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A horny man and his horny wife, with many threesomes.

An event that sticks in my memory was the afternoon my lovely little wife asked me if I wanted to take part in a threesome with her best friend! She’d met, and befriended, a single-parent at the school our daughters attended, when they started Kindergarten the year before, and she wanted the pair of us to take the friend to bed. Sadie was only twenty-two, and her son was in the same year as our daughters. Sadie and Lyndsey had become friends right at the start of the previous school year and had talked on a lot of subjects; apparently including the size of my manhood! Sadie had only ever had one lover, who had abandoned her when she fell pregnant at the tender age of seventeen. He wasn’t well endowed, and she described him as a, ‘two pumps and a squirt merchant anyway’. I thought that was rather crude, personally, but she knew him, and I didn’t. They’d only been sleeping together for a few weeks before he did a runner. He hadn’t exactly impressed her with his bedroom performance either, and my darling little wife had offered my manhood to her best friend, ‘if I’d go along with it.’

I can remember asking Lyndsey, “Is this your way of buttering me up to get to bed another bloke?” I’ve always been the suspicious type, and that seemed like the obvious reason.

She looked hurt for a few seconds and then started to smile. “Shit, I hadn’t thought of that,” she said with a laugh, “but no, I just want to get my lips around Sadie’s nipples, and my tongue right up inside her juicy little pussy. You’ve always told me that mine tastes so sweet, and I would have to agree with you, from what I’ve tasted of myself, on your fingers or your cock. Now I just want to sample another honey-pot, so that I can find out if it’s as sweet-tasting as my own. Besides that, I want to watch you get her on her knees and slip your big salami right up her virgin back passage.”

She put her hand over her heart as she said, “I’ll not ask you to share me with another bloke; I swear I won’t! I don’t want to take the risk of being disappointed with a lack-luster performance,” and I took the oath as seriously as the one she swore in the church, wearing her white silk dress. “I’m just a little curious about bedding another woman, like Sadie, and now just seems to be the time to try it. You don’t object, do you, sweetheart?” When your wife introduces her best friend and asks if you want to fuck her in the ass, do you refuse?

I turned to Sadie and asked, “Do you feel comfortable with the ideas my sweet, innocent little wife is proposing, and do you swallow?”

“I always swallowed in the short period I sucked, although I won’t claim to be any good at it; it’s a skill one of you may have to teach me. I’ve been a little bi-curious for a while now, the way Lyndsey has, and seeing as I haven’t had any sort of fuck in the last five years, good, bad, or indifferent, I’ll do what the two of you want, for a little carnal pleasure, as long you promise to be gentle with me. Somehow though, I don’t think that your wife is anywhere near as sweet or innocent as you claim she is!” All three of us laughed at that, and Lyndsey offered to teach Sadie to, quote, “suck cock like a professional little slut, just the way I do!”

We promised, and, after Sadie went on the pill, and my darling wife bought a double-ended dildo, for the next five and a bit years, we shared the matrimonial bed with my wife’s best friend on a regular basis; at least once a week; sometimes far more often. For the first couple of weeks, it was every weekday; although only for a couple of hours when the kids were at school. Lyndsey took the kids to school on a morning, picked Sadie up, and brought her home for some fun.

Unknown to me, the two of them had been watching a fair bit of porn together, and Lyndsey had taken a fancy to the idea of being a dominatrix. She’d gotten Sadie to consider being the submissive, to her dominatrix, and when the two of them arrived for the first session, I offered Sadie a glass of wine, thinking that she might need it to steady her nerves.

Lyndsey gave me a considerable shock when she announced, loudly, not to mention indescribably crudely, that, “She hasn’t got fucking time to drink fucking wine! The only thing that filthy little whore has time to do, is get into the fucking bedroom, get her fucking knickers off, and get down on her fucking knees, with her fucking tits out. After she’s sucked on my cunt, she’s going to take my big rubber cock right up her tight little cunt, really fucking hard! While I’m fucking the little whore from one end, I want you to fuck her from the other end and unload down her throat. You and me are gonna pound both of her tight little cock-sockets, till she’s fucking sore, and begging for mercy!”

Wow!! That wasn’t the Lyndsey that I knew and loved, but someone entirely different; someone aggressive in the bedroom, in a way that I never seen, in somewhere around about ten years. She’d never been aggressive in the bedroom with me; always allowing me to be in charge. When we were alone after that, Lyndsey was just as meek and submissive in bed, as she ever had been before. She was only ever aggressive and dominant when we had a third partner in the bedroom with us, and not in all of the time that she did that, was she ever able to explain it, either to herself, or to me. I don’t think that Lyndsey actually knew why she was so aggressive with another woman. Still, I can’t deny that I found such behavior from my usually mild and meek little wife to be such a huge turn-on!

I don’t think that I had ever seen anything as erotic and arousing as when I watched my wife pushing her dildo inside her best friend’s vagina, groping her breasts and asking her, quote, “How does your tight little cunt like the feel of this big rubber cock shoved up it, in place of your last boyfriend’s little wiener, you dirty little fucking ginger slut-bitch?”

I discovered that Lyndsey quite enjoyed talking rude and dirty to her best friend, in bed, and it just turned me on even more; especially when she told me, quite bluntly to, “Come on sweetheart, feed that big cock right down the little whore’s throat, and squirt into her belly. Tickle the little slut’s nostrils with your pubes, and make her do what I won’t; make her swallow your foul-tasting fuck juice, before you feed that fucking huge cock up her tight little virgin ass. As you shag her up her ass, we’ll eat each others’ cunts, and between us, we’ll make the little slut scream really fucking loud!”

Lyndsey was certainly an effective dominatrix that morning, and many other mornings, getting anything sexual that she wanted from Sadie; either for herself, or whatever she wanted to see me do to her submissive little sex-slave. Sadie did what Lyndsey wanted, for sexual pleasure like nothing she’d ever known before. The father of her child hadn’t been able to compare with what we did to her, and in exchange for such pleasure, within reason, she was happy to do what she was told.

Eventually our fun stopped when Sadie found a man to love her. He was nearly twenty years her senior, and was quite well off. Lyndsey made the introductions, and a little later, told him a bit about Sadie. She told him, in no uncertain terms that the lovely young woman he fancied was “very dirty,” and had been “quite well trained by a skilled, well-endowed stud,” and “should not be a disappointment in the sack, although whether you can keep up with her appetite is another matter entirely!”

Sadie called round to see us the day after their first date and could barely believe that, “I fucked on the first date; bareback, too! You two have turned me into right little slut! When he took me home, he told me I was a dirty little bitch, which I suppose I am, and asked if he could see me, and more importantly, fuck me again! I’ve finally found a boyfriend who knows what to do with his dick, so I guess I can’t share your bed anymore. I’ll miss our fun together, especially eating Lyndsey’s minge every week, but I’ll have to be faithful to him. Can I come back to you, and be your little slut again, if it doesn’t work out?”

We told her that she could come back and be our little slut whenever she liked, but all in all, we’d prefer it if she didn’t need to come back; it would be better for her if she stayed with her sugar daddy for as long as he lived. They married eventually; her new husband adopting her son and getting her pregnant twice more. Lyndsey found us several other women to share over the years. All were younger than we were, attractive and full-figured. I never asked where they came from, or how Lyndsey got them to agree to share our bed on a regular basis, I just enjoyed having sex with them.

We replaced Sadie within three weeks. The replacement was Judith, a twenty-nine year old, large-breasted, red haired bisexual, just recently divorced.

Unbeknownst to me, Lyndsey had put ads in a couple of on-line personal contact magazines, the day that Sadie left us, advertising for what we wanted; or perhaps more accurately, what Lyndsey wanted for herself. I didn’t even get a say in the matter!
Wanted: An adventurous, bisexual, submissive lady, for a relatively well-off thirties couple to spoil. Male; 39, tall, slim, well-endowed and handsome, with blonde hair, blue eyes and ten inches of thick cock to play with. Female; 34, likes being spanked, very attractive, long brown hair, gray eyes, five feet tall, size eight, shaved pussy, hourglass figure, an ass like a peach, tits the size of watermelons with big, suckable nipples, and very dirty between the sheets.

Looking for someone with an adventurous spirit and an open mind, willing to try most things, and must be on the pill or with a contraceptive implant for bareback. Age, looks and race far less important than the size of your tits, the sweetness of your cunt-juices, and your willingness to obey your Mistress.

We got the first reply and a photograph within a few days. There were a total of four replies; three of which included photographs of the woman responding; the picture of the fourth one wouldn’t open up.

Lyndsey selected this reply, showed me the photograph that came with it, of an attractive red-haired woman, looking to be about twenty five or so, and asked my opinion. Her choice of words was pretty crude, as I had begun to expect. “Here, stud, how do think this red-head would look on her knees, with your cock buried, balls deep, down her throat, and one of my rubber ones rammed clit deep up her cunt at the same time?”

The advert read, “My name is Judith, I’m 29, and recently divorced. Since I married, I’ve been well-trained as a submissive by my dominant, cheating bastard of an ex-husband. I’m five feet three inches tall and I wear size four clothes. I have red hair, green eyes, and my contraceptive implant is good for at least another year. I have a nice ass, big, firm, juicy 46E tits, a tight shaven pussy, and I’m willing to obey my Mistress and do what she demands of me.

There’s little my ex-husband didn’t make me do at some point, so I’m as dirty as fuck and just gagging for a good shag. I’ve never been with a woman before, but I’ve always been at least a little bi-curious, interested in sex with another woman, and I’m willing to learn how to please my Mistress. I’ve always been broadminded when it comes to sex and I haven’t been laid in way too long, so I’m willing to start as soon as possible.

I can only play during the daytime, seeing as my daughter will be at school.”

We contacted Judith and invited her to have a meal with us, in a restaurant, on an afternoon of her choosing. We met up, and got on well. Lyndsey spelled out the terms and conditions to Judith, who agreed, quite readily, to be little more than our sex-slave slut, even addressing us as ‘Master’ and ‘Mistress.’ We arranged to meet up the following day, for our first sex session, but Judith insisted that we meet up at her house. It felt a little strange to me, having sex with a woman I’d really only just met, but the woman in question was quite willing. She did what Mistress demanded, and that included letting me have her, unprotected, and anally, quite willingly, that first afternoon, although Lyndsey did insist on having ‘first ride’, as she would with any woman she got to share a bed with us.

We spoiled our little sex-slave with gifts over the following few months; including what her daughter really wanted for Christmas; and that she couldn’t afford; the newest, not to mention ridiculously expensive, games console. We bought her some nice clothes, including silk lingerie, lace underwear, leather boots, satin blouses, and skirts. Our submissive slave was invited to have Christmas dinner with us, and to bring her daughter, who was only a few months younger than our own daughters, and the three of them got on well, fast becoming friends, the way children sometimes do.

Lyndsey cooked for all of us, as she insisted that a wife should, and the meal was substantially better than Judy would have cooked for herself and her daughter. Little Chloe’s face was a picture, as she opened the wrapping on the games console, and realized what she had just been given. Judy’s wasn’t much different either. Once the girls were playing together, we both found the opportunity to take Judy downstairs into the club and have sex with her. Chloe didn’t even notice that her mother was missing for nearly an hour and a half, as she serviced her Master and her Mistress! Lyndsey won the coin-toss, and went first, leaving me to keep an eye on the children. After a considerable time, she came back into the apartment and whispered into my ear, “Your turn to go downstairs and feed the little slut your meat. I left her bent over the bar, with her knickers around her ankles, waiting for you. Spank her ass if she’s moved! I got her to sling her cunt for me several times, but I left her ass alone for you, so that you can shaft her up there really hard, and make her scream as loud as you like! No one will hear, except the pair of you.”

When I got downstairs, Judy was still bent over the bar, with her panties around her ankles, and I made love to her. Lyndsey refused to use the term; insisting that she made love only to me; she did not, under any circumstances, make love to ‘squeezes.’ Lyndsey’s opinion of squeezes was pretty simple, and pretty crude. She said that, “All they are, are cheap, easy, sluts for us to fuck.”

Perhaps Lyndsey’s head said things like that about those attractive women, but her heart said otherwise. She cared for each and every one of them; she was always buying them presents, and as often as not, in the cases of those with children, buying presents for the children as well. Those children often got birthday, and Christmas, presents that their mothers couldn’t afford to give them; frequently with their mothers’ names on them, rather than her own. She always liked to see their faces as they opened the gift-wrapped boxes, and peered at what was inside.

We kept Judy for nearly a year, before she outgrew us, and moved on into the swinging scene for real. There was no way in hell that Lyndsey was going to put up with that. She liked seeing me ejaculate in Judy, but if Judy wanted to let other men do the same to her as well, then she had to go; too much risk of me getting poxed like that, and then of me giving Lyndsey the pox, too. We kept in touch with Judy over the years, because we parted on good terms.

It didn’t take Lyndsey long to get us a replacement, and I was very surprised to be introduced to Maria; an attractive, busty, five foot, nine inch, colored woman, in her mid twenties. Ever since Sadie, Lyndsey had insisted on big breasts on the second woman to be in our bed; she always claimed to be a ‘tit woman’. As Lyndsey joked, later that day, “I’m not racist sweetheart; I’m not bothered about the color of a squeeze’s skin. What is important is the fact that she gets her tits out, drops her knickers, bends over, and opens her legs when I tell her I want to fuck her with my big rubber cock.

If she gets her womanly parts out for me, when I tell her to, then she’s acceptable in my books. I don’t care what culture she’s from, what language she speaks, or what god she worships; I’m far more concerned about the size of her tits, the tightness of her pussy, and her skills at both licking my pussy, and at sucking your cock. I want to see you give her a milky facial, while I squeeze her tits and fuck her hard from behind, during the first fuck session we have. We need to make sure that she understands the situation quite clearly!”

When we were in bed that night, Lyndsey asked me if I’d ever bedded a black girl before, and then wanted the ‘dirty, juicy, details,’ when I admitted that I had.

(I was nineteen, and at a birthday celebration. My best friend and his twin sister were celebrating their eighteenth birthday, and had convinced their parents to leave them alone with some friends. One of those guests was a busty eightteen year old colored girl, Katie. The drink flowed, along with the music, and Katie seemed to spend an inordinate amount of time with me. I figured that she fancied me, so I decided to take a little risk. I kissed her, and stuck a hand up her blouse to fondle one of her breasts. I didn’t get slapped, so I put the other hand up her skirt, running my fingers over the gusset of her panties. When that didn’t get my face slapped, I put my other hand up her skirt as well, pulled her panties down a few centimeters, to slip a single finger inside her vagina, and I still didn’t get slapped.

That was like a red flag to a bull, really; groping her at a party; blatantly so, and not getting kicked in the crotch or slapped around the head. Deciding that I wanted to have sex with her, I took my reputation into my hands and asked her if she wanted to go somewhere far quieter to continue what we were already doing, and I could barely believe it when she said ‘yes’.

On the way to my home, I asked Katie how far she wanted to go, and she told me that if I had condoms, for the first time in her life, she’d go ‘all the way’ with me. I’d never slept with a virgin before, and it felt really dirty somehow; bedding an inebriated virgin like that. We didn’t bother with a great deal of foreplay, because we were both so turned on, and before too long, I had Katie on her back, as I gently penetrated her for the first time. Katie admitted that she hadn’t expected my manhood to be quite so big, and was a bit scared. I couldn’t do much, other than offer to let her back out, and then promise to be gentle, when she wanted to continue, but I still hurt her a little, with the first penetration. She left me later that night, after a romp of about three and a half hours, quite satisfied, but came back in the morning, admitting that she’d enjoyed the previous night, but begging me not tell anyone about what I’d done to her.

The effects of the alcohol had worn off both of us by then, and to be honest, I felt like a bit of a bastard for what we’d done; she was somewhat drunk after all. I felt a bit sleazy, so we decided that we wouldn’t tell anyone what we’d done, and we’d deny it if we were asked.

Whether anyone would believe our denials was another matter entirely, seeing as several people had seen me feeling her up, and noticed that we left together. We decided to tell the story that we had intended to have sex, but when she saw the size of my manhood, Katie got cold feet and backed out before giving me her cherry. The story was accepted, the way we wanted, by the majority of people.)

There were several more ‘squeezes,’ as Lyndsey called them, over the following few years. Lyndsey brought home no less than fourteen of them, possibly a couple more. By comparison, I got all of one, and in all fairness, that one got me. She was twenty one, married, and five months pregnant. She’d only just discovered that her husband was cheating on her. She agreed to forgive him, if she could have an affair, too. Just a one night stand would do; simply to make him feel the way she did.

She simply wanted him sitting at home, knowing that his darling wife was off out, getting screwed by another bloke. Therefore, she walked into the nearest bar and looked around for someone suitable to bed, and for whatever reason, she picked me. When I told her I was married, she suggested that I could share her with my wife; if my wife didn’t mind, then neither would she. I wondered about whatever chance we could have to bed the pregnant woman, seeing as our daughters were in our home! They were in their mid teens by then, so I invited Lyndsey down into the bar level, and then took the two women into a quiet room in the building. It was the only time I ever bedded a heavily pregnant, not to mention married, woman, (apart from the one who was married to me, and she didn’t want to make love when heavily pregnant), and felt a little funny. It also seemed dirty, somehow. I think it was due to the fact that she was carrying her husband’s child, as much as the fact that she wanted to be ridden bareback. She wanted her cheating husband to see the evidence of her infidelity when she returned home and got into their bed with him.

Our prize catch was a girl Lyndsey first described to me as, “A tall blonde, with a pretty face, an ass I desperately want to spank, big tits I can’t wait to get out and suck, and a mouth I want clamped around my pussy lips in the next few minutes. I want to fuck her into the middle of next week!” Boy, was she something else!

Lyndsey had originally been in the bar I managed, seeing as our daughters were away on a school trip, and the manager’s job came with a four bedroom apartment above the bar. The blonde had made a clear play to get Lyndsey into bed, despite the wedding ring. Lyndsey had approached me, pointed out the blonde and asked me, with no preamble, if I would allow her to take the blonde to bed that night, for the sole purpose of having extra-marital sex with her. I was reminded about the two weeks I spent slipping Sadie my length while Lyndsey was in hospital, so I agreed to let her, “shag the blonde girl senseless in our bed tonight, sweetheart. If she’s still there when you finish, and if she fancies it, then I’ll share her with you; I promise I will!” the way she wanted. That was about nine o’clock.

When I got into the apartment at about one o’clock the only thing I could hear from the bedroom were orgasmic groans as the two of them were still at it. The two of them were on the bed, Lyndsey on top, and her first words when I walked in were, “Hey sweetheart, what do you think of the tits on this teenage slag? Have a feel and tell me what you think.” I noticed that the owner of the breasts hadn’t even been asked whether she minded me feeling her up, but I also noticed that she made no protest. They were big and firm and I commented as such after having a good feel of them. Then I settled down to watch in the corner of the bedroom, and it was quite entertaining. The blonde girl was completely bald down below, and I could see the way her vagina was turning red from the way my darling little wife had been using it for her own pleasure.

As I sat, watching, Lyndsey instructed the blonde girl; neither of us knew her name at the time, to, “Open your mouth, darling, it’s time to have it filled full of cock.” She refused at first, eventually agreeing when she was told, “If you want to be on this bed with me, ever again, you’ll suck my husband’s cock, and swallow his cum, and you’ll do it right fucking now, you dirty little blonde slut! You knew that the price for sharing my bed was servicing my husband if you were still here when he finished work. I told you that you’d be taking sperm in at least one of your tight little teenage holes tonight. I expect that you’d prefer it in your mouth, rather than in your sore little cunt, or up your virgin ass, but if you prefer it in either of those ways, I’m sure that it can be arranged.

I’ll give you twenty seconds to have one of your cock-sockets full of my husband’s cock; I don’t suppose he’ll care which hole he sticks it in, as long as he sticks it in one of them; otherwise, you know where your clothes are. You can put them on, and piss off home, and it’s the last time you’ll ever get to sit on my face, the way you enjoy so much. Now, get your fucking mouth open you dirty little cheap whore!” Whoever she was, she didn’t like it, but she did what Lyndsey told her to do; opening her mouth for me to place my manhood in.

When Lyndsey saw the blonde, with her mouth full of my penis, her eyes seemed to light up with amusement, as her fingers wandered, and she talked dirty to the girl, telling her what to do.

Once the girl had gotten dressed and gone home, I asked Lyndsey what her name was, and was quite surprised when she didn’t know. “You fucked her for more than four hours, and you don’t know her name?” I asked.
“Nope,” she replied, as if she couldn’t have cared less, and to be fair, she probably couldn’t have cared much less.
“So what did you address her as,” seemed like a reasonable question.
“Whatever I felt like! She answered to ‘bitch’, ‘slut’ or ‘whore’, and they did for me. When she was in the elevator up to the apartment, and I told her to get her fucking knickers off, I told her that with her attitude, she really was a dirty little fucking slut, and she didn’t complain. Later on, I got her to admit what she was. She answered to ‘dirty bitch’ so I made do with that.” I was stunned, at that. I knew that Lyndsey had played a dominatrix before, but never quite like that. “She was the most fun I’ve ever had with a squeeze before, and I’m gonna have plenty more fun with her if I get my way; and judging by the noises she made, I am gonna get my way. I’m gonna make her moan, groan, and scream a whole lot more. From now on, that blonde teenage bitch is gonna be my little fucking whore, and she’s gonna do whatever the fuck I tell her to do.”
“Whatever you tell her?”
“Like tonight, sweetheart. I don’t think she was a virgin, but she hadn’t had a big cock up her cunt, before she took my big strap-on, all the way in.”
“You gave her the big one?” I asked, because I figured it would be unusual for Lyndsey to use that one on such a young girl.
“Fuck yeah; I gave her the big one all right; all eleven inches of it, hard, and from behind; like the dirty little bitch that she is; and the way I love to take your cock. If only you’d been there to watch, because you should have heard the way the little slut moaned, and squealed, as I shoved it all the way up her! She originally didn’t want me to use the big one on her, but when I showed her how easily it went up my cunt, she bent over to take it up hers when I told her to. Of course I neglected to mention the fact that I’ve had two children, and therefore am nowhere near as tight as she is.

She lay on her back first, with those gorgeous tits out, and I teased her until she was just begging to be fucked; promising me any position I wanted. After that, I got her onto her knees, with her tits in my hands, and I slowly fed that big rubber cock right up her tight little teenage cunt. It took me a while, and lots of lube to get it right up her the first time, but once it was in, I saw to her good and proper; making her scream out loud with her first orgasm! After that, she got on her knees and she begged me to fuck her again. As you saw, her pussy was turning red, when you arrived in the bedroom. I wasn’t surprised though; seeing as I had shoved the biggest of my strap-on cocks, right up her, for about the eighth or the ninth time by then; I kinda lost count after what I think, although I’m not sure, was the fifth go up that tight teenage cunt. You’re going to enjoy plowing her, too, and cumming right up her cunt; you’ll love how tight her cunt feels around your cock! She’s also very noisy in her pleasure; as you no doubt noticed, she screamed a lot as I rammed her sopping hole! At the beginning of next week, I want to watch you ram the blonde slut, hard, before I nail her up her virgin ass as well!”

