looked to be about twenty, but she couldn’t help but notice how pretty Mesalina was. Her blue eyes were bright and youthful, and her jet-black hair reached fully down her back. She was helped into the tub and remembered with sudden apprehension that Mesalina was touching her bare skin. She hoped her body wouldn’t react to her touch like before. She hoped she could hide it. Mesalina ran a soapy hand across her back. Electric waves of sensation shot through her. She heard herself gasp. Was Severina going to watch? Why did her body betray her like this? What was it about Mesalina’s touch?

“I’ll come later to check. If she’s going to stay in my house she’d better be spotless, Mesalina.” Seeing Severina leave relaxed her slightly. Mesalina rubbed the soap against Lecretia’s scalp and began to wash her hair.

“This is the house of Lorenzo and Severina Sacci. That was their barn you were in. I’m their cook…” She was only dimly aware of Mesalina speaking. All she could think about was Mesalina’s hands running along her body. They were tender. Never had anyone paid her such special attention. She had never been worth the time to anyone. Never had anyone touched her like this. Lecretia realized with sudden embarrassment that she had been doing very little to hide her reactions. Her body trembled and was moving with the strokes of Mesalina’s hands. Mesalina moved a soapy cloth over Lecretia’s body while the other hand scrubbed. As Mesalina’s hands moved across her belly she felt it flutter. She felt Mesalina’s touch with every nerve in her body. To her further embarrassment, her touching seemed to excite the flesh between her thighs. She fought against the pulsating tingling. She felt ashamed. What would Mesalina think if she knew? With a great effort she willed her body to stay still. Mesalina washed her back, her arms, her belly, her feet, and her legs, while Lecretia resisted squirming.

“You’re almost clean. Just one more thing.” She was nudged and encouraged to stand. The soapy cloth traveled along her body. It moved below her belly button and circled up and down. Very gently. Slowly the cloth traveled downwards. The place between her thighs, tingled and throbbed. She was overwhelmed. She wanted to sit back down but Mesalina gently held her in place. Finally the cloth touched her between the legs. Mesalina applied a gentle pressure and moved the cloth slowly back and forth. Lecretia heard herself gasp and yelp. Mesalina rinsed and re-soaped the cloth and continued to wash her. She washed on either sides of her lips. She washed the insides of her thighs, but she kept returning pressure to the place between her thighs where she felt a warm tingling. Lecretia suddenly came to realize that her hips seemed to be responding to the cloth. They returned the pressure and moved against the gentle friction. She couldn’t seem to will them to stop.

“All clean.” Mesalina wrapped her back in her blanket, while Lecretia struggled to recover. She felt like the wind had been knocked out of her. When Lecretia had collected herself she was mortified. She prayed that Mesalina hadn’t noticed. All Mesalina had done was wash her because she couldn’t wash herself. It seemed innocent enough. She just wanted to help. Yet it made her want to be touched in all the wrong places. She avoided Mesalina’s eyes. What would she think? She’d be disgusted with her if she knew. How disastrous that would be… If she disgusted Mesalina. As she thought of Mesalina’s bright brilliant eyes, and her kindness, she realized with great perplexity how much she wanted Mesalina to like her… To approve of her… She just wanted to please her. Lecretia looked up shyly and saw no judgment in her eyes. Her hands and her face were reassuring. But to her slight apprehension something in her smile seemed knowing.

“Well at least you scrubbed the manure off.” Said Severina approvingly as she approached. “It’s up to my husband if you can stay. I’ve told him you were here and he wants to see you now.” They supported her as she walked and led her to a man sprawled out in an embroidered armchair. There were several empty wine bottles scattered around the floor. He smelled like liquor and sweat. His face glistened with snot. His swollen eyes were closed, and he breathed in a rumbling snore. His shirt was open around his barrel shaped chest. She suppressed an appalled gasp to discover that his trousers were unbuttoned and he lay carelessly exposed. She couldn’t quite hold back her disgust. To her he seemed entirely comatose. Suddenly he opened his mouth and a curt voice startled her.

“Bring her closer,” he barked. She stepped anxiously nearer.
“Lecretia, this is Lorenzo Sacci,” said Mesalina. “He’s a painter.”
“One of the greatest painters in Italy!” said Severina straightening herself with dignified pride.
Mesalina snorted sardonically and remarked under her breath, “He’s no Titian, but he’s good enough for Muro Di Pietra’s cathedral.”

Lorenzo seemed not to notice either of them but Mesalina’s remark had hit her like lead. She felt like the breath had been knocked out of her. She struggled to wrap her head around this new revelation:

This was the man who painted the altarpiece. Lorenzo Sacci. Was her childhood hero.

She now looked avidly into his bloodshot half closed eyes. His mouth opened. He was about to speak. She listened earnestly. She thought excitedly of the altarpiece and keenly searched his snot-covered face for a trace of It’s genius. Instead purple vomit bubbled down his chin and he began to snore again.

“I don’t want her.” He said at last. “This one’s too scrawny. “She looks like a prostitute’s whelp. And obviously the litter’s runt. She’s not good enough to be my servant.”

Not good enough? Had she heard him right? Lorenzo’s words fell on her like a hammer and felt like a lead weight on her insides. Of course she’d been called worse things. But coming from the man she’d worshipped for so long… This unknown artist had felt like her only friend for her entire childhood. She felt her lip tremble and her eyes beginning to burn with tears.

“What?” remarked Lorenzo, “It weeps! Fancy that!”

“She says she’ll work for free.” Said Mesalina. “Do you think it’s wise to look a gift horse in the mouth, Lorenzo? Let’s just give her a chance. You can send her on her way if she doesn’t please you.”

“Alright,” he slurred carelessly. “I’ll see how I like her after a few days.” He waved his hand dismissively. “Little gutter-whore’s bastard,” he murmured groggily to himself, and continued to snore.

“Come on, little one. I’ll take you to the servants quarters.” Mesalina wrapped an arm around her shoulder and gently led her. She obediently followed, oblivious to her surroundings, her breath quickening, her lip quivering, and her eye’s watering.
Once the door had been shut behind her she abandoned all attempts to suppress her grief. A howl of anguish escaped her. She collapsed and Mesalina caught her in her arms. Rather than lead her to her own bed, Mesalina squeezed Lecretia in her embrace and laid her down beside her. Lecretia surrendered her trust. She didn’t care. She pressed her body into Mesalina’s as tightly as she could, finding reassurance in its warmth. She wanted to be sheltered by it. She wanted to be comforted by it. She wanted to disappear into Mesalina for the night, and not have to worry about Lecretia. She nestled into the warmth. She pressed her face into Mesalina and sobbed into her chest while she held her and comfortingly stroked hair. Spasms of Sorrow possessed her body.

She wept for the end of her childhood, the loss of her hero, the loss of her cathedral… The loss of her mother… The loss of everything she had known.

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Sarah and me had just finished making love and fucking exquisitely when we started talking about our unfulfilled sexual fantasies. Over time we have worked through many of our sexual fantasies, though we still have a list of unfulfilled sexual fantasies we would like to explore. We were also in agreement a new sexual fantasy is always more exciting with at least one extra person in the mix, preferably a same sex person.

We agreed we wanted each other to watch us living out a new sexual fantasy with some basic rules, no fucking, and it had to be a turn on for the other person. Further agreeing each of us would have to organise their own sexual fantasy without telling each other what we had organised. We also agreed we would write the story, the narrative of each other’s fantasy.

It was a Sunday morning when Sarah answered the phone. “I am looking forward to seeing you. I will be ready for you. Two-thirty, our condo.” Confirming to me she had organised her fantasy for that afternoon. A little after two she was naked preparing for her fantasy when I asked what she had organised, she smiled and told me, “You will be the first to know.

“Does my ass look big?,” she asked as I watched her dressing for her fantasy lover, after asking me to clip her sexy, high waisted thong in place, kissing me as I did. I couldn’t help running the tip of my tongue over her nipples after I clipped her cup-less bra in place.

“You know your big ass looks sensational,” I told her while she covered her almost naked body with a short, tight black dress, while admiring her big ass, though envious and excited that a new lover was going to enjoy her body shortly while I watched.

When I opened the door for her mysterious fantasy lover I wasn’t at all surprised when I greeted two women, one in her early forties, our age, and a much younger woman, not much more than a girl. Both of them incredibly attractive to me, and for Sarah obviously, her choice of two women to live out another of her sexual fantasies while I watch.

As the two women settled inside our condo I couldn’t help musing if they were lipstick lesbians, bi-sexual women or sexual trophies for Sarah. Recalling her appetite for lipstick lesbians and trophy, bi-sexual women, and how she likes to tease me and turn me on while watching her with other women.

Sarah didn’t disappoint the women or me while I watched. The older woman took the initiative as Sarah returned her tongue kisses while undressing her. The young girl and me were watching in awe as the older women was giving Sarah cunnilingus, tongue fucking her, expertly fucking her with her tongue. She was good, very good. Sarah confirming how good the was when she started moaning, “I love it, fuck my cunt, so good, fuckamycunt, fuckamycunt.”

That was a cue for the young girl to kiss Sarah, kissing with their tongues while she teased Sarah’s nipples with her fingertips. Then licking and sucking her nipples.

I know Sarah so well, aware she was about to climax, xxx teasing and edging her, edging her like I never had, hovering on the edge, edging with her tongue, lips, a finger, two fingers. “Yes, yes, don’t stop. Fuck me some more.”

Two Sunday mornings later when Roger answered the phone, I heard him say. “I am looking forward to seeing you. I will be ready for you. Two-thirty, our condo.” Confirming to me Roger had organised his fantasy for that afternoon. Just after two he was naked preparing for his fantasy, when I asked what he had organised, he smiled and told me, “You will be the first to know,” before he gave me a bottle of our favourite oil and asked me to smear it all over his naked body.

I was talking to him while I oiled his naked body, with special attention to his gorgeous ass, his chest and nipples and his large cock. I was trying to second guess what he had arranged for his sexual pleasure when I told him, “I think I can guess what you have organised for your sexual fantasy. If I am correct you know it will be very exciting for me.”

He had the phone on speaker when it rang just before two-thirty, a male voice telling him and me, “We are three minutes away.”

