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Allison is trying to gossip about two women in the cafe she is sure are lesbians and is shut down by her companion. Attempting to leave (flee) she trips and these L E S B I A N S come to her aid.

Allison was watching the girls at the table two across from hers and Ginny’s. Not blatantly of course, no just the most innocent of glances so they wouldn’t know they were under discreet observation. They were lesbians- she was sure of it.

She leaned forward bringing her cup to her lips.

“Ooh,” she protested elegantly, “hot. Those two-no, don’t look- just over there, two tables away on your left.”

“What of them,” Ginny asked bracing herself for another of her friend’s character assessments on total strangers.

“Lesbians,” Allison declared with quiet certainty.

She put her cup back on its saucer and reached for her cake fork to carve off a portion of her peach and mango muffin. She was calmly chewing on this when her companion replied.

“Why do you do this Ally?”

Allison’s face fell as she realized she was being told off. She didn’t mean anything by it; it wasn’t as if she was being hurtful to someone they knew- that would be different but these girls were total strangers so what was the harm in that.

“Do what?” she demanded the blink giving her away.

“Make these judgments on total strangers. How do you know they aren’t aware you have been looking at them? You’ve been pretty obvious to me and if they are lesbians they’ll be tuned in to picking people observing them, won’t they?”

“I guess,” God she wished she would stop. When Ginny got on her high horse about things she stopped being any fun at all.

“How do you think they feel about what you were doing? How would you like to be in love with another woman and know where ever you are some one will be sitting in judgement when you are with the only person in the world who makes everything OK?”

“Oh look I didn’t mean anything. I was just looking. See? I’ll stop looking now and they can carry on in their innocent lesbian existence.”

“I noticed them when I came in- I know them.”

“You know them? Why didn’t you say?”

“You didn’t know them so why should I have said anything?”

“You know something? This is making me feel very uncomfortable Ginny; I think I’d like to go.”

She took a final sip of her coffee placed the cake fork she had been fiddling with neatly on the plate and rose from her chair with her face turned away so Ginny wouldn’t see that her eyes were brimming. In avoiding her friend she had turned to face the blonde lesbian and their eyes met. The blonde smiled, she actually smiled and Allison forced a fake smile to her lips then quickly looked away.

She had been terribly rude leaving Ginny so abruptly but she had to get away- she just had to. Her concentration lapsed and still thinking of the horror of that, that Lesbian actually smiling at her- she hoped to goodness it wasn’t contagious- her right foot caught on a chair leg and she fell flat on her face.

There was a great gasp with chairs scraping as their occupiers turned to look at her then there was a leg right beside her it bent and a woman’s hands were on her helping her up. It was the other one.

” Here, sit on this chair for a few seconds at least,” the lesbian ordered and responding to the concern in her voice Allison sat in the chair the blonde one had pulled out for her.

She spoke.

“It can be a real shock to the system a fall like that,” she reached over and placed her hand firmly over Allison’s.

“Oh no doubt on that score,” her friend confirmed emphatically, “no doubt at all. Now Ma’am just stop and go over your joints, any pain which might suggest a break or a sprain?”

“Oh, um, no I don’t feel anything like that; I just feel rather foolish not watching where I was going and walking into that chair and having everyone stare at me.”

“We’re quite used to it.”

Was it Allison’s imagination or did she pause then?

“Tina! This lady doesn’t need to hear our problems, does she?” the blonde one said in a low but determined voice.

“Sorry, no, you’re right Lee.”

She had to get out of there.

“Well I’m good to go, thank you for your kindness but I’ll just be on my way.”

“You’re sure? A few more minutes wouldn’t hurt… you really do look a bit pale?”

“No, I’m fine, I’ll just be on my way.”

“Well OK then, it was nice meeting you,” the brunette told her while the blonde looked at her with a frown.

She wasn’t OK at all. On the third step she fainted. When she came round she was in a bed in an ambulance or something. The lesbians were with her; one was sitting on a plastic chair by her head and the other had her butt parked on the edge of the bed.

Her head was spinning.

“Be a good girl and close your eyes,” the brunette ordered. It was an order but the caring shone through and Allison closed her eyes, curled up and fell asleep.

They watched her as she slept. Ginny had come over when she fainted and went through Allison’s hand bag, sort of doing an inventory check. She had explained about her friend who might have been surprised at how nicely she was described after the telling off she had just had.

She was in a cot in the back of the girls’ Mercedes Benz Hi Roof van. It was what they did, not wait for prejudiced middle aged ladies to faint in cafes but to provide basic care for their cases who ranged from mothers with young children through to the elderly. Their clients paid very little but there was an active “friends of the girls” Group which supported them financially and they in turn did everything they could on the cheap. In fact a nice coffee once or twice a week was about their only reckless expenditure.

Tina had taken Allison’s blood pressure and, in keeping with her pallid complexion it was dangerously low and as well as that she was clearly anemic. There was no way she was going to be able to fend for herself so that decision was made for her- she would stay with them.

Allison meantime was in a deep sleep so that when they drove her home to their place it felt like when she had been snuggled in with her sisters in the back of their dad’s old Chevy on a drive to the batch and she had smiled in her sleep imagining Denise poking her with her elbow because she was taking up too much room.

Their place was a rambling dwelling on the outskirts of town which was leased to them at the princely sum of One Dollar per week. It was called The Haven. As well as being rambling it was also in constant need of repair which the “Friends of…” members did with pleasure. In fact when the Van pulled up four women, in overalls and scarves, whom Allison, had she been awake would immediately have picked as lesbians were working on the bedrooms.

They stopped what they were doing to go and see who the girls had picked up this time. Tina put her finger to her lips as she got out and they backed away a little holding their breath in reverent silence. A real ambulance would have had one of those gurneys with the wheels that drop down so determined and photogenic nurses or paramedics can wheel them to theater holding bottles of saline solution and shouting bewildering vital signs and loved ones can look on anxiously.

The girls, sadly, lacked even a stretcher and so Allison would have to be lifted and that because she looked so sweet fast asleep would most likely mean she would wake up. Tina, ex US Army Nurse was the powerhouse. It was a well practiced routine; Lee folded the bed clothes back then Tina did her lift, brought the weight known as Allison up and into her chest then carried her inside to where ever.

Sure enough as she was lifted the eyes fluttered open and Allison frowned as she tried to work out where she was.

“Take her through to the parlor Sweetie,” Deborah who was on the executive of “the friends” and had been on the working bee instructed simply taking control which is what she did.

She knew Allison; their families had had a lot to do with each other when they were girls and even though she hadn’t seen her in years she recognized her immediately.

There were only couches in the lounge, four of them in fact on the very good reasoning “who would want to sit on her own.”

Allison was lain on a slightly shabby but very comfortable one with her head held up briefly so a fluffy pillow could be slipped on to the arm rest before her head was allowed to settle in.

“Where am I?” she asked trying to get her bearings.

“Allison, it’s Debbie. You fainted at the coffee lounge and the girls have brought you back here to The Haven. Your blood pressure was practically non existent you naughty girl and your anemic as well. What have you been up to you naughty girl?”

She was nine again and twelve year old Debbie had all the girls organized. Oh she missed that. It was so good to hear that bossy girl’s voice again and she beamed with pleasure as she rolled her head over to see her.

It wasn’t hard because the bossy girl had parked herself on the couch and taken Allison’s hands in hers. She even leaned over and kissed her. Allison kissed her back and wished she wasn’t so jolly inhibited. The room was full of women and she had an uneasy feeling they were all L e s b i a n s as well. That meant, she realized, that Debbie was one too.

“We might call it quits for today,” Debbie told the rest,” Allison sure won’t need any banging or your cursing Meagan so we’ll pack up and head away.”

Meagan, who adored Debbie, like all the others, poked her tongue at her,It was their little joke- Meagan never swore no matter what the provocation. Allison felt her heart sink as the workers got ready to make tracks. She had just met Debbie again after all these years and it would have been so good to have a catch-up with her.

It was how her life ran though and she shrugged in acceptance of the inevitable bad news. In any case Lee was helping her off the couch so she could use the bathroom and she was so nice.

She wasn’t Debbie though and Allison still felt numb as she went through to ‘use the facilities.’ Then the phone rang and one of their regulars needed urgent attention so Tina and Lee had to be on their way. She felt a part of it now and her eyes rimmed as looked with such pride at the two women in their early thirties who the rest of them called the girls and on whom they doted with unconcealed affection. Lee held her on her way back to the parlor.

“We have to go doll, Debbie’s going to look after you while we’re gone. Don’t worry you just need some red meat in you to fatten you up and you’ll be good as gold.”

Then she kissed her on the cheek and the older lady burst into tears. It was just something one didn’t do: allow ones emotions to be on display like that. Yet they were and absolutely no one minded at all.

“Come on through to the kitchen Hon,” Debbie called to her and Allison followed the sound of her voice.

Apparently half a dozen ravenous lumberjacks were joining them for dinner she thought as Debbie sliced potatoes to make wedges and thawed three very large steaks commenting “One for me” as she looked pointedly at her. Allison could feel herself blush and at that point in time after a lifetime of denying it she finally accepted she had a crush on Debbie.

She couldn’t just sit there and do nothing so she found what she needed in the pantry to make the seasoning for the wedges then made a Diane Sauce for the steaks. The two of them sat together at the small table in the kitchen.

“Eat.” Debbie had told her when they sat down.

Allison had never eaten as much food as that in her entire life and when she finished she did feel bloated but she was allowed to talk then so she really didn’t notice because she was busy chatting with Debbie. Catching up they decided to call it and had it been possible to put more hours into the day Allison would have done just that.

Her mother, a religious woman had subscribed to the theory that a woman sins before God when she is vain and clearly holding the opinion that one is pretty or beautiful is the sin of vanity. Now beauty might well be in the eye of the beholder but how close one is to that state can be told truthfully or dishonestly and, no doubt for her daughter’s moral well being, that lady chose to tell her that she was of no more than average looks so could count herself lucky if a presentable suitor would give her a second glance.

In fact she was a beauty but so beaten up that she thought of herself as this merely average girl and accepted the role of minding her parents as they grew old firstly because she loved them and second because she felt she had no other options.

Now Debbie, who had always thought Allison to be a stunner, was sitting with her after all these years. She had hated Allison’s mother because of the mind games she had played with her and had little time for the father knowing they had conned her into being a free care giver for it was unthinkable that the girl should expect to be paid for doing her duty towards her parents.

Allison had Ginny from her school days as a friend and that was all. She was desperately lonely but too unsure of herself to strike up friendships and so had become catty about strangers creating reasons why she wouldn’t want to get to know them.

“Do you want to sit on my lap Ally?” Debbie asked absolutely out of the blue.

Seconds later as soon as Debbie had pushed her chair back from the table to give her room Allison was sitting on her lap. She weighed nothing and Debbie pressed her to her breast as you would a small child.

The conversation stopped completely with Allison in Seventh Heaven where she was. Sleep was the last thing she wanted but with a full tummy, warm and still quite fatigued as well as under strength she couldn’t keep her eyes open so she was soon sleeping contentedly with her head resting on Debbie’s shoulder.

Debbie kept her there enjoying her. It takes two to tango and Debbie had some history of her own. She had married, had a career of her own and done rather well but she had never been contentedly happy. Being with Ally had brought this home to her and she now had cause to consider what she was doing with her life as well.

In the end she carried her back to her bed and tucked her in- still in her clothes. She looked hard at this woman she had admired for such a long time then simply leaned over and kissed her on the cheek. Her mind was in a spin but she was so tired she had to get to sleep.

The girls hadn’t returned so she would have to mind Ally and she went to sleep with a smile thinking of a childish play on the words ‘mind Ally’, no she wouldn’t mind Ally at all. Not one bit.

Some time in the wee small hours Allison wet the bed. She was in such a deep sleep she didn’t notice when she was having her accident but she certainly did when she woke up just after five O’clock. It couldn’t be she agonized in tears.

Many years before when she was nine she had wet the bed and her mother had been livid. She had humiliated the hopeless girl in front of her sisters and beaten her with her closed fists as Allison had cowered in terror. She had never forgotten it and had always tried to be aware of needing to go every night of her life since and it had sent her deeper into her solitary little cave.

Now she felt humiliated again. What would Debbie think of her now? Wetting the bed at her age! She lay in the horrid wetness too scared to tell Debbie and dreading what she would say to her when she did find out.

Debbie heard her having woken herself at just after four thirty. There were low light cameras and microphones in each of the rooms so that the person could sleep or rest thinking she was in private but if anything happened they could be attended to straight away. What Debbie heard was that Ally’s breathing had changed from sleeping to waking and on the screen she saw that Ally was very upset. Only one reason for that: an accident.

The girls were back and she buzzed them.

“Hi Debs,” she heard Tina say.

“Hi love, Ally’s had a little accident I think.”

“Good way to start the day,” Tina commented amused and meaning for them. They all knew Ally would be terribly upset.

Debbie went in to Ally’s room without knocking.

“Come on,” she said patiently, “we need to get you in the shower.”

The forlorn teary eyes stared up at her from just over the covers. When Debbie pulled the covers down the jaw was trembling and then the sobbing began.

“Its nothing doll. Fucking nothing! now give me your arm and we’ll get you all clean and lovely again.”

They slowly made their way to the bathroom where Debbie made her do what she could on the lavatory and then undressed her when she had flushed. She studied her once she was undressed she was gaunt. Her normal build had been slender and she had never run to fat.

“Now just hold onto the bar there and I’ll used the sponge to give you a good clean. You’re not the first and you sure as anything wont be the last.”

Allison stood feeling cheered. She was wet but in a shower wet not lying in her own pee wet and Debbie had just everything under control. Being seen naked wasn’t as terrifying as she had thought and after a minute or so she managed to relax.

Seeing it Debbie turned the water off and stood waiting with a huge fluffy towel for this woman she cared about more than she had dared say to step out of the shower box. She dried her thoroughly then dusted her liberally with talcum powder and held a toweling robe out for her to slip into.

“Better?”

“Yes. Oh Debbie I’m just a mass of nerves, aren’t I?”

“Not your fault love,” and Debbie had to grit her teeth to leave it at that.

Ally, who thought it was, looked at her puzzled but before she could say anything Debbie was squeezing her in a good old fashioned bear hug to which Ally responded by giggling delightedly then snuggling in. She felt Debbie kiss her forehead and felt strangely content as if a corner had been turned and for some reason things would be better from now on.

The hose was alive now, back in the bedroom Tina stripped the bed and took the bedding to the laundry for the commercial size washer to handle. Lee had the aroma of frying bacon wafting through the house and shouted,

“Five minutes or I’ll eat it all myself,” and Ally joined the others in laughing at that.

They had clothes in a range of sizes and soon Ally was decently attired in a snug bra and pants set under slacks and a nice cream top which showed off her brown eyes with open toes sandals.

Of course she was naked until her make up was done. It was so nice having it done for her and the things Debbie said to her as she did her were so heartening that by the time her hair had been brushed and put up she felt quite radiant.

Her mouth fell open when she saw the huge pile of food on her plate: four rashers of crispy bacon (God forbid that anyone could ever describe Lee’s bacon as anything other than Crispy), a mound of scrambled eggs, five breakfast sausages, four slices of fried bread and a small lake of baked beans.

They watched her as she looked at it and rolled her eyes. No one laughed instead they smiled for her and she sat munching away like a good girl bathed in their love. It was so wonderful that even though she was near to bursting by the end she hoped they might offer seconds so it could stretch out a bit longer.

Life has to go on of course and soon the girls were off on yet another mission but then Debbie told her she had a board meeting later that morning and her world collapsed. She had just gotten used to having Debbie’s complete attention and now this. Oh sure it was board meeting and it couldn’t be put off but it meant Debbie wasn’t near her and she wasn’t sure she could last the two hundred years until sh e came back.

She cleaned up after breakfast to fill in her day and found she enjoyed it. At ten a fresh lot of worker bees turned up and she hugged them with no qualms at all. They set too and she found herself back in the kitchen rustling up a few batches of scones as well as making a pot of tea.

“Tea’s ready,” she called and she sat with them buttering scones or pouring cups of tea and feeling very much a part of it all. It would have been good if Debbie could have been there she thought as she smiled and nodded through the break. She couldn’t, she knew that it was just that it would have been nice if she had been. Allison wouldn’t have felt quite so empty for one thing.

The bees went back to work and Allison, feeling rather proud of herself for doing so, found she had immediately thought of putting lunch on the table for everybody at, say, about one thirty. She felt very much in control even though she would have to pace herself and not over do things.A short refreshing nap would be a good idea then she would get working a bit after mid day and surprise everyone with something delicious.

Having made her plans she made herself comfortable snooze would be good she decided and she curled up on one of the old couches. Soon after she was fast asleep.

The bees found her at quarter past one when they were trying to decide what they would make for lunch. There had never been any thought that Ally would make it and they saw her looking so peaceful curled up on the couch so tiptoes by so as not to wake her.

They did wake her at two to come and have lunch. She was mortified. All these plans to pull her weight, to just quietly have lunch on the table for them had ended in a big fat nothing.

Norma, who she had just met that morning and who was really sweet had come over to get her. She read her immediately and gave her a hug.

“Used to pulling your own weight,huh?” she asked softly.

“Well I’m used to being useful at any rate,” Allison mumbled into her chest.

Norma just squeezed her hand as the walked to the table. She was included, there was a place set for her , there was always going to be a place set for her and she was a part of it. That was strange for her because she had always been the outsider. Even when she had cared for her parents it had been them as a unit and her with them but nor of them.

She missed Debbie horribly still but she was much more outgoing this time and before she knew it it was three O’clock.

“Come on through and chat with us,” Lilly suggested adding that she was not expected to do bloody dishes.

And so she went with them making herself useful by handing tools and things they needed to make things easier for them to get things done.It felt so good to be a part of it. Then as she reached into the tool bag for a pair of pointy nose pliers she sensed that Norma was looking at her and wondering.

It got her to thinking What was she? At that point she was a non sexual lesbian. A woman who understands lesbians and cares about them as dear friends, who admires and supports them. She was, as the saying goes, neither fish nor fowl. She loved them all dearly but then she had loved her brothers and sister dearly too. It was a vast improvement on how she had been up to a day or two before when they had terrified her but the love was platonic.

