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CHAPTER 7

Lisa drove the “well” dressed teacher out of her neighborhood. She had decided that it would be necessary to travel across town to a mall about 40 miles from home to insure the no one would recognize the teacher. When they arrived and had parked the car Mary was reminded that she was to follow 2 paces behind and speak only when given permission.

As Mary began moving across the parking lot she realized just how exposed she was. The skirt barely covered her bare thighs above her stockings and her breasts moved freely under the short crop top. The heels made her ass sway invitingly. She wanted to go back to the car and hide herself but she knew she couldn’t do that. With the new pictures that Lisa had she was hers for as long as she wanted her.

The first stop was at the Victoria’s Secret store. Lisa picked out a red leotard one size too small, two pair of black spandex shorts, again one size too small and several camisoles in various colors. Lisa lead Mary to the changing room and instructed her, “Try on each article and come out to show me how it looks.”

Mary moved into the changing room and removed her clothing. She put on the leotard which was clearly too tight and rode up into her ass crack and hugged her bare pussy. She struggled into the too tight spandex and opened the door expecting to see Lisa. But Lisa was no where to be seen. Cautiously she move to the door of the changing area and saw Lisa across the store looking at bras. She waited for Lisa to see her thinking she would come over and look at the outfit. When Lisa spotted her she waved for her to come to her. Red faced Mary walked across the store in the too tight exercise outfit. When she got to Lisa she was ordered to turn and show the sales girl how she looked. “That looks a little uncomfortable,” said the clerk.

“She like it that way don’t you Mrs. C.?”

The humiliated teacher answered “Yes Ms. Simon.”

“Good. Go put you stockings and skirt on and try on the camisoles.”

The red faced teacher turned and hurried back to the safety of the changing area. She again dressed in the garter belt, stockings skirt and heels. She put on a black camisoles which covered her better the top she had worn into the store. She was again forced to prance on her heels across the store and model for Lisa and the sales girl. “Now that fits well,” commented the salesgirl.

“Get a smaller size and try it on Mrs. C.”

Mary got a smaller size and after trying it on and modeling for Lisa and the sales girl she was told to get one of each color in the smaller size.

When Mary had changed back into her short crop top she came out of the changing area and went to Lisa in the bra department.

“What size do you wear Mrs. C.?”

“35c Ms. Simon” whispered the embarrassed teacher in front of the sales girl.

“We’ll take this one,” said Lisa handing Mary a 34b bra. Then Lisa moved across the store to corsets and girdles. “Do you have those measurements Mrs. C.?”

Yes Ms. Simon she answered handing her the paper from her purse. “Chest, 35; Waist, 23; Hips, 33”. Looking though the corsets she found one size 21″ waist. Then she found a body shaper with measurement 34b, 21, 31. “Get these too.” Lisa also handed her teacher several garter belts in various colors and several different colors of stockings.

Mary took all her purchases to the check out and a different sales clerk began to ring up her purchases. “Oh I think this is the wrong size Maam. It looks too small for you.” she said as she was ringing the body shaper.

“She likes them tight,” answered Lisa for the bewildered teacher. She had never spent this much money shopping for herself in her life and she knew they were just beginning.

The next stop was a store which was very popular with teenage girls. Lisa forced Mary to try on and model for her and a young salesgirl several skirts, blouses, dresses and sweaters. She spent over $400.00 on clothing which was respectable for a teenage girl but slightly out of place for a middle aged school teacher.

“This will all go along with your new ‘younger’ image Mrs. C.”

Mary knew she would feel ridiculous wearing these clothes to school but at least she wouldn’t get fired for wearing them.

Mary was now loaded down with packages as they moved down the mall. As they passed the food court Lisa decided she was hungry. She sat down and ordered Mrs. C. to get her a chicken sandwich and fries with a coke.

Mary got the food for Lisa and was ordered to stand next to her holding all the packages while Lisa enjoyed her lunch and her teachers humiliation. “If you want something go get it,” said Lisa, “But remember you need to ‘dip it’ before eating it.”

Of course Mary wasn’t hungry. Why was her pussy wet?

After Lisa finished and Mary had cleared the table they moved to a trendy shoe store. Mary was told to sit and now her short skirt became a real problem. The young man who came-up to wait on her asked “May I help you?” as he looked at her long exposed legs.

“She would like to see all the 5″ heels with ankle straps that you have to start.” said Lisa speaking for the humiliated teacher.

“Size?”

“What size Mrs. C.?”

“7 1/2b”

“Get size 7 and 7 1/2 a and b, ” directed Lisa.

The young man hurried off and returned shortly with an arm full on boxes. Kneeling before the teacher he began to help her try on the shoes. It was impossible for Mary to keep her knees together as he tried on pair after pair of heels. She was forced to prance on the high heels around the store. The shoes were mostly either too tight or too short. After trying on over 10 pairs of shoes with 5″ heels and several pair with 3″ and 4″ heels Mary’s face was quite red. Much to her humiliation her pussy was literally dripping.

“Do you have any with higher heels?” ask Lisa.

The salesman was only too happy to check. His cock was quite visible under his pants. “Did you see what you are doing to that poor man Mrs. C?”

Mary wanted to cry , “Yes Ms. Simon.”

“Bet you would love to suck on that wouldn’t you Mrs. C.?”

“No Ms. Simon”

“But you said you love to suck cock didn’t you?”

“Yes. Ms. Simon.”

“Well maybe I can work a deal with him to save you some money.”

“Please don’t Ms. Simon.”

Lisa laughed, “We’ll see.”

The man returned. “We have one style of 6″ black heels with ankle straps in her size.” said the salesman to Lisa ignoring the frightened teacher.

“Let’s try them.”

The excited salesman knelt down and put the heels on Mary. He made a point on moving her foot around in such a way the caused her to spread her legs giving him a clear view of her bald pussy.

“Walk for us Mrs. C.”, ordered Lisa.

Mary rose from her chair and struggled to walk in the higher heels. “Mrs. C. it looks like you sat
in something.” asked Lisa innocently pointing to the wet spot on Mary’s skirt and the chair. The horrified teacher wanted to die. Her faced was beet red and her legs began to shake. “Could you get us something to clean-up?” Lisa asked the salesman. As he hurried off Lisa whispered to Mary, “Don’t you cry.”

He returned and handed the towel to Lisa. “Why don’t you help her out?”

The salesman was only too happy to help and began patting the wet spot on Mary’s skirt with the towel. He of course took this opportunity to feel up the humiliated teacher.

Once the salesman finished Lisa decided on the 6″ heels, 3 pair of 5″, 3 pair of 4″ and 2 pair of 3″ heels. The total charge on her credit card was $780.00.

Now Mary was really staggered with the packages and her skirt rode up her legs as she walked and the wet spot was clearly visible. Her crop top was pulled up exposing more breast than before as they walked to the car.

“One more stop before dinner Mrs. C.” said Lisa pulling out of the mall parking lot. They drove down the road and pulled into and adult book store and novelty shop. “Here is a list Mrs. C. Get everything on the list and be sure to ask for assistance from the salesperson. I don’t want any mistakes.”

Mary slowly got out of the car, She was reading the list: 3 butt plugs in different sizes, 1 large black dildo, one set of nipple clamps with chain, 1 pair of wrist cuffs, 1 pair of ankle cuffs, 1 cock gag, 1 ball gag, 1 leather paddle, 1 pair on benwa balls, 1 tube of lubricant and 1 cat. She had no idea what some of these were. She looked around the parking lot and there were 3 other cars.

“Hurry up Mrs. C..”

Mary opened the door and immediately became the center of attention for the 3 guys inside. She thought it best to ask for help and get out as fast as possible. She noticed the smell and was glad it smelled so the they wouldn’t smell her dripping pussy. “I need to buy these things,” said Mary handing the list to the salesman.

He looked over the list and smiled, “These things for you?”

“Yes.” whispered Mary.

“What are you going to do with all these things?”

“I was ordered to get them.”

“By Who? Your husband”

Mary didn’t know what to say. “a friend”, she finally said.

He moved around the counter an put has arm around Mary and lead her to a display of sex toys on the wall. He began handing her the items on the list. Taking every opportunity to touch her in the most embarrassing ways. After what seemed an eternity she had paid the bill again several hundred dollars on her charge and was moving out of the store.

“Come back soon sweety” called the salesman as his customers watched appreciatively.

Mary put the items in the back seat and Lisa ordered, “Get the small butt plug and lubricant and put them in your purse.”

Mary did as she was ordered.

“Dinner time,” said Lisa. “I’ll bet your hungry”

Mary realized she was very hungry.

“We are eating Italian.” said Lisa as she pulled into a popular Italian restaurant. “I will do the
ordering,” said Lisa.

“Yes Ms. Simon”

They were seated at a back table. Lisa ordered a meal for herself and a salad without dressing and bread sticks for Mary.

As soon as Lisa had ordered Mary knew what was coming but she was not prepared for Lisa next order.

“Go to the restroom and put some lubricant on the butt plug and put it in your ass. Be sure to get it all the way in so it doesn’t fall out.”

Mary slowly stood and picked up her purse carrying the plug and lubricant.

“Leave the purse here Mrs. C.”

“But…..”

“Take out what you need and leave the purse here.”

Mary took the lubricant and plug out of the purse and doing the best she could to hide what she was carrying she hurried to the restroom. Once there she quickly entered a stall and began to think about her situation. Here she was a respected teacher sitting in a restroom dressed like a whore. Several hundred dollars poorer and about to shove an enormous plug into her virgin asshole. She began to sob uncontrollably.

CHAPTER 8

The sobbing teacher was startled back to reality by the sound of voices as two ladies entered the restroom. She looked at the plug in her hand and thought, ‘This will never fit inside me’. She opened the tube of lubricant and applied it gingerly to the plug. Then she reached back and put some lubricant on her ass hole. She attempted to slide her finger inside to get some gel inside. She wanted to wait until no one was in the restroom to try and insert the plug but it seemed as one left someone else came in and she knew she had already been gone much too long.

Reaching back she placed the tip of the plug on her ass hole and began to push. ‘I knew it was too big’ she thought. She pushed harder and the tip began to spread the tight ring. Once it started with constant pressure it moved into her ass. The pain was not as much as she had feared but it felt so uncomfortable. Suddenly the widest part slipped past the tight ring and the plug was locked into place. She stood and the feeling of the plug in her was very very uncomfortable. She straightened her skirt ,what little there was of it, and opened the stall door. She washed her hands and fixed her make-up as best she could since she had not been permitted to bring her purse with her and walked back to the table carrying the tube of lubricant.
Each step reminded her that her ass was filled with what felt like a 2 x 4.

“You were gone a long time. Have any problems filling that virgin ass hole Mrs. C.”

Red faced Mary replied, ” I’m sorry it took so long Ms. Simon.”

“Your salad and bread sticks are here. I want you to place a bread stick in your dipping hole and leave it there until I tell you to remove it.” ordered Lisa.

The horrified teacher picked up a bread stick and carefully reached under the table to push it into her pussy which was to her further embarrassment very wet, as it always seemed to be anymore.

“Be sure it doesn’t fall out on the floor Mrs. C. Now eat your salad with your fingers. Pets don’t use silverware.”

“But….”

“But what Mrs. C. Be thankful I’m allowing you to sit and that I didn’t ordered you spaghetti.”

Mary began to pick at her salad. The waitress brought Lisa meal and Mary continued to eat her salad with her fingers.

“Take out your bread stick Mrs. C. and put another in its place.”

Mary did as she was ordered. She tried very hard to be unnoticed.

“Now eat your bread stick with your salad.”

Mary did what her student had ordered her to do without question, she was beginning to get used to the taste of her pussy. and The meal continued with Mary eating 3 bread sticks and all of her salad.

Lisa ordered each of them each a chocolate sundae for dessert. “I got this for you because you complained about the salad Mrs. C.”

“I’m sorry Ms. Simon. May I please use a spoon for my sundae?”

“You may not, now hurry and finish I’m anxious to get home.”

The embarrassed teacher dipped her fingers into the sundae and began to eat her dessert. Several people noticed and she could see their stares as she ate the sundae with her fingers.

“Lick your fingers clean Mrs. C. we have to go now.”

Mary licked her fingers clean and paid the bill leaving a nice tip as Lisa had ordered. When she waddled out to the car with the plug tightly in her ass she found Lisa looking through the bags from the adult store. She stood by the door and waited for permission to get into the car.

Lisa found what she was looking for, the nipple clamps, and turned to her teacher and said “lift your top”.

“Please Ms. Simon let me get in the car first.”

“Lift it right this second or I will take it off of you for the rest of the night.”

Turning her back to the restaurant Mary lifted her short top revealing her breasts to the world with her hard nipples pointing at Lisa.

Lisa placed the first clamp on Mary’s right nipple and slid the catch up until it was firmly attached to her teacher’s nipple. Mary bit her lip to keep from crying out and drawing attention to her bare chest. Then Lisa did the same to the left breast. “Pull your top down Mrs. C. and get into the car and put on your collar.”

Mary pulled down her top which did not hide the chain connecting the clamps and climbed into the car. Her nipples were throbbing and the material of her top rubbing then did not allow her to ignore the pain.

Lisa drove down the road about a mile and pulled into a convenience store. “Go in and buy me a pack of gum Mrs. C.”

Mary didn’t know what to do. Her clamped nipples were clearly visible through her ultra short top and the chain connecting them would surely draw attention to them. She knew she was walking funny from the plug in her ass. But she also knew it would only be worst to refused. Slowly she opened the car door and as gracefully as possible she walked into the store. There were three boys in the store and the clerk Thankfully there was no one she recognized. One of the boys glanced her way and saw her and immediately called to his buddies.”Hey guys check this out.”

All three were now staring at her and the clerk was also looking at her. One of the boys walked up to her as she was buying the gum and asked, “Do those hurt?” pointing at the clamps visible through her shirt. She ignored him and started back to the car just as Lisa came in.

“I saw you boys talking to my pet here. What did you want?”

“I asked her if those hurt and she ignored me.”

“Why that was rude Mrs. C. Apologize to the gentleman.”

“I’m sorry” said Mary with her eyes to the floor.

“Tell the gentleman, Do they hurt?”

“Yes they do hurt very much,”replied Mary.

“Show them what they look like Mrs. C. Lift your top for them.”

The horrified teacher turned to the boys and lifted her top so they could see her breasts. She wanted to crawl under the floor and disappear. Never had she been so embarrassed in her entire life.

“Give a gentle tug on the chain to see how tight they really are,” suggested Lisa.

One of the boys reached out and pulled the chain connecting the nipple clamps. Mary moaned in pain as her nipples burned.

“Not too hard boys. Would want to damage the merchandise. Maybe you should kiss them and make them feel better.”

“No..” cried Mary.

“What did you say.”

Realizing her error Mary answered, “Nothing Ms. Simon.”

“Good now ask these boys to kiss your nipples to make them feel better.”

The humiliated teacher said, “Please kiss my nipples.” as she began to sob.

Each boy took a turn kissing and sucking and in one case biting her trapped nipples. Mary just stood there as her breasts were mauled and suckled in the public place. Thankfully no one else came in.

“Thank the gentleman and lets go Mrs. C.”

The thoroughly humiliated teacher said, “Thank you” and ran from the store pulling her top down as she went through the door.

The remainder of the ride home was uneventful with Mary huddling and sobbing in the corner. When they got home Lisa ordered Mary to bring everything up to the bedroom and put all the clothes and shoes away except for the 6″ heels. She also ordered her to lay all the toys out on the bed.

CHAPTER 9

Mary struggled to carry all of the packages upstairs on her aching feet. After the second trip everything was in the bedroom and Mary began putting all of the new clothing away. She placed the “toys” on the bed with the 6″ heels as Lisa had requested. When everything was done as ordered she wanted to sit and rest her feet but she remember what happened the last time she sat without permission. Her plugged ass was now just uncomfortable as she adjusted to the invasion but her nipples were aching and irritated from the clamps and rubbing on the material of her short top.

Suddenly she heard Lisa coming up the steps.

“Take off you skirt and top Mrs. C. I’ll be in in a minute,” called Lisa.

Mary removed her top and was shocked to see her nipples so swollen and red. She dropped her skirt to the floor and was just bending to pick it up when Lisa walked in.

“You have a pretty good ass Mrs. C. How does the plug feel?”

The red faced teacher straightened quickly and answered, “It is uncomfortable Ms. Simon.”

When Mary turned Lisa said, “My, my look at those nipples,” reaching out and twisting the clamped right nipple.

“Ahhhhhhhhh” screamed Mary as pain shot through her abused nipple.

“Does that hurt Mrs. C.?” asked Lisa twisting the left nipple.

“YESSSSSS…..Please Lisa stop”.

Reaching out and violently twisting both nipples, “Lisa is it”

“Owwwwwwwwwwwwwww….Sorry Ms. Simon…SORRY”

“That’s better,” replied Lisa as she released the swollen twisted nipples. “Let’s see what we have here,” said Lisa ignoring the sobs of her teacher. “First Mrs. C. come over her and bend over so I can inspect your plug,” ordered Lisa as she sat on the bed.

Mary reluctantly moved to Lisa and turning bent over showing her student her ass.

“Reach back and spread your cheeks.” demanded Lisa.

Mary reach back and slowly spread her ass exposing her plugged ass hole to Lisa.

Lisa leaned forward and tapped the end of the plug sending shock waves through the teachers ass. ” I can’t wait until we can get this one in you,” said Lisa picking up the largest of the three butt plugs. “Turn around and spread your legs Mrs. C.”

Mary turned and spread her legs before for student.

Lisa reached out and run her finger up Mary’s bare soaked slit. “MRS. C. you really like this don’t you?”

The mortified teacher wanted to die of embarrassment. How could she be excited by this treatment yet her pussy was soaked. “What is wrong with me” she thought. “No Ms. Simon I do not enjoy this treatment.”

“Then explain to me why you are dripping like a faucet.”

“I can’t explain that Ms. Simon” whispered Mary.

“Lick my fingers clean you horny old teacher,” demanded Lisa as she placed her fingers in front of Mary’s crimson face.

Mary extended her tongue and licked her our juices from her student’s fingers. How low had she sunk.

Lisa then placed the ankle and wrist cuffs on her teacher And ordered her to change into the 6″ heels.

Mary’s poor feet protested but she forced them painfully into the heels and buckled the ankle straps.

“Mrs. C. I want you to squat and place the tip of your vibrator into that dripping hole. Squat low enough to keep it inside you.”

Mary struggled to squat in the impossibly high heels and finally managed to balance with the tip of her vibrator nested inside her embarrassingly wet pussy.

“Turn it on Mrs. C.”

Mary turned on the vibrator and immediately felt the pleasure it brings her.

“Suck on this Mrs. C.,” said Lisa handing her teacher the long, thick, black cock she had picked out at the adult store.

“Now pay attention Mrs. C. I’m going to give you an assignment to be completed immediately. If you fail you will be punished . Do you understand?”

“Yes Ms. Simon” said the sucking teacher around the rubber cock in her mouth.

“You are to give that black cock the best blow job you know how. You need to practice for the real thing. While you are doing that you are to slid up and down on the vibrating plastic in you hole. You are not permitted to orgasm without my permission. If you do you will be sorry. If I don’t think you are fucking your self well enough or giving a respectable blow job you will be punished. Now get moving.”

As Mary began to work on the hard black rubber cock in her mouth and gingerly to slide up and down her vibrator she could immediately feel her orgasm coming. She was so hot and this was too much stimulation.

FLASH, FLASH as Lisa snapped picture after picture of the teacher struggling to keep from the inevitable. Just as Lisa could see her teacher reaching the point of orgasm she reached out and released the left nipple clamp.

“Ahhhh’ screamed Mary as the pain of the clamp coming off and the blood returning to the abused nipple coursed through her body. Her orgasm delayed again but it began building again quickly.

She was slobbering all over the rubber cock as she sucked and her legs were screaming in pain as she bounced up and down the vibrating plastic. Her face was red and her body covered in sweat as she worked to reach the peak yet not wanting to reach it. She was so confused.

Just then Lisa released the right nipple and the pain came back intensely.

She didn’t care if Lisa took pictures, she didn’t care if she would be punished she had to cum. The vibrator was bumping the plug in her ass on the down stroke causing a vibration in both holes. It was too much.

“OOOHHHHHHHhhhhhhh…..AHHHHHHHHhhhhhhhhhhhh screamed Lisa as she crumpled to the floor in the midst of the most intense orgasm she had ever had in her life. She was writhing around the floor the pain and humiliation forgotten. Everything was center on her exploding pussy as the vibrator fell to the floor.

FLASH

After Mary calmed down and realized what had happen she knew she was lost forever. She did get off on this treatment. She had never felt anything like that ever before. She looked up and saw her tormentor and knew she was in for a long long period of use and abuse. Her fear was her husband and particularly her daughter.

“Mrs. C. you didn’t behave yourself.”

“Red faced Mary replied ,”Sorry Ms. Simon”

“Well lets see. You made quite a mess on the floor there and you need to clean that up first.”

Mary started to get up to get a rag.

“No,no Mrs. C. lick it up.”

Mary dropped to her hands and knees and began to lick her juices from the floor her plugged ass high in the air. As her tongue ran over the floor she wondered what else would happen.

When Mary had licked the floor clean and cleaned the vibrator with her tongue Lisa ordered her to remove the plug from her ass. FLASH

“Now lick it clean,” ordered Lisa after Mary had managed to get the plug out by stretching her tight ring and pulling hard.

Mary raised the plug to her mouth and gagging, she began to lick it clean. She was thankful she didn’t throw-up because she was sure Lisa would make her clean that up too.

Once everything was cleaned and put away for the night Lisa put the penis gag in Mary’s mouth and taking her by the leash led her down stairs and out into the back yard. There Mary was ordered to lie down in the grass and her ankle cuffs were locked together and her wrists were locked behind her.

“You will sleep her and think about your failure to follow orders Mrs. C. Tomorrow we will discuss the future.” said Lisa as she tossed a towel on the ground.

“It is a little chill out here. Use this for blanket,” said Lisa as she turned and walked into the house leaving
her teacher dressed in only garters and heels, bound and gagged in the dark cold yard.

This is the last of seven parallel and related stories; they work best if read in sequence. To find the previous chapters, follow the author link above. These stories are fiction, and all places and characters are invented.

It is the annual alumni reunion event at the Lauderton High School, which they hold in the large gymnasium in the main school building. The events in these stories take place at various times during the evening, and to different characters; they are not chapters of the same story, but a series of separate takes. We are the invisible camera, panning around the scene and then zooming in for a close-up …

TAKE SEVEN

Kirsty Sheraton was thirty-three years old, and had graduated from the high school fifteen years before. She had won a scholarship to Harvard, where she had stayed on to take a doctorate; this had been the start of a successful academic career, and for the last six years she had been an associate professor on the faculty of the City University of New York. A year after she had started her first degree, her parents had moved to Washington D.C.; with no other relatives in the area, she no longer had any reason to visit her old home town. However, a few weeks ago, shortly after the arrival of the Lauderton Alumni annual newsletter with its invitation to the reunion gathering, she had unexpectedly received an email from her one-time best friend from her high school days, Tessa Du Boise, making contact after an interval of nearly fifteen years. Tessa had written that they had been out of touch for too long, and that she would love to see her again, if Kirsty was thinking of coming to the event?

Well, until this point Kirsty hadn’t been, but her curiosity was aroused – for her close relationship with Tessa had cooled with strange abruptness when she had left for Harvard. She had always wondered why, and had sometimes thought about getting in touch again, but Tessa’s stand-offishness during Kirsty’s first (and, as it turned out, last) college vacation back in town had discouraged her from trying, and after that she had been fully occupied with her studies, with building a career, and with … other things. What finally tipped the scale was Tessa’s kind offer that, as she no longer had folks in town, Kirsty would be welcome to stay over at her house. So Kirsty had replied, with an enthusiasm which had surprised herself, giving the white lie that she had been going to come to the event anyway, and would love to see Tessa and take up her offer of overnight accommodation. No sooner was this message sent, than Kirsty realised the reunion date clashed with an academic conference she was attending in Denver on the same day – but a quick check of airline schedules determined that if she left before the final keynote address (which was by a professor who bored her and whose theories she thought were rubbish), she could get to town not too long after the reunion event began, and so she arranged to meet her former friend there and they would leave together at the end.

Kirsty was no believer in academic women looking dull and dowdy. She had always liked clothes and fashion, and felt good when she looked good – in fact, she got a thrill from turning heads, whether of men or women, and sometimes skated a little close to slutty in her choice of outfits for social occasions. Her selection for the reunion gathering was a case in point: her black leather mini-skirt was just that bit shorter and tighter than most women of her age would have chosen; when she moved, the lower elastic bands of her transparent hold-ups were sometimes tantalisingly visible. Above this was a tight-fitting short sleeve top in an eye-catching shade of red; it showed off to advantage the generous thrust of her breasts, and was brief enough that there were frequent glimpses of her midriff and belly-button. All of this was set off by matching black leather boots with sharp pointed toes, spike heels and a generous fold-over top in ‘cavalier’ style, whilst her top was echoed by the scarlet colour of her fingernails. Yet, Kirsty could carry it off in a way that most women approaching their mid-thirties could never have done. She had retained much of her youthful good looks, her skin was smooth, her face showed hardly any lines, and her auburn-tinted hair was stylishly shaped from a centre parting to fall below her shoulders. Her figure was sleek and curved in all the right places, and regular workouts gave her shapely legs that were as good as any twenty year old’s. However, much of Kirsty’s impact was due to her poise and personality – there was no doubt that she had plenty of charisma.

Her flight was delayed by bad weather, and Kirsty did not arrive at the reunion until more than halfway through the evening. After being welcomed pleasantly by the current Principal (a very well-endowed brunette, who was looking rather tired), Kirsty took an appraising look around the large hall. Really, she thought to herself, there were a lot of attractive women scattered about the place – and girls too, she amended, her eye being caught by a strikingly pretty slender blonde who was tending one of the buffet tables. In the days when she had been a student at the school, Kirsty had considered that the teaching faculty had included quite a few hot mature women amongst its number. That didn’t seem to have changed, from the evidence of the handsome and ripely-curved Latina woman of about her own age – from her assured stride, clearly a member of staff – whom Kirsty had encountered leaving the room just as she had been about to enter it.

Kirsty began to circulate around the room, looking for her former best friend. On the way, she encountered a surprising number of old classmates, as many others had come particularly because of the fifteen-year anniversary. Both the men and the women seemed pleased to see her – it was partly the effect of having been out of sight for so long, but also Kirsty had been popular in her year, had taken no part in cliques or bitchiness, and had been on good terms with many people who couldn’t stand each other. She enjoyed the conversations and the catching-up, and neatly side-stepped the rather obviously suggestive flirting of a couple of the divorced men. However, it was not until nearly the end of the evening that she spotted the person who she most wanted to see – but she was glad to find that she recognised Tessa at once.

Tessa was older, of course, for they had last met in their late teens, and there had been much water under the bridge since then. Her old friend had always been good-looking in an understated, non-showy sort of way; together with her modest and gentle manner, this had led to her often being overlooked, although she had always been quietly elegant and poised. The passage of time had removed the slightly anonymous blandness of her teenage appearance, and Kirsty thought her old friend looked more striking now. Tessa had always had poise and grace, but now there was a hint of determination and a sense of experience which underpinned this. Her face had a little more angularity, her eyes a more penetrating gaze, and she was if anything perhaps a little slimmer and trimmer than she had been at eighteen. All in all, she was the epitome of a healthy and handsome woman, in her early thirties, just entering the prime of life. Tessa had brown eyes and shoulder-length light brunette hair that was dyed mostly blonde, and she was wearing a simple but quite stylish two-piece suit of a light grey weave, with a single-button jacket and quite a short skirt. The rest of her outfit was in conventional black, which made an effective contrast: black heels, black pantyhose and a plain black top with a square-cut neck.

The room was beginning to empty, and the student helpers were starting to tidy up, when Kirsty and Tessa finally came face to face. There was a moment of awkwardness which Kirsty rode over – characteristically, for she had always been the bolder of the two of them.

‘Hiya, Tess! Great to see you – it really is “long time no see”,’ she laughed, and then added more seriously: ‘too long – I don’t know where the years have gone.’

Tessa smiled back at her old friend, with much more warmth than Kirsty remembered from their last very stiff and awkward encounter of over fourteen years ago.

‘I’ll bet you’re setting the world on fire’, Tessa smiled, ‘you must tell me all about it’. Then she added, noticing with a start of surprise the wedding band on Kirsty’s finger: ‘You’re married, I see – wow! Who’s the lucky guy, anyone I know?’

Kirsty shook her head. ‘No, he’s a professor in another department at CUNY, we met about four years ago, and have been married for two. The wedding was a real impulse thing – we went to Vegas for a holiday, a bit of a laugh, and ended up thinking – well, yeah, why not! So there were no guests or anything, even Mom and Dad only found out afterwards.’

There was a clatter of plates on a nearby table, a slightly pointed hint that the clearing up was well under way. Tessa looked round, and saw the crowd had thinned rapidly to just a few stragglers like themselves.

‘I really do want to talk to you,’ she said, ‘let’s get back to my place, and I’ll fix us coffee or a drink – we’ll talk till dawn, like the old days!’ she finished with enthusiasm.

Kirsty looked at her slightly oddly, and then gave her a radiant smile.

‘Sure – here’s to the old days!’ she said, draining her glass of fizzy white wine and putting it down on a table. She put her arm companionably through Tessa’s, and they left together, chattering away. In the parking lot, Tessa tried to explain where her house was, but Kirsty shook her head and said just to drive slow and she would follow straight behind in her airport rental.

Ten minutes later both cars drew up at a medium-sized detached house in a quiet, respectable suburban neighbourhood. Tessa unlocked the front door, threw her bag and jacket on a chair in the hallway, eased off her shoes, and led the way through to the living room. She gestured to Kirsty to sit on the long four-seater couch which faced the fireplace and TV, and disappeared into the kitchen. Kirsty removed her jacket, and had hardly sat down when Tessa returned with a bottle of Californian Chardonnay and a couple of glasses, and flopped down next to her. At first, they chatted about mutual friends who had been at the reunion, and Kirsty enquired about a few who hadn’t. After a while, she asked:

‘So, Tess, how about you? – it’s been so long since I’ve seen you.’

Tessa’s lips pursed, making her suddenly seem older. She looked away into the middle distance, and replied:

‘The unholy trinity: got married – got kids – got divorced, you know how it goes.’

‘Oh! Tess, honey!’ Kirsty was startled, she had not known about any of this. ‘That last time I saw you, you were dating Brad Renfrew – is that who … ?’ Tessa nodded sadly. ‘So – what went wrong?’ asked Kirsty.

‘We had the kids too young; it put a lot of strain on things … after a while, I lost interest a bit, and he found someone else, a woman at his office …’ Tessa tailed off, and then shook her head in a gesture of negation. It was time to face realities, and she drew a slightly shaky breath.

‘No, truthfully, that’s not it,’ she continued after a moment’s pause; ‘the real problem was that I rushed into marriage for the wrong reasons, because I was running away from something else.’

