les histoires de chrislebo

I took her home with me and we didn't talk much in the car. My mind was filled with the thoughts of how much my life had just changed. My wife didn't love me any more and she had changed so much I wasn't even sure I wanted her back. She had exhibited such an infatuation for Steve and had goaded me into doing things I never would have done on my own. I didn't even know if I could ever live with her again. When we got home I scraped together some dinner for us and as we sat with our coffee I said,
"Can you tell me your story now? Maybe it will help me understand what happened to me."
"I think it will help you understand but I don't think it will help you do anything about it."
"Tell me anyway."
"I was married seven years ago to Joe Mantegna, I have known him all of my life. Our families are in the family business together. We have two ******** who are now three and five years old. I miss them very much, I haven't seen them or spoken to them in almost two years. I don't even know if I have been divorced for desertion, maybe I am still married. Joe wanted no part of our family's business and when he graduated from college, where he took ROTC, he accepted a commission in the army. Army pay is not all that great and when he was posted to Germany I went back to live with my ****** in New Jersey so she could help me with the kids. I left them with her when I went to visit Joe for two weeks. It was nice and we renewed our love for each other. As a gift he gave me an upgrade to first class for the return trip.

As it turned out, I was seated next to Steven and before we took off the cabin attendant offered us complimentary champagne. He must have distracted me and slipped in that **** he used on you in your Margaritas. I don't remember anything about the flight across the Atlantic except that when we landed in New York he said to me,
"Wouldn't you like to continue on to Chicago with me," and I replied,
"Sure Steven, I would love to." With that reply I abandoned my family, my husband, my ********, and every one I held dear to me. I don't know if they have any idea what happened to me. He suggested that I have no contact with them and of course I haven't and cannot even now. He has a hold on me, you, and Lynne, that cannot be broken as long as he is alive. I know because I helped him ensnare another woman but she didn't last long. It is the **** that made us so receptive, but what he has done to our minds with ******** is what gives him control of us. I know if he walked through that door now I would offer my body to him just as you would sink to your knees and suck his cock. He is evil and for us, irresistible. We just looked at each other, helpless and hopeless.

She was quietly crying when she finished her tale and I pulled her to her feet and took her into my arms, more to comfort her than anything else, but when she looked up at me I kissed her. We had been so intimate that previous weekend in Chicago that it was natural for us to fall into bed and make love. I don't know if we were consoling each other, mourning our lost spouses, or just seeking ******** sex but we did make love and we both felt better for it. When I woke in the morning our limbs were still entwined, I said,
"I am sorry. I didn't mean to take advantage of you."
"Believe me you didn't. I wanted it just as much as you. When you had me in Chicago it was because Steven wanted me to do it. last night I wanted you."
"You really are a wonderful woman Maria."
"Thank you for the compliment but after my recent history I don't know if I deserve it.
"You do deserve it, you have made me feel better already. Stay here with me and help me heal some more. Look, you have no money, not even a change of clothes, maybe we can help each other get over this nightmare."
She agreed to stay for 'just a while' and that turned into almost two years. They were happy ones for both of us and we became very fond of one another. Our past unpleasant memories were behind us and then suddenly, out of the blue, when least expected, that's when I got the phone call. It was from Lynne.
"Robert, I need your help."
Her voice was subdued and she was contrite.
"Why come to me, let Steve help you."
"He threw me out almost year ago and won't take my calls."
I signaled to Myra to pick up the extension.
"I still don't understand why you are asking me for help."
"I am sick and I think I am dying. I have no money to get medical aid I don't even have my passport to get back into the country. I left it at home with you when I went to Steven."
She started coughing and couldn't speak for a moment.
"You are the only one who knows what happened to me and could understand.
"Where are you?"
"I am in Tijuana."
"What the hell are you doing there?'
"I am too ashamed to tell you."
I looked at Myra and she nodded her head.
"Alright, give me an address I will be there tomorrow."
After I hung up I turned to Myra and asked,
"Why did you OK my going to rescue her?"
"First, Bob, what happened to her could have happened to me. I was lucky he sent me to you. God knows where he sent her.
Second, you heard her coughing, it sounded genuine to me. If she is really that sick and you didn't help her it would be on your conscience for the rest of your life and if she died, because you didn't help her, it would destroy you. I have grown to love you and know you and I know you couldn't live with yourself. You haven't even divorced her yet."
"The only rea*** I haven't divorced her is because I wanted no contact with Steve. Who knows what he would have made either one of us do. I love you Maria, I have no feelings for her anymore."
"Yes you do, and even though I know you love me you had twenty five good years with her. She still is the ****** of your ********. Go help her and then come back to me."

I found Lynne in a flop house in Tijuana. She was a wreck. She must have lost twenty pounds and looked like death warmed over. I wondered how this could have happened to the beautiful woman I had once loved. Her cough was racking her body. I got her dressed and into my car and the first stop was a **** store. I got her something for the cough and that seemed to help. Then I made her wear surgical masks until we got back to Minnesota. Our first stop there was the Mayo Clinic. They diagnosed her with TB, the incurable and virulent kind and told me that she didn't have more than a few months to live. Her condition had gone on too long without treatment and that her lungs were virtually destroyed. All they could do was put her in a hospice to live out her days as comfortably as possible. It was there that I got her story.

He had turned her into a whore just as he had done to Maria. She fucked every one he told her to. He sent her out on 'dates' and she came back with the envelopes of money for him. He used her indiscriminately and unprotected and she sometimes came back injured and ******. He had her pierced and tattooed and marked as his property just as he told me he would and when she came down with TB he threw her out. He told her she was a whore and she should go work in a Mexican whore house and because that was what he told her to do, that is what she did. She told me she still loved him and would go back to him if he would take her back. That *** of a bitch never would set her free just as he never freed Myra or me. I was with her when she died. It wasn't pleasant watching her coughing ***** and tissue and I vowed that Steve would pay no matter what is cost me. When I got back to Myra I told her the whole sad story and she asked,
"What are you going to do now?"
"I am free now, legally and emotionally and I want to marry you."
" You can't, I don't know if I am married or not."
"Then we have to go to your husband and find out how you stand."
"I can't. Steven told me I cannot contact them ever."
"He never told me that I couldn't. Tell me more about your husband so I know what I have to deal with."
"Well you know he is in the army. He was in Germany when I left him and I don't know where he is now but my ****** would know."
"Good, What else, you told me once that he didn't want to go into the family business, why not?"
She looked at me and said,
"You know, the Family."
Then it dawned on me, he was connected.
"You mean the Mantegna Family?"
"Yes."
"How can I get in touch with your ******?"

I was on a plane to Newark the next morning , and by afternoon I was facing Mrs. Santini.
"My name is Robert Swen*** and I have a message from your ******** Maria." She almost fainted,
"What? Maria, my ********? She is alive? Thank God. Where is she? Why isn't she here? What have you done with her? Tell me please."
"She is alive and well and hopes to see you as soon as possible."
"How do I know you are telling me the truth and not some con man trying to fleece me."
"She gave me this ring to give to you to show that I come from her. She hopes that when you see her you will give it back to her. The only thing I ask of you is that you tell me where I can find her husband, I gave a message for him also."
She tried to get more information from me and finally told me that Joe was back in the States and where I could find him. I told her to call him and set up a meeting and the next day I was sitting with him in the officer's club at Fort Dix. He wasn't happy to see me and he questioned me.
"I put her on a plane to go home to our kids and then she disappeared. I loved her and she loved me and then nothing. What did you do to her? Where is she? What happened to her? Why isn't she here?"
"Whoa, one question at a time. She is safe and well but she won't let me tell what happened to her for the first year after she left you. She is too ashamed of what she did and what was done to her even though it was not her fault or yours. What I am going to tell you, is what happened to my wife and I and you can draw your own conclusions. I told him all that had happened to me and how Lynne had ended up dead. Maria was lucky that he sent her to me because she had no money and couldn't come home and face him. She knew if she went home she would have to tell you what she had become and you would not have believed or accepted what had been done to her."
"You're right, once I found out that she was a whore I would have thrown her ass out. Besides I met a woman in Germany and we are going to get married as soon as I can find Maria to serve her with the divorce papers."
"Maria doesn't want anything from you except the right to visit her ********. Give me the papers and I will overnight them back to you as soon as I get home."
"She can have the ********. I have been away from them for so long that they hardly know me and Trudy doesn't want to raise another woman's kids anyway. Are you and Maria going to be married?"
"Yes, as soon as she is free to marry me."
"A good pair, a whore and a cocksucker."
"She doesn't deserve your contempt and as far as I am concerned, I couldn't care less. But the monster who did this to us, who destroyed my marriage and yours, is still free to do more damage. God knows how many other women and their husbands he has contaminated. I would like to strangle him with my bare hands but I know if I came in contact with him again, I couldn't help myself, and I would be on my knees in front of him in a minute. On this paper is his name and address and mine too, just to show my good faith and where to find Maria." He said,
"I'll call my ****** in law and tell her to give you the kids to take back with you."
He took the paper from me, looked at me again with unconcealed scorn, then turned and walked away. We never shook hands.

I got a subscription to the Chicago Tribune and watched it for a month before I saw the article. Essentially it read,

Steven Sandler's body was found floating in the Chicago River. He had been manually strangled after being ********. His body was covered with numerous bruises and burns and his genitals were missing. The police are asking the public for help in solving his ******.

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Suburban **********


The man of the house was tall slim, with well-muscled arms -- cute, but nothing special. The ******, though... wow! Judging by the teenage kids, she must be in her mid-thirties, but she had the face and figure of a girl in her mid-twenties. A petite blonde clad in tight jeans and a checkered lumberjack shirt that tried and failed to conceal an hourglass figure that Karen and her husband both found themselves staring at. She had very prominent breasts; her ass was a vision clad in skintight denim.

"Hey, what are you staring at?" said Karen accusingly, poking her husband in his slightly too well-padded stomach. He grinned sheepishly and excused himself, returning to his computer room to work.

Karen watched the little blonde unpack with the sharp taste of jealousy in her mouth. Karen herself was a very attractive woman, once a statuesque black beauty, but her age was betrayed by a cluster of tiny wrinkles, and a slight sag in her breasts. She sniffed. At least she was taller than this girl - and probably stronger, with her daily workout sessions keeping her in shape. Still, this woman looked utterly stunning, vaguely reminding Karen of some actress she remembered seeing on some of her husband's science fiction programmes. Jane or Jolene or something.

Despite being a little jealous of the trim woman, Karen was far too smart to show disapproval openly at first, and went on to welcome the new family to the neighborhood. The husband was Kyle Lathe, and his sexy wife was Jenny. They had two kids, teenagers. The boy was 15, and went to the local high school. The girl was 18, a younger version of her sexy ******, and attended the community college ten miles away. Jenny turned out to be just 36, three years younger than Karen.

Karen feigned interest in Jenny and her family, and her hackles slowly rose as Jenny became more well-known in the community, inveigling her way onto committees despite Karen's subtle undermining. She argued, however gently and sweetly, against Karen in PTA meetings, showing no respect for Karen's position. Within a few months, Karen was very bitter indeed, and even the sunny-natured Jenny had begun to notice her coldness. It wasn't just jealousy and disrespect that motivated Karen though. Karen had been bisexual since she was a teenager, and couldn't ignore her attraction to her beautiful rival. The rest just heightened her desire to possess Jenny completely.

Karen started a search into Jenny's background. Initially low key, she found that Jenny had gone to college in Almondsdale, a good hundred and fifty miles away. But the internet was no respecter of distance, and Karen had no trouble finding Jenny's graduation details, and her status as homecoming queen. Within a day, armed with Jenny's birthday, she had Jenny's parents address, and her ******* maiden name. The subsequent credit check took time, and Karen requested a police check, pretending to be a prospective employer. Neither was helpful, so Karen focused on Jenny's friends, as detailed in her on-line yearbook.

Karen signed in to FriendsReunited.com, looking for an entry from Jenny or one of her many friends. Most of the entries were fairly boring, the standard 'here I am, this is what I've been doing' stuff, but one girl had written a real scorcher of a bitch-fest! Karen read with joy the efforts of 'Katy Hounslow' to scratch out the eyes of those who had offended her in the past. She wrote of Jenny as a 'stuck-up prudish little bitch' who probably blew half the football team. Tantalisingly, she also wrote 'Well, we all know what our prudish Jenny got up to on holiday, even if her parents did manage to keep it quiet.'

Karen was stunned - this could be it! A weapon against Jenny, something to make her knuckle under. She hammered out an email to Katy, asking for the gossip on Jenny.

Karen didn't have to wait long. She had an email the next day, full of bile directed at the beautiful Jenny. Karen read with glee, enjoying the spew of another's venom - even if it was probably all undeserved - recognising in Katy a kindred spirit.

The nitty-gritty of the venomous email concerned a holiday in Manchester, where Jenny and her friends had apparently behaved appallingly, getting heavily ***** with a group of male students. Supposedly there was sex and ***** involved, and a sex tape had been made requiring Jenny's parents to pay to have it kept quiet.

Karen read through the details, starting her search again. She knew the approximate date of the trip, and the first names of two of the boys. She began searching databases again. Her luck was in, and in a couple of hours, she found a newspaper article about two boys with the same names charged with possession, who had supposedly been involved in making porn films.

A couple of days, and a few hundred dollars later, a video tape arrived in Karen's mail. She watched it with excitement, as Jenny and her friends smoked dope and drank before stripping off for sex with the randy students. Jenny didn't have sex herself, but sucked off two guys, and spent some time snogging a friend whilst they were both topless.

Karen was in seventh heaven. Watching the tape again, she fingered herself to a quick climax as she watched Jenny's pert young self taking part in the sexy show. Even more than the thrill of a sexy video was the thrill of knowing that she had finally got the hold she needed over her neighbour.

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Jenny was sitting in her kitchen making tea when the phone rang. She frowned when she saw Karen's number. Karen had been pretty cool and distant recently, and Jenny wasn't sure she particularly wanted to chat, as she had been having a pleasant morning. Still, Karen had to know she was home, and it would have been rude not to answer, so eventually she picked up.

"Hello?" she answered with a sweet tone. "How are you this morning, Karen?"

"Oh hi Jenny, I'm good. How are you?"

"Very well," said the blonde woman politely. "There always seems like plenty to do around the house, though."

"I'm sure!" said Karen. "Why not have a break? Come on over for a coffee."

"I don't know, Karen. I've just had some tea, and I've a lot of cleaning to do."

"I understand Jenny. Why don't you come over for lunch? I Know I've been a bit distant lately, and I wanted to make friends again."

Jenny smiled, her pretty face lighting up. "Of course. Karen. It would be lovely to catch up."

The two women smiled very different smiles when they put their respective telephones down. And Karen's plan moved forward another stage.

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About ninety minutes later, Jenny crossed the street to Karen's house, and rang the doorbell. She noticed that the front drapes were drawn, and wondered vaguely if Karen were feeling well. But in a moment, she heard footsteps, and the door opened.

Karen towered over her neighbour. Just five two, Jenny was in sneakers, whilst at five seven, Karen was for some reason in heels, resulting in an eight inch disparity in their heights. Karen leaned down to kiss her on the cheek. She looked surprisingly severe in a long-skirted suit, with jacket and even gloves!

"Hi! Should I have dressed up?" giggled Jenny. She was only wearing a loose cotton blouse and knee-length skirt, and felt surprised at Karen's formal attire.

"No!" replied Karen, handing her a sparkling flute of champagne "I just like to dress up when I'm celebrating"

"What are you celebrating?" Jenny asked, sipping her champagne.

"Oh, mostly I'm celebrating making a new start with you - I want us to get really close."

"Oh, well - that's nice," said Jenny cautiously. There seemed something a bit strange about this, but she couldn't put her finger on it.

"I like you Jenny, really I do" said Karen earnestly, taking her arm to steer her into the living room.

"Well... okay... I like you too" said Jenny nervously, as Karen pushed her to sit on the sofa. The drapes were drawn, giving them privacy, and she was starting to get a funny feeling about this.

"Good. Because I've decided we're going to be the closest, bestest friends ever." Said Karen with a funny smile.

Jenny took a nervous sip of her champagne, or tried to. Karen reached up and tipped the glass up, pouring a whole mouthful into Jenny's mouth and splashing down onto her blouse. She gulped, ******* slightly.

"Oh I'm sorry sweetie!" said Karen innocently "I was just having a little fun!"

Jenny wiped her chin and tried not to sound cross. "That's - that's okay Karen, it...no I'm fine, really!"

"Don't be silly!" said Karen, quickly unfastening Jenny's blouse. "It's soaked, and there's no-one here but us girls"

"Really," said Jenny, trying to fend off Karen with one hand, the other holding her glass. "I don't really feel comfortable... taking my top off right now."

Karen pouted, but stopped with Jenny's top half undone. "We should be comfortable around friends, though. Tell you what - I'll tell you a secret!"

"A secret"

"Yes - I'll tell you a secret, and then you'll let me take that wet top off - it needs dried out." Said Karen, as off-handedly as she could.

"Um... okay" said Jenny.

Karen leaned forward, pressing her moist lips to Jenny's ear. She whispered breathily into the other woman's ear "I'm incredibly attracted to you - and the thought of you taking your clothes off has got me all wet."

Jenny sat bolt upright in shock, and quick as a flash, Karen pulled apart the remaining three buttons of her blouse.

"Look, I should go!" stammered Jenny, standing up and clutching her blouse closed.

"But you promised! You promised you'd let me take your top off if I told you a secret. And I did!"

"Yes but... I wasn't expecting that sort of secret. I'm not... not into other women."

"Yes you are!"

"No, I'm not!"

"You are - and I can prove it!"

"Look, really, I'm not"

"Jenny, if I can prove that you're into girls, you're going to have to stay. In fact, I bet you that I can prove beyond a shadow of a doubt that you are into girls!"

"You can't! Because I'm not"

"Watch!"

Karen reached into her pocket, and pulled out a remote control. She pressed a couple of buttons, and the TV on the wall flared to life.

Jenny stared, and after a moment, the ***** drained out of her face.

"Oh my god!"

"Wow, for someone who doesn't like girls, you've got a big mouthful of boob there, honey!" said Karen mockingly. She reached out for the champagne, filling both glasses as Jenny watched transfixed, ******** another mouthful almost absentmindedly. On screen, her younger self was naked; her body pressed against another naked girl, with her tongue deep in Jenny's mouth.

"Oh god. Oh my god. God..." Jenny muttered incessantly.

Karen pulled her down onto the couch. "See! You do like girls!" she said triumphantly, flipping the unguarded blouse back off Jenny's shoulders. Jenny stared at her with horror as she steadily pulled the blouse off first one arm, then another.

"That's better", said Karen, tossing the blouse aside. "Don't you feel more comfortable now we know one another's secrets?"

Jenny struggled to clear her head whilst facing the dreadful video of her bisexual past.

"Karen, where did you get this?" she whispered hoarsely.

"Oh, I KNEW you'd be grateful! I just happened across it really. My own private porn film - I'm pretty sure no-one else has a copy any more!"

"What... what do you want?"

"Well, I already said, sweetie. I want us to be the bestest... closest...friends"

As Karen spoke, she moved closer, and placed her hands on Jenny's cheeks, looking deep into her eyes.

Jenny blushed, looking down. "I'm not... really I'm not..."

"Well I am, sweetie. And don't you want to make me happy?" Karen waited for Jenny to nod, and then continued. As she spoke, she rewound the tape.

"Stand up sweetie. And take your skirt off"

"Karen - please - I really don't want to..."

"Hey - maybe you'd be more in the mood if you had one of those!" Said Karen, playing the video where Jenny was smoking a joint, eyes clearly glazed.

Jenny flinched visibly.

"Now, stand up. And take your dress off."

A picture of misery, Jenny did what she was told, revealing her plain white knickers. Despite the plain underwear, her body was gorgeous. Karen stood up beside her, a dominant figure over the much shorter woman in her full clothes, with Jenny in her underwear.

"Kiss me" said Karen simply.

Jenny reached up and tried to get away with a chaste kiss on the lips.

"Properly!"

The two of them came together, hands behind each other's heads, pulling them together for a long kiss. When they parted, tears were trickling down Jenny's face. Karen gave her a sympathetic kiss, and passed her a full glass of champagne.

"***** up," she said firmly. Jenny obediently drained the glass, and stood looking helpless as Karen walked away, sitting in a chair with its back to the shaded window.

Jenny looked up through, tears running down a blank expression on her face.

Karen sat down watching her closely.

"Turn-around for me," Karen said to Jenny.

Jenny slowly turned in a circle in front of her tormentor.

"Very nice. Now, that bra is trapping your beautiful breasts. Take it off." The words were more of an order than a request from Karen to Jenny.

Jenny, still not quite defeated, hesitated a second too long.

"Jenny, I'm trying to be nice but remember I own your ass. Get that bra off now," Karen said through gritted teeth, her mask of pleasantness slipping for a moment.

Jenny grabbed the bra and pulled it up and over her head, her breasts moving upward with the material and dropping down after the material cleared her nipples. Karen stared at Jenny's magnificent boobs; firm, rounded and large-nippled, with hardly an inch of sag despite her age. With some effort, she resisted the urge to dive towards Jenny's awesome bosom, reminding herself that she wanted to break Jenny's resistance, make her fully submissive before letting her own guard down.

"Nice tits sweetie," said Karen crudely. "Show me how they look when your nipples are hard!"