We saw the girl again the following week, and after learning a little about her, properly saw to her in the bed, as Lyndsey dominated her properly; making sure that she knew who was Mistress, and who was the submissive bitch who was going to do whatever she was commanded to do. It was very clear, when Lyndsey pushed Leigh into her second act of anal sex, with me, that Leigh was always going to be submissive to Lyndsey. Originally she wanted Lyndsey to make me wear a condom, but Lyndsey wasn’t having any of that, pointing out that, “I have an implant you stupid little cunt; what do we need rubbers for? You will do whatever I tell you to do, whenever I tell you to do it, and now I am telling you to take my husband’s cock up your almost virgin ass, bareback! I want to see him shoot his load right inside you. Obey, or suffer the punishment!”

Leigh obeyed, although I had little idea of what the punishment might have been.

I was surprised to find that Leigh was an eighteen year old student, at university here in D.C. with one ex-boyfriend, who had seduced her at the age of sixteen, and who had never slept with another woman before she met Lyndsey. However, it was lust at first sight, with a sensual older woman. Despite being in her early forties though, I don’t think that Lyndsey liked being referred to as an ‘older woman.’ We arranged for Leigh to come to our place on a Tuesday morning, and a Friday afternoon, as those were times when Leigh wouldn’t be at university, and our children wouldn’t be home, and the three of us had sex for a couple of hours. Occasionally, Leigh came around to see us for reasons other than sex, if she was feeling lonely, because she never had many friends, although on those occasions we did try and get sufficient peace somewhere to have sex with her at least once.

That first morning, Lyndsey basically dictated to Leigh that she was going to be Lyndsey’s sex slave. She could agree to obey her Mistress, in whatever ‘depraved sex acts’ Mistress demanded, or she could go home; it was her choice. Like any woman though, ‘No,’ was always in her vocabulary; any time she wanted to leave, we would open the door for her. She would never be made to do anything she didn’t want to do; Lyndsey called that ‘rape,’ and pointed out that we weren’t that way inclined. She admitted to knowing what it felt like to be raped, and said that she never wanted to feel as if she was doing that to another woman. We wanted a willing partner; one we would give pleasure to, when she was in our bedroom.

It was clear to both Lyndsey and myself, right from the start, that Leigh’s interest in sex with the two of us, centered entirely on Lyndsey; I just got in the way of that. Leigh knew though, that if she wanted Lyndsey, then she had to accept my participation in events. That changed within the first couple of months though, as she realized how much pleasure she could get, from letting me make love to her, in a way that her ex never really managed to do.

The change in attitude manifested in an unusual way. One day I was sitting in my office, up to my ears in paperwork; which I’ve always hated, when there was a knock on the door. I figured that there would only have been myself and Lyndsey in the building, seeing as our daughters were out, and would be out for hours. Besides which, it wasn’t as if any of those three ever knocked on the door, anyway; they just barged right in! I got up to open the door, quite puzzled as to who I could expect to find on the other side of it, and was quite surprised to see Leigh standing there, wearing what she called her ‘I’ve just been on the receiving end of a big rubber dick,’ look.

Clearly Lyndsey had arranged the outfit for her, and brought her to me, quickly leaving after knocking on the door, because Leigh would have been unable to reach the office, wearing that blindfold, and she wouldn’t have been able to knock on the door, with her hands cuffed behind her back.

She was a lovely, sexy sight, I must admit. She was wearing a short skirt, high boots and a silk blouse; and they were all she was wearing. The skirt had been turned sideways, with only the top button fastened, and the material was pulled up and pinned to the lower portion of her blouse, baring her vagina, which had clearly been recently put to use; there was artificial lubricant spread around the outside of it, and spread around the top couple of inches of her thighs. The blouse had been opened all the way to the collar button, and the bottom button fastened behind her back, baring her magnificent firm teenage breasts. Written in Lyndsey’s elegant handwriting, on the area of skin where her pubes should have been were the words ‘Insert cock here, sweetie’ with an arrow pointing down to her vagina.

I grabbed one of her arms, pulled her into the office, and shut the door. Then I pushed her back against the door, cupped her breasts, and kissed her. It was something that Lyndsey never liked to see me doing. To this day, I haven’t figured that one out. I never figured out how it was worse for Lyndsey to see me kissing another woman, than it was for her to see me having every kind of sex imaginable with that same woman, but that was how it was.

“Mistress’s compliments,” Leigh said, after I’d stopped kissing her. “You must be getting bored with paperwork by now, so Mistress sends some entertainment, and I’m ready to serve.”
“Serve?” I asked.
“Yes Master. I have my orders from Mistress. I’m to have one load of cum shot up into my slit, and another load splattered all over my face, and then I’m to be sent back upstairs to Mistress, so that she can see that I’ve been an obedient slave.”
“You didn’t say anything about being on the pill, before.” I observed.
“I’m not,” she answered.
“You’re not on the pill, and you want unprotected sex?” I asked; quite surprised, as you might expect.
“Mistress commanded it of me, so I will do as I am told. If I don’t, I’ll be punished again.”
“Punished?” I asked.
“Yes Master; punished. When I told Mistress that I didn’t want to have your baby, she promised me an abortion if I fell pregnant, and then she bent me over her lap and spanked me for questioning her order. Mistress spanks hard, too! Then she repeated her order, threatening me with another spanking if I didn’t do what I was told.”
“What was the order she gave you?”
“I can’t repeat it; I’m not allowed to use such foul language.”
“She won’t hear you, and I won’t tell her.”
“You promise, Master?” Leigh asked.
“Of course,” I assured her.
“Ok then. Mistress reminded me that I’m no better than a dirty little fucking blonde slut-bitch from the projects, where Mistress says I would be popular among the locals; especially dressed like this. Mistress said that she only keeps me around for the pretty face she likes to sit on, the big firm tits she likes to squeeze, and the fact that I’m a dirty, obedient little cunt who takes cock any way that she’s told to. She told me that I’m only good for one thing anyway; spreading my legs for cock, and then she told me to get my cute, shapely, tight, whorish little ass into your office, and beg you to fill my barely legal little cunt with spunk, and then squirt more spunk all over my pretty face. I have to do both, to avoid being punished, so, please Master, fill my cunt with spunk, and then squirt on my face, because really I am just Mistress’ filthy little blonde slut-whore. I suppose that I may as well be your filthy little slut-whore, too.

How do you want me, Master; bent over the edge of your desk, or on my back, on the floor; I’ll let you do it to me any way you want.”
“Up against the wall,” I replied, figuring that it would be more comfortable for her than being bent over the sharp, wooden desk edge. There wasn’t a great deal of space on the floor either, so I maneuvered Leigh into the correct position, with her back up against the office wall, and then, keeping hold of those magnificent big firm breasts, I began to make love to her.

Before too long I decided to turn her round, rolled up the back of her mini-skirt, and got her to keep hold of it in her hands. Then, pressing her breasts into the wall, I pulled her hips away from it, and eased myself back inside her, telling her that, “You’re right about what you are, Leigh; you’re a filthy little eighteen year old whore. But you’re a downright beautiful, filthy little whore. If I wasn’t married, I’d love to do this to you every day.” From the angle of her face, I swear that she blushed slightly from the compliment on her beauty, and on her desirability. Feeling the moment of climax approaching, I withdrew most of my manhood from her vagina, and I gave Leigh another chance to back out, before I ejaculated inside her. The feeling of Leigh pushing her hips back to push my penis back inside her vagina, and the whispered instruction to, “Just fill my tight little teenage cunt with spunk, Master, please. I’ve never had a man spunk in my cunt before and I don’t care about the consequences. I want you to be the first to initiate my cunt, and I don’t care if you get me up the duff because of it!” was one of those feelings; the description of which just can’t be put into words. Therefore I took a firm grip on Leigh’s hips, and buried myself right back inside her.

It felt a little strange to me, to be ejaculating inside Leigh; knowing that we weren’t using any contraception, and knowing that I could get her pregnant, but she wanted me to, so I did.

After I had sex with Leigh, I got back to my paperwork, but I left my pants around my ankles, and a few minutes later, Leigh maneuvered herself around my desk, with my directions, difficult though it was with the blindfold still on, inviting me to hold out my manhood and guide her open mouth around it. Then she went down on me; reminding me to ejaculate all over her face, after which she asked for my assistance in operating the elevator, so that she could go back to her beautiful Mistress, to be inspected for obedience, and as I watched my semen trickling down her face, dripping onto her breasts, she looked just so dirty, that I could quite happily have taken her again, and again and again. I failed to resist the temptation to slip a couple of fingers inside her, and then gently put them into her mouth to have them sucked clean. I’d have kissed her again if it hadn’t been for the semen that I’d squirted on her face.

Apparently Mistress was pleased with her little slave’s obedience, and didn’t spank her again. Lyndsey sent Leigh into the shower to clean the ‘disgusting mess’ off her skin, ready to take her back into the bedroom, tie her to the bed, and sit on her face for a sixty-nine. I had been surprised at first, both that Lyndsey would go down on her slave, seeing as she had semen in her vagina, and that Leigh enjoyed letting Lyndsey treat her so badly, obeying Mistress’ commands, but it was quite clear that she did enjoy it. The worse she was treated, the happier she seemed to be.

Later that night, I tried to tactfully get Lyndsey talking about what we’d done with Leigh earlier on. I guess I wasn’t quite tactful enough, because Lyndsey figured out what the conversation was going to be about and said, “I know I spanked her a bit too hard, so I apologized when you sent the cum-splattered mess back to me. I asked what she wanted from me, to make up for my bad behavior. Next time she’s here, she wants to see me with my mouth full of your sperm, and then I’m to swallow the lot. Clearly she really wants to punish me, because after that, I’m to bend over, and take the big dildo, rear entry, as she squeezes my tits and spanks my buttocks, while you fire another load down my throat.”

Rear entry was one thing squeezes weren’t allowed to do to Lyndsey; that was the one thing that she reserved for me alone, but she must have been feeling guilty at her treatment of Leigh, to allow that; especially with the biggest of her double ended dildos. That was bigger than my real penis, and so far it had never been fed into her anus; into several squeezes’ anuses, yes; including Leigh’s, but never between the halves of Mistress’ lovely, plump little peach.

Two days later, that changed. We got Lyndsey onto the bed, naked, and I settled down above her head, feeding my penis into her mouth, as Leigh eased two fingers into her vagina, and began to talk dirty to her. I’ll probably never forget the way an eighteen year old girl told my darling wife to, “That’s it, you filthy little fucking slut; you take that cock to the back of your dirty mouth, and milk it for all it’s got. Take every drop down into your belly, like the good little whore that you are!”

When Lyndsey had swallowed my semen, Leigh got her onto all fours on the bed, and demanded that she part her plump buttocks, to be lubed up for the big rubber prick; she wasn’t going to get away with taking one of the smaller ones. Just the sight of that big rubber penis being fed into my little wife’s anus was enough to turn me on again, and listening to the way Leigh talked to Lyndsey, the way Lyndsey usually talked to Leigh, just made it even better; especially when she told me to, “Come on stud, it’s time for the dirty little bitch’s second helping of man-milk. Stick it as far down her throat as it’ll go; she’ll deep-throat you now, and if she knows what’s good for her, she’d better fucking swallow!”

Within an hour, Leigh had also taken the big rubber phallus, rear-entry, as she sucked on the real phallus, and that was probably one of the best sessions the three of us ever had, especially the moment that Leigh took front and rear entry at the same time. Within a month, Leigh missed a period, seeing as her Mistress had demanded to see her with a vagina full of semen on a regular basis. She missed the next period, too, so she was clearly pregnant. She swore that I was the only man she’d had sex with, so the baby must have been mine. She needed an abortion, which we paid for, as Mistress promised we would, and we got her a supply of the pill at the same time, so that I could have her unprotected, whenever Mistress demanded it, and Mistress demanded it quite frequently.

We bedded Leigh all the way through her university course, until she went home, and, as my darling little wife put it, ‘If a girl could get a qualification for slutiness, she’d get whatever the top mark was.”

We got a single letter from Leigh, about six or seven months after she went back home, to take her place in the family business. She told us that she’d missed us terribly, until she found a new Master and Mistress to serve. Apparently Leigh’s new owners were an experienced dominatrix, in her early thirties, and her husband, and the pair of them had put Leigh through her paces at the end of their first ‘date’, and had pronounced Leigh the best little slave they’d ever had. Leigh also conveyed the thanks of her new owners, to the couple who had trained her as a submissive, so well. She was already pregnant with her Master’s baby and was going to be rewarded for going full-term with the child and giving it up to her Mistress to adopt, because Mistress couldn’t have one of her own. There was no return address on the letter, so we were unable to send a reply, and there were no more letters. Leigh was our last little squeeze; we just never did get around to replacing her.

I think it was simply the fact that we knew we’d never get any better than Leigh; anyone else would be an anti-climax.

At one point, I had offered Lyndsey a threesome with another bloke, or a foursome, with another couple, if she wanted it. It was, I said, only fair, after the amount of other women I’d gotten to have sex with, while I was married to Lyndsey. She wouldn’t hear of it, despite being curious as to the amount of pleasure she may have been able to get from another man. A couple we’d known for years had always been into the swinging scene for as long as we’d known them, and they’d talked to us about it many times; offering to take us with them one night, because they thought we’d both be well received at one of the parties they attended. She liked the look of me, and he liked the look of my wife, and both figured that the opinions would be shared by many of the other swingers. I knew that Lyndsey was curious, solely from her facial expressions; I could read her like a book by then! To be fair, though, she could also read me like a book, and she’d been able to do it for far longer than I had been able to read her. I asked her why she didn’t want to do it, because I could clearly see that she was interested, and received a reply I would not have imagined, even though I had known her more than twenty years by then.

She took me by the hand and silently led me into the bedroom, before picking up one of her rubber penises and saying, “If we bring another woman into this bedroom, and I put this on, I can have as much fun with her as you can. I can orgasm from sticking this into her pussy, in the same way that she can orgasm from you putting the real thing into hers. If we bring another man to bed, you don’t have that option. I can’t see you wanting to bugger another bloke; nor him wanting to do that to you, so it would simply be unfair to you, for me to have the fun of a second man in the bedroom, while you got nothing in return!

I’ll do it for you, if you really want to watch another bloke fuck me; I’ll kneel on the bed and let him fill me with his sperm if you want me to, but I’m not really bothered about it myself. I don’t need extra-marital cock, sweetheart, considering the size of yours, and the ability you have to pleasure me with it, whenever you feed it to me. After all, I have you, and you’re all I’ll ever need!”

She knelt down at my feet, and said, “I appreciate the offer though, sweetheart, and I’ll not forget the consideration that prompted you to make it. I promised you, before our very first threesome, that I would never ask your permission to bed another man, and it’s a promise I will keep until the day I die, or the day you get another woman, and don’t share her with me! I’ll be content with using one of my rubber cocks on whichever women you or I can get to drop their knickers for us. If you fancy some extra-marital cunt, sweetheart, then as long as you bring that self-same cunt home, for me to have my share of, with my big rubber cock, I’ll let you have first ride; I’ll contentedly watch you spray your load inside her, if she’s dirty enough to let you do that. I might even lick it out of her afterwards, as you ride me. That’s the closest we’ll get to fair fun for both of us; a bi-babe we can both fuck, and I’ll be content with that.” Then she reached into the bedside cabinet for a condom, to thank me for the offer I’d just made!

I explained to my darling little wife, that it wasn’t something I wanted to see; I just thought that after she’d brought so many women home, and permitted me to have my wicked way with them, that it would be mean of me not to allow her another man, on occasion, if she wanted to permit one to have his wicked way with her. For the next couple of days, Lyndsey bent over backwards to please me; she was so moved by my willingness to let her have another man, regardless of my thoughts, if it was what she wanted.

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Once upon a time, there was a young woman, who lived with her parents on a small farm by the edge of a forest.

Once upon a time, there was a young woman, who lived with her parents on a small farm by the edge of a forest. Everyone called her Red, because her grandmother, who the girl loved dearly, had given her a red riding hood, that was her favourite piece of clothing and which she wore every day. And also, because her real name translated to something like “Dawn of the Earth Serpent”, which is not only a whole mouthful but also somewhat intimidating. Red blamed her mother, though, who was something of a strange spiritualistic woman and into that sort of thing.

One day, the sun tickled Red’s nose, waking her when it was just getting light. Even though she was already a grown woman, she was still living with her parents, mainly because she couldn’t afford a place of her own and, since they lived somewhat secluded, she also had not met a suitable husband who would take an interest in her. So, she did what she did every morning: Reach over to her nightstand, grab the candle from its holder, run it between her legs and gently, but firmly, insert it between her wet, wide labia.

Oh how she enjoyed those early morning fucks. No one would disturb her giving her ample time to finish while her wet dreams still lingered in her mind, providing her with multiple images to feed upon. The sun shone through her window, feeling warm on her naked skin and giving her brunette pubes a slightly golden glow…

She pushed the candle deep, thinking of the tall, dark stranger of her dreams. No, make that a group of strangers. A whole army. Tall, strange men, chasing her, ripping the clothes off her body, leaving her naked and vulnerable, then taking her hard and forcibly. Oh god, they were all over her, their hands grabbing her small, petite breasts, pulling her legs open, their cocks entering her deep, from the front, the back, her mouth. God, her mouth. She would definitely want one in her mouth.

“Red?” Her mother’s voice from outside her door startled her. Hastily, she hid the candle.

“Y-yes,” she replied squeaking, hoping to sound sleepy.

“Hurry and get up,” was the reply. “You need to go see grandmother today.”

Red sighed. She loved her grandmother, but getting torn prematurely from her early morning masturbation was not a good start for the day. Nonetheless, if she had to go see her, she would need to leave soon since the old woman lived deep in the forest, all by herself. The girl put the candle back into its holder, eyeing it one last time with a sorrowful look, then got out of bed.

She dressed herself in just a simple, lose dress. It was summer after all, and warm, and since she wanted to wear her red riding hood she didn’t want to wear anything hot underneath. When she climbed down from her small bedroom in the attic, her mother handed her a basket filled with cake, a few vegetables and a bottle of wine for grandma. “Now, remember to stay on the path and don’t delay,” said her mother. “Bad things happen to young ladies who don’t listen to their elders and just go wherever they want. Don’t be like that, my little Earth Serpent Dawn.”

Red sighed. She wished her mom would just stop with the pagan stuff already. She hurried to get to the door, mumbling something like “Yes, of course, I’ll be good and go straight to grandma’s, don’t worry” as she put on a pair of sandals and her hood. Then she was ready to go.

Red had wandered for a while on the path through the forest when she finally stopped. The sun was shining so nice and warm, the birds were singing and everything was peaceful and quiet around her, so she decided to take a little break and just enjoy herself and a little clearing just right off the road seemed like the perfect place to rest. The young woman pranced there and just let herself fall down into the soft, green grass, the sun shining into her face and a soft, warm breeze blowing across her body. A familiar urge began to stir within her.

Surely nobody was watching her? This old road was so remote and secluded that she had never encountered a soul in all the times she had visited her grandma, so finally, Red began to disrobe, stripping off her thin, flowing dress and letting it fall to the ground, until she all that remained was her hood. The breeze was blowing softly across her naked body, giving her pleasant goosebumps and Red felt as free and as light as the wind. She spread her legs, and emptied her bladder, still full from her breakfast, enjoying the freedom to just pee wherever she liked and at the same time strangely turned on by the possibility of a stranger watching her.

Glancing around, she reached between her legs where a trickle of piss still ran from her labia, and slid her fingers between her slit, beginning to feel once more, inside of her tingling little hole, itching for the sweet relief that she had been denied earlier in the morning. Her eyes fell on the basket.

Certainly, grandma didn’t need all those vegetables? That one carrot looked like it was just the right size. Red took it out, turning it over and over in her hand, before bringing it up to her mouth. Without taking a bite, she started to suck on the thick, orange stick that got bigger and bigger the farther down her throat she pushed, until finally she took it back out and with a relieved groan, inserted it into her muff. Looking down, she liked the contrast of the orange stub with her bushy brunette pubes, and even more how the rough surface of the carrot was rubbing inside her, reaching deep up her little unfucked twat.

Red stood with her legs spread, fucking herself hard for quite a while until she became frustrated. As nice as the carrot was, it didn’t reach deep enough. With the vegetable plugging her hole, she frantically went through the basket in search of something more suitable and finally just grabbed the bottle. It was smooth and hard and the neck was thick and long. It looked like it could go all the way up her baby chute. Hastily, she sat it on the ground, pulled the carrot out and then squatted down on the cold, hard glass.

It slid up inside her easily, lubricated by her sopping, wet cunt juices. Red would get embarrassingly wet just from thinking about sex, and when she was actually engaged in it, her pussy became a river of differing juices, all flowing together into a big, grand, smelly, slick mix. She began riding the bottle, grabbing her tits and rubbing them hard, moaning loudly. Nobody would be able to hear her for miles around and she felt no shame in yelling her lust out into the wild. Right there, in the forests, she was nothing more than a little bitch in heat, fucking herself as wild and free as any other animal.

Suddenly, she became aware that she did have a stranger watching her after all, for when she turned her head in ecstasy, she saw a lone, grey wolf, standing at the edge of the clearing, quietly eyeing her. When she didn’t show any sign of fear or indeed made any attempt to stop, the large, muscular animal slowly came closer, until his nose began to sniff between her legs. Red shivered, excited from the attention and the prospect of finding an actual mate. “You like my little cunny?” she asked the dog, teasingly. “You want to join in?”

Turning around, Red noticed the wolf’s penis already growing underneath him, thick and red, almost purple, bursting with pride and lust. She bent over and reached underneath him, stroking the large member gently with her hands, before taking the tip into her mouth. The wolf held still and let her pass. Red began to suck on the dog cock eagerly, keeping the bottle lodged inside her and still riding it rhythmically while trying to get the big red dick into her mouth as deep as possible. This was better than she had expected.

Soon, she lost all inhibition, just lusting for more, stronger, harder fucking. She grabbed the sticky carrot again and pushed it up her puckered asshole, making sure to have all her orifices stuffed, while nibbling ferociously on the wolf’s pulsing member. A strange, sharp taste began to fill her mouth when the wolf started ejaculating, only slightly at first, its semen erupting in little spurts. Red swallowed it quickly, but didn’t let up, as she felt there was a much more in there just waiting to come out.

She would not be disappointed. His cock began to swell up and finally shot large, gooey, sticky loads of cum into the young woman’s hungry mouth, making her gag and drool some of it out of the corners of her mouth and down her chin, but gargling and swallowing most of it down. She was the fuck-mare of every wild animal and proud of it. Rolling onto her back in the grass, she let the rest of the wolf’s semen run across her face and tits, rubbing it on her skin and then dozed off, filled and satisfied, her holes still stuffed, the smell of cum in her nose.

When she awoke, the animal was nowhere to be seen, and time had progressed considerably. The sun was already past its zenith and she was growing hungry. With a sigh, she sat up, closing her eyes and enjoying the warm rays of sunlight on her naked skin once more, as she released her hot urine down into the cool, soft grass.

She was still horny and began rubbing her pussy while the warm stream shot out of her slit. She smeared some of her pee across her tits and belly. She loved the smell and the smell of cum which still lingered on her. It seemed to create an intoxicating mixture of unreserved horniness, making her feel free and alive. She loved being out by herself and finally being able to do all the things she always wanted without having to worry about interruptions from her parents.

