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Vanessa discovers a strange mirror in an old house.

My name is Vanessa. I am a thirty-year-old woman who recently lost her beloved husband to a war overseas. I recently moved to Washington state to this old house in the country, which was previously owned by an elderly woman who, can I say is a shut-in. She was getting down on her health as I understood it and went to live with her daughter.

For this reason, she sold the house really cheap, about one-hundred-and-fifty grand, which is not bad considering the ten acres of land and the three-thousand square foot home. The house is two stories and completely furnished, mostly with old antique furniture.

I write this to document the strange occurrences going on in this house since I moved in. I never was one to believe in ghost stories or anything of the paranormal but over the past month, this house may make me a believer.

Night 1

During the day, nothing happens that I can tell, the strange happenings mostly occur at night. The first started around 6 pm. I was watching America’s Got Talent on the television while eating my Chinese take-out when I felt a cold chill coming from upstairs. When I climbed the stairs, I could have sworn that I heard whispering. I checked the guest bedroom as well as the master and there were no open windows. I shrugged it off and went back down to enjoy my dinner. At 9 pm I retired to the master bedroom for the evening and began to change into my nightie when I noticed the old, Gothic, full length mirror. It had some obvious wear on the edges, but for the most part was still intact. I stripped down to my underwear and examined myself in the mirror.

Up to this point I had tried to stay fit and slim for when my husband would come home from the war and I guess from this point it was just out of habit. I had an average size B-cup breast and you might say an hour-glass figure. My hair was naturally brown and I typically kept it shoulder-length. I assumed he liked me this way as he never complained.

As I looked at my reflection I pictured him behind me, holding me with his hands around my waist as he would. I wiped away a tear from my eye and began to turn toward the bed, but as I began to look away I could have sworn my reflection smiled back at me. Confused, I turned back around but saw nothing amiss.

Two weeks later

It was 12 am and I had lain in bed for the better of three hours and could not sleep. I longed so much for his warm embrace, for his touch. You would think sleeping alone was something I was used to by now. I guess it had been three months since we made love for the last time. At any rate, I was longing for release and my body was on fire.

I took off my red silk nightie and slipped off my black lace panties. I began moving my hands up and down my body before caressing my breasts. I was about to slip my hand down to my aching sex when I heard a whisper coming from the Gothic mirror. When I rose from my bed, I could faintly see my reflection in the mirror, but what I saw I could not explain with my rational mind if I tried.

My reflection was beckoning me to come closer. Alarmed but curious, I slowly made my way to the mirror. As I stood in front of it, my nude reflection sat down spread eagle on the floor. Please note that I was still standing. My doppelganger looked back up at me and motioned for me to sit down and to watch her.

She slipped her finger into her slit and I gasped as I felt the sensation. I glanced down and my pussy was moving as if being touched by an invisible hand. She grabbed her left breast and began to massage while she rubbed her clit. My left breast moved in sync with hers. As I was magically molested by my own reflection I remained speechless. I must have been in a really vivid dream, or at least I thought at the time, and enjoyed her expert touch. I arched my backed as my pussy began to spasm. As I came closer, my reflection fingered me harder and more rapidly. My body began to convulse as my orgasm overtook me. My hips gyrated and my hands shook as I began to moan.

I looked up at my reflection and all of a sudden there were two of me in the mirror, the original reflection lying down in front of me and another leaning in from behind it. The new doppelganger got on her knees and parted the legs of the other. She went down and slid her tongue deep into her wet sex. I jerked as if I felt the tongue as well. Her tongue went deeper than I could have ever thought possible and slid back out tapping my clit.

It didn’t take long and I was already on the way to my next orgasm. Her tongue felt amazing, and just when I didn’t think it could get any better I felt two mouths licking and sucking on my tits. I looked up at the mirror and two more doppelgangers had joined in. I screamed as this next orgasm was more powerful than the first and I squirted my juices all over the mirror. After I settled down, all the phantom touches stopped. I looked back up and there was only one of me in the mirror again. She winked at me and waved goodbye. I laid back down and fell asleep in the floor.

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copyright: Lesley Tara, 2009

This story is fiction (unfortunately!): any resemblance to real persons or places is purely coincidental.

A couple of months after my seventeenth birthday, I discovered three things. The first was that I am a lesbian; the second was that I have an eager appetite for sex – I’ll spread my legs for almost any woman, any time; the third was not just that I am a slut, but a bondage slut – that I get my biggest thrills from being tied up and taken by another woman (better still, by women in the plural). The first was not a great surprise, but the other two were! This is how it all happened.

I lived then in a small country town, a few miles inland from the south coast of England. It is not a tourist resort, but it tends to attract better-off people as a pretty and peaceful base for seeing the countryside and the coast, and there are three or four medium-size and good quality hotels. These, and a few shops and cafes in the town square, were the only places that local teenagers could get part-time jobs on weekends or in the holidays, and there was a lot of competition for them.

Now I need to tell you about Kate, who had been my best friend since we met at the age of eleven, when we both started at secondary school (basically what in the USA is called high school, but it covers the ages from 11 to 18). Kate was quite tall – by the time she was 16, she was five feet ten inches – and had a lovely slim figure: the words lithe and lissom could have been invented for her. Her breasts started growing earlier than mine but quite slowly, so they were nicely pert but not all that large. She had light brown hair with some hints of auburn, and striking greenish eyes; she was full of energy – quite sporty – and nearly always laughing about something. We had a lot of fun together, but for the previous year or more I had found myself thinking about her, and sometimes looking at her, in ways that were rather warmer than even being best friends. When these events happened, my doubts about my sexual orientation had recently been stirred up by an incident with Kate.

Before going into that, I should describe myself at this time. I was shorter than Kate – my height was about five foot six inches – but I had developed a fuller figure. This had happened rather rapidly, and during the previous six to eight months I had really blossomed out. I always had a nice butt, in fact for a long time I thought it was my best feature: there was no excess weight at all, my hips had a shapely flare with buttocks that were taut and well-rounded. Now I began to realise why, as the jut of my ass was balanced by the growth of my chest into two swelling and shapely breasts, giving me a figure more like someone in their early 20s, with quite a cleavage and a profile that was eye-catching but not too overloaded. I have brown eyes with long lashes, and straight dark hair which falls to just below my shoulders.

Kate had become fascinated by the growth of my breasts, especially as she helped me shop each time I needed a larger size of bra. One evening we were alone at my house (I’m an only child, and my parents were out at a party until late) and messing about, when she asked to see them. I took off my t-shirt and bra, and was a bit startled when she then requested to touch them, explaining that she wanted to see if they felt different from her ones. I felt a little shy but also excited, like it was a dare, and said OK – if I can do the same. That surprised her, but she nodded as she could see it was only fair, and so she stripped off above the waist. Then, with a little hesitation and quite a lot of giggles, she took one of my breasts in each hand and started to stroke and squeeze them. It was an extraordinary feeling, and became even more so when – after a minute or so of paralysis – I did the same with hers. Both of us started breathing a bit heavier, and I remember suddenly realising that I was standing in my bedroom with my best friend, both of use nude from the waist up, fondling each other’s breasts. Unfortunately, I then lost my nerve, dropping my hand from her beautiful thrusting tits, and stepping backwards with a laugh. I made some sort of silly joke about it, and we quickly turned our attention to other things, although a few times I noticed her regarding me quizzically when she thought I wasn’t looking.

Not long before this, Kate had landed a Sunday job working at the largest and most exclusive of the hotels. It seemed generously paid and I envied her the extra money which it gave her, and the smart clothes she bought with it. So when, a couple of weeks after the breast-fondling incident, she told me there was another vacancy coming up and she could get me the job if I wanted it, I said ‘oh! yes – please!’, and gave her a big hug. Sure enough, she spoke to the owner, Miss Foster, and two days later I was seated in her office, being interviewed and then – as it seemed I was suitable – being told a bit more about the job. I didn’t quite take it all in, which at the time I put down to excitement at getting the coveted job, but in hindsight I think it was as much excitement about Miss Foster. She was in her late 30s, maybe near to forty, and kept herself trim and exercised. She was almost as tall as Kate, but with the fuller build of a mature woman. Her figure was partly hidden by the severe cut of the trouser and jacket business suit that she was wearing, but enough was visible to suggest there were curves where there should be. Her hair was dyed blonde, with some streaks of brown from the roots; it only came down to her collar, but was layered in a feminine ‘professional executive’ style. Although she was generally quite brisk and business-like (partly due to being efficient and well-organised), she was far from cold in her manner – it was more vigorous and confident, and she had a lot of charisma.

When the interview was finished, Miss Foster showed me round the hotel so that I would know where to go when I began work the following Saturday. The hotel had a long front section, built in the 1930s, with the kitchen, restaurant, bar and lounge on the ground floor, and guest bedrooms on the first and second floors. At one end of this, forming an ‘L’ shape, was a much newer block which Miss Foster had built about twelve years ago, not long after taking over the hotel when her parents retired. The extension had two floors, and there was just one doorway on the ground floor which led through from the older section. The ground floor of the extension had a number of single rooms and then at the far end were Miss Foster’s personal living rooms (her office was in the front main block); the upper floor of the new section was all bedrooms – mostly doubles. All the guest rooms in the hotel were quite large – actually more so in the new block – and comfortably furnished, and had en suite bathrooms. Miss Foster told me that the new section was called the Ladies’ Wing, because only female guests were booked into it. She explained that quite a lot of professional women found it more relaxing to stay in a part of the hotel where there were no men or couples, and that she had found this a profitable attraction – she said there were now quite a few women who came regularly, and recommended it to their friends. This was all true, but (as I was to find out) not quite for the innocent reasons that Miss Foster told me then!

We then walked into the original part of the hotel to the housekeeper’s room – this was Miss Foster’s main assistant, a thin blonde woman in her early 30s whom I was introduced to as Miss Deacon. She seemed a bit harassed and busy, but gave me a pleasant smile as she looked me over and then deftly measured me for my uniform. She produced from her store cupboard a maid’s uniform for me to try on, and I rather shyly took off my jeans and sweater. I felt a little uncomfortable with the eyes of the two women watching me as I stood for a few seconds in just my simple white bra and panties, and so I quickly slipped into the maid’s uniform. Miss Deacon knew her job, as it was a good fit but not restrictive for working in. The main part was a one-piece black dress which opened by a zipper from the collar to the small of the back; it had short sleeves, and the skirt came down to an inch or two above my knees. There was a separate white apron which fastened around the waist and over the shoulders, and a small black-and-white cap. Miss Foster asked me to turn round slowly, and nodded her satisfaction. She told me the uniform would be provided by the hotel and cleaned by them; I would come to and from work in my own clothes, and there was a room between the housekeeper’s and the kitchen where the staff got changed and had lockers for their personal items. I was instructed to wear black sensible flat shoes and black stockings – Miss Foster told me with particular emphasis not to wear tights, saying that the cleaning work made them too sweaty and the guests would notice the smell: her strict rule was either hold-up stockings or (best of all, she said) the traditional suspender belt with clips and old-fashioned stockings. Of course, at that point I didn’t know the real reason for her rule, and took her explanation at face value.

I would be working all day on Saturday, starting with serving breakfasts, then room cleaning, then serving lunches and dinners (the restaurant did quite a lot of business with non-residents); in the afternoon there would be a couple of hours break, but also other cleaning and general chores. I started on the next weekend, a month after my seventeenth birthday, and within a few weeks had got used to it and familiar with the other staff. I didn’t think it odd that they were all female: only Miss Foster and Miss Deacon actually lived at the hotel, and the others came in to work. There were half a dozen other local girls who helped out on the weekends and in the school holidays, which were the busiest times; I knew most of them from my school, apart from two who attended a private school in the next town. The only drawback was that Kate worked on Sunday, and so we only saw each other on Friday nights – by the time I finished on Saturday or she did on Sunday, we were too tired and it was too late to do anything other than go home.

It was on my sixth or seventh Saturday that my world changed for ever. The breakfasts had all been served in the dining room, when Miss Foster called me over and gave me a tray laden with two breakfasts. ‘I nearly forgot! she said; ‘take this to room L16, and then you may as well take a break for forty-five minutes – it’s too early to start on cleaning rooms’. I set off, a little bit intrigued as all the rooms with the letter L were in the Ladies’ Wing, which I had hardly set foot in since being shown round after the interview. L16 was on the upper floor, and in fact was one of the largest of the double bedrooms. I knocked politely on the door, and heard a voice in response telling me to come in. I was concentrating on balancing the tray as I entered the room, so it was not until I had carefully placed it on the table by the window that I took in my surroundings – and stopped abruptly. transfixed by what I saw.

The room had a large double bed – bigger than king size – and the duvet had been removed and was piled on the floor. Lying sprawled across the wide expanse of the pale yellow under-sheet was a beautiful young woman, apparently asleep – and completely naked. She was face-down, and her auburn hair fell in curls to her shoulders. I could see the outline of one breast, full and generous, and the rounded thrust of her buttocks. Most of all, her legs were spread quite wide apart, and from where I was standing at the foot of the bed I was looking almost straight up between them, where I could see the base of her vaginal slit.

Before I could react at all, another woman emerged from the en suite bathroom behind me and leaned against its door frame, looked at me appraisingly, and remarked: ‘she does look delectable, doesn’t she?’ This was the same voice that had called me to come in, and if the woman on the bed was a vision of youthful loveliness, this one over-trumped her with the gloss of experience and authority. She was partly dressed – but, oh!, how she was dressed! Looking at her, my knees nearly gave way, and I felt butterflies in my stomach and an unfamiliar warmth and wetness between my legs. The woman in the doorway was the older – mid 30s at least, whilst her companion looked around twenty-five. She had a well-kept figure with good curves that were more than emphasised by her outfit. This was entirely in black, and consisted of knee-high boots, traditional stockings held up by a garter belt, skimpy thong panties, and above them a laced corset-like basque that went from her hips to frame the undersides of her breasts, leaving the nipples visible.

I gasped, and unconsciously licked my lips; I must have looked like a rabbit caught in the headlights. As she stepped past me and placed a twenty-pound note next to the breakfast tray, her younger companion lazily rolled over onto her back, with her legs spread even wider apart, and looked at me languorously. She had not been asleep at all – in fact the whole scenario had been staged for my arrival; I later discovered that Miss Foster had arranged with them to send over her ‘new girl’ at that time. The older woman said: ‘I’m Caroline, and this is Vicky – we’d like you to stay, and play with us for a while’. She came closer to me – I swallowed, but otherwise did not move or speak – and then her breasts were almost touching me as she reached for my chin, and gently but firmly kissed me on the lips. My mouth was already partly open, and I gave no resistance at all – in fact I opened wider, and my tongue sought hers. It was all the encouragement that she needed, and her hands dropped to my skirt and tugged it up above my hips. Then her fingers found the front of my panties, giving me a tingle as sharp as an electric shock. As she gently stroked me, I was embarrassed to realise that the gusset of my panties was sopping wet, excitement and arousal drenching it with a mixture of sweat and vaginal juices. ‘Mmm,’ said Caroline in appreciation, ‘I think she’s ripe and ready’. She slipped her hand inside my panties, and ran her fingers up and down my slit. I gave a broken moan, but offered no resistance at all, lost in the waves of hot flushes that radiated out from my crotch.

Vicky roused herself and stepped off the bed, coming to stand behind me. She untied the strings of my white apron and tossed it aside, and unzipped my maid’s black dress from the collar to the base of my spine. She then took the hem of the skirt from her older lover and lifted the whole thing over my shoulders and head. Now I was wearing only my white bra and panties, and a pair of black hold-up stockings as per Miss Foster’s requirements. With a swift motion, Vicky unclasped and removed my bra, letting my breasts swing free. As soon as they were bared, Caroline reached for them, cupping one in each hand and giving them sensuous but firm caresses which produced from me another inarticulate moan of pleasure. This was nothing compared to what followed, as Caroline bent forwards to take each nipple in turn into her mouth, licking it, nibbling it and sucking it. Never had they felt so aroused, so hard and yet so sensitive. Then her mouth traced down across my firm flat stomach, and she knelt on the floor in front of me. Hooking her fingers at each side, a swift tug pulled my drenched panties down below my knees, and then to my ankles and I stepped out of them, unconsciously spreading my legs wider apart as I did so. Caroline seemed first to inhale the smell of my cunt as if it was a vintage wine, before with amazing delicacy she leaned forward to taste me. I gave a gasp of pleasure as she ran her tongue first up and then down my slit, repeating the action and pushing the tip in a little further each time. Whilst she did this, Vicky moved so close that I could feel her firm nipples pressing into my shoulder-blades. She reached round under my arms to take a firm grip of each breast, starting to squeeze and knead them.

Caroline sat back on her heels, and asked if I was a virgin. ‘Technically, no’, I replied, which I then had to explain. I had begun masturbating a year before, using my fingers and then a slim plastic shampoo bottle which was just the right diameter and length. However, one night, about three months before, I had got carried away and pushed the bottle in too hard – breaking my hymen. It was a shock and it felt a bit sore, but I soon found I could get greater pleasure from pushing the bottle in further, and I now regularly got four inches of it up me. However, no person – boy or girl – had been in my pussy, so I was still a virgin in everything other than the strict medical sense. ‘That’s good’, replied Caroline, ‘we want to fuck you, but we don’t want to hurt you’. By now I had lost all restraint, and I gasped in response: ‘Yes – yes! Have me, take me, fuck me, please!’

Now Caroline began eating me out properly, pushing her tongue deeply between my labia, hunting for the nub of the clitoris with all the experience of more than fifteen years of lesbian fucking. The sensations were amazing, and when she found her target I was convulsed. I was shuddering and moaning, my hips bucking spasmodically, and I thrust my pelvis forward whilst spreading my legs open to give this wonderful woman total access to my body. Vicky held my upper body in a vice-like grip, her hands encasing and squeezing my breasts, as I came with an orgasm that burst from my clitoris and ran through my whole body like a tidal wave. I think I would have collapsed if Vicky had not been holding me up, and I realise now that her firm restraint of my upper body had heightened the intensity of my sexual pleasure.

Vicky eased me down onto the bed and lay beside me, leaning across to give oral attention to my tits – both women found it irresistible that a girl my age had such shapely and well-rounded breasts. I arched my back in response, spreading my legs wide apart, and Vicky needed no more invitation – her right hand snaked across my inner thigh, and began probing into my vagina. As if this was not enough, Caroline knelt on the bed on my other side. She had removed her thong panties, revealing clean-shaven pubes and labial lips which were puffy and erect around her moist pink hole. I couldn’t take my eyes off it, and she smiled and took my hand. ‘Touch me there’, she breathed, guiding my fingers to her opening and helping to insert my forefinger and then also the one next to it, sliding into her up to the knuckle. Caroline gave a ragged gasp and gripped my wrist, encouraging me to piston my fingers in and out, faster and deeper – in fact, she was almost wanking herself on me. After a few sweaty heaving moments, she achieved orgasm with a mixture of a shudder and a shriek. She removed my fingers and raised them to her lips, licking them and then bestowing a kiss. She stood up and looked down at my youthful body; ‘Now I want you’, she said, and I nodded in mute agreement.

As Vicky continued to lick my tits and frot her fingers up and down my slit, Caroline walked over to her suitcase and removed something which I had never seen before – but I knew at once, with a ripple of excited anticipation, exactly what it was: a strap-on dildo. She buckled the harness around her hips and fastened the strap between her legs; it had a black leather front plate from which extruded a ribbed black plastic dildo which looked huge to my innocent eyes. My moment of doubt must have shown, as Caroline hastened to reassure me: ‘I’ll be gentle and it won’t hurt, babe, but if you don’t like it just say stop. I just want to be your first-ever fuck, and make it good for you.’ I was so turned on by this that my doubts vanished, and I begged her: ‘Take me – take me hard!’ Vicky changed position, moving around behind me to cradle my head and shoulders between her thighs, though she continued to fondle my breasts and tweak my sensitive nipples. Caroline slid a flat pillow underneath my bottom, lifting my crotch a few inches into the air, and then she spread my knees as far apart as possible. She slipped her hands beneath me, each gripping one of my buttocks, and then carefully positioned the tip of the dildo in line with the centre of my cunt. I was so well-lubricated that when she leant forwards, gently using her weight to press in, the plastic cock slid in smoothly and painlessly. I felt wonderfully filled and stretched, but no discomfort – just the satisfying feeling of being totally penetrated by a gorgeously sexual woman. Caroline worked the dildo in and out, carefully at first but then with increasing vigour as she found little resistance and I was making no complaint – what I was making was mewling gasps of encouragement and entreaty, begging her to give it to me more and harder! All too soon I was reaching crescendo again, and this time I achieved an even more seismic orgasm, like nothing I had managed on my own. I may have fainted for a minute – I certainly felt dazed and a bit dizzy.

Seeing that I was exhausted, the two women eased off, and for a few moments we just lay on the bed and cuddled – it was delicious being in the middle. Then Vicky rolled onto her back, spread her thighs apart, stroked her hand up and down her labia, and looked at me with a sultry and lustful expression. ‘Would you like to taste me?’ she asked. I was swept along on the tide of my sexual liberation, and mutely I nodded yes – I was really going to have to get more articulate. Vicky moved up to rest her shoulders and head on the pillows, and then opened her legs even wider. I knelt down between them, sticking my butt in the air, and brought my lips up to her pussy – it was ripe and partly open, with a surrounding of ginger curls that were neatly trimmed. Hesitantly at first, I licked and tasted her, relishing her musky smell and the mixture of sweet and spice in her juices. Getting bolder, I pushed my tongue in further and moved it around, and then clamped my lips over her labia and started sucking like a vacuum cleaner. Mostly by luck, I found her clitoris as I lapped up and down, and she started to twitch and gasp for breath. At last, she seized the back of my head and pressed me further into her, but before I could worry about how I was going to breathe, her hips bucked and she orgasmed quite suddenly. During this, Caroline had moved off the bed, partly to give us more room and partly to get a better view. She sat in a nearby chair with her legs apart, stroking her nipples with one hand and masturbating her cunt with the other, and avidly watching the spectacle of her sexy lover – 10 years younger than her – being eaten out by a young girl who was 20 years her junior. Almost as soon as Vicky came, Caroline followed suit, leaning back in the chair and arching her back, as her pistoning fingers brought her to climax.

With a start I looked at the clock and realised the time – nearly thirty of Miss Foster’s forty-five minutes were up, and I was in no state to go back to work. Caroline and Vicky appreciated the problem, and ushered me into their bathroom for a quick shower, after which they both dried me with the hotel’s soft towels – I’m not sure if that saved any time, but it felt wonderful. I looked with doubt at my sticky panties, but Caroline reached for them and said that she wanted to keep them, as something to remember this by. Instead, she went to her suitcase and presented me with pair of beautiful, lace-trimmed, silky white panties – clearly an exotic and expensive make, tailored in a skimpy V-shape from my hips to my crotch. I then quickly restored the rest of my uniform, and with regret turned to leave. Caroline put another twenty-pound note down next to the first one, ‘because it was your first time’. I said I didn’t want to take any money, and they replied that they understood that but that I must as ‘it was the rules’. I didn’t really grasp what they meant, but took the cash and thanked them. They were checking out that morning, but said that in three weeks’ time they were booked to stay for the whole weekend, and perhaps I could join them during my off-duty time on Saturday afternoon? ‘Oh, yes, please!’, I said, and they replied that it was a date. Just as I was about to exit their room, Vicky jumped off the bed and ran over to her suitcase, with her full breasts deliciously swinging free. To my amazement, she presented me with a large vibrator, black and ridged with a curved top end; it looked like part of the same set as Caroline’s strap-on. Vicky gave me a happy smile and said she wanted me to have this as a memento, and because ‘it’ll be a lot more fun than your shampoo bottle!’

I left the Ladies’ Wing in a euphoric daze, first going to put the vibrator away in my locker – I would have to think about where to keep it at home so that my mother wouldn’t find it! For the rest of the morning, I cleaned bedrooms and changed bed linen on automatic pilot, my head in a whirl. I had enjoyed the experience so profoundly, and knew that I felt no real interest in the attentions of boys, so it was almost with relief that I accepted that I was definitely a lesbian – and that nothing was going to stop me from enjoying it. That settled me, and by the time we had finished serving lunches in the restaurant, I had put the morning’s adventure aside to think about later, and was back in the working routine. As we cleared the last tables, I saw Miss Foster talking with Miss Deacon, and I thought she looked my way several times – I had probably made some silly mistakes earlier, cleaning the rooms whilst half in a dream. The hotel owner left, and a few minutes later the housekeeper called me over. I was given two rooms in the front part of the hotel that still needed attention before my afternoon break, and then Miss Deacon turned back almost as an afterthought. ‘Oh, yes – after you’ve done those, and before taking your break, please go and see Yoshiko in L5 – there’s something she needs help with, but it’s not urgent.’ I must have looked puzzled, so Miss Deacon explained that Ms Yoshiko Mitseui was a regular visitor to the hotel, and that she worked for one of the big Japanese banks in London so her English was faultless. ‘You’ll have no trouble understanding what she needs’, said Miss Deacon with a hint of a smile.

It was an hour later that I finished the last bedroom, and walked through the door again into the Ladies’ Wing. L5 was a ground floor, single room – though all of these were quite spacious and had broad queen-sized beds, the reason for which I didn’t yet realise. I knocked on the door of the room, and a soft attractive voice asked ‘Who is it?’. ‘Room service’, I replied, and was bidden to enter. Coming into the room, I saw a stunningly pretty young Japanese woman sitting at the small table by the window, taking a sip from a cup of green tea. As she rose and walked towards me, I estimated her age as mid to late 20s, but her complexion was so smooth it was hard to be sure. She was about my height, but slighter in build, and had lustrous straight black hair which fell nearly halfway down her back. She was wearing a very pretty wrap-around kimono dressing gown made of thin blue silk; it was quite short, going only just below her hips. As she came nearer, her dark almond-shaped eyes fixed on mine, she let go of the kimono’s belt and it swung open, revealing that she was completely naked underneath it. I could see her small high breasts, flat stomach, boyish slim hips, and the trimmed triangle of jet black hair on her Venus mound, with a hint of pink showing in its midst. I did my wide-eyed, open-mouth, rooted-to-the-spot thing again – really, I was going to have to come up with a more engaging response if this sort of thing was going to keep happening (oh, yes, please yes, let it do so!). Yoshiko stood in front of me, and with a practiced shrug of her shoulders the kimono crumpled to the ground. My blood was pounding in my ears, so I scarcely heard her say: ‘Nancy was right – you are a very beautiful girl’. I had no idea who she was referring to, but found out later that Nancy was Miss Deacon, who had spent the night in Yoshiko’s bed, giving her pleasure in the manner which satisfied them both.

Yoshiko touched my cheek and smiled hesitantly at me, and I cast off my shock and smiled back. ‘How can I help you?’ I said, feeling rather foolish. She leant closer and breathed tantalisingly into my ear: ‘I’ll show you’. Then her hand slipped down to caress my breasts through my uniform, and my nipples were so sensitive from the morning’s attentions that I immediately felt aroused. I let her take off my uniform – I found later that nearly all of the women particularly enjoyed that part – and stood before her in bra, panties and stockings. She looked admiringly at my new pair of sexy panties and said how nice they were, and I blushed and mumbled something about them being a present. She removed my underwear and took me over to the bed, and positioned me on my back. For a few moments she ran her hands over my body, constantly returning to my breasts and vagina. Then she produced a strap-on dildo from the drawer in the bedside table, and my cunt went moist in anticipation. But my assumption was wrong, for instead of stepping into it she handed it to me, and said ‘I want you to fuck me’. She showed me how to put it on, and adjusted the straps so it was secure and rode in a comfortable position. Then Yoshiko knelt on the bed on all fours, pushing her ass towards me and presenting her open vulva. I needed no more invitation, and scrambled on behind her. I steadied my balance by gripping her waist above the hips, and found that this had lined up the plastic cock in almost exactly the right spot. I was too excited to wait for confirmation or instruction, and instead pushed firmly into her. She had not quite expected me to take such initiative, and it caught her by surprise in a deeply erotic way. Within moments I was bucking my hips, reaming the dildo in and out, as she beat on the mattress with her forearms and shouted at me to give it to her harder. So I did my best, and she later told me that for a first effort it had been amazingly forceful and confident, with no hesitancy. I shifted my grip to her shoulders, curving her spine and pushing still deeper with the inward thrusts. After a minute or so of really hard pounding, she gave low moan, shuddered for a few seconds, and then collapsed forward on the bed.

‘Wow!’ I said to her prone back, ‘that was mind-blowing!’. She rolled over onto her back, showing me again her stunning Oriental body, and giving me a smile like the cat that has had the cream: ‘yes, it was’. I had more than an hour of break time left, and happily agreed when Yoshiko asked me to spend it with her. During that time we made love gently, and she showed me the pleasures of position 69. I dozed for the last twenty minutes or so, lying in her arms, and that gave my body a much-needed chance to recover. Like the women in the morning, Yoshiko insisted on my accepting a twenty-pound note, which puzzled me and I took it reluctantly. I went back to work in the dining room, where we had a busy evening – it was early summer, and it looked like the tourist season was under way. Just before I left, Miss Foster asked me if I might be able to work Sunday (the next day) as well, as she was short-handed. Even though I had acquired an unexpected £60, I wasn’t sure what to do with that, and so I readily agreed to do the extra hours.

I didn’t see my friend Kate that evening: I was too tired, and we just chatted on the phone for a while about unimportant things – there was no way I was going to recount my adventures of the day over the phone, and when – or, rather, if – I told her about them I wanted to be able to see her face and gauge her reaction. In the privacy of my bedroom, with the door locked, I slipped out of all my clothes except the sexy new panties and took the vibrator which Vicky had given me out of my bag. Easing aside the crotch of the panties, I worked it in – finding I could accommodate at least five inches now without discomfort; a good deal more than before. My pussy did feel a little raw from its exercise during the day, but also deliciously sensitive. I lay back and closed my eyes, thinking of the day’s marvels: being taken by the dominant Caroline’s dildo, tasting Vicky’s pussy as she moaned in ecstasy, and ramming the strap-on in and out of the squealing Yoshiko’s cunt. The new vibrator was ten times more arousing than my faithful old bottle, and my memories were a hundred times more arousing, so it didn’t take long before I brought myself off, twice in a row.

On Sunday I walked up the hill to the hotel, and changed into my maid’s uniform in the locker room. Kate was there, but the hotel was full and there was no time to talk to her – anyway, I was still not sure what, if anything, I would say. Whilst serving breakfasts in the dining room, I thought that a number of glances were being particularly directed my way by three or four single women who were sitting at tables on their own (and who I realised probably had rooms in the Ladies’ Wing). However, I couldn’t be sure and put it down to an over-active imagination – because I was starting to surmise what the purpose of the Ladies’ Wing might be. As we were tidying the tables and setting the places for lunch, Miss Foster called me over to her and instructed me to begin cleaning a number of the rooms on the ground floor of the Ladies’ Wing. I was pleased and excited, because apart from yesterday’s two errands I had hardly set foot in it, and I was curious; I also felt (correctly, as it turned out) that I had passed some sort of threshold or test.