That was a cue for me to use my hands to turn his already slightly engorged cock into a raging, rock hard erection, before I expertly fitted his cock ring around his balls before I asked how tight he wanted it as I fastened it around his balls. So tight the vein along his erection was bulging.

It was also a cue for him to tell me, “I showed Quentin your pics. He told me you are a doll. He told me your ass is to die for. He asked me is she going to watch us?” My reaction confirming I wanted to watch Quentin with my man Roger.

Roger could hear me greeting Quentin and his teenage girl at the door, before I led them inside, the three of us looking closely at each other. Despite or perhaps because of Quentin’s reputation I did find him sexually attractive.

Roger’s exhibitionist side loves flaunting his thick, nine-inch erection for a new lover or sexual partner. A new bi-sexual partner is always an extra dimension for him, and an extra turn on for me, especially when my man’s cock is bigger than the new man. I knew Roger had met Quentin on an ‘exploratory’ visit to a gay bar with one of his buddies.

Roger was aware of Quentin’s reputation with men and young girls, just as I was. His buddy told me later there was immediate chemistry between the two men before Roger handed him his business card with a brief hand written message. ‘Thk & 9” 4U soon?’ His hand on Roger’s crotch when he asked, “How soon?”

I learnt later the two men made arrangements on the phone the next day for this Sunday afternoon. Roger had carefully explained to Quentin the fantasies he and me were working through. I was pleased and flattered when I learnt Roger had texted Quentin some pics of my naked body to raise Quentin’s interest further. So pleased with Quentin’s response when Roger told me what Quentin had said, “Your lady is a doll. Her ass is to die for. Is she going to watch us?”

Roger told me he enjoyed teasing Quentin when he asked, “Would you like Sarah to watch us while you are sucking my big cock, giving me a blow job?”

“Yes. I am hard for you and your lady already.”

“So am I for you Quentin.”

When I led Quentin and his teenage girl into the room Roger was waiting in, I took great delight in letting the towel his erection was supporting fall to the floor, his rock hard boner fully exposed for the three of us, all of us enjoying the optics of Roger’s erection poking out of his tiny, crotchless, black male g-string. Quentin’s teenage girl was a wonderful surprise for me as I looked at her admiring my man’s erection.

“Oh wow, your man is impressive Sarah, hung and thick,” Quentin told me as he teased Roger’s erection with a fingertip, before he told me “I was impressed with your pics Sarah. You are a doll. Your ass is to die for.”

“Really, I am flattered,” I told him, enjoying the flattery from a man I knew by reputation with men and young girls.

Just as I had hoped Quentin asked me, “Will you undress me for your man Sarah?” I enjoyed flirting with Quentin while I undressed him while my man Robert watched, teasing his erection with a fingertip for Quentin and me.

I had Quentin naked from the waist down after I slid his tiny, black jock strap to his ankles. The look of lust on Roger’s face was one I had never seen before as Quentin flaunted his erection for him and me, He was huge, even bigger than Roger. The reason for his awesome reputation now apparent. A turn on for me.

“You really are a doll Sarah,” the teenage girl told me as we kissed with our tongues. Undressing each other as we continued kissing, Quentin was teasing Roger’s erection with a fingertip as he watched us two women.

I was naked apart from my heels and a skimpy black thong, my ‘wonderful big ass’ bulging out of it for Quentin. “Your ass is to die for Sarah,” Quentin told me as he ran a hand over it, his other hand teasing Roger’s erection.

While the teenage girl was licking and sucking my nipples, it was far more than my fantasies had imagined. Quentin was sucking Roger’s rock hard cock, one hand teasing his balls with his other hand on my ass cheeks. A new turn on for me, so good.

Our afternoon got even better when I tongue kissed Roger while Quentin was sucking his cock with his hand on my ass. So tactile. Our afternoon became even better when the teenage girl slid my thong over my ankles. Exposing my beautiful, closely shaved pussy for Quentin.

Instant sexual chemistry between me and the girl. One of my constant fantasies, a young bi-sexual girl seducing me while I watch a talented man giving my man a head job. Even more exciting for me if the other man is well hung.

Quentin was really well hung, wonderful eye candy for all of us. And very talented. So pleased at that moment Roger and me are gender fluid, while watching hm soaking up the sexual pleasure of his head job. His hands behind his head to maximise his pleasure. Sexual pleasure far beyond the wonderful fuck with him a few nights ago.

His knees were shaking as he fought to hold back his orgasm. I wanted to be part of it. Licking and sucking his nipples, pinching them and kissing him passionately as he gushed, mouthing profanities as he did.

Two weeks later it was Sarah’s turn to live out another of her fantasies. This time she told me upfront what she had organised for her sexual pleasure. A teenage boy with a huge cock and his girlfriend.

The boy did have a huge cock. So did his girlfriend, a gorgeous, blond, feminine tranny. Sarah made a point of having the boy worship her big ass, licking and kissing it as she stroked his cock with a hand while his girlfriend and me watched. He was huge, far bigger than my nine-inches, I couldn’t keep my eyes off his erection. Asking myself how did my lady Sarah meet him? Knowing she has a thing about talented young boys.

The boy confirming he was extremely talented while I watched him giving Sarah cunnilingus, tongue fucking her to a long, exciting climax, then a second one, talking to him all the time. Urging him to, “Fuck may cunt, fuck my cunt, fuckamycunt, fuckamycunt, fuckamycunt,”

“You are a big boy, a really big boy,” Sarah told him as she commenced sucking his erection. Licking it, teasing it, kissing it before she set about giving the boy a head job he will long remember.

I hadn’t even realised I was naked teasing my erection while I watched before the boy’s girlfriend sat alongside me, placing her hand over mine while I masturbated.

“My boy is huge isn’t he? He is only half your age. Do you like watching your lady sucking his cock. Giving a boy half her age a head job? Yes?”

“Yes I do,” I told her as she stood and let her dress fall to the floor. She was a gorgeous blond tranny with a wonderful feminine body, a gorgeous ass, a slim waist, flat stomach, good hips, firm tits to die for and an amazing big erect, cock.

I was so horny after watching my lady Sarah being tongue fucked by a young boy with a huge cock, then continuing to watch Sarah give the boy an expert head job. I was envious, but aware of our arrangements and understanding in these situations.

Knowing Sarah had set this up for me for my carnal pleasure. A whole new kinky situation and fantasy me and for her. Setting me up so she could watch me give a gorgeous, much younger blond tranny a head job, sucking her beautiful cock while glancing at my lady giving her boy a simultaneous head job. The size of his erection a turn on for all of us. All of us sexually satiated with Sarah’s wonderful fantasies.

Another two weeks later it was my turn for me to organise my new sexual fantasy without telling Sarah what I had organised. Thinking through the options to maximise my sexual pleasure for days, as well as Sarah’s sexual pleasure: a woman, two women, a young girl, two young girls, a man, two men, a boy, two boys. Why not another woman with Sarah watching? A mutual turn on?

My choice was made easy when a woman with an ass even better than Sarah’s crossed our paths. Or did Sarah set it up for me, for us? Sarah knows she has given me an ass fetish. Ever since the first time I saw it full on in the flesh, I still can’t have enough of it, admiring it and worshiping it every chance I get.

A simple fantasy can be so exciting, Nora a new woman fifty- years old, with an exciting voluptuous body, exuding sex appeal, slowly undressing for me with Sarah watching and helping. Sarah kissing her as she removed her dress, sliding the long zipper at the back of it down, then letting it fall to her ankles. Naked apart from her heels and a black, cup-less bra. Nora had a magnificent, big firm ass to die for bulging out of her skimpy black thong. So good. My ass fetish had to worship her awesome ass.

Sarah undressing me to encourage me, absolutely rock hard for Nora and Sarah. Flattered when Sarah told Nora, “I told you he was big and thick.”

it was so exciting, worshiping a new woman’s big ass, kissing and licking it as my lady Sarah watched while I had my hand on her ass, unperturbed another woman had giving me a raging hard on, an absolute boner. The two women tongue kissing at the same time.

Another of my sexual fantasies playing out. My ass fetish. The women kissing with their tongues, a hand on each other’s magnificent, big asses while they watched me masturbate for them. Clenching their ass cheeks for me as I stopped masturbating in order to run a hand over each of their asses, then my hands over their hands, the tactile feel of two magnificent asses at the same time so good.

The afternoon got even better when Sarah gave me a hand job with my hand on Nora’s ass and hers, doubling my tactile pleasure while they kissed with their tongues.

“That will be a hard act to follow baby,” Sarah told me later that night while we were in the bath together. “Though I am sure we will. Any suggestions?”

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It was around three on a Saturday afternoon when Helen, one of my girlfriends called in unexpectedly for an afternoon coffee. Or was it? After some small chat over coffee with Helen and my man James the conversation became risqué.

James took the initiative when he reminded Helen, “I think you know we usually shave each other’s pubes on a Saturday afternoon. And you already know we are both exhibitionists and voyeurs. Would you like to stay and watch Helen?,” he asked before he took my hand and led me to the bathroom.

James had me naked on our bathroom chair, Helen sitting on another chair, after she watched James undressing me for my shave. We always shave each other naked so we can shower afterwards. I enjoyed Helen watching James prep me for my shave, her eyes drinking in my naked body. James opening my legs, still with my heels on, softening my pubes with a hot, wet towel before he sprayed his wonderful, aromic male shaving cream between my legs.

Asking me, “Which look do want this week baby?,” as he fitted a new blade to his male shaver, before he expertly trimmed me with his shaver, the almost bald look, leaving me with just a neat black triangle.

Them my turn to shave James, holding Helen’s gaze as he undressed for her and me. His shirt first, letting his slacks fall to his ankles, turning to show Helen and me his naked ass in his skimpy, sexy white jock strap. Turning again before he undid the clip at the side of his jack strap, letting it fall to his ankles. “Oh wow, far bigger than my man,” Helen muttered, just as I had hoped.

James already had his legs open for me as I softened his pubes with a hot, wet towel before I sprayed his male shaving cream over his pubes. I enjoyed Helen watching me shave my man. My hands and fingers ‘accidently’ touching his cock, far larger now than when I commenced shaving it.

