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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Uh huh,” I managed.

‘

“Can you come out honey?”

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

She waited a minute then said

“Come out now please.”

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

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

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

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

“Um Francine?” I gasped

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

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

“No.”

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

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

Her urgency was overpowering; I nodded and waited.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

.”Well?” she asked unnecessarily.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I was desperate and my voice quavered..

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

And nothing else mattered.

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

.’Know what?” she teased.

“No what?”

“I really do love you.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

.Finally though Francine and I were on our own.

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

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

I went all clingy on her.

“Yes please,” I said timidly.

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

She held me confidently and smiled for me.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah babe?”

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

That puzzled look came over her face.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“So equal but different?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Who’s slut are you?” she asked

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

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

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

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

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

“As if I didn’t,” is all I thought.

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

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

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

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

She didn’t look convinced.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Were you really? Do I snore?”

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

My cell rang it was Mom.

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

“Oh, um yeah-“

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

“Yes Mom, thanks, no I’m fine I-“

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

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

“You what Hon?”

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

Fran looked over at me and smiled.

.”I thought you loved Gerald Hon?”

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

“She?”

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

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

“No; not yet Mom.”

“Oh,OK hon”

“Mom?”

“Yes Hon?”

“Are you happy for me?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She had heard me, I didn’t care.

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

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

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

“OK,” it was very breathy.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Fran walked over to the door and opened it.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

.’Kiss your daughter Lilly,” Fran commanded

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I loved it.”

“When I gave your mother such a spanking?”

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

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

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

“And Lilly?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

‘So do I,” I told her.

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

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

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

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

“Turn”

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

“You like?” I asked.

“I love,” she replied.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Lilly, kiss me please.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She grinned, “I thought you might.”

THE END

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

PART ONE

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“She found it, bet she did.”

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

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

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

There was a pause then Melissa’s voice.

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

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

“Oh my God.”

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

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

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

“Mom,” she heard Amy call.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And then they were on their own.

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

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

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

“I love you.”

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

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

“It’s just us really, isn’t it?”

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

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

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

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

“Do you,” Claire finally managed to ask.

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

“Yeah.”

“Me too.”

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

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

“Yeah; dreadful.”

“I don’t want to lead you astray.”

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

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

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

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

“Did Dad ever use these?”

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

She smiled at her daughter’s puzzled look.

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

She pulled a face and Amy grinned back at her.

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

Amy thought for a while taking it all in.

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

“Silly Bitch.”

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

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

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

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

“Yeah.”

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

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

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

Claire grinned back at her.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah.”

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

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

Amy smiled but Clair had more to say.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Meredith here Carpet Muncher,” she got back

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

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

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

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

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

Part Two

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

‘She uses to stand on- Melissa.”

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

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

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

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

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

“What?”

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

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

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

They all said their good byes and hung up.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Claire looked at her and waited.

“I can sell it.”

“And move in with me in my place?”

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

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

“Have a look at this.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

My Girlfriend’s Rival Ch. 3

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What?” Jennifer half moaned.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I won’t,” I promised.

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Mummy Whore

Chapter one

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I was getting carried away with the feelings from my pussy, and the pent
up need for release as I played with the vibrator, and forgot all about
mothers enema. I was rudely interrupted from my play by her begging me to
let her expel the foul water from her bowels. I pulled the nozzle from her
ass and made her go into the shower to expel the water once again. Once she
was empty I informed her that this would be the first thing she did in a
morning. I made her shower again to get clean from any lingering foulness
before I handed her the razor again and made her shave any stray hairs from
around her anus.

Once she was dry I had mom stand infront of me with her legs well apart
and her hands on top of her head. I took some baby oil and put it on my
hand. As I walked towards mother her face went from a look of misery to one
of lust as she guessed what I was about to do. I rubbed a small amount of
the oil over her pussy. One to stop her getting red and sore and two to
check that she was as smooth as I wanted her to be. Mother gasped at my
touch, I knew that although she was feeling ashamed and humiliated at the
moment, that it was what she had been craving for.

Mothers eyes glinted up at me from my touch and her breathing got
heavier. I took my fingers away and lightly oiled her ass too. I was
satisfied with how mother had shaved and was ready for the next phase. I
told her to crawl after me into her bedroom to get dressed making sure her
eyes were on my sexy boots and the cruel looking chrome heels.

Once in the bedroom mother looked for some clothing, but all I held up was
a leather collar with a piece of chrome on it engraved with the word
bitch. I placed it around mothers throat and padlocked it in place. Her
only other clothing she would be allowed for now, was a pair of high heeled
ankle boots at 5 inches in height I was sure mother had never worn any
heels this high before. And I was looking forward to watching her struggle
to walk in them. These also had a padlock on them and mother was fitted
into them. As I locked the padlock I looked up and saw that mothers pussy
was glistening with her juices.

I told her to join me downstairs and went on ahead, I knew she would take
a while to come down the stairs in those heels. I sent texts to Eleanor and
Sue who I knew were eager to know how things were going. When mother came
into the room I made her open another bottle of Champagne and got her to
bring me one. I did allow her to have a glass knowing what effect it had on
her.

I knew she must be parched by now and would soon drink it. For some reason
champagne always went straight to her head. I allowed her to pour another
glass for herself which she drank half of. I wanted mother to be relaxed
for the next part of my plan.

Shock registered on her face as a knock came on the door. I knew she would
think that the worst was over and that we would be indulging in some sort
of kinky sex by now. But I had other plans for mother yet.

“Well slut go and answer it, do you think the door will answer
itself”?

She looked at me pleadingly “but mistress I am not dressed I can’t go to
the door like this”

I laughed at her discomfort “oh but you will slut or suffer for your
insolence and do make sure you open the door fully slut”

Mother teetered on her heels to the door,and I laughed at the way she
looked struggling to walk properly. She did indeed open the door fully to a
nervous looking Sue. Mother gasped realising it was one of my childhood
friends that she was now exposing herself to. Sue walked in dragging a
finger across mothers pussy as she walked past her. Sue walked up to me and
we kissed a welcoming kiss. Sue kept her hand on my ass as we looked at
mother.

“So Jules how is the whore coming on, have you taught her any tricks
yet”?

“No not yet Sue, but I have a feeling she will be a quick learner”

I Sent Mother to fetch us more drinks as I looked at Sue, she really did
scrub up well. I had lent her my new black lycra dress and it clung to her
body so well. she had a wide pvc belt on which matched the shoes on her
feet. When mother returned with the drinks we made mother kneel infront of
us with her hands behind her head.

Now was the time things were going to get interesting, from behind the
sofa I retrieved a riding crop which I handed to Sue, and for myself a long
dressage whip which I flicked across mothers nipples. I had decided that
although mother had got the job of being my whore she had not had an
interview for the position. For ease of reading I will relate the
conversation thus.

Julie “so mother tell me how long have you been a lesbian”

Mom “I am not a lesbian Julie, please believe me, I just got reading
stories on the internet and just got more and more interested that is all”

Julie ” so you are telling me that you have never been with a girl or a
woman sexually? Think carefully before you answer. We will soon be able to
tell if you are lying”

Mom “no Julie I haven’t its all just been fantasies that have got out of
control. I admit that I am curious but the opportunity has never come up
and I don’t have the courage to go to gay clubs or join dating sites”

Sue “so you thought it would be ok to drag your daughter into your
sicko fantasies and share her pics with other lesbians then”

Mom “I know, thats what makes me feel so ashamed of myself, Julie I am so
sorry I did that can I please just say sorry, and get back to how we were I
have learnt my lesson, honestly and I won’t do it again”

Sue “well I think its gone to far for that hasn’t it Julie (I
nodded) Julie hasn’t shown me all the files yet, but from what I
have seen you have become truly perverted. Thankfully Julie has come up
with a plan”

I got up from the sofa and turned the pc on as it buzzed into life I
turned to mother.
“Well you see this mistress slave thing goes a little bit deeper than you
may think mom”.
I motioned to the computer screen after pressing a few keys. “You see
mother Sue has been kind enough to set up a web site just for you. Well for
me I suppose as it will be me that profits from it. Come over on your knees
and take a look”.

Mother shuffled over and soon saw that the site was advertising her
services as a lesbian whore. She was mortified when she saw the services
that she was offering too.

“You can’t do this Julie I am your mother not a whore this has all
gone to far now, stop it. I will not become a prostitute for your revenge”

“Oh and why not mother, all we are doing is finding you the kind of ladies
you have been looking for all this time. And also letting you be the slave
that you wanted to be”.

All this time I noticed that mother had kept her hands behind her head in
a submissive pose. I also noticed that her pussy was wet again. I got Sue
to stand up and moved behind her, I lifted her dress at the front and
dipped my hand inside her panties. Sue sighed as my fingers glided over her
damp pussy.

“Well mother it is obvious to me that you desire this more than
you are willing to share. Your hands are still behind your head and you are
clearly aroused. Just as well as your first customer is here already. You
didn’t know did you that all those years ago when Sue and I were young
teens that Sue here had a crush on you,Or did you? I think therefore it is
only fair that Sue gets to test drive my new slut. Especially when she has
been so kind to build our website”.

I whispered in Sues ear that I would take a few discrete photos for the
website and then let them get on with it, once I was satisfied mother was
going to behave.

“Ok slut over here and start to taste your first pussy. As mother
approached I pulled Sues panties all the way down and let her step out of
them. Sue held her dress up and opened her legs wide.

“Ok slut lick my sexy shoes for me I want to see if your tongue is fit for
my pussy”. Without any hesitation mother did as Sue commanded. I began to
take some snaps and decided that mother needed to be seen in a more
submissive light. So as she continued to lick Sues shoes I opened one of
the toys I had bought. At the same time I got some lube which I spread
around mothers asshole. She shuddered at the coldness of the lube in her
most intimate area and tried to turn her head around to see “eyes front
bitch”. I spread some on my finger and began to slide it in and out of her
ass.

The toy I had bought was a butt plug with horse hair coming out of the
end, when I saw it I thought mom would look so cute with it sticking out of
her ass. I spread lube on it, and began to push at her rosebud, twisting it
as I pushed. Mother started to move her ass from side to side as I fed it
into her ass. A quick smack on her ass cheeks stopped that behaviour.

Gradually the plug began its journey, despite the muffled moans and
complaints coming from mother. Once I was satisfied I stood back and took
some more pics. Sue spread her pussy lips and ordered mother to lick her
pussy. I watched as mother without any hesistation, moved her mouth over my
childhood friends pussy.

Yes I thought it may have been all fantasy mother but there is no stopping
you when you have the opportunity. I made my move to leave Sue to her fun
with mom. I thought that Sue would enjoy herself more with out me being
there, so I had arranged to go and see Eleanor. Sue related to me later
what happened in my abscence.

Sue took mother up to the main bedroom and had mother undress her fully,
leaving just her stockings and shoes on. Sue wanted to taste the pussy she
had longed for all those years ago and so they got into a 69. As she
tongued mothers pussy she tugged at the butt plug jutting out of mothers
ass, Teasing the ass muscles holding it in place. Sue knew she had my
permission to use mom however she wished, and so she became more
animalistic. She lightly bit and nibbled at moms clit biting harder and
harder as she got carried away and slapped mothers ass as it hovered above
her face.

Sue was enjoying the feeling mother was stimulating in her pussy and asked
mother to add her fingers. Mother did rubbing at Sues clit as she continued
to lick at the open lips of my friend, her fingers sliding into Sues inner
treasure.

Sue was finding it hard to hold back her orgasm and was ready to
explode. She turned mother on to her back and sat astride mothers head,
lowering her soaking pussy down to meet mothers lips. As her passion rose
and rose, she rode mothers face harder and harder. Sues juices smearing
across moms face.

As she rode mothers face she pulled at moms nipples and slapped her
breasts,reddening the skin. With her other hand Sue played with her
clit. Soon she was ready to cum and cum she did, her pent up lesbian
desires finally having chance to be released, apparently she screamed the
house down, and infact Eleanor and I did hear her through the wall from
next door.

