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The orgy continues

As Jessica approached, her eyes were meant for me—stormy gray and full of hope even though I hadn’t been the one who had called for her.

Somehow, despite having two beautiful Pacific women sharing my seed after blowing me to completion, Jess seemed under the impression that I harbored some kind of special place for her in my heart.

Or perhaps she was just feeling left out and was starting to wish that I would just include her in my fun. The thought of her wanting to participate in something like this just to secure a place in my harem was kind of hot, I had to admit. The idea that it would lead into her actually enjoying the slippery path to depravity only made it more sexy and interesting to keep her around.

Whatever the reason she seemed so intent on me while ignoring the others, she was prevented from reaching me when Rose put a hand on her waist and brought her to a jarring halt. Rose turned my ex to face her so their breasts nearly brushed each other. Jess immediately looked at me in alarm.

I didn’t make a move to intervene.

Jessica wasn’t into women the way Erin, Helen, Rose, or most of the others in my orbit were. Her tastes aligned more with Bobbi’s—not enthusiastic about intimacy with the fairer sex but open if it allowed them to stay.

A very small part of me was immensely turned on by seeing Rose take my ex-girlfriend in hand, enjoying her regardless of how Jessica felt about it. Was I glad I was no longer dating Jessica? No doubt. Had I forgiven her? Yes.

Did a dark part of me enjoy making my old flame squirm as her sensibilities wrestled with desires?

Fuck yes it did.

The wet sounds of kissing drew my attention and I looked down just as Shea and Charity parted from their lip-lock.

“Enjoy tonight, sweetie,” the masseuse whispered to the younger woman. “I can’t wait for more like this with you.”

“That better be a promise,” Charity replied, looking like Shea had literally taken her breath away.

Shea cut her eyes toward me, wrapping her hand around my cock and giving it a light squeeze that made it throb violently. A little bit of leftover cum blossomed across the tip and began to slowly spread.

“Save some for me,” she said, giving me a heated look as her soft palm slid down my pole, giving it one more quick squeeze before letting go.

She retreated before I had a chance to say anything, following Erin toward Helen and leaving me alone with Charity, Rose, and Jessica.

“Where did you find her?” Charity asked, her wide eyes watching the little flight attendant’s hips sway as she retreated. Her tongue ran across her bottom lip, unconsciously scooping up a few stray strands of my juices.

“I don’t find them,” I said, admiring Shea’s body alongside Charity. Then I looked back at her and was rewarded with a heart-stopping view of those large eyes fixed on me. They had a kind of vulnerable, submissive quality to them that made Charity simply irresistible. “Erin does. You’re the exception.”

“Thank god for a bullet in the gut,” Charity said, her dark liquid eyes threatening to swallow me whole as she wrapped her dainty hand back around my cock.

I grinned. “One hell of a silver lining.”

“Mmhm,” Charity said, dropping her head to take my cock in her mouth, her tongue already lapping at the tip, scooping up my seed just before sliding her thick lips down my pole.

My head dropped against the back of the couch, as I rested my hand on top of Charity, my fingers playing with one of her pigtails. I turned my attention back to Rose and Jessica.

Rose slid her long, dark fingers along either side of Jessica’s neck, her fingertips playing across Jess’s flawless ivory skin as she brought their faces so close together that their noses brushed. Jessica started to look away, but the dancer kept her head in place, facing her.

“I was eyeing those tits of yours in the hot tub that night,” Rose said just loud enough for me to hear. One of her hands dropped to cup Jessica’s heavy tit, and I watched as she squeezed pale flesh through the fabric to the point where it looked like it might pop out of the window of the maid dress. “You don’t know how bad I wanted a taste.”

Rose’s other hand dropped to Jessica’s shirt collar—the only thing keeping the outfit from looking even slightly family-friendly. She deftly popped the button loose, sending the fabric falling away as Jess’s braless tits spilled free. Her pale areolae could barely be distinguished from the rest of her breasts; her nipples, colored the palest pink, were tiny, sensitive nubs that were already pointed and hard.

The dancer hummed in pleasure and immediately dipped down to capture one of Jessica’s nipples between her teeth. My ex-girlfriend hissed, her hands reaching up to press gently against Rose’s shoulders… she cast her gaze at me as if looking for me to save her, and my cock throbbed in Charity’s mouth as our eyes met.

Rose popped the nipple out of her mouth and squeezed Jessica’s tit firmly as she grinned up at the redhead. “Sensitive?”

“They’ve always been sensitive,” I said.

Rose turned her attention to me, then grinned down at Charity. “Good girl… making sure he’s ready for me.”

Charity removed my cock from her mouth and turned to look over her shoulder at Rose. “After what you did for me? It’s the least I can do. Besides…” She turned back to my cock, grinning up at me, “It’s a fun cock to suck. Not too small. Not too big.”

“Just right,” Rose purred, looking back up at Jess. “It’s a little bigger than average, hm? I bet if fits you perfectly.” She punctuated her words with a quick peck on Jessica’s lips, released the maid, and shuffled her way closer to me.

“Can I have a turn now?”

Charity slid away from me, making room for the dancer, who threw one long, slender leg over my thighs and dropped into my lap. Her small, tight ass slid against my crotch, and nestled against the base of my cock while it rested against the dark petals of her pussy. I could feel her warm arousal coating the length of my member as she settled back against me. Rose raised an arm and wrapped it around the back of my head as she turned to look up at me, heat in her dark eyes.

“Fucking wreck me, Marcus,” she whispered and then crushed her lips against mine. We shared a long kiss as her hand snuck between her legs, her fingers sliding up and down my pole as she rocked her hips back and forth, more of her arousal mingling with Charity’s and Shea’s saliva.

We parted, and then Charity’s lips were immediately on mine as she clung to both of us. Her tongue invaded my mouth as the kiss deepened. I felt Rose bend forward, but Charity took up most of my field of vision as we made out. The moment her lips left mine, Rose intercepted her, giving me a front-row seat to a heated, sapphic display of tongues and lips that threatened to make me immediately blow another load.

Peering over Rose and Charity I was able to see that Rose had leaned forward to grab Jessica’s skirt and had it bunched in one hand so that it rode up her thighs. Almost all of my ex’s thighs and crotch were exposed as Rose held onto it like a leash. Jess now stood between my legs.

As Charity and Rose continued to make out, their tongues passing back and forth between each other, Rose released Jessica’s dress and grasped the front of Jess’s open shirt, pulling her down. The two girls parted, providing Rose with an opening to grab a chunk of Jessica’s bottle-red hair and force her head toward me.

“Kiss him,” Rose murmured.

Considering how Rose had treated Jessica all night, Jess shot Rose a confused look as shew as ordered to do something she wanted more than anything. Rose grabbed her by the chin and forced her to look back at me, placing another hand on the back of Jessica’s head and pushing her so close that our lips almost met.

“Kiss him,” Rose urged Jessica. “I wanna see that you can actually kiss, because I haven’t seen any—”

Jessica leaned in and sealed her mouth against mine.

Nostalgia hit me like a truck—the subtle scent of her soap I’d smelled for months… her distinct taste… the familiar feel of her small mouth and soft lips on mine. I remembered the way she liked me to initiate a French kiss, never seeking my tongue out, but aggressively wrestling with me once I invaded her mouth. Jessica liked to try pinning my tongue against the roof of her mouth, and this time was no different.

I cared about some of these women a lot more than Jessica, but still, regardless of what I said or thought… my ex-girlfriend had a small piece of me that these other women would never have—a snapshot of my love, loyalty, and life before I had the wealth. I didn’t have much then, but what I did have, I wanted to share with her.

Now, as we kissed, I could feel that part of us. It was a fossil—dead, but preserved for eternity and ever-present. The way it would always be.

The way Jess was kissing me… it was like she was trying to breathe life back into that long-gone entity.

And even though I matched her enthusiasm and passion in the kiss, the physicality was all that remained. I desired her.

Jessica was a pretty woman in my service.

That was it.

And as her lips drifted from mine, slipping free from the tip of my tongue, her eyes opened, and I saw the longing I’d felt in the kiss turn into the same fleeting realization that I’d witnessed a few times already.

What we had wasn’t coming back. Whatever existed now was the new normal.

“Fuck,” Rose breathed. “I knew you could kiss.”

Rose fell back against me and reached up to place a hand on Jessica’s face. My ex-girlfriend started to shy away from it, but Rose was persistent. Her hand pressed against Jess’s cheek. Her thumb brushed over the maid’s startlingly cherry red lips. It lingered there despite Jess making no move to kiss it.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Charity kneeling next to us, her hand between her legs as she watched the scene unfold in front of her.

Rose pressed her thumb more firmly against Jessica’s lips, and after token resistance, my ex loosened them and let the dancer invade her. The vixen on my lap reached between her legs with her free hand and wrapped her slender fingers around my cock, lifting her hips off my lap so she could nestle the head of my member at the entrance of her pussy.

Working her thumb in and out of Jessica’s mouth as if it were a small cock, Rose mirrored the action with her hips. She lowered herself, slowly feeding my length into her hungry snatch.

“Nnngg,” Rose moaned, her eyes fluttering shut and head rolling back as she bit her lip.

The sight of Jessica taking Rose’s finger, slowly becoming more compliant with each passing moment, was a perfect companion to the feeling of being in Rose’s tight pussy and turned me on to no end. Not that I needed it. The visuals were nice, but the dancer had such a slender build that she was naturally tight. If she hadn’t been so wet, she might have even been a little uncomfortable.

I sank back into the couch cushions and enjoyed Rose’s low-key domination of my ex-girlfriend, taking a moment to appreciate the small woman next to us, openly masturbating while watching Rose and me fuck. I wrapped my hands around the dancer’s tiny waist and began to really get into it, thrusting my hips up to meet her steady rhythm.

Everyone else in the room seemed to be enjoying themselves. Helen and Erin were still making out and exploring each other’s bodies… it looked like my lawyer was currently feasting on Erin’s miraculous tits.

Meanwhile, Shea had found a new partner. Kelly, the American-Indian woman with whom I’d had a quickie the morning after my first party, was currently making out with my masseuse. The noise we’d been making must have awakened her from her drunken slumber alongside Dillon, and I wondered if she’d left my best friend still naked and passed out on that couch. I made a mental note to let him know that he had missed out on some serious action after passing out, which was why I had bowed out of the drinking game so early. Alcohol is nice and all… but it couldn’t hold a candle next to intense sex with a bevvy of bisexual nymphomaniacs.

And then there was Tara, who simply sat and remained untouched, watching Erin writhe in Helen’s lap while the older blonde’s lips seemed to devour every inch of her. I’d caught her staring at my assistant enough times to know how bad she wanted Erin. As I fucked Rose, I split my attention between watching the dancer play with Jessica and wondering just how many times Tara had gotten off while imagining what it would be like to bed the little silver-haired nymph.

Fuck… what would it be like to take both of them to bed? The mere thought made my balls lurch, and I leaned forward to press my lips to Rose’s back. Her skin was like satin under my touch, and as I kissed up her spine, I heard her murmur in pleasure.

I trailed my lips to the left and peered around Rose’s side to see the dancer with her slender fingers woven through Jessica’s red hair. She gripped it tight, her full lips locked onto Jessica’s in a deep make-out session. However, Jessica wasn’t merely allowing Rose to kiss her—she was finally returning Rose’s kisses, giving as good as she got. Their mouths were opened wide, tongues lashing at each other. Jessica latched onto Rose’s bottom lip and tugged. Rose retaliated, lunging at those cherry-red lips, teeth snapping.

Both of Rose’s hands were latched onto Jessica’s breasts, her fingertips digging into the mounds of flesh. She ground her palms against Jessica’s sensitive nipples, a low growl emitting from the back of her throat. Jess’s hands were on top of Rose’s, gripping them—but it didn’t look like she was trying to pull them loose. It looked more like Jess was simply holding onto Rose as if she were some kind of life preserver for a drowning woman. An air of reluctance still hung about her—in the way her shoulders tensed, in her stance that still portrayed at least a modicum of discomfort.

But Rose was wearing her down.

I’d already cum several times, so I was enjoying the extra stamina as I fucked one of the tightest cunts I’d ever had the pleasure of entering. I leaned back into the couch cushions again, sliding my hands up Rose’s tiny waist, enjoying the slight flare as my fingertips trailed up her rib cage. My hands slid around front, cupping her petite breasts. Her small, Hershey’s-kiss nipples were like pebbles piercing my palms as I hugged her to me, pulling her back against my chest.

She didn’t fight me. Instead, she dragged Jessica with her, and my ex half-stumbled onto the couch, raising a hand to brace herself on the back so her full weight wouldn’t fall on top of the woman she was still kissing.

Now, I could see them clearly, inches from my face. Their kissing was noisy—messy smacks and sucking, tongues lashing and licking. I leaned in and ran my tongue up the side of Rose’s cheek, tasting salt from all the physical labor she’d undergone throughout the evening.

Rose rolled her head back, breaking the kiss with Jess. Jess refused to let go, her teeth latched onto Rose’s bottom lip as she tugged at it.

“Fuck, yes!” Rose groaned loudly, pressing her cheek against the side of my face, dropping her hands onto my thighs so she could brace herself and ride me harder… faster.

She turned her head, finally breaking free from Jessica’s hold on her lip, and sought my mouth hungrily. Jessica followed, and the three of us shared a three-way kiss that I got lost in. I couldn’t track whose tongue was whose. I couldn’t keep up with whose lips were on mine, whose hands were where. We shared each other’s breath, and our scents mingled so thoroughly they became something entirely new.

I finally broke free, needing to breathe, and caught sight of Charity. She had dropped back on the couch so that her head rested on the armrest on the opposite end. Her heels were planted into the cushion just beneath her ass. Her knees were thrust in the air, spread wide, displaying her smooth, glistening pussy.

I expected to see her own hand still between her legs, but instead, a different hand was there. Crimson nails ran up and down her slick slit, the middle and ring fingers dipping inside to the second knuckle before retracting to play with Charity’s sensitive clit. My gaze traveled up her body, noting her slightly concave belly as she lay stretched out on the cushions. Charity’s face was half-covered by a sheet of thick, coal-black hair.

Kelly was now kneeling on the ground next to the couch, hunched over the young woman as they fiercely made out. Charity’s hand slid up the back of Kelly’s head, keeping her locked in the kiss.

One of Kelly’s legs slid onto the couch, then the other followed as she stretched out beside Charity. The kiss didn’t break, and the pleasure between the younger woman’s legs didn’t cease as Kelly settled in beside her. The two of them were completely lost in lesbian pleasures.

I glanced back over to where I’d last seen her and Shea kissing, wondering where my masseuse had gotten off to. I was rewarded with a beautiful sight—Shea peeling off Tara’s bikini top as the two of them watched Erin hard at work pleasuring Helen.

My assistant had crawled off the couch and was now settled between Helen’s legs. Her silver head bobbed up and down as she set to work pleasuring my gorgeous blonde. Helen had sunk deep into the couch cushions, her arms gripping the backrest. Her limbs were stretched out, muscles taut as she surrendered to Erin’s oral service. Her hair was wild, hanging around her face as her head lolled forward, lips pulled tight over her teeth in a rictus of pleasure.

Helen’s eyes fluttered open—and she shot that icy gaze directly at me from across the room. Despite having a lithe dancer fifteen years her junior grinding in my lap, Helen still caught me staring at her, and her grimace slowly began to curl into a half-smile—one part pride and flattery. Two parts, desire.

Suddenly, Rose wrenched her lips free of Jessica’s. She planted a hand on top of her head and pushed. “Get on your knees,” Rose ordered.

Jess didn’t immediately move. Once again, she looked at me in confusion as if I was going to help explain what Rose was doing. She started to lean forward again, her lips seeking Rose’s once more. The dancer stopped her cold with a hand on her chest, giving her a hard look. Jess looked back at me.

“You heard her,” I growled.

Jessica had gone down on women before—most notably in my hot tub a little over a month ago. That night, a lot of us ended up passing her around like a half-smoked joint. She had tasted almost everyone before we finally got out. By that time, while Jessica didn’t seem enthusiastic about eating pussy, she certainly wasn’t shying away from it.

She turned her stormy eyes back to Rose in one final, silent plea—but whatever she saw must’ve shut down any lingering hope. Slowly, she began to sink to her knees.

Rose, her hand still on top of Jessica’s head, guided my ex-lover between her legs until she was face-to-face with the dancer’s glistening sex. Rose’s grip on her head tightened, and judging by the way she tensed in my arms, Jessica must’ve set to work. Moments later, I received confirmation as I felt a tongue lap at my length while it disappeared in and out of Rose’s dripping core.

Fuck.

I wasn’t going to last long like this.

“Oh my God!” Rose cried out as she bounced up and down on my cock, drawing my attention. My hand on her breast slid up her chest and closed in on her throat as I held her against me, and I raised my hand high in the air. The crack of skin against skin resounded through the room as I brought my palm crashing down on her pert little ass.

“Fuck!” She bellowed.

We continued on like that for another minute or two—her jumping up and down on my crotch while I thrust up to meet her. Every second or third meeting of our groins was accompanied by a sharp slap to her ass. Rose’s interactions with Jessica had served to out her as a little bit of a mean girl and probably could have used some spankings to keep her humble. The dancer seemed like the type to easily get an ego that was probably a little too big for her.

Kelly, now halfway on top of Charity, looked over her shoulder, first at Helen, then at the three of us. She slid an arm under Charity’s head and helped her prop up so that the two could watch us while they mutually pleasured each other.

A cry from the other side of the room drew my attention. Helen had her head thrown back, wailing in ecstasy as she ground her crotch against Erin’s face. Her teeth were clenched, and her eyes were screwed shut as her orgasm ran through her like a locomotive. The two of them had been intimate for so long that I wasn’t worried about the dominant blonde hurting my favorite assistant. Still, to any outsider, it might have been worrying to see how rough she was treating the woman giving her so much pleasure.

Shea held Tara tight against her, her free hand buried between the trainer’s legs as they watched Helen’s throes of passion.

Before Helen’s cries had fully faded, Rose came on my cock, shuddering in my arms as she clutched Jessica’s head tightly between her thighs. Jess struggled to keep up—our constant movement turned her tongue and lips into more of a stray passenger than an active participant. But for me, that didn’t matter. The real thrill was seeing her there, made to serve not just me, but anyone I allowed. Her presence, submissive and pliant, was the perfect spice for this decadent celebration of my return to New York.

After the third or fourth spasm on my cock, Rose fell forward, dragging Jessica with her as they collapsed onto the floor with the dancer on top of my old girlfriend. Rose’s ass lurched into the air, still convulsing from the climax I’d just given her. Her cries were muffled, however, as she forced her tongue down Jessica’s throat while grinding on her leg.

Surprised, Jessica flailed under her aggressive lover, her hands balled into fists as they beat weakly against Rose’s back. Each strike was weaker than the last as she quickly surrendered to the lesbian assault.

However, Rose had fallen off my cock a little too soon, and I wasn’t done firing off rounds. Two more loads shot out of the tip of my penis, arcing high in the air. The first one landed just to the left of Rose’s ass crack—a long string of white fluid that clung to her smooth, dark ass. The second landed across Jess’s knee. Two weaker spurts followed, landing on the floor between Jessica’s and Rose’s legs, while some of it clung to the length of my cock.

“Oh fuck!” I cried out, wrapping my hand around my cock and pumping it up and down several times, not wanting that sensation to end.

Especially when I caught sight of what was happening on the other couch

Erin had abandoned an almost comatose Helen to crawl up on the cushions between Tara’s legs. She had one hand on the back of the couch and one on Tara’s knee. Shea had her own fingers in her mouth, obviously tasting the Australian after fingering her. The smile on Erin’s face was a mixture of manic glee and unadulterated hunger as she hovered over my trainer. Their lips were dangerously close.

Fuck… Tara and Erin were two of the most beautiful women I’d ever seen. I wanted to see them kiss. I knew it wouldn’t happen; it would ruin Erin’s little experiment. But I wanted to see it so fucking bad.

My cock had stopped pumping out semen moments ago, but I still fisted it as I watched the two of them. Kelly stirred out of the corner of my eye, but I barely registered it. My cock still burned with pleasure even after cumming—I could keep going.

That fucking pill…

Erin dipped forward, and just when I thought she was going to give in and taste Tara…

Her mouth crashed onto Shea’s as the two of them made out in wild abandon.

“Jesus… fuck…” Those were the only pitiful words I had for the performance I’d only had glimpses of.

“Fuck that’s hot,” Rose called out, still on top of Jessica. She had her fingers buried in Jess’s cunt and was fucking it furiously while keeping a firm grip on her red hair, forcing Jess to watch Erin and Shea along with her. Rose’s own slippery cunt rode up and down Jessica’s thigh, leaving a slimy trail of both of our fluids along Jess’s porcelain skin.

Before I knew what was happening, Kelly’s broad ass moved into view, blocking my view of Erin and Shea’s makeout session. She was straddling Rose and Jessica. My eyes traveled up her curvy, statuesque form to see her grinning down at me from over one shoulder. Her body was turned just enough to notice the copper-colored side of one of her heavy breasts.

Without saying a word, Kelly bent over at the waist and pressed her hands into the coffee table between the two couches that had seen so much use. She still kept her eyes on me as she wiggled her juicy rear in the air only a few feet from my face.

“Are you and Dillon a thing?” I asked, stroking my cock as I stared at her.

“Nope,” she said with a broad grin plastered across her face.

“If you’re lying to me—”

“Neither of you would ever see or speak to me again,” Kelly said with a smirk. “I know the drill.”

Her fingers slithered between her legs and spread open the puffy outer lips of her pussy, exposing her dark, prominent petals. Fluids clung to them as they parted—female fluids. “I promise… we’re not dating, Marcus.”

“What’s more,” she continued, “The poor dummy drank so much that he couldn’t get that monster hard. I had to settle for a mediocre tonguing.” Her heavy eyebrows knitted together as she stared at me, her eyes, glazed over from alcohol, managed to sharpen into clear focus for a single, solitary moment. “Marcus,” she said, her tone suddenly earnest, “I’m horny…”

The speed in which I came off that couch, grabbed hold of her hips, and fed her my cock had to have set a record. In one fluid motion, I was buried inside her to the hilt. 

“Ah… fuck!” Kelly cried out with the biggest smile on her face. She turned and looked at the other ladies in the room, who all had their attention focused on us.

Erin had climbed off the couch and was slinking her way toward the floor. Her slender fingers grasped the coffee table opposite, and she slowly hauled herself up on it, her silver hair a disheveled mess. She looked like a hot version of something from a horror movie with how she moved across the floor and climbed my furniture as she eyed us. Her eyes were feral.

Helen took Erin’s place on the couch, climbing over Tara to swap tongues with Shea. As I fucked in and out of Kelly like a jackhammer, I watched as Tara couldn’t take any more and lifted herself off Shea just enough for her lips to taste Helen’s throat. She tentatively gave it a lick and then sucked on it before Helen pulled back just enough to prevent my personal trainer from doing more. Helen whispered something to her that had Tara looking almost upset. Shea leaned in close and whispered something in her ear.

And then Helen slowly turned her gaze to meet me as her hand traveled down her side… her fingers grazing over her own ribs, exploring the curve of her breast, and then disappearing between Tara’s legs. Shea grabbed Tara’s chin and tugged on it until Tara was looking at her out of the corner of her eye. Shea pressed her generous lips to the corner of Tara’s mouth, laying little kisses there and muttering against Tara’s cheek.

Suddenly, Tara’s eyes fluttered shut, her mouth opened wide, and her hips began to jerk violently in response to whatever Helen was doing to her.