Helen standing while she watched us showering together, each of us using the hand held shower head to wash away any surplus pubic hair. I was so pleased when James reacted to the pulse jet of the shower head on his cock. So was Helen, as James flaunted his erection for her. Turning her and me on as he used his fingers and hands to achieve a full, thick ten-inch erection.

The point of no return for me, I had to have, must have his erection while Helen watched. I had teased her a number of times by telling her how big James was when we had sex, though never sure if she believed me. Telling her about my blow job technique, that afternoon the perfect opportunity to demonstrate my blow job technique for her.

James was standing with his back against the wall, his erection horizontal when I teased Helen and Roger by asking, “Do you mind if Helen watches me give you a head job?”

James didn’t mind as I knelt in front of him, our exhibitionist streaks in full play, while my voyeur girlfriend watched. Helen moving so she could watch us from side on. “Oh wow, so big, so thick, much bigger than my man,” Helen muttered, a verbal buzz for James and me.

“Oh wow, wow, wow, that is so good,” Helen whispered as she watched me giving my man a blow job. “Do you mind if I take some pics to show my man?” At that moment we didn’t mind at all as Helen tool a number of pics on her phone, anticipating looking at them afterwards. Flattered, but wondering why she wanted to take pics for her man. A few days later we learnt why she wanted pics for her man.

I had the phone on speaker when I motioned for James to come closer and listen in to Helen. “I have never told you before Veronica, my msn Josef has a penis fetish. He has a thing about hung men, giving men fellatio, a head job, sucking their erections to orgasm. And I must admit I do enjoy watching, as you learnt last week.

“Josef has asked me to sound out the possibility of having your man James. He told me a man with a huge cock like James has, was very challenging for him, he would be the biggest man he has ever had.”

I felt like telling Helen, yes, as I looked at James for his reaction before he took the phone. “Hi Helen. your proposition is very tempting for me. Can you tempt Veronica and me some more, do you have some pics of Josef you can text us?”

A few minutes later we scrolled through Josef’s pics together. Josef was an attractive, though slightly effeminate looking man in his mid-thirties, younger than us. James and me could understand Helen’s attraction to him as we looked at his toned, six pack gym body. His erection average at best, though his enthusiasm in the pics giving hung, macho men fellatio, a head job and the looks of sexual pleasure on their faces had me and James hooked.

“Does next Saturday night work for you and Josef, Helen?” I asked over the phone.

I am Veronica in my early forties, my man James is in his late thirties. I am a little taller than average, with shoulder length blond hair. James likes to tell me I have attractive facial features, and a wonderful body, legs, ass, hips and tits. We fucked on our first date when I told him, “I thought you would be well hung, and thick, you are huge, I do like a man who shaves his cock so it looks even bigger .Your erection must be close to ten-inches and so thick.”

After a few weeks we quickly discovered we were both sexual voyeurs and exhibitionists, sexual deviates even, when I commenced introducing James to some of my friends. Initially female friends, from early twenties to fifty. I loved showing them how big James was when erect and telling them, “I promised you he was almost ten-inches,” before they had me and I had them while he watched. Even better when he joined in and it became obvious to me James was bisexual with a strong sexual appetite. Then I started introducing him to some of my male friends.

The first time I watched another man giving James a blow job was a tipping point for both of us. The previous week he had watched a man tongue fuck me while I watched his lady partner gave him a blow job. Both of us always eager to make our sex lives even more erotic. “You are a pornographer’s delight, always an event, Veronica,” James takes delight in telling me almost every time we have sex.

The following Friday night we were almost naked standing opposite each other, legs spread, our backs to a wall. Me in heels, black stockings and a garter belt. He in a crotchless black jockstrap with a full on erection. We had walked into the room holding hands dressed in short, matching black, silk dressing gowns, no belts before two young boys, early-twenties, removed them for us.

“I promised both of you he was almost ten-inches,” I told the boys as he posed hands on hips for them. So exciting for both of us, after all our sexual combinations James had never watched me being sexually pleasured by another male while I watched another male blow him. Afterwards he told me, the sensation on his erection was exquisite while he watched another boy tongue fucking me while I watched another boy sucking his cock to orgasm.

Helen phoned on the Friday to confirm our arrangements for the Saturday night. Shortly before, I had promised James I would give him a hand job so he would last longer for his head job from Josef. Why not give him a hand job while I was on the phone? Why not tell Helen I was going to give James a hand job while I was on the phone? And the reason why? Why not get James to tell her over the phone?

“Hi Helen, I am so looking forward to meeting your man. Right now I have I have an absolute boner just thinking about it. Veronica promised she would give me a hand job so I would last longer for my head job from Josef,” James told Helen over the phone.

I never did learn if Josef listened in on that phone call while I gave James a hand job like no other with the phone on speaker. Reminding him why I was milking him as I heard Helen asking for details.

On the Saturday James was in his element as we both prepared for Josef and Helen’s visit, knowing he was the main attraction for a new man while two women watch. Standing naked in front of a wall length mirror while asking me to help him decide what to wear for Josef.

My suggestion while I helped him try on several g-strings, was to wear a sexy male, white g-string under his white jacket, a contrast with his all over tanned body when he made his entrance for Josef. Reminding him not to overlook Helen and me wanted to enjoy and be turned on by James flaunting his almost naked body for her man Josef.

James was out of sight when Helen asked me to undress Josef. His pics failed to do him justice, in the flesh he was confident and attractive, though a slightly effeminate man five or six years younger than James and me. I could understand Helen’s attraction to him as we looked at his toned, six pack gym body. His erection average at best.

James really was the centre of attention when he strutted into the room in his white jacket and white g-string, his naked ass cheeks on show below the jacket. Standing arms akimbo in front of Josef, his nipples and ass gleaming with the oil I had rubbed over them minutes earlier.

“I told you James was impressive baby,” Helen smiled at her man Josef as she removed my man’s jacket. Helen and me watched fascinated as Josef licked and sucked James’ nipples, his cock responding under his g-string, then bulging out of it.

Josef was so self confident, telling James and me, “The best blow job is one you really want to receive. What do you like? What don’t you like? My head jobs are a marathon, not a race, my focus is bringing you to orgasm, but not before you are ready. Be patient, and allow yourself to embrace all the pleasurable experiences I want to give you, without expectations. Do you you really want to receive my blow job?”

Helen holding my hand as we watched her man Josef preparing my man James for his head job. He was obviously very experienced and extremely talented. Flattering James as he compared his erection with his forearm. Teasing his cock with his fingertips. All of us watching it grow. Pushing his cock back against his stomach, licking the underside of it, the full length of it. Licking and sucking his balls. James groaning in pleasure as he swallowed them, one a time.

Flattering James even more when Josef told him, “Size is everything, you must be almost ten-inches for me. your big, thick cock is by far the biggest I have ever had,” while James slid his rubber cock ring along his erection, before he fastened it around his balls. His erection did look impressive,

Helen and me had our fingertips well inside each others thighs while we watched our men. For two voyeur women, was there a better way to spend a Saturday night than this?

James was standing, legs spread, with his back against a wall – standing is always the best way to enjoy sex to the max, he keeps reminding me. Josef placing a hand around James’ shaft, simultaneously moving his hand and mouth up and down his erection. Enhancing the motion, twisting his wrist back and forth as he moved up and down. Using his other hand to gently massage his balls.

Josef was so enthusiastic, telling James, “I wanted to do this to your cock the moment Helen told me how big you were.” Asking James “Do you like how this feels? Or this?” Looking up every so often to make eye contact, indicating he was enjoying herself.

Teasing and edging James. Using his tongue to stimulate the head of his erection even further. Applying soft pressure with his tongue against his erection, moving his mouth up and down James’ rock hard shaft.

Changing the pace, focusing his tongue on the head of his erection and the frenulum, the sensitive band of skin on the underside of the head of his erection. Gripping his lower shaft with his hand, edging him, using the tip of his tongue to lightly lick the top of the head of his erection in a slow circular motion.

Deep throating James, taking as much of his erection into his mouth so it reached his throat. Repeating the process moving his erection back and forth in his mouth.

Josef stimulating his other erogenous zones. Making it a full-body experience for James licking, sucking and chewing his nipples. While his mouth pleasured his erection, massaging his balls, licking his inner thighs, stroking his perineum, scratching his ass.

Constantly teasing and edging James, touching and running his tongue up and down his erection, slowly, as well as kissing and stroking his body.

“The best blow job is one you really want to receive James. Do you really want to receive my blow job? How badly do you want it?,” Josef whispered and teased as he squeezed James balls, softly at first, then progressively harder, licking and sucking the tip of his erection as the two men looked toward Helen and me. Both of us naked now, our hands all over each other, waiting for James to orgasm for Josef before we make love.

“How badly do you want it James? Tell me, on a scale of one to ten?,” Josef repeated, knowing he had James right on the edge, as his body was shaking for him.

“Eleven, I want it bad, really bad,” James moaned as he fought to hold back and heighten his orgasm.

“Do you want me to swallow James? Do you? I need to know?”

“Yes, yes, yes, oh fuck yes, so good, so fucking good,” James moaned.

Oh wow, watching that was awesome for me. Etched in my mind forever!

After the men watched Helen and me making wonderful lesbian love, it gave us time to reflect.

James and me were very impressed the way Josef had gone about showing us how he was such a talented bi-sexual lover. Perhaps looking forward to having swaps wth them one day soon? Surely a man with fellatio skills of the order Josef had shown us, would be good at cunnilingus?

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Holly is a LEZZIE FEMDOM

It was like any other day for Sonia , her daughter Holly had hypnotized her last year & currently she was being fucked in both her holes with giant english cucumbers . Sonia was a short haired brunette divorcee 52 years of age, 5ft 9 who towered over her ginger haired daughter who had just turned 19 . She was petite only 5ft 1. As Sonia moaned & groaned Holly kept screwing her old lady slave . Sonia was wearing a dog collar that said slave on it as Holly continued her vegetable fun. Holly loved dominating older women & her mom wasn’t the only one she used for her pleasure. Last night mom had eaten her cunt , so today she was getting rewarded with a a cucumber screwing , who knows she thought maybe later she’d bring some male friends over & have them gangbang her mommy . As Sonia reached her peak of orgasmic bliss. Holly had her lick both fake penises before she threw them in the trash . She told Sonia to go take a shower , she ‘d be up later to strap on fuck her.

