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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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This is one of an occasional series of stories set at Hirstmere Hall, a girls-only boarding school in the south of England. It is the same location as my series ‘In The Headmistress’s Study’ (which I will be continuing), but those stories take place in 1961 and these are present-day. The story is fiction, and any resemblance to real persons or places is purely coincidental.

copyright: Lesley Tara, 2010

My name is Selina, and I am a pupil at Hirstmere Hall, an expensive boarding school for girls, located in the rolling green countryside of southern England. I have just turned sixteen years old, and all my friends say I am as pretty as a doll. I have thick dark curly hair which falls to my shoulders, deep large brown eyes in a heart-shaped face, a clear pale complexion and pink rosebud lips. I am also quite petite – only five foot three inches tall, with a narrow waist and a slender body – well, slender in most places, because my chest has already developed quite a lot, more than nearly all the other girls in my class. With my height and build, my tits are even more noticeable than is warranted by their actual size (28C), and I get quite a lot of interested looks. Oh – you think I mean when I’m out and about, right? No, no – I mean here, at this isolated boarding school for girls aged 13 to 18, and with its female-only teaching and support staff. Some of these looks are from other girls in my own class, some are from older pupils – even Sixth Formers and prefects – and, just recently, I have noticed some from a few of my teachers as well!

I am quite inexperienced, but I know enough to know what these looks mean, and what would follow if I chose to encourage and respond to them. As it is, I tend to maybe preen and flounce a little more when I get these signals – I can’t help it, they just give me a kind of electric buzz all over. I am not completely naive, and I’m not still a virgin. Last summer, Jane, my best-friend here at school, came to stay at my house for a couple of weeks; we like to cuddle a bit anyway, and had begun masturbating each other – so much more fun than doing it for yourself! However, in her enthusiasm, Jane pushed her fingers into me a bit too far and firm, and broke my hymen (it didn’t hurt really, and so, at her request, I promptly performed the same service for her). Anyway, up to now Jane is the only person with whom I have had any sexual experience, and that was really quite limited.

My favourite subject is art, probably because I am really quite good at it – I have always been able to draw and paint well, and the tuition is giving me more skill and understanding in matters like composition, the use of a palette of colours, and so on. The art teacher for my class this year is Miss Reeve, and I really like her. I guess she is a little over thirty, though it’s hard to tell; she is a redhead, with a lovely mane of orange hair, and has quite a curvy figure – I think she must work out in the gym, for, as far as one can tell under her smart skirt-and-jacket suits, her stomach is flat and her shapely butt and legs are completely free of any flab.

About half of the teaching staff live in accommodation on the school premises; this is partly because they have duties in overseeing the pupils outside the classroom hours, on evenings and weekends, and partly for the convenience and the cheapness of it. They are all single, of course, and mostly under forty years old, and their number includes Miss Reeve – I quite often see her strolling around the grounds on a pleasant evening, with one of the other teachers for company; Miss Champney, one of the science teachers, seems to be a particular friend.

Miss Reeve has been complimenting my art work for some time, and helping me to improve it. Sometimes, when she stands close behind me and takes hold of my hand, guiding my pencil or paintbrush to show me the effect that she means, I feel quite nervous and flustered, and then when she glances at me with a knowing sort of smile, I blush and feel kind of twitchy. Jane said a week or two ago, as we lay on her bed in the two-person room which we share (the school tries to put friends together as room-mates if possible), that she thinks Miss Reeve fancies me, but I was doubtful. At the time I wasn’t really taking in what Jane was saying; we had discarded our panties and pulled our uniform skirts up around our waists, and our fingers were gently massaging up and down the length of each other’s parting and moist pussy lips. One reason for my dismissing the notion was that there is a kind of unwritten rule at the school that the teachers don’t get involved with girls who are under seventeen years old, although we pupils are pretty much free to do what we want with each other, as long as no one is coerced and it is kept discretely out of sight – it is a very relaxed and liberal regime here in that respect, although they are very strict against any drugs or alcohol. The system seems to work and, not surprisingly, most of the girls go down the avenue which is left open to them (hmm, I wonder if this is deliberate?), and get their kicks from intimacy with each other rather than from harmful substances.

Last week, Miss Reeve offered to give me some special tuition out of the normal classroom hours, on Tuesday and Thursday evenings; she said that she always had preparation work to do in the art studio for at least an hour after dinner (which is from 6.00 to 7.00 p.m.), and it wouldn’t be any bother at all – I could spend more time on my pictures, and get up to a higher standard. I was ever so keen and grateful, eagerly accepting her offer and thanking her profusely; I love sketching and painting, and it honestly never crossed my mind that she had an ulterior purpose. However, when I went there for the second session, yesterday evening, I discovered that she certainly did!

It took me the first ten minutes to complete the crayon sketch I had begun, under her guidance, in the first of these private extra sessions. It was a still life of a vase with some flowers, and when I was done Miss Reeve came over to look at it. She made a number of useful points but in general was complimentary, and she concluded by giving me an appraising look and declaring that she thought I had a lot of potential, which made me glow with pleasure.

‘Well, Selina, I think you are ready to try something new – something a little more advanced’, said Miss Reeve.

I was flattered and intrigued, and asked what she meant. Her reply was that the greater challenge was to draw something that was alive, and the human body most of all – getting the shape and musculature to look convincing was the real test of an artist.

‘You really need to draw a nude, Selina – it’s the best practice there is.’

I gaped at her – I know my mouth was hanging open in surprise – and for a moment I wondered if she was joking, but she was looking at me quite seriously, as if such a thing was perfectly normal. Well, perhaps it was, I thought, remembering how so many of the great artists had sketched and painted nude figures. However, there seemed to be a flaw in her proposal, and I pointed out that we didn’t have a model for me to draw. Miss Reeve looked at me again, hesitated just fractionally, and then with a bright smile explained that well, yes we did, this was one way she could help me – she would be my model! I was thunderstruck, never having envisaged such a thing, and I felt a strange hollow feeling in my stomach and a peculiar heaviness in my pelvis. I felt a little relieved when Miss Reeve went on to say that it wouldn’t be a full nude, of course, but that I would draw her from the waist up – this would give plenty of difficult angles and curves for me to try and capture.

As I stood rooted to the spot, my teacher walked to the door and locked it from the inside. Turning back to me and smiling, she said that we must not have any interruptions – someone might not understand that it was art. I nodded, still mute with surprise, and then watched dry-mouthed as she casually slipped off her soft purple cashmere cardigan and the pale lilac silk blouse underneath which complemented it so tastefully, hanging both on the back of her chair. I was dumbstruck and saucer-eyed as she faced me again, wearing her smart and tight black knee-length pencil skirt and the black boots which came up almost to meet it, but above that only a quite skimpy black demi-cup balcony bra, which pushed up her quite large well-rounded breasts. Miss Reeve cleared the few things on her desk away to another table, and then she called me over. Turning her back, she casually asked me to unhook the bra for her – with unaccountable nervousness, it took my fumbling fingers three attempts to release it, and every time my fingertips touched the warm bare flesh of her back it was like getting an electric jolt. Finally, the bra fell away – I was left holding the thin gauzy fabric, still warm from her body, as she turned round, shaking her head to settle her flowing locks of bright ginger hair – and, in the process, making her full breasts bounce and jiggle in a disturbingly eye-catching way. Just for somewhere else to look, I glance down at her bra, and saw with interest that she took a size 32D; certainly, hers was the figure of a mature woman, her breasts being at least four sizes larger than my developing ones.

Miss Reeve sat on her desk, crossing her legs – her black skirt and boots making a striking contrast with the soft pink of her naked flesh. Then she put her hands out behind her to brace herself in the pose, which had the consequence of thrusting her breasts upwards and outwards to give me a three-quarter profile viewpoint. She had instructed me to ignore her face, and to concentrate on drawing her body from her skirt waistband up to her shoulders and base of the neck. Of course, by far the most prominent part of this was her breasts, and so my eyes were constantly upon them, drawn back again and again as I tried to capture their confident jut, their womanly fullness, and a sense of their firm softness. After twenty minutes of quiet work, during which the room seemed to be getting warmer, Miss Reeve called me to bring my sketch over to the desk, where she inspected my progress.

‘Hmm, yes, Selina – not bad, not bad at all, especially for a first effort’, was her encouraging verdict. She explained how to shade in the area around the base of the neck and shoulders to suggest both the delicacy and yet the strength of the bones beneath. Then, tracing her finger over where I had drawn the outline of her breasts, she shook her head a little.

‘I don’t think you are getting the breasts quite right, Selina. Well, to draw something, you need to understand it, to really know it – that’s why drawing something from photographs, rather than life, never works as well. Here,’ she continued, ‘feel the texture – really feel it!’

To my amazement, she took my nerveless right hand and placed it on her breast, covering the nipple – which to my shock was incredibly hard and firm. From a distance of only a few inches, she looked me directly in the eyes, unflinchingly and challengingly:

‘Go on, Selina, get to know what you are drawing,’ she said softly, but it was dawning upon me that I was scheduled to be learning something much more here as well. Hesitantly, conscious of the warmth of her body and the smooth texture of her skin, I moved my hand around her breast, and I made no murmur of resistance as she took my left hand and placed it on her other breast. I traced my fingers around her aureoles, admiring the stiff pinkness of her extended nipples, and then cupped the heavy soft weight of her breasts in my hands.

‘Good … that’s very good, Selina, you’re getting the idea.’

Well, yes, I was … and it was making me quite hot and bothered down between my legs, warm and sweaty and moist, and my own nipples were stiffening as the palms of my hands rubbed once again across my teacher’s tits. Then, she took things a stage further.

‘To capture the essence of something you must open up all your senses, Selina; not just sight, and even not just touch as well – you need to taste it, to smell it!’

Miss Reeve reached gently behind my head, and drew my face down towards the breasts that were filling my hands. She guided my mouth to the nipple of her right breast, and it just seemed the most natural thing in the world for my lips to part, her pink tit sliding right between my dry lips, and for my tongue to seek it, licking around and across it. Instinctively, I began to suck and nibble as well, and was rewarded for my efforts by the groan of pleasure that she gave, her back arching. Her legs uncrossed and spread apart, and I saw from the corner of my eye that this had made the pencil skirt ride up to half-way along her thighs.

