I really only noticed after a couple of months had passed. I was busy at work, coming home tired.

What I did notice was that Mum would go out every second Friday night very smartly dressed.

She would return home late, sometimes looking a bit dishevelled and always depressed. As this was her only social activity I was concerned.

“Oh” she would say, “just visiting old friends.”

Mum had me when she was quite young, so she still had a youthful figure and with her flowing brunette shoulder length hair and deep brown eyes she was sexy and pretty.

One of these old friends had a daughter I lunched with occasionally. We met one lunchtime.

I talked about Mum.

“You don’t know?” said Maryanne.

“Know what?” I asked.

“Where she goes on those Fridays.”

“See old friends, she says.”

“Bit out of it, aren’t we?”

“What do you mean?”

“Haven’t you noticed? Tight dress, lots of make-up? She goes to a party.”

“A party?”

Maryanne lowered her voice, “It’s a mother daughter swap party.”

I caught my breath, “A — a what?”

“Mum’s swap their daughters for sex.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, it’s super sexy and fun.”

“You’ve been to one?” I was intrigued.

“Only a couple of times. My mum stopped kurtköy escort going after she hurt her leg — it got a bit, you know, too energetic for her.”

“I — I didn’t realise.”

“Of course, it’s pretty hush-hush. That’s probably why your Mum is depressed. No-one to swap with. She’s likely to be as horny as hell.”

“How do these things work?”

“Mums take their daughters then try to swap them with the mum whose girl they want to fuck.”

“Like an auction?” This sounded cruel.

“No, no. The daughters really want to be there. It’s all done inside the Mitchell’s house with soft carpet, mood lighting — you mill around talking, checking each other out. Have a drink. There’s always plenty of sexy bitches!”

“Mum never said anything to me.”

“Probably because she didn’t know you would be interested. You’re always busy at work. Are you interested?”

“Well, if it can help Mum. I’ll do it.” I said.

“Tell her you want to be her fuck-slut,” said Maryanne with a wink, “She’ll know what you mean.”

That night at home I prepared to talk to Mum. I waited till she was getting changed for bed so I could catch her in her underwear.

I walked in and sat on the bed. I looked at her; tall and slim with a nice firm figure aydıntepe escort with good size breasts. Those legs were shapely, too. She still went to the gym occasionally.

I could do this. I was interested. I was wet.

If the other Mums were like her, I could fuck them, no problem.

I took a deep breath.

“Hey Mum.”

“Hi baby.”

“Talked to Maryanne today at lunch.”

“How is she — haven’t seen her for a while. Very pretty girl.”

“Uh-huh. She told me a few things.”

Mum turned to face me, her breasts bounced slightly in her bra. I noticed how tight her butt was. “Things?”said Mum.

I looked straight into her deep brown eyes.

“I want to help. I can help. She told me about Friday nights. I want to be your fuck slut.”

Mum had an intake of breath. “Oh, baby. I can’t ask you to do that.”

“You don’t have too. I’m offering and I want to do it. It will be fun. You just have to tell me what to do. How to act.”

Mum stood there — I noticed her pussy was shaved under her sheer panties.

“Well, I guess — if you want to.” She blushed. “I don’t know what Maryanne told you, but it’s full on at these parties. You would be really close to, um…. being with older women”.

“You mean fucking them,” tuzla içmeler escort I said.

Mum sat beside me, “Well, yes. It’s a sex party. Eventually, you would be totally naked as well. A mum will check you out.”

“You mean feel me up?”

“Yes, and tongue kiss you, too.”

“Seems OK to me” I said with a smile.

Mum smiled back. Then said seriously, “You will know some of the women there. They will be doing things to each other, you might……well, you might be shocked.”

I laughed. “Don’t think so Mum — I’m up for all sorts of things. Especially with my legs wide open”.

I kissed her on the mouth.

She sighed, “You would do this for me?”

“Of course….and love it! Now, how do we start?”

“Well,” she said, warming to the idea, “It’s on this Friday night — so we need to get you a few clothing items.”

“Do you have a girl in mind at the party?” I asked.

“Oh, yes. It’s Cindy, Georgina Howard’s daughter.”

“I know her,” I said. “She works at the lawyers office in Main Street. She’s gorgeous, but she’s always surrounded by guys.”

“Yes, but believe me, she likes wet pussy.” “A lot.” Mum sighed.

“What’s her mum like?” I was interested in who to impress with my body.

“She looks a lot like her daughter, only slightly taller and with a few more muscles.”

Mum giggled.

“Would she be interested in me, do you think?” I wondered.

“If you let me dress you up as a whore, then yes.”

We both laughed. This was going to be fun!

Changes occur, sometimes dramatically but more often subtly or nuanced rather than cataclysmic. A bond formed between Rachel and me. Not a chain inexorably linking us, but a sense that we were not just two individuals but a duet whose actions were choreographed either by reason or necessity.

Summer segued into a comfortable fall which abruptly became winter. My Nebraska upbringing girded me for harsh weather and a winter in Baltimore was hardly harsh compared to Nebraska. However, I was not prepared for the constant harping about ‘wet’ cold versus ‘dry’ cold. Rachel, who was from the south, always had a comment on the ‘chill’ in the air.

We spend more and more time together but did not make specific plans. I maintained a minimum wardrobe at Rachel’s, but I still kept my apartment. Also, we maintained the professional separation that working in the same office dictated. We did not arrive or leave together and did not confine our office socializing to only ourselves. For emphasis, I walked to and from work; Rachel arrived and departed at a credible offset in her decrepit sports car. We attended and left office functions separately and if one of us was not available to attend, the other always participated and mingled.

To co-workers and acquaintances our relationship was businesslike, platonic, innocent, and transparent. I maintained my prim and conservative everyday routine. Rachel continued to with her bohemian, quirky, yet responsible lifestyle. We aroused no suspicions. On the occasions we spent our off-hour time together, I caught the light rail and traveled to a pre-planned, out of the way stop, where we met.

Rachel maintained her routine of competing in races and triathlons; frequently leaving early on Friday and not returning for the weekend. I would occupy my time as I had done before I met Rachel. In all outward appearances, our lives were distinct and unattached, yet harmonized.

Our time together was comfortable, discreet, and passionate. In her place or mine, away from prying eyes or the curious, we indulged ourselves. We unabashedly shared our bodies our lusts and our desires. Afterwards we lay naked beneath the covers and talked of our dreams and drifted to sleep wrapped in each other’s arms. Rachel always fell asleep before me and awoke after I did. These moments or minutes, when she was asleep and yet we clung to each other were my Nirvana. The satisfaction I obtained by lying by her side joined only by the naked seam that that welded us from our calf to shoulder is difficult to describe; it was transcendental. The feel of her skin, her aroma, the sweat and stickiness carried me to dreamlike hinterland.

And so it went, week after week. We accommodated each other during Holidays. We both flew home for Christmas holiday, and both abruptly returned after two days. New Year’s we stayed warm together at a secluded cabin in upstate New York, far from friends, acquaintances, and gossips.

It flurried occasionally during early January but caused no real inconvenience and then the weather abruptly turned raw. Snow fell weekly 5 – 7 inches each time and then melted the next day or two. The sidewalks, streets and alleys were perpetual slush fields. My walk to work was an exercise in sliding on sidewalks and dodging skidding traffic in the roads. It was also a time of quiet pleasures. Long evenings nestled beneath covers followed by lazy, languid weekend days in libraries, coffee shops and out of the way bars.

The snow began in mid-afternoon the right before the three-day weekend. Most businesses closed early, and the roads were soon clogged with frustrated commuters. Rachel stared at

her car in the parking lot which was quickly vanishing beneath a blanket of snow. “I’ll never get through this shit” she said in disgust. “The first chunk of ice that falls off the bus in front of me will get wedged under my axle and hang me up” she proclaimed to the cluster of employees making their ways out the door. “I reckon I’ll take the train tonight.” She shook her head as she turned away from the door. As she did, she caught my eye with a wink and a wry smile.

I bundled myself in my coat and pulled my hat down over my ears and walked out the door. Rachel and two co-workers were standing on the stoop surveying the snow and the parking lot.

“Walking to the light rail?” someone asked me.

“I pass it on my way.” I declared, not anxious for company.

“Mind if we join you?” The rhetorical question excluded a negative answer.

“Sure.” With that the four of us slogged down the hill to the stop. At the shelter, the two tagalongs bid goodbye and crossed the track to catch the northbound train. Rachel stayed on the southbound side, and I continued up the hill. I was a block away when the warning horn blared and the ‘ding, ding, ding’ of the crossing guard bell made me look over my shoulder. I watched as the northbound train waited for the riders to exit and board and then pulled away. Huddled in a group still waiting for the southbound was Rachel. The crossing guard gate kocaeli escort bayan lifted. Rachel cut herself away from the crowd and trudged across the tracks and up the hill towards me. My spirits rose.

That night we shared a survival dinner on the floor of my apartment complete with an assortment of cheeses and a bottle of red wine. When we finished the bottle, Rachel placed it on its side between us on the floor and spun it. The bottle slowed and came to rest with the tapered end pointing towards me. “You first!” Rachel announced and reached across to begin unbuttoning my blouse. I laughed as she continued until it lay on the floor. Rachel proceeded to follow suit. We did so until we lay on the floor naked and shivering.

Under the covers we shared each other with enthusiasm. Satisfied, with the snow sticking against the windows, we floated off to sleep. I awoke when Rachel shifted on her side with her hip leaning against me. The streetlights reflected off the falling snow vaguely illuminated the room. I mused as I stared into the dark, letting my imagination relive the events of the evening.

Rachel rolled on her back and snuggled under the cover. I closed my eyes with utter contentment as I slid over until our bodies touched and let my hand drop softly on her thigh.

“You’re awake” she whispered with a sense of surprise.

“Of course. I always wake up when you make the slighted move.”

There was a long pause. “I didn’t know that.” She commented as she placed her hands behind her head and stared blankly at the ceiling. A somber silence, more silent than two people sleeping, filled the room.

“What are you thinking?” Rachel asked.

“Nothing much. Just sort of daydreaming at night if that makes sense.”

“Do you mind if I say something.” Without waiting for an answer, Rachel continued, “I owe you an apology, but I don’t know how to start.”

“You don’t owe me an apology. I can’t think of what you need to apologize for.”

“Please. Let me continue. Since I first met you . . .” her voice trailed off, “I never wanted to do anything to hurt you.” She paused again and I sensed she was waiting for me to interject, but I didn’t. I leaned on my elbow and stared across at the faint silhouette of her profile.

She continued. “You are as good a companion as anyone could wish for. You are not clinging or demanding and do not fawn but always attentive. You have your own personality and sense of self. You do not require constant attention. You do not question my actions or my motives. You are a pleasure to be with. I do not deserve someone as you.”

From my vantage point at her side, I noticed a slight quiver. I felt something slipping away but I did not know what and I did not know how to stop it. I verged on panic but refused to give in to my emotions. Stoically, I waited for her to continue.

“I do not have a career. I have a job which lets me pursue what I want to do. I decided some time ago I needed more money than this job provided. Back in the past an opportunity presented itself and I took it. I do not regret it, but I feel I must explain it.”

This was not well rehearsed. A rambling stream of consciousness that attempted to explain something I did not know. I was uneasy but decided to wait and let everything unfurl.

Rachel drew a deep breath. “Have you ever wondered about the races I run? Why I need to stay overnight for a morning or afternoon event? Aren’t you the least bit curious?” She touched a nerve. I was curious; puzzled why she did not ask me to join her. Did she think I was that disinterested? I decided not to show my cards and let her play the hand.

“I was not always competing. Most of the times I did, but sometimes I did not. If I asked you to join once, you may have wanted to be asked all the time. I was not prepared to let you share that. As someone once commented; I sometimes buccaneered on the windward side of the law.”

“What do you mean by that?” I quizzed. I could tell she was grappling for an answer. “Why don’t you just say it?” I demanded. “Whatever it is won’t change by having me dragging it out of you.” I was taken aback by my sudden assertiveness. Rachel noticed and cringed, clutching the covers close to her.

A few seconds which seemed like hours passed. “I’m a call girl. I work for an escort service. In vulgar terms I am a whore. Not one to sit on the front stoop and solicit, but a whore none the less.”

I was a bit amazed but not astonished. I recalled a comment she made after my night with Visnow; “not the first time I engaged in a sexual enterprise for money”. At that time, it had a portentous ring, and it stuck in my memory ever since. Now as I revisited the comment, it took on a new meaning.

“You are shocked? I think I should leave now.” She rolled to the far edge of the bed, stood, and began to walk away.

“Wait! Don’t go! Don’t go!” I pleaded. In a panic I sprang from the bed and confronted her. A sudden desire swept over me. Never had I had such an urge. It was beyond normal lust or passion. izmit escort bayan I wanted to take her or have her take me, violently if necessary, and without quarter. Instead, we stared at each other our eyes pleading but not speaking. She raised a hand to push me aside, but I deflected it and pushed her back toward the bed. I countered her attempt to sidestep me and pushed her back onto the bed. I dropped beside her and pulled her towards me. She sobbed softly as her face nestled into my tummy. My desire raged. I did not want revenge but satisfaction. I needed to convince her it was OK, but I felt I needed to do it with force.