Chapter 2 – the next day

Collared, leashed & wearing 5inch spiked heels lesbian sex slave & mom Sonia , answered the door . 5ft6 raven haired Nina Jones was escorted by her husband Melvin , who was now a shill of a man , who was now just a butler to Nina , who mostly adhered to Holly’s desires. Collared & leashed & wearing hooker boots the mother of two. kissed Sonia on the lips in a lesbian French kiss before they both went to Holly’s suite where they found the 19 yr old slut playing with her pussy & waiting for their submissive tongues . Nina stared by licking Holly’s clit as Sonia licked Holly’s nipples . It was their duty to make their mistress cum .Then both old sluts would be fucked by giant strap on cocks by the perverted teenager. As Holly had a giant orgasm from their delicious tongues 50 year old Nina kept licking nonstop until Holly told her to quit .

Chapter 3- Nina

Nina was an old high school teacher of Holly’s , she always had a crush on her now she was fucking her ass with a 10inch strap on dildo as her mom/slave licked her pussy and asshole. Both the ladies were now strictly her submissives & she loved it . As she fucked Nina doggy style and slapped her , she grabbed Sonia by the hair & shoved her tongue deep in her asshole. For Sonia her daughter ass tasted like ice cream .Both wenches loved pleasing their mistress as NINA orgasmed. Holly needed to pee , grabbing both much older ladies by their leashes , she had them crawl like dogs to the washroom where she proceeded to piss all over their faces & hair. When she was done , she went to take a nap while she told her slaves to get the mop and clean up .

Chapter 4 – As mistress sleeps, ITS COFFEE& CHAT TIME FOR THE SEX SLAVES

Your daughter’s pussy is delicious exclaimed the 50 year old Nina , yeah i know says Sonia , i can never get enough of it , sometimes she has me eat her 3 or 4 tines a day exclaimed Sonia. She really had to piss today exclaimed Nina. Last time she was at my house we both pissed on my husband continued Nina , Melvin is such a cuckold wimp. Last time Holly fisted me & all he did was watch , before i ate her out in the kitchen & she told Melvin to fuck off. That sounds like my daughter said Sonia smiling .Usually in the morning , while I’m on my knees licking her cunt , she has her coffee & breakfast. If she is horny i even lick her ass. If she goes out she usually tells me to go upstairs &play with my pussy for an hour while i watch a kinky lesbian movie she left in the dvd player mostly women in their 20s ( femdoms) with sub women over 50.Next , she says she wants me to get my tits pierced. continued Sonia . Did she ever mention the fact that she’d like to bring male friends over to gangbang you asked Nina . Of course said Sonia , said but i never thought she was serious? Yeah she said maybe or 5-10 guys , & Melvin would bartend the event at my place &as i (Nina) got fucked in all my holes, (Nina’s pussy was wet as she began playing with her cunt as she thought of the scenario that Holly would have her do ).OH WOW! Exclaimed Sonia who loved cock more than pussy , yes my daughter would love to see me stretched & gaped by real cock . She has mentioned the guys would pay me for the evening & i would be nothing but a hooker , a worthless piece of fuck meat,as one cock after another would penetrate by mouth, cunt & ass .Like Nina she was now playing with her pussy as both ladies now French kissed & headed for the bedroom.

69ing mom & Nina were loud , & surprised when their mistress woke up early to find them in a taboo embrace. Cuz they did not have permission , Holly untangled them , & began fisting their assholes . Using the lube from their wet pussies Holly made sure both rear ends gaped before she put first Nina over knee & spanked her & then followed up with (Sonia ) aka mom and did the same thing . Holly looked at them both , they both enjoyed their punishment and she was sure it would advantageous in the future , that her whores would be gangbanged for cash . Holly couldn’t wait & neither could , Sonia or Nina

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A few weeks ago my lady Adrianna and I had two twenty-three year old toy boys. After that mutually satisfying sexual encounter, I promised her, “Next time Adrianna, two women for you, And I want to watch.”

“Is that a promise baby? You know I would like that. Very much.”

“Two women for you was a definite promise baby,” I whispered with her glorious ass checks in my hands a few weeks later while I was fucking her from behind.

“This Friday night I have arranged with Celine for it to happen. I want to watch her and another woman seduce you. And I want you to enjoy lesbian sex with two women while I watch and enjoy – and perhaps masturbate.”

“Tell me about the two women?,” she asked as I increased the tempo of my fucking.

“Celine is a very attractive, super confident, voluptuous size-12, long haired brunette, a lipstick lesbian, early forties – around the same age as us. And she has a twenty-five year old slightly butchy friend for you.”

“Do you really want to watch two women giving me lesbian sexual pleasure?,” Adrianna teased as I was on the brink of a huge orgasm.

“Do you?,” she asked again as I grasped her ass cheeks even harder and slammed into her.

“You know I do, it is huge turn on for me,” I groaned as I had a huge, noisy orgasm.

“Do you really want to watch two women giving me lesbian sexual pleasure?,” Adrianna asked again with a huge smile in the afterglow. “The thought of another woman tongue fucking me with her twenty-year younger friend joining in while you watch has me brimming with anticipation. Are you going to masturbate for me while you watch?”

“I want to masturbate for the three of you, you know your turn on is my turn on,” I told her as she watched me tease my cock to another erection. “I am fantasizing about you and two lesbians, one twenty-years younger than us.”

“Tell me more about your fantasies while you fuck me again, while I fantasise about you masturbating for me and my lesbian lovers.”

Celine has never met Adrianna, though I know her well through my work. It transpires Adrianna and I have had some of her friends. After she first discovered we had mutual contacts she asked me lots of questions.

“Is your lady bisexual? And you? Is it true you have three-ways with both sexes. Is it true you you are hung and thick? Nine-inches?”

I answered in the affirmative to all her questions, very pleased I had piqued her interest and took the initiative.

“A few weeks weeks ago Adrianna and I had a sexual encounter with two twenty-three year old toy boys. After that I promised Adrianna two women for her sexual pleasure. Adrianna loves being licked and teased while I watch,” I confided to Celine.

“Is it true you introduced Adrianna to lesbian sex?”

“She had always been bi-curious, so I set up a lesbian lover for her. She was rapt and has never looked back.”

“Did you watch?”

“Yes, a huge turn on for both of us.”

“I can make your promise happen, I can organise that for you. Myself and Cindi, she is in her mid-twenties and very talented. Does Friday night work for you?,” Celine smiled.

“What should I wear for Celine and Cindi?” Adrianna asked before they arrived as I shaved her pubes to her satisfaction – and mine. “You know I am an exhibitionist, I want to be the centre of attention. Pick something for me that will turn on two lesbian women.”

“This tiny high-waisted black thong, it will highlight your wonderful thighs and magnificent, big ass,” I told her as I helped her on with it. Now killer high heels. Your ass looks magnificent, fucking magnificent. And this black silk shirt of mine with just two buttons fastened. Nothing else, no bra, I want your nipples to react to the silk.”

“They are already,” she smiled. “What are you going to wear for our two female guests? Are you going to flaunt your big thick cock for our guests?”

“Do you want me to?” I teased as she watched me put on a black jock strap and an identical black silk shirt of mine with just two buttons fastened.

Cindi gave me little more than a cursory glance as I opened the door for them, though Celine had far more interest.

“I am Adrianna, you must be Celine and Cindi, I want to pleasure and be pleasured,” Adrianna told them full of confidence as she made her entrance.

Electric atmosphere as soon as Adrianna and Celine set eyes on each other and kissed by way of greeting with their hands all over each other.

“I have heard lots of good things about you and your man Adrianna. You wanted two women. I have organised Cindi for you. Her nickname is Cin.

I never tire of watching my lady flaunt her almost naked body for either sex. She was in her element flaunting it for two new lesbian lovers as she strutted around the room for them, wearing heels and her tiny high-waisted black thong, highlighting the cheeks of her magnificent big ass.

A favourite form of foreplay for Adrianna – and me – is tongue kissing her with no contact other than the tips of our tongues, while another person, male of female is worshiping her ass cheeks, licking and kissing them. Or perhaps the other way round, me licking and kissing her ass cheeks while another person is tongue kissing her.

Cin had her hands on Adrianna’s hips as she licked and kissed her ass cheeks while Celine was tongue kissing her. Then they reversed positions, Celine had her hands on Adrianna’s hips as she licked and kissed her ass cheeks while Cin was tongue kissing her.

I huge turn on for me, watching my lady soaking up sexual pleasure from two women, as each of them licked and sucked one of her nipples.

Then my turn to lick and kiss Adrianna’s magnificent ass cheeks while the two women were licking and sucking her erect nipples.

“Would you like to undress me for Adrianna?,” Celine asked.

“Do you like my naked body?,” she taunted as she strutted around the room.

“Love it.”

“I want to have you while your man watches Adrianna. Naked so I can see if his cock really is thick and nine-inches when erect.”

“My man wants to masturbate his thick, nine-inch erection while he watches you pleasuring my naked body. Are you fine with that Celine?”

“Yes, I hoped he would. For both of us?” she replied as I took great delight in slowly removing my shirt, teasing my nipples with a fingertip, then sliding my jockstrap underneath my balls to flaunt my already thick, nine-inch erection for her as I softly stroked it with oil.

“Wow, you are huge, lucky Adrianna,” Cin smiled as she watched Celine stroke it.

Adrianna was sitting on a high stool watching me approvingly, her heels barely touching the floor, with two obviously aroused women she had never met previously looking on.

Her naked ass looked magnificent, wonderful eye candy for me.

Celine was softly tongue kissing her as she reciprocated.

Cin was licking and sucking her erect nipples, “Adrianna loves being licked and teased while I watch,” I confided to Celine.

Watching Celine lick her way up Adrianna’s thighs, was a very exciting moment for both Adrianna and I as her tongue worked up to her clit. Then a collective gasp from the three women as her lips found Adrianna’s engorged clit.

A few minutes later Adrianna was muttering, “Fuck my cunt, fuck my cunt, fuckamycunt, fuckamycunt,” as she does when aroused. An extra verbal turn on for me as I watched and masturbated.