As my licking and sucking became more confident, my surprise evaporating and a new-found enthusiasm taking its place, Miss Reeve gently stroked my hair and murmured sweet encouragements. Then, she played the final card in her accomplished lesbian seduction – she slipped her right hand under my skirt, hoisting it upwards as her fingers found their target – my crotch, my Venus mound. I gave a kind of startled squeal when I felt her first intrusion into my most private, most intimate place, and then my hesitations evaporated – I felt a liberating sensation of pure pleasure, and knew that this was what I wanted, what turned me on.

‘Ooooh, Miss – aahh, that feels so good, please do it more, touch me more!’ I begged, and a wide smile spread across my lesbian tutor’s attractive features. She drew my head up from her tits with her left hand, and kissed me firmly and passionately – a real sexual kiss, a kiss of desire, a kiss that said clear as words ‘I’m gonna fuck you’. All through this, she kept her right hand stroking the crotch of my panties, and then with a nimble twist of the fingers she slipped them around and inside the gusset, and for the first time I felt the incredible pleasure of the penetrating fingertips of an experienced and confident lesbian woman.

Miss Reeve jerked my panties several inches down off my hips, so that they hung across between my legs, halfway up my thighs. Her fingers pressed on the flesh on both sides of my Venus mound, and squeezed my puffy pussy lips together. I moaned as a wave of sexual desire washed through me, and almost without thinking I responded by shoving my right hand up the dark opening of Miss Reeve’s skirt, questing for her cunt. What I found was a surprise which at first stopped me in my tracks, and made me realise that all this had been carefully planned. My delving hand did not, as I had anticipate, meet the gauzy fabric of the panties matching her bra – instead, I found her naked pussy flesh, warm and giving and inviting.

Miss Reeve shifted position slightly, and then told me to unbutton and unzip her skirt – it had concealed fastening on her hip. When I had done so, she lifted her ass of the desk for a moment, and without being told I swiftly pulled the skirt down her legs, and dropped it on a chair behind me. Now Miss Reeve was completely naked apart from the black boots – their presence making the effect even more enticing, the sole element of clothing highlighting the absence of everything else. She slid off the desk to stand with her buttocks resting against its rim, her feet spread quite wide apart. Then she took my head and, with a gentle pressure on my shoulders which clearly communicated that I should kneel or settle on my haunches, she drew my face towards her cunt.

I was amazed – never had I thought that I would be doing this, never mind enjoying it so much! It spoke to something inside my psyche, released something in me which I had suppressed even whilst enjoying the friendly cuddles with Jane, and suddenly I was consumed by a raging molten lava of lesbian desire which surged irresistibly through me and erupted from my drenched vagina. I began avidly to lick and munch on her pussy, and my art teacher’s breathing turned to rasping pants and gulps of air, in between which she exhorted me go deeper, to work on her harder. Then she began to use dirty words, increasingly incoherently, as her shoulders shook and her ripe breasts swayed above my head.

‘Fuck, oooh, fuckit, Selina, yes – go for it, yes, do me like that – you little hot bitch, eat my cunt, eat me out! … aaaah, yes, yes, Selina, more, shit! ooooh! … fuck, make me come, make me really come, you sexy cunt, aaaaaaaah, yes – I’m coming, yes!! YES!!!’

Her sobs and shrieks became a crescendo, her whole body vibrated and trembled, and then soft warm spicy juices splashed onto my tongue and across my cheeks. As she subsided, I brought my head up for air, sticky but exultant – had I just made a grown woman come, had I just eaten out the cunt of my own teacher? Well, yes, it was clear that I had!

I felt the blood hammering through my veins, was conscious of the sweat on my back and breasts, and most of all was aware of the unfulfilled burning desire down between my legs. I swiftly undid my uniform skirt and let it drop, following it with the panties that were already at half-mast, and kicking both aside. Before I had the chance to unbutton my shirt – I think I was so impatient that I would have just torn it off, letting the buttons fly in all directions – Miss Reeve drew me back into her arms for a loving kiss, and then she took over. She undid my school tie and her fingers flew down the front of my shirt, nimbly opening every button and then slipping it backwards off my shoulders. My teacher reached round behind my back to unsnap my plain white cotton bra, and it was allowed to fall onto the pile of my discarded clothes. All I was left with – matching my teacher, which I liked, was my school shoes and my knee-high white socks.

Miss Reeve slipped her hand between my legs again, and teased her fingertips along my labia, sliding just a centimetre so into my vagina. I sensed her caution and reluctance, and asked her what the problem was. Her reply was that I was still a virgin, and she needed to take care not to break that. I felt suddenly very grown up, and told her not to worry – I wasn’t a virgin, though I had very little experience of being penetrated.

‘Ah’, breathed Miss Reeve in understanding, smiling at me; ‘young Jane, was it? – you make such a nice pair together, and anyone can see that she’s really sweet on you … I do hope she isn’t going to get jealous about this.’

My head was in a whirl from her casual comment – did Jane actually fancy me that way, and our fumblings weren’t just friendly comfort and experimentation, but the sexual relations of lovers … of lesbian lovers? I tasted that thought experimentally, and was amazed to find that not only was it not alarming, but that it was pulsatingly exciting.

‘No, she won’t be’, I said, ‘she’s already guessed that you wanted me.’ Then I continued, with a new decisiveness: ‘anyway, I’m assuming this is going to happen every Tuesday and Thursday evening’ – Miss Reeve gave a smiling confirmatory nod – ‘so she’ll have to accept it, because I’m not giving this up, and I’m not giving her up either!’ I’m not normally so assertive, or at least I never used to be, but this I knew with total confidence – I wanted my friend to be my girlfriend, but I also wanted all the fucking I could get from this stunning and experienced mature lesbian.

‘Well now’, said Miss Reeve, ‘if you’re not a virgin, then I know just the thing for you, my girl!’

She went to a locked store cupboard – in class, we had often wondered what it contained, as it was never opened. The answer seemed at first disappointing – there was paper, pens and paint brushes, though I realised they were of high quality and must be Miss Reeve’s own items. Then she opened a small drawer, from which she withdrew an oblong tin box, rather like a cash box. Once this was unlocked, I saw its contents and gasped – just because I had never seen one before didn’t stop instant recognition, for it was obviously a strap-on dildo.

Miss Reeve brought it over in her hand, and then she gently pushed me to where she had previously stood, my ass pressed against the rim of the desk, my legs about two feet apart. Holding the intimidatingly long – and wide, my God! can one take something that thick? – plastic phallus by its base, she pressed its bulbous knob against my pussy and rubbed it quite firmly up and down my cleft. I shuddered, a thread of fear running through my churning desire, heightening it to an all-consuming flame. I could tell how intensely Miss Reeve wanted to give me this, wanted to spear it into me, impale me on its shiny plastic length. Her eyes glittered, her cheeks were flushed and her features had a rigid edge, as she rubbed it against me with greater insistence. She leaned close, her breasts compressing against mine, her hard nipples pressing into my soft girl-flesh, and her hot breath was in my ears as she whispered in a throaty rasp:

‘Do you want this? Do you want it, babe? Tell me you want it – tell me, and I’ll take you, I’ll have you – you’re mine, and I want you, so take it, take it all for me!’

I babbled my consent – more than that, my desperate eagerness:

‘Oh Christ, Miss Reeve, yes – take me, fuck me, please, just ram it into to me … oh God, yes, split me open, fuck me, please, please! – any way you want me, just do it, just do me … please, now!’

Her delight at the way I had been transformed into a total wanton lesbian slut was apparent, and she kissed me hungrily whilst one hand groped for and mashed my breast, so firmly that there were finger-shaped bruises for the next day or so (Jane admired them and kissed and licked them better, but I had to be careful to conceal them when changing for gym class). Her other hand pushed the dildo an inch or so into me, making me gasp at the width of the intrusion. Miss Reeve broke away and took a step back, and then stepped into the harness of the strap-on and tightened its buckles. I felt another tinge of apprehension as its full size was revealed, sticking out from her crotch horizontally like a pink plastic battering ram. However, the art teacher looked incredibly sexy, masterful and mature, with her black boots and the black leather codpiece on which the dildo was mounted, and at the prospect of what I was about to receive I felt my knees go rubbery and fluids seep from my cunt down my inner thighs.

At first, Miss Reeve left me in position facing her, so that I could see everything. She sat me on the desk with my legs spread open, and she brought the tip of the dildo to brush against my distended labia. Then, taking a firm grip on my hips, she pressed it inwards, not so much forcefully as with a firm and confident pressure. My vaginal tube opened up for her, stretching to a capacity I never dreamed that I had, although I felt incredibly filled and stretched in the process – and so entered, so fucking penetrated, that all the breath was driven from my lungs and I just gasped. Actually, she had only gone in maybe three inches, and she flexed her hips to pull the shaft most of the way back – but not right out – and then stroked it in again with the same calm assurance. My eyes nearly bugged out as I saw it sink in further, at least another inch, and even more when the next insertion entered me further still. She adopted a steady rhythm, and then began to speed it up – in response, my legs arched further apart and my pussy stretched wider, until unbelievably the whole length of the thing (I thought it was vast, but it was probably only seven inches) went into me with every thrust, the faceplate of the dildo mounting pressing right up against my labial lips.

Miss Reeve continued like this for a dozen or so deep thrusts, carefully watching my face to gauge my reactions. She cupped my breasts in both of her hands and squeezed my nipples, making me get even looser and wetter – so, I remember thinking in a euphoric daze, these things are wired up to each other after all! Then my teacher pulled the plastic cock all the way out of my pussy, but before I could protest she gestured me to turn round – and suddenly I knew, with a rush of lust, what was next. She braced me on the desk – I gripped the further edge with my hands, and rested my forehead on the wood, which allowed me an amazing view backwards, through the gap between my hanging and swinging breasts, down my stomach to my mound, where I saw her reinsert the dildo. My legs were now spread wider apart, and she took a firm grip around my waist and began to drill the fake cock in and out of me, rapidly reaching a much faster and harder tempo than when I had been facing her. I began to gasp for breath as the angle of her penetrations made the ridges of the dildo rasp over my clitoris, driving me nearly insane with desire. I don’t know what I was saying, in broken cries and shrieks, foul language that would never otherwise cross my lips mingled with desperate beseechings to be fucked even harder, even deeper. Suddenly, one of her hands left my hips and seized my hair, jerking my head upwards and backwards, arching my spine and lifting my chest off the desk. Her thrusts became even firmer, and her other hand reached round to grab one of my wildly jiggling breasts and maul at it (it was the same one that had been mashed before, so it was tender and receptive – I think most of the bruises that appeared later were actually from this final frenzied fucking. Miss Reeve was slamming the dildo into me so hard that I was almost being lifted off my feet by its impact, and I gave a hoarse scream as I climaxed – my thighs trembled, my hips bucked frantically back against her pile-driving impalement, sweat poured down to pool in the small of my back, my nipples felt like they were on fire, and my whole body shook from top to toes in an explosive orgasm – my first real one, my first true fucking by a woman.