I felt something warm and wet make contact with my balls and looked under my legs to see Jessica’s tongue extended as she tried to lap at my scrotum while on her knees. Rose held her firmly by the chin, guiding her and keeping her in place as she knelt behind Jess. She had one arm firmly wrapped around Jess’s plush waist, that hand tightly gripping one of Jessica’s breasts.

Fuck… I’d be interested to see what Rose could do with Jess in the dungeon and made a mental note to make it happen.

Erin, now on top of the table, crawled across it, grabbed Kelly by the chin, and smashed her lips on the Indian-American as I continued to fuck her. She continued to crawl forward, sliding to her knees as she brought her other hand up to wrap her fingers around Kelly’s throat.

The hungry sounds of their kissing spurred me forward, and I picked up the pace, breathing hard as I felt a bead of sweat begin to drip down my forehead. I’d lost count of how many times I came, and yet there were so many other women that I hadn’t stuck my dick in yet. I hadn’t even touched Helen.

I suddenly felt a presence next to me, and Charity was suddenly pressing herself into my side, slipping her head under my arm, and pressing her lips to my chest as she raked her fingernails up and down my abdomen. She looked up at me with those big brown eyes—their innocent gaze covering for the fact that she was an insatiable succubus.

“Will you be able to fuck me again?” she asked as she rested her chin on my chest.

God… was I literally going to fuck until every ounce of my fluids was passed out of my body?

A muffled squeal erupted from Kelly as I suddenly felt the walls of her pussy collapse around my cock. She screamed into Erin’s mouth, cutting off whatever I’d been about to say to Charity.

Instead of dropping off my cock, however, Kelly reached back with both of her hands, waving them frantically in the air. I caught her wrists as Charity picked up on what I was trying to do and slipped out from under my arm. Now, using Kelly’s arms as leverage, I slammed in her even harder.

“God, yes!” Kelly groaned loudly as she tore her mouth free from Erin’s. She looked back at me, her eyes wild through the messy curtain of black hair across her face.

“Yes,” I huffed and leaned down to kiss Charity, seeking out her tongue immediately.

The ferocity of my thrusts must have been too much for Rose and Jess. I could no longer feel their tongues on my balls. Instead, Rose had escorted Jessica out from under my legs, and they’d both stood up. Just as I broke my kiss with Charity, Rose captured my face and guided me to Jessica, who stood in front of her.

As I kissed my ex-girlfriend’s tender lips, Rose pressed her modest chest against her back, squishing the redhead between us as she began nibbling and biting up Jessica’s neck to her ear, and then back down. I felt Jess yelp into my mouth as Rose bit hard on her shoulder and tweaked her nipples roughly. She didn’t take her lips off mine, though. Instead, she lifted a hand and put it on the side of my face, her tender touch suggesting that she wanted this kiss to be more than it was.

I immediately put a stop to it by ending the kiss. Rose raised her face from the crook of Jessica’s neck just in time to give me a quick, hungry kiss, and then I looked back at Charity, who still stood on the other side of me.

“Kiss her,” I said.

Charity didn’t hesitate. Reaching across me, she wrapped one hand around the back of Jess’s neck and hauled her closer. Fortunately, Jessica was tall enough that she was able to reach over mine and Kelly’s interlocked arms and capture the shorter girl’s lips in hers. Again—she wasn’t exactly enthusiastic about it, but she seemed willing to do whatever I told her.

Erin had transitioned from her knees to her small, pert ass, and laid back on the coffee table, face-up. With her legs spread open, she gave Kelly a perfect view of her small, hairless snatch, and Kelly needed no further invitation. She lowered her head between Erin’s thighs and set to work, finally giving Erin what she so desperately needed—an orgasm.

“Ugh! Oh god!” Erin cried out, reaching over her shoulder to grip the edge of the coffee table behind her. It did fantastic things to her impossibly firm tits, stretching them taught on her little chest… her nipples hard enough to slice through glass.

Tara watched the scene unfold while sandwiched between Helen and Shea. Helen was running her lips and tongue up and down Tara’s neck, nipping at it with her teeth as she manipulated her pussy with her fingers. Shea still sat behind her, her tongue running up the side of Tara’s face… her hands cupping Tara’s firm tits as she played with her nipples.

I looked up, and standing in the doorway were two new people—William and Camille. William’s eyes were wide in disbelief, a little discomfort, and an edge of lust. He was still in his swim trunks, chest bare and chiseled… looking like some kind of Greek god. His piercing blue eyes couldn’t leave the sight of the three women on the couch nearest him, the slender and firm personal trainer sandwiched between the blonde lawyer and the Pacific flight attendant.

Camille wasn’t looking at them. Her eyes were locked on me.

They were a collection of blues, grays, and greens that reminded me of an angry sea ready to swallow me whole.

Which is exactly the kind of look she gave me.

Unlike William, she’d never changed into a swimsuit. She’d been too busy working. She was wearing her uniform pants that did so many wonderful things to her juicy ass, but she’d traded out her normal shirt for a simple, salmon-colored cotton T-shirt. It stretched over her curves, her tits clearly wanting to be free of the fabric as it molded perfectly to her form. Its V-neck wasn’t particularly deep, but considering her tits… her cleavage was spectacular.

And she would not stop eye-fucking me.

There, surrounded by some of the hottest girls I’d ever seen, with my dick buried in the soaking pussy of a social media model who had her face buried in the pussy of my incredibly hot personal assistant… all while two women made out in front of me… I locked my gaze directly on my chef, daring her to look away while I fucked this Indian beauty.

And then I unloaded deep inside the model, surrounded by unparalleled beauty, yet my eyes never left Camille’s for a second. The way she stared at me… it was mesmerizing.

She kept her gaze on me through my entire climax until William finally said something to her that I couldn’t hear over all the cries of female pleasure erupting around me.

Finally, Camille looked up at William and murmured something in reply, her plush lips curling into a pleased smile. Then William looked from me, back at his fiancée, and then gave her a nod before turning around and disappearing through the door.

Camille turned her attention back to me as I continued to shoot load after load inside Kelly. Charity had gone back to kissing my chest and arm. Jessica was only a few inches shorter than me, and proceeded to step in close, her large tits pressing into my body as she dragged her mouth across my throat.

Rose slowly sauntered over to Erin and had knelt on the table behind the little silver-haired woman and proceeded to climb on the table so she could drop her pussy on Erin’s face. She immediately leaned forward and began working with Kelly to ensure my assistant was thoroughly pleased.

And there was Camille, still watching me from that same wall Shea had been leaning against until she had moved to Tara. Her fingers trailed idly up and down the hem of her shirt’s V-neck, teasing herself, studying me as her chest rose and fell as she became more aroused.

Kelly began to cry out again and collapsed forward. Droplets of cum went in every direction as my cock bobbed in the air just long enough for Jessica and Charity both to drop to their knees and begin cleaning me off.

Despite everything, my cock was still hard.

I finally managed to tear my gaze away from Camille to survey the Bacchanalia that had taken over the game room. Shea, Tara, and Helen… Kelly, Rose, and Erin… me, Jessica, and Charity… all the different combinations that had taken shape. The way everyone had moved fluidly from one partner to the next like some kind of erotic dance…

I stood there, surrounded by writhing females, while clutching one on either side of me. My chest heaved as I tried to catch my breath. It was all so much.

Was it too much?

Could one man have too much sex with too many partners?

Could a harem be too big?

I glanced back in the direction of Camille, and the spot where she’d been standing was now empty. I glanced around, but she was nowhere to be seen. She was gone… like a spirit.

“Hey!”

My eyes scanned the room once more, wondering what the hell my chef had even been doing here with William, and what did those long, teasing looks mean? And what had William and she told each other? It looked like it had been about him… or perhaps it had been about the group sex in general?

Either way, a conversation was going to come soon.

Finally tearing my eyes from the spot where my chef had been, I looked down at Charity, who was holding a water bottle. She held it in front of me, still leaning into my arm while looking up at me with those big eyes of hers.

“Don’t forget to drink some water.”

I took the bottle from her, popped open the cap, and threw it back as I stood in the middle of the room fully in the nude, my member ready for round… whatever.

This was going to be a long, fun night.

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Anna agrees to try being a Ponygirl with her friend and pony girl Beck

It was break time at work. Being shy I had taken out my book and was finding my place when Becky, who was my age, nineteen, sat down beside me.

“Good book?” she asked.

“Uh huh, yeah really good,” I replied nodding. I put the book down and looked across at her with a smile. She smiled back and we sat together both, I guess, wanting to say something and both too shy to do so.

Suddenly she spoke “,You should try being a pony girl.”

‘Excuse me?” I replied startled. She was taken aback by my response and blushed.

“I said, um, you should try being a pony girl.”

I looked at her, I was puzzled- like was she one, and why me- but to be honest excited at the same time. I knew what pony girls were but it hadn’t interested me as something I’d want to do.

‘Why do you say that?” I asked quietly. She could see I was interested and moved closer.

‘Oh, its a few things really, I just think you’d love it- I do.”

I was looking at her with my mouth open.

‘Um, well what do you do?”

“Well its like the word says we’re ponies. Like we pretend to be ponies really. “

I was staring intently and nodding, she continued on,” like we have to strut on two legs obviously but we act like ponies. I love it.”

I was still staring, my mouth was still open and now I was nodding.

“I have to be totally submissive when I’m a pony and do everything I’m told. I love that. Oh and sometimes I make mistakes and I have to be punished- love that too. Oh some girls have masters but I have a Mistress.”

“Who’s that?” I asked , moving in closer as well.

“Its Rachel my sister, she’s eighteen but she’s really good and she’s got a friend Juliet who’s nineteen and she taught Rachel how to train me. Her pony had to move away with her family and now she’s looking for a new pony.”

She looked at me after she’d finished.

“So do you think I might be interested?”

“No, I mean yes, oh look, I am sure you will want to be a pony girl, but she has very high standards, so its really if she wants you.”

‘Oh hey,” I asked,” can I give it a try? If I don’t like it or I’m not good enough you’ll still speak to me, won’t you?”

“Course I will,” she answered,” and I’m sure you’ll be fine.”

We continued the conversation with her giving me an insight into a pony girl’s mind and her lifestyle. She had me wet and my fingers went under my skirt. She saw what I was doing and smiled. Her fingers went under her skirt too and we sat there playing with ourselves until the break was over.

I went home that night, stripped naked in my bedroom and practiced the pony girl prancing step. My boobs bounced up and down as I did the high knee action. Oh I loved it, I stared in the mirror as they bounced so beautifully up and down and thought of my self like this, naked, in front of all those Masters and Mistresses with my boobs bouncing.I turned and watched my butt – I had to arrange the mirror doors so I could see my butt easily. Oh yes, it quivered as I pranced.

At work the next day I couldn’t wait to speak to Becky. She saw my face,

“You tried it?”

My face glowed.

“Oh my yes, Oh it was fantastic.”

“We’re having a session tonight if you’d like to come along?”

“Oh I’d love to but I don’t have a car,” I answered sadly.

“That’s OK, I’ve got Mom’s car today so I can give you a ride,” she answered.

So after work she took me home and I told Mom I was going to try out as a Pony Girl. She was delighted and hoped I’d have lots of fun and she didn’t expect me home until late, if at all.

As we headed to her place Becky gave me an idea of what to expect when I met her sister; she would be looking at me as a pony girl and I needed to obey her commands and not make eye contact. I could feel myself getting wet at the thought of meeting Rachel and had my legs pressed together the rest of the way.

At Becky’s place we got out and went inside. I had thought I was going to be stripping off but it was not to be. Instead Rachel summoned me over and I stood still as she took hold of my jaw and opened my mouth to have a good look at my teeth, then tilted my head to look in my eyes-I looked away – and in my ears. She felt my butt, my thighs , calves and closely examined my feet.

When she had finished she nodded, obviously pleased with what she had seen and how I had behaved. She got all the equipment ready, put it in the car and we were on our way, Becky driving as she had her license, Rachel in the front seat and me in the rear.

Our destination was a large hall on the outskirts of town. The property was down a winding driveway and was not visible from the road. There would have been twenty cars in the car park and I wondered how many people would be there. It looked like a lot and I felt curiously excited at being naked in front of them. Becky parked the car and we got out.

As Mistress Rachel walked in front and as ponies Becky and I walked a respectful two paces behind her. Rachael walked straight in and went over to another Mistress. This one was tall, brunette and very assured, it could only be Juliet.I was immediately in awe of her and longed to be hers, both as her pony and as her submissive, I guess.

Rachel looked at me and gestured for me to come forward to meet this Goddess. I moved forward timidly and stood as erect as I could with my head up, shoulders back, chest out, tummy in and legs straight.

I was so nervous I was nearly peeing myself but she was pleased.

“So you want to be my pony?”

“Yes Miss,” I replied quietly looking down.

“Hmmm, well lets see how you go this evening.”

She turned to Rachel, ignoring the pony Becky, and said,”Thanks Hon, she looks like a really good prospect, I’ll see you out there later.”

They exchanged nods and Rachel led Becky away to be prepared while Juliet led me off in another direction. We were away to the side but still in the exercise ring. She started to undress me. I stood still as my blouse was unbuttoned and removed, then folded neatly, my bra was removed and also folded, my shoes and socks, then my jeans and panties- which were wet.

So now I stood naked where everyone could see but the trouble was no one appeared to be watching; there were naked pony girls everywhere and their owners were too busy fussing over them to look at me.

Juliet was thorough; she went through the same routine as Rachael had; examining my mouth, eyes and ears then she examined my body minutely. I was still a virgin and had never had anyone look at me like that. She got me to bend over and she pulled my ass cheeks apart and I could feel her finger in my anus, then I felt her fingers in my pussy pull the lips apart and from her breath on my exposed pussy she was very close examining in there as well.

I kept my pussy trimmed so there weren’t any stray hairs showing from my swim suit or panties but otherwise it was quite hairy.

“I’m going to prepare you to be a pony girl Anna,” she told me.

She led me to a bathroom area where other Owners were preparing their ponies. I was to be hosed off first- well ponies don’t have showers- do they? The water was cold and I turned and raised my arms then bent over and pulled my cheeks apart on her orders. I was then soaped with a brush and hosed off again.

Wet and cold with my nipples like rocks I was walked over to an area beside the hosing area and Juliet spread shave cream all over my body from just under my eyes down, front and back. She used a cut throat razor and shaved every inch of my body. In front of us was a wall mirror and I watched as my, in some places slightly hairy and in others very hairy, body became completely hairless. I was dying to stick my fingers in my pussy but I knew I would have to behave so I just stood still and tried to think like a pony.

Once finished she walked me back over to the hose off area and hosed me off again. This time though I was dried and made to kneel while she braided my hair and put pony girl make up on me. Pony girls wear lots of makeup, part of the appeal I guess- it sure was for me. Next step was the pony girl shoes. These are always very high, much like walking on your toes in ballet. The ones I got resembled a hoof where my toes went and I had to angle my feet down as steeply as I could to fit in them. Once they were on I felt like I was a pony. my movements were now very restricted and walking was very difficult.

Finally it was time for me to have the bridle put on my head while a belt was fastened round my waist. This is what the shafts would be connected to when I reached the stage of pulling a cart or buggy. There were also links at the side and Juliet put cuffs om my wrists and hooked them to the links on the belt. I was now restrained.

I loved the sensation of being so under her control I couldn’t help it and my cum started dribbling down my thigh.

She looked at me and pointedly at my wet pussy and smiled. As I stood there she patted my butt and rubbed my shoulders.

“Good girl,” she said and I couldn’t ever remember being happier than at that exact moment. She walked me over to the edge of the exercise ring and told me to watch the pony girls in training now because they were the Elite Grade- the best of the best as she put it.

So I did. They were good, having had a try I was aware of how difficult the steps were and mixing a slow step with a trot and pulling the cart round the course , changing direction, backing up and so on was a complex string of commands all of which they obeyed flawlessly. I was in awe of them and realized how much work I would require to reach their standard.

It wasn’t a conscious decision I simply knew my one desire was to be a pony girl, the best pony girl I could possibly be and I would do everything I could to be that. After a time Juliet came back to me, she had been chatting with some other Mistresses, and walked me away from the ring and out the back into the open. It was cold outside but I didn’t mind, I was with her and I had her undivided attention.

“You saw what the top ponies can do?”

“Yes Miss.”

“They took years to reach that standard and some of them still require work in some areas. What I’m saying is don’t be over awed, we will start and you will improve and then we will move up to the next level. OK?”

I nodded and I couldn’t help smile, my eyes lifted to hers for just a moment then I looked down as I instinctively knew a submissive should.

She smiled again, patted my butt (I loved that), and attached a training rope to my bridle. It was twenty feet in length and she had me move away so the rope was at full stretch and on command I started a slow pony girl trot- high knee lift and slow movement- moving in a circle as she controlled me on the rope. I was subjected to a string of commands and corrections; tummy in, head straight, chin up, bring your legs down straighter and so on. She must have been happy finally as I moved to a trot and then the prance.

We had been exercising for over an hour and the sweat was pouring off me. I was exhausted but wanted to keep going for her and because I felt so hot having her stare at my naked body. I could feel my tits bouncing up and down and my pussy was just wet.

She pulled on the rope and I walked submissively over to her.

“Anna, you’re a pony not an exhibitionist. You keep doing things to show off your body for me and your cum is running down your legs. You need to think in terms of being a pony or I can promise you your enjoyment will be short lived.”

I was crushed, my shoulders slumped and I suddenly felt terribly embarrassed. This was the moment she had been waiting for and as I wallowed in self pity she took hold of my shoulder and turned me to face her.

“You were born to be a pony girl. I can train you and you will love what you do, you will not be aware of being naked in front of the Mistresses and other pony girls, it will seem completely natural for you. You will delight in being a pony girl but it is not the place for you to have orgasms.”

I nodded, still looking down.

“OK, well I think you’ve had enough, the first time is always difficult. I won’t keep you in suspense, you will be my pony. After each session you will become a submissive and I will use your body for my, and your sexual pleasure. That is the other side of being a pony girl- Becky enjoys it,” she added quietly.

I couldn’t help it; my pussy was wide open and glistening with my cum.

“Now I will hose you off and brush you down and you can watch Becky go through her paces.”

She removed my waist belt, bridle, cuffs and pony girl shoes- it felt strange to be walking on the soles of my feet again.then led me to the hose down area and hosed me off, I was washed again and the soap hosed off. She dried me with a towel then brushed me with a curry comb. It felt fantastic on my skin.

I was now naked and she left me so as we walked round to a vantage point to watch Rachael put Becky through her paces. Becky had the high plumes in her bridle and a bit in place. Her hands were secured just behind her sides and she wore the very high pony girl shoes.

Her routine amazed me, and I watched as her breasts bounced rhythmically up and down in time to her prancing step. She got her knees up higher and just a bit wider than mine but it made seeing her pussy that much easier. Rachael was in the cart Pony Becky was pulling and her whip lashed Becky’s back and bottom as she gave her commands.

Finally the exercise finished and Becky was covered in sweat with her chest heaving. Rachael got out of the cart , went up to her pony and patted her on the shoulder. I could see Becky moving her weight just a bit closer to Rachael who held the reins and led Pony and cart to the dismount area.

She released the trails, undid the belt, removed the bride and bit then pointed to the hosing area. Becky obediently walked in her pony shoes to the area.She lay on her back with her legs up so Rachael could undo them and take them off. With her shoes off she walked to the hosing area and stood as I had to be hosed with cold water, scrubbed with soapy water and hosed off again. She was then dried and brushed, although only lightly on her rear.

We had been among the last to get started and given our exercises happened one after the other there were just a few ponies and Mistresses left in the exercise yard; the rest were in the lounge. Juliet led us in. The pony girls and Mistresses were congregating in two separate groups. Becky took my arm and led me to the pony girl group while Rachael and Juliet joined the other Mistresses. I was momentarily disappointed to lose Juliet like that; I had expected her to get a strap on and start fucking me- so did my wet pussy.

“Hi girls, this is Anna,” Becky announced to the other pony girls. They crowded round, hugging ,fondling and kissing as they introduced themselves and each other. In no time I was lying on the floor with my legs wide apart and a hand probing my pussy.

“Holy fuck!” Cindy, who’s lovely hand was at work down there, exclaimed, “She’s a virgin!” The others stopped and stared.

Juliet heard too,

“I know,” I heard her say.

It hadn’t occurred to me in this day and age to be anything special, but it was here obviously. So now I lay on my back with my legs spread on my own with a circle of pony girls around me.I looked over to Juliet and I saw she had moved to the side and was stripping off, still talking with the others and quite at ease.

While she was getting ready the other pony girls gathered round me; in their pony girl role their faces were impassive but now they sported grins and smiles. Quite a few were lovers and they stood with their arms round each other looking down at me. The Mistresses came over too and mingled, some were lovers with their pony girls and others loved another Mistress. When she was ready Juliet walked over to me. She knelt at my pussy and smiled at me.

“I would like to take your cherry hon, is that OK with you?”

I beamed; that was exactly what I had been dreaming would happen and I couldn’t wait. I reached up for her and she positioned the strap on she was wearing in the entrance of my vagina then lay on top of me. I wrapped my arms around her and tilted my tummy up so her shaft could get in easier.

Everyone was silent and I could hear my breathing. Juliet got the tip to just pushing on my hymen then pushed a little more. I felt it stretch and then she drew back and rammed it home. She tore through my membrane and I felt the tearing sensation and the pain- nowhere near as bad as I had expected and with the shaft deep in my pussy and my Mistress in my arms it was of no consequence to me.

But it was to the others and they clapped and cheered when Juliet had rammed her cock home. They fell silent again until the blood started to seep out, then they clapped and cheered again. I didn’t look up- if I had I would have seen one face not smiling. I had my eyes closed as Juliet fucked me with her strap on, she fiddled with my clit with her fingers as she rammed the shaft deep in my pussy. It didn’t take long and I came; she pulled out and I lay with legs apart as my orgasm started. My body wanted to press my legs together but two girls took a foot each and pulled to keep them apart and my pussy on display.

I lay there after I had cummed and opened my eyes, some of the girls were still watching and smiling; over to the side was one who wasn’t smiling – Becky.

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She looked very unhappy and stood with shoulders slumped and arms crossed.I realized at that instant just how much she meant to me; I had thought of her and me and it made more sense than Juliet and me because we would never be equal enough to have a relationship. I worshiped her and when she was going to fuck me, ohh that had made me so hot. The girl I cared for though truly was Becky and I looked up at her and stretched my arms out for her.

She looked surprised. She pointed to herself in that ‘what me?” gesture and I nodded. She lay down on me just as Juliet had done only without the air of authority- or the strap on. She trembled as she lay on me and I turned her so that I was on top and kissing her. Her body shook as she held me so tight.

‘Hey baby,” I whispered in her ear,” its alright, I’m here for you. “

She looked at me with a look of such fear then pressed her face to my cheek and shook.

“I couldn’t stand that,” she stated finally”, I want you to be mine.”

No please or modifiers just a straight out heartfelt declaration.

“I am,” I replied, then squeezed her. I felt her relax and the hands that had squeezed were now stroking me gently as she turned me and now we were side by side on the floor.

We kissed and cuddled, I noticed a naked Juliet fucking a naked Rachael and it was clear that that was where Juliet’s love lay. Cuddling with Becky was good enough for me though, I hadn’t realized how strongly I felt about her and I just couldn’t press my body hard enough against her.

After half an hour the Mistresses came over and told us to get dressed, it was time to head off.

Juliet had her own car so they said their good byes there then Becky and Rachael went via my place to drop me off. It was late and I expected Mom to be in bed but the lights were on and I could see her through the window.