She cried and sobbed louder. I pounced on top of her, letting my body crush her into the mattress. I forced my leg between her thighs and buried my face on her neck. She neither accepted nor resisted as I bit her shoulder and neck and dug my fingernails into her back. I wanted to take her. I bit hard at her breasts and forced my fingers deep in her cunt. Rachel suddenly reacted. She fought back savagely, forcing my mouth from her, and rolling me off her. She used her strength to pin my shoulders to the bed and climb on me and straddled my hips. I struggled to throw her off but all the strength I could muster did not dislodge her from the superior position.

The sudden surge of energy now left me momentarily exhausted. I relaxed. When I did Rachel eased her body over mine and shimmied down, keeping her hands firmly on my arms. As she reached my crotch, I felt her hot breath ignite my cunt. I relented and lay back. Rachel eased my legs apart and placed her mouth firmly on my lips and sucked vigorously. I exploded. Pussy juice surged from my aroused hole, the million-nerve ending around my clit combusted like a barrage of fireworks. I screamed with ecstasy. Never had I come with such suddenness. It was like lightning, or a freight train had wasted me in the blink of an eye. Rachel depleted me. I could not move only enjoy the sensual aftermath and she lazily licked my ravaged pussy.

If she wanted to leave, I could not physically stop her. My emotions and stamina were fully expended. “Please stay” I begged. Rachel did not leave. She spread the covers over us and positioned her arm across me. I slipped off into a dreamless sleep.

I awoke after dawn. Rachel was still beside me lying staidly on her back. She had not slept but vigilantly kept watch and quietly wrestled with her revealed demons. The muted light accentuated her visage. She did not speak; emotionless or resolute described her countenance. I turned on my side, rested my head on my arm and tried to assess the situation. Did our relationship deteriorate so rapidly? I was confused but decided to be as nonchalant as possible.

“What you thinking?” I asked as I casually extended a finger and traced lazy circled around her bellybutton. Her muscles twitched each time my finger arced across her lower belly, but her facial expression did not change. “Must be something deep.” I drew my finger out to the pronounced bump of her hip bone. Idly my finger found its way to the channel formed where her thigh met her abdomen and glided slowly towards the pinnacle of the delta of Venus. I reached the apex and paused for a second and then followed the shallow channel up her far side. At the far point of her pubic patch, I changed direction to brush the top edge of the soft hair. Having completed my voyage around the perimeter, I reversed course and retraced the path. I continued a few more circuits hoping for a reaction from Rachel but there was none.

“May I ask a question then?” without waiting for a reply I continued, “How did you get started?”

“My boyfriend” was the curt reply. “He was never really satisfied with my performance. He complained that I was too conservative; not adventuresome; too bland.” I almost gasped. I considered Rachel to be one of the most sexually liberated persons I ever met. What did her boyfriend want?

She continued, “He met a couple that was into open relationships. They wanted us to join them for a sexual free-for-all. I was never opposed to experimentation, but this made me feel inadequate as if I could not accommodate his sexual appetites without outside help. I reluctantly agreed.”

“We rented a small cabin in the Poconos for a weekend. For me, it was a never-ending blowjob and always an encore performance before a live audience. It seemed like I was always giving head to somebody as the spectators cheered me on. For my boyfriend it was a great liberating sexual adventure. His fondest memory was beating off with the other girl as I sucked and fucked her boyfriend.”

“That was the start. He routinely schedule threesomes at the house. The men were acquaintances he met on-line. When he tired of watching me with strangers, he arranged for women to be brought in. I only knew them by single names like Tiffany or Monique.”

“I never got over the feeling I was auditioning or performing before a hidden camera. When he accepted a position in Chicago, I had tired gebze escort of him and did not want to follow him. He went without me.” This comment jarred a memory from an early conversation. He left to practice in a bigger city, and she did not want to leave. However, when they crossed paths, they would get together. I wondered how often they made those connections.

“When he left these sexual escapades ended. I resumed a more or less normal routine; the occasional pick up in a bar, one-night stand, casual sex. Then I received a phone call asking for Gary. He had left the caller a voice message and she assumed he was still at his old number.”

“I told her he was no longer at this number and lied that I did not know where he could be reached. One thing led to another and . . .” Her voice trailed off as if in thought or trying to formulate her next sentence. “Well, she was the madam Gary used to procure the girl to complete the threesomes. She ran an escort service out of the DC area. We got to talking and she asked if I was interested. I think it was spite, but I said I would think about it. The rest just sort of happened.”

“And let me guess” I speculated out loud, “one of your first clients was Visnow.”

Rachel cracked a smile. “You have that Sherlock Holmes, analytical mind, don’t you? Not my first but that is how we met.”

“Lucky guess. That’s all.”

Rachel seemed to relax now that this secret chapter was now in the open. “I don’t know. I just don’t know. I can’t explain it.”

I felt relieved. I could accept this and move on. I felt I needed to make a gesture. Casually, I ran my finger up and down her torso tracing lazy figure eights on her cool flesh. “Any other sins to confess while you are in a penitent mood” I inquired facetiously?

Rachel remained somber and seemed to think a great deal before responding. “I sold some drugs at one time.”

This assertion did not surprise me, since I knew she was a casual pot user, but her follow on comments did.

“This has nothing to do with the occasional joint which I use when I need confidence.”

I was never aware that Rachel lacked confidence about anything. She was the most self-assured individual I ever met. This gave me pause.

“I was never a dealer, not even for pot. This was a crime of opportunity. Somewhat of a fluke and I took advantage of it.”

I did not press for details even though her intentionally vague comments aroused my curiosity. If she wanted to tell me, I was sure she would. After a brief silence, during which I altered my tracing to circumscribe her close-by nipple with concentric circles, she continued with the tale.

“It was early summer, and I was surfing down in Carolina. A tropic depression was making its way up the coast and gathering to hurricane strength. The waves and surf were the best I had ever seen in that area, spawning long curls that ran down the beach and would keep a surfer up for several seconds. However, the authorities were concerned. If the storm veered inland, the surf could become treacherous. As a precaution, the town banned people from entering the water. It may not have been enforceable but most everyone took it seriously and stayed on land. If the storm made landfall, I did not want to be trapped in town or stuck in my car in a traffic jam trying to go the mainland. I tossed the mental coin and decided to cut short my vacation and return to Baltimore.”

“It was dark when I left but well before the crowd, so I encountered minimum traffic until I reached the northbound interstate. It was dark. There were no lights on a long stretch of the highway and the clouds obscured any moonlight that may have brightened the road. I settled into a comfortable speed at the end of a line of cars with ample distance in front of me. Behind me was just the darkened highway.”

“Far behind me, I noticed in the rear-view mirror, multiple pairs of headlights weaving between the lanes and jockeying for positions. I was a bit unnerved as they closed on me. I slowed and drifted into the slow lane to allow them to pass. The lead car flew past me, jogged to the right and then back to the left passing a car in the process. A second car followed suit. The cars sped on amid a panic of brake lights and blinkers.”

“All seemed calm when a third set of lights appeared in my mirror attempting to catch the two lead cars. Before me the traffic jumbled as the drivers pulled out of the way hoping to avoid a collision. The final car passed me but was boxed in by the traffic. He slowed and fell into the driving pattern. I shifted lanes to stay behind him which I thought was the safest choice. As soon as I did, I crested a slight knoll; perhaps a quarter or maybe a half-mile before me were the red, white, and blue flashing light of a trooper. Traffic immediately slowed to well below the limit. I was behind the third car as we approached the vehicles pulled over on the side of the road. The driver before me slowed and put on his blinker to move over to the left lane. I slowed and dropped farther back. It was then I noticed an arm extended from the left rear window. It was holding what appeared to be a white cardboard bakery box. Just before the driver began a move to the right, the arm flung the box from the car. It landed on the grass just beyond the shoulder.”

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In the last chapter of Next Door I related how I became Mistress to the college freshman who lived next door. I will start this chapter with the last few sentences of the last chapter:

I soon unleashed multiples into Susan’s eager mouth. Susan kissed my vagina as I calmed. As I had informed my boyfriend, now I was content. I pulled the dildo out of Susan’s pussy and untied her.

“That was so sexy. Tying me and sitting on me and fucking me while you talked to your boyfriend. And your toes in my pussy. Then in my mouth. And finishing in my mouth after you were with your boyfriend. It just doesn’t get any sexier!”

“It was very sexy,” I agreed.

“I want to do that again. Especially when your boyfriend is on the phone with you.”

“We will,” I promised.

And we did.

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Weeks passed. At my behest, we frequented the Italian restaurant where we had first met Anthony. We always saw him there with his friend. I suspect he had become a regular in hopes of seeing Susan there again. Ignoring Susan’s protests, I invited him and his friend to dine with us. They were great dinner mates and Susan had warmed to Anthony.

I soon ordered Susan to date Anthony. She did and after some time she became intimate with him. She shared the details of their intimacy with me.

“I don’t have a lot of experience with guys. I’m not sure if I satisfy him,” she confided one night.

“Does he finish?”

“Always.”

“That’s a good start. Why the uncertainty about his satisfaction?”

“I don’t know. It just seems it should be more exciting. It pales in comparison to what we share.”

“Then spice it up.”

“How?”

“Different positions. Be creative. Make sure he sees the act. Put on a show.”

“A show?”

“Yes. Take charge. Get on top. Cowgirl. He’ll see your boobs bounce. Guys like that. Then reverse cowgirl. Then push your pussy back into his face while you take him in your mouth deep. Then reinsert him and repeat.”

“I don’t know if I can do all that. I don’t know how.”

“Then I’ll show you how. Invite him here on Saturday afternoon. We’ll have a tutoring session.”

“That’s a good idea. You can teach me some things.”

“You can watch us first and then do what we do. There’s a saying: ‘Be a lady in the kitchen and a whore in the bedroom.’ You want to snare Anthony. Use feminine guile and sex to get him. Even if the relationship doesn’t work out, he’ll never forget your name.”

Susan smiled.

“Just don’t let on to our relationship. No calling me Mistress. We’re just two horny girls.”

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We invited Anthony for lunch on Saturday afternoon. I flirted with him openly and after eating we lured him to the bedroom. We freed his erect penis and shared equitably. I undressed Susan and had her undress me. We teased Anthony for a while before I pulled him on top of me. He entered easily. Susan sat watching.

“Come join us, Susan,” I said as I took her hand. I pulled her in and kissed her. I whispered in her ear, “Lick my clit.”

Susan put her cute face in our lovemaking and exposed my clit. She gave me some tender kisses and licks while her boyfriend filled me with his young cock. He alternated a few times, withdrawing from me and pushing into Susan’s mouth. Then he would plunge back into me again. Susan remained on site, affectionately loving my clitoris.

I decided we would change positions. I lay Susan down on her back and then straddled her in the sixty-nine position. I had Anthony enter me from behind and we made love on Susan’s face. I tickled her clitoris and brought her to a quick orgasm. Again Anthony alternated between my pussy and Susan’s mouth. Suddenly he izmit escort pulled me by my hips tightly and kept himself pressed firmly inside me. His young penis throbbed robustly, filling me with his semen.

He pulled out still erect. I wasn’t about to let him get away with just one orgasm. I put him on his back and rode cowgirl, leaning on his pecs with my feet hooked on his thighs. I then reversed. I leaned on his ankles and held his head between my feet. This time we finished together. I pressed my pelvis into his orgasm, enveloping every millimeter of his throbbing erection, holding his testicles while he drained. As the pulsations receded, Anthony turned his head and gave each of my feet a kiss. I dismounted and Susan cleaned us up with a tongue bath.

Anthony recovered in surprisingly little time. It was now Susan’s turn. She proved to be a good student. She mimicked what I had done for the most part. On the reverse cowgirl she heeded what I had said and pushed her pussy into his mouth while she took him orally. She cupped and lifted his balls as she did. She surprised me with her ability to take him to the hilt and hold him there. She reinserted him into her vagina and elicited one more orgasm from him. He was spent. We cuddled in the afterglow.

“Anthony, we must insist you keep our fun in the strictest confidence,” I said, while I caressed his testicles.

“Don’t tell anyone,” Susan added. “No bragging to your friends. If I get any inkling that you’re boasting and dishonoring Diana and me, we’re through. No more Saturday afternoons.”

“I won’t tell. I swear!” Anthony cried.

“Good. Don’t,” Susan ordered.

We got dressed and Anthony and Susan left. My phone rang. It was my boyfriend.

“I called before. You didn’t answer.”

“I was in bed.”

“You never nap during the day. Are you sick?”

“No, I’m fine.”

“Then why were you in bed?”

I never lie to my boyfriend. “I was with my girlfriend.”

“Oh, that again? You’re funny.”

I remained silent.

“Just you two?”

“No. We invited her boyfriend.”

“You have a vivid imagination. So tell me, what did the three of you do?”

“My girlfriend doesn’t have much experience with guys. So I demonstrated how to satisfy him.”

“And how did you do that?”

“I first had him take me missionary style, then doggie, and finally cowgirl. Seeing how that brought the desired result, my girlfriend did the same. She’s a quick learner.”

“Nice fantasy.”

Again I remained silent.

“So when will you get here?”

“I don’t think tonight would be a good night for me to come over.”

“Why not?”

I was tired from my activities with Susan and Anthony and I thought it would be best to avoid intimacy with my boyfriend that same day. And I was sore from making love with Anthony.

“I’m a little tired.”

“You always spend Saturday night with me. Come over and I’ll make you feel better.”

I weakened and allowed him to talk me into it.

“Alright, I just need to take a shower and I’ll be over after that.”

“Can’t wait to see you.”

“Me too.” I showered, packed my overnight bag, and drove to his house.