The only rule Sue and I had agreed on was that mother should be denied her
own orgasms. And so once Sue had came she put leather cuffs on mothers
ankles and wrists. She then cuffed mothers hands behind her to the ankle
cuffs. Sue lit her self a cigarette and fetched herself a drink. When she
returned she studied mothers bound form, thinking back to how she had
fantasised about her when she was younger, and how now she had easy access
to her target of lust.

When Sue was ready she undid the wrist cuffs from the ankle cuffs and
stood mother up. Around mothers waist Sue fastened a one of the strap on
dildo sets we had bought. Once she was satisfied that it fitted well she
made mother lie on the bed. She secured mothers hands and feet to the
straps we had fitted earlier in the day. Mother now lay face up stretched
out in an X shape with the dildo jutting up from her waist.

Sue took out a pair of nipple clamps and adjusted them on moms nipples,
watching as mom gave away the pain on her face. Sue positioned herself on
mothers mouth and ordered her to lick. As mother tongued my friends pussy,
Sue played with her own breasts and nipples.

Once she felt herself getting nice and wet she leant forward and started
to suck on the dildo close to mothers pussy. The aroma coming from mothers
pussy helped turn Sue on even more. Sue had got the dildo slick with her
saliva and moved so that she was facing mother. She held the head of the
dildo against her own pussy, moving it up and down the crease of her sex.

Sue started to feed the large dildo into her waiting pussy, moving the
rubber cock in and out of herself. Lowering herself up and down, taking
more into herself with each movement. Soon Sue had the whole length of fake
cock in her pussy. Sue began to ride the strap on wielding slut beneath
her. If mother showed any sign of being pleasured by the friction of the
straps between her legs Sue soon stopped it by pulling on the chain holding
the nipple clamps together. Thus Sue was able to get a good fucking from
mother without the slut getting the relief she craved.

Sue couldn’t help herself though, there was something about mothers tits
that made her want to slap them. And slap them she did as she fucked
herself on the slut beneath her. Mothers breasts soon turned a nice shade
of pink then red with the onslaught. She started to complain but Sue
stopped that too by forcing her wet panties into mothers mouth.

Sues orgasm when it came, she described to me to be the very best she had
ever had. And that she must have stayed on top of mom for a good five or
ten minutes after the last throes of her orgasm subsided. Eventually she
calmed enough to take herself off the sweating slut. She took her panties
back out of mothers mouth and gave mother a deep lingering kiss and removed
the clamps from her nipples. Mother gave a shout as the blood came back
into her nipples which was not helped by Sue rubbing them.

Sue put the duvet over mother and went for a shower. She dressed and came
round to Eleanors to tell us all about it. Mother was left in the dark tied
to the bed all alone in her house, not knowing when someone would return
and free her from her bonds.

We all had drinks at Eleanors and chatted none of us believing how well
the events of the day had gone. We shared a toast to our success and
plotted what we were going to do with her next.

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You follow and old friend into the bar, turns out she works in a sex club and you have some wild fun with her before she finds out its really you. (Female POV)

Warning: Name calling, rough sex, bondage, and sex toys.

Enjoy! 😉

After leading me into the room Sebastian went off, offering the drinks to a couple of people who had just ‘finished’.

Ash was in the middle of the room. Bent over the slightly raised platform where the stripper poles were with a guy grinding his dick on her ass cheeks. He was buzz cut and wasn’t fat but not totally fit either.

Her hands were tied behind her back and there was a cloth around her eyes.

I slowly started making my way over. Watching as the man grabbed her hair then pounded his dick in her pussy. As I got closer I could hear her moan.

“Fuck yes.” She bit her lip. “Pound my pussy so hard.”

The man slapped her ass cheeks.

Watching her reminded me of when I used to the be one behind her.

*flashback*

“Fuck y/n!” She screamed as I pounded my strapon into her wet pussy. She had been teasing me all day and deserved to be punished. “Yes! Fuck your bad girl!”

I pulled her hair, ripping her blindfold off making her look into the mirror in front of us. “Watch as mommy fucks your pussy hard for being a bad girl Ash.” I slapped her ass. Showing no mercy as she whimpered, her ass sore from the previous spanking she had received.

*flashback ended*

I was brought back to the present as I reached the two. I came up behind the guy. Kissing his neck and letting my hands exlpore his front while I pressed my tits on his back.

He groaned and I whispered, “Shhh… I don’t want her to know im here.”

He nodded, going along with it. He slapped her ass again. “Your suck a fucking slut Ash.” He growled.

Continuing to kiss the mans neck I whispered, “Do you want her to eat me out blind folded daddy?”

“Yess.” He groaned.

I moved slowly. Letting my hand brush over Ashes back gently.

“Who is that daddy?” Ash asked the man pounding her pussy.

“Someone who wants in on the fun.” I Took my position in front of Ash. The man pushed her head down into my pussy. “Eat her out slut, while I fuck your pussy.”

“Yes daddy.” Ash said, obeying him as her tongue reached out, flicking my clit.

I moaned lightly, keeping eye contact with the man as I rolled my nipples in my hands.

Ash’s tongue flicked my clit. Moaning as I felt this I bit my lip.

“Fuck yes eat me out slut.” I groaned.

Ash hesitated for a second but continue to lick me. Her tongue played circles around my clit. I moaned as she moved her hands up and started fingering my pussy.

“Hmm you taste so good.” She said quickly then licked as much of my pussy as she could. Gathering as much as my juices. She fucked me with two fingers. Curling them and making me moan.

The whole time the man watched this.

“Fuck thats so hot girls.” His pace quickened and Ash exclaimed a loud moaning scream.

“Fuck yes! Right there daddy!”

I watched as the man neared his orgasm. Slightly disgusted at the idea of him Cumming in my girls pussy I moved and said, “I want to taste your cum daddy.”

He gladly pulled his dick out of Ash’s pussy. Inserting three fingers and finger fucking him while I kneeled down and took his 7 inch dick in my mouth. I could taste Ash’s juices on his dick.

Licking the tip I kissed down to the base of his dick. Playing with his balls using my hands I took him fully in my mouth. Letting him deep throat me.

He tangled his hands in my hair and started face fucking me. “I’m fucking cumming.” He groaned. I moaned my approval and he instantly shot his load down my throat. I quickly was able to swallow all of his cum.

He pulled his fingers out of Ash’s pussy then groaned, “That was so fucking hot.” He pulled Ash up then kissed her lips. “I’ll see you next week slut. I got to go now.” He untied the blindfold and she smiled at him. I was behind her.

“See ya Jake. Best of luck with your interview.” Ash casually waved as he turned to leave.

Before Ash could turn around I wrapped my arms around her and purred into her neck.

“I knew you were a slut, but not this much of a slut. Teddybear.”

Thats when she finally recognized me.

“y/n??!!!”

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“What the Hell are you doing here!?” Ash yelled at me as soon as she entered the locker room. She had stormed off and I had followed her.

“I could ask the same thing for you, Ash.” I smirked.

She continued to storm and I followed her. “You’re a fucking cunt! You know why I’m here!” She pulled open a door that said ‘Staff only.’ after scanning a choker that was around her neck that I hadn’t noticed before. I followed.

This room had lockers too, it was basically just a breakroom except there were 4 separate doors at the end. Two of which were open and looked to be private bedrooms.

“Actually I don’t.” I said plainly as she opened one of the lockers she pulled out a black shirt and slipped it over her head. “Shit i’m losing her fast.” I thought to myself.

She stopped moving. Her head behind the locker door so I couldn’t see her reaction. I moved so I could. Nearly melting to see the tears on her face.

“You fucking left me y/n.” Through her tears she glared at me. “You left for that stupid ass whore and left me with nothing.” She slammed the locker door and moved closer. “My father had fucking CANCER and you fucking LEFT me!” She shoved my chest and I fell into the wall. “And you wanna know why I’m fucking here?!” She got up in my face. “Because I don’t got any fucking money to pay for the stupid bills for the fucking stupid doctors that didn’t even fucking save him!” Her whole face was twisted in anger. I felt a pain in my chest. I didn’t know that her father at passed. This was news to me. He was a kind man. “And when he was gone! I had nothing. NOTHING.”

“Ash I…”

She grabbed my chin. “Don’t you fucking say a thing.”

“Ash…” I tried again. Wanting to apologize.

“No!” She shoved her fingers in my mouth. “Just Shut the fuck up, and suck on these fingers y/n.” She scowled. Something had changed in the way she was looking at me. Almost like I was her prey. I had never seen this before. It was scary. “NOW!” She shouted.

Scared out of my wits by her unusual behavior I started sucking her fingers. I suddenly felt her other fingers on my thighs. A jolt of pleasure coursed through my body and straight to my center. I couldn’t help but moan.

“You like that don’t you slut!” She shoved her fingers deeper into my throat making me almost gag. “All you want is to be fuck huh! Thats all I was ever to you. A means to get yourself off.” Her anger was frightening but it still sent tingles to my pussy.

She suddenly kicked my legs apart and shoved four fingers into my pussy. Without letting me adjust she instantly started pounding her hand into my pussy.

I moaned loudly around her fingers. My hands going down to try and stop her from moving. It was too much but it felt so good.

She was too strong. Or I was too weak.

“You’re such a whore y/n.” She pulled her fingers out of my mouth and wrapped them tightly around my neck. Still shoving her fingers in my pussy she pushed me into one of the open rooms. Using her foot to slam the door shut she removed both her hands and threw me on the bed. Her anger making her even stronger than normal.

Before I could move or do anything she climbed on top of me. Both hands on my neck. Not enough to choke me to death but enough for me to feel a decrease in ability to breath. I struggled against her to no avail. But I was also so turned on. I never had been treated so roughly. I had always been the one treating the other rough or hard. Even with my male lovers.

It was hot.

So hot in fact I moaned as she continued to choke me.

“You are such a fucking slut.” She removed one of her hands and slapped my exposed nipple which was already hard. She took it in her fingers and pulled hard. I moaned, arching my back from the pain. My hand going to hers to try and stop her from pulling my sensitive nipple any harder.

She growled and grabbed my hand. Removing the one from my neck I tried to struggle free but she held my arms tight. Next thing I knew I hear a click and cold metal and rubber on my hands. She’d locked my hands into the handcuffs on the bedposts that I hadn’t noticed.

“Fuck Ash. Please! I’m sorry.” I squirmed.

Growling she pushed my hips down. Quickly grabbing my feet she reached over to the bedposts on the end of the bed and quickly attached my feet. Now I couldn’t move any of my limbs and could only barely wiggle.

She stood up on the bed. Giving me a perfect view of her shaved pussy and giving her a perfect view of me tied up.

“Good.” She smacked my cheek lightly then hopped off the bed rummaging through the drawers that sat to the left.

“Ash I’m…”

“Don’t fucking say anything!” She interrupted. She pulled out what looked to be a riding crop whip and something in her hand that I couldn’t see enough to know what it was.

She came over and went straight to my face. I finally saw what it was. A ball gag.

“Ash, no, please?!” I cried desperately. The gag was huge. It probably would barely fit in my mouth if not at all.

“I said SHUT THE FUCK UP!” She brought the whip across my pussy lips and I moaned at the harsh contact. She took advantage of my open mouth. Shoving the ball in my mouth and securing the straps behind my head. “Better.”

I watched as she dragged the whip across my belly. She slapped my belly with it. Making my back arch a bit. I moaned around the ball in my mouth.

“You’re such a fucking slut y/n.” She whipped my nipples making me moan yet again. My pussy was dripping wet already. “I bet you only walked in here because you knew that I was here and you just wanted to fuck me.” She whipped my tits hard again. “You’re such a fucking whore for taking advantage of my blindfold y/n.” She continued to whip the same nipple throughout her talking. “I fucking hate you for what you did to me.” The whip instantly went south. Coming down harder on my pussy than it had on my nipples.

I moaned. Arching my back as far as the restraints would let me.