‘What?’ asked Kirsty, rather puzzled, and then was even more taken aback at her friend’s reply:

‘You!’

‘Whaaat?!! Whaddya mean?’ gasped Kirsty.

‘I’m not saying it right,’ said Tessa, smacking her hand on the couch in frustration. ‘I meant my feelings for you – I was running away from that, really I was running away from myself. I couldn’t admit it then, or for years afterwards, in fact not until quite recently.’ She gave a slightly bitter laugh: ‘It’s taken this long for me to finally grow up, and accept that I’m a lesbian.’

Kirsty was still reeling in surprise, and had no answer to give. Tessa carried on into the silence:

‘That last summer at high school … those things we did together, they excited me so much, and then I lost my nerve – I got frightened of not being “normal”, of being an outcast. I tried so hard to be a regular boys-only chick that I managed to convince myself for a while – long enough to freeze it off with you, to get a boyfriend, and eventually stumble up the aisle in a marriage that was the wrong thing for both of us.’

‘And you’ve got kids? I didn’t know’, Kirsty said with sympathy. Looking around at the neat living room and the quiet house, there was no sign of it.

‘Oh!’ laughed Tessa, understanding her uncertainty. ‘They’re having a sleepover at my cousin’s – you remember Sandy – anyway, she’s got three kids of similar ages and they all get on really well, so they’re having a fine time! And, seeing as I’d be having a visitor, I took the opportunity to tidy up the house.’ With pride and affection shining from her face, Tessa brought over a framed photo. ‘Here, this is quite recent – Petra is nine, and David nearly seven.’

Kirsty dutifully admired them, which wasn’t difficult as they looked cute kids. Tessa talked a bit about the break-up, and it somehow seemed quite natural to tell her former best friend things that she had never vocalised before. It was as if the years in between had fallen away, and she no longer felt any awkwardness. Tessa concluded her tale:

‘Anyway, it had fizzled out between me and Brad, whatever there was at the start. He didn’t want to stay, and I didn’t want to keep him. The divorce was quite amicable, really – oh, his affair, that was just an excuse, it wasn’t the cause. By then, we were just staying together for the kids’ sakes, and that’s not always the best thing to do – you can get bitter, and blame them somehow. Brad and I are on quite good terms, and he’s a good father – he has them on alternate weekends, and for one week in three. That helps me get caught up with my job, gotta make ends meet.’

Kirsty asked what she did, and Tessa explained that she was a freelance copy-editor and proof-reader for publishers, which she could do at home and over the internet (which had been essential when the kids were little). It had taken a while to get things going at first, but she was both fast and accurate, and now was getting so many commissions that she had to refuse some. She explained that now she worked mainly for one of the big academic publishers, and in fact that was how she had known where to contact Kirsty, for her friend’s most recent book had been in their catalogue.

‘Why,’ said Kirsty in some surprise, ‘my next book is contracted with them as well – I’ll ask for you to be my editor!’ After a short pause for reflection, she continued: ‘I guess it’s been tough on you, babe,’ and then, brightening as she saw the prospect of a happier outcome: ‘So, since the divorce, you’ve been free to … ?’ She left the question hanging suggestively open, but Tessa only shook her head again, and sighed.

‘No, I can’t … with the kids, y’know, it’s impossible. So here I am, a thirty-three year-old lezzie, and I haven’t tasted a pussy since yours all of fifteen years ago!’ She gave a derisive laugh, and looked on the edge of breaking down in tears. Kirsty thrust a refilled wine glass into her friend’s hand, and watched her take a large gulp of the chilled Chardonnay.

‘Weeell,’ she said slowly, ‘we can do something about that.’ She leaned forward, and before Tessa realised what was in her mind, she had cupped her friend’s chin in her hand, and gave her a long, lingering and unmistakeably sexual kiss. Tessa opened her lips hungrily, sucking Kirsty’s tongue into her mouth, mashing their lips together. Kirsty’s hand deftly grasped her friend’s left breast, squeezing it firmly and feeling the responsive hardening of the nipple through Tessa’s bra and thin black top. She slid her other hand along Tessa’s thigh, stroking the soft inner flesh and caressing up to the front of her panties – to the prize of the cunt that she had last touched and tasted nearly fifteen years before. However, when Kirsty began to fondle her there, feeling the wet dampness of her crotch, Tessa gave a stricken cry, and pulled back from their kiss. She gazed at her sexy friend, with expressions of shock, fear, relief and desire chasing each other across her face.

‘Kirsty, no! We shouldn’t, no … your husband!’ Tessa stuttered, getting in a verbal tangle: ‘I didn’t mean this, you know … well, I mean, I meant it about what happened, about being a lesbo, I meant that, I didn’t mean for this when I asked you to stay, I don’t want you to think that I – ’

The torrent was abruptly stopped by Kirsty putting a finger to her friend’s lips, making a soothing and shushing sound.

‘Honey, babe – it’s OK, it’s just fine, calm down, babe’, she replied, ‘I know you weren’t taking it for granted, of course I do – and lemme tell ya, hot stuff, I’m doing this becos’ I want to … I want you, just like I wanted you back then, it was soooo good!’ she ended, making a jokey lip-smacking sound that brought a faint smile back to Tessa’s pale and stricken face. There were the tracks of a few tears on her cheeks, and with loving affection Kirsty took a tissue and wiped them away. She continued:

‘As to my husband, no, don’t worry, that doesn’t cause a problem.’ Kirsty explained that she loved him very much, but that they were both actively bi-sexual; in fact, Kirsty had been very surprised to be attracted to him, as she had been solely a girl-lover from her first teenage experiences until her late twenties, and up to that point had thought of herself as 100% lesbian. She explained that they had a simple arrangement that worked well – she had sex with no other man and he with no other woman, but for both of them if an attractive (and, in his case, safe and healthy) opportunity happened with someone of the same sex for some fuck-buddy type fun, with no emotional commitment, then they would go for it – always telling the other about it afterwards. ‘So’, concluded Kirsty with a lustful gleam in her eye, ‘as long as you don’t mind Henry hearing about this – and it will go no further – then, well – babe, I’m all yours for tonight!’ She could see her friend wavering, and could sense how much Tessa both wanted and deeply needed this – if only for closure on that blockage in her past, something to give a good memory from which she could move onwards.

‘C’mon, Tess baby, my old sweet Furry-Puss!’ Tessa smiled at the memory of Kirsty’s special secret pet name for her during those exhilarating months of their exploration of each other’s teenage bodies and their developing lesbian relationship – it referred to her untrimmed pubic thatch, although nowadays Tessa kept her cunt clean-shaven (for reasons of hygiene and comfort, as no one had touched her there sexually for years). ‘Let’s make up for lost time – let’s have a real reunion, your pussy and mine, it’ll make us both feel good, I promise you that!’

Tessa laughed, her last doubts and inhibitions dissolving in the face of Kirsty’s assurance and uncomplicated good humour.

‘OK’ she said softly, ‘you’ve no idea how often I’ve thought about this over the years … and still more since getting in touch again, thinking of seeing you, having you actually under my roof. But I did make up the guest room, you know, I didn’t think we would really end up in my bed – I mainly just thought we could talk, I’d explain and say sorry for how I turned my back on you – and on everything I should have done and been – when you came back from Harvard that time. By the time I realised what a fool I’d been, your folks had moved away and you weren’t coming back here any more … and I guess pride and nerves stopped me from writing to you.’

Kirsty gave Tessa a brief kiss on the lips, a token of friendship more than of sex, and replied: ‘It’s allright, babe, I understand now – and I kinda think I did at the time, when you had started with Brad, and I didn’t want to spoil that, I didn’t want to come between you two. I was hurt, I’m not saying I wasn’t, and that held me back too, but I’ve long since got over it, you know I don’t blame you, not at all.’

Tessa’s shaky smile became more definite as Kirsty said this, and her eyes showed the relief and calmness that her friend’s forgiveness had brought to her.

‘Now …’ growled Kirsty, in mock-ferocious tones, ‘Furry-Puss, I’m gonna eat you up one more time – let’s fuck!!’

Tessa gave a delighted – but still slightly alarmed – squeal, as without further ado her friend took her shoulders and pushed her over onto her back on the couch. Leaning above her, Kirsty smiled down and then kissed her more slowly – at first, very carefully, just in case Tessa might have a sudden panic or revulsion, and demand that they stop. However, stopping was the last thing on that sex-starved woman’s mind, and with an anticipatory gasp she opened her lips wide and thrust her tongue vigorously into Kirsty’s mouth for a long, wet and sensual French kiss.

At the start, it was naturally the experienced Kirsty who led the way. She was the first to bring her hands to the other’s breasts, beginning with stroking Tessa’s chest through her black top, and then raising the stakes by slipping her hands under it and cradling the bra cups underneath. Tessa’s response was a mumble of encouraging words, as she arched her back in response, thrusting upwards her modestly-sized but still firm and shapely 30B breasts. Kirsty took advantage of this movement to pull Tessa’s top up from her waist and away over her head, and then she began to cradle and squeeze the cups of the rather elegant sliver-and-black bra that was revealed beneath.

Tessa moaned some more, and reflexively spread her legs apart – a motion which caused the short grey skirt to ruck up around her waist and expose the crotch of her black pantyhose. However, Kirsty had not finished with her friend’s breasts yet, no matter the temptation offer by this vista – for there would be plenty of time for that later. Kirsty reached for Tessa’s bra straps and pulled them over her shoulders and down her arms, which also had the effect of peeling away the bra cups from Tessa’s breasts. To help things along, Tessa quickly reached behind her back to unclip the bra, and her friend pulled it away from her chest and tossed it over to a nearby armchair.

Kirsty paused for a moment, kneeling upright and half-straddling her prone friend – a posture which spread her own thighs apart and made her black leather mini-skirt ride up to her hips, and in her case exposed the front of a very miniscule pair of black thong panties. Tessa was both aroused and emboldened by this erotic vision, and without a thought or hesitation she reached up under Kirsty’s skirt to touch and then squeeze the other woman’s Venus mound.

Now it was Kirsty’s turn to give a little gasp of surprise and pleasure, for until this moment she had not been sure of how active Tessa was going to be – whether she would just lie passively whilst Kirsty made love to her (which would be nice enough, but rather dull), or whether she was going to take some initiative. Kirsty smiled, not only because it seemed the latter and much more pleasurable course was the one that would be taken, but also because she should have trusted her old friend – she should have known that Tessa would not hang back, would not miss her opportunities; for all that she had been the less noticed and less extrovert of the two friends at high school, she had possessed an inner core of determination that sometimes had almost frightened Kirsty.

Kirsty kissed Tessa again, all the while massaging her breasts and stroking her nipples. Tessa responded even more avidly to the kiss, and her fondling of the crotch of Kirsty’s thong became more vigorous and urgent. Suddenly, she slipped her fingers inside the fabric of the garment, to touch and probe Kirsty’s pussy – somehow, the latter was not surprised that it had been Tessa who had cut to the chase and been the first to touch the flesh of the other woman’s cunt. Still, it was incredibly arousing to feel the touch of her former best friend and one-time lover on her cunt – in fact, Kirsty found it far more profoundly erotic than the sexual encounters she had had in recent years with other women, even though they had been much more experienced than Tessa was. She gave a shudder as Tessa felt her openness and her wetness, and then the delicious sensation of her friend’s finger sliding down the length of her vagina and probing it apart made her take a sharp gasp of breath.

‘Wait!’ said Kirsty hastily: ‘hold on, not yet – don’t make me come yet, there is so much to do, so much to enjoy!’

And with that sentiment, she unzipped and removed Tessa’s short grey skirt, admiring her friend’s slender and well-toned form, which was now naked apart from the black pantyhose and the outline of a pair of panties underneath them. Kirsty bent her head down, taking one of Tessa’s nipples into her mouth to lick, suck and nibble, which had a galvanising effect on the supine woman. The latter reached over Kirsty’s back, firstly quite roughly pulling her red top off over her head, and then unzipping the black leather mini-skirt at the side, so that it dropped away from Kirsty’s waist to around her knees.

The experienced lesbian stood up from the couch for a moment in order to let her skirt tumble down to her ankles, and then she stepped quickly out of it and kicked it aside. As Kirsty stood over the couch, Tessa stared up at her friend’s striking figure with admiration and desire. Kirsty had always been shapely; as a teenager, she had been one of the first in their year to get noticeable curves, and her smoothly-rounded 30D breasts were well displayed in their black underwired bra. Kirsty still had a narrow waist, and her best feature was the swell of her hips and the swing of her ass out below her trim middle. The effect was highlighted by her very skimpy thong (the back part of which had all but entirely disappeared into the crevice between her butt-cheeks) and still more by her black boots. Kirsty reached down to slip these off, but was stayed by Tessa’s hand.

‘No, don’t … please, keep them on, honey, you look so fucking hot in them, it sends me – you know that it does!’

Kirsty nodded and smiled, her memory also going back to their first real sexual experimentation, just after Christmas in their final year in the 12th grade – yes, it had been an outfit which she had worn then, of black boots and a short tight red mini-skirt, which had emboldened Tessa to make the first advance – or rather, as Kirsty saw it, finally to pick up on the hints which she had been dropping with ever-greater lack of subtlety for some time.

‘So I do, Furry-Puss, so I do! – and you’ll remember something too, but it’s something that I don’t like!’

It took a few seconds for Tessa’s memory to make the right connection, and by then it was too late anyway. Kirsty gestured at the pantyhose which sheathed her friend’s slim form from her toes to her waist, and declared with mock ferocity:

‘Who invented this fucking monastic garment anyway, covering everything up all tight and under wraps – I’ll bet it was a man! You know my rule, babe: women wear hold-ups or stockings, something you can slip a hand up to and feel their panties – and pull them off nice and easy too. But this! … no, no, this has gotta go!’

With a vivid flash of memory, powerful and immediate, Tessa remembered from one of their last times together when they were still at high school, how her then-lover had detested pantyhose – a garment which with utter disgust she had refused to wear. It seemed that her friend hadn’t become any more tolerant since then of the obstruction posed by pantyhose, for she expressed her frustration now in exactly the same direct way in which she had those many years ago.

Kirsty’s breasts swayed enticingly in the support of her underwired bra, as she swung back over to straddle the couch. Reaching down with both hands, she gripped the crotch of Tessa’s pantyhose and then, with a snarl, she ripped it open right above the prone woman’s crotch. It was a stunningly erotic moment of forceful lesbian sexuality, and Tessa groaned in arousal, her pussy drenched in her juices. She slid her hands under her own ass and cantilevered her pelvis off the couch, simultaneously spreading her legs wide apart, her cunt burning with the fires of desire.

‘Oh, God! Please – fuck me, babe, take me now – Christ, I need it so bad, it’s been so fucking long … now, please, now …’

Kirsty lost no time, and she reached inside the gaping hole which she torn in the pantyhose, gripped the gusset of Tessa’s quite pretty black lace-trimmed bikini panties, jerked it aside to reveal her friend’s shaven and glistening pussy, and dived down up it with her mouth like a shark feeding on minnows. As she began to lick and suck, Kirsty lost any vestige of restraint: she realised how badly she wanted Tessa, who had been out of reach – but not out of her subconscious – for all these years. There was unfinished business here, and now she meant to bring things to a resolution – one satisfactory to all parties. This was just fine by Tessa, for it matched her own desires, although their trajectory had been the opposite from her former lover: Kirsty had longed for her friend for quite some time after their break-up, even whilst consoling herself with a whirlwind series of brief and entirely physical lesbian liaisons at college, and eventually had consigned it all to memory, whilst Tessa had suppressed her feelings at the start and then in recent years had come to acknowledge them and bitterly to regret having turned her face away.

After eating Tessa’s pussy to the point where she shuddered in an intense but brief mini-orgasm, Kirsty moved upwards, bringing her mouth to her friend’s breasts and her adept fingers to her pussy. She slid two long digits deep into Tessa’s vagina, whilst her thumb found and stroked the prone woman’s clitoris. Tessa moaned with pleasure, staring up fixedly at Kirsty. Then she reached behind Kirsty’s back and unsnapped her bra, which gravity at once caused to drop away from Kirsty’s chest to lie across Tessa’s waist. With a quick flick of the wrist, Tessa sent it flying to the floor, and then her hands sought their prizes, as she took Kirsty’s pendulously swinging breasts into her hands, and began to maul and squeeze them. This encouraged Kirsty to increase the tempo and vigour of her finger-fucking, and she was astonished when – some way short of another orgasm – Tessa reached between them to grasp her wrist and stop her.

‘Wait … I have something, umm … something better,’ she said.

Now more intrigued than annoyed, Kirsty stepped off the couch, allowing Tessa to slide out from underneath her. Her former best-friend went over to some drawers, unlocked one, and returned with an oblong cardboard box.

‘I keep it in there where the children can’t see it’, explained Tessa, as she opened the box – which was still sealed with tape – and produced with a flourish a handsomely-sized strap-on dildo, complete with harness. She explained that a few months ago, in one of her more optimistic moods, she had bought this by mail order, but she had never yet had an occasion to take it out of its box. Kneeling in front of Kirsty, she tugged the curvy woman’s thong down her legs and then, as Kirsty obligingly shifted her legs apart to assist her, Tessa buckled the strap-on into place over her former best friend’s hips and crotch. Greatly daring, once it was firmly fixed, she took the protruding plastic rod into her mouth, coating and lubricating it with saliva.

‘Now!’ she said, her nostrils flared and eyes gleaming hotly with lust: ‘fuck me now, fuck me so hard, right now!’, and she spread her legs as far apart as they would go, offering up her cunt to her one-time lover.

Kirsty thought this was a stunningly erotic situation, and felt her own juices seeping around the base of the strap-on. She moved swiftly to kneel on the couch between Tessa’s spread legs, and just for a second she stroked the puffy labia which were visible through the hole in the pantyhose, as the gusset of the panties was still jerked away to one side. Then, like an invading barbarian horde, she seized the other woman above her hips, jerking her down further on the couch, whilst bringing the tip of the strap-on to line up with the hole in the tights through which the hole into Tessa’s body was both visible and accessible. Kirsty wasted no more time – she shoved the dildo in through the rent in the pantyhose and pushed it forcefully into Tessa’s slit. Even with lubrication, this took some pressure at first, so long had it been since Tessa had last had sexual intercourse – it was so far back that she could not put a date upon it.

Kirsty began a vigorous, steaming fucking of her friend – plunging the dildo in and out of her pussy, through the erotic sight of her ruined pantyhose. Tessa’s hands clutched her back, her nails digging in as she approached her climax, her eyes screwed tightly closed and her open mouth utter a chaotic mixture of swear words, imprecations to be fucker harder still, gasps, grunts, moans and shudders. At last, as Kirsty rammed the dildo in even more forcefully, Tessa’s pelvis reared up to meet it, and then her whole body shook and she gave a wailing scream. For several seconds, Tessa was lost to the universe in an explosive orgasm, in which the frustrations and desires of the last decade and longer were fused together, and then blown into atoms.

When she surfaced, her eyes glowing and her nipples stiffly erect, she reached up to Kirsty’s shoulders and swung the other woman over to the side, so that they exchanged positions in a kind of slow somersault. Now Kirsty was flat on her back along the couch with the strap-on pointing like a missile at the ceiling, and Tessa was above her. Without the slightest hesitation, Tessa straddled her friend and plunged her pelvis down, impaling herself on the dildo’s upright rod. As she began to slam up and down on the plastic pillar, she reached for Kirsty’s prominent breasts, grasping and kneading them, and pulling on her nipples. Such was Tessa’s urgency and need that within just a few minutes sweat broke out on her brow, as another climax cascaded through her. At the moment of truth, her head went right back on shoulders, and an almost animal scream was wrenched from her throat.

Shaking and gasping from the draining release of her sexual tension, Tessa slid off the shaft of the dildo and flopped forwards to lie alongside Kirsty. The latter was amazed at her friend’s vigour and wanton sexuality, and had found being ridden in that way powerfully erotic. She cradled Tessa in her arms, stroking her hair and shoulders, and kissing her forehead and cheeks. To her astonishment, after a very brief period of repose to recover her breath, Tessa started to stroke Kirsty’s nipples, and then to give them oral attention, whilst her hand quested down to between her friend’s thighs. With a soft moan, Kirsty swiftly unbuckled the strap-on and cast it aside in order to give Tessa unrestricted access to her pussy. She felt first one, then two and then – causing her to give a broken cry – three fingers push into her vagina and begin pumping it, rubbing intermittently against her clitoris. Far quicker than with most of her lesbian partners, Kirsty reached her climax, her juices almost squirting from her pussy with the strength of her orgasm.

Tessa was becoming ever bolder, and she shifted down the couch to feast on the pussy-juice spread across Kirsty’s cunt and thighs, drinking it up like a desperate traveller in the desert who finally reaches an oasis – and, in truth, that was how this was for her, the ending of her long sojourn in the sexual wilderness. Raising her come-streaked face from this passionate devouring, Tessa spoke huskily and with unusual assertiveness.

‘I know what I want – and I know what you need! I want to fuck you so bad, I want to have you!’

Kirsty was more usually the top than the bottom in her lesbian encounters, sometimes even quite aggressively so (in case it alarmed her friend, she had decided not to tell Tessa that she had developed quite a taste for role-plays and bondage, though nothing really painful or in the S&M line), but she could also be the submissive when the mood, the moment and the partner were right – and that was surely the case now!

‘God, yes, Tess – oh, my Furry-Puss, have me if you want me – have me any way you want me, just do it … do me, do me so hard!’

Tessa stood up, and with quick decisive movements stripped away the shredded pantyhose and her panties, standing beautifully naked for a moment before reaching to pick the dildo up from the floor and strap it into place. Kirsty’s eyes widened in appreciation – fuck, but Tessa looked so hot with the lesbian love pole projecting from her cunt. Tessa instructed her friend to get off the couch and take up a stance on the carpet on her hands and knees, her legs spread slightly apart and her butt in the air. Wearing only her boots and hold-ups, Kirsty was an alluring sight – and her ass was one of her best features. She yelped as Tessa gave her rump several playful – but quite sharp – slaps, and then had no time for further protest as the rod of the dildo was speared into her cunt. Tessa gripped her friend at the waist, and in her urgent need abandoned any effort at subtlety – she simply fucked Kirsty stupid, there was no other word for it. The penetrations slammed with relentless force in and out of Kirsty’s vagina as her breasts swung wildly beneath her shaking body. The shafted woman gave a series of rising shrieks as the dildo rubbed across the nub of her clitoris, and her body was engulfed in ecstasy in the best lesbian orgasm that she had enjoyed for years.

‘Oh, wow, Furry-Puss!’ she gasped afterwards, when she could gather enough breath to speak; ‘you sure are making up for lost time … and you sure are a natural at this, you sexy fucking lezzie!’

The pair of former – and now reunited – best friends kissed and cuddled for some time, first on the couch and then, as the room chilled uncomfortably in the night, they went upstairs to the king-size bed in Tessa’s bedroom. There they enjoyed a leisurely and mutually satisfying 69, before they felt fully satiated. Afterwards, the two women pulled the duvet across and cuddled up together underneath it in the warm bed. For a while they lay still, arms around each other, in companionable and contented peace and quiet, listening to the soft summer night-time sounds through the partly-open casement window.

Suddenly, Kirsty announced in a decided voice: ‘Furry-Puss, you need to stop just sitting around – you need to get seriously dating with some sexy babe, right here in town.’ After a slight pause, she added: ‘Do you remember Sally Henrikson from our class?’

‘Well, yes, of course.’ replied Tessa, rather startled by the apparent switch of direction. ‘After college, she came back and got a teaching post at the school, she’s been there for about ten years now, I saw her there this evening – anyway, why?’

‘Well, you should give her a call, I think she’d be up for it!’ enthusiastically responded her friend.

‘What? No, surely … she would never … would she? What makes you think that?’ said Tessa, doubtfully at first, but with growing interest.

‘Well, just after I finally arrived, the first thing I saw was her chatting to this hot little Asian babe, and she looked like she wanted to just eat her up!’ replied Kirsty, her eyes dancing.

Tessa snorted dismissively. ‘That doesn’t mean anything – she was probably just pleased to see a favourite student.’

Kirsty forged on, by no means daunted by this scepticism: ‘Well, I noticed the Japanese chick was holding her hand … and then she kissed it – like this’, she added, miming the gesture. ‘You see?’

‘No … I dunno’, said Tessa, less firmly but still dubious; ‘there could be all sorts of reasons, you’re letting your imagination run away with you …’

‘Oh, yeah?’ responded Kirsty, who clearly had more up her sleeve. ‘Well, this ain’t my imagination – just after that, I noticed them leaving more or less together, sneaking out when the Principal was looking the other way, like naughty kids. I was intrigued, so I followed carefully after them. They were chatting, and –’ she paused triumphantly, and then resumed: ‘they didn’t leave, but went down the east corridor, y’know, to where the locker rooms are. I peeked round the corner, and Sally unlocked the small exercise gym and they both went in there – holding hands! Anyway, after a few minutes, I went quietly down the corridor – and, guess what?’

‘No – what?!’, exclaimed Tessa, amazed and excited. Kirsty resumed her tale:

‘I tried the door, very gently, but it was locked. I couldn’t see in – but I could hear OK, and I know the sounds made by a woman coming!’

Tessa savoured this amazing revelation, more and more intrigued. Whilst they had not been close friends at school, they had moved in similar circles and she had always got on well with Sally, and liked her. She had noticed at the reunion that the teacher looked smart and fit, with a nice figure … Tessa felt herself becoming aroused, her nipples stiffening, her stomach fluttering and her pussy dampening. ‘Yes,’ she thought, ‘why not try – who knows where it might lead?’ It would be easy to get in touch with her – she could phone the school, or maybe just wait outside one day, make it seem to be a casual and accidental encounter.

Kirsty was still talking: ‘I tell you, this town ain’t so strait-laced any more! A bit later on, not long before we met, I popped out for a minute to go to the ladies – anyway, I was also curious to see if they were still going at it in the small gym. They weren’t, or at least the light was off and it was all quiet – but, you know the Principal’s office is down that way too? Well, as I went past, I heard someone in there getting it on as well!’ She was suddenly struck by an idea: ‘God – I wonder if it was the new Principal? Wow! – what a pair of tits that babe has got, Christ, I’d love to get my hands on them – she can’t be much older than us, y’know – sheesh, what a figure, I’d eat her out any day of the week!’

This salacious news didn’t produce a similar reaction in her friend, who in truth had been barely listening to it. Tessa was fully occupied by thoughts of Sally Henrikson and her trim fit body – the sporty woman had always had a great ass, and it still looked as pert and firm as ever. For the first time in many years, Tessa felt relaxed and positive. Maybe the corny old phrase about ‘tomorrow being the first day of the rest of your life’ had some truth in it after all. She fondly kissed her one-time lover and re-discovered best friend, snuggled down next to the comfort of her warm soft womanly shape and scent, and drifted off into a contented sleep, determined that she would find out.

And so we come to the end of our sequence of stories, and indeed full circle (see the conclusion to Take One).

I hope you have enjoyed them – if so, then check out my other stories … to find them, follow the author link at the top of this story.

Things were starting to warm up in the hot tub. Diane had moved up to set on the deck and dangle her feet in the water. Phil got out of the tub, walked around and sat down in the water beside Mom. Mom and Betty were apparently mousing around too, because Betty stopped her foot massage of my cock and balls. Dad walked down the length of the tub. His cock bobbed along at face level. He sat up on the edge of the hot tub next to Betty and directly across from Julie. Mom moved over and sat next to me again. Harry moved down and sat next to Dad. Betty moved up where Diane was. She spread Diane’s legs and started giving her pussy long licks.

Then Julie told Phil to set up on the edge next to Dad. She got up, stepped in front of Harry, leaned over and gave his cock a flip with her tongue. She did the same to Dad and Phil. She then moved back in front of Dad, pushed his knees apart, kneeled on the tub bench, looked at his cock and balls dangling in front of her face, and slurped his cock into her mouth. Mom gripped my thigh. We watched Julie’s cheeks flutter in and out as she used a rapid “soda straw” action on Dad’s cock. She was trying to give Harry and Phil a hand job at the same time.

Mike turned to me and said, “It looks like Julie has her mouth full and needs some help.” Mike moved over in front of Harry as I replied, “That’s our little sister. Always biting off more than she can swallow.” Mike looked up at Harry, slipped a finger under his cockhead, lifted it to his mouth and swallowed it down nearly to the base. Diane sat up to watch, but Betty pushed her back down and continued licking her pussy.

I positioned myself in front of Phil. His cock was starting to rise. I put my hand around his cock shaft and started licking and kissing his cockhead. I ran the tip of my tongue around the rim and tickled the V on the underside. I licked down to his balls, then sucked his balls, one at a time, into my mouth. I gave his balls a nice tongue bath. His balls were too big to get in my mouth at the same time. I moved back up to his cockhead and guided his now hard cock into my mouth. Phil had a thick cock. I massaged the bottom of his cock shaft with my tongue as I sucked.

I felt a hand slide between my legs. The hand squeezed my cock and balls. Mom placed her face next to mine and kissed my cheek. I took Phil’s cock out of my mouth and offered it to Mom. Mom slipped it into her mouth and bobbed her head up and down the shaft several times. She gave it back to me and I resumed sucking Phil’s thick meaty cock while Mom moved over behind Julie. She must have slipped a finger into Julie’s pussy because I heard her gasp. I was really getting into giving Phil a blowjob, when someone tapped me on the shoulder, “Don’t make him cum. We want to save the cum for tonight.” I took his cock out of my mouth and looked up. It was Betty. I looked over at Julie and Mike. Mike was rubbing his neck and Julie gave me a wicked grin as she stood up and surprised Dad with a French kiss.

After that, almost everyone sort of drifted away from the hot tub, gathered their clothes off the lawn and went to their individual cabins. Mom and Dad stayed behind in the hot tub. Julie, Mike and I picked up our t-shirts and shorts and walked to our family cabin. When we were inside, Mike turned to Julie, “Jeez, I almost blew my load when you went down on Dad. What made you do that?” “Well, when Betty started eating Diane, I knew that someone else should make a move. So I decided that I would do something that I’ve always wanted to do.” “You’ve always wanted to suck Dad’s cock?” “Yes, just like you guys want to eat Mom’s pussy and fuck her. And I’m going to fuck him too.”

Julie had us, or at least me, there. Just thinking about getting it on with Mom was giving me a boner. “See,” Julie laughed, “You get a hard-on when you think about doing Mom.” “We’ll see what happens tonight.” “Thanks for sucking it up and helping me.” You’re welcome, Julie,” Mike replied, “I enjoyed it and Harry enjoyed it. How was Phil’s cock, Mark?” “Phil has a nice thick meaty cock and plump nuts. He likes having his balls sucked and tongue tickled,” I replied. “We better get dressed and get over to the Big Room and help with dinner, otherwise they’ll think we’re in here screwing each other”, Julie told us. “That’s not a bad idea,” piped Mike, who was grinning at us.