He practically ambushed me at his front door. He soon had me on his bed where he proceeded to undress me.

“I know just what you need. Leave everything to me,” he ordered. He had me naked in no time and went straight for my vagina.

“That’s not a good idea right now,” I pleaded. Anthony had finished inside me only a few hours before.

“It’s a great idea,” he insisted.

“Please don’t…”

It was too late; his tongue was deep inside. After several licks he started sucking my juices and, unknown to him, Anthony’s emissions too.

“You taste great, as always. Don’t you feel better already?”

“You izmit anal yapan escort don’t know how that makes me feel,” I said as he swabbed my pussy by sucking it lustily. I was referring to my guilt that he was sucking another guy’s semen out of me. He inferred differently.

“You see? I know what’s best. You just relax,” he said into my vagina.

So I did. It was erotic to have a man’s loving kisses assuage my soreness caused by making love with another man. Normally I had Susan do that. This was nicer. It brought me to orgasm.

He then mounted me and inserted himself. He quickly finished and rolled off me.

“Feel better now?” he asked.

“Yes. Thank you for the loving attention.”

“My pleasure.”

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As per Susan’s request I had my afternoon delight with my boyfriend before returning home to her. We shared our girl time with its usual activities of her submitting to me while I ravaged her gorgeous body and face. We cuddled in the afterglow.

“How did I do yesterday?” Susan asked.

“You did great. You learn quickly.”

“I have a great teacher.” She hesitated. “It was your first session with Anthony and you had him kissing your feet,” she added with a hint of jealousy.

“That’s what I’m talking about. You please a guy to the extent that he adores you.”

“I think he does.”

I ignored the innuendo.

“But he’s your man, not mine. It’s your job to make him adore you. I just teach you how.”

Her jealousy was placated.

“So it’s a date next Saturday?” she asked.

“It’s a date every Saturday.”

We kept our trysts going. I trained Susan by example to make Anthony finish in her mouth and then audibly swallow. “Your deep throat technique is perfect. Make him finish when you want him to by tickling his balls. A guy loves having his woman take charge of his orgasms,” I instructed.

“You have perfect tits, Susan,” I continued. “Use them. Have Anthony titty fuck you and have him squirt on your face. Guys love doing that. It appeals to their inner Neanderthal by giving them a sense of conquering.”

“I don’t want a guy squirting on my face,” she protested.

“Do it anyway. Women use sex to trap a guy. We allow a guy to think he’s in charge until we have him under our thumb. That’s one of the tactics we use.”

“I won’t.”

I angered at her insolence.

“I’m your Mistress, Susan,” I reminded her sharply. “You will not defy me.”

“I’m sorry, Mistress Diana.”

I glared at her and then continued. “When Anthony is in the missionary position you will invite him to withdraw and place his erection between your tits. You will squeeze your tits together and have him fuck them. You will then have him reenter your pussy. Squeeze your tits again to invite him back up. He’ll take the bait. You’ll titty fuck Anthony until he squirts on your face. Make sure some gets in your beautiful hair. Rub his semen on your cheekbones, smiling and thanking him as you do. Do I make myself clear?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Now what are you going to do next Saturday?”

I’m going to have Anthony alternate between my pussy and my boobs and then cause him to orgasm. As he does I’ll hold his erection and point it at my hair and face. Once he’s done I will rub his semen into my face with a smile and thank him for squirting on my face.”

“Good girl. Then take his cock in your mouth and give it some kisses. Pat his penis and tell it ‘Good boy.'”

“I will do everything you’ve told me to do, Mistress.”

“That’s better. Everything I advise is for your benefit. Don’t refuse my advice.”

“I’m sorry, Mistress. It won’t happen again.”

Susan heeded everything I taught and soon had izmit yabancı escort Anthony wrapped around her finger.

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Our Saturday afternoon three-ways were followed by spending Saturday nights with my boyfriend. I had tried to hold him off from cunnilingus but he always insisted. So I let him have his way. One Saturday morning he called with plans for that afternoon.

“Sorry, I can’t. I already have a commitment this afternoon.” I didn’t want to elaborate.

“What commitment?”

“It’s a private affair.”

“What do mean by that?”

“I mean it’s private.”

“Are you seeing someone else?”

I never lie to my boyfriend. “Well, yes.”

“Who is he?”

“It’s a she.”

“You have a girlfriend?”

“Yes.”

“You have sex with her?”

“Yes.”

“Is she a lesbian?”

“She’s bisexual. She had very little experience with guys. I mentored her on how to make love with her boyfriend.”

“How did you mentor her?”

“By demonstrating.”

“With her boyfriend?”

“Yes.”

“How long has this been going on?”

“Every Saturday afternoon for the past months.”

“Why haven’t you told me?”

“I have told you.”

“What do you mean you have told me?”

“I’ve told you twice. You’ve called around the time of our instructional sessions and I told you I was in bed.”

The memory came back to him. “You were serious?” he gasped.

“I’ve never lied to you.”

There was a long pause. “You’ve been having sex with her boyfriend?” he asked, still incredulous.

“Yes.”

“What kind of sex?” he asked, still hoping for leniency.

“All kinds.”

He hesitated. “Did he come in your mouth?”

“Of course he did. You know how I love that.”

There was another long pause. “Did this guy come inside you?” he asked with a slight tremble in his voice.

“Always.”

He emitted a guttural sound, the sound a person makes just before vomiting.

“How could you do that to me?”

“I tried to explain Saturday nights weren’t good for me. You insisted I come over. I told you not to perform cunnilingus. You didn’t listen.”

“I didn’t know. “Why couldn’t you be true?” He started sobbing.

“True? We’ve dated for over a year. You haven’t given me a ring. You’ve never once mentioned the word ‘marriage’. You just want to play. And you demand fidelity? I’m a free woman. And you need to grow up.”

“We’re through, Diana. GOODBYE!” were his teary last words.

“Goodbye.” I rang off.

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It didn’t matter. Inspired by Susan’s grades, I had gone back to school to pursue a Masters Degree in Fine Arts. For several weeks I had been seeing one of my professors, who is almost exactly my age, after weeknight classes. With him I act the total ingenue. I acted ashamed when I fibbed to him that I had little experience with guys. I convinced him that my friskiness in bed was inspired by his sexiness. We are engaged to be married.

Anthony and Susan make a perfect couple and I see a bright future for them. I only hope she remains local after she graduates.

“So am I still your Mistress?” I asked her.

“You always will be.”

“Is Anthony your master?”

“My master? I wear the pants in our relationship. I control our sex life. He does what I say or he gets demoted to nothing more than a cock with a guy on the other end,” she growled.

This was a side of Susan I would never have guessed she had. She yields to my every whim; with her boyfriend she’s an assertive bitch.

I still enjoy my fun. Friday nights I’m a Mistress. Susan needs to submit to me and I satisfy her by using her as a sex toy. Her orgasms are healthy and her cute moans sound sweet. On Saturday afternoons we entertain Anthony. Saturday nights and Sunday are for my fiance’. Of course he knows nothing of my status as a Mistress to a young girl or my Saturday afternoon extracurricular activities. What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him.

Disclaimer: This doesn’t represent anything that has actually happened (to the best of my knowledge) and was written as erotic satire, purely to amuse the bored author of this story. All characters are 18+ and are participating in all parts of the sexual encounter consensually (because consent is REALLY fucking important).

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“First they want us to call us by their ‘chosen name’,” Laura sneers towards the camera, “next thing you know they’ll be trying to give us all sex changes and change everyone’s name to Vlad. News flash Liberals: this isn’t the USSR, and we won’t let you make this beautiful democracy into a communist society.”

“Cut,” the director yells.

Laura immediately stands up and storms off set. “Jessie,” she screams at the PA standing expectantly by the door, “my office now.”

The set makeup artist tries to intercept her with makeup-remover, but the icy glare she receives freezes her immediately.

“Jesus Christ, Jessie,” she growls as she storms towards her dressing room, the petite girl in tow, “I don’t ask for many things from you, but you always manage to screw them up. I asked for a nonfat double shot latte and got a matcha latte with fucking soy milk. What do I look like to you? Some goddamn bleeding heart liberal?”

“No ma’am,” the girl stutters, trying not to fall behind the larger than life television personality she is walking next to.

Laura continues on her tirade all the way back to the dressing room, quickly cycling through all of Jessie’s errors, real or imagined. When they reach the dressing room, Laura bursts through the door, pulling Jessie in behind her before slamming the door.

As soon as the door is closed and locked, the older woman begins stripping her clothes quickly, obediently, almost as if she has done this dozens of not hundreds of times. But that couldn’t be right? A notoriously homophobic female television personality stripping in front of her much younger, Latina PA who suddenly has a look on her face best described as dominant? The lady doth protest too much, methinks.

In just over a minute, Laura is kneeling on the floor naked, except for a collar and her heels, her head looking down at the floor.

“Thirty-seven seconds,” Jessie informs Laura in a calm voice, looking down at her phone. The only response Jessie receives is in the form of a whimper.

“Slut,” the dominant woman begins as she slowly walks around her sub, inspecting, “what did escort kocaeli I say about stripping?”

She waits for an answer, but Laura doesn’t respond. She knows better than to speak before being expressly told to do so. She’s fallen for that trick too many times.

Jessie smiles to herself and gives a silent laugh as she inspects the way Laura is clasping her hands. Left on top Monday, Tuesday and Thursday. Right on top Wednesday and Friday. Laura got it right this time.

“Speak slut,” she finally orders.

“Strip in under thirty seconds, ma’am,” Laura answers with trepidation. Jessie played around with other names–Mistress and Goddess to name a few–but ultimately she decided on ma’am as that is what she calls Laura in day-to-day life. She found role-reversal particularly stimulating. When she explained this to Laura, the older woman’s face turned red with humiliation. Jessie then teased her about the segment she had just filmed about how young people don’t respect the older generations anymore.

“Little girl,” she had ended with that day, “I don’t think that you want to be respected, do you? You want everyone to know how much of a slutty little whore you are. Am I right? Speak slut.”

Jessie had waited patiently for Laura’s response. She wasn’t sure if this was going to be the thing that finally made Laura utter their safe-word (everyone deserves consensual sex, even homophobic pieces of shit), but Laura finally responded, tears streaming down her face, “Yes ma’am.”

Jessie finds Laura’s apparent love of humiliation endlessly amusing.

“What happens to sluts who can’t do the one thing sluts are supposed to do, taking off their clothes, right?”

Laura whimpers as her mistress traces the curve of her ass up to the nape of her neck before yanking her head back with her hair. Jessie is standing above Laura, blocking the slutty conservative’s view of the ceiling of her dressing room, the dressing room she had earned through years of spouting homophobic bullshit.

“Open your mouth,” Jessie demands, her voice almost a growl.

Laura immediately obeys like the whore she is and is rewarded with a glob of spit, fresh from the source of her mistress’s mouth. Jessie smiles and laughs at the slut kneeling underneath her.

“Sluts who can’t even strip right get punished so that they learn,” Jessie answers her own question. “Stand up slut.”

Jessie admires the nipple and clit piercings on her sub, lightly stroking each one before pulling on gölcük escort it sharply. Laura tries to stay silent like she knows her mistress likes, but each time she lets out a soft grunt. Laura had been reluctant to get them done, but had eventually relented, although she brought a frankly ridiculous number of NDAs along with her to the tattoo parlor.

“Lean over the desk, you whore.” Jessie shoves Laura towards the desk.

Laura, as always acquiesces to Jessie, allowing her mistress to mold her over the table like play-dough. Her tits are pressed uncomfortably into a handful of pencils and paper clips onto the surface, but she doesn’t make a sound to announce her discomfort, just lets out a loud wanton moan.

“Shut the fuck up you stupid cunt.”

Laura’s wordless moan in response is answered by her twat being aggressively swatted by her mistress.

“You can’t seem to keep your fucking mouth shut, can you bitch? You must really love the punishment? Answer me slut.”

“Yes ma’am.”

“Yes ma’am, what?” Jessie demands, a cruel grin plastered on her face as she painfully massages her whore’s erect clit.

“I love being punished. I’m just a stupid little cunt who loves being punished and humiliated.”

“Laura,” Jessie growls, “You didn’t fucking refer to me as ma’am. You know what that means.”

Laura’s whimper answers that question.

Jessie silently pulls out an enormous ball gag from a drawer in the desk, coincidentally the same drawer that houses the MAGA hat gifted to her during an interview of a certain former president.

“Open up, bitch. Sluts who can’t give their superiors the proper respect they deserve don’t deserve the privilege of speaking.”

Jessie enjoys the way Laura’s face twists as Jessie calls herself a ‘superior.’ Her own PA, the lowest of lowliest types of subordinate, is dominating her. Laura wonders for the millionth time how she got herself into this position, but any reservations are quickly shoved away as she looks up at her mistress, the woman she can’t help but adore. She gets lost in the subtle curves of her hips and her tight perky breasts and gorgeous, luscious lips and her cute little ears and her…

“Slut!” her daydream is interrupted by a redoubtable roar. “I’ve called your name 3 times now. What the fuck is wrong with you?”

The slut in question’s face turns bright red, a color soon matched by her tits and ass.

Now that Laura has been properly punished, Jessie moves izmit sınırsız escort onto the next part of their routine.