“You like that you fucking little, cock-sucking, pussy-eating whore slut of a cheater?” She smacked my pussy harder then letting the wide tip flick my clit. Almost overstimulating my wanting pussy.

She stopped whipping me and turned towards the drawers.

She rummaged then pulled out a massive dildo vibrator. It had to be the largest I had ever seen. It had to be at least 9 inches long and 4 inches wide.

She came over placing the tip on my wet pussy just above my clit. “Now I know for a fact that before you left me you had never had a dick this big before.” She moved it around on my clit. Making me moan through the red ball gag. “Now unless you’ve been with anyone else, that still remains true. Have you?”

I shook my head no.

She reached up and smacked my right breast. “Good. That means I can fucking tear this pussy apart as much as I want.” She started pushing the dick in my pussy.

I screamed through the gag. Pulling at my restraints trying to close my legs. It was so fucking big. Bigger than I ever had before. It felt like it was ripping my pussy apart.

I shook my head no furiously. Wishing for the pain to start.

Ash just continued. Shoving the dildo even deeper into me until it was fully sheathed.

“Good Girl.” She stroked my clit. Only giving me 20 seconds to adjust she started thrusting the dildo in and out of me. At first it hurt like hell.

But then the pleasure started.

“Ohh Fuuuu” I swore through the gag. The pleasure almost overwhelming as she continued to move it faster.

Then it started vibrating.

I couldn’t even moan. I was on cloud 9. The dildo hit my g-spot perfectly so when the vibrations started I lost all concept of the world.

Hell I couldn’t even remember my name.

“Thats a good little slut.” Ash pet my tits as I squirmed and made silent moans. “Hmm yes.”

I opened my eyes to see Ash playing with her pussy as she pushed the dildo in and out of my pussy.

I couldn’t keep my eyes off her hands.

She fucked me for only a few minutes before I felt my orgasm coming close.

But Ash knew.

Just as I was about to go over the edge. The dildo was gone.

“Not yet y/n. You need to please mistress first.”

I nodded yes. My body was shiny from sweat and my wrists hurt from being tied up and pulling on them.

She moved her hands to my face. Sitting on my stomach. Her wet pussy lips on my skin.

“You going to be a good girl and listen to me? You’re not allowed to speak unless I say you can. And you are to call me mistress from now on.”

I nodded yes.

She reached behind my head. Taking the ball gag off. I flexed my chin. It was tense but fine. She then uncuffed me. She was still sitting on me but I didn’t dare touch her.

“Now, slut, I want you to eat me out.” Ash moved so her pussy was above my lips.

“Yes mistress.” I responded.

I felt the whip on my pussy.

“Did I say you could speak Bitch!?”

“No…” I whimpered as another hard slash came to my pussy.

“Shut the fuck up slut and eat your mistress out.”

I gladly did so. Lifting my head up to meet her pussy lips I licked the delicious wetness.

I first teased her a little. Refusing to let my tongue touch her clit or her entrance.

When I felt a hard whip across my stomach I knew it was time to stop teasing so I quickly took her clit in my lips. Sucking on it I drew a moan from her lips.

“Fuck” I thought to myself, “She’s so hot this way” I continued to eat her out. Swirling my tongue in her wet folds then dipping it in her entrance. Easily tongue fucking her with my long tongue I always prided myself in having.

“Yes just like that slut.” She moaned and gently whipped my pussy lips. Almost like she was whipping a horse to get it to move. “Fucking eat your mistresses pussy.”

I moved my hands so I could use them. Instantly inserting two fingers in her tight pussy. Eliciting a moan from my mistress. I curled my long fingers, desperately searching for my mistresses g-spot.

“FUCK yes right there you little whore!” Was what she said and I knew I had found it.

I quicken my thrusting pace. Purposely hitting her g-spot.

It wasn’t long before…

“Fuck! I’m cumming!”

Last minute decision I pulled my fingers out. Circling her clit and building her pressure fast. I opened my mouth.

My decision came with its rewards as my mistress squirted all over my face. I moaned licking my lips as I tasted her cum.

“Fuck. For that slut I’m going to fuck you so hard.” Ash said after she had come down from her high and finished squirting.

She quickly climbed off me and fished a large 10 inch strapon out of the desk. Pulling it out she put it on. “Get on all fours slut.”

I did. Whimpering as I saw she brought out a flogger whip.

Without saying anything she came over and started whipping my ass.

As much as it hurt it just added to the wetness that was already dripping from my pussy.

Finally to my satisfaction she lined the huge strapon with my pussy lips and thrusted into me.

I moaned loudly as she instantly started pumping her hips fast. Not bothering to let me adjust.

“You like that slut?” She grabbed my hair. “You like being fucked by your angry mistress?” She pulled my hair so I was looking at her. “Answer me whore!”

“Yes! Yes Mistress! I love it!” I cried out.

“Good. Now fucking talk to me slut. Tell me how much you need me to fuck you.”

“Please mistress. I need you to fuck me so hard. I’m so fucking wet for you. I wanna cum on your dick miss. Please fuck me so hard mistress!” I yelled out as she quickened her pace.

“Good little slut.” She continued to whip me while fucking me. Just adding to my layers of pleasure.

“Fuck Miss I’m going to cum!”

Ash pulled out. Quickly turning me around so my back was to her she roughly played with my clit as I reached my orgasm.

“Squirt for me baby. Fucking squirt. Let me see all that cum”

Her words pushed me over the edge and I squirted so hard. Screaming as my climax came.

She continued playing with my clit till I had finished squirting.

Then both of us collapsed on the bed. Too exhausted from our orgasms to do anything.

I moved so my head was resting on her breasts. Taking in her smell.

I had missed it.

Ash stroked my hair.

I looked up after we both caught our breaths.

“Ash I’m sorry.”

Ash’s deep blue eyes looked into mine passionately. “I know.”

We fell asleep in each others arms there in the room. Not caring if anyone walked in on us in each others arms.

And internally I told myself I would never leave her again. Ever.

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Thanks for reading guys! I always feel like no one puts the cuddle time after a fun bdsm session in their stories so I tried my best. I hope you enjoyed it!

Comment and vote!

-Kyra

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Thanks for your patience guys!

This one is kinda short but hope you like it!

-Kyra

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Margie had thoroughly out wrestled and dominated Shannon in their first

meeting. The older wrestler had returned to her corner, where she

waited, arms draped over the ropes, relaxing her full body for the next

fall. Shannon was lying flat on the mat in her corner, her new partner

Marlin toweling and massaging strength back into her abused young body.

Whispering encouraging words into her ear, as well as some wrestling

advice, she gradually brought back the sobbing sultry young wrestler

back to normal. ..she had really taken a beating at Margie’s hands and

was somewhat demoralized.

The next bout would bring Marlin and Shannon, against Margie and

Kimberly, or Kim. Marlin and Shannon could almost be twins were it not

for their age difference. Marlin was pushing her late thirties. Both

had beautiful sultry faces, semi premed brunette hair, full, ripe,

voluptuous bodies, and an overall sensual aura that turned men and women

on when they were present. Marlin was an experienced wrestler who

specialized in technical submission holds of all types. She had reduced

many opponents to a screaming, crying submission as she applied her

holds. She realized Shannon had very strong legs and encouraged her to

take the initiative in the next fall and put her scissors to work.

We know Margie well by now but her new partner Kimberly needs an

introduction. Young, 19, tall, 5’7″, fairly heavy 138#, stunning blonde.

Muscular legs with some fat, broad spreading ass, round tummy, full

large tits, hair done up and full makeup, she could be in the movies.

She wore a pink string bikini which barely covered her lush curves.

Her large tits standing up and out and her broad ass stretching the

thin fabric of the bikini bottom. Her pubic hair and vaginal lips were

clearly outlined by t he tight fabric. Standing next to Margie the two

were an awesome pair; both were larger than their brunette rivals, and

Margie by far the meaner, but Kimberly was new and was not that familiar

with the holds. Her scissors was good but she had a hard time applying

it as she didn’t know how to position her opponents yet.

Shannon had recovered and was standing, glaring at Margie. Sandy

explained the rules to the newcomers and then rang the bell to start the

match. The first two to wrestle would be Marlin vs. Kimberly.

Both women approached the ring center and began to circle. Kimberly’s

broad ass jiggling as she bounced. Suddenly they came together and

locked up, Marlin applied an arm lock then used it to flip Kim.

Wham! Thud! The big young blonde hit the mat, sitting up as she was met

by Marlin who immediately applied an arm lock then used it to flip Kim.

Thud! The entire body of the blonde shook with the impact, momentarily

stunned she sat up only to be placed in the arm lock again, stood up and

flipped again. This went on for several times until she was stunned and

weakened so she couldn’t stand up. Marlin ran to her corner and

tagged Shannon who immediately ran in and applying an arm lock to the

same hurting arm of the blonde, stood her up and with a yell flipped her

again.

Wham! Thud! Again Kimberly saw stars as she hit the canvas, by now her

entire body hurt from the impact of the flips. Shannon was on her in

an instant. She applied an arm lock to the same arm only this time she

didn’t flip her opponent, she applied pressure to the bent and hurting

arm. Kimberly screamed out with the pain which encouraged Shannon to

increase the pressure. The stunning young blonde was sitting on her

big spread ass with Shannon kneeling next to her applying pressure to

the bent arm t hat was twisted and bent back and up over her shoulder.

Shannon smiled then broke into a giggle as Kim pleaded for mercy.

Shannon continued to throttle the arm, intending to damage it so that

Kimberly would only be able to use her other arm, and that the sultry

young brunette did. Kimberly began crying real tears of pain as Shannon

looked at Marlin and smiled, her full lips parted in exertion.

Shannon next stood Kimberly up, throttled the twisted arm. then pulling

her backwards, slammed her to the mat, keeping the torturous hold

applied.

“Want to try my legs sweetie or do you want me to keep hurting your

arm”, giggled Shannon to her suffering opponent.

“Ohhh OOoohhh mmyyy arrmmm pleassse Shannon, sstoppp. yourrr hurting

meee sooo, ooowwww oowwwww pleeeeease Shannon,” wailed the suffering

young blonde.

“Oh honey it only hurts when I do this”, Shannon laughed as she brought

the captured arm up and back even further. The sultry young brunette sat

next to her captive and wrapped her strong legs around the plump, tender

young stomach of the beautiful blond e teenager. She locked her ankles

and positioned her thighs and calves so that they would cause maximum

pressure on the tender young stomach they encircled. With a sudden jerk

and squeeze, she snapped her scissors in place.

“OOOOOfffffff aaaaarrruuuugghhhh eeeeooowwwwww aaaarryruugghhhh”, gasped

and moaned Kimberly as Shannon tightened her legs. oohhhhh Shannon,

arrruughhhh, yourrr legggss are like steeeel, arruughhh, ooohh

pleeeeasee stooohhhhhpppp, arrruughhh,” wailed Kimberly as her sultry

tormentor pythoned her legs.

Shannon was loving it, she was getting even for the humiliation she

suffered at the hands of Margie and Kimberly was paying for her last

bout!

It didn’t take long for Kimberly to begin to get light headed as the

pain in her twisted arm and the breath being squeezed out of her by

Shannon’s legs all took their toll, Shannon sensed this and when

Kimberly stopped wailing and her head slumped forward she released

the captured arm, unlocked her legs and quickly rolled Kimberly over

onto her belly. She bent the same tortured arm back and up into a

severe hammer lock which brought a shriek from her opponent. She then

released the arm, went quickly to her head, rolled the limp blonde’s

full body onto her belly, she also rolled onto her plump stomach, opened

her legs, scooted down until the blonde’s head was up against her

crotch, then reached back and lifted her groggy head so that it was just

above her legs. With the blonde beauties head now between her thighs,

she locked her ankles and snapped her legs shut, perfectly setting her

reverse head scissors. Kimberly was hers and she intended to show these

women what she could do.