She came out to the car and said hi to Rachael and Becky, we stood together and waved as they drove away, then went inside.

“So?” she asked,”and how did it go?”

‘Oh Mom I loved it,” I replied a huge beaming smile on my face. And I went over everything for her, meeting Rachael and her inspection of me, the hall, meeting Juliet and how overawed I felt and how I wanted to be her pony girl, then the being stripped, showered, shaved, wearing the pony girl shoes, watching the others and watching Becky, how amazing Becky was, being a pony girl, and being fucked by Juliet in front of all those women and girls.

As I told her what I had done or seen her eyes closed and her hand slipped up under her dress, later her legs were splayed , her mouth was open and her dress was pulled right up, her thong pulled to the side as she masturbated furiously.

“Oh fuck, I have dreamed all my life of being a pony girl,” she signed as she raised her hips and slipped her thong off.

We had never been prudish about nudity but neither of us had masturbated in front of the other. I liked it, and watched her as I told her of the things that had happened and how I felt about them.She unzipped and pulled her dress up and over them unfastened her bra and shucked that off too.

“I love having you watch babe,” she told me licking her lips,”why don’t you strip off too and masturbate beside me?”

So I did. She was amazed at my super smooth body and made me open my legs and spread my cheeks while she checked me out. It felt incredibly erotic knowing my own mother was examining me and that I was turned on by her doing so. After she had a really thorough look I sprawled beside her, our bodies touching and started playing with myself.

We had been going for about ten minutes when she got up went into her bedroom and came back with her toys. She lubed up my asshole and stuck a long skinny one up there then turned it on. I rotated my ass around as I felt it working inside me. She then eased a big pink vibrator in my pussy kissed me and started to push vibrators in both her holes. I stroked her breasts while she did this and felt her hard nipples under my palms.

Eventually I just came and came and came.Mom did too and we lay together utterly shagged. Mom lead me off to the bathroom and we shared a shower- another first- then went to bed. We share her bed, not that we were lovers now, we had shared a masturbatory experience together and we had never been closer on any level. We had but I was in love with Becky and that wasn’t going to change.

PART TWO

When I awoke Mom was already up and sitting naked at her computer.She heard me stir,”Hi babe, sleep well?”

“Like a log hon, what are you doing?”

She swiveled round and sat facing me with her legs apart,

“Hey I’ve been thinking, you know in it’s own way that pony girl thing is pretty erotic but, oh fuck it Anna I want more,you know? I don’t want to have to pretend having all those people staring at my body isn’t a turn on for me. You know?”

I nodded, she was saying what I had felt when Mistress had told me I was an exhibitionist slut, and waited for her to continue.

“I was thinking last night what makes me the horniest and its getting punished and fucked in front of other people. Not in public but an audience that knows what’s going on and is there for just that.”

“Wow!” I exclaimed,”you’ve really thought this out.”

“Want to join me?”

“Sure. Where?”

“I think I’ve found one, you get off to work honey, might pay to have a quick shower, huh?”

As I showered in her en suite with the door open she came in and masturbated in front of me while sitting on the toilet with her heels on the seat. As I watched she got up on the seat and crouching peed right in front of me. I spread my legs and peed hard in the shower in reply. All the while we were chatting. She had found a place, a Private Lesbian BDSM Club, it was too early now we figured so Mom would try before she left for work at nine thirty and let me know the outcome when I got home.

Becky was waiting for me at work and we limited ourselves to just one hand hold, and a quick one at that but I could feel what she felt for me. At morning tea we sat together and I told her where Mom was going in her thinking and that I was getting turned on thinking about it.

“Do I figure in any of this?” She asked and I could tell she was feeling very insecure.

“My world revolves around you baby and I want you there, whether you are on stage or whatever is up to you but I want you there.”

“And the pony girls? I love pony girls,” she said and I could feel the desperation in her voice- the fear I was sliding away.

“Can’t we do both?” I asked and as I asked it I knew the answer was no.

“Oh, well OK then, I suppose that’s it, hey I’ll see you round I guess,” she said quietly and looking away got up and walked back to her part of the office.

I sat there stunned. This was suppose to be more and better but instead I had just lost the only person I had ever loved and it shook me to the core. I worked the rest of the day feeling numb. At lunchtime Becky stayed at her desk “catching up” as she put it without seeing me standing there with the tears streaming down my face.

I stood looking at her hoping she would look up but eventually had to give up and move away. There was the bench we had sat on outside but other people were there now and I wanted to be alone with my pain so I went and leaned against the wall away from everyone and cried my eyes out.

I didn’t want to do pony girls, I didn’t want to do BDSM; I didn’t really want to do anything.

The day finished and though Becky walked past me on the way out she didn’t acknowledge me- my hand up limply in a sort of hopeful greeting. I was thankful I had my sunglasses on the bus so the others couldn’t see my eyes as I sat there with my misery. I had her, I absolutely had her. She loved me, adored me and now she wouldn’t even look at me. God I was so stupid.

I walked in and slammed the door shut.

“I am not doing any fucking depraved sex!”I shouted.

Then I stamped through to my bedroom, slammed that door, punched my pillow, threw my big teddy bear against the wall, threw myself on the bed and howled.

Presently there was gentle knock on the door.

“Honey? Its Becky,isn’t it? What happened darling?”

I wanted to say something but I just couldn’t speak so I groaned and curled up in a little ball on the bed. Mom pushed the door open and came in to sit beside me.

“You told her?”

I nodded.

“She wants to keep on with pony girls huh?”

Again I nodded.

“Do you?”

“I don’t know. I thought I really liked it but they were playing games with us. You know, I mean its pretty demeaning really and my tit less wonder of a mistress was so snarky to me- I mean I could have taken her with one hand tied behind my back, but its what Becky wanted and I’d do it just to have her but its too late now.”

“You haven’t lost her darling,” she replied and she stroked my hair as she spoke to me,” she’s hurt; she thinks she’s lost you and she’s trying to show she doesn’t care, She does. Now come and help with dinner while I fold the washing.”

She had been nude all the time and gestured for me to strip too. I didn’t feel very horny. not like last night and this morning but it was nice to be nude. After dinner we sat together on the sofa; she must have cooked something with loads of carbohydrates because I felt quite drowsy after an hour or so. She sat at one end and had me lie on my back with my head in her lap.I thought she might finger me and despite my earlier feelings of modesty I would have quite liked it, maybe.

She didn’t; she caressed me and sang softly as she rocked me very slowly. I guess it didn’t take long to doze off and when I came to I was still on her lap but she had fallen asleep too; her arms lay limp at her sides and her head had also slumped to the side. She looked as if she hadn’t wanted to abandon me and finally sleep had overcome her. I felt ashamed of my performance earlier and looked up at the sleeping face of the woman who loved me so much.

My stirring woke her.

“Hi honey, want to go to bed?”

“Yours?”

“Wanna sleep with your mommy?”

I thought immediately of sleeping with Becky and Mom could see the fleeting look of hurt that appeared on my face.She let it pass and got up to join me.

“Just have faith everything will work out babe, OK?”

I shrugged,”I guess.”

“Look,” she said and she gripped at the top of my arms tight,” She loves you. She’s hurt and insecure but she loves you, There’s no one else, time will heal, trust me.”

I had no idea if what she said would prove correct but I was too tired now to do anything but sleep and once we reached Mom’s bed that is what I did. I slept without waking until morning- it was after nine. Oh gosh, I thought, I’m in for it now and hurried to get out of bed trying to think of what bus I could catch. Mom came in with my breakfast on a tray.

“I rang work,” she said briskly,” told them you weren’t feeling the best and I’d keep you home.”

“Ohh,” I replied, I could do with a rest I guess but Becky was at work and maybe if I was there she’d … well she might have.

“I had quite a chat with your boss, she’s a very nice lady Charmaine. She knows you and Becky have fallen out and you’re both hurting.”

“Is Becky at?”

“I asked. She was but she was so absentminded Charmaine gave her a day’s sick leave and sent her home.”

She fussed over me as she was speaking setting the tray on my lap and stuffing her pillows in behind me to prop me up.It was just cereal, fruit juice, coffee and toast but she had gone to a lot of effort to make it just so and there was a pink rose in a little narrow stemmed vase on there as well. I just let myself feel loved and ate my breakfast. She sat on the bed with me and we chatted about things, what we would have for dinner, what was on TV tonight how was I enjoying my book and so on. Then, when I had finished she took my tray and said,”take your time.”

I went to the toilet and had a shower. I just dried off and came out to the lounge.

“I rang her,” she announced calmly.

“You what?”

“I rang her,” she repeated patiently.

“Well? What did she say? How did she sound? Did she, you know, ask?”

“Oh honey! She feels utterly crushed, she didn’t sleep at all last night, her mother wasn’t particularly sympathetic and her sister was mean as well from what I could make out.”

I was nodding lost in my own thoughts when she stunned me.

“I’m going over to pick her up in half an hour.”

My mouth fell open and I slumped on to the couch,

“You’re what?” I managed.

“You heard. Now you look very nice with what you’ve got on, don’t bother changing will you.”

She left not long after but wasn’t back for nearly two hours, She came in with one huge bag while Becky pulled another. She looked up at me. I stood naked with my hands behind my back and a worried look on my face. Looking at hers I could tell she’d been crying and I felt my heart go out to her. I brought my hands round to the front and with my elbows tucked in pushed my forearms wide as if to say,

“I’d love to give you a hug. If you want.”

She had looked down and she looked up at me again, as she did I saw the tears running down her cheeks. I rushed over and threw my arms round her.

“I’m sorry,” I told her over and over,” I’ll do pony girls for you, with you. I will, if you want me to.”

She didn’t answer but she hugged me so tight she didn’t have to say anything.

‘I can’t bear to be without you,” she said finally and her teary eyes looked into mine.

Mom steered us over to the couch and knelt in front of us.

“Honey, you know what I told you this morning?”

I nodded.

“Well Becky and I went for a coffee and we talked about things and, well, now I know what goes on in that house I think she’s better off out of there. So she’s moving in with us, if that’s OK?”

I was stunned, yes I know the bags and all but I couldn’t let myself hope that that was what it meant- but it was.

I leaned over and hugged Becky as tight as I could. She hugged me back.

Mom put Becky’s cases in my room and made noises about having to do some shopping then left. Becky stripped off and we went and lay on my, on our bed.

“Your Mom is really wonderful,” she told me “, you know, when I got home Mom didn’t care and my sister told me to snap out of it. Told me to remember I was a pony. A fucking pony for God’s sake. I’m not a pony I’m a girl.”

And I knew pony girls was over for her too.

‘I love you,” I told her,”always know that-I love you.”

I squeezed her again still not quite believing that the girl I loved so much and thought I had lost for ever could be here in my arms.

Well one thing lead to another and we lay cuddled together,she kissed me on the cheek and smiled.

“what was that for?” I asked with a smile.

“Oh, just thinking,” I gave her a quizzical look, ” you know, about you and how much I feel about you, nothing much really I suppose,” and she rolled her eyes as she poked her tongue at me.

I leaned over and kissed her.

“God I love you so much, you know I thought I did but when I thought I’d lost you. Wow, I had no idea…”

We lay together a while longer then got up and went out to the lounge.

I had put the jug on and was buttering some muffins when Mom returned.

She had some shopping to put away and Becky helped her, finding where things went in the process, while I got another mug down and did a coffee and some more muffins for Mom. We adjourned to the couch and sprawled over each other as we had our late morning tea.Mom was still wearing her jeans and top while we were naked.

“Hey?” she asked.

“Yes?”

“Do you guys mind me, you know being here? If you’d rather I could go and have a rest on my bed or-“

“NO!” screamed Becky and she threw herself on Mom- or Emma as I was clearly going to have to get used to calling her,”no you stay right here,OK?”

She asked in the same tone she had spoken to me in about did I still want to do pony girls. It was the tone she used when a thing was of huge importance to her.

Mom was busy hugging her back.

“Oh you are such a darling Becky sweetheart. I was so hoping you’d say that. And you Hon?” she asked me.

“I don’t want you to ever feel out of what we do Mom, I love you,” I told her.

Becky raised her head a little and looked over at me and a smile broke out on her face. She was a serious girl Becky, didn’t have a great sense of humor but she was as true as can be and she was mine.

And so began the first of our threesomes.

But not straight away. I must admit my pussy was nice and tingly as were my nipples but Becky stopped us dead in our tracks- Mom’s were stiffening nicely too- with those words

“Can we?”

Well we both looked at her.

“Oh, well can we, you know make it kind of special?”

A huge smile broke on Mom’s face and I could tell I was grinning.

“Yes darling, lets. Do you trust me to arrange it?” Mom asked.

Becky nodded happily and looked over at me. Hey I was easy, if Mom was happy making it and Becky was simply happy, well that worked for me. So I nodded happily, well as happily as a budding control freak ( thanks Mom) can when she’s not only not in control but doesn’t even know what the plan is.

It was settled: Becky and I had to go out for most of the afternoon while Mom got it all ready. Oh we offered of course but Mom said she’d get more pleasure from our reactions so we just went with it. We walked and walked, holding hands and sometimes just stopping spontaneously for a kiss.

Becky was happy, she held my hand tight and at any excuse came in to hook her arm through mine and pull us tight, She had, I was discovering, a real need to be held, physically held. I was happy, thrilled, to do it but I was curious and when we got to a park bench I sat us down , held her hands and rested my forehead on hers.

‘You know I love you, don’t you?” and I said it with my eyes inches from hers and staring into her soul. She gave me a little smile and looked straight into mine. She nodded,”Yeah.”

“Were you always loved?”

Her face clouded over and she moved out of the forehead to forehead and hugged me with her face pressed cheek to cheek with mine. I felt her sobbing and held her in silence; stroking her hair until she had found her voice and was ready to speak.

It went very much as Mom and I, but more Mom to be honest, had suspected. Becky had got into pony girls because it meant she could belong, she was never hugged- her family “weren’t like that”- and the best she could get was a nod of approval if she had done exceptionally well. She worked so hard for those nods. Well I had thought her sister’s attitude towards her was strange but I hadn’t known pony girls so I just accepted it but she was a bitch to Becky to put it mildly. Her mother was cold to her and I wondered if that might have just been her personality, Becky hadn’t thought about it so I let the topic drop.

We walked home, slowly, after that and as before people would look at us; some rolled their eyes or looked away but most looked at us and smiled. It was late afternoon when we got home. I had been thinking of what Mom had told me the morning after pony girls about wanting to be punished in front of an audience and I cringed thinking that would be the last thing Becky would want right now. Becky opened the door and ushered me in. I could smell something nice coming from the kitchen, the place was gleaming, the table was set with our best lace table cloth the silver cutlery, the best china and there was a silver candelabra as the center piece.

So the same only nicer, which was a relief. Mom was naked still and had been doing something in the lounge. She came over to us put her arms out for me and when I went in to her and wrapped my arms around her she held my face and tilted it to give me a passionate french kiss. I felt my self getting wet and returned the kiss, seeking to push my tongue deep into her mouth. Then, just as I was right into it, she held me at the shoulders:

“Sweetheart you’ve had four hours of quality time with Bex right?”

I was suspicious; this was going somewhere- but she was right four wonderful hours.

“Yeah, I guess?”

“So would you mind if I had just a little time with her? Alone?”

I could feel a grin breaking out on my face.

“No, I’ll just masturbate out here thinking about you both,” I told her and started stripping off.

Mom undressed Bex and lead her naked into the bedroom. And shut the door. I was happily masturbating away, I nearly had my whole hand in my pussy while with the other I ranged from twisting and pulling hard on my nipples to working my clit.I had brought myself off twice and was just lying there with my eyes closed and gently fingering when they came out. Mom brought her over to me and headed back to the kitchen.it was a gesture of meaning rather than necessity and I appreciated it.

We sat on the couch.

“Miss me?” she asked and the question, although asked lightly had a considerable importance to her.

I looked her in the eye, “more than I can say. When you’re away all I want is to have you back,” I told her and I meant every word.

She snuggled into me and kissed my ear.

“I missed you,” she told me happily, then, “guess who we talked about.”

“Me?”

“Yep”

“Oh God, why? I’m just me.”

“You’re my special “just me” that’s why and I want to know all about you. Your Mom is so lovely, I want to have sex with her tonight, like with us, as a threesome. She and I are going to fist each other and I want to do you too. Have you done it before?”

I shook my head,”I’ve wanted to and nearly there just now but all the way in? No.”

We dressed for dinner, Mom had moved my stuff and unpacked Bex’s into her, our, walk in wardrobe and because we were much the same size it was all in together, organized but not hers here, mine there and Becks there. So we could steal each others clothes. Anyhow she had picked three evening frocks,the sluttiest thongs I had seen and three pairs of stilettos.

Well we all showered , did each others hair and makeup then got dressed and slinked out in our stilettos looking and feeling just so glamorous.

I loved the food. After the first course mom told us she would just clear the soup bowls away and bring in the main course. She reappeared naked but still wearing the stilettos as she brought our plates to us then went back for hers, all the time acting as if nothing had happened. And, other than making my pussy wet and my nipples hard, for me it hadn’t.

Bex was right on the ball with the main course plates. I finished last and as soon as my knife and fork were placed together on the plate she was on her feet taking Mom’s plate, then stacking hers and mine on top and heading off to the kitchen to ” get dessert.”

She returned naked also wearing the stilettos, placed Mom’s dessert bowl in front of her letting her breast brush over Mom’s arm and then on to me where I also had my dessert placed in front of me and I also had her breast brush over my arm as she placed my bowl just so.

So here I was clothed with two naked woman chatting away about their jobs and people in the office getting hornier and hornier. They made it worse of course with Mom absently tweaking a nipple as she spoke and Bex pulling on one of hers as she stared intently at me as I was speaking.

As soon as Mom’s spoon was back in the bowl I was on my feet. I was so determined they both burst out laughing . Mom arched her back, raised her arms over her head then brought them back sticking her chest out.

‘Feel like a coffee Bex?” she asked pretending to ignore me and looking over at Becky.

“Well if you can be bothered Anna, yes a coffee would be nice,” she answered elbows up and brushing her hands through her hair.

I took the bowls into the kitchen. On the floor in crumpled heaps were the lovely frocks they had been wearing and the thongs. I set the coffee machine, stripped off and when they were ready brought in the coffees, stark naked with cum dribbling down my thigh. As they had I made a point of putting their coffees right in front of them and brushing my tits over their arm then going the long way round the table so my ass was on show for as long as possible. I returned the same way with the creamy cum on show in the open bottom part of my pussy.

They both simply leered at my pussy.

‘Something wrong?” I asked innocently.

Bex looked up at me with a knowing smile on her face.

“No babe, everything is perfect.”

That comment I made earlier about her sense of humor? Could I just admit now I got that totally wrong? Thanks.

Well we sat making more small talk as we played with ourselves and moved on to discuss in a matter of fact way how wet our pussies were and how horny we were feeling when Mom said that she thought it might be an idea if she just cleared a few things away while we went through to the lounge.

We were seated on the couch when she came in; she got me off the sofa, sat right next to Bex and on a signal from Mom both she and Bex scooted forward , pulled their legs up and placing their fingers either side of their pussies pulled them wide open.

“Time for some multitasking darling,” Bex advised me in such a sweet little voice.

“I’ve never…”

“We know and yet we’ve chosen you,” Mom said in a way I had to interpret as just a little sarcastic. Then she added softly and encouragingly,” We’ve both been fisted many times sweets, you won’t find us too hard.”

I wasn’t going to try without lube- despite their protests about sufficient lubrication having occurred naturally- so I got some from my new room and returned wiping it all over my hands and down past my wrists.

Now I was ready. I knelt and pushed my left hand into Mom’s pussy; my right into Bex’s. Well I could get quite a way in but not past my knuckles and I still had my thumb to go as well. Mom took my hand and pulled it in , then out, in, twisting a little and then I got it nearly in and her pussy sucked my whole hand in.

“Oh My God!” I thought I have my hand up inside my mother’s pussy. Emma raised her head and smiled at me.

I smiled back and focused on my right hand. My hand worked back and forward as I moved it to the critical point just over the knuckles and voila my hand was in, not sucked in like with Emma’s but sliding in, and sliding easily after all that. They turned to each other and engaged in a sultry languid open mouthed kiss as they both came for me.I pulled my hands out, licked all the cum I could find while I watched their pretty pussies opening and closing.

The pulled themselves back up and sat facing me. I must say they had very pleased with themselves expressions on their faces too.

“Have you never done that before?” Mom asked finally.

Oh shit,I thought I must have really sucked at that.

“Cause fuck that was amazing.”

“Really?”

“Yes, really,” Bex said and she gave me a loving smile as she said it.

I looked over at Emma and she had this loving smile on her face too. We actually stopped at that point, well they were a mess so we adjourned to the shower and cleaned up, we all pissed in the shower as if it was the most natural thing in the world. Bex was facing me and some of her pee ran down my leg. She leaned into me as she was doing it and poked her tongue between my lips I sucked on her tongue as I thrilled to the feel of her piss stream hitting my thigh.

After we had dried off we went back out to the lounge and I was instructed to lie on the floor. I have to admit the stopping and having a shower then drying off and coming back out well, you know, it had taken the edge off a bit for me.

Sorry? Well, yes, OK, alright I’ll admit I was a bit nervous too. OK, very nervous about the ,um fisting. I was keen but nervous.

So I lay on the floor and waited. Mom lay on her tummy beside me held my head in both hands and gave me a big sloppy kiss. As I lay back after she licked my throat and went back to slobbering over my wide open mouth. I was as turned on as I think I had ever been and I longed to have something, anything, in my pussy.

Becky licked me down there. All over to be honest, across my pussy, up over my butt hole, down my slit, she pulled my labia wide apart and licked everywhere she could and as I got wetter and wetter Mom was keeping this sloppy licking kiss going as well. Becky eased her fingers in and was quickly up to four. I could feel it and tensed.

Her head came up out of no mans land and she smiled at me.

“Relax baby, I won’t force it, if you can take it you can if you can’t you can’t.”

Well that helped and I relaxed and just enjoyed what was being done to me when I felt her hand had gone deeper and suddenly it slipped in. I changed position, just a bit tying to give her the best access so this hand could go deep into my pussy.

“Close your eyes darling,” Emma told me, having broken off the kiss, “Just feel your pussy, you look so sexy like this,I’m so proud of you.”

She retreated to have a view of my cunt as Becky worked her hand in there and then I felt her pulling it out. Hey, I thought, too soon too- but her hand went back in- no, wait it wasn’t moving the same, it was exploring- My God.

“Mom? Is that you in me?” I asked dreamily.

“Yes sweetie, oh you just look so gorgeous, your pussy is wide open, there’s cum dripping out of it and I think I could watch it for ever.”

I smiled, I think it was a smile -I was really too far gone to tell. She finally pulled her had out for good after they had taken turns pushing their hand right in then pulling all the way out and back in again.I have to admit I was in La La Land and soon after simply fell asleep. When I awoke I was still on the floor while they were standing next to me kissing passionately.

The view from where I was was pretty amazing and I lay there for some seconds before they noticed my eyes were open. They both crouched down to speak to me.

“How did that feel?” Emma asked while Becky watched me intently as they waited for my answer.

Well it was the most intensely satisfying sexual experience that I had ever had, that’s how it felt but I was way too zonked to spout all that so I just said,”fannnnntastic!”

They smiled at that and helped me to my feet and off to the shower.

That woke me, especially when they hopped out and ran it on cold for me, telling me it was good for the circulation while giggling and forcing me to stay in there. I did – its awful at first but the cold actually becomes a turn on. Anyway they relented, turned the shower up to very warm , turned it off and dried me with a nice fluffy towel.