I slumped down on the desk, my stomach slicked with sweat, floundering and gasping for air like a landed fish. With real tenderness, Miss Reeve stroked and massaged my back – I shall always remember her loving gentleness in that moment of extraordinary calm after the passing of the raging storm. She traced her fingers down my spine, and rubbed in gentle circles around the small of my back, even as she moved her hips and gently slid the length of the dildo out of my battered but electrified vagina. Leaning forwards, she kissed the back of my neck, then each shoulder blade, and then down my back, as I luxuriated in her tender care and the knowledge that I was truly now a woman – not a girl who had semi-accidentally lost her hymen and then done some fooling around with an equally inexperienced friend, but a female who had the knowledge of what it was to be totally filled, ridden hard and shafted deep, and fucked to climax.

I lay there blissfully for a few moments, aware that Miss Reeve had removed the strap-on, wiping it with a damp cloth and drying it before restoring it to its box and cupboard. In the process, I savoured the sight of her moving around the art room, wearing only her black boots – I admired the full jut of her ripe breasts, the lithe ripple of her ass as she moved, and I knew that she knew I was looking at her body with desire, the lust of a lover who is already beginning to count the minutes until next time. She smiled back at me, enjoying in her turn the delectable prospect of naked teenage girldom that I presented, with my legs still spread open and my butt up in the air. I realised that it was an incredible compliment, that she had found me so attractive, so sexually desirable, that she had needed to take me for herself now, and before any other teacher grabbed me first. I was so pleased and thrilled, and resolved to myself to be worthy of both her trust and her lust – to give her my body whenever she wanted it, with passion and energy and, yes, with love.

Miss Reeve handed me a towel and I dried off my sweat, enough at least to be able to put my underwear and my school uniform back on for long enough to walk through the halls and corridors back to the landing where the rooms for the girls in my year were located, and then to head straight for the showers! I would tell Jane all about it, of course, under oath of secrecy; I knew I could trust her, and anyway had formed instant plans to take my relationship with her much further into definitely sexual territory – I would tell her about it after lights-out time, in bed together, naked and with our legs entwined and pussies rubbing against each other, and I would stick my fingers deep inside her as I did so, matching my account of Miss Reeve’s dildo penetrations with a finger-fucking of my roommate’s pussy and clit at the same time.

Before I left the art studio, Miss Reeve and I kissed again, and once more she slipped her hand underneath my skirt, giving my mound a caress and a possessive squeeze. As my lips parted in a little moan from the pleasure induced by my teacher’s touch, she kissed my neck and then said, her eyes dancing with merry delight:

‘Oh, yes, Selina – you have definitely got potential!’

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It’s been a while. Half stories/fantasies sit unfinished on my laptop. At last I have found the enthusiasm to finish one! I hope you enjoy, constructive comments are always appreciated.

I had met Peter in my late teens, he was my first boyfriend, he took my virginity, we had been together for many, many years. Sex was very average, it wasn’t until the explosion of erotic fiction onto the book market that I started to realise how crap he actually was. Sex was often uncomfortable, I never climaxed, he continually wanted me to suck him off but never gave me oral. He introduced me to porn later on in our relationship, I must confess I never could get into it but what did seem to turn me on was girl on girl action. My pussy would become wet, for the sake of my sanity, it was easier to suggest a porn film with lesbian action, me to put myself on all fours, watching it, while he happily banged away. I still never came but at least my cunt became lubricated to accommodate him. I masturbated alone at every opportunity.

When I was in my late thirties, I had a really good friendship with a lady called Lynn. We got on instantaneously on our first meeting, similar likes and dislikes and good company. I knew she was a lesbian and I confess some of my lonely masturbation sessions were helped along by closing my eyes and fantasising that Lynn was with me. We had been friends for many years and never once did she show any interest in me and to be honest how would I react if she did, probably run away in blind panic?

My relationship with Peter was getting to the point where one of us needed to do something about it. Sex didn’t happen thank goodness, he was working all hours and the rest of the time he was out socialising with his rugby mates. I was discontented and lonely, feeling finally that this relationship could not carry on, we lived together but that was no longer an excuse and it was time I did something about it.

Peter had gone away on a rugby weekend and Lynn knew I was alone and invited me to supper on the Saturday night. She was an excellent cook, so armed with a couple of bottles of good wine, I drove to her home looking forward to a relaxed evening with my friend.

The food had been delicious, having finished puddings and cleared away, we moved to the lounge area, flopping down on the sofa to continue the second bottle of wine.

‘You’re not yourself tonight. What’s going on with you, is it that useless article, Peter again?’ Lynn asked.

I sighed deeply,

‘Oh Lynn, you know me too well. I really cannot stay living with him any longer. We are with each other purely out of habit and it isn’t doing either of us any good.’

‘Do you love him?’ she enquired.

‘Hell no, the love died a long time ago. Actually, I don’t even know if you’d call it love. Teenage lust probably. I am really no longer attracted to him, our sex life doesn’t happen and wasn’t any good when we did!’ I complained.

‘How…..what…..do you mean?’ Lynn pushed.

‘Well, he took my virginity, had no idea what foreplay was, expected me to suck him off but wouldn’t reciprocate and as for an orgasm for me, he wouldn’t know what one was! Oh my god Lynn, I’m sorry to be so blunt, I can’t help but say it as it is!’ I apologised

Lynn laughed,

‘Don’t apologise, I’m sorry I am laughing, it’s not funny, I can’t believe you are still with him after all these years if that’s the way he treats you.’

I couldn’t help myself as the tears pricked the backs of my eyes and started to roll down my cheeks. Lynn shuffled over from the other end of the sofa and sat facing me sideways on, pulling me into her shoulder.

‘Hey, don’t cry! You deserve so much more. You are beautiful, kind and funny. Don’t ever forget that, his loss is someone else’s gain.’

I snuffled into her shoulder, grateful for her support when I felt so low.

‘Hey, look at me.’ She pushed my shoulders away from her and I brought my eyes up to look at her.

She moved forward and kissed me softly on the lips. I pulled back in shock at the contact. Taking my face in both her hands, she kissed me again, her lips softly bushing against mine and then I felt her tongue stroke the seam of my lips. I exhaled, opening my mouth to accept her tongue as she gently pushed for a deeper kiss. Her tongue explored my mouth, stroking inside, increasing the pressure and my heart started to beat so fast. I was not sure how to react, part of me was so unsure but that other nagging part of me wanted it and more.

She pulled back, smiling at me and stroking my cheek. Her caresses continued, her hands stroking the sides of my neck, below my ears and down to my collar bone, just soft, delicate touches, her other hand at the back of my neck, relaxing me with her touch. Her fingers moved to the v in my blouse, slowly undoing the buttons, lower and lower until she had them all undone and was pulling the fabric out that was tucked in my skirt exposing my front to her.

Again, her fingers danced lightly over my skin moving back up to my decent size breasts enveloped in my sheer flesh coloured bra. My nipples pebbled hard under the gauzy translucent fabric and her knuckles skimmed tantalisingly over them, the pads of her fingers fondling the flesh above the top of the cup of my bra. My heart was beating furiously, my pussy felt wet and my cunt ached unbearably, I felt drunk, partially from the wine but predominately from her attention.

Lynn moved forward again kissing me open mouthed, inviting me to explore her with my own tongue. Hesitating nervously, she sucked my bottom lip with her own, releasing it with a sigh, I flicked out my tongue and licked her lips, finally plucking the courage up to venture my tongue into her mouth. Our kiss was luxurious, a slow dance of tongues, helping me to relax further.

Her exploring hands moved back down to my nipples, circling the aching buds, scratching across the knotted flesh, the sensations ricocheting down to my clit as I moaned into her mouth. Moving across to the catch at the front of my bra she released my breasts, the material springing away releasing my mounds Gently she moved the material out of the way, cupping one of my mounds, rolling the nipple between her finger and thumb twisting and pulling at the sensitive flesh, then moving over to treat the other one the same. My nipples tightened further, my clit was now throbbing achingly, her splayed fingers slid lightly over the protruding tightened teat, vibrating as each digit rubbed past. The sensations where so erotic, I wanted more, needed her to help stop the ache, the incessant throb in my clit.

I moaned into her mouth again, she stopped kissing me, moved back and looked into my eyes,

‘Tell me……. is this what you want?’

‘Yes, please……’ I whispered in response.

Kissing my neck, her tongue licking behind my ear, I could feel her quickened breath on my skin. Her hand left my breasts moving down, seeking the hem of my skirt, pulling and tugging until the material was bunched around my waist exposing my panty covered crotch. Her hand moved down to my knee closest to her, applying some pressure as she drew circles on my inside leg with her fingers. By now, overcome with the urge to sate my need, I didn’t hesitate to open my legs for her, pushing my knees as far apart as the sofa would allow.

Achingly slowly her fingers inched up my thighs in tiny increments, teasing me beyond words, I wanted this so, so bad, my breath coming in short pants. She cupped my mound, the heal of her hand against my pubic bone, her fingers resting lightly against my slit and her fingertips against the wet material of my crotch. She continued to caress the skin on my chest lower and lower until her mouth closed over one of my nipples, drawing the tingling flesh into her mouth, sucking hard.

The welcomed contact caused my hips to buck into her hand pushing her fingers tighter against my slit, her mouth alternating between suckling and flicking each of my nipples with her tongue. Never, in all my years had I wanted to come so bad, even masturbating holding a vibrating dildo against my clit watching lesbian porn had brought me to this wild heightened state. I didn’t know what to say, I wanted more, so much more.

‘Pleeease, pleeease…..’ I whined at Lynn.

She still didn’t move, continued to lavish her attentive mouth on my breasts, her hand so tantalising still against the front of my pussy.