“So good, I love it, fuckamycunt,” Adrianna moaned as she orgasmed. Then again and again and again at one or two minute intervals.

“Your lady is a sex machine,” Celine told me pleased with herself

“Your man is huge Adrianna, he really is thick and nine-inches when erect,” Celine told her as she stroked my erection with a hand as we moved to our bedroom.”

“I told you Cin was talented Adrianna,” Celine whispered as Adrianna was on her back, her head on three pillows, resting on her elbows, legs spread, one knee up as Cin was licking her cunt lips while Celine was alternating tongue kissing her and licking her nipples.

“She is not just talented, she is incredibly talented,” Adrianna whispered as she orgasmed while glancing at me masturbating with oily fingers.

“Your man is huge Adrianna, he really is thick and nine-inches when erect,” Celine told her as she stroked my erection with a hand as she continued licking and sucking her nipples.

An hour or so later after we had all watched each other shower Adrianna took the initiative. “I love a challenge and right now you are a challenge Cin, twenty-years younger than me, drop dead gorgeous and extremely talented,” she told her as she tongue kissed her before the four of us moved to our sex chairs, in front of a huge, wall length mirror.

“You can watch me tongue fucking you in the mirror Cin.”

“And you can watch me giving Adrianna’s man a blow job at the same time,” Celine told her as I sat in the chair next to Cin, my cock flaccid.

Adrianna knelt between Cin’s legs at the same moment Celine knelt between mine. The sight of Adrianna’s magnificent ass in the mirror and Celine’s ass as Adrianna’s tongue found Cin’s cunt lips had me semi-erect in a flash.

“An older woman is always exciting for me Adrianna, and a learning curve, you are very good. You taught me some new words today. Fuck my cunt, fuck my cunt, fuckamycunt, fuckamycunt. Very exciting while my lover is giving your man a blow job. I have never seen a cock as big as his.”

“That was so good, two way lesbian sex for me, such a buzz for me tongue fucking a girl around twenty years younger than us while her girlfriend gave you a blow job. And we all loved you masturbating your thick, nine-inch erection while you watched Celine pleasuring my naked body. So good when can we do it again? Or perhaps two men next time? Two men or two boys is always a buzz for both of us,” Adrianna asked after our guests had departed.

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Ok so this is set in 12 Grimmauld Place in order of the phoenix. I’m going to take the basic setting around and then twist events to suit the story.
Ron stood in the middle of Harry’s with his mouth open a scarlet prefects badge in his hand. “prefect” harry said incredulously” George and Fred started cracking up with laughter as Ron passed the badge to Harry as if for confirmation that it was real.
at this point Hermione burst in “Did you get it, did you get it” she spotted the badge in Harry’s hand and let out a shriek of delight “i knew it! me too well done Harry”
“no” harry replied quickly “it Ron not me, Ron is prefect” as he said it it was like a punch in the chest, how was it Ron surely he was a better choice, he hated himself for thinking these things, but they were true…weren’t they
“it.. what?”
“Thats right little Ronnie is prefect” Fred said mockingly
“i wow.. well done Ron thats really…”
“unexpected” George supplied joining in his brother’s mocking
“no it.. Ron has done loads….he is really …”
mr Weasley came into the room “ok give me your book lists i’m going into Diagon Alley this afternoon as your going back to school in a few days and i need to get Ron some pajamas his are at least 6 inches too short what colour dear?”
“why not scarlet to mach his shiny new prefect badge” Fred suggested
“his what dear…OH RON PREFECT” it took her a few seconds to fully understand what had been said but practically milliseconds to reach Ron and smother him while Fred and George made reaching noises in the back ground, which stopped when mr Weasley said yes to Ron getting a new broom. as mr Weasley left the twins cracked up again before dissaperating the three remaining could still hear then laughing in their room. Ron still a bit dazed Dashed from the room to catch his mom before she left to tell her which broom to get him. leaving Harry and Hermione alone Harry found that for some reason he didnt want to look at Hermione. “Harry” she asked tennetivly
“well done Hermione” he replied so heartily it didnt sound like him at all
“err thanks could i borrow Hedgwig so i can tell mum and dad about this they will be so happy prefect is something they can understand.”
“yeah sure” he replied in the horrible hearty voice. he bent over and rummaged about in his trunk and waited until he heard the door close and stood up and looked around Hermione had left with Hedwig. he had completely forgotten about prefects being chosen in year 5. but if he had remembered what then would he have been expecting it to come to him did this make him as arrogant as Malfoy did he think he was superior to Ron he spent the day brooding the part for Ron and Hermione made it worse he tried not to show it but he couldn’t understand why it hadn’t been him. later that night he sat brooding in his room when there was a small knock at the door “Harry” Hermione whispered
“what?” he replied before realising that he should have just pretended to be asleep he didnt really wan to talk Hermione right now. too late though as she pushed the door open and slipped inside in her silk night gown.
“Harry why are you still dressed you. you should be getting some sleep”
“so should you”
“well yes but i had a feeling you wouldnt be, whats up”
“nothing” that horrible hearty voice again. Hermione just looked at him skeptically head on one side her hair falling over her mouth. “all right fine, but you wont like it, hell i dont like it i just dont understand why i wasnt made prefect”
“oh Harry, i understand but think about it you get everything Ron is always in your shadow and he puts up with it”
“I know and thats why i feel such ad tit for feeling like this, i guess im just used to getting everything and take it for granted, i just…”
“shhhh” Hermione put her fingers to his lips to quieten him and then leant in and kissed him
“What about that jealous petty speech turned you on?” Harry asked as he broke away
“i dont know, just seeing you so vulnerable i wanted to show you that you still get stuff” with that she pushed him back down softly kissing his lips. she pulled his top off and let her silk nightgown softly brush against him. Harry put his hands on her tighs and rand them up pulling the night gown with them running over her ass and over her smooth hips and up her curved back until he pulled it off completely Hermione sat back and unzipped his trousers and pulled them down along with his boxers. his dick was half stiff and hung slightly to the side as she wrapped her soft hands with her long delicate fingers around his dick and started pumping it gently causing it to jump slightly and stiffen. Harry looked up at Hermione impossibly beautiful straddling his legs naked he stared at her large full breasts, they we soft and round not at all saggy. her skin shown in the moonlight shining through the window, her soft supple curves glistening. he sat up pushing her backwards until she lay on the bed her legs spread open. he looked at her soft shaven pussy. he bent his head down to smell it. his hands running around her thighs before he slide them to her clit. he rubbed them around in circles slightly Hermione was moaning quietly but was getting louder. he sat up and pointed his wand at the door whispering a quick charm before bending back down no one could hear them now. his tongue flashed out flicking her clit while his finger ran up and down her slit before he finally slid two into her moving them in and out gently while flicking her clit with his tongue. he disengaged himself from her pussy, leaving one hand there with one finger inside her and his thumb rubbing her clit but he moved up to her head kissing her and fondling her boobs. they were soft and smooth. Hermione lay beneath him in a state of bliss moaning and groaning. one of her hands slid up the inside Harry’s leg cupping his balls and running along the bottom of his pinis before grabbing the head she started to pump it Harry was very exited by this point, Hermione was the first girl he had eve gone this far with he kissed her deeply his tongue exploring her mouth running over her teeth. his hand ran over her body caressing her boobs and hips. Hermione felt something in deep inside her as if a cauldron had been boiling and had started to boil over a hot sticky fire flowing out of it spreading through her body. her muscles tensed and she bucked slightly under Harry her hand stopped being able to jerk Harry off smoothy her hand moving is fast jerky movements Harry realizing what was happening intensified his assault on her pussy speeding up with three fingers inside her soaking cunt. the realization he was giving one of his best friends one of the hottest girls he had ever met a huge orgasm sent Harry over the edge too and his cock started pulsing shooting it hot sticky load over Hermione’s flat stomach and her ample breast. before he aimed a final few shots at her face. He took his hand out of her pussy which was still quivering from her orgasm. he took his hand to his mouth and tasted Hermione’s sweet juices the scent of her made his cock jerk sending out another small spurt of cum which landed on Hermione’s pussy.
tasting her juices made him almost instantly horny again his cock started to grow and harden again while Hermione watched incredulously “you ready for another one Harry?”
“ohh god yes.” he groaned
“well then.. what are you waiting for?” she lay back and opened her leg wider Harry positioned himself between them placing his cock at her entrance and then thrust in with a grunt. Hermione yelp in pain.
Harry stopped “What is it?”
“I’m sorry i just didnt realize it would hurt so much, its ok its fading now keep going it feel good too”
so Harry continued gently sliding in and out slowly at first Hermione winced slightly with each thrust but eventually she got used to his size and lenght and started moaning in pleasure as he thrust deep inside her. Harry sped up his pace slightly with each thrust until his rhythm suited both his need and Hermione’s sensitivity he was thrusting in and out grinding into her while his hand ran over her perfectly crafted body. Hermione started to thrust back onto him and clench her pussy in time with his rhythm, finaly his lover began to rock and squirm beneath him.
“Ohhh. Ohhhhhh God. Harder Harry. Ohh. Harder please.” Hermione begged as she neared her climax.
Harry sped up only a little, but his thrusts became more forceful and he buried himself into her with a burning need to satisfy her wildest dreams.
Hermione’s orgasm hit like a tidal wave. Tingling bolts of pleasure erupted along every nerve in her body. Her legs clamped together on Harry’s waist and her arms clung to him with strength he never guessed she had. For twenty seconds she rode her climax as her last moan turned into a high pitched note of ecstasy.
Seeing his beautiful partner hit her orgasm as well as the clamping and fluttering of her vagina around his dick made Harry pump once…twice…. as she was a the top of her peak Harry finally thrum with feeling as his cum erupted from his shaft into Hermione’s wet crevice.
it was still pumping in load after load when the door opened and Ron and Ginny walked in Harry looked up shocked still pumping cum into one of his best friends while his other best friend stood shocked by what was happening, Ginny burst into tears and ran out closely followed by Ron who seemed to barely be concealing his rage.
Harry and Hermione dressed quickly “you go after Ron I’ll deal with Ginny” Hermione said.
Harry ran out of the room and up to Ron’s he opened the door quietly “Ron?”
“GO AWAY!, you had to have everything didn’t you you could have the prefect so you took Hermione instead you could face not being first for once, you knew i liked her but did that stop you noooo, Im Harry Potter and i deserve to have everything while Ron just tags along behind”
“Ron it wasnt like that i swear, she came on to me im soo sorry”
“Yeah right, its not just me you should apologize to there’s Ginny as well”
“why does she fancy Hermione too?”
“no you douch bag she likes you, she never shut up about you when your not here”
“Oh” Harry sat down unsure of himself Hermione was far more beautiful than Ginny but Ginny had something some quality that just made her… special he hadnt noticed until now that he had know this all along but hadnt been admitting it to himself. he was sitting at the end of Ron’s bed still unsure of himself when Hermione and Ginny came into the room.
“Ron” Hermione said sa she dashed over to him “im sorry i didnt realize you felt the that way I..I’m sorry i dont know what else to say.”
Harry called Ginny over “why didnt you say something?”
“why would you pick me your Harry Potter you could have anyone you wanted, theres no way you would pick me”
“I’d pick you every time”
“but you and Hermione”
Harry looked over his shoulder at Ron and Hermione gazing into each others eyes then turned back to Ginny “i dont think we will have a problem.” Harry and Ginny closed in and shared a deep passionate kiss when they broke apart Harry held onto Ginny bottom lip with his for a second longer. they turned to see Ron and Hermione entwined on the bed in each others arms.
“Hermione, shall we end what ever it was we had i think we both have realized who we truly wanted” Harry said
“Im not done with you yet Potter” Hermione grinned Ron looked a her horrified until she looked back at him “Dont worry Ron im not choosing him over you, im choosing both of you at the same time.”
“Ginny are you ok with this” Harry asked, it wasnt every day mini orgy presented itself
“it was my idea Harry” she said with a grin
Harry’s dick jumped at that thought. Hermione started to strip standing over Ron who was looking up at her shocked by the sudden turn of events. Harry was similarly transfixed by the sight of Ginny stripping. she unbuttoned her pajama top sliding it off over her shoulders thrusting her chest forward giving Harry a magnificent view of her pert breasts. he shivered with excitements as more of her milky white flesh became exposed. then she turned round pulling down her pajama bottoms exposing her ass to Harry who reached out to caress her impossibly flawless ass. he stripped down in seconds and started to grind his dick into Ginny’s ass crack “eager” she giggled as Harry’s hands ran over her curvy hips. mean while Ron was writhing naked on the bed with Hermione making out while letting there hot naked flesh rub together. Harry and Ginny fell onto the bed next to them. then Ginny and Hermione both knelt up and told the boys to stand up against the wall Harry looked at Ron they seem to have spent time planning this. but they both stood while the girls shuffled up to them Ginny grabbed Harry’s hard shaft and kissed the tip making it jump which made her giggle. she then took the tip in her mouth her lips making a seal at the base of his bell end while her tongue worked in circles around his tip. it was a bit sloppy and she made a few slips, she obviously hadnt done this before but she also seemed to know what she was doing and it worked wonders. she slid down the length of his cock. her lips softly touching every part of his erect member her hands rubbed his balls and her tongue licked every part of his cock it could reach. she start to slide up and down when she pulled away she grazed her teeth over his cock making Harry shudder with joy. he was panting he was so worked up when Ginny broke away looking over at Hermione who was looking back then they swapped over Hermione went straight on to Harry’s cock, Ginny paused for a second doubt crossing her face Ron looked down horrifed “Wait no she’s me..ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh” he stopped and groaned in pleasure as Ginny’s soft young lips slipped over his cock. Harry turned back to Hermione who seemed to be much more practiced at oral, he was intrigued as to how but didnt want to ask just yet. both Harry and Ron were close to coming Ginny motioned to Hermione to swap back and the tounch of her sweet lips sent Harry over the edge he bent over slightly as his muscles spazmed his hands grabbed Ginny’s shoulders holding her close to him as he shot burst after burst of warm sticky cum into Ginny’s mouth it was dribbling out the sides she obviously wasnt comfortable with swallowing it but she looked up at Harry who smiled as he saw her face with cum dripping from her mouth, she couldn’t disappoint him and swallowed licking her lips afterwards smiling that it hadnt been at all bad she proceeded to clean the cum off his dick this time swallowing it with relish. Harry looked over just in time to see Ron unload hard into Hermione’s mouth her eyes widened in shock at the force of it. Ginny watched her brothers balls jerk as he sent wave after wave into Hermione’s mouth. he groaned as he came “ooohhhhh you have no idea how long i have wanted to do this” this made Hermione chuckle causing her to choke a little and allowing a wave of cum to leak out of her mouth and over her chin before she regained control and continued swallowing. Ginny moved in and started to suck the cum of Hermione’s chin she switched fro this to sucking and licking her brothers balls. this stimulation made him unload a few more waves of cum into Hermione’s waiting mouth. Ginny kept swapping between Ron’s balls and Hermione’s lips. Hermione knelt to the side of Ron’s cock wrapping her mouth around it while Ginny knelt the other side her lips mashed with Hermione’s as the sucked around Ron’s dick. Ron stayed hard despite having just cum and moaned as Ginny fondled his balls and Hermione fingered round his ass. Harry was getting hard again watching this and climbed over the bed and lifted up Ginny hips to get good access to her wonderful ass. he knelt behind her and placed his cock in her ass crack the tip nuzzled against the small puckered hole, he tried to enter but his cock wasnt lubed up enough. Hermione saw what was happening and left Ron and Ginny for a minute to tend to Harry’s cock lubing it up with her spit, she fingered herself and brought up her finger dripping with her juices and rubbed the all over his cock, she finished with a quick peck on the tip and went back to Ron’s cock, Harry turned and repositioned himself at the entrance to Ginny’s ass, this time he slid in much more easily she was still very very tight but he pulled at her hips and finally slid all the way in he gyrated a bit in there widening the hole slightly before slipping back until he was almost out of the hole, just his bell end in before he slammed back in Genny made a little squawk. letting go of Ron;s cock with her mouth she sat panting Harry stopped fearing that he may have hurt her. “dont you stop that Potter i have never felt anything like that before, i love it keep fucking my ass” Ginny moaned Harry needed no further encouragement and slid back before ramming himself in up to the hilt. Ginny gasped in pleasure grinding back against him Ron moaned quitely that he was about to cum and Hermione swiveled him round to face Ginny as he started to cum, his cum hitting her int he face repeatedly until she lent forward and took his cock in her mouth swallowing the last of her brothers cum. Harry kept pounding her as she and Hermione started kissing swapping Ron’ cum between them, the sight was unbelievably sexy making Harry grind in deep one last time and kept thrust in there hard and his cock exploded the cum ripping out of in in waves that sent a shudder through him Ginny gasped with the force of the cum shooting inside her ass. Harry collapsed on top of Ginny while Hermione turned back to Ron and pulled him down on top of her, he got the message and inserted his unbelievably still hard dick into Hermione waiting pussy. Ginny turned to Harry cum still dripping from her ass. she took hold of his cock and started to rub it between her breast titty fucking him until he was hard then climbing on top of him and sliding his dick into her pussy riding up and down on his hard shaft they could hear Ron and Hermione grunting in the back ground harry hands went to Ginny’s hips to steady her on his cock, she was going a bit funny gasping and moaning with pleasure as she rode up and down on his cock her breast bouncing up and down in front of harry until she screamed tensing up and doubling over Harry roled her over and continued to plough into her as she was rocked by a massive orgasm she shuddered and writhed under Harry gasping for breath ere eyes glazed over it didnt seem to abate and as Harry kept fucking her she seemed to peek again and again until Harry blew his load in her quivering cunt he pulled out and lay next to her holding her as she slowly calmed down, Ginnys orgasm’s had been so intense they hadnt noticed Hermione and Ron were laying together cum dripping out of Hermione’s wet crack, they lay together in the way all satisfied couples do after simultaneous orgasms.