We were the last ones to get to the Big Room. Diane said, “What have you kids been doing all of this time? Screwing each other?” “Didn’t I tell you?” Julie laughed. We pitched in to help get everything set up and to get dinner ready. There was lots of iced tea, beer, soda, and water set out to drink with dinner. During dinner, the conversation turned to the afternoon action in the hot tub. “When and where did the three of you learn to suck cock?” Dad asked. Before any of us could reply, Phil spoke up, “I don’t know who taught Mark, but he really knows how to suck a nut and polish his granddad’s knob.” Harry said, “Mike did a good job on me too. Lots of enthusiastic tongue massaging and licking, which I like.” “Well,” Dad said, I don’t know where my little girl learned, but it wasn’t from her Mom.” “Just where did you learn? asked Mom. Diane spoke up, “I don’t care where they learned or who taught then. I just hope they eat pussy as well as they suck cock!”

We looked at each other. “It’s a long story.” “Tell us.”

Part 4

It began a couple of years ago. Mike and I rented some porn videos one weekend after we turned 18. Mom and Dad and Julie were away for the weekend. I think it was one of Julie’s cheerleader competitions. Anyway, we had the house all to ourselves.

We didn’t know much about porn so we picked some of the classics with Linda, Constance and Marilyn and some newer ones with Tiffany and Jenna. And for a change, we rented one of Higgins’ gay videos.

After watching a couple of them with the blowjobs and deep throating, we both had big boners. Mike said, “I need to get some relief,” so he unzipped his jeans and pulled his cock out of his shorts. He began to jack off. That looked like a good idea to me, so I kicked off my shoes and socks and took off my jeans and shorts and joined him.

We were beating away, when Mike said, “I wondered what it feels like to receive a hand job from someone else.” I said, “Let’s find out,” so I moved over next to him and replaced his hand with mine. I’d never held another cock before. Mike’s felt good in my hand. I squeezed it lightly and stroked it. Mike pulled off his t-shirt so he was nude. I jacked his cock and played with his balls. I felt his nuts tighten up as he groaned he was cumming. I held his cock as he shot his wad onto his stomach and chest.

Mike said that the hand job felt great and he wanted to return the favor. I took off my t-shirt as Mike took my cock in his hand. It didn’t take long for him to make me cum.

Leyla makes a naughty discovery when she finds her mother in bed with her older brother!

Note: Thanks to wrc264 for beta reading this!

Mrs. Umayyah

My nineteen-year-old daughter Leyla slumped to the floor, trembling from the force of her whorish orgasms. Her naked, dusky body was flushed, her round breasts rising and falling as she sucked in deep breaths. Her brothers’ cum leaked out of her pussy and asshole. She took their dicks in both her holes at the same time, learning to please two men at once.

I lowered the camcorder, the recording saved on the memory card. The video of my daughter fucking her brothers would be the perfect recruiting tool for new Johns to fuck her. Plus, I could sell copies to help refill the savings accounts I’d drained because of my online poker addiction. Then my husband never had to find out what I did.

And he got the benefit of enjoying our daughter’s nubile body.

My own body buzzed from my orgasms. I pulled my fingers out of my pussy, letting my skirt fall down my legs to my ankles. I felt so hot in my conservative dress, once again buttoned to the neckline, my hijab covering my hair. I stared at my fingers, coated in my juices, a hunger to suck them clean flowing through me.

Memory of eating my daughter’s pussy today flooded through me. I licked her clean of President Carver’s cum to keep him happy. He ran the college I taught at, so keeping him happy was important. My daughter’s pussy had a delicious flavor. Now I wanted to taste myself. To suck on my fingers and revel in my own taste.

“I got homework to do,” Jalal, my baby boy, said. He gathered his clothing and gave me a grin before rushing off.

“Let me help you out, Mom,” Faizel, my eldest at twenty, said. His voice a deep, rumbling bass, not still youthful like his little brother. He seized my hand, bringing my fingers to his mouth.

I shuddered, my eyes staring at his naked body. So strong and muscular, his skin the same swarthy brown as his father. He could be Karim except he lacked my husband’s beard, my son’s cheeks still clean-shaven. I groaned as he sucked on my fingers, licking my juices off them. My eyes flicked down his muscular body, stopping at his half-hard dick. It was just in my daughter’s asshole. What would that taste like?

He should be cleaned. But Leyla looked out of it. I could rouse her, make her do her duty as a slut, but… A mother could help out her son, too.

“Come with me,” I told my son, setting the camcorder down on the shelf as I walked to the stairs. I felt my son’s eyes on me, lusting after me the same way the young men I taught math to did. Those same hungry, young eyes.

“What are you up to, Mom?” he asked, voice thick and commanding.

“Taking care of my son,” I said, throwing a look over my shoulder and smiling at him. The same sort of smile I used to beguile his father at eighteen. “Your cock is all dirty. Let your mother clean you up.”

He gave me a big grin.

My pussy burned as I climbed the stairs, that wet itch sending needful tingles rippling through my body, just begging to be naughty. My panties soaked up my juices leaking out of me. My clit throbbed against the sodden fabric.

My breasts jiggled in my bra as we went up the stairs. I tried not to rush, but I was so aching to satiate my pussy. I gained the top of the stairs and headed for Faizel’s room, throwing open his door and sauntering inside. He followed me in, his hand flicking the door closed behind us.

It almost did close but didn’t latch. I didn’t care. I was already on my knees, staring at that big, thick cock thrusting from the dark curls of his bush, his heavy balls swaying beneath them. He had such stamina. His father was insatiable at this age. Once we were married, he would fuck me over and over, sometimes all night long.

But we never did all the naughty things I’d done with my sons. Anal sex. Blowjobs. Double penetration.

“Mmm, yes, let mommy take care of you,” I groaned, running my hands up and down his muscular thighs. “Let me clean off your whore-sister’s ass from your cock.”

He just smiled at me while his hands grabbed my hijab, pulling it off my head. My black hair spilled about my face. He ran his hands through the silky strands as I leaned in. I breathed in, smelling his salty precum mixing with the sour tang of my daughter’s asshole.

Such a depraved hunger shot through me. My tongue flicked out, swirling around the crown of his dick, tasting Leyla’s bowels on my son’s dick. He groaned, hand tightening in my hair. I caressed the tip, cleaning off my daughter’s ass. My hands squeezed his muscular thighs, loving how hairy they were, how strong he was.

“That’s it, Mom,” he groaned. “Just suck all of Leyla’s ass off of me. Mmm, you are a naughty mom.”

“A good mom,” I groaned. “One who loves her sons so much.”

He just grinned at me which turned into an open-mouth groan as my lips slid over his dick.

I shuddered, sucking at his dick, the sour flavor of ass swelling in my mouth. It was such a dirty taste, something so naughty. Heat rippled out of my pussy, my body quivering as I slurped on my son’s cock. My tongue danced about his shaft, working to clean off every bit.

I’d seen Clint’s women do this, sucking their ass off his dick. He’d fuck their mouths, make them swallow every inch of his shaft. Deep-throat him. My pussy clenched as I took more and more of my son’s cock, staring up at him and taking such motherly pride in the pleasure crossing his strong face.

“Damn, Mom,” he panted as his dick brushed the back of my throat. “You’re not going to do that? Svetlana doesn’t even do that.”

Svetlana was his American girlfriend, a whore who put out. She wasn’t good enough to marry my son, but she had holes for him to satiate his desires. Still, she should do this much for my son. Maybe I should talk to her.

I kept pressing my mouth down his cock. I relaxed my gullet, fighting my gag reflex. I coughed once then shivered as his dick slid down my esophagus. I sucked in breaths through my mouth, my throat stretched so open. It felt so weird, so wrong.

But the moans my son made caused me to shudder. So worth it.

“You are the best mom,” he groaned as my lips pressed into his thick pubic hair, my tongue caressing his sour shaft. “Damn, yes.”

I swallowed, massaging his dick with my throat. He groaned as I drew back my mouth, sucking so hard, polishing his dick. My tongue danced around his cock, searching for every bit of sour musk remaining. I wanted him so clean. I shuddered, my hands squeezing his thighs, my fingers wanting to attack my dripping pussy.

My cunt smoldered. A fire ready to erupt in my nethers. I sucked harder, bobbing my mouth, fucking his cock down my throat over and over. It went easier and easier. His chest rose and fell above me, muscles rippling as he savored the pleasure of his mother’s mouth.

“I’m going to cum so hard, Mom,” he groaned. “Shit. Just keep sucking and deep-throating me. You are such a great cock-sucker, Mom. Just the best.”

My pussy clenched.

My tongue danced around the crown of his dick before I slid my mouth down his shaft again. He groaned as I swallowed his cock once more. He worked down my gullet, my moans massaging his dick. Pleasure spilled across his face.

I sucked hard, sliding my mouth up his dick. The sour musk almost vanished, only the salty taste of his dick remained. And what a wonderful flavor that was. A heady wave washed through me. I felt so wicked. Such a naughty mother.

“Mom!” he grunted, my only warning.

Hot cum spurted into my mouth.

My son’s salty treat spilled into my mouth. I shuddered, the thick cream spilling around my mouth. I savored the flavor, another tremble racing through my body. I gulped down his jizz. It warmed down to my belly while my son groaned.

Such pleasure spilled across Faizel’s face. I gave him this rapture. My mouth. I excited him. He thought I was hot. Sexy. He grunted as he spilled the last blast of cum into my mouth. I swirled it around, loving the taste in my mouth, savoring it before I gulped it down.

“Damn, Mom,” he groaned, breathing heavily. “Just damn.”

I popped my mouth off his dick and rose. “Mmm, there, you’re all clean.”

“And what about you?” he asked, his hands seizing my hips. “I bet your pussy is on fire.”

“I was just helping out my son,” I said, shuddering as his hands slid up my body to cup my large breasts through my blouse and bra. “That’s all.”

He squeezed, brushing my hard nipples. “Mmm, right.”

He backed me to his bed, kneading my tits. I sank down on it. And he followed. Such a naughty boy. He knew he shouldn’t do this with his mother. I wasn’t a slut like Leyla. But he wanted me too badly to care. His fingers moved from my breasts to the buttons.

He worked them down.

“Mmm, do you like your mother’s tits?” I asked when he’d opened my blouse, exposing my dusky breasts cupped in a cream colored bra.

“Definitely,” he groaned, pushing the blouse off my shoulder. His hands moved behind my back as the top slipped down my arms. He found the clasp of my bra, unhooked it with skill. My breasts swayed as he pulled it off. “They’re amazing.”

His hands squeezed my naked tits, my brown nipples thrusting hard and fat. He pressed his face between them, nuzzling at the breasts he nursed at as a baby. I shuddered, his lips kissing and sucking at my inner slopes, face turning back and forth to love both my boobs.

“Do your friends ever talk about me?” I asked, his fingers rubbing my nipples as he enjoyed my tits, tingles racing down to my molten pussy.

“Oh, yes,” he grinned. “They think you’re a MILF. A—”

“Mother I’d Love to Fuck,” I purred. “I know the term. So they find me sexy?”

“Oh, yes, Mom,” he panted. “You got these big tits. You can’t hide them. Even in your conservative blouses. They all stare at them. And your ass. You have a great ass. You and Ms. Samuels are the two MILFs all the boys want to fuck. The hottest teachers at our college.”

“Both MILFs with big tits, huh?” I asked.

“Yeah,” he groaned, squeezing my soft breasts with those strong hands.

I shuddered as he sucked on my right nipple, his lips sealing about the nub. My body squirmed beneath him, the bed creaking. As he loved my tits, I remembered the way the boys in my class looked at me when I unbuttoned my blouse during my last lesson.

Especially Pete. He had that virgin vibe. And his parents were rich…

“Oh, Faizel, yes,” I moaned as my son nibbled on my nipple. “Mmm, such a good, strong boy. Yes, yes, you know how to treat your mother.”

His mouth popped off my nub, leaving it wet and glistening. “Yes, I do. I know just what you need.”

I groaned as he engulfed my left nipple. He sucked so hard, sending the pleasure straight down to my pussy. His hands stroked down my smooth belly to my skirt. He found the claps, loosening it. I lifted my ass, helping him push it down my thighs as he loved my breasts.

Then his hands found my panties.

His thumbs hooked the waistband. He peeled down the cream-colored satin. Cool air brushed my drenched bush. My pussy tingled. I squirmed, my snatch begging to be touched. My panties joined my skirt on the floor. His hands pushed my thighs apart.

He popped his mouth off my nipple, his eyes locked between my legs. On the pussy that birthed him. I licked my lips as my son leaned down and pressed his face into my black bush. I shuddered as my son licked through my pussy.

“So how does it feel having a mother all your friends want to fuck?” I asked as pleasure rushed through me.

His tongue dragged through the folds of my married cunt, flicking my clit as he stared up at me. “Makes me glad I get to fuck you.”

“You are such a bad son. That’s your father’s pussy you’re licking.”

“Yes, it is,” he said with such pride.

Then he licked my snatch again. My entire body quivered. The pleasure rushed through me as he ate my pussy with such gusto. When Leyla did it, she had a gentle lust. She hungered for my snatch, licked me hard, but she didn’t have this rough domination of my cunt. She didn’t try to own it the way her older brother did.

Faizel devoured my cunt like he owned my pussy. He swirled his tongue through my sheath, probing the hole that birthed him. Pleasure rushed through me. I drank it in, loving the incestuous delight of my son pleasing me. I gasped and moaned, humping against him as his nose rubbed against my clit.

“That’s it,” I groaned. “Ooh, yes, that’s how you thank your mother for everything she’s done.”

“You’ve done so much,” he groaned. “Like sucking my dick clean of my sister’s asshole.”

“Yes, yes, yes!” I shuddered, his tongue diving deep into my snatch, stirring through my folds. I was on fire from watching my son fuck my slut-daughter and then from sucking his dick clean of her ass. My orgasm swelled so fast. “Getting your dick clean to fuck pussy.”

“Your pussy,” he growled. “That’s why you did it.”

I shuddered, biting my lip. I wasn’t a slut. I wasn’t. “Just being a good mother.”

“And I’m being a good son.” He sucked on my clit. Hard.

My orgasm exploded through me. My pleasure squeaked through me. I gasped and shuddered. I humped against him as the rapture flooded through my body. My big tits heaved as the bed creaked beneath me. My thighs locked on his head, holding him in place as he sucked on my clit.

Then he jammed fingers into my convulsing snatch. My eyes rolled back into my head. I savored the pleasure of having my cunt eaten. A delight Karim never gave me, but one I’d learned to enjoy from my daughter.

And my son showed me such skill at it.

His fingers pumped in and out of my cumming snatch. My flesh spasmed about him, drinking in the friction of his plunging digits. His tongue flicked and battered my clit, the sparks setting off new explosions of orgasmic delight.

My son kept me cumming. He kept me gasping and moaning and heaving on the bed. He plundered my pussy, gave me such rapture. My mind boiled. I loved having my pussy licked. I gripped his curly hair, holding his face to my cunt.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I snarled. “Oh, my son is such a stud. I raised such a strong, young man! Oh, yes!”
He stared up at me with such hungry eyes. He needed something from me now.

“Fuck me,” I gasped as the pleasure raged through my body. “Fuck your mother with that big cock! Let Mommy’s pussy make you cum so hard!”

He grinned at me.

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Leyla Umayyah

I held my phone to my ear, trembling, waiting for my friend Kimmy to say something. My brothers’ cum leaked out of my pussy and asshole as I knelt on the living room floor. All the dazed euphoria of my many orgasm from taking both their dicks in my holes vanished, swallowed by the fear that I’d ruined my friendship with the blonde girl on the other end of the line.

Today, after servicing my first customer, President Carver, I found my friend Kimmy waiting for me in hall outside my mom’s classroom. She was shocked my mom had whored me out. And, in a fit of sluttish lust, I took advantage of my friend. I kissed her. I fingered her pussy. I made her cum so hard.

But when I wanted her to return the favor to my slutty cunt, she freaked out and fled.

I’d been nervous all day that I ruined our friendship. She was such an innocent girl. As close as an American girl could get to being a good, Muslim woman. She dressed modestly, except she left her blonde hair uncovered, and was a virgin. She’d never done anything sexual with someone until I molested her nineteen-year-old cunt in the bathroom at our college today.

“Kimmy, say something,” I said.

“Leyla, I…” Her voice was quiet, almost strangled. “I… Just wanted to…”

“It’s okay. You can say it.” I took a deep breath, bracing myself for the condemnation, for the anger and betrayed hurt.

“I want to apologize.”

I blinked. “For what?”

“For…you know.”

I shook my head, utterly baffled. “I really, really don’t know, Kimmy. I was the one that kissed you. Fingered you. I should be apologizing. I shouldn’t have done that.”

“No, no,” she said quickly. “I…I liked that. A lot. I…I never came before. Not even when I…I touched myself.”

“You masturbate?” I asked. “But you never cum?”

“I would feel good, but…nothing like what we did. None of those fireworks.” She swallowed. “I knew you needed me to…to do the same to you. I should have… But I was so confused. We’re both girls. And I like boys and… I just freaked out. I should have… I should have made you cum, too. I’m sorry.”

“You don’t have to be,” I said. “Really. It’s fine. You were scared. That’s okay. I’m just glad we can still be friends.”

“Of course.” I could hear the smile in Kimmy’s face. I pictured her beaming as she sat on her bed, surrounded by her stuffed animals, braces glinting on her teeth. “We’ll always be friends. Me, you, Izzy, and Kendra. Best friends forever.”

“Forever,” I said, sighing. I leaned back against the couch, spreading my thighs apart. I stared down at my shaved twat, my younger brother’s cum staining my flushed vulva. My finger rubbed at the jizz, drawing milky patterns across my pudenda. “So you don’t mind that I’m a slut?”

“No, no.” She paused. “In fact… I kind think it’s…it’s hot.”

“Really?” I asked, forming a little heart out of cum, the pearly jizz drying on my skin.

“Yeah. I mean… You fucked your brother Faizel at college today.” Something breathy had entered her voice, her words coming out quicker. “I couldn’t stop thinking about that all day.”

“Ooh, so you want to fuck that hunky brother of yours?” I asked, my finger sliding down to my clit. I rubbed my little nub, sparks shooting through my body. Carter was cute.

“Not my brother.” She sounded hesitant again.

“Well, who?” I so wanted to know. My finger danced faster on my clit, my pussy clenching, more of Jalal’s cum pouring out of my cunt. I squirmed on the wet spot made of my brothers’ combined jizz leaking out of my holes. “You can tell me. I’ve fucked both my brothers, my dad, and the president of my college. Nothing you can admit that would shock me.”

“It’s my dad.” She let out a girlish squeal of excitement. “He’s just so sexy. I think about him all the time.”

“Ooh, I bet. Having sex with my dad is amazing. It’s my favorite.” I trembled. “I just feel so close with my dad. Like it’s so special that we’re having sex.”

“I want that!” Kimmy said. “I want to be a slut just like you. But I don’t know how to do it. How to have sex with my dad. How’d you do it?”

“My mom trained me.” My eyes widened. “I just had the most amazing idea. Let me talk to her. I bet she can train you, too. Help you fuck your dad.”

“Really?”

“Really.”

I winced at the shriek from my friend. I pulled my phone from my ear as her girlish excitement, and incestuous lust, burst out of her. I couldn’t help smiling. I would help my friend discover her inner slut. Just like mom did for me.

“Okay, let me talk to her. I’ll let you know what’s going on.”

“Yes, yes,” Kimmy said. “Oh, Leyla, you are the greatest friend ever. I could just kiss you.”

“Oh, I’ll hold you to that,” I told her. “Kiss me. Finger me. Lick my pussy. I want to feel those braces on my twat.”

“Deal,” she said. “I would gladly lick your pussy all day if it meant I could make love with my daddy!”

“You will. No guy can resist a slut. I’ll talk to you later.”

“Bye!”

I wanted to keep masturbating as I ended the call, but I was so excited. I hoped to my feet, my round breasts jiggling before me. Cum trickled down my thighs, leaking out of both holes. I loved it, feeling like just such a slut. I gripped my phone in hand, my pussy on fire, and then wondered where my mom was.

Not in the kitchen. I didn’t hear any sounds of dinner being started. She must be upstairs.

I took the stairs two at a time. Just as I reached the top, I heard a woman moaning. Panting. I froze, blinking. I looked down the hallway. Faizel’s door was cracked open. The sounds bled out of there. Did he have Svetlana in there? Had his girlfriend come over while I was out of it recovering from my orgasms?

“Fuck me,” the unmistakable sound of my mother’s voice said. “Fuck your mother with that big cock! Let Mommy’s pussy make you cum so hard!”

Confusion struck me. I padded down the hallways, reaching the door. I pushed it open, seeing my mom lying on her back naked, her big tits heaving. Faizel rose from between her thighs, his mouth and chin smeared with her pussy juices. His big cock thrust before him. He crawled up her body, his dick swaying. Her hand grabbed his shaft, guiding it to her dark bush with greedy excitement.

Why was Mom fucking Faizel? I was available if my brother needed more satisfaction. I was just downstairs. He could have rammed his dick into my pussy or I could have sucked on him. Or he could even have enjoyed my asshole again.

I liked it when he fucked me in the asshole while I rode Jalal’s cock.

But why was mom doing this? She rubbed his cock up and down her pussy like I would. Like a slut would. Was she…?

My hand drifted down my stomach to my clit. I rubbed it again, watching as Faizel rammed his cock into our mother’s cunt. Her body shuddered, her big tits jiggling as she took his dick to the hilt, pulling him down for an incestuous kiss.

As I frigged my clit, my fingers moved on my phone, almost on their own, opening up the camera app, hitting record.

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Mrs. Umayyah

I kissed my son so hard as his dick filled me. He felt so amazing in me. His cock spread me open, gave my pussy the relief it had craved all day. Masturbating while watching President Carver fuck my daughter and then my two sons using her holes hadn’t been enough. I came, more than once, but this is what I needed.

A hard shaft in my pussy pumping away.

The bed creaked as he pounded my pussy. My son plunged over and over into me. Such an incestuous thrill shot through me to feel him in me again. He belonged in my cunt. My thighs locked around him, my hips undulating, pumping away, meeting his thrusts.

Waves of pleasure rippled through my body. They spilled through me, leaving me gasping and groaning. My eyes rolled back into my head, stars dancing through my vision. My clit savored his pubic bone slapping into my crotch every time he buried into me, his balls heavy as they thwacked into my taint.

I loved it.

My body drank in his youthful passion.

His strong chest crushed my breasts.

Faizel broke the kiss. “That’s what you need, Mom.”

“Yes,” I groaned. “Oh, yes, Faizel, fuck your mother. Mmm, you need to cum so badly, don’t you? Just dump your jizz into me.”

“Yes, yes, yes,” he growled, thrusting harder and harder. His balls smacked so hard into me, full of that incestuous seed I wanted to feel spurting inside of me. “Damn, Mom, you have such a hot, tight cunt.”

“And you have such a big cock.” My snatch clenched down on his dick. “Oh, yes, I raised a hung son!”

Motherly pride met incestuous pleasure. They swirled together inside of me. Delight spilled through me, rippling through my body with every thrust of his dick into my depths. He grunted, groaned, staring down at me with such lust.

Yes, young men wanted me. I was a MILF. A mother they wanted to fuck. And they had such energy. They thrust so hard. My fingernails clawed at his back as he hammered me. His dick pumped away into my silky hole, the friction burning so hard, leaving me dizzy with euphoria.

My neck arched, my vision dancing around the room and—

“Leyla!” I gasped; my slut-daughter was masturbating in the doorway while peering in at us. “Oh, Leyla, yes, watch. This is how a slut fucks a stud. Mmm, come closer. Get a good view.”

“Yes, Mother,” my daughter said, so submissive.

She pushed the door open, her cell phone clenched in her left hand, her right frigging away at her clit. Probably texting her friend while masturbating. She couldn’t do anything without her phone at least in her pocket.

But I didn’t care right now. Not when my eldest son fucked my pussy so hard. Nor with my daughter watching, her dark eyes staring at the meeting of incestuous flesh, mother and son coming together in forbidden union. It made me feel even more wanton. Her firm, youthful breasts jiggled as she frigged her clit, little whimpers escaping her lips.

“Yes, yes, just watch your brother fuck me hard!” I groaned. “See how I’m holding him. How I’m pumping away with my hips. How I moan. You have to moan. They have to know they’re giving you pleasure. It makes them feel like they’re studs. And your brother is such a stud! He’s fucking me so hard. I love it!”

“You love it?” Leyla asked, her eyes so wide.

“Don’t you love it?” I groaned.

“I’m a slut.”

“Yes, you are,” I panted, my snatch tightening on her brother’s dick, pleasure rippling through me. “Such a naughty whore. You’re going to make Mommy so much money.”

“Uh-huh,” she purred, rubbing her clit faster.

Faizel kissed and nuzzled at my neck as he fucked me. He rammed that amazing dick so hard into me. I clutched his muscular body to me, drinking in my daughter’s presence. She watched, learning new ways to please her clients. She would be the best whore. Such a good earner.

Her hand gripped her phone so tight as she masturbated. She slipped two of her fingers into her shaved snatch, Jalal’s cum leaking out around her digits. She rubbed the heel of her hand into her clit, grinding against her bud as she fucked her twat.

She got off on watching her brother fuck her mother. Just like a slut should.

My orgasm swelled faster and faster with her watching. I kept staring at her youthful titties. Those young boobs all the male teachers would pay so much for. They would slobber over them, pawing them, before they fucked her barely legal cunt.

I would make so much money.

“Oh, yes!” I groaned, my orgasm swelling faster and faster. “Faizel! I’m going to cum!”

“Yes,” he grunted. “Cum on my dick, Mom. Milk it. Milk out all my cum into your cunt. Then Leyla can lick you clean.”

“Yes!” whimpered my daughter, her entire body trembling, her fingers squelching as they plunged into her sloppy snatch. “I will, Mother!”

The little slut came saying those words. I could see it in the way her body convulsed, the way she whimpered. Such pleasure crossed my daughter’s face, her tongue dancing across her lips. She hungered to lick my pussy clean of Faizel’s cum.

His dick plunged into my snatch. The friction burned hot through me. His pubic bone mashed into my clit.

Sparks exploded.

My pussy convulsed about his dick.

I bucked and spasmed beneath my son. Euphoric rapture surged through me. He groaned, driving his cock into my cunt’s milking embrace. Every thrust sent more waves washing through me, drowning my mind in ecstasy.

“Cum in me!” I gasped. “Cum in your mother!”

“Yes!” he grunted and buried into me.

His cum spurted hot into my depths. I savored the incestuous thrill, staring at my daughter as her brother filled me to the hilt with jizz. So many yummy drops of spunk for her to lick out of me. More orgasms for my body to enjoy.

I loved having a slut for a daughter.

“Ooh, there’s so much for you to enjoy,” I panted, my orgasm peaking through me. Faizel grunted, his dick spurting a final time. “You’re going to feast on me.”

“I am, Mother!” she whimpered, breasts jiggling as her orgasm died down in her. She pulled out her fingers, bringing them to her mouth, licking off her own cream and Jalal’s cum.

I shuddered again as my son panted atop me. I savored his weight on me. I stared at my daughter, noticed her shifting her hips. She looked like she wanted to ask me something. She must have come looking for me for a reason then lost control of her slutty pussy when she found me satiating her brother in her place.

“Did you need something?” I asked.

She flicked her eyes to Faizel. “Can we talk, Mother?”

“Of course, of course,” I said, pushing on my son. He rolled off of me, bringing a whimper from my lips as his dick popped out of my pussy. I clamped a hand over my snatch, trapping in all that yummy cum for my daughter to enjoy. “I always have time to talk to my good, little slut.”

I could tell by the gleam in her eyes that she liked being referred to in that way. Her back straightened, thrusting out those firm, youthful breasts of hers. They bounced and jiggled, her nipples so hard atop them.

I fought the urge to bend over and suck on the nub. So instead I just grabbed one between my thumb and forefinger, tugging on it. I turned her around and led her out of her brother’s room. I loved leading her like this.

Faizel grabbed his phone, texting on it, a big smile on his face. His eyes flicked up to me, smoldering with the promise of more pleasure to cum. My pussy tingled in delight. I tugged harder on my daughter’s nipple as I fought such a wanton moan.

As I led my compliant daughter down the hallway, I wondered what she needed to talk to me about. Did she have qualms about being a whore? No, no, she loved it. I could see it in her eyes. She was proud to help her family out by using her body and…

What if she told her father?

“I hope you will be discreet about your prostitution,” I told her as I led her into my bedroom.

“Discreet?”

“With your father.” I twisted her nipple. “He doesn’t need to know just how much of a slut you are. He’s already ashamed enough that you’re a little whore without knowing you’re selling your body to other men.”

“But… Doesn’t he want to know how I’m helping the family?”

“He wouldn’t accept the money if he knew how you earned it.” I rolled her nipple between my fingers. “But don’t worry, I know how to explain the new money to him. So you don’t need to worry one bit. Just another secret to keep from him.”

“Like when you have sex with my brothers?”

I gave her a look. “That’s just me helping out my sons while you’re busy.”

“But I was downstairs and—” Leyla sucked in a pain-filled breath as I pinched her nipple hard.

“You were recovering from your orgasms. I didn’t want to push you. I was concerned about you, but Faizel needed satisfaction. You turned him on so much. You’re too much of a whore for your own good, okay?” I gave her a smile. “I love my little slut.” I leaned in and gave her a quick kiss on the mouth. “Now, what did you need?”

I let go of her nipple and spread out on the bed, my left hand still clamped over my pussy. I parted my thighs and smiled as she slipped between my legs, setting her phone on the bed beside her. She leaned down, black hair sweeping about her youthful face.

“My friend Kimmy called,” she said as I lifted my hand so she could feast on my pussy.

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Leyla Umayyah

I took my first lick through my mom’s pussy. Her explanation about why she was with my older brother sounded so believable. But there was something about how…enthusiastic she was with Faizel. She wasn’t just doing it as a chore. She enjoyed my brother fucking her.

But shouldn’t she only want Dad to fuck her?

Her tangy pussy juices and Faizel’s salty cum stained my tongue as I stared up at her. She shuddered as I took another lick. The two flavors burst to life on my tongue. A naughty thrill shot down to my pussy, growing another whorish itch in me.

“And what did Kimmy want?” Mom asked, her hips shaking.

Between licks of her yummy pussy, I told her about the conversation. Mom drank in my words, and the delight of my tongue dragging through the folds of her pussy. She shuddered, hands playing with her stomach, her big boobs jiggling. More and more cum leaked out of her pussy as I spoke, forcing me to lap it up before I could continue.

I loved the flavor so much. My mom’s pussy and my brother’s jizz. Such a wrong, incestuous delight. Something no daughter should experience in a perfect world but one I was so glad to enjoy. I was a slut.

And the perks were so delicious.

“That’s very interesting,” Mom said when I finished telling her about my conversation with Kimmy.

“Uh-huh,” I purred, pressing my face into the folds of her snatch, her thick bush tickling my cheeks and nose. I loved the feeling.

