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Broken Birds, Part 9, Secrets

Part 9
Secrets
Shoshana awoke to pain. It filled her belly, her pussy, her ass and her mouth. Dull pain that fought to be clear of the drugs and burst inside her.
Rachael held her left hand, Michael her right.
She felt unfocused, but murmured, “Mommy, I hurt.”
“I know Honey, The nurse will be here in a minute,” just as the nurse arrived.
Michael said, “She’s in pain.”
The nurse nodded and adjusted the intravenous drip that contained the pain med.
“Try not to talk, Shosh. They don’t want you to pull the stitches in your tongue.”
She nodded and then fell back asleep.
Michael slipped out of Shoshana’s room and back to the waiting room.
“God, Dad, it’s been almost an hour, we were getting really worried,” Beth admonished him.
Rachael and I talked with the other surgeons. Noosa will have to wait at least a month. So will the Road Trip. Rachael and I,” he stopped at the expression on Beth’s face.
“No. Don’t even try. We’re staying,” Beth said, a mulish expression on her face. Beside her, Lynne nodded, her eyes glaring at him.
Michael knew his daughter. She would not budge. They wouldn’t hide. They would stay with Shoshana.
“That’s what I thought. Anyway, Shosh woke up for a few minutes and then went back to sleep. The damage was a bit worse than the first doctor said. The OB/GYN surgeon isn’t sure what effect the abuse will have on her fertility. They want to run some tests after Shosh recovers and see if she is ovulating. The bastards had her on a med that causes infertility and eventually menopause.”
A haunted look washed over Lynne. “What about me? I’m on birth control meds.” Her hand flew to her mouth.
Before Michael could answer, a slender young woman in scrubs approached. “Which one of you is Lynne?” she asked gently.
“Go with her and find out.” Michael said gently.
Day turned to night. Tim’s men directed them to a waiting Escalade that whisked them to a luxury, 3-bedroom cottage, set off by itself on a hill overlooking Charlotte. It had been part of a luxury housing development that had gone bust during the recession.
New, sterile furniture, freshly stocked refrigerator and, thankfully, a fully stocked bar greeted them.
Take out from a nearby restaurant sat on the counter, still warm. Tim had done well. His men monitored the hastily erected security cameras and sensors from the garage.
Rachael, Beth and Lynne collapsed on the sofa. Michael inspected the rooms and found his luggage in the master bedroom. It was the only bedroom with a television. He frowned. Television had never been his favorite entertainment, except for football and he could watch that in the living room. Shoshana, though, would need both the escape and the attached bathroom.
He looked for Beth’s brightly colored bag and found it in the room with twin beds. Shosh’s bags were in a small bedroom with a full size bed.
He went to the living room.
“Girls, it’s going to be a bit cramped when Shosh…” Rachael held up her hand.
“Michael, I told them to put you in the Master. A new TV will arrive tomorrow for the room with the full size bed. That will be Shosh’s room. Whoever is not sharing your bed will sleep in the room with twin beds. We’ve all agreed.”
He shook his head, smiling, ”Ok, You win. I’ve read the manual. Women win most of the arguments.”
*****
Two thousand miles away, Rafaela sat before her laptop, composing a message to Michael. She wanted it to be perfect before she recorded it.
It had been easy to defuse the hit, but now she had to make sure he understood what loving her would really mean. Alice was right.
She must have written and reedited her speech a dozen times. Alice visited her several times, but would not read her words. Finally, Alice had enough.
“Honey, just speak from the heart. Let it out. Put some topics you want to talk about, but don’t rehearse your speech. He’ll know. Michael has “Broken Bird Syndrome”, so he may only be thinking of your pain. You have to give him a chance to consider the price.”
Rafaela nodded miserably.
Alice handed her the earpiece. Rafaela nodded and hit the record button.
Twenty minutes later, she strode out to the pool in a bright yellow bikini, her dark hair pulled back in a ponytail, her hips and hair swinging with her walk. She stopped in front of Alice, pulled her from the chair into a passionate embrace, placing her lips firmly on Alice’s.
“I need some loving,” Rafaela said softly, pulling Alice along to her room.
Inside Alice chuckled. Rafaela had ceded control to Michael and she had to reassert her dominance.
Rafaela pulled her into Rafaela’s large bedroom, pushing Alice down on her back. Rafaela, usually the passive partner, ripped Alice’s bottom off, throwing it to the side, exposing Alice’s little landing strip of hair pointing to a modest slit beginning to ooze lubricant. Alice’s unhooked her top and threw it to the side.
“Lay down, bitch,” Rafaela growled.
She pounced on Alice, grinding her smooth labia against Alice’s strip, her mouth locked in wanton need on Alice’s lips. Breasts rubbed against breast, hard nipples against hard nipples. The smell of raw sex filled the room as they interlocked legs, rubbing their pussies together. No words, just sounds, grunts, moans and whimpers.
Rafaela broke the embrace and lay on her back on the bed lewdly spreading her legs, “Eat my pussy, bitch. Make me cum!”
Alice moved to comply. Her lips encircled Rafaela’s clit, alternately sucking it hard and whipping it with her tongue bringing screams of pleasure. She jammed two fingers into Rafaela’s pussy, palm up so she could stroke the g spot. More screams. Alice lubed two fingers of her left hand with her own juice, rubbing it around Rafaela’s anus.
Rafaela wailed gibberish as she approached her climax.
Alice bit down a little harder than she intended while jamming two fingers into the younger woman’s ass and felt Rafaela release a shattering orgasm, pulling her head hard against her labia.
Alice was stunned, not by the ferocity of her climax. As Rafaela came, she was screaming, “Michael.”
They lay beside each other as Rafaela’s breathing slowly returned to normal, each lost in their own thoughts.
Finally Alice levered onto her side to face Rafaela.
“How are you doing?” Alice asked kindly.
Rafaela glanced at the laptop, then back at Alice.
“You didn’t get to cum,” Rafaela replied.
“I will later, “ She said chuckling, “I know you, remember?”
Rafaela blushed, remembering how Alice helped her to put the pieces together after her second rape. Alice realized that it Rafaela would probably never fully trust any man again, so she had glued her together with her female love.
As Alice tried to get her mind off the laptop, she realized it was no use. Rafaela’s mind continued to be filled with just one thing.
“Okay, I give up,” Alice said, “What did you say?”
Rafaela began to sob, “I told him what life would be like with me, the dangers and the isolation. I told him Beth was safe,” she began to wail, “I told him to take a couple of days to think about it! I told him it would take many months before we could be together. I can’t stand it!”
Alice soothed her friend, gently stroking her shoulder.
After eating, Michael grabbed his briefcase. The red light hidden in the base of the vibrator / transmitter flashed weakly. He quickly set it to charge and plugged in his headset. He pressed, “Receive”.
My darling. Do not worry. The men have agreed to remove the contract and the contractor has refunded ½ of their money. The families of the Beth’s other attackers also understand that to threaten you or the girls is not wise.
Thank you for sending Alice to me. She is working with Maria and Juanita and, of course, me.
We speak of you and my new sisters often and I am learning to love them as I hope they will one-day love me. She will tell me only about things outside her cabin, so you can reassure them that their secrets are safe.
When I was in prison, I had a lot of time to think and plan. Like you, I have enough money. Now I need love. I was so frightened when you took me to bed. I need a man who wants me, scars and all. And I found him.
Love, think hard. Even if I leave my business to be with you, I have enemies. Miguel will try to protect me, but we would never be completely free to live as we choose. We will always need guards.
Talk with Beth, Rachael and the girls. Explain this to them. We would have to live in a small world.
I know my voice is trembling. I do not want to lose my one chance at happiness, but I cannot let love blind you to reality.
Please take a few days to consider. I will love you always whatever your choice.
Goodnight my love
He listened to it several times, thinking ‘no more secrets.’ When he returned to the living room, the TV was on. Rachael’s head was in Beth’s lap. Both slept peacefully.
Michael went to the bar. He needed a drink.
Lynne’s head popped out from the room with twin beds and waved. Michael opened the bar fridge and found a chilled bottle of champagne and two flutes, holding them up silently in invitation. Lynne eagerly nodded yes.
He moved silently to his room, followed by Lynne in her robe, trying desperately to suppress a giggle. She felt delightfully naughty, about to play while her mother and Beth slept on the couch.
Michael popped the cork silently, slowly releasing the pressure of the contents. He handed one flute to Lynne, searching her eyes. She smelled of soap and freshness.
“To a new beginning, Princess,” Michael said softly as he raised his glass.
Her eyes were a curious mixture of fear, relief and lust.
Michael realized he hadn’t showered for many hours and put his glass on the dresser.
Time for a quick shower.
“Honey, I’m just going to take a quick shower,” he said as he rushed to the bathroom. Fifteen minutes later, he returned, the taste of toothpaste in his mouth.
Lynn was sitting on the bed with the earpiece in her ear and the transmitter in her lap. She was confused and a little angry.
“What’s going on Michael? All of it.”
“OK. I was going to tell all three of you earlier, but I didn’t want to wake Rachael or Beth,” he paused, “Tim found out that the fathers of two of Beth’s attackers had taken out a hit on her.”
“We couldn’t hide again. We had to stay here to take care of Shoshana. Tim couldn’t guarantee he could protect Beth here. I asked Rafaela to get a message to the fathers. As you heard, she did.”
She shook her head, ”I didn’t listen. I just figured out it’s a radio. At first, I thought it was a vibrator we could use tonight,” she giggled, “I mean why does it look like a vibrator?”
He hesitated, and then told the truth, “Because it was designed for a woman to hide and use. I took it from her.”
He watched her mind work. Finally, “Alice?”
He nodded sadly. “Alice was working for Rafaela?”
“In a way. She actually was working to get Rafaela out of prison.”
“She’s the one who told them where we were?”
“I’m not sure. There was another leak, but Alice never intended to let anyone hurt you.”
Little pieces continued to fall in place for her. He watched as she fit the pieces together into a complete picture.
“That’s why you never said goodbye! That’s why you have her laptop! Her hand flew to her face, as she turned crimson. “She taped our sessions. I told her EVERYTHING! My God, and now she has all that stuff, “ she said almost screaming.
He smiled, totally confusing her.
“Tell me!” she demanded just as the door opened. Beth and Rachael stood in the doorway.
Michael waved them in.
“Alice gave me all her notes and tapes and to prove it, she also gave me her laptop. They’re in my briefcase.” He pointed to it.
“Since everyone’s up, I better explain,“ a pause as he gathered his thoughts, “Rafaela was one of Alice’s first patients and is now her good friend. I found out when I went to Mexico. Rafaela was dragged over the border into the US, arrested and imprisoned under the Patriot Act.”
Beth knew how he felt about that law!
“Now some of this is a little guesswork. Miguel Zapata contacted someone who knew our plans and who suggested to Tim that Alice come along to help all of you. Tim vetted her and found no connection with David or his cronies. At that time, we didn’t know about David’s connection to the Zapatas. Alice kept them informed using that vibrator looking radio. Tim’s men missed that. The rest you already know”
“Dad, who sent Tim to Alice?” Beth looked confused. The plan had been so secret, even she didn’t know until almost the day they ran.
Beth saw the pain in his father’s eyes. “I think it was Peter.”
“Why didn’t you tell us about Alice?” Rachael asked softly.
“Because of just what happened with Lynne. I didn’t want it to destroy all the good she did. She was a spy. Yes. She was also your friend. She knew that if you found out, it would break your trust in her and might do even more damage. That’s why I have all her tapes and notes,” he said, fudging the truth a bit, “every secret you told her is safe.”
He looked at the dubious women.
“Michael, can we listen to the message Rafaela sent you?” Lynne asked softly.
He removed the memory card from the vibrator device and took it over to his laptop that was in “sleep” mode. He inserted the card and clicked on play.
They listened to Rafaela’s voice in silence.
“Dad, please replay it.” Beth took the lead.
After listening a second time, “What did she mean by scars?”
“Rafaela was gang raped twice. The second time, they tried to cut off her right nipple and sliced up her breast pretty bad, they cut off parts of her vaginal lips and branded her back. They beat her about as bad as those animals beat you, but she’s had her face fixed. They also took away her ability to have children. Her two nieces are more like her children. They were also pretty badly abused by their real father.”
Now Beth understood. Rafaela’s voice seemed exotic and enchanting, her trembling tones real and frightened. Her love of Michael obvious. Another broken bird.
“Michael, we’ve pissed off some pretty dangerous people. If Homeland uses David’s information, they’ll be more people that will want us dead,” Rachael said firmly, “We’re going to have to live a closed life anyway, so from where I’m standing, if you want to offer to have her join us to see if we get along, I am OK with it. She did, after all, get the contract on Beth cancelled. I’m sure Shoshana would agree.”
Beth just nodded. Lynne did as well.
“Dad, don’t make her wait. She sounded really scared,” Beth said firmly.
He reinserted the memory card into the transmitter. First he handed it to Beth and showed her how it worked.
“Rafaela, this is Beth. Thank you so much for your gift and for protecting me. My Dad played your message for us. I am really excited about meeting you and getting to know you, Sister.”
“Rafaela, this is Lynne. I’m the runt of the harem,” she giggled, “I’ve never made love with Michael or any other man. That was about to end tonight when I found what I thought was a vibrator,” another giggle, “couldn’t you have made it look like something else?’ a third giggle, “seriously, you are soooooooo welcome to be with us. I want so much to meet you and to laugh with you. Thank you so much for the pendant. I am wearing it now. What is your birthstone? Come soon.”