She remembered that she had no sexual or even heavy petting experiences with guys either and nor did she recall ever actually wanting one. Not specifically but she did wonder what they would be like alone in her bed from time to time. Men scared her. Her mother had done such a number on her that she knew they couldn’t be trusted and that their sole purpose in life was to get you pregnant then run away

and leave your life in tatters.

Not that she really believed that as she knew some very nice men who were lovely to their wives and doted on their children so they couldn’t all be sex maniacs, could they? She had asked her mother this in a rare moment of defiance and her mother had pointed out that there were some, a few, good ones she would grant her that but they were other women’s husbands and what she had to look at was what males would she attract with her very average features. Hmm?

That little exchange had destroyed her and she rarely spoke after that for some years, Even then when her parents had both passed on she remained terrified of engaging with people.

They worked on but they felt for her. She had gone from chatty to introspective and was no longer comfortable among them. When Norma suggested she was looking a bit tired and that perhaps a lie down in her room might be an idea she agreed hurriedly. Soon she was curled up under the fresh covers on her bed wondering how a day that had been so wonderful could have her wishing she were dead.

Lee came in when she and Tina had got back and checked on her.

“You are still very weak Allison and you’re going to have to stay a while longer until you get your strength up.”

She gave her a sleeping pill, got her to go to the toilet and get changed into her night knickers and nightie before it took then tucked her in and turned off the light once she was asleep.

As far as Lee was concerned she could bloody well leave any old time she liked, she was sick of her. She was so obviously uncomfortable around lesbians. Apparently she had been better for a while today but when Lee had got home she was back to how she had been when they had first had the misfortune to make her acquaintance.

She went back out to the kitchen to get a juice and, as the bees had all left by that stage asked Tina if she wanted her to bring back a burger or something as she was going to McDonald’s.

What about Ally?” Tina had asked.

“I gave her a sleeping pill,” she stated as aware as Tina that she was not authorized to administer pre***********ion medication off her own bat.

“What’s wrong Lee?”

“I’m sick of her Tina. We all tried so hard and it hasn’t worked. The sooner she gets well enough to leave the better.”

“Oh Lee,” she whispered pulling the taller woman into a hug, “look at it from her point of view. She has been manipulated and used all her life. we’re not the only things that terrify her but she needs us. You don’t have to like her just care for her and one other thing.”

Yes.”

“No more sleeping pills, OK?”

“No.”

She walked away without smiling and Tina felt an uneasy tremor pass through her chest as she watched the light of her life walk away.

Tina stood indecisively for a time then went to the liquor cabinet and poured herself a bourbon. She opened a can of coke from the refrigerator to top it up.

There was just her and Lee in the house and that bloody woman was in her bedroom- where Tina wished she would damn well stay.

Lee was right; she was more trouble than she was worth but now Lee was in a snit and she could very well just up and leave on her own if she got in one of her moods and Tina knew she would not be able to cope if that happened. She curled up on the couch away in the corner and when that glass was empty she got another one.

The person who discovered her was Alison. She had woken and gone to find someone to talk to. There was no sign of Lee but she saw Tina sprawled on the Couch over there in the corner. Going closer she saw that Tina was drunk.

“Tina! Tina, what happened?” she asked anxiously.

“You.”

The hostility bored straight through her. The tears ran down her face as she walked as quickly as she could back to that room and got ready to leave. She expected someone to come out and tell it it was all a big misunderstanding but no one did. Her clothes had been washed and ironed so she put them on, got her hand bag and slipped out into the darkness.

She walked along the side of the road until there was pavement when she was near town and then she walked on that. It was history repeating itself she decided and she asked when would she ever learn? Her mother was right: no one liked her. That was just the way it went.

It was six miles to her place but she had nothing else to do so she just kept walking and eventually she got to her own front door. Once she was inside she put the jug on then went to the toilet. The jug had boiled when she had finished in the bathroom and she made herself a nice cup of instant coffee which she took with her to her roll top desk.

Taking a sheet of paper she wrote a letter to “the Haven” thanking them for their kindness. This she placed in an envelope to which she affixed a stamp. Her next letter was to Debbie, she thought a long time before picking up her pen.

Dear Deborah,

Thank you so much for your recent kindnesses. Thanks to everyone at the Haven I am quite recovered and so have no reason to impose on your generosity any longer.

Should our paths not cross in the future I take this opportunity to wish you well in what ever it is you do in the future.

Cordially Yours

Allison Cox (Miss)

There, that was it. Her mother would be pleased (apart from repeating the word ‘future’ of course).

She put the letters aside to take to the box in the morning after which she made some sandwiches and connected her lap top looking for best ways to do it. In the end she dozed on the sofa until it was light. She showered, dressed and had a cup of tea with the intention of going out to post the letters and when that was out of the way she would get on with it.

Just as she was about to go out she felt a terrible pain in her stomach which had her going to the toilet. Once she was good to go again she opened the door and there was Debbie. She wasn’t happy.

“What happened last night Ally?”

“It was made clear to me that I wasn’t welcome there and so I walked home.”

“You destroyed them. Lee and Tina, I found them this morning.”

“Well I do that, don’t I? Now if you will just excuse me I have some mail to post.”

“Do you hate yourself that much?”

“More but not for much longer.”

Debbie looked hard at her- she was serious.

“Give me half an hour, that’s all and if you still want to end your life I can get the tablets for you. Deal?”

Allison gave her a half smile, her mind was made up anyway.

“OK Deal.”

Debbie had suspected something was afoot but nothing as bad as this. She had had Janet drive her out to the Haven earlier and now as Janet held the door open she ushered her into the back seat of the limousine and got in beside her.

“My place Janet,” she ordered into the intercom.

Her chauffeur eased away smoothly from the curb and soon Ally was experiencing luxury motoring. Another one off my bucket list she thought sardonically.

Her host turned to her.

“We can talk here, Janet can’t hear us. Ally I love you, I always have I guess but there was always someone in the way, your mother and then my husband.”

She reached over to take Ally’s hand.

“You feel the same way about me, you do, don’t you?”

She wanted to be inscrutable but there were tears in Debbie’s eyes and she couldn’t pull the don’t give a shit act off. Instead she swallowed and felt the welling in her eyes as well.

“More than anything but I hurt people. I hate hurting people; I want it to stop.”

“You hurt people because you despise yourself. We all care so deeply about you and when we see you still hate yourself despite all we’ve done it hurts but we don’t stop caring.”

“I’m not a lesbian.”

“Yes you are- what a silly thing to say. Look you are a lesbian you just don’t fancy every other lesbian out there. Well, news flash, nor do most of the others- including me.”

She paused and let her words sink home.

“Crowds scare you, strangers scare you but with me, just me, you’d be OK wouldn’t you?”

“Just you?”

“Just me. Us spending all our time together.”

“You’d get bored,” she was snuggling in now.

“Only if you let me.”

“Never.”

They arrived at the mansion and headed straight for Debbie’s suite where all clothing was discarded and by judicious use of tongue and parts of the hand Debbie proved beyond a shadow of a doubt to Ally that she was indeed a lesbian.

Later Ally lay back delighting in Debbie’s touch and uninhibited in her sight. They would be together for as long as for ever could mean to women their age. She would devote herself to Debbie and if that meant this idyllic lovemaking or if Debbie fell ill and she had to care for her her devotion would not alter nor would it flag.

She was a one woman girl: she just wished she had figured that out before.

Of course from then she had to deal with lots of people because she was now Mistress of the House and there were so many things to organize with her House Keeper and Cook running things under her. She didn’t even notice it.

Debbie had cut back on the dinner parties and entertaining being a woman on her own but under Ally’s instigation they entertained a lot. She loved it and it was Ally who was in the limelight while Debbie sat back and watched her adoringly. She even took on the responsibility of organizing a complete redecoration of the Mansion and all Debbie ever said was,

“Oh my, that looks fantastic,” as the work progressed.

The timid irritating Allison was gone and everyone agreed the new one was an absolute sweetheart. They had never seen Debbie happier or Ally for that matter.

Also, and it took a while, Ally got back into The Haven. She had apologized very early on to the Girls as she felt just awful at what she had done but she was a Patron now and though she lacked the strength to power into renovations she was a tireless fundraiser so things could be done, as she liked to say,”Properly.”

She never posted the letters of course; instead she tossed them on the log fire when Debbie was out of the room and shook her head as she watched them burn wondering that she could once have been such a ninny.

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This is a very tame, simple, sweet girl/girl romance & sex story.

Jenna glanced out the diner’s window and diddled nervously with her phone. No messages from Cassie, no missed calls. But she was ten minutes late.

She took another sip of her soda then dug the course list out of her backpack. She was still reeling a bit from her rejection by Oberlin, but the local state university had a nationally recognized music program and offered her a full all-expenses scholarship. This meant being near to home – and near to Cassie.

Cassie had been her piano teacher in high school, and also tutored her, becoming a friend and trusted advisor. Staying nearby meant she could continue her studies both at school and privately.

Having Cassie around, now that she was out of high school, would have other benefits as well.

Meanwhile, nearby, Cassie hung up from a call with a student’s parents and glanced at the clock. 5:10 PM, she was ten minutes late. The diner was just a block from her house. She texted Jenna and bolted out the door.

It was predicted to be a warm night with heavy summer rains, the kind that flooded local roads and made driving treacherous. Such storms usually prompted Jenna to sleep in Cassie’s guest room rather than brave the floods.

The first drops of rain were just falling when she pushed through the diner’s doors. Jenna sat in a booth at the far end of the diner. She wore a light T-shirt and jeans.

When Cassie approached, Jenna rose and they embraced. Jenna’s tutor was about thirty and wore her jet black hair in a pony tail. Her blue top showed substantial cleavage dappled with drying raindrops. Her gray tights were similar spattered.

They ordered a sandwich to split, and a large plate of french fries.

“Back from beach week. Ready to get back to work?” Cassie asked.

“I met with my counselor this afternoon,” Jenna said. “We laid out a possible course strategy, I wanted to talk to you and my mom before I finalized anything.” She dug the list out of her bag and was about to hand it across the table to Cassie, when the older woman moved to sit next to her in the booth. Their thighs pressed together.

Cassie was so close. Their legs were touching. A shot of adrenaline went through Jenna.

That the two of them had feelings for each other had become obvious by the time Jenna was a junior. Jenna’s mother, Anne, had figured it out pretty quickly.

Anne was no puritan. When she was in her twenties she had a five-year relationship with another woman, and always identified as bisexual even after her marriage to Jenna’s late father. Her innate radar immediately picked up on the connection between her daughter and her piano tutor. She put her foot down. Jenna needed to have a childhood. Sometimes that meant having crushes. When Jenna was out of high school and legal, if they still had feelings, then they could pursue them. But until then, friendship could blossom, music lessons could continue, but there was to be no romantic or sexual relationship between Cassie and Jenna.

Cassie was grateful for the rules removing any temptation. Taking liberties with Jenna could have put her career at risk. Jenna took it hard initially, but complied.

Cassie also sensed Anne would have liked to be the one putting the moves on her. But Anne was a class act, and let her daughter chart her own course within the boundaries she laid out.

During Jenna’s junior and senior years she was over Cassie’s house a lot for tutoring and lessons, often even sleeping in Cassie’s guest room when they were hard at work. Everything had been on the level. The trust between all three had grown implicitly.

Now, with Jenna’s graduation, everyone – Cassie, Jenna, Anne – knew the rules had changed. The restrictions were gone.

Jenna spoke up. “Here’s what the counselor said . . .” She pointed to a course on the sheet with her finger, turning slightly and leaning in to Cassie. Jenna made sure the hard little dart of her nipple pressed firmly into Cassie’s arm through the thin fabric of her T-shirt, under which she went braless. Her breath caressed Cassie’s cheek and neck as she spoke.

This was the first time she and Cassie had been alone together since graduation. The day after the ceremony, she and a half-dozen other kids had gone to the beach for a week. She had just gotten back the day before.

Jenna’s thought was interrupted by the simultaneous squealing of every cell phone in the diner. Flash Flood Warning. The sky had opened up a torrential downpour. The local roads would be shut down. If she was going home tonight, it would be the long way around. A 40 minute drive instead of a fifteen minute drive.

*If* she went home tonight…

Before she could put the phone down, another text came through. This one from her mother, Anne.

“Roads look bad. You’re over at Cassie’s right? You should probably spend the night. You know, sleep in her guest room, LOL.”

Wow…the barriers were definitely down…

She heard Cassie stifle a giggle and realized that the other woman had seen the text.

Another lurid text came in, this from one of Jenna’s best friends. Again, references to the roads being flooded and spending the night at Cassie’s.

Why didn’t someone just take out an ad in the paper for fuck’s sake…

Cassie knew that Jenna hated it when other people figured out her moves before she sprung them. She needed a little space. The food arrived. She took half the turkey club and slid the other half to Jenna, then dumped a layer of ketchup across the fries. They ate in silence, listening to the chatter in the diner and the rain outside. Slowly the conversation turned back to the curriculum, and after finishing the sandwich, Cassie went over it again, making some minor adjustments.

Several fries still remained, and Jenna reached across Cassie for the ketchup, again sliding her body against her tutor, their breasts brushing. Their thighs were again pressing together, and as they talked about the curriculum, Jenna held her breasts against Cassie’s arm.

The conversation about the courses lagged. Cassie pulled out a wrapped package and handed it to Jenna.

“Happy graduation.”

They hugged awkwardly in the booth. Inside the package, sealed in a plastic bag, was antique sheet music. It was an old, complicated, Chopin Nocturne.

“Oh my god, this is fantastic.” They hugged awkwardly in the booth again.

“Why don’t you come by and play it?” Cassie said.

They paid their bill. Jenna suggested they take her car to Cassie’s house, but Cassie pointed out that they could just leave the car in the diner parking lot and walk. They were going to get soaked just getting to the car, why bother pretending otherwise?

They were drenched to the skin immediately upon exiting the diner. They giggled and laughed as they walked up the street in the soaking, warm summer rain. Wet clothes pressed close to their bodies, accenting their shapes, turning fabrics translucent.

They splashed each other in a puddle as they approached the front door of Cassie’s house. Standing on the porch they were finally out of the rain, still laughing and giggling.

As Cassie fumbled in her bag looking for her keys, Jenna reached over, lifted her chin, and kissed her, sending thrills through both of their bodies. Their eyes locked. Cassie leaned forward and stole one in return, holding it just long enough, then pulling back, winking. She found her keys and opened the door.

They both started giggling again.

The house was warm, and they stood on the hallway mat, dripping wet.

Cassie giggled. “How can we get upstairs to dry clothes without getting water all over the house?”

Jenna tossed her wet T-shirt it in a heap on a mat nearby. A moment later her jeans and thong followed them. Cassie shrugged and stripped, and then they scampered naked up the stairs. Jenna headed towards the guest room, but Cassie took her hand and guided her to her bedroom.

“But I have some dry clothes from the last time I was here stashed in the guest room,” Jenna protested. Cassie put a finger to her lips and guided her down the hallway to the master bedroom. Jenna walked in, and gasped.

Laid out on the bed were two outfits. The styles were pseudo-Victorian. Black corsets with colored accents, black lace knee-length skirts, stockings, lace-up knee-high boots. There were no brassiere’s but the corsets had heavy lace that extended up behind the neck, over the bust.

The thinner outfit was accented in red, the somewhat curvier in purple.

Jenna picked up the red outfit and held it in front of herself in the mirror.

“These are beautiful! Oh my god. I can’t wait to try them on.”

She loosened the laces on the corset to put it on, but Cassie stopped her, again without a word. She led her to the bathroom and turned on the shower.

Cassie lathered Jenna’s body. Jenna pressed the inside of her hips into Cassie’s hands, but the older woman slipped her hand away. Jenna rinsed off the soap then returned the favor, slowly washing Cassie’s body, lingering in sensitive areas. Cassie gently urged her hands away when they spent too much time in any one spot. After Cassie had rinsed, Jenna reached again between her legs, but Cassie pulled her hands away, licking her fingertips and kissing the palms. Jenna lowered her head as to lick Cassie’s breasts, but Cassie took her head in her hands.

“Not yet, child. Patience. Relax and enjoy.” she whispered, then leaned forward and kissed her lightly. Jenna pressed more firmly but Cassie backed away.

They dried each other listening to the sound of the rain pattering on the roof.

Cassie took Jenna’s hand and led her back out to the bedroom. They stood in front of the mirror and applied light makeup to each other, highlighting their eyes in dark mascara, and painting their lips with black lipstick.

They turned to the costumes and pulled on their stockings and the garters. Cassie tightened the corset around Jenna’s stomach, just tight enough to stay in place comfortably. She slid her hands up Jenna’s chest and pulled the lace around Jenna’s neck, clipping it in the back. Under the heavy lace, Jenna’s tiny nipples stood out against her white skin, outlined between tan lines from the week at the beach. Cassie kissed Jenna’s neck and cupped her breasts briefly. Jenna gave a sharp intake of breath. Cassie helped Jenna into her dress and boots. She slid her hands up Jenna’s thighs, allowing on the briefest brush against the dampening space between them.

“My turn,” Jenna said, but Cassie stopped her.

“No, love, sit down.”

Cassie lifted the other corset and stepped inside. She fit it around her body, adjusting its fit comfortably under her larger bust. She allowed Jenna to tie it, just tight enough. Jenna reached around and fastened the lace around Cassie’s neck. She lingered her hands on Cassie’s breasts too long, however, and the older woman moved them down and away. After helping Cassie into her dress and boots, Jenna licked Cassie’s boot tip, working her way up her calf, past her knee, then pushing her skirt aside and moving between her thighs. She reached the soft, damp slit between Cassie’s thighs and was permitted the briefest taste before Cassie pulled her head back out, kissed her lips.

“Patience, love. Patience. One final item for you to wear.” She opened a drawer and pulled out two small masks. She tied one around Jenna’s head, then allowed the younger woman to tie the other around her own head.

Jenna was delighted.

“A masquerade party for two,” she whispered, stealing another kiss from Cassie, who allowed only a short peck before disengaging and taking the girl’s hand. She picked up a bottle of perfume from her dresser and spritzed both of them, then led Jenna back down the stairs to the living room where the piano stood. The cloudbursts outside had darkened the skies prematurely and the room was almost dark.