Longing for yet another thing to fuck herself with, she began to rummage through her basket, discovering a nice, rough cucumber and a thin, hard sausage that her mother had packed, both of which looked like they were just the right size for her. Oh Red, she thought, you’re such a filthy harlot, and your holes are always itching for more, but, oh … does it feel good. Still dripping from pee she started drilling the thick green vegetable into her twat, pushing it deep inside her all the way. It slid in easily from all her wetness and the rough, spotty skin of the cucumber was rubbing against her insides so good, making her feel every little push and drill.

She bent over in the warm, soft grass, sticking her butt up in the air and started to fuck herself with the cucumber fast and deep, while her other hand was just gently playing around with her asshole. Oh, how she longed to get that one filled as well, but for a while she restrained herself, wanting to make the moment last as long as possible. Finally though, she replaced her fingers with the thin, hard sausage and pushed it in hard, forcing her anus open as it entered her. With both holes stuffed once more, she gasped and moaned, without restraint, not caring who would hear her lustful yells in the depths of the forest. And who would? There was no settlement anywhere around here.

Panting and sweating, she fucked herself rhythmically, alternating between the vegetable and the sausage, getting the long thin shaft deep up inside her ass, until she came again, slowly riding it out, her legs shaking until she rolled over and lay on her side in the grass, both holes still plugged deep.

Hungry. She was hungry now, and reached for the basked to satisfy her grumbling belly. Going through its contents she settled on a small slice of cake and an apple. Surely, grandmother wouldn’t miss those and she still had a long way to go. She needed to regain her strength, after all.

As she was still nibbling on the apple, a pony came trotting by and began to sniff at her cautiously. It must’ve ran off from one of the grazing grounds by the village, Red thought, and was probably hungry as well. She held out the rest of the apple and the animal gobbled it down quickly, whinnying gratefully in return. She stroked his mane and whispered calm, sweet things to the small horse, when she noticed his already enlarged member dangling between his legs, currently dripping something.

“Mmh, you need to get some relief down there too, huh?” she giggled gleefully as she got down on her knees next to the back of the pony. “Well, it’s a good thing I’m so thirsty.”

She reached out and grabbed the long, grey shaft of the horse’s cock and began to stroke it gently. She ran its mushroom-shaped head between her wide, full tits, feeling it pulse gently while it lubricated the gap between her breasts with its secretions. It became long and hard very quickly, and Red found herself licking all around the head of the cock with pleasure, experiencing yet another different taste. It was less pronounced than the dog cock but still clearly beastly, with a musty, leathery smell, and something else…

Before she had time to figure out what it was, the cock suddenly erupted and sprayed warm piss all over her like a water hose. Laughing, Red directed the long shaft down at her tits, getting soaked all over her torso, showering in the horse’s pee. That’s what made him hard so fast, she thought and gently stroked along his shaft as the stream subsided, resuming the caresses with her tongue and lips. She managed to get all of the thick, bulbous head into her mouth and was finally sucking on it like it was a wine flask, rubbing and stroking the long, hard, grey dick in front of her, feeling the animal push and thrust against her, as if it was ready to fuck her throat.

She relaxed and let him pound against her shoving his cock deeper into her mouth, until she felt as deeply penetrated in all three holes as she could ever be. This is what she wanted to do, she thought. All day, every day, get stuffed in all her cunts, forever. She rocked with her crotch to the floor, riding the cucumber between her legs as best she could while serving the pony which now whinnied excitedly and stomped his legs. Some poor farmer’s wife won’t get her dose of horse cum today, she thought amused as she began to milk the thick hard shaft for all it was worth.

And she was right. The horse exploded, cramming its seemingly endless load of cum into the young woman’s mouth, until she gagged and sputtered, letting go of the grey shaft as milky, creamy cum sloshed from her lips and down her tits, where it continued to run until it was seeping into her pubes. The horse continued to squirt and pumped a few more thick splotches of semen into her face and hair, leaving her sticky, smelly and wet all over her body.

When Red arrived at her grandmother’s door an hour later, she still smelled of animal cum, even though it had all dried on her skin. She had put on her dress again and straightened the riding hood before she knocked. There was no answer, which was strange, as her grandma wasn’t usually known to go anywhere. Her vegetable garden looked neat and orderly, like it had just been watered a while ago, so she couldn’t be far. Red knocked again, harder this time and then pushed the door open.

The hut of her grandma was quite old, and didn’t even have locks on the doors, so she let herself in to the small, crowded room inside which was dimly lit by the sun shining through the small windows. She carefully stepped through the kitchen and around the corner, where her grandma’s bed stood, alarmed by a movement she saw there. As she came closer, she noticed the older woman rolled up under her blankets, with barely her head sticking out.

Worried, Red began to touch her gently, feeling her hair soft and warm, but short and thick in places. “Grandma?” Red whispered cautiously, running her fingers across the features of her face. “Are you alright? You seem to have larger ears and eyes than usual?”

“Mmh, I’m okay,” the woman replied, hoarse and muffled. “Don’t worry about me, just sit that basket down over there, ok? I can’t get out of bed right now.”

Red stepped a little away from the corner and bent down to put the basket on a low stool, when she heard some heavy breathing behind her, accompanied by a low moan: “Uhhhhhh.” It sounded like her grandma.

Before she could get back up, she felt a warm, wet sensation at her crotch, like something soft and wet was running along her slit. She turned her head and saw, again, the wolf, just as she remembered him, his head underneath her dress as he licked her pussy, drawn by the scent of semen. But what startled her was his dick, which was thick and swollen, and still stuck inside the older woman, who he dragged after himself from her bed. She was naked and bent over, the hard red cock stuck firmly inside her round butt. “Grandma!” Red exclaimed surprised, finally realizing what it was that she had been trying to hide from her.

“I … I’m sorry,” the woman stuttered. “I was just…”

Red smiled. “Don’t worry,” she said and turned to pet the large animal, carefully running her hands down to his balls, where she got a hold of his swollen member. “I had the same urges not too long ago. I know how it is.” She began to move the cock slowly inside grandma’s stretched, puckered ass, while the older woman moaned and gasped, her saggy, thick breasts swinging heavily underneath her. Red had to admit that her grandma looked still quite good for her age. She didn’t have many wrinkles and her skin was still quite firm, especially around her butt. She was tan and freckled from all the work she did outside, while her hair was straw blonde, on her head and between her legs. And her breasts … well, it was clear where Red’s big round tits had come from.

The young woman moved in closer and felt the cock slowly pull back, the anus retreating around it as it was about to slide out of its confines. It came out with a squishing sound, followed by a torrent of thick, creamy cum that oozed out of the gaping asshole. All that delicious sperm, Red thought, and instinctively leaned in to lick it all up. It was heavenly; strong, slick and spicy, just like before, and the fact that it came from her grandma’s ass just made it all the more hot. Soon, she found herself munching and licking on the mature woman’s holes, sucking and slurping up all the yummy goodness.

The older woman gasped and moaned, especially when her niece started probing her, digging into her insides for more of the copious wolf sperm she had just acquired. As embarrassing as it was that Red had caught her in the act, finding out about her long held secret and what dirty, perverted practices she was involved in out here by herself in the forest, the young woman didn’t seem to mind at all and showed no signs of hesitation to just participate in it. Soon, Red’s slender hand stretched wide with all four fingers in her grandmothers stretched and cum-soaked asshole, fucking her slowly and deeply, while the young woman turned around on her back and put her head between her grandmothers legs, sucking eagerly at her thick, hairy muff.

And what a muff it was! Red had only tasted a few pussies so far, mostly from the goat herding girls in the neighbourhood where she lived, but none of them tasted as strong, sweet and yummy as her grandma’s. Soon, she sucked the older woman’s labia deep into her mouth and munched on them, while pulling up her skirt and rubbing her own little snatch, which was itching once more, still craving for sex. The wolf seemed to notice it too, and after he stood aside for a moment, unsure of what to make of all of this, he finally joined in once more, running his long tongue across Red’s slit.

That was just what the young woman wanted. She arched her hips up to push against him, wanting to feel him even deeper, more intensely than before. However, even though she had wanted it, she did not expect him to jump on her so quickly and thrust his still hard, throbbing member into her dripping twat, fucking her just as hard as he had been fucking her grandma before. She yelled in surprise and grabbed onto the older woman’s wide butt, trying to steady herself from the assault, as the large animal began to pound her tender, young pussy raw.

As the wolf was finally, gloriously, taking her just like the little dog bitch that she was, Red thrust her hand hard into her grandma’s ass as she gasped and moaned, passing on the fervour with which the wolf was raping her on the dirty floor of her Grandmothers house. The older woman’s pussy began to rain down juices on her innocent young face, and was soon squirting entire wet streams onto her granddaughter. The wolf continued to fuck Red’s pussy over and over, pumping it full of thick, creamy dog sperm, until he finally retreated and left her there on the floor, soaked and filled, deep in the woods. Yes, Red thought, out here, in the forest, with all the horny animals, this is where I will live happily ever after.

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This is part three. Please comment on if you’d like a part four and what you think I could do better, thank you for all your votes and all your advice and comments, its greatly appreciated ALSO note that most of this is true. I and ‘Nikkie’ are in love with each over greatly. Please don’t steal this story and say it was your own. Thank you.
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As soon as we heard the knock we both jumped off each over. I stood beside Nikkie, as she walked to open her door. “Oh my god.” I heard Nikkie say, “CAYLA? WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING HERE?” Nikkie Practically shouted, but tried to keep calm. I held her hand without Cayla seeing to help her not lose it. “Well, Nikkie. I was just wondering why I wasn’t invited to this “SLEEPOVER”? I thought we were Best friends! And look at what you go and do, you selfish bitch!” Cayla raised her hand to slap Nikkie, but I stepped in front of Nikkie and grabbed Cayla. “No Cayla. Don’t touch her. Hit me if you want, but not her.” And there I go again….with the protection. Soon everyone would know about me and Nikkie if I kept this up. Cayla pulled her hand from me. And slapped me. “I thought we were friends Tyler. I thought we cared about each over…how could you?” I was getting angry. “How could I WHAT Cayla? How could I try to get to know Nikkie better? How could YOU even think about hitting her?” I said disgusted. “go home Cayla!” I said starting to turn, she went to hit me again, so I grabbed her hand and twisted her round, so her back was to my front “You know what Cayla? I do care for you! You’re like my sister. Maybe You just want to be a little more huh?” I said, running my hand down her tummy, tracing her hips, touching her thigh before I pushed her forward, and carried on till we were at the front door. “Go home Cayla. Come back tomorrow. Well sort this out then” She looked like she was about to cry, as she turn’t and walked down the street. I walked back inside, closed the door and ran upstairs back to Nikkie.
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She was standing up the window. Staring out toward the night. With the window open and her hair blowing in the breeze. She was leaning up the side of the window. I walked over to her, and realised she hadn’t noticed me come back “Nikkie?” I whispered, as I Stood behind her wrapping my arms around her waist. Pulling her closer to me I rested my chin on the top of her head, and realised her hair smelt of apples, my favourite fruity smell. “I’m sorry about that. Would you like me to leave now? Or would you like me to leave you so you can sleep?” she sighed. “No” she said turning. “I feel bad for Cayla, Tyler the reason I wanted to carry on kissing you is because, Cayla’s a lesbian too, and she’s madly in love with you, and you’re such a sweet person! I wanted you all for myself” she said, looking toward the floor. “I stole you from her” I felt like someone had jumped all over my heart then thrown it in the trash. “Nikkie. I wasn’t Cayla’s in the first place. I don’t love her back” I said, I put my finger under her chin and lifted it, until she was looking at her. “I, I love you Nikkie” I said, kissing her again, my hands slid down her back and wrapped round her waist, pulling her up to me, I lifted her legs up till she was wrapped around me, suspended in the air, and gently leant her against a wall, out tongues started to entwine each over again, as Nikkie started gripping my hair, in that vicious passionate way. It didn’t hurt, and didn’t bother me. So I let her carry on. “Nikkie” I said gasping for air. “I love you” I said. Kissing her neck and collarbone. I wanted to kiss every part of her I could. And I would, I vow, that I will. I turn’t round and went to the bed. Nikkie still clinging on to me. I turn’t and fell, so I landed on my back onto her bed. “I love you too Tyler. My Tyler. Oh Tyler don’t stop!” She said, kissing me again. We were kissing so passionately it felt like fire. I wanted to make this last forever. No end. Just the beginning. I rolled so I was on top of Nikkie. I traced my hands over her bare legs, and pulled her knee against my body. “Nikkie, you’re so beautiful” I said between our kiss. Eventually I stopped kissing Nikkie and we both started laughing. I started kissing her neck before I stood up. I ripped off my jumper and put my hat on Nikkie. “Suits you” I said smiling. “Keep it” I continued saying. I ripped my socks off, and my jeans. Till I was just left in my top and underwear. I leant back on the bed next to Nikkie. “Want to get inside the covers?” I said “Sure” Nikkie replied, she pulled up so she was wrapped around my neck again. I pulled the covers back and layed in them, before pulling them back over us. “You know Tyler? When I saw you yesterday, I knew I loved you. That’s why I asked you to come over today” she said giggling. “Can I do something?” I asked her. “Anything” she replied staring into my eyes. I slid down the covers and parted her legs. I could feel the heat coming from her Vagina. I put my hands on the top of her underwear, and slowly began to pull them down……

Should i continue writing a part four? Please let me know in the comments. 🙂

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Teasing a lover with enjoyable results

Zeta was my girlfriend. Right now she was sitting opposite me in the bar where we met up with friends nearly every Friday night. The chat was the usual light-hearted banter – anecdotes from the past week, who’d been seen going out with whom, who had split up and why. The usual stuff! I kept looking over at Zeta and when I caught her eye I winked at her or mouthed the words “Do you wanna fuck me?” I would do this normally because it made her laugh but tonight she was kind of scowling at me. I just shrugged my shoulders, and carried on talking to Jodie about the latest Hollywood marriage bust up. Zeta is what is known on the scene as a bull dyke. She is butch looking and acting, with short blonde hair and she wears nothing but men’s shirts and jeans. I, on the other hand, am the stereotypical femme, long hair, nail polish, dresses, high-heels, the works. I know in this day and age we an anachronism, and I know people laugh at us behind our backs but this is really how both of us are and we wouldn’t change it for the world. “Right!” I said, “I’m off for a pee and a reapplication of the lippy, guys.” I shook my ass a little at Zeta as I stood up then made my way to the powder room – I love that old fashioned word! I checked my reflection in the mirror. I gave myself a little smile – I am nothing if not vain! – and made my way to a cubicle. I was just about to close the cubicle door when a foot came from nowhere and blocked it. I hadn’t heard anyone come in behind me. I was shocked and I gasped. Before I knew what was happening the door burst open and Zeta was grabbing my throat with her hand, turning me around and pushing me up against the cubicle door as she fastened the lock. I couldn’t move as Zeta’s hand was choking me. My face was going red – I could feel it beginning to burn – and my eyes were starting to bulge. I was a little worried; she wasn’t normally quite this violent. Then she released her grip on me slightly, so I could breathe normally, as she put her mouth to my ear and whispered, “You, you little slut. You have been trying to turn me on all evening. Haven’t you?” I nodded, yes. “Did you think that I was just gonna sit there and take it? Did you really think that I wasn’t going to do anything about it?” I could feel her hot breath on my ear and before I had time to answer she thrust her hand roughly up my blouse, pulled up my bra and began squeezing my left breast and nipple hard. She tweaked and twisted my nipple until it was stinging. She was really worked up. I’d never known her quite this rampant! I took in a few calming intakes of breath, still a little shocked but beginning to relax and enjoy this impromptu, if somewhat painful, fumble! “You, my little Petal, are going to get just what you have been asking for,” again Zeta whispered this in my ear as her hand left my tingling, throbbing nipple. She pulled up my skirt, pulled my panties down as far as she could get them and grabbed my crotch, squeezing it tightly. “Before I go any further, sweet thing,” she licked the whole of the right hand side of my face with her tongue, “I’m betting that you are just more than a little bit wet down there. Am I right? Is my dirty little slut all wet and swollen? Will my fingers just slide effortlessly along that pussy of yours?” I nodded again as I felt her hand delve into my pussy, pass my clit and move straight to my cunt hole. She immediately thrust two fingers inside. My knees literally trembled and almost gave way as I felt Zeta’s fingers ram inside me, filling me up, thrusting deep into my cunt, but Zeta still had her hand on my throat and she moved it to my shoulder and steadied me. “Just as I thought – absolutely, soaking, fucking wet!” Zeta spat the words out as she thrust her fingers into my pussy like a woman possessed. “Is that good, Petal? Are you enjoying your fingering? Want more? Do you? Does my filthy little whore want more?” “Yes! Oh God Zeta, this is so good! Yes, I want more.” I moaned and closed my eyes. This was hot – she was making me so hot! Suddenly, she withdrew her fingers from me, moved her hand from my shoulder and spun me round to face the other way, my left cheek slamming against the door, my hair sticking to my sweating forehead. I could feel her pulling my panties down to my ankles and then heard the zip of her jeans being pulled down. “Get that cute little sopping wet pussy over here,” she said. I took a step backwards and as I did I looked over my shoulder and there was Zeta sitting on the W.C. with the bright pink dildo of her strapon pointing heavenwards. Jeez, I thought, she’s had the strapon on all evening! She’d planned this all along! “You dirty dog, Zeta Macfarlane!” I almost yelled, “ How long have you been planning this?” “Not long,” she grinned, “now get yourself sat on this thing!” I backed myself up until I felt the end of the dildo slap against my ass and manoeuvred myself until I felt it tap at my cunt hole. Zeta held it steady for me as I slowly eased myself onto it. Zeta bucked up as much as she could and I began to grind my pussy into her mound and thrusting up and down on the dildo. She moved a hand round and began rubbing my clit. I was so turned on that I knew I was going to cum almost immediately and then I felt her softly kiss my neck and ear, nuzzling into me, “Cum Petal, oh that’s it sugar, let it go, cum for your dirty old dog, I love it when you cum,” she whispered. “Oh God, Zeta, I love you. Oh Zeta – OOOOOHHHH!” and with that I felt the orgasm ripping through me and I threw out both my arms to steady myself on the cubicle walls as Zeta continued to thrust and gently kiss me on the neck, arms around me, holding me tight, keeping time with the slowing of my spasms. We walked back to the table hand in hand, a bit flushed and sweaty, and as we sat down, Jodie looked at us in mock disgust, raising her eyes to the ceiling. “For pities sake you two! Don’t you ever get enough?” In unison Zeta and I shook our heads and said “Never!”

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Two came to clean my house – 1 husband watched

t had been a few weeks since I got a break from work. It had been even longer since I got laid. Being single and not going out, does not help. A few months ago a friend recommend a cleaning company, that comes to your house. The maid, will go topless and clean one room in your house for certain amount of cash. I was not really expecting to be so horny when I saw the maid. But she was very voluptuous. I adore women with curves. One thing lead to another and the maid was riding my cock for the day. She forgot all about cleaning my kitchen. She also forgot to get paid. I walked over and pulled there number off my fridge. I made another appointment. I asked for Cloe again. I then went to bed. I kept dreaming about women with curves the whole night.

….The next day…

It was close to 9am. I closed my front door. I pointed down the hall. I then walked upstairs to take a shower and get ready for my cleaning lady. An hour later. I had just got out of the shower. I slipped on some tan cargo shorts. A black Ac/Dc shirt. I put on some flip flops. I left my underwear in my dresser. I combed my short hair. “Knock! Knock!” I turned my head. I then walked down my spiral staircase. “Knock! Knock!” “Coming!” I said. I slowly turned the knob on my front door. My eyes got real big. There were two girls from the cleaning company, standing on my front porch. They were both wearing there pink uniforms. They were both blondes. One was older than the other. I could not see there bodies. Both had a huge clip board in front of them. The older lady had a pair of gold glasses on the edge of her nose. She was reading her clip board.

“Good Morning! Mr. Kelly. I’m Tiffany, and this is Kaycee. Were from Big Valley Cleaners. Were here to clean your kitchen. You called yesterday to make an appointment.” said Tiffany. The older of the two. She had some bad makeup to go with her fiery red lips, and she wore some of the biggest gold hoop earrings on the planet. Her blonde hair looked like something from the eighties. All teased up. She moved her clip board toward me. My mouth dropped open. She was wearing super tight acid wash blue jeans. I thought I could see a camel toe. But I was not sure. Her pink uniform top was stretched to the limit. She had used a razor blade to cut long cuts in the thin material. I could see a huge white bra under her pink shirt. Maybe she was the owner. She had the biggest valley of cleavage I had seen in quite some time. Cleaners or no cleaners.

“Good Morning! Yes! That is me. Welcome..” I said. They both smiled. I watched as Kaycee moved her clip board in her left hand. She was wearing a super small white mini skirt. Her pink top was stretched over a nice big set of breast. There were only slightly smaller than Tiffany. She had a small pink bag in her right hand. She was wearing just a little less makeup than Tiffany. She was wearing pink lip stick. Her blonde hair was layered and rested just on her shoulders. They both smiled as I invited them in. I shut the door right behind them.

“The kitchen is straight ahead. I pointed down the hall. Right through the living room.” I said. I quickly glanced down at both woman. Tiffany breast were bigger but her ass was a little smaller than Kaycee. Both girls had some nice big round butts. My cock moved inside my cargo shorts. I watched both voluptuous BBW’s in there matching 4inch pink heels, click across my wooden floors. I followed them into my kitchen. I had a small marble island in the middle of the kitchen. I had placed my “Swifter Mop” against the oven. On the far side of the kitchen was my small kitchen table and 3 out of 4 metal chairs. I turned one of the small chairs to face the oven. I put a glass vase with some red roses on the small glass kitchen table. Behind the kitchen table was a small broom closet. That’s were I normally keep all my cleaning supplies for my house. It’s where I normally keep my mop. There some small wooden slates in the front of the broom closet. To air it out. There are two matching china cabinets next to the broom closet. Just behind the small glass kitchen table.

“Hmm.. Mr. Kelly before Kaycee gets started with moping your kitchen floor. We have to talk about your last appointment. A few weeks ago. One of our workers. Cloe! Came to mop your kitchen. She came back to the office very late that night of the service. Her finance came to see what had taken her so long. I heard them arguing in the back of the office. I’m part owner of Big Valley Cleaners, along with my husband. I went back to see why they were arguing. It turns out Cloe confessed to her fiance, that you both had sex in your kitchen. Needless to say there no longer getting married. She was a dear friend of mine. She also no longer works for us. We clean kitchen’s, we don’t have sex with our clients. She also forgot to get paid that day. She had to pay us, out of her own pocket. That why I am here to supervise Kaycee today. We are both happily married. So sex will not happen today young man. Do I make myself clear?” said Tiffany. I smiled. “No problem.” I said.

“I see you have a chair pulled out. You can sit over there and watch Kaycee. I will stand in the hallway and supervise. This is Kaycee first day on the job. Enjoy yourself Mr. Kelly. I will be watching and you will behave. Do I make myself clear.” said Tiffany. I walked over to sit in my chair. “Ok! Kaycee. There your mop. Just click the button. Its sprays out the bottom. Then mop the floor. I will be right over there. Do what Mr. Kelly says. With in reason. I will supervise over there. Have fun. Thank you sweetie.” said Tiffany. “Ok! Mrs. Valley. Thank you.” said Kaycee.