It was time for bed and Emma had put three sets of pillows on the bed:me on the right, her on the left and our prisoner in the middle.

The one in the middle had to lie on her back otherwise she couldn’t kiss the girl who loved her on each side. I didn’t hear any complaints from Becky. She kissed first Emma then me then back to Emma and me and midway between going from Emma’s lips to mine she just nodded off.

Emma and I got up on our elbows, leaned over my sleeping darling, kissed, then snuggled into her and went off ourselves.

The End.

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Mrs. Armstrong is punished by her daughter for all her naughty actions!

Incestuous Flesh Massage

(An Incestuous Harem Story)

Chapter Eight: Punishing the Naughty Mommy

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2019

Note: Thanks to wrc264 for beta reading this!

Cum dripped off Mrs. Armstrong’s face. My brother’s cum.

A shudder rippled through my body. This was so hot. Melody, my half-sister, and I made the MILF cum. She wasn’t supposed to. Her wimpy husband, being trained to be her dominant master by my brother, had given her orders.

I was surprised she held off from cumming as long as she did. Mr. Armstrong wasn’t the most dominating man even now.

“How shall we punish her?” Clint asked Mr. Armstrong. “She came, she sucked my dick without your permission, and she licked Zoey’s cunt.”

I loved it. Clint just rammed his cock into her mouth while she was riding my strap-on dildo. I licked my lips, Melody’s sweet pussy juices coating my mouth and cheeks. She tasted so good. I loved the incestuous flavor.

“Well?” Clint asked again. He was such a strong, young man. Tall, his hair dark, his body muscular. He must have taken one of those super Viagra pills because he was still hard, his dick thrusting hard before him. He stood over the MILF, her lush face dripping with cum. His seed fell down onto her round breasts.

I loved his cum. He had bred me with that incestuous seed. It was so hot. I only found out today.

“Uh…” Mr. Armstrong was a slender man. He was still holding his cock, jerking it off as we played with his wife.

As Clint used her mouth.

“Be a man,” Clint growled. “She came. She indulged in her pleasures.” A smile grew on Clint’s lips. “She sucked on my cock.”

“Spank her,” Mr. Armstrong said. It almost sounded like a question.

I rolled my eyes.

Melody giggled as she pressed against Clint, her round breasts swaying. She had loose, sandy-blonde hair spilling around her flushed face. I made her cum hard. She held our brother the way a lover would. She was his first sister. One of the two of us he loved the most.

“That’s it?” asked Clint. “Just spank her? We’ve already done that.”

I nodded my head. Clint spanked her hard and then her husband took it up as punishment for her being a lying cunt. She came to the lesbian massage parlor I worked at, founded by our friends Juana and her sister-slave. After enjoying our services, she’d freaked out when she realized her daughter had made her cum.

She almost destroyed the Lady’s Touch Massage Parlor with her selfishness.

She hated Stefani, her daughter and my lover, for being in a lesbian relationship with me. Then she came to our massage parlor multiple times. Clint had convinced Mr. Armstrong that his wife was a cheating, dyke whore because the wimpy guy wasn’t a strong husband giving her what she needed.

Control and pleasure.

“She needs more than being spanked.” Clint grinned at Melody. She winked a hazel eye. “Bondage.”

“Um…” Mr. Armstrong said. “Well, I have the rope in the car you had me buy. I haven’t tied her up since last week.”

This was the Armstrongs second lesson Clint had given. Last week, he taught Mr. Armstrong how to safely tie up his wife without hurting her.

“No, we need more than that,” Clint said. “Let’s go to our dungeon.”

“Dungeon?” squeaked Mrs. Armstrong.

“Does your wife have permission to speak?” Clint demanded.

“Quiet, whore,” Mr. Armstrong said, his voice cracking. “You… you don’t speak right now. Not after sucking his cock.”

She flushed and lowered her head, more cum dribbling off her cheeks. She wiggled her hips. I rolled my eyes, my hands playing with the harness of my strap-on dildo. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Stefani peeking into the living room. We were in the third house our family owned.

The play house.

“You have a dungeon?” Mr. Armstrong croaked. His face was pale.

“It’s in the basement,” Clint said, nodding his head over his shoulder at a short hallway. There was a door there.

Mr. Armstrong marched towards it, passing Clint. My brother sighed, shook his head, then grabbed Mrs. Armstrong’s dark-red hair in a firm grip. She gasped as my brother hauled her to her feet and dragged her after her husband, the woman half-bent over.

Pussy cream dripped down her thighs.

I smiled at Stefani as Mr. Armstrong opened the door and headed down the stairs, Clint following, dragging the man’s wife like she was his personal sex slave. Melody sauntered after with a sway to her rump.

I winked at Stefani and followed, my fingers undoing the harness of the strap-on soaked in the MILF’s juices. I dropped it on the ground and, as I headed down the stairs, I saw Stefani snag it up. I giggled as she licked at her mother’s juices off the dildo.

She was eager to join the fun.

My large breasts jiggled with each step. They swayed back and forth, the thick carpet on the stairs muffling our footsteps. Clint made sure there was the most comfortable flooring for us to play on. This house saw us having sex everywhere. None of the kids were allowed in here.

At least, not until they were eighteen.

I reached the bottom and entered our dungeon. Pam, my half-Japanese sister, waited. You would never know she was actually one of our family members, but our father, like Clint, had a thing for Asian women. My mother and Aunt Vicky would bring him sexy, Far East beauties for him to enjoy.

Both my mom and aunt were good sex slaves to both my dead dad and Clint.

“I knew she would break,” Pam said. The petite, Japanese woman wore a black corset about her torso, lifting her round breasts into two delicious mounds. Her dark-brown nipples thrust out hard. She wore her hair in a French braid, falling black down her back, a few errant strands tumbling down her porcelain cheeks. A bubbling laugh burst from her lips, full of her amusement.

“I have plenty of delights to use on her to punish her,” said Pam. She motioned to a table where she’d set out a variety of wicked delights.

“Darn,” muttered Mr. Armstrong as he stared at the massive butt plug sitting beside the other items. Clothespins, clover clamps, vampire gloves, a Wartenberg wheel, several leather straps, two paddles (one with holes drilled through the polished wood), a pair of flails (one with thick leather straps and the other fine, thin tails), a whip, a coil of red rope, handcuffs, and a spreader bar.

“What do you want to use on her?” asked Clint as he pushed Mrs. Armstrong down on her knees. Pam came up to him, pressing against his side, her eyes bright.

“I don’t know,” Mr. Armstrong said. He picked up the Wartenberg Wheel. It looked like a pizza slicer except the wheel had small, blunt teeth that would roll across your skin. It was a medical device to check nerve function.

It felt wicked rolling across your flesh.

“This is… I mean…”

“Fine,” Clint growled. “A man shouldn’t hesitate. He needs to be in control. Make decisions.” He snatched up the red rope. “Watch.”

Mrs. Armstrong gasped as he pushed her down onto belly, her breasts flattening on the ground. Her hips wiggled from side to side. He pulled her arms behind her back and bound her wrists together. She shuddered as he wrapped them up, braiding the rope around her arms as he worked higher and higher.

“Oh, wow,” groaned Mr. Armstrong as he watched Clint work with skill.

Melody hugged Pam from behind. She nuzzled into our Japanese half-sister, cupping Pam’s tits. She moaned, wiggling in delight, melting into Melody’s embrace. The two loved each other as much as my brother.

My pussy clenched as Melody pinched Pam’s nipples.

Clint pulled Mrs. Armstrong up into a kneeling position as he went to work on her body. He wound the rope around her stomach, then did a complicated braiding to wrap the rope up her belly, the red cable beautiful against her pale skin. He then looped the rope around her tits. He squeezed her mounds with the rasping hemp.

Mrs. Armstrong moaned as first her right tit then her left were wrapped, her breasts jiggling, looking swollen. Her nipples were hard. Cum dribbled down her face. She licked her lips, tasting the cum. She whimpered, her body shifting, kneeling there as Clint finished his knots.

Stairs creaked behind me.

Clint glanced up and smiled. “Well, if your father can’t decide how to punish your mother, what do you think?”

I threw a look behind me to see Stefani peeking around the corner. She blushed. What, did she think we wouldn’t notice her? She stepped out naked, her round breasts jiggling, her fiery hair sweeping around her shoulders. She had a sleek stomach that flowed down to her shaved pussy, her dandelion tattoo looking so hot on her pubic mound.

“You’re being naughty, Dandi,” I purred. I loved the pet names we had for each other.

“I have, Yunie,” she said, winking at me.

My hands idly brushed my unicorn tattoo on my shaved pubic mound.

“Well, let’s see,” said Stefani. “How to punish my bitch of a mother… Hmm…”

Her father gaped at her, his hand covering his hard cock. Her mother squirmed, staring down, her cheeks going scarlet, making my brother’s cum really stand out. Stefani had a saunter to her steps, juices dripping down her thighs.

“How should I make you suffer for being such a hypocritical dyke, Mother?” hissed Stefani. She grabbed a Paddle. “Maybe I should spank your ass until it’s black and blue?”

“Mmm,” moaned Melody, her fingers pinching Pam’s nipples. Both their eyes watched with molten lust in them, Pam’s slanted and dark.

“Hot,” whimpered Pam.

“Or should we whip you?” Stefani asked. “I’m pretty good at the whip. I can raise welts across your ass. One for every time your tongue licked through my pussy.”

“What?” asked Mr. Armstrong.

“Oh, Daddy, Mommy ate my pussy and loved it,” purred Stefani. “She had her tongue deep in me. She feasted on me. Oh, she’s a pussy-licking fiend.”

“Yes, she is,” I purred.

Mr. Armstrong swallowed. “Why is my daughter here?”

“She’s not supposed to be,” Clint said, giving my lover a hard look. “But she’s a concerned party. She was hurt badly by your whore-wife’s actions. She has every right to punish her.”

“She ate my pussy, Daddy, then called me a freak,” hissed Stefani. “She pretended she didn’t love the taste of my cunt. She feasted on me.”

“Oh, yes, she did,” I purred.

Mr. Armstrong swallowed. “Well, honey, I’m sorry. Your mother is… is a whore. She shouldn’t have eaten your pussy at all. She should have been a faithful wife.”

“I should have,” whimpered Mrs. Armstrong. “I’m trying. I just…”

“You need to be a man, Daddy,” said Stefani. She picked up the vampire glove. It was made of fine, black leather, the palms and fingers covered with fine needles. “Now this is naughty. If you’re not careful, you can draw blood. It scratches. Lee always howled when Clint rubs her with it. The way she cums with it…” My lover shook her head. “No, no, this isn’t right.”

She passed the clover clamps, a type of nipple clamp with springs. When you tugged on the chains at the end, they tightened, squeezing the nubs harder. She brushed the massive butt plug, shaped like a smooth Christmas tree that flared nearly as wide as my wrist. She touched it, rocking it, before she moved to the box full of clothespins.

“Mmm, these,” she said, picking it up. “Shall we decorate her, Yunie?”

I smiled at her and sauntered over, passing the MILF, my brassy hair dancing about my shoulders. My pink nipples throbbed. Once, I’d let Melody clamp one. It hurt and yet felt exciting. It wasn’t for me. I wasn’t a pain slut like Mrs. Armstrong clearly was.

I took one from the box and opened it. It was a regular wooden clothespin. The spring snapping the jaws back shut when I released them. Mrs. Armstrong trembled, her bound tits looking so swollen. So in need of being decorated by them.

Stefani and I knelt before her. We both reached for her breasts, for her mother’s hard nipples. Just as we were about to clamp her nubs, Clint said, “You’re not even going to say it’s okay, Mr. Armstrong?”

“Okay?” the weak man said.

“They’re about to play with your wife,” Clint said, “and you’re not objecting? Are you just going to let us do whatever we want to your wife?”

“Well…” The man swallowed.

I clamped Mrs. Armstrong’s left nipple as Stefani snapped her clothespin on the right. The wooden jaws pinched both pink nipples, compressing them. Mrs. Armstrong gasped. Her back arched. She let out whimpers, pain and pleasure crossing her face.

“Whoops,” I said. “Should we take them off, Mr. Armstrong?”

“Yes, should we, Daddy?” Stefani asked, her eyes smoky.

“It’s okay,” he said. “She needs to be punished and… and… I’m sorry if she said the things she said, Stefani. After all… The things your mother has done.”

My girlfriend and I grinned at each other. Then our hands darted into the box and pulled out the clothespins. We attacked her mother. We clipped them on her breasts, pinching her skin. Her mom moaned, her green eyes wide. Her head threw back as the clothespins swayed while her swollen breasts jiggled.

One after the other, we circled her tits. She moaned louder and louder. Her face contorted. I breathed in deeply, inhaling tangy musk. Her mother dripped juices as we applied more and more of them. I’d heard Lee or my mother making noises like this, that mix of pain and pleasure.

Agony and rapture.

“You like this, don’t you, Mother?” hissed Stefani, clamping a clothespin on her mother’s upper tit.

“It’s… it’s…” The woman’s face contorted. “It feels… It hurts, but… but… It feels… It makes me… I…”

“You love it,” I purred, clamping another clothespin on her tit. They swayed. There were dozens of them per breast. “Don’t you? You’re just a naughty slave that loves the pain.”

Mrs. Armstrong whimpered and nodded her head.

“Do you see, Daddy?” Stefani said, her hand grabbing another clothespin. She pinched this one on her mother’s stomach between lengths of red rope crisscrossing her torso. “Mommy’s just a submissive whore.”

“She is,” groaned her father. “She just needs to be controlled, doesn’t she?”

“Yes, I do,” moaned Mrs. Armstrong. “I’ll just be wanton. I want to eat our daughter’s pussy. I lied. I loved it. I was just shocked. I felt I should hate it. I was ashamed she knew I loved pussy. I’m such a hypocrite. Yes!”

I clamped a clothespin on her belly, pinching the toned skin. She shuddered, whimpered. We went lower, working down her stomach, adding more and more clothespins to decorate her body. We were heading to her auburn bush.

My girlfriend grinned at me as she darted her hand down between her mother’s thighs with another clothespin. She nudged through her mother’s pubic hair and found thick, engorged labia covered in pussy juices.

She clamped her mother’s cuntlip.

“Oh, my Lord!” gasped the MILF, her clothespin-studded tits bouncing. Her swollen breasts looked so delicious, her skin stretched taut. Her dark-red hair danced about her contorting face. “Oh, that hurts! Oh, yes, yes, punish my disgusting pussy! I’m such a wicked mother! A whorish wife!”

I grabbed another clothespin. Grinning at my girlfriend, I found the MILF’s other labia. I clamped it. She gasped and bucked, her juices running down the clothespin, soaking the wood. The tangy passion swelled, my own cunt aching with delight.

“Mmm, that’s hot,” moaned Stefani. “Don’t you think, Daddy? Isn’t she such a beautiful whore?”

“Yeah,” groaned her dad.

“But she needs something else. Daddy, fetch that butt plug for me.”

Mr. Armstrong obeyed his daughter. He grabbed the thick, black cone and rushed it over to his daughter, his cock bobbing before him. It was so small compared to Clint’s. My brother watched, standing beside our sisters as Melody played with Pam’s tits.

Their three eyes on us were so hot. My pussy was on fire.

Stefani smiled as she moved around her mother. I followed, wanting to watch the fun. The MILF moaned and whimpered. Stefani licked the tip of the butt plug. Her tongue danced around the end of the rubber cone. She soaked it in her spit before she grinned at me.

This was so hot. I parted her mother’s asscheeks, exposing that puckered asshole.

“Mmm, Mommy, I couldn’t help noticing how hard you came from the anal beads,” Stefani purred. She lowered the butt plug to her mother’s crack. “You’re going to love this, aren’t you?”

“Uh-huh,” the woman moaned. “Stefani!”

Her back arched, her arms wiggling against the bonds. The rope rasped as her daughter drilled the butt plug into her asshole. I shuddered, watching that tight, brown anal ring swallowing it as Stefani pressed it deeper and deeper into Mrs. Armstrong. She groaned as her asshole stretched wider and wider.

It was so hot to witness. Stefani drilled it deeper. Her mother moans grew louder. They were throaty and passionate. Mrs. Armstrong’s body wiggled back and forth. Her moans echoed through the dungeon. Everyone watched her.

“Oh, Lord, that’s huge!” the MILF whimpered. “Oh, that’s so big. She’s stretching me out, honey. Our daughter’s stretching out my asshole! It’s incredible.”

“Are you… are you going to cum?” groaned Mr. Armstrong.

“Yes, yes, yes!” the MILF howled as Stefani thrust it harder.

I groaned as the massive butt plug vanished into her mother’s asshole. Her hole squeezed shut around the stem, the knob nestled between her butt cheeks. Her mother’s body bucked and heaved. Pussy juices gushed down her thighs, coating the clothespins in her cunt cream. That tangy passion filled my nostrils.

Her moans echoed through the room. It was so incredible. I loved it. My pussy clenched as Mrs. Armstrong kept proving how much of a pain-slut she was. It was incredible. I once thought this woman was the most prudish cunt on the planet.

She was a kinky whore.

“Ooh, Daddy,” Stefani purred, standing up, “looks like Mommy disobeyed you again. She didn’t ask permission to cum, did she?”

“No, she didn’t,” groaned her father. He stroked his cock again, staring at his wife with such lust in his eyes.

“She’s just a whore,” moaned Melody, pinching our half-sister’s tits.

Pam whimpered in agreement while Clint had a big smile on his lips. He had his arms folded across his muscular chest, not stroking his hard cock like a desperate wimp. He controlled his desires. He wasn’t a slave to them.

Stefani rose and headed to the table. She grabbed both of the flails. She grinned at me, her breasts swaying. “Well, Yunie, thin or thick?”

I stared at the two flails. The thick one had broad strips of leather wider than two of my fingers combined. The other had dozens of thin strips, almost as fine as a whip. One produced a thudding slap and the other a stinging kiss.

“The thick one,” I purred.

“Mmm, you are thicc in all the right places,” my girlfriend purred, staring at my curvaceous body with hungry eyes.

I winked at her.

She handed me the thick one. Then she grabbed her mother and hauled her to her feet. The bound woman gasped. She stumbled, her round breasts jiggling. Her clothespin-studded tits looked so swollen and ripe. Just perfect to enjoy.

“Now stand there, Mommy,” Stefani purred, taking such delight in this, “and let us punish you for cumming without Daddy’s permission. Or mine.”

“I’m sorry, Stefani honey,” she groaned. “I shouldn’t have, but… The butt plug feels amazing in me. I’m such a slut! And the clothespins… They hurt so sweetly.”

Stefani grinned. Her arm swung.

SWISH! CRACK!

The thin straps striped her mother’s rump with dozens of red lines. Her mother’s back arched. Her auburn hair danced around her head as she whimpered and groaned, that throaty sound of a slut who loved being punished. Mrs. Armstrong wiggled her hips.

She didn’t retreat.

I drew back my arm and swung the flail.

SWISH! THUD!

The thick straps landed heavily on the woman’s rump. She jumped and gasped. Her back arched.

Her arms bound behind her pulled against the ropes. She made this amazing sound of pain and pleasure.

SWISH! CRACK!

More stripes blossomed.

SWISH! THUD!

The impact shuddered through the MILF, her ass jiggling, glazing red.

SWISH! CRACK!

The sounds were so exciting. Pussy juices ran down my thighs as we punished her.

SWISH! THUD!

We alternated. We struck her over and over, driving her wild.

SWISH! CRACK!

“You’re just such a whore, aren’t you, Mommy!” moaned my lover.

SWISH! THUD!

“Yes, you are,” I moaned, watching those scarlet asscheeks jiggling.

“I am!” Mrs. Armstrong moaned. “I deserve this. Keep spanking me, Stefani honey! Punish your mother! I was so wrong! I was so jealous that you were open to your desires. That you loved another woman the way I always wanted!”

SWISH! CRACK!

“When I had the chance to do it anonymously, I leaped at it!”

SWISH! THUD!

“I loved it! And then you showed up!”

SWISH! CRACK!

“I was so ashamed that you knew I was a lezzie whore! After the way I treated you, I reacted badly!”

SWISH! THUD!

“I’m so sorry, Stefani honey! I’m a whore! A slave to my desires! I have to be controlled or I’ll just be such a filthy, disgusting slut!”

“Yes!” Stefani hissed and slammed her flail into her mother’s ass.

CRACK!

The sound was the loudest yet. Her mother threw back her head and gasped out in pain. It was incredible. I trembled, watching as my lover’s tits heaved.

“You’re such a whore!” hissed Stefani!

CRACK!

I gasped as Pam hugged me from behind. I felt her corset against my blouse, her breasts rubbing into my tits. Her nipples caressed my nubs. Her arms went around me as I watched Stefani whip her mother’s ass.

“You made me feel like I was a disgusting thing!”

CRACK!

“Like I wasn’t good enough to be your daughter!”

CRACK!

“You’re better than I am!” moaned her mother. Her voice was throaty. Tears fell down her cheeks. “Keep spanking me. I deserve it. I love you, Stefani. I don’t hate you. I hate myself for how I treated you!”

CRACK!

I shuddered as Pam kissed at my neck. Her lips nibbled on my flesh, feeling so naughty. Her left hand cupped my large tit. She kneaded me as the cracks hissed through the air. Then her hand shoved down to my pussy. I felt something hard in her hand. Something round.

A clit vibrator.

It buzzed to life as she pressed it into the folds of my pussy. Pleasure sparked through me. I groaned as my sister massaged my clit. She pressed the vibrating delight into me. My clit drank it in. My pussy, primed by the naughty fun, burst into overdrive.

SWISH! CRACK!

Pam rubbed her little toy in circles on my clit. The buzzing delight assaulted my bud. Pleasure surged through me. My toes curled. My breasts jiggled, her hand squeezing my left tit. She nibbled up to my neck, teasing me with her lips while my pussy juices dripped down my thighs.

SWISH! CRACK!

“Mmm, she’s just so beautiful, isn’t she?” Pam whispered in my ear. “Your lover.”

SWISH! CRACK!

“Uh-huh,” I moaned, my heart pounding in my chest. “Just amazing. I love her.”

SWISH! CRACK!

Stefani winked at me.

“I love her so much, Pam,” I groaned, my hips undulating as my half-sister massaged my clit and gave me such pleasure. My body rushed towards my orgasm. I couldn’t fight it. Not with that buzzing delight massaging my most sensitive bud.

SWISH! CRACK!

Stefani looked so passionate. Her fiery hair danced about her shoulders as she drew back her arm. Her firm tits heaved. Her golden nipple rings glinted in the light of the dungeon. She slammed the flail down hard.

CRACK!

Her mother’s butt-cheeks rippled.

I groaned as my lover cocked back her arm again. I wiggled my hips, feeling Pam’s ticklish pubic hair on my rump. Her leather corset creaked as she ground against me. She pressed the clit rocket hard against my aching nub while her fingers found one of my nipples.

SWISH! CRACK!

She twisted my nub.

“Pam!” I moaned, my toes curling. “Yes, yes, Pam, I’m going to cum!”

SWISH! CRACK!

“Mmm, cum,” purred Pam. “Just enjoy yourself. Mr. Armstrong is.”

SWISH! CRACK!

The pathetic man fisted his cock as his daughter did his job for him. Stefani was wild. Beautiful. Perfect. My body trembled. The pleasure swelled through me. I groaned, my heart racing in my chest. I couldn’t handle this any longer. I bit my lower lip, this wild passion surging through me. It built and built, threatening to drown me.

SWISH! CRACK!

My eyes fluttered. My cunt clenched.

SWISH! CRACK!