In the beginning, before Laura was the well-trained slut she is today, Laura all but refused to eat Jessie out. Of course, her reluctance was quickly refuted by the frankly astounding vigor with which she ate out Jessie. Jessie had been around the Sapphic block a few times, so to speak, but, to her surprise, Laura Ingraham’s tongue was the most skilled one to have pleasured her. Laura had vehemently denied ever doing anything with a woman before–“not even a kiss,” she had claimed–but Jessie was no fool. She’d been with sapphic virgins before and none of them were so skilled with their tongues, not to mention the fact that Laura devoured her asshole without even being asked.

Now, Laura doesn’t even pretend to hide her insatiable appetite for PA pussy. As soon as punishment is through, she drops to the floor and looks up at her goddess expectantly. Jessie grins at her subby boss and pulls her chin up with a single finger. She spits in her boss’s face and laughs when she does nothing to clean off her face. The homophobic, racist, Dartmouth-educated former lawyer and television personality is kneeling, naked, with a rosy, bordering on bruised ass and tears streaming down her phlegmatic face in front of her card-carrying lesbian, Latina PA.

“So whore, this must be pretty fucking humiliating. Kneeling on the floor, in front of me. I don’t even have god damn business cards, yet I am telling you exactly what to do. You pretend that you are only doing this because I am forcing you, but the truth is that I am in no way, shape or form forcing you to do this. You could safe-word out at any point, and yet you never have. You could fire me at any point, but I’m the longest lasting PA you have ever had. You could even try to dom me, and you know I would probably let you, but you’ve never even thought about that, have you? You want this. You want this more than me even. Isn’t that the most humiliating thing? Tell me the truth, Laura Ingraham: do you want this? Speak slut.”

At this point, tears are streaming down her face, almost as fast as her juices are dripping down her inner thighs. “Yes ma’am,” she mumbles.

Jessie gives her a stern look.

Laura speaks louder, “I want this ma’am.”

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Authors Note: I apologize for any grammatical or spelling errors. I did my editing, rather quickly a that. I could write more of this if anyone wants it. I get a nice horny chuckle out of writing these things. I’m thinking about writing one about Kellyanne Conaway being dommed by her daughter’s best friend or Majorie Taylor Greene. Just let me know if anyone’s interested.

Prelude to Game Day:

Jen sat warily on a high-backed chair. Solid oak, uncomfortable at best. It was ten at night, Saturday. She was the only one in the small meeting room of the Alpha Pi sorority. A long table that could seat ten or more stretched out before her. Paneled walls and thick carpeted floors. Décor from a time long past. But that was Alpha Pi. An ancient among Greek organizations, unchanging in spite of ever-changing times.

The door opened; Jen turned to look. Claire Anderson was entering. She wore a white robe, just long enough to reach her knees. A hood went unused, hanging down her back. She walked past Jen to the far end of the table and sat down. Her hands slowly folded on the table in front of her.

The door opened again, and Jen chose not to turn this time. Two more girls entered, dressed the same as Claire. One passed her on either side. When they reached the far end of the long table, they took the next available chairs.

This whole thing was obviously choreographed as it repeated three more times until there were nine girls seated at the table, ten including Jen. They were all dressed in white robes. Jen was wearing the standard dress of college girls everywhere, jeans and a tee shirt with sneakers.

Game day was and had always been the apex of Alpha Pi’s initiation process. Where in the past, every first-year pledge would endure the challenges of Game Day, now, due to pressure from the University board, only one pledge was selected to represent all of the eleven pledges for the current year. That concession, however, came with enormous resistance from current Alpha Pi members as well as local women who were Alpha Pi alumni. These women were now established businesswomen, successful and major donors to both the university and the sorority. And Alpha Pi women did not like change.

Even though Jen had not been given a reason for this meeting when she was notified by typed instructions enclosed in an Alpha Pi envelope, the rumors among the pledges had circulated for weeks. Who would be the girl chosen for Game Day? Well, Jen, sitting there alone with all of the senior sisters on this Home Coming Weekend, she was fairly sure she knew.

Claire stood. “You must know why you are here.”

Jen nodded. None of the others looked at her as they continued to look down at the table.

“We once celebrated Game Day in a much different way.” She looked at Jen. “I’m sure you are aware.”

Jen remained quiet but she was all too aware of the stories of past Game Days where a dozen or more pledges were sent out of the sorority house totally nude, running in all directions as crowds of students cheered. But that was all she knew. The rest remained hidden to history.

“You should know that you were selected by a committee of both senior sisters and alumni.” She motioned and two girls stood up. They slowly walked around the others, approaching Jen.

“Stand.” One girl said. When Jen was up, they took her by each arm and led her to a small, raised platform near the center of the room. They guided her up onto it and returned to their seats.

Claire spoke again. “Remove your clothes.”

Jen stood there. Expecting, something, not knowing, she paused.

“We have other pledges.” Claire said. “This is not a debate.”

Jen slowly searched for the hem of her tee and as she pulled it over her head, she watched Claire settle back on her chair. With the tee in her hand, she seemed unsure what to do with it.

Finally, she simply let if fall to the floor. Using her toe, she kicked off one of her sneakers and then the other. Jen was a tall slender girl. She was small breasted and where she might wear a sports bra on occasions, usually, like now, she wore none at all. Her fingers trembled as she worked down the zipper of her jeans. She took a deep breath, looked at Claire, saw a bit of a smirk on her face and began working the tight jeans over her slim hips. As she freed one leg and then the other, she realized that all of the girls had turned toward her and were now watching.

For some reason she found herself straightening the jeans and then realized how ridiculous that must look and dropped them. There she stood. On a stage in just her panties.

“And now?” Claire asked.

Jen thumbed the top of those sky-blue panties and eased them over her hips. When they were at her knees, she let them drop and stepped free of them. There she was, long legs, athletic figure, neatly shaved pubic region. The first girl on the far side of the table stood. She walked around the table, behind Claire and up to Jen. She smiled at her. “A long tradition.” She whispered. Her fingers brushed the inside of Jen’s thigh and she moved on, out the door.

The next girl stood and made a similar voyage until she was in front of Jen. “A very long tradition.” Her hand eased between Jen’s legs and slowly inched its way up until a finger traced the folds of Jen’s labia. Then she was gone.

The third girl was an African American. A track star and on a full kocaeli escort scholarship. As she approached Jen, she grinned. “I wish it was like years past.” Her hand cupped Jen’s ass as she leaned forward and placed a kiss on Jen’s abdomen. Jen watched her walk to the door. When she turned to look, she winked at Jen.

Five more girls, one at a time, stopping at Jen, offering some type of encouragement. They also managed to touch Jen in very intimate ways, each one a bit more aggressive than the other. The last girl managed to slip her middle finger into Jen’s vagina and hold it there until she started to tremble.

When the last girl had left and only Jen and Claire remained, Claire stood and walked to in front of Jen. She removed and golden braded cord from a pocket and eased it around Jen’s waist. There was a small blue pouch attached to the cord and Claire tied it, so the pouch was at Jen’s left side.

Claire looked at Jen. “What do you know of Game Day?”

Jen shrugged. “Not much.”

“Good.” Claire said. She removed a piece of folded paper from a pocket. She handed it to Jen. “Open it once you are outside.” She said. “There are ten addresses on the list. Go to them in order. You should receive a token from each place. Put them into this pouch.” She touched the velvet bag. “Here.” she said. She took Jen’s hand and helped her step down from the platform. “One more thing.” Claire said. She began to untie her robe. As it slipped off of her shoulders, a most amazing nude Claire was being revealed. Claire removed her robe and held it out so Jen could put it on.

“Really?” Jen asked. She was sure she was going to be sent out onto the streets totally naked.

“It’s a new day for Alpha Pi.” She smiled. “Not one that pleases us.”

When Jen just stood there, Claire offered. “You should go. You have until ten AM tomorrow. It’s nearing eleven now.” Jen seemed confused. Claire added. “Reach the tenth address before ten and in possession of the first nine tokens.”

“Or?” Jen asked.

Claire smiled. “You are representing your entire class of pledges.” Claire paused. Then she added. “If you fail, the entire group will be expelled from the sorority.”

Jen fumbled with tying the robe and then stuffed the paper into her pocket and out the door she went. Claire smiled to herself and sat back down into the chair at the head of the table.

A moment later, a mousy haired girl looked into the room. “They told me you would be needing these clothes.” She held out a stack, all neatly folded.

Claire waved her in. When the girl was directly in front of Claire, still holding the clothes, Claire said. “I’m sure I saw you on registration day, but I have not had a chance to introduce myself. Slowly Claire lifted her right leg until it draped over the arm of the chair. Then, she raised her left leg, placing it over the opposite arm.

Clair patted her mound. “Put the clothes down. You can help me get dressed later.” The girl was clearly nervous as she placed the clothes on the table and then began to kneel. Once down, Claire cupped her angelic face with her hands. She looked into the girl’s eyes and said. “We have all been where you are. Every Alpha Pi has been there. I, most certainly have been there.”

The girl nodded. Claire guided her to her waiting sex and leaned back. As the first pass of a warm moist tongue stimulated her clit, Claire closed her eyes. Then, she whispered. “It was not a position I will ever regret being in.” Her fingers found the girls hair and she laced her fingers in it. “But.” She tugged at the girl, urging her onward. “I much prefer it this way.”

Thirty minutes later Claire had to push the girl away. Two orgasms had filled the room with the musky aroma of sex. The girl helped a helpless Claire to dress. When she was finally clothed, she leaned forward and kissed the girl on a still slippery, cum covered mouth. “You are going to make an excellent Alpha Pi.”

“Thank you.” The girl said and immediately wondered why she was thanking the girl she had just serviced.

“One more piece of advice.” Claire said and she kissed the girl again. A long, slow, sensuous kiss. “As you graduate through the ranks at Alpha Pi, and you are blessed to have future pledges at your service,” She looked into the girl’s eyes. “Use them, enjoy them,” Claire said. “But always remain grateful.” She put her arm around the girl and the two left the room.

Token Number 1:

It was not as Jen had expected. Outside, it was dark and quiet. No crowds, no cheering. She was thankful for that at least. She removed the paper and looked at the list. 80 University row. “Damn.” She said and hurried down the steps and headed across the quad.

Ten minutes later she was at the door of number 80. It was a large, brick three story in an area where many of the professors lived. The door opened. There, Jen was greeted by Professor Margret Owings. A forty-year-old American History Professor who no longer lectured but spent her time in the research department. She kocaeli escort bayan stood there in a short silk East Asian robe. “I wondered who they might choose. And look, we are dressed alike.”

“Excuse me?” Jen asked. “Oh, you mean robes?”

Margret nodded. “Oh. The talk has been about little else since the Alpha Pi’s announced that there would indeed be Game Day.” Margret smiled. “But please, come in.” She moved to the side to make room.

The foyer was immense. Marble floors, a chandelier, dark woodwork. Jen just stood there taking it all in. Then Margret took her hand. “Come with me.” As they entered a small cozy den, Jen saw a man sitting in a large green leather chair, reading a newspaper, and smoking a pipe. He looked up.

“Harland. This is the Alpha Pi girl I told you about.” She ran her arm around Jen’s waist.

“I see.” Harland said. “Well, good for you then.” He turned back to his paper.

Margret turned Jen toward a long stairway. “Let’s you and I go find that token, shall we?”

Once upstairs, Margret led Jen down a long hallway to a set of double doors. Margret looked over her shoulder and smiled. “My boudoir.” She pushed the doors open to reveal an expanse of white carpet and a large king size bed among other furnishings.

Jen watched Margret go to a dressing table and open a jewelry box. She removed something and walked to the far side of the bed. She looked at Jen and held up the token. “I will place this here on the nightstand. She did so and then she untied her robe. As she watched Jen, she slipped it from her shoulders, letting it drop to the floor. She kneed her slim tanned body onto the bed. “So, you are there, I am here and the token,” She pointed behind her. “Is there.” She reached for a remote and the lights in the room dimmed. Jen looked over her shoulder at the open door.

“Don’t concern yourself sweety.” Margret explained. “Harland is harmless, he has his own room and rarely ventures this far down the hall.”

After a second, Jen shrugged her shoulders and untied her robe. She left the gold rope with the pouch in place. Margret was sliding to the center of the bed. Her legs were apart was waiting there with what looked to Jen as lust in her eyes.

Jen kneed herself up and leaned forward letting their lips brush together. “When they told me I had been awarded a token, well, it has been all I could think about.” Margret ran a hand behind Jen’s neck and the two kissed like lost lovers.

Then Jen felt that hand pressing on the top of her shoulder. “But.” Margret whispered. “Right now, you need to earn that token.”

Jen began kissing her way along Margret’s chin, down her neck. Finding her breast, Jen suckled it and moved on. Over her abdomen, she was pleased that Margret’s pubis was shaved except of a narrow strip leading to an already protruding clitoris. Jen let her tongue lick at it causing Margret to flinch.

Jen maneuvered herself in between Margret’s legs and those long sensuous legs spread apart to accommodate her. When Jen ran her tongue the length of Margret’s sex, the woman shuddered beneath her. Margret pulled her legs up and placed her feet onto Jen’s back. Margret began to work her ass up and down and she was humming and moaning. Jen kept the pace for about ten minutes and then with out warning, she shoved the length of her tongue as deep into Margret as she could. Margret gripped Jen’s hair. She pressed her feet down hard, she began grunting. Her ass was flailing up and down. Jen could taste the fluids seeping from Margret’s pussy.

Margret was gasping for air. “Oh, my God.” She whimpered. Finally, Jen slowed. She placed kisses on an impressive clit, then she sucked it into her mouth and Margret went hysterical. She cussed, begged, and cried out until Jen finally freed the captive pearl.