‘I need you……I need you to…………make……….me………..come! Please Lynn, I need you so badly!’ I gasped.

She dragged her fingers up and slid them into my panties, parting my labia, one of her fingers probing my wetness, stroking up and down, avoiding my clit. I gasped at the contact bucking up again and again circling my hips to increase the pressure of her finger on my most sensitive parts.

‘Shhhh…..relax baby…..take it slow…..let me show you how good it can feel…how it should feel…..you need to realise how good I can make you feel.’ She whispered against my breasts. She dipped her fingers into my wetness pooling at the entrance to my cunt and then touched my clit, starting to slowly apply pressure, circling her fingertip over the nub, over and over, massaging it back and forth, at the same time she continued to suckle my nipples alternatively.

The touch and speed of the circles on my slippery flesh became harder and faster as the pressure of my orgasm built, my body tightening, my fingers digging into the plush cushions of the sofa. Her mouth sucked harder, biting the sensitive flesh and then soothing the bite with the swipe of her tongue. Her finger now flicking so fast over my clit, sensations shooting across my body in so many directions, as I was tipped over the orgasm ledge. I wailed loudly as I came so hard, never had I been the recipient of such a climax, my body spasmed and I felt my cunt walls contract and pulse. Lynn slowed the massaging of my clit as I panted through the intensity of my orgasm, my legs felt like jelly and I felt so relaxed.

‘Hey, earth to Caroline?’ Lynn whispered looking deeply into my eyes. She kissed me again, passionately, her tongue caressing my mouth.

‘Are you okay?’

I nodded dumbly in answer to her question.

‘I haven’t even started to show you how I can make you feel. Stay with me tonight, please?’ she pleaded.

Suddenly embarrassed at my nakedness I was unable to answer. Lynn stood up quickly, reaching for my hand, she pulled me to my feet. My skirt fell back down as I stood but my blouse remained open with my unfastened bra draped to my sides. I looked down at my exposed breasts, she put her fingers under my chin and pulled my face back up to meet hers, stroking down the slope of one breast to circle my nipple, the flesh tightening in response, she quietly said,

‘Baby, don’t be shy, you have a beautiful body, I so want to explore it more…’

Grasping my hand again she pulled me out of the room, up the stairs and into her bedroom, closing the door behind us. Pulling me deeper into the room until we were next to her bed, she pulled my blouse and bra from my shoulders, letting them drop to the floor. She pulled her own jumper over her head, revealing small breasts which showed off her taught protruding nipples, moving forward she embraced me and kissed me hungrily.

Breaking away, she reached behind and unzipped my skirt letting it fall to the floor, the knelt at my feet and pulled my panties down and off my feet. She leant forward, breathing against my mount, kissed my slit and returned to stand to face me. She then proceeded to unzip her trousers, sliding them down her legs to reveal her naked, bald pussy to me, kicking them off her feet as she moved in to kiss me again.

Our kisses became more passionate as she started to pay attention to my breasts, rolling and pinching the nipples between her fingers and thumb. Emboldened I reached for her breasts, relishing in the softness of the skin, the nipples hard as I rubbed my palm against them. She pushed me down on the bed on my back and moved to straddle my hips, instantly I felt her wet pussy against my mound. I looked down and could see her labia shiny with her juices. She leaned in again to kiss me, our tongues dualling, teeth banging as she rubbed herself against my pubic bone and moaning into my mouth.

Manoeuvring herself further back, hooking her right leg underneath my left one until our pussies were kissing and she started to rub herself against me. The sensation was electric, our wet lips slurping against one another, she pulled my left knee up to her chest and started to ride me hard. Our clits rubbed against each other, sliding over our soaked pussies, grinding down against our pubic bones, our orgasms building as we mashed our bodies together.

We were both covered in a sheen of sweat as we panted from the exertion of chasing our orgasms, the slurping of our pussies against each other echoed loudly in the room, the noise exciting us further. As we both reached our climax, we cried out simultaneously, clinging to one another as our exertions slowed, grinding out the last throes of our orgasms.

Collapsing on the bed, Lynn and I laid side by side, breathing hard with our legs still entwined, I kissed her and moving to lay on my back, I said,

‘Thank you….words cannot describe how enlightening this has been….I had no idea it would or should feel like this. I’m blown away.’

‘You’re welcome. You have no idea how much I have wanted to do this to you for.’

Was her reply.

I must have drifted off for a while, I was awoken by Lynn suckling on my breasts, I lay still with my eyes closed absorbing those wonderful sensations once again, appreciating those little sparks shooting down to my pussy making me wet. Her tongue circled over each of my nipples, pinching tightly between her teeth, sucking and pulling the flesh taught, over and over again she repeated the attention on each breast. I felt like I was so close to orgasm from just her attentions to my tits but that elusive orgasm just wasn’t quite within reach, by now I was panting from her teasing, my juices trickling down my slit.

Her mouth left my breasts, she kissed and licked her way down my stomach, moving over to suck on the flesh covering my hip bones. I felt the bed move as she manoeuvred herself between my legs, pushing them wide apart until the side of my knees touched the mattress. I sat up on my elbows, my heart beating faster and faster as I watched her mouth move closer and closer to my pussy.

‘You are so wet.’ She exclaimed.

I gasped as she drew the flat of her tongue from my opening all the way up to my clit. The feel so electric and the sight so erotic as she paused over my clit to look up at me and show my creamy juices gathered on her tongue before taking them into her mouth to savour them before sweeping back downwards. She continued to lap at me, her mouth and tongue licking and slurping up my copious juices as strings of grool stretched between her mouth and my pussy. The sensations ramped up as I watched her devour me, then she moved to my clit, pushing my pubic mound upwards to tighten the skin and pull the hood back to reveal that special knot of nerves. Her tongue darted out and flicked the hard nub back and forth, the ripples of pleasure causing me to buck my hips up to increase the contact.

Laying her other arm over my stomach to steady me, she placed her mouth over my clit and sucked hard rubbing the distended button with her tongue. She continued to suck and slurp as my hands knotted in fists against the sheets as my orgasm built, by now I was moaning so loudly, encouraging her to up her efforts. I pushed my hips up, driving my clit harder against her sucking onslaught, my orgasm broke, my muscles tightened everywhere, my skin skittering little electric shocks across my body.

She continued to suck, even as the orgasm subsided and my flesh was so sensitive, I was struggling to stand it, she pushed and pushed me as the pain altered to build into a second orgasm. Gasping for breath the second peak rushed through me even more sensitive than the first, my moans now wails as I crashed over. She eased off the pressure and gently lapped at the juices secreting from me as I tried to regain my breath.

She moved back up to lay beside me, pushing my hair from my sweaty face and kissed me gently. I tasted myself on her lips and in her mouth, savouring my musky flavour and licking my juices from her chin. I reached over and started to caress her breasts, feeling her nipples harden as I stroked the back of my fingers over them, gently rolling the buds between my fingers enjoying the sensation of tightened teats and tightly puckered flesh of her aureoles.

She moaned into my mouth, arching her back into my hands, encouraging me further. She broke our kiss and rolled onto her back with her arms above her head, offering me unfettered access to her body. Leaning my head on my hand, I watched myself stroking Lynn, relishing in post orgasmic bliss, feeling another woman’s soft flesh under my fingertips, finding it unbelievable that my fantasy was far better in reality than I’d ever imagined.

Drifting my exploring hand down between her breasts, over her belly button until I reached her bald pubic mound, my fingertips stroking her plump slit not applying any pressure enjoying teasing her.

‘Open your legs for me…..let me touch you…….I want to feel you.’ I urged.

Lynn moaned in response opening her legs immediately, I moved down the bed a little, sliding my fingers between her labia, instantly feeling her wetness, the slippery softness of her hairless pussy as I caressed up and down her slick folds spreading her copious juices around. Overcome by the urge to taste her, I scrabbled over and put myself between her legs and moved my head to her pussy. What a sight! Completely hairless, pale outer lips, pulling them apart with my fingers to reveal deep pink inner folds, shining with her juices, pulling wider to reveal her cunt opening secreting thick creamy juices and a gorgeous delicate pink clit peaking out from its hood.

I tentatively stuck my tongue out to taste her, she tasted very similar to myself yet slightly different, musky, salty and sweet all at the same time. I lapped at her juices enjoying the flavour and listening to her moaning at my attentions.

‘More…..give me more…..slip your fingers into my cunt, pleeease!’ She gasped.

Sucking my longest finger into my mouth to wet it, I then slid it slowly into her vaginal opening, delighting in the slickness of her pussy walls and her internal muscles clamping against the intrusion trying to pull my finger in deeper. I slowly pumped my finger in and out, watching my finger disappearing back and forth.

‘No, more…stretch me with your fingers.’ She instructed.

Emboldened, I inserted my index finger alongside the other and then a third, feeling her cunt walls open to accommodate my digits. I started to pump my fingers, knuckle deep into her, the squelching noises as my knuckles slapped against her juice coated labia exciting me further.

Leaning over, I sucked her clit into my mouth and drew the flesh in, trying to match the jamming of my fingers into her cunt with the drawing movements of my lips and tongue on her nub. Moaning and hissing her encouragement at me demanding more and more, I just couldn’t seem to fuck her with my hand hard enough.

She reached over to her bedside drawer and produced a dildo, it was bright pink, substantial in length and girth, offering it to me.

‘Shove it into my cunt, turn it on and fuck me hard!’ She ordered.

Without hesitating, I grabbed it, removed my fingers from her cunt and immediately placed the head against her opening which was gaping from the absence of my digits. I watched in awe as her cunt took the vibrator without any resistance, sliding in to the hilt, as deep as I could get it. I flicked the switch at the bottom to the maximum setting and felt the base buzz into life.

‘Oh god! Yes that’s it, now fuck me with it! Hard!’ She moaned loudly.

I started to slide the pink phallus in and out of her, twisting it at the same time. The pink plastic was marbled with her creamy juices, the opening of her cunt the flesh dragging back and forth over the object. I leaned forward again and sucked her clit into my mouth, sucking on the nub and pumping the false cock into her faster and faster.

‘That’s it Baby. Fuck it harder and deeper into me…….Suck me……harder….more…..Oh yes, just like that…….don’t stop.’ She was gasping now, bucking up to meet the dildo pounding into her cunt. Her body tensed, her hips remaining in the air as her orgasm built. I was euphoric, not only had I orgasmed, unbelievably twice from her but now I was successfully helping her, I felt so powerful to be able to do this, I don’t know who was more turned on, myself or Lynn.