Kimberly felt as if a velvet vice had constricted around her head. Her

face was against Shannon’s hard buttocks and the youngster’s meaty

thighs were crushing her head. She slapped the mat with her hands and

beat her feet in agony as Shannon pythoned her legs, increasing

pressure, then easing, squeezing, then ease, and so it went. With her

face firmly held up against the tight buttocks, Her nose became slightly

wedged in Shannon’s pungent ass crack. Kimberly thought she could smell

something and right she was as Shannon didn’t clean herself after

Margie’s fingering of her young ass hole. Soon Kim would be introduced

to Shannon’s nasty crotch smother! Shannon felt she had to show the

other women she could wrestle, especially the cruel Margie, so she

continued her torture of Kimberly with her constricting legs. The

purple string thong disappeared up her ass crack and Kimberly was

getting a whiff of her musky female odor as her nose was forced into the

tight ass crack of the sultry brunette. Shannon raised up on her elbows

adding maximum pressure to the trapped blonde head. Smiling at Marlin

she laughed as she jerked her legs up and down brining moans and gasps

from Kimberly. The blonde beauty had never felt such pressure on her

head and Shannon was going to show no mercy as she applied

continual pressure with her locked legs. Up and down Shannon went,

almost doing push-ups as she pythoned her locked legs around the

groaning blonde. Giving everyone her million dollar smile, she let out

a whoop of triumph as she dominated her suffering opponent.

Marlin taunted, “Honey, don’t put her out, use her to show us how well

you can wrestle, ease up on her”…

“Yea, good idea Marlin, I am really loving this, Kimberly sweetheart.

want to wrestle me?” Shannon teased.

“Aaaaahhhhh aaaarruuggghhhh ooohhhh oooohhhhhh”, gasped Kimberly as

Shannon gave her thirty seconds of maximum leg pressure. She was very

dizzy and her head rang from the constant pressure. She was definitely

weakened by Shannon’s legs to the point the sultry young brunette could

do with her what she pleased.

Shannon uncrossed her ankles and slowly released the pressure of her

legs allowing blood once more to flow into Kimberly’s head. The young

blonde wrestler was so weak and dizzy her head fell to the mat when

Shannon let her go. Unaware she had not submited and Sandy had not

called the fall, she lay there trying to recover. Her broad buttocks

spread and her large tits smashed to the canvas.

Shannon stood up and for some reason, pulled the thong out of her ass

crack, and turning to look into Margie’s eyes, stripped off the lower

part of her wrestling suit…she was now nude from the waist down. her

lush brown bush protruded from her crotch and her full vaginal lips

were barley visible as they peeked out of her pubic hair between her

legs. All the women noticed how they glistened with slick secretion,

Shannon was excited!

She walked around Kimberly who was beginning to get to her knees and

dropped on top of her. Still on her belly, Kimberly collapsed flat to

the mat as Shannon forced her legs apart and applied a grapevine from

behind the girl.

“EEEEoooooooowwwwww my legs, eeeoowwww, stop, your splitting me in half

Shannon, eeoooww,” she wailed as Shannon forced her legs apart.

:

“Uhhnnn hheee hheee hheee uunhhh”, snorted and giggled the sultry

brunette wrestler as she applied pressure. Once again she was using her

strong young plump legs to dominate her opponent.

“Like what I’m doing to your partner Margie”. she taunted.

“Have fun sweat pea, I love your choice of holds, I don’t know her and

don’t care what you do to her, just remember, you and I get to wrestle

again,” replied Margie, fascinated by the wrestling she was seeing.

As Shannon spread her legs, all could look up into her pink gash and see

the mush oozing from it…they all knew the sexual excitement that was

burning in the young brunette’s loins….she was unbelievably sexy as

she smiled and giggled as she wrestled th e suffering blonde. Kimberly’s

legs were spread and bent up backwards in the reverse grapevine, a very

uncomfortable combination. Shannon loved to hear her squeal in pain so

she rhythmically applied pressure to the spread then eased, almost

setting up a rocking motion as she worked the painful leg hold on the

young blonde. Looking from the feet of both women, Shannon was bare and

spread for all to enjoy and Kimberly was spread with her pink thong

wedged tightly against her vagina and ass crack. Shannon was so sexy

and the fact she was willing to bare her most private parts for the

women to see let them know she was definitely getting turned on as she

worked over her voluptuous blonde opponent, Kimberly was now moaning and

pleading for release as Shannon went up on her hands further enabling

her to add more sideways pressure to her spread legs. Several throttles

had her blonde victim slapping the mat and screaming she was being split

in half by the strong legs of Shannon. So far she had been devastated by

those legs…first a series of scissors holds and now this, a crippling

grapevine, finally Kimberly couldn’t take any more and broke down

crying. Shannon wasn’t through with her, so after another few minutes of

steady leg spreading pressure, she untangled her legs and rolled off the

sobbing blonde.

Kneeling next to the prostrate body she quickly slapped on a hammer

lock, bending the twisted arm up between the shoulder blades of the hurt

blonde. She wanted Kimberly to recover enough to wrestle. Looking at

Marlin she laughed, thoroughly enjoying do minating her sexy blonde

rival.

“Get her champ”, cheered Marlin, “take your time with her and give her

a wrestling lesson she’ll never forget, let’s see what holds you know

honey.”

Kimberly Was beginning to recover a little and sensing this Shannon

allowed her to clumsily get to her knees. She quickly scooted behind

her to keep the hammer lock in place, but it was merely a restraining

hold to keep Kimberly from tagging out while s he recovered. Shannon’s

white spread ass was beautiful as she kneeled behind Kimberly.

Kimberly’s full body was spectacular as she knelt in front of her

brunette tormentor. Her full large tits stuck out and her broad ass

spread even more as her legs compressed the full flesh. No doubt she

was beautiful, but not a wrestler yet.

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Charity’s secret tryst turns into an open-door orgy

“Ohhh fuuuuuck!” Charity groaned as she held me close. She was like a koala, clinging to me for dear life, her cheek pressed against mine so that I could hear every pant… every groan… every gasp in clear, high-definition quality.

My steel-hard rod slid in and out of her with relative ease despite how tight she was, thanks to how utterly sloppy she was between her legs. Unsurprising, considering she’d been watching porn and playing with herself before I’d entered the room—it was quite possibly the wettest I’d ever felt from a woman. Erin always seemed soaking wet every time I came in contact with her pussy, but this was on a whole other level.

Charity was far from a passive participant—her hands were tight around my neck, giving her the leverage to do half the work of moving up and down my shaft, aided by my hands on her firm ass. That meant I didn’t have to move my hips much, which was helpful for the mystery girl between my legs. My balls rested on her palm, her fingers gently curling around them as her fingernails lightly teased my sensitive skin between the base of my cock and my ass. Tender lips delivered gentle kisses, worshiping them as I focused most of my attention on Charity.

“Hey,” I panted against Charity’s cheek. “Who is that?”

“I don’t know,” she huffed, adjusting her grip to keep a firm grasp on me. “Unghff… she must have been in here before…”

“You didn’t know?” I asked. Rose had said she was giving Charity a little alone time with me—that was far from what this was. “You okay with this?”

“Yesss…” she hissed, nuzzling into the side of my neck. “I just wanted a few minutes of attention for myself. She’s minding her own business and staying out of my way. Besides, it’s hot.”

That was undeniable. I had a pretty good idea of who it was, but being surprised like this and not being one hundred percent sure of the identity was intoxicating.

I felt the lips around my balls curl into a smile before whoever was down there pulled away. A moment later, a warm, wet tongue stroked between them, lathing the left, then the right, before gently slipping the right between her mouth. An amused little hum escaped her throat, but it wasn’t enough to identify who it was.

Not that it mattered right now. What did matter was that it had been a few hours since Erin had drained me, Rose could kiss the life back into a corpse, and my little Head of PR, whom I had not yet fucked, was as hot as the sun. All of that combined meant that I didn’t think I would last long. Fortunately, I’d managed to develop a lot of staying power in the last couple of months. That first load always came quickly, but I could still keep going a few more rounds after.

Now that I knew Charity wasn’t miffed that another girl was sharing our moment, what had me worried was that I doubted Rose was the only girl out there. I’d handled as many as six girls at a time, but that had nearly killed me—sex was a lot of physical work, and while I was becoming stronger and more fit, I was hardly a god.

“I’m gonna cum,” I said.

Charity let out a little squeak as I dropped her back down on my cock. “Fuck… already!?”

“What can I say?” I said, not offended by her incredulity at the fact that I was already there. “You’re just too damn sexy.”

“I’m flattered,” she panted. I felt her lips brush my forehead, my cheeks… always unable to make contact for more than a few moments thanks to all the bouncing she was doing. “I hope you can keep going after.”

“Oh, don’t worry about that,” I said, feeling my balls tighten inside mystery girl’s mouth, feeling on the verge of exploding. My voice became strained, and it became harder to keep a grip on the girl in my arms. “I’m gonna make you—oh fuck!”

My fingers dug into her firm ass as I felt my testicles contract, followed by my shaft as it launched the first spurt of my jism deep in Charity’s pussy. A second stream jettisoned deep inside the young woman, then a third… all without me stopping from sending her bouncing up and down my dick.

She must have been close, because after the third load, she threw her arms around my shoulders and collapsed on top of me, burying her face partially in the side of my temple as she bottomed out on my cock and let out a long guttural groan. The lips on my scrotum slithered upward, and I felt a tongue lap at the base of my cock where Charity and I were joined, presumedly licking up our combined fluids.

The little woman in my arms shuddered as she bucked against me—prolonged grunts and moans next to my ear that hit just that pitch that was almost painful. I rode it out. The fact that I could provide such a beautiful woman with a long, drawn-out orgasm like this was worth a little momentary discomfort.

Moments passed as the rest of my ejaculate poured out of my cock and mingled with Charity’s juices—whatever seeped from our joining was quietly lapped up by whoever was under us. I just held Charity and waited for her to recover. Her legs stayed wrapped around me, an occasional hum coming from the girl drinking our juices.

“God,” she finally whispered, pulling back so that she could rest her forehead on mine. “It’s been a while.”

I nuzzled my forehead against hers. “Sorry it took so long to make it happen.”

She chuckled. “I was so close to going out and just finding some random guy at a bar.”

“What made you wait?”

“Erin and Helen,” Charity said. “They told me it was worth the wait.”

“Hope I lived up to your expectations,” I said.

“Oh… it was definitely worth it. I’ll be ready to go again soon.”

“Ready whenever you are,” I said.

“Yum,” Charity said.

“My concern isn’t fucking you,” I said, leaning down to lay kisses across her chest and noticed that the girl underneath ceased all contact. “It’s that I’m pretty sure you guys have something brewing out there, and I’m a little concerned about lasting that long.”

“Well,” Charity said, a note of apprehension creeping into her voice. “You may not have to worry too much about that.”

My kisses slowed to a halt, eyes instinctively moving up to where I believed hers to be, even though I couldn’t see a damn thing. “What do you mean?”

“I may have spiked your last drink with crushed Viagra.”

I recalled her bringing it to me about an hour ago—something alcohol free since I was hoping to keep most of a clear mind.

“Erin said you wouldn’t mind,” Charity quickly followed, her hands on my shoulders tightening along with her tone. Even in the dark, I could tell she was afraid she’d done something I wouldn’t have approved of.

I stared up at her—or where I thought her face was—and let a few moments pass in silence, feeling the tension grow with each heartbeat. Then I grabbed her by one of her twin tails and pulled her head toward mine until our foreheads touched again. If we’d had light, I would have been looking directly into her eyes.

“Girl,” I husked, “I’m going to fuck you until you pass out for this.”

I pressed up on her ass, pulling some of my still-hard cock out of her pussy, and then slid it back in slowly. She gasped.

“You don’t know what you’ve done.”

Jesus Christ… she really didn’t. On any regular day, I was already a rabid horndog. If she really did spoke my drink with Viagra, there was no way in hell she was going to survive what I did to her.

“Oh…” She breathed. Then she squealed and I got the sense that our mystery guest was behind her. I heard a quiet kissing noise as if someone was licking and sucking softly on skin. I could make out just enough to see the faint silhouette of another head buried into the crook of Charity’s neck.