“Rafaela, this is Rachael. From what Michael has told us, you probably know a lot more about us than we do about you, but I will tell you what is in my heart. Come to us. The life you described is the life we live already. You have suffered as we have. Please tell Alice that she can share with you anything Shoshana or I talked about in “group”. Shoshana cannot be part of this recording because she is in the hospital and cannot speak well yet because of repairs to her tongue. The unspeakable things done to her body by her father and brother are slowly healing, but she needs the strength of an older sister. Thank you for the pendant. Like Lynne and Beth, it is close to my heart right now. Shoshana asked me to bring hers tomorrow. Come soon. Please come soon,” Rachael was pleading.
Beth grabbed the microphone, “And tell Alice she can share anything I said in “group” too.”
Lynne grabbed the microphone, “Me too,” and handed the ear mike to Michael.
Michael inserted the earpiece, “Love, I think you have your answer. Sleep well and come soon. Goodnight.”
He looked around and all three women nodded. He clicked the send button.
Rafaela was showering. Their second lovemaking session with Alice had been a disaster. Rafaela’s preoccupation for a message that wouldn’t come for days kept her distracted and distant. The next few days would be difficult.
Seconds later, Alice noticed the red light flashing on the laptop screen and smiled.
Rafaela came back into the room, her wet hair wrapped in a towel. Another towel wrapped around her body.
She saw the warm smile on Alice’s face. Her hands flew to her mouth as she hurried to the magic box that held her answer.
She was so nervous that she mistyped her password the first two times. She forced herself to calm down and finally got access to the program. She put her earpiece in. She looked over her shoulder at Alice. Alice nodded faintly and Rafaela hit “receive”. It took her a few seconds to understand, since she had been expecting Michael’s masculine tone.
She leapt from the chair. Fortunately the earpiece was a wireless device. She put her hand to cover the earpiece so she could listen better. Alice walked over and pulled the wireless connection from the USB port in the computer.
Instantly she heard Lynne’s familiar voice on the laptop speaker.
She turned and pulled Rafaela into a hug filled with years of caring and love. Together they listened to the message many times, sometimes crying, sometimes pausing it when Rafaela had a question about the person speaking.
Finally, Rafaela asked about Shoshana.
Alice paused trying to separate what had been private and what had been said in “group.” Fuck it. She stared into space as she started to speak.
“Some of the most important parts I cannot tell you. It’s pretty sick shit. Much worse than what happened to Maria and Juanita. Shoshana caught the brunt of the abuse the last couple of years. Her brother and father raped, tortured and mutilated her. Rachael was away on a business trip, so they had time to break her sexual identity and implant one that is self destructive, all for their pleasure. Over time, a doctor got involved. He “modified” her body to give them more pleasure. By the time I met her, she was completely submissive, thinking she had no value other than a fuck toy. Yet she is the kindest, sweetest girl.”
“She always puts herself second or last. Everyone agreed she would be with Michael the night before I left, but she gave her night to Rachael.”
“We had no idea she had so many health issues. They must have done things inside her.”
“She will certainly accept you. She really does need a big sister,” Alice hesitated, as she didn’t want to mislead Rafaela since Shoshana already had a big sister, but Alice kept her ethics, “She has a hero complex for Michael and does not feel she is worthy of him. If he is as good as you say, she will be totally devoted to him for the rest of her life.”
Alice turned to face Rafaela.
“As for you, you’ll have to share and not compete. It’s the only way. Those women have bonded into a family with Michael belonging to all of them. If you go to them, you will not be first. As much as Michael loves you, he loves Beth just as much if not more. Remember who invited you first. That was not an accident. Can you accept that?” Alice searched Rafaela’s translucent eyes.
Rafaela smiled, “I already have.”
“Then what’s this BS about it taking you months to get out of the business? They need you and you need them.”
Rafaela looked down and confessed, “I wanted to have my scars removed. I found a man who loved me with my scars. I don’t want them anymore. I want to start fresh.”
After transmitting the message, Beth ducked out of the room, returning with two more flutes.
“Guess I’ll wait until tomorrow night,” Lynne said with a hint of sadness.
Putting her arm around her shoulder, Rachael said, “Beth and I will go see Shoshana tomorrow. You and Michael stay here.”
Lynne’s sad eyes instantly exploded into excitement, a broad smile on her face.
As they toasted their new harem mate, Michael knew he had missed something. He put it aside and joined in the hugging.
That night all four slept in Michael’s king bed, intertwined.
Just after four in the morning, Michael awoke. His subconscious had been processing information as he slept, a not unusual thing for him. He knew what he had missed.

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Fantasy

MY MOM IS A CLOSET SLUT

I’m thrilled that I have had positive feedback on my first two stories. Although I will add additional parts to that story, I’m also going to take a moment and start a
New story today. I hope you enjoy it.
My name is Jason and I’m not your average “loser” at my school. I’m an average height chubby boy that hasn’t had much luck with girlfriends and I cant wait for the last
three years of school to come and go. This particular summer has been mild and I think i’m the only kid in school that has spent more time in his room than outdoors. I
live at home with my mom Debbie in a singlewide trailer just outside of our smallish town. We have a couple neighbors on our road that live in really nice new houses.
My mom inherited this six acres of land when grandpa died and putting this shitty trailer on it is all she could afford. Last I heard my dad lived in a couple states
over and mom said that he only does odd cash jobs to survive. She says it’s so he does not have to pay taxes or child support like a dead beat. I believed her too
because I haven’t seen him in almost 4 years. To be honest, I barely remember what he looks like other than tall and chubby like me.
I want to tell you that I have a model figured mother and I’m glad I have that one little nitch on my side. Truth be told, My mom is what I would call a granny and she
is barely in her forties. She has an average figure I guess, but she dresses in extremely conservative clothes that really aren’t that flattering. Mom has also
developed into a shut in over the past couple of years. When we get home in the afternoons, it’s not uncommon for us to retire to our rooms for the remainder of the
evening playing on our computers. I’m an avid WOW player and I think she spends most of her time playing childish games like Farmville. Either way, this was my life and
I dealt with it.
About three weeks ago I noticed a gradual change in my mother. For my whole life she was a very conservative dresser, and since my dad left us, she has not given any
real attention to her looks. I mean, she would rarely wear makeup, and it was even less often she stepped out of her room without a hoodie and sweat pants on.
Recently mom has been wearing makeup almost every day and she has gotten her hair highlighted recently. I’m pretty sure she has gone tanning at the salon too because
her skin is a shade darker and glowing. Also recently she bought a new pair of glasses. The square kind that have thick black “librarian” frames. I know all that stuff
costs money and with mom’s hours at the hotel being cut, I didn’t know how she could have afforded it.
Her clothing has also changed. Mom had no doubt been shopping recently and bought herself a new series of clothing. This included low rise jeans, blouses, and I have
even seen a couple skirts that were way shorter than anything she has ever worn before.
Her attitude also has changed dramatically. My mother is not the educated type, nor is she a ditsy girl, but she does have her shortcomings when it comes to brains.
She dropped out of high school when she met my father (who was 7 years her elder) and they had traveled around the south like gypsies while my father chased after work.
Mom never got a proper education and when she got pregnant with me, they came back to our hometown to settle down. My father did not take to the idea and left her only
a couple years into their established or “home based” lifestyle. Mom has been kind of depressed and a shut in ever since. She always busted her ass to make sure I had
everything I needed and wanted growing up. She really has always spoiled me and I have never seen her do a lot of things to promote herself. Recently she has been super
cheery and upbeat. She welcomes me home everyday with a stronger hug and she has even started kissing me. Not romantically, but just a peck on the mouth. It’s only odd
because she has never shown this type of efection or pure happiness since I can remember. I knew their was no guy she was seeing because she was almost always at home
when she was not working, and I knew she would have told me about a guy.
I decided to have a sit down talk with her and probe a few questions to her. I was curious about her new attitude and apparent increase in funds. So I decided to bring
up these issues at dinner tonight. Of all things mom wasn’t… She was an EXCELLENT cook. I walked to town this afternoon because I wanted to go to the library and get
a few new sci fi books. I knew I would be gone for awhile so I sent my mom a text message letting her know I would be home around 5. She responded with “okay hunny…
btw I am making your favorite tonight… I hope your hungry.” I instantly smiled and knew I would be having corned beef and cabbage for dinner.
When I got home, mom met me with a hug and a kiss like she has everyday the past few weeks. She was smiling and holding a glass of red wine as she greeted me. We sat
at the table and mom told me that dinner would be a few more minutes before it was ready, so i decided to take this opportunity and bring up my recent observations to
my mom.
“mom… is everything okay with you?” I asked cautiously.
“of course hunny… why do you ask?” she replied
“well… you have been really nice the past few weeks… not that weren’t nice before… but you know what I mean.” I stumbled over my words.
“oh dear…” she said with a happy grin. “i’m just happy to be blessed with a handsome boy.” she said as she leaned over and kissed my head as she stood up and walked
towards the stove to check on dinner.
“Thanks mom” I said slightly blushing…” but how did you afford all your new stuff?”
Mom stopped dead in her tracks and without turning around said “what are you talking about?” in a flat cautious tone.
“it’s just that you have been working less, and you got glasses, and clothes, and your hair…” I trailed off. “It’s not like it’s my business but I was just
wondering.”
As I mentioned her new clothing, I couldn’t help but inspect what she was wearing. It was a tight fitting t-shirt and snug low rise jeans. To be honest, the tight
fitting clothes made my moms boobs look really really big. For the first time I looked at my mother as a woman and I wasn’t disappointed in my observations.
Mom stood up straight and slowly turned around to face me. Her face looked scared and she hesitated before she spoke. “I got a second job working at home that has
given me some extra income.” after a longer pause she continued “is their anything you would like me to buy you?” she said while forcing a smile.
“no I’m fine mom but thanks… What is it that you are doing online?” I asked with genuine curiosity.
“I…uh…I…uh… I take surveys” she stammered and a face of pure fear crossed her face. I knew she was lying, but the terror on her face made me realize I was
asking about something she didn’t want to discuss. So I decided to end this conversation now and bring it up at a later time.
“That’s cool mom… I’m proud of you.” I said as enthusiastic as I could. Mom smiled and proceeded to work on dinner.
We ate the fabulous meal and I helped her clean up like I always do. Mom told me that she had to work the late shift tonight at the Hotel so I was stuck here alone
until at least 6am. I told mom I would do some cleaning to help take the workload off her. Mom sighed and gave me a firm embrace and kissed the top of my head. She
said “awwww… my big boy is so sweet.”
when mom got ready to go she came to my room to say goodbye, as she stepped in (wearing her plain housekeeping outfit that resembles NOTHING like a French maid
uniform) she asked me to do some of my laundry tonight. When mom’s face looked at my pile of clothes on the floor she suggested that I do all my underwear and socks in
the first load by themselves with a certain detergent she started using a year or so ago or leave them for her to do. I looked at her puzzling and asked her why. I
should have known I was setting myself up… I knew why.
“well honey, I have noticed recently your underwear and your socks have been more…. (a huge smile came across moms face)… CRUNCKY.”
“MOOOOOOM” I half hearted shouted. I was so embarrassed and I turned my chair so she could not see me. Mom walked up behind my chair and gave me a sympathetic hug
around the chair.
“it’s okay baby it’s completely normal for a boy your age… besides, you know you cant hide anything from me… I’m a MOM!” she said proudly with a joking smirk. She
kissed the top of my head then left for work.
After about 20 minutes I felt the urge to jerk off so I opened my internet browser and went to my favorite porn site. I could smell my mom’s perfume in the room still
and I was oddly and unexpectedly aroused. The first video on my site was of a “Mature blonde anal”… the woman on the icon was hot so I clicked on it. I watched as
some older woman got impaled by a huge porn star dick. I couldn’t help but compare the woman in the video to my own mother. The porn star may have been a bit thinner,
but mom definitely had bigger boobs and a wider ass.
As I stroked myself to my observations, I caught myself wondering if mom likes anal. I wondered if she has ever taken it in the ass before. I watched as the blonde
pulled herself off the giant member and got on her knees waiting for the money shot. This also made me wonder about mom. Has mom ever sucked a dick… Has mom ever
gotten a money shot or swallowed….OOOOH SHIIIIT!!!! I was then cumming uncontrollably up my chest and back onto my dick in a seated position. I gasped and started to
settle down and breathe again.
I just jerked off at the thought of my own mother. The fact made me want to cry, and commit myself into a mental hospital, and just kick my own ass. I was disgusted
with myself as I cleaned my lap and took my stained clothes off. I put on some mesh shorts and a t-shirt and decided it was time to start some laundry. I gathered all
my dirty clothes into a basket and took them to the hallway where the washer and dryer was. As I was told, I started the first load with my underwear, socks, and my
recently worm clothing. Everything was crusty like mom suggested and before I knew it, I had an entire load full of semen stained clothes. I couldn’t believe I thought
mom never noticed my cum stained laundry.
Proud of myself for doing what I was told, I felt the urge to tell mom about it. I sent her a text that said “Laundry is started…the crusty ones are in first like
you said.” To be honest, since it had been brought up already by mom i felt no shame saying that to her.
It only took a minute to get a reply from her. It read “good boy… I’m glad you are a big help. I love you so much”
I smiled and I was motivated by what mom said. I wanted to make her happy and her new outlook on life was clearly boosting her happiness. So I decided I would do all
the chores in the house before mom got home. I started in the kitchen and although it was cleanish already, I added the finishing touches so to speak.
As I cleaned the trailer room by room I made my way to moms room. Typically I don’t ever go in there unless mom calls me back there to ask me a question. I hadn’t ever
really looked around it before. As far as I knew, I wasn’t NOT supposed to be in there so I walked in. I first noticed the cleanliness of mom’s room. Her bed was made,
her computer desk was clean and tidy. I noticed her clothes hamper was lumpy and had dirty clothes in it. Although the rest of her room was clean, I decided I could
help by washing mom’s laundry for her since all my clothes were now washed and almost dry. I pulled the hamper to the hallway and started running water and added
detergent. I opened the lid to the hamper and reached in for the clothes.