I exploded on the buzzing vibrator. My head threw back as I trembled in Pam’s loving embrace. My Japanese sister sucked on my neck and twisted my nipple. Wave after wave of rapture rippled out of my cunt.

SWISH! CRACK!

“Yes, yes, Pam, you’re amazing!” I moaned. “Oh, my god, yes, yes!”

Stefani turned, the flail held low in her hand, tails swaying around her right thigh. She watched me, her green eyes hot as I trembled. I bucked and shuddered, my pussy convulsing. Waves of rapture washed out of me. They inundated my mind.

“Ooh, Yunie,” groaned Stefani, the flail slipping from her fingers. Her thighs gleamed with her cream. Her juices ran down her thighs. “Isn’t she gorgeous, Mommy?”

“Yes,” whimpered the trembling whore. Mrs. Armstrong’s entire ass blazed red. Her bound body twisted, her clothespins jiggling on her tits as she squirmed around to look at me. “yes, she does.”

“Don’t you just want to eat her up,” Stefani moaned as Pam kept the clit rocket pressed on my sensitive bud.

“Uh-huh,” the MILF whimpered.

The pleasure soaked my mind. The ecstasy washed out of my pussy. My tart passion filled my nose. That wonderful musk filled my every inhalation. My eyes fluttered as my heart pumped rapture through my veins.

Stefani groaned then threw herself at me. She seized me, pulling me to her and ripping me from Pam’s embrace. Our breasts came together as her lips captured mine in a wild kiss. I melted against her, our nipples brushing. Our mouths worked with wild passion, tongues dueling.

I felt everyone watching us, especially her mother. Mrs. Armstrong panted and whimpered, envying her daughter. I grabbed Stefani’s rump, pulling her tight against me. My hands kneaded her flesh as I savored the delicious flavor of her mouth.

Our hips wiggled, shifted. We pressed our pussies against the other’s thighs, legs half-entwined. Her skin felt so hot against my twat. Pleasure rippled through me. I groaned into her mouth, my hands massaging her rump while hers stroked my back.

“Aren’t they beautiful?” Melody purred.

“Mmm, they are,” Pam said. “Inspiring.”

I heard my half-sisters began kissing, loving each other the way I loved my Stefani. My clit throbbed against her, drinking in fresh delight, driving me towards my orgasm. I wanted to cum so badly. I wanted to writhe in my lover’s embrace.

I wanted to feast on her and feel her devouring me. A wild, wicked delight. My heart thundered in my chest. I wanted it so badly. To just fall to the floor and devour her. She would taste so delicious. Tangy, like her mother.

I broke the kiss and stared into Stefani’s feverish, green eyes.

“Yes, Yunie, let’s do it!” she moaned before I could say it. “Let’s sixty-nine.”

“God, I love you,” I moaned, my heart beating so fast. My fingers kneaded her rump.

“That’s so sweet,” moaned Pam. “They’re so hot together.”

“Mmm, they are,” Melody purred. “Want to join them?”

“You know I love eating your pussy.”

I shuddered as Pam and Melody were already sinking to the floor, Pam ending up on top of Melody. My two half-sisters were so eager for each other. They twisted around, Pam planting her furred muff on Melody’s hungry mouth.

“Damn, they are beautiful,” Clint said, awe in his voice.

“Yes, they are,” I said.

“Yunie, let’s eat each other!” moaned my girlfriend. “You got to cum, but I haven’t! My pussy is on fire!”

“Oh, I’m going to make you explode,” I said, pulling my lover to the floor.

I settled on my back, my breasts piling into two plump mounds. Stefani squirmed atop me, her nipples rubbing into my nubs. Her nipple ring caught on my left nub, teasing me as she squirmed. My pussy clenched, heat surging through me.

Then she spun around on me, our tits rubbing against the other’s stomach. She threw her leg over me so her pussy hovered right above my head. Her labia spread open wide, her pink depths exposed to my hungry gaze.

A drop of tangy passion landed on my lips.

I moaned as I licked it up, her aroma filling my nose. I seized her rump and pulled her down. Her pussy melted to my face. My tongue lapped through her labia while she buried her face into my cunt. Her tongue darted through my petals, teasing me.

It was incredible.

She darted through my folds, licking me with such hunger. She squirmed on me as my tongue attacked her clit. She needed to cum, and I wanted to make her explode as fast as possible. Then I was going to take my time with her.

Tease her. Love her.

“Yunie!” she squealed into my pussy as I sucked on her clit.

“Oh, my, Zoey, you’re loving my daughter,” Mrs. Armstrong moaned, such envy in her voice.

“Always!” I moaned, trembling on the ground. My hips wiggled back and forth.

My tongue darted around Stefani’s sensitive, pink nub. Then I sucked on it. My hands kneaded my lover’s rump as she squirmed atop me. Her tangy juices soaked my lips. They spilled down my chin. My eyes stared at her taint and her asshole winking between her butt-cheeks.

I loved the sight.

She moaned into my pussy. Her tongue stirred around inside of me. She teased me. Drove me wild. It was an incredible treat to enjoy. I groaned, savoring this passion surging through me. It was incredible. I whimpered out in delight. The rapture burned through me. My body trembled on the carpet.

“Yunie!” gasped my lover.

“Are you going to cum?” Mrs. Armstrong asked. “Are you, Stefani honey?”

“Yes!” she howled. “I’m so hot. I… I… Yunie!”

Her wonderful cream gushed out of her pussy and bathed my face. I lapped up the delicious flood. I groaned, savoring every moment of drinking her tangy delight. My tongue danced over her pussy folds. I teased her. Drove her wild. She whimpered atop me, grinding back and forth on me. Her hot cream ran over my cheeks and chin.

It was incredible. A wild treat that I was lucky enough to enjoy. I moaned into her cunt. I worshiped her as I savored her wild flavor. My tongue danced over her folds, licking up her cream as she squealed into my cunt.

“Yunie! Yunie! I love you! You’re the fucking best! Oh, my god! Ooh, yes, yes, lick up my cream.”

A shadow fell over me as I did that. Clint dropped to his knees, holding his hard cock. I stared up at his dick as he lined up at Stefani. I pulled my mouth from her pussy, gasping, panting. My tongue flicked out, licking at his shaft.

“Fuck her!” I moaned. “Breed her! We have to be pregnant together!”

“Yes!” my lover moaned into my pussy. She thrust her tongue into my twat.

Clint rammed his dick into her cunt.

I watched my brother’s big cock vanish into my lover’s pussy. His balls slid over my face. I sucked on them for a moment before they drew back. His cock emerged covered in my lover’s tangy cream. I licked him, savoring the flavor. He slammed in again, his hairy nutsack caressing my face.

I smelled his manly musk. I moaned, licking his balls as he fucked my lover. She moaned into my twat, feasting on me, driving me wild while my brother pounded her. Clint grunted and groaned, fucking her hard.

“Pam!” whimpered Melody in the background as the rapture shot through me.

“Yes, yes, Melody! I love you!” gasped Pam.

Their passion mixed with the sounds of Mrs. Armstrong whimpers and the rhythmic slapping of Mr. Armstrong jerking his cock. Why didn’t he use his wife? Why didn’t he just take her instead of watching us like a pathetic man?

Stefani nibbled on my labia, driving the question from my mind.

Pussy juices dripped from my lover’s pussy as Clint rammed into her. He buried his cock over and over into her pussy, churning her cunt cream to a froth. It glistened like a pearly foam on the edges of her labia.

I licked it up.

My tongue danced around their flesh. My lover and my brother united in passion. I loved it. I tasted her tangy passion on his cock. I sucked on his balls. They were full of the cum that had bred my pussy.

And would breed Stefani’s.

“Yes, yes, yes, fuck her, Clint!” I moaned. “I want you cumming in her.”

“Ooh, breed me!” my lover moaned into my twat.

Her fingers found my pussy lips. I gasped as she thrust three of her digits into my depths. She filled me. I moaned out in delight. My legs trembled at the sudden intrusion. Her fingers pumped in and out of me while her tongue flicked against my clit.

She drove me wild. She caressed my bud, teasing me. The passion surged out of me. I trembled on the floor, my heart racing in my chest. Clint grunted as he drove his dick again and again into my lover’s depths.

“Yes, yes, fuck her, Clint!” I moaned. I sucked on his balls for a moment before they drew back. “Make her explode.”

“Yes, yes, I want to cum on your big cock, Clint!” Stefani moaned. She rocked back and forth, her tits sliding against my belly.

She thrust her fingers in and out of my pussy and sucked on my clit. She moaned with wanton passion. I could feel her pleasure building and building in her. She was cumming closer and closer to her orgasm.

Just like me.

Her fingers teased me. She stretched out my pussy. She drove me wild. I sucked on her clit, nibbling on it while Clint thrust forward, his balls smacking into my forehead. He grunted and groaned, plowing her hard.

“Damn!” growled Clint.

“Cum in her!” I urged, my orgasm swelling. Stefani’s fingers reamed me.

“Yes, yes, cum in my daughter!” Mrs. Armstrong groaned. “Breed her!”

“Darn that’s wild,” whimpered the wimpy Mr. Armstrong.

“Uh-huh!” I moaned, my pussy clenching on Stefani’s fingers. “Do it, Clint!”

“Give me that cum and breed my pussy!” howled Stefani.

Her tangy juices gushed out around my brother’s dick and bathed my face in her hot passion. I reveled in it, licking at her flesh as Clint drove his cock into her. His balls slipped over my mouth. My lips latched onto his nuts.

I felt them tense and then twitch.

My brother growled as he flooded my girlfriend’s fertile depths with his jizz. I shuddered, loving this moment. My pussy clenched down on Stefani’s fingers. She moaned about my clit, her body bucking atop me.

I joined them in rapture.

I moaned around my brother’s balls as he flooded her pussy. Ecstasy burst in my cunt. My pussy spasmed around Stefani’s fingers. My body bucked, my aching nipples rubbing into her belly. Pleasure washed over my mind.

Stars danced before my eyes as the bliss filled me. I drank it in as I trembled beneath my lover. I sucked on my brother’s nutsack as he basted her cunt with all his jizz. I loved this moment. My two half-sisters moaned in the background, all of us cumming.

“Oh, Yunie, yes!”

“Dandi!” I whimpered as her fingers pulled out of my pussy. “Did my brother fire a lot of cum into you.”

“So much,” she panted. “I hoped he did it. I hope I’m preggers like you.”

“Me, too,” I moaned.

“Yes, yes, yes,” whimpered Mrs. Armstrong. “That would be so hot.”

Stefani shuddered on me then gasped as Clint ripped his cock out of her. Before I could bury my face into her twat and lick up my brother’s cum, she stood up, pulling her pussy away from my hungry mouth.

I whimpered as I stared up at her, watching her pussy drip with Clint’s cum. I truly hoped that he’d bred her this time. I wanted us pregnant together. Both of us growing my brother’s child. I didn’t know if we’d have daughters or sons. Maybe one of each. I wanted them to be lovers. To share their passion the way their mothers had.

My lover seized her trembling mother by the hair. Stefani yanked hard on the MILF, forcing her mother’s face into her cum-filled twat. My lover threw back her head as her mother took a lick. I could see Mrs. Armstrong’s jaw moving, the muscles in her face working as she devoured her daughter’s fizz-filled pussy.

“She’s reveling in incest, Daddy,” Stefani said, glancing over her shoulder. “Are you going to stop her?”

“I… I…” He swallowed.

“If you don’t, I’m going to piss in her mouth,” Stefani moaned. “She’s going to drink my urine and… Mommy! Ooh, she wants it. Her tongue’s dancing around my urethra. She’s such a wicked slut.”

I trembled, licking my lips coated in Stefani’s tangy cream. It was a similar flavor to her mother’s cunt. A little lighter. Not as matured. Delicious and wonderful. I watched as Stefani stared at her masturbating father.

“Well, Daddy, you going to stop me?” she asked.

“N-no,” he groaned.

A smile grew on Clint’s lips as he stood over me, his arms folded across his broad chest, watching the sight. I shuddered and my eyes widened. He wanted this moment. I flicked my gaze to my lover. She arched her back, her face straining.

Then she let out a long, slow groan.

She pissed in her mother’s mouth. Urine spilled out the corners, the yellow running down her mother’s cheek as she soiled the woman. Mrs. Armstrong shuddered, her bound arms twisting as she pressed her mouth tighter.

She drank her daughter’s urine and moaned. Mrs. Armstrong welted ass clenched, the black knob of her butt plug peeking out. She whimpered with wanton passion as she drank more and more of my lover’s piss. I remembered peeing in Stefani’s mouth earlier that morning, how it felt as the piss streamed out of me and into her mouth.

“Damn,” Melody whispered in the background.

“Mmm,” Pam purred, her voice throaty with satiated bliss. The type brought by one sister making another cum. “What a slut.”

“Yes!” gasped Mr. Armstrong.

He came. His cum splashed on the carpet. A few weak spurts as his knees buckled. He was so pathetic for cumming while watching his daughter use his wife. Stefani had utterly dominated her mother. My lover’s body bucked. She groaned and came again.

I licked my lips, savoring that tangy musk staining my mouth as I watched my lover tremble through her orgasm. She held her mother’s auburn hair. Mrs. Armstrong’s jaw licked and lapped, drinking her daughter’s cream and piss.

“Oh, Daddy, I don’t think you’re strong enough to control Mommy,” Stefani moaned, glancing at her father. “You have to give her to me. I’ll keep her in line. I’ll make her into a good wife and mother. She’ll be my mommy slave and your perfect wife. What do you say?”

“I… I…” He swallowed. “You’re right. I just can’t do it. I tried… but I’m not Clint. Please, please, you have to keep your mother from being such a sinful whore.”

“Yes!” Stefani moaned in triumph, her eyes flashing to me, such delight in them.

I grinned. My brother had arranged this all. I smiled as I witnessed the completion of his plan. I trembled, eager to experience the delights of my lover’s new mommy-slave. Things were about to get wild. I rubbed my belly, hoping the naughty MILF would massage me when I was nice and round, eating my pregnant pussy,

Drinking my piss like a good mommy-slut.

I loved my family.

To be continued…

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When Val’s having relationship trouble china and tanith help out

Hey guys, I’m writing this cos I’m a big fan o Val’s and I would love to see her naked but this is close enough 😉

Valkyrie entered chinas apartment and sighed, fletcher hadn’t been putting out anything, she ended up getting so horny she masturbated in the bus. It was even worse when she squirted and realized she would have to drink it. These hormones were killing her.

‘Why hello dear’ china said ‘how ever are you?’ ‘I’m grand she said’
‘And fletcher? How is that boy?”
‘Hes good to’ valkyrie said lacking conviction l
‘Look child, is something wrong? Is something going on with fletcher and don’t say nothing is because we both know that’s a lie’
Valkyrie sighed ‘I can’t believe I’m saying this but he isn’t putting out right now’
Chinas legs twitched slightly
‘Child how did you get here?’
‘On the bus, why?’
‘One because it tells me your not speaking and two it tells me your’e horny enough to masturbate on a bus because you have cum trickling on your skirt, it doesn’t ubsorb moisture’
‘Crap’ Val said ‘anyway what do you want to know’
I already know everything but I’m just thinking maybe you shouldn’t get so hung up on a boy if you’re not even sure you like them’
‘What do you mean’ her heart quicken
‘I think I can help you’ china said ‘ with our friends help’
Tanith came out of the bedroom naked and said ‘oh thank god’ I’ve wanted to rip that shirt of and shove my face into it since your tits came through’
Valkyrie pulled off her panties
‘Lye down on the couch’ china said she did
‘Now’ she said and pulled a massive vibrator blurring speed out of her pussy.
‘You had that in the whole time?!’ Valkyrie said
‘Yes child, and tanith had the remote, she slammed it up when we were talking, now suck it’
She blew the vibrator now turned off and tanith poked her ass with two fingers and licked her pussy. China looked at them and masterbated, she pulled off her blouse and rubbed her clit while clasping her tit, face gritted trying not to moan, then tanith took the vibrator and shoved it in Valkyries ass. ( I’m a girl and I love anal) the vibrator rubbed her ass and pussy at the same time. Valkyrie squeezed her large tits as tanith sat on her face, valkyrie licked, sucked and nibbled, this was not truly her first lesbian experience, the reflection had done her hard befor but this was with two real and hot woman. She was thrilled

She licked tanith and when she cummed she lapped it up then swallowed. China pulled the vibrator out of her ass and then tapped two symbols on the sides of her pussy. A massive throbbing dick formed ou of the glowing symbols. Child don’t worry. We will both enjoy this. She rammed it in her pussy and valkyrie gasped, it was amazing. China was going balls deep with.a 23 cm cock it rubbed her sides and china grabbed one boob. Valkyrie was losing control. She grabbed her own firm ass checks then taniths. She sucked her and moaned, china was thrusting deeper and deeper, the feeling was incredible, to be in a threesome with these two beautiful woman. China did one last deep and slow thrust then came on her, there were long white hot strips of drippy cum that covered Valkyries tuts and taniths ass, china then sprayed in her mouth and valkyrie almost gagged, but not because it was yuck, but because there was so much, and it was so delicious ( I love nothing more when finishing but for my boyfriend to fuck my tits the to cum in my mouth) she swirled it around in her mouth then swallowed. Tanith looked at her, did you just swallow a entire mouthful of chinas hot white cum?’ ‘Yes’ valkyrie said
‘Ok’ tanith said ‘now lick me clean’ valkyrie extended her tongue and licked taniths ass, china was stroking her dick waiting to reload but valkyrie was still fucking tanith, she licked it all off her ass then up her back, on e she had it all she swirled it around in her mouth, tanith spun around and valkyrie moved all the cum into taniths pussy, ‘now suck it out she said, and tanith did, she grabbed her firmxthighs and pulled her pussy to her face and sucked it all out she kissed valkyrie and gave her all the cum, valkyrie swallowed it and china was back.
‘Tanith now we have established what the lovely girl is like in a lesbian threesome we should see her in a male threesome tanith tapped to symbols beside her clit and a giant dick grew out of them. Tanith grabbed Valkyries head and rammed her cock into it, it went deep into her throat. China I the meanwhile grabbed a condom and put it on. It took valkyrie a second to realize it was ribbed before she rammed it in her ass. ( I’ve done this, it’s so nice, almost as nice as in the pussy, valkyrie moaned as chinas rythme speed up ramming faster and faster tanith was hitting Valkyries face with her balls and they both sped up. Valkyrie felt the condoms tip shred and then with a few final deep thrusts they finished tanith spraying some in her throat but most covered her face. China had filled her ass completely and proceeded to spray on her back. Valkyrie lay there and china and tanith took pictures. Then she got up and wiped the cum off her face with a finger, she ate it all and left. China told her they could chat anytime.

After she left, while tanith and china masterbated to the pictures they took, china asked, ‘do you think we should have told her about all of the cum in her hair?’
Nah, tanith said, ‘give her a snack for on the way home

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Zach manages to bring mother and daughter together.

Part 3:

The following days blended together into a nonstop sex romp. If I wasn’t having sex with Ashley, I was sodomizing Jill. We always fucked in Ashley’s bed, Jill getting off on her daughter’s scent with Ashley’s panties stuffed into her mouth as a gag. Whenever she could, Jill would listen in on Ashley and me screwing, standing on the other side of the door and touching herself. The door would be slightly open, a crack just wide enough for her to see me empty myself into her daughter. Whenever I would spend the night, I would wait for Ashley to fall asleep, then go into Jill’s room and let her suck me off. She would finger her pussy while she rolled my cock in her mouth, savoring the taste of her daughter on me.

I had a sexy girl and her milf addicted to my cock, but the question was how could I get them together? Jill wouldn’t hesitate to go in on a threesome, but Ashley was another story. Somehow I had to get her to be ok with having sex in front of and with her mom. If nothing worked, I could always just rape her and have Jill join in. Jill might be into that idea. But hopefully it wouldn’t come to that and I could bend Ashley willingly.

I found myself pondering the situation as Ashley and I were having an afternoon romp. Jill was home, and as mentioned before, she was on the other side of Ashley’s bedroom door, her fingers buried up to the knuckle in her velvet sleeve. I had Ashley on all fours, ramming her from behind, her screams of bliss bouncing off the walls.

‘Let’s see, how can I do this? Now would probably be the best time to try and manipulate her, at least lay the foundations. Now Jill is just like her, so if I’m lucky, she’ll have the same affinity for incestuous desires. I just have to plant them and help them grow.’

“Yes! Harder! Deeper! Fuck my pussy!” Ashley screamed.

“I love how much you moan when we fuck, how loud you get. I bet your mom can hear us.”

“What?”

“She can probably hear us right now, begging for my cock, hear her little girl turning into a ravenous cum slut.”

Just like with Jill, I could feel her tightening up on me, telling me I had struck a nerve. My words were arousing her and her body was reacting. Out in the hall, Jill bit her lip and the strokes of her fingers increased in speed. She knew I was saying this not just to Ashley, but to her as well.

“She knows you’re getting fucked like a dirty whore, getting mounted like an animal. Does it turn you on?”

“Shut up!”

I grabbed her arms and pulled them back, gripping her wrists like handlebars as I fucked her. With each slam, her tits bounced beautifully.

“She might as well be watching us right now. Imagine her sitting in the corner, her eyes on you, watching you getting fucked. You’re so shameless, getting turned on my your mom watching you have sex.”

“Zach, cut it out!”

“You’re getting wetter, I can feel it.” I lied back, pulling her on top of me, her body heaving as she bounced on my cock like a mechanical bull. “Can you feel her watching you? She’s probably as horny as you are. She would be sitting in the corner, touching herself to the sound of your moans.”

Ashley stopped moaning, panting instead with her eyes on the corner where Jill would be. Against her will, she was beginning to imagine her mom sitting there, massaging her full breasts with one hand while her other strayed south.

“She can see your tits jiggling, your erect clitoris, your pussy wrapping around my cock. Put on a show for her, let your mom see your slutty side. She can watch you get fucked and you can watch her finger herself.”

Outside, Jill was on her knees with her hand between her legs, fighting the urge to come into the room and lick the sweat from her daughter’s stomach. She was so close.

“Oh god, I’m going to cum!” Ashley cried out, bouncing like a super ball.

“Tell Jill you’re cumming. Let her hear you cum.”

“Zach, stop!”

“Fine.” I stopped my thrusts, just like with Jill. “Say it and I’ll let you cum!”

“Ok, I’ll say it!”

I resumed moving, immediately pushing her over the boundary.

“Mom, I’m cumming! Zach is making me cum! His cock feels so good, mom!” she moaned as she squirted like a water pistol.

‘Me too, baby! I’m cumming too!’ Jill thought, soaking the carpet beneath her with the waterfall between her legs.

Ashley collapsed and fell on her side. I hadn’t had an orgasm of my own so I just wanted to fire off a quick round. Leaning over her head, I started masturbating, using the wetness from her pussy as lubricant. I soon ejaculated, painting her face with my seed.

‘Just a little longer and my dream will come true.’

More days passed, Jill continuing to watch from the sidelines as I fucked her daughter, until it was her turn to get pounded. Whenever Ashley and I had sex, I would try to manipulate her like before. I would tell her that her mom could hear her, tell her to imagine Jill was watching, have her visualize her mom masturbating to the sight of Ashley getting mounted. Funny that that’s exactly what her mom was doing, even if Ashley didn’t know it. I even convinced her to have sex in her mom’s bed. The more I worked her, the easier it became to make her cum. I would tell her to put on a show for Jill and she would spray like a fountain.

Every day, my goal of a threesome got closer and closer.