Kaycee dropped her pink bag on the floor. She then bent over to unzip the top of the bag. I got a great look under her pink top. Her breast were huge. She reached into her bag. She pulled out bigger pink stripper heels. She quickly put them on her feet. She used her hands on the marble counter to get her balance. She then looked over at me. I smiled. “You have a really nice house. I love your kitchen. You have everything in here.” she said. “Thank you. I love those heels. You look very sexy.” I said. She smiled. Then blushed. She walked over to grab the mop. She started to mop the floor near Tiffany. I quickly moved my hand to touch the front of my cargo shorts. “Mr. Kelly! I saw that. No..No….No.” said Tiffany. I smiled.

A few minutes passed. “I thought this was topless? Could I see a little?” I said. “It’s Ok…Kaycee. It’s part of the service. The first time is the hardest. This is how I started in the business.” said Tiffany. “You both can get topless. I would not say a word.” I said, with a big smile. “Mr. Kelly…What are we going to do with you? Not today young man. Besides I’m too old. I’m old enough to be your Mother.” said Tiffany. “A hot Mom.” I said. Kaycee reached down on the side of her pink top. She slowly pulled her shirt over her head. “Bam! Bam!” Both her huge naked breast fell on her chest. Her left nipple was semi hard. She had two large aeroles, each one topped off with a big pink nipple. I coughed. Both her big firm breast sat high on her chest. They both jiggled just above her waist line. “No bra…” I said. “Gets in the way..” Kaycee giggled.

I watched as Kaycee put her hands on her big breast. She tried to cover them up. It was no use. Her hands were to small, for such huge breast. I shifted in my chair. Tiffany moved a little in the hallway to get a better look at Kaycee. A minute later, Kaycee reached out with her long white fake nails, to grab the mop again. “Maybe you could mop down here. There some dirty spots at the end.” I said. Tiffany pointed to the end of the kitchen floor. Near me. Kaycee shook her head “Yes”. She then strutted down to the end. Her big breast shook as her bodacious body moved. My eyes got bigger and bigger as she got closer.

Finally Kaycee stopped at the edge. She started to push the mop all over the floor. “Ring! Ring” went a cell phone. “Damn! I need to take this Kaycee. It’s work. I will be right over here.” said Tiffany. I smiled. Tiffany was further down the hall. She was busy on the phone. Kaycee was moping the floor in front of me. She was only 2 feet away. She looked up. I moved my hand on my forehead. “It’s getting hot in here.” I said. Kaycee giggled. “Mr. Kelly…” said Kaycee. “Call me Buck. Can you bend over for me. Let me see, what your trying to cover up. Wow…that is nice.” I said. Kaycee quickly bent over and flipped her white mini skirt up. She had a small white thong under her mini. It was wedged between both her big ass cheeks.

“If I was your husband. I’d have a hard time letting you out of the house.” I said. She smiled between her legs. She then turned around to face me. “You should put the mop handle between your breast.” I said. She smiled. She then quickly put the long white handle between her breast. She wrapped her huge breast around the white handle. My eyes got real big when she moved the end of the handle near her mouth. Her big pink lips were so close. “Ok! I’m back. Mr. Kelly. Have you been behaving? What’s between your breast Kaycee?” said Tiffany. Kaycee moved the white handle from her breast. Then went back to mopping. “Sorry, I just stopped for a second. It kinda of just happened.” said Kaycee. “Oh! I’ve been good.” I said.

Tiffany moved to the end of the kitchen. She stood there with her hands on her hips. She was looking Kaycee up and down. “Any chance we can take a little more off? How about the mini?” I said, with a big smile. “Ummm. That is against company policy. Only the top.” said Tiffany. “Kaycee can still wear the heels. She looks so fine. Can I pay extra? Say a hundred.” I said. Kaycee turned to Tiffany. “I could use the money. My husband is out of work. Bills to pay.” said Kaycee. Tiffany looked a little mad. “No! This is not that type of business. Please leave your mini skirt on. “Ring! Ring!” Damn! My phone again. Please excuse me..” said Tiffany

Kaycee turned to look at me. She went back to moping the floor. Tiffany walked down the hall talking on her phone. “You should bend over and shake those. That is just perfect. I wish Tiffany would relax. The previous girl Cloe. Made allot of money before she left. Her own money. Not for the company. I was just trying to help you out. I know every girl likes to make a little on the side, in this business.” I said. Kaycee smiled. She then moved closer to me. Her heels were just on the edge of the kitchen floor. “Do you really like big girls?” said Kaycee. I smiled. I shook my head “Yes!” Then Kaycee smiled. “What did the previous girl do? To make some extra money..” said Kaycee.

I paused. I then got up out of my chair. I walked right in front of Kaycee. “She let me touch her. Cop a feel of her nice breast. I must say, you appear to have a nicer set.” I said. Kaycee turned to look down the hall. Tiffany was facing the other direction, on the phone. She turned around to face me. “Mr. Kelly! I’m married. Only my husband gets to touch them. He doesn’t like them, but they are his.” said Kaycee. “Ummm…That to bad. I have a a hard time not touching them all day, if we were married.” I said. I looked down. Both her big fat nipples were now erect. She rested the mop against the oven. She then bit down on her fake white nails, in her mouth. Her big fat pink lips quivered. “Your very tall. How tall our you?” said Kaycee. “Almost 6ft 4…Do you like tall men?” I said. She smiled. “Yes!”

I quickly looked over Kaycee big hair. I saw Tiffany still on the phone. I looked down. I was only inches from Kaycee. I could smell her sweet perfume. She looked up into my blue eyes. “You won’t tell?? Ok! Just a quick feel. You better make it worth my while.” said Kaycee. I quickly moved my right hand on to her huge left breast. I gently rubbed my thumb on her erect nipple. She bit her lower lip. She let out a soft moan. I put my free hand on her other breast. She breathed in. I started to squeeze, fondle and rub my greedy hands all over her breast. “Damn! Buck! You have such big hands. Your so tall. I love tall men. Ummmm… Are they bigger, and better than the previous girl?” said Kaycee. “Oh! Yes! These are really better the Cloe. You have such warm breast. Your nipples are the best.” I said. I quickly gripped each one of her big nipples. With three fingers on each hand. I tugged and twisted them. She moaned very loud this time. I saw Tiffany head move. She must have heard. I quickly backed up and sat in my chair.

“Kaycee! How are you sweetie? Is he being a gentleman? Are you hot? Your breast looked like they changed color…” said Tiffany. I watched as Tiffany walked back in the kitchen. She was staring at Kaycee big breast. “I’m fine. I’m just a little warm. Mr. Kelly is being nice. How’s work?” said Kaycee. “Good.. I got a text from my husband. Then a call from work. Our appointment after this one, was canceled. Maybe Mr. Kelly, has another room that needs cleaning.” said Tiffany. I smiled. “Maybe!” I said. Tiffany shot me a cold stare. “Mr. Kelly. This is kinda of embarrassing. Do you have a bathroom? I might be able to use. It seems I drank one to many waters in the car. On the way here.” said Tiffany. “Sure! No problem. My downstairs one is broke. You can go upstairs. Last door on the right, at the end of the hall. It’s my guest bathroom.” I said.

“I’ll be right back Kaycee. Your doing a great job. Keep a eye on him. I want the full details when I get back, if he tries anything. Behave Mr. Kelly.” said Tiffany. “Yes! Thank you.” said Kaycee. I watched Tiffany click her heels. She then turned to walk down the hall. I heard her heels on the spiral staircase leading to the 2nd floor. Kaycee moved to the edge of the kitchen again. She had left the mop on the oven. She looked at me. I was sitting with my legs wide open. My cock was ready to bust out of my cargo shorts. I smiled. Every time Kaycee moved, and then stopped. It took a few seconds for her body to stop jiggling.

“Looks like were alone for a few minutes..” I said. “It looks that way.” said Kaycee with a big smile on her face. “Maybe you should come here. I need to feel those amazing breast again. May I??” I said. Kaycee gave me a big wink. I moved my hands back on her big breast. I moved my hands, down the side. Then just under her breast. She giggled as I mashed them together. “Have you ever licked them?” I said. Kaycee shook her head “No! No! Why not???” I said. Kaycee smiled. I then cupped her left breast. I started to slowly bring her hard nipple to her mouth. “Open up…Just try it. That it…Give it a few kisses. Mmmm…that is so hot.” I said. “Maybe you should show me how a real man does it. My husband never has..” she said.

I put my hand under each one of her large breast. I then brought them up to my mouth. Her legs touched mine. I slipped her hard left nipple into my mouth. I started to really suck hard on her nipple. She arched her back as I ran her right nipple in my mouth. I started to suck one, than the other. Finally I got both her nipples in my mouth at the same time. I dropped them from my mouth. They hit her soft skin. “Wham!” She moved her hands to touch her breast. Her nipples and dark pink aeroles were wet. “I see you’ve done that before. That was very nice. You know your way around a girls breast. I never felt anyone do that before.” said Kaycee.

I smiled. Then I looked down. Her legs were moving against mine. I could tell her pussy was getting wet. I could also smell it. She smiled. “Let me see that ass again. Shake that ass for me.” I said. Kaycee turned around in front of me. I moved my hands on her big ass. Her big butt was warm. I gave it a few spankings. She looked over her shoulder. “You like that??? Shake that ass…. You need a few more.” I said. “Slap! Slap! Slap!” I spanked her big butt. “Now sit on my knee.” I said. She immediately sat on my right knee. I reached around with both my hands to grip her big breast. Her mouth opened. So I stuck her left nipples in her mouth. She sucked her left nipple. I started to tug on her big right nipple, she moved her hot ass on my knee. She started to moan. I reached down to unhook the back of Kaycee white mini skirt.

“Get up baby. That a good girl. On your knees… Open wide.” I said. I watched as she stood up, out of my chair. Kaycee mini skirt fell on the floor. She stepped out of it, with her pink heels clicking on the floor. I could see a light white thong between her butt cheeks. There was a big V shape on the front. Hiding her pussy. Kaycee then got on her knees. I stood up. She was looking up at me. She opened her mouth. I quickly unzipped my cargo shorts. My cock sprang right out the hole. I then moved my hips forward. Kaycee gasped. Then she open her mouth wider. Her pink lips expanded as I stuck my hard cock in her mouth. Her eyes got big. I started to fuck her sweet mouth with my cock. I then reached down to pull my shirt over my head. She put her free hand on my hard abs. I unbutton my cargo shorts. I moved my hips. My cargo shorts fell down to my ankles. Kaycee moved her mouth off my cock. I kicked off my flip flops, next to the kitchen table.

I was now completely naked. I looked down at Kaycee on her knees. I then grabbed the top of Kaycee head. I moved forward so her mouth was under my big clean shaven balls. Her warm tongue found them. She was sucking my big balls in her mouth. I moved my cock on her nose, eyes, and forehead. I even parted her blonde hair with the tip of my cock. She ran her tongue around the bottom of my ass. I then slapped her face a few times before she closed her eyes. I moved my hips back and jammed my cock back in her mouth. She gagged and mumbled something, “Mmmmmmppphhh!!”

Maybe she felt the floor rumble. Because a second later… “Fuck!! Kaycee what are you doing? Mr. Kelly remove your cock from my employee. Right now mister. Remove that cock from her mouth. Kaycee get up, were not that kind of service. Your married for goodness sake. Help! Me! Dear God!” yelled Tiffany Valley. I raised my head to see where Mrs.Valley was. She was coming down the long hall toward the kitchen. Her blonde hair was going back n forth. Her mouth was wide open. “Stop! Stop it! Stop that…. Kaycee stop sucking his cock. Mr. Kelly withdraw that cock, this instance. Shame on you both. I leave for 5 minutes. I come back. This is the shit I have to walk into. I’m calling my husband.” said Tiffany.

She was now at the edge of the kitchen. A second later she was at the other end of the kitchen. Just a few feet from us. I looked down. Kaycee was still sucking my cock. She was doing a great job. I lifted my head back up. A second later Tiffany was standing right next to me. She had her cell phone in her hand, next to her ear. She gave me an angry look. She then looked down at Kaycee. “I mean it Kaycee. Move you mouth off that cock. Your not here to suck cock in the kitchen. You here to clean the kitchen. Your face is covered in saliva. Your all wet Kaycee. Do you have anything to say, Kaycee….Mr. Kelly….Anybody…..That it.. I’m dialing the owner, my husband.” said Tiffany.

“It’s Ok. Stop for a second. You need to relax.” I said. Tiffany gave me this angry look again. She turned her head to look at Kaycee. “Spit it out.” said Tiffany. A second later Kaycee spit all 9 3/4inches of my cock out of her wet mouth. Kaycee then looked up at her boss and me. Her face was covered in saliva. I could only smile. I turned to look at Tiffany. Her mouth was wide open, looking at my cock. She then breathed in heavy. I watched as she dropped the phone from her left ear, to her side. I slowly reached over to grab her phone. She was still checking out my cock and Kaycee wet face. I slowly put the phone to my ear. There was no dial tone, or anyone on the line. I looked down at the screen. It was blank.

“Mr. Kelly, my phone please. Give it back. That’s not your phone.” said Tiffany. I smiled. “You mean this phone. This tiny phone. I don’t know.” I said. “Please…I need to call my husband on you two.” she said. “Kaycee hold up your breast, now smile.” I said. I watched as Kaycee raised her big rack. I held the phone down to face her. Then I took a picture, with Tiffany phone. “Hot! So sexy.” I said. Kaycee smiled. “Just doing the work for me. I need the evidence for my husband.” said Tiffany. I smiled. I took a picture of Tiffany next. Her eyes got big. “Maybe I could edit the pic on your phone. Let me see. Move your face on Kaycee body. Do you think your husband will believe you have Kaycee killer body. When the last time you showed him?” I giggled. Kaycee giggled. Tiffany got more mad. “I’m bigger than Kaycee. My husband makes my turn off the lights when we go to bed.” said Tiffany.

“My phone Mr. Kelly.” said Tiffany. “I think I will keep it, or maybe we exchange it. It’s up to you.” I said. Tiffany turned her head to look around. “Exchange for what?” she said. “You claim your bigger than Kaycee. I would love to see that. I love to judge that. Mmmm. Why don’t you show us your breast. I’ll compare you and Kaycee. Side by side. You do that. I will hand you, your phone. I’ll even double your money for today and pay for when Cloe was here. Then you can call your husband.” I said. Tiffany eye got bigger. I felt Kaycee rub her breast on my leg. I looked down. She smiled. “What do you think Kaycee.” I said. “Sounds fair to me. I’m kinda of curious to see.” said Kaycee. “I bet you both love to see me take off my top. Mr. Kelly you have been starring at them, since I got here. So I flash them, and you give my phone back?” said Tiffany. “No! You take of your top. Stand next to Kaycee. I judge, who has the biggest pair.” I said.

There was a long pause. Then Tiffany close her eyes. “Ok! Just be nice. I never shown them to anybody before. My husband had to wait for our honey moon. He is not a big fan.” said Tiffany. I smiled as I watched Tiffany pull off her razor cut pink top. She had a huge white bra, that was stretched to the limit. Kaycee was still on her knees. Just to the right side of Tiffany. It took Tiffany a few minutes to unhook her huge white bra. Finally I heard the material give way. The strap on her back slapped around. She was now just holding the white bra on her large breast. She looked at me. “All the way. Put your hands over your head.” I said.

Tiffany put her hands over her head. The white bra fell off the front of her breast. I watched as her huge breast cascaded down the front of her chest. She had two huge pink nipples on the tip. She had 4-5 inch pink aeroles on her breast. My mouth fell open. Was her husband nuts. It was obvious she was bigger than Kaycee. But I had to judge them. I had to see them in action. They were huge. My mouth began to drool. My cock sprang out, almost hitting Kaycee mouth. Even her eyes got wide, seeing her boss with these huge breast, in front of her. “I never turn the lights off, if we were in the same room. How do you not fall over with those?” I said with a big smile.

“So do I win? Are mine bigger?” said Tiffany. “I’m not sure. Kaycee please stand up. Now stand next to Tiffany.” I said. Both girls were standing next to each other, in front of the kitchen table. Kaycee large breast sat higher on her chest. They were big, firm and round. Tiffany sat lower on her chest. Her big fat nipples twice the size of Kaycee, extended pass her waist. Tiffany tight jeans were amazing. They hugged her hips, causing some of her side to roll over the sides of her jeans. I love me some sexy muffin tops… Tiffany breast were bigger, rounder and just as sexy, if not more. I smiled. Kaycee began to shake her breast back no forth. “Style points. I like that Kaycee.” I said. Kaycee smiled. “I’m still not sure. Both turn to face each other. That it. 2 inches between you.” I said. Both girls were now facing each other. The side view of Tiffany breast, were huge. I licked my lips as I walked toward both of them. I took two steps. I was now on the other side of them, facing the broom closet.

I looked straight down on both there huge racks. My hard cock was between them. Kaycee tried to move her hand to touch my cock. I smiled. “I’m still not sure.” I said. Kaycee grabbed my right hand. She put my hand on her big breast. I groped her big breast. I then tugged on her hard nipples. Kaycee shook her big ass for me. I looked down to see her white thong jiggle between her butt cheeks. “Wow. I already know the winner.” I said. I looked at Kaycee. “I beg to differ.” said Tiffany.

A second later. Tiffany grabbed my right hand. She pulled it off Kaycee breast. Then stuck my hand on her warm breast. I smiled. I than began to rub my hand around Tiffany breast. I rubbed her huge nipple, making it grow bigger. She dropped her head back. I started to tug on her big nipples, making her knees weak. Her breast were so big, my big hands looked small on them. Kaycee looked at me. She then looked at her boss’s huge breast. She smiled. She started to smash the back of my hand, with her big beast. Now my hand was being smashed between two huge breast. My cock started to bounce in between there stomachs. Both girls moaned at the same time. “I’m going to need to……take a taste of these big…..Mmmmm” I said. I had Tiffany left nipple in my mouth.

I started to suck on her left breast. Tiffany finally opened her eyes. She looked over her eye glasses….”Wait! No! Stop….You can’t do this. My husband only gets to do that. Stop Mr. Kelly.” said Tiffany. She moved her left hand to my face. She was making no effort to push me off her breast. I open my mouth. “Kaycee grab the right. You have to get a taste. You tell me who bigger.” I said. I then went back to sucking her left breast. “No! Kaycee! Stop! What are you doing? My legs are feeling weak. Help…..I’m being milked. Help! me! Dear God…”yelled Tiffany. I looked over at Kaycee. She had Tiffany huge right nipple in her mouth. She had both her small hands under Tiffany breast. She was sucking harder than me on her boss’s huge breast. I smiled when Tiffany hand tired to push Kaycee mouth off her breast. I could tell she was not trying to push very hard.

I moved my hands off Tiffany breast. Kaycee put her free hand on Tiffany other breast. She started to suck on her left nipple. Then she pushed both breast together causing her face to be blocked out from my view. I dropped my right hand on the base of her back. A second later I dropped my left hand on Tiffany lower back. I gently moved my hand down Kaycee large ass. I stuck my fingers inside her thong. I played with her ass hole. She moaned as she sucked on Tiffany breast. I then slowly moved my hand around Tiffany waist. I gently unbutton, the front of her tight jeans. I heard the material give way. Her jeans popped off her hips and fell around mid thigh. I looked down to see a small pink thong go down the crack of her big ass. My mouth fell open, when I saw her wiggle her ass and moan for me.

“Ok! Switch! Tiffany you judge Kaycee breast. Grab them. Now tug on her nipples. Now suck on them. That a good girl.” I said. Tiffany mouth was glued to Kaycee big breast. Kaycee had a big smile on her face, as she watched her boss suck on her big juicy breast. I moved my hand from between Kaycee big ass cheeks. I slowly moved behind Tiffany. She was paying so much attention, sucking sucking Kaycee breast. She lost sight of me. I put my hands on her big hips. She paused. I then put my right hand on my hard cock. I slowly started to push my cock on her pink thong between her big ass cheeks….

I looked directly down. Her big ass blocked the view of my hard cock. She turned her head to look at me. She stop sucking Kaycee big breast. Kaycee mouth dropped open. She saw I was behind Tiffany. She moaned. I then felt the tip of my cock push under Tiffany pink thong. I then felt some small hairs on the tip of my cock. I followed the hot steam coming from her pussy. I moved slightly to push my cock passed Tiffany pussy lips. “Mr. Kelly….that my pussy. Oh’ God…Wait. I thought you were judging my breast. Your cock! Argghhh….I can’t breath. Your so big…..No! I can’t.. My husband. My poor husband….No….” said Tiffany.

I quickly pulled out. I heard a big suction noise. Kaycee giggled. Tiffany moaned very deep. “Fuck! Your pussy so hot. I better stop. Sorry! I got carried away. Your so beautiful and Kaycee so beautiful. I could not help myself. I better stop. I’m sure your husband fucks that fine pussy all the time.” I said. “Mr. Kelly…I don’t know what to say. I’ve never felt anything like that before. Your so big. My husband is so small.” said Tiffany. I then started to rub my hard cock on Tiffany big ass. Between her butt cheeks. I stood there with my cock between her legs. I then felt Kaycee greedy hands on the tip of my cock. “Damn! I can touch it from here.” said Kaycee. I looked over Tiffany shoulder. I saw Kaycee reaching between Tiffany legs. Kaycee mouth was back on Tiffany left breast. I rubbed the inside of Tiffany thighs for a few minutes with my cock.

“Wait…I can’t do this. My husband would be so mad. If he knew this was going on.” said Tiffany. I stopped rubbing my cock between her legs. Kaycee dropped her breast from her mouth. We both looked at each other. Tiffany tried to reach down, to pull up her jeans and her thong. She kept reaching down. I gently put my hard cock on Tiffany big ass. She arched her back to complain we should stop again. Kaycee smiled. She leaned into Tiffany breast, with her big breast. She then leaned in to give her a kiss. I could here both girls making out. I reached down to pull off Tiffany jeans, and the thong. Tiffany moved her legs, she protested, but did nothing to stop me from undressing her. She was now naked, with just her pink heels on and glasses and those huge gold hoop earrings.

I spit in my right hand. I then wiped my cock with my saliva. I bent my knees slightly to put my cock back between Tiffany legs. Kaycee grabbed Tiffany hands. She moved Tiffany in front of the glass kitchen table. I followed them to my kitchen table. Kaycee put Tiffany hands on the glass table top. She picked up the red roses in the glass vase. She put the vase on the counter top next tot he stove. She then moved back toward the kitchen table. She was now standing next to me. I grabbed my cock and began to push the tip of my cock into Tiffany hot pussy. This time she just moaned really loud when I pushed past her hot cunt lips. Her pussy was tight. It took a few small strokes before I could get half way inside her pussy. She screamed. Then Tiffany went limp and her breast fell on the glass top. Followed by her bodacious body. I heard the glass creak from the weight of her upper half.