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Joanne looked helplessly in the mirror at her thick bushed crotch. Never in her wildest dreams had she figured something like this would happen to her. It started about three months ago after she started working out at the health club. Now as she looked back on it she couldn’t believe she had been so stupid! Like a lot of first timers she had literally thrown herself into her workouts. When the desired results were a little slow in coming, well she decided to take a short cut and use some oral steroids. She was still staring at her pussy when a knock on her bedroom door knocked her back to reality. “Who is it?” she asked almost sullenly. “Who do you think it is?” her best friend Amy ask while shoving her way into the room. “Hey, girl,” Amy said quickly, “you’d better get a move on or we’re gonna be late!” “I know, I know,” Joanne replied a little dejectedly, “keep your shirt on.” Amy plopped down on the bed and began paging through a magazine while asking almost absentmindedly, “You’ve been acting kinda strangely for the past few weeks, you got something bothering you?” Joanne pulled a blue sweater over her head and was reaching for her plaid skirt when she burst into tears and replied, “God, Amy, I’ve really done it this time!!!” Amy looked up with a quizzical look on her face and asked softly, “What, what have you done this time?” Amy had known Joanne for most of their eighteen and a half years and was used to her emotional out bursts, but this time her best friend seemed to be really stressed out! “Y-you promise not to laugh or tell anyone?” Joanne sniffled. “Sure, of course I do,” Amy replied quickly. “I mean it, Ames,” Joanne shot back, “I don’t want anyone to know!” “Know what?!?” Amy shot back in exasperation. After taking a deep breath Joanne turned to face her Amy and then without warning spread her legs and thrust out her pussy towards her stunned friend’s face! “See,” Joanne wailed, “what am I gonna do?!?” Amy’s mouth sagged open as she gazed at the huge clit that forced its way through the forest of Joanne’s super hairy pussy! “Good grief,” Amy intoned softly as her voice trailed off, “I-I’ve never seen anything like it………….” “See what I mean?” Joanne asked. “And it’s still growing!”