My first handful of clothing was a pair of mom’s low cut jeans and a couple t-shirts. The second handful stopped me in my tracks and caused me to freeze right then and
there. It was a handful of underwear. That by itself would typically not bother me… but these were not your average 40= year old woman underwear. the three pairs of
cloth in my hand consisted of two thongs (one thick, one thin as string) and the other was a pair of what I call boy shorts. I’m not sure what their technical term
was, but I know the upper class girls in my school wear them to make their asses look more lifted. I was stunned that my mother had panties like this and I knew she
would die if she knew I found them. I decided I would put all her clothes back into the hamper and return it to where I found it so she would never know… At least I
would in a minute.
Without rationalizing anything, I brought the bunch of panties to my mouth and sniffed hard. Insane arousal engulfed me and my dick was hard as a rock. The distinct
aroma of my mother’s worn panties filled my head… well, my “heads.”
Without any other rational thoughts I pulled my dick from my shorts and started jerking vigorously and the panties were pressed to my face with my other hand. I bet no
more than 20 strokes is all it took and i knew I was one second from cumming as I stood in front of the filling washing machine. Instinctively I pulled the wad of
panties to my groin and unleashed a powerful load from my throbbing balls. The spurts continued for what felt like forever as I soaked the three items with a fresh
load of spunk.
My legs were trembling and I panicked at the realization of my actions. I threw the soiled panties back into the hamper followed by the clothes I had already removed.
I rushed the hamper back to it’s original location and stopped for a moment of rational thought. I pulled out the chair at moms desk to sit down and think. After a few
minutes of trying to rationalize why mom had sexy underwear, or why I had to sniff then, or why it turned me on so much, or what she looked like wearing them…
WHAT!!!…. I couldn’t believe I was fantasizing about my mom again. I have never been so emotionally aroused in my life and it was because of my mother.
I’m a stranger to sex but I am an expert on the subject. Although I have never been beyond first base, I feel I have watched a lifetime of porn and I knew exactly what
to do… Like a porn star does it at least.
I swiveled the chair around looked at the blank monitor. Out of pure curiosity moved the mouse and engaged the computer. As I did so, I noticed a large and very
expensive high definition webcam mounted to the top of the desk. The webcam was directed over my shoulder towards the bed. I hadn’t known mom got a new webcam. I mean,
she was rather computer savvy for her age but I didn’t know she was into video chatting. I wondered who she was chatting with. Maybe it was my dad who I haven’t seen in
forever.
I opened her browser and pulled up the history and recently visited sites. I stared in disbelief as the only site mom had been on for the past few weeks was a webcam
porn site. I couldn’t believe mom watched that crap. I have been to those sites before and it costs money to get the girls to do anything cool. Was my mom into watching
guys jerk off on cam? Is that what she was into?… If only she knew that roulette site could provide her that for every other guy you meet.
Again, on sheer curiosity (or at least I used that as an excuse) i opened the site. I stared at the page and realized it was not the same homepage as I remembered. It
was the member’s page and I saw written at the top “WELCOME DEEPTHROATDEBBIE”… What the fuck was this? I scanned the page and realized my mom’s name is Debbie and
this was her member’s page… She wasn’t a viewer… she was a model.
I closed my eyes and looked down trying not to believe what I just saw. Of course this explains the new financial income. At first I was angry that my mom whored
herself on cam for money to all those fucking douche bags… Then I remembered how happy she has been the past few weeks. I then wondered if deepthroat was something
she actually did or was known for… As I looked down I saw my dick was at full attention. For the third time in about two hours I was going to have to jack off again.
And I’m certain thoughts about my mother prompted all three.
I looked back up at the screen and clicked on the icon “my profile”… Instantly the icon for her profile appeared, and had I been jerking off, I would have blown my
load at that very moment. It was a pic of mom’s face with a tan rubber dildo in her mouth. Her face was so beautiful in her glasses and make up on. The rubber cock was
long as the rest of it hung from her mouth. It was a double headed dildo and it was long with heads on both sides.
I located a section on the profile that said “user gallery” and clicked it… Before I let the photos load, I had my dick in hand again. When the photos loaded it was
like a slow motion picture. The first was much like the icon with the tip of the dildo in my mothers mouth. As I scrolled down, each photo showed the fake penis
further and further in her mouth. Soon the dildo was down her throat and only about 3 inches of the long slender dick was in her throat. I was so close to cumming that
I stopped stroking, I feared that I would make a mess along the keyboard and that would be hard to explain to mom. I decided I needed a cum catcher so I stood up and
took a step towards the door. I stopped and with a slow turn i looked at mom’s dresser. At this point I couldn’t care less that I was a pervert and I darted to the
dresser and opened the top drawer. As I was hoping, it was full of bra’s and panties. I located in the back another pair of sexy panties. Unfortunately it was just a
skimpy g-string that wouldn’t collect much of my burning load so I kept digging. I then found something of proportionate size to handle a leaky glob of spunk. It was a
pair of silk bikini style panties that had a full cover for the as so i knew it would hold my load. I returned to the computer chair and scrolled down further beyond
the photos to the user’s profile information.
I was vigorously stroking as I read the paragraph why mom wrote in the “about me” section. It read:
ABOUT ME
I’m a single mom who has a very talented mouth 🙂 … I love sucking my toys and using them on myself. For the right price I will do anything you want on cam. Every
Sunday I do a free morning show where you can sample my skills. Tips are always appreciated. Keep your hands and your wallet’s busy boys!!! 🙂
I started gushing again directly into the panties. As disgusting as I knew this action was… I didn’t care one bit. I proudly filled the panties and smiled at my
third large load of spunk that I expelled. I sat in bliss for a moment and actually felt thankful that my mother was a sexual creature. I don’t know how or why she
never turned me on in the past, but as of now, I am totally consumed by the thought of her. I closed the browser and realized I had to do something with the soiled
panties. If I put them in the laundry would she ever even know? I decided the risk was worth it so I opened the hamper and stuffed them deep into the other clothing.
With a smile on my face, I returned to my room and prepared for bed.
I picked up my phone and sent a text to my mom that said “I love you mom. Thank you for being so perfect.” I then drifted off to sleep knowing Sunday was only two days
away.
I awakened around 10ish and mom was obviously still sleeping. I walked to her room and cracked the door to her room to see her in her bed snoozing in bliss. I decided
I would wake her in the early afternoon with a meal I prepared myself.
As 2pm neared I had a pile of sandwiches and macaroni and cheese with cut up hot dogs ready to go. I knocked on moms door and told her it was time to wake up and that I
had food ready. She said groggily that she would be out in a minute. About 10 minutes later, mom walked into the kitchen and hugged and kissed me as I sat in my dinner
chair. She was wearing a pair of low cut jeans and a tight fitting tank top. I could see the bra was not padded and her nipples ever so slightly were visible bumps on
her shirt. Her tits were absolutely enormous and I cannot believe I hadn’t noticed until now.
We engaged in general discussion and she thanked me for cleaning up the house. We spoke about her work and about the upcoming school year. I broke the casual
conversation and told my mother that I thought she looked really pretty today. She almost choked on her sandwich and started at me funny. She looked down at herself
and said “yeah right… but thanks for the compliment sweetie.” before she started a muffled laugh.
But I wasn’t joking. Her hair was still a little messy, her makeup was a little smeared from sleep, and her enormous boobs were staring at me like a deer and headlight
reversed. My mother saw the seriousness in my face and froze for a moment. I think she knew I was staring at her tits as I slowly ate my sandwich. Only a half second
later she broke unexpectedly asked “do you like my new clothes hunny?”
I finally broke my stare and looked up at her evilish grin and without saying a I nodded my head in approval. Mom smiled big and continued to eat. After lunch, we
retired to our rooms for a couple of hours. I set up my own guest profile on that webcam site and couldn’t wait till tomorrow morning to watch my mom do whatever it is
she does to make the money she is making.
Mom called my name and I went to the living room to see what she wanted. I stopped and started with my jaw open as mom was standing at the washing machine and her
hamper at her side. She had a black piece of cloth in her hand and I was certain I was busted for what I did to them last night. She looked at me with wide eyes and
their was a long awkward silence with the look of pure horror on my face. She looked confused as she looked at me then back to her left hand.
Without a word she smiled really big and started to giggle. She looked around the machines and barely able to say the words without laughing she stammered out “did you
use the correct detergent last night?” with her laughter becoming increasingly more evident. “Uh-huh” with a nod is all I could do. I knew I was caught. I was not any
good at lying or looking unsuspicious if that is a thing. She finally came to my rescue and said “okay hunny, you can go back to your room now, I was just checking.”
I slowly turned and walked sheepishly back to my room like a whipped dog. Part of me wondered if she DID in fact know what I had done, the other part of me wondered
why she wasn’t mad. I sat there on my bed staring at the wall forever wondering what the fuck I was going to do.
Then I got a text message from mom. It read “can I come in and get some of your clothes ready for wash”
I looked around and noted that I only had a couple items in my basket that consisted of pajamas and my mesh shorts and shirt from yesterday. I was curious why she
wanted to get them so soon but replied “sure.”
About 30 seconds later mom opened my door with a smile on her face. She said she wanted to get a few more clothes to complete a full load. She had a few clothes in her
hand that she gestured she was going to add mine to. I nodded in silence and my mother turned her back towards me and slowly bent down to pick up the clothes from my
basket. As she did this, her shirt tail rose and exposed a pink thong riding it’s way up the middle of her back. It was so hot and my cocked jumped at the sight. My
mother looked over her shoulder while she was in this squatted position and said “thanks baby” and started to stand. She arched her back and slowly stood up
provocatively. She stood over my basket then I saw something fall into it. She looked over her shoulder one last time at me with a smile then walked out the door.
With my raging boner about to burst I ran to the door and locked the door behind her. I whipped my jean shorts down and prepared to beat my meat like I was mad at it.
As I walked to my computer, my clothes basket caught my eye, Their was something in it. I reached in and pulled out a pair of my mothers panties. They were a purple
thong with the word “princess” written across the front in white lettering. I looked close and knew that had been worn recently. I pulled them to my face and inhaled
my mother’s aroma. They were still just a tiny bit moist from recent use and I began licking up the minute amount of goodness. I was already cumming again right where
I stood. Some of my cum made it in my basket before I caught the rest with the panties. when I was finished I dropped them into the basket and plopped on my bed.
Did my mother intentionally drop those in my basket after she learned I jerked off on her other ones. Did she intentionally bend down to show me her other panties when
she grabbed my other clothes. Either way my mind was running wild and I couldn’t wait until tomorrow morning.
When dinner was ready, mom sent me a text letting me know. I walked into the kitchen where dinner was already laid out and knew for sure she was fucking with me. Mom
was wearing the same clothes as earlier, but her hair was in pig tails and she was no longer wearing a bra. Her mammoth tits were swaying from side to side as she
started portioning out the mashed potatoes. She had a huge smile on her face and looked at me lovingly. She told me to sit down and eat… so i did.
We started eating in silence. I wasn’t able to speak as my attention was at moms erect nipples that I could clearly see through her tight tank top. My dick was
extremely hard but thankfully hidden under the table.
Mom broke the silence first by asking about my plans for tomorrow. I told her I didn’t have any. Mom suggested that I go sleep over with a friend and I told her I
would make some calls after dinner. She was no doubt trying to get me out of the house for her performance tomorrow. Come to think of it, she has done this the last
few Saturday nights. I knew for sure I wasn’t going to miss this show tomorrow no matter what I have to do. I came up with a plan and was rather impressed with the
detail of my lie.
“I wanted to get up early tomorrow and run to the library. Tomorrow is the release of a book I want and if I don’t get there early I will miss out. I’ll probably have
to wait in line for a couple of hours to be sure I get it.” I said
“oh that’s great hunny… I’m glad you are so smart.” She gave me a wincing smile and continued with the meal.
Mom said she had to go to the Salon tonight and would be back in an hour or so. She asked if I needed anything and I said no. After she left I felt the impulse to go
to her room and get into more mischief. Instead I decided to be a good boy and play some games in peace. Gearing myself for tomorrow’s show. When I heard mom get home,
she did not announce it and I heard her door shut.
Because this was not typical, I texted her and asked if she was okay. “i’m fine hunny, I just needed to pee and take a shower. I love you”
I was aroused again at the thought of my mom getting naked and washing her huge tits and preparing for her camera time. I wanted to see this so I daringly and quietly
mad my way to the other end of the trailer and opened her bedroom door. Her bathroom was on the far end of the trailer through her room. Unfortunately the door was
completely shut so i couldn’t get a peek at her if I wanted to. I did however see clothes laid out on the bed. Not clothes that she would normally wear, but something
a downtown hooker might wear. It was a small pink strapless shirt and a white skirt that was at most 8 inches in length. Their is no way mom would wear that in public
so I now knew what to expect in the morning. Although I was disappointed that I didn’t see her naked, I was thrilled to see her slutty clothes.
I went back to my room and started dozing off before I heard a knock on my door. Mom asked if she could come in for a minute and I said she could. Mom opened the door
and my jaw dropped. My was wearing super tight leggings that hugged every crevice of her lower half and a spaghetti strap shirt again with no bra. I know mom said
something to me, but I was too mesmerized.
“hello” she said louder with a huge grin on her face. I broke my stare at her visible nipple bumps and met here eye contact. “we have a problem” she said with a smile.
“what happened?” I asked frantically
“you cant drive to school this year if you don’t learn how to drive.” she said with a smile as she tossed me her keys.
“really” I said with huge excitement.
“yes I am… Get some shorts on and take me up the block and back.” she said
Without hesitation I threw on some white mesh shorts along with a black t-shirt from the college I want to attend. I followed mom through the house out to the car.