The two lay together for a few minutes until Margret patted her on her head. Jen looked up. Margret smiled. “I could keep you right there all night, but I think there may be more tasks ahead for you.” Jen just nodded.

“The bathroom is there.” Margret pointed. “Go wash up.” Jen slipped off of the bed, gathered her robe and disappeared into the bath. Minutes later, she reappeared to find Margret sitting on the edge of her bed holding the token. She was still nude.

Jen came over to her, and Margret held out the token. Jen opened the small pouch and Margret dropped it in.

“Let’s get you on your way.” Margret said and she led Jen down the stairs. At the door, Margret was enjoying a final goodbye kiss from a freshly washed Jen.

“I’m assuming a happy-ending then?” The two turned to see Harland standing there with a glass of milk.

“Very.” Margret said. She waited until Jen was down the walk and out of sight until she closed the door.

When she turned around, Harland was smiling. “You seem much happier tonight than with your other visitors.”

Margret came over and kissed her husband on the cheek. “Darling, if you were not so rich and understanding, kocaeli escort I would leave you tomorrow.”

As she turned away, Harland said. “Lucky me. But I’m guessing it is my understanding that pleases you most.”

Token Number 2:

Jen found a streetlight and looked at the list again. “2840 Elliot Street, Apartment D.” She was thinking, trying to remember where Elliot Street was. About then a car started a few doors away and the headlights came on. It eased forward and stopped in front of Jen. It was a red and black Mini Cooper. The power window lowered, and Jen looked in. It was a pledge from the sorority. Jen didn’t know her except to see her in the hall. “This can’t be coincident.”

Jen was looking at the petite face of a mousy haired girl with a broad smile. “It’s not. Get in.” She floored the mini. “Some of us thought you might have a problem with directions so…….”

“So what?” Jen asked. “Is this approved? Do they know you’re here?”

“What’s the fucking address?” Mousy asked. Jen told her. “And no, it’s not illegal.” She said. “Sort of.”

“What do you mean, sort of?” Jen was getting nervous.

“In the community room.” She said. “In the sorority house.” She looked a Jen. “Over the fireplace there is a motto. When it comes to winning, it’s not how, it’s how much.”

“Well, that’s going to be pretty weak in court.” Jen said.

“Well, all of us getting kicked if you don’t show up with those tokens will be a bit of a problem too.” Mousy offered. She jammed the brakes and turned into the apartment complex. She came to a stop in front of 2840.

Jen started to object but mousy raised a hand. “Just fucking go, will you.”

When Jen reached apartment D, she had no idea who would greet her, but she rang the buzzer. When the door parted, she found herself with her mouth wide open, unable to speak. “Jen.” The woman said. “How nice of you to stop by.”

“Ms. Ms. Crandall.” Jen stammered.

“Please, let’s use Anna, shall we.” She said.

Jen was still shocked to find her favorite person at the university, Anna Crandell, women’s athletic director, standing in the doorway. Anna took her hand and guided her inside so she could close and lock the door. Without warning, Anna wrapped her arms around Jen’s neck and pulled her up close. She kissed her aggressively. “After all, you are here to earn a token, right?”

Jen just nodded. Anna was a 36-year-old former Olympic silver medalist high jumper. She was a 6-foot 3-inch collection of wiry muscles. She was attractive, yes, but her uniqueness was in her physical presence. She was the perfect example of the masculine female. And she was black.

Anna pointed down a hallway. “Last door on the right.” She leaned in and let her lips brush Jen’s. She whispered. “You go get comfortable on my bed and I will be right along.” She turned Jen, passing a hand over her ass as she pointed her down the hall.

Jen entered a not so roomy bedroom. Well, compared to Margret’s. She untied the robe and slipped it off. She tossed it on a chair and crawled onto the bed. Waited. But not for too long. The door opened and when Anna entered, the immediate aroma of pot filled the air. She was taking a huge draw as she leaned over the bed offering a joint to Jen. Jen knew she had a long night in front of her, so she took a hit and passed it back. Anna reached for an ashtray on the nightstand, took one more hit and crushed out the roach.

Anna looked at Jen. She was wearing silk lounging pajamas. “My, my.” Anna said. “Why don’t you scoot down a little?” Jen did. “A little more?” Anna said. Jen did.

She never took her eyes off of Jen as she unbuttoned her top. Slowly she slipped it off. Then, she thumbed her bottoms and they slid away from such a sleek frame. As Jen watched, Anna picked up a small tube from the nightstand. It looked like lipstick as she pulled the top off. “You like raspberry?”

Jen offered a blank stare. “No matter.” Anna crawled onto the bed and crossed a leg over Jen. She lowered the tube and began to rub it along her labia.

She made a couple of circles around and over her clitoris. Then as Jen watched, she eased the tube into her vagina. She used a finger to press it deep inside. Then, she smiled and cupped a hand between her legs as the disappearing tube slipped free. She smiled at Jen.

“There have been a few nights when I would masturbate while thinking of you.” Anna eased one knee forward and then the other until she was across Jen’s middle. She ran her fingers over Jen’s breasts. “So small.” Anna whispered. She leaned forward and kissed one nipple and then the other. “I do love tiny breasts.” She slid a knee forward once more. It pressed Jen’s shoulder onto the bed. Then her other knee. Jen could not move but she was not sure she wanted to.

Anna ran a finger under Jen’s chin. She lifted, looking down at her. “I’m going to put my cunt on your mouth.” Jen would have nodded if Anna were not holding her face that firmly. She eased forward a little more. “I don’t care if you enjoy it this way.” She ran her hands between her legs and used her index fingers to open her sex. Anna’s complexion was quite dark. The contrast of the pink inner lining of her labia was striking. Jen raised her head. She wanted to lick it. To taste it.

Annika was unquestionably the center of attention at dinner that night. She had travelled all over the world and was a gifted storyteller, with a seemingly endless supply of anecdotes both funny and harrowing. She was also an exceptionally beautiful woman in a roomful of lesbians. Jodie, in particular, hung on her every word, finding her amazingly worldly and glamorous.

She drank in the attention with relish, enjoying the feeling of all the eyes on her. The last year of her recently ended relationship had been difficult, full of tension and simmering hostility. So the easy, free-flowing feeling of this evening was a tonic for her soul.

When it came time for dessert, Annie appeared with a tray full of bowls of chocolate mousse. She was wearing a cat-that-ate-the-canary grin, and as she began to set the bowls down in front of the women at the table, Monika explained why.

“What you see before you is no ordinary mousse,” she said, and went on to explain that it was laced with hashish that a friend of hers had recently brought back from the highlands of Morocco. She also warned them that it was hard to calculate the dosages exactly, and that they should proceed with caution.

Everyone tentatively dipped their spoons into the chocolatey goo and brought them to their mouths. There was a loud round of oohs and aahs, and then they all began to dig in in earnest. It was so delicious that Monika’s warning was soon forgotten, and soon all five bowls were empty.

Miss White sat back in her chair, feeling deeply contented but also abuzz with anticipation. Something was going to happen; she didn’t know what exactly, but she was sure it was going to be fun.

* * *

Lina Santini peeked out of the kitchen at the poker game that was underway in her dining room. Her husband was at the head of the table; on one side were their houseguests, a couple of old friends from New York City; and on the other side were the Thompsons, Jim and Carol. That meant that Kristin would be home alone.

At the poker table drinks were flowing, chips were flying, and the players were loudly exchanging silly jokes and friendly trash-talk. Nicola was in the living room playing video games with their houseguests’ young son, and would be occupied for a while. Lina was sure that no one would miss her.

Had she stopped to think about what she was doing, Lina probably would have chickened out. But seeing the opportunity, she moved to seize it without hesitation. She slipped out the back door and a minute later she was in the Thompsons’ yard, walking up to the door that led to their kitchen like she had a thousand times before.

She’d been thinking about her little tete-a-tete with Kristin all day, and had a hard time concentrating on the cooking she had to do. At one point she’d completely burned a casserole and had to start over. She couldn’t have said why, exactly, she found the whole thing so exciting and memorable. Was it just that it was so naughty, so secret? Or was there something different about kocaeli escort bayan Kristin, something special?

Lina found Kristin in the kitchen, working on a piece of pie and a glass of milk. Their eyes met and each one knew what the other was thinking; nothing needed to be said. Lina took Kristin by the hand and together they made their way upstairs.

As soon as they reached Kristin’s bedroom they quickly shed their clothes and they were on each other, kissing passionately, sucking each other’s breasts, then tumbling onto the bed and curling into 69 position. They gorged on each other through several epic orgasms, heedless for the moment of anything but their mutual pleasure.

Finally Lina rolled over onto her back and lay for a minute catching her breath, feeling the most delightful spasms ripple through her womb. Then she stood up and got dressed. For a moment she sat on the edge of the bed, looking down into Kristin’s big blue eyes. Kristin started to say something, but Lina silenced her with one finger amply perfumed with Kristin’s own juices. There was nothing that needed to be said. Shrugging, Lina kissed Kristin on the forehead and turned to go.

* * *

At first Miss White wasn’t sure if the special mousse was having any effect on her. She had a general sense of well-being, but then she’d been feeling pretty damn good anyway.

Then Monika again requested her company on a trip to the wine cellar, and it seemed to take forever to get there. Time had slowed way down, and every little sensation was magnified: the yellow glow of the clock on the microwave, the combination of smells emanating from the kitchen, the sound of her own footsteps on the floor.

When they finally reached the cellar Monika threw her arms around Miss White and held her close. “Thank you so much for being here,” she said. “It’s really made a difference.”

Miss White was a little taken aback, but not in a bad way, just surprised at the sudden display of emotion. “It’s been a pleasure,” she said. “Honestly, I feel really lucky that we met you.”

Monika pulled back a little but kept ahold of Miss White’s hands. “You’re a very unique person,” she said, gazing warmly into Miss White’s eyes. “And Jodie’s a wonderful girl. I think the two of you are going to be very happy together.”

Miss White wasn’t sure what to say to that. She hadn’t been giving much thought to the future, other than a vague awareness that at some point they would have to get back to Las Vegas and then home to Bowmore. The idea that what she had with Jodie might be something lasting… it was hard to imagine, but neither could she discount it.

Suddenly Monika was kissing her — a soft, slow, sensual kiss that was less romantic than an expression of mutual affinity and affection. When it was over they smiled at each other, Monika grabbed an ancient bottle of cognac she’d been saving, and they headed back upstairs.

In the kitchen they ran into Annie and Jodie, on their way from the dining room laden izmit escort bayan with armfuls of dirty plates. As Monika began to cut into the cap of red wax covering the brandy bottle, Miss White stood watching the two young women bustle about the kitchen. Their movements looked choreographed, as if they’d been a team for years.

Suddenly Miss White had a vision of Jodie in her uniform working alongside Annie in hers. It was too bad that Jodie’s uniform was back at ABD House, as it would have made for a delightful scene. Maybe someday Monika and her entourage would come for a visit… though ABD lacked the intimacy of Monika’s home, it had a lot to offer in terms of hospitality.

When Monika had the top off the bottle, she told the two girls to grab snifters and they all walked back to the dining room. Upon arriving there they saw something that made them stop and gape.

Annika was stretched out on the surface of the table stark naked. The sixth bowl of mousse — the one that would have been Angel’s — had been left sitting on the tray; so Annika had covered her boobs, belly, and crotch with the sticky chocolate. Her eyes had been closed when they came in, but they opened now, and the invitation in them was clear.

Monika smiled. This kind of slutty behavior was a little out of character for Annika, but Monika knew that her ex-girlfriend, Bree, had been pretty controlling and kind of uptight. It had never really been clear to Monika what Annika saw in Bree, and she was happy that Annika had finally gotten herself free of that situation. Obviously she had some lost time to make up for.

The four standing women looked around at each other, silently negotiating. After a few seconds Monika and Miss White indicated with their eyes that the younger women should go first, and so Annie and Jodie took up positions on either side of Annika, and each of them began to lick mousse off a breast. Annika moaned gently, her mouth curled into a beatific smile.

Next Monika leaned over the table and began to lap softly at Annika’s navel. This left Miss White with the pièce de résistance, and she did not decline the honor. Pulling up a chair, she sat down and craned her neck until she was right over the “V” between Annika’s legs. She began by extending her tongue and starting to clean the chocolate from Annika’s soft nest of blond pubic hair. She was never going to get it all, but that was no reason not to try.

When Annika’s bush was as clean as it was going to get, Miss White parted her legs and began to work on the trickles that were running down her inner thighs. Annika’s leg muscles trembled and contracted; Miss White could feel them with her tongue, but her eyes were firmly fixed on the glistening pink prize in the middle.

Miss White held off as long as she could, but finally dove in for a creamy mouthful of combined pussy and chocolate. It was luscious beyond belief, and for a few minutes Miss White lost her mind, gobbling away at Annika’s cunt with gebze escort complete abandon.

When she finally sat back to catch her breath, it was apparent that Monika, Annie, and Jodie had long ago finished their “portions” and had been standing there sipping brandy and watching. Miss White grinned wanly; one could hardly blame her for getting carried away.

Suddenly it seemed important to Miss White that Jodie experience what she just had. There was still a little mousse left in the bowl, so Miss White smeared it onto Annika’s crotch, then stood up from her chair and and sat Jodie down into it. Taking hold of Annika’s ankles, Miss White spun her and draped her legs over Jodie’s shoulders.