“You light the candles,” Cassie said. “I will get the wine.”

Jenna lit several candles around the room, plus the large candelabra on the grand piano. She flipped through the antique sheet music in the orange glow from the candles. Chopin was a master, and as she read the notes, the music flowed through her mind. She flipped back to the opening stanzas, placed her hands on the keys and was about to begin playing when Cassie arrived with two wine glasses and a bottle.

“Not yet,” she said. “Come and have some wine.” She poured two glasses and sat down on the divan, beckoning Jenna come sit.

The white wine sparkled in the candle glow, the rain pattered outside, the warmth and humidity of the air glistened on their skin. They sipped their wine. Cassie brushed Jenna’s hair away from her face and leaned in. They kissed. Their lips met, parted, tongues twined. A soft moan. Jenna’s hands slid up the ribs of Cassie’s corset, touching her breasts under the lace, softly tracing the outlines of her nipples with her fingertips.

Cassie rose and moved to a vinyl record collection that stood on the far wall, next to a traditional turntable.

She ***********ed a record and queued it up. Strauss’s Blue Danube filtered from the speakers. She held out her hand.

“We dance,” she whispered.

Jenna allowed the older woman to take the lead. They danced. They kissed. They sipped wine. They pressed close to each other. After Strauss, Tchaiokovsky’s Sleeping Beauty and Shostakovich’s Second Waltz. Then Brahms, Dvorak, Liszt, nearly a dozen others. The air smelled of summer rain, perfume, and gentle arousal.

Finally, after another bow and another curtsy and another kiss at the end of a dance, the two fanned themselves with hand fans in the warm night air. Cassie smiled and poured fresh glasses of wine.

“And now, Frederic.”

Jenna addressed the piano, then sat down on the bench. Cassie stood behind her, lightly resting her hands on the younger woman’s shoulders.

“Ready?” Cassie whispered. Jenna nodded.

“Then begin.”

Jenna began playing the Nocturne, aware of the warmth of her teacher’s body behind her. The wine and the dancing had flushed her skin and she was afraid she would ruin Chopin’s beautiful handiwork. But the notes flowed through her to the keys and out into the night air. Cassie turned the pages as she played, otherwise standing silently behind her. The entire Nocturne took about ten minutes to play.

As Jenna reached the end, Cassie flipped back to the beginning of the music sheet, and whispered in her ear.

“Again.” Her breath stirred the hair above Jenna’s neck.

Cassie moved her hands from her shoulders slowly down Jenna’s chest, coming to rest on her breasts. She caressed them softly. Jenna’s hands faltered on the keys.

“Play,” Cassie urged breathlessly, then kissed her ear, her neck, her shoulder. Jenna picked up where she left off. Cassie slipped her hands underneath the lace top, fondling, pinching, caressing. Jenna struggled to keep her focus, but kept her eyes locked on the Nocturne’s lilting notes before her.

Cassie unhooked the lace behind Jenna’s neck and let it fall forward, then moved to the bench beside her. She kissed and licked her small round breasts, tasting the perfume and the gentle sweat from their dancing. She softly suckled as Jenna played, eliciting quiet moans.

Emotions, sensations, feelings raced through Jenna. This was the moment she had fantasized about, dreamed about, masturbated to since she met Cassie. She had needed her hands, her lips on her body. Her breath on her skin. The desire was overwhelming, the satisfaction breathtaking.

Cassie slid down to her knees and slipped Jenna’s legs apart. Her mouth drifted into a place few had seen, fewer had touched, and only Jenna had ever pleasured. Her breath drifted over the sliver of curly hair above an otherwise neatly trimmed slit. She licked, caressed, softly penetrated, and found that special space. She ran her tongue along the interior of Jenna’s thigh as she curled her fingers inside of her lover. Jenna opened wide, her mist flowed free, her body shook with her climax.

Jenna arched her back, moaned, and her fingers flew across the keys. The surge that was overtaking her body flowed down her arms and into the ivory, into the ebony, down to the hammers striking the cords, and out into the dim, steamy room. The music flew out an opened window carrying the depth of her passion out into the rainy night. A couple passing by paused to listen, felt the desire, the love, the need. The man and the woman lowered their umbrella and kissed in the warm summer rain, then laughed, hugged, and walked on holding hands as the downpour soaked them through.

The Nocturne continued.

Jenna hunched forward, spent, but still she played. Cassie climbed back onto the bench next to her, lifted her head, kissed her lips. Their tongues intertwined. Jenna was reaching the end of another round of the Nocturne. Cassie slipped her hand over Jenna’s and as she whispered “my turn”. As the Nocturne ended, Jenna released and Cassie took over, playing the Nocturne by heart.

Jenna, her arms throbbing, her body pulsing, devoured Cassie. Her fingers shook as she loosened the lace top above her corset, then unlaced the restrictive purple-and-black garment and tossed it to the floor. Both women now wore only stockings, boots, and masks. Jenna had spent many a night, tossing in her bed, thinking about what it would be like to touch, to taste, to caress, Cassie’s substantial decollete. She ate hungrily, running her tongue across it, tasting it, suckling almost endlessly.

The tone of the Nocturne had changed. The passion was still there, but it was muted. This was not Cassie’s first time, either with man or woman. She, too, had desired Jenna for a long time, and she felt the deep passion but also a nurturing love. The Nocturne that coursed through the rainy night spoke of passion, but also caring and sweetness.

Jenna remained suckling at Cassie’s breasts for the second half of the Nocturne. As Cassie started another round, Jenna detached and slipped below. Cassie too had a sliver of neatly trimmed curls above her slit. Jenna knew what she wanted to do, but never having done it before was unsure. She looked up at Cassie, who smiled down and nodded encouragingly. The older woman pulled her legs wide.

Hesitatingly, Jenna tried the things she had just felt Cassie do to her. It took longer for her nervous fingers to finally bring Cassie to the moment she desired, but Cassie didn’t care. She played contentedly, letting the younger girl make her mistakes, and just enjoying what she was doing, enjoying her nearness, her warmth, her smell, her taste. Finally the orgasm overtook her and she poured it into the notes that filled the room.

Jenna climbed back onto the stool. Cassie whispered for her to place her right arm against hers and as they started another round of the Nocturne, Cassie played the left hand and Jenna played the right.

Their hands played in perfect synchronization, turning the Nocturne into a duet. Their lips met, their tongues intertwined. The both moved to straddle the piano bench so they could face each other, playing the Nocturne with one hand, now kissing each other, now caressing, now suckling.

They intertwined their legs, pressing their softest, tenderest places together, then kissed again, and slowly gyrated their hips.

They ground themselves together, pulsing to the tune of the Nocturne, the notes flowing from their sex out through their bodies into the candle glow. The sounds of piano intertwined with the sound of their panting, their soft moans as they pushed themselves together, ground together, rubbed their desire into a frenzy.

The Nocturne reached its final climax of the night. Jenna screamed in joy and ecstasy. The two of them tumbled to the floor, arms and legs intertwined.

The music stopped. The only sound was their breathing and the rain outside.

Cassie was the first to rise. She extinguished all the candles except the candelabra on the piano. That she picked up and reached out to Jenna. The younger woman climbed to her feet and took her hand.

By the glow of the candelabra, Cassie led her young lover up to their bed, where they spent a long, joyous night in each other’s arms.

THE END

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The sequel to, What Goes Up.

Lying on the large, double bed, Harriet sleepily eased her naked body onto its side and the hollow gold crucifix around her pale neck slipped lovingly between her large, firm breasts. Her body heat gradually warmed the red pubic hair folded neatly within.

She opened her eyes – remembering.

Today was the first anniversary of Sonia’s death and Harriet intended to visit the grave of her former lover.

Tears crept into the corner of her eyes as she recalled their meeting at Eleznick’s cafe and her dicovery that day of her bisexuality.

“Sentimental me,” she murmured softly into the crushed, feather pillow.

**********

In the almost deserted cemetery parking lot, Harriet left her car and walked the remaining hundred yards to Sonia’s grave. Approaching the secluded spot between the spread of two ancient elm trees she saw a young woman kneel and place a large floral wreath on the early morning damp earth.

The woman had long, flaming red hair that shone like a beacon in the sunlight. The slight breeze lazily shifting its lustrous waviness.

Harriet stopped; held her breath, tightly grasping her own floral tribute.

The woman stood up and turned towards her and for one heart stopping moment Harriet thought it was Sonia.

Closer scrutiny revealed that it was a near likeness but not her former lover. The lips were thinner and the nose, straighter and longer. Nevertheless, it was still a very beautiful face.

‘Who is she?’ Harriet had to know.

She moved closer towards the grave.

“I’m sorry to intrude on your grief,” said Harriet. “If you wish I can come back later.”

“No. Please stay. Are you… were you a friend of Sonia’s?” asked the young woman, quizzically. “Only, I can’t recall seeing you at the funeral.”

“I was a very close friend… but was unable to attend. Are you related to Sonia?” asked Harriet.

“I’m Marisa, her younger sister. You are…?”

Harriet extended her hand and lightly held onto Marisa’s pleasantly cool hand, it was at that moment that she caught the woman’s full fragrance.

It had been Sonia’s favourite perfume.

“Harriet… Harriet Edwards,” she muttered, slightly bewitched by Marisa’s likeness and scent. “May I place my flowers with yours?”

Marisa gazed intently at her as Harriet hurriedly bent down and arranged the flowers.

“Sonia spoke of you,” said Marisa, “We held no secrets from each other and I hope I don’t embarrass you when I say that she loved you a great deal… I can see why.”

Harriet blushed as she stood up and turned towards Marisa.

“It’s kind of you to say so.” Tears welled in her eyes, her voice was heavy with emotion as Harriet continued, “I loved Sonia…” She held eye contact with Marisa, “… so very much.” She shook her head as if to throw off an emotional weight. “If you know who I am,” she said more assertively, “then you know that it was my ex-husband who killed her.”

“Yes, I know but I don’t hold that against you. In fact I can understand your feelings. Could we be friends?” asked Marisa, smiling warmly.

Harriet beamed delightedly. “I was going to ask you the same question.”

They hugged each other tightly like old friends meeting again for the first time in many years; each shed an emotional tear.

**********

During the next two weeks Harriet and Marisa met frequently during the evenings.

Harriet knew that Marisa was still a ‘working girl’ and could not see her every evening.

Although they were from totally different backgrounds they found much to talk about and of course the common bond between them was the shared love of a bitter-sweet memory.

Each evening’s conversation brought Harriet revelations from the two sister’s childhood that intrigued and provoked her into more intimate inquiries. It was late one evening after Marisa had drunk too much that she eventually related the full story of their upbringing.

An aunt in Cleveland, Ohio had raised the two girls after the tragic death of their parents in a road accident when they were very young.

The aunt had no idea that her male lodger regularly abused the girls.

Not until Sonia was of an age to properly understand what was happening did she take matters into her own hands. One evening when she went to his room she also took a long, sharp kitchen knife with her. He awoke to a stinging pain and wetness between his legs. His penis was missing. They never found where she buried his manhood.

Upon his discharge from hospital he moved out of the neighbourhood and the girls never saw him again but the events of those years left deep psychological scars that occasionally resurfaced during adolescence. In Sonia’s case it manifested itself whenever she made love in the dark. She froze when touched and could not enjoy any foreplay.

When she was eighteen Sonia found a special love with an older, more understanding man. She nurtured this relationship for a number of years. It helped to overcome her sexual fears and provide the foundation for a sexual awakening that she wanted to share with her sister.

One weekend they teamed together, making love to this same man. It was an intimate occasion that gave both girls an insight into their sexuality and what love could be achieved without fear or pain. The man was impressed with them and suggested that their talents could be financially rewarding for them all. For a small percentage of their earnings he would set them up in business as high-class escorts.

For a number of years they quietly earned a great deal of money and built a substantial clientele. Everyone was satisfied with their role until one hot, stifling July evening, an out of state Senator whispered to Sonia that there was more money to be made in Washington.

“…you’d be nearer to me, too honey. Nearer to where the big money is and where the action lies,” he said, knowingly, his large, white hands roughly squeezing her large breasts as she sat astride him, his huge erection sending waves of pleasure within her vagina.

By September they were in business for themselves. They rented an apartment in a block whose residents cared nothing for their lively business.

The Senator had his ‘sexual freebies’ while promoting the names of new clients. The girls’ services were in constant demand among the affluent society in which they now found themselves.

They were riding the crest of a wave when the police raided their apartment. They were charged and convicted of prostitution.

Instead of prison sentences they received only a heavy fine, thanks mainly to some monetary sweeteners given to the judge provided by their friend the Senator. It wiped out their savings and afterwards the Senator told them they were on their own and were not to contact any of their clients or him again.

The sister’s knew they had reached a turning point in their lives. It was time for each to go their separate way.

Out of the blue Sonia received a phone call from Frances, a high class Madame, who had seen her in the media and wanted Sonia on her books. She eagerly agreed and during this period Sonia gave part of her income to finance Marisa until Marisa met Carlos who became her pimp.

That evening, as Harriet listened intently to the full story of Marisa and Sonia’s life, her emotions were in turmoil. She understood that Marisa was a totally different person to Sonia and Marisa could never replace her feelings she had shared with Sonia. She saw the pain in Marisa’s eyes and felt a need to reach out and protect her from further harm or degradation.

Following their third large drink, and during a lull in the conversation, she stood up and walked over to the couch where Marisa was sitting. Harriet seated herself close to her, took Marisa’s glass and placed it carefully on the small occasional table. She grasped Marisa’s hands in her own. Speaking softly, her voice deep with emotion she said, “Marisa, when we first met you asked if we could be friends and you must know that your friendship means a great deal to me. What I’m offering you is the opportunity for you to quit your work and live with me…”

Harriet raised Marisa’s fingers to her lips and kissed them.

“I’m not making this offer lightly. I’ve really become very fond of you these past few weeks.” She kissed Marisa’s fingers again. “Please say you’ll stay.”

“I’m flattered by your offer, Harriet… I… I don’t know quite what to say. I’m not stupid. I know that you might consider my friendship a close alternative to my dead sister’s. But I would rather be with you every day than force myself to have sex with the type of client that Carlos seems to find for me these days.”

“It’s true, I can understand your fears,” said Harriet, gazing warmly into Marisa’s dark brown eyes. “You remind me a great deal of Sonia but I’m asking you as a person to be my friend not the image of my former lover. That is the difference between wanting you and perpetuating my feelings for someone who has gone out of my life. Will you stay?”

“Are you realy fond of me, Harriet or is this just a phase that you are going through and next week I could find myself back on the streets with no help from Carlos once…” She stopped in mid sentence. “What are we going to do about Carlos? He’s hardly likely to shake my hand and say goodbye to his only meal ticket.”

Harriet grasped Marisa’s hands tightly. “Leave Carlos to me. I know people who owe me enough favours to put him somewhere out of harm’s way. Carlos is less important to me at the moment than to our continuing relationship. I’ve asked myself some soul-searching questions and found that I love being with you. I enjoy your company. I want you with me all the time not just a few evenings a week. I miss you when you’re not here. There’s a void inside me that only you can fill and where money is concerned I’ll honour any outstanding financial commitments you may have. And, so that you may feel free to leave at any time, I’ll even place ten thousand dollars into your account. I don’t want you to feel that’s a bribe. It isn’t. It’s to show that I care enough to ensure that you won’t want to leave. I’ll also arrange for an acceptable weekly allowance to be paid into your checking account.”

Marisa sat quietly with her head bowed deep in thought. “You won’t hurt Carlos will you?” she eventually said. “Financially Carlos has been good to me over the years but I can’t seem to break free of him.”

“No, I won’t hurt him, just place him somewhere safe for a while.”

Looking directly into Harriet’s eyes Marisa said, “Then I accept your offer, Harriet, but apart from being your companion what else am I going to do to occupy the days?”

“Well, as I said earlier I’ve given it some thought and, if you’re agreeable, we can start straight away on re-educating you to become my personal secretary…”

“Secretary… But I don’t have…”

“Don’t worry about what you don’t have,” interjected Harriet, “I’ll make sure it’s provided. I’ll personally oversee your education. It’ll take time. I don’t expect you to become a qualified secretary in the next six months. It most likely will take at least a couple of years.”

“Thanks, Harriet. It seems a rather inadequate word for what you are giving me,” said Marisa, inching forward in her seat and as Harriet released her hands Marisa wrapped her arms gratefully around Harriet and hugged her tightly. She affectionately kissed Harriet’s cheek.

Their eyes locked.

A close observer would have seen a momentary search for refusal.

A fleeting downward glance at the others lips.

They leaned forward. Their lips met.

At first they kissed slowly, tentatively, then, as their initial inhibitions quietened their passions engulfed them.

Harriet broke free and cupping Marisa’s face in her hands. “Marisa,” she gasped, gazing wantonly into her eyes, “I want you,” she said.

Marisa said nothing but casually stood up and Harriet led her by the hand out of the room towards the stairs.

The bedroom was awash with moonlight as they slowly undressed each other. Harriet remembered the first time she and Sonia had made love in a frenzied manner but now she brought a deliberate slowness to her actions. Lust’s embers burned brightly between them as they gazed wantonly at one another’s bodies. Their kisses aroused their passion as they fell onto the bed. Surrounded by silvery moonlight they tenderly caressed each others breasts and thighs.

Marisa arose and straddled Harriet’s stomach, her hands clutched Harriet’s wrists pressing them onto the mattress above her head. Leaning down she intimately kissed Harriet’s mouth, then, licking and kissing her way down over her neck, she moved her wet mouth onto Harriet’s ample right breast. Instantly engulfing the long, dark rosebud that flowered under her warm tongue’s delicate touch. Harriet sighed. Marisa’s long wavy hair teased and tickled Harriet’s hot, sensitive skin. She closed her eyes and moaned as delicate fingertips awakened her other nipple into maturity.