Her ass looked so good in this outfit. The clothing clung to her so much that It was obvious the was not wearing underwear. When she turned around I could see her
perfect camel toe as well. Mom proportionately was a bit thick, but she looked super fucking sexy.
I got in the driver’s seat to her older Lincoln continental that she also inherited from grandpa. I love this car because the interiors are HUGE. Mom got into the
passenger’s side and lifted the console in the center and scooted to the center of the front seat. Her massive cleavage and dangly tits inches from my shoulder. How in
the hell am I supposed to drive like this?
Mom gave me the instructions to start the car and check the mirrors and all that other garbage and we began down the road. I felt like a millionaire driving for the
first time and having a hot chick next to me. I was truly in bliss.
But bliss only lasted as long as the driving high did. The more comfortable I got, the more obvious mom’s tits were bouncing around as we went down the gravel road.
The further we went, the bumpier and less traveled the road become.
Those tits were so amazing and believe I was drooling as i stared at them… Until mom yelled “look out”
I looked up and noticed I was halfway off the road and a sign in the shoulder was quickly approaching. i quickly stomped the brakes and slid slowly into the sign. The
sign barely jolted and both mom and I got tossed just a bit from our seats. Despite how bad that could have been, I still noticed moms tits almost hit her in the face
as I stomped the brake.
We sat there in silence for a moment as mom slowly settled her breathing. Despite my continuous apologies mom did not respond. She just stared out the front windshield
with an unreadable face. After a few moments of silence mom finally broke the awkward moment.
“well, I guess nobody is hurt and the car is still fine… I guess you just need better lessons.” she said with a slowly formed smile.
I agreed with her and unbuckled my belt and opened the door to step out. It was then I realized my dick was hard, and standing up was not a good idea right in front of
her. Thankfully she stopped me and told me to shut the door. Thankfully she was going to give me another shot at driving and she didn’t even seem mad.
“Take your hands off the wheel” she said with a smile. “and scoot your seat back…”
I slowly complied and started hunching over to hide my erection while getting more and more nervous as to what she was expecting me to do. She swung one leg over my
right leg and braced the seat with her hands and started to climb onto me. In shock I blurted out (louder than I wanted to) “what are you doing?” in a panicky voice.
“I’m giving you a better lesson… I’m gonna sit on your lap on the way home so you get a better feel for the road while I help you steer.” as mom said those words I
panicked because my dick was at full mast and my mom was swinging her nice round ass in front of my face and she will soon settle it into my lap and feel my erect rod.
She is going to freak out as soon as she feels it. It’s her damn fault anyways… She is the one who wore that shirt to make her boobs flop around.
“relax hunny” she said as she slowly and gently rested her bum onto my lap. My rock hard cock grazed her thighs and nestled between her legs against her warm… and I
mean WARM crotch. Through the three thin layers of fabric I felt her warmth engulf my cock and I let out a small moan.
Mom shifted around to look at me and with a smile asked “am I too heavy for you?… are you alright?”
“I’m fine mom promise” was blurted out of my mouth more labored than I expected.
“Good thing… Now put your arms on the wheel with me.” she said as she again twisted her bottom just a little to face forward again. The feeling was sensational.
I wrapped my arms around my mom until i gripped the wheel and smooshed the sides of her tits forward. Although I was already excited, I wished I could see what her
tits looked like from the front while I did this. I could barely see over her shoulder to the roadway.
Mom while working the pedals put the car in reverse and backed up slowly onto the road. Then she put it in drive and we slowly continued down the road very slowly. The
bumpy road was making us bounce and my cock jumped every time their was movement between her legs. I felt her legs squeeze a little tighter every time I twitched. Or at
least I think I did.
About a half mile later we approached a paved road that takes us back towards town. Mom slowly did a U-turn in the intersection and proceeded back down the gravel
road. I hadn’t realized mom was talking this whole time. When I finally heard something she was giving driving instructions as we went. I didn’t hear anything then my
brain telling my cock not to cum. I was certain she would know instantly if I did and I would have a lot of explaining to do.
The bumping slowly got harder and jerked us more and more each time. Once, I think mom let out her own gasp and she bumped off my lap just a bit then back down.
Certainly she could feel my cock right between her legs can’t she?
Mom reached down and turned on the radio in a fast motion. She turned it loud and started driving faster. If I wasn’t mistaken, I think she was intentionally bumping
and grinding onto my cock. we bounced, and rocked, and bounced and rocked, and rocked, and rocked, and rocked… We were no longer driving on the rough part of the
road yet mom was grinding her hips left and right moving my cock right along with it. Although the music was loud I could hear mom moaning louder and louder. I could
tell by the way she winced when she noticed her volume that she was using the music to mask her own pleasure moans.
I was doing it. I was actually dry fucking my mom in her super tight leggings and my flimsy shorts. I know I was going to blow my load any minute. Mom increased the
speed of her grinds for a short bit and I was breathing hard to control myself. Then I felt it. I felt the wetness inside my shorts. Had I cum and not noticed it? No,
Because I could still feel myself fighting off my own orgasm… Why the hell am I wet then?
The obvious hit me hard as I felt my mother go partially limp and slump over the wheel while still maintaining control over the vehicle. She had came on my lap… on
my cock. The realization struck me as the most wonderful thing to ever happen to me and I began firing off ropes of cum directly into my shorts. I thrust slightly into
my mother repeatedly until I was finished. As I felt my soaked cock begin to subside, my mom gave a little wiggle from her ass as we were pulling into our driveway.
Mom parked the car and turned the radio off. As she turned off the ignition she leaned back and turned her face to look at me.
“best driving lesson ever?” she asked with a cheery smile.
“DEFINATELY” blurted from my mouth much louder than I wanted.
Mom smiled and opened the door to the car and stepped out lifting herself off my spent cock. I was then able to confirm that she got off on my lap because her leggings
were clearly wet from her crotch to about 4” down both legs. Mom did not waste anytime going inside. I slowly trailed behind her while trying to keep the mess inside
my shorts from running down my legs. I waddled to my room and peeled them off and tossed them into the laundry basket. I put fresh underwear on and laid into my bed.
It was dark and I certainly had a fulfilling day. Not that it will hold a candle to tomorrow.
I was almost asleep when my phone notified me of a new text from mom.
“I had a wonderful time teaching you to drive. Maybe we can do it again someday?… Good luck at the library tomorrow…. I’ll be thinking of you :)”
What does I’LL BE THINKING OF YOU MEAN? is all I could think about as i faded into a peaceful sleep. The sooner I sleep, the sooner tomorrow comes around.
To be continued…

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Lesbian Love chp 1

~Author’s note~
Okay, first sex story ever! And these names used are made up 🙂 besides this isn’t a true story just…one of my fantasies.
I watched my teacher look at the computer screen, my vagina getting wet. My friend next to me kept showing me stories of people having sex. True stories and fictional. One even about a girl fucking her dog. Which I did want to do soon. I smiled to myself, imagining fucking my german Shepard. I know it’s wrong in a way….but doesn’t mean I can’t try it. Right? When the bell rung I sprinted out of the room, grabbing my stuff and going to my bus. I could feel my juices from my pussy soaking my panties.
“How can I get this wet?” I mumbled to myself.
“What?” my friend asked as she walked up beside me.
I looked at her in shock, “I…uh…mean…um…” I stumbled for words.
She chuckled, a look of lust filling her blue eyes. “Don’t worry, it’s fine by me.” she whispered, her hand lightly brushing my left butt cheek.
Chills ran up my spine as a weird feeling filled me. “Um….Brittany what are you doing?” I asked.
“Nothing…” she hummed as we got onto the bus.
On the ride home Brittany had rubbed my thigh four times, each sending a weird feeling to my pussy. My pussy ached for me or someone else to touch it, the wetness growing. Brittany looked at me, “You look stressed.” she whispered.
I swallowed, “You’ve never done this before….why are you doing it now?” I asked.
She frowned but then smiled, “I went through your diary….on your ipod…by the way…not the best place to put a diary.” she started. I glared at her before she waved my glare off and continued. “And you had talked about how much you wanted to make out with a girl….to suck her pussy…to fuck her. I thought…giving you hints….I’m a lesbian….”
I smiled, “Well…you could of told me that before.”
“Thought you wouldn’t want to be my friend.” she replied
“Why? Just because you’re a lesbian? Pfft…I would still be your friend.”
“Good but…anyways….so I just…you said you were wet and I love teasing people. Boys and girls…alike.”
I nodded, my mind swirling with thoughts. My pussy ached so bad and I was so tempted to ask her to fuck me now but knew better. I turned to her, “Okay…since you teased me and read my private diary….I need to punish you.” I said, grinning.
She looked at me with curiosity. “Oh and what’s that?” she whispered seductively.
“Since I am an only child and my parents won’t be home until ten tonight….and it is a Friday after all….thought you could come to my house and we could….do a little something. Of course…I still need to punish you during it but my pussy is really wet and aching.” I said
She smiled, “Okay.”
~20 minutes later~
When we got to my house I quickly locked the front door and slammed Brittany onto the couch. I mounted her and smiled, “I’ll save the punishment for later.” I said as I kissed her full on the lips.
She kissed me back as our tongues went into each other’s mouths. We made out for about five minutes before getting to the fun stuff. And boy was it amazing! I’ve only made out with a boy before and it was never this good! Guess a girl knows what a girl wants.
I quickly started to kissed her neck and then her chest. She unbuttoned her shirt and undid her bra as I started to suck on her left nipple. She groaned as she dug her nails into my still clothes back. I growled back. I lightly bit her nipple, making her moan again.
She started to unbutton my shirt. I sucked on her right nipple as she undid my shirt and my bra. She started to play with my B cup boobs, I smiled and moaned as she played with my nipples. After a while I kissed her stomach and then undid her shorts. When I tore off her lace thong I started to tease her. I kissed around her pussy, making her moan and begging me to suck it. I teased her for two more minutes before I went to her pussy. I smiled, not done teasing yet. I lightly ran my tongue along her pussy. She groaned loudly.
“Oh Bree!” she moaned
I then got more rough, I sucked on her pussy. Making her moan and scream out my name. I then dove my tongue into her hole. She started to pant as I tongue fucked her. She grabbed my head and pushed my face deeper into her pussy.
I then pulled away. I got up and took off the rest of my clothes and then smiled. “69 position.” I said.
She grinned as I mounted, my vagina and ass over her face. She growled as she teased me. I chuckled, of course she would tease me back. I went back to sucking on her pussy again, she groaned loudly. I then moaned as she sucked my pussy back. After a while we started to grind our pussies into each other’s faces.
“Damn Brittany! Oh! Suck my pussy, c’mon baby! Suck it!” I screamed.
She started to tongue fuck me as I humped her face. I then licked her pussy and put my two fingers into her hole. She groaned and panted. She started to hump my fingers as she stopped licking my pussy. My pussy ached so much it was starting to make me over whelmed. After five more minutes she orgasmed. She screamed as she squirted. I stared at her shocked.
“You can squirt?” I asked, bewildered.
“Yeah…kind of mastered it…but dam….you finger fuck good!” She then nudged me off. “One sec, I have something.”
I watched as she dug into her secret bag she always kept in her book bag. she looked at me and noticed I was rubbing my pussy. “No. Don’t rub it yet.” she ordered.
I stopped rubbing my soaking wet pussy as she pulled something out. I gaped at it. It was a strap on, a nice long purple strap on cock. It had to be at least seven inches long. She smiled.
“Are you a viring?” she asked
“Nope….just fucked my ex….last week before we broke up yesterday.” I replied
“Good.”
She put the strap on, on and then lied me down. She mounted me and grabbed a bottle of lube she had. She rubbed it onto the cock and then smiled. She bent down and kissed me as she slowly shoved the cock into me. I groaned, starting already to hump it. She started out humping me slowly but then got faster and rougher each minute. Soon she full out fucking me.
“Oh my…Brittany! Fuck me bitch! Fuck me! Oh god!” I screamed.
“Yeah that’s it baby! That’s it, you take my cock!” she yelled.
She fucked me even harder, jamming the cock into my hole. I suddenly got the feeling I needed to pee. “Britt I need to pee.” I groaned.
“No you don’t….just let it go when you climax.” she whispered
She then licked my nipples as she fucked me. I screamed as I climaxed. Doing as she said I let the ‘pee’ go. Turned out I was squirting. I moaned loudly as she groaned as well.
After I was we both collapsed. “Dam…that was good.” she mumbled
“Dam yeah it was.” I replied back, kissing her neck. “I’m not done yet though…still horny as hell.”
“Same here babe.” she replied.
She smiled as she looked at me, “Why don’t we get…dirty?”
“What are you talking about?” I asked.
“Instead of kissing…licking…and….I’ve tried this before. Pissing in our mouths.”
“What!” I gasped.
“Trust me…it’s so fucking amazing! Gets me horny.”
“O-okay.”
She smiled as she started to kiss and then licked my neck. I groaned. She then rubbed my pussy making me moan even louder. I grabbed the back of her head and shoved her face into my pussy, roughly humping her face.
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A Night In (The Wedding cont.)

A little fact Liz forget to mention was that the spare bed, in which I was supposed to be sleeping in, was also in the room Amber was sleeping in.
After paying the taxi, Liz opened the door to their house and as Amber went inside Liz stopped and held me back.
“Listen Ryan, I don’t mind you sleeping in the same room with Amber, after the incident, (a guy at Amber’s old school tried to put his hand down her skirt) I had to tell her all about sex, masturbation and everything she shouldn’t have needed to know back then.”