Next I felt Kaycee mouth on my neck. She was biting my neck as I fucked Tiffany harder. I inched more of my cock in her. She moaned. I then felt Kaycee mouth on my nipple. She started to bite my nipples and hard abs. She started to run her long white fake nails on my abs. She giggled when I began to spank Tiffany big ass. I put one hand on Tiffany ass. The other hand wrapped around Kaycee big ass. I was squeezing both of them as I fucked Tiffany even harder. I turned my head to start to kiss Kaycee. I moved my hand off her big ass and started to grope Kaycee big breast. She giggled as we made out.

After 15 minutes of fucking Tiffany and making out with Kaycee. I pulled my cock all the way out of Tiffany hot pussy. Kaycee bent over to clean off my cock. Tiffany looked over her shoulder. I motion for her to get off the kitchen table. She smiled as she got off the table. I could hear her wet skin pull off the glass. I pull my cock out of Kaycee mouth. I pulled the metal chair behind us, closer to me. I then sat down with my back facing the broom closet. I motion for Tiffany to sit on my cock. She looked down. She paused. Then she sat on my cock. Her huge breast smashed on my chest. Kaycee walked behind Tiffany. She reached over Tiffany shoulders to play with her boss’s huge breast. She put Tiffany right breast into my mouth. She began to suck Tiffany neck and grope her left breast.

Tiffany moaned. She slowly bounced up and down on my cock. Her breast pushed on my chest. I then started to slap her big ass. She stop fucking me. So I grabbed her big hips and started to bounce her on my lap. I then felt my cock get super wet. “Mmmmm…Feels like some having a good time on my cock. Your all wet baby. You like my cock? Better than your husband? Tell me….” I said. Tiffany eyes were wide open. Her pussy muscles were clamping down on my cock. Her huge juggs bounced on my face and upper body. Kaycee was spanking Tiffany big ass. I was close to cumming. “Yes! Yes! Yes! I love your big cock. Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me harder….Please fuck me harder. Your so much better than my husband. Your so fucking big…” screamed Tiffany. I watched as her big glasses fell off her face and bounced off my forehead, onto the kitchen floor. I then gripped her big breast, in my hands. I bounced her one more time before I started to blast her hot pussy. I erupted deep and long inside her pussy. “Mr. Kelly….I’m not using protection……Please don’t….. God your filling my pussy up. I’m leaking. Your not stopping. Fuck!!!!” screamed Tiffany.

Tiffany finally got off my cock. Her pussy was dripping of my cum. She stuck two fingers deep inside her. She tried to scoop some of my cum from her pussy. I watched Kaycee push Tiffany on the kitchen floor. She then got between Tiffany legs. She started to clean out her boss’s cum filled pussy. I smiled. Tiffany moaned. I jacked my cock a few times. I then watched the girls get into a hot 69 position on the floor. Tiffany grabbed her glasses off the floor. She put them on. Now she could Kaycee wet pussy in her face. Kaycee was on top of Tiffany. Her huge ass was on Tiffany face, right in front of me. Both girls were sucking each other pussy very fast.

I looked down at my cock. I was hard again. It was Kaycee turn. I got on the floor. I crawled over on my knees to Kaycee. I spit on her big ass. I spit on my fingers. I then wiped her big ass hole. She moaned. She pulled her mouth off of Tiffany pussy. She looked over her shoulder. I started to ease my hard cock into her tight hole. She moaned very loud. She arched her bask as I got half my cock buried in her ass. I then grabbed her hips forcing more of my cock into her butt hole. She screamed. A minute later my cock was all the way in. Tiffany moved her mouth from Kaycee pussy. She was licking my balls between my legs. I started to slam my cock in Kaycee big ass. Both girls screamed.

A few minutes later. I was back in my chair, in front of the broom closet. Kaycee was facing forward, her back against my chest. My cock was in her ass again. I reached around to fondle her big breast, as she bounced on my cock. Tiffany was in front of Kaycee. She was forcing her breast in Kaycee greedy mouth. I bounced Kaycee a few more times on my cock. I was close to cumming again. I grabbed her hips and held her all the way down on my cock. A second later. I started to unload a huge load in her ass. I could feel my hot cum, pour out the side of her ass crack. I then tapped Kaycee ass with my hand. She jumped off my used cock. She bent over to suck my cock clean. Kaycee then grabbed Tiffany by the neck. She jammed her boss face into her big ass. I could hear Tiffany cleaning out Kaycee ass of my sperm.

A few minutes passed. Both girls were kissing again. “Tiffany get back on the table. Lie on your back. Put your head on the broom closet door. That a good girl. Now spread your legs. I need a taste. Kaycee get the mop and clean the floor in front of the kitchen table. That a good girl.” I said. Kaycee was mopping the floor. I sat back in my chair. I pushed myself under the table. I looked down. Tiffany gaping wide pussy was starring me in the face. I licked my two fingers on my right hand. I plunged them into her wet pussy. I put my mouth on her hot cunt lips. I started to finger her and sucking her her cunt lips. Tiffany arched her head. She began to breath really heavy. She moaned. She screamed. She tried to grab my head. Her huge breast were in the way.

Tiffany first orgasm was quick. The second and the third were longer, but just as intense. I felt Kaycee large breast on my upper back. She kissed my neck and bite both my ears. She then smashed her breast all over my back. She cupped them around my head. I still kept eating Tiffany wet pussy. I pushed my mouth off her pussy. “Does your husband eat your pussy??? This good???” I said. “No! He hates my pussy. He’s never gone below my waist with his face.” said Tiffany. “Mmmm… I eat you all night. Your pussy is so sweet. Kaycee take over for me. I’ll be right back. I have a surprise.” I said.

Kaycee took over eating Tiffany pussy. I heard her push the chair under the glass kitchen table. Tiffany moaned loud as I walked in the other room. I went behind my computer desk. I pulled open my adult toy drawer. I ran my hand around inside. I then pulled out a big fake double sided dildo. It was about 2 1/2 feet long. Each end had a big 10 inch fake cock at the end. I turned to walk back in the kitchen. “Fuck!!!!!” Tiffany orgasm again. I stood there naked in my kitchen. With a huge double side dildo in one hand and my hard cock in the other.

“Ok! Girls…. Tiffany move to left side. Kaycee climb on the kitchen table. Put your head down on the right side. Tiffany put your head on the opposite end. Push your big pussy together. That is so fucking hot.” I said. I watched as both girl laid on the kitchen table. There wet pussy lined up in the middle of the table, near the broom closet. The smiled when I walked over to them. I had each girl suck on the fake cocks. I then slowly inserted each wet cock in there pussy. I then started to move the middle of the double sided dildo. I was fucking each girl. They both screamed. I then moved there hands down to the fake cocks. They started to fuck each other. “Who ever cums first. Gets to suck my cock first.” I said. I then heard Kaycee moan. I looked down. Her fake cock was all wet.

I walked over and jammed my cock down her throat. She had her lips on the base of my cock. She gagged a few times getting used to the size again. I reached down to fondle her big breast. I looked over at Tiffany. She was ramming her pussy faster with her side of the big dildo. I then felt Kaycee mouth on my big balls. She was jacking my cock and sucking my balls. I tugged on her big nipples. A few minutes later I jammed my cock in Tiffany mouth. She gagged and lost grip of her side of the dildo. I tugged on her big nipples and fucked her face. Kaycee went back to jamming the dildo in her boss’s pussy, just as much as hers. I was loosing my mind.

I could feel my cock was about ready to explode. I had to slow down. I had one more thing, I wanted to do to both of them. “Ok! Girls! Now Tiffany….You lie on the your back. Head against the broom closet door. Kaycee you lie on top of her. You both make out. Leave those fake cocks in your pussy’s…. Very good.” I said. I looked down. Both girls were making out. Both sides of the fake dildo were deep inside them. I moved my chair. I looked over there bodies. I smiled. I them place my cock in Tiffany pussy. I pushed the wet fake cock to the right of my cock. She now had two big cocks in her hot pussy. Tiffany pussy immediately clamped down on my cock. It was super tight. She moaned into Kaycee mouth. Then Kaycee moaned into her mouth. I inserted my cock into Kaycee tight pussy. I moved her fake cock to the side as my cock rammed deep inside her.

I did this for another twenty minutes. Alternating between each girl. I finally unleashed a huge load deep inside Kaycee pussy. I withdrew and jammed my cock back in Tiffany pussy. Her cunt muscles milked that last drop from my cock. I then climbed off both girls. Both there pussy dripped on the kitchen table and the floor. “Wow! You two are making a big mess in my kitchen. When you get down cleaning my bedroom later. We may have to hit this room again. I’m not a happy client of Big Valley Cleaners. Now you two get up. Head upstairs. Thank you.” I said. I walked behind Kaycee and Tiffany. We got to the bottom of the spiral staircase. I spanked both there big ass’s. “Start me some bath water. Will get cleaned up, before we get dirty in my bedroom. I need to go get something. I’ll be right up.” I said. I gave them both a big kiss.

I watched them strut up the stairs. “Leave the heels on.” I said. The both smiled. I heard there heels click down the hall toward my bedroom. I smiled as I walked back into the kitchen. “Eeeekkkkk…” I pushed the glass kitchen table from in front of the broom closet. I reach down to unlock the broom closet door. I then slowly open the broom closet. I was standing there naked, my cock half erect. I was still dripping juices from my cock……

……..Long pause. I looked down. There were two small white stains, on the floor of the broom closet and on the inside of the wooden door. I looked into the broom closet. “Thanks! Your the best. How can I repay you. It’s been my fantasy of mine. Forever!!! Since I married her. Since I saw her amazing breast on our honey moon.” said a tired 50 year old gentleman. He was sitting with his pants around his ankles. His pink shirt was all wet from sweat. His cane was on his hip. “Your welcome. Mr. Valley. Your company has the best service. I am so happy I could help. I’ve got about ten rooms in my house, that need to be cleaned. I’ll bring them back on Monday.” I said. He smiled. “I’ll pay you double if I can watch again.” said Mr. Valley. “Ok! Come by on Sunday morning. The girls should be back in here by then.” I said. He then handed me a large envelope full of money.

I walked behind Mr. Valley to my front door. I could hear the girls making out upstairs. I opened the front door. I stood behind the big red door. “Hey Walt. Have you seen my wife?” said another older guy. He was in front of my door. He was just about ready to knock. “Hi! Yeah!! Mmmm. Kaycee working right now. My wife and your wife, our working on a big job. The pays great. There going to be working over the weekend. Now if you want. You can come on Sunday and watch her work. I’m sure Mr. Kelly won’t mind. Are you Ok… With tight small places?? We can talk. Did you drive here??? Cause I need a ride home. I’ve been here since 9am. I can barely walk. Where your car? I took a cab this morning.” said Mr. Valley. I smiled as I closed the door. I had a wad of cash in my right hand and a big wad in my cock for the horny wives upstairs…..

….It’s good to be me…..

Love,

Buck

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When a girlfriend discovers my fantasies we see how far we can push them

Me and my partner Beth have always had an adventurous sex life. I think that most of it stems from the fact that her ex had very little interest in anything more than a missionary hump once a week. I still can’t believe that there are men like that! I mean who doesn’t want his wife or girlfriend to act out our fantasies!! Who knows maybe he cheated on her without her finding out or maybe his fantasises were so out there that he could tell her and he got his rocks off without her. Honestly I don’t much care. What I do know is that after they spilt up she found her wild side and I was lucky to be the guy in the right place at the right time. We met in a bar got drunk, went back to my place and fucked all weekend. She let me do whatever I wanted and got off on it all. As the weeks progressed I got to live out everything I had ever wanted, she would come over on a Friday night and we wouldn’t stop until she left Monday morning.

I would usually start off Friday afternoon when I got home from work with a few beers while watching porn and reading the pervy stories getting plenty of ideas of how far I could push her. However one week she had decided to surprise me by coming over and hiding and was going to jump out of my closet wearing her new latex outfit she had purchased ready for the weekend. What she had planned as a surprise for me turned out to be a shock for her. She had had it in her head that I got home from work, took a shower, and had a beer while I waited for her to come on over. What she saw through a gap in the wardrobe was to see me walking into the room naked, hard and fire up the pc.

She watched as I played vid after vid of cumshots, lez, group sex and much, much more. While the vids played in the background she saw that I was reading but couldn’t see what. The sounds of the vids and the sight of hard and ready got her too horny and wet to wait any longer and she jumped out making me spit beer everywhere. Lust was written all over her face and she hitched up the short latex dress that only just covered her arse anyway and rode me hard. It wasn’t sex as such, more just two people using the other as nothing more than a toy to cum with. It didn’t take long until we were both temporarily sated, just enough to take the edge off before we really got the weekend started.

As we sat there my cum dripping from her pussy, and me sitting in a puddle of hers drinking a beer. She began to look through all the recent stories I had been reading. Most of the stories were about incest, pissing, pregnant women even some bestiality stories. “ This all gets you off does it?” “Fuck yes” I replied honestly. “As long as the sluts want it the more perverted the better” My dick was beginning to regain life as we began to talk about the fantasies I had so far only read about.

“So” Beth asked me “ you want to all this for real? You want to fuck me while I am pregnant? You wanna piss all over me and in my mouth and have me do the same to you? And what about these vids, you wanna watch me fuck some other slut and then have both do you at same time?” “shit yer, is the pope a catholic” in replied as I slid another finger inside her already dripping cunt. “Well you know that I’ve done my baby making and I’m not eager to start that again but the others we can explore. And baby, don’t hide anything from me. Can’t say that I will do it all, but doing new things just turns new on. Even if we can’t do it we can still talk about them. I wanna do everything you want, any where you want. I want to do things we ain’t suppose to be doing and fucking in places that we may well be caught. The riskier and dirtier we are the better. I love it when I get a knot in my stomach when we doing something new. Like the other day when u had me take my panties off on the restaurant and made me play with my self under the table. Fuck I loved that”.

And so our weekend fun took a new and perverted turn for the better. Each of us tried to find new ways to shock each other, new places to fuck in. Beth would flash me her shaved pussy whenever we were in public as much as possible. On the tube she would always sit opposite me with her shorter and shorter skirts riding up even when others were nearby. On the rare occasion that we went out to dinner she would always wear something to turn me on. Even if it was just a blouse she would make sure that it was sheer and that she was no bra on underneath. Her hard nipples clearly visible to me and anyone else that cared to look. Many a time did we nearly have our dinner dropped in our laps as the waiter noticed. Even doing the groceries became much more fun as she bent down in the shop. She always wanted something on the very bottom shelf! Many a spotty 18 year old we knew would be going home to wank over the sights of Beth ‘innocently’ squatting down legs spread and knicker-less to get bird food on the lowest shelf, we didn’t even have a bird!

After 6 months of exciting weekends we decided to make it a weekday thing as well and Beth moved in with me. The only downside was that she felt she had to tell her daughter and then also to invite her over to meet me. And so it was arranged that her daughter Lucy would come over for the weekend with her boyfriend Mark.

Lucy was everyman’s dream when it came to the image of their girlfriends daughter in everyway but one. She had a tight fit body with about C cup tits and a fine arse. But she was so shy and reserved it crushed any fantasy I may have had of had about a little flirting if given the chance. Mark was your typical college jock even wearing the college football jacket. He never let Lucy leave his side for more than a few minutes, and never lifted a finger over the weekend, expecting Lucy to wait on him hand and foot. He seemed a dick to me and Beth was much of the same opinion as me but she didn’t say anything to her daughter, not wanting to interfere.

We hung out in the backyard for the day, planning on firing up the BBQ later for dinner. Hot as day was, any hope I had of seeing Lucy in a bikini, were dashed as the most flesh I saw was when she changed into some not so short shorts! I could tell she had the body for it, but seemed reluctant to show it off. All in all the weekend was turning out to be a fucking waste. Not a fuck on the horizon, and not even a bit 18 year old flesh to keep my perverted mind happy. Beth could see my disappointment in the weekend and promised a great session Sunday night after they left.

I remember it being a long wait, but finally we were alone as Beth waved them off. “ Why don’t you get into bed while I have a shower. Take the tablet with you a read some of your filthy stories, get yourself ready for me. I won’t be long” she promised.

So there I am, naked in bed reading various stories all getting me so horny of not getting any all weekend, stories of slutty whores with tits dripping milk being bent over and fucked hard by a huge black cock while hubby sits and watches, or being fisted by another slut. The story I was reading as Beth entered still naked from her shower was about a man with a 18 year old slut, he was her master and did whatever she told her, she promised never to say no to anything he asked of her. The man had made it his mission to find something she wouldn’t do! I lay hard as rock think of all the thing I would do. “Mmm something got you all turned on, eat my pussy while I have a read and find out what’s got you all hot under the collar!” Beth said laying back and spreading her legs wide, tempting me with her already glistening pussy. Never one to give up the chance to eat her glorious cum I happily began to lap away as she read my filth.

It wasn’t long before I felt her getting close to cumming so with my tongue deep inside I started to rub her clit with my thumb and within moments she was thrusting into my face, still reading from the tablet. She had a huge orgasm, no doubt from building up all weekend just like me and needing release. Her cum gushed into my mouth and soaked my face and lay there shaking as moved up the bed and kissed her so that she could taste her own cum.

“Fuck I needed that, but also that story gave me an idea, for the treat I promised you. Pass me the baby oil, lay back and let me talk dirty for you while I play.” She slowly dribbled the oil over my cock and balls gently rubbing it in, sliding a finger lower and playing with my arse hole only just slipping inside. She used her other hand to play with the end of my cock, just barely rubbing it. “ So you fancy having a teen to fuck do you? To feel her mouth around your cock as she sits on your face?” My cock jerked in her hand spitting precum to join the oil lubing my cock. “Oh yes I think so! So tell me what she would look like? Give me the teen of your dreams! Would she be slim?” Beth asked as she oh so slowly wanked me off.
“Yes slim and fit” I answered.
“And I bet she would have nice toned legs and an arse that just begs to be groped?” I could only nod as she did amazing things to my cock and the finger sliding slowly deeper into my arse. “Now to her tits. If I know you at all then she wouldn’t have huge tits. A flat-chested slut in pigtails would turn you on no end, but I am betting that you are imagining your teenager with about a C cup or small D! Am I right?”
“God yes she sounds so hot. I am going to cum so hard!” I told her. “Not yet my perv, I want this to last” and with that she went back to just gently rubbing the head of my cock but the finger in my arse was joined by another. “liking your arse fucking aren’t you, we will have to explore this some more, but that’s for another time” she promised. “So what does she look like? A nice fit body with nice perky tits begging to be sucked and legs that need to wrapped around you. What about her hair long or short? “Long” I answered having managed to calm down a bit “Talking about hair what about her pussy? Hairy, trimmed or shaved?”
“Shaved defiantly” I gasped as she once more slowly slid her wrapped hand all the down my cock.

She carried on for a few minutes more no longer talking, getting me closer to cumming and then slowly down again bringing me back from the brink. “Well I don’t know about whether she shaves her teeny pussy but it seems to me that your fantasy teen slut, is my daughter Lucy!”
Oh crap I thought, now I’ve fucked up. I am so in the shit! “Sorry baby I didn’t think what I was saying. I didn’t mean it! We were just talking dirty. I didn’t think what I was saying. Don’t be mad!”

“But it’s true isn’t it? I saw the way you looked at her all weekend. I even saw the look of disappointment after she said how hot it was and came out in long shorts. I bet you were hoping for her to come with not much on weren’t you?” It was then that I noticed that she was still stroking my cock.

“You’re not pissed at me?” I asked

“Not at all, she’s an adult, if only barely! I can’t believe I am wanking you off while you fantasize about my baby girl! I bet you wish she was single and desperate, and while I am work you could seduce her into your bed so that you could have your wicked way with her tight young body! Is that want you want baby, tell me what u want to do with her. Be honest with me!”

Her hands had my mind numb in ecstasy and my defence is that it wasn’t my fault. She had opened a can of worms that I couldn’t stop what I said.

“I would prefer it if she joined us in bed, baby”. “What” she gasped “You want us to have a threesome with my 18 year old daughter! And I bet you would want more than getting to fuck us side by side, wouldn’t you babe? I know you! That wouldn’t be enough! You would want to watch us in some mother-daughter action!”

“God yes, I need to cum so bad. You have me so close”

“Do it babe cum over the thought of me and my daughter Lucy 69ing with her on top and then you sliding your cock into her pussy as I suck on her clit. Cum deep inside her. Shoot your load deep inside her and knock her up. Make my daughter pregnant with your cum. Do it, Do it NOW!!”

And I did! Boy, did I cum! Never before have I came so hard or so much. I came so hard I think I blacked out for a few moments.

The next few months were wild as ever but now we seem to go further in every thing we did, talking dirty about Lucy had broken some sort of dam and now nothing was held back. And not just in our fantasies our physical sex life had taken a big ol’ jump. We were giving each other oral in car parks, Beth even used a vibe in a restaurant as we tried to eat (she came at the table during dessert. We got some weird looks from those near by, but she was able to keep control well enough not to get us kicked out or arrested. We continued to talk about Lucy and the few times they visited for the weekend Beth encouraged me to look and wanked me off at night telling me how close her daughter was to us, just in the next room. That always made me cum. I worried that she must being doing this all for me and that it could drive a wedge between us. I said this to Beth and she assured me that this was as much a turn on for her as it was for me. We had both gotten into anything that was extreme and taboo, and nothing fitted the bill better than talking dirty about her own child.

Something else that we had discovered was that we both enjoyed being dominant and submissive and often took turns being slave to the other fulfilling their every wish and desire. Beth said to me one week that for the whole coming weekend she would my slave and that everything I said she would do between 8pm Friday and 6am Monday and no matter what I was her master. If a neighbour came over we would obviously have to be careful but still she would be mine.

Now you can imagine how excited we were as the weekend approached. Beth even started giving me suggestions on what I could make her do. One thing we had talked about before was her posing for dirty pictures for me, now we had done that many times before but this was to post on an on-line chat room. And she heavily hinted that this would be a great weekend to do it!

Friday night arrived and I drove home with a raging hard cock, Beth text me to say that she was stuck in traffic but she was so horny that she had started to play with herself as the cars crept along. When she finally arrived home I said that I had booked a table at our favourite restaurant and that she should change into her most daring outfit for a night out.

She said that she had bought a new dress that would be perfect, and perfect it was. It was a tight fitting blue dress that plunged, almost indecently between her tits. She was wearing a quarter cup bra that push her great tits up and out, but gave her nipples the chance to stand up and be noticed. The outfit was completed by a pair of killer heels in bright white. They wouldn’t be a bloke around who wouldn’t need to adjust himself after one look at her.

The table I had booked was in a corner relatively far from any other. We were seated at our table by a cute looking waitress with tits almost bursting from her uniform. After we had ordered Beth said “so master, I am yours for the weekend as I will do everything I can not to say no to anything you ask, just like the sluts in your stories that get you so horny for me.”
“Good” I replied “because I want you to talk dirty to me throughout the meal. The only time you can stop is when the waitress is right by our table”
“About anything in particular?” she asked. I replied that was up to her but it had to be the dirtiest she has every spoken. It wasn’t long before the waitress returned with our drinks. Just before she reached the table Beth suggested I get a eyeful of this sluts huge tits and to imagine the tit wank she could give me. Beth even managed to knock her napkin off the table so that the waitress had to bend over to pick it up giving me a great view down her top.
“So did you get a good look? Can you just imagine what it would feel like to have them wrapped around your cock, all oiled up and sliding in between. I could be there fingering your arse, or maybe it is time to take it to the next stage and it is time for you to get fucked in the arse with my dildo! Don’t worry, will take it slow to start with, but I want you to be able to take any dildo that I can.”
“fuck yes babe, you got me so hard”
“Good cause I really want to fuck your arse with a strap on dildo, I want you to bend over and fuck you hard. Treat you like my gay slut, mmm bet you‘d like that! Maybe I will make you suck a guy off, remember next time I will own you for the weekend!”
“Fucking hell, you know I will try anything you tell me, but just keep that in mind this weekend if you do everything I ask, how can I not do the same”
“REALLY? You would do that for me”
“Babe, you know that I trust you completely, and if you ask me to do something I’ll know that you really want me to do it. I can’t think of anything that I would say no to you about!”