“You better fucking pray Rose has an entire lineup out there, because if there isn’t enough pussy out there for me to fuck, I’m not only fucking you till you pass out, Charity…”

I heard a faint whisper near Charity’s ear from the mystery woman.

“Oh my God…” Charity gasped.

“I’m going to fuck your unconscious little body till you’re filled to the brim.”

“Oh my God,” she repeated. “That! I want that!”

“Fucking good,” I growled, as I began to work my cock in and out of the little PR slut.

An arm snaked around my neck and pulled me close, and I felt a pair of lips press against mine and a tongue invade my mouth—not Charity. This pair of lips wasn’t as plush as Charity’s… but they were wetter. The tongue was aggressive as it invaded, seeking out mine and pinning it to the roof of my mouth as if it were an all-out war. Her tongue was dominating, but her lips were more pliant and insistent… like those of a desperate lover.

Whatever confidence I had in the identity of this person was immediately dashed by that kiss, and curiosity got the best of me. I took a hand off Charity’s ass and just barely managed to keep her aloft with one arm as I felt around for the back of the girl’s head in hopes that the hair would tell me something…

And felt a beanie.

The fucking girl kissing me was wearing a goddamn beanie.

What was only a passing curiosity now burned bright.

Her lips left mine, and then I vaguely made out the shape of her head pressed close to Charity’s. The sound of kissing soon followed as I continued to fuck her little body.

“Oh…” I heard Charity murmur in surprise, followed by a series of hums and moans, as if she were enjoying the kisses she was receiving from our shared lover.

More movement that I couldn’t quite make out… then, “Oh god…”

“What?” I asked, hating that I couldn’t see anything despite how hot the mystery was.

“My tits,” she sighed. “Oh… I haven’t felt… nnngg!”

Her pussy twitched around my cock.

I leaned in closer in an attempt to make out what the mystery girl was doing to Charity, but then I suddenly felt lips on mine again, hungry and searching. She gave me another intense kiss and then disappeared again. Moments later, I felt her hand back on my balls, caressing them before fingers wrapped around the base of my cock.

Getting the picture, I braced Charity’s ass in my hands and lifted her up. She groaned and tightened her grip around the back of my neck. “What…?”

Her tongue suddenly painted the length of my shaft as she pulled it out of Charity’s snatch. Then she engulfed two-thirds of it in a single move that left me groaning.

“Fffffuuuuck… she’s…?

I leaned forward and buried my face in Charity’s chest as I felt the mystery woman’s lips slide up and down my shaft a few times.

“Hey…” Charity said, the tone in her voice suggesting she was getting impatient for the return of what she’d been using.

I wasn’t the only one to sense it. Moments later, I felt the tip of my penis being guided back to Charity’s opening. A tongue lapped at where mine and Charity’s organs met. Then I sank it back inside her as our mystery lover proceeded to lap at my balls again, intermittently delivering kisses along my inner thigh and my prostate.

“Time’s up!”

Rose’s voice cut through the haze of lust that permeated the small closet. With my cock buried in one girl’s pussy and another girl’s tongue dancing along my prostate, I wanted to tell Rose to shut the fuck up… the last thing I wanted to do was stop for anything.

But if I’d learned anything about these women, it’s that they always had something delightful planned, and telling her to fuck off was probably short-sighted.

I looked back at Charity. “We should go.”

“Fuck!” she groaned, sounding absolutely pitiful. “I’m not there yet!”

Another spoke up, tinged with an Australian accent. “Think they fell asleep in there?”

Wait… was that… Tara!

My cock lurched at the thought of Tara being out there when I emerged, naked, with an equally nude Charity.

I suddenly had no reason to stay in this closet—I wanted to confirm if I’d just heard Tara, I wanted to see what Rose and Charity had set up, and I wanted to know who the other woman in the closet was.

“Greedy,” I said, stopping mid-thrust so that she was still perched on my cock with her legs still wrapped around me. “I’ll finish you off out there. Hope you’re good with an audience.”

“I wouldn’t have agreed to any of this if I weren’t,” Charity said. “Just hurry and get out there. I’m ready to go again!”

The mystery woman was kissing Charity’s shoulder, and I felt around for her chin, lifting it as I reached down to give her a quick kiss. “Come on.”

With Charity still in my arms, I turned and headed for the closet door. By now, there were a few voices out there catcalling, hooting, and yelling at me to get out there. As I reached the door, Charity obliged by grabbing the closet door knob for me and twisting it until it opened.

A handful of voices erupted in howls as I walked out, blinking into the light of the game room despite the lamps providing soft, unoffensive illumination.

Perched on the couch were Shea and Tara, with Rose standing beside the closet door where I’d just emerged. She closed it behind me. I blinked again, this time out of confusion. “Uhh… there was someone else in there.”

Rose gave me a wicked grin. “Yep. Have fun solving that little mystery.”

Walking to the couch nearest us and opposite of Helen and Tara, I gently set Charity’s naked ass on the back of it, still holding her as we glanced at each other. She looked like she didn’t have any more of a clue what this was than I did. Then I looked from her to Tara, who looked equally clueless. What was this? And why was Tara here without Erin? Was I right in assuming Erin was the one in the closet?

The dancer could see the questions written all over my face and slunk toward me, dark desires glinting in her eyes. “Don’t worry about it,” she said, closing the distance between us. She bit her lip as she reached out, slender fingers grazing along my shoulder, the tips playing across my muscles.

“I heard Little Miss in there singing.” She blinked heavy-lidded eyes and turned a predatory gaze toward Charity. “Did you make our little girl here feel good? Is it my turn yet?”

Curiosity was roaring in the back of my brain, but the fire in my dick burned hotter, and my questions suddenly seemed unimportant. I had a fun-sized Filipino girl in my arms who made it very clear to me she was far from done. Next to us stood a tall, willowy goddess with skin like dark coffee who was salivating for a turn on my dick.

And I’d just been drugged with something that was supposed to keep my cock rock-hard for four hours—any more than that and I’d need to consider talking to a doctor.

Fuck it. Answers could wait.

“I promised her I wasn’t done,” I confessed.

I felt Charity’s fingers dig possessively into my back as she stared a wordless challenge at Rose—if she wanted a turn right now, Rose would have to fight for it. A quick glance showed me that the furnace in her was still burning bright.

Rose sighed, feigning disappointment. “Fiiiine. I guess I’ll have to find other ways to stay busy until it’s my turn.”

I threw a quick glance at Tara to see that she was watching the entire situation with an intensity I’d only seen her give Erin. Apparently, one or both of the ladies had piqued her interest almost as much as my assistant had. I started to suggest that maybe my trainer might like some company, but Rose looked back to Charity, placing a single finger underneath the younger girl’s chin.

The sight of the taller woman looking down on the younger set my groin on fire—Charity gazed up at her, her big eyes emphasized by her dark liner. Rose stared down at her hungrily, reminding me of the way Helen would look at Bobbi. Aside from Helen, the dancer was one of the most aggressive women in my orbit.

“What about you, cupcake?” Rose said softly but with an edge. She gave Charity a once-over, her finger still under the younger woman’s chin. “Please don’t tell me you only play for one team.”

Despite how interesting their conversation was, I didn’t want to wait any longer. Charity hadn’t released me this entire time, and my Viagra-fueled cock was still buried inside her, so I picked back up where we left off. My cock slowly began sawing in and out of Charity’s pussy. The Filipino girl clung tighter to me, but kept her eyes fixed on the taller woman as I fucked her.

“I’ve been with a couple of women,” she said, her voice quavering only slightly. Her pupils were dilated, but I couldn’t tell if it was from the long, drawn-out orgasm she’d had in the closet, the fact that I was fucking her right now in a room full of people watching her, or if it was Rose’s seduction routine.

The dancer’s lips curled into a playful little smile. “Fuck. Yes.”

Then she leaned in and gently pressed her plush lips to Charity’s. The latter girl whimpered into the kiss, and I picked up my speed, suddenly forgetting about anything else happening around us as I watched a hint of pink tongue slowly flicker between their mouths. Their lip-lock deepened, and I set a rhythm, leaning in to press my lips to the side of Charity’s face.

She moaned against Rose’s mouth as the two continued, and her arms tightened around me, a subtle gesture that requested I fuck her deeper. In the closet, she’d been dark and playful and a tinge romantic. Here, it was all smoldering intensity. Rose really knew how to turn the heat up in all the right ways.

I nuzzled my face against Charity’s, then felt Rose’s fingers on my chin, turning me to face her as the kiss ended. She immediately sought my lips, initiating a kiss with me and invading my mouth. Our tongues massaged and caressed, and my speed picked up as we breathed deeply of each other, every curl of her tongue against mine urging me on a little more. What can I say? Rose was a fucking amazing kisser.

Eventually, she broke our kiss, grinning at me like the cat who ate the canary and guided Charity and me back to each other, initiating another kiss.

“God,” she whispered. “That is so damn hot…”

Charity and I were just starting to lose ourselves in the kiss when we felt another pair of lips on the corners of our mouths—Rose coming into insert herself, initiating a three-way kiss. Instinctively, Charity and I rotated our heads toward Rose to let her in, and we got lost in whose tongue was whose, as they tangled in each other. It was all an erotic, messy chaos.

“Ugh,” Charity moaned into our mouths, her grip tightening. Rose immediately dropped from our kiss to suck on one of Charity’s tits as the younger girl began cumming again on my dick. The sight of Rose’s lips compressed around Charity’s nipple, followed by the feel of Charity’s lips on my neck and her canal convulsing around my cock was too much to handle, and I felt my cock convulse as I began working through my second orgasm of the night. I buried my face in Charity’s hair as I let out a long groan, feeling another series of loads fill her. Fuck… I hoped she was on birth control, because if she wasn’t, I was about to coat her entire womb so thoroughly in my seed that my little swimmers were sure to remain active for weeks.

“Goddamn, that was hot.”

Erin’s voice pulled me out of my reverie, and I turned to see her standing near the couch, just behind Shea and Tara. My lesbian personal trainer suddenly found it much easier to look away from me—and the two girls I’d been intimately tangled with. She glanced over her shoulder at Erin and said, “Oh, hey there. Glad you could make it, love!”

Before, Tara had been all smolder and longing. That longing was still there, but now it was tempered by joy at seeing my personal assistant. If I didn’t know better—and I didn’t—I might’ve thought Tara was actually in love with Erin.

Not that I could blame her.

My young, silver-haired assistant grinned down at Tara and said, “Hey there, sexy! I wouldn’t have missed this for the world. Enjoying the show so far?”

By now, my cock should’ve reached a level of semi-softness that would’ve caused it to at least partially pull out of Charity—but that wasn’t the case this time. I had to back away from the petite Filipina still perched on the back of the couch, my cock slipping free… hard as ever.

“Mmmm,” Rose hummed. “I’ll get you later,” she said to my cock as it bobbed in the air.

Then she turned her attention to Charity. “First,” she said, placing a couple of slender fingers between Charity’s bare breasts, “I think I have a little snack.”

She gave Charity a gentle shove, and the young woman squealed as she tumbled backward onto the empty couch cushions. Rose slunk around the other side, never taking her eyes off the younger girl as she closed in. Charity shifted, reclining along the length of the couch and letting one leg fall off the side—giving all of us a beautiful view of her messy, cum-soaked pussy.

Rose stalked over the arm of the couch and prowled between the girl’s legs, dipping her head down and out of sight.

“Oh, fuck…” Charity’s head rolled back, eyes fluttering closed as she surrendered to Rose’s oral attention.

Erin wasn’t the only one who had appeared while I was distracted. Helen circled around the opposite side of the couch. She sank into the cushions beside Tara, placing the gorgeous Australian between a petite Hawaiian native on her right and a tall, commanding blonde on her left.

I normally would have been more shy about being so naked in front of so many different women, but I was moving past that. Aside from Tara, the rest of them had seen me nude countless times. Hell… I’d been inside all of them.

Then Emiko appeared.