I walked along the ground floor corridor, and found that the rooms which I had been assigned to clean were at the further end, next to Miss Foster’s own private rooms. I had not seen into any of these on my introductory tour of the hotel, and so when I saw a door standing ajar I could not resist the temptation even though it was marked ‘Strictly Private’. On that previous occasion Miss Foster had indicated this door and called it her ‘exercise room’; as I stepped into it, I gave gasp – it was for exercises, but it was not a normal gymnasium. I knew enough to recognise from its fittings that this was a bondage room. There were manacles and rope fastenings on one of the walls, an upright X-frame, a padded leather table shaped in a horizontal X with arms and legs that could be swung wider apart, something that looked like old-fashioned stocks, and a triangular frame with a padded section like a saddle at the top. In racks or shelves on the wall were leather cuffs, chain shackles, handcuffs, ropes, gags, strap-ons, vibrators and other exotic things I could not identify – also, rather ominously, some canes and whips. The room was large, at least the size of two spacious double-bedrooms, and much of the floor at one end was taken up by two large mattresses which were covered in satiny black sheets. The windows were of frosted glass, and in any case looked directly onto the steep earth bank of the hill behind the hotel, so there was enough light but no one could possibly see in. I strolled around, fascinated by the furnishings and equipment, picking up some things and stroking others. I took down from the wall a pair of leather manacles which were joined by a short silver chain, and strapped one of them around my right wrist. My back was to the door, and I jumped in shock when suddenly I heard it click shut.

I spun round, and there was Miss Foster looking at me with a steely glint in her eye. She was standing with her back to the closed door, and her right hand held a short riding-crop which she was rhythmically slapping into her left palm ‘You know you are not supposed to come in here’, she said sharply, and I stammered excuses about the open door and just being curious. Miss Foster’s face relaxed into a hint of a smile, and she asked if I had found it interesting and exciting. ‘Oh, yes!’, I gushed, with an enthusiasm which surprised me. Miss Foster let the riding crop fall to her side, and walked across the wide room towards me. Only then did I properly take in her appearance, which had subtly changed since breakfast. She still had her trademark black boots and stockings, but her stylish black skirt had been replaced by one much shorter and tighter, almost slutty, and so brief that I was sure I could see the clips of the suspenders at the top of her stockings. She had also discarded the tasteful grey blouse she had been wearing, and as she moved her unbuttoned suit jacket swung open and I realised that all she was wearing underneath it was a sexy underwired black bra, with her cleavage clearly visible. She was a stunning vision of sexual maturity, experience and confidence; I couldn’t take my eyes off her, and she knew it.

‘Time for you to learn the ropes, my pretty’, she said, as she stopped directly in front of me. I bit my lower lip in a mixture of anticipation and apprehension, but made no other move. She slipped her jacket from her shoulders and placed it over the nearby stocks, put the riding crop next to it, and stood commandingly in front of me. I had not appreciated before the swell of her full breasts, now superbly encased and uplifted in the black lace-trimmed bra. Her assured poise and authoritative gaze simply pinned me to the spot, and her hands began to caress and squeeze my tits through my bra and the thin nylon material of the maid’s uniform. My lips parted as the pressure of her hands became firmer, my breathing quickened and I gave a kind of soft moan. Miss Foster released my orbs, took a step backwards and picked up the riding crop, and with a gesture ordered me to take off my uniform. I hastily obeyed, and in a moment was standing before my employer in just my shoes, black hold-up stockings, plain white bra and the pretty white panties which Caroline had given me (I had washed and dried them before going to bed last night, as I couldn’t resist wearing them again). Miss Foster looked disapprovingly when the stockings were revealed and told me that I would look much nicer in proper suspenders, but a smile returned as she gazed on the sexy skimpy panties. ‘Very nice’, she murmured, and then she sent a shiver through my body by running her finger down the front panel of the scanty underwear and then back up again. She admired my breasts, and ran the end of her riding crop slowly from left to right under the material of the bra cups, as my nipples became erect. She unhooked and removed my bra, and stroked my naked breasts with her fingernails until I trembled with desire. Then her hand dropped, slipping inside the V-shaped front of my panties to cup my mound. I gave a broken whimper as her hand explored my labia, parting them and running a knuckle between them. She felt my soaking wetness, and smiled again: ‘You’re ready, my dear, aren’t you?’ she asked. ‘Oh yes! Miss Foster, yes!’ I managed in reply, but her expression turned stern and she cupped my chin in one hand, making me look her in the eye. ‘In this room, you will call me Mistress’, she ordered, and I pleased her by at once replying appropriately.

Miss Foster pulled my panties down, and without needing to be told I stepped out of them, naked now apart from the shoes and stockings. She looked at the leather cuff still dangling from my right arm, and said musingly to herself: ‘No, not that one …’ She unfastened it and put it back in its place, and selected instead two matching pairs of similar restraints which had much shorter linking chains. She swung my arms behind my back and then fastened them quite tightly together, using the pair of cuffs which had almost no chain on my wrists and the other pair, which had just a few inches, to pull my elbows close together. The effect was nicely calculated to make me stand erect with my shoulders pulled backwards, so that my breasts were thrust out into the air. She cupped them again, and then rubbed the riding crop across my throbbing nipples. Next she fastened a studded leather collar around my neck, and led me by its leash to the wall, where I was fixed to a series of cuffs and chains which went around my pinioned arms and waist, and to ankle straps which pulled my legs wide apart. Miss Foster tapped the inside of my thighs quite sharply with the end of the riding crop, but when I began to look fearful she paused and assured me that I would not be hurt against my will: everything in the room was intended for pleasure, not pain. I nodded acceptance, and was rewarded by the riding crop rising between my legs to press and then grind on my crotch, separating my labia and sliding inside. The effect was amazing, and I had my first orgasm almost at once. Realising that I had come, Miss Foster knelt down and applied her mouth to my pussy, licking inside me to savour the taste of my juices. I was in seventh heaven, with this stunning, masterful woman taking possession of my body, and I orgasmed again as her tongue rasped across my clitoris.

As Miss Foster rose and wiped her lips, I saw over her shoulder the other door into the room begin to open – this was at its furthest end, and I realised it must connect directly into Miss Foster’s personal suite. Into the exercise room walked Miss Deacon – but as I had never seen her before. She was wearing slutty red shoes with three-inch heels and winding straps, red stockings held up by a red suspender belt, and a thin red quarter-cup bra that lifted her breasts and exposed her nipples – and absolutely nothing else, so that her cunt was openly on view. At once I understood that she was Miss Foster’s lover, and this was why the two of them were the only ones who lived permanently in the hotel building. Miss Deacon stalked towards us with sinuous grace, gazing avidly at my exposed young body and my tits in particular. ‘Well, Sally,’ she said to her partner, ‘It looks like your instinct was right again.’ ‘Indeed,’ replied Miss Foster, slipping two fingers in and out of my cervix and making me jerk in arousal; ‘As we thought, she’s as pretty as a peach and ripe for the plucking – and the fucking.’ I thought Miss Deacon looked stunning, and admired her back as she ran first her eyes and then her hands all over me. She was several years younger than her boss, with a slender figure and smaller, pointy breasts which the tiny bra elevated to jut even more provocatively. She turned to Miss Foster, and then dropped to her knees in front of her and asked: ‘What is your pleasure, my mistress?’ She was ordered to unzip and take down Miss Foster’s skirt, which revealed that the older woman was wearing no panties, and I gazed admiringly at the smooth swell of her shaven pubes as Miss Deacon leant forward and kissed her on the vagina.

Next, Miss Foster ordered her to go over to the X-shaped table and lie on it, face downwards. Miss Deacon’s wrists and ankles were strapped in to its four extremities, which were then pushed apart to their maximum spread. The whole table also turned on a central pivot, and Miss Foster rotated it so that Miss Deacon was looking straight at me, her face level with my pussy but about five feet away. There was a support for Miss Deacon’s chin, and I could now see that the shape of the table was cleverly designed so that woman’s breasts would hang free and could be reached from underneath. Miss Foster ran the riding crop down Miss Deacon’s backbone, snagging the bra strap and unclipping it, and then moving over her buttocks and down the inside of her right leg. The older woman looked appraisingly at her bound lover, and then selected what seemed to my young eyes an enormous strap-on from the collection on the shelf. She buckled it on, spread some lubricant along its length, and then came to stand between Miss Deacon’s opened legs. She looked over her back and directly at me as she asked the captive woman: ‘What’s it to be – cunt or ass?’ ‘Ass-fuck me, you bitch!’ moaned Miss Deacon, ‘you know I love that’. I gasped – I had never even thought of such a thing, and was both shocked and intrigued. Miss Foster slapped her partner’s rump with the riding crop, took a firm grip on her hips, and then slowly ground the dildo into the gasping woman’s anus. She began to pump in and out, and during the whole time both women gazed steadily at me, savouring my reaction to the raw sexual display in front of me. Miss Deacon began to bleat and moan, rearing up as much as her bonds would allow and sometimes shaking her head, but all of the time her eyes were locked on my face. Both women could see that I was being turned on by the sight of two experienced lesbians making out, and in turn that excited them even more. Miss Deacon gasped her way to a huge climax, coming with a combination of yelp and shriek, and Miss Foster withdrew the anal battering-ram and unstrapped her lover.

Both women now turned their attention to me. My bonds were adjusted, releasing my arms from behind me and fastening them instead to each side, and further ropes were would tightly round my chest, encasing and constricting my breasts like a bondage bra – with similar effect, lifting my tits and thrusting them out and forwards. Ropes around my knees and thighs ensured that my legs would remain fixed wide open, and another around my waist gave me almost no lateral movement. They spent a little time fondling my tits, which they both licked and sucked, and probing into my pussy, licking their fingers afterwards in appreciation. I was already highly sensitised and feeling that all my bones had turned to jelly, when Miss Foster selected another item which at first glance I took to be another strap-on. However, she explained to me that this was their invention, which they called the ‘Un-chastity belt’ or the ‘Strap-in’. It had a large vibrator, which Miss Deacon switched on and Miss Foster then pushed inside me, easing it up until all of its six-inch length had penetrated. As it throbbed inside me, already pushing me towards another climax, the rest of the device was put in place. It was very much like the reverse of a strap-on: there was a broad triangular section across my crotch which removed any chance of the vibrator coming out (and, of course, of my being able to switch it off), and there were straps around my waist and across my buttocks which held this firmly in place. They stood back to watch its effects on me, as the vibrator’s pulsing frictions deep inside me and on my vagina and clitoris swept me into a mind-blowing orgasm.

It was at this point that I discovered my love of bondage. It was precisely because I was so tightly restrained that I could let myself go completely, for anything that happened was no longer my responsibility. The bonds removed the need to consider anything other than my own physical cravings, and so they were truly liberating psychologically because they held me so securely physically. I lunged and thrashed in my ropes, my young body jerking from side to side in uncontrolled spasms, as the vibrator took me from the crest of one orgasm to the next. I was moaning, gasping, yelping and screaming, until I was further confined by Miss Foster shoving a ball-gag into my mouth and strapping it tightly behind my head. I yelled even louder into it, orgasming again, deliberately struggling in my ropes and throwing myself around as far as they permitted. My sweat-coated buttocks slapped repeatedly against the wall behind me, and my heels drummed against the skirting-board. My pelvis was shuddering, my hips spreading even further open as I stretch my pussy to encompass the pitiless fucking of the electric vibrator. The two women gazed on my uninhibited abandonment with lustful enjoyment. ‘She’s a natural’, breathed Miss Foster; ‘hot stuff,’ agreed Miss Deacon with a nod. Eventually I could take no more, having lost count of my rippling series of orgasms, and my legs glistened with sweat and the juices that had seeped from my quim. Concerned to make sure I did not pass out, they removed the wonderful fuck-machine and the ball-gag, and wiped the sweat and saliva from my face, breasts and cunt with a soft towel. Miss Foster slipped back into her mini-skirt and buttoned up her jacket, and without explanation left by the door to the main corridor. Miss Deacon gently brushed my hair with a comb and gave me a much-needed drink of water, but made no sign of releasing me from bondage.

I had nearly recovered my breath when about five minutes later Miss Foster returned. She was not alone, but led into the room more than a dozen women aged from their early 20s to early 40s. Most of them I recognized as hotel guests, and I realised they must be residents in the Ladies’ Wing; several were single, but there were some couples – and one of these had obviously been in the middle of making out, as they strolled in holding hands and completely nude apart from their high-heeled shoes. All the rest of the woman were fully dressed, with two exceptions. One was one of the youngest present, a slim and pretty redhead who was wearing black stockings which were clipped to a black basque-corset with red trimmings, so that her cunt below and breasts above were fully exposed. Her hands were tied behind her back, and the leash to the collar around her neck was held by a tall, busty black woman of around 40, who was wearing a smart executive-style power skirt-and-suit with shoulder pads. The other was towards the end of the procession, as Yoshiko came in wearing only her light kimono. She smiled at me and blew me a kiss, and I was amazed and delighted to see that she was holding the hand of Alice, the off-duty chef who would be in charge of the hotel kitchen for today’s evening meal; Alice looked a little rumpled, and I surmised that Yoshiko had recently had another good doggy-style fucking. Some of the last women to enter were also hotel staff, but by now all my shyness had gone and I regarded them with as much open interest as they directed at me. There was Lorna, the other chef, who was in her early 30s compared to Alice’s mid-20s; she was a focused and briskly efficient martinet when running the kitchen, and my only contact with her hitherto had been to follow her brusque orders as quickly as possible, but now she gave me a lazy smile which transformed her looks, and ran her tongue along her lips. She was arm-in-arm with the hotel’s main receptionist, a buxom blonde who was almost a caricature of the traditional barmaid image – I had found her to be sweet and helpful, and the idea that she might be open to my sucking on her wonderful breasts (definitely the largest on view) was mind-blowing.

Each of the women approached my bound figure in turn, singly or in couples. They ran their hands over my ripe young breasts with interest and admiration, squeezed my firm and shapely ass, and slid one or two fingers in and out of my cunt like a dipstick checking an engine for oil, inspecting and then licking their fingers afterwards. Several tweaked or flicked my nipples, and each finished by giving me a deep kiss. It was immensely arousing, especially when the captive redhead knelt beneath my crotch and slowly licked me whilst her black mistress cradled my beasts and gave me a long French kiss. I thought to myself that a three-way with those two would be a top priority, and then wondered belatedly how I had become such a slut so quickly. The serial attention was getting me worked up again, and to stifle my moans Miss Foster reinserted the ball-gag, to my considerable pleasure. After all the women had finished, Miss Foster, who had again discarded her skirt and jacket, came over to me and said that I had passed the tests of initiation into the ‘Sapphos Club’. She explained this group included many of the staff and a wide circle of visitors, and that only members of the Club could stay or work in the Ladies’ Wing – but there they had the privacy to enjoy whatever sexual activity was their pleasure, with the one rule that there was no coercion. The other rules were that the staff should accommodate whatever the guests desired, unless they had good reason to object, and that in return the guests would give a gift to anyone they propositioned – which explained my twenty-pound notes, which was the customary rate. There was no need for a gift, however, if the member of staff made the overture. Finally, the Club was secret, and neither it nor what went on in the Ladies’ Wing must ever be divulged to any non-member, and she briefly made it clear that they had ways of discrediting anyone who broke confidentiality. Then she put one hand under my chin, looking into my eyes, whilst with her other she slipped three fingers into my gaping pussy and took hold of my clitoris – as I later discovered, this was a ritual followed for every initiation. She asked if I wanted to become a member of the Sapphos Club, and would swear to abide by its rules and her decisions as its leader. I was still gagged, but my vigorous nod of agreement was clear enough, and so to confirm my oath she vigorously frigged my cunt until I jerked and shuddered in orgasm. The seal was set by every woman present taking a turn to lick and taste my come; they all congratulated me, and said what beautiful young girl I was and that I would be a real asset – my pulse raced when the statuesque black woman whispered in my ear: ‘You’ll be well-used, my pretty pussy – and I’m going to be at the head of the queue’, whilst her young bondage-mate gave me a salacious wink.

There was a final surprise still to come. Leaving me firmly roped. gagged and thoroughly aroused, the women drew back and Miss Foster nodded to the woman nearest to the door, saying ‘Bring the girls in to meet our newest member.’ The door was opened, and into the room came four of my fellow part-time hotel maids, all in their pretty uniforms. Two were girls who went to my school and I knew moderately well – one was in the year ahead of me, and one in my own class. But the real shock was the last of the four, as into the bondage room walked my stunning best-friend, Kate. I jerked in my ropes as I saw her, but almost at once I realised that she was looking at me with lust in her eyes. ‘Oh, babe,’ she gasped, ‘I’ve dreamed for so long of seeing you like this – of having you.’ I couldn’t believe my luck as she quickly stripped off her uniform, cast aside her bra and panties, and walked towards me dressed only in stockings and a suspender belt, with her sweet pretty pussy alluringly framed between its straps. She knelt in front of me, ran her fingers along my swollen and distended labial lips, and then proceeded to eat me out like an expert – but, as she explained later, she had started work at the hotel three months before me, and had been initiated into the Sapphos Club on her second weekend. I was transported into bliss – my lovely, wonderful Kate was a lesbian too, and was taking me to the heights of ecstasy. It was the start of a wonderful year, as Kate and I worked (much of the time on our backs or roped up in the bondage room) in the Ladies’ Wing at the weekends, and made love to each other whenever we got the chance during the week.

All of this happened a little over twenty years ago. A year later, Kate and I went away to university, and after graduating we both got jobs in London. We are still together and very much in love, although we have never been monogamous and have had – separately and together – sexual encounters with many other women. We both work successfully in the travel industry (a great way to meet hot babes from all over the world – I still remember the Swedish tour guide who lived with us for a couple of months in 1996), and have made quite a bit of money. In fact, we have recently been talking about maybe starting a hotel of our own … a special kind of hotel … for ladies only …

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Eli Tonta recalls the following day after Friday: A fun one-night camping trip out to a river with her brother and his friends where she learns a lot of new things.

Part 1

My name is Eli Tonta. My story begins a few years back, it was during summer and I was thirteen years old. We live in a one-story house and it was small, yet cozy. My room was right next to my big brother’s room, Jake. He was sixteen years old. Our rooms were right up against each other, our rooms were so close in-fact, Jake could have probably heard me sneeze through the walls. Our rooms both lead out into the kitchen, it was a small and messy kitchen but we had all the essentials. To the left was the living room, there was no door connecting the kitchen and living room. Facing the living room from the kitchen, our parent’s room was to the right and behind us was the laundry room and bathroom.

It was late into the night and being my thirteen-year-old self, I couldn’t sleep because I was afraid of monsters under my bed and whatnot. Of course, I had a night light, but that wouldn’t help. I didn’t know what to do because my parents hated it when I went into their room in the middle of the night, so I decided to go to my brother’s room.

I was in some panties and a larger T-shirt, but my round boobs still poked at my shirt. For a thirteen-year-old, my breasts were rather large. I don’t exactly remember how big because I didn’t really know what they were for at the time, but they must have been Cs or maybe even larger.

Being at a young age, I never really noticed my body but looking back now, I was pretty busty – not to toot my own horn. I was growing hair in strange places and I had to keep them shaved because I thought it was mortifying. I was short, I thought having a big butt sucked and my breasts were sore all the time from growing, like they were during that night.

Anyway, I slowly opened my brother’s room and peeked inside. It was pitch dark but I’ve been in his room before. I crept in and quietly shut the door behind myself. Afterwards, I stumbled around in the dark for a few minutes and eventually found my brother’s bed. I climbed up onto the side. I looked around in the dark with my hands, rubbing them against the bed, looking for my brother. Eventually, I found him and gently climbed up into the bed with him.

His back was facing me, so I scooted up as close as I could, to the point where my boobs were squished against his back, I was super cold. I moved my left arm in a way that supported my breasts, so they weren’t as sore, with my shoulder/forearm and I had my head resting on my hand. I wasn’t sure what to do with my right arm, so I just wrapped it around my brother, under the blankets.

Jake was much taller than me, I remember him being around 6’3. He was a giant compared to my 4’6 height!

This is important because I remember when I wrapped my arm around his – what I thought was his stomach – hips, I felt something strange underneath Jake’s underwear. At the time, I wasn’t aware of what it was or what I was doing so I explored. It felt soft and long. I played with it for a few seconds before I thought about waking him up, but I had a super weird and new feeling that I’ve never had before, and it made me think otherwise about waking him. Instead, I gently slipped my small hands under his underwear.

I felt around for the long and soft thing I felt a second ago and I found it again. I felt a warm fuzzy feeling appear. It felt like it was coming from my stomach, but lower. I felt a faint, warm glow appear in my breasts. It felt good, and the longer I played with his thing, the stronger the warm fuzzy feeling and the glowing would get.

Now, at this age, I’ve never experienced anything like this. I’ve never masturbated in my life, I didn’t even know what masturbation was. I didn’t know what a penis was, I’ve never even seen one, and I didn’t know what tits or pussies were or anything. I only knew them as ‘Boobs’ and ‘Private Parts’. I was extremely innocent at this age, but a lot of that changed quickly after this night.

I liked the feeling I got from playing with Jake’s ‘tail’, as I called it for a few weeks because I didn’t know what it was. It made me feel good. Later, I learned that this feeling was what being horny was like.

After a few minutes, I noticed it moved a little in my hand. It kept moving and I wasn’t sure if Jake was awake or not so I held perfectly still, even holding my breath. It kept growing and I could feel my hand tightening around it as his tail grew bigger. I didn’t know what I did or what happened, but now it was harder than a rock and even longer than it was a few seconds ago! It wasn’t near as floppy as it was a second ago, now it wouldn’t even bend, no matter how hard I tried.

I kept playing with it, bopping it against my hand and sometimes rubbing it unaware of what I was actually doing.

I kept playing with it for a few more seconds until I felt his ‘tail’ pulse in my hands. I kept doing what I was doing and it kept pulsing, and I suddenly felt something warm, gooey and sticky get on my hands. I left my hand still for a moment, trying to figure out what just happened. I wasn’t sure if what just got on my hands was pee – which would have been disgusting and I would have silently freaked – but I didn’t think it was pee.

There wasn’t much on my hands because most of ‘it’ got stuck to Jake’s underwear.

Eventually, I pulled my hand out from his underwear. I brought the gooey substance to my nose and smelt it, but it didn’t smell like anything. I pinched my fingers together and rubbed them back and forth, it was very slippery.

I wasn’t sure how much was on my hands because it was pitch black, and I didn’t want to wipe it all over my brother’s bed. A thought crossed my mind, I should just eat it. At first, I was absolutely disgusted at the thought but I didn’t know what else to do. I sighed and brought my hand to my mouth and licked the substance off of my fingers.

It didn’t taste as bad as I thought it would. It was actually kind of tasty, it was a little sweet with some other strange – but good – tastes.

I wasn’t sure what just happened, but that warm glowy feeling I had earlier became much, much more intense and the source came from the pure flower between my legs and, not near as much, the two little roses atop of the hills of my chest, ultimately replacing the sore feeling I had earlier.

I didn’t know how to relieve these strange new, sexual feelings and they were growing more and more intense by the second. The feelings felt so intense, and I had this impulse to do something. I wasn’t sure what, but my body needed me to do something.

I didn’t know how to relieve my feelings. I instinctively closed my thighs together, slightly rubbing them back and forth. It felt good and it was relieving some of those sexual tensions, but it wasn’t enough. Not even close. I squeezed my young thirteen year old boobs together using my upper arm. That, too, helped but it was just in the slightest. I needed more.

I don’t remember what I was thinking, but I remember I instinctively moved my hand down above my delicate gender, I could feel my hand placed gently above my pantie-covered mound, my fingertips resting on various areas upon my young sex. As I felt around, I realized that the front of my panties were almost soaked. I didn’t have an idea where all these liquids came from, but I didn’t really think about questioning it. I just wanted to please the feelings I had.

Just placing my fingertips upon my vagina felt incredible at the time. It was the best feeling I had ever experienced in my youth.

I hesitated before doing anything else, but I had a sudden and incredibly strong impulse to just press down and move my hand back and forth, essentially masturbating through my soaked panties. It was one of the most excellent feelings I had ever felt.

Of course, I was thirteen at the time and had no idea that what I did and what I was doing was a bad thing. I had no clue at all.

I gently slipped my hand under my panties, and the excellent feeling I felt before felt two times better when I touched myself bare. I was completely soaked and every time I moved my fingers over my sex, a rather loud squish sound could be heard.

After a few seconds, I figured out an even better spot to rub. It was a little piece that felt extremely good every time I jerked my hand over it. Later, I learned that this was called a clitoris.

My thoughts brought me to licking my brother’s fluids after I had unknowingly jerked him off, and that thought pushed me over the edge.

At the time, I didn’t have a clue what was happening. All I knew was that I could only feel extremely intense waves of pleasure coursing through my body. I remember my whole body shuddering, instinctively pinching my nipples through my shirt, only increasing the intensity of what I was feeling. With every shudder my body produced, a new wave of amazing flowed over me.

This. This moment was the best moment of my entire life and it opened my eyes to a new, amazing place. I never thought I would or even could experience so much sexual pleasure. It took me a while to learn, but these were called orgasms. This night was the best night I had ever experienced, and I don’t regret any of it. Even now, I don’t.

Afterwards, I lied there for a few more moments. I couldn’t touch my vagina, it was just so raw. So sensitive, the slightest touch sent such intense waves of pleasure that it was simply too much. I held my hand over every part of my vagina, using it to protect it from touching anything.

I felt like I was missing something, but I didn’t really know what and I didn’t have the strength to stay awake and think about it.

Part 2

After waking up about twenty-five minutes prior to Jake, I had left Jake’s room and quickly went into my room. I held my hands over my crotch because my panties were still slightly damp, and the air was extremely cold on the thin fabric.

I turned the lights on, hopped into my bed after closing the door, and immediately began experimenting with myself. All I remembered from last night was that if I rubbed around my crotch, it felt really freaking good and the fact that I was becoming obsessed over my brother; though, I didn’t realize that at the time.

Thoughts of the events that occurred last night surged throughout my mind, it was the only thing I could think about.

I could feel my liquids seeping out onto my panties again, making them more wet. I decided to take them off to make things easier.

I rubbed around my crotch, randomly guessing and trying to figure out which part feels the best.

I quickly found it, it was a little nub towards my mound. Every time I brushed my hand over it, it sent a slight shudder of pleasure throughout my body with the waves being most intense towards my breasts and my pussy.

Without really thinking about it, I bit my lip and began to learn how to properly masturbate. I just rubbed my fingers back and forth over my clit, speeding up overtime.

Combined with the memories of last night, I didn’t last long at all. It took me about two minutes to start feeling the orgasm rapidly building up.

I knew what was about to happen, now. And I knew it was going to be fucking amazing.

I felt the intense waves of pleasure surge out through my body in rapid successions, causing my whole body to shake and shudder. I wanted to scream, but I bit my lip and held it in. The orgasm lasted for so long, I can’t even remember.

As I was nearing the end, I heard a knock on the door and the knob turned. I quickly pulled my blankets over myself, still shuddering slightly because I could still feel the waves of pleasure, just not as intense as earlier.

“Hey sis,” I heard my brother say as he opened the door. Still shuddering a little, I replied with a weak “Hey.” He hesitated before saying anything, “You want some breakfast?” I felt a bit of joy enter my heart as he asked that, feeling special. “Yeah,” I responded with a voice crack and a shudder.

“You okay?” He asked as he started to walk over, “You seem a bit cold.”

I felt my heart begin to race as he walked towards my bed, “Uh.. y-yeah, I guess I am a little cold,” I stuttered my way through the sentence.

He sat down next to me, I could feel my heart practically pounding at my throat. I never felt this nervous around Jake before.. Something from last night had given me a whole new feeling that I’d never felt before.

“Oh, well alright. What’d you want to eat?” He laid his hand down, on what he thought was my shoulder, on my right breast and pat it a few times in a comforting manner.

What he didn’t know was that every time he pat my breast, the lower palm of his hand was causing the fabric of the blanket to rub against my nipple and would cause a ripple of pleasure to disperse throughout my body.

By now, my heart was pounding so hard, I was certain Jake could hear it but I couldn’t ever tell for sure.

“Um… bacon and eggs?” I asked shyly. I wasn’t sure why I was feeling nervous and a little shy in front of my older brother, but I didn’t like it.

He flashed me a warm smile before saying, “Alright little sis, I’ll come get you when they’re ready.” He leaned over and pecked my forehead with a kiss and left the room.

I felt my face grow hot and red as he kissed my forehead and left. After he closed the door, I let out a huge sigh of relief and I felt my heartbeat slowly fade away.

I sighed and reached over and grabbed my phone to look at the time: 5:49 AM. It didn’t have Wi-Fi or any internet access and it didn’t have the ability to call or send text messages, but it was still useful for entertainment. My parents, before giving me the phone, put some apps that I asked them to add. They’d go over it and allow it. Sometimes they’d disallow it, maybe because of the content. Most of the apps were games, though.

I sat there for a few minutes and played games on my phone, trying to get my mind off of Jake, but to no avail.

In the middle of my game, my 6:00 AM alarm went off. I jumped in fright and dropped it onto my lap, sideways and in between my legs. I sat there for a few minutes to allow myself to recover from the fright while listening to the alarm tune.

As I was recovering, I felt the vibrations of the phone vibrating against the fabric of the blanket that was resting directly above my vagina.

The feelings that the vibrations gave me painted an almost perfect picture in my mind of what happened last night. The tastes, the smells, the emotional and physical feelings and sensations I felt all came back to me in that moment and made me have a 3-4 second spasm of pleasure. Not exactly an orgasm, but I could feel that it wouldn’t take long to get one!

Just a few more seconds and I would have gotten my orgasm, but a knock on the door made me jump and I quickly yanked my phone away from my crotch and pretended I was playing on it. It felt like I was going to have a heart attack! My heart was beating so fast again.

Jake pushed open the door and just saw me on my phone. I looked up at him and smiled, “Is it ready?”

He flashed me a cute grin and replied, “Yeah, I made them how you liked. Come on and have a seat.” He turned around and walked out, leaving the door open.

I remembered that I never got dressed and the door was halfway open. I sat there for a second, slightly panicking about the situation.

I stared at the crack in the door for a few minutes, looking for Jake but I never saw him. I leaned over to my side, making sure to hold the blanket over my chest, to look for some sort of clothing. I saw the panties and shirt that I wore last night. I didn’t have anything else, so I guess that would have to do temporarily.

I leaned over and picked them up and inspected them. The front of the panties was still slightly damp, but it wasn’t noticeable so I put them on under the blanket anyway. I looked at the T-Shirt, but it was surprisingly clean and it smelt okay, so I went ahead and threw it on and got out of bed.

The T-Shirt was a rather large shirt, it went down to my thighs, about an inch or two just above the knee. The shirt showed off a bit of cleavage, but I shrugged it off and went on.

I opened my door all the way and walked into the kitchen and saw my brother eating his breakfast while he was on his phone. He had some sausages instead of bacon and three or four fried eggs.

On my plate were some scrambled eggs and four strips of bacon with a glass of milk next to the plate. I couldn’t help but smile, I guess he’s in a good mood today! He rarely makes breakfast.

I went ahead and sat down, “Hey, Eli.” Jake said from across the circular table.