Jodie hesitated for a second; it was hard for her to believe that she deserved such a special treat. But when she felt the gentle pressure of Miss White’s hand on the back of her head, she went with it, and soon she was burrowing into Annika’s pussy as if looking for buried treasure.

Monika felt now that it was time for the next step, so she pulled off her dress, shimmied out of her panties, and climbed up onto the table. She dipped two fingers into the bowl and spread a little chocolate onto her mons; then fed a little into Annika’s mouth; and then there was no difference anymore, as Annika’s face disappeared between Monika’s legs.

Miss White poured herself a snifter and sat down to watch for a bit. She felt happy and relaxed, but gradually became aware of a certain yearning in her loins, the sense of an unscratched itch. Just then Annie, who had a finely honed instinct for service, appeared in front of her.

Dropping to her knees, Annie looked up at Miss White with big, submissive eyes. She loved nothing more than to be of use, and Miss White was in a position to offer her an opportunity to do so. And so Miss White obligingly lifted her skirt, slid off her panties, and spread her legs. Annie scooted forward and began to happily minister to the older woman’s needs.

When Jodie paused to give her tongue a rest, she looked up into Monika’s eyes and saw a powerful hunger there. In a flash of insight she realized that what was between Monika and Annika was more than they were letting on; maybe even more than they themselves were aware of. They had a long history together, and maybe also a future?

Jodie wriggled out from underneath Annika and without missing a beat Monika bent down to take her place, tightly gripping Annika’s butt cheeks as they 69ed. Jodie left them to it and went over to where Miss White was sitting, snifter dangling from one hand as Annie’s head bobbed between her legs.

Miss White beckoned Jodie closer, and next thing she knew she found herself being spun and pulled down onto her mistress’s lap. Still holding the brandy in one hand, Miss White used the other to raise Jodie’s skirt and pull the crotch of her panties aside so Annie could lick her too. Which Annie did obediently and quickly.

Taking a sip from her glass, Miss White used her other fingers to part Jodie’s labia. Annie’s tongue slid deftly inside, and Jodie moaned, trembled, and leaned her weight back against Miss White. For while there, time came to a complete stop; the next thing any of them were aware of was the clock in the hallway striking midnight.

I was eager to ride, ride like a cowgirl, and I growled, “Lie back Mom, let me ride your stiff cock, I wanna ride you like a cowgirl!”

I was also eager to see my Mom’s tattoo, and as she lay back, I got my face in there, kissing her tummy, taking a close look. She had the same design of a rose and a carnation branch twined together, except just above the branches, was a stylized D S, hmm, I wonder what…then it hit me. D S were the initials of my fiance’s Mom, Donna Selton…and Donna’s tattoo, with the letters L T…Lisa Talbot, my Mom’s name. My Mom’s favorite flower was the rose, and I knew that Donna’s favorite was the carnation. They had known each other for 13 months, ever since my fiance, Donald, and I had announced our engagement. Looked like they had gotten to know each other very well. I looked up at my Mom, and her eyes sparkled.

“I’ll tell you all about what our tattoos represent when we have more time. Right now, I just want to see you ride, baby, ride your Mom’s hard cock, and make yourself cum like crazy!”

I took position and looking around, I could see the orgy was in full swing. Julia Sweeney was being worked over by Bonnie, Carlene, Donna, and Missy, Missy was lapping away at her creamy center, Donna was eagerly licking at her tight ass, and Bonnie and Carlene were sucking and licking her breasts. Chantel Mortensen, Victoria Springer, Faye Belmont, and Traci Conners joined the group, and the gentle buzz of vibrators filled the air as there were 9 bodies writhing together, hands, mouths, fingers, tongues, and toys of pleasure, a profusion of giving and receiving pleasure, cries, and moans of lust filling the air.

Others were in one on one combinations, I saw Samantha Blaner and Laurie Jo Fetter on their hands and knees, ass to ass, a stiff 18-inch dildo bonding their cunts together. I could see their sexy asses smack together as they bucked back and forth, grunting with pleasure. Next to them, Aimee Jorner and Angie Sagen were in a tight 69, pumping each other’s pussy with their fingers, and then applying their mouths to each other. There was also a 6 girl daisy chain going on, Lauren Whitter, Pam Saunders, Katie Simmons, Maureen Wilson, Brooke Richardson, and Renee Harper were in a closed circle of lust, eager mouths cleaved to hot, dripping wet pussies, oh fuck, it was beyond exciting.

Watching this had turned my own cunt into a gushing, burning pit of lust. I grasped the dildo, feeling the juices of Missy’s cunt smeared up and down the shaft. The idea that Missy’s juices were going to join my juices thrilled me, I eagerly mounted up, and slammed my cunt down, letting out a loud squeal as I felt my cunt get impaled, my pink walls getting the splitting open I love.

“Fuck, oh fuck, it’s so hot, fuck!” I howled.

I rode that hard dildo, watching the action and feeling the lust growing rapidly, until my orgasm felt like a beast, ready to pounce.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, yes, yes, oh yes, FUCK YES!”

I let out a howl of pleasure, as I felt my pussy explode, I was almost out of control, my pussy was spasming crazily, juices gushing, I let out a rising shriek as I just roared into another orgasm, oh fuck, I couldn’t stop, I was into multi-orgasms, oh my god, one on top of another, my body was hammered with sizzling, nonstop pulses of radiating pleasure, I was hyperventilating, ready to pass out, and I yanked myself up and off, and flopped down beside my Mom. My pussy was still having mini shock waves pulse through it, I had to clamp my hand tightly against my pussy to get the sensations to calm down. The world swam back into focus as my breathing started to return to normal. I looked up to see my Mom, looking worried.

“It’s ok Mom, I just couldn’t stop cumming, everything was just too sexy, and once I started cumming, I couldn’t stop,” I said softly.

My Mom smiled at me, leaned down, and kissed me very softly.

“Would you like to take a break baby?” she asked.

“Just izmit escort bayan for a few minutes, let me get my breath back, that’d be great Mom,” I replied.

“I think I’ll go and join the group that Donna is in, I think they can use another hard stiff strap-on to play with!” my Mom giggled.

I drifted for a few minutes, listening to cries of pleasure and joyous sounds of orgasm. I opened my eyes, looked up, and there were Lauren, Pam, Katie, Maureen, Brooke, and Renee, the 6 friends who had been in a daisy chain. They were smiling at me.

Brooke cooed, “Are you ready for more bridal showers Syndie?”

I nodded eagerly, and Brooke took position over my face, her pussy hovering mere inches over my mouth. She had a well-trimmed pubic tuft of chestnut-colored hair above her opening, her opening was bare and free of hair, and I discovered that I was quickly starting to like the bare, smooth opening. The scent of her heated tunnel filled my nostrils, Ummm, a rich intoxicating scent, I was so eager to lick her.

“Lick my pussy, taste how hot and wet I am for your sexy mouth, lick me, baby, lick me until I squirt all over your sweet face,” Brooke whispered huskily.

I was happy to do so, seeing that dark pink seam, slightly parted, dewy wet, and syrupy with her juices, drew my mouth like a bee to meadow flowers. Listening to her long moan of pleasure as I licked at that inviting opening spurred me on. I pulled her pussy against my face and went at her ravenously, her juices had a tart taste that made my taste buds tingle. I ran my tongue in as deep as I could, eager to taste her as deeply as possible. Her soft cries of pleasure urged me on.

“Oh yes, lick my Syndie baby, oh god, feels so good, so good,” Brooke moaned.

As I eagerly did so, I thought, for a novice cunt licker, it sounds like I’m doing pretty good. I grinned, then I went after her clit, that hard, stiff, bulging beauty. I surrounded her, and took her most personal organ between my lips, I quickly shoved in three fingers, stuffing her pussy, and started to finger fuck her wildly.

“Yes, yes, fuck my pussy, fuck me, make me cum all over your face baby!” Brooke growled.

Her breathing was becoming choppy, she started to grunt, and rotate her hips, and I was once again hot for another bridal shower.

“Fuck, oh fuck, yes, yes, oh god, yes, yes, YES!”

I felt her pussy clamp at my plunging fingers, then the wet stream hit me, and my face was once again getting a juicy bridal shower, Brooke letting out squeals of pleasure, riding her orgasmic wave, giving my face another wet, juicy facial.

As Brooke pulled herself up, and Lauren settled into position over me, I decided that this was the best bridal shower I could get. The day went on, the orgy went on, and everyone made sure to give my face their special bridal shower. I learned not only how to be the best pussy licker I could, but also how to polish the G spot, and I made sure that everyone gave my face the wettest, juiciest showers I could get. Ummm, the feel of my mouth being surrounded, buried in the heated, gushing pink folds of my friends, my soon-to-be Mom-in-law Donna, and my Mom, was erotic beyond compare, and after getting my face plastered by everyone, my cunt was eager for more.

Lauren and Renee took me, and on one of the mattresses, I felt their soft, gentle hands cupping my breasts, caressing them gently, tweaking lightly at my stiff, hard nipples. I then crawled up onto Renee, locking lips in a passion-filled, lust-fueled cling, my tongue swirling with hers.

I felt Lauren run her fingers along my pussy, so I knelt down on all fours and let Lauren play with me. She fondled my tight lips gently, pushing every so often against my stiff, erect clit. I could feel my juices dripping, coating her fingers. Then, without notice, she slapped my ass cheek and delved into my cunt. I moaned ecstatically, it was euphoria, pure sexual bliss.

“Oh yeah baby, your izmit eve gelen escort cunt is so wet, so hot, so sexy baby,” Lauren moaned softly in my ear, finger-fucking me from behind, making my lips shake and nipples stand on end.

My fingers had gently opened Renee’s tight lips, the hot pink folds were spread open for my mouth. The sight of that hot, pink, juice-filled seam made my mouth water, and I eagerly buried my face into Renee’s juicy center, eating her out, nibbling her clit gently, then shoving my tongue into the heated, juice-filled vortex. Her growls and moans of rising sexual excitement spurred me on, I was also moaning into her soupy wetness, Lauren’s finger fucking was skillful and so decadently hot. I could see Renee’s hands rubbing, caressing her belly, sliding over her rib cage, then she clutched her breasts, fingers rubbing circles around her stiff, straining tits. As a trio Lauren, Renee, and I rocked back and forth, riding on a wave of sexual glory.

Then, just before reaching our peak, Lauren suddenly took her fingers out and pulled me up. She gave me a grin of pure lust, revealing in her right hand, a hard, thick double dildo, 18 inches long, the color of pink bubblegum.

“I want you and me to ride this big cunt splitter, while you lick Renee’s juicy pussy! I’ll bet this baby is bigger than your husband to be!” Lauren growled.

The sight of that hard thickness, and the idea of it stretching me open, made my pussy pulse with heat. Renee flashed me a sultry smile and pulled me up onto her lap. I then turned around and lay down so Renee could hover her wet pussy over me and let Lauren get her dildo ready. She waggled it about for a few moments, almost teasing me and giggling a bit.

Just before opening my lips and sliding it in, she cooed, “Get ready baby, we are going to have such a filling ride!”

I let out a moan of pleasure as I felt my pink walls getting split open. I love the feeling of getting my pussy stuffed, it felt so big and hard, stretching me, filling me up. Lauren grinned, holding a small remote control, she flipped a small switch, and I let out a loud growl of pleasure as I felt it vibrating, sending burning tingles of pleasure sizzling through my cunt. I watched the exciting spectacle of Lauren as she adjusted her hips and slid down onto the other end, her moans of pleasure joining mine.

“Oh fuck, yeah, this is gonna be fucking wonderful!” Lauren growled.

“Yeah, oh yeah, take that big cock, ride it, fuck your horny cunts, cum all over that monster cock!” Renee growled huskily to us.

Renee’s wet, juicy pussy was still hovering over me. I happily took the implied invitation, pulling her juicy cunt down against my lips, and my mouth went to work on her. I drove my tongue deep, licking at her eagerly, tongue-fucking her wildly.

“Yeah, oh fuck, Syndie you’re such a great cunt lapper, lick my cunt baby!” Renee cried.

Lauren, watching the hot spectacle, joined in, “Yeah, do it Syndie, keep licking Renee’s sweet, pretty pussy, make her cum all over your face, fuck yeah! Oh fuck, this is such a fucking hot ride, let’s ride baby, and cum like crazy all over this big pussy fucker!”

I reached down, rubbing my own swollen clit and taking a dildo with Lauren which shocked my body all over, making me a hot and horny bitch, my cunt becoming red hot.

We soon had a hot fucking rhythm going, smacking our cunts together, moaning, all the while whispering words of encouragement into the air. Lauren and I really went at it, ramming our sopping pussies down that hard quivering pleasure stick over and over, taking it hard from every angle, while Renee’s pussy dripped her juices into my eager mouth, and all over my face as I licked her furiously. The sound of cries and moans of pleasure, and pussy juice squelching filled the air. Our cunts were hot and horny holes, quivering clits were throbbing, ready to explode.

Renee yelled izmit otele gelen escort out, “Oh god! Ohhh god Syndie, I’m gonna cum, gonna cum all over your face!”

She howled as she released, and let her load spray all over my face, while at the same time, I felt a huge rush of blood to my cunt, and I went flying over the edge, shrieking with pleasure, Lauren’s howl of release joining mine as we came hard all over the dildo, our shrieks of orgasmic completion filled the air, our gushing cunts squirting crazily, splattering the mattress with our steaming pussy juice as we collapsed in a well-spent heap.