Jenny hung her head, and slowly drew her hands up her body to her breasts. Slowly, she pinched her nipples, drawing them out until they began to stiffen and swell beneath her delicate fingers. The skin over her chest flushed as she worked at her breasts, teasing the sensitive nipples to erection.

Karen watched closely, her own nipples hard beneath her heavy jacket. She stood to grab the bottle and pour Jenny a fourth glass of champagne.

"Does that feel good, baby? Do you like playing with your nipples?"

Jenny didn't respond, so Karen asked again.

"Come on sweetie, tell me...it feel good to play with your tits doesn't it? You'd better start talking to me, or I'll have to punish you."

"Karen, it..."

"No! Don't call me Karen! You can call me... Miss Mulder." said Karen firmly, layering on the ways for Jenny to subjugate herself. She didn't have much choice - if Karen wanted to wreck her life, a video of her taking *****, sucking cock and kissing girls would do the trick nicely!

Yes...Yes, Miss Mulder" said Jenny, her thoughts pretty much identical to Karens, had she but known it. "I like playing with my breasts, Miss Mulder."

"I'll bet you do darling." smiled Karen. "Do you like playing with anything else?"

"My husband's cock" said Jenny with an inner smile at the tiny victory.

"Hmmm. I'll bet I know something you like playing with even more." said Karen, tight-lipped. "Take your panties off."

Jenny frowned, but had to obey. What else could she do? She lowered her hands, pushing the plain cotton panties over her hips, revealing the thick bush over her pubis, the curly hair trimmed into a neat bikini-sized triangle. The panties dropped into a small heap around her ankles, and she stepped back from them.

"Oh, aren't we a hairy girl? We'll have to do something about that. Sit on the edge of the couch and lean back."

Karen waited for Jenny to comply before she continued, relentlessly driving the younger woman to ***** herself.

"***** your champagne, sweetie. And put your feet up on the couch, either side of you. Feet flat on the sofa. That's right - as wide as you can go. Show me that hairy pussy - yeah! That's what you like to play with best isn't it? Stroke it - stroke the lips. And keep the other hand playing with your tits."

God! Thought Karen. This woman was incredibly sexy! She was driving Karen wild, and her pussy was like a pot of melted butter. Sure that Jenny was distracted; Karen glanced up to the bookshelf, checking for the red glow of the digital video camera she had secreted there. It shone dully, dutifully recording the sexy *********** exposing herself and playing with her pussy.

"Oh, that looks like fun baby. Now slide your fingers inside yourself. Two fingers - deep into your pussy. Right up to the knuckles. In and out. And use the other hand to rub your clit. That's the way. Rub your little clit whilst you finger-fuck yourself. I want to see you make yourself come."

Jenny moaned. Despite herself despite her disgust and shame, she had to admit she was getting increasingly turned on. Her pussy was already moist, and the sensations from her treacherous clitoris were already stimulating her strongly. The ******* wasn't helping - champagne always went to her head quickly. However much she tried to ignore the sensations from her pussy, they were far too strong. It felt like electric shocks were running up her spine and straight into her nipples. She moaned, pushing her fingers deeper into her wet cunt, rubbing them back and forth over the G-spot on the front wall. Groaning, she rubbed her G-spot constantly, whilst her other hand continued to run gently at her swollen clitoris.

Karen laughed under her breath. By now, she herself was squeezing one of her own breasts with her right hand, stimulating the soft tissue with *****. She made herself stop, and took a sip of champagne. She reached down beside her chair, where she had secreted a bag full of some of her favourite toys. She pulled out the expensive little digital camera there, and began taking shots of her neighbour. Masturbating on the couch, Jenny was a stunning sight. Aroused in every possible way; eyes closed, her face and chest flushed; nipples hard, fingers plunging deep into her wet pussy, Jenny was quite oblivious to the neighbour photographing her, despite the flashes going off.

Across the room, Karen was able to focus right in on Jenny's crotch, wet fingers buried deep inside her. Jenny's swollen pussy lips were captured and stored on Karen's digital camera. Karen took several close-up and head shots before zooming out to capture the whole scene. Jenny was so close to a massive climax.

"Look at me, Jenny." said Karen softly but firmly. She waited until Jenny's eyes slowly opened before taking her next shot. Flash!

Jenny groaned. Karen was taking pictures! But the pleasure of playing with herself was too great, and she didn't move from the couch, continuing to stimulate herself.

"Stop it, Jenny" said Karen, knowing that she probably couldn't. "I haven't given you permission to come yet."

Jenny stared, but didn't do what she was told. She couldn't, and in a few seconds her massive climax overtook her, surging through her body, electrifying her skin like a massive power surge, and she screamed with pleasure. "Aaaaaaaahhhhhh.....Ah! Ah! Uuuuuuuuhhhhhhh!"

She bucked on the couch, thrusting her pelvis back and forth onto her fingers, desperately seeking further stimulation, until finally she collapsed in a heap.

Smiling, Karen recorded the whole thing in stills, knowing that the video recorder had captured the whole thing for her to watch again. Close-ups of her breasts, lips and face filed her digital data disc. It was beautiful! She had wanted Jenny to do this so much, to let herself go totally. And Jenny had not disappointed her, giving her the opportunity to punish her. She stood, taking a silk scarf and a pair of nipple clamps over to her limp neighbour, her beautiful blonde body covered in sweat. Jenny was gasping for air, and had no energy to stop Karen binding her wrists in front of her with the silk scarf.

"You disobeyed me you naughty thing!" said Karen, unable to stop herself grinning. "I'm afraid I can't let you get away with that!" She took the tiny clamps, fixing them to Jenny's erect nipples.

Towering over her smaller, lighter neighbour, Karen was a hugely dominant figure. She was fully clothed, Jenny was naked, flushed and dripping with sweat.

"Jenny. Jenny!"

The overstimulated blonde finally focussed, looking through fuzzy eyes at her dominant neighbour.

Karen lifted her camera. "I want you to lick your fingers clean. Suck them deep into your mouth."

Jenny obeyed, lifting her bound hands to her lips. First she licked at the wet, mucousy goo that coated her palm, tasting the potent musk of her arousal. As the taste filled her mouth, she began to realise the powerful and perfect taste, and began to enjoy it. Her fingers disappeared into her mouth, and she sucked hungrily on her pussy juices. Karen captured the pictures on her camera, amazed at the look of enjoyment on Jenny's face.

"Oh you like that, you little slut." said Karen triumphantly. "Tell me."

Jenny mumbled, fingers not fully coming out of her mouth as she said. "Yes, Miss Mulder. I like it. I like my taste."

Karen smiled, pulling Jenny's hands up, away from her mouth and towards Karen's. She took one of Jenny's still wet fingers into her mouth, sucking off the juice hungrily.

"Mmmh." said Karen, pulling the fingers out of her mouth. "You do taste nice."

"You're going to taste another pussy soon, my pet." said Karen. "But first, we need to punish you for coming."

Karen pushed her across the couch until she could sit in the centre, and then pulled Jenny's gorgeous body across her lap, her belly over Karen's lap, and her pert bottom perfectly positioned under Karen's right hand. She lifted it, and began to spank Jenny's firm, muscular buttocks, sending quivers though them. With her other hand, she pressed down on Jenny's neck, holding her completely helpless as she firmly beat Jenny's ass.

As Karen smacked Jenny, she spoke to her in firm low tones.

"You must never come when I tell you not to, my little fucktoy."

Smack! Smack!

"You are only here to please me. To obey me."

Smack! Smack!

"You are my submissive little possession, my toy."

Smack! Smack!

"I am going to make you beg. To beg to be fucked by me, and to be allowed to come."

Jenny grunted, her buttocks starting to rise and fall, rising to meet each falling hand.

Smack! Smack!

"What are you?" demanded Karen.

"I'm... your toy." said Jenny softly.

Karen crowed inside. "What else?"

"Your pet. Your fucktoy. Your possession."

Somehow, Jenny found the words easy to say, her face hidden in the cushion of the couch. But with each word, Jenny's subjugation became deeper for both of them, and they knew it.

"You're my slave."

"Yes Miss Mulder. I'm your slave."

Karen's hand stopped, resting on Jenny's firm ass, now bright red.

"Oh yes, my pretty one. You're my slave. And now what should my slave do? Now I've finished punishing you?"

"Th...Thank you, Miss Mulder. Thank you for punishing me."

"You are welcome, slave. I will punish you again if you displease me."

"Yes, Miss Mulder."

Karen spread her legs as far as she could, with Jenny's weight still on her lap.

"I am wet, slave."

Karen pushed firmly at Jenny's side, and the nude woman unsteadily clambered off Karen's lap, onto the floor at her feet. She looked at Karen, who looked down at her own lap, and the legs slightly spread beneath her sensible skirt. Jenny could smell Karen's wetness, and it was clear what the dominant woman wanted. She reached out, trying to lift the skirt.

"What are you doing, slave?"

"I'm... don't you want me to...?"

"You have forgotten to ask my permission, slave."

"Please Miss Mulder." said Jenny with resignation and defeat. "Let me pleasure you."

"You may." said Karen, in a voice dripping with generosity. She lifted herself, allowing Jenny to pull down her skirt and fine soaked panties.

Jenny quickly revealed Karen's long firm legs, which the black woman lifted and spread in front of her. Karen's pussy was saved clean, and her pink pussy lips were swollen and wet. Jenny knelt up, leaning forward with her hands on Karen's firm thighs, lowering her face to the soaking hole in front of her.

Karen moaned as her naked white slave leant down to her wet pussy.

Jenny pushed her tongue out, finally tasting Karen's hot and spicy pussy lips. Both women moaned; enjoying the new sensations as Jenny's tongue stimulated Karen's hot pussy. Karen rolled in her seat, loving the stimulation her pussy was finally getting. Finally she had Jenny where she wanted, between her spread thighs. Holding back from her own stimulation, she reached out to pick up the camera, and to take a few photos of the blonde head bobbing up and down between her thighs.

Jenny was amazed at the sensations she was experiencing; her climax still tingling her toes; her nipples on fire with the clamps, and her mouth filled with the taste of a woman for the first time.

Dropping the camera, Karen lay back and enjoyed the feeling of Jenny's talented tongue working away between her thighs. Jenny licked from bottom to top with the whole breadth of her tongue, savouring the musky taste of her mistress's moisture. Karen moaned as Jenny's tongue licked up and down, then thrust deep inside her cunt. Jenny licked harder and deeper, faster and faster as Karen thrust upwards, her arousal rising.

In minutes, Karen came, her hands crushing her breasts as her orgasm rushed through her, juices running down into Jenny's open mouth.

Jenny licked on, tidying up Karen's wet pussy of her thick juices until finally sitting back as Karen gasped for air.

"Aaah... Very, very good. Very good my pet." Said Karen with true gratitude, looking at Jenny with affection as she knelt at her feet.

"Oh that was excellent, my pet." said Karen. "You have a fantastic tongue, and I'm going o enjoy putting it to work. How do you think I should reward you for such a fabulous orgasm?"

Jenny bit her lip.

"Shall I let you have an orgasm, pet?" Karen enquired.

Jenny looked up at her. "Yes please Miss Mulder. Please let me come."

Karen stood, standing beside Jenny, her smart suit incongruous above her naked legs, and the naked woman kneeling next to her. "Stand up, sweetie. Feet shoulder-width apart. You can take off the nipple clamps now. And bend over, keeping your legs straight."

Jenny did as she was told obediently, her nipples burning as they were released from the jaws of the clamps. Her pert buttocks flexed and stretching beautifully in the flickering light of the TV, still showing the tape of her youthful lust.

"Can you reach the floor? Goodness, you are flexible, my pet. And what a perfect bottom."

Karen ran a hand up between Jenny's legs, her fingers emerging shiny and wet. She held up her hand and sniffed, licking at Jenny's slick juices.

"Oh, you taste good." Karen murmured. She turned, pushing off her jacket and unbuttoning her blouse. As she unfastened her bra, she moved over to the video camera. She paused it, ejecting and changing the tape. She opened the viewing screen, turning it round so as to see it from the front. She bent down to her bag, removing a double-ended strap-on dildo.

Karen turned to look at her pet as she inserted the smaller end of the dildo into her wet pussy. Strapping the dildo about her waist, she stared at the perfect petite form in front of her, bent double with bound hands touching the floor. She walked up and took Jenny by the waist, gently turning her so she would be in profile on the camera.

"Kneel down, my pet."

Jenny knelt down putting her hands in front of her and spreading her knees apart. Behind her, Karen knelt too, placing the head of the dildo at Jenny's moist lower lips.

"What do you want me to do?" asked Karen.

Jenny hung her head and whispered. "Fuck me."

"I didn't hear you."

"FUCK ME! Please fuck me!" begged Jenny in desperation, pushing her butt back towards her mistress.

By way of answer, Karen slid the long shaft deep into Jenny's cunt, and both women groaned together. She pulled back, the pale pink shaft soaked in a single stroke. She began to move back and forth, her hips thrusting the dildo in and out of Jenny's wetness.

Jenny groaned, feeling her pussy stretched by the thick shaft. In and out, stretching her pussy lips each time, Karen fucked her harder and faster than her husband had fucked her in years. Jenny orgasmed quickly, but Karen continued to fuck her, the thick cock driving in and out, in and out. Her excitement rose, waves of pleasure flooding her brain. Jenny had forgotten everything but the feeling of being taken, her pussy fucked harder than she could remember. The high of her orgasm didn't fade, but crested, the waves getting higher and higher.

Behind her, Karen admired her sexy fucktoy, seeing her thrusting against the dildo. She could see Jenny's excitement rising, and she shuddered as another climax ran through her. This was obviously not enough for full release, and in seconds Jenny was pushing back again, searching a bigger and stronger orgasm.

Leaving the soft moans and groans behind, Jenny began to grunt primally, thrusting back and forth.

"Huh! Oh god! Fuck me! Gaaah! That's.....so....good!....Aaaaaaaah!"

Jenny's hips bucked and her back curved down as her head was thrown back in ecstasy. At first, her orgasm was silent, so powerful it silenced her completely. For twenty or thirty seconds, she stared ahead, mouth open, hips bucking as the most amazing sensations surged through her. Finally, a long groan hissed from her mouth as her head slowly fell.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh......"

Jenny slid bonelessly to the ground, her arms buckling as she fell into the carpet.

Karen smiled as Jenny slowly slid off the thickness of the dildo into a heap, her ass protruding up into the air.

Karen stood unsteadily on her heels, coming down from her own orgasm. As Jenny panted for breath, she retrieved the video camera, bringing it round behind the crumpled blonde to focus on her ass, and her swollen gaping pussy lips. She held the camera at arms length to film herself leaning forward to lick hungrily at Jenny's soaking hole. She licked and licked, filling her mouth with the taste of Jenny's nectar.

After several minutes, Karen sat back, happy with her fill of Jenny's juices. Jenny's legs were completely splayed now, and her hairy pussy was glistening with saliva and pussy juice.

Karen too another long close-up before putting the camera down, and walking upstairs to the bathroom. She returned after a couple of minutes with a small collection of objects. The first, a large towel, she folded in half and lay out on the floor. She picked up the video camera again, and fixed it to the tripod she had fetched, positioning it record the towel area and turned it on.

"Roll over and lie on the towel, baby" she said.

Jenny didn't even think, but obeyed smoothly, rolling over to lie on her back with her butt just on the towel.

Towering over her, Karen was gently rubbing her breasts, swirling her fingertips over her covered nipples. She looked Jenny's toned and tanned body over.

"Put your ass in the middle of the towel and spread your legs wide," Karen continued her direction.

Jenny pushed back and placed her feet on the edge of the table and spread her legs. The physical pain between her legs was nearly gone but the emotional stabbing could still be felt as Karen stared at Jenny's pink slit.

"Looks like no damage done. You've got such a lovely cunt. It's a shame you hide it under all that hair. Open up baby, and let me see you opened-up wide," Karen asked as casually as though she was asking for sugar for her coffee.

Jenny sat up a bit more and used both hands to pull open her vagina to let Karen peer at all of her charms.

Karen stared at Jenny's open, gaping pussy. "Alright, lie back Jenny but keep your legs spread."

Karen produced a can of gel shaving cream and a razor.

Karen smiled at Jenny. "I think you'll look great completely shaved and, besides, I want you looking well-groomed for our adventures in the upcoming days and weeks ahead. Today will be a very special for my very special friend. Just you and me..." Karen left the sentence open and hanging, turning and twisting the imaginary dildo deeper in Jenny.

Jenny lay motionless, and resigned to her fate.

Karen squirted a small amount of the shaving gel on her left palm and used the fingers on her right hand to spread the gel around Jenny's mound and lips. Once the gel was spread across Jenny's crotch, it began to turn from green to white. Karen wiped her hands in the towel that she brought over from the counter.

Jenny felt the cool gel on her crotch. The spread legs and the gel caused her clit to come out of hiding. After the recent pounding, the tingling cool sensation was a welcome relief. Jenny breathed a little easier with the slight numbing effect on her vagina.

Karen knelt between Jenny's open legs and took the razor into her right hand. A devilish smile was on Karen's face. "Don't move honey... it would be a shame if that clitty got nicked while I was grooming you," Karen warned Jenny.

"Have you ever been completely shaved?" Karen asked Jenny as though they were in a salon for a monthly appointment.

"When I was younger on honeymoon," replied Jenny.

"Oh good. You can tell your husband you've done this to remind him of then."

Karen engrossed in her work focusing on the job at hand, staring at Jenny's pussy. Finally, Karen scraped the last of the shaving cream and blonde hair from Jenny's pussy wiping away the last wisps of cream. "Done," exclaimed Karen.

Karen grabbed the digital camera and got a couple of quick snaps in. "Smile...."

After a few more shots, Jenny was handed a bottle of soothing aftershave, and obediently spread it all over her shaven crotch. Her pussy, Karen thought, looked delightful, and with her slight frame, then shaven quim gave her a very girlish appearance. Karen handed her a vibrator and told to fuck herself.

Karen had her thrust in and out for a few minutes, before repositioning Jenny. She knew the smaller woman was into yoga, and had her adopt 'The Crab', lifting her whole body upwards on hands and feet. Bent over backwards in a bow shape, Jenny's cunt pressed upwards obscenely, and Karen licked her lips as she took hold of the vibrator. She pushed it deep into Jenny's hungry pussy and turned it on to the maximum setting.

Karen walked around the trembling woman, filming her amazing breasts, and her face contorted with lust. Jenny began to shake as her orgasm approached.

"Have you forgotten something, slave?"

"Uuuunh! Please... please can I come, Miss Mulder?" begged the horny blonde.

Karen grinned and bent down to kiss her pet's upturned lips, slipping her tongue into Jenny's mouth.

Karen tongued Jenny's mouth as she came, her body shuddering and slowly collapsing to the ground.

"Have you got something to say?" Karen enquired, withdrawing her tongue and caressing Jenny's cheek with her hand.

"Thank you Miss Mulder," said Jenny meekly.

Jenny held her mug of tea in both hands, staring into space. The events of the previous day churned through her mind. The ***********. The blackmail. Going down on her evil neighbour Karen, and bringing her to climax.

She couldn't quite understand how it had all happened. How she had allowed herself to be used in that way. How she could have done all those things. How she could have - even a little bit - enjoyed it? Had such an incredible orgasm? How could she have been aroused by being treated in that way?

Jenny had never really experimented with sex - she had married her high school sweetheart, and he had been the only man she had ever slept with. There had been a few boys beforehand she had played around with, and the ill-fated time she and her college girlfriends had gone a bit wild in the city. And hadn't that turned around and bitten her right on the ass!

Jenny had been completely stunned by the video, and what it had showed her doing. She hardly remembered that night. But yesterday she saw herself ********, and smoking *****, sucking cocks and making out with girls. There was no way she could allow the tape to get out. If her ******** saw it... or her husband! The video had been made in the last summer of college, and she had been going steady with Dane for over a year at the time. What would he do if he found out how she had acted back then?

Now she was troubled and confused. What would Karen do now? Would she make Jenny do now? Jenny couldn't believe Karen would stop at just one day...

As if on cue, the telephone rang. Jenny saw the number and didn't pick it up.

As the answer phone caught it, Jenny heard a familiar voice.

"Hi there Jenny. I know you're in - I saw you waving your *** off just ten minutes ago. Pick up the phone. Come on. Jenny. Listen, I'll call again - but don't make me do it too many times!"

Jenny's face sagged, but she didn't move towards the phone. She sipped at her tea sadly. Karen was clearly intending to make her do more things today! Jenny tried to put it out of her head, putting some laundry on and tidying up, but her heart wasn't in it. After about ten minutes, the phone rang again. This time, the petite blonde answered it.

"Hi Karen," she said dully.

"Hey - whoa!" came Karen's voice. "That's a sad voice."

"Well, what did you expect, Karen. You used me - blackmailed me." Said Jenny bitterly. "Oh come on, babe! It's all just a bit of fun," Karen laughed. "Lighten up - we're friends now!"

"No. We aren't." came the flat reply.

"Oh, don't say that," Karen mocked her. "We're the BESTEST friends! Listen, I'm going to take you out and cheer you up. Hit the shower, and I'll pick you up in fifteen to head down the mall! See ya!"

The line clicked and went dead, and Jenny dully replaced it. Karen was obviously going to punish her further for her youthful indiscretions. But what could she do about it? Still, she couldn't do anything too bad in public, surely?

----

Fifteen minutes later, the bell rang, and Jenny went out to meet Karen. She was wearing slacks and a jumper under a smart suit top, contrasting with Karen who turned out to be in a miniskirt, heels and a tight black top.