After sitting down, I was kind of wishing I was sitting next to him instead of across the table. I realized how weird I sounded and tried to push the thought away, but the constant horniness I was feeling from not being able to finish my business just kept bringing in thoughts about Jake.

I tried my best to suppress the thoughts and responded, “Hey, Jake,” I took a bite of the eggs, “You did a really good job on these eggs.”

He flashed me a smile, “Thanks. So, I was thinking, do you wanna go camping with some of my friends later today? We’ll be staying the night and coming back home tomorrow. We found a really nice spot called Sunset and it’s right next to a little river. So, what do you say?”

I thought for a moment. I did want to go swim because I love swimming… But I didn’t know any of his friends at all… Buut I would see Jake without a shirt..

My mind was made. “Yeah, sounds fun!” I replied excitedly.

Later that day, I was loading up into Jake’s friend’s car. It was a white car, a little busted up but it worked. There were three seats taken, so I took the only vacant one which was in the back.

I had a tank top and some short shorts with a black bathing suit underneath that was kind of tight and rather uncomfortable around me. At least the breast-pieces were.

Jake was in the front passenger seat with a red shirt that had nothing but a black little icon on the chest. He was wearing some swimming shorts and some sandals.

Jake introduced me to Katrina, or Kat. She was the driver, “Hey, Eli! I’m Kat, your driver for today!” she said with a smile. She spoke kind of slow and pretty soft, but she looked very pretty!

She was wearing a tank top too, but it had really big sleeve holes that went all the way from the top of the shirt to nearly the bottom. You could see the breast piece of her bathing suit easily. She was wearing a pitch-white bathing suit. She was also wearing some shorts that didn’t even go halfway down her thigh, but they were cute.

I smiled at her through the rear-view mirror and said, “Thanks, Kat. Nice to meet you.”

Jake then introduced Luuk. His name is spelt really weird but it just sounds like Luke.

“This is Luuk, Eli.” Jake said. Luuk was tall with blond hair and blue eyes. He was pretty cute, I thought but my eyes were still on Jake.

“Hi, Luuk,” I said.

He replied with a grin, “Heyy, you’re really small.”

I didn’t really know what else to do so I just smirked, “Uhh.. thanks?”

He blew a little more air out of his nostrils than normal and his grin got even wider, “I’m just playin’ with you. Nice to meet you, Eli.”

I smiled at him, “Nice to meet you too, Luuk.”

I got along well with Jake’s friend on the ride to Sunset. It was about ten – fifteen minutes out so I got to know his friends a little better.

Katrina is 19 and seems to be a sweet person and I think she kinda likes me. Not like.. In that way, I don’t think, but more like a friend and that made me feel really comfortable.

She was a really cute girl. About a foot and a few inches taller than me, brown luscious hair, freckles along her cheeks, blue eyes and a nice body. She was petite with breasts that were about the same size as mine. Her butt was small but it was really cute.

Luuk is a really cool guy, too! He’s 17, friendly, nice and one of the funniest people I’ve met. He does these funny little play-by-plays of a conversation or something and he’ll do all these little gestures with his body and make little voices for the people he’s imitating. He also smokes a lot of marijuana, just like Katrina.

Luuk is about 6’ I’d imagine, huge compared to me! His hair was blonde and on the sides of his head were cut but, on the top,, it was longer. His face was smooth, so he didn’t have freckles or anything. He had brown eyes.

I didn’t know this until meeting Luuk and Katrina, but Jake also smokes marijuana. When I met them, I thought it was crazy at first but they all started talking about it and they were talking about how it isn’t bad at all and how it actually helps people.

Once we got to Sunset, it was around 5:20 PM. We had to walk a little to actually get to the spot, but once we got there, it was really nice!

Trees lined up against the bank and further down the small river was a man-made bridge. It was pretty tall, and it was kinda far away but still in a walkable distance. The sun was low in the sky, making the clouds turn into a beautiful golden/red/purple. The lights reflected off the shimmering water and it just looked gorgeous.

Before getting into the water, we set three tents up. One for Katrina, one for Luuk, and one for me and Jake. We didn’t get a fourth tent because I came into the picture at the last second.

We grabbed some chairs and I sat on a tree stump that was smoothly cut on both edges. I rolled it over to where we were setting up the fire and placed it next to the fire.

As we were all sitting around the rather shitty fire, Katrina suggested, “So, do y’all wanna go swim before it gets too dark?”

Jake replied, “Yeah, I do.”

Luuk lifted a glass pipe to show us, “Y’all wanna smoke first?”

Katrina and Jake looked at each other and then to me. “You want to try it?”

I looked back to Jake, then to Luuk, and then to Katrina as if expecting someone to say something for some reason.

“Uh.. yeah, I guess I’ll try it,” I announced.

Luuk looked to Jake and smiled, “Hell yeah, we got a champ!” Luuk exclaimed as he handed the pipe and a red lighter to me.

The glass pipe’s main color was dark and light blue with a stripped pattern. The inside of the pipe bowl was packed in with something that didn’t smell too particularly nice, but it was green, and it was grinded down. I wanted to touch it but I thought against it because I didn’t want to mess anything up. The inside of the pipe bowl, from what I could tell, was covered in black. I could only assume that’s how much they’ve used it.

Upon further examination, I found two holes. One that went into the pipe’s bowl, and one that ran along the length of the pipe body from the bowl to the exit.

“That’s where you put your mouth,” Jake said as he gestured toward the hole that ran along the length of the pipe, “and that is where you put your thumb,” he said as he gestured toward the other hole.

“Hold the lighter in your right and light it upside down, so like this,” he showed me to hold the lighter sideways, so the lighter’s red button faced me.

“When you want to inhale, inhale it into your mouth first and then breath in. You’ll cough like hell, so take this water,” he handed me a plastic water bottle. I took it and set it between my feet.

I did as he said and put the pipe’s entrance in my mouth and held the lighter backwards, so the flame went up and burnt my thumb. I winced in pain, but I didn’t want anyone to notice so I just flipped the lighter around.

I propped the lighter’s ignition on the side of the bowl, taking a lot of time to prepare and light the weed.

After a lot of hesitation and looking at my friends, I lit the weed for a few seconds. I inhaled it through the pipe into my mouth, let it set for a second and took a breath in. Almost immediately, I practically began to cough my lungs out.

I dropped the lighter and handed the pipe off to someone, it took a second for someone to take it. I was coughing so hard that I couldn’t even say anything!

I reached down and began to down the water bottle, occasionally coughing into the water bottle and having some water spew off onto the side. I could only hope that it didn’t land on anybody! I occasionally heard someone say, “Are you okay, Eli?” I shook my head, ‘no’ with a forced smile and stuck my index finger up to gesture, “give me a minute”

After calming my lungs down by forcing myself to gulp air down, everyone was looking at me. Katrina asked, “What do you think?”

I smiled, already feeling the effects, “Um… I dunno, really. I think I feel it already though.”

Jake said, “I dunno how you’ll feel, but for me, it makes me really sleepy.”

I wasn’t really feeling sleepy at all, but I was actually feeling pretty hyper. I don’t know if it was because of the marijuana or because of how the day’s been going, but I didn’t think marijuana was that bad of a thing anymore.

After passing the pipe around a few more times and coughing my lungs up, we eventually finished it off. Everyone kept asking if I was blazed, but I didn’t even know what that meant.

But yeah, I was blazed. High off my ass. Higher than the fucking moon.

I remember that it was hard to remember things, like it was really bad short-term memory loss. My eyes did feel a little heavy, but I didn’t feel tired at all. I felt like getting up and doing stuff! My mind was racing with thoughts. So many, in-fact, that I’d go off-topic on a thought and completely forget the original thought. Then that happens to the thought that went off-topic because that topic made me think about something else.. And, well, it’s rather a vicious cycle.

I just sat there as everyone else stripped their clothes except their bathing suits. Katrina’s breast piece looked uncomfortable because it was squishing her boobs all together and stuff.

“You comin’?” Jake asked with a smile.

It took me a moment to process what he just said, “Oh.. uhhhh, yeah I am.” I stood up with a slight stumble. Jake stared at me for a few more moments before shrugging and turning around to pull his shirt off. He looked fucking gorgeous! He was kind of muscular, but not really. He had some noticeable muscles on his arms and a few abs. You could tell he works out.

After he got in the water, I began to strip as well. I pulled my shirt off to reveal my breast-piece. It was just the regular padded breast pieces held together only by some strings. It didn’t push my boobs together or make them feel uncomfortable or anything. I pulled my short shorts off.

While I was leaning down to pull my short shorts off, I looked up in time just to see Jake out in the water, staring at me. At my boobs!

I quickly looked away from him, hoping he didn’t catch me looking at him. I felt nervous and I felt my heart beating harder than normal in my chest.

But on top of the nervousness, I felt… aroused. It made me feel good that he was checking me out.

The feeling of arousal gave me flashbacks to last night and I began to feel a glow appear in crotch. It made me feel the need to do something, and that something was masturbate.

That got me thinking about later tonight. Since I was brought in at the last moment, I’d be sleeping with Jake in his tent. I wanted to see his ‘tail’ this time, not just touch it. Just thinking about what I was planning to do later tonight started to make me wet down below.

I quickly got into the water before my juices started to drip down my leg.

I tried to ignore the feelings, but it was difficult. Especially when he was practically standing right in-front of me and without a shirt.

Nothing too interesting happened while swimming; however, I think I might have caught Jake looking at my breasts a few times. I don’t think he noticed that I noticed.

When I caught him glancing at my breasts, it made me happy. I could feel my heart beat faster and my face grew hot every time I caught him. I’m not too sure why it made me feel that way, but it did. I couldn’t help but smile every time I caught him checking me out!

It was around 6:50 PM by the time we got out and changed, the sun had set about twenty minutes ago.

We stayed out for a few more hours, talking and getting to know each other while getting higher than balloons.

Luuk kept packing and passing the bowl to me and I never denied his offers.

Every time I took a hit of the bowl, I could feel my lungs grow hot. The sensation made me cough my lungs up each time.

As I kept hitting it, I did get better and began coughing less.

I looked at my phone’s clock and it read 8:53 PM.

As I was checking the phone, I heard Jake yawn, “Well guys, I’m pretty tired. Probably gonna crash now, see you guys in the morning,” he said as he sat up from his chair and went into his tent.

“Goodnight,” we all called out as he was getting in the tent. I heard him shuffling around inside for a few minutes until he went silent.

Luuk sighed and said, “Well, I guess I’m gonna do the same. You ladies enjoy yourselves.” He got up from his seat and went in his tent.

Me and Katrina called out, “Night,” as he went into his tent.

Katrina looked at me, “Well, I think I’m gonna go into my tent too. You wanna come?”

I thought for a moment. What if she knows that I like my brother? If I say no and just go into my brother’s tent, will she think I do?

“Yeah, sure.” I finally decided.

She grinned at me, “Alright little one, let’s go.” She said as she walked over to her tent. I followed her.

On the walk to her tent, I couldn’t help but stare at her butt. It looked so cute on her petite body. I felt the urge to reach out and grab it, but I decided against it.

She zipped open her tent and stepped in side and I followed, zipping it closed afterwards.

She began pulling her tank top and shorts off, putting them off in the corner. She’d just be in her underwear, a cute dark blue bra and black lingerie panties.

She flicked a battery-powered light on that illuminated the tent. She had blankets on the ground for a mattress and two fluffy pillows that looked comfortable.

She laid down on the mattress, bending her left leg and propping her right leg on the knee on the left leg and pulled her phone out.

She glanced at me with a smile, “Go ahead and make yourself comfortable, girl! Strip down to the nude if that’s what makes you comfortable.”

I smiled, thinking she was just playing around. I went ahead and stripped, but not down to the nude. I left my shirt on, but I undid my swimming bra and tossed it into the corner. I pulled my short shorts off and tossed it next to my swimming bra, only being in a shirt and a bikini bottom.

“Oooh, so you’re one of those girls, huh?” She said with a smile.

I must have had looked confused because she studied my facial expression for a few seconds before saying, “A girl who doesn’t wear bras?”

I laughed at myself and said, “Ohh, yeah, no I don’t wear bras. They’re kinda uncomfortable, like the swimming bra I just had on was super uncomfortable but I didn’t feel like taking it off.”

She chuckled, “Well alright then. You can lay down, girl. Mi casa su casa, huh?”

I nodded with a smile and went ahead and laid down next to her, looking at her phone.

“You have data?” I asked

She nodded, “Yep, I do, but it kinda sucks out here.”

“Right,” I said, “I don’t have Wi-Fi or data on my phone. The only thing I do on it is play offline games or look at the time.”

“Wait, so you can’t even google things?” Katrina asked

I thought for a second, “Google?”

“Yeah, Google.”

“I dunno what Google is,” I said.

“Wait, so you’ve never been on the internet?” she asked me in surprise.

“Uh.. no,” I said slowly.

She sat up and grabbed my shoulders and lightly shook me in a playful way, “Ohhh my gosh, you have no idea what you’re missing.”

Laughing as she shook me around, I lightly pushed her on her breast back and she sat back down, “So you haven’t even seen porn?” She said in a slightly hushed voice.

“Ew, no.” I said.

She immediately picked her phone up and began opening something up and began typing, “pornhub.com”.

“Oh, come on, there’s no need for that.” I said, uncomfortably chuckling.

“Ohhhh don’t worry, it’ll be okay! They’re just some images, what’s the worst it’s gonna do to you, huh?” she said.

I thought for a moment and sighed, “Alright.. go ahead then.”

She smiled and pressed the search button. It took a few minutes for it to load up, but it eventually did. I seen thumbnails of naked close ups of ladies, some with men and some with other girls.

“Ooh, they’re cute, huh?” She tapped on a thumbnail that had two younger girls, one was petite with smaller breasts and a nice butt with black hair and blue eyes and the other one was slightly bigger, she had more curves with bigger breasts. She had blonde hair and blue eyes, too.

“Yeah, I guess.. why lesbian?” I asked, reading from the tags.

She shrugged, “I dunno, I’m just showing you this.”

The video began to play, it started out slow. The two in the video were just kissing each other on the lips, French kissing and the such.

The blonde one was clearly the dominant one between the two as she crawled on top of the girl with black hair. The black-haired girl had one hand full of the blonde’s boob and the other hand stroking her vagina.

The blonde-haired girl was using one arm to support herself, the other to caress the black haired girl’s boob. She leaned over and began kissing her significant other.

I felt myself becoming aroused as I watched the video. I felt the need to touch myself, but I couldn’t with Katrina.

“Here,” she said as she scooted closer, “So you can see better.”

She was on her side; her right leg was on me. I didn’t mind, I actually kind of liked it. It made me feel comfortable with her.

She laid the phone down using my leg to keep it propped up, she’d rest her hand on top of my belly.

I continued to watch the porn. The need to touch myself kept growing and it kept making me think about Katrina.

“You okay?” She asked, rubbing her fingers around on my belly.

As she rubbed my belly, she’d occasionally see how far down she can go until I’d say something, which I never did. The closer she got, the harder my heart started to beat and the hotter my face got. It kind of tickled, but in a sexual way.

It took me a minute to process what she just asked, “Uh.. y-yeah I am,” I said, hating myself for stammering.

“You sure?” She asked slowly, moving her fingers over my waistband for a brief moment.

I couldn’t speak for some reason. I wanted to say “Yes,” but something was holding me back. All that came out was a very light moan.

I felt more air exit her nostrils than normal and I could see from the corner of my eye that she had a slight grin.

She laid her head on my right shoulder, still watching the porn.

She slowly slid the tips of her fingers under the waistband of the bottom half of my bikini and left it there for a few moments.

My mouth went dry as I sat there expecting her to go further. I could feel my juices flowing down my butt, and the urge to touch myself was so strong that I felt like doing it myself instead of going through the anticipation.

Eventually, Katrina slowly slid her hands down my abdomen, and eventually my groin.

I felt the pressure of her hand everywhere she touched. It was so sensitive but in such an amazing way.

“You ready?” she snickered.

All I did was nod with my jaw open because I was more than ready for whatever she was planning to do.

She smiled and proceeded further down, painfully slowly.

Eventually, the tips of her fingers reached my clitoris and sat still for a few more moments.

Despite her not doing anything, it still felt really freaking good! I just wish that she’d go faster because I can’t wait.

She began twiddling with it. Every time her fingers brushed over me, I felt my body slightly shudder.

She began to move her fingers back and forth over my clitoris, overtime, gaining speed. The more speed she gained, the tighter my eyes were shut and the further open my mouth was.

To help Katrina, I spread my legs nice and wide so she could maneuver herself easier.

“You enjoying yourself, Eli?” She said in a sexual tone which only turned me on further.

“Please.. don’t stop, Katrina,” I mustered up.

She smirked and stopped. “Here, I got something even better.”

I didn’t say anything, but I wasn’t sure what could be better.

She got up and turned the porn off. She placed herself between my legs and pulled my bikini bottom off, watching me watch her.

“Ready?” She said with a sexual grin.

I nodded in anticipation, ready for whatever she was about to do.

I watched as she lowered her head towards my clitoris. I thought it was weird at first, but once her tongue touched anything anywhere down there, I felt my entire body tense up and my legs squeeze together and my toes and fingers curl up and my eyes shut tight as the orgasm washed over me. I felt such intense, but good, feelings that I was struggling to hold myself back from screaming at the top of my lungs! I felt the sensation of pleasure in every cell of my body from the tips of my toes to the top of my head and all she did was keep going and it only made it that much better.

The pleasure was so intense, in fact, that it was almost too much to handle. My orgasm lasted for such a long time that I lost track, but it must have been a good 20 – 30 seconds.

Once my body had settled down, I realized that Katrina’s head was trapped between my thighs because I was squeezing her head with them.

I was sweating, and my breathing was at a faster pace than normal. My mouth was dry, and my eyes were heavy with weariness but the warm tinge the orgasm had left was still there and assisted me into my quick slumber.

“Eli?” I heard Katrina call faintly.

“Gosh, I must be good, she was sooo wet… too bad she can’t return the favor.” She mumbled to herself.

I heard her faintly sigh and reach up to pull my bikini bottom back up.

While she was doing so, her hand brushed up against my soaked clit.

Everything down there, after the orgasm, was so raw. The slightest touch from anything down there felt so intense in a good way that it wasn’t okay.

Her touch made my body involuntarily shudder, so I quickly yanked my hand down under my soaked bikini bottom to protect my now raw and extremely sensitive parts.

“Eli?” She asked. No response because I just didn’t have the strength.

I felt her staring at me for a few moments before I heard her shuffling around and a ‘click,’ which I could only assume was the lights. Afterwards, I could feel her lie down next to me.

She scooted closer and wrapped her arm around me, her hand resting atop my breasts.

I felt Katrina begin to lightly fondle them, her focus were my nipples. She rubbed them through the thin fabric of my shirt and it felt good. It felt really good, but I was so drowsy from earlier that I couldn’t stay awake.

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A little long, but hope you enjoy

This is my first story. Please lemme know what you think, good & bad
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A pounding noise reverberates through the room, waking me from pleasant dreams. Opening my eyes, wondering who might be at the door, I realized that the pounding was coming from within my own skull, and I groan. Apparently I wasn’t alone, because my groan was echoed by other voices.

In shock, I look around and find three other women in my bed, one of them is… This is too much for my extremely hung-over mind to fathom, and oblivion takes me.

* * *

I had just turned 18 a week ago, and my friends finally convinced me to go to a strip joint in the next town over. I had agreed, mostly just to get them to quit pestering me. I mean, why should I go to a strip club and see a bunch of naked women that are out of my league, when I can just surf the web for porn and see a lot more action? You might argue that seeing tits in person is better than digitally, but I have to admit I am rather shy.

We arrive at the club, one of the few that will let in those under 21, but I have to wear a red band on my wrist to denote the fact that I am too young to drink. The place is pretty hopping with a cute brunette on the stage collecting her tips from her last dance. We end up having to take seats towards the back, but are still able to see the stage pretty well.

“Next up is Amber,” comes the announcer’s voice. “Amber. Amber please take the stage.”

A smoking hot red-head comes out in a school girl outfit, and begins to groove to the music. She moves her hips to the music provocatively, and turns her back to us before bending over. She runs her hand slowly up her inner thigh as she stands upright. Turning back to the audience, I am surprised to see that she has undone the knot holding her shirt on, and she soon shrugs it off. I am intrigued with how well she moves, and wonder how good she would be in bed. Despite these thoughts, I realize that I am not even hard. If I had been watching porn, I know I would have been at my full 8 inches, but there is just something about only watching a woman dance that doesn’t turn me on.

The dance had continued while I’d been lost in thought, and I realize that Amber, or whatever her real name is, is down to just her panties. I am shocked and pleasantly surprised to see that her nipples are pierced. I love pierced nipples! This time my cock truly does begin to stir, and I watch with more interest. She takes one of the guys sitting at the stage, and lets him thread a dollar through one of the rings. She keeps tugging on her nipple rings, and her eyes glaze over every time she does. I am not too naive to think this might all just be an act, but it still turns me on all the same. Her panties come off, and I am just able to make out the glint of a clit piercing. This chick is kinky, & I like it!

The song ends too soon, and she is gone from the stage shortly after. I continue to watch other dancers, but none seem to compare to Amber.

I get my courage up, and pay for a private session with Amber. I had cleaned up big from my birthday, so had plenty of cash to blow.

She smiles sweetly asking for my name. “John,” I say, glad my voice didn’t squeak or stutter. Maybe I should describe myself. I am 6 foot 1 inch, with a slightly athletic build. I have brown hair and eyes, and a week’s worth of growth for a goatee since school got out right before my birthday. I have been told that I am ruggedly good looking, if only I weren’t too shy.

“John, hmmm. I like that name. I had a boyfriend named John once, and he was great in bed!” I can’t believe how open she is about her sex life, and just follow her silently.

When we enter the room she tells me the rules. She will stay on the other side of some plexi-glass, but will come around if I tip $20 or more. I am only allowed to touch were she directs my hands and nowhere else.

As she begins to dance, I quickly drop $20. I wanna touch this sexy woman. Her eyes light up seeing the bill I just laid out, and quickly steps around the plexi-glass.

“You must really like what you see to drop that much so quickly!” she tells me, and I look to the bill I put down in confusion. Oh crap! I think as I realized I had put down a $100 bill instead of a $20. I can’t take it back now without seeming like a real prick, so I just say the first thing that comes to my mind.

“You are by far the best one out there.” Corny, I know, but I’m just not good in social situations.

“Ah, thanks baby. Now you just sit right there and enjoy yourself.” She smiles as she places her small ass in my lap and begin to grind against my rapidly inflating tool. She grabs my hands and places them on her hips. “Mmm, is that really you in there? That feels huge!” I blush furiously, but she doesn’t notice as she is turned away from me. Her grinding is really beginning to get to me, and I start using my strength to grind her hips harder on me. A low moan escapes her lips, and she stands, stepping away from me. “Not yet, big man. I don’t want to end this dance too early.”

She pulls off a shiny red sequined top, and gyrates her hips some. I am able to see her panties under her very short skirt, and am surprised to see a slight wet spot. Was that from me or her? I don’t dare look down at my crotch to find out. How embarrassing.

She sits back down in my lap, this time facing me, and my hands immediately go back to her hips, the one place I know I am allowed to touch. Placing her hands behind my head, she pulls me down to her bra covered cleavage, and shakes her small tits against my cheeks. I can’t help myself, and actually start licking and kissing between her breasts. She tastes like peppermint.

She starts to slide her hips back and forth, really grinding against my pant covered groin. She grabs my wrists, and pulls my hands up along her back. “Undo my top,” she tells me, and without hesitation I begin fumbling at the clasp. After a few moments, she giggles. “Here, let me help you.” How does anyone get those things undone? Especially women who have to do it behind their backs?

My face feels like it is burning, but again, I don’t think she notices because it is buried in her cleavage. My hands roam up and down her back, as her bra falls between us. Without though, I immediately latch onto her right nipple, and taste the metal of the ring.

“Uh-uh. I didn’t say you could do that,” she admonishes as her hands go to the back of my head. Instead of pushing me away though, she pulls me in tighter. “Ooh, you’re good at that,” she croons breathily.

Her gyrations are really beginning to get to me, and I can feel my orgasm coming, when her fingers dig into my scalp, and she begins convulsing and thrashing in my lap. A loud wail escapes her lips, and I groan as my sperm flood my underwear.

We sit like that for a couple more moments, before she gets up, and surprises me with a passionate kiss to my lips. I gladly respond, and even begin to feel a stirring down below, when she brakes it off. “Wow! I haven’t had that happen in a long time,” she tells me. I believe her until we get back out to the main floor and I remember where I am and what she is. Still I am in a rather good mood.

My buddy, Rob, is the first to see me, and he rushes to me, a dreadfully serious look on his face. “We have to go, and we have to go now.”

“What? Why? Where is everyone?” I look around, but can’t see any of the other guys we came out here with.

“They’re waiting in the car. come on, let’s go!”

“Up next is Geo. Geo, please take the stage.”

I get distracted by that name. I know that name…

Rob groans, and I look back to him. “We have to go, NOW!” he practically screams, but it is too late. I see her.

“What the–?” I trail off. Getting on stage is a 5’5″ inch strawberry blonde bombshell. She has her bellybutton pierced, and as she turns around, I see some tribal tramp stamp on her back. Even though I can’t see her eyes at this distance, I know that they are a striking shade of green.

“I’m sorry, man. We were trying to get you out of here, before she came back up on stage. Apparently she was in a long private dance while you were out here earlier.” Rob continues to drone on, but I am distracted by the fact that my sister is on the stage stripping.

I haven’t seen my sister for almost a year. Her and my parents got into a huge fight when she got that tattoo and she left. The only time we had heard from her, was when she sent me a birthday card with $100 in it. Probably the hundred I just gave Amber.

And now here she was, dropping her top for all to see. I was mesmerized. I had always known my sister was hot, but had never really considered her in a sexual way till now.

“Come on, man. This night is blown.” Rob is still trying to get me out of here, but my feet are rooted, and won’t budge. “Everyone is waiting.”

“Sorry, man. I haven’t seen my sister in more than a year. I have to talk to her. You go on without me. I’ll take a cab if I can’t talk her into giving me a ride.”

“Are you sure?” Rob gives me a strange look, but I convince him to go.

By the time I get seated again, her dance is over. She begins to wind her way through the crowd, then stops as she spies me. I smile at her, but there is only fear in her beautiful green eyes.

She rushes up to me, and demands, “What are you doing here? Do mom and dad know you are here?”

“No, they don’t know I’m here! Mom would faint is she found out, and dad would kill me! You know how religious they are. What are YOU doing here?”

“I… I work here. It pays the bills and school.”

One of the bouncers walks up to us, “Is everything alright, Geo?” The man is huge, and I have no doubt could kick my ass without breaking a sweat.

“Huh? Oh, yeah. Everything is fine, Brent. We were just discussing a private dance.”

My sister, Jazmine Geo (Everyone pronounces it Jazmine Joe, but I always called her Geo) pulls me back into one of the private rooms. I’m somewhat embarrassed to realize it is the same one Amber and I had been in.

“I’m sorry, John. We are not allowed to just stand around and talk. Back here we can talk. There is only one problem.” She points to a camera in the corner I hadn’t noticed earlier. My face went flame red as I remembered what I had been doing in this room not that long ago, and now I knew it had all been caught on tape.

Geo must have misunderstood my reaction. “I know, it’s not what I would prefer either, but I am going to have to perform in here. We can talk while I do. You can’t tell our parents!”

As she says this, she gets behind the divider, and begins to sway and move to the music that is coming from the overhead speakers.

“The cameras can’t hear us?” I ask.

“No, they are for video only. We have some high ranking people come through, and they don’t want their conversations taped.” I decide not to point out the obvious incongruity of them being okay with being seen but not heard. “Look, are you going to tell them or not?”

My sister had stopped dancing as she asked me again. Thinking fast, I pulled out a twenty, and verifying it was a twenty this time, laid it out. “You’d better keep dancing so they don’t suspect,” I said, indicating the camera.

She looked at the money lying in front of her and glared at me. “You realize that means I have to come around now, right?”

Oh, shit! I hadn’t thought of that. I had only intended to keep up the ruse that this was a normal private session. I just shrug, and drop my head. What can I say?

Geo steps around the plexi glass, and placing her hand just under my chin, lifts my face to look at hers. “Put your hands only where I place them, understand?”

I just nod in embarrassment. She closes her eyes, and begin to really sway and move to the music. The way her hips move, and how she moves her hands along her body probably would have had me hard in no time despite her being my sister, if it hadn’t been for my earlier session in this room with Amber.

Watching her was forming a lump in my throat, and I had to clear it. Geo opened her eyes, and after grimacing at the camera, came over and straddled me on the couch. “You’re really enjoying this, aren’t you?” She whispers in my ear. I try to stammer that I hadn’t meant my throat clearing for this, but my throat locks up as she begins to move her hips, and I immediately begin to get hard. “Why won’t you answer me, if you are going to tell our parents or not?”

The combination of her movements, and whispering in my ear are starting to have a profound effect on me, but I still can’t speak. My sister is seriously turning me on, and I’m enjoying the hell out of it. What kind of sick pervert am I?

She reaches behind her and I feel her top fall between us. She stands and turns away, before unzipping the side of her skirt, and letting it fall to the floor, leaving her only in her panties. Turning back around, she is covering her breasts with her hands, but my eyes are riveted to a dark spot on her panties. Apparently I’m not the only one enjoying this. Before I can think better of it, the words escape my mouth. “Why don’t we see if you can convince me not to tell?”

The glare returned to her eyes for only a moment, before turning into a wicked grin. “Deal! But you have to promise to tell no one!”

I can only nod my head. Geo walks back over to me, then turns around and sits in my lap. My hands want to wrap around her, but I remember the rules, and keep them to my sides. Her left hand reaches back behind my neck, as her right grabs mine. Her back is plastered to me as she sways and moves. She brings my hand to her hip, and then slowly starts to drag it up her body. My hand reaches her breast, and there she leaves it. I moan as I begin to fondle her breast and pinch her nipple. She gasps, and turns her head while using her other had to draw my neck closer to her. She begins to bite and nibble as she moves.

Figuring that since she moved my right hand along her side, my left could be in the same places, I move it to her thigh and begin to squeeze. My right hand moves to her other breast, and I begin to pinch and twist that nipple. She gasps loudly, and grabs my hand, almost ripping it off as she moves it to her panty covered pussy. I can feel her protruding lips through the cloth, and quickly figure out where her clit is. She moans, and begins to grind herself against my hands as I play with her. Her head leans forward, and I can’t help but take advantage of her available neck. I hunch forward, as I kiss and nibble the back of her soft neck. She too tastes like peppermint, and I wonder if all the girls here use the same body spray.

Her panties are getting annoying, and without asking for permission, I pull them to the side, and begin to finger her soaking wet pussy. A scream resounds in the room as she cums on my finger. When she finally calms down, she grabs my wet hand and brings it to her mouth, slowly licking it clean. This sends me over the edge, and for the second time that night, I came in my pants.

Geo’s head rests on my shoulder, then she quickly turns and gives me a peck on the cheek. “So, little brother, do we have an agreement? No telling our parents?”

I gave her breast one more squeeze before saying, “I won’t tell. But I have a favor to ask?”