As I got my bearings back, I saw my Mom in the doggy style, and Missy with the strap-on dildo, fucking my Mom furiously right next to us. I could see that Missy had a finger rubbing against my Mom’s asshole, then a loud purr of pleasure sounded as Missy drove that finger in.

I could see they had been watching us, and on our other side, Donna was being pleasured by Pam, who was eagerly lapping away at Donna’s pussy, Katie, who was moaning with pleasure as she humped hard atop Donna’s mouth, while Maureen and Brooke were at her breasts, suckling contentedly at her nipples. Muffled growls of pleasure came from Donna, her mouth working over Katie’s steamy pussy.

Right next to them, Julia, Bonnie, Carlene, Chantel, Victoria, Faye, Traci, Samantha, Laurie Jo, Aimee, and Angie were in an 11 girl closed daisy chain.

Watching the wanton display of lust, eager mouths feasting on dripping wet, pink pussies, made my mouth water, and I could feel my cunt start heating up again, my god, I felt insatiable. All of our lust had been feeding off of each other, watching all of us enjoying such carnal pleasures, no shame, no guilt, just sexual joy, had been as exciting as being pleasured, over and over, creating a chain reaction of unbridled, unrestrained desires.

I had been licked and had my face showered in the juices of 20 horny ladies, my very own Mom, and Mom-in-law, had fucked me gloriously, and I’d just had a gut-wrenching, pussy creaming orgasm riding a huge double dildo, and I wanted more.

Then, I heard my Mom howl, “Fuck, fuck, fuck me Missy, oh god, gonna cum, yes, yes YES!!”

I watched my Mom tumble into orgasm, god, she looked so sexy in the throes of climax, her body shaking, her face totally alive with bliss.

Howls and squeals of orgasmic pleasure joined, as Donna was licked to a shaking climax, just as Katie let out a shriek and gushed her passion all over Donna’s face.

I had to join in the daisy chain, fuck, it looked way too good not to. I crawled over, and said, “Is this a private daisy chain, or can I join the fun?”

Faye broke away for a second, grinned, and said, “The bride-to-be is always welcome! Come bring your sweet pussy right here baby, and you can lick Laurie Jo’s pussy, damn, she tastes delicious!”

I happily slid in, my pussy dripping, and I felt Faye’s head slide between my thighs, her tongue dipping into my gushing seam. I growled with pleasure, then quickly applied my mouth to Laurie Jo, oh yeah, she was sweet, juicy, and incredibly tasty. Her growls of enjoyment welcomed me, and I was feeling the rising tide of excitement building back up quickly.

I could tell that the chain was expanding, and soon we had everyone in the chain, licking crazily, and one by one, shrieks, howls, and cries of orgasm filled the air, as wet, pink openings were licked to climax, bodies shaking, and my howl of climax joined in, as Faye licked me to a riveting climax, Laurie Jo cumming at the same time, gushing her juices over my face, encouraging my pussy to give Faye a very wet, juicy flood of my cum, which I happily did so.

We flopped down, totally spent. I looked up, saw the nighttime stars just beginning to twinkle. My god, was it night already? The day had seemed to fly by, a gigantic cornucopia of pleasure. Time had ceased to have any meaning, the day had been devoted to pleasure, and pleasure had overwhelmed any sense of time.

Missy was in the jumble of bodies, breathing hard, getting her breath back after being licked to a shrieking completion. She looked around, grinning, then hopped up.

“Oh god, I’m so hungry! Time to crank up the bar-b-que!”

In The Conference Room, No One Can Hear You Scream!

“Holy sweetness, and good God, you two look so sexy down there between my legs. Here it comes, girls!” A warm stream of piss shot out of Diane’s pussy in an arcing stream as Skyler and Andrea took turns filling their mouths full of the delicious yellow nectar. Each one gulped down as quickly as they could and took over while the other was swallowing. Diane rubbed her clit at a high rate of speed as she threw her head back in ecstasy. Skyler let the urine shoot straight down her throat as Andrea using two fingers, fucked Diane’s dripping pussy hole. Both women used Diane’s piss as hair gel, spreading it through their scalps with their fingertips.

“Get ready, Skyler; she’s a gusher,” Andrea said as she watched Diane’s face. Her “orgasm face” was gorgeous when she came, and Andrea did not want to miss her cumming. “Oh, my God, she is going to cum hard!”

“Tug on my pussy lips and slap my clit!” Diane screamed as Skyler pulled on her pussy lips while balancing a mouthful of warm piss in her mouth. Diane looked down, saw Skyler’s offering, and nodded for her to give her what she had. Skyler, on her knees, shuffled over to Diane’s face and snowballed her piss into her mouth. Diane drank it down while she was ramping up for a massive orgasm. Skyler went back to work on Diane’s pussy lips while Andrea sucked on Diane’s clit like a vacuum cleaner set on ‘turbo.’ Taking turns, the two women slapped Diane’s clit and then sucked on it hard and fast.

“Ohhhhhhhhh–Fuck my sluts–drink my CUM! Here it comes! My pretty cumdumpsters, I am CUMMMING SO HARD!”

Diane reached under her hamstrings, lifting her legs and feet into the air. Her toes curled hard like knuckles being cracked as she screamed at the top of her lungs.

“OHHHHHHH MY FUCKING GOD FUCK! I am cumming sooooooooooooo goood again!”

Skyler’s face and lips took most of the sweet, creamy cumshot while Andrea rubbed her clit as fast as she could. One orgasm after another came in waves as Diane begged them to stop.

“No fucking way, you whore! You’ve got more in you, cum for me, my stunning cumqueen!” Andrea demanded as she and Skyler both used a finger each to fuck Diane in her pussy and asshole. The rhythm was fast, and each one tongue fucked each other’s mouth while Diane looked on.

“Oh my God, I am cumming again sooooooo fucking good!” Diane said as she leaned back and pinched both her nipples, bucking her ass in the air. Skyler and Andrea followed her tight tanned ass up and down, spreading Diane’s legs as far as they could without splitting her in half. They took turns fucking, licking, and sucking on her sweet asshole and cream-covered pussy hole.

“AHHHHH OH MY GOD! fuuuuuuck, you’re making me cum again!”

An enormous jet spray of warm cum shot out of Diane’s pussy into Andrea’s waiting mouth.

Skyler begged Andrea for a taste of Diane’s sticky and sweet cumshot. Skyler’s open mouth received a mouthful of cum and spit from Andrea along with a massive kiss.

“Spit it all over her face,” Andrea instructed Skyler, “she loves that sooo much!”

Diane closed her eyes and stuck out her waiting tongue. Her mouth was a wide-open as she could get it without dislocating her jaw. Skyler held onto Diane’s short spiky hair and spit the cum and spit mixture all over her mouth and face. Skyler rubbed kocaeli escort it into Diane’s face, tits, and neck as the two of them passionately kissed.

“Spit on me again!” Diane asked of Skyler. Skyler eased her fingers into her own sopping hole and scooped out her warm cream. Sucking it off her fingers, she held it in her mouth until there was an entire ball of liquid ready for action.

“This time, open your eyes and take my cum!” Skyler told her, slapping Diane in the face.

Diane moaned hard and loved the turn of events. “Fucking slap me again, you fucking slut!”

Skyler held onto her pretty face and slapped Diane on both her cheeks hard. Diane moaned as she reached between Skyler’s legs and swiped a finger full of warm sticky precum from between her engorged lips. Skyler sighed with happiness, spitting her own juices all over Diane’s eyes, lips, and breasts.

“Oh my God, I love it so much!” Diane told Skyler as they began kissing again.

Diane was breathing hard and heavy. Her legs and arms went limp as a ragdoll. Looking down, she smiled at her slut, Andrea, covered from head to toe in her piss and cum. “I owe you two a massive orgasm, wow! It does not take a genius to figure out you had this planned. Therefore, I am taking a million dollars off your proposal. Yes, I truly believe that was a million-dollar orgasm that I will never forget.”

Andrea noticed Diane had tears seeping from the corners of her eyes. “Are you crying, baby?”

“Yes, those were the most intense orgasms I have ever had in my life. It was life-changing for me. I truly love you two for what you have done for me.”

“Aww, that is so sweet. We love you too, Diane. Skyler said as Andrea agreed. Moving towards Diane, Andrea held her head in her hands and gave Diane a long sensuous kiss.

“Believe me, baby, this will not be the last time the three of us get together,” Andrea told her, smiling as Skyler nodded in agreement.

“Okay, you two sluts, let’s get back to work!” Diane told them with a loud handclap.

All three women mischievously laughed as Diane told them to both get up on top of the table and get on all fours. With their dripping pretty cunts facing Diane, she told them to kiss each other and don’t stop. Diane began at their toes, sucking on each one, taking them in her mouth, drooling all over them until both women were moaning while lapping the lips and tongue of the other.

Diane peeked up at them as Skyler and Andrea cleaned each other’s throats with their tongues. Both women were moaning as Diane brushed both her index fingers up and down their wet slits. They both jumped every time her finger got to their clits. She would stop for a split second, pause on their red swollen love buttons, and push slightly with her thumbs. This drove both women wild as they shook their asses and cooed even louder.

“I have got a present for both of you!” she exclaimed loudly, holding up two vibrators with U-shapes and three prongs each.

“What, you just carry around dildos in your purse all day?” Andrea asked her, laughing.

“You should see my bedside table!” Diane said, laughing with them as she explained the new technology she was holding. One of the vibrators was transparent, and the other was blue. “Okay, now, the large bumpy end of these goes inside of your gorgeous shit holes. This other medium-size finger-looking thingy goes kocaeli escort bayan inside of your stunning cunts, and this little tab at the top, well, you’ll just have to feel what this does. Are you ready?”

“Yes,” they both said in unison.

“Yes, who?” Diane said sternly as she smacked both of their ass cheeks several times until they were apple red with handprints.

“Wow! Yes, Mistress Diane?” Skyler asked, hoping for more slaps.

“Yes, Mistress, Diane,” Andrea roared as she moaned, pinching her nipples as hard as she could take it.

“That’s better, my sluts. Here we go, you whores!” Diane lubed the anal part of the dildos up with her saliva drool and slowly shoved each of the rubber toys inside of their greedy rectums, which took the entire finger-like apparatus inside, sucking them up quickly.

Both women moaned loudly, kissing each other again.

“Oh my God! My asshole feels soooooooo good!” Andrea said, kissing Skyler.

“Yes, it does, baby!” Skyler thundered, wiggling her ass around, back arched as far as it would go.

Diane eased the other finger of the dildos inside of each of their dripping holes. Both women jumped again as the fingers both clamped against each other, heated up, and vibrated at a high rate of speed. The small tab on the dildo fastened itself against their clits and tapped on it rhythmically.

“OH MY GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD!” Andrea screamed as the dildo did its job, taking care of her erogenous zones by vibrating, swirling, and bouncing simultaneously; nothing a human could ever do so efficiently.

“FUCK ME!–IT IS FUCKING ME SOOOOOOOOOO GOOD!” Skyler screamed as she lifted her head up, swinging her long black hair around, shaking her ass for all to see. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as Andrea kissed her hard as they both screamed inside of each other mouths.

Diane chuckled as she made them catch their breath by turning the app down on her phone. Sliding out a chair from the side of the table of the girl’s faces, Diane propped the chair up against the wall and took off all of her clothes. She used her toes like fingers putting them up on the edge of the table, grabbing ahold of the wood. She spread her legs so that each woman had a foot under their chin. Diane pushed the pink dildo slowly inside of her holes, moaning the entire time. It was the exact same model as the ones the girls had, so they could all get the very same pleasure at the exact same time.

“Lick my toes and suck on them, you fucking cum queens! The more drool I get running down my legs, the harder you will cum. Do you understand, you bitches?”

“Yes, Mistress Diane,” they both said again in unison.

“You two sluts have to be ready for the big one already, aren’t you?”

“Yes, please, Mistress Diane!” Andrea said, licking between Diane’s toes.

“Oh my God, yes, Mistress Diane! Please make me cum!” Skyler told her, moaning loudly as she spits all over Diane’s feet and toes.

“Ohhhhhh fuck you sluts! That feels so good! Suck on my big toes!” Diane pinched her nipples as she turned the dildo app up to twenty-five percent.

All three women moaned, groaned, and cooed, watching one another as Diane arched her back, having a mini-orgasm. Andrea and Skyler licked and drooled all over both of Diane’s big toes, sucking hard on them as if they were tiny cocks.

“Fuck, kocaeli escort I am cumming, you stunning sluts!” Diane screamed, “take my entire foot in your mouth! Stretch out your cum holes for me! Ohhhhhhhhhhh my God, I love cumming soo hard!” Pinching her nipples hard, rolling them around with her fingertips, Diane spit on Andrea and Skyler’s face. They both licked her spit up and spat it back all over her perky tanned tits and hands. Diane dropped her Vidtablet on the floor, and the app accidentally turned itself up to seventy-five percent.

All three women screamed within seconds of each other. “OHHHH FUCK I AM Cummmmminnnggg ssssssssssssssooooooooooooooo gggggggggoooood!

Their eyeballs rolled into the back of their heads as their pussies gushed out the most beautiful creamy cum. Andrea, now up on her knees, helped the dildo by slapping it hard. Cum ran down the dildo and onto her legs and the tabletop.

Skyler stuck her right forefinger inside her asshole next to the dildo and fucked her rectum hard and fast. She came all over the tabletop as well, scooping it up, licking her fingers clean of the sticky goodness.