As her orgasm broke and I slowed down the pumping of the dildo into her cunt and eased off her clit, I watched her juices push out around the pink plastic, dribbling onto my hand holding it. Never had I seen anything so erotic, the cream oozing out of her, I pulled the dildo from her making a popping sound and brought it to my mouth. I sucked her juices from the plastic and licked her cum from my hand, tasting her richness and Lynn watched me as she recovered from my attentions.

‘God that is sooo sexy. Watching you clean my juices, sticking my dildo, which was moments ago buried in my cunt, into your mouth to suck off my cum. Come here.’ She whispered.

I moved back to lay down beside her, my head resting on her shoulder, her arm around me and my hand palming her beautiful breast. Lying there quietly for a moment, thinking, I quietly said,

‘I’m done with Peter, you have shown me what I need, probably what I have been seeking and didn’t realise it was there all the time. I’m going to leave him, do you fancy a lodger?’

‘No, I don’t want a lodger. I want you in my bed, every night, as my lover. I have so many more things I want to do with you and share with you. Will you be that person?’ She inquired.

Without hesitation,

‘Yes.’ I replied.

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A week after Naomi had her hot orgy with Alex and Cristina she found herself showing a prospective buyer through the Sutton home. Alex and her mother were out having supper so that Naomi could show the home.

Her client was Megan McAllister, a strikingly pretty young woman of about twenty who had inherited a fortune from her father. With sleek black hair, finely chiseled features, and huge blue eyes, Megan wore skin tight ragged jeans that outlined her pussy lips and a skimpy halter top that seemed barely capable of restraining her jiggling tits. She carried a denim bag slung casually over one shoulder.

“This place could be beautiful with the right furniture,” the young heiress commented as the two walked down the long upstairs hallway. Megan poked her head into a carpeted and draped room, flipped the light on and then off, then moved to the next one. “It’s really quite impressive.”

In contrast to the almost sloppy way she was dressed, Megan had driven up to the house in a low sports car that Naomi would have guessed cost a small fortune. Such were the privileges of the very wealthy, Naomi couldn’t help thinking to herself, actually feeling somewhat overdressed in her pleated skirt and business like blouse.

“There’re four bedrooms in all,” Naomi volunteered helpfully, following the girl. “And five bathrooms.”

The bathroom at the end of the hall was right before them, and Megan said, “Speaking of bathrooms, I could use one right now?”

Leaving the door open, the shapely young woman stepped into the large bathroom and quickly pushed down her tight jeans. Unconcerned that Naomi stood just outside the door, Megan sat on the toilet and kept right on talking while she pissed.

“It’s a lovely house,” the girl perched on the toilet seat her jeans down around her slim legs. Naomi had not been particularly surprised to discover that Megan was not wearing underwear. “I might just buy it.”

Looking away, Naomi said, “The Ms. Sutton wants to sell as she is going through a divorce. I think the price is very reasonable.”

“Damn!” she heard Megan curse. “I’m sitting here with a dripping pussy, and there’s no toilet paper. I hope I have some tissues.”

Naomi turned to see the slender-hipped girl rummaging through her denim bag. Megan’s bare legs were tanned and smooth, her firm ass was perfectly round, and from where Naomi stood she could glimpse just a hint of the her shaved pussy mound.

Slightly aroused at the sight in spite of herself, Naomi let her eyes take in the half-naked girl without being overly obvious about it. The thought of her last encounter with Alex and Cristina made Naomi’s breath quicken almost imperceptibly.

“I guess I’ll just have to drip dry,” Megan sighed finally, unable to find any tissue.

And when she set her denim bag on the tiled floor, it tipped over, spilling its contents. Keys, makeup, hairpins, math books and other small items poured out in a jumble.

Most intriguing to Naomi, however, was a huge vibrator in the shape of a man’s stiff cock. At least eight inches long, it was made of smoothly polished plastic and was black.

“That’s my pacifier.” Megan giggled when she noticed Naomi staring at the vibrator. “I get a better tinge out of it than any man’s cock could give me.”

“Really?” Naomi asked with genuine curiosity. “I’ve never even used one.”

Picking up the huge plastic cock, Megan flipped it on and held it out for Naomi to see. The vibrator hummed in her hand.

“You can look at it if you want,” she offered, handing it to Naomi.

While Megan scooped everything back into her denim purse, Naomi examined the faintly buzzing plastic prick. As big around as it was, she could only imagine that it would stretch her tight cunt if she ever tried to use it on herself.

“It really vibrates!” Naomi said in almost a whisper. “It’s getting me horny just holding it in my hand.”

Giggling, Megan told her, “It’ll make your clit stand right up! Here, let me see it and I’ll show you how it works.”

“Okay.” Naomi nodded eagerly, giving the humming vibrator back to the girl.
Squatting in front of the toilet, Naomi watched with ever-quickening breath as Megan kicked her shoes and jeans away and scooted her bare ass forward on the toilet seat. The pretty heiress stretched her long legs out in front of herself and spread her knees wide, the lush slash of her pink cunt gaping lewdly when she did so.

Naomi found herself staring up into Megan’s glistening pussy, her eyes widening. The dark-haired girl’s puffy outer cunt-lips were so large they protruded wetly, their pink surfaces slick with oily wetness and trembling slightly.

“Take a good look. I love showing off my body. I am a rich fucking exhibitionist” Megan breathed in open invitation, spreading her bare thighs wider. Then she suddenly pushed the vibrator into Naomi’s hand. “Here,” she said. “You help me.”

As Naomi watched excitedly, Megan took the slippery folds of her thick cunt-lips in her fingers and slowly pulled them all the way apart. The tight pink hole of her pussy contracted wetly, the slick passageway throbbing with a quick flurry of little spasms.

“See how tight my cunt it,” the girl on the toilet said with a certain amount of pride. “And it gets wet so fast, when someone is looking at me like this. Do you think I have a hot fucking cunt Naomi?”

“Oh fuck yes,” breathed Naomi, feeling her own juicy cunt filling with juices and running into her thong. “God, Megan I can’t believe how big your clit is!”

With her fingertips, Megan had pulled aside folds protecting her pink clit.

Swimming in glistening juices, the quivering nub of Megan’s clit was fully as large as a small marble. It throbbed delicately, swelling and distending even as Naomi watched.

“Yes, big and sensitive. I love showing off my cunt at jean shops at the mall. The young clerks don’t even say a thing as I leave the door of change room open. The watch as I spread my legs and show them my clit, and they love it. I can come just by rubbing it with one finger if a hot young girl is watching me.”

Settling back against the tank of the toilet, Megan said quietly, “ Naomi, touch the vibrator all around my cunt, but don’t put it right on it yet. I like to save that for last.”

Trembling, Naomi kicked off her shoes and then sat down cross-legged between the other girl’s knees. Megan had her ass at the edge of the toilet seat, and the plump shaved cunt bulged out, her fingers still holding her slippery cunt-lips apart. Naomi scooted in closer to the girl’s pussy.

With only the very tip of the humming plastic cock, Naomi touched just below Megan’s large clit.

“Ohhh fuck!” Megan groaned, the smooth muscles in her thighs jerking. “I got a tingle straight up my cunt! Keep doing it! Ohhhh! Do it until I come! Oh yeah and I am a squirter.”

Leaning in so close that she could almost taste the pretty girl’s pussy, Naomi started touching the buzzing vibrator all around Megan’s pulsing cunt.

Megan’s blue eyes closed to half-slits and her heavy tits started rising and falling quickly with her heavy breathing. With a barely controlled wiggle, she squirmed her bare ass on the hard seat, her slender hips pumping gently.

“Stick the fat end of that cock up my cunt few times!” gasped the young heiress, as her juices began to drip from her pussy, and into the water in the bowel. “Ummmmm! You are good at this. You like my tight cunt don’t you Naomi. I want you to fuck me with the vibrator! Push that black cock up my cunt! Ohhhhhh fuck! I’m so wet!”

Gliding the smooth plastic prick up and down along the length of Megan’s gaping pussy, Naomi was so turned on that she was trembling. She slipped the tip of the vibrator into the Megan cunt-hole and pushed hard.

Megan groaned, “ Oh fuck my young cunt loves it Naomi. Ram it all the way up my cunt! Go on, it’ll fit! Just shove it really hard! Uhhhh! Ohhhh!”

Even as incredibly wet and slippery as the girl’s cunt was, the huge size of the humming plastic cock made it a very tight fit. Pushing, working it in and out, and then pushing some more, over and over, it took Naomi a few minutes to get the vibrator fully into Megan’s dripping pussy.

“It’s really in there!” Naomi moaned, her fingers slick with the Megan’s cunt juices. Gripping the base of the solid plastic prick, she started sliding it in and out of the dark-haired girl’s snatch with short, quick strokes of her hand. “God, you’re cunt has so much juice, it almost looks like you’re peeing!”

Groaning with passion, Megan slid her hands up along her slender middle and began squeezing her huge tits through her halter top. Her nipples poked stiffly against the fabric, two dark rings with hard, pointy tips.

“Damn, you’ve got beautiful tits!” Naomi told her, still ramming the vibrating cock up the girl’s tight cunt.

Sitting cross-legged on the floor as she was, Naomi’s pleated skirt had inched up to the edge of her filmy panties. Her bare thighs were shiny with sweat, her smooth calves rounded tautly. As fast and as hard as she could, she kept ramming the buzzing cock into Megan’s pussy, her hand moving furiously.

“Ohhhh, fuck me harter, deeper!” Megan moaned, shuddering. “Push that big cock as deep as you can in my cunt! Ohhh! It’s vibrating the hell out of my pussy! Harder! Fuck me harder with it! Uhhh! Oh Naomi my cunt’s throbbing all over!”

Meagan quickly reached around and undid the back of her halter top. She pulled it away from her trembling body, then dropped the handful of fabric to the floor.

The sight of Megan’s naked tits made Naomi suck her breath in with a sharp sigh. The pretty heiress’ tits were two perfect and firm, the round undersides of both were damp with sweat. Tilted upward and pointing outward slightly, Megan’s bare tits were lipped with the biggest, darkest nipples Naomi had ever seen in her life. Rings of deep crimson, the girl’s nipples throbbed warmly and became even more distended.