She sighed as if regretting that her daughter ever had to be put through something like that. “So, she knows all about sex, and I can tell she likes you, hell the way you were kissing back at the hotel, I know she likes you. And I know your teenagers and want to explore with each other, but please, just remember, you are only teenagers,” she smiled weakly, and put her hand on my shoulder, “You a good kid Ryan, I like you as well, but please, don’t do anything stupid, okay?”
I nodded, “Yeah okay Mrs Pea . . .”
“Please, I told you, call me Liz,”
“Okay, Liz, thanks for being so, y’know, cool about this, and I promise, I won’t do anything stupid,”
Liz smiled again, her hand falling from my shoulder, “Thanks Ryan, I appreciate this.”
Amber called and Liz walked inside, I followed and shut the door behind me.
Amber house was a small, almost cottage like building, built on the slope of the valley. Because of the slope the front door actually led to the lower part of the house, where the bedroom me and Amber were in was, and a small cupboard.
Up the stairs, an open plan kitchen merged with a small living space with a TV and a couple of sofas, and a small bathroom.
A second stairway led up to the bedroom where Liz was going to sleep and a small toilet.
Sitting on one of the sofas in the living space, me and Amber listened to Liz as she talked to us while making herself a drink,
“Now we’re not going anywhere in the morning so you can have a lie in, but in the afternoon Ryan’s got to get some clothes, and I need to get some food in, so Amber, it’s up to you who you go with.” Looking up from her drink she saw Amber glancing across at me,
“Oh okay, I’m gonna go with Ryan and give him a few fashion tips, if that’s okay?” she said sweetly,
“Yeah that’s fine, okay night then,” she said hugging Amber and making her way upstairs. As soon as we heard the bedroom door close, we leapt off the sofa and ran, as quietly as we could, down stairs to the bedroom.
Amber reached the room first and leapt onto the bed farthest from the door,
“Mine!” she cried triumphantly as she sat cross legged upon the bed.
I did my best to look disappointed as I slumped onto my own bed,
“Oh don’t worry Ryan,” she said, she said in a taunting manner, “If you’re a good boy, you just might be able to share it with me,” grinning I pulled my head from my pillow,
“Reeaally . .?” I asked childishly,
“Yes, but only if you’re a good boy,” she said giggling, “But first, I’m going to have a shower,” leaving me hanging, she skipped off to the en-suite and I heard her sigh as the water began to cascade down from the showerhead.
She only showered for a couple of minutes before I heard the hiss of the shower stop and for another minute she must have been drying herself.
Then she stepped out, her wet semi-dry hair swept behind her back and the odd droplet of water running down her skin she sauntered out of the bathroom and stood, chewing her little finger shyly, “So,” she asked, “What do you think?”
I gazed up and down her naked body.
Her legs were thin but not skinny, perfectly shaped, her body curved in all the right places and her thighs ran smoothly up to her still, hairless vagina. I could see hair baby-smooth outer lips running between her legs and a wandering finger, gently circling her clit.
Moving up, her small boobs lay perfectly across her chest. Despite being thirteen she looked much younger, if not for her adolescent features you would have been forgiven for thinking her only ten years old. Despite her because of her size her boobs were still only small, but perfectly proportioned, her small tits, hardly pea sized stood erect pointing away from her chest.
“So?” she asked hesitantly,
“Beautiful . . .” I sighed, gazing across her naked body
She walked up to me slowly. I was still lay on my back on the bed and as she reached me, she crawled onto the bed and straddled my stomach. Her boobs hung inches away from me but my arms were pinned by her knees, so I contented myself with gazing into those wonderful eyes as she spoke.
“I thought . . . tonight, maybe I could show you how I, pleasure myself, and then you could return the favour,” she said, stroking a finger up my chest and across my lips.
“Sounds good,” I whispered, pulling her down I planted a kiss on each of her erect tits, then pulled her down further and kissed her gently on her lips.
There was no resistance as I touched her lips with my tongue and once again our tongues swam around each other, twirling and twisting as our saliva mixed. Slowly she eased away and our lips parted.
She rolled over me towards her own bed and, after rearranging a few pillows to better support her, she lay down and placed a hand between her legs.
Swinging my legs to the edge of my bed I shuffled down to get a better view.
Her fingers were slowly rotating around her clit, while her other hand stoked up and down her opening. She was teasing herself. Her whole body shook as a first finger plunged into her twat, and then a second. She released her breath as they slowly eased their way in, up to the knuckle, and then eased their way out again.
She continued slowly for a minute or so before she pulled out her wet fingers and began rubbing her clit between them.
“Ryan . . .” she said between breaths, “In the draw . . . something I want . . . could you get it?” she asked.
Leaning over to the bedside draw she’d pointed at, I pulled it open and inside was several pairs of thin laced panties and a few small bras.
“Underneath them!” she said, and then moaned as her fingers plunged back into her twat.
I’d pulled out most of the panties by now, and at the bottom I saw the long seven inch dildo she’d fucked Holly with, just over a week before, and a pack of condoms.
I grabbed them both and lay them on Amber’s bed before putting the underwear back in the draw.
“Oh god yes!” she whimpered pulling her fingers out of her twat. Which was now glistening with her juices.
With one hand rubbing her clit she grabbed the dildo and, as she moved her hand away began circling her glistening cunt.
I moved across to the end of her bed and sat cross-legged, watching as the dildo slid around her soaking cunt.
I heard Amber groan and her hand moved the dildo directly over her twat and pushed it in. She whimpered as her pussy opened to let the invading item in. Letting her cunt adjusted to the dildo inside her, Amber looked up at me and sighed, “When I tell you,” she said, “Lean forward and lick me out,” she said it like a command but her eyes were pleading with me and I could tell she wanted me to. I nodded and she smiled as she closed her eyes.
Turning her attention back to the dildo still nestling inside her, Amber pushed the dildo down, almost so it was pointing up towards her stomach from the inside.
Still applying pressure she slowly pulled the dildo out, shuddering as it passed a certain point. Repeating her pattern she pushed the dildo as far as it would go and, still keeping it pointing upwards she pulled it out. Again she shuddered and I wondered what it was but it was obvious she was enjoying it.
Leaving the dildo deep inside her, Amber flicked a switch on the end of the toy. It started humming and I could see its blurred outline as it vibrated within her. She clamped her knees to stop her vibrating toy from slipping out and beckoned me with a single, wet finger.
“Oh god Ryan,” she panted, “Oh god I’m so close,” she muttered, almost to herself. “Ryan, when I pull it out,” she nodded towards her legs, “You bury your face there yeah?” she whispered.
Again I nodded and saw her smile, she slowly eased her legs open and I moved back to the end of her bed.
I could see her slowly easing the dildo out, pleasuring every vibration it sent rippling through her body. I moved lay with my feet hanging off the edge of the bed and my face hovering so close to her wet cunt the smell of her juices were overpowering my nose.
“Okay . . .” she said warning me, “Now!” she whipped the dildo from out of her soaking twat and I buried my tongue in the opening before the lips had even registered the dildo’s exit.
I swirled my tongue around her cunt and felt it squeezing me. I placed my lips over her cunt and sucked the juices from around and inside her opening. I flicked my tongue from side-to-side across her cunt lips, sending ripples of pleasure down her body.
Amber had prepared herself well, for only a minute after I had latched onto her cunt I felt the ripples of her orgasm shuddering down her body, her cunt muscles latched onto my tongue I she stifled a cry as waves of pleasure rolled down her.
“Oh god! Oh god yeah!” she cried as wave after wave of blinding pleasure rippled across her body,
“Oh my god!” she managed to groan, as the pleasure slowly subsided and she looked down between her legs.
I lifted my face from the bed Amber looked down and she couldn’t suppress a giggle as I wiped her juices from my eyes.
“You could have warned me,” I said, wiping yet more of Amber’s cunt juice from my face.
“I didn’t know that would happen,” she giggled leaning over, “I’ve never squirted before,” still grinning she sat back up with a pair of panties in her hand. “Come ‘ere you,” she said her hand stretched toward me. “Let me give you a hand.”
I rose off the bed and sat beside her and she smiled as she raised her clean white panties to my face and slowly wiped away the liquid running down my face.
“So,” she asked, “Are you gonna’ show me now?”
“I dunno’,” I said faking a yawn,
“What! No! You promised,” she whined as she hit me with the now wet panties, “Don’t you go to sleep now!” I fell backwards onto her bed and she leapt across me, a leg either side of me, her hands pinning me down.
“Okay, okay,” I said laughing, “But only if you do me a favour,”
“What?” she asked, looking at me suspiciously,
“You’ve got to start me,” I said grinning.
“Oh fine!” she said, trying to pull a face at me.
I pulled of my shirt and trousers, only my boxers now stood between my erect cock and ambers ready hands.
I sat up against the bed’s headrest and motioned to Amber,
“Go on then,”
Slowly she crawled onto the bed and pulled down my boxers. With a slap my five inch dick sprung free and Amber pulled the boxers the rest of the way and flung them across the room.
“Kneel,” she said, “I’ve got an idea,”
Cautiously I kneeled, my legs together I sat back so my arse was close to my feet. My dick was pointing upwards now, its swollen, red head twitching as I awaited ambers idea.
I didn’t wait long because as soon as I was kneeling Amber stepped across me, with a foot either side of me her so recently cleaned cunt was already starting to leak in front of me.
I leaned forward slightly and licked up and down her cunt, but not penetrating her. I flicked her clit with my tongue and nibbled it gently. Amber moaned above me so I continued, and soon her cunt was wet with juices again.
She slowly crouched down until her open cunt was millimetres away from my quivering cock, and I was level with her small round boobs.
Fitting nearly her whole breast into my mouth I began to tease her with my tongue. I flicked her hard tit several times before gently circling it with the tip of my tongue.
I heard Amber groan and a released her tit and look up, her face was contorted with pleasure, and, as I released her she lowered herself down further, her wet twat opening to let my swollen dick enter.
Amber whimpered as her arse cheeks hit my hips and she slowly stretched her legs out behind me to steady herself.
I could feel the blood pulsing through her cunt as its slick walls encompassed my cock, I felt her every movement as the muscles within her clenched and unclenched my dick.
She leaned in towards me and whispered in my ear.
“This is all your getting tonight,” she whispered cruelly, “But tomorrow I have a special game we can play,”
My mind wandered to any number of games she might have in store for me but I was brought back to the present as her tongue slipped between my lips and for a third time this night we kissed.
Amber could taste the faint remnants of her juices that Ryan had so dutifully cleaned her of. She felt the fullness of his cock inside her and she moaned as it twitched within her.
I broke the kiss with a gentle push to slip my hands between us so I could feel her boobs, each round fleshy orb filled my hand and I squeezed gently as I gazed down at them. I fingered each tit and twisted and pulled them as Amber moaned.
Finally Amber pulled her legs closer and stood, her cunt releasing my cock with an audible ‘pop’.
“I’m really tired,” she said yawning, “D’you mind if I watch you from my bed?” she asked quietly.
“Sure,” I nodded,
She opened her draw and put the dildo and unused condoms away, and then she pulled out a matching pair of white bra and panties with little pink spots dotted about.
When she’d pulled the covers around her I began. Slowly at first, I gripped my pussy soaked cock in one hand and began rubbing up and down.
I groaned as my pre-cum began to seep out and mixed with ambers slick juices. My rhythm increased and my hand bounced up and down my cock, I looked across at Amber who was watching intently and had slipped beneath her covers.
I felt the blood pumping through the veins along my dick, a reached with my free hand and cupped my balls. I stroked them gently and I felt my dick quiver.
“Oh god Amber,” I moaned, “I’m cumming,”
Then my dick released its load and cum splurted into the air, I closed my eyes as immense pleasure rolled over me. First from eating out Amber, then from her sitting on me and letting me feel her breasts, and, from jerking myself off to sounds of innate pleasure coming from Amber.
The cum streamed out of my dick and as my head lay back onto the pillows I felt myself drift into a peaceful sleep, full of dreams of Ambers special games. Completely unaware of my naked body left uncovered on the bed.
* * * * *
Liz lay on her bed, her eyes closed, her fingers tracing circles around her clit. She moaned as a stray finger wandered across her twat and it left a trail of slick juices along her hips.
She kicked the covers off of her and revealed her naked body to the moonlight coming through the roof-mounted skylight. She moaned again, her body seeming to soak up the moonlight.
Hooking her thumbs around the white panties and pushed them down, sending them across her small room with a flick of an ankle. Her bra was already on the floor, and, as the panties joined it Liz slowly dragged her hands up her body, following her curves, and stopping to lay her hands across her breasts her finger and thumb gripping the erect tits.
“Oooh god,” she moaned, the feeling of her fingers teasing her sensitive tits. Kicking the covers onto the floor she sighed, a gentle breeze brushing across her body, she enjoyed the feeling of vulnerability, the knowledge that, if someone was to enter the room, she would be at the mercy of their roving eyes. Normally, there was only Amber with her, but, with Ryan around the house, the exhilaration of discovery was at a new high.
She writhed on the bed, her fingers finally making the dive into her twat, she gasped and her fingers pulled out, before plunging back in. She kept up the rhythm, her fingers plunging relentlessly in and out of her cunt. Her juices dribbling through her carefully shave pubes and dripping onto the bed sheets.
She kept up her pace but her body refused to obey, her whole body shuddered with pleasure but still her cunt refused the orgasm. Her mind screamed for release but still the freedom wouldn’t come.
Liz relented, her fingers slowing to a simple rubbing up and down.
She couldn’t orgasm, this had never happened before, same method, same waves of pleasure, but no orgasm, no immeasurable cascade of relief.
[i]I could go downstai . .NO! no, I couldn’t, could? If someone came, I could make it to the stairs easy, no way they’d see me. But, what if, what if Ryan? No! I couldn’t live it down. Her thoughts echoed through her head like waves trapped in a cave.
You don’t have to. They’ll never see you, think of the adrenaline, the release.