“Absolutely not! What we did was bad enough, but I will not go THERE with my own brother!” I stare at her confused as she gets up and begins dressing. It takes me a moment to figure out what she is talking about.

“Whoa, wait. I didn’t mean sex! I need a ride home. My friends left, and I’d rather not take a cab that far. If you don’t want to, I understand, but…”

“Well, how cute. What happened to the man who demanded I convince him a moment ago? He was replaced by this cute little boy.” She smiles and plays with the small growth on my chin.

Anger rises at her attitude, and I say, “Okay, you will give me a ride when you get off, or else.”

A smile splits her face as she responds, “Or else what, dear brother? You already agreed not to tell our parents?” She arches an eyebrow at me, and I fear I have gone too far. “Oh, don’t worry. I’ll give you a ride when I get off. I carpooled here with Amber and Dixie, but after we drop them off, I’ll take you.”

I spent the rest of the evening sitting in the back of the main room, watching the dancers. I found out Dixie was the bartender. She was a cute petite brunette, and I wondered why she didn’t dance. I found out on the ride to my sister’s place. Apparently the three women shared rent together in a nice four bedroom condo.

“I have to be working there for a couple months, before they will let me dance. Also, I don’t think I’m good enough yet.”

“Don’t listen to her.” Amber piped up from the front seat. “She’s almost as good as Geo here, and better than me. She just needs to be more comfortable with herself.”

Dixie blushed beside me, and of course, my shyness kicked in, and I didn’t know what to say.

We arrived at my sister’s place, and I jumped into the front seat, expecting my sister to take me home.

“Oh, you’re not coming up for drinks?” Dixie asked.

“He’s too young,” my sister answered for me.

“So?” Amber shot back, and before anything else could be said, I jumped out, and started following the two beautiful women to the place. my sister bringing up the rear.

Walking into my sister’s place was a bit of a shock. They were setup pretty nice. With a large flat screen tv on the wall, plush couches, glass tables, the works. I couldn’t imagine what rent must be like, even split among the three of them.

“What do you want to drink?” Amber asked from the kitchen.

“Nothing too strong for him, he’s just a kid.” Geo said right behind me.

“You didn’t think I was such a little kid a little while ago,” I whisper back at her, a little miffed that she keeps trying to make decisions for me.

Whatever she was about to say in return she cut off as Amber walked in with a few drinks. “This one is for you,” she said with a wink, before handing Geo hers.

“Where’s mine?” Dixie asked as she came out of her room. My jaw nearly hit the floor. She had changed into a spaghetti strap pink top, without a bra, and her belly was showing. She had on matching pink pajama bottoms.

“Yours is still in the kitchen. I only have two hands.” While Dixie went to go get her drink, Amber and my sister walked back to their respective rooms.

Dixie invited me to sit next to her on the couch, and I quickly obliged.

“So, are you going to drink that, or just hold it all night?” Dixie smirked.

I had completely forgotten about the drink in my hand. I quickly took a gulp. I began to splutter as it hit the back of my throat and burned. The taste had been sweet, but the aftereffects not so much.

“Now, now. Don’t waste any of it!” Dixie admonished. She grabbed a handkerchief and began patting me down. I jumped when she started patting my crotch, but she just smiled at me, and kept going.

“What do you think you are doing to my brother, Dixie?”

“He made a mess, and I was taking care of it.”

I about made another mess as I saw my sister and Amber. Amber had on a very tight, almost see-thru top and lacy bra that left nothing to the imagination. She had on tight daisy duke pajama bottoms, and nothing more. My sister was completely opposite, wearing a loose fitting v-neck sweater, and sweat pants. Despite wearing the most clothes, she was somehow the most alluring.

“If you take care of it too much more, you’re going to have another mess to clean up,” Amber retorted.

“So John, Jaz told me you just graduated. What do you plan on doing now?” We talked for awhile about school, and I found out that Dixie was studying to be a nurse, Amber wanted to be an accountant, and Geo hadn’t made up her mind yet, only taking generals. I had a couple more drinks, and was really beginning to feel a nice buzz, when Geo pulled out a blunt and to my surprise, lit it and started taking hits off of it.

“What are you doing, Geo?” I nearly screamed. “That stuff will kill you!”

For some reason this made her laugh. “Calm down little brother. The only way this is going to kill me is if you tell our parents, or if I try to drive. I don’t plan on driving anywhere anymore, so relax.”

“What about taking me home?” I demanded.

“It’s three in the morning. I’ll take you home when we get up. You can sleep in the spare room.”

This mollified me somewhat, and I began to relax. Geo passed the blunt around, and when it came to me, I broke down to everyone’s pressure, and took a puff. I began coughing immediately, and the three women laughed even more.

I passed the blunt back to Geo, and asked, “So you must make good money, dancing.”

“It’s called stripping, John,” Amber said matter-of-factly, “and your sister is the best in three counties. Dixie, here is really good too.”

“Oh, yeah?” I said, really comfortable with everything going on. “I’d like to see that.”

Dixie tried to argue that she wasn’t that good, but Amber was already up and starting some music. Dixie reluctantly got up and started swaying and moving to the music, removing her clothing. She had slightly bigger breasts than Amber, but smaller than my sister’s. Her pussy was clean shaven, except for a landing strip. When she was done, I complimented her, and told her she really was good. To my surprise, she remained naked, and just sat back down next to me.

“Your sister is the real treat to watch,” Dixie said, still blushing from her dance.

“That’s right! You’ve had a dance from two of us, but haven’t really seen Jaz go, have you John?” I about said that I had indeed seen her, but at the look she gave me, I remembered that I wasn’t supposed to tell anyone about what happened earlier.

“Umm, n-no, I haven’t.” I stammered out lamely.

“He is so cute, Jaz. Why have you been hiding him from us all this time?” My sister just shook her head, and took another hit off the joint. “Okay, Jaz, your turn. Show him why you are the best.”

“I don’t know.” Geo replied, and I felt a bit of a letdown. Sure she is my sister, but I had really enjoyed our previous session, and even though I knew nothing would happen with her friends here, i couldn’t help thinking…

“Go on!” Dixie announced. “We are all friends here. No one is going to tell that you gave a lap dance to your brother.”

I could have kissed Dixie right then, but settled for squeezing her leg. When I tried to pull my hand away, she grabbed it, and put it back, just above the knee.

“Oh, fine! Little brother, are you ready to have your mind blown?” She quickly downed her drink, and took a huge hit off the joint, before getting up and stating her dance.

Her dance was similar to what she had done before, gyrating, and moving her hands all over her body. Dixie kept squeezing my hand, and I relaxed, allowing my hand to ride up her leg a little bit. But the time the first song was over, Geo was completely naked, and I could see that she was clean shaven.

Dixie passed the joint to me, and I took another hit, holding it in better. Another song started, and instead of sitting down, my sexy sister started to dance some more. Whether it was from the alcohol and drugs, or the fact that there were two naked women in the room (one of which I was touching), I was starting to get really horny. I glanced at Dixie, and noticed that she was playing with her right breast. A quick look to Amber showed she was getting in the mood too, as her hands lightly roamed all over her body.

“Watch your sister, not us,” Dixie whispered in my ear, startling me as her lips brushed my cheek.

I looked back to my sister to see that she was squeezing one breast in time to the music, and she was moving her pussy against her hand. My sister was masturbating in front of me!

A gasp on my right brought my attention back to Dixie, and I realized I was playing with her pussy. When did that happen? Seeing that she didn’t seem tom mind, I went back to watching Geo. She now had one finger buried deep in her pussy, and rolling one nipple between her fingers. Her eyes were open, and staring straight at me. There was an undeniable hunger in them, as she licked her lips. I glanced over to Amber and almost giggled as I noticed she had both hands down her pants. Suddenly she stood up, and removed all her clothing, and then went back to playing with herself.

I looked back to my sister, and saw that she was staring at the obvious bulge in my pants. She took a couple steps towards me, and the music stopped, seeming to break the spell we were under. Dixie moved my hand away from her crotch, cleaned my fingers with her lips, then set my hand back on her thigh. “Thank you,” she whispered. Geo came back over and sat on the other side on me.

Only Amber kept going. “I’m cumming, I’m cumming, OOOH, I’M CUMMING!” she screamed, and collapsed back into her chair.

“See, we told you your sister was good,” Dixie said.

“My only question,” piped up Amber as she opened her eyes, “is why are we all naked, and you still fully dressed, John?”

“Well, I… Uh…” I stammered, then was tacked by all three women, and summarily stripped.

Geo was the one to get my pants off. As soon as my cock sprang free, she nearly screamed. “Oh, fuck! Is that what you were hiding in there earlier? It’s huge!”

“What do you mean, ‘Earlier’?” Amber asked, a sneaky suspicion in her eyes.

“Um, I don’t know what you mean?” Geo replied, unconvincingly.

“What really happened in that private room between you two?” Amber wasn’t going to give this up.

“I danced for him, as we talked about him not telling our parents is all. Like you said. I’m good, and he must have reacted to my skills. Nothing more!” This time she sounded more convincing.

“I doubt that. When I danced for him, he didn’t start getting hard till I touched him… Hmm.” The joint was passed to Amber, and she seemed to forget about her line of questioning. “You really are well equipped, John. Me and your sister have been working on a dance together. Do you want to see?”

“No!” My sister nearly yelled, startling us. “You know how I get after that number.” For some reason she glanced over at me.

“Yes I do, and I don’t think we will let anything happen that isn’t wanted. Here, take another hit.”

Geo took another hit, while Amber changed the music. This time it was a slow song, and the two beautiful women began to slowly dance towards each other. As they came together, my sister turned her back to Amber and sensuously slid along her body. Amber’s hands lightly caressed Geo’s body, and I could see goose bumps forming.

“I can tell you like watching them,” a whisper sounded at my ear. “I wonder if it is Amber, or Jaz that turns you on more?” I turned to answer, but whatever I was about to say flew from my head as Dixie’s lips met mine, and her hand found my turgid cock.

I kissed her back with passion, as her hand gripped me. She broke the kiss with a gasp, saying, “I need to breath. Oh my!”

I turned to see what the exclamation was about.

Holy shit! Amber had her head between my sister’s legs and was eagerly munching her box. I don’t know if this was part of the act, or not, but I nearly shot my load into Dixie’s strangling grip. Once again, my sister’s eyes were locked on my cock, licking her lips.

“They don’t usually do that, unless they are really turned on.” I felt a nibble on my ear, but I couldn’t turn my head away from what was happening on the floor. I did slide my hand up, and began playing with Dixie’s sopping wet pussy. “Guess I won’t be getting many more kisses while they’re doing that.”

I barely heard what Dixie said, but when her hand was replaced by a warm wetness, I quickly paid more attention. I was getting my first blowjob! And my sister was watching. This was all too much for me, and I began shooting my load down Dixie’s throat. She did her best to take it, but even after two others today, this one was mind blowing.

“Wow, that quick, huh? Normally I prefer a bit more warning, but I guess I did good.” Dixie smiled at me, and I smiled back, embarrassed. She had a small bit on her chin, but she found it and sucked it in.

Amber and my sister moved into a 69 position, and I realized that I owed Dixie. I returned to kissing her, and then began working my way down her neck, between her breasts, along her stomach, and finally reached her pussy. She was sitting on the edge of the couch, and I was on my knees on the floor. I had never gone down on a girl before, and her scent was intoxicating. Thinking about how this part of a woman is sometimes called her nether-lips, I decided to just start making out with her pussy. “Mmm, that feels nice, but you’re new to this, aren’t you?”

My face must have been beet red. “It’s okay. Don’t be embarrassed. I’ll tell you what to do.” Dixie then began to give me instructions on how to move my tongue, where to apply pressure, where to suck, and even where to nibble. Pretty soon her hands were locked on the back of my head, and my mouth was getting flooded with her wonderful nectar.

By this point I was hard again, and thinking it was time for my first fuck, but she hadn’t let go of my head yet. Deciding that this wasn’t so bad for now, I continued tasting this beautiful woman. My cock was engulfed in another wet warmness, that I immediately recognized as a blowjob. Odd, how quickly that sensation is recognized. I tried to see who it was, but the hands on the back of my head refused to let up. Dixie came again, flooding my mouth, and I used the opportunity to pull away.

What I saw when I looked down, nearly made yelp. My beautiful sister–my wonderful older sister had her lips locked around my cock. She looked up at me, and with a pop, my cock left her mouth. “Sorry, little bro, but with a cock like yours, I just had to get a taste. Yum!” And with that she went back to sucking and licking me so vehemently, I began to wonder if she had become possessed. I groaned as I flopped back on the floor, and my sister stayed with me the whole time.

I looked up, and saw that Amber now had her head between Dixie’s legs, bringing her to yet another orgasm. Seeing this, a thought occurred to me. I sat up, and whispered in my sister’s ear. She grinned around my pole and quickly rotated her body around, and sat on my face.

I couldn’t believe it. My sister’s pussy was mere inches from my nose, and her lips were locked around my pecker. Growing up under the strictly religious supervision of our parents, I never would have imagined a night like this!

I lifted my head just a little bit, and touched the tip of my tongue to her clit. Her hips shot down, and I was thankful that we were on a carpeted floor, as my head hit it. I began to use every trick that Dixie had taught me. It took a little longer, but I soon tasted my first sister orgasm.

My sister got up, and I was disappointed for a moment, until I saw what she was going to do. “Sis, no! That’s incest! What we’ve done is bad enough, but we can’t do THAT!” I tried to protest, but I didn’t move as she slowly positioned herself over me.

She looked me in the eyes, and I was mesmerized. She began to rub the tip of my dick along her wet slit, and I couldn’t hold back a moan of purest pleasure. “Listen. I need dick, and I need it now.” As she talked she continued to rub me against her, slowly picking up the pace. “Now you are the only one here with what I need. If you don’t give it to me, I will go find someone who will. But I’ll be honest… The fact that it is your monster cock that is poised to split me has me a little more than turned on. If you tell me no, I’ll get up and walk away.” She stopped her movements, and locked eyes with me. “So what is it going to be?”

Without thinking, in fact, before I even had a chance for thought to enter my drugged and inebriated mind, my body acted. My hips thrust up, impaling my sister in on foul stroke. Part of my mind began screaming that this was a sin, but it was soon drowned out by my sister’s cries of passion and lust.

“Oh, yes! Fuck me little brother! Fuck me like only a man with your cock can fuck me! Fuck me like only a loving little brother can! Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck!”

I reached my right hand down to where me and my sister were joined, and began to play with her clit. Her pussy clamped down on me, and this time I was the one yelling. “Fuck me, sister! Oh, I love the way your pussy feels. Fuck, me! I never knew it could feel this good! Oh, I am about to cum!”

“Yes! Cum in me little bro. Shoot your hot load deep into your sister. I want to feel your seed finding its way deep inside me.”

Hearing these words, the world went white as I had the biggest orgasm of my life. I was vaguely aware of my sister screaming that she was cumming too, before she collapsed on my chest.

“I’m so sorry,” I blurted, realizing what I’d done. “I should have pulled out. Now we’re going to have gross children, and be cast out everywhere we go.”

“Hey, calm down,” my sister whispered in my ear. “I’m on the pill.” And before I could say or think anything else, she kissed me long and hard. Only breaking the kiss long enough to look at me, and say, “My lover.”

To be continued?

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Madison thought her summer internship at the law firm was going to be a “free ride”. She should have checked the fine-print.

Steaming coffee in one hand and a warm cream cheese bagel in the other, I carefully backed against the large glass door to the reception area and pushed it open with my rear. I stepped through, the pneumatic closer offering up a mechanical hiss to pull it shut after I entered.

‘Hey Maddie, you’re late,” Sheila observed, looking up from her stack of paperwork. “She’s already called to ask about you.” I glanced at the glow of the digital clock on her receptionist desk. 8:02, it displayed in nonnegotiable terms — two unforgivable minutes overdue. I gave her a pleading gaze with my large brown eyes, knowing in my heart that she was powerless to help.

“She’s in a state this morning,” Sheila warned sympathetically. “The new girl from Accounting has been in there for almost an hour, and it sounds like she’s getting torn a new one.”

As if to punctuate the point, the heavy oak door to the inner office of the CEO was pulled open and a petite, redheaded girl rushed out, looking disheveled. Head down, unable to meet our eyes, she sniffed and wiped a tear from her cheek as she hurried by, leaving a black streak of eye liner across her cheek. High heels clacked a receding rhythm on the tile floor as she rapidly made her way to the glass door of the receptionist office. A sob escaped her lips as she fled into the hallway. The pneumatic closer hissed, drawing the door shut once more.

“Your turn,” Sheila offered quietly, gesturing with her hand towards the open office door of the proverbial lion’s den. I nervously swallowed and then attempted to paste a strained smile onto my expression as I approached the office of the CEO.

Ms. Booker, CEO, brushed her shoulder-length black hair back over one ear as she shot a subtle look at the large clock on the wall as I entered. It was all the chastisement that was needed as the minute hand crept its way towards the three-minutes-after-the-hour mark. I padded my way across the plush Oriental rug, choking back the urge to offer an apology for my delay, knowing it would only further inflame the issue.

The happily-divorced woman executive simply didn’t have the patience for delays. In her mid-thirties, she was young for the position of CEO in a large legal firm. But she ran her business with the same driving zeal as the rest of her life, dividing her waking hours between long days at the office, hard workouts at the gym, and the remaining fragments of the day spent with her two daughters.

I set the coffee and bagel down on the desk, careful to avoid a spill. “They were out of strawberry cream cheese, so I had to get you raspberry,” I explained. Ms. Booker favored the bagel with a disapproving look, but said nothing. She lifted the coffee cup and took an experimental sip of her morning brew. Her lips pursed into a sour expression as she set the cup back down with a hint of irritation. “Remind me, Madison, how do I take my coffee?” she inquired in a conversational tone.

My heart sank, realizing I had forgotten to add the required amount of sugar. “Sweet as a cheerleader, and twice as creamy,” I recited her desired formula from memory in a hushed voice. Ms. Booker fixed me with a piercing look and then retrieved a pair of sugar packets from her desk. As she made the necessary correction to her cup of java, my eyes were drawn to a familiar looking document on her desk. It was my first draft of the legal analysis of the Carson merger. The work was a tall order for a first-year intern like myself, and apparently my efforts had failed to measure up. The top sheet was a bloodbath of red ink, promising additional carnage on the following pages. I found myself wishing I could do a complete restart of the morning.

Ms. Booker slid the report across the desk to me with a light push. “I’ll need that revised by the end of the day,” she instructed.

I nodded and then looked down at the floor submissively. “Yes, Mother,” I responded. A shock jolted through me, instantly catching the vital breach of protocol. She slowly looked up at me with an ominous expression. Making reference to our family relationship while in the office was an offense of the highest order. As a summer intern in my mother’s law firm, I was afforded no special considerations due to our family ties. If anything, Mother tended to set the bar of approval several notches higher for me than the already demanding performance levels required of the rest of the staff.

I trembled, feeling a heavy fog of silent tension hanging in the air as she stood up from her desk and crossed the office. The woman moved with the graceful ease of a cougar on the prowl, hips rolling sensuously in her tight black business pants. A subtle creak of hinges told me she was closing the wooden office door. The gentle metallic click of its latch into the frame causing me to flinch as if a steel-barred door of a jail cell had just slammed shut behind me. Her footsteps treaded lightly back across the carpet as she approached me from behind. I stood stock still, facing her desk, unwilling to turn and embrace her wrath.

“You know, Madison,” she said quietly as I felt her hands find their way lightly to my waist, “I think sometimes you purposely try to vex me. Do you? Does it excite you? Did you come here this morning wanting to be taught a lesson?”

“No, Mother… I mean, Ms. Booker… I… I would never…” I stammered in denial, feeling a nervous tremor shudder through me. A shiver raced up my spine as the tell-tale sound of a zipper could be heard. The back of my skirt split apart as the plastic teeth of the garment’s fastener disengaged from top to bottom. Fully opened, my pleated grey skirt fell away from my hips, slithering down my shapely thighs in a silky cascade to puddle around my feet.

Despite my denial, the sopping wet crotch of my tight pink panties revealed the truth — ‘Exhibit A’ in legal parlance. Mother’s fingers travelled up my inner thighs, finding the tell-tale abundance of vaginal wetness soaking through the sheer mesh of the lace. Her fingers withdrew, her hand reaching over my shoulder to bring the slimy digits into view. She rubbed her glistening fingers together, demonstrating their liberal coating of my girlish lubrication. I blushed, caught in my obvious lie.

She issued a quiet chuckle under her breath. My pulse quickened as I braced myself to hear the command I knew was coming. “Panties down, please, Madison,” she instructed. My flush of shame flared to a more intense shade of crimson, the air-conditioned office suddenly feeling uncomfortably warm. Her tone was calm, but I immediately complied without question, years of discipline causing an instinctive reaction to obey. I dragged the waistband of my underwear downward, peeling the wet panty crotch away from my steamy wet pussy as long strands of vaginal juices pulled taunt and glistened in the florescent lighting. I slid the panties to my knees, leaving them suspended between my naked legs. The scent of my moist pussy wafted around me as more undeniable evidence of my arousal. The fleshy, ruffled lips of my twat — throbbing with anticipation — unfurled further, blooming open like a rose. My heart hammered in my chest, my breathing rapid.

Her hands found their way once more to my now naked hips. Goosebumps rose on my bare skin as the tips of her fingers trailed downward, lightly raking her red, manicured nails over the rounded cheeks of my firm little ass. Her digits slid intimately into the crack of my butt, secure in the knowledge that this was territory she claimed as her own. “Oh, you chose pink today,” Mother observed casually. “How cute! It matches your panties.”

I breathed a sigh of relief, happy to have finally done something right. Mother always appreciated a well-coordinated outfit, so I made it a point to color-match my panties with my choice of butt-plug. Some sort of anal insertion was part of the mandatory dress code for all the girls at the legal firm, and Mother took a strong personal interest in the inspection process to assure compliance. Some days I found myself in the mood for a string of anal beads, but on a whim this morning, I had gone with the tastefully petite plug, adorned with a glittering faux jewel on the end. My mother’s fingers closed around the exposed end of the small anal probe, gently giving it an experimental tug. My little rectal rosebud was snugged down firmly, flexing backwards but refusing to yield its prize to such a delicate pull.

“Ummm, that… is… tight,” Mother complimented. I brushed my long blonde hair back over one ear in a flirty motion, allowing a shy smile to creep into view. Applying a more insistent force, she firmly grasped the end of the pink little butt-plug and succeeded in freeing it from my anal embrace. I stifled a small gasp of pleasure as it popped loose with a barely audible sound. The taunt little ring of my sphincter puckered back and forth and then sealed itself up securely. She set the butt-plug on the desk next to her neglected raspberry cream cheese bagel and then turned to walk across the room.

A brief sound of rummaging was heard and then the crush of soft carpet fibers under Mother’s heels revealed her return from behind. I cringed, reacting to the all-too-familiar plastic ‘pop’ of a plastic lid off a small container. The pungent smell of mint washed over me, causing my nostrils to flare. “Please, no… not that…” I begged, knowing she was already dipping two fingers into the jar of Vicks Vapo-Rub.

“Hush,” she responded in a tone that invited no further argument. With a firm hand on my upper back, she directed me into place. The sound of my rapidly-increasing pulse throbbing in my ears, I complied, leaning forward across her desk and spreading my legs as wide as the straining panties around my knees would allow. I wobbled unsteadily on my high heels, wishing I could kick them off. But Mother would never have allowed that, liking the way they accentuated the posture and firm curve of a young girl’s ass.

I choked back a mewl of protest, biting my lower lip as Mother’s fingers made intimate contact with my pussy. Already I could feel the initial effects of the Vicks — a cooling sensation on the delicate tissues of my cunt. I quivered, knowing from experience that would quickly transform to a blazing heat as the formula set to work on the hyper-sensitive nerve endings. I squirmed as she dug deep, burying two gel-coated fingers to the hilt in my twat, twisting and rubbing to ensure a uniform spread of the diabolical lotion. I hissed a sharp intake of breath as the chemical reaction began. A seething heat began to surge to a boil in the interior of my snatch. I clenched the cheeks of my ass as I felt her fingers withdraw from the velvety sleeve of my pussy. Not allowed to touch myself without Mother’s permission, I desperately wriggled my hips in a futile effort to react to the stimulation of my vaginal tissues.

My efforts were rewarded by a sharp crack of flesh on flesh as my mother’s open hand lashed out and landed a sharp blow on the naked cheek of my rump. Firm, bare skin quivered with the impact. I shrieked, a combination of surprise and actual pain. I bounced on my toes, daring to reach behind me in an attempt to rub away the lingering stinging sensation of the slap. Mother’s fingers closed around my hand, pulling it away.

A red blush of shame once again crept up my face, matching the crimson shade that now surely glowed in the outline of her hand on the creamy flesh of my taunt little rear. It was a well-established fact amongst the staff that the CEO’s office walls offered precious little privacy in the way of sound-proofing. The deeds carried out in that inner sanctum were quite routinely the topic of speculation as unusual noises filtered their way out into the adjoining hallway and legal library. I knew that any cries — be they born of complaint or enthusiasm — would be fast-spread through the efficient office rumor mill.

“You are such a squirmy little thing,” Mother observed, stepping around her desk and punching a button on her office phone. Taking advantage of the distraction, I dared to stand, reaching down and pulling my panties back up into place, hoping that my morning ordeal had come to a quick and merciful end.

The response on the phone was prompt, as expected. “Yes Ma’am?” the receptionist’s voice answered professionally over the speaker.

“Sheila, what is my first appointment this morning?”

The girl knew to have the information at her fingertips. “Nine o’clock, Ma’am, with the Denton group, in our downstairs conference room.”

“Thank you, Sheila,” Mother replied, disconnecting the call.

I turned my head, seeking out the clock on the wall. 8:15. I shuddered. Forty-five minutes of Mother’s undivided attention held almost unlimited potential for abuse and humiliation. I prayed that she might have some other pressing matters to attend to.

Mother caught my sideways glance as she approached. “Oh, don’t you worry, Madison,” she assured me. “I’m sure we’ll have plenty of time to get you sorted out before my meeting. Defeated, I resumed my position bent over her desk, grasping at the edges of the wooden top with both hands with a secure grip.

Mother once again picked up the jar of Vicks rub, scooping out another liberal glob with a pair of elegant fingers. The earlier application of the balm into the depths of my pussy was just beginning to come into its own, every nerve receptor in my juicy little twat throbbing like a live electrical wire. Mother gave a ‘tsk’ of disapproval, finding my panties pulled back up. “Madison, you continue to test me,” Mother warned. Another firm swat landed on my rear, a reward for my impertinence. This was followed by another, even more intense. I squealed in protest as my panty-clad rump jiggled in response to the punishment. I felt my pussy twitch, the Vicks continuing to work its heating magic.

With her free hand, Mother tugged my panties aside, exposing the crack of my ass to her intense scrutiny. I squirmed self-consciously, feeling the invasive nature of her stare into my most private parts as surely as any actual physical touch. My worst fears were realized as Mother’s free hand tugged at the firm cheeks of my ass, spreading my crack open. The tips of her other fingers — thick with the gelatinous coating of Vicks — zeroed in on the tightly clenched little pucker of my butthole. I flinched, feeling the incestuous touch of my mother’s digits on the soft, crinkled flesh of my rear portal. The initial cooling effect of the Vicks took hold, causing me to rise up on my toes in a futile attempt to escape the chilling sensation.

Mother paused. I could sense her patience wearing thin. I obediently settled back into position and spread my legs into a wider stance in an effort to appease her. Stimulated by the chemical reaction of the lotion — as well as my Mother’s gently probing fingertips — I felt the snug little pucker of my rectum begin to tremble. Mother’s hands tugged more insistently at my butt cheek, spreading me further. The tight ring of my anus responded, pulsing in and out in a series of muscular contractions. She took this as an open invitation, applying steadily increasing pressure. My head came up off the top of the desk with a gasp. Two stiffened fingers plunged their way into the steamy tunnel of my ass, stuffing a generous glob of Vicks in hard and deep. I hissed through my teeth, feeling the cooling action spread as Mother worked her fingers, twisting and thrusting, sheathing her twin digits full-depth in the clutching embrace of my tight little shitter.

The Vicks took hold, igniting an inferno of sensation in the incredibly tender tissues of my bowels. I howled — heedless of how the sound might carry beyond her office — clenching my ass cheeks and raising up on my toes in a uselessly desperate bid to escape the blistering sensation. Mother’s fingers slipped from my ass, leaving the little rear portal puckering frantically open and closed in a rapid series of spasms. She delicately pulled my panties back into place, giving me a soft pat on the rump as she stepped away. I whimpered, squirming as the over-stimulated nerves in both my cunt and asshole throbbed in response to the chemically fueled surges of heat. I bit my lower lip, only partially managing to choke back yet another cry. I desperately wanted the sensation to end, and yet a more primitive part of my mind rebelled, savoring the incredible sense of stimulation. But regardless of my wishes, I knew from experience that the blazing, sensual itch of the Vicks formula in my two little love tunnels was only just beginning, and could take up to an hour to fully run its course. I glanced once more at the clock. 8:17 — a scant two minutes since the last time I had checked.

Mother returned, having retrieved a familiar box from the closet in her office. She pulled back the lid, proudly displaying the contents. I saw that several new additions had been made to her collection since my last private session in her office. “You pick, Madison,” Mother offered, displaying an uncharacteristically generous state of mind.

I flashed to a mental image of a felon being allowed to personally pick the gun to be used for his own execution. With a trembling hand I reached out, fingers venturing into the box and grasping a smooth purple dildo, perhaps an inch in diameter and about five inches in length. I held up my choice with hope in my eyes. Mother laughed and I felt my misplaced optimism melt away like a spill of ice cream on a hot summer sidewalk. “Oh, Madison,” she chided with a light lilt in her voice, “how are you ever going to grow if you refuse to challenge yourself?”

She took the small purple dildo from my grasp, dropping it back in the box with a mild look of distain. She rummaged, and then proudly pulled out her choice for a replacement — a new addition to her extensive fleet. I groaned, my eyes going wide in distress as I viewed Mother’s idea of a ‘challenge’. It was a monstrous dildo, crafted of a shiny black rubber. Fourteen inches in length, it sported a huge penis-shaped head, two inches in diameter. Below that, the shaft of the cock tapered, dropping to a merciful inch or so in thickness. But that reprieve was short-lived as the size then once again began to enlarge. A series of ringed ridges, ever increasing in diameter, built their way towards the base. At its most extreme, the far end of the rubbery prick measured an alarming three inches across. A series of small bumps and soft rubbery bristles studded the length of the shaft, presumably emblazoned on the original packaging as being “for her pleasure.” I found myself doubting the truth in advertising.

“Yes, I think this will do nicely,” Mother pronounced with a satisfied tone. My vote in the matter had apparently fallen short of the ballot box. She set the cardboard container on the floor and placed the massive rubber cock down on the desk with a heavy thump, a few inches in front of my face. She stepped away, leaving the dildo and I an opportunity to get visually acquainted.