"Hey!" said Karen with a smile, giving her a thorough hug, kissing her hello and grabbing Jenny's firm ass. "Looking good - kind of severe, but good!"

"Thank you," said Jenny with a thin smile.

Karen stepped into the house, walking through to the kitchen. "What are you wearing underneath?"

"I'm.... underwear, obviously." Said Jenny.

"Show me."

"Look Karen, you've had your fun! I did what you wanted yesterday - but enough is enough!" said Jenny sharply.

Karen frowned. Then her wicked smile returned. "Oh, I know why you're crabby!" she said brightly. "I haven't shown you your pictures!"

Karen reached into her bag, pulling out a handful of colour pictures and handing them to Jenny.

With shock, Jenny looked at them; each one showing her nude form, stretched on the floor, licking Karen's pussy or masturbating. The last picture showed Jenny bowing over backwards in the crab position, thick vibrator erupting from her pussy.

Karen smiled at her. "Now - you were going to show me your underwear?" she said firmly.

Jenny seemed to crumple slightly, handing back the pictures. She reached down to pull up her thin jumper, revealing her sensible white bra underneath.

"Oh, that will never do," said Karen frowning. "I mean, it's not like it's a sexy bra. I might have been okay with a sexy bra, but this is just awful!"

"I can...can go and change." Said Jenny a little desperately.

"No, I don't think so," Karen frowned. "I think you'll remember to wear better underwear in future if you go without today."

"Karen, I'm...I'm a ******! I can't walk around without a bra on!"

"Of course you can! Hey, I've seen them - those puppies are practically anti-gravity! You don't need a bra really, so you can go without today. Now give me your jacket." She ordered. "And if you're going to argue like a little girl, you can call me Mrs Mulder, not Karen."

"But... but..." Jenny petered out. There was no way she could refuse - Jenny had been taking pictures all day yesterday! How could she have been so stupid? Her husband might have been able to accept her misbehaving as a youngster, but seeing her lesbian ********** posted all over the internet? Or to her ********* school friends?

Jenny shrugged her jacket off, and handed it to Karen. Then, she reached behind herself to unclip the bra, before twisting and turning inside her jumper to remove it like a teenager getting changed on the beach. Karen watched her with an evil smile.

In a minute, Jenny stood upright again, her large breasts pressing out against her jumper, the nipples clearly visible through the thin fabric.

"Oh that's better baby" crooned Karen, reaching out to stroke one of the large breasts possessively.

Jenny flinched, but didn't move to take Karen's hand away.

"Now, let me see the panties" Karen pressed on.

Jenny grimaced, reaching to push her slacks down far enough to show her pink cotton panties.

"Oh, those won't do," said Karen mildly. She reached into the kitchen drawer, pulling out a pair of scissors and stepping forward. She reached down and took hold of Jenny's panties. Just two cuts and she was able to tug the material free, revealing Jenny's freshly denuded pussy. Smiling, Karen pulled the slacks back up high on Jenny's waist, giving her a tight cameltoe. She giggled.

"You're not wearing much make-up though," complained the brunette with a pout. She reached into her handbag, pulling out a thin tube of lipstick. She opened it, and moved to cover Jenny's lips with the sticky substance, painting them a bright pink.

Karen continued to decorate Jenny's face, applying eyeliner and mascara before smiling and stepping back.

"Now you look presentable." Karen told Jenny.

"Where are we going?" Jenny questioned.

"We're going shopping," Karen responded.

" Why? Can't you just leave me alone? You've had your fun.... Please!" begged Jenny.

"Oh, no, no, no, no, no... I am your new best friend. We're going to be pals for as along as you and I live in this town. And, since you are my new bestest, bosom buddy, I want to make sure you're well dressed," replied Karen.

"Now lets' get shopping!" Karen announced, tossing Jenny's jacket away to hang over a chair, and gesturing to the door. Downcast, Jenny walked out wearing just the thin sweater, nipples pressing against the wool obviously as her breasts bounced up and down.

The two newfound friends and neighbours went out the door and around the corner to where Karen had parked her Mercedes convertible. Karen put some R&B on the CD player as they drove, placing a hand on Jenny's firm thigh possessively as they drove.

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At the mall, Karen led Jenny through a succession of shops. Soon, they had acquired a short black skirt, which Karen insisted she wear in place of her slacks. At the next shop, they looked at shoes. Insisting on one of the male assistant managers to help, Karen grinned as she directed them both like playthings. Once Jenny was sitting, her short skirt slid up, and the assistant kneeling at her feet to help with her shoes turned crim*** as he looked up to see her exposed pussy. Karen watched in amusement as he fumbled with buckles and straps, constantly staring at Jenny's exposed crotch. She bent down to whisper in Jenny's ear.

"Think he's enjoying the view? Move your legs apart a bit." She ordered.

Blushing, Jenny did as she was told, exposing her mature, shaven pussy to the young man's delighted eyes as he removed her shoes. Karen handed down another pair, these a set of golden high heels with long leather straps designed to be wound up the calf. As he fumbled them onto Jenny's dainty feet, Karen moved around behind him so she could see Jenny's exposure, but the man could not see her.

She pulled out a small digital camera, setting it to video so she could record Jenny as the straps were wound up her legs. Her pussy glistened slightly, and she was clearly excited by her exposure. In another minute, the job was done. From behind she looked most proper, but from in front, Jenny was a seductive vision. Her chest heaved, braless nipples thrusting out against the thin sweater. Athletic legs exposed by the short skirt, they were lifted by the four-inch heels so the store-worker could see right down the six-inch gap between her legs to her shaven quim.

"Oh, those look great," said Karen lightly, gesturing for Jenny to open her legs wider. "How much are they again?"

"Uh... one fifty" said the assistant nervously as Jenny's feet moved almost a foot apart.

"Oh," said Karen, gesturing wider with her hands. "I hoped we might get them for a little less than that." She touched hr lips, indicating for Jenny to smile.

Jenny's jaw clenched momentarily before she relaxed, smiling at the boy as she set her feet either side of him, completely exposing herself in the most blatant way.

"I... I don't think... oh god!"

He stuttered to a halt as Jenny, mirroring Karen's movements behind the assistant's back, ran her forefinger along her exposed cunt.

"I was thinking perhaps.... twenty-five dollars" said Karen calmly, crooking her fingers at Jenny. The assistant groaned as the soccer-mom obediently slid her fingers gently into herself, parting the soft shaven lips with her delicate fingers. He tried to speak, but only a moan came out.

"I'll tell you what," said Karen softly. "We can go pay the one-fifty now... or we can play here for a few more minutes and pay twenty-five. Your choice."

The assistant manager sat paralyzed as the beautiful blonde played with her pussy in front of him, making no move to get up.

Karen kept the camera on Jenny as she slid two fingers in and out of her pussy, the other hand coming down to stimulate her clitoris. In just a few minutes she trembled, holding herself quiet as an orgasm rushed through her body, letting out just the quietest moan.

Jenny leaned back, legs toppling inwards to break the spell. Karen smiled, stopping the video as she stepped round to tower dominantly over the aroused manager.

"Twenty, five, wasn't it?" she said firmly.

-----

Karen smiled broadly as she led her embarrassed neighbor through the mall. The two of them were closer in height now Jenny wore the four-inch heels she had ****** herself for earlier. The serious appearance Jenny had started the day with had now become a highly charged and sexy one. In her heels and short skirt, Jenny's startling figure became something extraordinary, her pert bum wiggling with every step, braless breasts bouncing visibly with nipples still prominent, though less swollen than they had been earlier.

The dominant brunette led her blonde plaything past several clothes shops straight for the best lingerie store in town. 'Dangerous Curves' was a miniature nirvana of lace, silk and leather. Karen was greeted at the door, well known to the helpful girls staffing the store - no men were allowed to work here!

The two of them wandered the shop, Karen periodically holding up something flimsy against Jenny's clothed body. Soon, they had a small pile of clothes to try, and Karen spoke to the owner who quietly took them to a large changing room. Very large for such a small shop, there was a wide padded bench for Karen to sit on, and a full-length mirror.

"Time for you to try some of these pretty things on, Jenny" said Karen with a smile. "Leave the shoes on..."

Wearing only two items of clothing - her skirt and the clingy jumper - it didn't take Jenny long to be naked. Still, she consoled herself with the thought that at least they were alone now. The smell of sex and sweat arose from her slightly sticky body.

Karen handed her a set of lacy French underwear, turning to give a sly wink to the mirror as Jenny bent down to slip on the panties. She knew well that her friend the owner would be tucked away behind the two-way mirror, looking forward to the show.

"Wait!" said Karen sharply, as Jenny had the French knickers up to her thighs. The blonde froze obediently, wondering what was wrong.

"My god, you're so messy!" said Karen in mock surprise. "You can't try on knickers like that!"

Jenny blushed crimson. She had not even thought of the mess she would make of the underwear!

"Come sit on the bench," said Karen firmly, reaching into her handbag. Assuming that Karen was getting a tissue, Jenny sat as she was told.

"Lie back," said Karen, pushing at Jenny's shoulder. With a sigh, the beautiful soccer-mom lay down on the floor, the plush carpet prickling against her skin.

"On your back," said Karen, standing up. As Jenny rolled back, Karen bent down, and grabbed her ankles, lifting them quickly into the air. Jenny gasped as she laid there, her legs held together, now pushed back and splayed until she was looking at Karen through the gap between them; her knees pressed either side of her chest. In this position, her intimate areas were displayed obscenely, her shaven pussy and anus more exposed than even in the shoe shop.

"Hold your legs up there with your hands," said Karen. In a moment, she released Jenny's ankles as the blonde took the strain of maintaining her own position, pulling her calves towards her head.

Karen took a minute to admire her neighbor's sexy body, displayed for her pleasure. Jenny was bent double, curled up on the floor, her ankles either side of her head. Jenny's pussy gleamed with slick juices, dribbling down to her tight anus. On either side, her firm buttocks were pale moons, looking good enough to eat. She stood, pulling out the camera again, taking several shots of her exposed body, before switching to video again.

"My, that's a wet pussy," said Karen admiringly. "You certainly can't put on new knickers like that! What do you think we should do about it?"

Jenny's mouth twitched in distaste, and disgust at her own weakness. "Clean it, Karen - I mean, Mrs. Mulder. We need to clean it."

"But how - I don't have a towel or anything...."

"You could use your... hands, Mrs. Mulder" Jenny said reluctantly.

Karen reached out her free hand, and let her fingers trail along Jenny's wet slit, smearing the pussy juice around. "Oh no, that's just getting my hands sticky! That won't do at all. Try again, sweetie." said Karen, licking her lips obviously.

Jenny sighed inwardly. "You could use your... your mouth Mrs. Mulder. You could clean me with your tongue."

"Is that what you want Jenny?" Two of Karen's fingers slid deeper into the shaven quim. "You want me to lick your pussy with my tongue?"

"Y...Yes please Mrs. Mulder. Please lick my pussy clean with your tongue. Please..." Jenny moaned as Karen stimulated her swollen pussy lips, her composure completely gone.

"Well I suppose I could do that," said Karen, curling her fingers to stimulate Jenny's G-spot. "But if I did, you'd have to agree to do some things for me, too."

"Yes! Oh yes, please!" came Jenny's response. She knew she was being used, but Karen's expert touch felt so good. So sexy!

"You'd need to clean my lips and tongue with your own afterwards," said Karen smoothly.

"Yes!"

"I'd want you to spend the afternoon with us at my pool."

"Yes! At the pool!"

"And do whatever I say..."

"Oh God," moaned Jenny. "I've got to, I've got to, I've got to. Why do I have to say it?" Her eyes opened and she almost cried as Karen withdrew her fingers almost completely, leaving just the tips embedded in Jenny's moistness.

"Do you promise to do whatever I say?" said Karen severely.

"Yes! I promise! Please...uuuuuuh!" Jenny cried as Karen's fingers sank back inside her.

Karen waited for Jenny's moans to soften before stopping the video capture, and bending down over her submissive neighbor. She brought her lips down to hover above Jenny's swollen and dripping pussy, inhaling the scent with delight. Hungry to taste Jenny's moistness, she pushed out her tongue and took a long greedily lick along the moist cunny before her. Jenny writhed in delight, and Karen withdrew her fingers, sliding them into her mouth to suck of the thick pussy juices coating them. The taste was exquisitely pungent, and she turned back to Jenny's quim and began to lick in earnest. She used none of her usual finesse, too eager for her own pleasure, wanting the taste more than anything. As she lapped at Jenny's pussy hungrily, she slid her two moist fingers down towards Jenny's anus, and with a firm thrust, buried them up to the second knuckle.

Jenny squealed and bucked at the invasion of her ass, but didn't release her legs, and soon Karen was thrusting the fingers in and out of Jenny's puckered hole, and the blonde moaned with pleasure. In another minute, she came again, her ass clenching around Karen's fingers as she did.

As Jenny came down, Karen went back to the long slow licks she had started with, quickly cleaning Jenny's pussy before sitting back.

"All clean now," she announced. Jenny didn't move, panting for breath.

"Now" said Karen, "I want you to remember this position. On your back, curled up and holding your legs back to show off your tits, cunt and ass. This is the 'Display' position, and whenever I tell you to, I want you to drop everything, strip if need be, and get into this position as quickly as possible. And to stay there until I say otherwise - is that understood?"

Jenny nodded. "Yes, Mrs. Mulder." she said breathlessly.

"Good, you can get up now." said Karen. As Jenny released her ankles and slowly rolled up to a sitting position, Karen watched her, finally saying "Have you forgotten something? Where are your manners?"

"Oh! Err... thank you, Mrs. Mulder." said Jenny hastily.

"Thank you for what?"

"Thank you for - for licking my pussy and making me come."

"And fingering your arse!" said Karen firmly.

"Yes - thank you for fingering my arse, Mrs. Mulder" said Jenny dejectedly.

"Now come, clean me up," ordered Karen firmly. Obediently, Jenny leant in towards her, putting out her tongue to lick at the shining juices covering Karen' lower face and lips, before sliding her tongue into Karen's mouth. Karen toyed with Jenny's tongue, enjoying the warm softness in her mouth. With one hand, she held the back of Jenny's head softly, keeping the French kiss going for several minutes.

Finally, Karen released her slave, and Jenny sank back, her chest heaving as she gasped for air, nipples like corks on her heaving breasts. Silently, Karen handed her the French knickers again, and Jenny stood to put them on.

Over the next few minute, Jenny put on a range of underwear, most of it meeting with little more than an approving nod. One item which stood out was a white corset finished with uplifting quarter-cup brassiere section, and suspender attachments. Putting this on one side, Karen took the rest out, looking disappointed, and Jenny was left standing naked in the changing room, still in her strap-up heels.

Waiting for Karen to return, Jenny was surprised when the curtain twitched aside to let in the young assistant, a pretty college student. Her jaw dropped to see the sexy soccer-mom standing there nude, clearly aroused, in a room that reeked of sex. For a moment, they stared at each other before the girl spoke.

"I...err...I've been asked to check your measurements. Miss Mulder thinks your bra size is wrong..."

"I...of course. Of course," said Jenny, putting her arms out to the sides to let the girl put the measuring tape around her chest. She stood still as the tape was drawn around her breasts, and then her chest, waist and hips. Then the girl knelt down. "She said I was to check your inside leg miss," she whispered.

"My inside leg? For lingerie?"

The girl nodded, and Jenny sighed as Karen came back. She nodded to the girl who measured up her leg, trying to ignore the reek of sex emanating from Jenny's still swollen sex.

Karen put her hand on the girl's shoulder, making her jump.

"Have you got everything?" she asked in a warm tone. The girl nodded nervously.

"Are you sure? There isn't something else you need? Jenny here is very accommodating..."

The girl went bright red and stood up quickly. "No miss. No, I'm not that way. I don't want to be either."

Karen shrugged. "Fair enough: she said simply.

"Um... her measurements are 34F, 24, and 36" said the girl.

"Oh. Well okay... can you switch these for the right cup size please?" said Karen, handing her a couple of packets.

The girl nodded, leaving almost at a run.

Karen handed Jenny a pink bra and thong, ignoring her protests about the girl. This was an underwired set with transparent pink bra and knickers, disappearing to a tiny thong at the back. The bra lifted Jenny's boobs splendidly.

"Yes, that looks nice" said Karen. "Keep it on, and 'Display' yourself for me."

Jenny hesitated a moment, then remembered what to do, lying on her back on the floor and lifting her legs up to her chest, grabbing her ankles. The thong was tiny between her flared buttocks and provided only the tiniest hint of decency, covering without actually hiding her pussy lips, and only the slightest strip running over her ass. As Jenny lay there, the assistant came back with more clothes, stopping dead at the sight of Jenny's filthy display. Her jaw dropped.

"Are you sure you're not tempted?" said Karen suggestively, ******* an arm around the girls shoulders. She moaned, eyes flickering between Karen's steady gaze, and Jenny's barely concealed pussy. For several seconds she hesitated - and then ran. A couple of seconds they heard the door open and close.

"Pity..." said Karen.

"Karen, for pity's sake. That girl could go to college with my ********..." said Jenny hopelessly; still gripping her ankles obediently as she tried to reason with her neighbor.

"Don't worry," Karen giggled. "She never looked at your face!"

In another minute, Karen let Jenny get up again, telling her to put the pink underwear with the corset. The next set, a wet-look leather bra and knickers, didn't really work.

"You suit soft colours," said Karen. "We won't bother with any more leather".

They moved onto swimwear, Karen having picked out three to try. The first was the most modest by far, but still very sexy. A bright yellow two-piece, with narrow strings joining it together, the thong was narrow, and cut very low on the hips - in fact, the strings disappeared into Jenny's bum cleavage before finally meeting the material! The flimsy bra was made flimsier still by the crescent cut-outs on the underside of each, showing off the underneath of her boobs.

"Oh, we're so getting that!" crowed Karen, reaching out to play with the exposed skin beneath Jenny's nipples. "Play with your nipples" she ordered, reaching for the camera again.

Once she had taken a few more photos, Karen pulled Jenny close for a long passionate kiss, her tongue snaking into her semi-reluctant partner's mouth. She stripped the smaller one as they kissed, and then broke off to try the next costume.

This one was a 'Wicked Weasel' creation. Three tiny pieces of white cloth and some thin white string made it up completely. Even with Karen's help, it took several minutes to get right. Eventually, Jenny stood, looking like a model from an incredibly hot shoot. The tiny oval pieces of fabric which barely covered her nipples were tied around the back of her neck, and then strings descended to the front and around the sides. The thin G-string had no waistband at all, and was supported purely by these strings; two descending in a V at the front, and another two curving around her hips to tie at the top of her buttocks. The whole sweep of her back was undisturbed; a beautiful spread of soft, tanned skin leading down to her peachy butt, bisected by the white cloth.

"Oh that's good," cried Karen, snapping away with the camera. "Hands behind your head -- and pout! Now sweetie, I think it's time to learn another position. Get on your hands and knees. Yes - and now lean down with your head on your arms. Oh yeah, that's good. And bring yourself backwards...keep your butt up...yeah! Okay, we're going to call this the 'Flaunt' position. Any time I say Flaunt... well, you know the rest. If you're wearing one of these bikinis though, you don't need to strip off. I kind of like you in them!"

"Now 'Display' for me. Ooohhhh, baby that's hot! And 'Flaunt' yourself! Oh now this is getting good!" Karen's face was set in a huge smile as Jenny rolled about the floor for her, showing off her sexy body in the tiniest of bikinis.

Or, almost the tiniest... there was one more to try. Another 'Wicked Weasel'. This one was a two-piece, designed to appear stringless, with only thin transparent threads holding it up. The material was tiger-print, but it hardly needed to be. The biggest piece, for the pussy, was just a strip of material five inches long, and an inch wide! The nipple-coverings were round, just an inch and a half across. They appeared pasted to her breasts, the threads invisible against her lightly tanned skin. The gusset was just long enough to cover her pussy, but did not even reach her asshole before becoming just knotted thread a couple of millimeters across. Jenny looked almost more naked than when she was naked!

"God, that's hot!" cried Karen admiringly. "Such a sexy body..."

The camera snapped away as she had Jenny pose for her, including once again flaunting herself in the 'Display' position. Eventually, Karen decided she had had enough of playing with her living doll -- at least for a while -- and went to settle the bill. She gave Jenny a pack of moisturized towelettes she had had all along, telling her to freshen up.

Jenny was just pulling her jumper on when Karen reappeared, holding what looked like a pair of worry balls -- Jenny had bought her husband a pair once. But of course, these weren't to be held in the hand...

"Put them... in me?" said Jenny with horror.

"If you don't, then I will" said Karen firmly. "You'll just have to remember to clench so as not to drop them. It's good exercise!"

Jenny took the love-balls with a disgusted expression, and pushed them up into her still-moist pussy. They felt cold and lumpy; very strange to be there. But when she started moving, she realized how they worked! Between the high heels, short skirt and worry-balls, she found herself limited to just small steps, lest she stumble or drop the balls. Karen walked ahead of her with a couple of full bags from the shop. As she walked, Karen talked on the phone, clearly arranging to meet several people, but Jenny couldn't get close enough to hear the details.

After a light lunch, eaten with a somewhat stilted conversation, Karen and Jenny headed back to Karen's place. As they drove, Karen rested her hand on Jenny's warm thigh again, now just inches from her naked pussy. The brunette woman explained that she intended to hang out by the pool that day, and having given her maid the day off, wanted Jenny to wait on her. After a shower, Jenny was to dress in the white micro-bikini and join her by the pool.