I licked and nuzzled. Mom groaned, her hands sliding faster on her stomach, rubbing her smooth, dusky-brown skin. I stared at her jiggling breasts, loving the way they moved and rippled, her dark nipples swaying at the top. I reached up her body, grasping both her boobs, massaging them as I feasted on her creampie.

My tongue wiggled into the depths of her pussy, swirling around. I scooped up more of my older brother’s cum out of Mom’s snatch. Salty cum infused with tangy pussy cream. My own juices poured down my thighs, my twat growing hotter and hotter with every lick.

“Very interesting,” Mom said, her hands cupping mine, pressing them into her boobs. Her pillowy flesh spilled over my fingers as she guided my hands, moving them around her tits.

To her hard nipples.

“Having another slut would help us make more money,” Mom mused, her hips grinding against my pussy. “And her father has money. He would make a very good client.” My mom shuddered. “Ooh, isn’t it so hot having a man pay to fuck his own daughter?”

“Uh-huh,” I moaned into her snatch.

My pussy grew hotter and hotter. I wanted to pull my hands away from Mom’s boobs, but she held them in place, massaging them into her tits, rubbing my palms into her fat nipples. The hard nubs rubbed on my skin as she squirmed, grinding her snatch on my face.

I licked faster through her snatch. I gathered up the last drops of my brother’s spunk, leaving only tangy pussy juices to enjoy. Good thing I loved hot snatch. I fluttered my tongue through my mom’s pussy, rubbing my nose against her clit.

She moaned, her tits rising and falling faster and faster beneath her hands. Her excitement built and built. Her dark eyes smoldered, staring down at me as I feasted on her incestuous cunt. A smile played on her lips.

“Ooh, I have the perfect idea,” she groaned, her pussy growing hotter on my mouth.

“What?” I asked, my cunt tightening, aching to be touched. A tremble raced through my body as I waited to hear.

“Maybe Kimmy should invite you over for a slumber party on Friday night.” Mom squeezed my hands tight into her tits, her fingernails biting into the back of my hand.

“Okay,” I panted then fluttered my tongue through her snatch again, making her squirm and groan.

“Her mom’s out of town this weekend, right?” she asked. “A business trip.”

I nodded my head, smearing my mouth through my mom’s pussy.

“So it’ll just be you two girls and her father.”

“What about her brother?” I asked. “He might be around.”

“On a Friday night? I bet he’ll find something to keep himself occupied.” Mom smiled broadly. “Maybe Faizel can help us out. Hook him up with some pussy or something. I have Carter in one of my classes. He’s cute. Girls will be fawning over him.”

“Okay,” I said. Mom humped harder and harder against me, her excitement building.

“I’ll drop you off and proposition her father. I’ll show him the video of you fucking your brothers and then make him think it’s you he’s fucking that night while Kimmy’s “asleep.” But you’ll need to blindfold him. Then Kimmy can slip in and ride him instead.”

“Oh, Mom, that’s hot,” I moaned then sucked on her clit.

“It is,” she moaned, squeezing her hands tight about my tits. Her body shuddered beneath me. “So hot! It’ll be one wild night for everyone!”

She smeared her pussy across my mouth. Her juices flooded out, tangy and wonderful. She quivered in orgasmic delight. I lapped up her flood, my hips wiggling as the itch built and built in my own snatch.

I wanted to cum so badly. I had to masturbate. I tried to pull my hands from Mom’s tits, but she kept them pinned in place as she shuddered through her orgasm, smearing her snatch against my face, bathing me in her incestuous cream.

“Mmm,” she whimpered. “Oh, my little slut is such a good pussy licker.” Her eyes flicked down at me. “And you have a hot cunt, don’t you?”

“I do, Mother,” I whimpered, jerking harder to get my hands free.

“Mmm, why don’t we sixty-nine? Let your mother take care of that hot pussy. Even slut-daughters need their mother’s love.”

I hesitated. She must have enjoyed licking my pussy earlier if she wanted to eat it again. My mother was a slut. What should I do about that? It would hurt Dad so much to learn the truth. Should I keep it from him?

I moved even as my thoughts were conflicted. I straddled my mom’s face. Her hands seized my firm ass, pulling me down to her mouth. She nuzzled against my pussy as my dangling, black hair brushed her thighs.

“Mmm, some of your brother’s cum is still in your snatch,” she purred right before she licked me.

I shuddered, her tongue dancing through my folds. I whimpered, leaning my mouth down to her pussy. I pressed into her folds again, licking her with delight as pleasure flooded through my body. I didn’t know what to do about Mom being a slut instead of a good woman.

But right now, I couldn’t think about it. Not with that delight rippling out of my cunt. I whimpered into her snatch as my mom’s tongue fluttered into my pussy. She swirled around, rooting out Jalal’s cum, savoring my baby brother’s jizz.

“Oh, that’s good,” she groaned, her fingers kneading my ass, pulling me tight against her body.

Her big breasts rubbed on my stomach. My smaller tits pressed into hers. I shuddered atop her, squirming, grinding my shaved snatch on her mouth as I feasted on her tangy muff. Our tongues danced through each other’s pussy, pleasing each other, reveling in lesbian incest.

I lapped from her clit through her folds over and over. My fingers reached around to pull apart her labia, exposing her pink depths. I buried my tongue into her delights, soaking it in her tangy cream, making her whimper into my pussy.

“Such a slutty daughter,” she moaned, her fingers sliding into my butt-crack. She found my asshole, stroking it. “Mmm, you’re going to make Mommy so much money.”

“I am,” I groaned. “Me and Kimmy will..”

“And maybe your other friends, too.”

“Yes, Mother.”

Her finger jabbed into my asshole. Her mouth latched onto my clit. She sucked hard. Such pleasure surged through me. My slutty cunt drank in the sensations, my whorish bowels savoring her finger pumping in and out.

My orgasm swept through me, a naughty tsunami of euphoria. I moaned into her pussy, squirming and bucking atop her as I drowned in ecstasy. I kept licking her, making her moan about my clit. We licked and devoured each other.

Mother and daughter. Two naughty sluts needing our pussies pleasured.

I kept licking her. So long as we were coming, I didn’t have to think about what that meant, what I should do. My eyes flicked to my phone as Mom quivered beneath me, her tangy pussy juices flooding my mouth once more.

I concentrated on her clit. It was easier just devouring her cunt and letting her finger my asshole.

To be continued…

Cassandra is caught fucking her MILF lover by the other girls of the slumberparty. Seeing her newly grown girl-dick, their game of Truth or Dare turns naughty!

Lana’s accusation echoed up the stairs to the second floor where I was. Her mother’s pussy clenched on my futa-dick. I groaned, trembling, staring down at my best friend as she stared up at me, the other nineteen-year-old girls attending her slumber party arranged around her at the stair’s vase. They were all only wearing bras and panties, their eyes wide at seeing my naked body pressed against busty Mrs. Teller’s equally naked flesh.

“I…” I sputtered.

“Honey,” Mrs. Teller said, squirming, her pussy swimming with a fresh load of my girl-cum. I had just fucked her hard. We had lost such control, surrendering to our lust for each other. The married MILF desired my big, huge girl cock that sprouted from my clit apparently only at night. The moment the sun set, it grew while I was in the middle the of playing Truth or Dare with my friends.

“You’re cheating on Dad with my best friend!” Lana gasped. “With a girl!”

“Well…” Mrs. Teller said, squirming, her pussy stirring on my dick. My nipples, topping my round breasts, throbbed, her fatter nubs bushing them. “It’s not that…simple. I have…needs.”

“Because you’re a dyke!”

“Now, honey,” Mrs. Teller gasped. “That’s not accurate. There’s…”

“Lana,” I said, pulling away from her mother, my huge girl-cock popping out of the MILF’s pussy. My eyes widened as it swayed before me, dripping in her mother’s juices, and revealed to all my friends.

Their jaws dropped.

“Oh, wow,” Marissa said, her brown eyes widening. “That’s…”

“You have a cock,” sputtered Rosa. Then the Hispanic girl’s jaw dropped.

“That’s… What… Not…” stammered blonde Becky, the cheerleader’s big boobs shaking in her lacy bra. Her tits were almost as large as Mrs. Teller’s.

“And there’s cum leaking out of your mother’s pussy,” Theresa said, glancing at Lana.

My friend, a younger version of her mother, just shook her head in shock, her blonde hair swaying about her shoulders. She didn’t have Mrs. Teller’s mature beauty, but she had its promise. Her breasts could ripen larger, and she had curving hips.

My dick throbbed beneath my friend’s scrutiny.

“How?” Kelly asked. She pursed her plump lips then licked them.

“Futanari,” breathed Mei, our Chinese friend. She was short, petite, her slanted eyes wide. “That’s a Japanese fetish. Girls who grow dicks. She had to grow it. Futanari.”

“How?” Kelly repeated.

“Well,” Marrissa said, taking a deep breath. “It’s your turn, Kelly.”

“Her turn?” Lana asked, shaking her head, trying to wrench her gaze from my dick.

“For Truth or Dare,” Marissa said. “It’s Kelly’s turn. She told us all about masturbating to Brian this afternoon.”

Kelly’s cheeks pinked.

“So she gets to choose.” Marissa nudged Kelly. “Well?”

“We’re not still playing,” Lana spluttered. “Cassandra just fucked my mom with her…her…”

“Big futa-cock,” Mei said, heat in her voice.

My pussy clenched. A tremble shot through me, reaching the end of my throbbing dick. I shifted my hips, my shaft swaying before me. I took a deep breath, my heart racing, and nodded my head, descending the stairs. “Yeah, we’re still playing.”

“But…but…” Lana said.

Becky just shook her head in disbelief. “This is impossible. Did you spike the drink, Rosa?”

“No,” she answered, equally breathy.

“Coming, Mrs. Teller?” Marissa asked.

“Me?” my MILF lover squeaked.

“Well, I think you’re playing now,” Mei giggled. “I think we all have questions for you, too.”

“My mom,” gasped Lana as I reached the base of the stairs. All the girls, even my best friend, were staring at my cock.

“Yeah, your Mom,” Rosa said. “She’s cool. I mean, she fucked Cassandra.”

“Yeah, that cock’s huge. Bigger than Derrick’s,” Kelly said. “I don’t even think I could wrap my lips around it.”

“You sucked Derrick’s cock?” Theresa asked.

“It’s not your turn,” Kelly said. “It’s my turn. Well, Mrs. Teller?”

I looked up at my lover and smiled at her, holding out my hand. Mrs. Teller took a deep breath, then she descended the stairs. They creaked as her boobs bounced. Cum ran down her thighs. My girl-cum. It made my dick throb even harder. She took my hand when she reached the bottom. I pulled her close to me and gave her a kiss on the mouth.

The other girls “ooohhhhed” at us and giggled. Well, maybe not Lana. She was still wild eyed, staring at me kissing her mother, my girl-dick pressed into her mother’s stomach. Mrs. Teller kissed me back just as hard, her tongue meeting mine.

I made my wish, and she was mine. She loved me, just like I loved her.

I broke the kiss and we walked arm in arm after the other girls. Lana stumbled, but the other girls giggled as we reached the living room. Mrs. Teller and I cuddled on the loveseat while the other girls sat on the floor in a circle facing us. Lana hugged herself, her eyes kept glancing at her naked mother and me.

“Okay,” I grinned, my dick aching beneath the attention of my friends. They were all so sexy.

“Truth or Dare, Cassandra,” Kelly said.

I always chose dare. I never wanted my friends, especially Lana, to know that I was gay and had the hots for Mrs. Teller. But now… “Truth.”

“There’s a first,” Rosa laughed.

“How did you become a…?” Kelly glanced at Mei.

“Futanari.”

Kelly nodded. “How did you become a futanari?”

“Well, there was this futa-fairy, and she wrote me a letter—”

“That weird thing that arrived yesterday,” Lana interrupted. “The one talking about your desire for an older lover. It was talking about my mom? You had the hots for my mom?”

“No shit,” Theresa said, rolling her eyes. “Didn’t you see the end of their fucking?”

I blushed and Mrs. Teller shifted.

“Well, yes, I’ve had a crush on your mom for a few years.” I took a deep breath. “I’m gay.”

“We know,” Marissa said. “Most of us figured it out already.”

“I didn’t,” muttered Lana.

I explained about the letter and the dream, how Leanan Sidhe appeared before me and fucked me. She had transformed me. They all leaned forward as I described the futa’s big dick sliding in and out of my pussy, how hard I came on it, then waking up with my own cock and cumming on Mrs. Teller’s face. I told them how the MILF lost all control, fucking me, cumming so hard.

“She said it had been so long since she came on a dick,” I told them.

“Mom?” Lana’s voice trembled. “Are you and Dad…?”

“We’re having…issues,” she admitted. “For some time.”

“Oh,” Lana said, squirming.

I told them how my cock vanished at sunrise, then how it reappeared in the middle of Truth or Dare when the sun set. That was why I fled, racing upstairs and right into the arms of Mrs. Teller. She surrendered to me again.

“And you saw the results,” I finished.

“You two were screaming so loud,” giggled Theresa, her gorgeous legs stretched out before her. She had the best legs of all my friends. “It was hot.”

“Super hot,” agreed Kelly, nodding her head.

Becky grinned.

“Well, it’s your turn, Cassandra,” Mei said, her eyes sparkling.

I glanced at the Chinese girl. “Mei, Truth or Dare.”

“Dare!” she said, leaning forward, pale-olive cheeks dark with excitement, her nipples tenting her lilac bra.

“I dare you to…” I swallowed, then quickly said, “Kiss the tip of my dick.”

“Oooh,” the other girls cheered while my dick twitched.

Mei licked her lips. Then she crawled to me. I trembled, glancing at Mrs. Teller. Her blue eyes were wild with excitement. She gave me a supportive, understanding nod while her pillowy breast rubbed against mine as she snuggled closer.

“Enjoy,” she whispered into my ear.

Older lovers were awesome. I loved my MILF so much.

And then Mei reached me, her silky, black hair brushing my naked thighs as she leaned her head down. Her lips nuzzled against the crown of my dick. I expected a quick peck, but her lips lingered, moving, her tongue brushing the slit like she was French kissing my girl-cock.

I shuddered, pleasure rippling down my shaft. She moaned as she kissed it. her lips widened, taking more and more of it until she was sucking on the spongy crown, her tongue swirling around my dick.

“Oh, wow,” groaned Becky.

“She didn’t dare you to blow her cock,” Lana said, acting hostile. “Just kiss it. Come on. We’re still playing.”

“Jealous?” asked Mei, lifting her lips. She licked them. “Your mother’s pussy tastes delicious.”

Lana shivered.

“Have you eaten pussy before?” Kelly gasped, staring at Mei.

“Not your turn.” The Chinese girl grinned at me. “It’s mine. Cassandra, Truth or Dare.”

“Dare,” I said without hesitation.

“I dare you to scoop your cum out of your lover’s pussy and eat it,” Mei grinned, leaning back.

“Oh, wow, this is getting hot,” Becky said then reached behind her and unhooked her bra, her large tits bouncing out. They were gorgeous. She was the most popular girl on our college’s cheer squad because of those tits.

“Yeah,” Marrissa agreed, then she freed her round breasts.

The other girls, except Lana, followed as I ran my finger through Mrs. Teller’s pussy. She shuddered as I scooped up a glob of my cum soaked in her pussy juices. I stared out at my friends, savoring their naked breasts, each different shapes and sizes but all so yummy. My pussy clenched and dick throbbed as I brought the cum to my lips, sucking it off my finger.

It was delicious. Salty cum mixed with tangy pussy juices. I shivered, my cheeks hollowing as I sucked off every drop. I popped my fingers out, a hot shudder running through my body. My friends all leaned forward, eager for me to choose the next person.

But which one.

I glanced at Lana, her arms crossed so tight, her thighs pressed together. Her cheeks were flushed and her nipples tented her bra. I bet she had a hot pussy, too. But this was all so weird to her. Her mother was cuddled naked beside me.

“Becky, Truth or Dare.”

“Dare, of course,” Becky said, her blue eyes twinkling.

I stared at those big boobs. “I dare you to give me a titty fuck.”

“A what?” Lana asked.

“Something that’s a lot of fun for the guy, honey,” Mrs. Teller said. “Or the futanari.”

Becky cupped her tits. She appeared familiar with the concept. She crawled over on her knees, her fingers sinking into her pillowy tits. I shuddered, Mrs. Teller leaning over, nibbling on my ear, sending wicked shudders through me as everyone watched us.

Becky reached me. I spread my thighs wide, giving her access. She grinned at my hard cock rising out of my shaved pussy lips, a fiery landing strip leading right to my dick. My pussy clenched as she wrapped her pillowy tits around my shaft, still dripping in the MILF’s pussy juices.

I groaned as Becky slid her tits up and down my dick, masturbating my cock with those pillowy mounds. They were so soft yet firm. She squeezed them tight, her nipples rubbing into my stomach as she worked them faster and faster, stimulating the tip.

“Oh, that’s good,” I groaned, the pleasure racing down to my pussy.

“So you like big boobs?” giggled Kelly, glancing at Mrs. Teller’s large tits.

“Maybe,” I groaned, the MILF’s tongue still caressing my ear.

“How is it?” the MILF whispered. “How are her big tits?”

“Amazing,” I moaned, my pussy clenching, the pleasure rippling through my body.

“I bet you can’t wait for my tits to slide up and down your big, thick futa-cock.”

My eyes widened, my dick throbbing between Becky’s tits. “Really?”

“Really, honey,” she purred before kissing me hard on the mouth, her tongue thrusting past my lips.

I groaned, loving it. I trembled, kissing her back so hard, our tongues fencing as I squirmed. She was so sexy. Her mouth so hot on mine. I trembled, the pleasure racing through me. This was so hot. And they all watched me.

Including Mrs. Teller’s daughter.

Heavy breathing grew louder as the watching girls squirmed. Their hands rubbed on their naked thighs, growing nearer and nearer to their pussies as they grew hotter and hotter. Kelly was the first to slip her hand into her panties, frigging her pussy.

But the others followed. Even Lana.

I broke the kiss, moaning, “Oh, that’s sooooo good, Becky. Your tits are amazing.”

“Thanks,” she grinned, staring up at me.

I looked at Lana. “I can’t wait for Mrs. Teller to give me a titty fuck. We’re going to do everything together.”

“Everything,” the MILF moaned while Lana shuddered, her panties bulging as she furiously fingered her pussy, soft moans escaping her lips.

“I love you, Mrs. Teller.”

“Alessa,” she purred. “I think you can call me by my first name.”

“But isn’t it naughtier when I call you Mrs. Teller?” I grinned.

She laughed, so rich and warm. “Oh, Cassandra, you are a treasure. I think I do love you.”

Then she kissed me hard.

My cock ached and throbbed between Becky’s wonderful tits. They slid up and down faster and faster. My body squirmed, the heat burning in my pussy. Juices leaked out, forming a wet spot on the loveseat as I kissed my MILF so hard, my right hand reaching across my body to fondle her breast.

I had her. It was wonderful.

I moaned as my cock erupted. Cum fired from my dick. The pleasure rushed through my body as jizz splattered Becky in the face. She gasped in shock, then opened her lips, letting my cum fire into her mouth. I shuddered, more and more spunk shooting from my dick.

“That’s so much,” Marissa gasped.

“Wow, you’re hosing Becky,” Mei moaned.

Kelly moaned, licking her lush lips.

I broke the kiss with Mrs. Teller. “I am. Oh, Becky, that was such a hot dare. Oh, it was perfect.”

“Uh-huh,” she moaned as I squirmed, my body buzzing with pleasure, cum dripping from her face. The final blast squirted from my cock, splattering across her forehead and running down then matting into her eyebrows. “Oh, wow, that was hot. And you’re still hard.”

“Futanari,” Mei said, nodding as she shuddered, frigging herself.

“Oh, it was so sexy,” Kelly moaned, spasming, cumming, too, on her fingers. “Sooooo fucking hot!”

“Well?” Rosa asked, her panties pulled to the side so she could frig her shaved pussy, her pink lips wrapped tight about a pair of fingers. “Who are you choosing, Cassandra?”

“You,” I grinned. “Rosa, Truth or Dare?”

“Dare!” she moaned, shivering.

“I dare you to lick my cum off Becky’s face.”

“Yes, yes, yes,” Rosa moaned, bucking, cumming on her fingers, her round, golden-brown tits heaving.

“Let me help you out,” Becky purred, crawling across the living room to the spasming Hispanic girl. “You look busy.”

“Super busy!”

Rosa’s eyes fluttered as Becky reached her. The cumming Hispanic girl leaned over, her tongue licking up my cum dribbling down the White girl’s cheeks. Rosa moaned, scooping up more and more of my jizz, questing across Becky’s face.

“That is so hot,” moaned Mrs. Teller, nibbling on my ear again. “That’s your girl-cum on her face.”

“Yeah,” I grinned.

Then Becky and Rosa were kissing, tongues swapping my cum back and forth. Marissa and Mei both shuddered, cumming as they watched, their bodies heaving, Mei’s small, firm tits hardly jiggling as she writhed.

“They’re snowballing your cum, Cassandra,” Lana moaned, frigging her pussy. “Oh, wow. Oh, my god, that’s…”

“Hot?” I asked.

“Yes!” my blonde friend moaned, shuddering, cumming on her fingers. Her body thrashed.

I licked my lips as Rosa and Becky broke their kiss. Rosa panted, breathing heavily as she looked around the room, her eyes glossy with lust. She looked around, spotting Marissa giving her a hungry look, and gasped, “Marissa, Truth or Dare?”

“Dare!” Marissa said.

“I dare you to impale your pussy on Cassandra’s cock for a whole minute. No fucking, just experiencing it.”

“Yes!” Marissa hopped to her feet as Rosa and Becky kissed again, their naked tits pressing together.

Marrissa rushed to me, not caring that two of our friends were sinking to the floor, tongues kissing so hard, their bodies writhing together. Marissa only had eyes for my cock. She stepped before me, wiggling out of her panties, revealing the soft-brown hair of her trimmed bush matted with her excitement. She grinned at me, turned around, and sat down on my lap.

Her pussy sliding right down my cock.

“Yes,” we both moaned together, her pussy clenching on my dick.

“Oh, Mrs. Teller,” moaned Marrissa. “Oh, this is so much better than my dildo. Oh, no wonder you screamed your head off.”

“Enjoy her, honey,” the MILF said.

Marissa squirmed. “Is anyone timing us?”

“I am,” Mei said, holding her phone. “No moving. Stay impaled.”

“I want to move sooooo badly,” groaned Marissa. “This cock is amazing. Oh, my god, you’re hung, Cassandra.”

“Uh-huh,” I moaned, my right arm wrapping about her. I slid up, finding her round breast, squeezing her tit.

Her pussy squeezed my cock.

It was such torture as she squirmed. I wanted to feel her pussy sliding up and down my dick, riding me. I shuddered, her pussy clenching and relaxing about my dick. She was so hot and tight. And felt different from Mrs. Teller. She was tighter in different places.

My head leaned back, Mrs. Teller teasing me, her hand playing with my nipple while she licked my ear. I turned my head, kissing her, my pussy clenching. The pressure built in my depths. Just being buried in my friend’s cunt swelled my orgasm.

“Oh, god, how much longer before I can fuck this cock?” Marissa asked.

“Thirty seconds,” Mei said.

Becky and Rosa squealed. Out of the corner of my eye, I could just see them past Marrissa. They had their hands in each other’s panties, frigging each other as their tongues dueled. Lana still masturbated, licking her lips, watching us with her blue eyes. Kelly sucked her pussy juices off her fingers, her other hand already rubbing at her wet silt, eager for a second cum.

Marrissa’s pussy clenched down hard on my cock as she squirmed. The last thirty seconds felt like an eternity in blissful torture. My dick ached so badly for stimulation. Her squirming teased my girl-cock just enough to have me moaning.

“Come on,” Marissa groaned.

“Five,” Mei said, holding up her right hand and lowering her fingers, “four, three, two, one. Time!”

“Yes!” I moaned as Marissa squealed and bounced on my dick.

She had her feet planted on the floor, pushing up and rising her cunt on my cock. I groaned, savoring my friend’s pussy sliding up and down my girl-cock. I grabbed her waist, helping her ride my cock while I shuddered, the pleasure shivering through my body.

She felt so good as she slid on my cock. I moaned again, my head leaning back. Mrs. Teller nuzzled at my neck now, her left hand playing with my breasts, squeezing them, pinching my nipples, shooting sensations down to my futa-dick throbbing in Marissa’s pussy.

“You have to pick someone now, Marissa,” Theresa said, snuggling up to Mei from behind. Her hands cupped the Chinese girl’s small tits, squeezing those firm mounds and pinching dark-brown nipples.

“Yes,” moaned Mei, shuddering in Theresa’s arms.

“Pick someone,” Lana moaned, bucking and groaning.

“Okay,” Marissa moaned, her voice strained. “Um, Mrs. Teller, Truth or Dare?”

Mrs. Teller pulled her lips from my neck, her thighs rubbing together. “Truth.”

“Um…let’s see…” Marissa shivered, still pumping her pussy up and down my cock, her butt-jiggling as it slammed down into my lap. “Um, tell everyone what it was like fucking Cassandra the first time.”

“Someone has girl-dick on her mind,” giggled Theresa.

“Or in her pussy,” laughed Rosa as she writhed with Becky, the blonde now sucking on the Hispanic girl’s nipple.

“Yes,” Lana hissed, body shuddering in orgasmic delight. “Tell us, Mom!”

“Tell us,” Kelly moaned, her legs spread wide, alternating which hand fingered her pussy so she could lick her juices off the other.

“Oh, it was amazing,” Mrs. Teller moaned. “Last night, I found her groaning on the couch, dreaming. I woke her up and her cock somehow popped out the legband of her shorts and erupted. It splattered me in the face. She drenched me in her cum.”

“Mmm, that’s wonderful,” Becky moaned between sucks on Rosa’s nipples.

“Her cum taste amazing,” agreed Rosa. “Better than any boys.”

“And then I just had to fuck her,” Mrs. Teller continued, her fingers pinching my nipple. “I just had to ride that big, thick dick. To feel it spreading me open. I’ve never seen a cock that big before.”

“She’s soooooo huge,” Marissa panted, her back arching, her pussy clenching on my dick. “I love it. She’s amazing!”

“I rode her so hard,” Mrs. Teller continued. “I slid up and down that big, thick shaft, my pussy clenching on it, savoring the feel. It built my orgasm so fast. I shuddered, the pleasure growing and growing and growing in me. It was so hard not to scream out. That was how good it was. Just the best!

“And then I came.” Mrs. Teller shuddered. “I came so hard. Pleasure exploded through me. I had never had such an amazing orgasm before. So powerful. It drowned me.”

“Wow, Mom,” moaned Lana.

“Really?” I moaned, my pussy clenching, my dick aching in Marissa’s silky cunt.

“Really.” She smiled at me and then kissed me hard.

I moaned into the kiss, savoring my MILF lover’s tongue thrusting into my mouth, her fingers tugging on my nipple. I shuddered on the loveseat, my orgasm building and swelling in me. Marrissa bounced faster and faster, moaning out her pleasure, experiencing the same bliss that Mrs. Teller had just described.

Intoxicating bliss rushed through me as we kissed. My heart pounded. I was so glad that I could play Truth or Dare with my lover, that we could share this fun with my friends. It was so hot. She was so wonderful.

“You have to pick someone,” panted Marissa.

“Yes, pick someone,” Mei said, her voice throaty.

I broke the kiss, spotting Theresa’s hand fingering Mei as she hugged the Chinese girl from behind. I grinned, moaning, “Yes, Mrs. Teller. Who’ll it be?”

“Cassandra,” Mrs. Teller beamed at me, “Truth or Dare?”

I groaned, debating what I should pick. It was hard with the roaring pleasure rushing out of my cock. Marissa’s pussy felt so amazing sliding up and down it. She grew hotter, wetter, bouncing faster and faster. My fingers clenched into her hips as I helped her slide up and down my dick.

“Truth,” I moaned. I couldn’t take a dare. Not with my cock buried in Marissa’s twat.

Mrs. Teller grinned at me. “Now why don’t you tell us what Marissa’s pussy feels like sliding up and down your girl-dick?”

“Oh, yes,” Marissa gasped. “Does it feel half as good for you as it does for me?”

“More,” I moaned, my pussy clenching, juices leaking out, the wet spot on the loveseat growing. “You have no idea how amazing this is.”

“Tell us,” Lana said. I blinked in shock as my blonde friend licked her fingers clean of her pussy juices while her other hand reached behind her, fumbling at her bra’s clasp.

“Her pussy feels like this amazing silky glove stroking my dick. She’s wet and hot. She’s sliding up and down it. She clenches down which just makes me feel awesome.”

“Like this?” Marissa asked.

A shudder ran through me as she slammed down my dick, her pussy clenching even tighter than before. The friction was intense. “Yes!”

Kelly whimpered, cumming again on her fingers.

“What else?” Mei asked, her voice throaty, her legs spread wide, showing off Theresa’s fingers plunging over and over into her pussy.

“Yes,” Lana gasped, leaning forward, her eyes so wide.

“There’s this ache,” I panted. “It starts building deep in my pussy, like a normal orgasm, and then it spreads. It moves up my dick until it reaches the tip. And then it builds. It wants to explode out of me. And every moment she’s sliding up and down my dick only brings me closer and closer to erupting. To flooding her sweet cunt with my futa-cream.”

“Yes!” Marissa hissed.

“Sounds so hot,” moaned Rosa, her hands squeezing her tits, Becky between her thighs devouring her pussy. Had they ever done that before? Or were they embarking onto their first lesbian experience?

Either way, it had my blood boiling. It was so hot watching my friends enjoy each other.

“So it’s building right now?” Mrs. Teller moaned, nuzzling at my ear. “It’s building in your cock?”

“And my pussy,” I panted. “Like I’m about to cum twice. Once with my cock, and once with my cunt. Both pleasures will race through my body at the same time.”

“What’s cumming with a cock like?” Marissa asked, slamming her pussy down my shaft.

The friction shot down my shaft to my depths. My eyes widened as I came. I bucked hard, thrusting up into her pussy as the cum boiled out of me. My pussy writhed, waves of bliss washing from my cunt while powerful blasts of rapture fired from my dick.

“It’s so intense!” I howled. “Every time my cock fires, it shoots right to my brain. And then my pussy’s spasming. And it’s flooding me with more pleasure. Oh, god. This is so amazing!”

“She’s flooding my pussy,” groaned Marissa. “She’s shooting so much into me.”

“Yes,” Mei hissed.

“Flood her, Cassandra,” Lana moaned, taking off her bra and bearing her round breasts, tanned save for two pale triangles around her nipples.

“Yes, yes, flood her,” moaned Mrs. Teller. “You’re so sexy, Cassandra.”

“It’s the best!” I screamed as the dual pleasures met in my mind. “Just the absolute most amazing thing. It’s so hot. So wonderful. I can’t even describe it.”