Amy stared for another long moment at the incredible organ, and after clearing her throat looked up at Joanne and asked, “But how, why?” Joanne plopped down on the bed next to her friend and explained, “You know when I joined the health club last summer and went hog wild working out and running?” “Yeah,” Amy replied, “you wanted to get in shape for basketball.” “Well,” Joanne continued, “I did a pretty stupid thing!” “What?” her friend asked nervously. “What did you do?” After rolling her eyes and shrugging Joanne replied, “Well, I took some steroids to improve my muscle mass!” “You what!?!” Amy asked in total shock. “You mean you injected yourself with drugs?!?” “Nooooooo,” Joanne replied quickly, “I took some powder and mixed it with juice, it seemed safe enough!!!” “But one of the side effects was an enlarged clit?” Amy asked. “Yeah,” Joanne replied sadly, “a super enlarged clit!”

The two of them sat there more a moment without speaking until Amy whispered, C-can I see it again?” “I guess,” Joanne replied, “I don’t see why not.” “Does your mom know?” Amy asked while Joanne stood up. “Are you nuts or something!!!” Joanne replied quickly. “If she ever found out that I’d taken drugs, I don’t even wanna think about it!!!” “I see what you mean,” Amy replied while staring again at Joanne’s super engorged clit. “A-are you turned on, I mean, you know?” “Yeah, I know,” Joanne replied tiredly, “and yes, all the time, I can’t even wear panties cuz they rub against it and give me orgasms all day.” “Y-you’re kidding,” Amy replied as her own pussy drenched it self with cunt juice. “C-can I touch it, please?” she asked. “Okay,” Joanne answered, “but be gentle, it’s super sensitive!” After taking a deep breath to regain her composure Amy gingerly let her finger tip brush over the little glans. Almost immediately Joanne’s legs buckled slightly and a long low groan escaped her throat and she begged, “P-please, suck me!”

Amy moaned softly to herself as she carefully pushed Joanne’s forest of dark brown pubic hair from around the erect organ. “It almost looks like a tiny cock,” she said softly. “You can see the head and everything, it’s just incredible!!!” “Y-you’re telling me something I don’t already know?” Joanne replied through clenched, “now please, do me!” Over the years the two girls had felt each other up, but this was definitely a first for either of them! Amy sniffed in the aroma of Joanne’s super heated pussy, and after taking another deep breath leaned forward and sucked the little “pecker” into her warm mouth. “Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh fuck that’s good!” Joanne moaned while grabbing Amy by the back of the head to keep her firmly in place. “T-thatta girl, suck my huge fucking clit, make mama have a nice hard one!!!” So this is what a pussy tasted like,” Amy said to herself while devouring her friend’s clit. Mmmmmmm, so nice and sweet, just like she had always imagined!” Realizing how late they were running, Amy shoved her tongue into over drive and scraped it roughly over her the super hard clit, inducing what was an incredibly stunning orgasm from Joanne’s over heated cunt!!!

Joanne tumbled back onto the bed panting like a steam locomotive as her blood pressure began to return to normal. She looked thoughtfully at her friend and was about to say so when she realized Amy had shoved down her pink bikini panties and was furiously fingering her fat blonde haired pussy. “Jeeze Louise,” Joanned moaned softly while watching her friend’s fingers disappear into hr beautiful triangle, “I-I’m gonna cun again!” Without even being aware of it she had begun to do her own pussy while staring at Amy’s super drenched cunt! The two seniors thrust their hips forward in a wanton display of teenage sexuality while brutal orgasms built up deep inside of them! Amy’s head rolled back and forth on her shoulders and she stammered, “I-I just love your clitty, j-just look what it did to my cunt!!!” Both girls were now long past the point of no return! Their fingers were literally flying over distended clits and burying themselves deep inside convulsing vaginas! It was Amy who first gasp, “I-I’m cumming, I’m fucking cumminggggggggg!” Joanne’s eyes rolled back into her head as her own climax sent her over the edge to her own earth shattering finale and the two of them shook out of control as their hot pussies took them for a fantastic ride!!!

Amy finally looked over at her now satiated partner and said weakly, “You know were a half hour late, Sister Leah is gonna kill us!” “I know,” Joanne replied with a smile, “but it was worth it, don’t you think?” Amy began pulling up her panties and replied with a wink, “Yeah, hon, I think!!!”

THE END

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As I followed her through the museum I couldn’t help but stare at her. She was absolutely gorgeous. She could easily been a part of the museum and no one would think twice. We entered the ‘racy’ section of the museum. There have been several attempts to close it down, calling it pornography, lucidious and other ridiculous views. I admit I am not a huge fan of art. I mean, I like it and all but I don’t drool over stuff. There are displays that make me think about sex and before I know it, I’m horny. It doesn’t help that I’m always following her through there and staring at her hips sway back and forth as she walks. Her sultry voice filling the hallways, as she tells the tourists a little bit about each piece.

She works at the museum as a restorer, cleaning off sometimes centuries old crud and making the piece as vibrant as it was the day it was made and takes over the tours when the regular chic takes lunch. She loves it. I come over to take her out for lunch probably three times a week and every one of those times I’m forced to do the tour. And every time we pass the naked Venus and others my mind starts thinking about Casey and her body, the way she is in bed, the way she smells, the way her voice makes my body tingle and I end up really excited.

After the tour ended, a small eternity later, she thanked everyone for coming and showed them to the gift shop.
She turned to me and smiled. “You ready for some lunch babe?”

“Yeah, I could eat,” with that said I grinned from ear to ear. She got my point almost immediately.

“Mmmm Susan you really turned on?”

“You know I am Casey, I always am after that tour. How could you not be after seeing scenes of all those people having sex and posing for the artist?”

She giggled lightly and shook her head as she led the way to her small office in the far end of the museum. We’d never done anything about my frustrations while we were in her office before. She would sit down at her desk with me sitting opposite on the small couch and we’d talk about this that and the other. She always steered the conversation away from sex. It made her nervous just thinking about it at work. I don’t know what was different about that day, but as soon as she closed and locked the door she grabbed me and kissed me deeply.

After the shock had worn off I let my tongue dance with hers, tasting each other as our hands explored each other’s bodies. I went straight for the buttons on her blouse and she worked to get my pants off. I pulled the sides of her blouse apart and down her arms revealing her large breasts resting in her white lacey bra. Her blouse fell to the floor and she began tugging down my pants. I stepped out of them not missing a beat as I unzipped the back of her skirt.

As I lifted my hands from the waist of her skirt, for her to pull my shirt over my head, it fell to the floor in a rumpled heap. She stood there in front of me wearing her bra, panties and her thigh high stockings. “Damn she’s hot!” I thought as I brought my hands up to the front clasp of her bra. With a quick flick of my wrist her breasts were free. My mouth had a mind of its own as it found her nipples and began to suck.

As I teased her nipples with my tongue she removed my bra and tossed it on the back of a chair. She grabbed a handful of my red hair and brought me back up to kiss her, sliding her hands back down my body and working her fingers into the waistband of my panties. As our kiss deepened again, I felt my panties glide down my thighs and land at my feet. In no time I had removed her panties and we were both on the couch.

The leather was cold against my skin and made my nipples even harder. Her body on top of mine, our breasts rubbing against each other, our bush meshing together drove me nuts! I wanted her so bad. Sensing this she kissed me again and quickly pivoted her little body. I wrapped my arms around her thighs as she eased herself down from her knees bringing her pussy closer to my face. Her smell consumed me and I felt my mouth begin to salivate in anticipation.

I brought my tongue up to her wetness and quickly penetrated her slit finding her hard clit. Her moan filled the tiny office as I began to roll my tongue over and around her jewel, stroking every so softly, teasing her. I felt her warm tongue through my wet hair into my slit. She began to lap at my pussy like a dog, full length, and slow controlled strokes. I tried to squirm underneath her to press my hips against her face to no avail, her arms pinned me down to the couch as she bared her weight against my thighs.

I slid a finger deep into her tight hole as I wiggled my face from side to side against her pussy. I felt her squeezes tightly, surrounding my middle finger with her warm walls. Between her scent and what she was doing to me I lost myself. I rocked my hips against the couch and her as best I could as I felt my climax begin to stir. My moans were growing louder and more frequent, hers met up with mine as we both started to cum.

I felt her body shudder above me and her juices soon coated my face as I brought her over the top. Just after she started to come down it was my turn. I came hard! My entire body tensed up. I held my breath and squeezed tightly as she worked her tongue the length of my clit, her nose pressing against my opening. My climax swept over my body in waves as she continued to work at my clit. My body pressed upwards against her as my orgasm reached its full intensity. Slowly my body went limp as my climax subsided.

She kissed my clit one last time and climbed down to kneel in front of the couch. I rolled over to my side and kissed her firmly, our juices mixing in our mouths as our tongues entwined.

To this day I think that’s the best lunch I’ve ever had.

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My name is Kathy and I’m a new pledge at Lambda Lambda Lambda sorority. It’s a very old influential sorority that is over a hundred years old. All of the Lambda’s marry very prominent men and are prized for their culture, beauty and sophistication. Joining this sorority means that I can completely change my life. My single mother alone raised me with my grandmother and I worked very hard all through school in order to get us out of poverty. Through hard work and a stroke of luck I got a four-year scholarship to an Ivy League university. This has been the headiest experience of my life. I love this university with its old Victorian gothic architecture.

I am 5’7″ honey blond with green eyes and an hourglass figure. I’m about a 36C but actually I think my bust is still growing because it always feels like it is straining against my bra and about to break out. The Lambda house is an old Frank Lloyd Wright structure on fraternity row. I can’t wait to move in from the dormitory. Marion has been my guide to the sorority during the pledge period. She’s a beautiful sophisticated redhead with shoulder length hair and a fashion model’s body. She told me that during this time we have to do anything the upper class women say.

So if a Lambda sister asks me to type her paper, paint her toenails, or give a massage I have to do it. So far I’ve given about ten massages to the sisters. I think I’ve become very good at it but my arms are getting tired. It’s definitely an interesting way to get to know them. All types of different hair colors and such beautiful bodies. Most of the women in the sorority play on university teams or are dancers or cheerleaders so their bodies are perfect. It’s interesting though. All the women in the sorority have pierced nipples. It must be a fashion thing.

In order to become a sorority member we have to go through an initiation. Marion brought be into the basement for the initiation. We had to take all of our clothes off. Marion put on black stockings, a garter belt, a black corset and black spike heels. She then tied my hands behind my back. She brought me into a large room and all of the sorority sisters were dressed like Marion. Marion put a blindfold around my eyes. “You have to crawl from this side of the room to the other and when you encounter a sorority member do whatever they want until you reach the other side. I got down on the floor. Without my arms to help me I had to slide along the floor like a snake.