“Wow, what huge nipples you have!” Naomi breathed hotly, just the sight of them making her want to suck them. “And your tits are beautiful!”

Bending her knee outward suddenly, Megan brought one bare foot up and rested it on Naomi’s inner thigh. While Naomi repeatedly jabbed the humming plastic prick up her cunt hole as Megan worked her foot up under Naomi’s skirt. Megan then pressed her toes against the sopping crotch of the blonde woman’s panties, wiggling them back and forth on her clit overtop of Naomi,s wet thong.
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“Ohhhh, that feels so fucking good!” Naomi groaned, shivering at the wild sensation Megan’s toes gave her clit a tweak.

With one hand still cramming the huge vibrator up Megan’s hot cunt, Naomi reached down with her other hand and pulled the filmy crotch of her panties aside. Raising her ass slightly, she took Megan’s foot and pressed the girl’s toes up into her slippery cunt lips. Then, rocking back and forth, she held Megan’s foot to pussy and rubbed her wet cunt-hole along the Megan’s wiggling manicured toes.

“You’re going to make me come on your beautiful fucking toes!” Naomi said shakily, pressing Megan’s foot still tighter to her snatch. “Uhhhhhh! My cunt is to really get wet!”

“And I’m starting to come!” Megan gasped right back. “Slide the vibrator out of my cunt and use it on my clit! Uhhhh! Uhbhhhh! I can feel it starting! Ohhh, I’m going to come you fucking bitch!”

Naomi pulled, the vibrating cock put of the girl’s tightly gripping pussy with one fluid motion. Pressing the slippery shaft of it lengthwise along Megan’s trembling cunt-lips and she pressed the tip of it into the groaning girl’s throbbing clit.

“Ohhhhh fuck yes!” Megan gasped, and began coming immediately, sending a fine spray of sweet cum all over Naomi’s face.

Naomi held the cock head down on Megan’s clit and sucked her cunt lips into her mouth. “Ohhhhh, it’s so good!” “It’s vibrating on my big fat clit! Press it tighter! Uhhh! Ohhhhh God! Ahhh!”

Squirming under the impact of her climax, the sexy heiress with the big tits thrust her bare hips up and held them poised and grinding on Naomi’s mouth as cum spewed into the older woman’s mouth. It was more than Naomi could swallow and it ran out of the corners of her mouth and down her chin.

Megan groaned from deep within herself, her hot cunt juices squirting out of her pulsating cunt and into Naomi’s open and hungry mouth.

“I’m still coming! I’m still fucking coming!” she cried, her head rolling from side to side. “My clit’s throbbing so much I can hardly take it! Ohhhhhh! Ohhhhh! My cunt is on fire!”

When finally her bare ass sagged back onto the toilet seat, Megan gave a last shivering shudder and closed her eyes trying to regain her breath.

Naomi stood up and reached up under her skirt, she pulled her soaked thong down. She pressed them under Megan’s nose and the young woman moaned and sniffed at them, then pressed the soaked crotch to her nipples, pinching them hard through the slick material of the thong’s crotch.

Naomi quickly stripped off her blouse. Her bare tits jiggled free, her nipples already hard.

In only her pleated skirt and nothing else, Naomi said, “ Megan, please use the vibrator on my cunt, I’ll suck your tits and eat your pussy while you’re doing it.”

Megan opened her eyes with a lazy smile. “Okay, you hot bitch,” was all she said.

They left their things in the bathroom and wandered down the hallway hand in hand. They stopped at the first bedroom they came to, then went into the room giggling. Naomi flipped the light on. It was obviously Alex’s room.

“Fuck, there must be a hot little teen in this room,” Megan said, giving Naomi’s hand a warm squeeze, “lets soak her sweet little bed with your cum Naomi.”

In her other hand, Megan carried the huge black vibrator. “Now I’m going to make you come like crazy.”

The sexy, dark-haired heiress pushed Naomi back on Alex’s bed then knelt on the carpet between the older woman’s legs.

Naomi pulled the younger woman too her and kissed Megan passionately, her tongue probing into the sweetness of her mouth. She ran her hands eagerly up and down the pretty girl’s supple body, squeezing and caressing her firm smooth flesh.

“Oh, you’re really horny, aren’t you Naomi?” Megan breathed hotly, her soft lips sucking wetly at Naomi’s. “It won’t take long to make you come!”

Still in her skirt, Naomi trailed her mouth wetly down the Megan’s neck. She kissed her flesh feverishly, then moved down along the curve of her large firm tits.

“Ummmmm!” Megan sighed dreamily when Naomi started sucking at her huge nipples. She held the vibrator in her hand, waiting for the chance to use it. “You’re making me horny as hell!”

Getting up on her knees on the bed, Naomi gave each of Megan’s ripe nipples a few more hungry sucks, then slid her mouth down along the girl’s flat stomach.

“I love your skin,” Naomi said with a tremor of anticipation as she neared Megan’s smooth wet cunt. “It’s just so silky!”

Naomi licked the soft flesh on either side of Megan’s pussy, then pushed her stiff tongue firmly into Megan’s wetly-gaping cunt. Inhaling the strong scent of it, Naomi eagerly licked down into the slick center of pink cunt-flesh, probing with her tongue tip into Megan’s pussy.

“Ohihhhh!” Megan moaned, spreading her damp thighs. “Eat me, Naomi! Ummm, it feels so fucking good! Ohhhh! Suck my cunt! Suck on my clit hard! Ohhhh fuck yes!”

Sucking as much of Megan’s slippery pussy as she could get in her mouth, she nuzzled her face into Megan’s wet cunt lips. She probed deeply with her tongue, sliding it up inside of the cunt-hole and licking out and over her huge engorged clit.

“Your cunt tastes so good!” Naomi whimpered, smacking her lips moistly at Megan’s protruding clit. “You’ve got such a sweet pussy!”

Naomi sucked and lapped at the firm cunt flesh until Megan was gasping for breath. The pretty girl on the bottom squirmed her ass and spread her knees still wider.

“I’ve got to get at your cunt!” Megan moaned weakly, reaching out and squeezing the firm back of Naomi’s bare thigh. “Spread your legs! I want to fuck you so fucking bad.”

As soon as Naomi moved her knees apart on the carpet, she felt Megan’s hand slide up under her skirt and between her legs. Megan’s eager fingers found her pulsing cunt and probed into it, her fingertips pushing up into Naomi’s wet cunt-hole and wiggling around.

“Ohhh! I love it!” Naomi gasped, pushing her hips down so that Megan’s slender fingers stabbed deeper in her cunt. “Shove your fingers as far up my pussy as possible! Ohbhhh! Keep playing with my cunt while I eat yours! Ummmmm! Uhhh!”

And then Naomi edged over until she was almost on top of the Megan’s writhing body on Alex’s. Without taking her mouth from Megan’s juicy pussy, Naomi aligned herself so that she had one knee on either side of her head.

“Now use that big fucking cock on my pussy!” Naomi moaned huskily, spreading her shapely legs so that her dripping cunt dipped down close to Megan’s face. “Ram that big cock up my cunt! Make me come with it! Make me come all over your beautiful face!”

Bringing both arms though the gap between Naomi’s damp thighs, Megan pushed the back of the pleated skirt up over her bare ass. She picked the cock-shaped vibrator up turned it on, then wedged the vibrating tip of it into the wet slit between Naomi’s quivering cunt-lips.

Naomi stiffened with a groan. “Ohhhhh! God, it’s like a million tiny spasms racing through my pussy! Push it all the way up me! Ohhhh! I love the way it feels going in my cunt! Ohhhhh God! It’s so damn big and hard!”

Inch by inch, Megan shoved the humming plastic prick up Naomi’s wet cunt. Her pretty face directly below the sloppy pussy lips. Naomi’s juices dripped down onto her cheeks and mouth and chin.

“Deeper!” she moaned, still mouthing Megan’s gaping pussy hungrily. “God, it’s shaking me to bits! Ummmmm! I can feel my cunt sucking at it! Give me every hard inch of it!”

Then, to get at Megan’s slippery snatch better, Naomi gripped the smooth backs of the girl’s thighs and pulled them back until Megan’s firm ass came up off the floor. She locked her elbows under the backs of the dark-haired girl’s knees and pressed down, Megan’s ass raising higher and rounding firmly.

Holding Megan’s legs down with her forearms so that her tight cunt gaped more than ever, Naomi lingeringly tongued her way up and down the girl’s pink juicy cunt.

“Oh fuck, I love the way you’re eating me!” the horny heiress groaned, her hand working the huge vibrator in and out of Naomi’s slippery pussy as fast as possible. “The way you’re sucking my clit, I might fucking cum before you do! Uhhhh! Lick me, Naomi! Suck my big fat clit!”

Lost in a haze of lust, Naomi groaned again and again with the tingling tremors the humming cock sent deeply into her foaming cunt.

She urged breathlessly, “Push that huge cock deeper in my cunt! Fuck me hard and fast with it! Uhhh! Ohhhhh! Slam it up my cunt hole! Ummm! That’s it! Faster, do it faster!”

Sliding her hands down the backs of Megan’s rounded thighs, Naomi pulled ruthlessly at the squirming girl’s slick cunt-lips with her fingers and the pinched the huge clit along with them. Naomi groaned and began grinding Meganhuge clit between her engorged cunt lips. Creating the kind of friction on Megan’s clit that was driving her crazy. Megan jerked beneath her, then jerked again when Naomi pinched down hard on the the sensitive covering that hooded her quivering clit.

“Ohhh, fuck yes! Yes!” Megan gasped when Naomi’s sucking lips enclosed her throbbing clit. “Suck it right there! Suck my clit till I come! Ohhhh! It’s so damn sensitive! You’re going cum so fucking hard! Ohhhhh!”

Sucking hard at the little flesh cock, Naomi teased at it with the tip of her tongue until Megan was sobbing with pleasure.

“Uhhhhh!” she moaned, straining to straighten her pinned legs. “You fucking bitch, Naomi! It feels so good, it’s driving me out of my mind! Ohhhhhh! Suck it!”

Naomi mouthed Megan’s pulsing clit eagerly, teasing and tickling it with her lips and tongue and teeth. She moved her hand down, her fingers sliding into the damp crack of the straining Megan’s perfect ass. Probing, she slowly worked two fingers into Megan’s tight asshole.