Marissa shuddered. She moaned, her pussy milking my spurting cock. She cried out in wordless pleasure as she came for the first time on a girl-dick. Stars danced before my eyes as I savored this wonderful moment as I held her hips.

“So good,” Marissa howled. “She’s flooding me. The best!”

“Oh, I want that,” Theresa moaned, frigging Mei’s pussy so hard.

“Me, too,” Rosa moaned, her voice throaty with pleasure, her body shuddering, cumming on Becky’s licking tongue.

“Yeah,” Lana moaned. It was almost a whisper.

I shuddered as the final squirt of my cum flooded Marissa’s pussy. I let out a mewling moan as she trembled on me, her pussy still writhing, sending bliss shooting through my body. I groaned, my eyes rolling back into my head.

“Marissa,” I panted, “Truth or Dare.”

“Dare!” she moaned.

“I dare you to sit on Rosa’s face and let her lick your pussy clean.”

“Done!” groaned Marissa.

I shuddered as she slid off my cock and rushed towards Rosa twitching on the ground. The Hispanic girl licked her lips, staring up at Marissa’s pussy leaking my precum, her pubic hair mated with white jizz. Marissa sat on her face, grinding her hot pussy on Rosa’s lips. The Hispanic girl’s tongue licked through Marissa’s folds, devouring my cum while Becky kept eating Rosa’s snatch.

“Mei, Truth or Dare?” moaned Marissa.

“Dare,” Mei moaned.

“I dare you to sixty-nine with Theresa.”

“Oh, yes,” Theresa moaned while Mei licked her lips.

I shuddered, watching the two girls slip around and fall on each other, Mei on top, her petite body writhing as she smeared her pussy on Theresa’s hungry lips. Right before her head vanished between Theresa’s thighs, Mei shouted, “Cassandra, Truth or Dare?”

“Truth,” I grinned.

“Truth,” Mei said, shivering. “Um, shoot, I can’t think of anything. What’s your favorite color?”

“Lame,” Kelly moaned between sucks of her sticky fingers.

“Pink,” I grinned, then added, “because I love pussy.”

Lana giggled, staring at me, her eyes wide.

“Lana, Truth or Dare?”

“Dare,” my friend said, her body naked, trembling, her eyes fixed on my cock.

But I wanted to see something truly perverse. I glanced at Mrs. Teller, her eyes staring with hunger at her naked daughter. Such lesbian perversion had been unleashed by my futa-cock today. And I wanted to indulge.

“Lana, I dare you to lick your mother’s pussy while I fuck you from behind!”

My heart raced as the words left my mouth. I trembled, hoping I hadn’t gone too far. So eager to watch naughty, forbidden incest break out. To watch Lana lick the very pussy that birthed her, my lover’s pussy, while I fucked her from behind.

Mrs. Teller shuddered and spread her legs beside me, showing off her pussy, her blonde curls matted with my cum. “Well, honey, are you playing?”

“Mom?” breathed Lana, her eyes wide. “Really?”

“Really.”

“Do it,” Marissa moaned, grinding so hard on Rosa’s face. “Lick your mom’s cunt clean of Cassandra’s yummy cum. Rosa loves it.”

“I do,” Rosa moaned.

“I had no idea pussy tasted so good,” panted Becky. Then she squealed as Kelly dived between her legs.

Mei and Theresa only moaned in agreement, their words muffled as they sixty-nined with obvious passion.

Lana took a deep breath and then crawled across the living room, her tits swaying. “I can’t believe I’m doing this. This is so surreal.”

“But hot?” I asked my best friend.

“Hot,” she agreed as she reached her mother’s thighs.

I stood up, my dick throbbing hard as I watched Lana’s blonde curls drape across her mother’s thighs as she leaned in. Mrs. Teller’s big breasts jiggled as she took in a deep breath, watching her daughter’s lips come closer and closer to her cum-filled pussy.

I caught my lover’s eyes. Her blue depths burned with such passion. She grinned at me, licking her lips, and then she shuddered as Lana made that first, incestuous lick through her mother’s pussy. The MILF moaned, her body shuddering as her daughter lapped through her pussy, licking my futa-jizz.

“Oh, honey, that’s wonderful,” Mrs. Teller moaned. “Oh, you have such an amazing tongue. Oh, honey. Oh, you’re so good. Lick Mommy’s pussy.”

Lana only moaned, her face pressed into her mother’s pussy while her ass wiggled. She had a tight ass. My hands clenched, eager to grab her butt and fuck her hard. I stroked my pussy-lubed dick, the moans of my friends echoing behind me as I sank to my knees.

I brought my cock to my best friend’s pussy while she devoured my lover’s cunt. Mrs. Teller stared at me with those hot eyes, moaning, her breasts jiggling. Pleasure rippled through her body as she enjoyed her daughter’s incestuous licking.

“Oh, Lana, I’m going to fuck you so hard,” I told her, rubbing my cock up and down her virgin pussy. I knew she was a virgin. I shivered, pressing against her wet folds, brushing her hymen, a ring of flesh around the opening of her cunt. “I’m going to break you in.”

“Do it,” she moaned. “Pop my cherry while I lick my mom’s pussy.”

“How does she taste?” I asked, licking my lips.

“Amazing! Especially with your girl-jizz in her.”

I shivered, my dick throbbing against her virgin folds. And then I thrust.

My eyes widened as her cherry popped. I felt her hymen stretch and then tear, failing to guard her innocence from my futa-dick. My cock slid halfway into her tight depths. I was the first to ever enter her. I shuddered, her pussy clamping down on my shaft. My ass clenched, my hips thrusting, driving my dick deeper into her depths.

She moaned, shuddering, her pussy clenching about my cock. I drew back and thrust in again, burying all the way into her this time. My crotch smacked her ass, tanned golden save for a thin strip along her crack.

“Mommy,” she moaned, her pussy clenching down hard on my girl-dick.

“I know,” Mrs. Teller purred, her right hand gripping her daughter’s blonde hair. “It’s wonderful. Enjoy her.”

“I will, Mommy.”

Mrs. Teller grinned at me. “Fuck my daughter, Cassandra. Make her cum for me.”

“I will,” I promised, drawing back and thrusting in.

“God, I really love you, honey,” Mrs. Teller moaned at me. “That futa-fairy gave us all a gift.”

“She did,” I panted, pumping my hips, savoring my best friend’s pussy as she licked and nuzzled at her mother’s cunt.

Moans echoed through the air. Lesbian passion filled the living room with the scent of so many hot pussies, including my own. My juices trickled down my thighs as I fucked my friend. She was so wet and hot and silky. My passions swelled as I reamed her. Her butt-cheeks rippled as I plowed into her.

Her hips wiggled, bucking back into my thrusts. She moaned with each one, her tongue licking through her mother’s pussy, devouring all of her mother’s forbidden juices. It was so hot watching my MILF lover shudder and shiver, grinding on her daughter’s tongue.

“Oh, yes, lick Mommy’s pussy while her big-dicked girlfriend fucks you hard.” Mrs. Teller shuddered. “Oh, yes, baby, devour my cunt. Jam that tongue in me and lick all of Cassandra’s cream from my cunt.”

“Yes,” I groaned, thrusting harder and harder. “Eat my cum out of your mother’s pussy.”

Lana moaned, her pussy clenching on my dick. She wrapped her hands about her mother’s waist, holding on tight. I couldn’t see her licking, but I could hear her. She ate her mother with such noisy passion, moaning and groaning as I fucked her so hard.

“Yes, yes, yes,” Marissa moaned behind me. “Oh, Rosa, drink my pussy juices. You naughty slut.”

“Oh, god, I need my pussy licked,” Kelly moaned.

“Daisy chain,” Mei panted from the other side of the room. “All four of you can lick each other’s pussies.”

“Hot,” Rosa moaned.

I threw a look over my shoulder and watched Marissa, Becky, Kelly, and Rosa formed a circle, daisy-chaining their pussies together. Rosa ate Becky who ate Marissa who ate Kelly who ate Rosa who started it all over again. They moaned and humped against each other’s faces, drinking hot pussy juices.

“Oh, that is hot,” Mrs. Teller panted, trembling, grinding her pussy on her daughter’s lips. “Oh, yes, so hot.”

“Want to give that a try?” I grinned at her.

“Yes!” she panted. “After I cum on my daughter’s lips!”

“Yes, Mommy, cum on my lips,” moaned Lana, her pussy growing so hot. “Do it. I’m going to… Cum!”

I groaned as Lana’s pussy writhed around my cock. She moaned into her mother’s pussy as the pleasure boiled through her. My dick ached and throbbed in her cunt. I shuddered, gripping her hips so hard as I reamed her faster and faster. The pleasure shivered through me, building, swelling, aching to explode out of my cock.

My best friend’s pussy massaged her cock while her mother shuddered. Mrs. Teller’s large breasts jiggled as she spasmed. Her head thrown back, blonde hair flying, and an orgasmic moan escaped her lips.

“Honey!” she moaned. “Oh, honey, you’re making Mommy cum so hard!”

“Yes,” I hissed, burying into my friend’s pussy, my dick throbbing, my cunt clenching. “Drink your mother’s pussy juices.”

“She is!” my lover moaned.

I shuddered, my dick throbbing. I drew back my dick, my cock throbbing, on the verge of exploding, and buried into my friend. The friction rushed down my cock. It reached into the depths of my body.

Triggered my eruption.

Blast after blast of my cum fired into my friend’s pussy. I flooded her with blast after blast of jizz as she moaned into her mother’s cunt. Juices gushed down my thighs. My cunt spasmed as the pleasure raced through my body.

I loved this. I loved being a futa and having the MILF of my dreams as my lover. I loved the lesbian orgy raging around us, my friends descending into such delicious perversion. My body bucked and swayed as my cum flowed into my friend.

While I stared into her mother’s eyes, seeing the love shining back.

The futa-fairy had granted my wish. I had my MILF lover and so much more.

The orgy lasted until morning. I had fucked all my friends by the time the sun had risen and my cock had returned to being a cute, little clit. Their cum dribbled out of their pussies and assholes, staining their tits and faces. We all collapsed in a pile, exhausted and satiated.

Things were so different after that. Mrs. Teller left her husband. Her marriage had been running on fumes for years, and now she had someone she could truly pour all her desires into. Well, two someones. Lana was also our lover. It was so hot. We would daisy chain and lick each other’s pussies while waiting for my cock to sprout.

And then I would fuck them both. My parents didn’t mind that I practically lived next door. After all, Lana was my best friend. I was so happy. We practically turned into night owls so we could enjoy my futa-cock as much as possible.

My friends embraced girl-love, whether or not the girl had a dick. And, of course, Friday nights were slumber party orgies!

I was so grateful to Leanan Sidhe for granting my wish and giving me the love of a sexy MILF and her hot daughter.

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Leanan Sidhe’s pussy convulsed about the fingers of her left hand while her right stroked up and down her dick, her cum spraying through the Aviary. The birds sang in celebration overhead as her cum and pussy juices mixed with the heady perfume of the tropical flowers blooming around her. A big smile crossed the fairy’s face.

“Oh, my dear, sweet Cassandra,” she moaned. “I am truly pleased you have enjoyed your gift.”

The futa-fairy’s wings buzzed, lifting her from the ground. She turned, flying towards the glass door and exited the Aviary. She felt another desire building, another wish that had to be answered. Her dick throbbed, ready to seal another bargain.

Bit by bit, Summer’s influence spread.

The END of Cassandra’s Tale

Steve, Jay and a group of new friends they have met in London on their holiday have agreed to help a girl get her paintings back from her horrible step-father.

Steve, Jay and a group of new friends they have met in London on their holiday have agreed to help a girl get her paintings back from her horrible step-father. The step-fathers new wife has agreed to help, but there’s a catch. They must film a porn film in her house with her as the star. We continue the story with Steve, Jay, Phil and his wife Cheryl going in a taxi to a spa; a place Steve and jay have visited before. Phil and Cheryl are in for a surprise.

The taxi pulled up outside the spa where we all got out and stood on the pavement looking at the darkened glass fronted building sandwiched between a dry cleaners and a health food shop. The sign above the entrance announced it as the North and South Health Spa. On the glass, written in big bold and colourful letters, was ‘Sauna, Jacuzzi, Steam rooms, Pools, Massage, and Sun Terrace.’

“Well, this is a surprise,” Cheryl said as she looked up at the sign. “A spa in the middle of London? How come I’ve never heard about this place?”

“We hadn’t either,” I said as we approached the entrance. “Our friends Manus and Sara introduced this to us a couple of days ago.”

“I haven’t got a swimming costume,” Phil said as I opened the door and led them in.

“Don’t worry honey,” Cheryl said as I pressed the bell by the closed hatch. “I have a feeling that you won’t need one.” After a few moments the hatch opened and the same girl who had let us in a few days previous appeared, adjusting the small bikini top she was wearing.

“Hi. Welcome to the North and South.” She said flashing her pretty smile. “Are you all coming in? It’s twenty-five pounds for couples.”

“My treat,” said Jay and held her hand out to me for the cash. I handed over five tenner’s which Jay passed to the girl.

The girl pressed the unseen button and with a ‘click,’ the door opened a couple of inches. Jay led us down the short corridor and into the big, bright lounge area with sofas, armchairs, movie posters and the big TV mounted on the wall showing a house renovation show on channel four. I noticed that we were the only people in the room.

“Wow!” Cheryl said looking around. “This is different.” She approached the counter and ran her eyes along the snacks, drinks, and a fruit cake which was under a clear cake cloche. The young girl reappeared and straight away took off her bikini top which made Phil and Cheryl raise their eyebrows.

The girl looked at me and Jay then said, “Hey, it’s nice to see you both again. How have you been? Enjoying the heat?”

“Not really,” Jay answered leaning on the counter facing the girl. “We’ve come here to cool off a bit.” Jay looked down at the girl’s breasts as she spoke to her. It was obvious that the girl had noticed but said nothing. She had a great pair and must have been proud of them as she stepped back a little to allow jay to admire them more.

“Cool,” the girl said reaching behind her and picking up four white, fluffy towels and four pairs of locker keys on elasticated wrist bands and placing them on the counter to one side. “It has been so hot.” The girl moved closer to the counter so she was directly in front of Jay. “When it’s been quiet I’ve locked the front door for ten minutes and put the ‘back soon’ sign up and had a dip in the pools myself to cool off. One of the perks of the job.” She winked at Jay as she said this then passed the towels and keys to the rest of us.

“Maybe we’ll see you in the pool later?” Jay asked leaning back on the counter towards the girl.

“Maybe,” she replied with an obvious sexy smile, clearly enjoying Jay’s flirting. “I’m Kelly by the way.”

“Steve, Phil and Cheryl,” Jay replied turning and pointing to each of us. “I’m Jay.”

“It’s nice to meet you Jay,” Kelly said still smiling at her and reached out and shook Jay’s hand. Just then the bell rang and Kelly reached for her bikini top. “This thing has been on and off all morning. I should just get one painted on, it would certainly save time.” She disappeared behind the wall and we heard the hatch open and Kelly say, “Hi. Welcome to the North and South Spa.”

Jay led us to the changing room where we each found our respective lockers and began to get undressed.

As Cheryl got undressed she said to us, “Kelly said that she had her top on and off all morning. So where is everyone?”

“In the pools, steam room, sauna, sun terrace or in the cinema room. It’s quite a big place.” Replied Jay pulling her dress over her head.

“So, it’s a nudist spa?” Phil asked as he got naked and folder his clothes before putting them in the locker.

“That’s right,” I said turning the key in my locker and wrapping the towel around my waist which he also did. “It was a surprise to us the other day when we met Manus and Sara here. You’ll get used to it.”

I had a quick glance at Cheryl as she got naked and was about to wrap the towel around her. She had a very fit and tanned body. Her tits were bigger than Jays with nipples already hard and prominent and a very smooth, waxed pussy. She turned and I admired her pert, tight arse. ‘Phil was a lucky man,’ I thought to myself also wondering if I would get to fuck her anytime soon, considering Jay already had and Phil had fucked Jay.

With our towels wrapped around us we left the changing room and walked through the still empty lounge. Two men had come in and were chatting to Kelly as she gave them their towels. They looked over and, seeing Jay and Cheryl, watched them as Jay led us through the glass door and turn left towards the sauna. Jay peered in through the glass door of the sauna and said as she opened the door and went in, “It’s empty. Come on.”

“Are you sure about this? We’re stepping out of heat into more heat.” Phil asked as he watched Jay take off her towel and place it lengthways on an upper bench and, stepping up on the lower bench to lay out flat on her back. Cheryl followed suit and did the same on the bench below her. Me and Phil put our towels on the upper bench opposite and sat back against the wall a few feet apart.

“It’s cleansing,” Jay replied shutting her eyes and stretching her arms out by her side. “We can go for a dip in the pool afterwards to freshen up.”

We sat in silence as the humidity built up around us and I could already feel my sweat pores opening as moisture rose to the surface. Both the girls were laid out with their eyes shut; Jay with her arms by her side while Cheryl had bought hers behind her head. Phil looked over to me and wiped his forehead as he began to sweat. I saw him look down at my cock and watched as he placed his hand on his own, gently rubbing it causing it to start to expand and grow. He checked the girls weren’t watching and smiled at me. I smiled back and also started to touch my cock. I kept looking at the girls to see if they were looking and, seeing they weren’t, began to rub my cock more firmly which had the reaction of getting me hard very quickly. I looked over at Cheryl’s naked body, then Jay then back to Phil. I was soon hard; I couldn’t tell what view in the sauna had the effect but I knew that I was turned on.

The door then opened and both me and Phil instinctively leant forward and put our hands over our cocks, a natural reaction to hide our hard-ons. It was a man who looked to be in his fifties who had a fairly trim body for his age. He looked at the girls then over at and me and Phil and nodded a ‘hello.’ We nodded back and I saw him have a quick glance at our hard cocks as he sat on the lower bench in front of us opposite the girls, his towel still wrapped around his waist. The girls had opened their eyes when he entered, had a quick look at him and then shut their eyes again, not bothering to move to try and cover their nakedness. I caught a brief movement of Jay opening her legs a bit. Whether this was from the heat or whether it was to tease, I wasn’t sure but from where the man sat the only pussy he could see clearly was Cheryl’s on the lower bench.

I wondered how Phil would react, especially if the man made a move on Cheryl. From what I knew about them, they both fucked around separately and tried to keep it discrete from each other. I don’t think they had ever fucked around with others together. Although, the man might have just come in for a sauna and not for anything else. The man wiped the sweat of his face that had soon started to appear and I watched him as he looked at Cheryl then up to Jay then back to Cheryl.

He moved a hand under his towel and I could see his movements as he slowly started to rub his cock, still looking from one girl to the other. As Phil and I were sat away from the girls and none of us were talking, I think he assumed that we weren’t in there together. I knew that people came here for sex but I wasn’t sure if Cheryl and Phil were aware. All they knew so far was that it was a ‘nudist spa,’ not a hotspot for swingers.

Phil looked over at me and nodded down toward the man to emphasise that the man was wanking beneath his towel. I nodded back, to indicate I had noticed and carried on looking at the girls to see if either of them would also notice. The man casually turned and looked back at us and we both nodded and smiled back, still with a hand on our cocks, both of which were still hard, not being put off by another person being so close.

It was Jay who noticed first. She turned her head towards us and opened her eyes. She looked at us on the upper bench then at the man and the movement under his towel. She then turned her body until she was lying on her side and leaned up on her elbow to allow her head to rest on her hand. She looked at the man who was now fully focussed on her and then blatantly looked at the movement of his wanking under the towel.

Noticing this, the man slowly parted the towel to reveal an average sized hard cock. He looked directly at Jay and slowly ran his hand up and down the shaft of his cock while he leaned his other arm casually on the upper bench between me and Phil.

Jay smiled at the man and started to caress her tits with her free hand, circling her nipples and giving them a pinch which made the watching man began to wank in earnest, gripping his cock hard as he moved his hand faster up and down.

He gave out a little moan which made Cheryl open her eyes and look at him “Oh my,” she said as he looked from Jay to her and wanked even harder. Cheryl looked up at Jay and, seeing what she was doing to tease the man, also moved on to her side and lifted her right leg and placed her foot flat on the bench, subsequently giving the man a clear view of her pussy. This was too much for the man and he let out a loud gasp and came; small jets of cum shooting out of his cock over his hands and between his legs on to the towel he was sitting on. His strokes began to slow until he had stopped and no more cum was evident. He was a bit out of breath and began to take deep breaths to recover as he pulled a corner of his towel up to wipe his hands and cock of the thick, sticky liquid.

Jay sat up and looked to Cheryl and asked, “Pool?”

“Absolutely” Cheryl replied standing. “You coming?” she asked me and Phil.

“Sure,” I replied and we stepped down past the man who had a look of surprise on his face, now realising that we were with the girls and was probably embarrassed at this actions. We wrapped our towels around our waists and nodded a goodbye to the man still sat on the bench and still looking shocked.

Cheryl took Jay’s hand and, walking hand in hand began to laugh. “That poor man,” she giggled. “Did you see the look on his face when he realised we were all together? I feel sorry for him now. I do have a question though.” As Jay led us to the pools Cheryl asked, “Be honest. After what just happened in there, is this a swinger’s spa?”

“You could say that,” Jay answered as we entered the pool room. The larger pool had about twenty men and women in the water all leaning back around the edge of the pool, some chatting in small groups, a few couples on their own and then some single men who were just observing the scene around them. It was an eclectic mix of ages and body types; some slim, some larger, the youngest looked to be in their early twenties, the oldest around sixty.

They all looked up as we entered and either nodded to us in acknowledgement or said hi or hello as we walked in and headed to the cold plunge pool. Jay knelt down and put her hand in and feeling the cold temperature, pulled her hand out. “Fuck! That’s cold!” she said drying her hand on her towel. Phil dropped his towel and headed for the steps leading into the water. “Fine by me.” He said and slowly climbed down into the water. The shock on his face told us that the water really was that cold but he continued until he was up to his neck and bobbing around.

“It’s certainly refreshing,” he said as he got used to the temperature. Jay dropped her towel and followed Phil’s example and also climbed down the steps into the pool. She also looked shocked but after a couple of moments had also got used to the cold water and swam over to join Phil.

I watched them both swim around for about a couple of minutes and could see that they had got used to the temperature and were now swimming together from side to side of the small pool. I looked at Cheryl who shrugged her shoulders. Without a word being said we dropped our towels and she held her hand out to me which I took, and jumped in hand in hand. The cold water hit me like a lightning bolt. I had gone fully under and every pore of my body felt like it was being stabbed with a thousand needles. I came to the surface and bobbed around, the water being only about five feet deep allowing me to walk and rub my body with my arms, trying to get used to the temperature. Looking around I could see Cheryl doing the same.

“Of fuck,” she shivered as she swam over to me. “This is freezing!”

“You didn’t have to jump straight in?” I said between shivers. “You should have gone down the steps and got slowly used to it.”

“I did because you did,” she shivered back. With that she put her hands on my head and ducked me under the cold water, keeping me under for a few moments. I didn’t resist knowing that she was just having fun also I was submerged a few inches from her tits with her nipples hard and very erect with the cold. She let go and I surfaced face to face with her, our bodies almost touching. She wrapped her arms around my waist and pulled me against her so I could feel her tits against my chest and a leg that had just started to rub my own.

“Think you’re funny, do you?” I jokingly said and ducked her under, causing her to let go of me and flap around under the water. I let go of her but she didn’t surface. She moved around behind me, came up and ducked me again. Surfacing, I turned and did the same. This carried on for a few minutes, each time we surfaced and laughed as we started to chase each other around the small pool, the coldness of the pool now forgotten as our bodies moved around and got used to the temperature.

I moved to the edge of the pool and looked around for Jay and Phil having noticed that they were no longer in the pool. I looked over to the other pool and couldn’t see them there either, nor were they stood around anywhere in the room and their towels had gone. Cheryl could see me looking around and caught on to what I was doing. She looked around for them also and then came over and put her arms around my neck and wrapped her legs around my waist. I put my hands under her arse and held on to her cheeks to support her.

“Maybe they’ve gone for a drink.” She said. We both looked around us but they were not in the room. Cheryl then leaned in and kissed me. Her tongue not hesitating to enter my mouth to mix and rub with my own. I opened my own mouth wider and accepted the kiss, holding her tight against me as I gripped her arse tighter. I could feel her erect nipples brushing against my chest and, despite the cold, felt myself getting hard.

We embraced and kissed passionately for a couple of minutes, our lips not separating at all, our tongues moving between our mouths and not breaking away as we sunk into each other. I gripped her arse tight and she started to bob up and down using the water to lift her body up and then down. My hard cock was under her and I felt her move her body so that my cock was nudging her pussy lips and then with one slow movement she lowered herself down and I slid into her. She broke her face away from our kiss, shut her eyes and gasped as I entered her fully in that first instant. She looked at me and then resumed kissing as she held one arm on the side of the pool for leverage and slowly slid her body up and down on my cock.

We slowly fucked up against the side of the pool for a few minutes, kissing all the while, occasionally breaking for air and for her to gasp, “Oh fuck, this is so nice.”

I held on to her arse throughout, holding her up in the water even though I wanted to grab her fantastic tits and suck her hard nipples. The water then rippled and we stopped kissing and looked around to see the two men who had come into the spa after us climbing down the steps slowly one after another, looks of shock on their faces as the cold water covered them. They slowly went to the other side of the pool and watched us we resumed kissing and fucking. I could feel their eyes on us and knew that if we carried on there was a chance that they would want to join in, not something I think either of us would want.

We stopped kissing and she put her lips to my ear and whispered, “Let’s continue this elsewhere. I want to be properly fucked by you.”

“I think we should find the others first,” I whispered back. “I don’t think it’s a good idea to be caught by them like this. But we will carry on later. I promise you that.”

We kissed for a few more seconds before we slowly eased apart from each other, waded through the water and climbed up the steps to retrieve our towels. I looked at the men as I dried myself, my hard-on slowly diminishing, and they looked pissed off. They probably saw us and thought they would have a chance with Cheryl. ‘No such luck guys,’ I thought to myself as I wrapped my towel around me while Cheryl did the same.

We left the pool room and headed out to the lounge. Three men and two women were sat in there watching the TV while Kelly was tidying the shelves behind her. Seeing that Jay and Phil weren’t in there we looked through the glass of the sauna and steam room. Various people of different ages were sat around in both but still no Jay or Phil.

“Let’s try upstairs,” I said to Cheryl and headed to the stairs ahead of us. “There’s a cinema room and sun terrace. They may be there or in one of the ‘private rooms.’

“Private rooms?” Cheryl asked, taking my hand as we climbed the stairs.

“It’s where people can go to, well, be private with whoever they wish.” I answered as we reached the top.

“Phil wouldn’t fuck her with us in the vicinity. We’ve never done anything like this before. It’s always been in our own time.”

“We just did,” I said as we walked along and checking the rooms which had doors open revealing they were empty. Only one door had its door shut. We stopped outside, looked at each other then pressed our ears against the door. We could certainly hear a woman getting fucked in there and there were two male voices with her. She ordered one man to fuck her while telling the other man to ‘stuff his cock in her mouth.’ It wasn’t Jay and neither of the voices were Phil’s but we still listened to the action for a while as the two men obeyed her commands.

We carried on to the cinema room where a porno was playing on the screen. In the gloom we could make out plenty of bodies in various positions on the sofa’s and long bed. It was a mix of couples fucking and a couple of threesomes. Some people were sat on their own looking between the fucking on the screen and the fucking going on just feet away from them in the room. Still holding hands we wandered in and walked around, just glancing at the different people fucking and the ones sat around watching. We checked the couples and threesomes fucking and none of them were Jay and Phil. We got a few glances from the men sat on their own who probably hoped we would sit with them but after walking around and scanning everyone, we left and headed out to the sun terrace.

Several naked men and women were either sat at the tables chatting in groups of three and four while a few others were on sun loungers including Phil and Jay who were stretched out naked on loungers under an umbrella and drinking from cans of coke and eating fruit cake they had obviously bought from Kelly.

“Took your time,” Jay said as we pulled up a pair of chairs and sat next to our respective partners. We were handed a can each from which we eagerly drank, considering the heat of the sun and a slice of a very moist and fruit filled cake. “Kelly made that,” Jay said nodding to the cake I eagerly munched on. “So, what took you so long?”

“We were playing around in the pool.” I answered.

“I bet you were,” Jay said with a cheeky grin to which Phil also smiled. This made me wonder if they had sneaked a peak at us while we were fucking. I decided to just say nothing.

“This is lovely,” said Cheryl stretching her legs out and shutting her eyes as the sun beat down on her. “Just like St Lucia except naked.” Phil nodded along with her comment and having finished his drink, shut his eyes and relaxed, enjoying the shade of the umbrella from the hot sun.

We had sat in silence for about half an hour, me and Cheryl in the full sun while Jay and Phil remained shaded by the umbrella until Jay stood up and wrapped her towel around her.

“I need the loo. Anyone else?”

“I’ll come,” Cheryl said.

“And me,” said Phil

“I’m okay,” I said. “I’ll keep the chairs warm.” And moved to Jay’s vacant sun lounger. I watched the three of them leave and looked around at the other people outside. All were naked and were either sunbathing or chatting along with the persons around them. It was a friendly atmosphere and at first glance, it would be hard to believe that inside the building these same people would be fucking like crazy.

A short while later Cheryl returned and laid out naked on the other lounger next to me. “They’re going for a dip then said they might have a look in the cinema.” She said stretching her naked body out.

“Are you okay with that?” I asked. “I mean, Phil may well fuck her.”

She looked over to me and replied, “I’m okay with it if you are. After all, she’s your wife. If you’re okay with her getting fucked by him then I am. Besides, we both know he’s fucked her before.”

“True,” I agreed. “He has.”

Cheryl smiled. “I like you Steve. You’re such a nice man. Jay’s lucky to have you.”

“Thanks. I like you too,” I replied. “And Phil’s a good guy.”

“He is.” Cheryl said lying back with her arms over her head. “He’s loving, caring, and thoughtful and can be good fun to be with.”

“But you both like to fuck other people.”

“That’s true. Shagging around doesn’t affect our relationship though. It’s only been in the past few days that Phil’s really opened up about his ‘indiscretions,’ and I’ve been honest about mine. After I told him about what me the girls did with Jay, we had the hardest shag of our entire marriage. As you say, he’s a good guy.”

We laid in silence for a short while and I let what she said run round my head. It’s similar to what me and Jay were going through at the moment. Jay’s new-found openness in regards to sex had woken something in both of us but it wasn’t affecting our relationship. However, It was all due to end in less than 48 hours.

We laid in silence for a while before she put her hand on my arm making me open my eyes and look at her.

“I think it’s been long enough. Shall we go in and see what they’re up to?”

“Sure,” I said standing and wrapping the towel around me.

“I don’t think there’s any need for that.” Cheryl said rolling hers up and tucking it under her arm. I knew she was right so I took mine off and did the same as she took my hand and led us through to the cinema room. The crowd had thinned down a bit leaving several couples who were either having sex or watching the film. Several single men sat on their own were still evident and probably waiting for a single woman.