She was holding a steaming mug as she walked carefully into the room. Her dark eyes scanned the entire scene—two naked women on the couch, one devouring the other—while I stood just behind it, cock still swaying in the air. She came to a stop beside Helen and extended the mug.

I felt the sudden urge to dive behind the couch to save my modesty and just managed to fight it off so I didn’t look like an idiot.

“Here you are, Miss VanCamp.”

Helen took it carefully, offering her a gracious smile. “Thank you, Miss Hoshino.”

The use of the surname didn’t escape me, despite the mild embarrassment starting to creep in at the edges of my mind. Helen was a queen—she didn’t show deference to any of the women in this house. But addressing my housekeeper so formally, outside of a professional setting? That meant something. I logged that away for later.

Emiko gave Helen a small, single nod, then turned her gaze on me.

“Is there anything I can get for you, sir? You or your guests?”

There wasn’t the slightest hint that she saw anything unusual. For Emiko, it was just another day at the office. I guess that made sense, considering she used to run a brothel. Still… it did little to offset how obscure it felt to have her acting like it was business as usual.

“Umm… I think I’m good,” I said. The last thing on my mind was food.

“Mr. Upton will need plenty of water,” Helen said, just before taking a sip from the mug of—what I assumed was—tea or coffee.

“I didn’t know you were getting tea,” Shea said. “Would it be too much trouble…?”

“Not at all, Miss Wren,” Emiko replied, offering her a warm smile.

“We might also get a little hungry,” Erin added, biting her lip at something that clearly amused her. “I mean… for actual food.”

“Of course,” Emiko said. “I’ll have something delivered.” She cast her dark eyes back at me and gave a knowing smirk. “Welcome home, Mr. Upton. Enjoy yourself tonight. After such an ordeal… one needs to unwind and relax.”

Erin, never taking her eyes off me, slid her fingers down Shea’s arm, laced them through hers, and strode toward me. My masseuse rose without resistance and let herself be pulled along.

I rounded the couch to meet them just in front. I took a moment to study Erin’s hair.

“How was she?” Erin asked, glancing at Charity.

I followed her gaze and found Charity lost in the sensations Rose was giving her—her tongue slowly stroking up and down the younger woman’s slit.

I looked back into Erin’s eyes… then again at her hair.

Her expression turned curious. “What are you looking at?”

“Trying to decide if you have hat hair.”

“What?”

“Who was in the closet?” I asked.

Erin’s smile grew mischievous… knowing.

“It wasn’t you,” I declared. “Who?”

She took half a step toward me, still grinning, and pressed her hand against my chest, sliding it up the center of my sternum. Then she shoved—light, playful, confident—and I dropped onto the couch, careful not to land on Charity’s head.

My hips brushed against the top of Charity’s skull, catching her attention. She opened her eyes to look up at me.

“Oh, goody!” she cried out, grinning up at me.

She lifted her head and shifted back, settling into my lap. A muffled protest emerged from between her legs as Rose followed her meal, not quite finished yet.

Shea dropped to her knees and immediately slid between my legs. Erin knelt just behind her, already working to unfasten the other woman’s swimsuit. The scant fabric dropped away moments later, revealing a perfect pair of tits that almost looked large on someone barely five feet tall.

Shea’s breasts, while not quite as firm or gravity-defying as Erin’s, were still in beautiful shape—tight teardrops with minimal sag, each topped with dark, thick nipples already standing at full attention.

All-too-familiar hands slid under Shea’s arms and reached up to cup them. Erin’s fingers sank into her firm flesh, kneading and rolling… grinding her palms against those thick, prominent nipples.

Shea’s eyes slid half-closed, her teeth catching the edge of her bottom lip as a small moan escaped her. Erin peered over her shoulder, giving me a wicked smile before dipping her head and planting a kiss on bare skin—drawing another breathy moan from the masseuse. It joined the chorus of Charity’s low, drawn-out cries.

With her head in my lap, Charity nuzzled my abdomen, her lips puckering to plant absentminded kisses around my belly button as she focused on the steady rhythm of Rose’s tongue. I glanced down at the dancer and caught her watching Erin seduce Shea. When she saw me staring back, I caught the promise in her eyes.

This was going to be one hell of a night.

Erin ran one hand through the back of Shea’s hair, kissed her ear, and whispered dirty things I couldn’t quite hear. Then she gently urged her forward, guiding Shea’s mouth toward my rock-hard cock.

I watched closely as Shea’s lip slipped free from her teeth and parted, just in time to press against the mushroom tip of my cock.

It had only been a few minutes since it slid from the warmth of Charity’s depths, but it was enough for the skin to grow uncomfortably cool. Shea’s hot breath made my blood surge.

I placed a hand on the back of Erin’s, and together we guided Shea as she slipped her lips over the tip—slowly descending down the length of my cock.

“Aww fuck…” I groaned, eyes sliding shut as I focused on the heat and slickness of her tongue gliding across the sensitive head.

“That’s it,” I said. “Taste it. Taste Charity all over me.”

I looked down to see Charity staring up at me, breath hitching as Rose continued her work.

I placed my hand gently on Charity’s throat, fingers curling loosely around her swan-like neck and stroking up and down. I gave it a soft experimental squeeze, and Charity raised her chin, offering more of herself. Another whimper escaped her lips.

She reached down and pressed a hand to the back of Rose’s head, her fingers tangling through the dancer’s jet-black hair. Holding her like this—controlling her—was clearly getting her off.

My grip slid up her neck to the base of her jaw. I turned her head slightly, angling it so she could watch Shea suck my cock from mere inches away.

“Look at her,” I murmured. “She’s cleaning you off of me. She’s swallowing you.”

I let go of her jaw, but Charity didn’t look away. Her dark eyes stayed locked on Shea’s generous lips as they glided up and down my shaft.

I trailed my fingers down the center of her chest, tracing between her breasts, then circling beneath and dragging upward along her hypersensitive skin. I closed my hand around one breast—small, soft, but responsive—grasping her brown nipple, about half the size of my pinky. It was stiff, tough, and perfect as I caught it between thumb and forefinger and rolled it slowly.

“Ah… god…” Charity’s back arched. Her arm muscles tensed as she pulled more firmly on Rose’s head. Her legs crossed over each other and rested on the dancer’s back, her knees bending as if to bury more of Rose’s face inside her.

Erin slid around behind Shea, kissed my thigh with searing heat, and then leaned forward to press her lips to Charity’s. The young woman’s moans were swallowed into the kiss as they met for the first time. At the same time, Erin closed one hand over Charity’s other breast, mirroring my touch.

My hips began moving on their own, rolling up into Shea’s mouth as she found a rhythm. Her fingers curled around my balls and massaged them with the same practiced finesse she brought to every part of her work.

All that pleasure… all that sensation… I took it out on Charity. Her nipple suffered beneath my fingers, her breast caught in my palm as I squeezed—already feeling my climax rising.

I happened to glance up—and saw Tara and Helen on the other couch, watching.

Tara looked nervous. Eyes wide as saucers, unblinking. For a woman so flirtatious and free-spirited, something about this had melted all that confidence into something raw and vulnerable.

Was it the sheer intensity of so many naked bodies, the full spectacle of real, live sex happening just feet away?

She’d experienced it once before… but that had been in Amsterdam, with a bit of help from their local herbal persuasion. This time, she had nothing to dull her nerves. She didn’t even look drunk.

Maybe she was just scared of my dick.

Or maybe… it was Helen’s hand on her thigh, fingers tracing lightly across smooth, bronzed skin.

My gaze drifted to Helen. She simply sat there watching with smoldering interest, her attention seeming to bypass Tara entirely—even as her fingers idly wandered over the personal trainer’s thigh. Even seated on a couch in a game room… collared… wearing nothing but a crimson, barely-there bikini… she was old-world elegance personified.

Fuck… if Helen and Erin were both conspiring to break Tara, the Aussie beauty didn’t stand a chance.

Before I could spend another moment wondering what those two had planned for my personal trainer, Shea’s oral skills yanked my focus back where it belonged. God, I was close. Her dark eyes stayed locked on me, watching as I clenched and unclenched my jaw.

Shea—the tiny, submissive servant. She was the quiet one. The one you didn’t even realize was there until she was already making you scream. Her energy could soothe with a single breath and make you groan with the next. She knew how to look up at me… how to smile around my cock in a way that set my blood on fire. And the way her gaze flicked over to Erin and Charity as they sucked on each other’s tongues—so close to where she was pleasuring me—I could see the envy. She wanted to share in that kiss… wanted to taste what they were tasting. Yet there was triumph in her eyes, too.

I was hers for now. Me. The man who owned the world. Who was going to war with modern-day gods. Right now, I was at the mercy of her mouth, and my pleasure was hers to command.

Moans and whimpers from beside me competed with the heat of Shea’s tongue, and I looked up to find Erin and Charity fully entangled—tongues dancing, lips swollen, their kiss so deep it looked like Erin was trying to pull Charity’s soul out through her mouth. Erin’s hands roamed everywhere—kneading Charity’s breasts, gliding along her throat, skimming down her waist. Her nails dragged pale lines across Charity’s creamy skin… white trails that vanished seconds later. She’d tied her hair up into one of those messy buns she wore so often, giving me an unobstructed view of the full, devastating beauty of two women kissing without shame.

The feel of Shea’s tongue curling under the head of my cock… the sight of those two wrapped around each other…

It was too much.

“Ohhh, fuck!” I growled, fingers forming a fist in Shea’s dark hair as I pulled her down, burying half my length down her throat. Her grip on my knees tightened, and I heard her gag slightly as her throat constricted around me. A hot pulse jetted down her throat… and then another.

She backed off, slowly sliding her lips up my shaft, holding the head between her lips as I kept spurting. Her cheeks bulged slightly as she held the load in her mouth, her tongue working slow, maddening circles on the ultra-sensitive underside just beneath the crown.

That must’ve been the final push for Charity—her body locked up a moment later as her orgasm crashed over her.

Erin pulled back, letting Charity’s cries fill the room. Her hips bucked wildly against Rose’s mouth, thighs squeezing around the dancer’s head.

Rose didn’t flinch. If anything, her nails dug into Charity’s hips, and she redoubled her efforts, her tongue working desperately to scoop out every trace of the seed still buried inside. Charity’s chest heaved with sob-like breaths, her mouth hanging slack, eyes glazed as she stared up at me.

Before I could process what was happening, Shea crawled up and kissed Charity—just as deep, just as hungry as the kiss from Erin. I watched, transfixed, as creamy rivulets of cum slid from their joined lips down Charity’s chin and cheeks. Shea was feeding her my cum, and judging by the way Charity kissed her back, she was more than happy to accept the offering.

Rose, her own task complete, began climbing up Charity’s body—pressing slow, reverent kisses into the young woman’s flushed, trembling skin. She paused to feast on Charity’s tits, then continued up, mouth aiming for the tangle of lips above.

Shea had left my cock just a bit too soon, and droplets of cum had started spilling down the shaft, and Erin had noticed. She dipped her head to lap up the remaining mess, then grabbed Rose by the hair and pulled her up off Charity’s breast—crashing her lips to the dancer’s mouth.

I watched them share the taste—Erin licking Charity from Rose’s lips, while Rose savored the residue of my cum from Erin’s tongue as if it were made of sugar.

Shea, meanwhile, had begun licking gently across Charity’s mouth, catching the last stray drops. Then she hovered again, dribbling the mix of cum and spit from her lips into the younger woman’s waiting mouth.

I dropped my head against the back of the couch—spent.

Make no mistake… I was spent. My cock wasn’t. It was still rock hard and ready to go, the drugs pumping through my system and proving their effectiveness.

My eyes slid open to see Helen sitting on the couch opposite the coffee table. The mug of tea she’d been sipping from now sat untouched on the table between us. She still wore her bikini, but she’d raised her left leg and planted it on the edge of the cushion. Her right hand still danced over Tara’s thigh, but her left now draped between her spread legs, her fingers lazily drifting back and forth over the fabric covering her mound.