Mother’s fingers announced their presence on my hips, sneaking their way down into the elastic hem of my panties. My hips wriggled, the burning sensation of the Vicks now fully ignited on the suffering nerves within my quivering cunt and asshole. The muscles in my naked inner thighs twitched. She tugged downward on the tight little undies, peeling them off my hips and down my legs. “Step, please,” she requested as she knelt behind me. I did as requested, shifting my weight from one foot to the other and lifting my feet as she fully removed the pink, lacy undergarment. I spread my legs into a wide, accommodating stance, knowing better than to make her ask.

“Madison, my dear, you are a sloppy sight this morning,” Mother chastised. I craned my neck, turning to look back at her from my vulnerable position across her desk. Standing, she held my panties up to the light for inspection, spanning the lacy crotch open across her fingertips. Numerous pearly smears of my female wetness glistened, soaked in liberal quantity into the delicate fabric. A single shimmering droplet of my sweet girlish syrup trailed downward, swaying gently on a suspended strand before breaking off and dripping down to soak into the carpet at her feet. I wondered how many of the other office girls had offered up a similar deposit. It was clear why Mother insisted on a frequent schedule for the steam-cleaning of the expensive rug.

She brought the panties to her face, closing her eyes as she inhaled deeply. Extending her tongue, Mother gave a tentative lick into the panty crotch, seeming to find the syrupy feminine discharge to her liking. Then she applied her other hand, weaving her fingers into the panties, interlacing them around her digits to wrap her entire hand with the slippery material. She flexed her fingers, opening and closing them into a fist. Then she favored me with a charming smile. I groaned and shut my eyes, not even wanting to know what she had in mind.

Never let it be said that my mother lacked for any shortage of creative thought. She took a step closer to me from behind. Her free hand pressed down on my lower back. I submissively complied, arching my spine downward to roll my hips into a more upward orientation. My firm little rump jutted out, my moist, glistening pussy proudly on display between my open thighs. I found myself wishing that I could remove my blouse, thinking perhaps that being entirely naked might provide a more intimate ambiance. Half-clothed as I was, I couldn’t help but feel like an exposed cunt, a toy for my Mother’s amusement.

Her hand trailed slowly up my naked inner thighs, the lacy wrapping of my panties around her digits adding a delicate sensation of friction. Her fingers slid easily higher, lubricated by the steady trickle of vaginal goo that glistened on my tan, well-toned legs. Exploring digits — wrapped in lace — found my pussy, open and eager. Two fingers pressed inside, a wet squelch sounding as I took her with a grunt of animalistic pleasure. Slowly she twisted, buried to the third knuckle. Despite myself, my hips rolled gently, rocking in time with her rhythmic motion.

Her fingers withdrew. I whimpered with longing. The fingers returned — three this time — forcing their way into the sweltering depths of my twat. I clenched my teeth, feeling the strain as my Mother’s fingers stretched me. “There’s my tight little girl,” Mother cooed as I moaned.

“Do you want more, Madison?” my mother breathed, her voice taking on a slightly ragged edge. I couldn’t even understand how she could ask. My pussy was straining at its very limits, clenched down tight in a trembling grip around her three embedded digits. Panting in a state of growing distress, I knew that anything more than this would be an absolute impossibility. I nodded, squirming my hips and begging her for more.

Three fingers slipped from my cunt, the panty-wrapped digits dragging a deluge of creamy cunt butter with them in retreat. Her fingers returned, pressed together into a group, twisting back and forth as slow, inevitable progress was made on their insertion. I cried out, my breath coming in quick, desperate heaves as I felt the gateway to my vaginal slit spasm in protest at the incredible stretching sensation. Mother paused, slowly twisting. I gathered my courage and then nodded, ready to continue.

Mother’s other hand reached up, her fingers intertwining themselves gently with the long curls of my blonde hair. She pulled back, causing me to shriek in protest as she used her grip for extra leverage. I rose up on my toes, muscles in my thighs and ass clenching tightly in subconscious response. A prolonged squeal escaped my lips as stars exploded across my vision. An incredible straining sensation flared through the lips of my cunt, enhanced to an exquisite level of pain by the over-stimulated nerves enraged by the burning formula of Vicks. Suddenly there was a feeling of being cunt-punched, followed by an amazing sensation of satisfying fullness. I panted like a bitch in heat.

My mother paused, granting me a moment to stretch and adjust to the cunt-stuffing sensation. Slowly she pulled back and I felt the straining lips of my cute little twat distend outward. Then my pussy bulged, clenching down tight. I gasped. “Did… did you?” I stammered.

Mother replied with a girlish giggle of delight. “That’s right, Madison, that’s my entire fist you’re feeling.” My mind reeled in a dizzying spin. This was uncharted territory, even for my mother’s wicked imagination. Gently she twisted her arm, wrenching her panty-wrapped fist in a heavenly rotation inside my steamy twat. Then she eased herself deeper, pressing past her wrist and forcing the lips of my cunt into an obscenely stretched oval, clutching desperately at the middle of her forearm. She pulled back, a wet sucking sound filling the room as I sobbed with ecstasy. Sticky twat syrup drained in slithery rivulets down my inner thighs. She forced herself back in, deeper still, ignoring my blubbering protests that I was stuffed beyond my limit. She flexed her fingers, up in the far reaches of my fleshy vaginal folds, before closing back down into a fist and pulling back on a lengthy outstroke. The incredible sensation of burning friction in my over-stimulated snatch was nearly overwhelming. My fingers clawed at the top of her desk, skittering in mindless patterns across the polished wood. A whimper escaped me.

The retreating bulge of her hand reached the quivering embrace of my aching twat lips, causing them to flare outward as they strained to retain their grasp on Mother’s incestuous, cunt-fucking fist. I cried out, begging her to relent, but she showed no mercy. I grunted, wondering if giving birth might have a similar feeling to my mother forcibly withdrawing her clenched fist completely from my cunt. I had but scant seconds to ponder the comparison though, before she reversed her motion, thrusting her hand back into the quivering cavern of my twat and sinking herself just short of elbow deep in her daughter’s vaginal embrace. I gasped, feeling my hips begin to swivel in response. She rotated her fist, left then right, a circular grinding motion that caused an irresistible shudder to arise from deep within the far depths of my inflamed little pussy.

She pulled back and fully out, ample lubrication from my twat now glistening along the length of her arm. My vaginal lips gaped, opening easier this time as they flared to allow the passage of her fist. My pussy was an open grotto, a fleshy cavern in desperate need of filling. Mother rewarded me with a hard thrust, driving her fist in deep. My hips bucked, meeting her halfway. I felt the crook of her arm snug up tight in the crack of my ass as she buried her sensuous fist elbow-deep in my twat. The mental image sent me over the edge. I howled with lust, the fleshy folds of my profanely overstretched twat exploding into a spasm. I shrieked, mindlessly cycling my hips in a frenzy of motion, fucking myself onto my mother’s arm. The orgasmic convulsions in my snatch reached a fevered pitch and I flailed out of control. Only my mother’s fist securely embedded in my frantically clutching cunt kept me from slipping off the desk and onto the floor in a quivering heap of wrung out pleasure. Mother twisted her wrist, back and forth in a seemingly tireless motion, launching me into second orgasmic fit just as the first was beginning to fade. My sides heaving in desperation I moaned like a whore and felt a violent tremor shiver through my entire body, spreading from the core of my cunt and spreading to all extremities until even my vision began to fade to grey.

After a few moments I regained my senses, hearing only the sound of my desperate panting for breath. I felt a vague stretching sensation, realizing that it was my mother’s loving fist slipping from the cavernous fuck slot of my cunt. “Oops,” she intoned. I slowly turned my head, gazing back at her with glazed, unfocused eyes. She wore a curious expression, glancing from her bare hand, to my loins, and then back at her hand. “I think I may have lost your panties in there somewhere,” she admitted. I moaned as she slipped her hand back inside me, carefully prospecting the depths of my wrecked vaginal fuck cannel for the mysteriously missing undies. Suddenly her thoughtful expression brightened with a look of victory and she withdrew, displaying the elusive lacy pink delicates, dripping wet and limp like a sopping wash rag. I sighed with relief as a post-orgasmic shudder trembled through me, glad that I didn’t have to go digging after them myself. As Mother deposited the dripping wad of twat-soaked panties on the desk, I sank slowly to the carpet, a fit of giggles overcoming me as I curled myself into a fetal position.

Mother wasn’t having any of this self-indulgent nonsense however. “On your feet,” she commanded, her tone betraying irritation that she should even have to tell me. On unsteady legs I stood, resuming my position bent across her desk. She walked across the office, inspecting a nearby bookcase, scanning the shelves for a particular item of interest. “No…” I moaned, knowing full-well what instrument of evil dwelled in a sacred place between her reference books on law. She turned with a smile, issuing a sharp crack of leather against her lower thigh. “Please… I’m sorry. I’ll do anything…” I begged with a sob, my lower lip quivering at the sight of her dreaded riding crop.

She was unmoved by my desperate pleas for mercy. We both knew that I had purposely defied her, testing my boundaries with several minor acts of blatant carelessness or outright rebellion. I shuddered, knowing my fate was sealed. Biting my lower lip, I once again leaned forward across the desk, knowing what was expected. I reached back with both hands, grasping the firm twin cheeks of my naked ass and reluctantly spreading them wide as she approached. Mother purred with approval, moving into position. “Good girl, Madison,” she praised. A choked-back sob escaped my lips, a mixture of fear and anticipation, as I shifted my high heels on the carpet, spreading my legs into a wider stance.

The first blow was but a tease, landing with a light slap on the left cheek of my ass. I flinched, but with only the slightest little whimper. The leather tip of the crop tapped a series of slow, light touches on my naked skin, as if both it and my Mother were pondering their next move. I twitched in response to each of the gentle contacts, anticipation building to an unbearable level of tension. An emotional sob issued from my lips as tears of expectation began to well up in my eyes.

The second lash struck, hard and true, her skillful hand expertly landing the supple leather tip of the riding crop with a wet splat directly on the hyper-sensitive flesh of my puckered little anus. I shrieked a yowl of anguish that surely echoed throughout every hall and office in the building. Fireworks exploded across my vision at the staggering sensation of pain. “Oh my god!” I gasped, blubbering in the brief respite that followed, feeling myself desperately short of breath. I could sense the blazing red welt of tormented flesh rise, throbbing angrily, stopped just short of drawing actual blood. Another aborted sob of dismay escaped my lips, but I dutifully I wriggled my naked hips, gaining a firm grip on the cheeks of my rump and spreading myself wider, as I knew I must.

“Spread your pussy for me, Madison,” Mother requested. Tears trailed down my cheeks. I sniffed with self-pity and then dutifully lowered my fingers into position on either side of my pulsating vaginal mound. Pressing my fingers into the soft pale flesh surrounding my cunt, I eased myself open, trembling as I felt my tender little twat gape. The riding crop announced its motion with a soft whistle, cutting wickedly through the air before savagely biting the leather tip into the exposed interior tissues of my snatch. A mist of wet spray erupted, my dewy female juices splattering in a rain of small droplets from under the stinging impact. Another lash quickly followed, choking back my scream into a strangled gurgle of mind-numbing pain. I squirmed, pulling my pussy open wider, rolling my hips upward to present myself in a more favorable position.

A well aimed whipping motion of Mother’s wrist slashed the riding crop down hard, unyielding leather finding purchase on the delicate and inflamed tissues of my clit. Agony and ecstasy swirled in a raging vortex as my prolonged wail seemed to rattle the artistic decorations on the walls. My clit swelled, throbbing in excruciating pain. I bucked my hips, once, twice, waiting for that next lash to strike. A tremor shuddered through the farthest reaches of my pussy, just the initial glowing embers of a potential orgasm.

Mother paused, surely wearing a bemused expression on her face at my shameless antics. Gasping for breath, I blubbered, a trail of drool trailing downward from my slack and open lips. As the delay extended, I collapsed on the desk, relieved that Mother’s need for corporal discipline appeared to have run its course.

The leather crop cut through the air again, favoring my tender little anus with another blossoming welt. I shrieked, the tender ring of my rectum puckering open and closed in rapid spasms as the flesh tingled in anguish. I groaned, my fingers sliding instinctively upward from my pussy to spread the cheeks of my ass open in wider invitation. Another twitch of woven leather whip rewarded me with yet another emerging welt, precision placed just inside the gaping rim of my wrinkled anal orifice. I hissed a sharp intake of air through clenched teeth, feeling a shiver race up my spine. I squirmed eagerly, the muscles in my inner thighs rippling with anticipation as the staggering pain transformed itself into the pent up energy of a still restrained orgasm. Just one more lash would do it… Mother still held back, letting the anticipation build to a nervous tension. I purred with appreciation at her sense of theater and timing, holding my ass cheeks open wide.

But after a prolonged and apprehensive moment, the next stroke of the riding crop still failed to deliver. Confused, anxious, I dared to lift my head and turn my gaze behind me to investigate. I whimpered, feeling the brink of my promising orgasm begin to falter. With wide eyes I looked back at Mother, pleading silently for satisfaction.

But she had discarded the riding crop and was occupied with strapping herself into a familiar looking harness. Wide black nylon straps cinched tightly around her toned upper thighs, blending almost seamlessly over her dark business pants. A stout buckle secured another strap around her waist, completing the ensemble. A flexible rubber pad covered her crotch, sporting a sturdy plastic prong shaped in a series of barbs. I smiled, knowing that plastic shaft mated to a matching hole in the back of each of my mother’s myriad of dildos, offering complete interchangeability on a whim. With a whimper of anticipation I reached with fumbling fingers to eagerly grasp the huge black dildo from the desk top. Wordlessly I handed the monstrous prick back behind me, allowing it to slip from my grasp as Mother took possession. A subtle squeaking sound betrayed the plastic prong of the harness being securely fitted into the back of the rubbery prick, locking the two firmly together.

Mother approached the desk, the massive rubber prick bobbing horizontally from her loins, in a slow, steady rhythm, ominously thick and heavy. My breathing came in short, eager gasps, waiting for that first touch of intimate contact. My eyes went wide, seeing my mother once again reach for the dreaded jar of Vicks and retrieve an oozing glob of the wicked substance on her fingers. She liberally coated the entire shaft of the ponderous rubber prick, adding yet another generous dollop when the initial application spread a bit too thin.

Then — the gigantic black dildo glistening with a thick coating of the gel — she stepped into place behind me. I had no preconceived notions of her intended target, but had to admit to a trembling shudder of lustful eagerness as I felt the huge slippery cock knob fit itself perfectly into the cute little dimple of my butthole. Mother fisted the shaft of the cock, steadily increasing the pressure. I gripped the sides of the wooden desktop with both hands, my knuckles turning white with the strain.

Mother pushed and I gritted my teeth, feeling my tight little anus offer valiant resistance. Again I dared to indulge in a minor bit of rebellious behavior, clenching my muscular little sphincter down tight, resisting her insertion. The rubbery dildo bent in the middle, straining. Her hips bucked forward as the shimmering round tip slipped free of the dimple of my ass, riding up the cleft of my rump cheeks and onto my lower back. I savored the minor victory, knowing Mother did not care for being thwarted. She stepped back into position behind me, pressing one hand down on my lower back as she fisted the massive cock with the other. I knew there would be no escape this time. She maneuvered the rounded nose of the prick once more against the sweet little pucker of my anus.

I clenched again, but this time Mother was wise to my antics. She thrust hard, lunging forward with her hips. I squealed, feeling my tightly clenched anal ring forcibly pried open by the rapidly flaring girth of the huge cock knob. It would have gone much easier on me had I simply been compliant. Tears trailed down my cheeks as my tortured little anus yielded to the irresistible force. I took her with a grunt, feeling the widest part of the rubbery cock head plow past my quivering anal ring and seat itself firmly in my ass. My puckered little rectal rosebud quivered and then sealed itself down in a loving embrace, hugging the narrowed portion of the cock shaft just below the flare of the tip.

I squeezed down with the muscles in my bowels, instinctively trying to expel the invasive head of the rubbery prick. My snug little anus flared, appearing to make progress as Mother was distracted, adjusting her stance. Then, with a lunge of her hips, several inches of the black, Vicks-coated shaft were thrust hard into my ass. I howled in protest, trying to squirm away from her. Mother forcibly pressed down on my lower back, pinning me to the desk. I whimpered in submission, feeling my hips roll sensuously of their own volition.

Mother stroked back as I clenched my jaw, feeling the intense burning friction erupt inside my ass. My taunt little ass ring strained as the rubbery cock knob threatened to withdraw. A powerful lunge of her hips hammered nearly half the length of the monstrous cock back into my ass. I wailed in protest, feeling my bowels stretched to the limits as the flaring girth of the prick made its true dimensions known. “Please… no more,” I begged. Mother laughed, drawing back again in preparation for another ass-plundering stroke. Her muscles tensed, the vibrations transmitted down the length of the rubber shaft to transmit though the bulbous tip of the cock still lodged inside my butt.

A prolonged squeal burst from my lips as Mother gave a powerful lunge. The rubbery knob of her strap-on prick plowed into new territory in the depths of my colon as my tight little rectal portal stretched obscenely around the ever-increasing taper of the cock shaft. Panting with desperation, I knew for certain that I had taken every last inch of the massive cock, and that the worst was surely over. Mother stroked back and then surged forward, proving me wrong as several additional inches of her thundering dildo bored into previously virgin depths of my bowels. The ring of my sphincter puckered in a frantic spasm, desperate to somehow escape the impossible stretching it was experiencing.

I felt the massive cock pull back, breathing a shuddering sigh of relief as the incredible girth diminished along its retreating length. Both of Mother’s hands grasped firmly onto my hips and I whimpered in anticipation. The breath was knocked from my lungs as Mother thrust, powerful gym-toned muscles in her body working in conjunction to once more spike the rubber cock deep into the steamy depths of my quivering rectal fuck tunnel. I felt her weight on top of me, resting on my back as she panted in the aftermath of her effort. I felt the tickle of the fabric of her business pants in the crack of my ass and I knew that she was finally fully hilted. I moaned, lovingly grinding my rump against her loins, feeling the rounded cheeks of my naked ass pressed flat against her. The timing of my ragged breathing matched to hers, our bodies synchronizing, seeming to merge into a single ass-fucking creature.

I jerked in shock as the phone on the desk suddenly buzzed, a red light on its panel beginning to blink in a slow, steady rhythm. Mother looked up. “Could you get that for me, Madison?” she requested calmly. With clumsy fingers I clutched my way across the desktop, nervously knocking her cream cheese bagel to the floor as the phone buzzed insistently for the second time. My fingers fumbled across the number pad, finally finding and stabbing awkwardly once, and then again, at the blinking red button. “Yes, Sheila?” Mother inquired as my fingertip finally completed this complicated feat of manual dexterity.

“Your nine o’clock is here,” Sheila reported over the speaker in a courteous voice. The girl was a wonder of professional decorum. I knew without a doubt that every painful shriek and howl of lust from my lips had found its way into her reception area. Her tone of voice indicated not a hint of anything amiss.

“Ah, yes, of course. Thank you,” Mother replied. Please inform them that I’ll meet them down in the conference room in a few minutes.”

“Yes Ma’am,” her receptionist replied.

“Oh and Sheila…”

“Ma’am?”

“Could you please step into my office? I’m going to need your assistance.”

“Absolutely Ma’am,” Sheila replied, followed by a click as the call disconnected.

Mother’s weight rose up off my back as she stood. Leaving the dildo fully embedded in my ass, she began to unbuckle the straps of the harness, first from around her thighs and then the strap around her waist. She stepped free of the contraption, leaving it dangling off the exposed base of the huge rubbery prick. My bowels trembled, clutching down tightly around the massive anal invader. Freed from the driving thrusts of my Mother’s hips, the straining muscles of my rectal fuck sleeve began to ripple, slowly setting the monstrous prick into motion. At a slug-like pace, the glistening black shaft began to ease its way out of my ass.

There was a polite tap on the office door, followed immediately by the click of the latch. I strained my head to look behind me, seeing Sheila’s face peering inside the half-open door. I should have died on the spot of embarrassment, spread out across the desk of the CEO with a massive rubber dildo buried in my ass. But Sheila was my older sister after all, and there were no secrets kept in our cozy little family. Sheila’s gaze took in my vulnerable and half-naked position across the desk, but her expression remained politely neutral. The strap-on cock shaft eased another few inches out of my ass, beginning to droop as half its length was now exposed.

Mother adjusted her clothing, tucking an untidy corner of her blouse into her pants and restoring her tussled hair to a professional look with a couple of quick brushes of her fingers. “I have to go to that meeting,” Mother informed Sheila, “so I’m going to need you to finish up for me in here.” My sister nodded, a shy smile crossing her lips as she glanced back in my direction. The rubber prick slid further from my ass, its outward progress finally halted as the bulbous knob of the cock head snugged up tight inside my quivering rectal pucker. The mostly exposed length of the long, flexible prick now swung lazily back and forth, the nylon straps of the harness tickling the backs of my calves with each gentle caress.

Sheila stepped into position behind me, hefting the massive prick into a horizontal orientation and expertly cinching the nylon thigh straps into place as Mother gathered a few necessary papers from the file cabinet. She stepped to the doorway, turning with a last-minute thought. “Oh, Sheila, when you’re done here, could you tidy yourself up and then come down to the downstairs conference room? I suspect that Mister Denton might find you… interesting.”

“Certainly Ma’am,” Sheila agreed, presenting an eager grin.

Mother nodded with appreciation. She turned, leaving the office door open and then crossed through the reception area with sharp raps of her heels on the flooring. The clear glass door hissed closed as she disappeared down the hallway. I gave a nervous glance in that direction, realizing that the view from the busy hallway was a straight shot right into Mother’s office. Already a few people had stopped, peering though the glass at the sight that greeted them.

Sheila paid them no mind, cinching the waist band of the harness securely into place. A slow, steady thrust experimentally buried several inches of the rubber cock shaft back into my ass just as the clock on the wall quietly chimed off the nine o’clock hour. I groaned, wriggling my hips as my sister withdrew and thrust again. The day wasn’t turning out to be so bad after all…

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The next day

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Broken Bliss CH 3
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The sound of the door opening brought me awake, pulling me from a dream in which I had relived the last few moments with Lisa, my sister.

“Everything okay in here, hunny?” I hear mom’s voice. “I heard you moaning, so thought I would check up on you.”

“I’m good, mom, I Just started having another dream. Thank you.”

Mom enters my room, and by the moonlight streaming through my window I can see that she is wearing the same transparent camisole she wore the other night. My cock, already stiff from the dream, stiffens more at the site of her, causing another moan to escape my lips. She moves quickly to the side of the bed and sits down, placing her hand on my leg.

“Do you–” She pauses to swallow, “Do you need some help, again?” Her hand begins to rub up and down along my blanket covered leg, sending chills up my spine. Despite what I have done with my sister and even what my mom has done for me, I’m still nervous.

“I dunno. I think I’ll be fine, but thanks, mom. I love you.”

“Nonsense!” She yanked back the covers, revealing the large tent in my boxers. “See, look at that. Just give me a couple minutes, and we can have that taken care of.”

She began to tug at my boxers, and I resigned myself to her care. Lifting my hips, my boxers were soon around my ankles, and my erection in mom’s ever so talented hands. She smiled at me, as one of her hands cupped my balls, and the other one slid up and down my shaft.

“Just relax, hunny. I’ll have you taken care of in no time.” Something must have dawned on her. “Damn, I should have brought lotion in with me.” She glanced around the room, but didn’t see anything she could use for lube. “Hmm, guess I have no other choice.” Her head dropped to my lap, and suddenly I found my cock surrounded by mom’s warm, wet mouth. Her hand continued to slide along my cock, while her tongue worked wonders on the head of my penis.

“Ahhh!” I moaned loudly, overwhelmed with bliss. I’ve had a few blowjobs in my time, but none, and I mean NONE, compared to what mom was giving me now. Her head began to bob up and down, and soon I found I was in the back of her throat. She pulled up, gasping for breath, and I could see that my cock was lathered with her saliva, a large string of it still connected to her lips. Her hand went into overtime, jacking my slathered cock, and making me pant and moan in ecstasy. This was better than some sex I had had!

Her head dropped back down, and I felt that familiar churning, letting me know I was close. “Mom, I’m… I’m… About–” she must have known what I was going to say, because if it felt good before, it was fantastic now as she redoubled her efforts, bobbing, sucking, and deep-throating me.

My balls tightened, and I emptied a massive load down mom’s throat. “ahhhahhhhhhahhhhhhhhh!” I moaned loudly, unable to hold back, and thrusting my hips up into her eager, sucking mouth. Finally, exhausted, I calmed down, and watched as mom lifted her head, and looked at me. To my large surprise, she blew a cum bubble, then slurped it back up and swallowed the load. If I hadn’t already had two great orgasms tonight, I have no doubt the site of her doing that would have revived me to full mast.

“Wow, mom… Just… Just wow! You truly are the best! Thank you.” I said with heartfelt emotion.

“Not bad for your girlfriend, huh?” She asked with a wink, referring to our little date before. “I must say the taste is improving.” She gave me a peck on my cheek, and I stopped her before she left.

“Mom, are you sure there is nothing I can do to repay all you have done for me?”

“You already are, hunny. You do it with the way you treat me.” She winked and smiled, then pulled my boxers up, followed by my blankets. Giving me another peck, she turned and left the room, my eyes locked on her swaying ass.

I don’t know when it happened, but at some point I had resigned myself to this delicious incestuous love.

* * *

I awoke bright and chipper as the sun came up. Not usually a morning person, I was surprised to wake in such a good mood, until the events of last night played through my head. I whistled a tune as I walked from my room, and saw Lisa sitting at the table. When she looked up at me, I winked and gave her my best smile, and laughed as she actually blushed. Who had seduced who last night?

Without saying a word to me, Lisa got up and poured a bowl for me. “How are you feeling this morning?” I whispered as I sat next to her.

“I’m really sore, but don’t you dare apologize.” She finally looked at me, and there was no mistaking the determination in her eyes. “I don’t regret any of it.”

I kept smiling at her. “Nor do I, sister. Nor do I.”

I sat contentedly while Lisa fed me, and then watched TV while she finished getting ready. Just as she was heading out the door, I gave her a passionate kiss, and bid her a good day.

Mom was just walking out of her room yawning, but still wearing the see-thru camisole, as I sat back down at the TV.

“Is there anything you want to do today, hunny?” She asked as soon as she spotted me.

“Oh, you know…” I said jokingly with a wink, and overtly checked out her body. She smiled and posed for me, and there was no way I could deny that mom was HOT!

“Is your sister gone?” She asked, walking over to me. I nodded, and she began pulling down my shorts.

There was a knock on the door, and mom jumped up, and backed away. I shuffled my hips to get my shorts back on, and by the time I did, mom had grabbed a bathrobe, and wound it around her sexy frame. “Who could that be?” I wondered, and we both went to answer the door.

The woman on the other side was a very attractive redhead, and by the looks of her belly, ready to give birth at any moment.

“Amber!” My mom greeted her, “Come in, and take a load off. You know you really shouldn’t be walking around this late in the pregnancy!”

Amber allowed herself to be guided into the front room, where only moments before I had been about to get another great blowjob. I quickly dismissed the thought from my head as I watched amber walk. Despite her bulk, she had a smooth grace to her that was undeniable.

“Forgive me,” my mom said, flustered, “I should introduce you. Amber this is my son, Jason. Jason, this is one of John’s girlfriends that I told you about.” I was slightly shocked to hear her referred to as only ‘one of John’s girlfriends,” But Amber didn’t seem to mind, so I ignored it.

“Nice to meet you,” I said, extending my hand. She took it and nodded, and I enjoyed how soft and delicate her hands were.

“We were thinking of having a BBQ tomorrow, and wondered if you cared to join us?” Amber asked.

Mom looked to me for a second, “Do you feel up to that, hunny?”

I just nodded. Who was this John fellow, to be able to get not only three girlfriends, but one as cute as this redhead as one of them?

I offered to escort Amber back to her place, but both women laughed at the notion, what with my arms and all. “What was the deal with that lady, yesterday?” Amber asked at the door. Until this point, I had completely forgotten about Jenny.

“She was my crazy ex,” I say with a self deprecating laugh.

After mom walked Amber home, she asked about Jenny. I just told her that she had come over, trying to get back with me, I refused and broke it off, and she flipped out.

“Well, according to Amber, she has a rather vulgar mouth. You can do better than her, hunny.”

“Like you?” I said, and tried to give her a quick kiss on the lips, but she was too fast for my broke self, and easily dodged.

“What has gotten into you, lately? I swear, sometimes I don’t know if you take more after your dad, or me.”

“Crap!” I cursed, as the conversation about Jenny sparked a memory. I still needed to sign those documents at my apartment. “I just remembered something I need to do today, if you can drive me there, mom.”

“Of, course, hunny,” she readily replied. I explained everything (except the sex), as we were driving to my apartment. “You made the right choice in getting rid of her, son,” Mom said, as soon as I finished. We arrived at my apartment complex soon after, and I went straight to the manager’s office.

I knocked on the door, and an attractive, slightly older bleach blonde, answered the door. Her hair was tied up in a tight bun, and as usual for her, she looked like she had just bitten into sour grapes. On her nose sat a small pair of glasses, which made her eyes look almost beady. If it weren’t for the fact that I always paid rent on time, and never caused any problems, I am certain she would have found some reason to evict me. Not that she has ever been rude, just that I had heard that she was quite the hard-nose when it came to managing this place. I am still somewhat uncertain why she was willing to give me time to sign these documents against Jenny.

“Sarah? Is that YOU?” My mom asked as she entered the room, and I looked at her in surprise. Mom knew my apartment manager?

“Diane?’ Came the shocked reply. “What are you doing here?”

“I’m taking care of my son while her recovers. I didn’t know you lived in town.” Mom replied.

“Jason is your son? Hmm.” Sarah’s manner slowly began to change, as she loosened up around my mom. Several times I was sure she was going to say something, then would stop, look at me, and say something benign. What would have been only a 30 minute signing of papers (which was awkward with the casts), took more than an hour, as they caught up on current events.

Sarah then showed us the apartment, and told me to document anything that was missing. Mom and Sarah continued to chat while I walked through my small apartment. A lamp was broke, and that was about it. Apparently after she became violent here, she was booted from the premises before she could do any further damage. I even found a bag of her stuff that she had packed, but hadn’t taken with her.

“Oh, son! I invited Sarah over to dinner this weekend, hope you don’t mind.” Mom told me as soon as I re-entered the front room.

Mind? Why would I mind if my stuck-up, prude of an apartment manager came to dinner? What I said, though, was, “Sure. That’d be nice.” I then noticed that Sarah had let her hair done. I have never seen her with her hair anything but in that tight bun, and I had to admit she was rather attractive this way.

After a bit more chat, Sarah finally let my mom go, and we drove off.

“So how do you know my apartment manager?” I ask. All through their chatting, I never did quite catch how they knew each other.

Mom looked at me out of the corner of her eye for a moment, before replying. “We met in college.” When nothing else was said, it made me even more curious, and I just stared at mom, making it obvious I wanted more of an answer.

After a couple minutes of staring, I could see mom was getting fidgety. “Oh, all right! I guess after what we’ve done, it shouldn’t bother me if you knew. In college we were girlfriends. “

“But I thought you dated dad all through college…?”

“Uh, yes… Um, er, rather, you see, it was different back then. The truth is we were both your dad’s girlfriends… The three of us dated each other.”