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Jenny washed herself thoroughly in Karen's power shower. Despite the warm water and expensive shower gel, she couldn't make herself feel completely clean though. Her feelings of desperation and dirtiness were too strong. The whole time she was showering, she kept wondering how to get out of this situation. Somehow she would have to get hold of the tape, as well as the pictures and videos Karen had been making incessantly the last couple of days. But when would she have the opportunity, she wondered, toweling herself off. It's not like she could just burgle the place! And if she did, what would Karen say? Would she tell Kyle everything? All the things she had made Jenny do? Jenny had never been any good at lying to her husband -- she could keep things from him, sure; but asked a direct question she was hopeless.

No, she thought, pulling on the tiny scraps of fabric that made up her white 'bikini', she needed some sort of opportunity, some time when Karen wasn't here to come up with a plan. Even as she thought this, she heard Karen calling her.

"I'll be just a moment -- it's just hard getting into this costume by myself!" she called down. This was certainly true; the front strings needing to be rethreaded through the tiny G-string segment each time, just to get the costume on and off.

Finally, she looked at herself in the mirror. Despite everything, she had to admit she looked good. "It's almost a shame Kyle will never see me in this" she murmured to herself.

Jenny left the bathroom and padded down the hallway. Turning the stairs, she heard laughter. She frowned, her steps slowing as she went cautiously down the stairs. There was definite laughter, and several women's voices coming from the den. Karen appeared, wearing a blue bikini and a sarong.

"Oh, that's good sweetie. That outfit looks so good on you." Karen pulled her in close and spoke quietly to her "Now I've got some friends round who are keen to meet you. We'll all hang out by the pool and have a good time -- but if you embarrass me, you'll regret it!"

Karen's voice went up as she took Jenny by the hand and led her into the den.

"Come on in, don't be shy," said Karen in a slightly sing-song voice as she pulled her nervous neighbor into the den. Waiting for them were three women; each of them women Jenny had seen visiting Karen before. Jenny tensed as she was led almost naked into the middle of the room of fully clothed women.

"Well Karen, she really is just as lovely in the flesh!" said the first women admiringly. She was a slightly heavier lady in her forties with thinning but well kept blonde hair, and a huge bosom beneath a stylish printed dress.

"Didn't I tell you? It's a shame Karen couldn't get the video to work on this thing!" said the second women, sitting behind Jenny. Turning, she recognized the manageress of "Dangerous Curves", a thin brunette with deep green eyes. Surprisingly sensibly dressed, with a string of pearls sitting on top of her blouse, and a soft grey skirt, she sat primly with her knees together. Jenny saw what she was gesturing to and blanched. On the huge LCD screen was a picture of her from behind in the tigerskin bikini, looking almost completely naked; the transparent threads just visible running into the crack of her ass!

"How about you Jenny?" asked the manageress. "Do you think you can get the videos to show from the camera?" she asked, gesturing to the tiny camera plugged directly into the LCD screen.

Jenny shook her head. "I'm afraid I'm not very good with electrical things," she said apologetically.

"Oh well, no matter" said the manageress. "We've got the real thing now, haven't we?" she said with an evil smile. She clicked a tiny remote control, bringing up the next photo, of Jenny in profile.

"Now, now ladies!" said Karen with a laugh. "Jenny's very new to this, so be gentle! She's agreed to look after us this afternoon, so why don't we get you some ****** whilst you peel off?"

"Oh, come on Karen!" laughed the first woman. "We've been waiting for Jenny to show her sexy body for ages now. Why not put her through her paces?"

Karen turned to Jenny, who looking distinctly uncomfortable. The brunette fixed her eyes with a level gaze and said coolly "Fair enough, Jenny's been enjoying showing herself off for me today, and she's here to entertain us -- she enjoys being told what to do, don't you Jenny?"

Jenny's insides squirmed. Doing what Karen had to say had been bad enough -- now she was expected to do the same for these strangers! Still, at least they didn't have cameras, and Karen wasn't using one either.

"Yes Mrs. Mulder," she said, dropping her eyes.

"I'll get us some ****** then," said Karen. "Jenny, I expect to behave yourself for these ladies just like you would for me... you can call them Mistress Mort, Mistress Gray and Miss Quick"

With that, she turned and left the room. Jenny was alone, near naked with three strangers, and was clearly expected to do whatever they said.

"Well now," said Mistress Gray, the manageress of 'Dangerous Curves'. "I think it's time for you to show off that sexy body of yours for us -- bend over girl, hands on your knees. No, facing away from me, I want to see your butt!"

Jenny shuffled round, turning crimson. With her bottom, almost completely exposed towards Mistress Gray, she was left facing Mistress Mort, the first lady who had spoke; whilst Mistress Quick was off to one side. Mistress Quick was the youngest, a redhead in her late twenties; extremely thin, with high, pert boobs.

"Now, put your legs apart and touch the floor, keeping your legs straight," continued Mistress Gray. "Goodness, you are a flexible little thing aren't you? And I do like your bottom -- it really is peachy! You must take great care of your body to have such soft smooth skin everywhere!"

Jenny took a moment to look away from the floor. Through her legs, she could see Mistress Gray leaning forwards. From her position, Jenny could see between the older woman's legs, glimpsing stocking tops beneath her skirt.

"Straighten up Jenny" came Mistress Mort's voice.

Jenny stood up, facing the older woman with a blush.

"Now, I want you to start jogging on the spot," said Mistress Mort. "Nice and quickly, now."

A little confused, but glad not to be bent over, Jenny started jogging from one foot to the other, her heavy breasts quickly bouncing up and down. Mistress Mort laughed and clapped her hands.

"Now isn't that a body that needs to be seen in motion?" called the bigger lady. "Jenny, start doing star jumps."

Feeling faintly ridiculous, Jenny did what she was told. As she jumped up and down, her breasts bounced wildly, and she felt the gusset of her costume rubbing hard against her pussy, pulled back and forth by the movement of her boobs tugging on the strings. She clenched, trying to keep the love-balls tucked up inside her. They were rolling about, stimulating her tremendously.

"You should see the view from this side," came Mistress Gray's voice. "Jenny, turn to face me."

The bouncing, blushing blonde did what she was told; still performing star jumps as though she was back in gym class. The manageress nodded appreciatively as she got to see the vigorous movements of Jenny's boobs.

After Jenny had been jumping for a couple of minutes, Miss Quick finally spoke.

"I've got a new one for you Jenny," came her voice authoritatively. Jenny looked over, to see that Miss Quick had taken her top off to reveal an aquamarine bikini top, well filled by her youthful breasts.

"Now hold your arms up and jump round on the spot -- one way then the other. Your arms go the opposite way to your legs, and your head stays still."

It took Jenny a couple of seconds to get this right, spinning her top and bottom in opposite directions, boobs flailing wildly. The youngest woman giggled "Ha ha ha! Not very sexy though, it's all too quick. Try climbing on the spot -- like you were climbing a ladder."

Once more, Jenny started to jog, this time raising her arms and causing her boobs to flex and bounce. She heard music start to play, and saw Karen standing by the CD player.

"That seems like a good warm-up, ladies," laughed the sultry brunette. "But I want to get in the hot tub, and I'm taking my toy with me. If you're coming, you'd better get changed!

Karen beckoned to Jenny, and walked out the patio doors into the sunshine. Glancing at the women around her, Jenny followed nervously.

Karen walked out into her back yard, which was spacious and high-walled, with a large pool, hot tub and outdoor shower. She put down the tray of glasses and the jug she was carrying by the tub, and climbed in, switching on the water jets.

"Jump in sweetie," she called to the curvaceous blonde. Jenny climbed in obediently, and Karen pulled Jenny down to sit on her lap with a laugh.

Karen wrapped her arms about her pretty plaything, pulling her in for a kiss. Karen's eyes gleamed evilly.

"You're doing so well -- I'm so proud of you!" she said warmly

"But Karen," Jenny whined softly "all these people..."

"Shhh... don't worry," said the dominant brunette. "They can keep a secret... we all can -- it's not like our husbands know what we get up to!"

"Now," she said, turning Jenny to face the house, where the three ladies were emerging clad in swimsuits. "I want you to be friendly to these friends of mine... I think you'll enjoy yourself!

Jenny whimpered as Karen's hands teased her barely-covered nipples. Watching Karen's friends approach, she saw hunger in their eyes, and turned away, closing her eyes.

"Look at it this way sweetie -- we're all girls here... what could be the worst that would happen? It's not like it matters or anything... no-one will ever know..."

Jenny's willpower drained away as the skilled fingers played with her breasts. The constant domination of Karen, and now her friends, was intoxicating. She had almost no ability to resist left...

She felt Karen lift her, helped by a pair of strong hands, and in a moment, she was sitting on another woman's lap; she wasn't sure whose. Her eyes were still closed as her head was tilted back for a deep kiss, a strong tongue invading her mouth. She felt firm hands caressing her breasts, several pairs of hands at that.

A hand curled between her thighs, fingers pushing under her tiny bikini. She moaned as her pussy lips were stimulated again, strong fingers plunging inside her as her breasts and lips were manipulated, her mouth invaded by a strong tongue.

Jenny couldn't think, couldn't retain a coherent thought as her mouth and pussy were invaded by the skillful women, each exploring her body without regard for consent or desire. The love-balls were pulled out, bringing a grunt from the hyperstimulated blonde as they stretched her pussy one last time. Knowing fingers curled up, rubbing against the front wall of her pussy, stimulating her G-spot before sliding in and out between her swollen lips. As one woman kissed her mouth, another took a nipple into her own mouth, sucking and nibbling it gently.

She gasped as she felt her orgasm approaching, faster than she would have thought possible. Liquid fire lit up her belly, tearing through her with a passionate cry.

"AaaaAAAAaaahhh!" she burst, shrieking around the tongue probing her mouth. Her lips, her tongue, her breasts and her pussy were all connected as if by electricity surging through her body.

She bucked and moaned, lying limp and helpless over warm near-naked flesh. Slowly, her eyes flickered open.

She was seated on the lap of the youngest woman, Miss Quick, who had bent her back by the hair, and was French-kissing her passionately. The most mature lady, Mistress Mort, sitting to the right was kissing and caressing her boobs. Across the hot-tub, she could see Karen watching with a broad smile, meaning it must be Mistress Gray crouched to the left, exploring her pussy so expertly.

Mistress Gray stood up between Jenny's legs, water cascading off her mature but toned body, clad in a sensible blue bikini. She put her arms out, pulling Jenny to her feet and bringing her in for a deep kiss. Behind Jenny's back, Miss Quick pouted, before sinking to her knees to kiss and caress Jenny's curvaceous bottom. Mistress Mort came to Jenny's side, sliding her fingers between Jenny's legs, moving up towards her tingling pussy.

Jenny was helpless as the hungry and dominant women played with her. Again, her body reacted, and she felt her stomach muscles tightening and her nipples swelling as her orgasm approached. Unbeknownst to her, Karen was whispering instructions in each lady's ear. The feeling of light and joy rose in her pussy, building to a crescendo when....everything stopped!

Suddenly, Jenny was alone, gasping, just inches away from another extraordinary climax. The want and need in her eyes was palpable, but the three women moved back, not touching her.

"Jenny," said Karen clearly. "Jenny, look at me."

"Jenny, do you want to come?"

Jenny groaned loudly. "Yeeessss!"

"Well, I think you should return some of the pleasures my friends are giving you first," said Karen in a pleasantly reasonable tone of voice.

"Get out of the pool and go to the kitchen. There is a tray on the table, covered with a cloth. You can leave the cloth, but bring the tray back here." Karen ordered her.

Jenny looked around at the three smiling women, groaning again, and got out of the pool. As she walked towards the house, she heard a wolf-whistle from behind her. Nearing the kitchen door, she saw her reflection in the glass -- she was now completely naked, having lost the flimsy excuse for a costume at some point. She was beyond caring though, padding through the kitchen and over to the table.

Seeing the large tray, she pulled the cloth away, revealing a large array of sex toys. There were at least half a dozen large dildos, some with straps. There were handcuffs, nipple clamps, and a set of cuffs with a two-foot bar between them. There were silk scarves, a blindfold, KY jelly, and suntan oil.

Her heart sank -- but she didn't hesitate before picking up the tray. She reminded herself that she had no choice, as she was being blackmailed. And she tried hard not to acknowledge just how much she wanted to come again.

Carrying the tray back out, Jenny walked naked back to the four women in the hot tub. There was now music playing from an outside speaker system, something Jenny didn't recognize, but which had a heavy beat, and sensual chords. She put the tray down by the tub, and moved to get back in, but Miss Quick stopped her with an upraised hand.

"We think it's time to work on your tan sweetie," said the young woman, standing up. "So you stay there and we'll oil you up."

Clad in a skimpy two-piece bathing suit - although nothing like as skimpy as the costumes Jenny had been wearing earlier - Miss Quick had girlish curves despite her slender form, and Jenny's eyes were drawn to her swaying hips as she climbed out of the pool, followed by Mistress Gray. Miss Quick took the bottle of tanning oil from the tray, pouring a large quantity into her palm, and handing the bottle on. The two women flanked Jenny, running oily hands down her body in broad strokes.

"Put your hands on your head, baby" said Miss Quick, caressing Jenny's breasts, now gleaming with oil. They lifted and stretched as she obeyed, glistening in the hot sun. Her nipples were like raspberries, swollen in their dark pink areolas, and Miss Quick teased and rubbed them as she manipulated the older woman's breasts. Meanwhile, Mistress Gray rubbed the muscles of Jenny's upper back, massaging in the warm oil. Her hands sunk lower, lower, till she was caressing Jenny's firm butt cheeks. Her fingers probed the tight cleft between her buttocks, and Jenny clenched *************.

"Relax, sweetie." Mistress Gray murmured in her ear, and Jenny ****** herself to relax, trying to ignore the fact that finally moving down Jenny's belly, Miss Quick was running her fingers closer and closer to Jenny's shaven quim.

"Now move your legs apart - no, further than that... that's better" crooned the manageress of the lingerie shop. She had loved seeing Jenny put through her paces through the two-way mirror earlier, and was keen to do the same soon. But she did like a nice piece of ass, and Jenny's...c'est magnifique! As her suppliers might say. With Jenny's legs apart, she toyed with the stunning blonde's perineum before bringing an oily finger to her tight ass-hole. Pushing gently, she listened eagerly for Jenny's sudden intake of breath as her ass was invaded for the first time.

Jenny started to pant a little as Mistress Gray inserted the whole length of her finger into Jenny's rectum, sliding smoothly in and out.

Meanwhile, Miss Quick knelt between Jenny's spread feet, and looked at the older woman's swollen pussy lips. Given her age and two ********, Jenny's pussy was remarkably neat and young-looking; the inner lips only protruding a short way into the daylight. The kneeling girl used her fingers to gently pull Jenny's vulva apart, revealing her erect clitoris, and the inner lips glistening with pussy juice. She leant forward, just shy of touching the aroused woman, and inhaled deeply. The thick, musky scent of Jenny's arousal filled her head and she sighed with pleasure, breathing in and out for several seconds before finally extending her tongue to taste the wetness she loved.

Karen and Miss Mort stood to get a better view of the three women - Jenny, naked and flushed, her face contorted with overstimulation; Miss Quick kneeling at her feet in a skimpy thong bikini, lapping hungrily at Jenny's wet pussy; and Miss Gray, a more controlled figure towering over Jenny, her hand pumping away between Jenny's butt-cheeks. She now had two fingers pumping Jenny's tight rear hole rapidly. The older woman had removed her top, and her small firm boobs pressed into Jenny's back.

Miss Mort grinned at Karen, giving her a wink of congratulations. The oldest woman here was wearing a single-piece swimming costume, which she pushed down to reveal overflowing boobs, and a mature, but very womanly figure. Between her thighs was a thick bush of dark hair.

"Pam's certainly enjoying herself, Karen! It almost seems a shame to interrupt, doesn't it?" said Mistress Mort with a smile, not at all embarrassed by her own nakedness.

Karen laughed. "You go right ahead, Dee. Tessa's your little girl, after all."

"Tessa! Tessa!" Dee called, laying her hand on Miss Quick's shoulder. After a few seconds, the thin redhead pulled back from Jenny, her face covered in sticky juices, shining in the sun. She looked up plaintively for a moment, and then smiled broadly as she saw the figure standing behind her. She turned around, shuffling forwards to take up the same position she had with Jenny, nuzzling into the older woman's cunny as she stood over her.

Karen walked up to Jenny, and smeared tanning oil over the rest of Jenny's arms, legs and face as Miss Gray probed her bottom and groped at her breasts. Jenny's eyes were open, and Karen held her gaze as she ran her hands over Jenny's lithe form until her whole body was gleaming with oil.

Jenny felt Mistress Gray pulling her backwards, and stepped quickly as the finger pulled at her anus. In two steps, she was on the grass surrounding the pool, and with a sudden jerk the fingers were gone.

"Now," said Mistress Gray with a grin. "I want you to 'Display' yourself for me." She said, emphasizing the command word, 'Display'.

Jenny was sinking down onto the grass before even wondering how this woman had learned that phrase, but presumed that Karen had taught it to her. She lay on her back, and lifted her legs, curling them up until her ankles lay either side of her head. Her butt lifted off the ground and her pussy became the main feature of her obscene posture, her ass beneath slightly swollen.

"Mmmm... that's a good toy," said Mistress Gray. "Can you hold that position with one hand? Good...Now, bring the other hand down to play with that pretty pussy."

In this position, she was sure there was nothing pretty about her pussy, gaping slightly in this obscene position. Gingerly, still able to feel embarrassed despite what this woman had already seen and done to her, Jenny obediently began to stroke herself, fingers sinking effortlessly into her soaking quim. She began to masturbate, gently thrusting two fingers in and out of her lips before pulling them out to circle and rub over her clitoris, which was more swollen than ever.

Mistress Gray squatted down beside her, running a hand down over the back of her legs.

"No, don't stop stroking yourself, my pet," she chuckled, bringing the hand back up to caress Jenny's breasts, squashed skywards by her legs pushing inwards. Jenny began to pant, a flush spreading over her face and chest; her fingers thrusting in and out faster and faster.

"Slow down, slow down" the dominant figure chided her gently. "You aren't allowed to come until you've brought me the same pleasure."

Jenny stared at her hollowly, her fingers hardly slowing. Mistress Gray grasped her wrist, bringing her to a stop deep inside her pussy.

"Roll over," commanded the tall woman, pulling Jenny's hand back with a sucking sound. Denied her close orgasm again, Jenny moaned with dismay as she let go of her ankles, rolling onto her side, and then onto all fours. Mistress Gray sat on the ground, then lay back, propping herself up on her elbows. Her small breasts tightened, gentle swells above her belly, with long hard nipples protruding upwards temptingly.

"Come to me." She ordered. Jenny obediently shuffled over to her feet, and Mistress Gray lifted one, stroking Jenny's face with it roughly.

"Suck it."

Mistress Gray's big toe was already pressing at Jenny's lips, and she obediently took it between her lips, sucking on the digit like a lollipop. Mistress Gray grinned, pulling her foot -- and Jenny -- closer.

"Now come up and kiss me," she ordered. She pulled her toe free, and Jenny sighed, obediently padding forward with her hands either side of Mistress Gray's chest. Her heavy breasts dragged along Mistress Gray's belly, and up onto her chest as Jenny neared her target. As she turned her head to kiss Mistress Gray, their breasts squashed together, her mistress's hard nipples sinking into her soft flesh. Their lips met, a warm tongue sliding dominantly into Jenny's mouth. She toyed with it, sucking gently on the slippery invader.

"Now," said Mistress Gray, between kisses. "Go back down and lick me, Toy. Eat me out like the sex slave you are!"

Jenny moved back, obediently kissing her way down Mistress Gray's body until she came to the tight strip of bikini fabric. Jenny slid her fingers underneath, squatting up on her haunches to pull the pants down. Mistress Gray lifted her buttocks to help, and in a moment, Jenny was pulling the bikini over her feet. She settled her feet flat to the floor, knees bent. Her mature sex lay open like a rose flower, moist lips lying one within the other. The outer lips were shaved clean, but there was a thick bush covering her pubis.

Jenny took a breath to steel herself, looking at the slim, womanly figure in front of her. She remembered Karen's taste from the day before; and the pungent taste that clung to her tongue. She dipped her head forward, detecting the heady scent as her lips neared those of her mistress.

A warm, musky, pungent taste filled Jenny's mouth as she made contact with Mistress Gray's wet cunny. Both women groaned, one with the pleasure of her pussy finally being tasted by the submissive slave; the other with the pleasure of tasting a pussy for only the second time; and the excitement of being ordered to do it. The threat of blackmail was long forgotten; Jenny had not thought of it in some time, merely obeying the orders she was given because it felt right, not out of fear.

The sexy soccer-mom's submissive tendencies had been well and truly opened up, and she was enjoying her ********** enormously. Despite her lack of lesbian experience, she was making great sweeping strokes of her tongue along the length of Mistress Gray's slit, before plunging her tongue deep inside to taste the musky interior. The taste filled her, and she was almost aware of nothing else, moaning and grunting as she licked at the hot quim in front of her. Moaning with delight, Mistress Gray's arms buckled, and she lay back naked on the grass in the sunshine, exulting in the feeling of being eaten out by the submissive slut between her legs.