It was a beautiful Saturday morning, and Jill was lying on her back on the kitchen table as I ravaged her soft pussy. The lips of her cunt gave off the sound of gum being chewed as I would pull my cock out and force it back in.

“Oh fuck yeah! Fuck my wet pussy! Fuck my sloppy wet pussy with your big cock!” she whined.

“Zach?! MOM?!” we heard the shrill voice scream.

We looked at the front door and saw Ashley, wearing her waitress outfit. She was supposed to have the morning shift, but apparently she came home early. She was staring at us with her mouth hanging open and tears rolling down her cheeks. She ran to her room and slammed the door shut with a deafening crash.

“Ashley, wait!” I said as I grabbed my pants and pulled them on.
“Baby, hold on!” Jill said as she put on a bathrobe.

We rushed to her locked bedroom door. Inside, we could hear Ashley screaming in rage and destroying everything in her path.

“Ashley, come on. Can we please talk?” I asked as I knocked on the door.

“Talk about what?! You were fucking my mom!”

“Baby, it’s not what you think.” Jill said.

“My boyfriend was cheating on me with my fucking whore of a mother! I know what I saw!”

We waited outside the door for almost an hour as Ashley released her rage on everything in her room.

“Ashley, if you won’t come out, will you at least let us in? We just want to talk,” I eventually asked.

After several minutes, we heard the door unlock and we stood up. Jill and I opened the door and stepped inside. The ground was covered in wreckage, the walls had been stripped bare of pictures and posters, and Ashley was sitting on the bed with her face in her hands. We sat down next to her and held her close.

“How long? How long have you two been doing this?” Ashley asked in sorrow and anger.

“A couple weeks. I’m so sorry, sweetheart, it was all a huge mistake,” Jill said as she put her hand on Ashley’s knee.

Something caught my attention when her hand touched her knee. Ashley squirmed at her touch, but not away from her. Had she truly been mad, she would have jerked back, but her legs just clamped together as if she was trying to suppress a reaction. Was… Was she aroused?

‘Now’s the time.’

Deciding to experiment, I mimicked her mom and placed my hand on her other knee, but taking it one step forward, I slowly moved my hand up and down her thigh. Ashley continued to squirm, and she had her arms crossed against her stomach. I could tell that she was trying to fight the urge to touch her full breasts or her moistening pussy.

‘I knew it. She’s not angry with us for screwing, she’s angry with herself for watching us and enjoying it! It just like when I figured out that Jill was hot for her, she’s angry at herself that seeing me pound her mom makes her horny.’ Jill and I locked eyes and I motioned to Ashley while raising my eyebrows.

Jill gave a small smile and licked her lips. She turned to Ashley. “Baby, I’m so sorry, I couldn’t help myself. I’ve seen the two of you have sex and it just made me so hot.”

“What?”

“At first I would just listen to the two you, then I started spying. Watching your breasts bounce as you rode his dick made my own nipples hard…” She began to open her bathrobe, exposing her round full breasts to her daughter. “And watching you rub your pussy as he hammered you made me so wet.” She fully opened her robe and exposed her cunt, glistening in arousal. Ashley was in disbelief as she looked at her naked mother, and I knew that she was almost as horny as I was. Her ability to hide it was beginning to fail.

“Did… did you feel the same way as you watched us? Did you want to touch my body?” Jill asked as she picked up her daughter’s hand and placed it on her left tit. Ashley stirred and tried to pull away, but Jill forced her hand to squeeze her breast, making her massage it with her fingers and rub her nipple with her palm.

“Mom, this is a little too weird,” Ashley panted. We all knew it was a lie.

“Come on, I know you like it,” Jill said softly as she leaned forward and pressed her lips against Ashley’s.

Her daughter resisted for only a moment before kissing her mom back. I couldn’t believe my luck as I watched the two blondes make out, softly at first, but then with more passion. As they started to feel each other with their hands I decided to back off and give them time to get… acquainted. With my rock-hard cock in my hand, I watched as mother and daughter began to French kiss each other, licking the inside of each other’s mouth and sucking on each other’s tongues. Their lips became shiny and wet as they savored the taste of each other’s saliva.

Jill unbuttoned Ashley’s waitress blouse and pulled it away, leaving her in just her bra.

“Show me those beautiful titties,” Jill groaned. With a coy grin, Ashley pulled off her bra, revealing her round bouncing boobs. They looked just like her mother’s but had their own unique size and dimensions.

“Lovely!” Jill said as she licked her lips. Her daughter moaned in ecstasy as her mother began massaging the plump mounds of flesh, squeezing them like they were stress-relievers and tweaking her nipples as if she was adjusting a radio.

“I’ve spent so many hours rubbing my sloppy wet pussy while imagining my lips around your sweet nipples,” Jill said as she held Ashley’s left boob with both hands.

Slowly and gently, she reached out with her tongue and dragged it across the soft flesh of her tit, just a few inches from the nipple. Ashley moaned as her mom began licking her round boobs, teasingly avoiding the nipple. Finally, she closed her lips around the areola and sucked like a vacuum. Ashley released a high-pitched moan like the ringing of wind chimes as her mother sucked on one nipple and pinched the other. I resisted the urge to shoot my load, as Jill would switch between Ashley’s titties, using her lips and tongue to play with the erect nipples and tease her daughter.

Ashley finally moved back to the headboard of the bed and Jill suspended herself over her daughter. She held herself up with one hand and squeezed her tits as Ashley pulled off her skirt and revealed her panties, which were stained by her wetness. Jill pulled off her daughter’s panties, revealing the soft lips, dripping with arousal.

“Lick my pussy, Mom. Make me cum onto your tongue,” Ashley said as she massaged herself.

“Not yet, baby, first suck on my titties like you used to,” Jill moaned as she held her massive jugs up to her daughter’s face.

Ashley playfully squeezed the milf’s breasts, massaging them and pinching the nipples like her mother had done to her. Finally, Ashley raised her head and began sucking on her mom’s tits and lapping her nipples with her tongue. Jill moaned in bliss as Ashley sucked on her skin with gusto and buried her face between the two fleshy mounds.

Both mother and daughter thinking alike, Jill began rubbing her daughter’s pussy and Ashley began rubbing her mom’s. Both women moaned as their pussies became wetter and softer, countless drops of pussy juice staining the blankets on the bed as the lips became more and more amendable and would ripple with every slap of their fingers. The girls moaned with ecstasy, but Ashley’s moan was stifled by her mom’s full firm tits smothering her face with one of the nipples always in her mouth.

After several minutes, both women separated and began licking the other’s pussy juice off of their fingers. Jill moved back to her daughter with her head between her legs. “I’ve wanted to do this for so long,” she hummed as she spread the lips of her daughter’s pussy and sent her tongue deep into Ashley’s wet insides.

Ashley moaned as her mom drank up her pussy juice and explored every corner of her hot cunt. As I watched, I wasn’t sure whether I should focus on Jill licking her daughter’s pussy, or the milf sticking her ass in the air. I just wanted to jump onto the bed, force my cock into her pussy, and hammer her so hard that she would scream into her daughter’s cunt. But I fought the urge. I wanted to see how far they would go on their own.

Ashley released an extra loud moan as she had her first lesbian orgasm, and soaked her mom with her pussy juice. Jill moved up on top of her daughter and kneeled over her with her head between her knees.

“Lick it, baby, send your tongue up into your mother’s soft cunt,” Jill purred as she squeezed her tits.

Ashley grabbed her mom’s ass with both hands and forced her Jill to sit on her face. The milf moaned in bliss, for Ashley didn’t just eat her pussy, she fucking DEVOURED it. I had to bend my neck so I could see Ashley, her chin and lower lip just barely showing under her mom’s ass as she sent her tongue deep into Jill’s womanhood.

Jill moaned like an opera singer as Ashley worked her middle finger into her mother’s backdoor, fucking her ass faster than I ever could with my cock. She was forcing her fingers into her tight anus so fast that her hand was a blur, and I started to wonder if it was actually hurting Jill. After only a few minutes, Jill had a gushing orgasm and sprayed pussy juice onto her daughter’s face and Ashley drank it all up.

Jill got off of Ashley, and as if the two family members were telepathic, their legs interlocked and they began to grind their pussies. They moved like mirror images, slamming their clams together over and over again, letting their lips rub together in a sloppy wet kiss. Both mother and daughter moaned and squeezed each other’s tits, and the longer they scissored, the wetter they became. Foamy drops were spraying from their joined lips, soaking the bed with their combined juices. I honestly couldn’t believe what I was watching.

After both cumming at the same time, the two women separated and lay side by side. With Ashley’s right leg wrapped around Jill’s left, the mother and daughter rubbed each other’s pussies while giving a mix of a moan and a whine. They writhed and gyrated their hips, at the mercy of each other’s toying. Finally, I rushed over and forced my cock into Jill’s pussy and fucked her faster and harder than ever before, unable to hold back any longer.

Jill moaned at the top of her lungs and squeezed the blankets of the bed until the veins in her wrists bulged. “Oh yes! Fuck me! Fuck me until I cum!” she hollered.

I turned to Ashley. “How do you like watching me fuck your mom?”

“It makes me so horny. Fuck my mom, fuck her hard and fill her with cum!” she moaned as she sucked on her fingers and rubbed her pussy.

As I hammered Jill’s cunt, Ashley masturbated to the sight. I would swing my pelvis so that I could slam her cunt with my full strength and my cock would dive into her and then swerve up, allowing it to plow into every corner. As I picked up speed, Jill had orgasm after orgasm that soaked my lap. After watching the lesbian incest, my ability to hold back an orgasm was already hindered. I let slip a single stream of cum, just enough to cause it to overflow from her stretched out pussy.

Drunk on arousal and desperate to indulge every desire I had, I pulled out my cock and then forced it up her ass so fast and hard that she screamed. With my cock lubricated by her pussy juice and my sperm, I was able to fuck her without hesitation. To stifle her mom’s moans and whines, Ashley bent over and began kissing her and forcing her tongue down Jill’s throat. I fucked Jill so hard that she couldn’t hold still, so she and her daughter often broke the connection. Because of this, their French kissing was disrupted, and they would end up licking each other’s faces and covering each other in saliva.

“Ashley, come sit on mama’s face!” Jill moaned.

Ashley eagerly obeyed, climbing on top of her and in the 69 position. She pushed her pussy down on her mom’s face and buried her own face in Jill’s cunt, trying to give me room to move. Both women began eating each other out while I fucked Jill in the ass. After every dozen or so thrusts, I would pull out and rub my cock against Ashley’s face, prompting her to take it in her mouth. She sucked gluttonously, relishing the kinky taste of her mom’s ass, then she would manually guide me back in, licking her lips as she watched me sodomize Jill. After a few minutes, Jill screamed and had a massive orgasm. Pussy juice and my sperm from before gushed out of her pussy and Ashley hungrily lapped it up.

“Zach, fuck her, fuck my daughter.”

I pulled my cock out of her asshole and climbed onto the bed as she moved to the headboard. Ashley got on her hands and knees, facing her mom and I got behind her. With one hand on her hip and the other on my tireless manhood, I pressed the head of my dick against her pussy and pushed it in. She was already so hot and wet that there was absolutely no resistance.

Ashley gave a soft moan as I pushed it in all the way to the base, pulled it out, and slammed it back in. Her low moan turned into an endless whine as I took my regular fast-paced rhythm of hammering her cunt. As I gripped her hips and thrust my manhood deep inside her, Jill was a few feet in front of us, rubbing her pussy as she watched us.

“How do you like watching me fuck your little girl?” I asked as both women touched themselves.

“Fuck her harder, make my daughter cum and moan. Watching you fuck her wet pussy is making me so hot!” she moaned.

“Yes ma’am.”

I picked up speed, causing Ashley to scream in bliss as I ravaged her sweet cunt, only stopping when she came.

“I’m not done yet,” I said as pressed the head against her asshole.

“Zach, no!”

I ignored her cries and rammed it in, robbing her of her black cherry. Ashley released a shrill scream ass I began to pummel her tight ass. The fact that I was raping her asshole just like I had done her mom made me grin.

“Oh god, it hurts!” she screamed as I picked up speed.

“How about it, Jill? How do you like watching me ravage your daughter’s virgin ass? How do you like your daughter being defiled and violated right in front of you?”

“I love it. Fuck her asshole; fuck it hard! How do you like it, baby? He raped me just like this and I loved it.”

“Oh god, it hurts! It hurts so bad!” she screamed.

“But it feels good, doesn’t it? Having that cock stuffed up inside you? You love it.”

“Oh god yes! It hurts, but it feels so good! Fuck my ass! Fill my ass with cum!” Ashley screamed. It seemed being an anal whore ran in the family.

She wasn’t able to say another word, for Jill had gotten on her hands and knees and had pushed her daughter’s face into her perfect ass. The only sounds now were my grunts, Jill’s moan, Ashley’s stifled whine of kinky ecstasy, and the squishing sound of my cock punishing her asshole.

After several minutes of sexual nirvana, I shot a massive load of sperm up into Ashley, causing her to cum. Exhausted, Ashley collapsed on the bed. Sensing this, Jill pulled her daughter’s face out from between her perfect firm ass cheeks and climbed on top of her but without putting her weight on Ashley. With the mother and daughter spooning, Jill turned to me.

“Put that fat cock back in my pussy and fuck me!”

I looked down at my cock. Frankly, it was a miracle that I could still maintain the erection after all the fucking I had done. I had shot so much cum that my dick was seriously aching, but my nuts were still rearing to go. The ammo was ready, but the cannon was overheating. I had a few more shots in me before even I would reach my limit.

“Come on old buddy, don’t fail me now,” I said to myself as I gripped my cock. I spread Jill’s ass cheeks, revealing her eager pussy. I pushed it in past the soft lips and began to hammer her cunt, while still slick from her daughter’s asshole. Supposedly this caused infections in women, but that wasn’t my problem. Jill moaned as I picked up speed and reached my regular rhythm.

“Oh fuck yeah, fuck my mom!” Ashley moaned as she fingered herself.

With their smooth thighs rubbing against each other and Jill’s bouncing tits against her back, Ashley couldn’t think of any words to describe the kinky forbidden horniness she was feeling. Jill also reached under her, feeling Ashley’s tits and then helping her daughter finger herself.

“Cum in my cunt! Fill my womb with your seed!” the milf moaned, reaching back and forcing her fingers up her asshole.

I grunted as I shot one massive load of cum into her pussy. As I pulled my cock out of my girlfriend’s mom’s sloppy wet cunt, I felt a second wind arrive. Mounting her like a dog, I rammed my cock into Ashley’s cunt so hard that she almost screamed. I began fucking her faster than ever before, ignoring the soreness of my cock and riding Ashley as hard as possible.

“Fuck my daughter! Fuck her hard and make her cum!” Jill said as she began fingering Ashley’s semen-filled asshole.

“Oh god, I can’t take it! He’s fucking me way to hard, but it feels so good!” her daughter moaned in both pain and bliss.

Finally she had a seismic orgasm and pussy juice and cum erupted from her cunt as I shot jet after jet of sperm up inside her. After ten seconds of filling her up until she was overflowing, I dismounted her. From there we fucked like rabbits, always changing positions. At one point, I was on my back with Jill bouncing on my lap and Ashley riding my face, the two women tongue-kissing above me. Soon after, I was mounting Ashley like a dog, sodomizing her to my heart’s content, while Jill and I made out. At one point, Ashley was sucking me off while Jill smothered my face with her tits, then the two women pressed their chests together and gave me a double tit fuck.

After an hour, I stood up and tried to catch my breath. My dick ached as blood rushed in and out of the exhausted veins, keeping the sore flesh inflated. I watched as the mother and daughter got back into the 69 position and sucked my cum out of each other’s pussies. They climbed off each other and Ashley licked the cum out of Jill’s anus, and Jill did the same to her daughter.

If you think you’ve seen the sexiest thing in the history of the world, you’ve obviously never seen your blonde busty girlfriend and her blonde busty mom drink your cum out of each other’s assholes like wineglasses. They both turned to me and I knew what was next.

‘Come on, old buddy, just stay strong for one more minute,’ I mentally said to my penis as the two women climbed off the bed and got on their knees.

Jill was the first to suck my cock. She wrapped her hand around it and jacked it back to its full erect size. She licked the shaft, savoring the accumulated taste of her pussy and ass juice, the pussy and ass juice of her daughter, and my cum. She took the whole cock in her mouth and her head began to bob back and forth. As she blew me, her daughter was working her pussy with her fingers and sucking on her tits.

I put my hand on the back of her head and forced my cock down her throat. She choked and gagged on my dick, but I didn’t stop. I kept pushing it in further until I forced my balls (which had sufficiently shriveled up and from all the work it had done) into her mouth. With her throat completely filled with my cock and her tongue lapping at the underside of my balls, Jill’s eyes rolled back into her head as saliva overflowed from her mouth, caused by her agitated gag reflex.

After ten seconds, Jill released my cock, but first she left a thick coating of saliva all over the shaft, head, and my ball sack. Now it was Ashley’s turn, and she lapped up the saliva with gusto, savoring the taste of the delicious taboo. Like her mom, she began to deep throat me, and often times, she would take my cock out of her mouth so that she could suck on my balls.

Jill and Ashley began working together, sucking and licking my cock at the same time and letting their tongues wrap around it and touch each other. While one was blowing me, the other would roll my balls around in her mouth. After thirty seconds, they released my cock, pressed the sides of their faces together, and looked up at me with their mouths wide open and their tongues sticking out. I gripped my cock and began rubbing it furiously while forming every last blob of sperm in my body into one last load.

Finally, I aimed the head of my dick at them and shot four streams. The first two globs completely covered their faces and the second pair of blasts filled their mouths until they were overflowing. I stepped back as the sperm-filled sluts began French kissing, cumswapping the mouthfuls over and over again. They didn’t swallow it; they wanted to savor the taste while they mixed it with each other’s saliva and stirred it with their tongues.

Once they swallowed it and began to lick the cum off of each other’s faces, a wave of throbbing pain struck my manhood. With the two nymphomaniacs preoccupied, I rushed into the kitchen, flung open the freezer, grabbed a bag of frozen peas, and held them against my dick and nuts. I exhaled a gasp as I felt instant relief. I almost expected my junk to emit the same sound as red-hot metal being dipped in water.

“Are you ok?”

I turned around and saw Ashley standing in the doorway. Her body and face had been licked clean of my cum by her mom.

“Yeah, but I’m worn out. In the words of a wise man, the spirit is willing, but the flesh is spongy and bruised.”

“Yeah, I guess we were all a little too rough,” she giggled.

“It’s ok, but I’ll be out of commission for a few days. If I tried to go for another round, my dick would either fall off or the only thing that would come out would be a flag with the word BANG on it.”

“Well, I suppose me and my mom can keep each other entertained.”

“Zach, come back to bed! You can’t hog my daughter and not leave me out of the fun!”

“I got to go. If I let her near my junk again, it will turn into an all-girl threesome.”

I grabbed my clothes off of the kitchen floor and ran towards the door with the bag of frozen peas still held against my sore dick.

“Zach, where are you going?” Jill hollered from the bedroom.

“I have to go to the college, sorry I can’t stay!” I replied as I ran out the door.

“Are you sure you don’t want a blowjob for the road?” she asked as she stepped out of the bedroom. I was already at my car.

“Why is he going to the college?” Jill asked Ashley.

“He’s going to try and find some of the local drug dealers to see if he can buy some Vicodin. We rode him a little too hard.”

“Damn.”

“What are you complaining about? Do you honestly think I’ve had enough of your pussy? Your going to have your legs spread all night long. Get back to the bedroom!” Ashley barked.

The threesome had more than altered the dynamics of their mother-daughter relationship and she was trying to figure out how much authority her mom still had over her. Jill licked her lips and turned around. As Ashley followed her to the bedroom, she slapped her mom on the ass.

“Honey, if I don’t wake up tomorrow with your tongue up my ass, consider yourself grounded,” Jill laughed as they stepped into the bedroom and closed the door behind them.

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This story is raw, shameless, and drenched in desire. It’s about control, obsession, and the hunger we pretend not to have. Every scene pushes limits – emotional and physical. If you’re looking for polite erotica, this isn’t it. But if you crave heat, power, and temptation?

Welcome.

Chapter 28

Mirror mirror

The moment they step into the private Mirror Room, it’s like walking into a secret garden of sin. Floor-to-ceiling glass on every wall, low lights catching every curve, every bead of sweat about to drip. Katherine leads the way, her trench coat swinging open just enough to show the sheer black lingerie hugging every inch of her thick, soft skin. It’s slutty, elegant, and screams: “Watch me.”

Ayla comes in close behind her, her own trench coat slipping open at the hips, the strappy lace set barely covering that sweet, innocent body that’s anything but innocent tonight. Her cheeks are pink, eyes wide, hair up just enough to show off her throat. Every step looks like she’s already trembling for what’s coming.

Jess trails them, grinning like the devil in red lace. Her hips swing slow, her trench tossed over her shoulder. She’s their hype girl, their filthy confessor, the one who keeps this pack tight and wicked. She catches Ayla’s shy glance and purrs, “Look at you, baby. Tonight you’re gonna drip for him and for her. You ready to be our sweet cum slut?”

Ayla’s breath stutters. She doesn’t answer out loud, but the way her thighs press together says it all.

At the far end of the room, Jude and Jason are already waiting. Big. Hard. Hands around the base of cocks that make Ayla’s lips part on a tiny gasp the second she sees them. She presses back into Tommy’s chest when he steps in behind her, his hand slipping to her hip, his warm breath in her ear.

“You see what you want, baby?” he murmurs, that steady, confident tone that always makes her knees go soft.

She nods, her voice caught somewhere in her chest. “Mhm.”

Katherine tosses her coat aside like she’s shedding her last bit of good-girl skin. She strides to the center of the room, hips swaying, her pussy already glistening between those thick thighs. She runs her hand down her belly, catching the waistband of her thong and snapping it back into place.

“You boys want this?” she purrs, eyes flicking between Jude and Jason. “Come get it.”

Jude and Jason exchange a glance, their eyes dark with hunger. Each step they take toward Katherine is deliberate, slow enough for her to feel the heat radiating off them, close enough that she can hear the slick sound of their anticipation. Jude’s fingers twitch at his sides, craving to grip, to spread, to dominate. Jason’s hand drifts to his cock, letting her hear the wet slide of pre-cum against his skin. Katherine’s breath catches, hips shifting instinctively, the anticipation stretching the moment like a taut wire.

Then they do. Jude is behind her, Jason in front. No one says another word. Jude’s big hands grip her hips, spreading her open for the mirrors. Jason strokes his thick shaft, tapping it against her lips until she opens up, eyes fluttering shut as she sinks her mouth down. The first wet slap echoes as Jude’s cock head drags through her folds, spreading her open wide. The room fills with the sound of skin meeting skin, Katherine’s soft moans muffled around Jason’s cock.

Jess sits herself on the couch, one knee pulled up, hand slipping under her lace panties as she watches. She flicks her gaze to Ayla, who’s half-straddling Tommy’s lap now, coat slipping off her shoulders, his hand splayed on her bare thigh.

“Look at her, baby,” Jess hisses, voice dripping with lust. “Your goddess taking cock like she was born for it. You wanna be like that, huh? Watch her, Ayla. Watch how she opens up.”

Ayla’s breath catches, eyes fixed on Katherine’s pussy, stretched so wide by Jude’s thick shaft that every slick push makes her bite her lip and whimper. Tommy’s hand slides up, brushing her inner thigh, his thumb tracing lazy circles close enough to make her hips twitch.

“I love how you watch,” Tommy whispers. “Such a good girl, huh? Gettin’ wet just seeing her used?”