Tara was openly staring at what Helen was doing—the poor girl.

And yet, despite Helen’s casual seduction and the two pairs of women tangled in each other nearby, my attention was drawn to someone else.

Jessica.

Still in her maid’s outfit, she had just entered the room, cautiously moving along the wall near the door while pushing a small cart with covered dishes. Her eyes swept over the room, wide and overwhelmed. The debauchery unfolding around her must’ve hit her like a punch—she looked stunned, her gaze meeting mine with a cocktail of emotions: hurt, arousal, confusion… and maybe half a dozen more I couldn’t name.

Helen, seated with her back to the door, hadn’t noticed my ex-girlfriend’s arrival. Her eyes were still fixed on me—and the four women wrapped around me—with smoldering interest.

“If I’d known you were going to keep all the girls to yourself,” Helen said, voice honey-smooth, “I would’ve brought Bobbi to keep me company.”

“Why didn’t you?” I asked as I idly ran my fingers along one of Charity’s tits.

“She’s still learning a lesson.”

“What’d you do?” I asked, glancing around at the tangled mess of heat and lips around me. Charity had her arms wrapped tight around Shea’s neck, devouring the woman as they shared a slow, sloppy, cum-filled kiss. Erin moaned into Rose’s mouth as she started to rise, Rose following, keeping their lips locked as she rose to her knees on the couch.

“You told her not to turn the vibrator off,” Helen said, fingers never ceasing their motion. “I made sure she couldn’t.”

“Fuck,” I whispered. I wasn’t sure how much time had passed since that brief trip to the dungeon with Natalie, Bobbi, and Helen, but it had to have been hours. Helen had left that machine on between Bobbi’s legs this entire time?

“Since she’s occupied…” Helen sighed. “I was hoping someone else could help me out.”

Tara licked her lips but didn’t speak.

Erin tore her mouth from Rose’s and looked over her shoulder toward Helen, smirking. She licked juices from her lips as she eyed the woman she’d shared countless hours—and more—with.

“I hear someone playing my song,” Erin purred.

She gave Rose one more lingering kiss before turning to stride over to Helen. Her steps were slow and deliberate as she rounded the coffee table.

Helen offered Rose an apologetic smile. “Sorry to take away your playmate.”

Rose broke into a grin. “’S’okay. It’s time I had a turn, riding that beautiful cock anyway.”

She swung one long, dark leg off the couch, then the other, rising to her full, regal height. Her eyes drifted to Jessica.

“Hey! Jessica, was it?”

Jessica, who had finished placing the cart against the wall and had turned to inch toward the door, froze. Her eyes widened like a deer caught in headlights.

“Could you come here?” Rose asked, voice soft but unmistakable—it had sounded like a request, but it wasn’t.

Jessica stood frozen, glancing between me and Rose, completely unsure. I gave her nothing—no nod, no signal. I wouldn’t make her stay if she wanted to leave… but I wasn’t going to say that either. It was her choice.

Meanwhile, Erin stopped in front of Helen and Tara, cocking her hip to one side. She glanced over her shoulder at me, a gleam in her eye that said one thing loud and clear:

You’re not going to want to miss this.

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Claire , cleaning her daughter Amy’s room finds Amy’s dildo- finally. She unwraps it, she licks it and she uses it

PART ONE

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“She found it, bet she did.”

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

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

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

There was a pause then Melissa’s voice.

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

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

“Oh my God.”

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

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

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

“Mom,” she heard Amy call.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And then they were on their own.

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

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

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

“I love you.”

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

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

“It’s just us really, isn’t it?”

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

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

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

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

“Do you,” Claire finally managed to ask.

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

“Yeah.”

“Me too.”

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

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

“Yeah; dreadful.”

“I don’t want to lead you astray.”

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

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

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

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

“Did Dad ever use these?”

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

She smiled at her daughter’s puzzled look.

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

She pulled a face and Amy grinned back at her.

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

Amy thought for a while taking it all in.

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

“Silly Bitch.”

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

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

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

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

“Yeah.”

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

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

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

Claire grinned back at her.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah.”

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

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

Amy smiled but Clair had more to say.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Meredith here Carpet Muncher,” she got back

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

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

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

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

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

Part Two

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

‘She uses to stand on- Melissa.”

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

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

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

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

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

“What?”

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

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

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

They all said their good byes and hung up.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Claire looked at her and waited.

“I can sell it.”

“And move in with me in my place?”

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

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

“Have a look at this.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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My fifty-year old, second wife Joanne was rather agitated when I arrived home. “I was talking to my girlfriends in the boutique and trying on some clothes when they introduced me to Janine. She told me she liked my neck, no lines or creases.

“The compliments kept coming. Love your legs. You have a wonderful body, she told me as she watched me trying on clothes. I could see the girls in the shop trying to tell me something. Then a shock.

“I am a lesbian Joanne. I would love to make love to you,” she told me out loud. The girls in the shop all had knowing smiles.

The next day Joanne phoned me at work. “I can’t stop thinking about that woman. It is very tempting for me. I have never had a lesbian experience, though most of my girlfriends have. Would you be comfortable if she was to seduce me?”

“As long as I can watch,” I told her. Joanne is a retired model. Still incredibly attractive. A tall size-12 with wonderful long legs, very good ass, no sagging or dimples and excellent 36C tits. She is a Leo and thrives on compliments. And dressing to impress.

She phoned me back again later. “I can’t stop thinking about that woman and what she wants to do to me. I am going to shave my cunt for you, just as you like it. When you arrive home I want you to tongue fuck me while I close my eyes and fantasise about that woman, Janine.

When I arrived home Joanne greeted me at the door wearing heels and a short silk dressing gown. As soon as the door closed she flashed it open to show me her naked body. “I told you what I want you do it. Now do it, I am so horny.

“So horny, so fucking horny,” she moaned as my tongue pleased her cunt lips.

We enjoy cunnilingus, often. This time there was a whole new dimension to it.

“Why don’t you invite Janine around for a drink one Sunday afternoon? No pressure, let’s see how it plays out,” I asked several times in the following days as we watched lesbian sex clips.

“I told two of my girlfriends about Janine. They have both had lesbian lovers. One of them as late as last week. They both told me I was ripe for a lesbian lover and should take Janine up on her offer.

“Your ripe body at your age is very attractive to both sexes. Sex with a man after a lesbian dalliance has a different perspective they told me. They both want me to keep them posted,” Joanne confided the next day.

“I had lunch with Janine today. She really is very attractive. Taller than me, slim boyish figure, blond, bobbed hair. She was wearing a very short skirt. Her legs looked fabulous every time she crossed them for me,” Joanne told me the next day.

“She asked if I shave or wax. I told her we shave each other every Sunday. She told me she is completely bald down there. She asked lots of questions about you. How often does he fuck you? Doe’s he tongue fuck you? Is he good? Is he well hung?”

“At least four times week, yes he does tongue fuck me, he is good, very good. He is very virile, he has a very good, toned body and a strong sex drive.

“I took great delight in telling her you are much bigger than most men, and thick,” as I watched her reaction.

“She sucked my fingers as she told me she would like to lick me like an ice cream. Very tempting, very, I told her as I warmed to the idea.

“Very tempting honey. Can I.”

“As long as I can watch.”

The intensity of our love making has increased measurably since Joanne met Janine and started telling me about her. “Imagine another woman fucking you with her tongue Joanne,” I whispered one night as I fucked her doggy style.

“I am honey, I am, so fucking good with you watching.”

One night I sat Joanne naked in our sex chair in front of our wall length mirror and stood behind her. “Open your legs and imagine Janine licking her way up your gorgeous thighs while I stand behind you and tease your erect nipples with a fingertip. Then at the very moment her tongue finds your clit, we tongue kiss with just the tips of our tongues.”

“That was wonderful foreplay,” she told me in the afterglow after a long, slow fuck.

“Janine is coming to visit this Sunday,” Joanne told me a week later while we watched another lesbian clip. “My bi-curious side has really kicked in, my libido is sky high. I told her you wanted to watch and masturbate. Fine by me she said.”

Two more sessions of cunnilingus before Sunday. Joanne has taken the bait. I like it.

Lesbian videos every night. “I have watched some of those women fucking men. A lot of them appear to be more comfortable having sex with women. They really are bisexual, I like it. And they are obviously enjoying it, look at the way they kiss each other. And it makes me far more comfortable.

“Remember this one, I would like that,” she told me as we watched two very attractive women kissing. One of the women was wearing an incredibly short skirt. Then the other woman lifted the skirt enough to slide her thong off, before she knelt in front of her, grasped her ass cheeks and commenced licking her cunt lips.

“What should I wear for Janine? What are you going to wear,” she asked on the Sunday, naked in heels just before she was due. “Does my hair look alright?”

“That skimpy black underwear I bought for you,” I reply as I wonder what to wear while I watch my lady havimg sex with a lesbian for the first time in her life. I decide on clothes I would wear to go shopping, jeans and a t-shirt.

Joanne wants me to meet Janine at the door to heighten the tension. Just as Joanne had described, she really is very attractive. Taller than Joanne, slim, boyish, though with feminine figure and blond, short, bobbed hair with a wonderful smile. She is wearing heels, and a skin tight, short backless dress.

Huge tension as we sip coffee to break the ice and make small talk.

“In my early twenties I posed topless for an artist famed for his nudes,” Joanne tells Janine as she hangs on to her every word. “My man loves taking photographs of me naked and blowing them up to A4 size and making albums of them. This album is mostly of my naked ass in various poses. He insists I wear heels when he takes pics of me naked. Always makes my legs look longer and sexier.

“Would you like me to model some of my outfits for you Janine?

“I used to wear this one to the races,” she smiles as she re-appears.

“And this one to cocktail parties. And this one to gallery openings. And this short, backless one to dinner parties. Wonderful feeling with my nipples against the soft, black silk with men and women ogling and fantasizing about my erect nipples.”

After the fourth outfit, Janine is standing close by and watching Joanne changing.

“Would you like to see this outfit without the bra Janine.” Joanne teases as she motions for Janine to remove it. “I can’t find the top I wanted,” she smiles as Joanne and I ogle her wonderful tits.

“I wore this one the first night I seduced my husband. Our second date actually. No bra, just a tiny black thong. Wonderful, exciting sex for both of us. He has the largest cock I have ever had or seen.

“And I used to wear this one with no underwear at all, just a pair of killer heels. Completely naked underneath it in our early dating days. Would you like me try it for you Janine,” she continues teasing as she turns her back and slides her knickers off.

“Do you like my big ass? My man loves it?”

Electric moment full of sexual tension as Joanne turns, with her legs spread to face Janine as she drinks in her naked body. “My man shaved me this morning to his satisfaction. Just a tuft above my sex. No man had ever had any interest in shaving me before him.”

“One more outfit for you, my man loves this one. Do it up for me Janine,” Joanne tells her as she poses with a very sexy, lacy, black garter belt around her waist. “I wish I could find the stockings.”

A strange though exciting feeling watching my wife taking the initiative and seducing a woman who wanted to seduce her.

“Your naked body is magnificent in that garter belt Joanne. I want it now, right now,” Janine whispers, very agitated.

I have seen Joanne kiss other women as friends do. Never kissing like this. They are passionately tongue kissing with just the tips of their tongues. Janine is still dressed as she was when she arrived as she licks, kisses, then sucks my wife’s erect nipples with her hands grasping her ass.

The voyeur in me loves watching. I have an erection.

“Your wife told me you want to watch and masturbate while I have her, fine by me. Men have done it before while they watched me have their wife or partner. An extra buzz for me,” she smiles at me as Joanne and I watch her undress. A tiny black g-string is all she is wearing as she removes her dress.

Her naked, slim, boyish, feminine figure is an extra turn on as I undress with two women watching. “Your wife was correct, you are much bigger than most men, and thick,” Janine smiles as I flaunt and stroke my erection for her.

“Sit on the chair and watch me tongue fuck your wife,” Janine whispered as she laid Joanne on her back on our bed. “Love the mirrors on all the walls and ceiling. I love another person watching me tongue fucking their partner. A hung man masturbating is a bonus.”