Only one of the private rooms was vacant and we walked slowly on to the stairs, clearly hearing the shouts and puffs and pants of people fucking on the other side of the shut doors, none of them sounding like Jay and Phil. We headed downstairs and went into the pool room. Some people were in both pools; one woman having sex with a guy in the large pool while a small group of four men were wading around looking like they were waiting their turn while others watched others having sex either in the pool or on the floor of the pool room.

We checked the lounge where another girl had replaced Kelly and was serving some customers their drinks. They weren’t in there so we checked the sauna. Cheryl looked through the glass and said, “Here they are.”

I went to open the door but Cheryl held my arm back. “No, don’t disturb them.”

I looked through and could see Kelly lying back on the upper bench, her feet flat down on the slats and her legs wide open while Jay was knelt on her towel on the lower bench with her face firmly planted in Kelly’s pussy while getting fucked by a very tall man. He grabbed Jay’s hips and swung into her with broad strokes as Jay ate Kelly’s pussy and finger fucked her. Phil was sat on the lower bench watching and was receiving a blow job from a petite young girl who was kneeling in front of him on the floor.

Nobody inside noticed us watching, especially when the man gave several hard thrusts before coming to a stop and pulling out of Jay, a trail of cum following his cock as it started to trickle from her wet, open pussy on to the bench. The girl stopped blowing Phil and he got up and stood behind Jay to slip his own cock into her quite easily, the previous man’s cum making it easy to accommodate Phil’s big cock.

I looked at the opposite benches where two men were sat both holding hard cocks and, no doubt, waiting their turn. The petite girl moved over and, kneeling in front of them, took one of the cocks in her mouth and started to wank the other, helping them to stay hard for when their turn came. Cheryl put her arm around me and pulled me close to her as we watched Phil, Cheryl’s husband, fuck Jay, my wife. Neither of us said anything but I did put my arm around her and returned the hug, my hand straying down to stroke her pert buttocks. We stayed watching until Phil pulled out and swapped places with one of the men. The new man slipped into Jay and carried on fucking her. She didn’t react to the change of person apart from moaning loud enough for us to hear the other side of the glass.

The girl continued to blow Phil so I knew he hadn’t cum yet. He was either wanting another turn with Jay or someone else. Kelly held Jay’s head close into her pussy and with her head thrown back was puffing and panting as Jay forced four fingers in and out her pussy. From the angle that we stood I watched as she finger-fucked her hard while, between moans from the fucking she was receiving, nibbled on Kelly’s clit. Kelly took Jay’s hand and moved it into her pussy and pushed Jay’s thumb into the opening with the other fingers. Jay understood the message and moved her head back to watch as she slowly entered her thumb with the fingers and curled her hand into a ball as she slip her fist into her. Kelly shouted out and held Jay’s wrist to keep it still, the shock of the fist inside her making her quiver and tighten her muscles. The man stopped fucking Jay to watch as Jay held her fist in Kelly’s pussy. The man slowly carried on fucking Jay which caused her fist inside Kelly to move slightly in time with the thrusting. Fisting Kelly had turned Jay on more and she shouted louder as the man fucked her.

Cheryl stood back and pulled me away from the glass. No one had paid any attention to us and we hadn’t been seen by Phil or Jay. “Come on,” she said pulling me back to the stairs which we climbed hand in hand until we reached the ‘private rooms.’ We went into one of two that was vacant and shut the door behind us. We stood facing each other before we wrapped our arms around each other and kissed passionately and hungrily; our tongues attacking each other’s mouths as we explored and tasted while our hands caressed each other. I squeezed her tits and pinched her nipples while I felt her hand grab my hard cock and grip it tight. I ran a hand down her back and grabbed her arse cheeks, slipping a finger down the crack and running it slowly over her arsehole and further down until I could feel the moisture of her wet pussy lips.

We held each other like that for about a minute before I led her to the bed and laid her down in front of me and opened her legs while I knelt on the floor. I leaned down and licked her pussy lips, running my tongue up and down and lapping the sweet taste of her pussy juice from her being turned on from watching the action in the sauna. I pushed my tongue into her hole as far as I could push, getting a reaction of “Oh fuck,” from Cheryl as she held my head tight against her. I pushed a finger into her hole and concentrated on sucking on her swollen clit. She threw her head back and yelped as I sucked and pushed my tongue on her, adding another finger in her and sliding my other hand up to pinch her nipples one at a time. I inserted a third finger and she started to push up on her heels, forcing my face and fingers firmly onto her as she panted and groaned. I moved my fingers in and out of her and started to speed up, still sucking and poking her clit with my tongue while I moved my other hand under her buttocks to hold her up so I was firmly clamped onto her.

“Stop, stop,” she pleaded and pushed my head and fingers away from her. “Get up here,” she said and moved over so I could lie down next to her. We kissed again and I grabbed hold of her arse cheeks with both hands; squeezing them and again running a finger around her arsehole making her moan and clamp her cheeks against my finger to hold it there.

She let go of me and turned around until her pussy was directly over my face as she took my cock into her mouth. She lowered her pussy down and I grabbed her arse cheeks to pull her down on me as I continued to attack her clit with my tongue and teeth while she took my cock deep into her mouth and gently caressed my balls. I ran my tongue up and own between her arse cheeks until I located her small puckered arsehole, running around it in circles before firming my tongue and forcing it into the tight hole as far as I could. She threw her head back off my cock and squealed as I jabbed at her hole, trying to tongue fuck her arsehole as best I could. I carried on finger fucking her and rubbed my thumb on her clit as I jabbed into her which made her repeatedly, causing Cheryl to pull her mouth off my cock and squeal and moan and shout.

Her legs began to shake and a split second before it happened I knew she was going to cum. She arched her body back and shouted, “FUUUUUCCCCKKKKK!” as she came. She squirted around my fingers encased in her pussy and over my face as she bucked her hips and shook her legs as the orgasm bought on by my tongue in her arsehole and thumb on her clit ran its course through her.

She continued to shake for a few moments before she suddenly went limp and laid her body flat on me, not moving apart from the rising up and down of her chest on my stomach as she panted to get her breath back. She still had my cock in her hand and was slowly moving it up and down, keeping me hard for what was to come. Her breathing slowed and she moved off me to turn and lie on top of me. I put my arms around her and we kissed, slowly and tenderly, our tongues gently rubbing together as we resumed the gentle passion we experienced in the pool.

We kissed and held each other for about ten minutes before she moved herself back and reached down for my still hard cock. She lifted herself up and gently guided it into her open, wet pussy and slowly slid her body down on to it, closing her eyes at the pleasure as it fully entered her. She held my hands down over my head and looked at me as she slowly started to fuck me, not breaking eye contact as she started to get faster, her mouth open and letting out little gasps as her pace quickened.

“Oh fuck, Steve,” she panted as she bounced up and down faster on my cock. “Oh fuck, oh fuck.” All the while she fucked me and we didn’t break eye contact. Her long, dark hair was falling over her face as her body rammed itself on to me, her large tits bouncing with her nipples hard and red just inches from my mouth that wanted to take each one in to suck and bite.

I could feel the familiar rising as my cum prepared itself and I urgently said to her as the sensation built, “I’m gonna cum!” She quickly let go of my hands and lifted herself off to lie next to me. “Like this,” she said opening her legs wide and I quickly mounted her and was soon thrusting into her as she wrapped her arms around my neck and shouted “YES, YES STEVE, YES!” I looked down at her and made eye contact as I came. Her mouth opened and she squealed as I shot jet after jet of hot cum deep into her all the while staring into each other’s eyes. The feeling as I came was tremendous. I was fucking and cumming into this beautiful and attractive woman. A woman who I barely knew but had shared a passionate and intimate experience that was wanted and was creating a bonding, not of lust, but of feeling and enjoyment that sex between two people alone brings.

I stopped cumming and laid down on her kissing her neck and face before parting her lips with my tongue to which she opened her mouth fully and responded, her arms still around my neck but holding me tight as we embraced.

After kissing for a short while I moved my head down until I was level with her pussy, my cum trickling out and on to the bed. I leaned forward and, using my tongue, lapped up as much as I could, running my tongue around her hole and lips to catch it all. I swallowed it down and then felt her pulling me up to kiss her again. Our tongues met and any remaining cum in my mouth or lips was taken by her tongue. We lay kissing in a tight embrace for several minutes, neither of us breaking away. I moved off her and lay next to her. She turned to face me and we held each other, Cheryl snuggling tight to me with her head on my chest, not moving or saying anything, just enjoying the closeness of the embrace.

“How did you feel after Jay got gangbanged?” she suddenly asked. “It was the first time for both of you, after all.”

“I felt okay,” I answered. “It had always been a fantasy of mine to see her fucked by someone else but that’s all it ever has been, a fantasy. She was drunk and went with the flow of it. In my mind, all my Christmases had come together. I didn’t realise at the time that it would lead on to everything else she’s done.”

Cheryl held me tighter and we briefly kissed again before she asked,”So, you’re okay watching her get fucked by complete strangers? How many has it been now in the past few days?”

“I’ve lost count. It began with the gangbang of Phil, Clive, Keith, Simon and Jim followed the next day with Paul, then Simon and Jim again. Then a guy in here followed by several at Kenny’s, then a gangbang at Kenny’s-I think that was eight. This morning she fucked a guy in a peep show and now she’s get fucked by who knows how many downstairs.”

“And how many woman have you fucked in all that time?”

“Kylie, our housekeeper at the hotel. You know her.”

Cheryl nodded then I continued. “Then there was Katy, who you’ve yet to meet and Sara, Manus’s wife, and now there’s you.”

“You’re lagging behind.” Cheryl said with a little laugh. “You’ve got some serious catching up to do.”

“Don’t forget we’re filming a porno tomorrow. I should get laid then…hopefully.”

“And me.” Cheryl said holding me tighter and kissing me again.

“Jay told me everything what happened yesterday,” I said. “Was it your plan to gang fuck her?”

Cheryl sat up so she could look down at me and had a guilty look on her face. “I know Phil fucks around and he knows I fuck around, but neither of us have ever met the other person involved. When me and the other wives found out about the gangbang and then met Jay, the intention originally was to make her suffer for having the nerve to fuck our husbands. The original plan was to get her drunk then abuse her, piss on her, rape her, each one of us fucking her while she was tied up, maybe even hurting her a bit to send a message to keep well away from our husbands.”

Cheryl saw the shocked look on my face but shook her head to pacify me. “No, no, don’t worry. It all changed when we went shopping with her and got to knew her a bit better. During the day when Jay was in the changing room, me and the girls had a discussion and agreed that we couldn’t go through with it. It would have been cruel to do such a thing to someone we were beginning to like. Plus, we had never done anything like that before to anyone. We’re not evil women, it’s just not us to be like that and we have our own guilt when it comes to fucking others. So we decided that we would go ahead and fuck her but if she didn’t like it, we would stop. As it turns out-she loved it and so did we.”

My shocked looked subsided and she stroked my face before leaning down and kissing me. She continued. “The truth is, I’ve really fallen for her. After we fucked her she was so open and honest about everything; all the fucking she’s done and how she wanted to help Kylie get her paintings back. I wanted to see her again and spend more time with her. So, the perfect timing of us volunteering to help get the paintings back means I would get to see her again…and you. Bumping into you both today was a nice surprise. Phil was pleased to see you both but I was thrilled. When I saw this was a nudist spa I thought I might get my chance to fuck her again. Instead, I’ve fucked you and it’s been so, so nice.”

“It has,” I said, holding her tighter. “You’re an amazing lady. Maybe, depending on how the film is planned, we could repeat this tomorrow?”

“Absolutely,” she replied pulling my mouth on to hers again to briefly kiss. “Or maybe the day after and the day after and the day after?”

“Tomorrows our last day in London.” I sighed. “All our sexual adventures is coming to an end, we both agreed that. In 48 hours we’ll be back home in High Wycombe and back to normality.”

Cheryl sat up and looked down at me with an excited look on her face. “High Wycombe? You’re joking. You live in High Wycombe?”

“Yes,” I answered, puzzled by her excitement. “Why?”

“Phil and I live in Marlow! We’re virtually neighbours! Mary and Keith live in Henley and Sue and Clive live just outside Oxford.”

“That’s one hell of a coincidence,” I said, clearly surprised.

“We could meet up and get to spend more time together.”

I had to tell her what I and Jay had agreed. “I’d like that, I really would and it would be great to meet up for dinner or something. But if you’re thinking of continuing what I think you’re thinking of, then it probably won’t happen. I and Jay agreed that ‘what happens in London stays in London,’ and that we would get back to our normal lives once we return.”

Cheryl looked very disappointed. The excited smile had gone from her face to be replaced by a sullen look at the realisation that we would not be ‘shagging around,’ once we were home.

“Okay,” she said quietly. “We could meet up as friends though, couldn’t we? Dinner? Days out? Now I’ve met you both, I don’t want our friendship to end.”

“Sure,” I said pulling her down to me and kissing her. “We would both like that.”

“Do you both work in High Wycombe?” she asked, lying on my chest again.

“I’ve got my own business. Jay teaches piano on and off from home.”

“What business?” she asked. I told her the name of my business and her eyes widened with more excitement. “Oh fuck! We used your business last year to do work on our house. The house is called, ‘Buzzards Flight.’”

I sat up, clearly surprised. “That was only last year. I remember that. I did the quote. We’ve met before! You showed me and my assistant Dave what you wanted doing. If I remember, you had a loose top and a very tight pair of denim shorts. Neither of us could keep our eyes off you.”

“I remember having some eyes following my arse around as I showed you what I needed doing and I remember playing on it; bending over now and then to give you guys a good look. Well, your company did a great job on the house.” She said smiling. “I think us meeting then and now was fate. You may think that your adventures will stop but I have a feeling that this week in London is just the beginning.”

We laid back and I pulled her on to me, kissing her hard to which she responded, holding tight around my neck. I then realised that this wasn’t to be the last we had seen of Cheryl, Phil and the others. As I kissed her many thoughts ran through my head. Although our sexual adventures were due to end, I wondered if they would. Katy had said that there’s bound to be swingers in our neighbourhood and was convinced that we would carry on. Kissing Cheryl and running my hands over her wonderful tits, I now hoped that it would continue. The decision would be Jay’s though.

We laid there kissing and cuddling for about half an hour before Cheryl said, “I suppose we should go and find the others. I’d like to get a bite to eat before the meeting.”

“You’re right,” I said standing and holding her hand to lift her of the bed. “We’ve been away from them for longer than I expected. We had better get going.” Before we opened the door we embraced and kissed again, one last moment of the two of us alone. I opened the door and we checked the cinema room where we could make out several couples and small groups were having sex on the sofas and long bench while a gangbang film played on the screen.

We walked hand in hand into the room and looked at the ensemble through the gloom but none of them were Phil and Jay. We had a quick look at the sun terrace and they weren’t there either. We made our way down to the pool room and couldn’t see them there. We entered the lounge and found Phil sat in an armchair drinking a cup of tea having showered and dressed. Kelly was back behind the counter, her hair a bit dishevelled and wet with sweat.

“There you are,” Phil said, looking up and seeing us. “We wondered where you were.”

“We’ve been upstairs,” Cheryl replied leaning down and giving him a quick peck. “Enjoy your sauna?” Phil at first looked a bit surprised before Cheryl continued smiling. “Yes, we saw you in there. Don’t panic, I’m not going to bite your head off. Did Jay have fun?”

Phil relaxed a bit seeing his wife’s demeanour and said, “Not as much as I think she wanted too. What did you see?”

Cheryl leant down to speak quietly since Kelly was in close proximity. “We saw a guy fucking Jay while she fisted Kelly and you were getting blown by a pretty young thing. Then we saw you fucking Jay followed by another guy with another one waiting.”

“Ah, I see,” He said nodding. “Well, the bloke who followed me only fucked her for a minute then left without cumming or finishing her off. The guy waiting also left without fucking her. She wasn’t too happy about that. She didn’t get laid again after that. She finished up with Kelly and then we wandered around the place looking for you two.”

“And you?” Cheryl asked running her fingers through his damp hair. “Did you have fun?” Phil avoided looking directly at her as he said,

“I ended up fucking that young girl in the sauna while Jay fisted Kelly. After that we went looking for you. How about you two?

”Well, since you ask, Steve fucked me in one of the rooms upstairs.”

I tensed up as she told him in such a blunt and straightforward manner. I didn’t want this to get uncomfortable. Phil looked at Cheryl who was still smiling, then at me. Now that both their sexual exploits were fully out in the open he physically looked more relaxed. He gave me a smile and thumbs up and I nodded in recognition back.

“Where’s Jay now?” Cheryl asked

“In the shower.” Phil answered looking from Cheryl to me. “She’s a bit pissed off though. I think she was looking for more sex than she got, this being the last free day you guys have in London.”

“Okay,” Cheryl said heading in the direction of the shower. “Come on Steve, let’s find Jay, get showered then go and get that bite to eat.”

I followed her into the showers and we found Jay alone standing in the shower room that was a line of six shower heads running along one wall.

“There you are,” she said as she rinsed the cheap, shampoo out that was provided in a bottle dispenser screwed to the wall.

“Yes, here we are.” Cheryl said approaching Jay and without saying anymore, wrapped her arms around her neck and kissed her. Jay responded and I watched as they held each other and kissed beneath the spray of the warm shower. Cheryl stopped kissing her and lowered her head to Jay’s nipples and sucked and nibbled on each; Jay shutting her eyes and holding Cheryl’s head as her tits were played with. Cheryl stopped to resume kissing her and backed Jay up against the tiled wall where she ran a hand down to Jay’s pussy and ran a finger up and down the lips before gently inserting it up to the last knuckle. Jay let out a yelp and muttered, “Oh fuck,” as Cheryl finger fucked with one, then two, then three fingers. Jay dropped her own hand and began to rub Cheryl’s clit before entering two fingers of her own and began finger fucking Cheryl.

They stood there kissing under the water, kissing and finger fucking each other before Cheryl moved back and moved Jay down to lie on the shower floor. Jay laid down in the flowing water and opened her legs wide as Cheryl turned and lowered her pussy to Jays waiting mouth while she placed her mouth over Jay’s pussy and started to run her tongue up and down the lips before holding them open with her hands and forcing the tip of her tongue into the hole and probed around. Jay held on to Cheryl’s arse cheeks and sucked on her clit, her nose rubbing between the pussy lips as she sucked and jabbed with her tongue making Cheryl break away from Jay’s pussy to yelp; even more so when Jay moved a hand and gently inserted a finger into Cheryl’s arsehole.

Cheryl began rubbing Jay’s clit hard and with her other hand inserted a finger into Jay’s arse, swiftly pushing it in and out. Jay squealed at the sensation and attacked Cheryl’s clit with her fingers, rubbing in circles and then up and down. Both girls were now rubbing each other’s clits and were finger fucking the respective arseholes with two fingers now and, judging by the vocal build up from each of them, I knew they would cum together.

I had stood under a shower and was washing myself with the cheap, provided shower gel while this was going on, stopping to watch before rinsing the suds away. My hard-on had returned and I knew I could have fucked either or both of them, but I held back. I needed to save myself for the filming tomorrow. I’m not as young as I used to be.

Both girls had started shouting and a small crowd of naked men and a couple of women had appeared by the shower entrance to watch. A couple of lucky men were receiving a blow job by their female partners while the solo guys stood watching and wanking. Cheryl suddenly threw her head back and screamed out loud as her orgasm hit and she came over Jay’s face, a jet of her ejaculate hitting Jay as she opened her mouth and let out a long shout of her own.

Droplets of Jay’s cum splashed around Cheryl’s fingers as they continued to thrust in and out of Jay’s arsehole while she carried on shouting with the orgasm as it ran through her. Cheryl then stopped shouting and started panting, clearly out of breath and slowed her fingers as Jay went quiet and started to pant also. Cheryl slowly removed her fingers from Jay’s arse and lifted herself away from Jay’s face and fingers before moving up to lay next to her under the spray of the shower where they embraced and kissed, a small round of applause coming from the voyeurs in the doorway.

Phil had heard the commotion and was also stood watching and clapping. I found out later that this was the first time he had seen Cheryl with anyone else, just as when Cheryl saw him fucking Jay in the sauna had been hers. I also reckoned that this was the first time Cheryl had fucked in front of a crowd.

The girls slowly stood up and took a little bow to the appreciative crowd and I joined in with the clapping, well aware that I was hard and aching to fuck, but knowing I had to hold back until the next day. The girls showered themselves, giggling at the excitement and exhibitionism they had just taken part in and were soon dried, dressed and ready to leave.

“You off guys?” Kelly said as we put our towels in the big bucket on the floor by the counter and handed back our locker keys. We all nodded as Jay approached and leaned over the counter to gently give her a small kiss. “See you later?” Jay asked her.

“Definitely,” Kelly replied. “I’ll probably get there about 7:15. Is that okay?”

“Sure,” Jay replied. “I’ll come out and get you.” She leaned over a gave her another quick kiss then took my hand and led the four of us out.

“I’m assuming that Kelly is now joining us for tomorrow?” I asked Jay as she flagged down a passing black cab.

“Yep. She asked if we were going back here tomorrow and I explained that we couldn’t and why and she said she would be well up for that. She phoned her boss and got the day off and is coming to the meeting tonight.”

“Cool,” I said trying to mentally add up the amount of people that would be involved in the filming.

15 minutes later the cab dropped us off in Regent Street and we cut through to Soho and had dinner at a Sushi restaurant. In quiet voices we had an open and frank discussion about everything that had happened at the spa. Jay didn’t hold back in telling Cheryl and I about her exploits followed by Cheryl confessing to fucking me and no one else. Phil didn’t seem bothered by this; after all, he had fucked Jay and another young girl in there.

Having eaten we left and made our way to Kenny’s. Cheryl and Phil walked ahead of me and Jay hand-in-hand and, it may be my imagination, but they seemed closer, as if the experiences they had just gone through had, possibly, made them closer.

As we walked down the road we could see a group of people having a chat outside Kenny’s. Manus and Sara, Kylie and Paul, Mary and Keith, Sue and Clive, Simon and Jim and James who would be filming the action. They saw us approaching and gave a wave and a ‘hi,’ when we reached them. As we got to them the door to Kenny’s was opened by Katy from the inside.

“Hi everyone,” she said in a bright tone. “Come on in, the coffee’s on.” Everyone strolled in except me and Jay who hung around outside. “Coming in?” Katy asked as she held the door open.

“In a minute. We’re just waiting for someone.” I said meaning Mike who we had met that morning.

“Okay, I’ll leave the door on the latch,” Katy said slowly shutting the door.

“Do you think he’ll come?” Jay asked me as we stood hand-in-hand by the door.

“I don’t know,” I replied. “We didn’t exactly tell him anything. We’ll give him five minutes then go in.” I expected Jay to answer, ‘okay,’ but instead she said in a worrying tone, “Oh fuck.”

I looked to where Jay was looking and saw Mike, casually dressed walking towards us, hand-in-hand with a very attractive woman and she didn’t look happy.

“Why the fuck,” Jay said in a disbelieving tone, “would he bring his wife?”

To be continued in Part Sixteen where an awkward situation arises, the filming is discussed and the final plans are made to retrieve the paintings

In a society where mass slavery has persisted into the 21st Century, a prostitute-slave named Sara endures pain, humiliation and casual exploitation in the service of a Las Vegas casino.

In a society that otherwise resembles our own, mass slavery has persisted into the 21st Century. It is a common and accepted feature of public and private life. Males and females of all ethnic backgrounds are held thrall, without status or legal rights. They are quite literally living property, and may be bought, sold and used for any purpose, including: hard labor, breeding, menial work and sexual servitude.

This series of stories, which is not presented in any particular order, explores the daily life of a prostitute-slave named Sara. Purchased at auction by a Las Vegas casino, she is tasked with fulfilling the sexual urges of its clientèle, who pay for her favors along with room service and Wi-Fi access. Subject to their every whim, she has known both anguish and delight, but most often casual exploitation.

When she is not engaged by a guest, Sara must contend with capricious and underpaid corporate overseers and occasionally vicious slave stable politics.

***

Continued from Part II

The first time the elevator opened onto the skyway, Sara could not muster the courage to step outside. After a moment, it closed and carried her back down to the maintenance corridor. For a time, she stood staring at a distorted image of herself in the scratched and battered metal doors.

It was not a slave who stared back at her – it was a woman.

In place of her strappy black heels, she wore a pair of casual cork wedges with tan leather accents. Her legs were covered by a pair of tattered jeans, which fit almost as snugly as the stockings they replaced. Beneath them: a simple white cotton thong, which peaked above her waistline in the back.

Her midriff was bare, below a tight, faded t-shirt with “I love Las Vegas” on the chest, except that the word “love” was replaced with a plump red heart. Underneath that, she wore a white shelf bra that showed off the natural shape of her breasts and bared her nipples, which stood out through the clingy t-shirt.

At her side, she held the shopping bag that contained her house dress and the toys that Cruz instructed her to bring.

Steeling herself, Sara pressed the button marked “S” again and the elevator lurched into motion. The doors parted, and she forced herself across the threshold. She nearly panicked when the doors closed behind her, and she looked back and realized that there was a lock in place of the call button. After taking a moment to control her breathing, she walked up a short flight of concrete steps which deposited her on the pedestrian bridge.

Sara had looked down on this bridge countless times, watching the people walk back and forth, imagining where they had been, where they were going and what wonders they had seen. She had never, ever dared to hope to walk across it herself.

Having lived virtually her entire life indoors, the sensations were overwhelming. The air was so hot and dry that she found it difficult to draw into her lungs. It was being carried along by gusts of wind, which brought with them scraps of paper and tiny particles of grit that she could feel impacting on her face and skin.

No longer diminished by the tinted windows of Helios, the sunlight was blinding. Even the white concrete surface of the walkway made her squint against the glare.

From beneath her feet, the roar of the traffic was continuous. She could actually feel the bridge tremble every time a heavy truck rumbled past.

Although her senses were under constant assault, it was a tiny change in the behavior of the people around her that stood out the most. When she was on display or just walking the floor of the casino, men would stare at her unabashed. Their eyes would settle on her cleavage or her ass, with no more regard than looking at a picture on the wall.

It was subtle, but that had changed. Rather than staring, men stole quick peeks at her or avert their eyes altogether — only to look back as she passed.

Women, who usually ignored her, looked on with a mixture of admiration and envy. She saw one woman actually drive her elbow into the ribs of the man next to her when his gaze lingered little too long. It all came together in a heady rush that flowed into her, fulfilling some part of her that she never knew was empty.

“Hey, baby!” said a young man who suddenly appeared out of the crowd. He had dark skin and curly hair.

“You love Las Vegas? Uh, yeah – me to! Do you want to go somewhere, maybe a club? I could buy you a drink… or dinner? Whatever you want… Where are you from, baby?”

Sara carefully set her face with a cool expression and a small smile. Her eyes flicked up and down his body, then she continued across the bridge. Another young man, standing next to him, burst out laughing.

“Ice cold!” he said. “Ouch, Fadi! She is just way, way, way out of your league!”

Sara walked on, smiling. Stepping into the shadow of Camelot, she was grateful for the relief from the blazing sun. Looking back over her shoulder at Helios, she was surprised by how small the pyramid looked. Before, its vast atrium and endless ranks of guest rooms had seemed like the entire world.

Turning back towards Camelot, she identified its cavernous entryway – a mighty stone arch beneath a huge banner that read: “Lords and Ladies, Welcome to Camelot! Enjoy the Many Pleasures our Castle has to Offer!”

Before she stepped inside, Sara looked further along The Strip in the direction she had been walking. In the distance, she could see a collection of glass towers, sparkling in the sun. Below them, rising from a pool of water was the mighty figure of a woman in long robes, rendered in a green patina – the Statue of Fortune.

It was another casino, The Big Apple, which Sara knew from her recent training had been built to resemble New York, a great city far, far away. She took one step towards it – one step towards that next unexplored marvel – and then she felt every prod that had ever been touched to her skin and triggered come upon her at once. She turned back and walked into the castle.

The space was bustling. Jugglers, musicians and acrobats performed all around her while the churning crowd pushed in a dozen different directions at once. Moving deeper into the air conditioned space, Sara spotted a utility in a brightly colored harlequin uniform. She approached him, mentally rehearsing the words she would speak.

“Boy,” she began.

“Yes, mistress?” he replied immediately, his eyes low.

“Take me to this room,” she said, holding out the card Cruz had provided.

Bowing his head, he took it from her.

“Yes, mistress,” he said. “May this boy carry your bag for you, mistress?”

She was about to decline what she took to be a very peculiar request – no one having ever offered to ease her burden – when she remembered who she appeared to be.

“Yes, boy,” she said, taking care not to thank him.

“Thank you, mistress.”

The utility led her across the casino floor to a bank of elevators. Up on the fifth floor, he steered her down a long hall and opened the door to room 528. He walked in ahead of her, putting the bag and the card down on a small table.

“Enjoy your stay at Camelot, mistress,” he said.

She let him go without another word.

***

Walking into the room, Sara felt the whole world turn inside out. Cruz was kneeling at the foot of the king-sized bed, wearing the house dress of a Helios slut. Everything was exactly as it should have been, and also completely, totally wrong. Sara reached out to the wall to keep her balance and focused on her breathing to steady herself.

Finding her center, she barked at Cruz: “Up, slave! Everything off, now!”

The overseer stood and started pulling off her scant coverings. She did it badly. During her training, Sara had been taught either to perform a striptease while undressing, or to simply make her clothes disappear. Cruz did neither, and she left everything in an untidy pile on the floor.

The overseer had never undressed during any of their previous sessions. Sara did not regard her as an unattractive woman, but seeing her naked it was obvious that she would never have been selected as a slut, if she had been a slave. She had a bit of a belly and her C-cup breasts drooped a little when they were released from her bra. Sara gestured for her to turn around. Her ass was broad and shapeless.

When Cruz turned back towards her, Sara stepped in close. She took a small patch of the overseer’s thick pubic hair between her thumb and forefinger and ripped it out by the roots. Cruz gasped. Her body jerked back, away from the pain – a reflex that would have been trained out of a slave years earlier.

“Unacceptable!” Sara shouted, holding the hairs up for Cruz to see. “Shave!”

Cruz scurried off to the bathroom. When she heard the water start to run, Sara heaved a deep breath, trying to compose herself to continue the session. She pulled a heavy wooden chair away from the desk and set it up facing a full-length mirror on the wall.

The chair had worn, steel-reinforced eyelets set into its arms and legs. As Sara suspected, this was a “playroom,” set up specifically for guests who wanted to take full advantage of a slave during their stay. The bed would have similar mounting points to secure ropes or shackles, and the walls and door were no doubt soundproof to deaden any screams.

When Cruz returned, Sara had rigged the chair with heavy cuffs. Sara took her by the neck, inspected her shaved vulva, then bent her over the back of the chair. The slave locked her wrists and ankles in place, leaving her exposed.

With the overseer incapable of doing anything but waiting, Sara took her time undressing. She decided leave the shelf bra on, just because she could.