The look of lust on her face was plain for all to see, and the waitress noticed plenty “don’t what you promised her honey, but she’s gonna give you a great night.” The waitress said as she placed our meals on the table.
“You have no idea how right you are!” Beth replied.

As the waitress left Beth asked me if this was the sort of talk I had in mind, and was I enjoying her talking about what she may do to me.

“God yes, I am loving it. I almost wish it was you in charge this weekend! I’m so horny that I would do it all!”
“Be careful what you promise me, you have no idea how far I want to push you!”
“Really?, tell me!”
Definitely would make you suck a guy off! Now who would it be? A stranger or someone you know. MMM I know I would make you suck Mike!!!”
“Mike, you mean Mike my brother!?!”
“Yes baby, take your baby brother all the way down your throat!. Then bend you over and have him fuck your arse while you have to eat your Mum’s slutty cunt”

“Fuck Babe, you are bad, so nasty, I love you”
“Not sure about you baby, but I have eaten enough…. Well food anyway! Lets go home and I’ll show just how nasty I can be!”
“Tempting, but we ain’t going home yet. But you’re right, it’s time to move on”

We settled up with the waitress, who gave us her number along with the change! Outside we grabbed a taxi and I gave the driver an address to take us to. We pulled up outside the strip club I had previously scouted out. We walked inside and every man eyed Beth up and down as we were shown to a table by a long legged blond wearing nothing more than panties and bra.

“Did you notice their eyes baby? Everyone watched you walk by, wouldn’t you just love to know of all the things they wanted to do with you?”
“I did, and fuck, it turned me on. I just wanted to lay down and let them do what they wanted with me!”

“You are such a slut, but not tonight. Tonight you are mine, and I intend to enjoy every minute of it”

The same blond brought us our overcharged drinks, but tonight I didn’t care. It didn’t even register, I was having way to much fun, and it was only going to get better with all I had planned. As she placed the drinks on the table she bent right over giving me a good eye-full of her cleavage, and asked if I wanted a table dance.

“Not right now thank you and it was my wife that was here to have lap dance and I want to let her have a look and see which of you lovely ladies she wants to dance for her.”

“Anything you folks want, you let me know, it’s always great to see couples in here for a change.” With that she left to attend another table.

Beth looked at me as she ran her hand up and down my leg her finger tips gently brushing my cock. “Your wife? Something you want to tell me?!” she giggled “You want me to have a lap-dance? I thought you wanted to have me watch you have one of these slut rubbing all over you! And believe me I would have been happy with that. It’s really turning me on to watch your eyes wander. Maybe we can pay more to go to a private room and I can have one of them sit on your face, while I suck you deep in my mouth?” I just shook my head and said “not tonight, tonight you are indulging my lesbian fantasy! If that’s ok?”
“Ok? Tonight you own me! Tonight anything you want is OK by me! So who do you want to dance for me?

“Mmm tonight I own you? I like the sound of that! But if you can, I would like you to choose.”
“OK honey, lets see what’s on offer!”
Beth caught the eye of the hostess that had shown us to our table and beckoned her over, then asked if it would be OK if she had a wander around to see the ladies on offer?
“We don’t usually allow that but I think we can make an exception in your case if it is just you. Just don’t interrupt any of the dancers.”

Beth stood up and said “ That’s real sweet of you, one more favour, would you be good enough to look after my husband while I wander? I would hate him to get lonely!” Beth leaned closer to her and whispered to her just loud enough for me to hear “If he’s not still rock hard when I get back, I’m going to be real disappointed”

“That I can do. Don’t worry, I will take great care of him” and sat down beside me, really close so that we were touching.

With that Beth left on a slow walk around the club. Slowly sauntering past tables with groups men who looked at her and made crude suggestions and offers to join them. As she past the hostesses she gave them a good look up and down. Meanwhile the hostess sitting beside me, was telling what a sexy lady my wife was and how she could almost sense the horniness radiating from Beth and how she would love to spend some time with us outside of work and that she just knew that we would all have a great time together. She whispered in my ear of all the things she wanted to do Beth, when she could really let loose. True to her promise to Beth, my cock was bursting in my pants.

It seemed that the hostesses around the club had cottoned on to what Beth was up to, and as they past her they brushed up against her, or stroked her arm. One even pulled her close and slowly danced with Beth and hands sliding down her back to rest on my wife’s arse. It seemed as if eye watched as they gently swayed in the middle of the club. Moments later another dancer joined them sandwiching Beth between them all three bodies rubbing against each other.

Just as I started to worry that I may just cum right there and then as the the two hostesses kissed Beth’s neck, even in my fantasies had it ever been this hot, Beth removed herself from between the two and walked towards the bar. I couldn’t see what was happening because the two hostesses were blocking my view. The next time I saw Beth she had a sexy young lady’s hand in hers and was bringing her back towards our table.

“Looks like your sexy wife has made her choice! I had better make sure I have kept up my end of the agreement..” With that she slid her hand over the front of my jeans, her finger tips circling the end of my raging erection. She carried on like this as Beth sat down on the other side of me.

“It seems like you have been looking after my husband wonderfully, but it would be wrong of me not to check, just to make sure, you understand!” Her hands joined the hostesses hand gently playing with my cock through my jeans. I was in heaven, my cock spitting pre-cum. “So what do you think of my choice? Sexy isn’t she?” Beth asked.

“One of our newest is Sara, and you are right she is very sexy, but what was it that you made you choose her? I could have bet that you would have picked either Indy or Mia as they were all over you!”

“I thought that my man would like us to see us together, because she reminds me of my daughter! And he has already confessed that he has fantasised about that!”

“Fuck, you are the kinkiest couple I have ever know! I’m not supposed to do this but fuck it. Can I give you my number?” And for the second time tonight we had the number of a hot women wanting are threesome with us. Of course, we took it!!!
“Well I’ll leave you three to your dance, but don’t forget to give me a call. You’ll make my day!” With a final squeeze of my cock she got up and left. We watched her walk away and Beth said” She does have a great arse, we definitely have to call her!”

Our attention focused on the lovely young women, Sara who was standing before us. “Please sit down in between me and my husband” Beth said patting the seat and making room. “Let us get you a drink, you heard why I choose you?
“Yes”, Sara replied shyly “you want me to give you a dance, as your daughter would”
“That’s right, and nice sexy dance that is going to get my man so horny watching you tease and gyrate in front of me that he drags me home and fucks me raw.”
“ Does Daddy want me to dance for him as well?”
“Not tonight, but I like you calling him Daddy! Maybe we will come again so that he can have the same!” Beth replied as she squirmed and rubbed her legs against Sara’s

A new tune started playing and Sara got to her feet and started swaying in front of Beth to the slow beat of the music. I dragged by eyes from Sara to watch Beth, who’s right hand was tightly clamped between her thighs. I could see how horny she was, if I had bent her over the table and fucked there in front of everyone, she wouldn’t have minded one bit.

Sara had began to run her hands over her chest, her fingertips sliding over her breasts that were lightly covered in a white shirt that was tied below her small breasts leaving her stomach bare. It was obvious that she wore no bra underneath as her nipples were clearly visible as they hardened under her own ministrations. As her hands trailed down her body feeling her short skirt covered derrière she slowly turned so that her back was towards Beth. She bent over low, her short skirt riding high, giving just the barest glimpse of white panties. Slowly standing up she sat on Beth’s lap grinding to the time of the music. Sara took Beths hands in hers and directed the to slide over her thighs, then up the sides of her tight young body. With Beth’s hands still underneath hers she slid them across her flat stomach to the knot of her blouse she turned her head leaning back on Beth’s shoulder she said “Undo it” Now I thought patrons weren’t allowed to touch but Beth wasn’t gonna say no! And did as she was told, slowly pulling the lightly tied knot open until it was free. “Now open it and take it off” Sara purred to Beth. After opening the thin blouse Beth then slid it down her shoulder. As she did Sara slowly stood up, leaving the shirt on Beth’s lap, and turned around showing us her naked chest. We noticed two things, first the sight of a pair of beautifully succulent breasts topped with rock hard rosy nipples, just begging to sucked on. The second was that somehow the short skirt had risen to be noting more than a belt around her waist revealing a pair of white skimpy panties. Sara carried on dancing to the music sinking low and spreading her legs wide, our eyes drawn the her pussy barely covered by the thin strip of material between her legs. Standing up Sara leaned forward placing her hands on Beth’s shoulders and slowly rubbed her nipples across the lips of a panting Beth.

The music ended and unfortunately so did the dance. I knew we needed to get home now, that neither of us could wait any longer so I passed Beth a £20 note to pay for her dance. Sara smiled and pointed to her panties indicating that Beth should place the money there and tucked the note into the band. “ I would hate for that to fall our, would you mind tucking it further down” Sara asked. Beth simply nodded and slid her hand all the way inside Sara’s panties and kept it there. It was obvious by the way that she grinded her pussy against Beth’s hand that she was fingering her. After what seemed like ages but must have only been moments Beth slowly removed her hand and immediately started sucking on her own fingers. As Sara left, Beth turned to me and kissed me, allowing me to enjoy the taste of another women for her mouth. Breaking the kiss she simply said to me “Take me home now”.

The short trip home, felt like it was taking forever and it was all we could do to prevent from fucking right there in the back of the taxi. But before long we pulled up outside, I paid the driver not caring about the change, but as we walked up the drive our hearts sank there was a car parked outside. It was Beth’s daughters car. I felt like screaming, and I could tell Beth felt the same way. The whole night was all about teasing and building up to this moment, and now this moment was going to have postponed until we could be alone again.

Inside Beth called out to Lucy but no reply came. In the kitchen there was a note.
“Mum and Si
So sorry to do this to you both. Guess you are both out for the night. Hope I am not going to ruin your evening, but me and Mark broken up I caught him cheating on me. I hope you don’t mind that I stay for a few days. Anyway I’ll talk to you both about it tomorrow. I am fine about it but, just need a few days to clear my mind. I haven’t slept properly for weeks. I have taken a couple of sleeping tablets, they are strong ones that will knock me out till probably tomorrow lunch, just need a good 18 hours sleep. Don’t worry about waking me, I will be dead to the world till tomorrow.
Speak to tomorrow and don’t worry
LUCY X”
“Bless her, though I can’t say I am disappointed, Mark was a dick. Get us a drink while I get comfortable, maybe we can still rescue the night, if not how we were hoping.”

Beth found me in the kitchen pouring wine, she was wearing a red silky short night shirt buttoned up the front, a pair of matching shorts barely covering her arse. She took her wine and drank it down, she then took my glass and emptied that as well, and said “now come with me”.

Taking my hand in her she led me to the bedroom, her other hand rubbing my cock through me jeans. “ You have given the best night of my life, but you have woken something in me that just wont go away….and I don’t want it too! I need to live my life like tonight, I am so horny. Every sensation is so heighten, I can feel the silk caressing my nipples, my pussy needs to be filled. But I am even horny in my brain, I can’t think of anything but perverted and sordid thoughts. I hope you can cope with me, because I can’t stop, I have changed deep inside. We stopped outside the spare room, outside Lucy’s room. I had best check she is asleep, don’t you think, I would hate us to wake her. I nodded, but encouraged her to be quick that I needed her in the worst way. She slowly open the door, the light in the hall allowing just a little light into the room. Beth crept inside, but shocked me by not letting go of my hand and pulling me inside. “Lucy, Lucy” Beth whispered. Through the low light we could only just make out the bed. Beth moved closer pulling me behind her. Beth called our her daughters name again, though this time louder. Still no response came as she stroked her hair all the while talking, now in a normal voice. Even a gentle shake of her shoulders didn’t interrupt the sound of gentle breathing.

“She seems ok, guess these tablets really do knock her out” I gasped as she let go of my hand and grasps my cock right there in front of her sleeping daughter. She unzips my jeans, taking my rock hard cock in her hand. My hands move by themselves to Beth’s tits caressing her nipples though the silky material. “ This turning you on isn’t it? Here we are wanking and groping while we talk dirty about my daughter like I know you love too, but this time she is right here. I could get on my knees by her bed and suck you till you shoot your hot cum in my mouth and she would never know, or maybe you would prefer it that I leant forward bent over her bed while you ram your cock in me as my tits sway over her sleeping body. I bet you could tell me to touch her sleeping body while you watch and wank and she wouldn’t even stir.” I couldn’t help myself and I groaned out loud. “That’s what you want is it? I knew it would be and I also know that you would never ask me. So I am just going to do it! If you want to tell me what to do, then tell me, if not just stand there and wank while you watch and enjoy”

She ran her hands lightly over the sheet that cover her daughters sleeping body. I could see the outline of her legs and her mother gently stroked them, sliding up the inside of her thighs, but not quite reaching her pussy. Then she moved to just her pussy, all the time running her finger tips up her body. I gasped as she ran over the outline of her tits, then again as she started to slide the sheet towards her daughters feet, giving me the sight of her daughter in nothing more than silky pj’s. “ I think we need a little more light, don’t want you to miss any of the action!” Beth said as she turned the bedside light on and giving me a dirty look.

I took the opportunity to have a good perv at her sleeping form. “Mmm, I just love the look of pure lust that you have in your eyes” Beth said to me. “Feel me, touch me, while I fondle my daughter” I could only nod as I stood behind her my hard cock rubbing against her arse my hands on her tits. Beth leaned back and kissed me deep and hard. “How about this, anything u do to my body I will do to hers.” Beth’s hands returned to
Lucy’s silky covered breasts and gave them the same gentle groping to Beth’s. I began to feel braver and began to twist Beth’s nipples, gently at first and gradually harder eventually grasping her hard nipples and pulling them away from her body, gentling pulling her breast away from her chest. Everything I did Beth copied. I couldn’t stand it any longer, what little remained of my sense of morality left me and I had to go for broke. I let go of Beth’s nipples and instead my fingers found the buttons of her silky night shirt, I unbuttoned it. Beth looked deep in my eyes, the look of lust was plain to see. And slowly she grasped the top button of Lucy shirt and nimbly undid it. “Keep going” she said. And I did, all the way down the front until every button was undone, sliding my hand slowly up from the waistband of her shorts, across her naked skin till my hand cupped her naked breast. Beth said simply “Watch” as she copied the same motion, the front of Lucy’s shirt falling open revealing the two perfect globes of Lucy’s breasts Beth’s hand gently cupping them. “ Can you feel how hard my nipples are? My daughter’s are just as hard. Give me your hand so that you can compare our nipples.

She took my hand under hers, and guided my finger to brush her daughter nipples, and she was right they were rock hard. I was doing all I could not to rub my cock over Beth’s arse cause I knew I was ready to explode. Here I was groping an 18 year old with her mum encouraging me and getting off on it just as much as me. With one hand on Lucy’s perky tits my other slid down Beth’s body into her silky shorts and couldn’t believe how wet she was. She was panting like a dog on heat as my fingers gently circled her clit. “You perv, you know that now I have to do the same to Lucy!” As she slid her into Lucy’s silky panties and I could see the outline of fingers coping mine. “Damn, she’s as wet as me! Guess we are giving her a real filthy dream”
“Really? I can’t believe it, but I am sure loving this filthy you!”
“I bet you are! Now slide a finger inside me, cause I want to finger my daughter!” Who was I to disappoint, and slid a finger deep inside Beth’s dripping pussy. I could see from the angle of her hand that she truly was fingering Lucy. She brought her fingers to my mouth rubbing the over my lips and said “taste her”. After sucking as much cum from her fingers as I could get Beth said “you’ve tasted my daughter cum it’s only fair that I get to as well. Help me take her panties down.” Lucy’s was shaved bare except for a small patch above her clit. Beth gently spread Lucy’s legs, knelt down between them and began to eat her. I could believe what I was seeing, but Beth didn’t stop there. “Now get behind me a fuck me hard, I know you won’t last long and I don’t care. I just need to feel you cum inside me while I suck on my daughter cunt.

She was right I could barely hold on long enough to slide into her, but I managed. It was obvious that I wouldn’t last more than a few minutes and soon enough with the feel of velvet that surrounded my cock and the sight in front of me, I gave up to the inevitable and with one last hard thrust I shoot every once of me into Beth as she came with me.

I expected the realisation of what we had done, just sink in. But Beth seemed happy with what we had done to her daughter as she gentle re-dressed Lucy.
“She’ll have no clue to how much pleasure she has given us tonight, but maybe we can give her something to make her wonder. Rub you cock over her lips, let her taste us in the morning. But this time you do it on your own I just want to watch this!” What could I do? So slowly leaning over Lucy’s face I rubbed the end of my cock over her lips, giving them a gentle coating of our combined cum. Not able to resist I pushed a little harder until I slipped just inside her mouth. “Come on perv, don’t get any more ideas, save that for next time!”

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Laura, a lesbian, has been blackmailed into taking part in what is ostensibly a hetero conversion therapy. However, its real purpose goes far beyond that…

Chapter 21
UNDERWEAR SHOPPING

At lunch Laura left work at the Department, and on her way to the Pretty Titty she decided to go underwear shopping. She had given the last of her own underwear to Alistair yesterday, so today she had confiscated Erica’s underwear drawer. She had no intention of replacing Erica’s clothes – it would do her girlfriend good to go around with a bare snatch and unsupported melons for a bit – but Laura wanted more for herself.
She picked out a lingerie store called Claire’s Boutique, decorated in a pink motif, and with a pretty brunette behind the counter too young to be Claire herself.

Indeed, she was not. “Hi, I’m Bethany,” the girl said. “How can I help you today?” If she could tell that Laura had rubbed cum into her face that morning she gave no sign of it.

“I’m after five pairs of bra and panties,” Laura said.

“Of course. Do you know your measurements?”

Laura gave them.

“Cup size?” asked the attendant.

“34DD,” said Laura, blushing. She hated having to admit how big her breasts were.

Then, the next thing Laura knew, she was naked except for her collar, alone, in a changing cubicle. What had happened? She started to panic. How had she got here?

With a sinking heart she started to remember. The girl – (the slut, she corrected herself) – Bethany had started to pick out underwear, but Laura had vagued out. She had started to picture Bethany naked, licking Laura’s cunt, drinking Laura’s piss, being fucked by a man, having sperm licked from her snatch by Laura. Laura had lost touch with the real world and entered a kind of sleepwalking state until she’d woken up…. here.

Laura’s pussy was wet. Oh god, had she done something embarrassing? Had she masturbated in public? Had she at least waited till she was in the changeroom to undress? There were a range of lingerie items here for her to try on. They were all incredibly slutty. Had Bethany selected them or were they Laura’s idea?

A voice sounded from outside the stall. It was Bethany’s. “Everything okay?” It sounded breezy and cheerful. It gave Laura hope she hadn’t behaved like a total whore.

“Fine” Laura replied, trying to match Bethany’s tone. Laura had never had a blackout like this before, although it reminded her of the way her thinking altered when she took her drugs. It alarmed her but she knew she had been stressed, drugged and sleeping poorly for weeks now. She was lucky she hadn’t fainted entirely.

Laura looked at the underwear waiting for her dubiously and selected the least slutty pair. It was a pink satin bra and panties – sexy, but not overly revealing. She had come here for a reason and she still needed new underwear, so she tried them on.

The panties fit fine, if snugly, but the bra was too tight. She was able to snap the clasp together in back but it crushed her large breasts and made it hard to breathe. She made a noise of discomfort.

“How does it fit?” called Bethany from outside.

“It’s too tight,” Laura said. “The bra, I mean.”

“Too tight where?” asked Bethany.

“Across the bust,” said Laura. And then yelped as electric shocks went off in her neck and cunt. To her horror she felt her bladder loosening and only just managed to avoid pissing in the store panties.

“Sorry, where?” asked Bethany. “I didn’t catch that.”

Laura panicked. “Bust” was a forbidden word, it seemed. So was breasts, boobs, tits, udders and, she guessed, bosom. She searched for a word the collar might accept that wouldn’t get her kicked out of the store.

“Across my funbags,” she said, and sighed with relief when there was no shock. “My funbags don’t fit in the cups.” There was a little buzz in the collar at this, but no shock.

There was silence for a moment, then Bethany said “I’ll find you the next cup size up.”

A moment later a new bra was thrown over the cubicle partition, and when Laura tried it on she found that it fit.

“Better? Are your boobs okay?” asked Bethany.

“My funbags are fine,” said Laura, and then had to choke down a scream as the collar shocked her neck and twat again. This time Laura DID lose control of her bladder, and could only stand in horror as she felt herself piss into the pink satin panties.

What happened? she thought, as thd panties became warm and wet against her snatch. She hadn’t been shocked when she said funbags before.

She remembered the little buzz on the second time she said it. Maybe it was a warning. Maybe some words expired if she said them too often. Maybe she was supposed to rotate words and keep a wide vocabulary.

None of this helped her now. The panties were soaked through and piss was drizzling from her crotch onto the tiled floor of the cubicle. She was finally able to regain control of her bladder but not before she was standing over a small pool of urine.

Laura was horrified. The panties had to go back to the store, and she couldn’t hand them back soaked in piss. And Bethany would notice if she left a puddle of urine on the floor.

“Do you want to show me if it fits?” Bethany was asking.

“No, I’m okay. I’m going to try on the other ones,” Laura said, desperate to keep Bethany away. She had to get rid of the piss. She hurriedly pulled the panties off and hung them gingerly from a hanger by a dry end. They weren’t too bad – the wetness was mostly confined to the crotch. But what was she to do about the pool of piss?

She cast about for something to mop it up with, but the only cloth in the room were her clothes, piled in a corner where she had presumably taken them off, and the underwear. She would have to wear the clothes out of the shop, and could hardly use them as a piss rag, and the store’s underwear were out for similar reasons. If Laura had worn her own underwear into the store she could have used that to sop up the urine, but of course Alistair had confiscated it this morning.

How was she going to get rid of the urine? She wished Erica was here. She could just make Erica lick it up….

Laura felt her stomach sink. That was, of course, what she was going to have to do. There was nothing absorbent in the cubicle. The only way she could make the piss vanish was by licking it up.

She didn’t want to, of course. It was disgusting. But she knew she could do it. After all, she’d made Erica drink her piss, and Erica had managed it. If her stupid slut girlfriend could do it, then Laura could too.

She took off the bra, because she was going to have to get on all fours and she didn’t want the store bra to get wet. This left her completely naked, and in this state she sank to the ground, in a crawling position like a dog. There wasn’t much room in the cubicle, but there was just enough. She felt her thighs pressed together in this kneeling position, and the word “feminist” suddenly went through her head. Entirely without thinking about it, Laura flinched, and parted her legs a little. Then she lowered her head to the pool of piss, and began to lick.