Megan panted, “Ahhh! Suck my cunt harder! I’m coming! Uhhhh! You’re bringing me off with your mouth! Ohhhhh! Jab your fingers farther up my asshole! Ohhh! I’m coming!”

Straining with all her might to kick her legs free, the climaxing girl jerked and shuddered uncontrollably and a surge of cum washed over Naomi’s face. Naomi sucked the thick cunt lips into her mouth as a second wave of cum forced its way into her mouth and down her throat.

“Ummmmmm! Oh fuck here cums another swallow my creamy cunt juice, you fucking pussy sucking bitch!”

Still sucking the thrashing girl’s pink clit feverishly, Naomi brought her off three times in a row with her hot mouth and cum ran down her face and onto the bed. Megan began to pick up the pace with the cock again.
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The realty agent thrust her bare ass back, her dripping cunt taking the humming vibrator deeper into its tight wetness. What felt to her like millions of tingling electric spasms suffused her tightening cunt with pleasure so intense she thought she’d pass out.

“Oh, fuck yes!” she rasped hoarsely, her fingers clawing at Megan’s throbbing asshole. “Keep shoving that thing up my cunt! Uhhhhhhh! Megan I’m gonna cum all over you! Ohhhhhh fuck!”

With one hand frantically pounding the vibrating plastic cock into Naomi’s juicy pussy, Megan searched with her other until she found her asshole. She gouged her fingers into it, stretching open the puckered hole as wide as she could.

“Oh, yes fuck my shit hole!” Naomi shuddered. “Uhhhh! Don’t stop! Uhhhh!!”

Naomi’s cunt erupted as her body went out of control her legs stiff, her hands slapping at Megan’s ass, a torrent of cum spurted around the sides of the big cock and drenched Megan’s beautiful face.

Megan pulled out the cock in time to take the second blast of cum full on her beautiful face. Megan groaned and sucked Naomi’s cunt deep into her mouth as a third and final flush of cum left Naomi’s convulsing pussy.

Naomi and Megan strained and groaned through so many blistering climaxes that they lost count. The wet suction of Naomi’s mouth made Megan come almost non-stop, the buzzing vibrator Megan plunged into Naomi’s slick cunt doing the same thing for the wiggling blonde girl.

“Ohhhh stop!” Naomi sobbed finally, sliding her mouth off of Megan’s dripping cunt. “My cunt and clit are so sensitive, I can’t take anymore!”

Sliding the humming cock-shaped vibrator out of Naomi’s swollen snatch, Megan gasped and lay her pretty head back pillow. “Come here and kiss me.”

Naomi raised up, then turned around and crawled onto Megan’s sweaty body. She kissed the girl lingeringly, her hot pussy pressing into the plump bulge of Megan’s cunt, her hands finding her firm tits.

Teasing at Naomi’s lips with her tongue tip, Megan breathed, “We’re going to have to do this again sometime.”

“We sure are.” Naomi giggled softly. “How about in fifteen minutes or so?”

And when she pressed her quivering cunt tighter to Megan’s, she felt the dark-haired girl’s thighs spread wide.

Both women were startled by a soft young voice behind them.

“Next time can I join you,” Naomi rolled over, it was Alex, her hand down her tight jeans her eyes fixed on the two women.

“Alex how long have you been standing there?” Naomi said startled.

“Long enough to get so fucking turned on I can’t stand it. Mom dropped me off then went out shopping she won’t be back for hours,” Alex said with a smile.

“Oh Megan, this is Alex uh the occupant of this room, and my fourteen year old lover” said Naomi.

“My pleasure, Alex, did you like what you saw,” Megan said spread her legs in front of the hot young teen showing her cum filled pussy.

“Fuck yeah, but what will mom say when she finds those cum soaked sheets in the wash?”

The three of them laughed as Alex striped eager to join the two women on the bed.

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Ashley has come a long way…

The next few days were fairly regular days compared to the last couple weeks of my life. I was able to have Sue over the next night, and I met with Ashley again the day after that to do similar play to what we had done before. The next day I simply recovered so that the following night, when Mom was off work, she could peek in on Ashley and I again. Those plans were spoiled when Mom texted me that she had to cover a shift for someone that had been out sick for the past few days.

It didn’t really change things for me, it just took a little of the kink away from it since Mom wouldn’t be audience to me playing with this curvy little pregnant beauty. I treated it like any other day. I finished work, came home, made dinner, and settled in while I awaited Ashley’s arrival. I heard the car pull up, and I quickly ran my dirty dishes over to the sink. The bell rang, and I went to the front door, opening it to see that curvier than ever pregnant cutie I was waiting for. Standing to her side just happened to be Mom, and on the other side was Aunt Pam.

I stood there silently as I looked at the three of them smiling back at me. Ashley finally broke the silence. She said that Kate, (the nurse that had set us up who just happened to be my “Mom’s friend”) had called her and was curious to know if things had worked out between us.

I moved aside and welcomed them in as Ashley continued to fill me in. She said that she told Nurse Kate (Mom) that we did hit it off and that I was helping her with exactly what she needed. Kate was very happy to hear that, and confessed that she knew it would work out since I seemed to be so sweet. She also confided in Ashley that if she wasn’t so worried that my Mom would find out, she probably would have flirted with me herself!

Ashley continued, saying that she was pretty sure that if Kate was interested, that I wouldn’t have a problem having some fun with her in private and keeping it a secret. They talked it over a while, and Ashley said that maybe it would be good to have a nurse overseeing what we were doing, and it would let us slowly see what developed.

Them Mom chimed in. She said that she was unsure of the whole thing, and if I would be interested or not. She decided that she would like some moral support if things didn’t work out, so she wanted to see if her friend Pam could come along. She said that she was sure that I had met Pam a time or two, and wanted to know if I remembered meeting her. I looked over to Pam with her wide smile, and I simply said that yes, I remembered Pam.

I invited everyone to sit down in the den so we could talk some more. Ashley said that since Nurse Kate already knew what she was looking for, she just went ahead and told the two of them that we had been releasing her milk and doing some stretching exercises to prepare her for the upcoming delivery in a week and a half. We chatted a bit, and Kate and Pam confirmed that they would be interested in being around while we did that, and that they were open to anything that happened after that.

I asked the trio where they thought we should start. They all looked at each other, but said nothing. None of them had a suggestion, so I recommended that we get some refreshments and go out to sit by the pool. I got up and went to the kitchen, grabbing some glasses and something to drink as the three of them walked out to the patio. I joined them out there and poured the drinks, passing the glasses out. We all talked a little more as they started to be a little more relaxed.

I asked if we should go ahead and hop in the pool to start things off. Everyone agreed, but then (Mom) Kate said that it might be fun if each of us had to undress the next person. Nobody had any objections. We were standing in a bit of a circle, so I simply turned to Ashley and started to unbutton her blouse. I opened her top, kissing her belly, and then slid it off of her arms. I bent down and removed her shoes, and then reached up and slid her pants down to the ground. I caressed my hands back up her legs as I made my way up to her sexy lace underwear, slowly dragging it down her legs as well. I ran my fingers all the way back up to her breasts, teasing along her skin. I hooked my thumbs under the straps ans slid them over her shoulders. I then walked around behind her and released her bra, letting it fall away so Kate and Pam could see her beautiful, milk-filled breasts.

The two mature ladies had big smiles from watching the show, so Ashley was quite comfortable when she turned to Pam, and started to remove the dress she was wearing. She lowered the zipper on the back of the dress, and the started to ease it off of her shoulders. The dress fell to the ground, and to everyone’s slight surprise, Pam stood there in nothing but heels. Since she had the smallest breasts out of the three of them, she was probably the only one that could get away without wearing a bra. (Aunt) Pam stepped out of her high heels and turned to (Mom) Kate…

Mom was also wearing a dress. Aunt Pam decided to get down in front of Mom, and run her hands up underneath the dress, before coming back down her legs with Mom’s black skimpy panties. She then stood in front of Mom and started to untie the belt that was holding the dress closed. Mom’s dress fell open, revealing her soft mature breasts in a sexy black bra and cute round belly. Pam ran her hands up Mom’s breasts and moved them outward, easing the dress off of her arms. She then reached for the clasp on the front of the bra, releasing it so Mom’s breasts could swing freely.

Finally, I was the only one with clothes still on. Mom turned to me and started to slowly released the buttons on my shirt. Ashley stepped behind me, pulling the shirt off of my shoulders and slipping it off my arms. I kicked my shoes off as Pam stepped up close to my side. She reached a hand down to release my belt as Mom started to lower my zipper, and release the button on my pants. All three of them took a hold of the waist, and slowly started to lower my pants and boxers together. As my boxers reached the end of my member, it stood up erect, right between Mom’s and Pam’s faces.

They turned toward each other and started to delicately kiss on both sides of my erection at the same time, moving up and down the length before reaching the tip and sticking their tongues out to tease it, then lightly flicking each others’ tongues. Ashley was rubbing her breasts on my back as her bulging belly pressed against my backside. I felt her wet nipples leaving milk on my skin as she moved across my back.

Mom and Pam stood up, and we all walked down into the pool. I knelt down in the pool facing Ashley, and started to suck on her breasts. We had the mature ladies on either side of us, with their hands on our backs, rubbing gently, intimately, as Ashley enjoyed the sucking. I took my time, going back and forth from nipple to nipple. I stopped my sucking, and stood up. I put a hand on the neck of Pam and Mom, and started to guide them down to Ashley’s nipples.

The two of them got down on their knees and came face to face with those extra large breasts. They looked at each other and giggled a bit before turning forward and pressing their lips onto Ashley’s breasts, and gently sucking the milk out. They both started to moan pleasantly as they tasted the sweet warm milk. I leaned over an started to kiss Ashley as she got both of her breasts nursed by two women that were twice her age.

Ashley started to moan stronger, which prompted me to look down. Mom had her hand between Ashley’s legs, and was teasing her kitten with her fingers as she sucked on the slowly deflating breast. I moved behind the two of them and got down to their level. I reached my hands underneath the pair of big, curvaceous butts, and laid my fingers on their underwater kittens.

Mom and Pam were enjoying drinking the milk, and didn’t stop for a second when I started to rub their pearls in time with each other. I watched Mom’s hand on Ashley’s kitten and made sure that all three of them were getting pleasured in rhythm. Their sucking moved into time as well, and their moans started to grow along with each other. Gradually, they started to feed on each others’ growing pleasure, all moaning together, and getting louder at the same levels.