Karen looked down approvingly at her sexy neighbor eagerly licking at the pussy of her good friend Pam. She looked round to Dee and Tessa, somewhat torn, and Dee caught her eye, winking at her. The mature woman was incorrigible! Karen was a dirty woman, well used to being dominant, but Dee was truly shameless! Jenny was Karen's slut, and ~Karen was enjoying showing her off, partly because before her, Tessa had been the submissive slut whom Dee shared with the others. Tessa was actually Dee's *************, who had been such a downy innocent when she married into the family...

Karen took a moment to choose between Jenny and Tessa, but her new toy was always going to be her top priority right now! She picked a strap-on dildo from the tray Jenny had fetched, choosing a wide cock some nine inches long, with a three-inch shaft to go into Karen's own pussy. She slid her long legs into the straps, pulling the fake cock up and positioning it at her lightly-trimmed pussy before inserting the thick shaft between her wet lips. She smiled with pleasure as she buckled the straps, walking over to stand behind Jenny's kneeling form.

Karen knelt down, positioning herself behind the bobbing form of Jenny as the submissive woman licked and sucked at Pam's mature pussy. She placed her hands on Jenny's buttocks, pulling them firmly apart before thrusting the long dildo deep into Jenny's hot pussy.

"Aaaaahhhhh....." groaned Jenny, her face lifting up from her new mistress's pussy. The slim brunette's hands quickly curved behind Jenny's head, drawing her back down.

Karen watched with glee as she thrust the dildo in and out, easily sliding into the aroused soccer-mom, the thick shaft instantly gleaming with wetness. She set up a steady rhythm, in and out, and Jenny began to thrust her ass back onto Karen's thrusting thighs.

The three women began to grunt, thrust, moan and groan all together as their mutual pleasures rose. Karen thrust the thick dildo in and out of Jenny's pink pussy lips from behind, as the shorter dildo on the other end stimulated her own pussy and clitoris. Jenny pushed her tongue deep into Pam's moist slit, her nose buried in the curls atop Pam's pubis. Pam lay back as the delicious sensations Jenny brought forth ran through her. With one hand, Pam held Jenny's head; with the other she fondled her own small but sensitive breasts, teasing the nipples to a firm erection.

Jenny, hyperstimulated as she was, was the first whose orgasm broke over her, surging the length of her spine. Her arms collapsed, and her face collapsed into Pam's crotch. The thinner woman came too, legs scissoring around Jenny's head, holding her tightly as Pam's pussy bucked upwards. Finally, Karen came too, the shaft in her pussy rubbing against her stretched pussy lips and clitoris enough to tip her into her own head-rushing orgasm.

The three collapsed slowly into a heap of firm, pink flesh; sweaty bodies sliding over each other as they settled down. After a few moments, Karen pulled the pink shaft from Jenny's wet pussy and rolled onto her back on the grass, her womanly body looking decidedly strange with the large phallus strapped to her crotch.

Jenny and Pam were left on the grass, and slowly sat up. Pam sat forward with a broad smile, taking Jenny's face between her hands.

"That was fucking fantastic, my lovely!" she said, placing a long wet kiss on Jenny's mouth, tasting her own juices. "I look forward to more of that later!"

Pam stood and stretched, her slim body proudly naked in the sunshine, arms above her head.

"I'm for a shower," she announced, padding off to the end of the swimming pool to the open-air shower.

Jenny knelt in the grass, gasping for breath as Karen lay beside her. A shadow fell across them, and Jenny looked up to see Mistress Mort and Miss Quick surveying the two of them. Miss Quick was holding something, and Jenny looked, not surprised in the least to see another dildo. She nodded, and was beginning to bend forward when Mistress Mort spoke.

"Not this time, pet. Stand up."

Jenny obeyed, and Mistress Mort signaled to Miss Quick, who knelt at Jenny's feet holding the dildo. She ordered Jenny to lift her feet, one after the other; and after a moment was dragging the strap-on up Jenny's slender legs, still gleaming with sweat on top of oil.

Jenny watched, half-stunned. The strap-on tool was a thick eight inches of thick black cock; on the side facing Jenny there was what looked like a bunch of grapes on the other, which would clearly rub against her clitoris and pussy lips.

In a moment, the strap-on was fully on, the straps pulled up over her full buttocks. The bunch of grapes pressed teasingly against her pussy, and the thick dildo projected outwards obscenely.

"Time for you to give me what I want," laughed Mistress Mort. "Come over here, and lay down."

Jenny was taken by the hand and led slightly away from Karen before Mistress Mort settled onto the grass, pulling Jenny down beside her. She began to kiss Jenny, fondling her breasts and teasing her nipples. As her tongue slid into Jenny's mouth, Jenny found herself beginning to reciprocate, one hand coming up to explore her Mistress's fleshy mounds.

"Taste them," ordered Mistress Mort after a minute, pressing down on Jenny's head until the blonde ducked, bringing her mouth into line with the large breasts and hard nipples of her current mistress. Jenny didn't hesitate, taking one of the dark brown nipples into her mouth, and sucking deeply. Her hands cupped Mistress Mort's heavy breasts, kneading them like dough.

"Aaah...oooh...that's nice, Pet" murmured Mistress Mort. "I do like to feel a sexy young body like yours against mine. Reach down to my pussy sweetie -- make sure it's nice and wet..."

Switching to the other nipple, Jenny reached down obediently; curling her hand between Mistress Mort's spread legs. Her fingers ran through the thick bush, and sank effortlessly into the older woman's soaking wet pussy -- hardly surprising, given how skilled Miss Quick was at cunnilungus!

"Yes" said Jenny softly, lips finally leaving the hard nipples "you're very wet, Mistress Mort."

"Well, I think it's high time you put that thick cock of yours inside me, Pet. You do want to, don't you?"

"Yes"

"What do you want to do?"

"I want to...put the dildo in you..."

"No sweetie. Try again. What would a man say..."

"I want to -- I want to fuck you! To put my cock in you! Fuck you hard" The words came out of Jenny's mouth faster and faster, each sentence finishing almost desperately before leading on to the next.

Mistress Mort rolled fully onto her back, pulling Jenny's smaller frame on top of her. With her legs spread wide, Jenny fell between them, taking up the male part of the missionary position. She reached down to guide the dildo inside her Mistress's soaking pussy, and pushed, being rewarded with a long moan from Mistress Mort as it slid deep inside.

Jenny began to move back and forth; awkwardly at first, as these were not the movements she usually made during lovemaking. Quickly though, she became accustomed to it, picking up a rhythm to drive the dildo in and out. As she moved, the berries on the inside of the dildo pressed against her pussy and clitoris. If she hadn't been so aroused already, it might have been more annoying than anything else; but in her heightened state, it sent small shocks through her cunt as it teased her clitoris.

Their bodies moved together, firm flesh pressing into Mistress Mort's more mature frame. The two women, both beautiful in their own way, looked stunning to their forgotten audience, the watching Karen, Pam and Tessa. Karen grinned broadly as she watched their soft bodies pressing together, boobs squashing into each other. She hardly noticed Pam pulling Tessa on top of her on a pool lounger, so pleased was she with watching Jenny's progress into lesbian **********.

Karen knelt down next to the two curvaceous women fucking on the grass, whispering into Jenny's ear.

"God, you look so sexy. So fucking sexy, fucking my friend. Your fine ass pumping away between her legs. She's loving it -- aren't you loving it, Dee?" her voice rose at the end.

"Ah! Oh yeah -- so sweet -she's got a lovely cock, and she's getting good at using it!" said Dee.

Jenny began to pant as she fucked her Mistress; not the usual panting of sexual excitement, but simply through the effort of fucking away in the bright sunshine. Sweat covered every inch of her glowing frame, and her face was flushed. Dee began to grunt, and Jenny could tell an orgasm was rising. She felt strangely determined to bring her mistress to orgasm, and ignored the aches in her thighs to thrust harder and harder into the woman beneath her. In another minute, Dee cried aloud, her body tensing as an orgasm rushed through her, and Jenny let her movements slow and stop.

Dee lifted her head, kissing Jenny passionately, before telling her to keep going. Jenny sighed slightly, but got back to work, thrusting away. Dee wasn't satisfied until Jenny had brought her another two orgasms in quick succession, and when they were done, Jenny felt that her legs were burning.

The two women finally rolled apart, gasping for breath, and Jenny clutched at her thighs, aching with cramp. After a moment, Karen knelt beside her, and was rubbing at her thighs, looking almost concerned! Jenny laid back and let Karen work. After a few minutes, the aching was much improved, and Karen had taken off Jenny's strap-on dildo.

"Do your legs feel better, Toy?" came Karen's voice.

Eyes still closed, Jenny nodded, then remembered to say "Yes, Mistress"

"Good. Now to take your mind off your legs, I've got one more treat for you -- I need you to get in the 'Flaunt' position for me -- come on..."

Karen pushed at Jenny's side, helping her to roll over. Remembering the position she had adopted so long ago in the lingerie shop, Jenny brought her arse into the air, knees wide. She pillowed her head on her folded arms, turning her face to one side.

"That's right, Toy" said Karen. "I've got a lovely treat for you now, to reward you for being so obedient. Isn't that nice of me?"

"Yes, Mrs. Mulder" said Jenny.

"I'm going to fuck you, my Toy. Fuck you like you've never been fucked before" said Karen from behind her.

Jenny could sense Karen kneeling down behind her, between Jenny's calves. After a moment, she felt the head of something large pressing at her swollen pussy lips. She pushed back gently, feeling the thick shaft spreading her lips widely. Karen was being strangely gentle, thought Jenny vaguely, before a second sensation hit her.

A second firm object was pressing against her anus, still sensitive from the many fingers which had been in there today. But the fingers had been slender compared with the dildo now pressing against the tight ring. Jenny's eyes opened, and she flinched forwards, but Karen had hold of her hips, riding with her and driving forwards.

Jenny's bottom was suddenly being split, her anal ring stretched as part of the invading dildo slid inside. She gasped, protesting "No!" over and over again. But Karen was having no argument, sliding the twin dildos deeper into her naked sex slave. Jenny's eyes bulged as she felt the two fake cocks drive deeper, both her pussy and bottom stretching to accommodate what felt like huge shafts pressing deeper into them.

"Aaah-uhn! Aah-uhn! Aah-uhn!" cried Jenny as Karen began to rock back and forth; the twin dildos sliding in and then out of her two holes. She felt split in two, but the pain in her bottom was somehow transformed by her arousal, and the cock in her pussy. Soon, the waves of sensation coursing through her body were pure pleasure as Karen rode her.

Jenny felt Karen's firm thighs bouncing against her buttocks as the dominant woman slid the twin strap-ons all the way into her most private places. But Jenny was beyond caring about being used, ******, and humiliated. She wasn't even caring that she had never before had a cock -- real or fake -- in her ass. In fact, she didn't have a coherent thought in her head as Karen expertly pumped her ass and pussy with her strap-on sex toys. All she could feel now was ecstasy; desire, a need to orgasm one last time. Her pussy lips and ass were stretched wide, sending messages of pleasure through her body. Wordlessly, she pressed back against her Mistress, pushing herself deeper still onto the rubber cocks.

Karen watched as Jenny's protestations died away, as she surrendered to the two cocks probing her twin holes. She saw the blonde's face, pressed sideways against the ground, twist with fear, then pain, then melt into an expression of pure, hungry desire. She felt Jenny begin to press back onto her, and grinned, quickening her strokes.

Jenny's mind exploded in a kaleidoscope of colors as her first anal orgasm blasted through her. But Karen was merciless, continuing to fuck her beautiful slave, and Jenny's orgasms came again and again.

Jenny moaned deliriously, unable to think at all on the crest of the amazing sensations Karen was bringing her. She could hardly breathe, and as color flash-bulbs went off in her head, it grew suddenly dark, and she was still.

....

Jenny woke a little later. She saw blue sky above her, and was momentarily confused. She realized she was lying on the grass, a cool breeze blowing over her naked body, and remembered where she was. Slowly, she sat up. She heard a voice calling her name, and looked around to see the four women splashing in the swimming pool, calling her over.

Unsteadily, Jenny stood up and tottered over to the pool, sitting down on the edge before lowering herself into the cool water. The water felt cold, and flowed over her skin like soothing silk. Her nipples tightened once more as they were chilled.

"Jenny," called Karen. "Good to see you up and about!"

"That looked like fun," called Mistress Gray, her dark hair slicked back over her head. She laid relaxed back, arms out of the side of the pool, her small breasts just above the water.

Miss Quick swam up beside Jenny and winked at her. "That looked like an amazing orgasm!" she said excitedly. "I've never seen anybody faint like that during sex -- I thought it was just something people made up for books."

Jenny blushed slightly. "I...er...I think I was pretty hot in the sun and everything..." she mumbled.

"Well, next time I want my turn" said the younger girl with a pout. "I think I missed out today, not getting to play with you properly -- so next time, you're going down on me first! Right?" she asked almost fiercely.

"Um -- yeah -- sure" said Jenny, not looking her in the eye. Miss Quick squealed with delight, throwing her arms about Jenny and planting a wet kiss on her cheek; young breasts pressing into Jenny's side.

"It's a date!" said Miss Quick with excitement.

The other women were much calmer already, and soon Jenny had relaxed and calmed down a little. She swam gently, feeling the ache from her bottom with every kick of her legs. Her pussy felt well-stretched, and she wondered vaguely as to the size of the dildo Karen had penetrated her with.

Before long, Mistress Mort announced that she and Tessa would be leaving soon. Everyone got out of the pool, as Mistress Gray said she would do the same. They were all friendly to Jenny, giving her a hug or a kiss, although still no-one called her by her name, and all three mentioned 'the next time' as though it was a foregone conclusion that there would be one.

Before she left, Miss Quick snuck a small note into Jenny's hand with a final kiss, almost shyly this time.

As she walked the other women out of the house, Karen ordered Jenny to tidy up, and she obediently began walking around, picking up cups, dildos and tubes of lubricant. Walking naked around the garden, she found the double strap-on which Karen had used on her. The uppermost dildo was surprisingly normal-sized; about seven inches long and an inch thick; whilst the lower one was double the thickness and about ten inches long. She could barely close her fingers around it -- no wonder her pussy was sore!

Finishing her chore, Jenny read the note Miss Quick had slipped her -- "That was fun. Glad to have someone like you to play with. Call me if you want to play, just the two of us. Tessa. 224-7683'

Jenny stared at the note, before folding it into her hand. What was happening to her? She was -- she was tempted! Not just a little bit either -- she really wanted to get along with that sexy girl who had licked her pussy so well! She was a married woman -- and Tessa was almost young enough to be her ********!

She finished tidying and carried the tray of sex toys back inside, her tiny bikini dangling from one hand.

It was getting late, and Karen was bound to let her go before their husbands got home -- but what would she make her do tomorrow?

Jenny arrived at home before anyone else, and ran straight into the shower. Under the hot spray, she scrubbed her hair to get out the mud and grass that had been rubbed in as she was fucked on the ground by Karen and her friends. Once her hair was clean, she took her favourite shower cream, with ylang-ylang and cinnamon, and began to clean herself. Her hands roamed over the body she had spent so many years keeping in shape, cleaning her breasts and between her thighs with extra care.

Slowly, as her head cleared, she became aware of messages from her body - the dull aches in her pussy and her ass; the stretched muscles in her thighs and her jaw; the mild tingling of her shoulders. Looking around, she saw a slight pinkness to her shoulder blades.

Well, at least that was something she could work on, she thought to herself. Shutting the shower off, she wrapped herself in a towelling robe and went through to her bedroom.

Jenny sat on the bed with her best moisturiser for her face, and rich body butter for the rest of her. After delicately stroking the moisturiser over her high cheekbones and smooth forehead, she flipped the robe off to sit nude on the bed.

She took the body butter, and began to thoroughly smooth it into her skin, rubbing the creamy substance into the slightly sensitive skin of her back, where she had caught the sun. Then, she rubbed it over her arms, before moving down to her breasts. She sighed slightly - she had always been proud of her boobs; always jutting upwards, firm and proud. She had taken good care of them, wearing well-designed support underwear, and regularly using body butter or other creams to keep the skin supple.

Jenny had thought that only her husband would see her naked breasts after they were married, and kind of liked the idea that they were special to him. But now, they had been admired and caressed by a group of women - strangers, apart from Karen. She wasn't really sure how she felt about that really - she knew she should have hated it; she should have been angry - insanely angry - but she couldn't deny how good it had felt; how many orgasms she had had as the women played with her body.

Jenny had never had a sexual thought about women before, and wasn't really sure how to handle what she had experienced today. Despite what it looked like she was doing in the video that Karen had dug up from her past, Jenny had really been pretty unaware of what was happening that night. She and her friends had gone out in the city, gotten ***** with a bunch of guys, and ended up smoking dope and kissing each other. And more...

But that had been *****en stupidity, a bit of a laugh at the time, and a huge embarrassment afterwards. Jenny had thrown herself back at Kyle after that night, quickly marrying him, and never really dealt with the experiences which she had had.

She certainly had never looked at another woman sexually before, but these last two days - especially today! As she ran greasy fingers along her smooth legs, Jenny remembered the bodies of the women that afternoon - Karen's dark figure holding Jenny naked on her lap; the mature softness of Mistress Mort; the long legs and small high breasts of Mistress Gray; and particularly the curved pertness of the beautiful young Miss Quick...

Jenny's eyes had closed, and she lay back on the bed, the fingers of one hand gently stroking between her legs...a single nail stimulating the outer lips of her pussy...advancing alongside a second finger into her already wet pussy...

Her breathing quickened as she stimulated herself, fingers pressing in until her knuckles pressed against her clitoris...

The jangling phone shocked Jenny out of her trance, and she jumped up in a panic before realising what the sound was. She took a moment to calm herself before picking up the phone.

"Hello?" she said as calmly as she could.

"Hello, Jenny" came Karen's voice, her husky tones drawling softly. "I looked out of the front window and saw you were still all alone. And I didn't want my close friend to be lonely..."

"Um...thank you Karen. I'm fine" said Jenny, a little too quickly.

"Really? Because you sound a bit out of breath - what were you doing?" came the reply.

"Just, um, showering. My hair was all grassy," said Jenny half-truthfully.

Karen wasn't fooled at all. "Really?" she asked again, wonder in her tone. "Because I think you were doing something else..."

"I was... Moisturising - I'm a bit sunburnt on my shoulders," said Jenny desperately.

"And..."

Jenny didn't answer.

"And where were you 'moisturising' when I called? Where, exactly, were your fingers?" came Karen's relentless probing.

Jenny tried to think of an answer, but she knew Karen had guessed the truth somehow, just from listening to Jenny speak.

"I was... They were... In my... In my pussy, Karen" said Jenny, dejectedly.

"Ah, ah, ah!" came a warning tut.

"I mean Miss Mulder. In my pussy, Miss Mulder."

"I knew it!" came Karen's crowing voice. "Never try and get away with that again, my little slave-slut! I can read you like a book. Are you naked?"

Jenny nodded. "Yes Miss Mulder." she said sheepishly.

"Have you got a speakerphone in your bedroom?" Karen asked.

Jenny had to look to see. "Yes"

"Put me on speakerphone and get on the bed."

Jenny did this, sitting cautiously on the bedside.

"So Jenny, has Kyle seen your pussy since you shaved it?" asked Karen.

"No - he got home late last night, and was tired."

"Hmmmm. Has he ever asked you to shave it?"

"When we were younger I shaved, before having the kids."

"So it's been a while then. Tell me about your sex life..."

"It's - its fine. Good. We have sex most weekends" said Jenny with embarrassment.

"Sounds a bit stale, don't you think? Does he go down on you?"

"No. Not for a long time."

"I bet you'd like him to, though."

"Yes," said Jenny honestly.

"Did you like it when Tessa went down on you this afternoon?"

Jenny hesitated, but after a warning prompt from the speaker phone, admitted the truth.

"Yes."

"What were you thinking about when you were playing with yourself just now?"

Jenny thought about lying, but knew that Karen would see straight through her.

"I was thinking about this afternoon. I was thinking about the sex. About all the naked bodies."

"And that was getting you hot?"

"Uh-huh. I was remembering Miss Quick's body, and her breasts."

"Are you touching yourself?"

"No."

"Start touching yourself, like you were earlier. Then keep telling me what you were thinking."

Jenny's traitorous fingers slid to her pussy, and she lay back on the bed with a sigh.

"I was remembering Miss Quick... Kneeling in front of me... Her tongue in my pussy whilst... Whilst Mistress Gray played with my bottom."

Jenny lifted her fingers from her damp slit to run them gently across her clitoris with a soft sigh.

"What was she doing with your bottom?" asked Karen. Jenny could almost hear her grinning, but hardly cared.

"She put her fingers in. Into my bottom. Playing with me..."

Jenny was using two hands now; one to tease her clitoris, and the other to delve deep into her wet, hungry pussy.

"Did you enjoy that?" came the inevitable question.

"Yes," Jenny replied, sighing as her fingers slid in and out between her wet lower lips.

"And what about later? When you were kneeling down with me behind you..."

Jenny swallowed hesitantly, not wanting to admit it.

"Did you like that?"

"Yes" said Jenny with a slight sob. Her fingers moved faster as the words spilled out. "It was amazing. Being fucked by you... I was so turned on... I came so hard..."

"Being watched by my friends as you came."

"Yes." said Jenny, her breath rising. "I was so turned on..." she repeated, arching slightly off the bed.

"Jenny, I want you to 'Flaunt' yourself for me... Put your head near the phone." Karen ordered.

Jenny stopped her scissoring fingers for a moment, and then pulled them out with a pop. Karen had taught her that command earlier today - a specific position she had to adopt.