Harriet broke free from Marisa’s hands and stroked the backs of her fingernails down over Marisa’s cool slender back, down towards her small, firm delectable buttocks then along her smooth thighs. She arched her neck and moaned when Marisa’s teeth pulled gently at her long, fleshy nipple. Her own hands caressed upwards towards Marisa’s own pert breasts. Breast’s that hung like two ripe apples on the bough. She gently rotated her palms on Marisa’s already excited pink nipples. Marissa arched her head and moaned loudly. She turned around on the bed and with her knees straddling Harriet’s body she delved down into Harriet’s bushy mons. Her arms went under and around Harriet’s thighs; both hands free to explore and probe Harriet’s moist, fleshy, pussy lips; lips that, for some considerable time, had not felt the loving, slippery caress of a hot, wet tongue. Each wet stroke from Marisa’s tongue brought a pleasurable groan and an upward thrust from Harriet’s pelvis. Harriet’s clitoris engorged with desire protruded to electrify and stimulate her desire.

Harriet’s own exquisite outpouring of emotion manifested itself by clasping both hands up over Marisa’s back and she lifted herself up to tongue Marisa’s clitoris into full bloom.

For a while they stayed locked in this position each woman hungrily devouring the other; each savourig the delights of Lesbos, until they sensed the other’s approaching orgasm. Both manipulating their tongues in an intense effort to bring the other first to orgasm.

They came simultaneously, crying out in the glow of their passion. As each climax waned they lay side by side panting in each other’s arms. Their laboured breathing fanning flushed faces.

They kissed as lovers kiss, deep and long, tongues entwined, tasting the nectar of each other’s love.

Harriet spoke first. “Oh, that was beautiful, Marisa.” She leaned forward and kissed her new lover.

Marisa responded by returning her kiss with an intensity of feeling that touched Harriet’s heartstrings. She cried. Tears flowed copiously down her cheeks to mingle with their kiss.

Breaking the seal of their lips Marisa said ernestly, “Harriet what’s wrong?”

“Nothing, Marisa… Nothing’s wrong at all. I’m just extremely happy and glad that you’ve brought warmth to this bed.”

“I’ll keep us warm forever, Harriet.”

They showered and slept till eleven the following morning.

**********

During the day Harriet used a public call box so the call wouldn’t be traced back to her. She phoned the Police Commissioner concerning Carlos. Two days later he was arrested for possession and dealing in illegal substances. Three weeks later he was tried and convicted, receiving a two to four year prison sentence.

This was a blissful time for the two lovers. Their minds, emotions and bodies were entwined. Joy adorned their faces for the world to see.

At home, Marisa studied intensely for eight hours each day, five days a week. Her paid female tutor was impressed with her ability to grasp subjects quickly and to ask probing questions.

At the weekend the two lovers would spend hours together attuning their bodies to a sexual pitch that culminated in earth shattering climaxes. Once they became familiar with each other’s bodies they enjoyed making love in the surrounding grounds of the house. This sexual enjoyment progressed further as they made love in public places; anywhere there was a certain amount of risk at being caught, ‘in flagrante delicto.’

Their love games became intense journeys into erotic stimulation. Each partner tempting the other into more outrageous situations.

Harriet didn’t appear to care too much that if she’d been recognized her position as a lawyer could so easily have become compromised.

An onlooker may have recalled what Shakespeare wrote in ‘A Midsummer Night’s Dream’

Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind,
And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.

In their minds, a cloak of intimacy was thrown over them; concealing them from the eyes of an inquisitive world.

**********

It was nine months later that Harriet broached the subject of Marisa having her face remodelled so that when Carlos was eventually released from prison if ever he saw her he wouldn’t recognise her.

“Harriet, you forget I know you. I know how your mind works. What you really want is for me to look like Sonia. But I can live with that. You have given me so much and if it pleases you to see me as Sonia then yes, I’ll do it. But remember, my name is Marisa and I’ll always be Marisa no matter who I may resemble.”

The surgeon at the clinic was more than pleased with the results of his work once the residual bandages were removed some weeks after the operation.

Her nose instead of being broad and straight was now smaller and angular when viewed in profile, her lips thicker, more fuller.

She looked exactly like her dead sister.

“My dear,” said the consultant surgeon as he said goodbye, “you were beautiful when you arrived but you are more glamorous with your departure. It pains me to see you go,” flirtatiously kissing the back of her hand.

“Doctor, you say the most romantic things. But do you truly mean them or are they simply additional tools of your trade?” asked Marisa, perceptively.

That evening when Harriet walked into the lounge, Marisa had dressed for the occasion. She wore some of Sonia’s old clothes that she’d managed to keep hidden from Harriet.

Her coifed hair gave her added height, while tiny strands of coiled hair hung down beside her delicate ears. The sheer white satin blouse accentuated her bare breasts and was tucked inside a pink mini skirt that clung sensuously to her black silk pantyhose. Long leather boots swept up from the floor molding each thigh.

“Good evening Harriet,” said Marisa, hands on hips, standing beside the open log fireplace. The room’s only illumination came from the flickering flames as they backlit her figure. Shadows danced over her breasts. As she breathed deeply her aroused nipples clearly showed what she felt.

“You look… stunning,” gasped an admiring Harriet, “I’m not sure what I expected but now… Well, I’m lost for words. Except to say, Marisa, I love you.”

“Harriet, I love you too.”

**********

Eighteen months later Marisa passed her exams with distinction and became Harriet’s full time legal secretary.

They immediately become involved in a criminal case that involved a great deal of media attention. Harriet hated this close scrutiny but endeavoured to maintain her poise amidst the barrage of questions aimed at her. The questions became more personal as the interviews progressed throughout the trial period and she was aware that her relationship with Marisa could be exposed at any time should the media delve deep enough.

One evening, when out dining with Marisa, a photographer caught them emerging from the restaurant and their picture made the following day’s tabloid papers.

In Baltimore Penitentiary, Robert Edwards sat on his bunk eating an apple and reading the newspaper. As he turned the page Harriet’s picture leapt out from the jungle of text. His heart raced when he saw the face of the person beside her. He could not believe it. It was Sonia. And yet…

The picture caption read, ‘Even a lawyer and her secretary have to eat sometime.’

‘Her secretary? What’s going on? Why is my ex-wife with someone who is the image of the woman I killed? How did she meet her? Who is she?’ His mind boiled with questions and more questions. He had to have answers and as the days passed he knew he had to escape; to break out and find the woman who’d incarcerated him. That’s when he formulated his escape plan.

It was time for him to act.

**********

Two months later, on a wet and windy March evening he found himself dressed in jogging clothes on the other side of the high wire fence. He squinted his eyes up at the guard towers; no sign of movement. He ran to the corner of the street that snaked away in the direction of the Potomac river and jogged for two miles. The streets looked much the same but he had memorised the route. As he rounded the corner of one street he saw the jeep with the keys in the ignition. Its shape was a relief to his aching limbs. The favours he had called in had been paid in full.

The following evening, knowing that the police would be watching Harriet’s home, he parked opposite her offices.

At around seven Harriet emerged with Marisa. He locked the vehicle and followed them on foot.

Robert had negotiated arrangements for both a vehicle, a complete change of clothes and enough money to fund his disappearance. The new shoes slightly pinched his right foot but otherwise the dark suit and raincoat allowed him to blend in with the early evening commuters heading for home.

He followed the women into the Rock Hotel situated a few blocks from Harriet’s offices.

“Convenient,” he muttered.

He managed to overhear Marisa say to the receptionist, ‘…Twenty-six,’ before he discreetly moved towards the bathroom area.

After washing his hands he decided on a course of action and he left the building through the main entrance. He made his way around to the back and waited in the shadows of the covered delivery area.

It was almost an hour later before a man dressed as a concierge pushed open a fire exit door and began to smoke a cigarette. Robert crept stealthily towards him grasping a discarded heavy piece of wood. He clubbed the man over the head and caught his unconscious body before it hit the ground.

He dragged him inside and shut the door. Looking around he found a broom cupboard that would hide the man’s body and as fast as he could he changed his outer clothes for those worn by the concierge.

Once dressed, he bound and gagged the unconscious figure with strips of cloth he found in the cupboard. He made his way to the kitchen and surreptitiously picked up a tray containing some drinks and a few sandwiches. It was time to head for the elevator and room twenty-six.

The balding, middle aged male receptionist, glanced nonchalantly at Robert as he stood waiting for the elevator.

It arrived and he stepped inside, careful not to reveal his face.

**********

“Harriet,” said Marisa, leaning against the bathroom doorway dressed only in her underwear, “shall we eat out tonight or arrange for something to be sent up, only I’m starving now?”

“If you’re that hungry, darling,” said Harriet, absently filing her nails and dressed only in her dark blue, silk night robe, “then we’ll have something sent up. What shall we have? I know, two steak sandwiches and two Caesar salads with some Californian wine to lighten the evening. How does that sound to you?”

“It’s making my mouth water. I’ll phone room service now.”

Marisa walked over to the bedside phone and gave them her order. As she replaced the receiver she asked, “Do you suppose Robert will try to contact you or are the police being their usual over-protective self?”

“I’m not sure what he’ll do but they said that up until the time of his escape he’d been a model prisoner. I wonder what made him suddenly decide to escape? When he’s recaptured he’ll only have to serve extra time.”

Ten minutes later a gentle knock at the door startled them. Harriet went into the bathroom as Marisa quickly dressed in a white t-shirt and jeans and went to the door.

“Who is it?” she called out.

“Room service, ma’am,” a male voice replied.

“Just a moment,” she said, unlocking the door. Marisa moved aside to allow the waiter into the room and was immediately struck a solid blow on the back of the neck. She went out like a light.

Harriet heard the fall. “Marisa…” she said, emerging from the bathroom.
“Robert…? You… What have you done to her?” cried Harriet, rushing to Marisa’s aid.

“Quiet, bitch,” said Robert, bending over Marisa, holding a knife to her throat. “Stay back. Get onto the bed and lay there on your back. Tell me where you keep your stockings?”

“Stockings? In the bedside cabinet. Second drawer… but Robert why are you here? What madness is this? The police…”

Angrily he said, “Quiet and I meant it,” he said, finding four packages of unopened stockings. “I ask the questions. You answer.”

He ripped open the wrapping and quickly bound her hands and feet to the bed. She lay spread-eagled, frightened and worried for Marisa who had not moved.

Robert lifted Marisa under the armpits and dragged her into the bathroom where he used the other two pairs of stockings to bind her hands and feet. He stuffed some cotton wool in a stocking and used it as a gag. He left her lying in the bath with her hands bound to the main taps.

The remaining stocking and cotton wool were used as a makeshift gag. He placed the gag on the table beside the bed.

“Now, you bitch,” he said, straddling her body, “you’re going to tell me what happened that evening when I killed that whore.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Robert, I wasn’t there, remember?” She glared up at him.

He slapped her cheek, hard.

“I don’t believe you. I think you were there, at the hotel. I believe you knew Sonia. It was something she said that evening, then, when I read the paper and saw the picture of you, together with that bitch I’ve just tied up in the bathroom, I knew there had to be more to it than just coincidence. Who is she and why are you two sharing a room?”

“She’s Sonia’s sister and the police thought it would be better if we shared a room to make it easier for them to stake-out,” said Harriet, aware that if she told him now of her affair with Marisa, then by implication he’d know she’d also had an affair with Sonia.

Robert visciously slapped her other cheek. Harriet cried out at the stinging pain.

“The truth bitch,” he growled in her face. “I know when you lie to me. From the moment we met I lived with your lies, half-truths and whispered innuendo. Robert can’t father a child,” he mimicked. “Didn’t you realise that Robert’s impotent? Well he isn’t, bitch. It’s you who can’t have children but you wouldn’t admit to it being your fault. Oh no, much to proud for that to happen…” He wrenched aside her gown and released the clasp on her front opening brassiere. Her firm breasts spilled out.

“So, Harriet are you feeling proud now. Are you going to tell me the truth or am I going to fuck the truth from you?”

“No Robert, please. I can’t tell you what I don’t know. Please don’t do this. If I knew anything I would tell…” His fist cracked against her jaw. The force of the punch knocked her senseless. “Bitch,” he cried, tearing her flimsy, high cut, cotton panties from around her waist and flinging them across the room.

Robert rolled off the bed in a rage and went into the bathroom to check on Marisa. She was still unconscious. In a rage Robert ripped the towel rail from the wall and was about to bring it down on her head when there was a knock on the outer door.

“Room service,” said a male voice.

“Just a minute,” he cried out, placing the rail beside the bath. He slipped out of the waistcoat and rushed into the bedroom. He quickly covered Harriet’s nakedness with the bedspread and tied the gag to her mouth, then opened the door slightly. “Can I take it from you here as my wife’s fallen asleep on the bed and I don’t want to disturb her? She’s had a long day.”

“Sure, no problem, sir,” said the fair haired young man, handing him the tray.

“Thanks, oh, here…” said Robert, handing him a five dollar bill.

The concierge gushed, “Thank you sir, sleep well.”

Robert closed and locked the door. He lay the tray on the floor and looked at the food. It had been a long time since his last full meal and he suddenly felt extremely hungry. In ten minutes he’d devoured everything. The wine acted like an aphrodisiac. He went to the bed and uncovered Harriet’s nude body.

‘Strange,’ he thought, ‘in all the time we were together she never once made love to me with the light on.’

He picked up the knife from the bedside table and slit along the sleeves of her dressing gown from her wrists to her shoulders. The gown slipped easily out from under her nudity as he pulled at its silkiness and dropped the ruined garment onto the floor.

Gazing at his former wife’s nude body he appreciated that for a woman of forty-two she still possessed a remarkably trim figure. ‘But then,’ he thought, ‘she’s not had stretch marks or worry wrinkles from having children.’

He stripped off his remaining clothes and untied her gag. She moaned and rolled her head.

“Wake up, sleepy head,” he said, roughly slapping her reddened cheeks.

Her eyes opened and she groaned.

“No it’s not a bad dream, Harriet it’s real and it’s going to get worse, a whole lot worse. Now tell me the truth.”

“Nothing to tell,” murmured Harriet. “Water. I must have a drink. Please Robert. Just a small drink of water.”

“Nothing, until you start explaining. I meant what I said earlier Harriet, either you talk or I fuck you and, if I believe what I sense then it will be even more of a hardship for you to accept me inside you… after being so long with a woman.”

“I keep telling you there’s nothing to explain. So, get on with it, Robert.”

“I’ve a better idea, Harriet. If you don’t respect your own body I wonder what it would feel like to watch while I make love to your secretary. Perhaps that will jog your memory?”

“No Robert,” she pleaded. “Leave her out of this. What happens now is between you and me… as it always has been.”

“Fuck you Harriet I’m the one who says what and who I fuck. Watch,” he said, forcing the gag back into her mouth and retying the stocking behind her head.

Robert got off the bed and went into the bathroom. Minutes later he came back out with Marisa’s body. She was now fully conscious. Her eyes betraying the inner fear she felt at their desperate situation.

Robert carried her over his shoulder into the bedroom. Marisa’s eyes opened wider as he placed her head first over the arm of the sofa chair and undid the belt to her jeans. He yanked down the zip and pulled the jeans and her cotton panties down around her ankles. Using the knife he expertly slit up the back of her t-shirt. He unclasped her bra and cut away the remaining shirt fabric.

“Hmm, nice body babe,” he quipped, cupping her breasts. “Lets have some great sex, like your sister and I did… before I killed her.”

Marisa’s muffled groan did nothing to dissuade Robert from continuing. He leant his body against her and rubbed his flaccid penis up between the valley of her pouting, slender buttocks.

“Harriet,” he said, looking across at her horrified face, “watch me make love to your friend. Unfortunately it won’t last long. I’ve not had sex for a very long time.”

Robert’s fingers probed between Marisa’s thighs and found the entrance to her love tunnel. He licked his fingers and inserted them into her pussy. At the same time he squeezed her left nipple between his thumb and index finger. He delicately pulled the nipple away from her body using a circular motion.

She couldn’t help herself and groaned as the intimate sensation worked its sexual magic on her clitoris. During her years on the streets she’d experienced rough sex before.

She continued to moisten. He continued to probe. He used the same technique on her other more sensitive breast.

Suddenly he released her and almost immediately she felt his head between her thighs, his tongue lapped wondrously at her clitoris, his hands clasped her hips.

She was now moaning continuously.

With his forefinger he used her juices to moisten her sensitive anal area. Marisa squirmed uncontrollably as he inserted first one then two fingers into her back passage. Her sexual excitement increased as he slipped the forefinger of his other hand into her licentious pussy. She bucked and rode these two sexual stimuli not caring what came afterwards, just living for the immediacy of the sweet, sensual sensations stirring in her hot, young body.

Robert stopped. He got up from the floor, turned around and, leaning into her, he pushed his hard erection up inside her deliciously tight, slippery pussy. They moaned together.

Harriet watched, as their movements became more animated, each approaching their climax. Marisa used her vaginal muscles to stroke and hold him tightly. Suddenly they groaned in unison as they came together.

Robert relaxed his body over hers for a few moments then withdrew his limp penis. He went into the bathroom, used the toilet, then showered. As he walked back into the bedroom he found that Marisa had managed to get over to the bed and somehow they had removed each other’s gag. They were whispering and kissing tenderly.

“You’re not conspiring together are you?” He questioned. “It’s time for a little redemption Harriet.” He quickly retied both gags and pulled up Marisa’s pants and jeans. He slung her over his shoulder and put her back into the bathtub, retying her hands to the taps. He turned off the bathroom light and closed the door.

“So, Harriet,” Robert said, clambering onto the bed and straddling her naked body once more, “it’s time to talk. I want no more procrastination from you. What happened that evening?” He growled, ripping the gag over her head.

She told him.

Harriet embellished Sonia’s lovemaking with teasing adjectives knowing it would wound his masculinity, stabbing at his prowess as a great ‘Casanova.’

Listening to Harriet’s story Robert’s anger at how naïve he had been to believe he could get away with murder coupled with Harriet’s admitted lesbian relationships had an immediate effect once she had finished. His mind twisted like a bean tendril. It searched for another meaning to what had occurred. He did not want to hear anymore particularly from this woman’s mouth. He picked up the pillow next to Harriet’s head and pressed it down hard over her face. Harriet’s body squirmed beneath him.

There was a brief flash of movement in the corner of his right eye. Something hit his head. Blackness.