Ayla nods, eyes huge, pupils blown. She leans back into him, her ass grinding slow against the bulge in his pants. Tommy groans low, one hand coming up to cup her throat. Not choking, just holding her steady, guiding her gaze so she can’t look away.

The wet sounds grow louder. Jason fucks her throat deeper, Jude’s hips snapping faster. Katherine’s moans go from soft to guttural, a raw sound vibrating around Jason’s cock. The mirrors catch every angle, spit dribbling down her chin, Jude’s cock vanishing between her swollen lips below.

Ayla’s breath is ragged. Her hand drifts down, but Tommy catches her wrist, growling in her ear.

“Uh-uh, baby. Not yet. You don’t touch. You wait until I say.”

Jess’s low, wicked laugh cuts through the room. She slides two fingers into her own lace-draped folds, the other hand twisting her nipple as her eyes drink in Ayla. “Look at that pretty little slut face… all wide-eyed and dripping. You feel that, huh? Feel how ready you are?”

Ayla whimpers, words stuck in her throat. Her hips grind back against Tommy, letting him press the thick outline of his cock through his pants against her wetness. His hand on her throat flexes just enough to make her gasp, her pulse spiking.

“Good girl,” he murmurs, voice low and rough. “Show me… show me how much you need it.”

Katherine’s head lifts off Jason’s cock for a ragged gasp, lips glistening with spit, eyes heavy-lidded and glazed with need. “Fuck, Jude, harder, just like that.” Her grin is wicked, caught between pleasure and command. “You see this, baby? This is what’s waiting for you, all of it, every slick inch.”

Ayla shudders, thighs parting wider over Tommy’s lap, panties soaked and clinging. She rocks instinctively, hips brushing against him, breath catching in a tight, needy whimper. Tommy’s hand slides up her side, cupping her breast, thumb circling the taut peak through sheer lace, pulling a soft gasp from her lips.

“Show me,” he growls, low and demanding. “Strip it all off. I want every inch for my eyes and for your goddess to watch.”

Ayla peels the lace bra away, cheeks flushed, mouth parted. Her eyes flick to the mirrors. Her own reflection: a good girl undone, pretty tits on display, Tommy’s big hands pinning her open, her pussy dripping behind that tiny scrap of lace.

Jason’s cock pulses in front of her, thick and throbbing. She wraps her lips around it, taking him in deep, gagging as he slips in and out. He pulls back just far enough to slap the tip hard across her tongue, letting the slick spit coat it, then shoves it back, making her choke and moan around him. Every push forces her jaw open, every drag of her tongue teasing him raw.

Katherine’s moans grow louder, the wet slap of Jude’s hips brutal now. She tries to stroke Jason while sucking, her hands sliding over his shaft, but the relentless pounding makes it impossible to focus. She’s caught in the rhythm, eyes heavy-lidded, mouth full, and in the mirrors she’s a goddess taking two huge cocks, raw and unstoppable, the room drinking her down.

Jess’s laugh bubbles up, sweet and filthy. “Mmm, listen to that sloppy mess. You hear that, Ayla? That’s what good girls sound like when they’re cock-drunk.”

Ayla shudders, hips jerking forward, heat sliding over Tommy’s lap. Tommy growls low, voice thick with need, “Enough waiting. Show me just how hungry you are, pretty girl. Taste it. Own it.”

Ayla fumbles at his zipper, eyes locked on the mirror as she frees his cock. Thick, veined, already hard for her. She wraps those shy fingers around it, gives it a timid stroke, then braver, bolder, her own little whimpers mixing with Katherine’s raw cries.

She shifts, panties dragging aside, Tommy’s cockhead brushing her dripping slit. The heat makes her knees buckle. Her trance has started, shy, sweet eyes going wide and soft as she lifts herself up, guided by Tommy’s hands on her hips.

In the mirror, she sees it all: Katherine’s thick pussy stuffed full, throat fucked raw, Jess’s fingers buried deep, and her, the sweet one, about to split herself open for the first ride of the night.

“Good girl,” Tommy grunts. “Show them how you ride. Show them how pretty you look split on my cock.”

Ayla moans, head tipping back, voice soft but filthy, that trance blooming. “Mmm, yes, I wanna feel it, wanna be your good girl.”

She lowers herself inch by inch, slick dragging against Tommy’s cock, the room filling with the wet, needy sound of her pussy swallowing him whole. Hands braced on his chest, hips tilting, she rocks slowly at first, letting every stretch pull a shuddery moan from her throat. In the mirrors, every detail is on display: her pretty lips parted, her ass lifting, Tommy’s thick cock vanishing into her tight, dripping pussy.

Across the room, Katherine is a storm of motion, thick thighs spread, spit dripping down her chin, cock shoved raw and deep down her throat as Jude hammers her from behind. Jason slams into her front, thick shaft throbbing as her moans shred the air, ragged, guttural, and wet. Each slap and squelch echoes, vibrating through the mirrored walls and into Ayla’s senses.

The sight of Katherine drenched, fucked like a goddess, every moan, every slick slide magnified in the mirrors, makes Ayla tremble, shivers cascading down her spine. Her hips lift, roll, and grind of their own accord, pussy dripping, trance blooming deeper with every thrust she feels, every sound and motion her eyes devour. Every wet slap, every guttural cry pushes her higher, her body responding to the chaos around her.

Tommy’s hands flex on her hips, steady but patient. “Feel it all, baby. Take it all in. Show them how wet and ready you are.”

Ayla rocks harder, pussy slick and hot, each bounce making Tommy’s cock throb deeper inside her. The mirrored walls catch every angle, doubling the view of her spreading, bouncing, dripping heat. Katherine’s guttural moans and sloppy gags echo across the room, a raw soundtrack that makes Ayla’s own hips snap faster, trance flooding every inch of her body.

Jess’s eyes widen, her fingers flexing as she slides forward, drawn by the rhythm of Ayla’s ride. The subtle scent of sweat and sex fills the air, thick and electric, pulling Ayla further into her spiraling need.

Ayla’s back arches, every slap of her ass against Tommy’s pelvis sharper, wetter, more hypnotic. Her moans break loose, ragged and needy, mixing with the room’s chaos, the slick, the spit, the sight of her goddess taken hard.

The heat in her veins spikes. Her trance blooms fully. She’s lost, dripping, riding, and utterly consumed by the mess of desire surrounding her.

Jess creeps closer, hungry gaze locked on Ayla’s bouncing ass, the raw scent of her arousal nearly suffocating.

“Holy fuck,” Jess whispers, voice trembling with lust, eyes glued to Ayla’s every movement. “Look at her…”

Ayla shudders, lips parting, eyes half-lidded, body trembling as Katherine’s voice cracks around Jason’s cock, a filthy, echoing praise that makes her pulse spike. “Ohhh fuck, look at her, our goddess ride that dick, yes, yes, yes, fuck YES.”

Tommy’s grip tightens at Ayla’s hips, not stopping her, just grounding her, voice low and wrecked. “Yeah, they’re watching, baby. They’re watching you, our pretty goddess rider. Show ‘em how you break this cock.”

Jess licks her lips, eyes flicking from Ayla’s bouncing ass to the mirror and back. “Fuck, that ass is moving, holy shit, Ayla, you’re insane. Harder, ride him harder, baby.”

Jude’s thrusts into Katherine stutter for a heartbeat, even he’s glancing at the show, that massive cock still splitting her open as he groans. “God damn, that’s filthy.”

Ayla’s trance cracks wide open. Her back arches, hair swings wild, each slam of her hips louder, faster, the slap echoing like a drumbeat through the mirrored room. She whimpers rough, words tumbling free. “Yes, fuck, fuck, I’m gonna break this cock, piston it, oh god, yes.”

Tommy growls, palm smacking her ass hard, the clap of skin a sharp crack making her squeal. “That’s it, pretty fucking dick rider, bounce, bounce harder, fuck yes.”

Ayla’s moans break into gasps, trance haze deeper than ever. Jess moans under her breath, one hand slipping between her own thighs. “Yes baby, break him, bounce, bounce, fuck that cock.”

Katherine pulls off Jason’s cock, letting the tip rest at her lips. She swallows thickly, eyes wild, then rasps out, “That’s our girl, fuck yes, make that pussy clap, show these boys how we do it,” before sliding back down on him, moans muffled as she resumes her pace.

Ayla’s ass crashes down, bouncing so fast the wet claps blur into a fever beat. Her voice tears into a scream. “Oh fuck, Tommy, your slut, I’m your slut, break me, break my pussy!”

Her thighs lock, whole body shaking, then she gushes. A violent squirt sprays down his cock, splashing his abs, running in messy rivulets to the cushion. The mirrors catch every drop, Ayla’s body jerking in trance-drunk release.

Jess’s jaw drops, hand flying between her legs. “Holy fuck, she’s spraying, look at that fountain, oh god yes.” She rubs furiously, eyes wide, hungry.

Tommy’s fingers curl in Ayla’s hair, tugging just enough to tilt her head back, his voice low and coaxing at her ear. “Mmm, that’s my pretty little fountain. Go on, baby… slide down and taste yourself. Show them how sweet you are.”

Her trance shatters open. She slides to all fours, tongue laving up his shaft, sloppy and desperate, moaning into the mess. Each lick smears her own squirt across her lips and chin. Jess whimpers, practically shaking as she watches. Katherine, gagged on cock, still manages to moan approval at the sight, eyes locked on Ayla debasing herself in the mirror.

After Ayla cleans Tommy’s cock, she lifts her trance-fogged eyes and sees Katherine still pinned between Jude and Jason, spit and cum shining, moans raw. Jude’s thick cock looks impossibly huge sliding in and out, and the sight pulls Ayla like a magnet. She crawls up onto the big platform bed, laying herself out beneath Katherine in a perfect mirror pose. Her lips meet Katherine’s clit, tongue pressing flat so she can taste every drip while Jude pounds down into her.

The angle is brutal and perfect: Ayla’s mouth right where Jude’s cock parts Katherine wide, tongue lapping the slick as it gushes around his shaft. Katherine’s body jolts, a strangled cry tearing from her throat. She rips her lips off Jason’s cock for a second, spit trailing, and dives down to Ayla’s pussy, lapping greedily.

The mirrored room catches it all: a knot of bodies, Ayla’s face smeared in pussy slick, Katherine’s tongue buried in her folds while still being spit-roasted.

Tommy edges closer, stroking himself, cock flushed and dripping. Katherine pulls off Jason with a wet gasp, leans forward to lick at Tommy’s tip, sloppy and eager, before grinning up at him. “Mmm… go on, baby. Get some of my pussy while she licks me clean.”

Jude finally pulls free, strings of cream stretching between his cock and Katherine’s swollen folds. Tommy steps in behind her, thick shaft in hand, lining up with her dripping slit. Katherine moans, dragging Jude’s messy cock to her lips, wrapping them hungrily around the fat head. Her voice is muffled as she groans, “Fuck, let me taste my pussy off your cock…”

Tommy sinks deep into Katherine, her dripping pussy swallowing him greedily. She gasps, hips bucking as his thick cock hammers in, each thrust slapping slick against her folds, coating his shaft in her cum and juices. Her knees tremble, pussy clenching and milking him with every hot, sloppy slide.

Katherine drags Jude’s massive, messy cock into her mouth, lips gliding over the fat, slick head, then rips back to Jason’s cock, sucking him hard while grinding down onto Tommy. Her voice is ragged, filthy, raw with need. “Fuck, yes… take me… all of you… your cocks feel so good… I’m gonna cum on you… coat your cock in my pussy, make me messy…”

Her orgasm explodes, shuddering through her pussy as she sprays thick, hot cum over Tommy’s cock. Ayla’s tongue dives in, lapping every drop, smearing Katherine’s slick back onto her pussy and his shaft, pushing the messy, filthy heat over the edge. Every slick strand, every squirt, every gasp is mirrored in the big glass walls, amplifying the erotic chaos.

Tommy pulls out, glistening and slicked with her

pussy and cum, and Jude drives in next, thick cock plunging deep into Katherine’s dripping slit. She lifts her lips to Jason again, sucking him hard, moaning and gasping, cunt clenching around Jude as he fucks her slow and deliberate, spreading her juices over his shaft. Her cries are guttural, messy, dripping with cum and lust, pussy quivering with each punishing thrust, the room pulsing with raw, filthy heat.

Jude’s monster cock drives deep, dragging a raw moan from Katherine’s throat as her greedy pussy quivers, stretched wide and gushing. The wet slap-slap-slap is relentless, slick drips down Jude’s shaft, glistening with Katherine’s creamy mess, balls slapping heavy against her spread folds.

Tommy is right there, stroking himself at the edge of the bed, his cock glistening too, not with spit this time but with Katherine’s own slick that drips off his shaft in shiny strings. Jason’s thick cock throbs next to him, the head flushed and shiny from being pushed against her lips. They’re watching, hungry, eyes locked on the way Ayla’s pinned under Katherine, nose buried in that wet, twitching clit while Jude’s monster cock hammers in overhead.

Ayla’s trance is deeper than ever, face already shining with pussy slick, eyes half-closed as she sucks every fresh gush that drips out around Jude’s shaft. The mirrors bounce the sight back: greedy goddess on all fours, Ayla flat on her back, her mouth right where the cock parts Katherine wide.

Jude pulls out, his slick cock dangling heavy and glistening, offering it to Ayla. She eagerly licks the taste, moaning softly as Jason slides a hand down, rubbing her clit with firm circles while sucking Jude’s tip. Ayla’s hips jerk, a low gasp slipping past her lips, fingers digging into the sheets as each stroke sends a fresh pulse of heat through her. Her moans mingle with the taste of Jude on her tongue, body trembling with the delicious chaos. After a moment, Jude shifts back, thrusting deep into Katherine again, her body rocking with the force.

Jess is kneeling beside the bed, fingers buried in her slick folds, voice filthy and sharp. “Look at our sweet slut, god, Ayla, you taste that? You taste her leaking down that fat cock?”

Ayla gasps, nose bumping Jude’s heavy balls, eyes fluttering. “Mmm, so good, all over me, so fucking messy.”

Katherine’s breath hits that guttural edge, ripping her mouth off Jason’s cock, spit trailing down her chin. She snarls over her shoulder, words broken. “Yes, yes, pound me, Tommy, Jason, get in line, share it, fuck this hole sloppy.”

Now it’s a cock carousel in motion. Jude pulls out with a wet slap, strings of creamy slick stretching as Tommy drives in behind her, thick cock plunging deep into Katherine’s dripping pussy. Her body jolts, ass rippling under each hard, punishing thrust. Ayla moans, tongue dragging greedily along the raw folds, tasting every slick slide as they stretch under Tommy’s hips.

“Fucking god, look at that, she’s drenched in it,” Jess hisses, grinding her clit with three fingers, low whimper tumbling from her lips. “Ayla, you little slut, keep licking it, lap that slit clean, fuck yes.”

Tommy groans, cock slams deep, balls shining with the same slick as they smack against Katherine’s folds, brushing Ayla’s chin every thrust. Katherine’s voice is savage. “Yes, yes, keep it up, ruin me, fuck it open, Tommy, show our girl what she’s gonna take next.”

Jason replaces him next, the fat head of his cock parts that messy hole again, sloppy squelches echoing in the mirrored room. Ayla’s moans hitch when Jason’s heavy balls bump her lips. She drags her tongue over them, lapping the slick right off.

Katherine’s moan shreds into a broken scream. “OH FUCK, look at it, Ayla, look at your goddess drowning in cock, yes, yes, yes, fuck YES.”

Jude comes in for the final pounding, that monster shaft splits her so wide that a fresh gush coats his base. Ayla’s mouth is right there, tongue flicking, nose pressed to the swollen clit as Jude pounds harder and harder.

The rhythm gets brutal, smack-smack-smack, then a guttural, messy thud-thud-thud as Katherine’s thighs quake. Jess screams when she squirts over her own hand, the wetness splattering her thigh.

Katherine’s orgasm hits like a lightning bolt, she shudders forward, spine arching as Jude’s cock drags her open. Her whole body trembles, voice shredded. “Fuck, fuck, I’m cumming, oh fuck, YES.”

Jude keeps pounding, his thrusts relentless, grunts deepening as he nears release, the sound raw and urgent in the mirrored room.

Ayla’s trance breaks for one beat, she lifts her sticky face, lips parted, eyes glazed with want. Noticing Jude’s grunts and the tension in his body, she realizes he’s about to cum and gasps, “Don’t you fucking waste that, paint me, cover me with it.” She springs up, kneels at the edge of the bed, and Tommy, already ready to explode, approaches her. Jude pulls out, stroking his monster shaft as Tommy grunts, ropes of cum splattering Ayla’s face first, streaking her nose, cheeks, and lips. Jude strokes his monster shaft, head swollen and slick, until heavy spurts coat her hairline, dripping down her throat. Jason’s cock throbs next to her cheek, thick ropes splashing over her jaw and collarbone.

Katherine collapses onto her back behind her, thick thighs still spread, pussy twitching and raw.

Ayla giggles, a tiny filthy sound, smearing it all around with her fingertips. She twists toward Katherine’s spent pussy, still gaping and glistening, and drags her cum-drenched face right into the folds.

The sloppy kiss of her lips on that raw slit echoes in the mirrored room, slurp, smack, slurp. Katherine props herself up on her elbows, looking down her sweaty body at Ayla’s messy face buried in her cunt.

“God, look at you,” Katherine breathes, voice cracked and honeyed filth. “Smear it in, baby, let this greedy pussy wear every drop.”

Ayla laughs, voice a dreamy moan. “Mmm, taste it all, your greedy cunt loves this mess, my mess, Tommy’s mess, everyone’s.”

She pushes her nose deep, tongue swirling through every drip until the slick squelch is the only sound under Katherine’s ragged moans. Jess’s voice cuts through, raw, a wicked purr. “Fuck, our perfect slut, drown in it, this is just the beginning.”

And the mirrors catch it: Ayla’s cum-dripping face buried in her goddess’s ruined pussy, three cocks glistening, twitching in the aftermath, and Katherine, back arched, mouth parted, riding the edge of another filthy wave.

The room is still humming, slick echoes fading into a low, sticky silence. Katherine’s sprawled on her back, hair fanned out on the mirror-polished bed, thighs trembling from aftershocks. Ayla stays kneeling between them, her face a glistening canvas of cum and pussy-slick, lips curved in that dazed, dreamy grin that says she’d do it all again right now if they told her to.

Jess, breathless and flushed, crawls up beside them, palms sticky from where she’d been knuckle-deep watching it all. She tugs Ayla close, presses a soft, filthy kiss to her cheek, smearing the mess even more.

“Look at you, baby,” Jess whispers against her ear, voice equal parts tease and praise. “Perfect little cum slut. Goddess’s favorite toy. I’m so fucking proud.”

Tommy sits back on his heels at the edge of the bed, his cock still half-hard, wet and gleaming in the mirror’s reflection. He watches Ayla’s shy eyes flutter to his, that sweet innocence flickering through the filth. He reaches out, strokes her cheek with his knuckles, smearing a stray line of cum across her jaw.

“You good?” His voice is low, warm, all that steady calm that makes him feel like the anchor to their madness.

Ayla nods, giggling as she wipes her mouth with the back of her hand. “Mmm… better than good. Can we do it again?”

Katherine lets out a breathless, wrecked laugh from where she’s draped back. Her hand slides lazily through Ayla’s messy hair, tugging her down for one final greedy kiss, tongues tangling, cum smearing warm between their lips.

Jess flops beside them, eyes glassy, voice a husky purr. “Just wait, baby girl. Summer’s coming. We’re just getting started.”

And in the mirrored walls, they catch a final glimpse of themselves, the goddess, the pack, the sweet messy slut kneeling between them, all reflections blurred together, raw, spent, and hungry for whatever comes next.

Chapter 29

Cuck by the pool

They’d been lazing around Katherine’s pool all afternoon, Ayla stretched out on a lounger in her tiny bikini, Jess dangling her feet in the water, Tommy sprawled back with a beer in hand, sunglasses low on his nose. Katherine sat on the edge, dipping her legs in, big sunhat shading her smirk as she watched her favorite troublemakers come alive again now that school was done.

Tommy cracked a grin, eyes locked on Jess’s lips. “You know, you haven’t sucked my cock in a while.”

Jess glanced up, cocky little smirk curling her mouth. “Oh? Big man feeling neglected?”

Ayla burst out laughing, that sweet, filthy giggle that made Katherine’s toes curl in the water. Katherine leaned back on her hands, eyes twinkling. “Well, Jess? You gonna fix that or make him beg?”

Jess dragged her fingers through the pool, then pushed herself up, dripping wet and looking like sin. She sauntered over, knelt between Tommy’s spread thighs, and palmed the bulge in his shorts. “Hmm, since you’re complaining.” She looked up through her lashes. “Pull it out.”

Tommy did, and Jess wasted no time. Her lips wrapped around him slow, tongue swirling, spit dripping down her knuckles. She moaned around his length, those filthy slurping sounds echoing under the hot sun. Ayla watched, breath catching as she squeezed her thighs together, giggling when Tommy tipped his head back with a soft, “Good girl.”

When Jess pulled off, wiping her mouth, Ayla’s grin turned wicked. “Hmmm, you know what I liked?” She leaned forward on her elbows, voice low and playful. “That Mirror Room. God, I wish I’d had someone to cuck while I was riding you.”

Katherine’s eyes glinted behind her sunglasses. “Oh, baby, that would be so hot.”

Jess popped her lips, leaning over Tommy’s thigh. “Practice on me. Pretend I’m the one you want to cuck.”

Ayla’s eyes went wide, then narrowed with that new, dirty confidence. “Okay. Fuck it, let’s go.”

Tommy was already hard, leaking and ready. Ayla straddled him right there in the lounger, her tiny bikini sliding to the side as she sank down on him slow, both of them gasping at the stretch.

Jess knelt on the deck beside them, brushing her wet hair back, her voice a perfect whimper. “Please baby, don’t, don’t do this, don’t fuck him.”

Ayla’s giggle turned filthy, a slutty laugh that made Katherine’s pussy throb. “Oh, fuck off, Marcus,” she sneered down at Jess. “I need a real cock tonight.”

Ayla rolled her hips, bouncing harder, tits jiggling in her tiny top. “Mm, that feels so fucking good. Watch me, Marcus. Watch what you’ll never get.”

Katherine burst out laughing, one hand sliding down to cup her own breast through the bikini. “Look at your sister-wife,” she purred at Jess. “Look at your pretty sister-wife taking that cock so good.”

Tommy’s hands locked on Ayla’s hips and slammed her down harder. She threw her head back, voice breaking into raw, wet moans. Jess whimpered at their side, playing the part like a pro, one hand slipping into her bikini bottoms even as she kept her eyes glued to them.

“Oh fuck, Tommy, yes, yes, fuck me while you watch,” Ayla gasped, bouncing hard, voice feral. “Oh, god, this cock feels so good, every inch.”

Jess groaned, squirming, persona fully locked in. “Oh no, baby, I, I can’t believe I’m watching this, I don’t want you to fuck him like this.” Her voice trembled with arousal, flushed, desperate, each slap of pussy against cock making her ache.

Ayla leaned forward, teeth grazing her lower lip, eyes dark with lust. “Oh, it’s so good, Marcus, if you’d fucked me good, I wouldn’t be fucking him right now.”

She twisted just enough to glance at Jess, teasingly low. “Watch me take it, hear me moan, smell me dripping, and do nothing. Pathetic, isn’t it?”

Jess whimpered, hand pressed to her chest, nails digging in. “Oh fuck, he’s splitting you, baby, oh no, I’m just watching, I can’t, I can’t touch.” Her voice was thick with lust and humiliation, every movement of Ayla driving her closer to losing control.