Obediently, she rolled onto her knees, placing her head on the pillows. She brought her legs up and her belly down, knees wide apart, her nude ass sticking up in the air.

"Are you in the position?" came Karen's voice.

"Yes." said Jenny breathlessly.

"Good. Now, put your fingers back into your pussy."

Jenny did as she was told with a soft moan as she pushed three sticky fingers into her pussy.

"Push them in and out. Tell me how it feels"

"Oh! It feels good. So good." In and out, in and out.

"You're naked, on your knees for me, fucking yourself for me, imagining they're my fingers sliding into you. Tell me how good that makes you feel."

"Ahhh... It feels so good... Being fucked by you... So good..."

Jenny was quickly losing herself. It was so easy for her now, so soon after Karen had blackmailed her, to just forget about that, and just enjoy being submissive to her dominant black neighbour. She could really believe it was Karen's fingers in her pussy, driving into her G-spot, knuckles rubbing her clit...

"Put the fingers of your other hand in your mouth. Then put them behind you..."

Jenny obeyed, guessing with excitement what was coming.

"Push two fingers into your ass. Fuck your ass for me..."

Jenny gasped as she pushed the first two fingers of her left hand against the tight ring of her bottom. She focussed on relaxing her tight anus, and with just a little more effort, her moistened fingers slid inside. Now, she was pumping both of her holes; one hand behind her back to reach her ass, the other under her belly as it rubbed at her pussy.

"Have you got your fingers in your ass, Toy?" came Karen's voice. She sounded a little breathless.

"Yes! Yes, Miss Mulder..."

"Imagine it's me behind you...I'm pushing my fingers in your ass... Stroking your clitoris...pumping in and out of your gaping, wet pussy..."

Jenny gasped. As she masturbated herself, her neighbour's voice washed over her, and she pictured Karen kneeling naked behind her, playing with her, getting ready to fuck both her holes at once with her strap-on dildo...

"Are you thinking of me?"

"God yes! Behind me! Ready to fuck me... Fuck me hard!"

"Do you want me to fuck you, Jenny? To slip my rubber cock into your pussy, your ass, and your mouth?"

"Yes!" cried Jenny. "I want you to fuck me so much!" she begged.

"What will you do for me, slave" asked Karen.

"Anything...please...please make me come..."

"I will, Jenny. I'll fuck you so good, your head will spin. I'll make you beg for more. I'll make you my slave, and you'll thank me. You'll suck my pussy, and push your tongue into my ass. You're going to do whatever I want, and you're going to love it. Aren't you?"

Jenny couldn't think of anything but her impending orgasm, already beginning to crest over her.

"Yes, Miss Mulder... I'll do anything... Whatever you want...please make me come" she begged.

There was several seconds pause whilst Jenny thrust fingers in and out of herself blindly, before the answer came.

"You can come now, slave"

Jenny's reserve broke, and a massive orgasm swept over her. She screamed as surging currents ran through her body from head to toe, her whole being consumed in the inferno. She bucked and kicked, fingers finally coming free as she spasmed against the bed.

Jenny lay gasping, and across the phone she heard that Karen was panting too, hearing her groan as her own orgasm played out.

They lay for a minute, listening to each other breathe, before Karen spoke.

"Slave, I want you to put your pussy fingers in your mouth. Lick them clean."

Without hesitation, Jenny did what she was told. A warm, tangy flavour filled her mouth, and she sucked greedily. Her own juices tasted even better than those of Karen, or Mistress Gray. She moaned with pleasure as Karen spoke again.

"Well, it seems you'll have to shower again, dear. But first, we need to talk about you showing your husband some of the new things you've been learning..."

Jenny slept late the next morning. Fortunately, the kids could take care of themselves in the morning, and Kyle had gone in to work whistling happily.

Last night had been so much better than she had expected. She had been so excited at being told what to do, and Kyle had been so willing to experiment. She couldn't help but be grateful - and to Karen, of all people!

She stretched, feeling the ache between her legs that always followed really good sex, as well as a less familiar ache coming from her bottom. Yesterday had been the first time Kyle - or any man - had taken her there; and she had had the most amazing orgasm.

Jenny got up, pulling on the thin silk robe that she liked to wear when she was alone in the house; which clung to her ample curves and made her feel sexy. She wandered downstairs, putting on the kettle for a cup of coffee and pouring herself a glass of orange juice.

There was a knock at the front door, and Jenny knew immediately who it would be. She looked through the spy hole in the door to find herself gazing at a dark cleavage. Opening the door, she smiled at Karen quite genuinely.

The taller woman was wearing a plunging blouse with a bra that lifted her dark-skinned breasts upwards, giving her a generous cleavage. She looked cool, composed, and almost regal.

Jenny invited her in, noticing that Karen was carrying a paper bag from the local deli, smelling of warm pastry.

"I thought I'd come over early today, make the most of the morning." said Karen with a wide grin.

"I brought Danish pastries, so we can have breakfast whilst you tell me about last night."

"Um...sure. Okay. Coffee?"

"Sure," said Karen, eyes roaming over Jenny's barely clad form. "Nice robe."

Jenny blushed. "I should put something else on," she said reflexively.

"Why bother?" said Karen. "The closer you are to naked, the better for me..."

Karen grinned broadly, and Jenny's blush deepened. She felt her nipples tighten under the silk robe, and knew Karen would have noticed. Nothing seemed to get by her!

She turned away, using the coffee as an excuse not to look Karen in the eye. A minute later, with two steaming mugs in hand, she had to face Karen again, and they sat down in the breakfast room.

Karen had laid out a couple of Danish pastries on the coffee table, and leaned forward to pick up her coffee.

"So, how did it go? Tell me everything" enquired Karen shamelessly.

As if she didn't know, thought Jenny. Karen had told her what to do, after all...

"Well, we had the house to ourselves, as the kids were at friends houses...."

...

Jenny had cooked a tasty, if light meal for her husband, before suggesting she give him a neck-rub. Massage being one of his favourite treats, he'd gladly accepted, and had taken off his shirt so she could use one of their favorite 'Lush' massage oil bars.

With Kyle sitting on the floor in front of her, Jenny sat on the couch and worked away on Kyle's neck for twenty minutes, gently easing the tension out of his shoulders. At first, she worked hard at the knots in his shoulders, but soon was able to lighten her touch, running her hands up into his hair, and down his arms. Gently, she kissed the back of his neck, and he smiled.

After a few more minutes of this, Kyle murmured that she should stop if she didn't want him to get worked up, and Jenny laughed.

"I've been wanting to get you worked up since before you got home! Why do you think I sent the kids out?"

Kyle half-turned around. "So what's brought this on?" he asked with a smile, only then realizing that his wife was wearing lipstick and earrings, with her hair pinned up they way he liked.

"Well..." Jenny hesitated, but thought quickly how Karen had suggested she approach this. "I spent some time at the mall with some of the other bored housewives, and we pretty much spent the whole time talking about sex."

"What!" laughed Kyle. "Come on!"

"It's true! A couple of the girls aren't married, and we were talking about their boyfriends - and you know girls will talk about everything - and pretty soon, it was just sex, sex, sex. It made me realize we've maybe let things slide a bit."

"I - I don't think we've let things slide." said Kyle defensively.

"Oh darling," said Jenny, throwing her arms around him from behind. "I don't mean it as a criticism. And I really appreciate everything you provide for us. But you do work incredibly hard, and it tires you out. I mean, can you remember the last time we had sex, and it wasn't the weekend?"

"Well..."

"So there I was thinking what a sexy husband I've got, and how maybe I need to remind him how sexy I find him from time to time..." said Jenny into his ear.

Kyle smiled a little; he had always been a bit of a sucker for compliments.

Jenny kissed his neck just below his ear. "And I do find you really sexy," she murmured.

Jenny sat forwards, spreading her legs either side of Kyle's chest to bring him between them, and leaned down, running her hands over his well-muscled chest. She brought her head down to speak softly into his other ear.

"Some of the girls were talking about things that got me really horny," she whispered. "You'd be amazed what some of our neighbors did when they were younger."

Kyle smiled, his hands taking a gently hold on Jenny's ankles, appreciating the well-shaven smoothness of her bare legs. She was wearing a short white skirt he hadn't seen her wear in a long time, which only reached halfway down her thighs when she sat.

"Do you remember in Maui when I surprised you?" asked Jenny.

Kyle nodded slowly, his ears pricking up.

...

"What happened in Maui?" interrupted Karen, delicately licking flakes of pastry from her well-manicured black fingers.

"It was our honeymoon. I'd shaved myself for a surprise. That was the first time he went down on me." said Jenny. "But I guess when Erin came along, I stopped - and Kyle didn't really go down on me much afterwards either. I guess I just figured it was about me being a mom - but maybe he just preferred me shaved. Do you know, he never said!"

"Did you ever ask?"

"No, I guess not. But I did miss it from time to time."

"So anyway, you told him you were shaved? And then what?"

"Well, once he realized what I meant, he turned right around, still on the floor between my legs, and kind of stared at me, then looked down at my lap. He slowly ran his hands up my legs, till he lifted up that short skirt I was wearing..."

...

Kyle's mouth opened in lust and appreciation as he revealed his beautiful wife's freshly shaved thighs, coming together to join at her pubis, where her pretty pussy lips gleamed with a tracing of soft, musky juice. He looked up at her for a moment, and then lowered his gaze again. His neck bent, and his head began to crane down towards the gleaming lips, seeking out the juices he craved.

Jenny watched, almost ********** by the sight of her hunky husband, shirtless, bending his head down to her lower lips. She could hardly believe his response - she thought he had hated going down on her but - oh! There he was...

Kyle's tongue slid out again, caressing Jenny's lower lips tenderly, tasting the sweet nectar of her arousal. Again and again he licked, his strokes becoming bolder, tongue pushing inside her sweet pussy.

Jenny moaned. Why hadn't she shaved herself after the kids were born? God, if she'd known the effect it would have on him... His tongue probed her, lighting up sparks in her head, even if he lacked the skill displayed earlier that same day by the young Miss Quick.

Kyle nuzzled at his wife's now flowing pussy, savoring the juices coming from her wet pussy. He reached up, pulling at her blouse. After a moment, her hands joined his to manage the tiny buttons, and Jenny shrugged off the blouse, revealing her large breasts clad in one of her lightest, laciest bras.

As Kyle groped at her breasts, Jenny reached down to undo the belt and clasp of her wraparound skirt, leaving her nude but for the flimsy white bra. As Kyle's strong hands groped her breasts, slowly ******* the bra off, she slid a hand around and down to press a slender finger onto her swollen clitoris.

"Oh, lick me here..." she murmured, showing Kyle where to go. Dutifully, he began to stroke and tease her swollen cherry with his tongue, sending waves of pleasure through her body, almost painful in their intensity.

"Aaaaahhhhhh" cried Jenny, a soft moan of delight as she clamped her nude legs around her husband's head.

Kyle kept working away, his tongue diving deep into his wife before rising out to sweep gently over her clitoris; back and forth a half-dozen times before his desire to fully taste her sweet pussy overcame him and he dove back into the grand sweeps of her pussy. The overall effect was almost excruciating for Jenny, as she became more and more aroused, but wasn't able to reach the peaks of stimulation needed to bring her to orgasm.

Within a few minutes, Jenny pushed her husband back, hunger in her eyes as she fixed him with a level gaze.

"Fuck me" she gasped hungrily, lying back on the couch, and opening her legs wide. Her pussy glistened with saliva and pussy-juice, the wet lips swollen and pink.

Kyle stared, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. His wife laid naked, legs spread-eagled in front of him, her ample chest heaving above her flat stomach and gaping wet pussy.

His hands couldn't move fast enough, pulling at his fly and pushing his trousers down to his ankles and off.

Jenny watched through half open eyes, as her husband revealed his erect cock, seven inches of slim, hard shaft topped with an uncut purple head. He knelt between her open thighs and positioned his cock at her pussy, thrusting into her in a single motion.

Jenny cried out with joy as her husband's beautiful cock filled her up, the way it had for so many years. This was the moment she loved, the sudden sensation of being penetrated, her pussy stretched and every nerve suddenly calling out for attention...

...

"Oh yeah... that's hot" said Karen approvingly, as Jenny paused for a mouthful of coffee. The black woman still held her own cup, but the other hand was cupping and squeezing a heavy breast inside her light jacket, teasing and pulling on the nipple.

"So how is Kyle at going down?" asked Karen shamelessly.

"God, it felt good..." said Jenny "He hasn't done it for so long - I don't know why. Maybe he doesn't like doing it without me being shaved. It's like he was SO hungry for me - actually I just wanted him to concentrate on me, not on what he fancied."

"Do you think that Tessa was maybe better?" asked Karen.

Jenny dropped her eyes and nodded. "But it was still good!" she said **********. "And when he pushed inside me...it's just the best thing to have sex with someone you really love..."

Karen shrugged, love not really being a major feature of her relationship with her own husband.

"So that was the start. Tell me how you got on...you know what I want to hear. And whilst you're talking..."

...

Kyle thrust away, driving in and out of his beautiful wife, lying back on the couch. She had got rid of the bra completely, and with every thrust, her breasts rolled upwards, bouncing up and down. She reached forward with a hand, grabbing one of his own to pull herself up into a sitting position. He bent down, and they kissed passionately, tongues inter-twining.

Jenny fixed her husband once more with a hungry, lust-filled gaze. As he thrust into her, she held herself up close to his face.

"Baby..." she murmured. "I love the feeling of you fucking me."

Kyle managed a slight smile, before his face got back to the half-grimace he tended to adopt when he was focused on having sex.

"Do you know what else the girls were talking about? Something you once said you wanted?"

Kyle looked confused. "No..."

Jenny pulled his head down so that she could whisper in his ear.... "Dee Mort says she likes to get fucked in her ass!..."

There was a long pause as she leaned back. Kyle looked at her, somewhat shocked, and his thrusts slowed down. After several seconds, Jenny spoke again.

"Tessa said that she liked it to. She said her husband begged her to let him fuck her ass."

Kyle swallowed slowly.

Jenny continued her slow, seductive suggestions. "They said every guy fantasises about it - and I remembered that you did once, too..."

Kyle moved his hips slowly now. "I thought you didn't like the idea of...it"

"I didn't. But...I've been thinking about it all day."

Jenny sat up decisively, giving her stunned husband a shove that pushed him out of her, and sitting back on his haunches. She stood, and turned, showing him her pert bottom. Slowly, she knelt in front of him, her heavy breasts pressing into the couch, and her knees moving apart.

She knelt for a few seconds, and there was complete silence. She turned to look over her shoulder at Kyle, clearly knocked for a loop.

"Don't you want it?" she purred seductively.

Kyle knelt up, his cock bigger than ever, shining with her sweet juices. He stammered something about being sure, and Jenny finally frowned with frustration.

"Kyle! I'm ready now, but this could be a one-time offer, so just get your ass over here and...oh!"

Kyle moved forward, his cock sliding halfway into her wet slit. But that wasn't where it would stay...

With his left hand holding Jenny's hips, Kyle took his cock in his right hand, and guided it to his sexy wife's puckered hole. He pressed his hips forwards, pushing the swollen shaft against her anal rim, slowly pushing inside.

Jenny gasped as her husband slowly pushed into her ass, pressing backwards hungrily. Finally his head passed her sphincter, and she squealed as several inches slid inside at once.

"Oooohhhhaaahhhhhh!!!"

Kyle froze, and they were a momentary tableau, a study in priapic lust as the muscular man's hard shaft penetrated his curvaceous wife's tight bottom.

Once Jenny calmed down enough, Kyle slowly started to push inside again, and groaned at the tightness of her anal sphincter.

Jenny moaned continuously, pausing only to gulp a breath as she felt her ass penetrated deeply by her husband. His cock was a pretty similar size to Karen's dildo, but it felt so different - so sexy and dirty to be taken like this, even by the man she loved. It felt like she was being split open as he fucked her.

Slowly her husband slid back out, bringing the head of his swollen cock to press against the inside of her rectal sphincter, before pushing back in. They groaned in unison.

With great care, Kyle held Jenny by her hips and gently rocked back and forth, thrusting his hard cock in and out. Jenny panted, her back shimmering with a sheen of sweat. Between her legs, a trickle of juice ran down the inside of her thigh from her open sex, the scent of her arousal heavy in the air. Her breasts pressed into the couch, the rough material scratching the tender flesh; and her head pushed against the back of the couch as her husband pushed her forwards.

It didn't take long before the aroused couple was approaching their very different orgasms. Jenny was so sensitive, her anus so stretched already that she felt Kyle's cock grow stiffer and more swollen yet, and she could tell he was close to coming. She felt a heaviness in the base of her belly, a knot growing tighter as an anal orgasm approached, and she began to move, thrusting back in an effort to reach orgasm before Kyle did.

Jenny bucked back and forth, her excitement growing, and as Kyle howled behind her, his cock-head swelled and jerked, erupting deep inside her, the most amazing orgasm crested over her, an eruption of pleasure that rose from the depths of her spine, leaving her stunned and exhausted.

....

"Wow" said Karen. She sat back in her chair, jacket open. Underneath she wore only a push-up transparent purple bra, giving her dark breasts a magnificent cleavage. Her nipples were swollen, and she teased them with one hand. The other lay between her thighs, where her skirt had ridden up to expose matching transparent purple panties. She stroked her pussy gently through the thin fabric.

"That was such a sexy story. Did you find it a turn-on telling me?" she asked.

"Yes" said Jenny awkwardly. Karen had made her expose herself during the story; first pulling the silk robe open to expose her breasts, then opening her crossed legs to expose her pussy. Now she was completely nude once more, legs open wide, hands behind her head. She couldn't be more exposed, and her skin tingled as Karen's gaze roamed across her.

"Good girl. I'm glad you're enjoying sharing with me," said Karen. "Now get on your knees and crawl over here."

Without the slightest surprise or hesitation, Jenny unlocked her hands from behind her head and slid onto her knees on the soft carpet, before padding over between Karen's legs on hands and feet.

"Can you smell my pussy?" asked Karen softly.

"Yes"

"Does it smell good?"

A moment's hesitation. "Yes."

"Take my panties off"

Jenny knelt up, and reached under Karen's butt, which she lifted to allow Jenny's hands to pull off the filmy, sticky panties. Karen's swollen pussy lips gleamed, clean shaven with a neat bush of hair above them.

"Come closer so you can smell me" ordered Karen gently. Obediently Jenny moved closer, bringing her face close to Karen's wet pussy. Just inches away.

"Closer..." whispered Karen.

Jenny's face got closer still. Two inches. An inch. Her face was hovering above the swollen sex lips of her neighbor, and she seemed to sway softly. Karen didn't move, or say anything. For a minute they were frozen in tableau; the only sound Jenny's increasingly laboured breathing. Eventually Jenny's willpower was drained. With a whimper, she pressed forward, her open mouth eagerly seeking out Karen's moistness.

Jenny's tongue slid out, pushing deeply into Karen, savouring her earthy taste, the spicy musk of her sex. Jenny moaned, her lips pressed against Karen's pussy, draining her of every drop she could reach; her tongue stretching deep inside, painfully stretching at the root.

Eventually Karen moaned too, having been holding herself back whilst Jenny submitted herself willingly, hungrily seeking Karen's pussy without a request or order from the dominant black woman. This was a turning point for her. Karen moaned, legs closing about her pale slave; one hand falling behind Jenny's head to stroke her possessively.

"Oh yes... that's it... oh you're a sexy bitch... my little slave... my slut... my dirty little slut - so hungry for me... you couldn't wait to taste me, could you...oh!.. Oh yeah...just there..."

Karen convulsed lightly, gasping as a mini-orgasm swept through her, but managed to hold back from a full orgasm, wanting the tension to build. Slowly she got more and more aroused, as the smaller woman between her thighs probed her every crevice with her eager tongue. Karen began to pant, letting the pressure build this time, letting it carry her...OVER!

Karen came explosively, bucking in her chair as she crushed Jenny between her strong thighs. Her pelvis thrust back and forth, and she cried out. Jenny fell back as Karen's legs weakened, and watched Karen jerk and gasp as her orgasm surged and finally collapsed, leaving the black woman gasping for breath, almost falling out of her chair. Jenny knelt naked at Karen's feet, waiting patiently for her mistress to recover.

It took a couple of minutes before Karen regained the breath to speak, but eventually she recovered; standing up and pulling Jenny to her feet. She reached down and kissed Jenny passionately, tasting her own juices on the blond woman's lips. Karen looked her in the eye and spoke.

"That was unbelievable. That was probably the best orgasm I've ever had, and some of the best head."

Jenny smiled, actually proud.

"I think you've found your real talent, sweetie - and I think it's something you enjoy."

Jenny looked away shyly, showing herself still a little conflicted. Karen took her softly by the chin and turned her back to face her.

"Thank you," she said earnestly, kissing Jenny again. "I hope you'll do that for me willingly for a long time to come."

Jenny stared at her, breathless and confused. After a moment, Karen grinned like a cat that got thoroughly creamed.

"We should go out. I had an idea earlier, and want to try it out - take a ride into the country. I liked your slip - nice and easy access!" Karen laughed. "Why not put on a wrap, that black one you wore at Peter's barbeque? Don't bother with anything underneath" she purred.

Jenny nodded wordlessly, and after a moment, turned and went upstairs...

They left town in Karen's convertible Mercedes, and began driving out of town on the interstate, heading west. The sun was bright in the sky today, and they could feel the wind in their hair. Soon enough, Jenny noticed the toots of car horns and truckers. Karen grinned, having been looking forward to this.