It tasted sour and wet and at first Laura gagged. But she wasn’t going to admit that she couldn’t do something which Erica had managed, and so she stuck with it, extending her tongue and running it along the cubicle floor to gather all the urine. Her tits occasionally brushed the ground and came away damp from the piss. She crawled around a bit to get in new positions to clean it all up, keeping her knees at least a litlte apart at all times.

When she finally finished, she raised herself up in a kneeling position. She caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror – naked, big-titted, pink-haired, kneeling with her legs apart and her nipples damp with piss. As clear as day, she fantasised she could see the words “good slut!” superimposed on the mirror, and suddenly she was aware that her cunt was again dripping wet. She blushed, and staggered to her feet. How had she gotten aroused from licking up piss? It had tasted awful and felt terrible. But there was no denying that her pussy was dripping. She touched it, and gasped at how good it felt, before jerking her hand away. She knew if she started playing with herself she might not be able to stop, and she had been quite slutty enough for one day.

“Do they fit?” Bethany asked, and suddenly Laura remembered that she was supposed to be trying on the other underpants.

“Um, still trying!” she said, and began to hurriedly try on the rest of the sets picked out for her.

As she had seen before, the remaining lingerie was all very slutty, but still she put each one on to check. She needed to get out of the shop and get to the strip club – she didn’t have time to pick out more choices, especially as she didn’t know how long her blackout had been. She would have to try these and buy them if they remotely fit. They only needed to last until Alistair saw them anyway.

The first pair was little more than string. The crotch of the the panties vanished between her labia and ass cheeks, and the bra looked more like tit bondage than something designed for support. In the mirror she looked like a total rapetoy. “Obedient bitch”, said her mind, and her twat got even wetter.

The second had cut-out windows for her twat and nipples and offered no concealment. (“Good cunt”, said the mirror.) The third was sexy but concealing, but it had the words “use me” stencilled on the bra cups and the crotch. (“Well-behaved fucktoy”, said the mirror.) And the fourth was a half-cup bra that stopped short of her nippes, and a tassle that appeared to clip onto her labia rather than panties. (“You were made for raping”, she thought, and was aware that cunt juices were now dribbling down her inner thigh.)

None of the bras fit properly – they were all too small, and hurt – but Laura didn’t have time to ask for a more appropriate size for these ones. They would have to do. She wondered why they didn’t fit, and guessed that maybe the level of arousal she had been in had made her tits swell or become engorged. She was mortified to think her tits were even bigger than they had been but could do nothing about it.

She changed through each of the outfits as quickly as possible without really thinking about them, and then dressed in her work clothes, and went to the counter, where Bethany was waiting.

“Those are all fine,” Laura said. “I’ll buy them.”

“Okay, just pass them to me and I’ll ring them up,” said Bethany.

Laura froze. She couldn’t do that. “No, they’re fine as they are,” she said.

“I’m afraid I need to see them,” said Bethany, “or I can’t disengage the anti-theft.”

Beginning to blush a deep red, Laura handed the bundle of underwear over to Bethany. She had been expecting to be humiliated by the piss-wet panties, but she hadn’t realised it was worse than that. As Bethany began to poke through the pile, her face changing steadily into an expression of horror and disgust, Laura realised that EVERY pair of panties was wet, right where they had come into contact with her sopping wet twat. She had just handed Bethany a pile of underwear soaked with her cunt honey.

“God,” said Bethany, wrinkling her nose. “What have you DONE to these?”

“I’m sorry,” said Laura, wishing she could just run away. “I’ll pay for them, okay?”

Bethany was clearly revolted by Laura. “You’d better. Pass me your card.”

Laura passed across her credit card and stood, fidgeting, while Bethany processed it. There was a long delay, and then a noise Laura recognised – the noise of her card being declined.

Her heart sank. Of course there wasn’t the money to buy expensive lingerie on her card. She had paid her blackmailer as much as she was able, and she was at the end of her public service pay cycle. She couldn’t afford this lingerie.

Bethany was looking at the card in horror. “What the fuck?” she said. “Do you have another card?”

Laura felt herself starting to cry. “No,” she said. “I’m sorry. I didn’t realise. I don’t have the money.”

Bethany held up the wet panties. “These can’t be resold, you know? They’re going to come out of my paycheck. I can’t afford these either, you know?”

“I’m sorry,” Laura repeated. She was just glad there was no one else in the shop.

Bethany realised the same thing – that they were alone. She walked quickly around the counter, grabbed Laura’s arm, and pulled her back to the changerooms, still holding the wet panties and bras.

“You will be sorry,” she hissed, pushing Laura into the changeroom violently. Laura hit the back wall hard and stayed there, pressed against it, shocked. What was happening?

Bethany pulled the door shut behind the two of them, and then slapped Laura across the face. Laura gasped.

“I can’t afford these, you slut,” spat Bethany. “I was going to buy my girlfriend a present this week but I can’t if I have to waste money on these instead. What did you do with them? Did you piss on them?”

Laura’s breath was catching now in little half-sobs. “I was – I was wet. My” – she almost said vagina and then remembered her collar – “my sluthole was wet.”

“Gross,” said Bethany. “Ugh, what a slut.” She paused, and then said, “Show me.”

Laura didn’t know what to do. She lifted her skirt and displayed her nude, wet cunt to Bethany.

Bethany looked at it for a couple of seconds, expressionless. Laura didn’t know what she was thinking. Bethany had said she had a girlfriend. Did she like girls? Did she like cunts? Did she like Laura’s cunt?

“Here’s what we’re going to do,” Bethany said after a minute. “You’re going to steal all this underwear. That way it comes out of shop breakage, rather than my pay. And if I get asked questions I’ll say it was probably that big-titted pink-haired slut who stole it, and the police can come investigate you.”

“No,” said Laura.

“Yes,” said Bethany, “So you’d better hope no one notices. And because you’re a thief, you can’t just walk out with it all in your arms. You’ll have to hide it.”

She wadded up the first pair of panties – the ones Laura had pissed in – in her hand. Laura didn’t understand what she meant, until Bethany reached down and started pushing the panties up Laura’s snatch. Laura squealed in surprise. She started to close her legs to stop Bethany, but then she again thought “feminist”, and flinched, and relaxed her legs to let Bethany access her pussy. She didn’t want Bethany touching her there, but at the same time she didn’t want to close her legs.

When the first pair of panties had disappeared up Laura’s twat, Bethany repeated it with the second and the third, and fourth and fifth, and then started on the bras. Four of the five bras had no underwire, and easily vanished up Laura’s pussy. By now Laura’s pussy was achingly full. It hurt and Laura thought she couldn’t have closed her legs all the way even if she wanted to.

The fifth bra had underwire and simply wouldn’t fit into Laura’s twat safely even if Bethany was prepared to hurt Laura (which she was). Bethany thought for a moment, and then vaniished to the front counter and came back with a clothespeg. She took one of the rear straps of the bra, reached behind Laura, and pushed it into her asshole. Laura squealed again but offered no resistance as Bethany stuffed as much fabric as possible tightly into Laura’s butt. She then brought the remainder of the bra between Laura’s legs, so that one cup rested against her taint and the other against her cunt, and used the clothespeg to clip the other strap to Laura’s clitoris. Laura squeaked again. It hurt – a lot. But the bra was now positioned so that if Laura was careful to avoid releasing it from her anus it would not show beneath Laura’s skirt.

Bethany looked at what she had achieved. “Good slut,” she said, and Laura felt her cunt start moistening again at the words. She knew everything inside her was going to be soaked in her arousal. She momentarily pictured herself wearing the cunt-honey soeaked underwear, and the words “obedient bitch” appeared over her mental picture and she got even wetter.

“One more thing,” said Bethany. Her face was flushed now and Laura realised the sales girl was aroused. She felt Bethany’s hands on her her shoulders, pushing her down, and Laura obediently knelt in front of Bethany. She could guess what was coming, and was not surprised when Bethany lifted her skirt and pushed aside her pretty white panties to show her shaved twat.

“Lick me,” Bethany said, her voice heavy with lust, and Laura did. It wasn’t the first time Laura had been forced to lick a stranger’s pussy, and she thought Bethany was prettier than Candy even if her pussy wasn’t as nice-tasting as Candy’s strawberry-flavoured fuckhole. She parted Bethany’s labia with her fingers and lapped obediently at the wet pink flesh inside. It didn’t feel right at first but then Bethany started to moan, and her hands came down to grip Laura’s hair tightly, and suddenly it felt correct and natural for Laura to be doing this. Laura’s pussy gushed with desire and suddenly the pain in her clitoris felt good and sexy. Laura moaned sluttily into Bethany’s twat as she ran her tongue over the shopgirl’s clit and probed up her whore-tunnel.

By the time Bethany finally orgasmed, Laura’s face was glistening with Bethany’s whore-nectar. She looked up at Bethany for approval, and saw that Bethany was very satisfied with the licking she had received. The girl had relaxed her grip on Laura’s hair and was now stroking it almost affectionately.

“Thank you,” mumbled Laura into Bethany’s pussy. “Thank you for stuffing my clothes up my cockholster. Thank you for making me lick your twat.”

Bethany didn’t seem to hear, still lost in the pleasure of orgasm.

“Can I go?” Laura asked in a small voice.

Bethany remembered where she was, looked down at Laura, and changed her expression to one of disgust. She backed away quickly, rearranging her skirt and panties to look more appropriate.

“Yes, get out of here,” she spat. “You’re a disgusting whore and if you ever come back here again I’ll call the police.”

Laura staggered to her feet, her cunt still stuffed with the underwear, her face wet with Bethany’s arousal, and staggered out of the store.

She felt dirty and humiiliated but she tried to focus on the good points. She had just obtained a week’s worth of underwear for free, after all.

She waddled with her cunt stuff through the mall until she found a store that offered free shopping bags. She bought a stick of gum with the change in her purse, asked for a bag with it, and then hurried to the women’s toilets, where she was able to pull the lingerie out of her twat and move it to the bag. As she had feared, it was practically dripping with her internal juices, but it was probably nothing that the washing machine couldn’t fix. She unclipped the bra from her clitoris too, and pulled its other strap out of her ass.

There was something Laura needed to do, though. She went to the closest toilet stall, locked herself in, sat on the seat, and took one of the pairs of panties out of the bag. She looked at it a moment, then put in her mouth and started sucking on it. It tasted like slut. It tasted good. Moaning happily, Laura leant back on the seat, lifted her skirt, spread her legs, and masturbated to a very satisfying orgasm.

(To be continued….)

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Part 2

I awoke the next morning to my alarm ringing loudly as I quickly silenced the ringing clock. Checking on whether the two other girls in the room had been disturbed from their sleep, I immediately noticed that Leslie was still in Laura’s bed and they were both still out of it. “Boy,” I thought, “it’s a good thing that I’m headed down stairs because if Momma had come in and seen this pair and Leslie being naked and all, well there would be hell to pay.”

I silently crept out of the bedroom and slipped downstairs and into the kitchen and was my Momma ever surprised to see me. I told her “Good morning” and asked her what’s for breakfast and she curiously asked why I was up so early. I told her that we had gone to bed early and I was the first one up and I would make sure the others were up as soon as I got something to eat. Glancing at her watch, she said that she had to get going and rushed out to the garage and on her way. Daddy had long ago left and as the garage door made it way back down, it gave the signal that the coast was clear so I ran back up the stairs to the bedroom.

As I approached the door, I heard them talking in soft voices like last night so I came to a stop right outside the closed door. Listening intently, I heard Leslie say, “No Kristy didn’t hear us last night. She was asleep now lay back and enjoy it.” I heard the bed squeak and then I heard Laura moan. I got that feeling back in my crotch and as I slowly opened the door a crack, I looked in and saw Leslie’s body on the outside of the covers with her hand down on Laura’s crotch.

She was rubbing on the outside of Laura’s pajamas as my sister’s head rested on the pillow with her eyes closed. Her chin was up in the air and she was biting down on her lower lip. Leslie was telling her something in a low voice that I couldn’t make out but Laura said, “Uh huh,” in response. Her legs widened out as her hips rose slightly.

“That’s it,” Leslie was saying to her, “doesn’t that feel good. Pick up your top and let me see you play with your titties a little.”

Laura obeyed the instructions as she reached down and pulled up her pajama top and gathered it around her neck line and then with one of her hands, she started caressing her own nipple. It must have felt wonderful because she arched her back as she bit down on her lower lip again and moaned even louder than she had the first time.

Leslie glanced over at the door and noticed it open a bit. She looked hard at who was on the other side and then smiled and told Laura, “Shush, do you want to bring Kristy back up here?”

Leslie looked at the slightly opened door again and gave it a big smile and moved her hand up to the waistband of Laura’s pajamas. Laura told her, “Oh no Leslie, it’s too dangerous to put your hand in there. What would happen if my sister was to come back up?”

Pressing her hand downward until it rested right on her naked crotch under the pajama bottoms, Leslie said, “Don’t worry, I’ll hear her come up the stairs if she comes but I don’t think that she will and besides, it’s no big deal if she sees us is it?”

Laura was too busy to hear her last statement as she was feeling the sensation of have her bare pussy rubbed and Leslie’s finger make it way up her slit. When it found her clitoris, Laura jerked her body upward and cried out in a muffled scream of ecstasy as she felt Leslie’s magic finger do its thing.

“Oh my God,” Laura exclaimed. “Oh Leslie, it feels so good. Do it some more to me.”

Leslie complied and Laura arched her back once again as she started to orgasm all over her bed. Leslie’s hand was buried inside of her pajamas as the bulge at the crotch was moving like a blur. Laura was over the top with her release and was twisting her poor nipple with the hand that was fondling it. Her chin was pointing straight up in the air and she was not breathing and then, in a one loud grunt, she exploded into a massive orgasm that rattled the windows.

Leslie glanced over at the door again but she wasn’t smiling like she had before. She had a serious look on her face like she was ready to explode also and her hand was feverishly rubbing Laura’s crotch. My mouth was wide open and I had the strangest yearning to rub my own crotch standing outside my bedroom. I was starring right at Laura’s crotch as Leslie hand was rubbing it and I didn’t give a darn who could see me as I opened the door just a little bit more.

“GOD LESLIE, OH LESLIEEE, OH GOD IT FEELS SO GOOD!” she screamed.

Leslie yanked out her hand from between Laura’s legs and rushed it to her mouth. I could almost smell Laura’s odor from way over at my position but as I looked on, Leslie took it into her mouth and started to clean it off. I couldn’t watch this anymore so turned around and headed back down the stairs. My knees began to shake and I almost fell down the stairwell I was so excited. But when I finally got to the kitchen, I sat down in a chair and continued to catch my breath. I smiled to myself and took a deep breath.

I fixed bowl of cereal for myself was in the process of eating it when the pair of lovers came down the stairs to join me. Laura was still wearing her pajamas and Leslie had on a terry cloth robe. Both looked at me rather peculiar but Laura’s face was red and flushed.

“About time you two got down here,” I said.

“Yeah, we just now woke up,” offered Laura.

I glanced at Leslie but she was looking the other way and would not meet my gaze. After awhile I caught her eye and gave her a wink and she just smiled a little. I put my bowl in the dishwasher and told them that I was going up to take a shower and get dressed and that I would see them in awhile. As I walked back up the stairs, I heard Laura whisper to Leslie, “I don’t think she knows anything, do you?”

“Naw,” Leslie responded.

I went into the bathroom carrying a change of clothing and a towel and closed the door behind me. I looked at myself in the mirror and wondered when my breasts would get bigger and start feeling like a woman instead of a skinny 12 year old. I removed my night gown and was looking at my tiny boobies when the door opened a crack and then fully and in walked Leslie.

I instinctively covered my chest with my arms and looked at her through the mirror. She walked up behind me and placed her hands on my bare shoulders, looking into my eyes all the way. She lightly caressed my skin with her hands and then slowly moved them down to the tie that kept her robe around her. Pulling on it gently, it opened up and fell apart exposing her naked body to my gaze. She scooted up close behind me and I could feel the heat from her bare body rubbing up against me. As I stood there is just my panties with my arm over my young chest, I could feel my own heat start to grow.

She traced her touch down each of my arms from the shoulders to my wrists, barely touching my skin and then, taking my arm in one hand, she pulled it off of its place over my chest and guided it down to my side. I watched in horror as I saw my own bare chest make it presence known. My cheeks turned a little red but I did not move my arm back up for cover.

Her hands went up my tummy to just below where my two little mounds were forming and then she touched my nipples with the back of her knuckles. The sensation was mind blowing as they each stiffened up like pebbles. My face became flush as I fought for my breath and my eyes started to water. I took in a deep inhale as I alternated my gaze between Leslie’s hands and her face. She was smiling a seductive smile and it made me shiver with dread and anticipation. I knew it was wrong but it felt so good.

She turned her hand over and rubbed each of my nipples with the palm of her hand. Ever so lightly I felt her hand touch and stimulate my pebbles. In a moment, her touch became a squeeze and my eyes closed involuntarily to the sensation to only reopen when the sensation changed and I felt her touch go back down to my tummy again. As it reached down to my cotton briefs, I felt a strange jolt emanate out of my crotch as my knees began to buckle and a sight moan escaped my lips. My face became flushed and my eyes grew wider as I watched her hand go down over my panties and I felt a pressured touch on my private area. My knees again started to give way as my mind began to blur.

I watched as her finger went down between my legs and I could feel it as it entered my junction. It felt so amazingly stimulating that I wanted to pee right then and there. I bowed my hips backward as her finger continued to press forward and another moan came out of my open mouth. I looked up into Leslie’s eyes and I saw the confidence of someone who knew what she was doing plus she gave me a quick smile and a nod of her head. I relented to her touch and closed my eyes to enjoy it.

I felt her finger drag along my slit and I jumped and squealed when it touched my node. I felt for the first time the wonderful sensation of having my clitoris touched by someone and I knew why everyone craved the contact. It felt so absolutely great that I cried out and bent down at the waist only to straighten back up and press my hips forward for another caress. My eyes were still closed and my mind was anticipating her next move. But when I felt her hand go up to the top of my panties and insert itself down the front, they sprang back open and a look of horror came over my entire face.

As her hand made its way down as far as it would reach, I knew that she had felt my poor little growth of fuzz that I like to call my pubic hair and my face turned an instant color of red. I glanced up to her eyes and they gave me a reassuring look that told me that it was alright. She wasn’t making any judgment and this was to be just for me so I once again closed my eyes and enjoyed her fingering touch.

As it made its way up my slit, I had the uncontrollable desire to return the favor to the aggressor so I slid my hand back to find her hairy crotch and when I did, started duplicating her every move. She moaned in my ear as she opened up her stance and started moving her finger in rhythm with my own. We were both starting to get heated when there came a knock at the door and a voice asking what was going on. Withdrawing her hand in a flash as I pulled my touch away from her slit, she quickly took a step backward to allow some air to get between our two sweaty bodies.

“Nothing,” she managed to say as I grabbed up my things and headed towards the opening door, foregoing my desperate need for a shower to get all of the sexual odors out from between my legs. I hurriedly walked out of the bathroom as Laura walked in and she stopped to watch as I went straight to my closet. The only piece of clothing that I had on was my panties and I never walk around in just my underwear. Laura took one look at me going and then back to Leslie and asked, “What was going on in there anyway?”

Leslie told her nonchalantly, “Nothing, I was just getting to know my cousin that’s all,” and walked over and turned on the shower. “Are you going to join me?” she asked, changing the subject.

Laura must had taken her up on the offer because after I got dressed and went back down to the kitchen they were up there for nearly 45 minutes doing whatever they were doing and when they finally came down the stairs, the both seemed rather satisfied with themselves and they were walking and touching each other just like back in school when a boy asks a girl to go steady.
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Right after lunch, the clouds started to build up and Laura and I knew that it meant that it was going to rain by mid-afternoon so we had better make some plans that required the indoors. I suggested that we play a board game but Laura deflected her choice to Leslie. Our cousin thought for a second and then a great big smile crossed her face.

“I know,” she said all enthusiastically. “Let’s stay in the house and play “Follow the Leader”.

We looked at each other with a questioning look in our expressions as Leslie’s face grew more animated.

“Haven’t you ever played it before?” she asked. We both shook our heads “no” as Leslie continued to explain. “It’s simple,” she said. “One person is the leader, I’ll start out, and then one of you will have to do exactly what I do and the third one does what the second one does. If you don’t then you have to sit out as the other one continues to play. We have to have something to play for, I don’t know, having to do something embarrassing in front of the other two. Let’s say the first person that doesn’t do exactly what the leader does is the loser and has to do whatever the leader tells her. Okay?”

We looked to each other for help but didn’t find anything like it in the eyes of the other. After this morning with a session with Leslie, I felt a foreboding deep inside my gut but was too afraid to tell them. Laura must have felt the same but kept her mouth shut so, with no objections, Leslie said, “Good. This will be fun! Okay, starting NOW!” and started running into the living room of the big farm house.

Laura followed and I brought up the rear as we tried to imitate every action that Leslie would make. She trotted along and occasionally would roll over a sofa and skip over a table. Then as she ran down the hallway, she made a detour into our parent’s room and into their bathroom. We weren’t supposed to be in there and we knew it but neither of us wanted to be the first one out of the game so we continued to follow the lead of our cousin.

Suddenly she stopped at our parent’s dirty clothes hamper and, opening the lid and picking through their dirty clothes. She picked out a pair of ladies panties and brought them up to her nose and took a deep breath in, right at the crotch. Then handing them along to Laura, she turned and watched her follow her actions to a tee.

Then it was my turn so I took them into my hands and placed the crotch of Momma underwear right over my nose, inhaling a breath of foul smelling odor that caused me to almost want to gag. I quickly threw them back into the hamper and closed the lid as the leader skipped out of their room and back down the hall. The sensation of smelling my mother’s underwear would not leave my mind as I continued to smell the essence of her panties in my nostrils and my mind drifted back to this morning and experience I had with Leslie.

She made the turn up the stairs and took a big heap upward, taking three steps at a time until she reached the landing and hopped on one foot towards our room. When she arrived, she started pulling off the shirt that she was wearing as Laura and I stopped and wondered what to do next. Laura unfastened the buttons to her overalls and started to duplicate the leader’s actions so I did the same. Soon Leslie was unfastening her bra and, letting it fall off of her gorgeous breasts and off of her arms, throwing it with of her fingertips to land on the floor.

Laura followed suit so I, in all of my embarrassment, did likewise. My breasts were so small compared to the other two that I felt like a kid standing there in front of them. Laura at least had something up there to compare with Leslie’s but I felt very self-conscious having my sister and my cousin see my tiny little protrusions. But when Leslie’s hands went down to the top of her skirt and opened it up for removal, I began to feel very uncomfortable.

Leslie expertly stepped out of her skirt and her fingers went up to the waistband of the thongs that she was wearing. Laura had just stepped out of her overalls and was looking on in just her cotton panties. I was just a second behind Laura with a look on my face that was full of dread. I knew that I should have objected to playing this game but I had a sense in my gut that allowed, no, demanded it to happen, so as I felt my cheeks start to flush, my own hands went up to the top of my panties and I waited for my sister’s next move.