Next, she retrieved a strap-on dildo from the shopping bag, along with a bullet vibrator and a tube of lubricant. Cruz turned pale as she watched Sara in the mirror, buckling the nine-inch monster around her waist.

“Sara,” she swallowed. “That’s too big. Did you bring something smaller?”

The slave stepped up behind her, took one of the folds of her labia between the tip of her finger and her thumbnail and squeezed, hard. Cruz cried out.

“Say, ‘Mistress,’” Sara said, detached.

“Mistress,” Cruz stammered. “It’s too big. It won’t fit in my cunt.”

“It’s not going in your cunt,” Sara replied.

Sara saw the first glimmer of real fear in her eyes. She began pulling at her restraints.

“No, Sara! No! You can’t!”

Cruz shivered as Sara worked the cold lubricant into her waiting anus.

“It won’t hurt as much if you relax,” Sara advised her.

The overseer turned frantic.

“I haven’t… I mean… I can’t… Please, Sara!”

The slave pressed the tip of the dildo against the overseer’s tight rear hole.

“You have to stop, Sara! Don’t do it! You’re going to hurt me!”

Unmoved, the slave slowly rocked her hips forward and watched the bulbous head disappear inside Cruz. She shrieked.

While she was picking out toys, it occurred to Sara that there might be consequences if she actually tore up the overseer’s guts, so she picked out a dildo with a “sissy tip.”

To look at it, the dildo was indistinguishable from the cruel latex giants with hard rubber cores that had made Sara and countless other slaves tremble in fear of the agony they would soon be suffering. However, with a sissy tip, the head and the surface of the shaft were spongy, so that even without stretching, it was likely to cause some pain but no real damage.

Most often, sissy tips were used in public displays, to give guests the impression of a brutal reaming without the cost of sending a slave to the infirmary afterward. Sometimes, packets of fake blood would be inserted into the receiving slave, to enhance the effect.

Sara guessed – correctly, it seemed – that Cruz might not have much anal experience, so just seeing the size of the dildo in combination with the sensation of being penetrated would create the desired effect without really hurting her.

Sara leaned forward. The thick shaft pushed deeper into Cruz.

“Stop! Stop!” she cried. “It’s too big!”

With her hips finally pressed against the overseer’s doughy ass, Sara pulled back then pressed forward again, establish a rhythm for herself. With the overseer wailing, she touched the controller for the bullet vibrator, which was riding in a pocket next to her clit. She sighed.

After a few dozen more strokes, the overseer’s screams yielded to dull grunts at each full penetration, accompanied by the slap of Sara’s hips against her ass.

The slave quickened her pace. Each new thrust pressed the vibrator into her clit, delivering fresh burst of pleasure. Moments later, she was gasping, then crying out as she built towards a powerful climax.

On the cusp, she reached out and took a handful of the overseer’s hair, jerking her head back so that she could watch in the mirror as Sara took her orgasm from her ruined ass. Their eyes met in the reflection, then Cruz watched as the slave spasmed and succumbed to bliss.

When she had recovered, Sara walked around to the front of the chair and put the soiled dildo in the overseer’s face.

“Clean it up,” she said.

“No… No, I won’t,” Cruz said.

The slave grabbed the overseer’s hair and pushed her mouth down towards the dildo. Cruz twisted away, her lips clamped shut.

Unperturbed, Sara retrieved several small items from the bag. The first was a fat, smooth metal cylinder with a rubber seal halfway between its rounded ends. She smeared it with lubricant, then pushed it inside the overseer’s vagina.

“What is that?” Cruz asked, anxious, unable to see what was being done to her own body.

“A shock stick,” said Sara, screwing a clamp shut on the overseer’s labia, trapping the metal object inside of her.

Cruz winced as she felt the clamp bite down on her delicate flesh.

“Sluts can’t be punished in their cunts!” she protested, terrified.

“Sluts can’t be punished in their cunts by the house. Guests can do whatever they want,” said Sara, pushing a button on the remote control.

For two seconds, the overseer’s sex was transformed into pure, electric pain. The air exploded out of her lungs in an unformed scream as she endured the worst agony of her entire life.

Sara stepped back around in front of Cruz, brushing the tip of the dildo against her cheek.

“Clean it up,” she said.

“No…” Cruz panted. “No…”

Holding the controller where Cruz could see it, Sara triggered a three-second shock.

“Please don’t…” the overseer’s words dissolved into a high-pitched shriek as she endured an even worse pain.

Sara touched the dildo to the overseer’s lips.

“Clean it up,” she said.

“I can’t… Please…”

The slave readied a four-second shock.

“No! I’ll do it! I’ll do it!” Cruz blurted out. “Don’t burn me again, please! I’ll do it!”

Sara smiled and pushed her hips forward. Cruz made an awful retching sound as the head of the dildo slipped between her teeth. She kept her lips curled back to avoid touching the shaft, even as Sara pressed it against the back of her throat.

“I said, ‘Clean it up!’” Sara snapped. “Suck on it – use your lips and tongue.”

Seeing Sara’s finger moving towards the trigger on the remote control, Cruz surrendered with a terrible whimper. She wrapped her lips around Sara’s filthy rubber cock and sucked it like a well-trained slut.

***

Sara had not intended to take pleasure from the overseer’s oral service, but as she watched her head bobbing up and down between her legs, she felt her clit twitch. Surrendering to the urgings of her body, the slave viciously throat-fucked Cruz to orgasm, then tied her down on the bed, her legs spread wide.

She removed the vibrator from the strap-on, held it to the overseer’s clit, then secured it with athletic tape. Turning it up to maximum, she straddled Cruz and pressed her sex down onto her face.

With Cruz working her clit, Sara built slowly towards her third orgasm of the evening, occasionally smothering the overseer to keep her focused and motivated.

Feeling Cruz shuddering beneath her, Sara rose a few inches up on her knees. Cruz gasped.

“I’m cumming! I’m cumming! Oh, gods! I’m cumming!” she cried. “Turn off the vibrator! It’s too much! Too much! Please…”

Sara silenced the overseer by pressing herself back down onto her mouth – without touching the vibrator’s controller.

Cruz had two more writhing orgasms before Sara was finally satisfied. Relaxed and happy, the slave climbed off the bed. The overseer looked desperate.

“Turn it off!” she begged. “Please, turn it off! I’m going to cum again… It’s too much! Please…”

Unaffected, Sara started towards the bathroom.

“No!” the overseer cried after her. “Gods, no! I’m cumming! I… I… uh… Gods, please… No! Uh… I can’t!”

The slave drew a hot bath for herself in the oversized tub and settled in for a nice, long soak. For Sara, a bath was a rare luxury – showers that spit needles of lukewarm water were all that the house provided for sluts.

Every few minutes, she would listen to Cruz have another orgasm – her pleas growing ever more frantic and, ultimately, incoherent. When she stopped making sounds altogether, Sara reluctantly climbed out of the tub and pulled on a plush robe that hung from a hook on the back of the bathroom door.

Walking back into the bedroom, she stood watching Cruz occasionally jerk against her restraints, her glassy eyes fixed on the ceiling. The bedding was saturated with her juices, which had created a large wet spot spreading out from around her hips. She did not notice Sara.

The overseer was in an entirely different place, her body nothing more than a fleshy sack overflowing with hormones that her brain had long since lost the ability to process. Like a primitive, single-celled amoeba, she could only perceive one type of stimulus – orgasm – and only offer one type of response: a feeble tug against the bonds that held her.

Seeing her pathetic display, Sara felt a wetness between her own legs. Retrieving another vibrator from the shopping bag, she sat down and got herself off while watching Cruz twitch.

Afterward, she released the overseer from her restraints, but all she could do was curl into a fetal position while the vibrator continued its relentless assault on her clit.

Sara took pity on her and shut off the vibrator. Suddenly denied the stimulation that had defined her existence for more than two hours, Cruz shuddered and then lay still.

***

The overseer shrieked in agony as the slave triggered the shock stick inside her vagina, still trapped behind her clamped labia. The jolt ripped Cruz out of her stupor, her limbs flailing.

“Up, bitch!” shouted Sara. “Kneeling spread!”

Cruz tried to lift herself up onto her knees, but collapsed back into her own spent juices. Sara administered another shock. She screamed again.

“On the floor, you filthy slut!” Sara snarled, pointing to a spot on the carpet in the middle of the room.

Desperate to avoid another flash of searing pain, the overseer threw herself off the side of the bed and crawled over to the slave’s feet. She knelt: legs spread, chin high, fingers interlaced behind her head so that her arms were held up and away from her body.

It was an intensely vulnerable posture, which Sara was mostly required to assume when she was being berated or punished.

Satisfied, the slave picked up the telephone.

“This is room 528 in tower four” she said. “My slut has wet the bed. I need it changed immediately.”

Sara watched Cruz blush furiously and bow her head, utterly humiliated. She hung up the phone.

“Eyes up, cunt,” she said, fingering the shock stick’s controller. “You can’t expect me to sleep in your filth just because you can’t control your own body.”

“Yes, mistress,” the overseer croaked softly, her eyes wet.

Moments later, there was a knock at the door. Still wearing the bathrobe, Sara opened it, admitting a male utility and three drones.

“Good evening, mistress,” said the utility, eyes low.

With practiced speed and robotic precision, the drones stripped off the saturated bedding and began to apply a fresh set. Sara noticed the utility’s gaze settle on Cruz, her heavy breasts and shaved vulva on open display.

Following a sudden impulse, Sara reached down and cupped the utility’s genitals through his trousers. He turned white as her hand moved expertly around his private parts. He was intact, but locked in chastity.

“Too bad,” she whispered into his ear, loud enough for Cruz to hear. “I was hoping maybe you could plug her for me – she seems to be leaking.”

The utility turned bright red and hung his head, humiliated. Cruz began to weep, her chest convulsing with silent sobs.

The drones finished their work and departed with the utility. Sara smiled, advancing on Cruz while lifting her robe to receive cunnalingus from her.

Catching a glimpse of herself in the mirror, the slave felt her guts churn. She realized that she had broken the one unspoken rule that all slaves have among themselves: never to increase the suffering of another slave – unless explicitly ordered to do so.

Her heart sank, thinking about how she had needlessly humiliated the utility – and she had even enjoyed it. Sitting down on the edge of the bed, she felt sick. Given the power of a mistress for just a few hours, she had become as cruel and capricious as any that she herself had ever serviced.

Without thinking, she picked up phone to have the utility called back so she could apologize, but she hung up again without speaking a word. It was absurd to even contemplate what she would say to him. She had done an awful thing, and she had no choice but to carry the guilt of it forward – like pain that lingers after a caning.

***

Returning to Helios, Sara did not see House Mistress Cruz for several days – and she was actually glad for it. The game, or whatever it was, had gone too far. She might not have believed it herself a week earlier, but there were some things that she would not trade for an orgasm.

When she looked up at the assignment board and saw that once again it was blank to the right of “2280,” there was no immediate rush of fear. Instead, she felt resigned. She looked towards the dom, waiting for the verbal instructions that she knew would come.

“Sara is to see House Master Gabriel, office five,” she said.

Startled, Sara felt her apprehension beginning to rise. Stepping into the office, Gabriel quickly closed the door behind her. She immediately sensed his agitation, and her fear rose further.

“Strip – naked,” he said.

Gabriel took advantage of the stable sluts as much as every other house master, but he was never demeaning or brusque. In fact, Sara usually regarded him as one of the most sympathetic overseers – willing to listen and not as quick as others to hand out punishment. She could sense none of that in him. He seemed angry – maybe even frightened.

Once she was undressed, Gabriel took a heavy leather collar and fastened it tight around her neck. It was not a costume piece – it was a serious restraint with a built-in choke.

“I don’t know what you did, Sara, but you’re in deep shit,” he said, concentrating on his work.

Next, he fixed cuffs around her wrists and ankles.

To her horror, he attached a leash to her collar, then led her out through the stable, naked except for her restraints. She could feel eyes on her as she walked, head bowed in shame. Other girls glanced at her sideways or looked away altogether. No one spoke. Sara was completely disgraced and terrified, knowing that this type of public humiliation was always a prelude to torture.

They stepped into an elevator and House Master Gabriel pressed the button for Sub-Level 9 – the deepest part of the entire complex.

“Please, master…” Sara began, as soon as the doors slid shut.

“Shut up!” he snapped. “I don’t want to talk to you right now.”

The slave began to tremble, breathing exercises no longer sufficient to hold back her fear. She could feel the depth pressing down on her. The air turned cold.

The doors parted. She started to hyperventilate. House Master Gabriel tugged firmly on her leash, partially closing the choke around her throat, making her fight even harder for each breath. She was in a dimly lit corridor, walking past black-painted metal doors, each marked with a number stenciled in white. From behind each door, she could hear the sounds of slaves being tortured.

“Please, Master! Please, don’t! Don’t put any more in!” cried a female voice. “Brenda has learned! She won’t ever do it ever again! Please! It hurts so bad! Please!”

The slave’s pleas gave way to high-pitched shrieks, joining the chorus of agony that echoed all around them.

Sara was already feeling lightheaded when Gabriel opened the door to room 15. She could hear her heart pounding and darkness had begun to gather in her peripheral vision.

Yanked through the doorway by her collar, she froze. The room was dark, except for a pool of light centered on a reinforced gynecological examination table. There were anchor points for her wrist and ankle cuffs, as well as thick leather straps to hold her thighs, waist, chest and arms in place.

The table was surrounded on three sides by racks and trays displaying every conceivable means of inflicting pain: whips, paddles, canes, electrical wires with clips and probes, surgical instruments, inflatable plugs, tidy rows of sterilized needs, vacuum cylinders, specula, a pot of glowing coals with branding irons and other things – things that Sara hoped she would never understand.

A mirror hung overhead, so that she would be able to watch everything that was being done to her while she was strapped down on the table.

Shadowy figures stood just beyond the light. One of them, a tall, muscular man, walked towards her, extending his hand to take her leash.

Sara vomited, emptying her stomach onto the concrete floor.

The tall man took the leash from House Master Gabriel.

“Clean that up,” he said in a deep, commanding voice. “Also, bring me a chair.”

Several drones leapt to fulfill his orders – kneeling to mop up Sara’s watery vomit and setting a sturdy metal chair in the pool of light, facing the examination table.

As he stepped out of the shadows, Sara could see the man pulling her along clearly. His skin was dark – nearly black – and his head was shaved. He wore a tailored suit, polished leather shoes and an expensive watch.

He brought her over to the chair.

“Sit down, Sara,” he said.

She obeyed, head low, body quivering with fear.

He took a crisp white handkerchief from his pocket and used it to gently dab her chin, cleaning up slimy strings of vomit.

“Have this laundered and returned to my office,” he said, holding it up for a drone who immediately snatched it out of his hand.

Unhurried, he leaned back against the examination table, studying the slave. Feeling nausea welling up inside of her again, Sara sucked air through her teeth in short, shallow breaths.

“Sara, my name is Nigel Westin,” the man said. “I manage the stables here at Helios. I want you to listen very carefully to what I am about to tell you.

“As a house girl, you’re accustomed to the idea that certain parts of your body and certain types of punishment are off-limits for you. Those rules don’t apply to me. I can do anything to any part of you that I decide is necessary.”

Sara choked down an acrid swig of vomit that flooded into her mouth.

“Having said that, I have not brought you here to punish you,” he continued. “Whether or not you go up on this table is entirely up to you. I need you to answer some questions for me, and if you do that honestly and without reservation, I promise that this whole process will be completely painless.

“Do you understand what I am saying to you?”

She managed a faint nod.

“Good,” he smiled. “I’m going to ask you about House Mistress Cruz and the your activities with her over the past several months. Are you going to talk to me about that?”

She nodded again, stronger.

“I’m glad, Sara,” he said. “You’re a pretty girl, and I just hate seeing pretty girls get hurt. Before we start, I want to ask you a different question:

“Are you cold? I’m wearing a wool suit, and I’m freezing down here. This must be extremely uncomfortable for you.”

“Yes, master,” she answered, allowing a small smile to cross her lips.

He nodded, smiling himself.

“House Master Gabriel, please bring Sara a robe and some slippers,” he said, looking out into the darkness. “I think she is going to be a good girl for us.”

***

Sara told him everything that happened in explicit detail. He seemed to already know much of it, and she was fascinated when he showed her photographs and video of her journey from the Helios stable to the guest room in Camelot. Secretly, she was thrilled as she watched herself – not a slave, not a slut – but a carefree, beautiful young woman.

House Mistress Cruz never returned to the stable. Gabriel later told her that Cruz had been fired – which meant that she would no longer serve at Helios and she would have to find another place to work. Sara ventured that there could be worse fates than to be a woman, free, exploring fabulous Las Vegas.

Gabriel laughed.

“You’ve got a pretty easy life, Sara,” he said. “No parents nagging you to finish college, and you never have to figure out how you’re going to pay the rent.”

He opened the door to a luxurious suite at the apex of the pyramid, where the entire starting lineup for the NSU-LV men’s basketball team was waiting for her to arrive. They paid to have the room, and Sara, for the entire night, just so that they could gang-bang her for a few hours ahead of their game against UC La Jolla that evening.

Claire has been made to take work experience at “Titcage”, a lobby organisation created to degrade women. You can find the first chapter here: http://stories.xnxx.com/story/58002/

Around 11 am Claire felt thirsty. She had been working all day, and felt flushed and overheated from blushing so much at what she was looking at. She looked around and spotted a cool, inviting water cooler across the room. She got up and headed towards it.

‘Psst!’ said a voice. Claire turned and saw a thin, pretty long-haired teenaged blonde looking at her. The girl had an elfin, friendly face, a short wrap skirt and a button up shirt knotted under her medium-sized tits. Her tag identified her as Kitten, and according to her ID she was a B-grade fuck.

Kitten made a no-go motion towards the water cooler, crossing her hands across each other. ‘That one’s for the men,’ said Kitten. ‘We drink from the cordial.’ She pointed to another cooler, filled with red liquid.

‘Thanks!’ said Claire. She thought the prohibition was strange, but she liked the look of Kitten – she seemed friendly – and she appreciated the advice. She headed to the cordial cooler and poured off a plastic cup full of the liquid. It tasted strange, she discovered, but thick and sweet. Claire drank it all and then poured another cup to take back to her desk. As she watched, she was aware of all the men in the room watching her – or, more specifically, watching her tits. She blushed and sat back down, ready to describe the next naked whore the system offered up.

The cordial worked its way through Claire’s system, as she stared at a succession of embarrassing photos of naked sluts. About 90 minutes after she’d drunk the cordial, she became aware of a growing pressure in her bladder, and realised she needed to pee. It was almost lunchtime anyway, but she needed to go now, so she got up and headed for the toilets.

The toilet doors opened directly onto the open plan office, and were marked with the usual male and female signs, but the text was unusual. They read “girls” and “people”. Claire didn’t like the implication that girls weren’t people, but she entered the “girls” door anyway.

The room inside was a cool, and gently lit. Claire was immensely confused by it. It didn’t look like the toilets she’d expected. There were no stalls and no wash basins – just a large tiled room with a low bench at one end and some shower-style hoses and small indentations in the wall at the other. She turned around and left again.

She spotted Kitten’s desk nearby. ‘Hey,’ she said to Kitten, walking over to the girl. ‘Where are the toilets?’

‘Through there,’ said Kitten, pointing at the door Claire had just used.

‘No, that’s the showers,’ said Claire, whispering. People were looking at her and she felt her face starting to flush. She felt stupid being the new girl who didn’t know where the toilets were.

Claire had always been embarrassed by toilets. As a young girl she’d been mortified when her father had talked to her friends about how Claire sometimes wet the bed. And she’d never lived down having accidentally wet herself in fifth grade. She’d never been able to get past the idea that she was bad at pissing, that she was stupid and dirty because of it. It was enormously hard even to talk to Kitten about it now.

Kitten laughed. ‘They can be a bit confusing. Let me show you. I need to go anyway.’ Kitten reached down between her legs and adjusted something that Claire couldn’t see, and then got up and walked the blushing Claire back inside the ‘toilets’.

‘They don’t install actual toilets,’ said Kitten, inside. The two girls were alone in here, which Claire found helped. She was still blushing though. Kitten continued: ‘Women don’t need toilets and in any case they cost too much. There’s drains in the floor, so you just take off any clothes that are in the way and piss standing up.’

‘What?’ asked Claire, horrified.

‘It’s just like camping,’ said Kitten. ‘Oh, except don’t squat. You’ve got to do it standing up. Squatting’s unattractive and if the supervisors catch you doing it you’ll get in trouble.’ Kitten peeled off her short skirt and laid it on the low bench. Claire gasped. It felt wrong to be here with Kitten disrobing. It felt slutty and wrong. Kitten was wearing no panties underneath, and Claire blushed to find herself looking at Kitten’s shaved pussy. It was cute – exactly like what Claire imagined a perfect vagina to look like. And right through her clit, there was a small metal ring. It looked painful, but at the same time it fascinated Claire.

Kitten closed her eyes, blushing a little, and then slowly urine began to pulse and trickle from her twat and run down her legs. It pooled at her feet and then ran off to a nearby drain. Claire couldn’t believe she was watching another girl piss in front of her but it would be impolite to leave. She had no friends here except Kitten and she didn’t know what she’d say if she left – clearly what Kitten was doing was normal here.

Claire flashed back to when she was 14 and her father had come into the bathroom to find her peeing in the bathtub because the toilet was broken. Claire had already been humiliated even while she was alone, squatting in the cold porcelain tub and peeing, and it had been worse when her father had grabbed her, spread her legs, and starting spanking her still-piss-damp pussy. Claire had cried and wailed for hours and that night had lain awake thinking about what a dirty animal she must be to have deserved such punishment.

Now, Claire watched as Kitten pissed, entranced by the river of urine running down the girl’s beautiful leg. She watched until finally the flow stopped. When it did, Kitten walked to the wall, took down on of the shower hoses Claire had seen, turned it on, and rinsed her legs and cunt clean. She moaned a little as the water played across her inner thighs.

‘You’ll want to wear heels to work, like you are now,’ said Kitten as she washed, angling the water at her pussy. ‘If you wear socks they’ll just get pissy and wet. And you need to be careful with the hose or you’ll get your shirt wet. A lot of girls just get completely naked to be sure.’ She pressed the hose against her vagina and sighed contentedly.

‘This is weird,’ said Claire unhappily.

‘No, it’s no weirder than sitting on a bowl,’ said Kitten. ‘Soon you’ll wonder how you pissed any other way. Also, the washing off is just for your own comfort. The organisation doesn’t care if your legs are pissy, you won’t get in trouble for that.’ She turned off the hose and hung it back up.

‘What if I need to…’ said Claire, and stopped.

‘Shit?’ laughed Kitten. ‘Just stick your ass in one of the indents in the wall and poop. They’ll take care of the cleaning up.’ She put her skirt back on. ‘Good luck, honey,’ she said. ‘I’ll see you at lunch if you want?’

‘Okay,’ said Claire. When Kitten had left, Claire nervously took off her skirt and pulled off her panties and put them on the bench. Then she moved to stand right above a drain, spread her legs a little, and tried to relax. It took a while, but finally piss began to spurt from her vagina. Initially it arced out and splashed away from her, but soon it slowed to a trickle and ran down her legs. Claire felt strange and dirty and was just glad no one could see her. She kept worrying that someone would burst in and spank her cunt for being so dirty. She looked at her hairy pussy and wondered what it would be like to have a shaved beaver like Kitten. When she was done she rinsed off her legs and dressed.

At lunch she found Kitten in the small break room, alone. The break room was refreshingly normal, except for more of the omnipresent posters of nude women. It had a normal-looking fridge and cupboards and a table. Claire sat down next to Kitten.

‘Is your name really Kitten?’ she asked.

Kitten laughed. ‘No, it’s Sarah, but I’m called Kitten here. Well, actually my full work name is Slutkitten, but we mostly use the short names because it’s less distressing to new people like you.’

‘Slutkitten?’ said Claire. ‘But that’s so demeaning!’

‘It’s just a name,’ said Kitten. ‘It’s no different from sorority hazing or working at a Hooters bar or whatever. It’s just part of the way the organisation promotes itself.’

Claire looked at Kitten’s badge. It read “Tits: 32C, real. Cunt capacity: 1.2 litres. Milk production: None Fertility: N/A Fuck grade: C Rank: X”. ‘What does the stuff on your badge mean?’ she asked.

‘Tits are self explanatory,’ said Kitten, cupping hers. ‘To test cunt capacity they put a balloon in your pussy and then pump it up until you cry, and that’s your capacity. Milk production is for lactating women and it shows how much they express a day and how tasty it is. Fertility is how likely you are to get pregnant. They can test that but mostly they don’t bother unless you have a high rank or you’ve already been pregnant. Fuck grade is how satisfying you are to men when they fuck you. Rank is how high in the organisation you are – the closer to A the better. You can order around anyone with a lower rank than you.’

‘So fuck grade – how do they know what that is?’ asked Claire, scared of the answer.

‘Well, for me they made me give them phone numbers for my ex boyfriends and then called them to ask how I was in bed.’ Kitten looked uncomfortable. ‘I had to listen in. It was so humiliating I was in tears. They asked how easily I got wet, and if I liked it when they called me names, and if I got wet when I was abused. I had to hear my boyfriends say I was only adequate in bed, not good. He said I didn’t swallow enough of his cum and I didn’t agree with him that I was a whore. And then they gave me the C grade.’

‘What if you’re a virgin?’ asked Claire. She was a virgin.

‘Then you get a V for virgin, and you have to ask your first fuck to call the office for an interview when you finally get laid,’ said Kitten. ‘You sure have a lot of questions!’

‘This place is weird and embarrassing,’ said Claire. ‘I hate it.’

‘But they’re so influential!’ said Kitten. ‘They’re setting lawmaking policy all over the country! Don’t you want in on the ground floor?’

Claire felt close to tears. She just shook her head.

‘Well you can always just quit, I guess,’ said Kitten. ‘Which would be a shame. You seem nice!’ She reached out and gave Claire a friendly hug, and Claire hugged her back.

It felt good to be liked, but not so good as to make Claire forget pissing down her legs.

(To be continued…)

Sonia’s body shuddered in ecstasy as her daughter, Molly, licked and sucked on her stiff, pink clitoris. Hope, Bridgette, Sharon, Robin and I stood watching in awe what must have been my wife’s sixth or seventh orgasm. Robin was stroking my erect penis with one hand as she played with her own wet pussy with the other. Hope and Bridgette fondled each other as they watched, and Sharon’s middle finger moved rhythmically in and out of her own anus.

As Sonia’s body relaxed and the shaking subsided, Molly’s tongue made a few languid circles around Sonia’s puckered asshole. Then Molli sat up, grinned up at the circle of onlookers, licked her lips like a satisfied cat and said, “My mom has the best tasting pussy and bottom ever!”

After a few minutes, Sonia and Molly headed off to the shower together, and the rest of us sat on the living room floor talking over what was to come.

“It’s interesting that Sonia got so upset about the idea of having Molly make love to her, but she enjoyed the actual experience so much.”

“I think I know the answer to that,” I responded. “Sonia had relations with her own father and mother, as well as her sisters and brother, but she was forced. Even though she felt pleasure in many of her experiences, she also felt tremendous guilt, so the prospect of having sex with her own daughter brought back all the old feelings. She really has quite a story to tell if she will!”

“Well,” Bridgette chimed in, “Molly surely doesn’t have any problems with guilt! She’ll try anything, and she just loves it if it’s sexy and feels good. I know from experience!”

“Hmm, you’ll have to tell us all about it one of these days,” Hope said.

Molly and Sonia returned from the bathroom, still naked and damp from their shower.

“I’ve been thinking…” Sonia began hesitantly.

“Yes?” Hope answered encouragingly.

“Well, today has been quite an eye-opener for me. You guys have definitely showed me some things about myself and about my family. I was just thinking that since Molly has been so loving and giving to me, I probably should return the favor.”

“That’s interesting!” Robin exclaimed. “We were just talking about the same thing. Great minds must run around in the same circles.”

We all laughed.

“Molly, would you like for your mom to lick you?” Hope queried.

Molly looked lovingly at her mother. “If you’d like to, Mommy, I would love it!”

Molly lay down on her back and spread her legs apart. Hope immediately took one of her ankles and Robin the other, lifting her legs up until her puss and her bottom were fully on display.

Sonia lay down on her stomach and ran her tongue up and down Molly’s pink pussy lips. She licked slowly, savoring the juices that were already oozing from Molly’s spread hole.
Molli moaned in delight as her mother’s tongue made circles around her clit and then delved once again into her puss, moving in and out, fucking her like a miniature cock.

“OOOH, Mommy, that feels so good,” Molly groaned. Her pussy spasmed as she began to orgasm, and her juices flowed even more copiously. Sharon knelt down on one side of Molli and Bridgette on the other, and each took an engorged reddish-pink nipple in her mouth and began to lick and suck as Sonia began to lick Molly’s clit again. Hope and Robin were caressing Molly’s legs and feet. It didn’t take long before Molly began to shake with orgasm for a second time as the four women stroked and suckled her.

No one stopped as Molly settled down after coming. They continued to suck and lick and play.

“Mommy, would you PLEASE lick my bottom hole?” Molly breathed passionately. “It’s nice and sweet after you washed it in the shower! Your finger felt so nice up inside me!”

Sonia complied immediately. Her tongue made its journey from Molly’s clitoris down to her anus slowly, licking every inch of sweet flesh in between. Molly moaned when her mother’s tongue began to lap her asshole. Sonia pursed her lips and kissed Molli’s exposed hole tenderly, and then resumed licking with the flat of her tongue, thoroughly bathing her daughter’s little rosebud.

“Oh, mom, oh please, put your tongue inside me. Fuck my little asshole!”

Sonia pointed her tongue and licked in little circles around the pink hole, teasing Molly.

“Inside, inside, oh please,” Molly pleaded, and Sonia pushed her tongue deep into Molly’s rectum. Molly squealed with pleasure as Sonia’s tongue fucked in and out of her anus. Molli’s hand moved to her pussy and became a blur as she rubbed her clit vigorously.

“Oh, God, Mom, I love that!” Molly shouted. “I’m gonna come again!” And she did, shaking and shivering and calling out to her mother not to stop.

Ten minutes later, Hope said, “We have to go home pretty soon, but we have two more things in store for you, Sonia!”

“Oh no! What now?” Sonia asked.

“You’ll see!” Hope replied, laughing. “OK, everyone get in position, just like we planned.” All the girls and I stood up and lined up one behind the other with our legs about shoulder width apart and a couple of feet separating each one in line.

“Get on your hands and knees, Sonia! You have to run the gauntlet! You have to stop as you go under the legs of each of us and get a spanking, ten spanks each. When you get all the way through, you’re almost done!”

Hope was first in line. Sonia crawled between her spread legs, and stopped as Hope spanked her bottom, slapping one cheek and then the other. After administering ten slaps to each buttock, Hope said, “Next,” and Sonia crawled to Bridgette and stopped between her legs.