"Jenny lets give those truckers a show. Undo the top of your dress"

"Karen, please... be reasonable...these guys could be anyone... they could be crazies, druggies, anything..." begged Jenny weakly. She knew she wouldn't win this or any other argument right now.

Karen laughed. "Sweetie, this is a Mercedes. As soon as I want to lose one of these guys, they're dust! So sit back and let's show these guys what they want to see!"

Slightly reassured, Jenny unbuttoned the top half of her dress. The warm sun felt good, but the breeze was cool, and soon Jenny's nipples were erect.

"Sweetheart, you have the finest breasts I've ever seen." Karen said approvingly. "Now pull the seatbelt down so it isn't cutting between them."

Karen allowed her speed to drift down, seeing a truck approaching from behind on the right.

Karen tooted her horn as the truck approached, waving her right hand up in the air.

As the truck levelled with them, Karen gave Jenny more instructions, and after a moment's hesitation, the blonde obediently turned and waved at the trucker, who whooped and sounded his air horn furiously. Karen kept level with him for a minute before gunning forwards, leaving the heavy truck behind quickly.

As they passed another truck, Karen commented on Jenny's erect nipples. "My, my, are we enjoying ourselves? I really love those nipples. And so do these guys." She said, waving at the truck alongside them; two guys in their twenties driving an overloaded pickup.

The Mercedes pulled away again. Another truck was half a mile ahead of them and it would take a minute or so to catch up.

"Jenny, open the dress the rest of the way."

Over the last couple of days, Jenny had learnt that Karen would never back down just because Jenny begged her to. For now, Karen was in charge, and Jenny reluctantly unfastened the remaining buttons.

Once the dress was fully undone, Karen asked for more. "Okay, open the dress - and spread your legs as wide as you can. Put your arms out wide - put one around my shoulder."

Naked, her skin goose-pimpled from the wind even in the warm sunshine, Jenny spread her legs and arms as the Mercedes pulled abreast of the truck cab. The trucker swerved, nearly crashing into the Mercedes as the truck driver stared at the beautiful naked blonde spreading her legs, apparently just for him.

Karen kept the Mercedes abreast of the truck for about two minutes. "Blow him a kiss!" Karen commanded Jenny. The truck tooted his horn appreciatively. "Now, lift those tit up for him... show him how big they are. Oh, he's loving that!" she laughed as she sped off once more.

Karen giggled. She loved showing off her submissive slave; and Jenny just had the most phenomenal body. Even in her mid-thirties, the mom-of-two had a body like a centrefold and could, if she were so inclined, make a fortune doing sexy modelling.

Levelling at another truck, they were rewarded with roars of approval from the young guy driving.

"Hey, he's cute! Let's give him a real show, Jenny - put your fingers between your legs." Ordered Karen relentlessly.

Jenny looked at her with an anguished expression.

"Just do it!" she was told firmly.

Jenny reluctantly did what she was told, stroking between her legs with her right hand; her left hand remaining around Karen's shoulder.

The Mercedes paced the heavy truck as Jenny slid her fingers in and out of her pussy, to the visible delight of the guy driving alongside them.

"That's beautiful, sweetie. Now put those sticky fingers in your mouth..." Karen ordered. The young driver was left staring open-mouthed at the hot woman licking her own juices from her fingers as the engine roared, the powerful car easily pulling away. This was the last truck, as less than two miles further on; she took the off-ramp, quickly leaving the freeway behind.

In just a few minutes, after a few sharp turns, they were on a gravel road leading up into the hills. As the car turned sharply, the seatbelt cut into Jenny's soft tummy, and she cried out.

"Oh, sorry," said Karen honestly. She slowed down, and drove a further ten minutes down the track before eventually pulling into a small clearing by the road to park, with no other cars in sight. The two women sat in the car, and Karen turned to her submissive plaything.

"Slip the dress off the rest of the way - it's time for our walk, Jenny" the brunette ordered.

"What do you mean?" asked Jenny. "Do you mean you want me to walk around naked?"

"Of course! This is a beautiful secluded spot," said Karen, not mentioning the much bigger car park just 500 yards beyond this one. "You can get an all-over tan, and we can have a private out-of-doors photo session."

Jenny sighed. She supposed that it could have been much worse. She'd been terrified that Karen would let one of the truck drivers follow them off the freeway, and then who knows what would have happened... And anyway, Karen had so many photos that a few more would make no difference. She would have to play along for now.

"I've got a costume for you," said Karen. "I saw some bits and pieces when we were shopping, and remembered a fantasy an old boyfriend of mine had. Kind of a weird one, but I can see the appeal..."

Karen reached into the glove compartment, and pulled out a collar, made of two inch-wide soft fabric and covered with mirrored sequins, gleaming in the sunlight.

Karen handed the collar to Jenny. Jenny accepted the collar as much as she accepted her fate and put it around her neck, snapping it in place. There was a quartet of matching bracelets too, stretching around her wrists and ankles, gleaming in the morning sunlight.

Karen looked Jenny over and said, "Sit still and look at me."

Karen pulled out her make-up case, and worked on Jenny for several minutes, decorating her face and nails.

Soon, Jenny wore blusher, green eye-shadow, and deep rust-brown lipstick. The same lipstick was used to coat her nipples as well. Karen used a fascinator to pin her blonde hair back so that it tumbled down her back. The fascinator was also silver, decorated with white feathers, thrusting into the air from between Jenny's golden hair.

Jenny glanced at herself in the mirror, and was surprised to see how beautiful she looked - she kind of expected Karen to make her look cheap!

Right on cue, Karen handed her the love balls she had walked around with yesterday.

"Put these in your cunt, Jenny," said Karen pleasantly. The blonde hesitated, but did what she was told, squeezing the love-balls into her hairless pussy, still a little sticky after she had played with it in the car.

"Ok, let's go," said Karen. She got out of the car, and went round to the back, opening the trunk. Jenny looked around, but saw no sign of life. She sighed - she was in a convertible anyway! Reluctantly, she got out of the car, and padded round to Karen. Finally, her tormentor held out a pair of beautiful, translucent fairy-wings and motioned for her to turn around. The wings had loops, which hooked over her arms, leaving her breasts exposed. In moments, the blonde mom-of-two was transformed into a beautiful fairy.

Even Karen was a little taken back by the beauty of her new plaything. Naked, Jenny's body was curvaceous blonde perfection; her legs long and slim, buttocks high and natural breasts that a porn star would have envied. But with the make-up, and the feathery spray of the fascinator from her hair, she had an ethereal quality, truly like a queen of the fairies. Karen felt the dampness of her own pussy build as she gazed at her captive's heavy breasts and the decorated nipples.

"I'm going to have to call you Titania - queen of the fairies," Karen laughed.

"Come on Titania," she ordered. Karen pulled her shoulder bag out of the car and locked it, walking off without a backward glance; knowing that Jenny would have to follow.

Jenny sighed, but had little choice but to follow her tormentor. The fairy wings bobbed back and forth as she walked, making her look all the more realistic.

Karen led Jenny up a narrow track before stopping to let her walk ahead up the hill. Jenny didn't look at Karen as she passed, but Karen's eyes caressed Jenny's curves. Following two paces behind, her eyes were on a level with Jenny's waist as she watched Jenny's legs and butt flex with every step. God, this white woman had worked hard to keep in shape! Most twenty-year olds would **** for an ass that moved like that! Karen's nipples hardened, and her pussy continued to moisten as she planned what to do.

After ten minutes, they were well into the trees as Karen heard movement behind her. A pretty girl of about twenty was jogging up behind her. She wore a baseball cap, boob tube and running shorts. She clearly hadn't seen Jenny.

"Excuse....me..." the girl petered out as she looked up to see the naked 'fairy' walking ahead of her. She froze as Jenny turned at the sound, exposing herself to the younger girl. Both blushed, and Jenny's hands slowly moved to cover herself. Karen grinned lasciviously at the tableau. After a few seconds, the girl began running furiously, past Jenny and rapidly up the track out of sight.

"Oh god," Jenny murmured.

"Don't worry sweetie - there shouldn't be too many joggers," said Karen with a cruel laugh. "Now come on - we're almost at the lookout point."

Karen walked on, and Jenny followed, cursing under her breath.

The lookout point was on a turn-off just off the main track. It was a clearing about thirty feet across, where the tree line had been felled to offer a panoramic view of the valley below. There were a couple of wooden picnic tables and benches, and nothing else. The grass was high here, almost knee-height like a meadow.

"Here we are, Titania" Karen announced. "Time for your photo shoot."

Karen gestured forwards, motioning Jenny to stand in front of her, with the panoramic view behind her. She took a couple of shots, and then started posing Jenny, getting her to kneel down in the grass and smell the flowers. Jenny obeyed, glad to hide herself a little in the long grass, until she felt the prickly blades tickling her freshly shaven crotch. The love-balls had done their work, and her pussy was moist and the lips swollen and tender.

Karen took her time, enjoying the appearance of Jenny, dressed up as a beautiful fairy, silver gleaming at her neck and wrists, wings soaring behind her as she stood amongst the grass and trees. Still, she began to tire of the more innocent fairy pictures, telling Jenny to kneel up in the grass and stroke herself.

"Lie down and rub your fingers against your clitty. I can see you're excited - is it the outfit? The love-balls? Or do you just enjoy being made to do this by another woman, a woman whose pussy you sucked to orgasm this morning?"

"Go on you slut - you love it! Slide those fingers up and down your juicy slit. And right inside too."

Jenny moaned. She was already quite ready, her pussy stimulated during the long walk by the love balls, and being seen by the jogger; now she was lying nude in the grass, sun beating down on her body as she was ordered about. She was so close to an orgasm...

"Stop! Stop right there!" Karen snapped.

Jenny's eyes snapped open, and she froze.

"Put your hands behind your back slut," said Karen, still shooting. Unbeknownst to Jenny, Karen had switched to video to capture Jenny's ***********. Flushed, panting and near orgasm, her neighbor the soccer mom was definitely as hot as hell.

"That's right - now look at me. Right at me. Good. Now bring out that sticky hand of yours - and lick it. Suck on those fingers. Yeah!"

Jenny sucked her sticky pussy secretions from two fingers, sliding them in and out of her mouth, the way Karen wanted. Now it was the third time she had done it, and the pungent taste was sweet and musky as before, but somehow the fact that she was so horny made it even tastier.

"Do you want to come, slave?" Karen asked mockingly.

Jenny nodded. "Yes - yes please" she said eagerly.

"Beg for it, bitch." Came the cruel reply.

"Please - please, I need to come," begged the blonde.

Karen laughed, filming her sexy neighbor almost naked in the grass, and begging to masturbate herself. "If you're good, bitch. But first you'll need to pull those love balls out."

Jenny dropped her head, but one hand automatically slid to her crotch.

"That's right - mmmh, deep aren't they? Keep going, they're in there somewhere...oh well done! Now hold them up to show me. Wow - those are pretty sticky, huh? Got your little cunt all heated up, did they? Slave?"

"Yes - yes, Miss Mulder" said Jenny. She knew better than to call Karen by her first name when she was being dominant like this.

"Oh good girl! Now pop them in your mouth - yes, the balls. Pop them in and suck them clean like a good fairy. Smile, Titania! You're the queen of the fairies!"

Karen laughed as she filmed Jenny cleaning the love-balls in her mouth. Then, she switched back to still photos. For the next several minutes, she positioned Jenny on the picnic chairs; first one leg up, then bending over; now lying on the table, bent over with legs spread. The fairy wings rose serenely above her naked form, giving an elegant otherworldliness to the erotically charged pictures.

Keeping Jenny in this position, Karen dug into the hamper for a dildo, and passed it to Jenny. Once more, she switched the digital camera to video.

"Fuck yourself, slave. Slide this cock deep into that hungry pussy. Tell me how good it feels."

Jenny took hold of the dildo, eight inches long and fairly thick, and pushed it almost effortlessly. She groaned with pleasure.

"OH GOD that's so good!" she cried passionately. "Oh God!"

Jenny began to slide the thick, veiny rubber cock in and out of her shaven quim, stretching the lips of her pussy with every thrust. She began to grunt and gasp, and was taken aback when Karen called her name, and placed a second dildo in her free hand. This one was smaller and slimmer; about six inches long and much less broad; but it was a vibrator rather than a dildo, humming obscenely in her hand.

"You know what to do, slut" said Karen sharply, filming eagerly.

Jenny knew exactly what to do; and already knew how to make it more comfortable for herself despite her limited experience of anal sex. She pulled the thicker dildo out of her pussy and pushed in the vibrator, coating it liberally with her slick juices. The vibrator sent thrills riding through her clitoris, and she held it there a moment.

"Come on, slave - I want to see both your holes filled" came Karen's cruel voice.

Lying down, breasts pressed into the rough wood of the table, the buxom mom-of-two thrust the two sex toys into her ass and pussy. The vibrator buzzed away, sending obscenely pleasurable messages to her brain as it stimulated her tight anus. Jenny could barely focus enough to slide the two toys in and out of her two holes. Eyes closed, she was almost unaware of Karen leaving her 'extreme close-up' position by her bottom, and coming round to film the blissful expression on her face. She was completely unaware that behind her, the young jogger had run into the grassy area and stopped in shock. Karen had seen the girl though, and beckoned her over. Then she leant down, lifting Jenny's chin in her hand.

Jenny opened her eyes, ****** to look up. Karen held her gaze. "You've been a good slut Titania," she said coolly. "And I'm going to reward you. I'm going to let you come, if you promise to do whatever I want you to without hesitating. Will you do that?"

"An... anything!" gasped Jenny, glassy-eyed.

"Good - now look into my eyes. I want you to watch me as you fuck yourself. That's it. Go on. Fuck your brains out."

Jenny let out a loud moan, crying with ecstasy as she finally came. Karen held her gaze the whole time, finally letting her slump to the table in exhaustion. As Jenny slumped, gasping for air, Karen approached the young girl who had frozen several paces away.

The newcomer was a wide-eyed blonde girl; pretty, pert and perfectly formed in her skimpy running-wear. She was covered in a light sheen of sweat, and her hair was pulled back in a simple ponytail.

"Hi sweetie," said Karen. "I was hoping to see you again"

"Aah - me?" said the girl nervously.

"Sure." Said Karen. "I'm a photographer," she lied smoothly "and I'm always on the lookout for new talent."

"I... I don't think..."

"Come on," said Karen as persuasively as she could. "You're a student, right? You must be pretty strapped for cash, huh? Loads of college girls do work like this."

"I'm... I mean..." the girl stammered, looking at Jenny.

"Hey don't worry - I'm not expecting you to turn pro right away." Karen said with a smile. "And if you pulled your cap down and put your sunglasses on, no-one would recognise you."

Karen reached up, tugging the cap down over the girl's eyes, plucking the glasses from the front of her boob tube to slip them on her young face. As she stepped back, she called out "Take five, Jenny" as she brought the camera up to her eye.

Jenny sat and watched as Karen began corrupting the young girl, getting her to pose in her running gear before persuading her to peel it off. Karen was slick, moving from friendly to demanding and back, manipulating the girl like an old hand. Soon, the girl was topless, clad only in her shorts (and hat, of course). The sunglasses had already gone, and the girl peeked shyly at Karen as she posed.

"Go stand with her, Jenny," said Karen after about ten minutes. Slowly, Jenny did just that. The naked fairy and almost nude jogger posed together, and Karen had Jenny steadily remove the girls remaining clothes. In next to no time, her shorts and thong panties had been stripped away, and she was naked, her body stroked and fondled by Jenny's hands. The girl was panting slightly, her nipples erect.

"She wants it Jenny," said Karen softly. "See, her pussy is wet. Slide your hands down and feel for yourself."

Hating herself, Jenny obeyed, holding one pert breast in her left hand, the right sliding down the girl's taut tummy to slip between her legs. The girl moaned; arching her back as her head tilted back, seeking a kiss. Jenny bent down and planted her lips against the youngster's, their tongues tangling. Jenny was very aroused still, and was finding herself very attracted to the horny teenager. She didn't even know her name, or how old she was, but this girl really wanted her - and that was kind of hot!

Karen watched with glee, setting the video camera on a tripod as the soccer-mom French-kissed the girl, young enough to be her ********, whilst fingering the girl's juicy slit. The girl turned round to grab Jenny's body, hands sliding behind Jenny's head and down between her legs. Two sexy bodies, one with mature curves, the other with nubile pertness, pressed into each other, hips grinding. Their whole bodies seemed to kiss as they pressed together tightly, rubbing their breasts over each other, hands groping and sliding over buttocks and into damp pussies.

After taking more photos with a second camera, Karen leaned forward to press down on Jenny's shoulder.

Jenny responded to the pressure, so lost in her excitement at seducing this stranger that she didn't even realise it was Karen who was touching her. As she sank down, the jogger came with her, first on their knees, and then Jenny bent down over the younger girl as she lay on her back in the grass. Karen hurriedly moved the video camera to capture their lovemaking before taking more stills with her spare camera.

On all fours, still in her fairy outfit, Jenny looked stunning as she knelt over the younger girl, heavy breasts dangling against the pert nipples thrusting up at her. She kissed the girl, tongue thrusting into her mouth, as the girl leant up, hands grasping at Jenny's magnificent breasts. Jenny moved down her new lover's body, kissing along the length of the athletic figure beneath her. The girl spread her legs wide apart as Jenny moved between them.

It had not been two days since Jenny had first slipped her tongue into another woman, but she didn't hesitate as her target came in reach. Her pink tongue slipped out, parting the puffy lips beneath the girl's sparse pubic hair. She was oblivious to the camera clicking away mere inches from her face as she lapped the honey from the stranger's warm pussy.

Karen took close-ups of both women as they were lost in their lovemaking, but soon became too turned on to do even this. She moved to widen the angle of the video camera, before taking a mask and a double-ended dildo from her bag. Once disguised, she moved behind her neighbour. The brunette squatted slightly, sliding the thick shaft between her own well-moistened pussy lips before taking Jenny's buttocks in her hands. She parted the firm cheeks, guiding her plastic cock into Jenny's love-hole.

Jenny moaned into the moist pussy she was trapped in, her head held down by the girl's strong hands. God, that felt good! It took her several seconds to even wonder who was fucking her. Unable to see from her position, Jenny focussed on the hands holding her hips. Smooth, with long nails, making it a certainty that Karen was behind her. A wave of pleasure rolled over her, and she pushed back.

Karen fucked Jenny, the thick shaft pistoning easily in and out of the aroused housewife. Jenny's swollen pussy-lips stretched and flexed obscenely about the pale plastic as the black woman thrust it in and out of her. Karen's fingernails dug into Jenny's hips as she got more excited, so turned on by the two beautiful white women entwined on the grass before her. In this position, Jenny's pert buttocks flared out in front of Karen's thighs, before her pale form narrowed sharply at the waist. Jenny's smooth back, always a sexy sight, was only enhanced by the gossamer wings that gave her an ethereal quality, even with her head buried between the thighs of another woman.

Karen thrust against Jenny for just a couple of minutes before her own orgasm came. Pausing as she caught her breath, she realised that they were not alone. Now a young black man had joined them, grinning from ear to ear as he moved the camera around, filming them. Karen smiled at him, touching her finger to her own ebony lips with a silent Shh!

Karen went back to fucking Jenny until she came again, her cries muffled by the legs wrapped around her head as her young lover came as well. Then Karen beckoned the man over. She mimed the action of sucking a cock, and pointed silently at Jenny. The black man grinned, pulling at his belt to open his trousers. They fell, revealing a swollen, erect cock thrusting up from his hairy crotch.

Jenny groaned as Karen pulled her up by her hair. Her face was covered in saliva and pussy-juice, make-up smeared like a cheap tart. Before she had even realised he was there, the black man had taken her head, and guided it to his thick cock. She tried to pull away, but Karen and the man held her firm between them.

"Suck it, slave!" said Karen sharply, all self-control gone. "And get it plenty wet, because it's going in here next!"

Jenny groaned. She didn't want to be fucked by a strange man. Women were one thing, but... maybe if she got this stranger off - did Karen know him? Had she set this up? - Maybe if she got him off in her mouth, that would satisfy them. She knelt up in front of the man and opened her mouth. The stranger's swollen cock head slid quickly between her lips, and working her jaw apart, she was just able to take the thick shaft into her mouth.

Satisfied that Jenny was busy, Karen turned her attention to the girl, who had backed away, picking up her clothes.

"Hey, you aren't going are you, sweetie?" she asked coolly, pulling the double-ended dildo from her pussy, leaving the other end embedded in Jenny's cunny She stood and walked over to the youngster whilst Jenny sucked hungrily on a strange man's cock.

"I...I've gotta go - I shouldn't have...I shouldn't." stammered the girl, blushing furiously as Karen approached.

Karen put a hand out, reaching behind the girl's head to pull her in for a long slow kiss. Her tongue slid dominantly between the jogger's sweet lips, and the younger woman's mouth opened obediently, as if welcoming the caress of a lover. Karen brought her arms down around the slender, athletic body; pressing her dark sexy form against the pale nubile body of the submissive youngster.

As the younger woman's arms snaked around Karen's waist, Karen kissed her dominantly, bending her over backwards. Slowly, she pushed the girl backwards until her knees buckled, and she toppled, lowered softly by Karen to lie in the grass. Karen straddled the slender white girl, her black thighs either side of a heaving chest. Karen couldn't resist the sight of the youngster's breasts, flattened as she lay on her back, smooth mounds tipped with palest pink nipples. The black woman bent down, taking a delicate, erect nipple into her warm mouth, rolling the firm tissue between her lips, teasing it with her tongue. She slid along the girl's body, lips seeking the girl's mouth as her hands toyed with the girl's breasts. Karen felt soft hands holding her waist delicately as she nibbled at the girl's lips and smiled, looking the girl deep in her eyes.