Leslie slowly started her thong down over her thighs as the wet part got caught up in between her two lips. But when it gave way to the forced gravity and cleared her knees, she stood back up and let them fall to the floor. I watched them come off of her wondrous crotch and I almost choked on my own saliva as I drooled over the sight. My breaths were coming in a halting fashion as I could not take my eyes off of that beautiful crotch of my cousin, but when I noticed the movement of my sister removing her panties, I too, started my hands down to expose to the others, the dusting of pubic hair that I had grown to this stage.

I could feel my cheeks flush as I felt the scrutiny of four eyes examining my sparse little pubic mound but when I heard Leslie’s voice comment, “Not bad Kristy.” And “Way to go Laura,” I knew that my cheeks turned a bright red. I don’t know why it was so embarrassing for me. Leslie had just paid me a complement upon seeing what I had under my overalls and I should have been proud of it. But somehow I longed to have a body like she processed and I wondered if she knew just how lucky that I thought she was.

Leslie walked to the closet that she had hung up her clothes in and pulled out a dress and pulled it over her head. Laura went to her closet and I went to mine and we each followed suit. I picked out my favorite yellow sundress and Laura took out a mini-dress with short sleeves that clung to her body like a glove. Leslie was wearing a strapless little thing that barely covered her bare butt and as soon as she had her chicks behind her, she took big exaggerated steps back down the hall towards the stairs. I instantly noticed the breeze that came up my dress and felt a sudden sense of freedom and fun that I had been promised.

The naughty realization of being totally naked under my sundress made me smile with appreciation as I followed the person that I was beginning to not only understand but respect for her boldness and daring and I think that Laura was feeling the same as I noticed her picking up the front of her dress just a little higher than Leslie and I and twirling around a little faster just to see how far her hem would fight out. I was beginning to enjoy the sensual thoughts that were creeping into my mind as I wondered what was next from our leader.

She sat on the first step and scooted on her butt all the way down the steps on the hardwood flooring and then turned to enjoy the view of Laura as she duplicated her descent. Laura’s dress came up around her butt and exposed her crotch to Leslie’s hungry eyes and when she had stopped, Leslie was there right in front of Laura and put her arms around her. She pulled Laura close, trapping her skirt in between their bodies. Laura looked deeply into Leslie eyes as if to ask, “Well, what’s next,” and then stepped away, allowing her skirt to fall back down.

It was then my turn as they both turned to look up at my bumpy ride down the steps. They were looking directly up my sundress as it made it way up my legs to gather at my waist so when I managed to stop on the bottom step, my legs were spread and my dress was up to my tummy and I was panting like a dog. It felt so exciting to show off your private parts to my sister and my cousin that I almost wanted to run back up the stairs and do it all over again.

Laura stepped up to me and pulled me to my feet and pressed her body close to mine, trapping my skirt between our bodies. A funny look from my sister’s eyes gave me an impression that she was enjoying this game and then I felt a hand brush up against my inner hip and a voice whisper into our ears, “Nice skin Kristy,” and then Laura slowly released her grip on me..

I quit breathing I was so excited and yet embarrassed at the same time. Why did she touch me like that and how should I have handled it. “Oh God,” I thought to myself, “what’s happening to me?” I had no answer to my question but all that I knew was that I wanted it to happen again and soon.

Leslie had bounded away again, holding the hem of her dress up to her chest and spinning around. She loved to expose her pussy to us it seemed and I was beginning to enjoy showing off what little I had. Laura eyes were glassed over as she was breathing very heavily through her open mouth. When Leslie had made her way back into the family room, she plopped down on the rug with her legs crossed at the ankles and her knees spread out wide. She waited for us to join her and when we were settled, she raised the hem of her dress and put her hand right on her pubic mound.

Laura’s eyes grew wide as did mine as Laura began to object. “Oh no Leslie, not that.”

Leslie looked into Laura’s eyes with a stern warning, a look that meant, “Do you want to be the first one out?” Finally Laura’s hand started to move down between her legs as she bit her lower lip and closed her eyes. I reluctantly followed my sister’s lead and lowered my hand down to rest it on my crotch and as I first felt the sensation of feeling my own fuzzy little lips, a slight moaned involuntarily escaped from my lips.

“Now let’s see if you were paying attention to yesterday morning’s demonstration,” she said with a smile on her face. “Can you find your clitoris?”

I closed my eyes with shame as I stuck out my middle finger in search for the little button hiding under the light colored hood. It took but a second to feel the jolt of electricity run through my body as I rested my finger right on top of it. I knew the tingling from my earlier time with my cousin so the second touch felt even more delicious as I started massaging around it with my finger and soon I was rubbing it with enthusiastic strokes. It felt so good and so naughty to be rubbing myself in front of two other girls, but when I opened my eyes just a second to look at the others, I saw Laura’s hand was down between her legs in a blur and Leslie’s was pumping her finger into her opening.

I closed my eyes once again to enjoy the solitude of the moment when I heard Leslie voice interrupt it just as I was feeling so good down there. I opened my eyes as did Laura and we saw Leslie lay back on her back, raise her hips into the vertical position with her hands bracing her hips and spread out her legs as wide as she possibly could. Laura reluctantly followed the leader just as I was about to object but thought better of it and watched with anticipation as my sister’s skirt fell down to her chest exposing her entire bare crotch to me. I wondered what to do but then I, disappointedly, followed suit.

“Now girls,” Leslie instructed us, “bring your legs all the way down over your head and place your knees on the floor.”

We did as we were told and soon realized that we were in the most awkward position imaginable. Leslie continued by instructing, “Now hold that position and I’ll go around you. When she had positioned herself right at Laura’s butt, she said, “Now I’m going to touch you so don’t be surprised.”

I was in an awkward position to see exactly what went on but I could hear Laura’s groans and shrieks as Leslie did whatever she wanted to her with her in that position. My fears continued to grow as I waited for my turn and after what seemed like an eternity, I suddenly felt the touch of a hand go down to my wide open crotch.

I closed my eyes and felt terribly embarrassed at the touch but soon began to feel the sensation that was intended as my legs managed to spread out a little more. She was rubbing her finger deep into my slit and alternating between rubbing on my spot and probing my opening. Then I felt it go down to my butt hole and I jerked away from its pressing explorations. I was almost ready to object when I felt a wet, smooth object make it way from my butt up to my clitoris and it felt like a tongue. “It was a tongue! It was Laura’s tongue! She just licked my entire pussy with her tongue and now I had to do the same to Leslie!”

I rolled back down to a sitting position and looked at first into Laura’s eyes and then Leslie’s. Laura looked like she wasn’t even there and Leslie’s look was like nothing that I had ever seen before. It looked like she was crazed with desire, like she had lost al control over her thoughts and motions. I began to fear that I had gotten myself into something that I was regretting already. Leslie smiled at me and lay back down and rolled her hips up. Placing her knees down around her head and seperating her legs as far apart as she could, she waited for me to approach her.

I slowly did but knew that I could not go through with this. I placed my hand down on her open pussy and ran my finger up her slit and touched her clitoris. She moaned her enthusiasm as she wiggled her hips just a little. My finger went down to her opening and I stuck it inside of her and then I placed it on her butt hole. I tried to force myself down with my tongue to follow Laura’s last procedure but I just couldn’t make myself. Try as I might, I couldn’t do it. I stood up as Leslie rolled to a sitting position, panting like a dog in heat and looking very angry and disappointed.

“That’s not what I did to Laura!” she barked. “I licked her pussy and you didn’t lick mine. You will lose if you don’t lick mine right now.”

I looked down at my hands gather in front of my crotch as they smoothed out my best summer dress. Slowly I looked into Leslie’s eyes and said, “I just can’t Leslie. I’m sorry but I can’t. It seems so dirty that I just can’t.”

She got red in the face as she spit out the words, “Then you lose. Now you will have to do something embarrassing in front of both your sister and me.” She got up to her feet and stormed out of the room. I looked over at Laura and she was looking at me. “I’m sorry that I made her mad but I just couldn’t make myself lick her down there. I just couldn’t,” and broke down into a tension releasing sob. Laura came over and put her arms around my shoulders to comfort me as she whispered, “It’s alright now.”

Continued in Part 3

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Story about a young girl being molested on her bike ride through the park.

Copyright 2019 by tcs1963

All Rights Reserved

“Molested at the Park”

by tcs1963

It was a sunny Saturday morning, and I had decided to take a nice long bike ride. I had been wanting to get some training in before the “Breast Cancer Awareness” 20 K bike riding marathon.

School was out and it had been a moderately boring summer recess so far, and the marathon was going to be a highlight for me this year.

So, I got my dad to do some maintenance on my old trusty 10-speed bike and threw on my hot pink hot-pants and matching sports bra, and set out on my adventure.

When I rounded the corner of Elm Street, I could see the front of Rainbow Park. I decided to ride through and enjoy some of the scenery. Thinking that even if I am training, I may as well try to enjoy the beautiful sights and the beautiful day.

Turning onto the bike path I could feel the temperature change as the tree line blocked most of the sun. The cool air making my teen nipples stiffen inside my tight sports bra. My old bicycle seat had been incessantly teasing my little cunny, due to my movement and the taut fit of my shorts.

As I whipped my bike down the gravel paths, I kept thinking about my first sexual experience. My dance teacher used to touch me in the most intimate places during my private dance lessons.

I was so young when it happened that I didn’t understand the feelings she gave me, but now that I am almost eighteen I know she was actually grooming me. She never completely ravished my young body but her touches were magic to a blossoming young girl.

Lately, those thoughts had become paramount in my masturbation fantasies. Every time I rubbed my little pussy I would imagine her showing me how much fun it could be to have sex with an older lesbian woman.

That was a few years ago and me being almost eighteen now, learned to accept it for what it was. She had moved far away and I grew out of dance lessons. So I missed our private dance sessions and all of the hidden sexual fun we used to have together.

As I rode my bike through the park, admiring the great view and moderate weather, I realized I had to pee rather urgently. So I rode over to the ladies restroom. Locking my bike onto the bike rack I figured I would pee and have a tiny little break.

When I was walking to the door of the ladies room, I noticed this very pretty older woman sitting on the park bench across from the restroom. She gave me a mischievous smile and went back to reading her book. I smiled back and continued into the building.

After entering the stall and sitting on the toilet, with my bike shorts and panties around my ankles, I couldn’t help thinking of the sexy woman’s smile and what it meant. I let loose my stream thinking bad thoughts about the woman outside on the bench. “Was she a lesbian”? “Would she force or rape me”?

My thoughts were getting me more and more aroused and I was imagining her coming into the ladies room and ravishing my immature body, right there in the stall. But, to no avail, I had no such luck, so I wiped the urine droplets from my pussy lips and went back outside.

I walked over to the Coke machine and purchased a can of soda, and then took a seat on the bench just opposite from the sexy smiling woman. Unknowingly, I was flirting, I know now.

My legs leisurely spread to give her a better view of my tight shorts pulled into my slit. Then waving hello again, I started fidgeting in my seat, waving my legs open further while enjoying my soda.

After taking a few sips, I brought the can down inbetween my parted legs and settled it tight against my pussy. All the while I stared into the smiling lady’s eyes as they followed my hand. As she watched me push the cold can into my cunny, I saw her press her hand to her lap.

I really didn’t know how to react to her flirting, but what I did know was that I wanted this sexy older woman to seduce me. Her gestures and sexy stares had my panties so moist they were stuck to my skin. My tight little teen pussy was literally trembling from the inside out.

So as she watched me intently, I casually pulled the leg of my shorts aside to show her my panty covered pussy. She pressed her hand to her lap even harder and I could see the material give under the weight of her hand.

Then I casually slipped my panties aside to show her my bare pussy. I almost thought she would stand up and walk away in disgust, thinking that I’m some kind of sex freak. But she didn’t, she sat right there and watched me.

Just then, she got up and made her way towards the park ladies room, that I had just left. Every few steps, she would turn back to me and smile, using her index finger to give me the “come hither” hand gesture.

I really didn’t know why she would beckon me, but I was determined and excited to find out. I was also very hopeful that she was as much of a sex freak, as I am, and that she would want to take full advantage of me.

After she had disappeared from view and entered the building I stood up and followed her into the ladies room. Swinging my hips in a very lustful manner, signaling that I was truly interested in her as much as she was with me.

As I walked up to her, she looked at me and said, “That’s a very pretty little pussy. Do you mind if I have a closer look?”

Without saying a single word I pulled aside the leg of my shorts along with my panties, showing her my pussy, up close. She knelt down and moved her face really close to me, sniffing my female scent.

“Does it feel good when you touch it?” she looked up at me and asked,

All I could do was nod my head yes.

“Would you mind letting me touch your lovely little girl pussy?” she asked and almost before I could answer, I could feel her fingers tracing a line up and down my slit, along with her hot breath.

“It’s such a moist and tight little pussy you have here, would you let me give it a sexy kiss,” she said,

I just gave a lustful sigh and replied: “Oh yes, please kiss my pussy, Miss.”

Taking my hand, she led me to an empty stall and as she was telling me how pretty I was I could feel her hands lowering my shorts and rolling down my panties until they were hanging off my one ankle.

“Lean your pretty little hiney back against the wall and relax, and I’ll use my mouth and make love to your pretty pussy, Angel,” she told me as she knelt down in front of me on the restroom floor and put her hands on my inner thighs.

All I could think of as I leaned back against the wall was my former dancing teacher. She was the first person to say that she thought I had a pretty pussy. She always made me feel so special during our private lessons.

Looking down I saw the older lady breathe in my cunny scent before her hot tongue went to work teasing my labia. and with one long swipe, she stroked my whole slit. It was such a wonderful feeling it made my knees buckle.

Her tongue was stimulating my pussy much more than my fingers ever could and I was savoring every moment. Sucking on my pussy lips like she was swallowing my soul.

Next, she parted my lips with her fingers and sucked on my clitoris until it swelled and stuck out of its hood. Her tongue was touching me in the most extraordinary ways, she had me almost squealing.

Then as I was finally getting used to her teasing tongue, she drew back her hand and slapped me right on my swollen clit. The pain mixed with pleasure almost brought me to my knees. I was in convulsions, shaking with my pussy juice dripping down my taut thighs.

Then she plunged her tongue as far as she could deep into the cavity of my pussy and she started slapping my clit even harder, almost to the extent of a painful spanking. Making me squirm against the wall with pleasure and pain.

She continued to slap my oversensitive clit, and she must have realized that I was enjoying it immensely. So she stopped tongue fucking my pussy to say “That’s a naughty little pussy and I think it deserves this spanking.” with a big shit-eating grin on her face.

Then I squealed, “Oh yes, Miss. Please, Spank my naughty pussy.”

Much to the shock of both of us a lady police officer that had been patrolling the park walked into the ladies room and had heard me as I begged her to spank my pussy

Walking up to our stall and opening the door she said: “Yes, spank that dirty little sluts naughty pussy.”

Looking at her as she stepped into the stall, both of us gave a sigh of relief when the lady officer told us not to stop and locked the restroom door so nobody else could walk in.

My new friend and current to tormenter continued her assault on my lower body and the officer reached over and pinched and twisted my nipple. Then, I noticed the officer drop her trousers and state-issued plain cotton panties. Watching us play she leaned against the wall and started to finger her own hairless pussy.

Reaching the plateau of no return I thought to myself that it was time I let myself cum and the older lady torturing me became even more relentless. All of us girls crammed into one stall must have been a very funny sight to behold.

The older lady that was licking and spanking my pussy was lost in her manipulation of my pussy, and the lady police officer with her clothes all jumbled at her feet was fingering her juicy cunt, too. I just tried to stand there and be abused and molested at their whim.

Pushing my hips off the wall as far as I could to try and get my abused pussy even closer to the older lady’s mouth. Feeding my teen cunny to her as best I could.

I watched as the lady officer came over and knelt down behind the older lady, grabbing her nightstick and rubbing it along her sopping wet pussy.

The moan from the older lady when the nightstick slid into her cunt was muffled because her face was buried in my pussy. The lady officer was quite rough as she sawed in and out of her sloppy pussy.

Just then, I started my orgasm splashing the older ladies face and shirt with my discharge. I squirted just as if I was urinating all over my two new friends.

I was mostly incoherent and couldn’t stop my orgasm, cumming uncontrollably. Having one orgasm after the other and squirming my ass all over the bathroom wall.

Without giving me a chance to recover the lady officer pushed me onto the toilet, then straddled my lap and demanded I lick her pussy. She turned her head and spread her asscheeks and told the older lady to worship her asshole.

I timidly leaned in and licked her labia, I didn’t really want to, but the lady officer grabbed my hair and pulled my face to her pussy. Try as I might, to turn my face away her total control of my head kept me in place.

She screamed: “Lick my cunt you nasty slut, and you better lick it good or I’m going to run you both into jail”.

My tongue stretched out as far as I could and I nervously continued licking the officer’s sweaty pussy. The more I tasted her the more I was getting into it, and the hotter I was getting.

I could feel the closeness of us in that small stall, with the older lady rimming her ass, as I licked her pussy. Both of us working in unison to bring the officer to a climax.

My tongue was exploring every little crevice of her pussy and her moans were getting louder. When all at once I felt the older lady reach between the officer’s legs and she slapped my clit again, just before she plunged a couple of her fingers into my hot pussy. She started all over to wildly finger fuck my well-used cunny.

I didn’t know it at the time, but the older lady was sliding her other fingers into her own cunt. All three of us were moaning loudly together throughout the ladies room. Our efforts were culminating in all of us perverted ladies cumming together. The lady officer was gushing just like me and her pussy juice went right into my mouth.

It gushed out so fast that I couldn’t drink it all and it ran down my chest and onto the floor. But I did do my best to lick her pussy clean.

Afterward, we all got dressed, and the older lady and the lady police officer tried to get me to meet them again, and although I had a great time and I told them yes, I would meet them. I had no intention of coming back to the ladies room and meeting them next Saturday.

The End…

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One wild Vacation Chapter 2

The Cruise
Chapter 2
The next day we arrived at Riga in Latvia I had booked a tour as it seemed a nice place to visit
On the coach trip I had a woman from California sat next to me she was on holiday with her daughter, She told me her name was Suzanne we chatted about this and that her daughter who was called Joanne was sat behind us next to a old German gentleman who only spoke a few words of English so Jo was more interested in our conversation, we spent most of the trip together until about 5:00 when we arrived back at the port Sue and Jo both thanked me and gave me a kiss on the cheek Jo said “see you around” and gave me a wink. I freshened up and had dinner in the restaurant the evening show was recommended by my waiter so after a nice meal I had a quick drink in one of the bars and made my way to the theatre
The show was a man and woman doing acrobatics he was shorter than her but very stocky she was tall and elegant and very very supple she bent into some amazing positions and he threw her round like a rag doll all very impressive.
The show finished about 10:30 and as it was a full day at sea the following day (no early rise!) I decided to try the on board Night Club,
It was only a small club room for about fifty or sixty people and a small dance floor I stood near the bar with a drink after a few moments a tall blond in a very short dress tapped me in the shoulder and said hello I replied with a smile, it took a few seconds but then I recognised her as the acrobat from the stage show earlier as she saw the realisation of who she was dawn on me she leaned in and said are you alone? I replied I was “good” she said with a smile
my name is Helen and my husband over there is Peter she said pointing to a table in an small alcove, sat on a sofa was the acrobat guy from the stage
We have been married for six years and we play a little game on each ship we work on we alternately choose someone to come back to our cabin and join in a little fun
I’m flattered I said but I’m not gay
Oh god! She replied nether is Peter but I’m bi I think you miss-understood it’s my turn to pick and I want two men if your game
when its Peter’s turn to pick it’s usually a big breasted bimbo type and we both enjoy that
I’m not sure whether it was the booze or the thought of ménage à trios but I said why not
I joined them in the alcove for a few more drinks then Helen said shall we retire, they lead me through a door marked crew only then down a corridor to a cabin it was about the same size as mine it had no window and was not quite as plush but it was nice Peter got a bottle of wine and poured us all a drink
Peter sat on the chair I sat on the edge of the bed and Helen started dancing to some music she had put on I watched her toned body writhing under her tight short dress she then sat on my lap facing me and continued to dance she unbuttoned my shirt and pushed it off me she ran her hands all over my bare chest her short dress had ridden up and I could see her White knickers stretched tightly over her pussy she grabbed the edge of her dress and in one quick movement peeled it off over her head, her bare breasts now in full view she had small perky breasts with the large erect nipples giving away her excitement I glanced over at Peter who was watching the show intently he nodded at me to continue Helen pushed me flat on the bed and started gyrating her gusseted pussy against the obvious lump appearing in my trousers she shuffled back and started undoing my belt and trousers saying “let’s have a look what we have here then” she pulled out my hardening 8″ cock started stroking it and said “nice” she slid to the floor pulled if my trousers and boxers pushed my legs open and took my cock in her mouth she was sucking on it like she hadn’t had a cock for months I glanced over at Peter he had took his hard cock out and was stroking it, it looked thicker than mine but not as long maybe only 6″ Helen was stroking, licking and sucking at my cock like a wild woman after a few minutes I could hold back no more and I shot my massive load of hot cum into her eager mouth she kept sucking until she had every drop she swallowed it all with a smile she then crawled onto the bed and over me until her wet pussy was over my face she lowered it down and I started probing her wet folds with my tongue I reached up and pulled her pussy lips apart and darted my tongue in and out she started moaning and getting wetter I felt the bed bounce and was aware of another body on the bed, Peter was kneeling in front of her and Helen was blowing him I started pushing my fingers in and out of her wet cunt as I sucked on her hard clit I then pressed a finger against her tight ass hole she shuddered and tensed as a orgasm ripped through her pussy juice flood into my mouth I crawled out from under Helen then knelt behind her she stopped sucking Peter and looked round at me still wanking his cock with one hand I stroked the head of my hard cock up and down her wet pussy and then as I pushed the full length in she closed her eyes and bit her bottom lip she then went back to Peter’s cock we all got into a rhythm I continued pounding her wet pussy and she had another hard orgasm
she then pulled herself off my cock Peter laid on the bed and Helen gave my cock a quick suck lapping her pussy juices off it with her tongue she then straddled Peter letting his thick cock stretch her pussy she slid up and down his length a few times then with him buried deep in her she looked round at me and said fuck my arse I didn’t need telling twice I knelt behind her and pressed the head of my cock against her arse hole it went in easier than I thought me and peter were now buried deep inside Helen and she let out a long moan we all started fucking I could feel Peter’s cock pressing against mine in her pussy she was having orgasm after orgasm moaning and panting every time she came she squeezed her arse tight around my cock I couldn’t hold on any longer and started Cumming deep in her ass then Peter moaned and came deep in her pussy she came that hard she nearly passed out
I pulled my deflating cock from her ass and it came out with a slurp I laid on the bed exhausted and Helen climbed off of Peter gave me a passionate kiss and said thank you she then licked all the remaining cum from my cock and then Peter’s limp cock she then stood in front of us and used her fingers to fish out some cum from her pussy and from her arse then lick it off her fingers this erotic show got my dick hard again and Peter was getting hard watching me fuck her again got him fully ready as I fucked her from behind Peter fucked her throat we swapped a few times and both came on her face which she loved we spent the next couple of hours fucking and sucking I had a quick shower with Helen then kissed her and left it was 4:30 am by the time I got back to my cabin I fell asleep straight away……..

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