**********

Harriet could not breathe. Her mind was spinning away from her.

‘This is the end,’ she thought. ‘Release at last.’ Then she felt Robert’s body slump across her, then roll onto the floor. The darkness was removed and she gulped in as much air through her nose as she could.

Marisa stood beside the bed, her posture anxious, concerned. She removed Harriet’s gag. “Harriet, are you all right?” she asked, her fingers tugging furiously at Harriet’s bound hands.

“I’m… fine,” gasped Harriet. “Just give me… a few moments… to get my breath.”

“What happened to Robert?”

“I eventually managed to get free and used the towel rail from the bathroom to hit him over the head,” replied Marisa. “He should have an enormous headache when he wakes up.”

“He looks dead to me,” said Harriet with one hand free, looking over the edge of the bed. “You’d better check.”

Marisa felt for a pulse.

Her eyes widened as she stared back up at Harriet and said, “No. No pulse, Harriet. He’s dead,” she said.

“Keep calm, Marisa. It was either my death or his. No jury will convict you. You did the only thing you could. You saved my life. I owe you.”

“What do we do now Harriet?”

“We stick to a story but one without the sex angle. It will save some of our dignity and, besides it would only complicate matters. Do you agree?”

“Yes, I agree. I don’t want the American public finding pleasure in what happened here this evening. I believe justice has been done.”

They briefly talked about what they would say, then Harriet phoned the police.

When they arrived they found the two women dressed in casual clothes. Both their stories matched the events of that evening and no charges were brought against Marisa.

As Harriet and Marisa stood in the hotel lobby watching Robert’s body being carried down from their hotel room in a black plastic body bag, Harriet’s thoughts turned to similar events a few years ago.

Ironically it had been Marisa and not Harriet, who avenged Sonia’s death.

End

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Jane tells details of her sex tape to Tom and Carla

Carla has just finished telling her story of lesbian sex with her friend on holiday, during a game of truth or dare. Carla has challenged Jane to tell the story of her sex tape with her ex partner Mick.

Jane was sat on the chair blushing with embarrassment, over the challenge of her truth or dare. The room was quiet, both Tom and Carla looking at Jane waiting to see what she would say. Carla broke the ice and said, “Do you still have the tape.”
“Oh my god!”, cried Jane. “No I don’t know where it is? That bastard Mick must still have it. He will be showing all his mates, I know him!”
Carla said, “How do you know it’s not in his stuff we put in the garage.”
Jane jumped off the chair and said, “Good point, lets search his bags.”
The three of us went into the garage and took the bags and boxes out of the garage and into the kitchen. Mick had a lot of music and video CD movies.
Jane was frantically searching the CD’s and remembered he put it in a Jenna Jameson sex movie case.

“Fucking hell”, I said out loud, “he has a lot of sex tapes?”
“Yes he was porn mad, although he did nothing for me in the last 6 months of our relationship.” replied Jane.
Carla and I smiled, and laughed seeing Jane rooting through the bags and boxes.
“It’s here” and I said, whilst holding three Jenna Jameson CD video’s.
“Oh good” said Carla. “Lets go in to the front room and watch them”.
Jane replied, “We can’t watch them in the front room because the CD players in my bedroom. I have the sky tv downstairs and if I’m watching a CD I watch them upstairs.”
“What are we waiting for, lets go upstairs and watch them.” replied Carla.

I was led on the left side of the bed, Jane in the middle and Carla on the right. I had placed one of the tapes in the CD player and I held the remote control. I said, “Is everyone ready and I will press play.”
The CD played and it was a full on porn movie. I fast forwarded to the action. Jane said, “That’s not the sex tape!”
I replied, “I know but we need to check most of the tape”.
I slowed the tape when clothes were being removed, cocks were being sucked, and Jenna was in a doggy position getting her cunt rammed.
Carla loved the CD especially when Jenna got a face full of cum. She said, “That girl is sexy”.
“Does she turn you on?” Asked Jane. “Do you like blonds?” Jane was laughing.
Carla went red with embarrassment.
I said, “come on girls lets find this sex tape”.

I placed the next CD in the player, went back to the bed and pressed play. This was the sex tape the picture quality was terrible!
Mick was in front of the camera stripped naked and showing off his pumped muscles.
Carla said, “That is small, surely he could not satisfy you.”
Jane replied, “Hey you! What are you trying to say.”
The camera moved on to Jane who was led on the bed dressed in full suspenders, panties and bra. She looked amazing.
Mick returned to the bed and began kissing Jane, he rolled on his back and said “Your turn.”
Jane moved down from kissing his neck to sucking his 4 inch + half cock. However her arse was blocking the camera view and you could make her head out bobbing up and down giving him a blow job.”

Carla was laughing and Jane was red with embarrassment. I got off the bed and removed the CD. I threw it to Jane and said, “now you can destroy it!” I got the third CD from the case and placed it in the CD player. I returned to the bed and pressed play. Jenna Jameson was in a threesome with another sexy Asian lady. Both Carla and Jane were fixated with the movie.
Carla playfully rolled onto Jane and said, “Do you like dark haired girls.” My cock began to rise again at the site of the sexy play between Carla and Jane.
Carla moved her hands up inside Jane’s T shirt and began caressing her boobs. Jane’s hands moved down the sides of Carla’s waist lifting her dress above her waist and touching her bare arse. This was turning me on and my cock was fully erect.
I got off the bed and said, “Hey girls I’m going for a shower.” The girls took no notice. I got what I wanted a full view of Carla’s arse and cunt which was still clean shaven from her holiday.
I walked slowly pass the edge of the bed and left the girls to it.

The shower room was en suite, I left the door open and angled the mirror in the bathroom to the bedroom. Whilst I was showering I got a full view of Jane and Carla in on the bed. I could hear the voices on the Jenna Jameson CD along with the dirty talk and the moans of pleasure. This alone was turning me on. I also heard Jane say to Carla, “So your friend pleasured you with her tongue, and you enjoyed it!”
Carla stared into Jane’s eye’s knowing what she wanted. Carla removed Jane’s T shirt exposing her fantastic breasts. Carla kissed Jane on the lips, then moved down to her neck before making her way down to Jane’s tits and nipples.

Jane was moaning with the pleasure she was getting from Carla sucking her nipples first her left nipple then her right nipple. Carla’s hand moved down to her pink shorts, she was undoing the buttons, but struggling because the shorts were too tight!
Carla sat up and said, “Are you going to help me with these, I can’t get them off.” Jane replied “hang on a minute” whilst pulling the buttons free from her shorts. Jane grabbed the back of Carla’s neck with her right hand and began French kissing Carla. Carla French kissed Jane back, before breaking the kiss and allowed Jane to suck her nipples and play with her tits.

Carla pushed Jane from her tits and moved her sexy body down Jane’s body. Stopping to play with Jane’s tits and nipples. Jane was breathing heavily as Carla moved down her body kissing and licking her stomach, reaching her pink shorts.
Carla said, “Lift your arse girl, there still too tight I can’t get them off.”
Jane replied, “Hang on a minute.” she twisted her hips and grabbed the shorts from behind her back and pulled them down passed her arse. “Saying I think that’s better.” Carla was staring Jane in the eye’s whilst smiling.” She tugged Jane’s pink shorts onto her thighs, still looking Jane in the eyes.

Jane’s stomach was slowly bouncing and her breathing was still heavy. Carla teased Jane, saying “I’ve got you now?” Jane’s pink shorts were still around her thighs, Carla was sat on her legs near her knees. Carla placed her right hand on Jane’s stomach moving it slowly down to her crotch. She gently moved her middle finger onto Jane’s pussy rubbing her clitoris. Jane was squirming her legs trapped. Jane was close too an orgasm.
Carla stopped teasing and removed her pink shorts. She raised Jane’s left leg slightly and kissed her inner thigh until she reached her pussy.

Jane was twisting, her stomach was jumping, Carla was now fully tonguing her, finding her pussy hole and thrusting her tongue in and out. Jane spread her legs wide to allow Carla full access to her pussy. Carla had her arse in the air revealing her pussy which looked ripe for taking. I entered the room and sat on the bed next to Jane’s head. Jane looked at me and I kissed her cheek. Jane pulled me in for a full French kiss. I played with Jane’s tits and broke the kiss. Carla was now looking at both Jane and I whilst still licking Jane’s pussy. I got off the bed and moved to Carla’s rear which was high in the air.

Carla’s legs were slightly closed. I lifted her black dress fully clear from her arse. I wasted no time and began tonguing Carla’s arse. Carla moved her arse up and down wriggling her hips. Carla gave out a pleasure moan which allowed me to place one of my hands on her inner thigh. I gently praised her legs apart and began tonguing her pussy I had a towel wrapped around my waist and managed to get both my legs inside Carla’s feet and legs. Carla was positioned doggy style whilst she was tonguing Jane.
I was tonguing Carla and managed to place my arms in between Carla’s inner thighs grabbing her at the waist. I was bent down low and could see Carla was now thrusting two fingers inside Jane’s pussy.

Jane had her hands on Carla’s head and was thrusting her pelvis towards Carla’s fingers whilst Carla was still tonguing Jane’s pussy. Jane gave out an almighty love scream and came on Carla’s fingers. Carla removed her fingers from Jane’s cunt and began frantically licking Jane’s love juices.
I unwrapped the towel from my waist and thrust my penis inside Carla’s juicy cunt. Carla said “No, I don’t want sex with you.” Too late I thought, my hands held her hips tightly has she struggled wriggling her pussy from my grip.
Jane released her cunt from Carla’s tongue, She turned her body to Carla, moving her face to meet Carla’s face.
Jane kissed Carla on the lips saying, “Thank you, that was wonderful.”

I was holding Carla’s hips tightly moving my cock in and out of Carl’s cunt slowly. Jane was holding Carla’s face watching her moan with pleasure as my penis strokes began growing faster. I had my hands on her hips and waist, the feeling felt fantastic. I began rolling my hands up her back and down on Carla’s arse. Carla began sexy panting letting out pleasure moans. Jane still holding and kissing Carla’s face said, “Tom I think she is about to cum.” Carla’s love moans became louder, her eye’s were closed and her mouth opened.

I thrust my penis faster and harder into Carla’s pussy, her moans were turning me on. My grip on her hips watching her arse was driving me crazy. Jane was shouting, “Tom! she’s cumming, don’t stop.” Carla came and melted in my hands, I felt great relief!
Jane got off the bed and said,” I want you to come in my mouth.”
I released Carla’s hips from my grip and Carla fell on the bed. Jane was kneeling with her head bobbing up and down my erect cock which was full of Carla’s love juices. I was in heaven Jane was playing with my balls making my cock respond. I had my hand on Jane’s head and was ready to dump my cum in Jane’s mouth.

Carla got off the bed and kneeled next to Jane, I spurted my first load into Jane’s mouth and she swallowed the lot. Carla grabbed my cock, whilst I spurted some more cum which hit Carla on her face before she could get it into her mouth.
My third and last spurt went straight into Carla’s mouth and she swallowed hard. Jane moved to Carla’s face and began licking the cum off her face.
I picked up my towel and wiped Carla’s face of any remaining cum, I wiped my dick and placed the towel around my waist.

Jane and Carla got up and headed to the shower, I led on the bed, glowing and shaking. Trying to take in what had just happened. Looking through the mirror in the bathroom. Jane and Carla looked excited they were saying how much they enjoyed the tryst. The girls were soaping each others body and washing each others hair.
I felt like dropping the towel and joining them. I decided not too, and wait for them to return to the bedroom.

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I haven’t posted a story in a while. I was busy doing research on worm holes, time travel the inernet, heroin and Asian and Latina lesbos for this story. Hope you all enjoy it. Please let me know what you think.

On day Ralph Upchuck was getting ready to go on one of the high speed internets so he could download the Google. Ralph was waiting for the virus protection to kick in before venturing into the high speed internets. Ralph always used virus protection when he was surfing. It didn’t matter which of the internets you were going to be on, it was best to be protected. Ralph knew from experience you could start on one internet and end up on another, risking infection.

It seemed to Ralph that the virus protection all left a lot to be desired. In addition to the more conventional forms of virus protection, Ralph was using a bromide, a canine distemper vaccine, various unguents, a spy ware detector, salves, creams, and an anal suppository in an attempt to obtain humoral and cellular immunity as well as protection against a lethal intracerebral challenge. Ralph felt ready for the heroin now.

Ralph took out what looked like a catsup packet. It was a tan shiny packet that said “HEROIN” on it. Ralph took out his works and poked the factory sealed packet and drew the heroin into the needle.

Ralph had just added heroin to his virus protection regiment after he became infected the previous week while surfing one of the internets. Ralph was surfing the internets which contained information about a semi aquatic rodent native to Europe and North America called a beaver when he was directed to the internets which contained photos of women in various stages of undress, exposing their vaginas. Ralph was immediately infected with a virus. The initial symptoms set in quickly and included a lightheaded feeling of euphoria, a tightening of the scrotum and a swelling of the penis. Ralph’s corpora cavernosa had become engorged with venous blood. He suddenly felt a sudden decrease in blood pressure that could have resulted in fainting.

Ralph undid his imported diesel zip fly button closure straight fit machine washable specially treated pure cotton enzyme washed pleated front chinos with on-seam pockets and back welt pockets. He pulled out his rigid wiener and squeezed it in an attempt to force the venous blood out of his corpora cavernosa and relieve the swelling. Ralph was shocked to see the explosive discharge that resulted and hit the computer screen with a loud “ploop”.

Ralph was quite taken aback by the experience. While pleasurable, It was unlike anything he was familiar with. It wasn’t like driving to Cleveland. It wasn’t like playing a trombone in a top hat. It wasn’t like eating a cheese omelet. It wasn’t like having eight dollars and seventy six cents in your pocket. It wasn’t like when some guy tells you they play the trumpet and pull out a cornet.

It wasn’t like a walk in a summer rain at dusk through the wood of bramble and cottonwood filled with the tweet of the robin and the emphatic “Whip-poor-will” of the whippoorwill. It wasn’t like realizing that you threw up because your stomach was full of puke.

It wasn’t like making meatballs by combining 1 pound of ground beef, 1/2 pound of ground lean pork,1/2 pound of ground veal,1 cup of Italian bread crumbs, 2 eggs, 4 cloves of chopped garlic, 2 teaspoons of oregano, 1 teaspoons of basil,1/2 teaspoons of rosemary, and 1/2 cup of chopped fresh parsley, mixing all the ingredients well and forming medium sized meatballs then frying them in small amounts of fat until they are brown.

Just as the junk started working, Ralph suddenly realized he was hungry. He decided to try a new pizza place he had heard of called “Traversable Wormhole Pizza”.

“Hi, I’d like to order a 12” sausage with mushrooms and extra cheese.” said Ralph.

“When would you like that delivered?” asked the voice on the phone.

“Well,” began Ralph “I just shot up some heroin a couple minutes ago, so I really couldn’t eat it now. I’m really hungry. Why don’t you send it over about 15 minutes ago.”

Ralph hung up the phone and looked at the half eaten sausage mushroom and extra cheese pizza in front of him. He was full and could still taste the sausage and tomato sauce.

Ralph realized he hadn’t yet injected the heroin. He was too full to shoot heroin after eating half of a sausage mushroom and extra cheese pizza.

Ralph’s cellular phone rang.

“Hello” said Ralph. “This is Ralph on my cellular phone.”

“Hi Ralph” said the female voice on the other end. “This is Debra.”

It was Debra, a girl from Ralph’s “Tell a Friend the Truth” church group.

“I’m calling you on your cellular phone to tell you I think I’ve noticed you looking at me at church.” continued Debra. “I wonder what you were thinking.”

“Well Debra,” replied Ralph with a slight hesitation in his voice, “To tell you the truth, I think you have a fine ass and I’d love stick my tongue in it and feast on it.”

“Oh Ralph,” replied Debra, “You’re such a romantic. To tell the truth, I have huge nipples and I wish you were here 10 minutes ago. I farted a what seemed to be about a 6.3 on the Rickter scale. That’s a base 10 logarithmic local magnitude scale that measures torsion seismometer output.” continued Debra, “My poop hatch is like a dutch oven of rotting vegetation, air biscuits, flatus, cut cheese and quief. That particular fart was a real cheek flapper of gaseous intestinal by-products. I wouldn’t be surprised if the entire surrounding area has to be fumigated considering those lingering free-floating anal vapors I’ve left behind. It sounded like I stepped on a couple of huge ducks. It wasn’t very lady like of me.”

“I’d still love to toss your salad” replied Ralph. “I might even be inclined to maw your musky mound.”

“To tell the truth, a lot of guys are nice to me because I’m good looking.” Said Debra, “They will engage me in small talk and banter in an attempt to gain my trust. They basically want to eject semen from their penis. They would like me to be involved in stimulating their penis with my hands, or mouth usually, but I’ve had guys want other things too. I’ve heard this business of ejecting semen from the penis referred to as ejaculating” continued Debra, “I’ve heard it is very pleasurable.”

“Once, my ex-girlfriend asked me in bed if there was something special I would like.” Replied Ralph. “I told her I wanted her to release ass gas. No hesitation. She let out a tiny squeeker on cue, right in my face. A couple of minutes later, she unloaded a whopper that damn near singed the carpet. Sounded like she killed a huge duck. It was total romance.” Continued Ralph. “She never topped that one. I would get the best results with her sticking my tongue up into her bung pie as far as I could and massage her rump while tossing her salad. Sometimes it would happen right away but sometimes it could take 20 minutes before it would come poot pooting out. The romance prolonged our relationship.

Ralph cleared his throat and continued. “To tell the truth, I also love to fart! I have a nice wrangler ass bubble butt that looks delectably juicy in faded skintight jeans or tight and squeaky shiny and squeaky vibrating vinyl or leather pants! I love to rip ass in my tight jeans with no underwear or slide around on a vinyl seat in a bar or restaurant with my leather pants on so I can dig the vibration and sexy fart sounds that it makes. I just love to fart in my black leather pants. The way it smells with the leather gets me hot. My farts smell like eggs or broccoli! Yippie! I’d love to sit on your face and let loose a loud vibrating ripper through my tight jeans! It would smell like rotten deviled eggs!”