I sat in shocked silence for a moment. I never knew my mom might swing both ways. It was honestly a turn on. And my dad had both of them? I couldn’t believe it!

“That is HOT, mom!” I exclaimed, seeing her face had gone red, and wanting to get her to relax. “Will you tell me about it?”

“Oh, hunny. You don’t want to hear about your old mother’s sexual past.” She said, chiding me.

“But I do! And quit with the old stuff! You’re my girlfriend, remember? Young and gorgeous.”

Mom placed her hand on my knee and gave me her dazzling smile. “Okay, hunny, but you can’t tell your sister!”

* * *

David sat cramming for his exam tomorrow, stressing. If he failed one more test, he would lose his sports scholarship. He was bummed, because he was missing out on a party with his girlfriend, Diane, but it was because of too many parties, that he was in the predicament he was in now.

Diane had left with their friend Sarah, to the party. He wasn’t too worried about Diane cheating on him, as they were in love, and planning on getting married after graduation. Sarah was also a good friend of his, even if she was a massive tease, and would keep an eye out for trouble.

The door to his apartment opened, and he heard two girls giggling as they entered. Looking to the clock, David realized it was already 2am, and groaned. He hadn’t planned on studying this late, but wanted to make sure he was ready for the test tomorrow.

“What are you doing up, mister?” Diane asked. She only ever called him ‘mister’ like that when she was drunk.

“He must have known that two hot women were coming to his place, and stayed up for us,” Sarah said, swaggering into the bedroom where David had been doing his studying, and sitting on the edge of the bed.

David couldn’t help but smile. He like when the two got drunk together. He usually saw some extra skin when that happened. Not for the first time, David wondered what it would be like to have a threesome with these two. He had mentioned it once to Diane, and been told that it would never happen.

“If you study too much, your brain will rot!” Diane said as she walked over and gave Dave a long kiss. He could taste the alcohol on her breath, but didn’t mind.

“Where’s my kiss?” Sarah asked Diane. They often made out when they were drunk too. David always liked watching, but also wished he could be a part of it.

David answered Sarah before Diane got a chance to. “You need to come over and get one, if you want one!” Sarah looked at him for a second, a little surprised. She knew that Dave would never cheat on Diane, and he had never made a comment like that before.

“Yeah,” Diane put her own two cents in, “I know how to treat a man. I went to him for a kiss. You have to, too.”

“Oh yeah? Well, I just might!” But Sarah didn’t move for a second. She didn’t want to cross any lines, and lose the friendship of either of these two.

When no one said anything different, Sarah got up, and leaning slightly as she walked, approached David. Diane smacked her lightly on the ass as she passed, saying only, “Kiss her good, Mister!”

David took the challenge, and stood to meet Sarah. He pulled her into his arms, and bent her back like in the movies. He looked deep into her drunken eyes, and then slowly began to kiss her. At first it was just lips to lips, but then he got daring when she didn’t pull away, and touched his tongue to her lips. Her reaction surprised him, as her mouth opened, and she aggressively attacked his tongue with hers. He could feel himself getting hard as he made out with this beautiful woman in his arms, and remembering that she wasn’t Diane; he broke off the kiss, and brought her back upright.

Both of them stared at each other, wondering what thoughts were going through the other’s head, when Diane broke the silence. “That was SO hot! David, I’ll be honest, I thought I was going to get jealous, but watching you kiss her has made my pussy really wet!”

David knew this had to be true. Diane was always horny, trying to get into his pants all hours of the day and night, but she never talked like that unless she was really turned on.

“Well, I’d better get going then,” Sarah said hurriedly, her face still flushed from the kiss, and her emotions scrambled. “I don’t want to be in your way.” She tried to get out the door, but Diane stood in her way.

“Believe me,” David’s girlfriend said, “you won’t be in the way.” Before Sarah could say anything, Diane pulled her in for a passionate kiss, that as far as David could tell, Sarah returned.

He saw Diane wave him over, and he approached, wondering what she had in mind. As soon as he was in reach, she grabbed him, and pulled his face to theirs, creating a three-way kiss. This was something David had never done, and while he found it really awkward, he thoroughly enjoyed it. The three tongues moved back and forth, finding one set of lips, then another, in a constant struggle to experience everything at once.

He felt a hand on his ass, and thought it was Diane’s at first, but realized the angle was wrong. Diane was on his left, this hand was coming from his right. Never one to pass up an opportunity, David dropped his hand to her jean covered ass, giving it a big squeeze. He let his left hand drop down to Diane’s rear, and gave it similar treatment. Both women moaned into their kiss.

This time it was Sarah that broke the kiss, backing away quickly. “I’m sorry. I have to go,” she told them, her face red, eyes wild, and breathing heavily. “I can’t trust myself to behave if I stay any longer.”

Again, Diane blocked her way, not allowing the woman to leave. “Then stay and misbehave,” she said. Diane brought her hand up to Sarah’s face and cupped her cheek and whispered, “I want you here.” She then reached down, and grabbed Sarah’s hand, pulling it up and placed it over her heart.

“Your heart is beating hard!” Sarah said. “Are you sure?”

Diane nodded that she was, and then Sarah turned to David. David in turn looked back to Diane, not believing his luck. When she said nothing, David did the only thing he could think to do. He told the truth.

“Sarah, you are beautiful, sexy, and if I weren’t so in love with Diane, I would have fallen for you long ago.”

Sarah seemed to melt, and then started crying. David went to her, thinking that he had said something wrong. Pulling her into his arms, she laid her head on his chest, and wrapped her arms around him, squeezing him in a large hug. “I have been in love with you both for a long time, but never knew how to tell you. You are both my best friends, and I never wanted to lose that.”

She lifted her face from David’s chest, and he could see that her tears weren’t ones of sadness, but rather true joy. Feeling his heart about to burst with emotion, he leaned in, and kissed her tenderly. The kiss was soft and tender this time, rather than passionate, but felt all the more wonderful for it. When the kiss ended, David let Diane pull her away.

“I never thought I would be into women, but you are my best friend, too. I would do anything for you, and if that isn’t love, then David and I are in trouble, because I feel the same way for him as I do for you.” Their kiss too was tender and loving, but quickly turned passionate as Diane’s hands began to roam Sarah’s body.

David sat back at his desk, enjoying the scene, as both women began to grope each other. Every other time David had watched these two kiss, they had kept it strictly PG rated; kissing, but nothing else. This time their hands moved freely over each other’s bodies, seeking what pleased the other, and getting their answers in the forms of moans and sighs of pleasure.

Sarah was the first to go for the crotch, lifting Diane’s dress to get to her pussy. She broke the kiss immediately after. “Diane, your panties are soaked!” She said in shock. David knew how wet Diane could get, and also knew that she had to sometimes change her panties two or three times a day, depending on how horny she got, and if David was around to help her with it.

Diane moaned, as Sarah pressed her hand against the soaked panties, and began to rub. Diane stepped back, and quickly removed her dress and panties.

“You shave down there?” Sarah asked.

“Of course! David likes it that way.”

Hearing his name, David got up from his seat, and walked over to them. Sarah had gotten down on her knees for a closer look, and began to touch Diane’s pussy again. “How does it feel to have it shaved?” She asked.

“It is more sensitive,” she replied, then gasped as Sarah found her clit.

“I’ve never shaved mine, and never even thought about it, but yours looks so sexy and bare like that. I love it.”

“David likes to shave mine. He–” Diane shuddered. “He does a great job as you can see.”

Sarah turned to look at David and was taken aback to see him right next to her. She had been so absorbed in Diane’s pussy, she hadn’t noticed anything else.

“Would you…?” was all she said, before David went to bathroom and got everything he needed.

Sarah unbuttoned her pants, and lay on the towel David set on the edge of the bed. He put some shaving cream in his hands, and lathered it up. Looking to Sarah’s pussy, he couldn’t even see the outer lips through all the hair. He could, however, smell the unmistakable scent of a woman, no… Make that two women extremely turned on. He applied the lathered cream to her crotch, making sure to work it in all the way to her skin. Sarah groaned as he rubbed, and even began to gyrate her hips. Knowing that Diane never let him do this too long, because it turned her on too much, he pulled out the straight edge razor his dad had given him for graduating high school, and got to work.

It took longer than usual because of all the extra hair, but when he was done, he could see Sarah’s juices leaking from her vagina. Deciding that he may as well give her the full treatment he gives Diane, he wiped off the remaining shaving cream with a towel, and dove in for a taste. Sarah’s legs locked around his head as he began lapping up her juices. David noted that there was a definite difference in taste between the two women, but not in a bad way.

David could make out muffled moans as he worked her pussy with his tongue. He felt hands at his waist, and turned to let Diane pull his pants off. His cock sprang free, all 6 1/2 inches of it, thick as a 2 inch PVC pipe, and just as hard, only to be trapped immediately after by Diane’s warm, wet, mouth. Diane knew what she was doing, and soon he was moaning into Sarah’s pussy.

Diane’s mouth moved away from his cock, which was good, because he had been coming close to blowing, and he wanted this night to last. Diane pulled him from Sarah’s pussy, and he noticed for the first time that both women were completely naked. His shirt soon hit the floor.

Diane and Sarah had moved all the way onto the bed, while David had finished undressing, and Sarah was sitting on Diane’s face.

David stood watching, admiring, for a few moments. It didn’t take him long before he realized that those muffled moans he had heard before were in fact loud screams. Sarah was a screamer. Her large breasts heaved on her chest as she screamed in ecstasy at Diane’s ministrations. Apparently she was just as good with women as she was with men.

David decided he had watched long enough, and jumped on the bed, getting between his girlfriend’s legs. He began to rub his cock up and down her soaking pussy. He had never in their years of dating and screwing, seen her this wet. He let out a sigh as he sank his thick cock to the hilt with ease. With his left hand he began fondling Diane’s breasts, paying special attention to her sensitive nipples, and with his right, he finally got to touch Sarah’s large breasts. Breasts were David’s biggest fetish. Big or small, flat, firm, or drooping, he loved them all. He had seen Sarah’s on many a drunken occasion, but never been allowed to touch. Now he could not only touch, he even leaned forward, while still pumping in and out of Diane, and sucked her other nipple into his mouth.

This sent Sarah over the edge, and she let out an ear shattering scream as she came in Diane’s mouth. Sarah got off Diane, and then bent over to kiss her, as David continued to pump in and out of her sopping wet pussy. The kiss didn’t last long though, as Sarah began to work her way down Diane’s neck, to her chest, and then to her free tit.

“Oh, fuck, that feels good. Oh, baby, your cock feels so good in my pussy. I love the way you fuck me. Oh YES, suck that nipple in your mouth, you gorgeous woman. Suck it!” The profanities continued until Diane came hard, nearly biting her own tongue as she did.

David pulled out, feeling himself getting close again. Diane opened her eyes, and looked to both Sarah and David. “Are you gonna fuck her with your big cock now, Mister? Are you gonna make her cum like you did me?” The other two needed no further urging. David lie on his back, and smiled as Sarah threw her leg over his. She reached down and positioned David’s cock for her hole, then stopped.

“Are you sure, Diane? After this, there is no going back…” In answer, Diane kissed her forcefully, pushing her down at the same time, and onto David’s ready and eager pole. David moaned, and Sarah would have screamed in ecstasy at having her pussy so full of cock, if Diane weren’t kissing her. Sarah’s hips began to gyrate, and David loved the way she felt on top of him.

Without breaking their kiss, Diane swung her body around, and sat on David’s face. Thankful for something to distract him from the feeling of Sarah’s pussy milking his cock, David acted like a starving man at his first buffet.

David was overwhelmed with pleasure. Not only was he making love to his wonderful girlfriend, but he was screwing his best friend at the same time. He knew he was getting close, but just as he was about to warn her, Diane had a massive orgasm, slamming her vagina against his mouth, effectively cutting off anything he could have said. He started to ejaculate into Sarah, pumping his seed into her, as he convulsed beneath both women. David’s orgasm then sent Sarah off, and this time her screams did make them go deaf for a little while.

David passed his test the next morning, despite only having had a couple hours sleep. Sarah moved in with them. David was in bliss, having two girlfriends, until about five months later, Sarah left them with only a note saying she couldn’t stay around anymore.

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Mom finished her story just in time as Lisa walked through the door, home from school. I couldn’t help but notice that during her telling she would sometimes touch herself, then remembering that I was there, stop.

“Hey dear. Make sure you don’t have plans for tomorrow night. We are going next door for a BBQ, and I finally have a night off.” Mom told Lisa.

Mom retired to her room to shower and get ready for work, and Lisa came out to join me in front of the TV.

“How are you feeling today?” I asked, concern filling my voice.

“Still pretty sore,” she told me. “I don’t think we can do anything tonight, but if you want, I’ll give you a blowjob after mom leaves.”

How did I get so lucky, I wondered, to have a girl so willing to please me? The fact that she was my sister no longer seemed to bother me.

I was extremely horny after mom’s story, but my love for my sister came first. “You don’t have to if you don’t want to. I’d understand.”

She playfully hit me on the arm. “Listen, silly, I WANT to. I WANT to do more. I WANT to feel you inside me again. I just don’t think I can. So be ready as soon as mom leaves, to have your little sister suck that big cock of yours!”

I’ve created a monster, I thought. We settled to watching TV, and sure enough, as soon as mom’s car pulled out of the driveway, Lisa had my shorts down and my cock in her mouth. I marveled at the differences between Lisa’s and Mom’s styles. Where mom had skills, Lisa had enthusiasm. Remembering how mom did it, I started to give her pointers, and while she still needed practice, it wasn’t long before she was swallowing my load.

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Rachel is pregnant with twins, and horny as hell. She gets satisfaction with some help from a new female friend.

IHNC 1.5

(For those who have read my first stories, I’ve decided to add some added content to fill in some gaps in the story that the main character Ed is not telling, they will all be titled with a .5 where they go in the storyline.)

(These events are from the viewpoint of Rachel Font, the pregnant wife of Edward)

“Damn it! Not again…,” I moaned as I held myself up against the kitchen counter.

The girls were wrestling again, stretching my already overloaded uterus to new levels of pain. And at the same time the pressure and movement over my cervix made my pussy convulse with waves of pleasure. This was a nice side effect to help make the pain bearable, but always soaked my thighs each time it happened. The doctor’s said I’d experience severely decreased sexual desire during the third trimester. Shows what a bunch of men know about women’s bodies!

I was only wearing a fuzzy moo-moo nightgown, since all my other clothes didn’t fit any more. I’d gotten some dresses I’d gotten for the few times I had to go out in public, which was rare since I’d felt like such an ugly whale. But my hand, with practiced movements, quickly went down under my dress and stretched to reach past my giant belly and could just barely touch my swollen clit.

Electric shocks of pre-orgasmic bliss rocketed through my whole body. It was getting more and more difficult to reach my button, and almost more work than it was worth, but it didn’t take long for my quick, hard frigging to get me off. Convulsions shook my body, and stars appeared before my eyes. After a few minutes I waddled to the bathroom, got some toilet paper, and cleaned up my expelled juices as best as I could and though about my present life.

Having kids was always my dream, and I knew it’d be worth it in the long run, but these mini-orgasmic flashes where driving me insane! I was almost dying to just beg Ed for sex, even though the doctors had warned against it in the third trimester due to overtaxing my body with it being twins.

In the early weeks of the morning sickness, while jarring at first, quickly went away, and just proved I was pregnant, giving me endless joy. Sex those next few months had been the best Ed and I had ever had. He never seemed to want children as much as I did, but after I told him that first night or lovemaking always seemed hotter. Maybe it was just hormones, but I think Ed was just a bit lustier as well.

Then when we found out it was twins at the beginning of the second trimester, I creamed my panties every time he touched me. I had probably worn him out though, because he seemed to breathe easier when the doctors told us to refrain from sex a few months ago. It was for the heath of my babies, and I tried not to seduce him as often. And my distended belly that grew daily helped deter me from sex with Ed as I’d never felt so unsexy in my life, but when the hot flashes hit me I’d masturbate until I got some release. It didn’t matter where I happened to be in the house; bathroom, bedroom, kitchen, hallway… wherever, whenever, all the time.

I was told 40 weeks is the “normal” pregnancy, but that always goes out the door with twins the doctors said. Just not enough room in there for them both to go full term I guess. So while I’m expecting to deliver early, maybe around week 36 to 38, I’m charted at week 33 so far. And even though I love children, and have a day job as a kindergarten teacher, I’ve been out of work on maternity leave for about a month now.

Ed has been great with me. He puts up with all my mood swings, crazy appetites, and had been massaging me every night after he got back from work as a High School Algebra teacher. It was Friday afternoon, and I was looking forward to a weekend of Ed taking long and good care of me when the mother of one of his student’s called me. Introducing herself as Judy Whitman, she asked me to dinner with her and her daughter, who had asked Ed to tutor her for her SAT’s. I tried to get out of it by telling her there was no way I could drive in my state, but she has insisted so sweetly and offered to come pick me up, that I had no choice but to accept the invitation. She Ed was there and already tutoring her daughter, Becky.

I dressed in one of my nicest new maternity dresses that made me look like a pretty blimp, and slipped on my most comfortable shoes, which were now just barely able to fit on my swollen feet. There was a knock on the door and there was a beautiful redheaded woman just a few years older than me.

I opened the door and before I could even get a word out Judy was already introducing herself, complementing my dress, and soon I found we’d been sitting in my living room and had talked away an hour. She had the cutest bright green eyes that complemented her fiery red hair, and still kept her trim figure of her youth, despite having a child very early in her life.

Our chat informed me she had her child at the tender age of sixteen, so she was only thirty-three now, and her daughter had turned seventeen a few months ago. We then moved to talking about her experience with child birth, and the similarities and differences between our pregnancies.

It was then I asked her, “When you were at 30 weeks, did you experience any… urges down there?”

She laughed, “Oh, I felt like I had to pee all the time and had a bladder that only held a thimble-full.”

“Tell me about it! But that’s not exactly what I meant…”

She paused, and then a look of embarrassment crossed her face, “Oh, you mean…” I nodded meaningfully, “Oh… No, sorry. It was just pain to me and could wait to get her out of me.” I sighed and was going to change the subject, but she continued, “Tell me about it.”

I had been holding this in, not even telling Ed about it, and just had to get it off my chest. The words literally erupted out of me as I gushed my most private secret to this woman who was a complete stranger less than an hour ago. “Lately the twins have been twisting around, putting pressure on my cervix. Every time they do this though I get so wet and horny I just have to masturbate. A few weeks ago it wasn’t so bad, but now my belly is getting so big I’m having a hard time reaching around. I’m going crazy!”

“Oh, you poor thing,” she moved to sit next to me and hugged me. We cuddled for a few moments before she lifted up her arm and looked at her stylish watch. “Well I’ll make you a deal. Let’s go have dinner with Beth and Ed at my house and well continue this at another date.”

Embarrassed that I’d just overstepped the boundaries with this beautiful, and compassionate new friend, I nodded and cleaned up the emotional tears I hadn’t realized I’d shed. We quickly left my house and got in her luxury car.

While I barely fit in the seat, it was nice to sit in such a plush seat, and Judy was still friendly and engaging. I hadn’t realized how much I’d missed talking to someone other than Ed or a doctor, or how much of a prisoner I’d been in my own house the last month or so. We talked animatedly the whole way there, which wasn’t far, about fifteen minutes drive.

Once there I’d found Ed and Beck sitting together on the couch, probably having just finished studying. I think he was just expecting Judy when I walked in and his eye turned to saucers as he left from the couch away from the pretty blonde that must have been Becky. He was so cute when he thought he was in trouble.

I decided to let him off the hook since Judy had already told me he would be here, “Oh, hi honey, surprise!” Then I hugged him as best as I could with my beach-ball belly and he gave me a polite peck of a kiss. “Judy and I were talking after you called and she said you were already tutoring her daughter and didn’t want to interrupt you when she invited me to diner. I told her I couldn’t drive in my condition, but she offered to pick me up! Isn’t she sweet?”

He hesitated but a second and agreed, “Yea!?! Sweet. What a great surprise.” We talked a bit more, and I even had Becky feel the twins as they squirmed in my belly, making her really excited.

We settled down and I tried not to act like a pig as I ate three helpings of the wonderful dinner Judy had made for us. Ed was mostly quiet as I conversed with the ladies about school, babies, weather, cheerleading, and anything else that came to mind. I was getting tired at sitting up for so long, but was really having a fun night. Ed looked at me then spoke up, “OK, well it’s getting late and we should be going.”

“Not me, it’s not a school night,” Becky chirped up.

“Well we shall have to do this again soon,” Judy added while me up and walking with me toward the door. “Becky is studying hard for her SAT’s and I’m sure could use more help with her studies to get into a good college. I know you’re getting on with the twins, so I’ll be glad to help out if you can allow Becky to borrow your husband for a few more study sessions?”

I so liked Judy that I instantly replied, “Of course!” Then thinking that I’d just accepted for Ed I looked at him. His face was a little twisted, making me laugh a little, “Oh honey, don’t look like that! Her skills cannot be that bad, you should help the girl. You’re her teacher aren’t you?”

He calmed, and then said, “No, she’s a wonderful student.”

“But she’s going to need a lot more studding to prepare for college right dear?” Judy added.

“Oh, TONNES more studying!” Becky chirped in from behind.

I chastised Ed for not being giving enough of his time and attention to Becky who eagerly wanted his help. Judy and I decided that Ed would tutor Becky on Tuesday and Thursday until the babies came, and she would come over to visit me during that time that Ed was busy.

As we drove home Ed was quite, but I knew he regretted not being with me every second of the day. That’s just how attentive he can be. But I found I was looking forward to seeing Judy again already, and while the kids remained still, now sound asleep, my pussy was moistening anyway.

While I’d been looking forward to the weekend, I found it just dragged by with just mundane watching TV while Ed served me, and sleeping restlessly. I couldn’t seem to sleep at the same time as the twins did, and even masturbated right in bed with Ed snoring away right next to me. That really made me hot, and allowed me to get through the night.

The next Tuesday came, which brought me to trying to clean the house a bit while Ed was at work, since I was expecting Jude over that afternoon, so was surprised by a knock on the door just after nine in the morning.

Judy was wearing a more relaxed blue blouse and smart tan skirt. “Hey honey. I know I’d said I’d be over later, but I thought you needed some more help, so came over early to spend the day and help you out around the house.”

Soon she was in and vacuuming the floor, doing laundry, and even dusted. Ed’s been really good about doing most of the chores since I’ve been off my feet the last month, but Judy was just a cleaning dervish. I tried to help out, but she just shushed me down into a chair and we talked while she worked.

A few hours went by and she was a delight to be around. Then it happened. The girls squirmed and I reflexively groaned twice. The first in pain at the internal abuse on my overtaxed uterus, and the second in pleasure as my pussy convulsed from the internal pressure.

I opened my eyes that I hadn’t realized I’d closed, and was immediately embarrassed as I found Judy right next to me, ready to assist me with anything, asking what she could do to help. “No, really, I’m fine. I just need to lie down for a few minutes. Excuse me.”

She helped me up from the comfy chair in the living room, and I closed the door between us as I entered the bedroom. I breathed hard as I lie onto the bed and kicked of my fuzzy slippers, taking the weight off my back and feet as I attempted to relax. But the twins were active and my womb shuddered in pain and pleasure.

Before I even knew what I was doing, my right hand was already bent around my belly, rubbing softly on my pussy, with my legs splayed open on the bed. Damn I wish I had a vibrator. I’d been stroking my clit for a few minutes before I heard, “Oh Honey, do you need some help?”

My eyes flashed open and Judy was entering the room after peaking in at me. I tried to pull a sheet over me but Judy stopped me and looked straight into my eyes with hers of piercing green. “Honey, I know you are in need of more than just a house cleaning.” Then she smiled, “That’s why I came over.”

I knew I was blushing fiercely and tried to stammer out a coherent thought, but she just smiled and, sitting on the bed by my hip, placed one hand on my leg, and the other on my belly. She massaged and rubbed all over my lower body, content for now that she was offering to help sooth my soreness, same as Ed had been doing, but after a moment she placed one of her hands on my pussy and gently massaged my hairy mound.

‘God that feels good’ I thought. Soon she was massaging up and down my swollen pussy lips and rubbing my clit. I lost track of when, but found that my own hands were squeezing my own lactating breasts. Hot milk was quickly turning cold on my dress and making my seeping nipples harder, if that was possible.

I was getting close and my eyes were already screwed shut when Judy suddenly slipped two fingers into my drenched pussy. Instantly I was cumming harder than I had in months. Behind my eyes fireworks were exploding and my sore body convulsed hard several times. Just as I thought it was going to end Judy wiggled her fingers inside me against my G-spot and those outside me over my oversensitive clit, and I came all over again, several times in a row.

I was breathless and exhausted when she withdrew her digits from my leaking pussy. I was so dizzy and near to unconsciousness that I only realized what was happening when she began wiping my groin with toilet paper, cleaning and drying me off. She helped me remove my dress, and dried my milk off my breasts as well, before tucking me in to get some sleep.

Before she left I struggled out a more than inadequate thank you, to which she bent her head down to mine and kissed me on my lips. IT was not a passionate or lusty kiss. Nor was is a dry or quick peek of a kiss. It was a gentle and loving kiss that lingered on my lips before she drew the curtains and I fell to the best sleep I’d had in over a month.

I slept for several hours, and woke to Judy serving lunch. We ate in mostly silence, as I tried to come to grips with the intimate nature in which this woman had moved into my life. I’d never really had a relationship like it and I was nervous with what our new borders in life would be. I’d once during a lone week in college gone on spring break with a bunch of girlfriends, and on a drunken dare made out with one of her girlfriends.

It was fun, and she seemed to like it as well, leading to a unique week of touching, kissing, and experimentation, and while it was fun, they both knew that they weren’t gay, but also not getting any lately, and would move on when each of them found a new guy. They shared a guy once also, and that was a blast, but by the end of the week they’d both moved on.

She knew Judy had a seventeen year-old daughter, and had been married briefly when she was younger, buy didn’t know if she was expecting a permanent relationship of some sort. She was embarrassed to talk about it and put the question off until later.

The rest of the day was normal, and Judy left around five, after putting some food in my oven, just before Ed came home, who finished up the meal and ate dinner with me. “So… how was Judy?”

My cheeks flushed, but he wasn’t looking at me and just looked at his food as he ate. “Oh, great. It was nice having another woman around, helping out.” The next two days flew by and I found that as I masturbated during those days I longed to feel the touch of Judy instead of Ed. Don’t get me wrong, I still loved Ed, and was dying to get back to normal, and ride my lovers cock into the night, but there was this secret itch to again have the skilled and knowing gentle touch that Judy had demonstrated on her.

On Thursday I expected Judy all day, but she didn’t come until afternoon, like we had originally planned. Instead of staying in, she took me out on a drive of the town, and had a snack picnic in the park. This was so much what I’d missed with Ed that I nearly cried. OK, I did cry, but that was just due to my crazy hormones.

We just chatted about nothing, and I enjoyed the bright early October day. After an hour she finally asked me, “I hope I didn’t upset you the other day. I really just wanted to help you, and you just looked like you needed someone.”

I though silently, examining my feelings before I spoke, “I did. And I’m glad you came back today to spend more time with me.”

“Dear, you’re just so sweet; I want to gobble you up.” Judy said with a slight tang of southern accent she must have had as a child.

“I’d like that,” I’d said smiling to her, before realizing what I’d said. The shock and mortification hit me, “That’s not what I…”

“Are you sure?” she said with a quirky eyebrow at me.

I sighed. “OK, I bet that would feel divine, but I was wrong to do that in the first place. I love Ed and he’s the father of my children. I know he’s just frustrated as I am being celibate these last few months. Also, I’m not a lesbian, so I’m sorry, but I didn’t mean to give you the wrong impression if that’s what I did.” There. I’d put the whole case in the open and see what she thought about that.

“Honey, it’s OK. I’m not a lesbian when I’ve had a good man in my life, which sorry to say, hasn’t happened in far too long.” She smiled and continued, “Honestly, I’ve only had a few one-night-stands on the random day when Becky was at camp, or a friend’s house on a sleep-over, so I’ve really only been intimate with my favorite vibrator, Mr. Purple.”

I half laughed, but got control of myself quickly before she continued, “I’d be lying if said I didn’t envy your relationship with Ed. He seems like a real stand-up guy; a real keeper.”

“Yea. I’ve been lucky,” I agreed.

“And I’d be lying,” she went on, “if I didn’t think about taking a roll around with him in the sheets!” At that we both exploded into laughter and giggles like overgrown schoolgirls. After we got control of ourselves she looked at me in the eye, staring into my soul, “Rachel, you are so beautiful, and I don’t want to get between you and Ed. I just want you to know that I think we can be really close friends.”

Without even batting an eyelash I smiled back at her, “I’d like that…,” and then we kissed again.

After that we didn’t have time for anything more that day, and the weekend went by in a daze. I was still masturbating constantly, and keeping it secret from Ed, who was taking part in less and less of my fantasies. I was feeling guilty about it, but that just seemed to make it hotter.

Finally, what seemed like a lifetime later Tuesday came again and though my conscience was throbbing in my head, the throbbing in my pussy made me giddy after Ed kissed me goodbye that morning. I was afire waiting for Judy to arrive, and I barely left the window looking out for her arrival. My excitement translated to the twins, causing them to stir in my uterus.

Between their movements and my own natural horniness I had to lie down in bed and began frisking my pussy relentlessly. I never heard the knock on the door, but when I heard the front door open, I called out, “In here,” but never stopped stroking my pussy.

Then I saw Judy standing in the door, wearing a long brown coat, but it was opened revealing her nearly naked form clad only in a black lace teddy. Her huge breasts were barley contained by the sheer fabric and plunging cleavage, and her wide hips were naked with the high cut of the lingerie. She just smiled devilishly and said softly, “Just couldn’t wait to start playing without me?”

All I could do was moan and continued rubbing my swollen clit. She just stood there watching as I strained my arm around my giant belly. I was on fire as I’d never been before, but she just stood in the doorway watching as she slowly removed her coat, and strutted around letting me get the full view of her sexy body.

A small part of my brain was distracted to thinking, ‘Wow I hope I can still look as good after I have children,’ but my quaking pussy demanded attention. “Please…” I moaned.

“Please what Honey?” she asked innocently, like she didn’t know why she was here in that getup.

My pussy shuddered and I had no choice but to almost yell out, “Oh God, please touch me!”

She smiled and said in a sultry voice, “Hang on Honey, I’m gonna make you cum to the moon.” Then she sat on the end of the bed between my legs, and then lowered herself beneath the curve of my protruding belly, her fiery hair the last thing I saw of her. She gently pulled my stretched hand away from my burning bush.

I found I was holding my breath without realizing it when the first gentle touches of Judy’s nimble fingers gently brushing my hairy bush. I groaned long and low at the tingling sensations rippling through my body. While I had been desperate and harsh with my body these last few days, Judy was soft and gentle, setting my burning desire into a raging inferno.

She was slow, gentle and deliberate, but knew all the right places to touch. It was like nothing I’d ever felt before. My college experience seemed clumsy by comparison, and while Ed too loved to touch and go down on her as well, this was beyond that by leaps and bounds.