Another part of her mind spoke out, a part that had been suppressed for so long, long before Amber and that boy, that foolish, perverted little boy. And yet, since that boy, she’d opened her mind again.
She’d been so quick to invite Ryan, why? Because Amber likes him, she thought defensively. No! The fresh part of her mind argued, Because you like him, you want him.
The thoughts dawned on her mind like a new day, the light of truth filtering through her mind.
Resolute she stood, gently opened her door and padded onto the landing. Her heart beat a solid drumbeat in her chest. Its movement pounding a pattern against her ribs.
Slowly moving down the stairs, one hand against the wall, the other tentatively following the banister, Liz curled her head around the corner of the stairs, no light, no movement, they were obviously asleep.
Walking down into the living room, Liz felt her heartbeat increase, if that was possible.
She sat herself down on a sofa, the same one Ryan had been on.
Liz reclined and her hands traced back towards her glistening twat. Her fingers took up the rhythm she’d had in the bedroom and soon she was on the edge once again.
Her fingers slipped easily in and out of her slick cunt. Her back arched, forcing her four fingers deeper into her twat. She could feel the muscles quivering, begging for release, but, once again she couldn’t cum, her body refused to orgasm.
“Oh God Yes!” Liz’s heart stopped. That was Amber’s voice.
Her fingers pulled out, her thoughts of orgasm forgotten Liz walked slowly to the top of the stairs.
Liz heard a moan and continued down the stairs, skipping the last step, the one that creaked.
The door was slightly open, light from the room piercing the darkness of the hallway.
Stealing a glance through the gap she saw Ryan at the end of Amber’s bed, almost drooling as he watched her daughter plunge a long vibrating dildo in and out of her twat.
It shined in the light, the juices flowing over it dripping across the inside of her thighs and down onto the covers.
Ryan stood, and Liz ducked back behind the doorway. She heard them talk for a minute, than she heard a bed creak.
Glancing into the room she saw Amber leaning over Ryan, his mouth latched firmly onto her tits. Liz’s hand strayed down towards her twat and a finger began circling her clit.
Amber groaned, the noise covering Liz’s gasp as she looked down towards Ryan’s cock. Taking a second look, Liz held her breath as she saw it buried, hilt deep in her daughter’s cunt.
She should feel angry, protective. But no, nothing. All she felt was another stirring in her cunt, try as she might, she couldn’t deny it. Her daughter being penetrated by this Ryan was turning her on!
Liz stifled a moan of disappointment as Amber dismounted, but continued to watch intently as Ryan pumped her cock. Easily five inches long, nearing six if you were generous, Ryan’s cock bounced up and down in his hand.
She watched for several minutes as he wanked, and, as he came Liz finally found her release.
Tidal waves of pleasure rippled through her, she fell backwards onto the stairs and arched her back, juices flowed unchecked onto the stair carpet and left a stain as her fingers rubbed her twat. Liz heard herself moan loudly, but Ryan’s groans of ecstasy covered her moans.
Finally, after she’d come round, passing out for only a few seconds, Liz stood shakily, hand on wall for support she saw Ryan, lying asleep on his bed, the covers around his ankles, his limp cock lying in his still growing pubes, coated in cum.
And, as she watched, her daughter pulled back the covers, opened a draw and popped a single white tablet into his mouth, and opening the durex packet in the draw, she delicately rolled a condom over his still limp dick.
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It actually Happened??

Did it actually Happen???
WHAT THE FUCK!!!! I woke up with my dream, or so I thought in my head. Its memory was so vivid I rewound it in my head and played it from the beginning.
Lori walked with me from the bus stop and we ran from the rain into my house to complete our project. My parents worked late and went straight from work to night classes so the house was mine from 3 to 10. Which was great if I was the partying type. But I was a “nerd/jock”. The one that did lots of sports but was smart as hell. Lori had a crush on me which I knew about but never acted on until this project. We had been to her house before but this time it would be full of people at one of her mom’s many parties. So my house was next.
Lori is no super hot chick, but you wouldn’t kill yourself for fucking her. She had D cups on a petite 5′ 2” frame and a tight ass. Her face was nothing special but she wasn’t skinny. She could have dropped the extra 5 pounds really easily if she did sports but she didn’t. Her white tank top was wet and it showed off the lace of the bra she had decided to wear that morning. She looked at my gaze and gave a “what the hell” look and took it off to dry it. Her boobs were trying to escape and I could tell it was too small.
Lori looked at me and then looked down to see that part of the fabric had ripped. It made a small hole that left lots to the imagination. She asked for an old shirt and when I returned with one of mine she was completely topless. I stood and stared at the frankness and gazed at those wonderful breasts. Both were identical and sagged a little from the weight. Each had small aerole and were covered with goosebumps. I threw her the shirt and she slipped it on. Her nipples showed and I had picked a ripped one that showed a lot of cleavage as well as being tight on her.
We started to look and I noticed her taking glances at the bulge in my pants which had been there for awhile. I started to stammer and made a quick excuse to go and find relief. The door of the bathroom I went to was broken but I had forgotten and Lori burst in right in the middle of me jerking off. I grew red and tried to conceal it but she grabbed and started to give me a hand job.
Her hand was soft and cool as she pumped me faster and faster. I started to groan as I was preparing to explode when she stopped and took off her shirt. Her boobs wrapped around my dick and she rubbed them up and down while sucking on the head of my cock. I started to groan again but she kept going and I came into her mouth. She sucked every drop up and got up looking a little embarrassed.
“Wha- Where did you learn to do that?” I asked
“Um. My older sister and brother told me all about it.”
I started. Her older sister was the definition of hot and I knew that her brother had no trouble getting a hot date. “They just told you about it. Wow.”
“Well. They showed me, but just between themselves. I was only a spectator.”
“And they weren’t worried that you would tell on them.”
“No. I am the trusted one in the family and they fingered me to keep me from spilling. They still fuck when they get home from college and I get to watch. But they keep telling me that they will not take my virginity.”
This explained why she was good at the blow job and hand job. Man I could not wait to visit her house when her sister was home. She had been teasing me by grabbing my cock and rubbing her breasts. Not to mention going topless in-front of me. Her sister was going to get payback from me.
“Let’s get back to the project.” Lori’s words broke my train of thought.
We got up and she did not put my shirt on so she was topless the entire time. I was so distracted that it wasn’t even funny. She kept massaging them and jiggling them from side to side. I knew it was on purpose because she kept giving me sly smiles. We finished what was meant to be done and it was around 9. My parents wouldn’t be home for an hour at least. We decided to pop in a movie to watch. Lori kept her shirt off but near in case she needed to put it on quickly. She kept grabbing at her boobs and I wanted to fondle them so badly. I was pitching a tent and needed to get it off when Lori grabbed and began to give me another hand job. She didn’t do a tit job but still sucked me to the finish and licked everything clean. I was tired from soccer and all the running around so I started to doze when I looked at the clock. 11:00 PM it said. I called my parents to find out they got free tickets to a concert and were smashed so coming back was not going to happen until morning.
Lori called her mom but she was drunk too and couldn’t drive either. She was going to spend the night. We both got into my bed and it is a twin so there isn’t much room but we managed. She pressed her large tits into my back and my iPod put us both to sleep.
I remember the dream ending with both of us just falling asleep. It felt really real and when I turned, there was Lori smiling at me and slowly fingering herself. I smiled and knew that school and projects were going to be much more interesting.

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Jake and Jerjie

We walked together hand-in-hand. Our skin, still hot from our encounter. The smell was all around us. We left the place burning. We left the place in love.

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Wendy and Miss West iv

This is just a quick one. There will be more soon…
The second night of Wendy’s employment had ended after she had French kissed each and every ladies vagina and anus. The ladies had left Miss West’s office to leave the employer alone with her young employee.
Wendy was untied by Miss West and allowed to dress in front of her.
Miss West then told her she wanted to take her shopping for clothes. Instead of meeting at the office Wendy was to be outside the shopping mall on Thomson Street at 7pm. Wendy knew the mall well. She had window shopped there a lot. It was quite an exclusive mall with mainly expensive ladies clothes shops.
They met outside at the agreed time.
They walked into the first clothes shop on Miss West’s itinerary. Wendy excitedly gazed at the array of clothes. Most were way out of her normal budget but she knew tonight that didn’t matter! She brushed past racks of clothes running her fingers along the fabric as if it were a piano. She went from one rack to the next getting giddier and giddier. She picked up a long flowing dress, held it to her body and skipped to a full length mirror to admire herself.
Miss West watched Wendy in her excitement and enjoyed the child in her. She looked like a kid in a sweet shop. Miss West almost felt guilty that she was soon going to spoil her fun.
Wendy hooked the dress back and went to another dress that took her fancy. Miss West approached her and took her by the hand.
“Oh, Miss West, I love this shop! I have never seen so many nice things! I think that yellow dress with the black swirls is my favourite!” Wendy announced hurriedly pointing at the dress she had just held to her body.
“Yes Wendy, I’m sure it was very nice.” Miss West replied in a soft controlled voice. “I’m afraid you are forgetting Wendy that this is not about you. This is about me; and you doing what I want!”
Wendy’s heart sank as the excitement was taken from her so quickly. What did Miss West mean?! What was going to happen? Surely if we are out buying clothes for me it’s about what I want to wear!? Wendy thought to herself.
“Wendy, remember who you are and what you do for me!”
Wendy felt terrible. One moment she had been so happy that Miss West was going to buy her some nice clothes and now she was put in her place and reminded that she was just an employee to this wealthy women. She felt silly now that she had treated Miss West like a friend or even like her mum on a shopping trip!
Miss West let go of Wendy’s hand and instructed her to go to the changing rooms and remove every stitch of clothing and wait for her to bring something for her to try on!
Wendy blushed at being made to fell so small but remembered her duty.
“Yes Miss West, anything for you.”
She walked slowly to the changing area. There was a shop assistant stood near the changing room. What could she say to the young girl! Erm, I don’t want to try anything on but can I use the changing room! She had to think fast.
She approached the young girl slowly and nervously asked if it was ok if she waited in the changing rooms until her mum brought over some clothes she was forcing her to buy for a wedding.
The girl bought the lie and allowed her in with a friendly smile.
The changing area was large with mirrors all over. The actual rooms themselves were quite small with a tiny mirror that couldn’t be used to view a full outfit. That had to be done in the full length mirrors outside the rooms.
Wendy slipped into the furthest changing room. She pulled the curtain across and removed her clothes as instructed. She hung them up on the pegs provided and stood naked waiting for Miss West to return.
Would the shop assistant really believe that Miss West was her mum! What if Miss West said something to contradict her?!
Suddenly the curtains swung open. Miss West stood there next to the shop assistant! Both looked on at Wendy. Miss West looked on with a smile on her face as she saw Wendy’s embarrassment. The shop assistant looked on in shock as she saw the naked girl in front of her. She turned her head in embarrassment as Wendy used one hand to cup her vagina and one arm to cover her breasts.
Wendy let out a loud gasp as she squirmed whilst trying to cover herself up.
“Oh come on Wendy! We are all women, there’s nothing to be shy about!” Miss West said in a mocking voice.
Miss West had picked up several items of clothing, all of which she had given to the assistant to carry and hand to Wendy.
The assistant calmed down as she realised she had a job to do. She gave Wendy a polite smile and handed her the first item to try on.
Miss West had given the assistant strict instructions to hand one piece of clothing at a time to Wendy and had also asked if she could hang around and get any different sizes that might be needed. The girl, who worked on commission, was only to keen to help.
Miss West stepped back and took a seat outside the cubicle. Wendy dared to reach out to take the first garment from the young assistant, as she did, her breasts were exposed to the assistant and both girls blushed.
Wendy retreated behind the curtain to put on the clothes she had been offered.
“Wendy when you get it on I would like you to come out so I can see if it looks good on you.” Miss West talked loudly to Wendy. The shop assistant was still stood outside waiting to assist Wendy.
“OK.” Was Wendy’s reply.
“Excuse me Wendy? I said when you get it on I would like you to come out so I can see if it looks good on you.”
“OK!” Wendy said a little louder.
“Wendy!” Miss West almost shouted.
Wendy now knew that Miss West wanted her usual answer. How could she when there was the assistant just stood outside!
“Wendy!”
“Yes Miss West, anything for you.” Wendy eventually replied quietly.
The shop assistant looked shocked as she heard the reply! What was going on! Why would this girl call her mum Miss West!?
As Wendy took the clothes from the hanger she became weak with dread as she realised Miss West had only given her a blouse to try on! She was going to be naked on the bottom half and she had to leave the changing room and stand in front of this other girl! She put the blouse on and tried to pull it down to cover her bum and cleanly shaven vagina.
She gave a nervous cough before slowly pulling on the curtain. She left it half closed and remained in her small cubicle to allow Miss West to see her. The shop assistant could see her too and looked on and noticed how embarrassed Wendy looked.
“Come out so I can see you properly Wendy.”
There was a pause…
“Wendy?” Miss West enquired.
“Yes Miss West, anything for you.” Wendy whispered and gave Miss West a look of disgust at what she was being forced to do.
The young girl smiled as she realised Wendy was taking orders from this women. She could see how embarrassed Wendy was. She knew it wasn’t really her mum. She guessed it was either a very strict boss with a thing for her employee or maybe some weird kinky relationship. Either way it gave her twisted satisfaction to see this pretty girl squirm in her awkwardness.
Wendy left the cubicle as instructed. She kept her hands low and in front of her to try cover herself as much as possible.
“Wendy, put your hands by your side and walk up and down so I can see how it fits.”
Wendy acknowledged the instruction and did as was expected. She looked down as she walked past the assistant and quickly walked to the far end of the changing area and back again.
“No, take it off Wendy and try the next thing on, I don’t like that on you.”