Meanwhile in Cleveland some hot Asian and Latino lesbo chicks were playing scissor crotch in their silky sheer nylon/spandex thongs. A couple of them had body modifications. Soon they were sucking each others leather cherrios.

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Masturbation material…..

I can see the moon shining through the window. I follow its rays until they settle on your gentle curves. Your hips push up against the sheets and your bare shoulders are being kissed by the night air. I reach out and caress the lines of your shoulder and follow them down over your side and over your rounded hips and as far down your legs as I can reach.

I pull my body close to yours and bury my face into your silver moonlight kissed hair. I inhale the scent of your skin; its spicy scent lingers in my nose and all I smell is you. I kiss your neck and shoulders tasting the sweet saltiness of you skin on my lips. I slowly pull the sheets down your body and your beautiful full breasts are exposed. Your nipples stand up from the chill of the night air and I lightly rub them with my fingertips. Your head rolls to the side and a sigh escapes your lips. I’m not sure if you’re awake but I just can’t get enough of you. Your face is an angel when you’re sleeping and your body is calling to me.

I pull the sheet farther down your body until you are completely naked in the moonlight. I softly kiss your sleeping face and start to glide my fingertips over your body; your stomach, your breasts, each nipple and your neck. But I linger the longest on your cheek and your eyes flutter open. Your eyes are the most beautiful shade of blue as it reflects the paleness of the moon.

I lean down and kiss your lips. I feel your hand come around and cup the back of my neck and pull me deeper. My hands caress your cheek and move down over your throat. Memories of you singing our song to me make my heart leap. I continue to dance my fingers in the moonlight over your chest and they pause over your heart. I can feel it fluttering in your chest and it quickens my own blood. The heat from the blood in your veins rush to your skin and your cheeks get rosey.

You roll towards me making your nipples like beacons in the night. I move onto my knees shifting the sheet off of me. We are both naked in the moon and getting ready to make love. I straddle your gorgeous body and lean down to kiss your lips, and then your throat, and then that little spot behind your ear you like so much. Your hands clasp onto my sides roaming over my taut waist and firm buttocks. As I lean to kiss more of your neck and shoulders, our nipples touch ever so slightly and we both inhale deeply, the anticipation almost too much.

I slink down your body trailing my fingers over your body as I move. Your own hands slide up my body as I move closer and closer to your belly button. The further down I move, the more of your skin I caress. I inhale deeply as I stop right over your stomach. I take a deep breath as I fill myself with your essence, your very soul, my soul’s mate. Your skin is intoxicating smelling of soap and a hint of sweat.

I lay my head down to get as close to you as I can. I feel your pussy throbbing on my breast that settled there when I laid down my head. Your hands are lost in my hair and around my face. I look you in the eyes and you look back, capturing me in that moment: you shimmering in the moonlight, me bespelled by you’re very being, the moon a silent watcher….two lovers and a celestial voyeur are the only ones aware of what is happening, of our love.

Your lips turn into a quick smile and my heart melts further. I smile back and move up for one last kiss. I move down past your gorgeous neck, your perfect breasts, you flat stomach and finally stop at the object of my search: your wet, hot pussy. I kiss her reverently, like a goddess statue in a temple. I gently place my tongue on your clit and you tilt your head back with a sigh and open your legs wider. I rove around with my tongue reaching every part of you. I dip inside for a quick taste of what is to come. A little moan escapes your lips and your hands begin to massage and tease your nipples. Just watching you brings my own pussy into heat.

I slowly lick from your hot hole to your reddening clit, making your climax build slowly. I want this to be the best lovemaking we’ve ever had. Your legs begin to quiver and your breath comes faster. As I continue to bring you closer and closer, your body shines in the moonlight from the sweat on your skin. The heady scent of your pussy juices and sweat mingle in the air and I feel my own desire to be loved begin to build. I break away for a moment to breathe.

In that quick respite I glance up and see your eyes locked on my face. Before I can bring you to orgasm, you grab my shoulders and pull my up and leave us in a sitting position on our knees. You place your hands gently on either side of my face and kiss me tenderly making my own breath catch. You leave one hand on my face and reach between my legs, pushing my legs slightly apart so you can reach my own dripping cunt.

You begin to run your finger nail over my sensitive clit causing my body to jump away for just a moment. I bring my body closer to you and reach my own hand down to your pussy. We slip in a finger into each other and somehow manage to stay on our knees with a lot of effort. We lock our lips in passion and slip in one more finger into our lover’s amazing pussies and begin to pull in and out slowly.

As our climaxes push forward faster and faster, so do we. Trying to cum at the same time in each others’ arms we quiver and sweat. You move your kisses to my neck and I hold you tight. Your hot breath cascades over my neck and shoulder. Our hold on reality slips as the moon’s light makes the experience seem unreal. Our bodies glisten and squirm against each other and our hands and fingers are working furiously for the others’ ecstasy.

I move my thumb to your clit and apply pressure to make you cum soon. You match my efforts and I begin to breathe harder, holding you tighter as I feel my climax begin to take over. I whisper “I love you” into your ear and you whisper “I love you too.” With a few more indulging thrusts your body shakes and you moan in my ear, your body almost collapsing if not for me holding you up. Finally your finger hits my g-spot and I begin to cum almost collapsing myself. Our bodies writhe in pleasure and the room is filled with our moaning and noisy finger fucking.

We shudder one last time and collapse to the bed sheets, breathing hard in each others’ arms. I kiss your neck and face until I finally make it to your slightly parted lips. I breathe in your breath and kiss you one more time.

At last I showed you how much I love you. Though it is late and I am tired, I couldn’t let this moment pass. As we lay next to each other utterly spent, I watch the moon move over your glistening body and smile slightly.

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Christine’s daughters take control, she becomes their submissive

It had been tough after Tim left me and looking back I can see that I had turned into a real Nazi Mom. My girls were having a hard time coping with their Dad suddenly out of their lives and I was on their case over every little thing- some bigger things too but this is my guilt trip so I’ll focus on those. So what I’m saying is that things were tense in our household; I grounded Sian for something, breathing I guess and my younger daughter Allison was in a snit with me because I wouldn’t let her have a sleep over at her friend’s house. Why wouldn’t I ? Because I had turned into the ultimate control freak probably.

It was a Friday evening and I was making a tuna and pasta casserole for dinner because it was cheap and, in spite of me knowing both the girls hated Tuna, I dished it up, put their plates on the table and sat down as the misunderstood martyr to eat mine.I have to admit it wasn’t all that nice , in fact it was pretty awful but it was cheap and beggars can’t be choosers as my mother used to say..

Eventually they did come out and ate some but spent most of their time pushing the food round the plate.

I watched them with growing annoyance and finally I snapped slamming my palm hard on the table and shouting at them to stop being so immature and eat the food in front of them.Their response was odd. They said nothing but both got up from the table, ignoring my demands that they sit and eat their dinner, and came round to stand on either side of me.

Without warning they hooked an arm around mine and held my wrists with their other hands, Sian on my left and Allison on my right, then pulled me back so my chair fell over dragging me backwards to the lounge area.I was screaming at them to stop, to show me some respect and so on but they were ignoring me.Allison had me in an arm bar which she tightened if I tried to move so I had to lie where I was. Sian let go her side then sat on my chest her panties touching my chin. I have to say it was a very embarrassing position to be in , so near to my own daughter’s, well, to her private area. She took over the arm bar from Allison who went to the kitchen drawer and got our roll of duct tape. I had given up and let them secure my wrists with my arms pointed straight back past my head.

“Leave them there,” Sian told me.

I opened my mouth to protest but one look at her expression convinced me not to so I shut it again and nodded. I felt Allison’s fingers at my jeans and gasped in horror as she succeeded in unbuckling my belt, undoing my button and unzipping me. She pulled them down at the front and a look from Sian convinced me to lift my butt so they could slide down. Just as I was thinking they can’t possibly do any more to me Allison’s fingers were at the waist band of my panties and I knew without looking that I had better raise my butt for them too.

They were pulled off me and I felt humiliated. Lying on the floor ,pinned by my older daughter and not daring to struggle for fear she would do something to me and I knew she had me in strength anyway while my younger daughter was down there having a good old stare at my privates . They had me like that for over a minute and I was beginning to relax. I mean once they had seen me-Sian had twisted round for a good old look- they had seen me and with the cold air on my pussy and butt and so on it was becoming quite erotic and I went limp under Sian.

But they weren’t finished . Sian leaned back to hook her arms under my calves and dragged them up as she leaned forward. Well that changed the view for Allison and I know its going to sound perverted but I actually wanted to know what she thought. I could feel my asshole stretching so I knew I was completely on show- I also knew I was dripping wet and gaping. Allison had come round to the top end and was pulling on my ankles as my bottom came over more until my legs were touching my arms and with Sian holding my legs down- not that she needed to Allison duct taped my legs to my arms.

Completely helpless I lay there as Sian got off me and stood up.

‘You are such an annoying little bitch Christine,” she said contemptuously,” when we have finished you will know your place. Now open.”

Nervously I opened my mouth and watched in horror as I heard her work up some spit and leaned over me so her mouth was directly over mine.

‘Keep it open Christine,” Allison told me giving me an eyeballing. I kept my mouth open as a long string of spit descended from Sian’s lips then the end broke and it fell into my mouth.I felt it land on my tongue and it really wasn’t anything just the whole humiliation thing I guess, it tasted a bit different to mine but was quite pleasant really.

“Keep your mouth open and don’t you dare swallow ,” Allison ordered so I lay there with Sian’s spit on my tongue. Allison now took her sister’s place and a much bigger spit ball dropped onto my tongue. I had spit pooled over my tongue and I was in a state of complete submissiveness, my body limp even with my legs pulled over as they were.

They were both looking down on me and, as they were both in minis, I had a view up their skirts and appreciated what great legs they had. They saw me looking and Allison reached under her skirt to pull her panties to the side showing me her shaved pussy. She shaved? My little Allison- well not so little now obviously- shaved!

“Like the view Christine?” she asked talking down to me- literally I suppose.

I gave her a nervous little smile and nodded- I loved it. My own pussy was in my face too, being pulled right over as it was. I could smell it and see how wet I had become. As I thought the first spank hit me, it was Sian, she had stood beside me facing my bottom and was now spanking me with her bare hand doing alternate spanks on each cheek. I could feel my my butt cheeks getting hot and I saw from the top part they were going red as well.

Truth was I used to love being spanked so this was a real turn on for me and I lay relishing the pain longing for more. I got more and they really hurt.She spanked quite hard at first and they l hurt then she spanked harder and finally took her belt off, doubled it over and gave me a final few with that. It really hurt.. She stopped and I was so grateful I opened my eyes and mouthed “thank you” at her.

They hadn’t finished; I wore a tee shirt and bra- these they cut off with scissors and pulled them away leaving me, their mother, helpless and naked on the floor. I saw Sian look over at Allison and Allison nodding back. It was about me, I could guess that and it probably wasn’t good, I could well and truly guess that but I accepted it. I didn’t agonize or try to control it, whatever it was I was going to accept it. So I relaxed and .limp, felt myself being picked up and carried by the two of them to the back door. Allison held her side up with one hand while she turned the knob and opened the door then they carried me down the back steps and onto the lawn.

I imagined they might play the hose on me and prepared to get cold but they didn’t- not at first. Instead they stripped off, very matter of fact and folded their clothes carefully before Allison carried both bundles back inside then came out to rejoin Sian.

She moved over to stand directly over my face then squatted.

‘Oh fuck not that,” I thought as I watched her cunt lowered slowly till it was just a few inches from my mouth.

‘Are you completely stupid Christine? Open your mouth,” Sian demanded the exasperation clear.

I opened my mouth as wide as I could staring straight up into Allison’s pussy which had opened right up and her pee hole was opening then the stream hit my face, it went in my eyes and she wet my hair and over my cheeks then settled into peeing straight into my mouth.

“Don’t you dare spit Christine or I will thrash you,” Sian commanded and I let Allison pee into my open mouth. She stopped and Sian snapped,”swallow!” at me.

I already had the taste, slightly salty, in my mouth and I swallowed it all down then opened my mouth for more. Sian nodded approvingly as Allison resumed her peeing. I was into it now and swallowed as she peed keeping my mouth open, a bit, while I swallowed so she could carry on peeing into me.She stood up and next I knew Sian was slicing my duct tape bounds off .

‘Lie there like a good little slut Christine,” she ordered. I lay obediently , my legs back down now but apart and my arms still stretched past my head. She stood to the side and peed over my entire body, my legs, feet, tummy, tits , face, hair, the lot. Finally she peed in my mouth and I took all she had then sat up with my mouth open to show and swallowed, opening my mouth again to show it was gone.

“Stay there,” Sian ordered as she and Allison went back inside. It must have been half an hour at least but I didn’t dare move, nor did I want to. I was under their control and despite hurting and smelling of and tasting piss I was loving it. When they came out both were dressed and they looked intently at me before Allison got the hose and washed me off. The water was freezing but I lay still as ordered turning over at their command too.

Finally Allison went and turned the hose off and Sian put her hand out for mine to help me up. I got up and stood with head bowed expecting more punishment. She put her fingers under my chin and tilted my face up.

“I am in control now Christine. Allison helps me and you do as you are told. Kneel.”

I knelt and felt her patting my head. It must sound pathetic but I loved it and leaned in against her thigh wanting more. She pushed down between my shoulder blades and obediently I lowered my head .Next she put her hand under my tummy and pulled up. I went onto all fours , well knees and hands, my head still at her side. She stroked my face then gave me the command “walk.”

She walked on two legs, I was on fours so I walked like a four legged animal. The concrete hurt my knees but I carried on following her inside.

“Good girl. Now you are a disgusting smelly slut Christine so we had better clean you.” She made me stand then took me into the bathroom. The bath was quite full and had lots of bubbles.

‘Get in,” she ordered. I got in and sat down thinking that was what they wanted .

“On your side,” she ordered. I rolled on my side then felt myself pushed under the water. They only held me there thirty seconds or so then pulled my head up. I lay passively waiting for what they had next in store for me. I was made to stand for Allison to scrub me from top to bottom then had to go submerged again. This time was much longer and I was starting to black out when Sian lifted me up by my neck. I coughed and spluttered as I was helped out of the bath and stood with arms up for them to dry me. I stood there as Allison plaited my hair then Sian put one of Allison’s old nighties on me, like from when she was eleven or twelve- it fitted.

‘Right you, table,” Sian ordered. I walked demurely to the table and sat down. There was only one place set and one of them had done macaroni, along side it was a glass of milk. Milk? But I ate my dinner all up and drank my milk like a good girl then took my plate and glass to the bench. I got a pat on the head and was told to sit down and presently Allison came over with a bowl of ice cream and chocolate sauce. It was yummy and I ate that all up too.

‘Come in here Christine,” Sian ordered and I went into the lounge where they sat on the sofa with all my papers, bank statements, in a pile. Sian had a pad and was obviously sorting everything out.

“Sit,” she ordered and I sat crosslegged in front of them.

‘There is a new order in this house Christine; I am in charge, when I am not here Allison is.It is now nine o’clock and that is your bed time. Now come and give me a kiss and Allison will tuck you in-been toilet?”

I nodded.

“Brushed your teeth?”

I looked down and shook my head.

“OK Chrissy brush your teeth and I’ll be waiting for you in your bedroom,” Allison said getting up.

I got up and kissed Sian on the cheek said good night to her and went to the bathroom to brush my teeth. When I had finished I went to my room but the girls’ stuff was in there- they were going to sleep together? I carried on past Sian’s old room to Allison’s where I found her, well now my single bed folded back and, more importantly Allison, who was sitting on the bed. She got up and held the covers up for me to hop into bed then pulled them up and tucked the sheet in.As I lay there feeling really snug she sat back down then leaned over and kissed me on the forehead.

“Good night precious. We do love you Chrissy but you just need to do what you’re told from here on. Stay in bed, you can go toilet when you need to, but stay in bed till we’re ready for you in the morning. Understood?”

“Yes thank you Allison, good night.”

“Good night, sleep tight.”

And with that she gave me another kiss and a pat on the shoulder then she went over to the door turned off the light and pulled the door so it was slightly ajar.I should have thrown the covers back, stormed out there and demanded that they stop this silly nonsense and taken over the reins again but I knew I wouldn’t; I was so grateful for what they had done to me. They had to overwhelm me and take away any lingering notions I might have had that I could take control back. Sian was so dominant and Allison wasn’t far behind so I couldn’t tell them to stop and everything would go back to the way it was-besides I loved my life now.

I went to sleep, which I had struggled to do for months, so quickly and slept soundly until after nine- twelve hours sleep and I used to get about four hours before. I did go toilet then washed my hands and went back to bed.Wide awake I looked at my new room. They had put my picture of the clowns on the wall and some of my favorite things so I was comfortable in it. Shortly after I had been toilet Sian came in and sat on the bed. She asked me how I slept and told me breakfast was ready.

She took me out to breakfast.I had a big bowl of porridge and dried fruit with a two egg omelet to follow, and a glass of milk.I cleared my plates and took my dishes to the bench.

Allison got up from what she was doing with Sian and took me to the bathroom. I went properly and she checked after I had wiped my bottom then I was allowed to flush and got in the bath for a quick shower- the shower was over the bath- again she washed me, dried me and did my hair. There were no clothes to get changed so I followed her naked out to the lounge again where I was instructed to sit cross legged on the carpet. I sat waiting while Sian finished doing something.

“Chrissy, you may think after sleeping in Allison’s old nightie that we are going to treat you like a little girl. Well we’re not, we will treat you as what you are- a submissive, an adult submissive. You are naked and so you will remain unless we tell you otherwise. Right now we are busy so you can lie on the floor there and bring your legs over so we have your butt to look at.”

With that she went back to looking at her work. I lay on my back and rolled my legs over so my pussy and asshole were on display for them. Using my arms I was able to trap my legs under so that once I was fully relaxed it felt comfortable and I lay there getting wetter and wetter.Sometimes I had my eyes closed, imagining, while other times I had them open and caught them looking down there quite casually. After an hour I was so turned on I thought I would burst. I so longed to have one of them touch me. Touch me ,lick me, put something in me, tell me I could cum, anything.