I kept my fingers moving in time as I watched Mom’s hand on Ashley’s kitten. Pam was the first to break. She stopped sucking as her moan turned into a bit of a scream. As it got louder, Ashley did the same, then Mom followed suit. Their screams came in harmony, growing and growing, until they finally all climaxed together, holding onto one another for support as their bodies shook as one. I stopped rubbing on them as their climaxes started to subside.

I started to rub on up and down their backs underwater as they calmed down enough to continue sucking on Ashley’s nipples. I patiently watched and caressed, looking Ashley right in the eyes while they finished milking her breasts dry. Both of them finished within seconds of each other, and as if they wanted to know if the milk from the other breast was different, they turned toward each other and started to passionately kiss, running their tongues back and forth between each others’ mouths. Ashley and I watched the spectacle that was happening right between us.

Once they broke off their passionate embrace, I stood up and took Ashley’s hand, leading her to the edge of the pool. I lifted her up onto the deck and kept her seated right on the edge. I turned around and beckoned Pam over, lifting her up to sit her right next to Ashley. Mom came over and stood close-by. I took Pam’s hands and eased her onto her back. I moved Mom until she was standing right in front of her sister’s kitten. Then I had Ashley lay back, I lifted her legs, and began to feast on her kitten. Mom got the hint and quickly started to lick Aunt Pam.

I stood there next to my Mom as we had a competition to see who could get their playmate to cum first. Ashley was the first to scream in ecstasy, but Pam certainly wasn’t far behind her. The competition continued with the two of them laying on the pool deck screaming in orgasm back and forth. I was thankful that my neighbors weren’t that close by…

I stood up and put my hand on Mom’s ass. She came up from devouring her sister’s kitten, and we traded places. I enjoyed running my tongue over Aunt Pam’s pearl as Ashley soaked in the soft touch from Mom. When their orgasms became hard to trigger, the two of us got up from our feasts. I helped Mom up onto the edge of the pool and began licking her. Pam and Ashley watched for a pair of orgasms, before Pam cut in, taking my place at Mom’s kitten.

I fondled Ashley as we watched Aunt Pam licking Mom into climax after climax. Ashley still wasn’t aware of the incestuous twist that this night had going for it. She dropped down into the pool, and took Pam’s place at Mom’s kitten. Pam and I let them enjoy the kinky experimentation they were engrossed in as we stepped up out of the pool and made our way to the grass. Pam laid down on her back and spread herself wide open, waiting for me to enter her.

I got down and put some saliva on my penis, before easing it into Aunt Pam’s red hot kitten. We passionately kissed as I slowly thrust into her. I made sure to grind hard against her clitoris, and I was rewarded with a flood of juices as she squeezed down on my member, screaming into the night.

Ashley called over to us, asking if we wanted to go get cleaned up in the shower. I helped Aunt Pam to her feet, and we all walked into the house. Ashley led the way upstairs to the big shower that easily fit all four of us. I turned on the water, and picked up the soap and wash cloth. We took turns washing each other intimately. The experience was so erotic, I don’t think any of us cared to go any further, we could have just run our soapy hands all over each other for the whole night.

After everyone had gotten bathed, I turned off the water and got the steam going. I moved the bench out into the middle of the shower and had Mom lay back. I guided Pam down to one side, and had her start to suck on one of Mom’s breasts. I helped Ashley down and she started to suck on the other. I moved in between Mom’s legs and started to lick on her kitten once again. It would be hard to imagine a greater pleasure than having three people pleasuring you at the same time. I drank in Mom’s juice as she came to a squirting orgasm with me buried in her kitten.

Mom said that she was worn out, so I helped her up, and Pam quickly laid down to take her place. I feasted on Pam’s sweet kitten as she had her breasts teased for several orgasms as well. After not too long, Pam said that she was getting too sensitive, and said it was Ashley’s turn.

I helped Ashley onto the bench, but she had already had her breasts sucked dry this evening. I picked up the bottle of lube and started to prepare her kitten. I then covered my hand, making a fist. I pressed my hand into her kitten, and like previous visits, each time it was easier to slide in than the last. Mom and Aunt Pam watched intently as my hand disappeared inside of Ashley. Mom stroked her hand on my hard member as I pumped my fist into the hungry kitten.

I took my hand out of Ashley and picked up the lube. I took Mom’s hand from my member and covered it in the lube. I held her wrist and guided her hand to Ashley’s kitten. Ashley moaned in erotic pleasure as she felt that small hand from another woman ease up inside of her. I let go of Mom’s wrist, and she started to stroke her hand back and forth inside of the kitten. It moved very easily since her fist was so much smaller than mine.

I took Mom’s other hand and applied the lube to that one as well. I didn’t have to guide it this time, as Mom knew what was next. She took her her second hand and slid it in along her other one. Ashley moaned louder as the second hand disappeared inside, finally stretching her a little bit. Pam started to suck on Ashley’s breast while Mom worked her fists in unison, pumping in and out of the incredibly pregnant little woman’s kitten.

It definitely wasn’t stretching her enough to be painful, as Ashley started to cry out in orgasm. I positioned myself behind “Nurse Kate” and slipped inside her soaking wet kitten. I kept in rhythm with her pumping her arms in and out of Ashley, and softly thrust into her as I watched the three of them so intimately involved with each other. Mom had to stop pumping into Ashley while she put her head down, muffling her orgasm into her arms while her kitten squeezed my hardness.

Mom recovered quickly, and began pumping into Ashley once again with both fists. I removed my hardness from her to let her concentrate on giving Ashley another orgasm. I moved over and started sucking on the available breast while Pam continued to work on the other one. I wasn’t sucking for more than a few seconds before Ashley grabbed the back of my head as her entire body went tight. I lightly bit down on her nipple, making her cum even harder. She finally went limp as her climax subsided.

Mom pulled her fists out of Ashley’s kitten as Pam and I stood up. Mom looked at me for guidance, waiting to find out what kinky thing we were going to do next. I grabbed the lube and prepared one of Pam’s hands for some play. I had Mom move over to the side of Ashley, and Pam on the other side. I took Mom’s right hand, and Pam’s left, and had wove their fingers together, making one large fist. Ashley was all smiles as she watched the two mature women move into position, knowing just what to do.

The two of them brought their hands under Ashley’s legs, to the wet, loose kitten. They twisted their hands in unison as they gently pushed forward. Ashley put her hands over her head, pushing off of the shower wall to thrust her self down onto the duo’s fist. I ran my hands gently over their backs as I crouched between them, sitting front and center for this crazy show. I held Ashley’s legs steady above the ladies’ heads while they started to thrust into her faster and faster.

I watched her juices squirt out of her as the fist went in, and heard the wet noises coming from her kitten as they pulled back. Ashley froze once again, screaming from yet another orgasm. She had a tight hold on their fist, and the ladies were focused on watching this short, pregnant cutie cumming on their hands. They didn’t notice when I stopped rubbing their backs to start lubing up my own hand.

The two of them removed their hands from Ashley when she finally came down from her climax. They were surprised when my hand came in and laid on top of theirs. Ashley looked down in surprise as well when she felt the now massive three handed fist start to push against her kitten. She braced herself against the wall once again and pushed down hard against the three of us as our hands twisted and drilled, slowly working our way up inside of her.

Ashley started to moan with a little bit of pain, but she kept pushing down onto our hands until all three of us were finally inside of her. We slowly pulsed our combined fist in and out of her kitten, just enough to give her some pleasure as we continued to twist it back and forth. Mom and Pam reached their free hands up and teased Ashley’s nipples as she twisted her hips, grinding on our fist. I reached in with my other hand and teased her clitoris which was riding atop of her stretched labia.

Ashley’s moans started to build once again, and then filled the shower with the sound of her screams. I felt more of her hot juices start to flow over our fist, but she was stretched so much that she could no longer squeeze on our hands at all. I stopped my teasing on her clitoris as the ladies released her nipples. Ashley’s screams quieted into gasps for breath. We slowly pulled our fist from her now gaping kitten, and untangled our fingers.

We all just looked at each other in silence for a little while before Mom spoke up. She was looking at my still rigid erection as she said she thought that now we just needed to put a little icing on top of the cake. She looked over at the pregnant belly sticking up in front of her as Ashley laid motionless on the bench. I stepped over Ashley’s legs, straddling her. I started to stroke my hardness above that bulging belly before Pam stopped me.

She moved in and started to suck on my member, giving me deep strokes into her throat while she leaned over Ashley’s belly. I heard Mom step out of the shower but I was too involved to worry about why she had left. She was back moments later, and she told me to lean forward and put my hands against the wall as Pam sucked me. I braced myself against the wall and looked down at Ashley’s face as she watched me hardness being devoured.

I was surprised when I felt a firm, slippery toy press against my back door. I felt Mom’s hands reach under and start to massage my balls as she pressed the toy forward. I felt an egg shaped bulb slide up inside of me followed by a narrow, slippery shaft. It started to stroke back and forth inside of me a few times before it began vibrating. I knew that with the feeling of Pam’s throat caressing my hardness, Mom’s hand massaging my balls, and that vibration now hitting right against my prostate, I wasn’t going to last long.

I announced that I was about to cum, and Pam took her mouth off of me, using her hand to pull the skin tightly back, aiming my member at Ashley’s belly. My first shots were powerful, sending ropes of cum covering Ashley’s breasts. Pam aimed my cock down further, releasing the rest of my massive load on top of her belly, covering it almost completely.

When the cum finally stopped flowing, Mom removed the toy. I backed up and Mom moved around and joined Pam who was already licking my cum off of Ashley’s bulging belly. They paused for a minute, and gave each other a passionate tongue filled kiss as my cum dripped from their lips. They returned to Ashley’s skin, carefully catching every drop as it ran down her bump.

“Nurse Kate” took a mouthful of my seed and moved up to Ashley’s head. Ashley met her halfway, and the two of them erotically french kissed as Ashley drank my semen from Mom’s mouth. Mom moved back to Ashley’s breasts, and licked up more of my cum, bringing it back for Ashley to drink each time, over and over. I watched in amazement as the three uninhibited ladies continued their intimacy until all of the seed was cleaned from her skin.

I helped Ashley up, and turned on the shower so we could all get cleaned up… again…

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