Wendy felt uncomfortable with being told she didn’t look good in the blouse. She felt silly anyway but then to be told it didn’t suit her made her ordeal worse.
“Quickly Wendy! We don’t have all night!”
Wendy stepped into the changing room and took hold of the curtain.
“There’s no need for that Wendy. We have both seen you totally naked already. Leave the curtain open.
Is that OK with you?” Miss West aimed the question at the shop assistant.
“Yes of course.” She replied politely with a little smile on her face, as Wendy was made to feel even more silly.
Wendy removed the blouse and handed it to the girl. She took it and as she handed Wendy the second item she looked Wendy in the eye with an inquisitive look, as if to say; ‘what the fuck is going on here!’
Wendy looked down, knowing that the girl knew Miss West was not her mum!
The next item was a short dress. Miss West had deliberately chosen one which was not only small but also the wrong size for Wendy.
Wendy struggled to get the dress on. The young girl saw Wendy struggling and stepped forward to assist. The dress stopped so that Wendy’s upper thigh could still be seen. The top half was so tight that her breasts pushed hard on to the thin fabric, showing her nipples through it. The assistant did her job and managed to fasten the zip eventually. Her hands touched Wendy’s body as the pair of them pulled and heaved.
“Oh, well done.” Miss West clapped at the amusement. “Now take a stroll Wendy.”
“Yes Miss West, anything for you.”
Wendy walked very awkwardly in the exceptionally tight dress. As she walked the dress rode up so her entire private region was exposed once again. Wendy could feel herself on display but knew Miss West wanted it this way, so she didn’t attempt to pull it down.
The dress looked terrible on Wendy and it was hard for the assistant not to laugh at Wendy’s predicament.
Miss West could see the girl smirking and she liked this as she knew it would embarrass Wendy further.
Wendy was ordered to take off the dress. Which she did with the help of the assistant. Just as Wendy was being handed the third item Miss West noticed the shop assistants shoes.
“Ooh. Stop right there both of you!”
The assistant was shocked at how quickly she stopped and took notice of Miss West!
“Excuse me. Sorry, what’s your name please?”
“Rachel.”
“I love those shoes! Would you allow Wendy to try them on?”
The shoes were red leather with a thin strap across the front and a black high heel.
“Erm, they are my shoes and they are not for sale.” She replied.
“Please let her try them on.” Miss West held out a bank note for Rachel.
She saw the numbers, 50, printed in the top corner and quickly changed her mind!
“Oh, OK!” Rachel succumbed to the offer of money, as had Wendy.
She took them off quickly and as she handed them to Wendy. Miss West asked; “Please would you put them on for her?”
“Of course.” Rachel replied.
She bent down at Wendy’s feet and gently started to fasten her in to the first shoe.
Wendy felt quite uneasy at having this girl at her feet. Her head was only a foot or so away from her vagina.
What if she can smell me Wendy thought!
It wasn’t until Rachel had fastened the first shoe that she looked up at Wendy and suddenly realised herself how close she was to Wendy’s sex. She quickly looked back down at her task as she remembered she was dressing a naked girl. She had never been so close to another girls exposed vagina.
Rachel fastened the second shoe, stood up and took a step back, not daring to look at Wendy as she now blushed a deep red at being so close to Wendy’s nakedness.
“Ok Wendy take a walk around to see if they look good!”
She walked quite uneasily at first. Her first step almost took her to the floor in a heap. She managed to check herself and by the time she was heading back towards the two women she was getting used to them.
“Let’s try that again Wendy. Try to be a bit more elegant this time though!”
“Sorry Miss West.”
This time Wendy looked good. She moved with grace. Rachel became a little jealous at how good she looked in her shoes. The heels lifted her legs so Wendy’s already pert bum looked even harder and more toned. Her breasts jiggled firmly as she returned to her cubicle.
“Rachel what do you think? Does she look sexy in your shoes?”
Rachel paused for a long time before replying. She felt quite uneasy about commenting on what she thought of a girl she didn’t know.
“Erm, she looks great.” She replied shyly.
“Does she look sexy though!?”
“Yes…very.” Rachel replied uneasily as she thought about the commission she could earn from Miss West.
Wendy looked up sheepishly at Rachel’s comments. Their eyes met and held each others gaze for just a couple of seconds. They both knew the other was cute and sexy. Rachel was very curious as to what Wendy and Miss West were up to and Wendy felt quite sexy knowing this girl was watching her and thinking she was sexy!
“Wendy. That dress you really like. Do you really want it?”
“Oh Miss West it is lovely. If you would like me to have it then, yes.”
“OK. You can have it. Go and get it right now.”
“What, dressed like this?”
“Yes Wendy. Before I change my mind!”
“But Miss West there are lots of customers out there shopping. I can’t just go out there naked!”
“You have shoes on Wendy. Go now!” Miss West raised her voice.
“Yes Miss West, anything for you.” Wendy disappeared. She wanted the dress so badly and she wanted to do as she was told too. She was getting paid after all.
Miss West followed her out of the changing area. She wanted to see other peoples reactions and that of Wendy as all these strangers looked at her whilst being naked.
Wendy paused briefly as she got to the main shopping area. She quickly worked out the best route so she could use the racks of clothes to hide her naked body. She darted from one point to the next and went unnoticed to the far side of the shop. Wendy’s progress was being monitored by Miss West. She was slightly annoyed that Wendy hadn’t been noticed.
Wendy still had 10 meters to go to get to her dress. As she came out from behind a rack of clothes Miss West took her opportunity.
“HEY LOOK! LOOK AT THAT GIRL! SHE’S NAKED!” Miss West shouted and extended her arm to point. There wasn’t a person in the shop who did not hear her announcement.
Everybody looked at the naked girl running around the shop! Some pointed in amasement, some laughed and some tuted in disgust. One lady shouted “What are you up to! Cover yourself up you stupid little girl!”
Two men in there twenties pointed and laughed. One of them managed a wolf whistle.
Wendy froze in shock! There must have been 15 to 20 people starring at her. She felt stupid. She thought people must think she is either an exhibitionist or maybe a slut! She tried to cover her self the best she could.
The girl working behind the counter shouted; “Someone call security!”
Rachel was now watching the display. She didn’t want Wendy to be caught by security as she knew Wendy would be thrown out of the shop. How would she explain that Wendy had her shoes on? She knew if Wendy was thrown out she would loose a lot of commission too!
She shouted to the girl behind the till that she would deal with it. She summoned another assistant and asked her to help her.
The two girls approached Wendy and took an arm each. They frog marched her through the shop. They held her arms tight to control her, meaning Wendy could not cover herself at all. Wendy had goose bumps all over her body from the embarrassment. Her little nipples poked out hard and erect. She tried to squeeze her legs together to hide her labia from peoples view. Rachel deliberately didn’t take her the most direct route. She ensured Wendy was forced to walk close past people and in areas were she could be seen by everybody in the shop.
Miss West looked on as she saw what Rachel was doing. ‘Good girl!’ she thought to herself.
Wendy was horrified. She could feel strangers eyes on her body. There were young men starring at her gorgeous body and making comments on what they would like to do to her. Most of the people in the shop were female, mainly around Wendy’s age and a few years older. She felt so silly. She saw each and every one of them studying her body. Some of the girls smiled at Wendy and some just laughed. Wendy blushed but couldn’t help looking into their eyes to see if they were looking. To her dismay they were all looking!
Rachel guided Wendy towards the changing area and to her relative privacy.
She thanked the other assistant for her help and told her she would deal with it from here.
“Well done Rachel! That was fabulous!” Miss West praised her.
She then turned to Wendy. “Did you enjoy that little show Wendy!?”
“Yes Miss West, anything for you!” Wendy replied reluctantly.
Miss West and Rachel smiled at each other as Wendy blushed at her lie.
Miss West noticed Rachel was starting to enjoy Wendy’s torment. She decided to bring her down a peg or two, to make her a little uneasy.
“Rachel do you sell underwear?”
“Yes we do.”
“Could you go and get several pairs of knickers and matching bra’s please?”
She nodded and wondered off into the shop floor.
“Are you enjoying yourself Wendy?” Miss West wanted to make the most of this time alone with Wendy.
“Yes Miss West.”
“Then spread your legs for me!”
“Yes Miss West, anything for you.”
Wendy was stood just outside the cubicle and in front of Miss West. She spread her legs a little more than shoulder width apart and stood in silence while Miss West studied her naked body. Wendy still wore Rachel’s shoes which made the two women equal height.
“Lets see how much you are enjoying yourself shall we!”
Miss West maintained eye contact with Wendy as she reached down with her right hand and began to touch Wendy’s vagina. She cupped it at first and massaged it softly. Wendy was slightly damp at this sudden attention she was receiving from Miss West. Her expert fingers started to work her clitoris and soon Wendy’s juices were flowing freely. The two women looked at each other intently as Miss West excited Wendy. She swirled her fingers around Wendy’s little bud and ran her fingers up and down her slit to spread her juices. She occasionally slipped an index finger right up Wendy’s cunt. Wendy closed her eyes and breathed deeply which heightened her pleasure.
Their privacy was interrupted as Rachel returned with an array of underwear in various sizes and colours.
Miss West took a step back from Wendy leaving her there with her legs spread. The attention to her pussy had made Wendy loose concentration and it took her a moment to realise her pose. She quickly closed her legs as she noticed Rachel staring at her.
“OK. Lets see what you look like in this underwear Wendy!”
Rachel handed Wendy the first set of knickers and bra. They were white lace.
Wendy was looking forward to being able to cover herself at last. She quickly grabbed the lingerie but before she could start to put them on Miss West stopped her.
“I think it would be better if Rachel put those on for you Wendy.”
Wendy paused and first looked at Miss West and then at Rachel to see her reaction. Rachel looked at Miss West in disbelief.
“I don’t think I can do that!”
“Of course you can. You are a shop assistant and Wendy needs your assistance to get these clothes on. It’s your job to help and what’s more you will be earning a lot of commission from me this evening!”
Rachel was shocked at Miss West assertiveness. She found herself obeying her orders almost before Miss West had finished speaking.
She took the underwear from Wendy and once again bent down at her feet. She opened the knickers with both hands and offered them first to Wendy’s left leg. Wendy lifted her shoed foot and slipped it in to the opening. Rachel pulled them up to Wendy’s shin and then offered them to her right leg.
Once both feet were in Rachel lifted her body up, but remained on her knees. She nervously pulled the knickers up slowly over Wendy’s thighs. She couldn’t believe what she was doing!
Wendy now felt as though she had the upper hand on Rachel and it was here that felt silly. As Rachel pulled the knickers towards Wendy’s crotch she couldn’t help but take a quick look at Wendy’s vagina. Rachel blushed and looked away when she saw how damp it was! Eventually she managed to pull the knickers up to here waist. Holding the waist band she lifted it to the correct height on Wendy’s slim hips. She reached for the bra next.
“Ah ah! Could you please adjust Wendy’s knickers so they sit correctly!” Miss Wendy could see how hastily Rachel wanted to move on to the bra. However the knickers were slightly twisted and were not sitting perfectly around Wendy’s creases.
Wendy opened her legs slightly so Rachel could do as asked. From her kneeling position Rachel looked up and could see what she had to do. She knew she was going to have to put her fingers inside another girls knickers to pull them down, so they looked neat and tidy.
She was nervous at her task. She had never undressed or dressed another woman! She felt incredibly uncomfortable and her predicament was worsened as she looked up to see Wendy smiling down at her.
Wendy now felt she was in control and could see how exciting it could be. She began to understand why Miss West got such a kick out of being dominant.
Rachel reached out and carefully grasped the inside front of the knickers. She slid her fingers down towards Wendy’s crotch and pulled the thin fabric from Wendy’s vagina to reposition them. She re laid them softly onto Wendy’s vagina. She softly bit her bottom lip as did.
She then stood up and crouched down behind Wendy. She lifted the knickers again, this time from Wendy’s tight bum. As she re laid them she allowed her fingers to brush on Wendy’s soft skin. She was slowly becoming aroused and very curious.
Satisfied the knickers looked good she then took the bra and cupped it over Wendy’s breasts. She softly adjusted the shoulder straps, making sure she touched Wendy’s skin and then fastened the clasp. She was amazed by the softness of Wendy’s skin.
Wendy looked gorgeous in her bright red high heels and crisp white underwear. She walked around the changing room with a whole new confidence. She knew Miss West found her attractive and they had both seen each other in some very strange predicaments. Now she felt a change in the attitude between herself and Rachel. The early nervous tension was fading and the air was filled with sexual tension. If Rachel really didn’t want to be there they all knew she could just leave! This put Wendy at ease and she began to enjoy herself.
“OK. Now lets try another set of underwear.” Miss West decided. “Rachel, please carry on and assist Wendy.”
Rachel did not need telling twice. Wendy offered no help in undressing herself. She let Rachel do it all.
She stood in front on Wendy and reached right around her to unclasp the bra. There bodies did not touch but Rachel’s clothes brushed against Wendy’s sensitive skin and sent a shudder down her near naked body. She dropped the bra on the floor. She then reached to remove Wendy’s knickers. Rather than just getting hold of the fabric and pulling them down, she pushed her fingers under the waist band of the knickers and slid her hands down the smooth skin of Wendy’s hips and legs and the knickers followed.
Wendy let out a deep breath of pleasure as she felt the tender hands touching her skin.
Miss West smiled at the two girls bonding.
Rachel put on and took off two more sets of underwear onto her knew friend. Each time she did she allowed herself to touch Wendy a little more. She took time to ensure they were fitted correctly and touched Wendy in her very private places when she could. She touched her bum, her waist and her legs and put her fingers in further than needed when adjusting them. Each time she did she did it subtly. Wendy pretended she didn’t realise what she was doing and this allowed Rachel to think she was getting away with it unnoticed.