At last it appeared they had finished with Sian putting the stack of papers in a folder and carrying it down to their bedroom. Allison was still seated and she spoke to me,

‘You’re looking all hot and bothered there Chrissy. You want to get off, don’t you?”

“Oh yes please Allison.,” I answered trying ,unsuccessfully, to hide the strain. She smiled down at me and shuffling forward on her seat reached out with her foot. Her foot just reached my asshole and she pushed her big toe at it. The angle was wrong and I rolled down a little so it was squarer for her. This time she pushed and I felt it slip in.

She came right to the edge of her seat and put the big toe of her other foot on my slit then pushed it in. It slid up over my pee hole and clit, pushing the hood up and stroking the clit as it went, then she brought it back down and felt for my vaginal opening. Finding it she pushed forward and her toe went straight in. I craved more opening my legs till I was almost doing a splits.

She smiled at me and pushed her toe in and out.. Oh God it felt amazing, with one toe in my asshole and the other in my pussy I came. After I just lay limp, my body covered in sweat and a weary contented expression on my face.

As I lay there Sian came back in the room. She had showered and was very nicely dressed looking more like a young executive than a teenager- I felt very proud. Sounds odd doesn’t it, here’s me, naked having just spent over an hour in a humiliating display position then having been got off by my other daughter’s toes-her toes!- saying how proud I was of my daughter who organized this humiliating treatment for me in the first place.Well I was, I loved what they had done to me, for me and I loved seeing them stand up and take on my responsibilities.

“Got her off I see,” she observed in a pleased tone to Allison as she surveyed my limp sweaty body and contented face.

‘Sweetheart,” she continued talking to Allison,” I’ve been on the phone to Jessie,” She and Maxine are organizing a lunch , there will be us, Monique and Lisa and Daphne and Rochelle- and they’ll be bringing their Moms too so there will be other subs for Chrissy to be with .”

I tried to remain impassive as I heard this but my face must have betrayed me because I heard Sian laugh.

“Chrissy! Did you think last night just happened? My God we had been planning that for weeks. You are the fourth Mom to have been deposed and we did it after we saw how happy the first three are. Now, Allison would you shower Chrissy- I’ve put her outfit on her bed so once you’re both ready we can go. I’ll tidy up out here.”

Allison led me away to the bathroom. She stripped off herself and stood in the bath with me once the shower was at the right temperature, washed me and once I was done swapped places to be under the spray and washed herself. She finished then dried me, dried herself and led me, both of us naked, to my room. There she let me dress myself and once I had finished she put my hair up then squatted in front of me as I sat on the bed to put my make up on me.

Her legs were wide open with her shaved pussy on display and she smiled as she saw me looking at it.

It was so nice and I was dying to lick it but I knew my place so I settled for being able to see it- the lips were parted and a little bit moist. She used a wipe to clean herself off then took me to my old room where she got dressed. Well I loved what they had for me to wear, my red knee length sleeveless had had about six inches taken off the hem and was now mid thigh on me- when I bent over part of my ass went on show. My underwear was just my skimpiest thong – I went braless. The dress was quite tight across the bust and now my nipples showed through.

I was barelegged but with white legs I thought maybe tights might be a better look, however not my call so I just kept quiet.

‘Hmm. no,” were Sian’s first thoughts on seeing me.

“Its not quite, not quite there, is it?”

Allison was looking too,

“No, the legs are too pale, aren’t they? Do we have any fishnets?”

As it happened they did and so I had to take my dress off while they put a garter belt on me, then the fishnet stockings and finally I was allowed to put my dress back on. Now I looked sensational with the tops of the stockings just hidden under my dress.

I had to drive as neither girl had her license yet. At Jessie’s I was told to park up against the house and we went round the back where the others were. There was a paved patio area above which were french doors leading into the interior while further down was a swimming pool with paving round that then lawn down to a high fence which ensured complete privacy. Yes, I can admit it was a much nicer place than the one I was renting- and could barely afford.

The Mom’s were all easy to pick- apart from being older you might think but they all looked terrific and way younger than their years- because they all wore collars and had leashes. Wen we got over to where the girls were Jessie came over with a small suitcase and handed it to Sian who took it, with a smile.

‘Chrissy, here please.”

I went over and knowing what was to happen pushed my neck up as I high as I could. It was my collar which Sian secured round my neck. Then she put a small padlock on and secured that- my collar was now locked in place. She attached the lead to my collar and led me over to the other Sub Moms. They were completely un-selfconscious introducing themselves and pointing out their daughters proudly. All had been like me, unable to cope and not knowing where to turn when their daughters had overpowered them and taken over control.

It had been wonderful for me so far but this was like day two for me, did it last? What about a normal working day, what then? Well as it turns out it did last, Samantha, Jessie’s Mom, had been her daughter’s Sub for four months; she had never been happier- or more successful. Two promotions in that time and another rumored.

“They can’t get over what a calming influence I am on my team,” she said in her collar,” productivity is through the roof, absenteeism is so low they have to send the really sick ones home- and they don’t want to go- I love my life and I just worship my Mistress.”

Samantha lifted my hem up and they all nodded approvingly as they had a look at my pink cheeks.

‘I got a thrashing today, which I deserved,” Marion, Monique and Lisa’s Mom proclaimed happily.

She lifted her dress right up so nearly her whole body was on display. Her bottom was striped and there were whip marks round across her back.

The other two Subs studied her body appreciatively.

“Oh that looks fantastic, its been weeks since I got a really good seeing to,” Samantha observed ruefully.

“Me too,” said the third Mom, Jessica”, I guess we just have to be patient though, they’ll see to us when they’re good and ready.”

‘Girls!” Jessie called- we were the girls-” strip off now and get in the pool.”

I watched as the others stripped and did likewise.The pool was cold not that that mattered, as the others did I slipped demurely in and with arms at my side went right under then came up to wait for the next instruction.

The cold water felt wonderful on my butt which was still sore in an enjoyable sort of way.

“Out of the pool and stand at the edge facing the water.”

We got out and turned to present our bottoms to the Mistresses then the others, who must have known what was to come , spaced out two paces between us. I shuffled a little bit too.

“Over.”

The others bent right over so their fingers were touching the paving slabs so I did too. Then I felt the first cane stroke. Mine hurt so God Knows what Marion’s was like I thought- she actually got caned on the backs of her thighs, which hurt worse- but I was loving it. The wet skin made it hurt more but I craved the pain gasping at the impact then a quiet sigh as I breathed in relishing the sting.

“Backs.”

We turned to lie on our backs and I caught sight of Sian who had been watching me, she looked pleased which made me feel so happy. On our backs we pulled our legs up and I knew my pussy was n for a good hiding. The Mistresses did a musical chairs and moved over one spot so someone else’s daughter was going to spank my pussy. It was Daphne who smiled down at me as she inspected my wet open pussy. They had riding crops for this and I soon had my first half dozen strokes on my pussy. This time I screamed so Sian came over with a ball gag, gave me a displeased look- which crushed me- and secured the gag very tightly round me giving just the merest acknowledgement as I tried to show her how sorry I was with my expression. Daphne raised her eyebrows as if to say “ready now?” and I nodded meekly then closed my eyes.

The next stroke was the hardest yet- “My God!,” I thought she’s been holding back- and my body jerked but I managed to keep it to a gasp and I got a further ten or so, I wasn’t counting, before she and the others finished.

‘Stand.”

We stood and faced the Mistresses. While we were being disciplined some of the Mistresses had prepared the equipment for what was to come next. At the end of the pool was a metal plate, I had see it before but hadn’t thought anything of it. Now a home made crane was secured there, much like you might have by a sand pit only larger. It had a swivel and an arm going up angled away from the base. I knew from the bath tub experiences the night before that I could expect to be underwater with no control over when or if I was to be hauled up. I couldn’t wait.

We were lined up so Jessie and Maxine could bind us . Once bound we were carried over by the crane and laid on the concrete. Samantha went first, the hook on the end of the rope clicked shut through the bonds at her ankles and she was lifted into the air. They must have loosened the winch for about four feet because suddenly she plummeted into the pool ( the deep part)ending with her head a foot or so from the bottom. She was still on the rope, after a minute I saw it shake then it went still and fifteen seconds later a gasping tearful Samantha was hauled up into the air. They swung the boom across then lowered her gently to the concrete. She was distressed but I found later that that was what she loved. I went last so I had plenty of time to compose myself. In order to use as little air a possible I had to relax completely; if I panicked I would use it up really quickly -then I would be in real trouble.

I felt them attach the hook to my bonds then I was lifted up in the air , swung out over the water and dropped. I sunk like a stone and I was alone and helpless under the water.It was harder to enter the semi trance state than I had thought, possibly the realization one might fucking drown is the Elephant in the room. Time went past and the pressure on my lungs grew stronger. I panicked and struggled but nothing happened.Then I just accepted it, I relaxed as much as I could to accept death.

Well I didn’t drown because at that moment I was hauled very rapidly from the water, I’d been under nearly two minutes . The other Subs were all untied and they and the Mistresses were clapping as I was deposited on the wonderful hard dry concrete. I coughed and spluttered as the others had done but as the moment receded into the past ,the recent past to be fair, I forgot the terror and remembered the adrenalin rush I had had in my near death experience. Untied I went over to join the other Subs. They had been through the euphoria I was going through and were now quiet and subdued.

The purpose of the episode was to show us the absolute control our daughters, now our Mistresses, had over us.

I, as the others did too, longed to be held by my Mistresses who were now in control of my world and my life.

Once I was dried off I looked for Sian, she held her arms out for me and I rushed to her and sobbed on her shoulder clinging to her for grim death. All the Subs were emotionally drained by what had happened and we were taken into the rumpus room and made to lie on the floor.

“Nap time girls,” Jessie informed us and we closed our eyes to try to go to sleep. I tried but I couldn’t and next thing I knew Maxine had put her arm round my neck and I was fading then out. She had used a sleeper hold on me and my fatigue took over from where the effects of the hold would have worn off so I slept a good forty minutes.

We were quiet dutiful little subs when we woke.Hungry ones too and our Mistresses had prepared lunch for us which we had sitting cross legged where we had been sleeping. Afterwards we served their lunch and even though we were Subs to them some things never change and I saw the others watching to see their girls were eating properly.

After lunch we subs got to socialize and after what I had been through I was a lot more talkative.I found I was drawn to Marion the most. It was always going to be lonely being the third in a house, the girls had each other and I was happy to be dominated but I needed someone otherwise I was just going to be, well, lonely. She had felt the same, the other two Moms were now an item and they looked so happy. When we were in a group they just naturally gravitated to each other so Marion and I were a twosome by default you might say but I felt a connection.

The luncheon ended at just after two thirty so we didn’t get to talk much and I was driving home. Once there I was required to strip off and Sian had me over her lap so she could amuse herself with my bottom. I was now an absolute exhibitionist slut so I was loving it. She wasn’t too happy with how hard Maxine had spanked my pussy with the riding crop and she was furious about how long I had been under water. So she was toying me so I remembered my place but also to give me some pleasure and not feel left out.

“You were hitting it off with Marion I saw Chrissie,” Sian remarked to my bottom.

“Yes Mistress,” I replied automatically adding,”she’s very nice.”

I hoped she might continue the subject but instead she started a discussion with Allison and I simply lay over knee enjoying her fingers in my ass and pussy. About half an hour into our discussion I felt something bigger than my beloved Mistress’s finger pushing at my butt hole. The thing was pulled back and I felt cold dribbling from just above my hole down into it and a few seconds later the dildo was pushed in up to the hilt. She ,Allison I guess, toyed my asshole for a while then pulled the dildo out and something much wider was pushed in. It was a struggle to open wide enough to accept it but I managed finally and lay there ,my butt feeling so full.

My pussy was next and a dildo was pushed, well rammed really, straight into it. It was big and soft and Allison sure knew how to use it twisting and tilting then taking it nearly all the way out so my pussy was screaming for something to be in it then ramming it in again at a different angle. it didn’t take long and I was lying there like a rag doll when I started cumming. Sian put her finger to my lips, I opened and she slipped it in for me to suck on furiously.

Sian let me lie there for a bit longer then Allison ordered me up to take me to the bathroom and give me a shower.After I had to get dressed to take them to the supermarket. I pushed the trolley while they got the things on their list. At the check out I was amazed to see they had got for the next seven days and all the household cleaners and so on but had spent fifty dollars less than I did for my shop till Wednesday. We took the shopping home, as they organized the pantry and freezer I was put in charge of coffees and a glass of milk for me. It was just instant but they were happy with that. I put some nibbles on the tray then took it over to the coffee table. They sat together on the sofa and I was on the carpet- still dressed which I was hating but I hadn’t been told to undress so… well so I was dying to but I wasn’t allowed.

They came over to join me , even including me in the conversation. They were ecstatic about the cost of the shop and went through their meal plan for the week. It was way better than mine but I used to be hampered by the question,” What the hell will they eat.” Allison asked me if I knew of any ways of sparking up some of the proposed meals and I answered respectfully with some ideas.

“You’re wearing an awful lot of clothes there Chrissy,” Sian observed, a little smile playing round her mouth,” strip off and take those out to the laundry.”

Beaming I did as she had ordered then sat back down with them again.

“How is work going?” Allison asked, out of the blue really.

“Not so great,” I told them.

“In what way?” Sian joined in.

Well I wasn’t allowed to lie so I told them: I had had a verbal warning on mistakes I was making and productivity, I hadn’t come close to my KPIs for the monthly bonus, I wasn’t liked in my team and the next promotion was sure to go to Craig who knew a tenth of what I did. I’d been there too long, I was the old dress everyone looks past when choosing what to wear. Sian patted her thigh and I went on all fours round to her and sprawled with my legs wide open and my head resting on her thigh.

‘Come Monday that changes,” she told me. I turned my head to take a little peak for reassurance and sure enough she was watching me and looking me straight in the eye nodded- she was serious.

“You dress like you’re going to do the gardening.” Ouch- that hurt.It was true though.She continued,”You have two outfits that are of the right quality to wear to the office.We know why Chrissy , you tried to manage but it was too much. So no finger pointing here, we’re just facing facts. Now we have some outfits from Samantha which Jessie has had altered so they will fit you and one from Marion. I will do your hair and make up and when you go in that office we want you to knock em dead. Understood?”

I smiled gratefully and nodded,”understood my darling Mistresses,” I said quietly.

They put a lot of work into bringing me up to speed; Samantha came over on the Sunday and worked on my people skills, and the whole murky area- to me- of office politics. She then went into intense training on handling phone calls properly, note taking , follow up so by Sunday night I was exhausted and asked if my bedtime could please be brought forward and I was tucked up in my cosy little bed at eight thirty.

Monday morning Allison showered me then took me back to my room where the clothes were laid for me. Sian blow dried my hair while I was still naked then told me to get dressed. Once dressed She did my hair and put my make up on. I was dressed far more elegantly than I normally was for work, way better than most of the others too.

They looked at me, made me do a turn, fiddled with my collar and finally nodded. I was lead into their room to look at myself in the full length mirror. Well I did look stunning I have to admit that.

Sian held my face as she told me that that was the image they expected, it was up to me to act up to that standard and work up to that standard. I was up for it, I really was and I drove confidently to work. The first comment I received was a put down. I smiled at her , didn’t reply and carried on. Our team was in one large room with my desk ,work station they liked to call it, near the front so Mr Sinclair could keep an eye on me.

I said good morning brightly smiling and nodding to the team mates who’s eye I caught then started up my PC and logged onto the phones. The first call came through and I dealt with it as Samantha had taught me. It worked! The caller, not only placed the one he had to put with us as we had the exclusive he got me to hold while he convinced his boss to let him place a much bigger order with me . Getting back to the phone he told me how nice I was to deal with then read it out line by line. I asked him to hold for a minute while I checked on availability, 90% of the items were in stock but a few would have to be ordered.

I got out of my seat and went to Mr Sinclair to show him the order and ask if we might be able to get the missing Items in by courier. He agreed and was on the phone to purchasing as I returned to my seat and told my customer that we could deliver in one lot Wednesday afternoon and would that be alright? It was fine and I was going to put the order through but Mr Sinclair took it off me and put it through with WJS (William John Sinclair) so it would be handled as a priority but in Reps Number he put mine 6.

I was on fire after that and my sales rate was close to 100% on calls.My energy levels were high as was my confidence. At the end of the day Mr Sinclair took me aside and had a quiet word. He was so pleased at my transformation then spent time with me showing how to use the system more effectively. It was dark when he had finished training me so he walked me to my car and held the door for me. Well he was a gentleman, they’re not all creeps.

At home I parked the car in the garage, closed the garage door and entered the house. A voice,Sian’s, called,

“Come into the lounge Chrissy,” so I walked down the hallway to the lounge door and opened it.

There on the sofa were Sian and Allison as I hoped but also Maxine which was a wonderful surprise while on the floor was an even more wonderful one, Marion, naked as I longed to be wearing her collar and leash.

“I’ve spoken to Mr Sinclair Chrissy,” Sian told me calmly. I blushed.

“Oh now did you think this is just an “in here” thing? Mr Sinclair knows exactly -well not about all the fun bits of course- what your place is here and he has told me exactly how you went today so at three I rang Maxine to ask if she could have Marion over for the evening. Oh and Mr Sinclair is delighted with what you achieved today so we are proud of you sweetie. Now go to your bedroom and strip off, dirty clothes in the hamper and Allison will give you a quick shower.I I curtsied to the Mistresses and gave Marion just a shy little smile- which she returned then went down to my room to undress.I took my dirty clothes to the laundry and put them in the hamper then went to the bathroom to wait for Allison.

I waited for a while but she did come in to shower me. She dried me and put my hair in pigtails which she put bows on, so I was looking very young girly ish. Then she put really slutty makeup on me and once she had put it away reached under me and flicked my slit for me. I was in a mild state of arousal before but now I was on fire.My collar and leash were on the vanity and she secured the collar tightly around my neck- the tighter the better for me- then attached the lead.