Before I moved a foot or two I felt soft hands on me and then felt my pussy lips pulled apart. I was shocked to feel lips darting in and out of my vagina. I was a virgin and nobody had ever touched me like that before so it was a unique feeling sending shockwaves of pleasure up my spine and out my arms and legs. I felt a mouth on my left breast and another on my right breast and then a pair of thighs straddled my face and her pussy hair rubbed against my lips and I knew that I was expected to lick her twat.

I tentatively started exploring the pussy beneath the triangle of soft hair and started licking her syrupy wet lips. Moving my head up and down my nose was nestled in her cunt and suddenly my tongue found this firm spot, like a little pinky finger and as my tongue circled it her thighs quivered and she moaned. “Ohhhhh, Ohhhhh, yes, lick my clit” and she ground her pussy in my face. I didn’t know whose pussy it was. I didn’t know whose mouths were on my tits or in my vagina. Suddenly I felt a couple of fingers fingering my ass and then one started probing inside and then I had one, two maybe three fingers inside me. Then I heard a buzzing but it was hard to concentrate on what I heard with at least five women playing with me.

Then this, what was it, it was vibrating, was it a vibrator? A vibrator was going up my ass? I never felt anything like that and it was strange and exciting. I had lost control to this coven of women controlling my body. The woman on my face clenched her thighs tight around my head and suddenly started shaking violently and my face became wet and sticky. Then I felt the wetness on my face being licked off and another woman’s pussy was on my face. I knew it was another woman because this pussy was shaved. It had a different, sweeter taste and a more succulent smell and as I explored the dimensions of her pussy I found her clit and this clit was more like a hard little bullet than the other clit. I suddenly realized that like snowflakes every clit was unique.

I now felt tongues licking my feet and tongues licking my legs and I no longer knew how many women were upon me and it was just a mass of legs and breasts and vaginas and lips and I was continually unable to tell where one began and another ended and who was who. I felt like I was floating off the floor and suspended in air. Then my legs were spread and I was mounted and I felt what must have been a penis but women don’t have penises. A hard cock was entering my vagina and I felt it pushing against my hymen as I held my breath. It pierced it and I felt my bloody warm wetness drain between and very gently she was fucking my vagina and easing me into my lost virginity.

The women were everywhere and finally I felt warm delicious sweet pleasure exploding like fireworks over and over again and I was coming. I was having my first orgasm and I kept coming over and over again five, six seven, eight times. I came eight times. My arms were untied and my blindfold was taken off. I saw that I was on the other side of the room. All the women were standing up and applauding me. Marian came up wearing a strap on dildo, kissed me, and said “Congratulations, you’re now a sister of Lambda, Lambda, Lambda.” She took an alcohol swab, cleaned both of my nipples, and pierced them with two diamond studs.” So that was the fashion statement. I’m proud to be part of a century old tradition.

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Jessica gets in a BEAST of a situation!!

Author’s Notes: everyone in this story is fictional, and if they are real, I did not know. Do not distribute this to other sites without my permission. This is the second chapter in my series. ENJOY!!!

P.S. I couldnt have done it without one of my best online friends. he doesnt want me to state his name, so i wont. NOW ENJOY!!

Part 1: Getting wet again

It has been 1 week since Jessica had sex with her twin sisters Jaimee and Jennifer. She was home alone today, laying on the couch, watching a porno on TV, where this really hot babe was fucking a dog, “EW, GROSS!!” Jessica said, about to change the channel, but watching it, interested. The dog humped on the woman’s pussy hard, Jessica got wet in a bit. Her own aroma was smellable, and she took a whiff, getting hornier. “Oh god, this is really cool!” she said excited, getting closer to the TV.
Jess had no choice, she had to get naked and touch herself. She stood up, and took off her top, throwing it somewhere, along with her shorts, as again, no underwear. She moved her fingers, down her breasts, pinching her nipples, a jolt going through her. She moved further down, circling her belly button a bit, then down to her awaiting pussy.
She rubbed her pussy lips with her left hand, “Mmmmmm, yes!” she then spread her lips open with her left hand, and fingered herself with 2 fingers with her right hand.
“Oh yeah, yes, come on dog, fuck that bitch!!” she got excited, and added a finger, making 3. After 40 more seconds of watching this porno, she EXPLODED, cum splattering everywhere, and over her hands. She rubbed it all back into her pussy, smiling, also tasting a bit from her fingers.
She then got in the doggy style position, trying to feel how the woman in the movie was, on her knees and hands. It didn’t feel bad, but having a dog on your back too, wow. Little did Jessica no, the family German Sheppard, Shadow, was walking down the stairs as she watched. He smelt her female juices, and instantly got horny, looking for the source.
Shadow found Jessica, the source from this arousal. He walked up from behind her, sniffing her pussy, then licking it. Jessica noticed, and looked behind her, “HEY, SHADOW, GO!!!!” she yelled at him. But he didn’t go. Instead, he hopped up on her back, pushing her down a bit. He humped her, aiming at her pussy, “Shadow, get off, NOW!!!” he payed no attention to her, and soon struck gold. His 10 inch doggy dick rammed into her pussy.
“OH GOD, SHADOW!!!” he pushed his entire dick in her pussy, making her scream. He pumped fast, faster than the movie, faster than any movie she has ever seen. She moaned his name loud, “SHADOW SHADOW SHADOW SHADOW!!!!!!” her pussy clenched tight around his enormous dick, making him whimper some. She laughed while he fucked her. She was sweating, and bobbing forward and backward, feeling tired. Soon, there was a knot in his dick, like there was a big old rock inside. It sort of hurt, “Hey, what’s happening?” but then she remembered that she read about a dog’s knot. And she got scared. He came inside her soon, which set her off. This was the most intense orgasm of her life. She collapsed on the floor, her ass in the air, the dog still inside her, still humping.
After 2 minutes, the front door opened, where Jessica’s twin sisters appeared.
“Oh my god!” shouted Jennifer.
“HOLY SHIT!!” also yelled Jaimee.
Jessica blushed a deep red, “I didn’t expect it, he……..” but she was cut off by Jennifer saying, “We couldn’t wait till you eventually fucked the dog, congrats!!!” the both of them clapped. The blush on Jessica’s face disappeared. “Can you pull him off girls?” asked Jess. “Naw, this is fun!” they all laughed, and soon, he pulled off himself, the knot gone. Jess stood up, back sore, “So, you 2 fucked him also?” they both laughed and responded yes in unison. Then they told their story, here it is.

Part 2: The Twins VS The Dog

Jennifer and Jaimee were both 16. They have had sex together many times. But this time was different. Jaimee was lying naked on the floor, Jennifer in her arms, “God girl,” began Jennifer, “you are a beast!” they both laughed. “Uh oh, speaking of beast, here comes Shadow. This scene has to turn him on” they giggled when they found she was right, and he had an erection. “Jennifer, you keep a look out from outside the hall, I want to fuck Shadow.” Jennifer looked disgusted, and ran out, not wanting to see this. She closed the door, and stood outside.
Moaning was heard from outside the room, and Jennifer was curious. She cracked the door open, and saw Jaimee getting fucked doggy style. Jennifer let out her own moan, thinking it would have been disgusting, and she was right. She closed the door, and 20 minutes later, Jaimee walked out, “Oh god, get in there!!” she pushed Jennifer in the room, and held on from the outside, so Jennifer couldn’t get out.
Jen looked at him; “Uh, Hi!” she looked scared, and walked towards him. Shadow got on his back, erection pointing up, like a flag pole. Jennifer frowned, then layed in front of him, taking his head in her mouth. It wasn’t as bad as she would have thought, and she kept going. Soon, she took all of him in her mouth, bobbing up and down. Jennifer and Jaimee couldn’t remember detail, so there won’t be much. After 5 minutes he came in her mouth, and she ate it all. Getting up, and leaving.

Part 3: The Zoo

After the 2 of them told their story, Jennifer and Jaimee told her that they were bringing Jess to the zoo. They all hopped in Jessica’s car, and drove off. 20 minutes later, they arrived, “But guys, it’s closed.” “Not for us.” replied Jaimee. All 3 of them walked up to the gate, and Jennifer picked the lock. They strolled in. Jennifer and Jaimee led Jess to the tiger’s den. “Guys, what the fuck are you getting me into?” “A lot of trouble!” stated Jaimee. Jessica noticed, that she was still naked. “Oh shit, I never got dressed!!” “Don’t worry, you won’t need them!” Jennifer and Jaimee giggled. The twins stripped each other off, rubbing each other. “Oh Simba!!!” called Jaimee. A tiger came out of the den, and growled. “OH SHIT!!!” yelled Jessica. She ran, but the tiger chased. He jumped on her back, holding her in doggy style position. Jaimee and Jennifer came up and rubbed his dick, which was a little hard, but now was 12 inches. He sniffed Jessica’s juices, and got crazy.
He fucked Jessica’s small pussy with his huge dick. He couldn’t fit it all in at a time, but after 10 minutes, got all of it in her, “SHIT!!!!” she was in pain and pleasure. This was like a stone cucumber, only longer, in her pussy. Jaimee stood in front of Jess, pussy in her face, “Eat me bitch!!” Jess smiled, and fucked her pussy with her tongue. She licked it with long hard strokes. Jennifer got behind Jaimee, and ate out her ass. Jaimee was in heaven, obviously. The feeling of Jen eating her ass out felt like someone was tickling her, she just wanted to pull away, but it felt so good.
Jessica and Jaimee came at the exact same time, and they moaned loud, ear splitting. Then they switched positions, Jennifer eating Jessica’s ass, Jennifer eating Jessica’s pussy, while Jennifer got fucked. They all fell asleep in the zoo, after one more switch in positions, the tiger licking them, as they slept.
Jessica started dreaming, in the same house as last week. She walked down the hall to the right, and looked at the door on the end, labeled ‘Shadow and Animals’. Jessica opened the door. After walking in, she dreamed of Shadow and many other animals fucking her all night long.

End of Chapter 3

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