Miss West saw every move Rachel made. It reminded her of her first lesbian experience with her friend. It had happened many years ago with her best friend. They had ended up sharing a bed at her parent’s house. Miss West had pretended she was dreaming and started to stroke her friends body as she slept. Her friend, who was awake too, also pretended she was asleep and allowed herself to be touched. As her friend didn’t object Miss West had carried on. She pushed her hand under her friends pyjamas and felt her tummy and soft skin. She worked her way carefully towards her nipples expecting to be stopped at anytime. There was no objection from her friend and eventually worked down to her vagina. Neither of them spoke. They both pretended to sleep. Neither of them spoke a word and tried to keep their breathing shallow. Miss West played with her friends slit until she came. After she was finished both girls rolled over and fell asleep. They never spoke another word of it to each other. Miss West moved on to other girls after that night as her lesbian lust grew.
Seeing Rachel taking chances to touch Wendy brought a smile to her face.
“Rachel. What is your favourite type of under wear? What type are you wearing now?” Asked Miss West.
“Oh!” The question took Rachel by surprise. “Erm, I’m wearing a g-string at the moment.”
Rachel was wearing a tight skirt so the g-string ensured she didn’t have a panty line.
“Would you let Wendy try it on?”
Rachel was caught in the moment. Miss West didn’t know who was most surprised with Rachel’s reply.
“Sure.” She said easily. She was already turned on by dressing and undressing Wendy. The whole situation of Miss West dominating this young girl and seeing this fit girl naked and embarrassed made her want to experience more.
She slipped into the open cubicle, hitched up her skirt and pulled down her knickers with a wiggle of her bum.
She covered her legs with her skirt again and bent down to put the knickers on Wendy.
As she adjusted the knickers each woman had there own private thought about the two girls juices mixing on the thin fabric of the g-string. It was such an intimate act to share ‘dirty’ knickers Rachel thought.
Miss West approached Rachel. The three of them were very close to each other now. There faces at near equal heights.
“Rachel, are you aroused?” Miss West enquired.
“Yes, a little!” Rachel replied slightly embarrassed.
The women lowered there voices to a whisper.
“Would you like to kiss Wendy?”
A shy nervous smile appeared on Rachel’s face and a warm surge rushed between her legs at the question.
Wendy was excited too. She now found women attractive and Rachel was a beautiful young girl. She would love to be forced to do things with her she thought to herself. She listened in with anticipation.
“Yes.” Rachel said quietly.
Miss West pushed the two girls gently into the cubicle. They stood inches from each other. Neither of them spoke or touched. They waited for Miss West‘s instructions. They both had butterflies in their stomachs, Rachel’s legs were like jelly.
Miss West ran her hands through both of the girls hair simultaneously. Her hands came to rest at the back of their heads. She slowly forced their faces together. The girls steadied themselves by resting their hands on each others hips.
Their lips met softly. They took it slowly and barely made contact. Wendy bit gently on Rachel’s bottom lip and then sucked it tenderly. Rachel smiled and as her mouth opened Wendy explored it with her tongue. Their tongues pushed against each others as they massaged each others mouths. Their soft tongues whisped over each others and each felt the others breath on their face.
The kiss lasted less than a minute. Miss West looked on longingly at the site of two such pretty girls sharing an intimate kiss. Her loins became warm as she lusted over this new girl she had just met. She still thought Wendy was beautiful and a perfect employee but Rachel had something she craved. Maybe it was her pretty face or gorgeous figure. Maybe it was that she reminded her of herself when she was younger.
The kiss broke and both girls gazed into each others eyes. It had been Rachel’s first kiss with a girl. Wendy was now experienced compared to her new friend! Rachel’s face beamed. It was such a tender kiss she thought. Much softer than when she had kissed boys. Wendy had enjoyed it too. It had been nice for her to share a lesbian experience with somebody as naive as herself rather than with a dominant older women.
Miss West wanted more.
“Rachel, what else would you like to do with Wendy?”
Rachel, slightly flustered and worried about being caught by somebody, replied shyly;
“Nothing. I think I should get back to work.”
“Now, now Rachel, please don’t rush off just yet! Wendy, is there anything you would like to do to Rachel?”
Wendy now got her chance to make Rachel uneasy.
“Oh Miss West. I would love to do something with her!” Wendy looked Rachel in the eye and gave her a cute smile. She licked her lips seductively and pouted at Rachel.
Rachel blushed at being looked at like this by Wendy.
“I would love to kiss her again Miss West; but not on the lips…” She spoke softly now and almost whispered; “down there!” Wendy shifted her gaze momentarily towards Rachel’s lower half.
Rachel tried to step back in shock but the cubicle restricted her. She let out a quick, high pitched gasp at Wendy’s comment.
“Ooh yes. That would be lovely wouldn’t it Rachel?” Added Miss West.
“Err, no I don’t think so. I really need to get back to work!” Rachel spoke hurriedly and with panic. She became quite flustered.
“Well young lady how are you going to explain to your boss that Wendy is wearing your shoes and your g-string!” Miss West stated.
“Oh she must not find out! Please! Please can I just have them back?” Rachel panicked.
“Of course you can. Once you have turned around and hitched up your skirt!”
“Oh please don’t make me do that! I will do anything but that! I don’t want her to kiss me down there! I’m not a lesbian!”
“Well you have two choices. You either let her kiss you down there or I go and see your boss right now!”
“Oh please! I need this job so much! What would you want her to do to me?”
“I want you to turn and face the wall. Then I want you to hitch your skirt up above your bum. Then I want you to spread your legs a little. Then I want you to reach round and spread your bum cheeks so Wendy can see your tight little bum hole. On my command she will then French Kiss your anus!” Miss West spoke softly but with authority. It made Rachel feel as though she had no choice but to obey.
Wendy looked on with great pleasure as Rachel succumbed to Miss West’s power and then shrivel in fear and embarrassment at the thought of the inevitable.
Rachel was relieved she didn’t have to do the kissing down there but she really didn’t fancy a girl touching her privates like that. She didn’t want to go with another girl anyway and definitely not at work or while another woman looked on!
“Oh come on Rachel let’s get it over and done with! We don’t have all night!”
Rachel obeyed. She faced the wall. Struggled to get her tight skirt over her tight bum and then shifted her feet apart.
“Come on, let her see your anus Rachel!” Miss West mocked.
Slowly she placed her hands on her bum cheeks and spread them very slightly.
“Ok Wendy get on your knees and study Rachel’s little anus!”
Wendy, still wearing the g-string and feeling very turned on, bobbed down and perched on her knees with her face just inches from Rachel’s behind.
Wendy gazed at the little hole in front of her and Miss West gazed at the beautiful scene in front of her. One young girl about to have her anus mouthed by another girl for the first time and one girl about to taste yet another female. Miss West had high hopes for Wendy. She thought they had a good relation ship ahead of them, playing this daring role play and carrying out her fantasies in various locations and with various women.
Rachel stood in silence. She could feel two pairs of eyes staring at her in this intimate position. She felt humiliated and exposed. She froze waiting for that first touch from Wendy’s mouth. Although she was scared she had never felt so excited in all her life. She had a mass of mixed emotions and her vagina became wet and her little anus ached with anticipation.
“Wendy, kiss Rachel.”
“Yes Miss West, anything for you!”
The words of command and Wendy’s answer added to Rachel’s fear and she let out a gasp.
Wendy couldn’t believe how easy it had had been for Miss West to break Rachel and get her to agree to this!
Wendy placed her hands on Rachel’s and encouraged her to spread herself further. Rachel’s crevice opened and Wendy moved her mouth to Rachel’s hole.
She laid a couple of soft kisses around Rachel’s rim which caused the young girl to shudder at the sensitivity of her skin in such a private place. Wendy continued to kiss her rim and then started to flick at Rachel’s hole with her tongue.
Rachel couldn’t believe the sensation. She had felt nothing like it. She was so tender and sensitive and it was hard to deny how pleasurable it felt.
Wendy was soft at first. She built the pleasure up slowly. She moved in and out from the hole to the rim. Flicking and kissing.
Miss West also not wanting to get caught decided to speed things up a little. She laid her hand on the back of Wendy’s head and pushed her face harder into Rachel.
Wendy took the hint and began to vigorously French Kiss Rachel. She pushed her tongue hard and deep into Rachel and made the kiss sloppy. She slurpt at the tight anus with lips and tongue, sucking and probing.
Rachel began to rock her hips back and forth as the motion took her into a distant place. She closed her eyes and bit her bottom lip. She fought hard to make sure she didn’t let out a scream of pleasure. She thought pleasant thoughts. She tried to deny to herself what was really happening.
Wendy loved the taste of Rachel. She knew from her previous two nights work when a woman was enjoying herself. She thrived on making Rachel turned on. To break another girl in! To take a girls lesbian virginity! She lapped faster and harder and tugged at Rachel’s cheeks to get in deeper and deeper.
Miss West pushed harder on Wendy’s head as she too was taken by the experience. She had never seen Wendy so eager to please another woman. She was also impressed by Rachel. She appeared to be enjoying having a girl tongue her arse. She stroked Rachel’s face and smiled. To her surprise Rachel looked into her eyes and smiled back. She was almost in a trance as Wendy worked her into a frenzy.
Suddenly Miss West ragged the curtain closed and stood back from the cubicle. She coughed falsely and in a panic said “Come on Wendy chop chop!”
There was another shop assistant entering the changing area with another customer.
Wendy and Rachel realised at the same time what was happening! Rachel closed her legs and attempted to pull down her skirt. Wendy stayed on her knees and kept hold of Rachel’s cheeks. She quickly lifted a finger to her lips to gesture to Rachel to keep quiet.
Rachel froze. Wendy, much to Rachel’s astonishment, stopped licking her anus but gently laid kisses on to Rachel’s soft bum cheeks. She shook her head for Wendy to stop. Wendy looked up and smiled. She gave her a few more kisses and then stood up and slowly and quietly turned Rachel around to face her. Again she gestured for her to keep quiet. They could both hear the other people outside. Wendy moved in to kiss Rachel on her lips. Rachel pulled away. She put her mouth to Wendy’s ear and whispered.
“I thought you only did it because she forced you”?
Wendy copied Rachel and whispered in her ear.
“Yes. Normally I just do as I am told. But, but you are different. I think you are lovely!”
Rachel was stunned. She was flattered that Wendy found her attractive but nervous too at their predicament.
She did not pull away when Wendy tried to kiss her again.
They shared a slow gentle quiet kiss. Only they would know about it. It was such a loving kiss and the secret made it so sexy both girls thought to themselves. They broke the kiss and they stood there in silence and waited.
Rachel allowed herself to explore Wendy’s body with her eyes. She studied her face and neck line. Her shoulders and arms. Wendy had a perfect body and felt exhilarated to have had such an affect on this young girl.
Rachel’s gaze fell to Wendy’s breasts and her eyes circled Wendy’s nipples and then down to her tummy button.
Wendy took Rachel’s hands and lifted them slowly towards her. She placed them on her shoulders and slowly guided them down to her breast. Rachel caressed them and gently squeezed Wendy’s breasts. Both girls looked at each other and smiled shyly.
At that moment Miss West coughed again and tugged on the curtain. The girls moved fast and managed to pull away before Miss West could see their touches.
“OK. I think it’s time we left Wendy. Rachel, thank you very much for your time. We will take three of the dresses Wendy liked. Could you get three different colours please. We will also take two sets of each of the sets of underwear Wendy tried on.”
“OK. Erm, what about my shoes and erm, underwear?” Rachel asked nervously.
Miss West leaned in and whispered to Rachel;
“You may take Wendy’s shoes for now. If you would like yours back you may call around at my house to pick them up next weekend! I will give you my address. As for the g-string, I’m sure you’ll agree it looks so good on Wendy!”
Rachel smiled and disappeared to pick out the clothes Miss West had asked for.
Un be known to Miss West Wendy had heard what she said. She felt strangely jealous. Rachel had only just met Miss West and already she was being invited to her house! Wendy had never been invited and she had known Miss West for two days now!
“Wendy, put on this dress.” Miss West handed Wendy a dress that she had not tried on yet. It was exceptionally short and tight. Wendy, still in the cubicle slipped the dress on and checked herself out in the full length mirrors outside. The dress was so short you could see the bottom of her bum cheeks as she walked. She picked up the clothes she had arrived in and followed Miss West to the check out. People stopped and stared as the couple walked through the shop. Some stared as they recognised the ‘naked’ girl and some stared at the shortness of the dress!
Rachel met them at the checkout, scanned the dress Wendy was wearing and bagged up the remainder of the clothes. Miss West paid for the goods and slipped a card to Rachel with her home address on.
Miss West and Wendy left the store and Wendy continued to feel tense as peoples eyes fell on her ridiculously short dress.
It was almost time for the ladies to depart. They did a little more window shopping and chatted freely.
At 10pm Miss West turned to Wendy.
“That’s it. Times up. Are you ok to make your own way home?”
“Yes Miss West.”
“Wendy next week I am working away from home so I will not need your services.”
Wendy felt almost disappointed. Not only did she need the money but she almost liked being Miss West’s play thing.
Miss West continued. “Instead I wonder if you could come to my house next weekend?”
Wendy didn’t hesitate. “Yes Miss West, anything for you!” Wendy’s weekends were precious. She worked to earn money to spend at the weekend. Her main reason to go out was to look for a boyfriend. But now, with her body being used as a toy by Miss West and her friends, the need for a boyfriend faded. She was living a sexual fantasy well beyond her belief.
She couldn’t wait for next weekend…..and didn’t Miss West ask Rachel to call round to pick up her shoes….?

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A father who likes watching his daughter and her friends while jerking off. Takes major twists he never expected