Slowly as if in a whirlwind, my brain was spinning with her touch as Judy slid two fingers into my pool of lust. Her fingers curled within my vagina unlike anything I’d ever felt before. My pussy was already spasmming like a jackhammer when her tongue flicked my clit and I exploded. My whole body shook and shook for what seemed like hours. The next thing I knew I was awakening in bed, covered up, and cuddled up to Judy, who was holding me in her arms.

“Good afternoon sleepy,” she sweetly said to me.

“What happened?” I asked, rubbing the sleep from my eyes.

“You passed out, poor thing. It’s Ok though, I stayed here the whole time,” then she bent her head to my forehead and kissed it. “Now I’ll make us lunch and you just rest here.” Judy, still dressed in her teddy, then got out of bed and left the room, walking toward the kitchen.

I just rested and collected myself. My vagina was still wet and tired, but it was sated for now. Soon Judy returned and we ate finger sandwiches, apple slices with peanut butter, some small pickles (with giggles), and dived into a container of Fluff (I’m pregnant Ok!).

We spent the whole day in bed. As the clock spun around to around two o’clock I looked at her and said, “Well I know Ed will be tutoring Becky after school today…” I reached out and ran a lazy finger over her lace covered breast, “but I’d really like to do it again before he gets home.”

Judy giggled as I tickled her breast, then dazzled me with her emerald eyes and tossed her long wavy ginger hair playfully. We locked eyes, staring into each other’s souls until we kissed. Her tongue was playful and fresh as it teased my lips and danced with mine. I drank from her as if she were the very spring of life, despite her being a few years older than I.

Soon we were groping each other’s breasts and gently tweaking nipples. I just had to taste them, and pushed her back, moving as best as my titanic body could, until I captured it between a slit made for that very purpose in her black teddy. Her taught nipple was long and firm between my lips and I brushed it with my teeth gently before latching my lips over it and suckling.

Judy moaned and that just drove me to obsession. I loved it; I loved her.

She pushed me back and we touched, kissed, sucked and fingered each other for what seemed like forever. “I want to taste you,” I finally begged her. I couldn’t believe I just said that, but she just nodded and deftly straddled my face. It was so erotic. Here was my new lover’s lingerie clad pussy, already wet, hovering over my face and coming closer.

I grabbed her round hips as she pulled her lace covering to the side exposing her womanhood to me. I pulled her down and pushed my tongue to touch her moist lower lips. I know what I like when Ed eats me out, and I tried to duplicate that, hoping that she was enjoying it, but I didn’t need to worry about that, because her guttural moans were all the approval I needed as I snaked my tongue into her honey pot, and ground my chin into her clit.

Soon she was bucking and shaking over my face, her pussy soaking my face with her sweet nectar until she clenched and choked out a cry off, “OH YEA…” and her pussy let loose her girl-cum. I’d never imagined that I be so happy to know that I’d made another woman as happy as she had made me earlier.

She slowly dismounted me and turned to face me again, and quickly kissed me full on the lips, tasting her own juices’ I’m sure, but that just lit my fire for her all over again. We kissed and kissed until my lips and tongue were tired. As she pulled back she said, “Honey, that was spectacular. But now I’ve GOT to return the favor.” She smiled wickedly again and returned to her hidden position between my legs that she’d taken earlier, but now instead of working me up gently as before, she went full attack mode and latched her lips strait to my clitty.

This time was pure erotic lust and she literally attacked my pussy. It was divine and I was shouting so loud that I was surprised people three houses away didn’t call the police. She devoured me with relentless lips, tongue, and even teeth. As my mind-blowing orgasm peaked and my short breath caught in my exhausted lungs I felt things change, like I was a water-balloon that had just popped.

Judy noticed it too and quickly pulled away from my still shuddering cunt. “Oh Honey, I think your water just broke!”

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I continue with my dog loving with a slight detour.

Fiona entertain an audience with her dogs but then a pony is introduced. Some extra activity follows with the breeding farm bosses.

I told mum that Adrian and Claire had gotten a pony. “Oh that’s nice dear. Something else for you to take care of” she said. I chuckled as I went to me room. “I took care of him alright” I mused.

Monday and life resumed as normal. Teena was very keen to know about my weekend. “Oh the usual” I said. But she kept answer for more detail. I suppose I could have told her that I let two dogs fuck me and then took a pony but perhaps I would skip that part. It was getting close to knock off time when she came up and asked me if I would to go for a drink. There was no doubt that I was become rather fond of her but kept remembering Mrs Walden’s warning about mixing work and pleasure. I was sure she could see Teena was wanting to be more than a workmate.

I said ok, I was up for a drink. We went into the pub down the road. “Sit over here” she said. It was at the back in the corner. There was only a couple of people in at that time so the corner was well away for the bar. We ordered drinks and then Teena touched my thigh. “I want to ask you a question” she said “have you really had sex with our bosses? Both of them?” I was stunned. “I know you have” she said “they were in the office and had left the intercom on. I heard them talking about you”. I couldn’t speak. “Don’t worry Fiona. I won’t tell anyone” she added. “Thank you” was all I could get out. She leaned out and whispered “will you make love to me darling?” I turned to look at her and she kissed me. Judgement went out of the window. I kissed her back. “Let’s get out of here and go back to me place” she said and I said ok.

She had a small apartment a couple of minutes’ drive from work. I was trembling by the time we got into her apartment. Partly because I was fearful about being intimate with a workmate and partly because I was so excited. As soon as she shut the front door she embraced me and we kissed passionately. “What am I doing” I thought “this is so dangerous” but as our clothes came off all sense of foreboding disappeared. We fell on to the bed and for the next hour we explored every inch of each other. It was the most intense sex I had ever experienced. We laid hugging each other in a state of sexual bliss. Then she shocked me to the core. “Do you really have sex with dogs?” Apparently my activities with Mr and Mrs Walden were not the only thing they discussed.

It was no need trying to deny it. She had heard what I did in my spare time. I just nodded. “That is so crazy darling” she said and kissed me “I can’t imagine how that would feel. Having an animal fuck you. Are they brutal? Do they, you know, cum as well?” It was obvious that she was fascinated by the concept. I gave her a complete picture of what it was like to be a dog slut. Her mouth was quivering as I explained the knot and how they came several times. “Oh my God” she exclaimed “I would like to see that”. “Really?” I said “I can arrange it if you want”. She didn’t even hesitate. “Yes Fiona I want to see” she said and we started to kiss again. Her pussy was soaked. She was so excited.

The rest of the week was a blur. Each night I would go to her apartment, we would have sex and then she would drive me home. Mum thought it was great that I had a friend. I thought it was great because she opened a bedside table draw and introduced me to a huge range of sex toys. Each night she would drop me off making me promise to take her to the breeding farm on Saturday. And every night I would kiss her goodnight and promise.

Saturday arrived and Teena arrived just after lunch. She came to the door and Mum invited her inside. “What are you doing today” Mum asked her. “Fiona is going to show me where she works on Saturdays” Teena said. “Oh that is nice. Yes Fiona really enjoys working with the animals, don’t you dear?” Mum said. I nodded and we headed for the farm. Adrian came out to meet us. “Oh you brought a friend” he said, checking her out. I gave a little chuckle. “No good check her because she isn’t interested in men” I thought but didn’t say.

I took Teena into the barn and showed where the “guests” sat. “You mean this is like a live sex show?” she said looking confused. “Just sit there honey and all be revealed” I said and disappeared into the back room. Several minutes later I could hear voices. Goodness only knows what Teena was thinking. I stripped and put on the mask. I waited and sure enough I heard Adrian begin his speech. “Welcome ladies and gentlemen” he began and I walked out into the barn “this is our resident dog slut who will show you how well our dogs are trained”. I looked over at Teena who was sitting there with mouth open and eyes wide. Claire led in my darling Dane who first licked me and then, with me on my knees, he mounted me. As he humped wildly and I moaned constantly I looked at Teena who was sitting licking her lips. I wondered if she would like my darling doggy.

True to her word Claire had worked with two more dogs, each a little under trained but enough to know where to stick their cocks. After the three of them had humped me I went out into the back room. About to get into the shower Teena came in all excited. “Fuck that was amazing” she said “I had heard about bestiality and seen videos but I didn’t think it was real. You are amazing” and hugged and kissed me. Adrian appeared. “You girls have started without me” he said, leering at us. I had to set him straight. “Sorry but Teena isn’t interested” I said, trying to defuse the situation. He didn’t seem to understand. Teena sensed his confusion. “I am a dyke my dear” she said and she and I laughed. Adrian turned and left.

Teena got undressed and got in the shower with me. After our shower I led her into the back room and we made out. It was even more exciting knowing that Claire was probably watching us. I went and got my pay from Claire. Her smile and wink told me she had been watching. We went back to Teena apartment and I explained every detail of what dog sex was like while we played with some of her toys. I rang Mum and said that Teena had invited me to stay overnight. “Oh that is so nice of her” Mum said “you are become good friends”. We were indeed. Teena took out a strap-on dildo. “I used to use this on a girlfriend years ago. Put it on darling and show me what a dog does” she said. I put on the dog mask and down on all fours I had her pat my head and I licked her. Then I got her on all fours and mounted her. She loved it. “I am not sure I could really do it” she said. “Well there is one way to find out honey. And I know just the dog to initiate you” I said.

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Jenny’s Mom tells how she ended up a sub to an 18-year-old.

BEDDING THE BABYSITTER CH. 05: MOM’S STORY

Summary: Jenny’s Mom tells her how she ended up submitting to an 18-year-old cheerleader.

Note 1: This chapter takes place immediately after the end of part 4.

Note 2: A special thanks goes to Steve B and estragon for their tireless editing efforts in this and many of my other works.

Note 3: Narration summary:
Parts 1 and 2 were told from the point of view of the original seductress…Megan.
Part 3 and 4 were told by babysitter-turned-cheerleader sub Jenny.
Part 5 is told by Jenny’s Mom, Amy Wyatt, as she retells her shocking story of submission to her daughter, prompted by her daughter’s friend, Karen.

Story Notes:
This story was tougher to write for me. In the end it is told both in the present, in the past and eventually as a flashback. To make the distinctions clearer the normal font is the past, the italics is the present and the bold is the flashback.

MOM’S STORY
Karen’s cum glistening from my face, I was ordered by my new Mistress and my daughter’s cheerleading friend, to tell my only daughter how I came to be tied up on my own bed, a vibrator in my vagina, and her friend straddling my face.

I began retelling the story, still handcuffed and lying on my bed, completely vulnerable in front of my daughter. “I knew something was up the first time I met Karen, that morning you became a cheerleader. She just seemed to have something about her I couldn’t put my finger on. ”

Luckily, as I began to tell my humiliating story of submission, Karen untied my wrists from their tight restraints. I thanked the 18-year-old, “Thank you, Mistress.”

“You’re welcome, Mommy slut,” she replied, my shame going another shade deeper.

I continued, “That said, I was way more baffled by my daughter’s transformation overnight than I was by her pretty cheerleader friend.”

Karen, sitting beside me now, did one quick pump with the toy inside me.

I whimpered, and went on.“But my attention began to shift without me even knowing it when Karen offered me a foot massage. As Karen so gently caressed my feet, I felt a long forgotten tingle in my vagina, one that had been largely ignored since your father passed.”

“Your what, slut?” Karen reprimanded.

“Sorry, Mistress, my cunt. I felt a tingle in my cunt. When you two were getting ready to leave, I couldn’t believe that I purposely stretched, trying to showcase my big breasts to Karen. When Karen kissed me on the cheek, ever-so-delicately, I felt a chill go up my back. When she hugged me, her hand resting on my ass, I finally concluded that Karen was flirting with me. Yet, instead of being flattered, I was mortified that I had allowed her to massage my feet and even more stunned that I both liked it and wanted her touch more. Once you two were gone, I went directly to my bedroom and masturbated myself to a very intense orgasm, my first good one since your father died. Once my orgasm had faded, I was embarrassed by my impulsive actions and promised myself I would not let such innocent flirting, if she was even flirting at all, distract me.”

“You seem pretty distracted right now, dyke,” Karen pointed out, while beginning to fuck me slowly with the toy.

“Y-y-yes, that is true,” I agreed, unable to deny my newfound desire to come. I continued telling my daughter my complete fall from grace, “Obviously I couldn’t control my desire. When I came into Jenny’s room the following day or two, whenever it was, I realized two things: one, I had a small crush on my daughter’s new friend and two, my daughter was a lesbian.”

“How did you know that?” Karen led me on.

“At the time, it was just a hunch. As for you, Karen, well, I knew I had a crush on you the second you came into my house and kissed me on both cheeks again. I instinctively almost moved in for a kiss on your lips, but held back barely at the last second. But when you complimented me, ‘Mrs. Wyatt, you look amazing today,’ I was putty. When I felt your hand just touching my ass, any doubts I had that you were just really friendly were put to rest. As watched you leave, my vagina, I mean my cunt, tingled uncontrollably as I checked out your amazing legs from behind. Once you two went upstairs, I took a long cold drink of water, trying to ignore my inappropriately building fascination with my daughter’s 18-year-old cheerleader friend.”

“Did you masturbate downstairs, my slave?” Karen inquired.

“No, Mistress. I controlled my desires, but then I heard your scream and rushed up the stairs. As soon as I entered the room, I knew that my daughter was a lesbian.”

“How did you conclude that?” Karen curiously asked, the toy now fully inside me.

“The sexual tension in the room and Jenny’s ruby red cheeks implied she was guilty about something. Your red face and slightly heavy breathing, Karen, was the next clue. There was no way you stubbed your toe. Then you asked me to check your toe and I knew this was where I should have said no, but instead I knelt down beside you, suddenly feeling absurdly nervous. I could smell your sex instantly and when I looked up, I could see your shaved cunt glistening. I instantly concluded my precious daughter’s face had just been between these legs. I then gave you a massage as requested, my own cunt beginning to uncontrollably leak into my panties. I couldn’t resist and took many quick glimpses between your legs and into your cunt. Once done and you kissed me on both cheeks again, I panicked and wanted to leave. Just as I was leaving, I glanced at my daughter, who was staring at me, her face shiny with what I assumed was your juice. Stunned and completely out of my element, I quickly left the room. I was rattled the rest of the evening, long after you left. Supper with my daughter was awkward, as I knew what she had done and I felt like she knew exactly what I was feeling. That evening, alone in my bed again, I masturbated myself to not one, not two, but three orgasms, imagining it was me between your legs, not my daughter. I couldn’t believe that instead of protecting my daughter against your powerful sexuality, I was envious of her lesbian opportunity.”

“Do you want to cum, slut?” Karen asked.

“Yes, Mistress,” I honestly replied.

“In front of your daughter?” Karen continued attempting to humiliate me.

“Yes, Mistress,” I replied, ashamed but defeated.

Pulling the toy out of me, a loud swish sound as it exited, she explained, “Well, once you are done, I will fuck you to an orgasm.”

“Yes, Mistress,” I responded, unable to hide my excitement at the opportunity of being fucked by the 18-year old Domme cheerleader.

I continued, still avoiding eye contact with my daughter, “So then, on the weekend, while you girls were at your cheerleading retreat, I searched Jenny’s computer.”

“Mom,” Jenny gasped, “how could you?”

I looked at my daughter for the first time in a while, and answered apologetically, “I’m so sorry, honey. You know I have always respected your privacy, but with the changes in you and the changes in me, I had to know.”

I could see the devastation of my betrayal in her eyes, oddly more than I had seen when she first saw me in this sexual predicament. She muttered, “I can’t believe you would do that.”

Karen ended the drama. “Enough with the pretented shock Jenny. You knew I was going to seduce and fuck your Mom, and you didn’t do anything to stop it.”

It was my turn to be shocked. “You did?”

Jenny, now on the defensive, said, “That’s not true. Well I suppose it is, but I never in a million years thought you would actually succumb to her charm. It was just way too preposterous notion.” She paused, looked at me with a facial expression that confused me, and went on, “But apparently it wasn’t so preposterous after all.”

My head was reeling with all of this new information, yet it didn’t change anything. Whether Jenny knew or not, it was still me who submitted to Karen.

Getting back to the story at hand, my utter submission to my daughter’s friend, I continued, “Anyways, as I searched Jenny’s computer, I kept getting surprise after surprise. First, I found she frequently visited a website called Literotica and read almost exclusively lesbian fiction. I read some of the stories she had saved on her hard drive and many were similar, submissive lesbian stories. My daughter was clearly a lesbian, clearly submissive and clearly just beginning to learn about her sexuality. I have to admit when I read the story Training Teacher, I actually came hard, imagining myself as the teacher during that seductive parent-teacher interview. I copied the links to some other stories to read at a later date on my own private laptop before continuing to search her computer. I eventually found some saved chats. The more I read the more stunned and shocked I became at what my baby, my sweet innocent Jenny, had been up to right under my nose. I read chats from a Dr. Meg, who was clearly seducing my daughter and read later chats of my Jenny attempting rather bluntly to submit to some stranger online.”

Karen, always one for shock value, announced, “Do you know who Dr. Meg is?”

“No, idea,” I replied, although I was very curious.

“Your next door neighbour,” Karen revealed.

“No!” I responded, visibly shocked. Karen babysat for Meg. She had a young child. It didn’t seem possible.

“Yes,” Karen rebutted, “isn’t that so, Jenny?”

Jenny whispered, almost inaudibly, “Yes.”

“And actually, she is Jenny’s and my Mistress,” Karen revealed.

I couldn’t imagine someone more powerful than Karen, as I responded, slightly dazed by yet another bombshell, “I don’t believe it.”

“Believe it, slut, you will soon be on your knees submitting to her too,” Karen proclaimed.

Megan was a beautiful woman, one whom only a few days previously I had considered as just a friendly, sweet neighbour. But now, with my naughty side unleashed, I could imagine her exactly as Karen described, a powerful Mistress to please.

“Would you like to submit to Megan?” Karen asked.

“Do I have a choice?” I responded.

“We always have a choice,” Karen pointed out.

I realized she was right. I could have prevented this submission from occurring. But a dark side of me, a side I had held in check for a long time, had finally come out of hiding, and once out, there was no going back. “Yes, I suppose so,” I responded, trying to avoid being too committal.

Karen waved her hand dismissively, “We can talk about your submission to your daughter’s Mistress later. Please continue your story.”

I had to think briefly, to remember where I left off, before I continued, “Well, I decided I would have to confront Jenny when she returned from her cheerleading retreat, although I really had no idea how to go about it. I didn’t want her to know I had been on her computer and reading her private stuff. Conflicted and confused, I shut down her computer and contemplated how I would deal with this. I still hadn’t come up with a concrete plan I liked when she returned last night. I had planned to deal with it today somehow, but I guess that is rather irrelevant now.”

“I would say so,” Karen chuckled.

Ignoring Karen’s chuckle and the implications that went along with it, I continued my story, “So, that night, I must confess, I spent hours online, reading story after story on the Literotica website, in the lesbian section. Occasionally, I would click on a story at the end of another story that had similar themes. This led me to the occasional group sex story and, I hate to admit it, a few incest stories. It wasn’t the incest that turned me on, but the utter submission of the mother that did. For example, I…no, never mind.”

“You can’t start and then leave us hanging,” Karen teased.

“No, it’s not important,” I responded, attempting to make it seem like it really was nothing.

“You don’t want to be punished in front of your daughter, do you?” Karen threatened.

“No!” I quickly responded, terrified at what the sexy but powerful teen might do. My face flushed with embarrassment, I admitted, “There was a story called ‘Mommies Make Good Puppies’ and it was about a daughter who dominated her Mom and made her her pet, like a puppy. I can’t explain it, but such utter submission had me so wet, I ended up fucking myself with a brush.”

“You don’t have toys?” Karen asked, flabbergasted.

“No,” I admitted.

“Well, we will change that very soon,” Karen promised.

“Ok,” I agreed, although the smirk on her face had me slightly worried.

“So you fucked yourself with a brush fantasizing about being your daughter’s pet?”

“No, no, no,” I adamantly denied, “I got off on the utter submission, not the incest part.”

“Sure, sure,” Karen responded, dismissing my reasoning.

“No, really,” I countered, desperate to end this incest talk, especially with my daughter in the room.

“Jenny, would you like a new pet?” Karen asked.

My mouth dropped open, mortified at the question. Jenny luckily had the same mindset as me, “No.”

“You sure? Mommy seems like she would be a good little pet. A very obedient little pet,” Karen teased, clearly trying to humiliate me even further.

Jenny shook her head, clearly uncomfortable with the conversation.

Karen shrugged, looking directly at me, “Whatever. So then what happened, slut?”

Thankful the awkward incest conversation was over, I continued, “The next day I did my best to avoid the temptation of my newfound libido, but I ended up spending a few more hours on Literotica. I learned I could search my tags and searched under the lesbian category using tags like submissive, blackmailed, domination, teenager. I don’t know how many times I got off that day, but it was more than a dozen.”

“Wow,” Karen responded, impressed, “When the dam breaks, it really breaks.”

I blushed again, although my face was probably stuck on ruby red forever. Ignoring her comment, I continued, “Which I guess leads us to today.”

“Oh, yes it does,” Karen responded, her sexual innuendo impossible to miss.

I paused, pondering how to even start the bizarre events that led to me in this submissive predicament, this humiliating, yet utterly enthralling submission.

“Let’s go, slut, I don’t have all day,” Karen prodded.

I let out a sigh and began, “So that leads to how I ended up here.”

“And your final submission as my slut,” Karen gloriously added.

“Yes,” I agreed, my shame burning so hot I thought I would look like I was on fire.

“Anyways, there was a knock on the door just before twelve. I was still in my robe, having a very lazy Sunday, quite frankly. I opened the door and it was Karen in her usual cheerleading costume. I told her that you were out at the mall or something, but she said she was here to see me. I invited her in, confused at why she would possibly be here to see me.”

“But your cunt knew, didn’t it?” Karen vulgarly proclaimed.

“I don’t know. I don’t think so, honestly. It didn’t hit me at that moment what your intentions might have been,” I admitted.

“So Karen came into my house and I offered her some iced tea. She agreed and I went into the kitchen to get some. Karen followed and sat down at the table. Once I had poured the iced tea, I returned to the table and sat down.”

Karen pushed the toy fully into my cunt and demanded, “Close your legs, slut.” I obeyed. The toy was now a major distraction.

I continued telling the humiliating story to my daughter, although I changed my narration to tell the story with the dialogue as I remembered it.

I asked, “What can I do for you Karen?”

Karen smiled, “I need some advice.”

“OK,” I replied, “What’s your problem?”

“Well, you may have guessed this already, but I am a lesbian,” she revealed, rather frankly.

I was slightly surprised by her secret, although in retrospect it made perfect sense, although my first thought was to ask if she made my daughter one too. “That is ok, my dear, this is 2011,” I comforted, knowing this was a delicate situation.

“Oh, I know,” she confidently responded, “It’s just how do I tell my Mother? She will freak!”

“Hmmm,” I pondered, “I don’t know, but I have found that honesty is always the answer, although at first there may be a rough patch.”

“How would you respond if Jenny told you she was a lesbian?” Karen asked.

A week ago, it would have shocked me to my core. But now, I just assumed she was. The evidence was all there. “Well, I would support her, of course. I mean, being a woman in the world today is tough enough. Being a lesbian in a man’s world is even tougher. I would hate for her to be an outcast or ridiculed because of her sexual orientation.”

“So you would be ok with it?” Karen questioned.

“Yes, although I’d rather her be straight and eventually get married and have kids and all the other typical American family dream stuff,” I answered honestly, hoping that my daughter was just curious and not actually gay.

“It’s 2011, Mrs. Wyatt, she can still get married and have kids,” Karen pointed out, using my own words against me.

“Oh, I know,” I agreed, but rationalized, “but it will still be tougher to live in today’s society as a gay couple.”

She shrugged, before asking me a question I was not expecting, “Have you ever had a lesbian experience, Mrs. Wyatt?”

“My goodness, no,” I responded.

“Does such an idea disgust you?” Karen asked, her facial expression and tone showing I had offended her.

“Oh, no, no, no,” I tried to recover, “It’s just I grew up in a much more black and white time. You met a boy, got married, had kids, and so forth. Being a lesbian was like being from the wrong side of the tracks.”

“So you have never thought another woman was attractive?”

“Oh sure, I mean I know when a woman is good looking. I have often compared myself to other women, especially when I was married and I saw my hubby checking out younger women.”

“But you never were tempted to do anything with one?”

“No,” I honestly answered, confused at how this conversation had shifted from being about Karen’s coming out to my own non-lesbian lifestyle.

“Never?” she asked, her tone shifting in a way I can’t explain, but implied she thought I was lying.

I too quickly responded, “No, never.”

At that moment, Karen spilt her still half-full glass of iced tea onto her cheerleader’s top. “Oh shit,” she cursed, “I’m so clumsy. If this stains, coach will kill me. I have already wrecked one this year.”

Instantly in Mother-crisis mode, I ordered, “Here, hand it to me. I’ll throw it in the wash.”

She quickly obeyed and stunned me even more when I learned she was not wearing a bra and her young, firm breasts were directly in front of me. I stood still in a slight daze, staring at her breasts. Karen asked, her tone innocent and sweet, “Is anything wrong, Mrs. Wyatt?”

Her words brought me back to reality and I stammered, pretending her firm naked breasts had no effect on me, “N-n-n-n-no, nothing. I’ll go and throw this in the wash.”

I began to leave, but Karen said, “Stop. I got some on my skirt too.” She quickly slipped out of her skirt and was now in only beige thigh high stockings and what appeared to be a pink thong. I wordlessly took the skirt and shirt and quickly rushed downstairs, my head a mess. While I tossed the clothes in my washing machine, I tried to get my head straight. I couldn’t erase Karen’s breasts from my mind. I took a deep breath and chanted to myself, ‘I am not a lesbian’. Finally confident in my self-control, I went back upstairs. Karen was still sitting at the kitchen table, still half-naked.

“I better go and get you a robe,” and quickly went to Jenny’s bedroom. I returned and handed her the robe.

She stood up, “Can you put it on for me?”

A strange request, but wanting her covered up to prevent the impact it was having on me, I obliged. My hands shook slightly as I was so close to this young girl who had caused me to question my sexuality. She stood still and once it was on, she turned around so she was eye to eye with me. She leaned in, I thought to kiss me on the lips, but instead kissed my cheek. A tingle spread to my cunt and I desperately tried to ignore it.

She excused herself to go to the washroom and I waited, the whole time trying to extinguish the fire that was getting hard to ignore. She came back down a couple of minutes later and sat across from me. She returned to our conversation, as if it didn’t miss a beat. “So you have never…ever…thought about another girl sexually?”

“I didn’t say that,” I replied, attempting to make a joke about it.

“So, you have thought of a girl sexually?” she asked, her tone giving just a hint of flirtation.

“I imagine every woman has at some point,” I responded, attempting desperately to make it seem casual.

“Ya think?” she smiled, as I confirmed to myself that she was indeed flirting with me. While my head tried to resist the temptation, the fire down below was getting harder to ignore.

I shrugged, desperately attempting to keep it casual, “Of course.”

I heard a bump on the table and Karen curse, “Ouch, shit, I stubbed my toe again.”

“Are you OK?” I asked, motherly instinct again taking over.

“I think so, can you come and take a look?” she asked.

Without thinking, I dropped to the floor and took her stocking foot into my hand. “I don’t see anything hurt, Karen. I think you…” I began and, as I moved my head to look up, I saw her completely uncovered pussy, her robe casually falling to the side.

“Do you like what you see, Mrs. Wyatt?” Karen asked, her smile giving away any last innocence that may have existed.

“P-p-pardon?” I stammered, thrown by the sudden shift in context.

“You heard me, Mrs. Wyatt, do you like looking at my cunt?” she asked, before adding “You sure seemed to the other day.”

I began to stand up, but felt her hand on my shoulder. “Don’t get up yet, Mrs. Wyatt. Take a good look at the cunt your daughter loves to savour.”

Hearing her confirm my suspicions about my daughter sent a chill up my back, but I obeyed and stayed on my knees staring at the teen’s shaved cunt. It looked so inviting. I couldn’t explain it, but suddenly I wanted nothing more than to taste my daughter’s friend’s cunt. I knew I should stand up, end this silliness right now, but instead I just stared like a teen boy at his first strip show.

“You want to savour it too, don’t you, Mrs. Wyatt?” she teased, opening her legs wider.

I didn’t say anything, although the fact that I was on my knees, in my kitchen, staring at her cunt, was probably the answer already. I tried to resist, to stand up, but I couldn’t. I was helpless and completely at the whim of this beautiful 18-year-old.

“Answer me slut!” she roared, startling me completely.

Being called a slut should have brought me back to reality. I was definitely not a slut. But instead the harsh derogatory name had my pussy getting damper. I stammered like a shy fool, “I-I-I-I don’t know.”

“You don’t know? Really?” she teased, sliding her finger inside her cunt. I watched in voyeuristic awe as she pumped her finger in and out. After a few seconds, she pulled it out and brought it towards my lips.

Without even thinking, I leaned forward and opened my mouth. She pulled her finger back a bit, although her scent lingered just above my nose. “Beg to suck my finger,” she ordered.

I again could have prevented this; stopped my humiliating fall, but all I wanted was to suck her finger, to taste her juice. “Karen, can I please lick your finger?”

“Are you sure?” she questioned, the sticky finger just lingering there in front of me.

Each question slowly weakened me, “Yes.”

“Yes what?” she asked.

“Yes, Karen?” I replied, unsure what she wanted me to say.

She explained, “As soon as your mouth touches my finger, you are mine. I will be your Mistress and you will be my slut. My cunt. My lez. Is that understood?”

The harsh reality she presented me had me reconsider my desire to submit to her. I was not a lesbian! Or a cunt! While I pondered this, she put her finger back in her cunt, coating her fingers with her juice. She brought it to my lips, and said, raising the temptation ten-fold, “Just so you know what you will be missing if you decline.”

As soon as her finger touched my lips, I extended my tongue and tasted the forbidden fruit. I didn’t know what I thought it would taste like, but one subtle taste and I craved more. I moved to satisfy my craving, but she again moved it away.

“So you are ready to submit to me completely?” she asked.

“Yes,” I whimpered without hesitation, my panties now sticky with my own fluid.

“Yes what?”

“Yes, Mistress,” I announced, officially committing to a position I didn’t yet completely comprehend.

She rewarded me by putting her finger at my lips. “Good slut, clean my finger.”

I obeyed, eagerly, like a puppy being rewarded for doing a trick. I savoured her juice, using my lips and tongue to get every drop of juice from her finger.

Once done, she asked, “Do you want to get some directly from the source, Jenny’s Mommy?”

Throwing in my daughter’s name was obviously used to shame me even more, but I was in far too deep to back down now. My eyes stared at the wet, shining pussy directly in front of me. “Yes, Mistress,” I submitted.

Karen repositioned herself so her pussy was at the end of the chair and only inches from my face. “Do you like what you see?” she teased.

“Yes, Mistress,” I responded, a slight moan escaping me.

“Are you wet, slut?” she questioned.

Humiliated, I shook my head in the affirmative.

“Give me your panties,” she demanded, before adding, “actually, get naked slut.”

Mortified, I stood up, pulled open my robe and allowed it to drop to the floor. In only my nightie and panties, I felt instantly vulnerable. No one had seen me naked since my husband passed. I trembled like a drug addict going too long without a fix as I struggled to get my nightie over my head. Once in only my panties, I hesitated.