Bridgette administered ten mild swats, using both hands at the same time. She tickled Sonia’s anus with her fingertip for a moment and said, “OK, next.”

Now it was my turn. My wife crawled between my legs. He bottom was bright pink and I could see that her pussy was wet. I spanked her bottom, using just one hand and then pushed my finger in and out of her puss for a moment. She moaned and spread her legs a bit further apart. After a moment I said, “Next,” and Sonia crawled on back to Sharon.

Now I got out of line, as Hope and Bridgette had before me, and stood watching to see what Sharon would do. She bent over and licked one of Sonia’s bottom cheeks and then gave it a firm slap. Sonia squealed. Sharon repeated the treatment nine more times, pulled Sonia’s bottom apart, licked her hole and then finger fucked Sonia’s asshole for a minute.

Robin was next in line, and after administering her swats, Robin put one finger up Sonia’s bottom and two in her pussy, moving them in and out rapidly, while her thumb made circles on Sonia’s clit. By now Sonia’s puss was dripping wet, and she crawled over to her daughter, Molly, who was the last in line.

“I always wanted to give you a spanking, Mom, and by the way, you never spanked me anywhere near as much as I would have liked. Molly had the ruler and gave Sonia her ten swats with a loud smacking noise and squeals and exclamations from her mother. When she was done, Molly picked up a bottle of massage oil she had set next to her and began to rub it generously on her mother’s red bottom. After a while, Molly’s fingers moved to her mother’s anus, and she inserted first one finger and then two as she fucked Sonia in the asshole.

After a few minutes, Sonia reached back and began to rub her clit, her hand sometimes straying back to feel her daughter’s fingers moving in and out of her anus. Molly removed her fingers for a moment and her mother inserted her middle finger into her own bottom. She moved her finger in and out, fucking herself, and moved her finger in circles when it was buried as deeply inside as she could get it.

Hope walked over with a blue vibrator she had taken from her purse and handed it to Molly. “Put this up her bottom and see how it fits,” Hope grinned.

Molly slowly inserted the dildo in Sonia’s bottom and then turned the vibrator on. Sonia squirmed and moaned as the blue penis tickled her insides.

After a few minutes, Molly said, “OK, I think she’s ready now! Daddy, you get to be the grand finale. We all want to watch you love Mom in her bottom.

I looked questioningly at Sonia; she smiled and nodded. As Molly and Bridgette helped Sonia to her feet and led her into our bedroom, Hope and Sharon each took one of my hands and we followed behind. In the bedroom, the girls had me lay on my back on the bed. Hope crawled up on the bed and began to kiss my lips. I looked over at Sonia, Molly and Bridgette and saw that they were alternately kissing each other, their hands caressing breasts, bottoms and pussies.

Sharon and Robin got on the bed with Hope and me and began to play with my penis, then licking and sucking it as Hope and I continued to kiss, our tongues entwined. Finally Sharon and Robin began to take turns licking my balls and sucking on my shaft until I was rock-hard and not that far from coming.

Molly and Bridgette brought Sonia over to the bed and had her watch the women loving me. Molly rubbed more oil into Sonia’s anus, and then all the women got up and stood around the bed as Sonia climbed onto the bed with me.

Sonia stood over me, facing forward and then squatted, pulling her cheeks apart as she did. When she was in position, I placed the head of my penis on her bottom hole and began to rub it gently around her anus. I did not try to insert it; I knew from previous experience, this needed to be her timing, not mine.

Sonia pressed down and I felt the tip of my cock slide inside of her bottom. She stopped and just let it rest there, getting used to the fullness of it. Then she pressed down a bit more, stopping with every half inch or so until my penis was completely engulfed in her bottom. She waited some time, with me completely inside of her and then began to raise and lower herself, riding my hard penis. She raised up until just the head was inside and then lowered bottom to take me completely inside again.

Around the bed, the other women were watching raptly as my cock disappeared into Sonia’s bottom, and then reappeared only to disappear again. All five of them were playing with themselves as they watched. Finally Molly got on the bed on her knees and bent down to lick her mother’s pussy and suck her clit as my penis moved in and out of Sonia’s bottom.

And suddenly, I felt my step daughter’s warm, moist mouth on my balls and then her tongue, licking softly. Now her mouth was gone and her mother moaned in pleasure as Molly licked her; now her mouth was back caressing me. I felt Sonia’s anus contract as she began to come and felt my own orgasm begin. The women around the bed were moaning wildly in the throes of their own orgasms, and then Sonia raised up off of my penis and moved back to straddle my stomach. And then my cock was in Molly’s mouth and I was coming and Molly was swallowing. My wife got off of me and took my penis out of Molly’s mouth and began to suck on me. Molly’s smooth lips and tongue caressed my testicles once again.

After everyone had cleaned up and dressed, there were hugs and kisses all around as our guests departed for their own homes. We all assured each other that this certainly would not be our last adventure together.

Sonia and I slept that night snuggled in each other’s arms, closer than we had ever been before.

This concludes the series entitled Aerobic Spank. I hope you have enjoyed reading my fantasy (based, in some part, on actual events) as much as I have enjoyed writing it. Watch for Sonia’s Story and Bridgette’s Story in the near future!

Life begins again with Danielle, Hailey and Melanie joining me.

It was time to move away from home, become a true adult, and figure out who I really needed in my life. The only problem was, every time I thought about the people closest to me, I couldn’t narrow it down.

Danielle had become my best friend. I enjoyed every minute that we hung out, and we shared a lot of things in common. And, of course, she was the only one I knew worked with me in a relationship. She was sexy, and the type of girl any guy would kill for.

Hailey had become so much more than Danielle’s hyper little sister. She was probably the sexiest girl I’d ever met, but she was also intelligent, crafty, and extremely fun. The few times I spent alone with her had proven to be fantastic, and she seemed like she could be just as much wifey material as Danielle.

Melanie had gone on and off the radar, mostly because I felt guilty bringing in a third girl. But, every time she was around, our chemistry was unquestionable. Every time we touched was pure passion. She had a way of moving between chill and sexy very quickly. She also loved watching sports with me, and I felt like I could spend so much time with her without getting bored.

There had been many times over the years that I had jokingly said we should all move to Utah and live happily ever after. Most of the time, it had just been for the joke, and never really seriously entered my brain. But, the more I struggled to make a choice, the more I started to toy with the idea in my head. Could I possibly get all three girls to move with me? It didn’t even have to be Utah – there was no law against living with three women. I spent more than a few nights thinking about it.

Would they go for it? Danielle would obviously be the hardest sell, but did Hailey and Melanie even want to share me indefinitely, and possibly forever? Did they want to live around other girls? Did either Hailey or Danielle want to live with a sister, and possibly be continuously intimate together? This wasn’t going to be easy, but I hadn’t ever stopped myself from being greedy before in this situation. I decided to broach the subject with one at a time, starting with the one I thought would take least convincing.

…

“I haven’t seen you in a bit” Melanie smiled from her seat next to me on the couch. “I thought you were about to go off with Danielle or Hailey forever.”

I had asked Melanie to hang out, and she didn’t hesitate to accept. That’s how it usually went with her.

“I decided I’m not really ready to do that” I replied. I touched the couch on either side of my thighs, and shifted a bit uncomfortably.

“Really?” Melanie asked, and I noticed her whole attitude had perked up pretty instantly. “Are you…done with one? Both?”

“No” I chuckled lightly. “I’m sure both of them think I’m coming back with my final decision shortly or something. I kind of had other ideas though.”

Melanie looked at me with a mixture of true curiosity, and held back excitement.

“I want you to listen to what I’m about to suggest, and I need you to really think about this seriously” I started. My heart was pounding, and Melanie was already leaning more and more forward by the second. “You’re the first person I’m asking, so even if you’re cool with my idea, there’s no guarantee it will happen. But, I would like to move away from this city and get a fresh start on life.”

Melanie had to hold herself back from asking questions each time I finished a sentence or thought. I could see the wheels turning in her brain as I explained.

“I want you, Hailey and Danielle to come with me and live with me” I finally got to the point. As I finished the sentence, Melanie was already latched on tightly to me. She embraced me in a long, excited hug.

“Think about this seriously though Melanie” I continued. “You won’t have me to yourself. I’m prepared to do this forever, if it works out. You’ll be around Hailey and Danielle a lot. I’m sure we’ll all be together a lot. This is a really unconventional thing I’m suggesting here.”

“You’re right” she responded, seeming to sober up just slightly at my careful reminders. “But, until tonight, I was dealing with the thought of never being with you again. Possibly never even seeing you again. I’m crazy about you. Sexually and otherwise. I think it would be a blast! I love Hailey and Danielle is cool. I’m sure you and me will go watch football games when they’re busy doing something else. I also wasn’t even sure what I was going to do now that I’ve graduated. This seems as good as any plan I had. I’ll go look for a job wherever we go.”

I took a deep breath and hugged her strongly. One out of three, albeit the easiest to convince, was out of the way. Danielle and Hailey’s reactions separated me from my dream scenario.

“We’re still a long way from reality” I said. “Hailey might go along with it, possibly. Danielle is going to be really tough.”

“Go to Hailey” Melanie said. “We all work well together. If she’s game, let’s meet back here and figure out how we’ll go after Danielle’s approval.”

For the first time that I could remember, Melanie and I hung out and didn’t fuck. There were much more important things at stake, and if successful, there would be plenty of time for that in the near future.

“Good luck” Melanie said as I gave her a kiss goodbye. It sounded like she meant it as much for her sake as for mine.

…

“Have you come to tell me it’s Danielle?” Hailey asked skeptically. She was dressed in a tank top and cheer shorts, legs together and pulled in on her bed.

“Why do you think that was my decision?” I asked. I had texted Hailey not long after leaving Melanie’s that we should get together and talk. She told me Danielle was out, so that I could come over without worrying.

“Because I’ve gotten to know you over the years” she responded, a sad smile on her face. “You’re nice. Maybe too nice sometimes. You’re the kind of person who will choose to do the least harm. You don’t want to destroy my sister.”

She grabbed Larry, the huge stuffed dog that I won her at the school carnival a while back, and held him. I don’t know if she had a plan in place in case I really was telling her this was it.

“It’s not that simple” I told her. “i’ve grown to care so much about you. And Danielle. And Melanie. All this time, I’ve been trying to make a decision that I don’t know if I can even make.”

“So…what? Utah?” she asked, in a tone that seemed sarcastic, if not a bit hopeful.

“Well, kind of” I responded. Hailey raised an eyebrow and sic’ed her hypnotic eyes on me. “I want to move out of this town. But, I want you all to come with me. I want you and Danielle and Melanie to all live with me.”

Hailey looked at me for a few seconds, then looked every which way, trying to process things. I knew I didn’t have to explain all of the complexities I tossed out to Melanie. Hailey was sharp with this sort of thing, and was processing everything as we sat there.

“So, you want to live with us…forever?” she finally asked, working through things.

“If it all works out, definitely” I responded. “You’re my favorite three people in the world. And you’re all so different. You all bring fun and excitement to my life. I know you probably want me to yourself, but I’m sure we’ll get those moments. Everyone is going to find work and there will be plenty of time for normal. I just don’t want to lose any of you. I really can’t imagine my life without Hailey.”

That brought a smile to her face. Just as she seemed to be coming around fully, she stopped.

“You haven’t asked Danielle yet, have you?” she asked suddenly.

“No” I said, and the soberness brought my mood down. As I had accurately predicted so far, Melanie was all too willing, and Hailey was going to come around and go for it. But, I always knew it would come down to one person.

“I’m not sure she’s going to do it” Hailey said. “And then what?”

I paused. It was a good question. At that point, I could either stay with just Danielle, or go off with Hailey and Melanie. Danielle also might make the decision super easy by dumping me after hearing the question.

“Melanie said we should plan at her place if you were okay with the idea” I finally responded.

“We should go now then” Hailey said, in a serious tone by her standards. “We’re going to need time to plan.”

…

That night, Melanie, Hailey and I set up camp in Melanie’s room. We bought food and drinks, but this was no party. On a normal night, we’d already be naked. But, this was about making the future come together.

“So the way I see it” I started, finishing up a drink of Gatorade. “The only way this is going to work is if Danielle feels like she’s the most important part of this equation.”

Hailey and Melanie munched on some chips as I stood at a small whiteboard that Melanie had found in her closet.

“She has to feel like she’s the favorite, and that you two are there because you bring important things to the table” I continued.

“Are you sure it’s a good idea to go into this with half truths?” Hailey asked. “We’ve been skirting around being straight up for a while now. If we’re going to go live together, shouldn’t it be with the full truth out there?”

“You bring up a good point” Melanie interjected. “But he’s right, too. Danielle is never going to go along with this as a third or fourth wheel. I’m all for being honest, but it needs to be delicate honesty.”

“For sure” I followed up. “Danielle needs to feel special. She probably needs to hear that me and her will have our alone time. If we’re going to get her to go along, that’s our only route.”

We were all pretty much in agreement. After some silence, I picked back up.

“You guys know that if she says yes, we’re going to be looking for a place soon?” I threw out with some excitement and anxiousness. “It’s very grown up. But, with four people, how affordable would that be? It could really be a fun situation.”

“It would be amazing, but let’s not go there yet” Hailey said. She was clearly the most skeptical that we could convince Danielle. After all, it was her sister, and she knew her well.

“I can’t wait any longer” Melanie said, grabbing my hand. “I love the both of you. I want you in my life, always. If she says no…”

Melanie was about to cry. She had also just said she loved us. It wasn’t really something any of us had thrown out there directly yet. Hailey and I came to her comfort, and the three of us group hugged.

“I love you both too” Hailey said. She was trembling slightly in the embrace. She was scared of it not coming together. These relationships had been cultivating for years now, and the prospects of it all being done wasn’t something they wanted to face. I didn’t either.

“I…” I finally said after a pause. “I love you girls. You mean the world to me.”

My shirt had been soaked through from the tears of both girls as they cried on either of my shoulders. This really did feel like the all or nothing moment. Years of sexual passion, but also getting to know each other, had brought us here. And, one bad response from Danielle would set the whole situation on fire. Hailey was right – I didn’t know if I had it in me to destroy Danielle if she put an “it’s me or nothing” ultimatum out there.

…

The three of us decided it was best to all go together. Danielle was going to need some reassuring, and that could only really come from every party being present. I told Danielle that we needed to discuss something important, and we arranged the next night for it to take place.

The four of us sat around Danielle and Hailey’s family’s living room. There was a lot of awkward silence, and the exchanging of little pleasantries, as Danielle awaited what she figured to be a life changing conversation.

“So, what’s on your mind?” Danielle finally asked. I looked down and noticed her hands were shaking slightly. Everybody in the room seemed to exchange deep breaths. Then, I had to get into it.

“Danielle, you’re the most important person in my life” I started. Hailey and Melanie nodded – we had already agreed this was the right way to start. “I’m sorry that I’ve put you through these awkward situations over the years. You’ve really been incredible in sticking by me, and accepting the oddities. I…I have one more to ask of you.”

Danielle studied me. It was almost like she was trying to guess the words before they came out, and then measured whatever she heard. This was one of the few times she was holding a lot of the power. It was her desire to stick with me that led her to accepting my behaviors. But, she held the cards to throw a major wrench in the future here.

“I’m ready to get out of here” I continued. “I’m ready to move on, get my own place, and find my future. The only problem is I’m not ready to lose any of you. I want you all to come move with me, and live with me. We can all start a fun life in our new city.”

I couldn’t get a read on Danielle’s face. Sometimes, it looked like she was about to get angry. Others, it looked like she was contemplating my words. Finally, she started.

“Where, Utah?” she asked. It looked like she might start yelling, but then she calmed down. “All this time, I thought this was eventually going to stop. I thought it would just be us.”

“I know” I said sympathetically. I knew this was my one shot at an explanation to win her over. “When we were all younger, I thought this all might be a phase, too. But, I really do genuinely care about all of you. Each of you brings happiness to my life. It’s not like we’d never get time to ourselves. But, I have feelings for all of you, and I don’t want to hide that.”

I didn’t really like the look on Danielle’s face. It seemed like she was holding in emotions. It felt like she was leaning towards no.

“Think about it sis” Hailey suddenly chimed in. “We really do get along so well most of the time. We could spend so much more time together. Plus – you hate cooking, right? Leave it to me. Fantastic meals every night. Healthy ones!”

“Plus, I know he bores you with those college football games” Melanie spoke up too now. “That’s my wheelhouse. No use being forced to do something you hate.”

Danielle seemed a bit more intrigued by Hailey’s offerings to cook than Melanie’s offerings to take me to herself to watch something I liked. Danielle had accepted her sister much more than Melanie over the years, and that connection was my biggest fear.

“Also I have money” Melanie blurted out from nowhere.

Everybody paused and looked at each other, and then towards her. We had all talked about getting jobs in the new place, but none of us were working now. We had all recently finished school. Everybody was getting their life in order. The thoughts of major loans was scary, when none of us had guaranteed work.

“I used to work summers with my dad” she explained. “He paid me well, and I never spent any of it. It could give us a buffer until we got consistent work.”

“That’s so nice of you” Hailey said, hugging her friend. I looked over at Melanie with a gracious smile. Danielle watched, and seemed to get a sense of how much we all really did mean to each other. That this wasn’t all about keeping two sex dolls around the house with her, but to actually have a life with people who meant everything to me.

Danielle got up, went into the kitchen, and got some water. The three of us looked around with darting eyes as we waited for her to say something.

“Can I think about it?” she said after a lengthy silence. “All these years, I always had it pictured that it would just be the two of us. This is hard to wrap my head around. I’m not saying no, but I’d really like to make sure I give it fair thought.”

“Of course” I said, getting up and going over to Danielle to give her a kiss. “I know this isn’t exactly what you had in mind. But I think it would be an amazing time for all of us. I don’t picture my future without you in it.”

“Think about it sis” Hailey said, embracing her sister next. “We’d have a lot of fun away from the parents.”

“I’d enjoy becoming closer to you” Melanie offered last. The tension between her and Danielle had softened since the money gesture. Danielle said goodnight to us all and went into her room.

…

That night, Hailey, Melanie and I stayed in Melanie’s bed. There were no sexual advances. I laid on my back, and held each of them in an arm. We were nervous, and we didn’t sleep much. We talked, nodded off for a little bit, and talked again.

The next morning, we awoke with a jolt from the vibration of a phone. There was a text message from Danielle.

“I’m open to this arrangement. But, I’m curious what the details will be. Why don’t you guys decide on a location and find a place? If Melanie is fronting most of the money, it should mostly be up to her, with regards to the house. If you find something tempting, let me know, and we can discuss it.”

There were shrieks of excitement from the girls as they finished reading the message.

“Let’s get dressed and go!” Melanie squealed. “Let’s find something today!”

“Where are we even going?” Hailey asked with a giggle. It was all smiles now.

“We will figure that out” I said, before embracing the two of them. “The only thing that matters is we get to stay together. I’m so excited.”

We all embraced for a while, before finally breaking it.

“This is the first time it feels like we’re all approved for everything we do” Melanie said. “Technically, we’re together too now” she teased Hailey. Before I knew what was happening, Hailey and Melanie were kissing. The two held each other, and kissed deeply as their chests rubbed together. It was Hailey who dropped her hand into Melanie’s bottoms first, rubbing at her clit and forcing some moans from her mouth. The passion boiled over quickly, and soon they were naked.

“Ah ah” Hailey said teasingly and held up her hand as I started to approach. “You’ll have to get used to this. You can’t always just break up our lesbian habits right away” she continued with a sly grin. Then, the two turned back towards each other, moved their lower halves into position, and started to trib in front of me. They held onto each other as they grinded their pussies together, clit finding clit, and moans starting to pick up. My erection was ready to break out of my shorts, but I decided to let them continue to go at it.

“Whoever doesn’t cum gets to fuck” I tossed out, and that changed the girls approach. They focused on trying to shift more pressure on the other’s clit, while minimizing it on their own. They wrestled for power, and whoever got on top grinded down sensually into the other.

“Just cum already so I can fuck that cock” Melanie said, with the upper hand at the moment. Hailey was beneath her, writhing a bit, but doing everything to keep her composure. She reached up and teased Melanie’s breasts, and that was enough to distract her and change the balance. Hailey rolled on top of Melanie and rubbed her pussy back and forth on Melanie’s clit.

“Cum bitch” she said teasingly, and then kissed Melanie again. Then she put her hand on her neck playfully, but enough to prove her point, and held her against the mattress. “It doesn’t matter if you’re getting dominated by him or me, it always makes you cum doesn’t it? You can’t hold it, so just let it go. Cum so I can get that cock.”

“No” Melanie shrieked and squealed from beneath her. Her nipples were rock hard and her neck was getting red. “No no no no FUCK” she cried out as she came violently, her hips bucked and her legs shook against Hailey. Hailey got off and gave her clit a quick kiss, looking down triumphantly.

“Now your prize” I said, jumping onto the bed and tackling Hailey onto her stomach. Instantly, I stuffed my cock into her pussy from behind and started to pump her deep.

“Oh fucking fuck” Hailey moaned and half screamed. I gripped Hailey’s hair and pulled it back as I started to pound her from behind, creaming her g-spot again and again.

“Only one person truly dominates here” I grinned as I tugged Hailey’s hair more. Her back arched and I slapped her ass.

“Holy fucking shit” Hailey screamed and came. She had already been built up from her play with Melanie, and her pussy squirted on my cock from the constant g-spot hits and from how wet she was. Melanie came over and started to lick her clit, eagerly eating Hailey as I drilled in and out as deep as ever. My hands reached around and played with her breasts, cupping them back against her body as I grinded myself inside her. Melanie moved from licking Hailey’s clit to sucking on my balls, giving each one tender little pops in her mouth while I fucked Hailey’s tight opening.

“Oh fuck” I moaned from the combination of Hailey’s tight pussy and Melanie’s mouth work.

“Yeah that’s it, he can’t resist us” Hailey said. “Keep sucking those balls. Make him nut deep in this pussy.”

Melanie nodded and moaned, her mouth full of my balls, as I felt her tongue wrap lightly around each one. The sensations were insane. I grabbed a hold of Hailey’s body, trying to keep in control of things even as these two worked me as well as I’d ever been touched. I curled my toes to try to hold back, but my cock was quickly stiffening inside Hailey and there was no holding back.

“Yes, here it comes” Hailey said excitedly. “Here he cums. Do it, baby. Shoot that load so deep in my pussy. Unload it all. I want every drop.”

She reached back and rubbed my arm as I built inside her. I felt Melanie switch from one ball to the other, tongue flicking ever so gently against the underside, and I exploded. I grunted as I shot hot cum in incredible waves deep into Hailey’s depths. Melanie giggled and held onto my legs as my balls moved in her mouth, each contraction equaling another thick load of cum in Hailey’s pussy. I emptied everything I had inside her, and then pulled from her depths. Melanie took a few licks at her freshly pounded opening, and then kissed Hailey in front of me.

I was never more sure I had made the right call.

…

There were a few cities I had been looking at while I thought about leaving. Most were at least a few hours away, and in different states. The three of us agreed on an area, and called a real estate agent while we were in the car. Finally, we got a hold of a really nice agent who agreed to show us around that afternoon.

The first place we saw was an apartment. The area was nice, but it felt small for four people. Not only that, but having attached neighbors scared me. This whole process was meant so we could get wild. I didn’t want any noise complaints. We had all dealt with the limitations of living with family for far too long.

“This is the best you’re going to find in your range for an actual stand alone house” the real estate agent told us as we pulled up to a decent sized place in a small community. We were told the place was affordable because it wasn’t around any schools and it was somewhat far away from most things to do. In my mind, those were fine drawbacks. I’d rather have a good place, and be forced to spend time in the house.

“How many are looking to move in?” the agent asked. “Because there’s only two bedrooms, and I see three of you.”

“Oh, uh” I started. “Well, those two are dating, so we probably only need two bedrooms.”

Hailey and Melanie nodded and held hands. The agent chuckled, and proceeded to show us the place. It looked pretty cozy. There was a nice kitchen that overlooked the living room. The two bedrooms were down a hall from the living room. Importantly, the master bedroom was big, and the master bathroom had a nice tub and shower. It seemed like it had everything we needed.

The more things became real, the less any of us wanted to wait. We sent Danielle pictures of everything, and told her the details. We drove home later that night, and had already made an offer.

…

“You got it?” I asked, as Melanie and I brought in one of the tables from her old room. A few weeks had passed, and our offer had been accepted. Each of us had bid farewell to our families, with limited details on what exactly our specific arrangement was going to be. It was move in day, and I had never been more excited.

“Television and internet up and running!” Hailey said from the new couch in the living room.

“Everything really does look great” Danielle said, looking around the newly assembled kitchen. ‘Anybody else starving?”

“Leave it to me!” Hailey said, jumping up from the couch. “I promised meals for everybody. Let’s stock this place up!”

The four of us went to the local grocery store, and spent a good hour buying all our favorite items. Melanie made sure she had her favorite cereal on hand. Hailey was already working on her new chocolate stash. Danielle found a few of her favorite pastas. There was something fun about stocking up a new home with food, and it was liberating without parents being around for once.

“To our new lives” I said, proposing a toast when we had made it back home. Glasses clung together and wide smiles prevailed on everyone’s face.

“It’s a little overwhelming, isn’t it?” Melanie said. “We can really do whatever the heck we want. Come and go whenever. Wear whatever.”

“Wear whatever…WOO” Hailey said, tossing off her shirt, cooking in just her bra. Everybody laughed, even Danielle. It seemed she had come to terms with this, and that was good for everybody’s sake.

After dinner, all of us went over to the couch, and put on whatever sitcoms we could find. It had been such a great day, and all we wanted to do was laugh. I laid down across the middle and Danielle quickly took her place laying on me. Hailey went around to the right side and had me lay on her. Just eager to be part of the group, Melanie laid on the floor in front of me, and I put one arm over her shoulder. It wasn’t the most conventional position, but it was something we were going to have to get used to.

…

After an hour or so of snuggling, I yawned and stirred a bit. “Okay, it’s been a long day, and I need to clean up.”

“Look how big it is!” Danielle said as we all went into the master bathroom, and for once, it wasn’t in reference to me. Everybody was awestruck by the bath tub. It was nearly a jacuzzi, with a huge sitting space, and whirlpool settings.

“We have to try this out” I said, making sure the water was the right temperature before starting to fill it up. Within minutes, clothes littered the floor. Bras were all over the place, and I took my seat surrounded by three of the sexiest girls I knew. There were a lot of hungry eyes, all of a sudden.

“You two do the honors” Melanie said, pointing to me and Danielle.

“Even though you made this possible?” Danielle clarified.

“Hey, I’ve got Hailey” Melanie giggled and pulled Hailey in for a kiss. Danielle smiled and then looked at me with a smile that I hadn’t seen in a while. It was almost as if she was saying, this is actually going to work out just fine.

Danielle and I hadn’t been together in a while. She quickly climbed into my lap, and sat herself right down on my cock. My thickness stretched her walls apart as she let herself sink down until it disappeared. Then, she quickly went to work riding me, head thrown back and moans quickly filling the room. It seemed the situation had brought her passion back. She reached under the water to rub her clit as water threatened to splash out around the tub.

Hailey and Melanie were going at it, themselves. Hailey had Melanie’s back rested against her chest, as Melanie spread her legs across a strong jet. With the water current taking aim at her clit, it was less than a minute before Melanie came hard, squealing and writhing against Hailey. Hailey pinched Melanie’s nipples, moving her body back and forth against the jet, making her friend and new lover fuck the water.

Satisfied for now, Melanie broke off to start to help Danielle and I. She started to suck on Danielle’s nipples, as she bounced heavily on my cock. Hailey hadn’t had her turn yet, but quickly spread her legs across her sister’s mouth. Danielle moaned into Hailey’s pussy, and then started to suck on her clit, tongue fucking her sister, while my hands reached out to spank Hailey’s ass.

“Fuck” – I could barely tell who was cumming until I felt it, as Danielle’s pussy spasmed and contracted violently on my cock. She had been brought over the edge with my cock buried inside her, with Melanie’s tongue on her nipples, and Hailey’s pussy in her face. The powerful orgasm took a lot out of her, and she now held onto the tub wall behind her to try to stay upright.

“Let’s all take the first load” Danielle said, a bit glazed over from her orgasm. But, she got off me, and the three girls eagerly crowded around me as I sat on the side of the tub. Hailey rubbed my balls, Melanie rubbed the sensitive frenulum area, and Danielle pumped my shaft strongly. Each of them sent their free hands over my body, from my legs to my chest to my face.

“Give it to us!” Melanie called out as she felt my tip tensing. They all moved their beautiful faces towards my cock, and soon three different hands were pumping my shaft together.

“Fuck” I grunted as I started to unload. Huge ropes of cum shot out, and each girl took shots on her face before the next moved in for more. Watching each of their gorgeous faces get painted by my cock caused one of the more intense orgasms of my life. Soon, each girl was covered, and using their fingers and tongues to lick it off.

…

Fortunately, the master bedroom had a king sized mattress. But, even at its size, it wasn’t enough to fit the four of us, especially if any of us wanted sleep.

“You guys take it” Melanie offered.

“No, we should at least go two and two” Hailey said.

“This one is so much bigger” Melanie continued. “If I get lonely, I’ll come in.”

“We should all at least be in this room” I said. “Let’s bring in the air mattress, and we’ll figure out something better tomorrow.”

And like that, I went to bed with Danielle on one side, and Hailey on the other. Melanie happily slept next to us on the air mattress we brought in case there wasn’t enough room.

…

A few hours later, I awoke, trying to get ahold of who was where. I was turned towards Hailey, spooned up against her. Danielle was spooning towards me, and her arm was wrapped tightly around my chest. It was actually pretty cozy.

Just as my eyes shut again, and I started to feel sleepy, I felt a slight movement of the mattress. A hand reached out and touched my cock, but I didn’t know whose it was. The cover was slightly raised on Hailey’s side, so I figured it was her, until I felt a mouth plunge down my cock. My eyes widened, and I looked under the covers to try to see what was going on.

As if expecting my intrigue, Melanie briefly touched her phone to provide a little light. She had crawled under the covers, between Hailey’s legs, and was sucking my cock. She winked and then let her phone go black again. She was taking me deeper than usual, and her fingers consistently rubbed my balls. I had to do everything to keep my breathing even, but my hands, which were already on Hailey, moved to her breasts. I swear I could see her facial muscles move into a smile when I touched her, and I wondered if she had voluntarily moved her legs for Melanie in the first place.

Melanie was really going to town, determined to get a load for herself tonight. She moved back and forth quickly, but as lightly as possible, trying not to move the bed. Her tongue circled my head and flicked up and down the sensitive underside of the head. Her fingers continued to gently touch and fondle my balls as her tongue dragged every which way. I grab Hailey’s breasts more desperately, and she slowly reached back to touch my face. Seconds later, my load was rocketing down Melanie’s throat, as her hand rubbed my thigh appreciatively. She swallowed every drop, made her way back between Hailey’s legs, and blew me a kiss before returning to her air mattress.

What a first day and night in my new life.