Diane, now masturbating using the tab of the dildo on her clit, watched these two as they came all over the top of the table while kissing one another. Both women helped the other by slapping their tits and faces. This just made Diane that much hornier as she removed the dildo and sprayed a gushing stream of cum all over the two women, the table, and the floor. Skyler and Andrea shook and moaned as they came down off an incredible blackout of a cumshot.

“Yes, fill me up, baby!” Andrea yelled as she opened her mouth, taking in as much cum as she could from Diane’s sticky hot stream.

Skyler jumped off the table and began to masturbate Diane’s engorged pussy lips while she was cumming hard.

“OHHHH, my God, you two are making me cum again!” Diane yelled as she shot another gusher towards Andrea, with Skyler rubbing her soaked pussy lips.

“This is incredible!” Skyler said, smiling as she kissed Diane shoving her tongue between her lips.

“Oh my God, I am so spent,” Diane told the two of them as Andrea moaned for them not to move.

Andrea jumped off the table with a mouthful of Diane’s cum mixed her saliva and snowballed it into each woman’s waiting mouth. Skyler and Diane swapped the cum again several times before swallowing the sticky goodness. All three of them kissed passionately and let out huge sighs.

“I am so spent I need someone to dress me, “Skyler told them, laughing. They nodded in agreement.

“My entire body feels like rubber,” Diane said, giggling.

“Well, don’t worry about the mess; I will clean this up later,” Andrea told them, getting dressed. “There is a bathroom through that door, and no one will see you.”

After all three women were cleaned up, they gathered all of their stuff up and gave each other a colossal tongue-filled kiss.

“I will have that proposal over to you tomorrow, Andrea. You can bet there will be a LOT taken off that price.”

“I had no doubt,” Andrea told her, giggling, “I think my subby slut worked out just fine.”

Skyler smirked. She was proud of herself smiling at them.

“Are you two ready?” Andrea asked.

“You bet,” they said.

“I think it is time for a fire drill, don’t you?” Andrea smiled as she pulled the fire alarm. Out in the hallway, people shuffled to the stairs, and a lot of commotion was going on as the red strobe lights went off accompanied by a loud sounding alarm. The three of them filed in between workers on their way out of the building, heading twenty floors down.

The Hunt

My Prize Awaits

It was a lovely lazy day, my rock was warm, and I had fed, at least a little. I glanced down at the bodies that lay about my favorite hunting spot–clothing torn hither and thither about the wreckage of my afternoon hunt.

‘I must send a note to the White Queen; she was most generous today.’ I smiled to myself, and my whiskers pulled back as I returned to my cleaning. ‘Must always look my best.’

Rummmble.

I frowned; it had not been over three hours since my little feast, less than an hour since waking from my nap, and already my hunger was awakening.

“Males are never very satisfying, regardless of the species.” I bemoaned, “It has been ages since a nice plump….”

It was then that I heard her sweet voice, the voice that my hungry need responded to instantly.

“Mr. Rabbit! Hatter, where are you?” The voice called out clear and sweet from perhaps two hundred paces in the forest. “Come out; I wish to see you before my wedding!”

‘Could it be?’ A chill ran from the tip of my ears down my back to the end of my tail. ‘She has not been here in years; I was but a cub then, not twenty seasons old. She would be ancient by now!’

She sought the Mad Hatter and Mr. Rabbit; I scanned the remnants of my lunch bounty, the scattered and shredded clothing, the white tufts of fur from the rabbit were haphazardly strewn about, then there was the crushed hat of the Hatter. Both lay cuddling in their slumber, their nude bodies spooning; it was so cute it was nauseating.

“You two will be useless to her for days.” I flowed to the ground, my burnished gold eyes with the large round pupils quickly adapting to the familiar shadows of the undergrowth. “You rest here, my pets; I will send someone to collect you soon.” I leapt over the mound of snoring bodies to seek my prey and a decent meal.

The voice of a woman filled the forest, likely a fully human woman as I once was, moving through the undergrowth; a stone could have heard her, she moved as if she were trying to break every branch on her path; she made so much noise. I am in my cat form; not a single sound in reply.

I have heard my natural brothers and sisters have lost their sense of smell. I have not. Mine is keener than any human, keener than many cats. I could smell the girl from here, and she smelled sweet. Working my way along her path to find my best advantage, I wanted to see her first before she beheld me.

“A virgin still! How sweet.” Her scent did not carry the taint of men, she would be excellent for a meal, and I would not finish her; I would keep her for myself.

I cut across her path; she was now ahead of me; it was always good to come upon one’s prey when they are unaware, disrupts, and confuses; they can only run forward to the unknown, for I stood where they had been.

I crept up silently on the searching girl, but I needed a proper approach not to frighten too soon. So I followed silently behind until I found a splendid tree to climb and look.

“Hatter! Rabbit!” I heard and felt the stomp of a heeled shoe. “Come out this instant!” The voice carried the sound of command, but also I sensed growing fear.

I leapt to a nearby tree, one I knew well, and climbed, careful to stay in shadow out of her sight.

I was above her now; I could see her at the edge of a small izmit escort meadow; there once had been a tea party, years ago, now long since cleared away.

‘Yes, I think it is.’ I watched the tall human, now fully grown by the look of her dress and her bustle. I am no expert on such things, not any longer, but it seemed accurate from what I had seen in the White Queen’s court. I willed her to turn, and she did. ‘Yes, it is her!’

Hair covered her head in long golden waves, not tight curls of a young girl’s, but more relaxed as a wave on the sea. A blue band held its flow back from her face, she had a penchant for blue and white dresses, but now hers was more mature to match the adult body it held.

I licked my lips, my long rough tongue smoothing my brows and my whiskers before withdrawing back behind my fangs. ‘Don’t you look a dainty morsel?’ My mouth wetted at the prospect, as did other lips.

From here, even I could tell that little Alice was now a full woman; her breasts filled the space assigned to them rather well, impossible to miss even from here. I looked forward to running my claws along their tender tissues and feeling her jump as my fangs nipped at her teats.

“Hatter? Rabbit? Is that you?” Her eyes searched the surrounding gloom, looking for something she sensed but could not see. The scent of fear reached me even so far away, as well as another fragrance, anticipation perhaps?

‘Time to taste you, my little snack.’ I bounded to the ground soundlessly and walked the short distance to the path, the trail along which she had just come, thus blocking her escape. I transformed myself into my human shape. It now felt strange to be walking on two legs instead of four paws, but it works well for this. I needed to assure her before I took her.

The silly Cheshire Cat has some skill with magic, nothing like my own, but some. He vanishes when he wishes, a gift I have through stealth, but I can do something he can not; as I stepped toward my morsel, I wrapped my naked body in human clothing, the kind that I prefer. Far different from when I was fully human. Leather, of course, taken from my baser kills, my meat, not my food.

I wore thigh hugging boots with impossibly high heels, over skin-tight black leather pants, up over my thickly muscled legs and equally muscled bottom; its waistband hung low on my hips. My narrow waist and flat muscular abdomen were prominent, my ample breasts lovingly held in my tight black leather bustier. The leather band supported my breasts but only slightly covered my nipples while enhancing my cleavage. My waist-length dark blonde hair highlighted with strands of white and even some black, making the color unique.

The White Queen ordered that I wear something ‘civilized’ in her presence when I had arrived at her table for tea in nothing but what nature gave me; this is as civilized as I get.

‘Poor thing; she was jealous. I fear her court could not keep their eyes off of my breasts. The queen’s lips they captured and held for a day. I left her exhausted and used in every way I could imagine.’ Then, smiling while licking my lips at the memory, ‘and I have a good imagination.’

In gratitude, she sent me food, once full meals of her ladies-in-waiting brought to me, bound in ribbon and naked, now merely snacks of a guard or prisoner or pest, all returned, of course, I am not rude, izmit anal yapan escort exhausted though they be.

“I shall have to visit my neighbor soon!” My voice was low, barely a whisper, and hungry “oh well, I shall feed shortly, and well by the looks of it.”

It was time, and I stepped out onto the path just feet behind my treat.

“Hello, little Alice, are you lost?” I asked; my yellow eyes must sparkle. “I would love to help you if I might?” I blocked her escape back to the White Queen’s lands; her only choice now was deeper into mine.

“Ah, alright, I am Alice,” the sweet thing started, stepped back a little before yielding a proper curtsey. Fear was lovely in the air, but I sense perhaps a tinge of arousal?

“I am looking for the Ratter and Habbit.” She stammered, shaking her head. “No, I mean the Mad Hatter and the White Rabbit.” She smiled at her correction, then took a deep breath to steady her nerves. Her breasts looked deliciously lovely at the breath.

“Oh dear, I saw them just a few moments ago, away.” I gestured in the wrong direction, deeper into my domain, opposite the direction her friends lay sleeping. “That way, I think. I get turned around so.” I smiled reassuringly or as close as I could make out. “Poor dears had a rough morning, rather strenuous it seemed. I believe they were having a lie-in, I think you would say.”

“Now? But it is nearly tea; I was hoping to share it with them.” She paused, eyes fastened on the ground at her feet; the sadness in her voice was thick. “… before…” yet another long pause.

I took this opportunity to move forward, careful so as not to startle the girl. “Oh, poor dear, is there something the matter?”

It was all I could do to restrain my claws and rip her clothing from her and feed even here; I restrained myself, but only just.

“I must wed tomorrow,” Again, her voice trailed off.

“Congratulations, my dear little sweet, but you do not seem happy, and you use the word must?” I tried to pack as much warmth into that response as possible while wondering what charms might be within the acres and acres of blue and white cotton and silk.

“Mother and Father are both dead, the Will states I must marry to inherit my wealth or I must I must….” Her cheeks burst red, “I must do what I must to survive.”

Putting my arm around the girl who came only to my breasts, her mouth the perfect height. “Oh dear little sweet Alice, you can stay with me.” I turned her to face me. Her eyes never left my cleavage. I lifted her chin to meet my eyes. “You need never leave.”

“Oh, thank you, I am sure, but the White Queen was clear. I may not stay in her lands….” She tries to move away; the scent of her fear is growing, but not as quickly as her arousal.

“Oh, but you are in luck!” My claws extend a little, as do my fangs. “For you see, little darling, her authority ends away there,” I wave my hand away to the west, my long black shiny claws now clearly evident, “this is my domain.” Then, sweeping my arm around my realm as I carefully extend my claws and tantalize her through the thin material of her dress. I pull her tighter to show her my strength. “I am the absolute ruler here, and we will have all we need.”

“No, I could not impose, truly, I wished to just meet with…,” she seemed to look confused as I fixed her izmit yabancı escort with my eyes, willing her to submit, her breasts rising and falling faster and faster, filling the fabric that hid them.

“Then you trespass in my domain, sweet one,” my low growl clear. “I dislike trespassers.”

I allowed my fur to appear, my claws to grow to their full length, and my fangs; grew to my full height of eight feet. Alice gawked up in awe, frozen to the spot. “Normally, I would castigate you,” my voice lower than it once was, no longer light and friendly.

“I will allow you one chance to escape my justice. You will run. I will chase. If you reach your friends before I find you, you will be free of my justice,” leaning in close to her ear, my hot breath directed down toward that lovely hidden treasure below her beautiful throat, “but if I capture you first, I will keep you until I have had my fill….”

I ran the back of my clawed paw down her neck to the peaks hidden barely by the cloth, now rapidly dampening with the sweat of her fear.

Now I could feel my desire build, my loins filled with the lust that only little Alice could sate. Where she likely had a nub, I have the gift of a girl cock, a cock that began to fill. She could not help but notice. I could provide her with no cubs, but I would fill her and make her mine. More than any human could hope ever to possess. Her eyes fixed on my appendage; her attention fueled its rise. It would make my pursuit a challenge, but her capture all the sweeter.

“Which I promise will be a very, very, very, long time.” I licked her ear with my rough tongue; she shivered and chirped. Finally, I growled, “Yummy.”

“I have done nothing wrong; I did not mean to become lost; the White Queen told me they came this way,” She shivered and shook and dripped; I could smell her sex.

“Oh, she did, did she? I will have to thank her.” My first claw caught on the fabric above the rise of the prize I wished to see. I allowed it to tear a small hole to peek at that lovely, luscious land. She shivered visibly; the air filled with the perfume of her Rose Petal soap and her aroma.

“Regardless, you trespass without my leave.” Then, dropping my head to see her eyes better and she can see my fully cat face, and I feel her with my whiskers.

“Prepare to run.” She trembled from head to toe.

In one swift movement, my claw worked its magic, and I tore her silly frock from neck to hem. She screamed and clutched at the rents to cover the treasures it once hid. My right hand grabbed the back of the collar and lifted it away. Her hands flashed to her tightly corseted breasts. Her efforts were failing to cover her charms, as luscious as I had hoped and by their conspicuous movements, desperate for release. I licked my lips and twitched my ears. Around her hips and legs were petticoats which no doubt hid bloomers, I was uncertain, but soon I would know.

“Time to run sweet meat!” I smacked her hard on the rump; she screamed yet again and was off.

“You might wish to rid yourself of those heels!” I shouted and laughed as she careened deeper into my domain.

‘Oh goodness!’ watching the vision of her firm little butt racing away, her corset I had left, as a fun little dainty. I leapt to a tree and placed my pennant high in its branches some thirty feet up.

“A proper standard for a proper hunt.” I laughed again, taking in the breeze; she headed for the river and my grotto. My pool house is there, along with my playroom.

“Better and better.” My interests were growing, as was my desire.

‘I think I should make a game of this.’ And I was off after my treat.