Janine slowly licked the insides of my lady’s thighs before she put a pillow under her ass.

“Wow, oh fuck, so good,” my lady moaned as the tip of Janine’s tongue found her clit. I had told, or was it warned, her I wanted to tongue kiss her shortly after Janine commenced licking her. Electric moment as I did, we had never ever kissed like that before.

We kept on tongue kissing as she soaked up Janine’s lesbian love making skills. Janine had her arms wrapped around Joanne’s wonderful thighs as she gave her new levels of sexual pleasure with her tongue, lips and fingers.

I had a full on, rock hard, thick erection as I watched Janine teasing my lady’s wet cunt lips with the tip of her tongue while I licked and sucked her erect nipples.

“Is she good baby? Do you like her fucking you with her tongue?,” I asked.

“I love it, love it, just love it, I want more.”

Joanne had a hand on the back of Janine’s head as she slid a finger into her while licking her.

“I want you to orgasm for me Joanne. Sit on my face, while your man masturbates for both of us.”

“I intend to,” she replied as she reached out and briefly sucked my cock before she sat on her face.

Joanne has watched me masturbate for her countless times. This time with another woman glancing at me as she tongue fucks her, her first ever lesbian experience at fifty has me rock hard.

I had a bottle of oil close by and smeared some over my erection. Masturbating while watching my lady having her first ever lesbian experience was very exciting. Incredibly exciting when Janine reached out and stroked by erection.

All I could say was, “ Harder do it harder, harder,” as Joanne and I orgasmed at the same moment.

“Would you like to meet some of my friends?,” Janine asked before she departed. “I have some gender fluid friends who would enjoy both of you and who you would enjoy.”

“Why not?,” Joanne replied, hooked on her new found sexuality.

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I get to eat a lesbian’s pussy, then fuck her pussy.

54. Is Jenny A Lesbian?

I got stalled on my passage up the east coast of Florida. I had taken a mooring ball in a large, protected harbor. The marina had all the essentials and there were a plethora of bars, restaurants and stores nearby. It’s what we call a “sticky” or “velcro” harbor: hard to tear away from. A couple hundred boats all with boaters living in the same situation tends to build bonds. A certain comradery exists.

In the morning I went ashore to shower. The bath house was a long, rectangular building with doors along the sides housing private bathrooms. Just as I stepped out of my bathroom, a woman in her mid-thirties stepped out of the one next door.

“Oh, hi. Good morning. I don’t think we’ve met. I’m Sailor.”

“Good morning, Sailor. I’m Jenny. We haven’t met but I’ve heard about you at the Tiki Hut. People speak highly of you.”

“People say I get high! The audacity! Let’s hope my probation officer doesn’t hear!” She looked horrified that I had twisted her words and taken them to the dark side.

“No, no … that’s not….”

I interrupted. “Just kidding, Jenny. Sorry. They only let me out in public on special occasions.”

She wrinkled her forehead and tilted her head. “Special occasions?” You could tell that she hadn’t caught on to my sense of humor yet. “What special occasions? Is today special or something?”

I got a shit eating grin on my face. “Of course today’s a special occasion. It’s the day we’re going out to the reef on my boat.”

“But I’ve never been out to the reef.”

“That’s why it’s a special occasion. Come on. We have all day. I even have some crumbs to feed the fish with. They’re amazing, all different colors, sizes and shapes. You’ll love it.”

Still somewhat baffled, Jenny simply followed along. We dinked to my boat and climbed aboard. It didn’t take long to tie the dinghy for towing and get the instruments and the motor going. I asked her if she would go forward to untie us from the mooring ball.

Jenny was cute. About 5’4″, sandy colored hair just covering her ears, and a roundish face but with a square jaw if that makes any sense. Suffice it to say that she was cute. Her body was stout, her frame solid with few curves. One redeeming feature was her chest. Nearly perfect tits in size and shape. They drew your eye. Overall, she was maybe a 6 out of 10.

I watched her move forward on the deck. She didn’t have a tight teenage body but what she had looked like a good solid fuck. Her walk back to the cockpit allowed me to imagine groping those perfect tits.

Since she had never been to the reef, I explained it to her. About five miles out into the ocean is a long chain of coral reefs going parallel to the shore from the Dry Tortugas up the east coast. A large reef section, “Big Hat”, is just offshore from the harbor.

Once there, the water is 20+ feet deep but so clear you can count arms on a starfish. Blooms of the coral and fish of every color imaginable are visible from the surface. When you throw a handful of potato chip crumbs or crackers into the water, the fish go crazy feeding. Which draws more fish. It’s amazing.

Out at the reef are 8 or 10 mooring balls installed so boats anchors don’t tear up the delicate reef. We hooked onto a ball and began throwing crumbs overboard. The fish swarmed like crazy, boiling the water in their exuberance to feed. Jenny was awestruck. I stood behind her as she leaned over the side to watch the fish. Looking at her ass bent over like that gave me fantasies.

“You know, people swim and dive out here. Wanna go swimming?” I suggested.

“I didn’t bring a suit.”

“Honey, I don’t even own a suit!” That said, I stripped naked and jumped off the back of the boat. “Come on in! The water’s like a bath!” She hesitated, pondering the situation. “If you’re worried about being seen, well, it’s only fish and they don’t care. And me. I assure you that I’ve seen naked women before. No worries, babe. Strip down and join me.”

Whenever I swim off the back of the boat, I always tie a floating square cushion to a line and have it in the water to hang onto. Holding the cushion I encouraged her. “Come on, Jenny! It’s just us and the fish. Noone else is here this early.” She turned around to disrobe and gingerly climbed down the boarding ladder with her back to me. She swished over to the floating pillow.

“This does feel nice. Like a warm bath. And I’m sure the salt water is therapeutic. It just feels healing.”

“Jenny, I’m so happy for this special occasion. Your first time at the reef! And I’m glad that they let me out to enjoy it with you.”

She looked really confused again. “Who is this ‘they’ and why do they keep you locked up or whatever?”

“Jenny, there is no ‘they’. I live alone on my boat. Saying that I’m only let out for special occasions is a contrived way of telling you that I’m different. I’m a vagabond lunatic. I live outside the box. I’m not like other people. When I do ‘go out’, I always end up doing something that nobody forgets.”

She drew a deep breath, pinched her nose and dove under. The water was so clear, I could see her nude body glide down through the water. She kicked her feet and dove down to the coral head. As she was coming up, bubbles were flowing from her nose and mouth. I could clearly see her nicely shaped tits and the dark triangle of pussy hair.

She broke the surface spitting and gasping for air. “Well, I’m certainly not going to forget this special occasion. It’s beautiful!” She swam over to me holding onto the floating cushion.

I was done swimming so I climbed the boarding ladder and got some towels. As she started climbing the ladder I held a towel up to shield her and for her to wrap herself in. Once aboard she sat in the cockpit, the towel wrapped around her. I went below and got some refreshing drinks. We sat and talked.

In all of her stories about her life, her travels, her relationships, her jobs there was never any mention of men. It was always Jenny and her girlfriends or her partner. I started wondering which team she played on. So I pried.

“Have you ever been married?”

“Not yet.”

“Do you have a boyfriend?”

“Nope.”

“Do you have a girlfriend?”

“Not at the moment. I’m between girlfriends.”

Ah … so there’s the rub. She’s a lesbian. Now I had a decision to make. I could play it several different ways. I decided to act as if I was gay thinking that it might make her more at ease being alone with me. She had pretty obviously been on her guard this whole time.

“Well, Jenny, I’m pretty much gay myself. I say ‘pretty much’ because I used to date women years ago. And on rare occasions my partners include females or trans shemales in our trysts. I guess if a female is all that’s available I’m okay with it but I much prefer males. How about you? Are you exclusive?”

Jenny pondered this for a moment. Finally she offered “I wouldn’t say I’m exclusive to women. Like you, I started out dating guys. I just found that women give me so much more sexual satisfaction than guys. I mean, guys just want to stab you with their dick until they cum. That’s it. Most don’t have a clue how to satisfy a woman.”

“Jenny, I told you that I’m not like most people. I’m totally outside the box and I nearly always do something that everybody remembers.” Seeing that her drink needed refilling I suggested that she come below to help pour more.

Down below, she got more talkative, more inquisitive. “So what made you switch from girls to guys?”

“Well, to begin with, I much prefer oral sex to the usual dick-pussy thing. All the girls I used to date raved about how I gave the best head ever. In my social group it became sort of a ‘thing’. Everyone talked about it and teased me.

“Then one time in college I was renting an apartment with 3 others, 2 guys and a girl. We all got really drunk one night and the girl challenged me. She wanted to know how long it would take for me to get her off using only my mouth.”

“Well … how long did it take?”

“Two minutes, 45 seconds. But then the guys challenged me. ‘Bet you can’t suck me off that quick’ kind of challenge. So I sucked him off in 4 minutes, 20 seconds. Then the other guy in 5 minutes, 45 seconds. I discovered that I really preferred having a cock in my mouth. Nothing against women. It’s just more of a challenge to get a guy to cum.”

You could see the wheels turning in her head. She sipped on her drink as she digested this info, planning what to do next.

“Two minutes, 45? Really? I like it to last longer than that.”

“Remember, Jenny, it was a challenge. Normally, I spend my time, intent on giving my partner maximum pleasure. I aim for multiple orgasms.”

Now the wheels grinding in her head were in overdrive. “So, you could make me cum in less than 5 minutes, right?”

“I probably could, but with someone as attractive and intriguing as you, I’d take my time. I’d linger and ensure that you came more than once. Tell me when was the last time someone made you cum.”

“Honestly, Sailor, the last time someone got me to cum was over 6 months ago. But I get myself off almost daily. So there’s that.”

“You know as well as I do that masturbating is just not the same. I can guarantee that I’ll do my best to get you to cum, probably multiple times. I’d be thrilled if you let me show you.”

Her expression went from “no”, to “hmmm, maybe”, to “why not?” in a matter of 30 seconds. “I’ll let you try to get me off but only if I can time you.”

I laughed. “It’s not a race, Jenny. But if you drop that towel and lay on the bed I’ll get started.”

As she spread her legs I got my first view of her fuckbox. Her natural bush framed a generous pussy, fat lips, thin protruding labia with a small, crinkled asshole below. I lay on my belly between her legs and pushed her legs apart.

I worked my way down her inner thighs and basically had a makeout session with her pussy. Kissing, nibbling and using my tongue and mouth on her lips elicited some oohhhs and aahhhs. Once my tongue parted her lips, her hips began twitching. It was only after I latched onto her erect clit that the gyrations really got going.

I paid special attention to her clit, using every trick I had. Her response was commensurate with my efforts. As I worked my magic, I got more and more forceful. My tongue was smashing her clit flat, my lips were sucking it up firm, my teeth were nibbling. When I’d suck it in between my lips, I’d make it scrape against my teeth. She seemed to particularly like that, grunting out groans and bucking her hips.

Once I got my fingers involved, finger fucking her cunt, she was all but done. I’d lift my mouth off her clit and finger fuck her hard. I’d curl my fingers searching for that elusive G spot. Then wrap my mouth back around her clit. Back and forth until she arched her back, urgently exclaimed “Oh my God … yes! … YES!” and let her pussy drain it’s pent up desires.

Sensing her weakened condition and needing some relief myself, I instantly climbed on top and thrust my hard cock up her sloppy hole. No complaint. In fact, she raised her legs straight up and let me slide my cock in and out until I reciprocated by draining myself into her vagina.

As we lay next to each other, I casually said “You have a really nice cunt. I certainly want you to remember this special occasion. Want me to get you off again?” She reached over, grabbed my wrist and pulled my hand to her pussy. I got busy right away.

I counted eight orgasms, not including two of my own. As we motored the Love Boat back to the harbor, she commented in an offhand way “Took you twelve minutes, twenty seconds for the first one. I didn’t time any of the others.”

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