I waited for the order to move then walked proudly with head up and back straight as she followed me holding my lead. When we entered the room Maxine gave a slight tug on Marion’s lead. Marion stood, waiting for me to get close.I glanced at Sian silently asking if I had permission to kiss Marion. She nodded and I moved to Marion who had her arms out and we hugged. Then we kissed. My feelings for her had grown stronger by the day and it was very clear her’s for me had as well. We kissed, well like we meant it- and we did.

The Mistresses took our leads off us and I was told to take Marion down to my bedroom for some time together. That was nice, we could have been two toys on display, which I wouldn’t have minded, but we were being treated as human beings in a relationship, so it was nice to have some privacy, even if only for a while.

In my bedroom we lay in a cuddle on the bed and told each other everything; like what we had done since Saturday, how scared we were under the water, how much we loved each other, all sorts of things and how much we loved our lives now. We moved from hugging to feeling each other up and after another twenty minutes or so she fisted me in my pussy then slipped her hand in my ass- it went in much easier than I had expected and I wondered if that butt plug might have been put up there as part of a plan. If it was it was a very nice plan indeed. I fisted Marion on her instructions, doing both vagina and rectum as she liked to put it.

We had an hour together then Allison came down for us, took us into the bathroom for another quick shower, dried us off and brought us out to the lounge. Now our leads were put back on us and we were their Subs again.

They fed us first, it was spaghetti bolognaise with salad and, for both of us that glass of milk. We sat at the table and ate silently. She finished first and sat patiently until my plate was cleared then we took our dishes to the bench and returned to our seats.

The Mistresses clapped delightedly and both Marion and I smiled shyly at the approval. We got pudding, self saucing with whipped cream, which we ate like good little girls taking our plates to the bench when finished and going over to the Mistresses. We curtsied then with faces lowered sank down to a kneeling position showing the utmost deference to them. Sian came over to us and stroked us under our chins. I loved it and tilted my head up to get more – so did Marion.

“Well done our darling girls,” Sian said gently to us,”Marion you are just perfect, such a little sweetie, and Chrissy we are so pleased with you, I think you’re just about there now, don’t you think Maxine?”

” She behaved perfectly Sian, you and Allison have every reason to be very proud of her.”

We got to be the ornament on the table during their meal. We lay back to back and wiggled forward as our butts went right up in the air till we were supported just on our shoulders our butts resting against each others and our legs pulled down at our sides to be trapped by our arms. Allison and Maxine inserted flower stems in our butt holes and pussies so we were the vases for a lovely floral display. I loved what they had done to me and as I lay there Maxine stood up and leaned over me. I opened my mouth and she spat in it for me. Sian did the same for Marion and we lay with out mouths open hoping for more spit from our Mistresses.From time to time they would oblige then sometime later would flick under our chin meaning it was time to swallow. Also between courses Allison brought out some clips and they delighted in attaching these to our nipples and idly hanging weights to them as we coped with the pain in our nipples.

Well we loved it of course but it was getting on so it was one minute I’m a flower pot next I’m saying good bye to Marion and I’ve had another quick shower, I’m in my nightie and Allison is tucking me in my bed.

I slept so well, the pain from the clamps was still fresh and I could feel my asshole and vagina from being fisted.

Next morning though I was up bright eyed and bushy tailed ready for another day. Work went really well, Mr Sinclair called me in and confirmed he was speaking with my Mistress and how glad he was that I had found such happiness, which was nice, but also that he was going to form an elite team of three who weren’t going to be looked at for promotions because that would make them miserable but who would lead the sales campaign and be remunerated accordingly.

I loved that, I was still smiling when I got home- they knew of course but I expected they would and it was such a buzz to please them. So my income went up, nearly doubled in fact while their management of our finances and especially our grocery spend coming well down meant that we were saving-heaps. That wasn’t enough for my daughters though and they created an employment agency placing ladies and girls in home care positions: maids, gardeners, nurses, what ever. Well it just went ballistic and as neither had a license I spent all Saturday chauffeuring them to meet the clients . It was great in that they had started their own business but bad in that they had converted Sian’s old bedroom to an office and due too the pressure of numbers were interviewing applicants through till after nine at night.

So how was I going to be ,you know, what I wanted to be? And when did I get to go to sleep? So I was just miserable but I didn’t want to say anything,I mean this business was so successful and it looked like it was going to make their futures for them so who was I to rain on their parade? So I stayed dressed and acted as a de facto receptionist with the four or more females sitting in the lounge with me while they waited to be interviewed.

I got to bed usually after eleven by the time they had finished and I wasn’t getting tucked in or dressed in the morning because they were too busy. That sounds selfish I know but the truth is I needed all that, I am submissive by nature and I need to be bossed around, I’m miserable if I’m not. Work went downhill, I went from confident to passive to depressive and the orders slowed right up. Mr Sinclair tried ringing Sian a few times but only got her answerphone and finally after another poor week I was called in to his office and got my Notice, I was gone.

I didn’t cry- I was too numb for that- I just sat there holding the envelope as his voice droned on and on until finally he moved his hand and I guessed it was time to go. They had all guessed when I was called in and none of them looked up to catch my eye as I trudged dejectedly back to my desk to get my purse and my framed photo of my two girls and me then went on my way. The drive home was possibly the most miserable time of my life, after all the thrills and fantastic times as the girls’ sub I was now another unemployed forty year old- well thirty nine.

I walked in after parking the car went to my room and shut the door. The tears finally came and I lay on my bed sobbing.They must have carried into Allison’s old room, Oh excuse me, the “office” because Sian snatched the door open to tell me off with that “I’m not happy with you” look she would give me but I looked up at her now with a sullen look on my face then I looked away and rolled over to face away from her. She hesitated but ,yes, as I thought, this girl she had never met was more important than me and she left the room closing the door behind her.

So I was on my own again, now it was worse, the lease was in my name and I now had no job. Not only did I have no job but Mr Sinclair had said they would be able to confirm my length of employment but couldn’t “in all conscience give me a favorable reference to any prospective employer”. So I was completely fucked.

As I lay there I went from miserable to resentful thinking what a fool I must have looked to have endured all this crap from them and their friends, lying the way I had with all my bits on display- just disgusting. Well that was it- no more.

I changed into my jeans and a tee shirt throwing my nice dress on the floor and walked past the women in the lounge to the kitchen. There I found a few eggs and the last two pieces of toast and made myself eggs on toast then I poured a coffee and went to the table to eat it on my own.Once I had eaten I felt a bit better but I was still bitter so I decided I would go outside for a walk thinking with any luck some prowler might want to have his way with me or murder me or something. Well if one did he wasn’t outside in my neighborhood that night and the walk was uneventful.

Still women all over the fucking place when I got back, not that it mattered I remembered, rekindling my depression, I could sleep in the next morning.I walked past these women ,down the corridor pushed the door open ,eyeballed Sian and told her I wanted to go to bed and to try to be considerate for once in her fucking life and keep the fucking noise down. Then I turned my back on her and slammed the door as hard as I possibly could. She came after me to do the Dom thing but I just told her, very loudly, to just fuck off. Allison had had a bolt put on her door and it was still there, I rammed it across and got into bed fully dressed.

Then I burst into tears again as the completeness of my misery hit me. I had expected some sort of effort from either daughter, oh excuse me, “mistress” but there was nothing and with no sound coming after the woman who had been in Sian’s old room left and no one knocking on my door I finally did fall asleep from fatigue. In the morning I unbolted the door, went to the toilet then into the bathroom to wash my hands and on into the kitchen to get some breakfast. I ate it at the table, just cereal and a coffee, dropped my dishes on the bench- breaking the plate- then went into the lounge to put the TV on and watch whatever.

They both came out in their nighties and dressing gowns. I was curled up in the corner of the sofa my head on my palm with my other hand on my face.

I gave them a “fuck you” look and went back to staring at the TV. They were silent a they got a chair each from the dining table placed them in front of me and sat down.

“Happy?” Sian asked, the Queen of Fucking Irony I thought.

I turned to eyeball her and said as calmly as I could,”over the fucking moon darling.” Then I added ,”want to beat me up? Go ahead, I don’t give a shit.”

Allison went to the TV and turned it off. She was white so at least, maybe she cared a bit- possibly.

“We fucked up big time didn’t we?” Sian commented looking at the floor.I shrugged.

“Win some lose some, speaking of which I lost my job yesterday. No chance of another so I’m wondering, work the streets or do it by web cam?”

“Chrissy!” Allison exclaimed.

“Mother,” I corrected her as I studiously picked at a follicle which was now the most important thing in the world.

‘Oh fuck this!” it was bossy britches Sian ,of course.

‘Fuck you ,”I muttered under my breath, then I said loudly “my life’s fucking ruined now. Look you bitches can stay here I can’t stand the sight of you I’ll go and find a room somewhere- is any of the money in my savings account mine?”

“Sian!” Allison exclaimed,”do something. Mom! Mom what are you doing?”

“Don’t tell me you’re interested in me after all this time? I’m doing what I should have done before- taking charge of my own pathetic miserable life, dear.”

“Chrissy, Chrissy listen to me,” I had my head down but Sian paused until I finally looked up, she was looking me in the eye but it was a kind look, a caring look and I was suddenly embarrassed and blushed looking back down again ,unable to meet her look. She reached a hand out and took mine holding it in both of hers.

” Do you know what we did that first night- after Allison had put you to bed and you’d gone to sleep?”

I shook my head.

‘Laughed probably,” I thought but I looked away and shrugged with a sour look on my face.

“We took turns creeping down to the door to look at you sleeping, then we’d go back to the lounge and give the other one the thumbs up. We were so happy that you were happy- but we stuffed up, didn’t we? I thought we could run this business and see to your needs at the same time but the business has gone berserk. And you’re just miserable oh and we feel like complete and utter shit , don’t we Ally?”

I glanced up at Allison and saw the tears running down her face. She was staring at me wanting to say something but unable to find the words.Finally she spoke,

“Chrissy you can’t cope as Mom, you just can’t, we don’t have to overpower you or beat you up, we want you to go back to being Chrissy and being happy. No more strangers here, right Sian?”

Sian nodded looking me in the eye to show she was telling the truth as she did so.

‘If I sit next to you, will you cuddle into me?” Allison continued and the resentment in me faded.

I shrugged then nodded. She sat down and slipped an arm partway across my back. I leaned forward a bit so it could go all the way and she hugged me into her. I lowered my head on her shoulder and sobbed clinging to her with both arms.

Once I had cried myself out we had a little chat and Sian explained that things were no where near as bad as I had imagined.I felt such a weight lifted off my shoulders , the options I had mentioned? I was serious about those.Not keen but serious.

From now on, our place was our place and work just had to be somewhere else.

“Chrissy darling we want you to be happy, we love it when you’re happy, won’t you let yourself be Chrissy?”

I shrugged and looked up at Allison. She was smiling for me , not at me; for me and suddenly after all my defiance and plate breaking I wanted to. I wanted to more than anything and I nodded.

I stayed home with Allison that day.She put my collar and lead on me and I spent the day naked. Sian went to Jessie’s place and between them Samantha and Sian got a lease, in Samantha’s name, on a two story place with signage rights in a commercial area just near our target market. They hired staff and retreated to a management role to have more time at home- with their Chrissy.

I got back to wandering around with just my collar on and to being spanked for being naughty or just because I hadn’t had one for a while, to being put to bed and having the choice of milk or milk to drink and having to lie in humiliating poses for them while my pussy went wet and they could see my vagina contracting. My relationship with Marion was very strong although apart from our sessions together we only slept together when we had the group events and then it was all four of us naked together on the padded floor in Samantha’s basement and invariably that was after we’d been paddled so we all wanted to lie on our tummies.

We didn’t care though, we loved our Mistresses and we longed to be their Subs. Marion just lived for her bedtime ritual- same as mine-the saying goodnight, having to brush her teeth and do the show the teeth to the daughter putting her to bed thing , getting tucked in, kissed goodnight then watched till she was asleep.As I lay in bed with Sian sitting there stroking my shoulder I thought of what Marion had said and nodded , eyes closed; I loved it too.

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The orgy continues

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

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

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

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

I didn’t make a move to intervene.

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

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

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

Fuck yes it did.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Can I have a turn now?”

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

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

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

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

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

“Kiss him,” Rose murmured.

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

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

Jessica leaned in and sealed her mouth against mine.

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

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

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

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

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

Jessica was a pretty woman in my service.

That was it.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But Rose was wearing her down.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You heard her,” I growled.

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

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

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

Fuck.

I wasn’t going to last long like this.

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

“Fuck!” She bellowed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

That fucking pill…

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“If you’re lying to me—”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Kiss her,” I said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Which is exactly the kind of look she gave me.

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

And she would not stop eye-fucking me.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Despite everything, my cock was still hard.

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

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

Was it too much?

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

Could a harem be too big?

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

“Hey!”

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

Either way, a conversation was going to come soon.

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

“Don’t forget to drink some water.”

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

This was going to be a long, fun night.

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

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

“Good book?” she asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I was looking at her with my mouth open.

‘Um, well what do you do?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

She looked at me after she’d finished.

“So do you think I might be interested?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You tried it?”

My face glowed.

“Oh my yes, Oh it was fantastic.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“So you want to be my pony?”

“Yes Miss,” I replied quietly looking down.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You saw what the top ponies can do?”

“Yes Miss.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I nodded, still looking down.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Juliet heard too,

“I know,” I heard her say.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

No please or modifiers just a straight out heartfelt declaration.

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

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

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

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

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

“So?” she asked,”and how did it go?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

PART TWO

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

“Like a log hon, what are you doing?”

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

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

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

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

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

“Want to join me?”

“Sure. Where?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I walked in and slammed the door shut.

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

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

Presently there was gentle knock on the door.

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

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

“You told her?”

I nodded.

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

Again I nodded.

“Do you?”

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

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

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

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

My stirring woke her.

“Hi honey, want to go to bed?”

“Yours?”

“Wanna sleep with your mommy?”

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

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

I shrugged,”I guess.”

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

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

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

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

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

“Is Becky at?”

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

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

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

“I rang her,” she announced calmly.

“You what?”

“I rang her,” she repeated patiently.

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

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

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

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

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

“You’re what?” I managed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I nodded.

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

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

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

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

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

And I knew pony girls was over for her too.

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

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

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

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

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

I leaned over and kissed her.

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

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

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

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

“Hey?” she asked.

“Yes?”

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

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

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

Mom was busy hugging her back.

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

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

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

And so began the first of our threesomes.

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

“Can we?”

Well we both looked at her.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Were you always loved?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah, I guess?”

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

I could feel a grin breaking out on my face.

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

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

We sat on the couch.

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

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

She snuggled into me and kissed my ear.

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

“Me?”

“Yep”

“Oh God, why? I’m just me.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

They both simply leered at my pussy.

‘Something wrong?” I asked innocently.

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

“No babe, everything is perfect.”

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

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

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

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

“I’ve never…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Cause fuck that was amazing.”

“Really?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The End.

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

Incestuous Flesh Massage

(An Incestuous Harem Story)

Chapter Eight: Punishing the Naughty Mommy

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2019

Note: Thanks to wrc264 for beta reading this!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

As Clint used her mouth.

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

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

I rolled my eyes.

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

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

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

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

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

Control and pleasure.

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

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

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

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

“Dungeon?” squeaked Mrs. Armstrong.

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

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

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

The play house.

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

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

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

Pussy cream dripped down her thighs.

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

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

She was eager to join the fun.

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

At least, not until they were eighteen.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It felt wicked rolling across your flesh.

“This is… I mean…”

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

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

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

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

My pussy clenched as Melody pinched Pam’s nipples.

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

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

Stairs creaked behind me.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hot,” whimpered Pam.

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

“What?” asked Mr. Armstrong.

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

“Yes, she is,” I purred.

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

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

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

“Oh, yes, she did,” I purred.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Okay?” the weak man said.

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

“Well…” The man swallowed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Agony and rapture.

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

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

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

Mrs. Armstrong whimpered and nodded her head.

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

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

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

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

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

She clamped her mother’s cuntlip.

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

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

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

“Yeah,” groaned her dad.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She was a kinky whore.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“The thick one,” I purred.

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

I winked at her.

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

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

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

Stefani grinned. Her arm swung.

SWISH! CRACK!

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

She didn’t retreat.

I drew back my arm and swung the flail.

SWISH! THUD!

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

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

SWISH! CRACK!

More stripes blossomed.

SWISH! THUD!

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

SWISH! CRACK!

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

SWISH! THUD!

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

SWISH! CRACK!

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

SWISH! THUD!

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

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

SWISH! CRACK!

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

SWISH! THUD!

“I loved it! And then you showed up!”

SWISH! CRACK!

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

SWISH! THUD!

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

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

CRACK!

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

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

CRACK!

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

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

CRACK!

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

CRACK!

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

CRACK!

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

A clit vibrator.

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

SWISH! CRACK!

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

SWISH! CRACK!

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

SWISH! CRACK!

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

SWISH! CRACK!

Stefani winked at me.

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

SWISH! CRACK!

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

CRACK!

Her mother’s butt-cheeks rippled.

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

SWISH! CRACK!

She twisted my nub.

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

SWISH! CRACK!

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

SWISH! CRACK!

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

SWISH! CRACK!

My eyes fluttered. My cunt clenched.

SWISH! CRACK!

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

SWISH! CRACK!

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

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

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

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

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

“Uh-huh,” the MILF whimpered.

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

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

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

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

“Aren’t they beautiful?” Melody purred.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You know I love eating your pussy.”

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

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

“Yes, they are,” I said.

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

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

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

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

A drop of tangy passion landed on my lips.

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

It was incredible.

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

Tease her. Love her.

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

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

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

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

I loved the sight.

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

“Yunie!” gasped my lover.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Clint rammed his dick into her cunt.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I licked it up.

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

And would breed Stefani’s.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Just like me.

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

“Damn!” growled Clint.

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

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

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

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

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

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

I felt them tense and then twitch.

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

I joined them in rapture.

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

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

“Oh, Yunie, yes!”

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

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

“Me, too,” I moaned.

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

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

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

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

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

“I… I…” He swallowed.

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

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

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

“N-no,” he groaned.

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

Then she let out a long, slow groan.

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

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

“Damn,” Melody whispered in the background.

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

“Yes!” gasped Mr. Armstrong.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Drinking my piss like a good mommy-slut.

I loved my family.

To be continued…

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