Ayla laughed low, grinding down, whispering hot and sharp, letting her lips brush Jess’s ear. “See? Every slick groove, every moan, every inch, all mine. You can watch, beg if you want, but all you get is this view.”

Jess gasped, biting her lip, shaking, chest heaving, completely trapped between shame and need. “Oh god, so good, don’t stop, don’t stop, I’m watching, I’m watching.”

Ayla arched over Tommy, hips snapping hard, voice wet and raw. “That’s right, look at me, hear him in my moans, feel every thrust, and Marcus, just know, even if you could, you’d never give me pleasure like this.”

Katherine leaned closer, eyes glued to the sloppy bounce of Ayla’s ass on Tommy’s lap. “God, that’s so hot,” she breathed. “Fuck him, baby. Break that cock.”

Ayla bounced harder, louder now, the wet smack of her pussy echoing over the pool water. Jess moaned, fingers pumping deep, her other hand grabbing Tommy’s thigh. “You gonna cum for him, god you’re going to cum for him?” she hisses.

Ayla’s giggle cracked into a raw, breathless moan. “Fuck yes, fuck, I’m gonna, mmm, yes, Tommy, fill my face.”

Tommy growled, hips jerking. Ayla popped off his cock at the last second, dropping to her knees in front of him. “Give it to me, every drop, I need it on me!” she panted, eyes blazing, tongue darting out. His cum painted her cheeks, her lips, thick and sticky in the summer sun. Ayla giggled, greedily smearing it with her fingers as Jess gasped, “Holy fuck, that’s filthy.”

Ayla’s still kneeling between Tommy’s spread thighs, cum dripping off her cheeks and lips, she drags her fingers through the mess with a soft giggle, smearing it across her chest. Katherine tips her sunglasses down, that devilish smirk curling slow.

“Mmm, gonna wipe that pretty face on my pussy again like you did last time?” Katherine purrs.

Ayla’s giggle turns into a sweet, filthy hum. “If you beg nice enough.”

Jess bursts out laughing, flicking pool water at Ayla’s sticky tits. “God, girl, you got fucked that night. I still can’t believe you just laid there and let them swap you around like that.”

Katherine blushes, but it’s that wicked flush that makes her look ten years younger. She presses her thighs together, voice low and gleeful. “I loved it. That constant switching, different cocks, stretched wide, Ayla licking me the whole time, fuck, it was so hot.”

Ayla bites her lip, wiping a fresh streak of cum down her chest. “We should do that more this summer.”

Jess nods, hair dripping down her back, eyes glinting. “Fuck yes, you’re so pretty when you take it like that, Katherine. Naughty goddess.”

Katherine’s laugh melts into a pleased little sigh, a queen with her loyal sluts. “We will,” she promises, voice warm and wicked. She tips her sunglasses up, flicks pool water off her fingers, and grins at all of them. “But first, tomorrow. There’s a big party down at the marina. We’re going. We need to celebrate you dirty little monsters finishing your exams. No excuses.”

Ayla giggles, licking her lips clean. “Fuck yes. I’ll drink to that.”

Tommy just leans back, his cock still twitching, watching his girls giggle like witches over their next wicked plan. He knows they’re gonna be trouble.

And he loves every filthy second of it.

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close to the end

I stared at the shack wonder way Sherry had asked me to come here. I looked down at the note in my hand as I walked slowly up to it not sure why the hair on my neck stood on end. I pushed opened the door and took a step in. She was lying on the cot in the corner and my breathing increased as I crept up to her and then I show her eyes. Her lifeless eyes staring at me, I ran to her dropping to my knees beside her and that was when I saw the cut across her neck. “You’re never be able to protect her from me bitch.”
I jerked up and felt the sweat dripping down my face as I looked around our room. I turned to find that Sherry wasn’t in bed with me and my fear increased until I saw the clock beside our bed. It was just after ten and she would be in school. I covered my face in my hands slowly trying to calm my mind “Another dream?”
I looked up into Ashley’s concerned eyes. It has been a week since I was released from the hospital after my latest attempt on my life. Mr. Clearwater or Ashley was staying with me while Sherry was in school. Not because they were worried I’ll try again but because of these dreams “How long?” I asked as I got out of bed grabbing my crutches “A little over an hour this time.”
The dreams came every time I closed my eyes. I was lucky to sleep more than two hours in between them. I made my way out back and pulled out my cigarettes and lit one as I let my mind clear itself of the haunting image of her “Same as the others?” Ashley asked and I looked over at her leaning against the frame of the door. I nodded and set down in a plastic lawn chair and stared at the clouds over head. “Have you told the Therapist about the dreams?”
“God how many times to I have to tell you guys, yes?” My voice was hard and I felt bad right after I said it and looked over at her. She shook her head knowing I was going to apologize. “It’s ok, I understand that it hard.” She walked over and laid a hand on my shoulder. “You know we are here for you if you want to talk about them.” I kept the dreams from them for two reasons. One it was hard for me to talk about them and two because I didn’t want to give them those images.
“I found a note from Sherry tell me to meet her at the shack I hide at when I need to get away from Mike.” Ashley’s brows rose as I started speaking but she didn’t say anything. “When I walked in I found her with her throat slit and her eyes staring at me accusing, like I had failure her. Then I heard his voice saying I could never protect her.” I buried my face into my hands as the dream played again in my head.
“Every time I close my eyes I see her dead.” I looked at her and tears slowly slid down my face. “He broke something in me when he called me. I feel in it growing inside of me, the fear that I can’t keep her safe. I hate that she away from when she at school because I don’t know if she safe or not.” Ashley kneeled down in front of me grabbing my hands. “Becky you cannot do this to yourself. By letting yourself have these fears he wins and we both don’t want him to win again.” She turned my hands over until I saw the scars down my wrist.
I jerked my hands from hers “How the hell do I do that when I see her dead every time I close my damn eyes. You seat there and say that like it a switch I can just flip off. He put that in me by using the one people that I care about the most. How can I not feel this, I can’t just close my mind to those fears after every dream.”
I threw my cigarette down and got up and turned only to find her standing there. Her face was ghostly white and I could see the fear and worry in her eyes. She had seen what the beast was capable of and she had looked that beast in the eyes alone, something I would never wish on her. I couldn’t look at her anymore and walked into the house. She tried to grabbed my arm but I pulled free “Becky.” I didn’t stop until I was in our room and had the door closed.
I laid down with my face in the pillows. Mike has done so many things to me. He beat and raped me hundreds of times, took my ability to have kids, put me in crutches for the rest of my life. Why, why after all that did he have to take her from me like this? Yes she was here but just looking at her made me see those dream again.
“Why won’t she look at me for more than a minute? The only time I am close to her is when we are asleep and even then I feel the distance.” I heard the tears in Sherry’s voice and felt worse that I was hurting her like I was. “She found a way to handle her feeling and fear when Mike was hurt her, but her fear of losing you is driving her crazy. She doesn’t sleep because of those dreams and when you are away she can’t stop herself from worrying. She loves you and all she wants is to keep you safe, but she doesn’t want you to stop living your life just to make sure of that. It doesn’t make since but fear never does.” It was quit after that and I laid there feel both stupid and scared.
I must have fallen asleep again because I jerk awake again from another dream. I rolled over and found her sitting on the bed beside me. “I’m sorry” I said as I pushed up against the headboard. “I don’t mean to hurt you like I am.” She reached over and cupped my cheek and I leaned into her touch. I felt my emotions calm. I grabbed her hand and pulled until I had her in my arms. I ran my hand lightly over her cheek and looked into her eyes for a moment then kissed her.
I pulled back feeling both ashamed and sad that I had forgot what it felt like to kiss her. The love her lips held for me. I kissed her again more passionate this time and I felt the fire burst inside me that I hadn’t felt since the last time we had been like this. I rolled until I was on top of her and I felt her hand on my back. I pulled back slightly and looked deep into her eyes. “I love you.” Then my lips were against her harder than ever. She returned it and I ran my hand down until I had her shirt and pushed it up and she leaned towards me to let it ride up her back. We broke the kiss when I got the shirt to her neck and pulled it off throwing it on the floor. I barely noticed that she didn’t have a bra on when she pushed me back and her lips sealed against mine. This too was unlike any of our kisses because they were shorts but fierce full of desire and love.
Her hand pulled off my shirt and it joined hers on the floor and she returned to those kisses. I had never felt so much from her and I then she started working those kiss down my neck until I groaned as she latched on to my right nipple. As she sucked and licked my nipple the fire in me growing and I grabbed her face pulling back to my lips again then I worked my way to her right nipple. Her hand worked its way up my side until she grabbed my breast and squeezed causing me to moan on her nipple and she moaned as well.
I pushed her back until I was again on top of her switching to her other nipple and felt how hard it was as I took it into my mouth. Her moans grew louder and her hand trailed up my back. Her nails dug in to my flesh and I groaned biting down on her nipple and swirled my tongue hard against it. Shivers ran down my back following her hand until it grabbed my ass. Then her hands grabbed the seams of my shorts pushing then down over my panties and down my legs until she used her foot to push them off and her hands returned to my ass and she squeezed and I pulled back moaning. I pushed back and took of her pants and I grabbed her ass pulling her again to my lips and we kneeled on the bed.
I pushed against her shoulder sending her back to the bed and kissed my way from her lips down her breast to her stomach. I kissed her belly button will I worked her panties down and then I move down kissing until I heard her moan again as I kiss her clit then lick her very wet lips. I sucked her clit in my mouth and ran my fingers up her leg until the meet the moister of her pussy and I slowly pushed my finger into her. She grabbed my hair as I did pushing me harder against her clit as my knuckle pressed again her lips. While I suck her clit I worked my finger in and out of her slowly picking up speed until I pushed a second then a third.
Her moans got louder and her breathing got harder and I know she was close and when I felt her hand pushing harder on my head I pulled my finger out and cover her lips with my mouth and ran my tongue from the bottom of her lips to her clit and she explode squirting her cum into my mouth. She was completely lost to her orgasm as I continued sucking her lips pull every drop of her cum into my mouth. I pulled back and her eyes were closed and her chest was raising and falling hard.
Then her eyes snapped open and she shove me over until I was on my back and she moved between my legs yanking off my panties. She sucked on my clit and push a finger in me like I had her and I moaned and felt her moving in and out of me. I grabbed the bed as my mind became consumed by the fire and her mouth and finger. I lost all senses of her as the fire built and I soon started begging for the release of an orgasm as I trashed my head from side to side and then it was like a dam burst and I flooded her mouth with my cum.
She pulled back from my very, very sensitive pussy and kissed me before rolling to her side beside me. I couldn’t speak as my breathing was so hard. Slowly I become more aware of my surroundings and I laughed lightly. “Damn” one word but it had so much mean behind it. “I know” she said and I turned my head and looked at her and she was watching me. “Where the hell did that come?” She asked and again I laughed. “Me, how about you?” we laid there held each other for awhile after that until Mr. Clearwater got home.
I was sitting in the living room the next morning while Ashley was in the kitchen looking online for things to increase our sex life to feel more like yesterday. I just thinking about it again cause me to moan “You ok?” I nodded and looked up at Ashley, she had on her coat and hand me mind. I shut down the computer and got up. I had another appointment with my Therapist in an hour.
The Therapist sat there watching me as I told him about my latest dreams. He never said much but I think just talking about this was helping me. After my appointment Ashley dropped me off at the curve. I had just got into the house when I heard a noise from down the hall and I went to find out what it was. Part of me was nervous that Mike had got into the house but my more rational side of my brain didn’t see that as possible.
Mr. Clearwater door was cracked and I made my way quietly up to it and looked in. I froze when I saw Sherry bouncing up and down on Mr. Clearwater. For a second my mind flashed back to Mike but then Sherry body took my focus and I watched her. As I watched them I felt moister between my legs and my hand moved there without me knowing. I show how he caressed her and moved with care to make sure she was enjoying it. I had never until that moment every seen a man make love and it excited me. With Mike it was his pleasure and he release never mine, but Mr. Clearwater was focus on her until she cum then he focused on himself. When they were finish she rolled off.
She laid beside him and I just stood there as he rolled and lightly ran his finger up and down her like I had a few times. “You didn’t seem to enjoy that like before.” she smiled “No I did it just after yesterday with Becky I felt so much more than ever. I had never seen her like that dad she was almost animal like. She was free and wild and it was oh so good.” He smiled and kissed her. “She slowly moving away from the past and looking towards the future. She understands things that we can never imagine and now her sexual drive is awaking within her.”
When they went to get up I moved quietly until I was sit in the living room and open my laptop. They were a little shocked at finding me sit there and Mr. Clearwater left for work shortly after that and Sherry sat down beside me. “How long have you been home?” I could hear the worry in her voice and smiled at her. “Long enough to finally know the different between have sex with man and making love with a man.” She looked away “I’m sorry I didn’t want you to see that.”
“Why” I asked and she looked back. “Because I didn’t know how you would feel about seeing that.” I looked at her and laugh. “It not like I have never seen anything like that, well no I haven’t. I can see why you like. It made me wonder a little what it would be like to know that kind of love.” I was staring off in to space and felt her hand on mine. “I mean with you I know that but not with a man.”
“Maybe you should asked dad if you two can try it.” I shook my head “No I sure if he would I’ll be afraid memories would came back and I would freak too much, so no.” We sat there quietly for a moment and then she said something that got me thinking. “Why is it you can have sex with me then?” I thought about it for a moment. “It has nothing to do with you being a girl I know that but I feel safe and love with you. You never pushed me further or tried to make me do something. I guess it because it’s you.” She thought about that then looked at me. “What if I was there with you while you were with him?
“I don’t know” she cupped my face and kissed me. “Dad is always going to part of my sex life and you will be too, but to bring both those worlds together would be great so just think about it for awhile.” I looked at her “What’s it like with him?” She thought about that for a moment “it’s like with you, even though he a man I feel the same things with him just not as strong as I do with you. I love dad but I’m in love with you. I can see in your eyes that you are excited by the thought but are scared it will be like Mike and I can promise you that it won’t be. Because of one small fact and do you know what that is?” I shook my head. “If you say stop he will.”
I stared into her eyes and I thought about what she was saying then before I even know what I was saying I asked her “Would he even want me like that?” She smiled “We can ask and find out.” I looked down and thought about this. “I’m still not sure about this what if I not good for him.” She turned my face towards her “are you afraid that you are a bad lover because I know you not. He going into the office for something and will be back in an hour for dinner. I ask him then.” I nodded and then we walked TV.
Like she said an hour after he had left Mr. Clearwater came home and walked into the kitchen. Sherry hopped up and I tried to grab her hand to stop her but she smile. “Dad, can I ask you something?” I sat there almost holding my breath. “You know you can ask me anything.” I hear a pot land on the stove. “Would you ever be with Becky like you are with me?”
“I never thought about why.” I heard her take a breath. “Just wonder really, she never knew what it feels to make love to anyone but me and I thought if she ever wanted to know what it like you would be the best choice.” It was quiet for a moment and I was starting to wonder what was happening. “Hey while I won’t deny that she really beautiful and I have felt attracted to her but I don’t think she is or may ever want that. Honey I don’t know if you ever told you what Mike did to her but she did tell me when I first meet her and some of the things he did to her was really bad.”
“She saw us together early.” I jump as I heard the pan fall to the floor. “I was a little worried she may have I was…” Her voice cut him off. “She said she now understands the different between having sex with a man and making love with a man. She said it got her wonder what it was like. I said maybe she should ask you but she didn’t think she could handle it but I ask what I was there with her.”
“I could tell that it excited her but she had some fears one that lessen when I told her that if she said stop you would.” It again went quiet and I was nervous. “What was her other fears?” His voice was heavy and it took me a moment to realize that he was aroused. “That you wouldn’t want her like that and two that she wouldn’t be good enough for you.” There wasn’t a sound in the house other that and I was barely breathing as I wait to hear what he would say. What I had not expected was for them to come back into the living room. I lowered my eyes as he sat on the coffee table in front of me.
Not happened for a few moment then he reached out and lift my chin until I was looking him in the eyes. Slowly he leaned over and his lips touched mine and I jerk but he waited for a second then pressed them against mine again. At first I didn’t then slowly I started kissing him back. It was a simply kiss not more. When he pulled back he stared into my eyes. I know he could tell I was nervous and I was slightly scared and he smiled which I returned. Then again his lips pressed against mine and he moved until he was sitting next to me. Again he pulled back and stared into my eyes. His arm wrapped around me and he pulled me to him and his lips sealed against mine only this wasn’t like before this was like how Sherry and I kissed. I felt his mouth open and I did as well and felt as his tongue moved into my mouth.
I was sure how long we sat there kissing but when he finally pulled back I was shock that I had my arms under his shoulder holding him to me as he held me to him. “Are you sure this is what you want?” He said as he let me go and we set back. I thought about it and he asked another question. “How do you feel about us being together like that.” I looked up at him “nervous and a little scared.” He asked why and I again took a moment to think. “I’m not sure what to expect or what will happen.”
“Because you are afraid it will be like with Mike or something else?” I shrugged. “I saw how you treated Sherry so it not that I think it going to be like with Mike. I scared because I want to know and I also scared of freaking out if a memory was to surface.” I lowered my eyes “or are you scared that you may like it more then when and you and sherry are together.” I again shrugged not sure how to answer. “I’m willing to be with you like that so you can feel the difference and if you like it and want it again then we can but I know deep down that you are in love with my daughter and this won’t change that. If you want to you can come to my room tonight and sherry can come to but I will only be with you.” I looked up at him. He was giving me the choice to think about it. I nodded and he went back to the kitchen.
After dinner I went outside and stared up at the sky as I got me a cigarette. I did want to know what it felt like with him but was I ready for that. I jump a little when I felt a hand on my back and turned and watch Sherry take a seat beside me. “You been quiet with me and I want to know if you are mad or not. I know you were wonder what it was like but you never did say for sure if you want me to ask him.” I shook my head and kiss her. “Just wonder if I am ready to know or not.” I said as I turned back toward the sky.
“I talked with dad about it and he want me to tell you that if you’re worried about what might happen between you to tell you that it just going to be intercourse no oral or anything other like that.” I nodded
I was lying on the bed still wondering if I was ready with Sherry lying beside me. I heard Mr. Clearwater enter his room and turned looking at the wall that separated us from him. “You know you don’t have to if you not ready.” I looked at her and nodded “but I feel that I am.” She smiled and set up. “Do you want to be with him.” I hesitated only a second before nodding. She pulled my sports bra and short off then my panties. She kissed me and I set up and again looked at the wall. “Are you sure?” I nodded and she walked me to his door.
I could see that his lights where on she opened it and led me in. He was sitting on his bed with the cover pulled up to his bare chest. He smiled at me and watched as I walked over to his bed. “Are you sure about this Becky?” I again nodded and he pulled me to him on the bed and hugged me. “If you want to stop at any time say so and don’t hold it in. if you feel that it need to stop tell me.” I nodded and he laid me on back beside him and reached over and pulled out a condom from his drawer and I laughed. “That not need, I can’t get pregnant and I just had an STD test so I am clean.” He nodded and replaced it back in the drawer.
I looked down at the feet of the bed and looked into Sherry eyes. Then turned my eyes to his as Mr. Clearwater rolled over on top of me. I closed my eyes for a moment then opened them again and found him smile at me. I returned “ready.” He nodded and I felt him against my crotch. I took a breath and felt as he pushed in me and I grunted in pain. “You ok.” I nodded “You’re big then him.” I laughed and he did to as I felt his hips smash mine.
He pulled back and I watch as he smiled again and I felt him push back. He speed picked up and I was slowly moaning and I was shock at how fast I started like what I felt. Before long I was moving my hip to meet his stroke and my moans increased. I wrapped my arms around his shoulder and his hands moved up my side. It was long before I cry out as an orgasm rid my body motionless and I felt him picking up speed until I felt his cock swell and he flood my insides with his cum and it triggered another orgasm in me.
He pulled off of me and laid back beside me. Than I woke in the morning having must have fallen asleep after it had happen. I was still in his room naked and I found some of my clothes on the bed along with my crutches. I got dress and walked into the kitchen and found a note on the bar.
Becky
You fall asleep after it happen and I didn’t want to wake you. I hope it wasn’t too hard but I think you did enjoy yourself a little and I glad I could help. If you ever want to do it again I would like to a well. It was next not to use a condom and I hope you don’t mind me saying that. We all sleep in the same bed and you didn’t have a nightmare well we were asleep. See you when I get home later.
Mr. Clearwater
I smiled as I laid the not down. I wouldn’t mind feel like that again but I still want to be with sherry and make love to her. I wasn’t upset about not having kids anymore either and I felt relaxed for the first time in a long time.

To be continued

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Uh huh,” I managed.

‘

“Can you come out honey?”

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

She waited a minute then said

“Come out now please.”

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

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

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

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

“Um Francine?” I gasped

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

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

“No.”

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

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

Her urgency was overpowering; I nodded and waited.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

.”Well?” she asked unnecessarily.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I was desperate and my voice quavered..

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

And nothing else mattered.

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

.’Know what?” she teased.

“No what?”

“I really do love you.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

.Finally though Francine and I were on our own.

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

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

I went all clingy on her.

“Yes please,” I said timidly.

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

She held me confidently and smiled for me.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah babe?”

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

That puzzled look came over her face.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“So equal but different?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Who’s slut are you?” she asked

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

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

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

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

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

“As if I didn’t,” is all I thought.

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

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

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

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

She didn’t look convinced.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Were you really? Do I snore?”

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

My cell rang it was Mom.

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

“Oh, um yeah-“

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

“Yes Mom, thanks, no I’m fine I-“

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

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

“You what Hon?”

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

Fran looked over at me and smiled.

.”I thought you loved Gerald Hon?”

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

“She?”

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

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

“No; not yet Mom.”

“Oh,OK hon”

“Mom?”

“Yes Hon?”

“Are you happy for me?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She had heard me, I didn’t care.

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

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

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

“OK,” it was very breathy.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Fran walked over to the door and opened it.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

.’Kiss your daughter Lilly,” Fran commanded

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I loved it.”

“When I gave your mother such a spanking?”

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

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

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

“And Lilly?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

‘So do I,” I told her.

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

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

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

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

“Turn”

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

“You like?” I asked.

“I love,” she replied.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Lilly, kiss me please.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She grinned, “I thought you might.”

THE END

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

PART ONE

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“She found it, bet she did.”

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

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

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

There was a pause then Melissa’s voice.

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

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

“Oh my God.”

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

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

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

“Mom,” she heard Amy call.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And then they were on their own.

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

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

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

“I love you.”

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

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

“It’s just us really, isn’t it?”

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

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

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

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

“Do you,” Claire finally managed to ask.

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

“Yeah.”

“Me too.”

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

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

“Yeah; dreadful.”

“I don’t want to lead you astray.”

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

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

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

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

“Did Dad ever use these?”

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

She smiled at her daughter’s puzzled look.

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

She pulled a face and Amy grinned back at her.

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

Amy thought for a while taking it all in.

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

“Silly Bitch.”

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

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

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

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

“Yeah.”

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

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

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

Claire grinned back at her.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah.”

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

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

Amy smiled but Clair had more to say.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Meredith here Carpet Muncher,” she got back

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

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

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

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

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

Part Two

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

‘She uses to stand on- Melissa.”

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

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

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

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

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

“What?”

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

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

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

They all said their good byes and hung up.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Claire looked at her and waited.

“I can sell it.”

“And move in with me in my place?”

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

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

“Have a look at this.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

My Girlfriend’s Rival Ch. 3

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What?” Jennifer half moaned.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I won’t,” I promised.

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