“The panties too, slave.”

The word slave had extra leakage dampening my panties for some unfathomable reason. I obeyed and she took my panties. “Holy shit, slut, you are soaking wet! Why?”

“I don’t know,” I honestly answered standing naked in my own kitchen.

“Don’t you?” she teased, pulling my hand, implying I should fall back onto my knees. Once on my knees again, she added, “I think you know exactly why you are wet. You want to be my slut, a lesbian sub just like your daughter. You are in exactly the same position your precious little dyke daughter was just a few days ago…on her knees between my legs in this very house. Are you ready to submit completely?”

“Yes, Mistress, I will do anything,” I admitted, attempting to ignore the humiliating reality she kept reminding me I was in.

“I like that. I like that answer very much,” she purred. “Go ahead slut, taste your prize.”

I leaned forward, full of trepidation, slowly. The closer I got to her wet cunt the more intoxicated I got with the scent alone. Finally, after so many years, I finally tasted my first pussy, and as soon as I did, I knew there was no turning back. I licked slowly at first, but once her pussy got wetter from my tongue and the juices began to leak, I became determined to get more and more juice. I licked and I sucked. I probed her pussy lips with my tongue, penetrating her pussy with my tongue, wanting nothing more than to bury myself inside her cunt. Her whimpers became moans, and after a few minutes of random licking and sucking, I felt her hand on the back of my head, pulling me in deeper. I was soon rewarded for my eagerness with an explosion of her cum coating my mouth, lips and nose. She held my face tight against her pussy till long after her orgasm had subsided. Once done, she said, “Well, you are an eager little beaver, aren’t you?”

“Yes, Mistress,” I replied, oddly thrilled by her approval, my face sticky with her cum.

“Crawl to your bedroom, slut, we are just getting started,” she informed me.

My pussy tingled with anticipation at the pleasure I desperately wanted to feel. I fell onto all fours like a dog and began crawling to my room like a puppy, humiliation and desire tearing me apart. She followed me.

Once in my room, she demanded, “Get on your bed, slut and stay on all fours.”

I obeyed and watched, both disappointed and nervous as she left my room. My nerves suddenly came flooding back as I wondered where she was going. She was gone a couple of minutes before returning, now wearing, a strap-on cock. I briefly wondered where she would have gotten such a toy, but decided it no longer mattered.

She got on the bed, “Does my slut want to be fucked?”

“Yes, Mistress,” I replied, wanting nothing more, partly because it had been so long since I had been fucked and partly because of the utter submission I was feeling at the hands of this powerful cheerleader.

Her plastic cock touched my pussy lips and I quivered just a bit, definitely hornier than I had ever been in my life. “My, my, you really are one horny bitch. Hard to believe you are a dyke virgin. Well, your daughter was too until just over a week ago.”

Every time my daughter was mentioned, my shame doubled, yet no matter how much I knew I should stop this before it went any further, my desire to come or please overtook it.

Without warning, she thrust the plastic cock deep inside my wet pussy and I screamed, “Aaaaaaaaaah, yes.”

While holding the cock deep in my cunt she asked, “Who owns you?”

My only desire was to come and the only way to come was complete submission to this radiant, beautiful, powerful teenager, so I answered, “You are, Mistress.”

One quick thrust out and back in increased the sensation in my cunt. “And you will do anything I ask, my dyke?”

“Yes, Mistress, anything,” I whimpered, just wanting her to fuck me, ignoring the unknown consequences of such a commitment.

Three quick thrusts assaulted my pussy, bringing quick pleasure I barely remembered ever feeling.

“Beg to come, slut,” my new Mistress ordered.

Propriety long out the door, I pleaded like a nasty whore, “Oh Mistress, fuck your slut, she needs to come so baaaaaaad.”

Seemingly content with my words, she began to fuck me, hard and fast, with purposeful thrusts that filled my pussy. Each hard plunge into me had me wetter and closer to my much needed orgasm. As my moans got louder, she suddenly pulled out and ordered, “Get on your back, slave!”

I quickly did, assuming she planned to continue fucking me. Instead, I watched as she tied my wrists with her thigh high stockings to my bedposts. I stared at her in utter horror as my helplessness increased, as did my desperate desire to come. Once she had me tied to the bed, she took off the strap-on and left the room, without a word. Frustration filled me both at my weakness and my need to come. I waited over forty-five minutes at least before she came back in drinking a glass of water and texting on her cell phone. Before I could react, she took a picture of me in the most vulnerable and humiliating position I had ever been in.

She shrugged, “Just in case my slut ever decides to deny her place on her knees as my slave.”

She put the water down and left again. I wondered if my humiliation would ever end and suddenly realized that Jenny could be home soon. I called out, “Mistress, please untie me, Jenny could be home any minute.”

Luckily, I thought, Karen came back in, but in her hand now was a vibrator. She walked over and none too gently shoved it in my cunt. I whimpered, my desire to come overriding my worry instantly. She straddled my face and lowered her cunt onto my lips. I began licking, as I assumed she expected, when I heard the door open.

Calmly, Karen explained, “Be a good slut, whore, and I will allow you to come. But there is no reason to hide your new role from your daughter. She has a similar role. Like daughter, like Mother, I suppose.”

Defeated, and restrained, I accepted my role, the toy buzzing in me, as I heard Karen call out, “Get your ass upstairs, Jenny!” Karen rubbed her pussy on my face, using my face and lips to get herself off. I licked as best I could in my suffocated state for another couple of minutes until I heard Karen scream, way over the top, “That’s it Mommy, I’m coming, lick your Mistress’s cunt, yesssss!” She collapsed forward, her cum dripping onto my face.

I lay still, worried my daughter was in my room, yet distracted by the toy inside me. My worry was confirmed when Karen purred, “I bet you are dying to know how this happened?”

My daughter was obviously stunned, as I did not hear one word escape her lips. The silence was broken by my new Mistress, our Mistress, who demanded, “Mommy slut, tell your daughter how you ended up being my personal plaything.”

*****

“Which leads me to now. I am so, so, so sorry, Jenny,” I apologized with both my words and my eyes.

Jenny stared at me, clearly stunned by what she had heard and witnessed.

Karen pushed me back onto my back and began pumping the toy in my pussy. My long pent-up stress and much needed orgasm took control and I again became not Jenny’s Mom, but rather Karen’s slave. “Oh yes, Mistress, please keep fucking me.”

“Are you ready to come, slut?” Karen questioned, testing me in front of my daughter.

“Yes, Mistress, I need to come so bad,” I begged. She left the vibrating toy lodged in me while she quickly tied my wrists to my bedposts again.

“In front of your daughter?” she questioned.

The answer should have been a clear no, yet my need to come superseded logic and my daughter heard me moan, “Yes, Mistress, in front of my daughter. Make me yours completely in front of my daughter.”

Karen returned between my legs and resumed pumping the toy into me and the second she leaned in and took my clit into her mouth, I shuddered and screamed as my long-awaited orgasm followed, “Oh yes, Mistress, I am comiiiiiiiiing!”

Karen kept my clit in her mouth through my entire orgasm, easily the most intense and fulfilling orgasm I had ever felt. Yet, as soon as the orgasm was done, shame overwhelmed me. I had just submitted to my daughter’s friend in front of my daughter. I was mortified. I tried to move but realized I was still tied up. I asked, “Can you untie me, please?”

Karen asked Jenny, ignoring me completely, “How was your day, Jenny?”

Finally hearing her speak again, she said, “I accomplished my task, but it was quite a challenge.”

“You fucked Miss Morgan?” Karen bluntly announced.

“Yes, Mistress,” my daughter replied, sounding identical to me. I was double shocked. First, at hearing my daughter call Karen Mistress like I had been doing all day and secondly learning my daughter had seduced her teacher, assumedly the one I had read about online.

“I want to hear all the juicy details,” Karen said.

“Of course, Mistress, but can we go to my room? I have to also get ready for a date,” my daughter announced. I was instantly curious about my daughter’s date. A couple of weeks ago, I thought I knew everything about my daughter, but now I felt like I didn’t know her at all.

“With who?” Karen asked, her curiosity also piqued.

“Ashley,” Jenny revealed, her voice implying her insecurity, which I still could recognize.

Karen got off the bed, leaving the toy still in me, grabbed my daughter’s hand and began to leave my room. When she reached the door, she turned around and looked at me and ordered, “Stay,” and left, laughing out loud.

I lay there stunned, humiliated and exhausted. How would I ever be able to show my face to my daughter? How would I regain her respect? My mind replayed the past couple of hours in my mind, and I was mortified by what I had done. What had I agreed to? What had I become? Each simple fall of my submission flashed in my head. My shame slowly simmered as the buzzing in my cunt began to take control. I sighed, knowing I was no longer in control. I closed my eyes, awaiting the unknown….

The end….

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my first story………… hope you enjoy x

I met my husband in school, I had been on the gymnastics team at school so was very nimble and quite petite. Even though he wasn’t a jock Pete was in great physical shape, strong and muscular. We weren’t in the same year he was 3 years older. I lost my virginity to him on my 16th birthday and we got married on my 21st birthday. We had tried to start a family, but we had fertility issues, so we just carried on as a childless, married couple. His family were reasonably wealthy, we had enough money so no mortgage and no worries. Pete worked hard and I was his stay at home wife.

It was 10 years later, we were celebrating our anniversary. We had been out for a meal and had had sex twice that night (I said we had sex, not made love), he was a good husband but all we ever did was have sex, a quick missionary position shag, then he would roll over and go to sleep. In our first few years together it was twice every night, but then we fell into the “married routine”, some weeks, I was lucky if we had sex at all.…….

Chapter 1

…….So, the morning after the night before, Sunday around 9:30, I stirred sensing Pete was already awake. I felt him knelt up on the bed behind me. I had slept on my left side, naked, with my arms up in front of my face. He leaned over me and started to kiss the back of my right elbow. Not passionate or sloppy kisses. More like the waft off a butterfly, type kisses, soft and gentle, even sensual.

He slowly moved upwards towards my shoulder, I lay there motionless. I wasn’t awake, or asleep, sort of in that lucid state. But I still, could sense his every touch, his lips delicately wafting over my naked flesh. Slowly he moved down from my shoulder down my back, well not in the middle, but also not on my side. He continued down, over my hips and down my thigh. At this point I helped him out a little, I started to stir a little more out of my slumber and I stretched out my right leg to its longest length possible.

He continued to kiss down my thigh, with each butterfly like kiss I got tingles through my groin and pelvis. He had never done anything like this before and I thought back to that time (he thought I had been looking for his secret). You see I knew he had a locked drawer in his den and in it he kept his collection of videos and magazines. I had observed him late one night jerking off whilst watching a movie. That turned me on so much but why would he not do those kind of things to me?

He kissed behind my knee and I had to give a reaction, it was uncontrollable, you see that was my orgasm spot. On the odd occasion when it wasn’t a quick, (missionary position) shag, I received. If he decided to raise my legs over his strong muscular shoulders, and then force his body on top of my supple slightly built frame, he could make me orgasm just by touching the back of my knee and if he touched behind both knees I could squirt too!!! Oh my god could I squirt. So now he continued to advance down my calf to my ankle, then across the top of my elegant size 4 foot, pausing for a second or two.

Cautiously he started to advance up my calf and around to my knee. I stirred once more, this time moving my left leg outwards at right angles to my right one. I think he knew I was getting more and more awake with each soft and sensual kiss. Progressing up my thigh with his tender butterfly kisses, I moaned, I was about to orgasm, something I hadn’t done in a long time. I moved my right leg out now, it looked like it had had an argument with my left leg. They could not have been further apart. I sensed his hot breath on the inner flesh of my thigh, and his scratchy overnight stubble, but it was scratchy in a good way, not hard like when he had just forgot to shave. By this time I was fully awake and getting nearer and nearer to orgasm.

I could smell my own dusky fragrance. I had smelled it before, after using my toys. Pete bought me toys and let me have “alone time”, as he called it, I think that was his way of condoning himself jerking and fantasising with those videos, (little did I know). His nose now nudged and nuzzled the fleshy folds of my love canal. I took the deepest breath I could, through my nose my olfactory senses went into overdrive. It was a combination of my “Dior”, Pete’s “Joop” and my damp pussy. Surely Pete must be able to smell the sweet yet dusky fragrance. I moaned my delight, moved first my left leg followed by my right, so both thighs were over his broad, brawny shoulders. I felt his tongue start to probe me, pushing my lips out of the way, before he proceeded to lap at my juices, I knew we were in the throws of passion but deep down I needed to know what had triggered such a sensationally arousing, even erotic session from him. As I have said he was a quick shag and roll over type of guy.

I bent my right leg thanks to all those gym classes, (keeping my body very nimble all these years later) so my toe could play with his ear, I knew that would get him going some more. He knew what I was doing too, he knelt up onto his haunches, still with my thighs draped around his neck and shoulders like a scarf. Then I felt his hands, strong, unyielding, rugged hands. The fingers pushing deep, into the soft, peachy flesh of my bum. Then when both thumbs were in the centre next to each other they inserted themselves. Deep into my passion portal. Pulling my soaking wet lips apart to allow his luscious tongue to lap at me like a puppy laps at his master. I screamed some obscenities at him, I squeezed my thighs together gripping around his strong, firm neck. As wave after wave of throbbing surged through my groin, my clitoris pulsated to the rhythm of my pounding heart and Pete’s breath got hotter and heavier. With one final gasp I screamed tensed then relaxed, with a shudder into a heap on the bed. Oh god what an orgasm…….

Chapter 2

…….After ten or fifteen minutes we had both had a little nap and our hot bodies and breathing had almost returned to normal. I found myself rolled onto my left side again. Pete again was knealing on his haunches behind me reaching over, further this time. He reached down towards my bottom bed-side drawer. Where he pulled out my rabbit, he checked the batteries and settled back onto his haunches. Now he started to run his finger along the length of my body from just below my arm, across my waist and onto my hip. Once at my hip his hand moved down across my tingling belly towards my pubic hair, “well it would if I didn’t shave regularly”. Even though Pete and I had an average couple’s sex life, I didn’t like pubic hair on a woman. So I kept it shaven.

His broad right hand moved towards the point where my legs met my torso, where all consenting adults get their most fun. Meanwhile his left hand had started up my rabbit, I could here it buzzing but kept my eyes closed as I didn’t want to know where it was going to land, then. The ears came into contact with my already erect right nipple. I immediately tensed up, almost breaking Pete’s fingers with the pressure, off my thighs and in my groin area. I screamed out Pete’s name and orgasmed straight away, I must not have fully relaxed from the earlier encounter. As I rolled onto my back Pete was still knealing, his nine inches sticking out to attention, just like a soldier. I rolled over further and down slightly, taking his erect love muscle in my hand. I made a gooey noise and said “well is mummy’s little soldier all alone” and with that I opened my mouth, stuck out my tongue and slowly stroked the entire length, from tip to ball sack. Pete’s eyes rolled back and he tensed up slightly. I hatched my plan.

As I have mentioned previously, Pete wasn’t a jock but he did look after himself, gym twice a week and a healthy diet. Now this 34 year old was on his knees with his nine inch tool hanging over me. I was salivating at the thoughts of this lump of man meat pumping creamy hot sperm all over me. But I realised he would need some encouragement. But what to do I thought with a wry smile, my left hand started to rise up his torso “not quite a wash board, but hey ho, it was here and free”. My right hand kept the firm grip it already had on his tool. My tongue started its merry dance, over his purple head and around the aubergine end. Then slowly along his vein encrusted shaft. My left hand finally found its destination, his nipple. He didn’t suffer from man boobs, but he had a nicely honed chest with prominent pecks. With a twirl around his nipple and a quick pinch I got his attention once again and he took an enormous breath in. after playing with his chest and nipple, whilst my tongue titilated his twitching tool. Then I could see the first signs a small damp blob, emanating from the tip of his penis. It was his pre cum juices and I lapped them up.

What could I do to him that was going to give him more pleasure, my left hand moved slowly downwards, as his body tensed. He arched his back and made all his muscles stand out more. My mouth moved up away from his cock, so I started to give him the same butterfly kisses he had started with this morning. Up and down his taught wash board abdomen. Letting my tongue tickle around his navel. He was in seventh heaven but what next, I felt around with my left hand, finally I got it. My rabbit was in my clutches, his horny body was mine I was going to taste his hot cum too (for the first time) as I had never blown him off before, he was more a wham, bam, thank you mam, kind of guy. I switched the toy on very slowly he could obviously hear it and soon he would be feeling it. The large bulbous head of my rabbit teased and tustled, with his testicles. Then the ears went to work, they join forces with my tongue, taking his 9 inch throbbing love length to immediate arousal. More pre cum oozed out of his tight opening, so I turned up the speed. Surely he was unable to tense up much more but he did. Realising the reaction I had just got, I turned my rabbit up full, he took a massive intake of breath filling his lungs, in fact every ounce of his being. Tensing every muscle and sinew. I felt his luscious tool start to throb, and got my mouth ready to taste and swallow his cum. He breathed in even harder and then relaxed and exploded his red hot creamy load. It went everywhere, up my nostrel’s, in my hair, all over my lips, tongue so I licked and lapped it up. Tasting all his salty man juice. I was in heaven. We both collapsed our bodies entwined as one, so what happens next…….

Chapter 3

…….around thirty minutes later, I stirred once again from my delirious sex craved state. Never before had I had such an adrenalin fuelled orgasm, I sensed Pete wasn’t around. I thought I heard him talking, “maybe he was on the phone” I hadn’t heard it ring, maybe he was phoning someone. But, what a funny thing to do, bring me to two amazing orgasms. Then blow his seed all over me, get up and phone someone. I closed my eyes, for whatever he had in store for me, in the next session this anniversary. I wanted it to be amazing and the biggest surprise possible. So what happened next.

Well I kept my eyes closed, I had heard Pete’s voice but no other. He re-entered the bedroom and I could here him whispering, “I brought you a drink” he said as he was on my side of the bed. I stirred, sat up and took a generous mouthful, it was water but cold and refreshing. I was looking at his tattoos he had a tribal design all down the right hand side of his shoulder, down his arm to just above the elbow and all down his torso, through his right groin area and right leg. It was an aborigional infill pattern and I must say it suited his toned and honed body. He had slight love handles as he sat in front of me, partially hunched over. I noticed he had had a new bit of tattoo done, it was a jigsaw puzzle piece, just in the right groin area, where previously he had had an open space.

I sensed someone enter the bedroom behind me. I turned round it was a woman, she was totally naked. I was immediately drawn visually to her left groin area. She too had a tattoo of a jigsaw piece ever so slightly different to Pete’s. Pete said “Sarah, this is Claire”, but who was she? Pete continued “Claire is my mistress & she is here to make love to my wife”, I was stunned. Pete had a mistress and I didn’t know or suspect. I was a little shocked to say the least, I wanted to storm out, I wanted to scream, but neither manifested. Claire came and lay on the bed, she started to stroke my naked body, I tensed up and was very nervous about her being close. Pete spoke “Claire has borrowed a tattoo gun and you are getting your first ink, now”, I didn’t know what to say, I wasn’t against tattoo’s just never thought of having one myself. I felt hazy and semi conscious, then fell backwards onto the bed, I had been drugged.

When I woke a little while later, I had a burning scratchy feeling on my left hand side of my groin, “hush and keep still” a voice said softly. It continued “You now have a tattoo it’s the adjacent piece to Pete’s jigsaw, mine is the piece from the other side”. I want to have my first lesbian action, “Pete has gone to get the video camera ready” Claire continued. Had I heard her right, she wanted a lesbian session with me whilst my husband of ten years filmed our encounter. I didn’t even know he had a video camera. Then he entered the room. All three of us were still naked, but it didn’t phase any of us, was I coming round to the fact Pete had a mistress, that I had had the most awesome morning of sensual even sexual encounter, ever. Claire touched my nipple, “it will all be alright” she said, “I am new to all this too, I only found out Pete was married yesterday”. I couldn’t believe it all. My head was spinning.

Pete set up the camera on its tripod, then got a second camera, a hand held one, oh my god, he was going for this one hundred percent. Claire whispered softly “what other toys do you have?”, I reached down and opened my bottom drawer, and there they were on display, “oh Pete bought me that one too”, she said pointing at a great big black one, “do you mind sharing?”, she continued. In the space of the last half hour I had been drugged, tattooed, found out my husband had a mistress, a camcorder and bought two of the same type of vibrator for us both, my head was in a complete whirl.

Action Pete bellowed out, he was now directing us in a sex scene. Claire had checked the batteries moments earlier, but now she started to touch, pinch and kiss my erect nipples. Oh it felt good, but I longed for Pete to be with me, make the most of it I said to myself, he will be with you in a while. Claire continued with her horny advances, along my cute and quite petite breasts they were only 36C but they were all natural And Pete liked them, well that is what he had always said now I didn’t know. Claire’s breasts were about a 42DD but they suited her athletic 5’10” frame. She used the big black rubber dildo on me, she made me very wet between my legs, but no orgasm.

She withdrew the dildo and continued. She was strong yet sensual, when she kissed me. A closeness only a woman could give I guess (a woman knows what turns a woman on, so that’s what they do to you). Slowly Claire moved her hand lower, down past my navel, over my tummy, down across my bald area and into my hot love valley. She slipped a finger inside, I gasped, then another. Followed by a third and fourth. I spread my legs wide, Pete could never finger me with four fingers, his hand was way too big. But here was Claire four fingers in deep and her thumb rubbing my clitoris, her middle finger stretched out to reach my most inner entrance. I screamed, with pleasure…….

Chapter 4

…….Claire’s tender, slender fingers were all the way inside me. Pete sidling around the bedroom with a camcorder in his hand, a second camera mounted and fixed on a tripod. My husband’s mistress was leaned over me, she could easily over power me as she had such a strong athletic frame (not manly though) and boy was she in control. Pete gave Claire a present, she withdrew her long fingers out of my damp love slot, licked them dry and proceeded to open the present. We both eagerly anticipated its contents, she opened the package, and peered inside. Claire smiled with glee and turned to Pete, proclaiming, just what I always wanted. She pulled the contents out into the open, squealing it’s a strap on! Could my day get any freakier?

Claire stood up, and stepped into the opening on the strap on, it had a large penis to the front but also a smaller penis on the inside complete with nubs all over to rub and stimulate the wearer’s clitoris and love hole. She pulled it up fully, that’s when her demeanour changed. Claire barked at me “ON YOUR KNEES AND HEAD DOWN”, I now became less easy, I did as Claire demanded. I sensed she was behind me, Pete was stalking us around the bedroom. Claire leaned down and licked my pussy, I had only ever had Pete lick me and never very often. But now Claire was in charge, I was grinding onto her face, enjoying her touch, her tongue, her feminine charms. She then knelt up, took the strap on in her hand, and spit on it, rubbed this in with her hand and repeated twice.

Then I felt her enter me. I was so turned on, I was excreting my body fluid all over a sex toy, this was attached to the mistress of my husband, whilst he videoed us in action. Claire reached in and thrust her thumb into my slot. Her second thumb reached in and probed my arse, going in deep until I moaned, from the deepest recess of my stomach. My cunt was dripping by now, the smell of my musty damp hole, I felt the surge, a feeling like I had never felt before, was it because it wasn’t Pete? Was it because it was his mistress? Or was it because it was a sex toy probing me? I wasn’t in control! My senses went into overdrive yet again, I screamed out, felt my love canal tense up, it started to throb and a pure adrenaline surge went through my body! Then I collapsed into the bed once again, my heart pounding with such force I thought it would break out of my chest.

My body calmed back down to its regular rhythm, Pete came over, “I have paused our movie, for this next scene, we are doing things different”, he continued “Claire take the strap-on off, Sarah put it on”. “it’s now your turn to master your lesbian slave, Sarah” he said. So we moved around and I put the strap-on on, it was damp to the touch and I first felt the clitoris stimulator. I immediately found it stimulating I was now the owner of a massive tool. I had a bitch at my beck and call and my husband was happy. I ordered her to roll onto her back, she did. I went down on her, licking out her pussy, I opened her lips with my fingers, and inhaled her wet opening. Oh god it was so intense, I was in sensory overdrive, I could now dart my tongue into her pussy, she squealed like a little girl. I imagined my Pete where I was now, breathing the sweaty musky odour of this woman. I knew nothing about her, for all I know she knew everything about me, the only person who knows everything is walking round the bedroom with a camera, filming the action.

I rose from her wet hole and started to kiss her belly, moved slowly upwards to her ample tits and started to caress them. My tongue darted and licked at her nipples. She arched her back to meet my advances and I placed my entire body upon her. As I lowered my torso over hers, I inserted the end of the strap-on dildo into her slippery slot. And immediately felt the clitoris stimulator press into my most sensitive area. I squeaked with delight, Claire started to writhe with delight but as I only had a slight frame, I was in fear of being thrown off, like a rodeo bull throwing its rider. Then Pete approached me from behind, spat onto his erect penis and inserted it into my tight virginal arsehole. I was now the jam in a Claire and Pete sandwich…….

Chapter 5

…….I thrust forwards into Claire then backwards onto Pete. What a feeling, again forwards and backwards, I started a nice rhythm. Each time I looked forwards into Claire’s eyes, sometimes they looked deep into mine, other times she looked over my shoulder at Pete. I increased my pace as my heart rate pulsed, deeper and deeper, forwards and back. Faster and faster, I was getting wet but nowhere near an orgasm. Claire however, now there was an orgasm waiting to happen. I quickened my pace, thrusting into her and back onto Pete. Her breath started to pant, Pete’s too on the back of my neck, this was great. I was the filling, in their orgasm sandwich. I was fully in charge. I thrust harder and deeper, my pace increased further. My tight arsehole gripping around Pete’s shaft in out, in out, up down, up down. Their breathing got shallower not even panting fully now, just like when a dog had been on a fast run, but without their tongues hanging out. I knew it, just a few more thrusts and I would win, my clitoris was wet, too wet. I was turned on, but, this time I was going to fulfil them both. In out, in out I rocked faster and faster, harder and harder, their breathing changed, in out, in out, faster and faster and then in unison, you might even say stereo. They both tensed up then exhaled and with a loud cry they shouted “OH….. MY…… GOD….. ”. I felt Pete’s length start to pump, throbbing into my arsehole, Claire was riding, writhing, squirming, into her deepest orgasm. Pete collapsed onto me and I collapsed under his body weight onto Claire, his cum oozing out of my arsehole and Claire’s heavy panting and hot breath in my ear.

We rested for a while, then I motioned for Pete to roll off, which he did and I climbed off Claire. I needed some food, what time was it? I looked at the clock, a little after noon. I walked into the kitchen, Pete surfaced, Claire too. I said I needed a little bite to eat………….. nothing heavy I couldn’t stomach anything heavy. Claire and Pete sat at the table, I suggested a yoghurt, Pete screwed his face up but Claire smiled and said “yes please, any flavour”. As we were eating our yoghurts Pete’s tool , appeared to be sad, hanging limp and lifeless. Looking down at the floor, I looked across at Claire and caught her eye. I motioned with my eyes towards Pete’s groin. She stood up appearing to walk to the sink. As she passed him she looked down to see his sad member looking so forlorn. She dripped the remnant of her yoghurt right into Pete’s lap, bullseye, it landed right on his member. He jumped up, shouting “you daft bugger”. Claire slyly looked at him, bent down onto her knees and started to lick the yoghurt off him. He sat back down on the chair a smirky grin on his face, I thought we girls needed to teach him a thing or two.

Once he was seated, Claire straddled his thigh, her hot wet lips immediately sliming where she sat and her finger nails digging into his chest just enough to hurt but not enough to break the skin. “I have something to soothe the pain” I said, he looked at me and said “please”. I took my yoghurt pot and poured it over his tattooed pecks, Claire went into overdrive. She covered him with sloppy kisses and lapped at his heavy pulsing chest. This got him so aroused, he rose from the chair grasping under Claire’s buttocks and carried her, astride him back to the bedroom. He placed her down on the bed and lowered his strong muscular body on top of her, he entered her wet slippery hole (very easily) and when he was balls deep, he lifted her legs over his shoulders. I was jealous, god I was jealous. Once he had her legs where he wanted them he rolled forward once again, doubling Claire up so her calves were almost by her ears, I thought (if that had been me, I could have wrapped my legs behind my own head) I was still that supple. Once he was comfortable and safe (well he thought he was) I quietly crept into the bedroom, you see I hadn’t removed the strap-on and now it was his turn.

I crawled onto the bed behind him, the strap-on still glistening with Claire’s juices. I lifted onto my feet so I was squatted behind him and slowly and surely started to enter him. He looked over his shoulder and winked, I was shocked, had he planned this all along. I rode him deep, bareback, humping his very being. I scrapped my nails down his strong muscular back, he seemed to like this too. What could I do, my husband of ten years knew my every move before I made it, I withdrew the strap-on almost to the point where it would fall out, then thrust it back in him. It took his breath away slightly, so I did it again. A little harder then harder still. He was panting hard and making moaning noises (pleasure or pain), I wasn’t sure. I got my thumb, this nail was slightly longer than my finger, I pressed it hard against the rim of his arsehole and he screamed. Now this time I knew, it was pain and I loved giving it to him…….

Chapter 6

…….His adrenalin kicked in by now and the pain seemed to subside. So I withdrew, I removed the strap-on, and joined them once again on the bed. Claire’s legs still over Pete’s strong shoulders, Pete humping her very regular. I looked at his ball sack, it was bashing against Claire’s pussy and arse. I said out loud “you poor thing, do you want some attention” and with that I opened my mouth and took his sack in. Pete was delighted, you see he trimmed his pubic hair neatly also under his arms, but as for the rest of him he was hairless. At the gym where he attended, they had a grooming facility, and once a month he had a waxing and massage.

I had images going through my mind once again. What services did Pete, get at the gym I thought. He always came back refreshed, my mind wandered. You see I went to a gym, about three times a month, just a mild workout for me and ladies only, Pete insisted on that. But his was a mixed facility, and I thought what if the beauty therapist’s, were female and offered, extra’s. The thought washed over me, did he get other kicks, a blond beauty, after inflicting pain by waxing him. Massaging his taught body then stroking him and giving his cock a rub, a suck, or even straddling him and riding him. This thought turned me on, I started to masturbate myself, sucking his balls, fingering myself and getting very, very wet. I brought myself off this time, to a quiet but truly fulfilled orgasm.

Pete was now pumping harder inside Claire, she was moaning deliriously, with joy I hope. I couldn’t keep his sack in my mouth, so I got up, found the camcorder and pressed record. As I stepped around the bed filming the two of them fucking each other like two rabbits, on heat. They both worked up into frenzy; moaning, groaning, sweating and swearing at each other. Until the two of them, finally orgasmed together. Pete rolled off and onto his back, Claire rolled towards him, raising one leg to rub his hot sweaty thigh and I put the camera down, to crawl across the bed to be on his other side. Replicating Claire’s pose with my leg rubbing his other thigh, Pete spoke “I am so glad you two get on”, he continued “you see Claire’s lease is up on her apartment and I want her to move in with us”. “she can have the spare room, for most of the time and we can have threesome’s once a month”. “What do you think, Sarah”, he said and with that we all fell in to a deep restful sleep, with sweet dreams of our last few hours of exploits.

The end.

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