"You're enjoying yourself" said Karen softly - not a question, but a statement of fact. As she kissed the girls lips, cheeks, ears, she whispered seductively.

"You got off when Jenny went down on you."

"You're still horny. You'd like me to make you come again."

"But first it's time for you to taste a woman for yourself..."

Karen fixed the girl with her eyes, holding her gaze as Karen knelt up, and began to shuffle along the jogger's tight body. As she lifted her knees in turn to bring them over the girl's shoulders, the youngster's gaze finally fell between Karen's thighs, and the hot mature pussy rapidly approaching her mouth.

The girl didn't move as Karen sank down onto her face, holding her pussy against the girl's closed lips. Finally, tentatively, the young girl licked at the older woman's crotch, parting the swollen lips with her young tongue. She moaned softly, eyes flicking up nervously to Karen's.

Karen smiled at her young lover as softly as she could. "That's it sweetie - you're doing great... taste a little more, now..."

Clearly reassured, the girl obediently began licking at Karen's hot slit.

Karen leaned back as the youngster licked her cunt, tilting her head back to see Jenny attempting to deep-throat the hunky black stranger.

The black guy, now naked, was clearly close to orgasm. His hips thrust in and out as Jenny sucked on his cock, one hand wrapped around the base of his thick shaft, feeding it into her mouth.

Karen called over to them, just a few feet away.

"Looks like he's coming Jenny. Now you're going to be a good fairy and swallow, aren't you?"

Jenny did her best to nod, head firmly held by the tall man. Moments later, he groaned; cock swelling in Jenny's stretched mouth. His thighs bucked, and a torrent of come blasted into her throat. She gagged, swallowing reflexively, but even so, a large trickle of come slid out of the corner of Jenny's mouth. She kept swallowing as more and more waves filled her mouth, until finally he was done, and his half-soft sticky cock slid out of her mouth.

Jenny knelt on all four, panting.

Karen frowned at her. "Hey slave, you can't leave him like that! Clean him up!"

Jenny groaned, but did what she was told, licking at his thick shaft with her tongue.

Karen went back to enjoying her newest plaything, the sexy young stranger lying at her mercy. She sank down completely, riding the girl's face, leaving wet sticky trails of pussy juice on the previously innocent face now hard at work between her thighs.

For several minutes, the little meadow was quiet, but for a few soft moans and groans. Eventually, Karen came, shuddering as her young lover licked her to a climax. Unsteadily, she lay down on the grass beside the girl, giving her a kiss on the cheek.

"What's your name, sweetie?" she asked.

"B...Billie." Came the answer.

"You did real good there Billie. I'd like to do it again sometime. What's your number, Billie?"

"335122" she answered obediently.

Karen nodded, committing the number to memory.

"Stick around and watch," she said firmly. Without watching to see if Billie obeyed, she rolled to her feet, and moved over to Jenny and the black man. The black man was hard again, his cock deep in Jenny's throat.

"Okay, fairy-queen. Time you had your first black man. Get up. Now come over here, and lay over the table."

"Please Karen, haven't I done enough?" the *********** begged, letting the hard shaft slide free from her lipstick-smeared mouth.

"Not yet, sweetness. I mean, what are you, a cock-tease? This bad boy needs some white slut - and you're it!"

Jenny grabbed at her. "Please Karen! Please don't make me a cheat! I can't!"

Karen pulled Jenny to her feet.

"You don't wan him to fuck your pussy? You want to keep that for your husband?"

Jenny nodded, tears in her eyes.

Karen looked firmly at her. "You're my slave now Jenny. And I want to see you fucked by this man. But if you don't want other men in your sweet pussy..."

Karen pushed Jenny over to the picnic table, picking up the still camera as she went. She positioned Jenny bent over the table, removing the dildo and moving Jenny's legs apart till she was lying flat on the table. Her fairy wings fluttered feebly, and Karen finally pulled them off. Covered in sweat, Jenny wore just the silvery collar and the fascinator in her hair.

"Pull your ass-cheeks apart" she ordered. Jenny sobbed slightly, but slowly obeyed, Karen came in close to her ass, focussing in on the swollen wet pussy lips, and her puckered ass.

Jenny felt a large finger probing her ass. "Stay in the position," came the order from behind.

The black guy got behind Jenny and pushed his thick penis head between her butt cheeks.

She felt something else on her ass crack, and shuddered as the head of the man's throbbing cock began to touch her asshole.

Jenny was whimpering as she felt her anus stretch as the thick, but well-lubricated cock began to slide inside her. Jenny let out a deep moan as her sphincter stretched out around the thick shaft, much broader than Kyle's shaft.

Jenny groaned with pleasure, pushing back against the huge intruder, and gripped the sides of her butt, pulling the cheeks apart. Karen was giggling in the background.

"Her first black," Karen said to the man.

"No way," he responded with a grin.

"Aaaaaahhh!!!" Jenny cried as the black shaft slowly pressed inside her. Her eyes and mouth gaped as she felt her ass expand around the massive invader. Karen caught the whole thing on camera - first shock, then pain, then confusion, before a glazed-eyed enjoyment dawned.

Jenny's hands fell away to the table, trying to stop her soft boobs rubbing so hard against the rough wood. Her arms shook, partly from the pounding and partly from the *********** of being taken so vigorously by a stranger, in public. She began to grunt with each stroke as the stranger slowly pumped in and out of her ass.

"Ah man!" the black man cried out. "This white bitch is so tight!"

Karen watched and filmed as the muscular man thrust in and out of the naked blonde, grinding her belly into the rough wooden table. Karen could see that the mom-of-two was visibly thrusting back against him, grinding her butt into his belly as he pushed into her.

Having come recently, the young black man should have had better staying power, but clearly the whole situation was a bit much for him. Within just a few minutes, he was groaning and swearing as he pumped away.

Quickly, the young man's excitement was too much, and swearing and blaspheming he came, spurting his thick come deep into Jenny's ass. She wailed with distress as he came, clearly close to her own incredible orgasm, but denied as he finished too quickly. The young guy withdrew, staggering backwards, and Jenny groaned, sliding almost bonelessly off the table, falling to her knees. Her eyes were heavy-lidded, and hungry.

"You want something, slave?" said Karen almost softly.

"I... I want to come. Let me come, please Karen" Jenny whimpered, looking up at her mistress with desperation in her eyes.

Karen laughed, pushing her back till Jenny fell back into the grass, legs spread. Karen had put the camera down, and taken off the mask. Once more, she had the double-ended dildo erupting from her snatch, and she stood tall over her sexy neighbour.

"Beg for it," said Karen sneering.

Jenny was lost, overcome by a need to orgasm. She begged. "Please Karen - please let me come. Fuck me - fuck me and make me come!"

Karen dropped down to her knees between Jenny's legs with a grin, pushing the blonde's knees wide apart. She took the dildo, and thrust it deep into Jenny's wet cunt, driving in and out. In seconds, Jenny was crying out, orgasming hugely as her tormentor thrust in and out, their pussy lips grinding together around the thick shaft of the double-dildo. Karen pressed down, her hard breasts pushing into Jenny's soft pillowy bosom, nipples raking each other.

Jenny cried again and again as Karen fucked her, the thick dildo thrusting deep into her cunt, her thighs tightening around Karen's slender waist as she clawed Karen's back with her fingernails...

...

"Well, I really enjoyed today," said Karen with a smile. She glanced at Jenny - still naked, washing off her makeup with a wet wipe as they drove along. Jenny didn't respond, and Karen grinned, beeping her horn as they approached the next lorry.

"Hands behind your head, Jenny - lets show off those tits..."

...

Alone at home, Jenny cried into her pillow for almost an hour, frustration and anger pouring out of her. Although she had begun to even enjoy Karen's attentions, enjoy submitting to another woman, tasting her desire... she didn't want to actually cheat on her husband. She didn't want to fuck other men, and Karen had made her do it, even if it hadn't been in her pussy. Kyle was the only man who had ever been there, and she didn't want any more. Eventually, after she had composed herself, the phone range. It was Kyle, calling to let her know he wouldn't be home that night. He had to work late, and then be at the airport first thing, so he was going to ***** at a hotel in the city

Jenny didn't mind - she could do with some of her own space anyway, after the events of the day. She wandered the house, fetching herself a cup of tea before hearing the commotion across the road.

Looking out of her window, she saw Karen in floods of tears, throwing bags into the car, tears running down her eyes. Richard came out behind her, and Karen pulled away, jumping into her car before screeching off. Jenny stared incredulously. At least something bad has happened to her, she thought.

Jenny walked around her house, head tumbling. Karen had been so cruel today! She had thought... what had she thought? That Karen cared about her? How could she get out of this? Was she simply going to be Karen's slave forever? No! She thought **********. She was going to do something about it - and now could be the best time! Karen had gone somewhere very upset, with an overnight bag. Had they had a fight? An argument? If so, would she have thought to take her digital camera?

Jenny might only have a brief opportunity - what if Karen returned? No, something had sent her away, some sort of crisis. Now how could she get into the house with Richard? She thought quickly.

A few minutes later, Jenny left her own house, carrying a frozen casserole in Tupperware, and walked casually over to her neighbours, ringing the doorbell. Richard answered in a minute, and greeted her. Jenny smiled at him, chatting calmly about seeing Karen and wondering if everything was okay. Richard explained that her ****** had collapsed, probably with a stroke, and Karen had rushed off to catch the first flight. Jenny nodded.

"Yes, I thought it seemed like a family crisis - that's why I thought you might appreciate some food. I'm sure Karen had too much on her mind to cook!"

"Wow, that's really kind," said Richard earnestly, "I'll put it on now or when the kids get in."

"Well, enjoy it. Say, I was talking with Karen earlier. Our internet is down, and she said that I could us her study to go online to look at holidays..."

"Oh? Well, sure. It's down this way." Richard led Jenny into the house, and into Karen's study.

"Okay, here you are. There's no password, and we've got broadband, so take as long as you like." He said.

Jenny thanked him, and he left her to work. But she wasn't looking for holidays.

Karen either hadn't bothered, or hadn't had the time to hide anything, and the hundreds of pictures that she had taken were on the hard-drive, and easily deleted. Searching the desk, Jenny found two memory sticks, and three camera tapes, as well as the stack of printed photos and flyers Karen had made.

Once Jenny was sure that she had everything, she sat back at the computer. She didn't want to miss anything. Fortunately, the computer remembered Karen's email password, allowing Jenny to check no pictures were stored there.

Finally she was done, and sealed up her treasures in her handbag.

A few minutes later she was home. It had been so easy - and now she was free! She didn't have to submit to Karen's desires anymore. No more blackmail!

Jenny couldn't understand why she felt so cold inside. She should have been overjoyed. But she was starting to have doubts. Doubts about her own desires and sexuality. And doubts, real doubts, about what might happen when Karen returned......

Jenny picked at the salad she had made herself for lunch. She didn't have too much appetite - her stomach felt like it was turning cartwheels.

Three days before, she had recovered a number of photos, videos and prints - material her neighbour Karen had used to blackmail her to do any number of twisted things. Over the previous week, Jenny had been stripped, paraded and degraded; made to lick and pleasure several strangers, both women and men. She had given her husband both oral and anal sex; not because she wanted to but because she had been told to. And then she had been ****** to cheat on him, to be fucked by another man.

Until Karen had had her fuck another man, Jenny had been confused about what she was feeling. She had found herself craving the servitude, the pleasure she had found in debasing herself. But she still loved her husband.

When Karen had left home in a hurry to see her sick ******, Jenny had seized the moment, tricked her way into Karen's house and stolen the blackmail materials Karen had been holding over her head.

And since then, she had been twisted inside. Why? Was it fear? Guilt? Anticipation?

Every other morning, Karen had called by now and taken her away. But not since then, of course.

On Friday, Jenny had caught up on the housework she had skipped all week; cleaning and baking all morning. And the weekend had been filled by family. But now on Monday morning she had nothing left to distract her from the gnawing empty feeling she had inside.

Jenny finished her lunch and wandered the house vaguely thinking her confused thoughts, picking up the kids' discarded clothes and bits of rubbish. Until in a second, her composure disappeared as the doorbell chimed.

Was it Karen? What would she do? What would she, Jenny do? She trembled slightly, stepping softly through the house to sneak up on the door. She ducked, bringing her eye up to the walleye.

Outside stood a young red-headed woman, beautiful and slim, dressed in a thin white blouse and short skirt. Jenny almost laughed in relief. It was a girl she had - well, 'met' is kind of the wrong word. A girl she had known as 'Miss Quick', and who had brought her to several orgasms.

Jenny took a deep breath, and swept her fingers through her hair. She shook her head as if trying to clear it. What was this girl doing here? And what was her name? Oh yes, wasn't it Tessa?

Jenny opened the door, and Tessa's face lit up with a broad smile. She wore soft touches of subtle makeup, with pink lip gloss, mascara and powder-blue eye-shadow.

"Hi! Jenny, it's good to see you." said Tessa cheerily, giving her a hug. Jenny hugged her back, her heart fluttering as their bodies pressed against each other. Although the younger by ten years, Tessa was just a little taller than Jenny, and her high boobs pressed into Jenny's much larger pair.

"Ah, Tessa... Good to see you" said Jenny truthfully, if a little awkwardly. The truth was that she really had wanted to see this woman again. She had had dreams and fantasies about kneeling before her, her head between the other woman's legs...

Tessa's smile broadened, and she looked truly beautiful. She stepped in, and let Jenny close the door.

"I've been wanting to see you again," said Tessa in a low, sexy voice. Her arm snaked around the older woman's waist as they walked further into the house, and Jenny's heart skipped. "I called Karen to ask her permission, and she said she was away from home, and I should come on over for the afternoon."

Jenny's eyebrows rose. Karen had told Tessa to come over? Did she know Jenny had taken the pictures? Were they both still expecting her to do what they wanted? And if this beautiful girl told her to take her clothes off and play...would she do it?

Jenny made them both tea which probably neither of them really wanted; however she was nervous about how to begin a casual conversation with this younger, but more confident woman who had licked her to multiple orgasm on their first and only prior meeting. Tessa though, certainly didn't believe in beating about the bush; almost immediately bringing up the subject of their unusually intimate knowledge of each other.

"So, I guess you haven't been with Karen very long then," said Tessa, sitting down on a leather couch. Jenny sat next to her, their bare knees almost touching as they turned to face one another.

"Um..." started Jenny, blushing deeply "'With' her?"

Tessa smiled , biting her lower lip. "You know...doing what she wants..."

"Um, no. Just a few days actually."

"Wow, really? You must be a real natural then." came the younger girl's surprised answer.

Jenny went quiet, turning away.

"Hey," said Tessa softly, gently bringing her hand up to Jenny's cheek. "I'm sorry. I wasn't making fun, really. I'm the same - I like to give up control too. I do whatever Dee wants, you know."

Jenny turned back to her, looking sad. "But why? Why do we enjoy it?"

The younger woman shrugged. "I don't know - it's just part of who I am. Dee brought it out of me, and it's an important part of my life. You can do the same, you know."

"But I'm married, Tessa!"

"So? I'm married too, you know. And feeling fulfilled like I am, I'm going to stay married too. You know how many marriages end in divorce these days?"

Tessa took Jenny's hands in her own. "Look, Jenny. I met a woman last week who was enjoying what she was doing. Who could see the beauty in another woman, and the pleasure to be had there. A woman I wanted to be with, just the two of us... Now, you can tell me I'm wrong, but you can't hide from yourself, and if you try you'll wind up unhappy. Maybe still married, but maybe not."

Jenny still looked unhappy. "But I'll still have to lie to my husband."

Tessa nodded. "It's the price you pay for security. Most men won't accept their wives doing this - it's a threat to their masculinity, even if they're your only man. I've never told my husband, and I never will. I love him too much, even if I need his ****** to satisfy me. So I feel guilty, so that he can feel safe."

Jenny bit her lip. "So, this is it? I just give up to doing what Karen wants for the rest of my life?"

"If it's Karen you want. But you can negotiate this stuff. Just don't do it naked, because that's when she's in control. Is it Karen you want?" came Tessa's response. She was leaning forward, just a few inches away now.

Jenny looked openly at Tessa's pretty face; the high cheekbones, the full lips so close to her own. The soft, non-judgemental eyes now holding her gaze.

"I don't know" Jenny began, leaning forward towards Tessa without realising she was doing it. "I... I want..."

Their lips met; first softly and then pressing hard against each other. Their hands moved to pull them together, fingers sliding into each other's hair as they kissed passionately.

Two pairs of lips pressed firmly against each other; opening to allow tongues to slide between them, delicately exploring each other's mouths. They kissed and caressed each other like teenagers at a drive-in; the mom-of-two and her twenty-something friend.

For several minutes, the only sounds were soft moans, the panting of heavy breathing, the rustle of clothing. Finally, Jenny took the next move. Her hands were squeezing Tessa's pert breasts through her blouse, and she wanted more. She moved back so she could use both hands, quickly unfastening her young lover's white blouse. Underneath were Tessa's beautiful young breasts, clad in a soft white lacy bra; her pink nipples just visible though the translucent material. Jenny just stared for a minute as Tessa shrugged off the blouse, reaching behind to unfasten the bra. In just a few seconds, she lay back, tossing the brassiere onto the floor and raising her hands above her had to flaunt the soft perfection of her bosom.

As Jenny stared, her hands reached out to caress Tessa's breasts, lifting them up towards her chin, gently tugging on the nipples as they swelled. Tessa smiled, squirming slightly, and Jenny's composure melted, her head coming down to close her mouth about the hard nipple of Tessa's right breast. She sucked gently, teasing it with her teeth and tongue as she caressed the second breast with her hand.

Tessa moaned softly as Jenny sucked and caressed her sensitive breasts, her back arching off the couch with desire. Jenny hardly noticed; her eyes closed as she softly closed her teeth, capturing a hard nipple between them, and stroking it with her hungry tongue. One hand slid under Tessa's arched back, ************* supporting her as the other left the firm breast, and began sliding down her firm young body.

Tessa smiled as Jenny's hand slid down over her flat stomach, and caressed it. Jenny's fingers probed at the waistband of her skirt, but this was too tight for even a single finger to slide beneath, and after a minute the fingers moved on. Tessa's legs parted willingly as Jenny's fingers drifted down, and curled underneath the short skirt, which had ridden up to what would have been a very indecent length in any other circumstance.

Jenny looked over Tessa's body, enjoying exploring it. She released the engorged nipple she had been teasing, and moved on to the other one as her fingers reached the junction of Tessa's thighs. She stroked the junction where thigh met pubis sensually, producing a moan from her young lover. Tessa wore nothing beneath her short skirt. Teasingly, Jenny stroked her fingers upwards and across, roaming across the naked flesh under the tiny skirt. Her fingers ran through the neatly trimmed red pubic hair at the base of Tessa's stomach, avoiding the moist opening beneath. Slowly, her fingers began to stroke up and across; back and forth up and down the sensitive inner thighs but each time artfully avoiding touching the swollen lips of Tessa's pussy. Eventually, Tessa could stand the teasing no longer, and had to act; grabbing at Jenny's hand she pulled it to the midline. Tessa took Jenny's fingers and pushed them deep into her own sopping pussy with a deep groan.

For several moments, Jenny thrust her fingers roughly in and out of Tessa's soaking pussy, till the younger woman let out a mighty cry, thrusting her pelvis up against the invading digits. Jenny curled her fingers slightly, keeping them inserted until Tessa's orgasm had faded; then as the girl looked at her through half-closed eyes, Jenny pulled the fingers out and pushed them into her own mouth, sucking at Tessa's juices with relish.

Jenny's other hand busied itself pulling at her own buttons, and in a minute her own blouse was gaping, and shrugged off. She stood for a moment, stripping her remaining clothes as quickly as possible, until she stood naked before her young lover, who was still bathing in the afterglow of orgasm.

Tessa realigned herself as Jenny knelt down between her legs, and now lay propped up against the back of the couch. She lifted her bottom as Jenny pulled at the waist of the tiny skirt, then lifted her legs together so it could be removed entirely. They came back down either side of the petite but curvaceous blonde, spread as wide as they would go. The two women were finally naked together again, and Tessa watched in pride and glee as her sexy older lover slowly knelt forward to lick her pussy.

Jenny pressed her face into Tessa's hot pussy with a groan, inhaling the pungent, musky aroma of Tessa's arousal. Her tongue slipped out, taking a broad sweep over Tessa's swollen pussy lips, savouring the gooey liquid that oozed between them. She licked away, bringing up her hand to slide two fingers between the hot lips, gently frigging her lover whilst enjoying the tastes of her.

For a few minutes, the room was quiet except for the sounds of heavy breathing, soft moans, and a rhythmic squelching as Jenny's fingers teased Tessa's G-spot. Tessa's moans began to get louder, and she grabbed at Jenny's hand again, jerking it back and forth vigorously to bring on her own climax. Jenny kept licking throughout, until Tessa's breathing settled again, cleaning the sticky secretions from her lovers pussy lips with relish.

Jenny rose unsteadily onto the edge of the sofa and sat next to Tessa, reaching out to cuddle the younger woman to her breast as she snuggled down. The two of them lay back, holding each other tenderly, exchanging kisses and murmured endearments.

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"So, you enjoyed that?" said Jenny with a smile. Tessa lifted her head from Jenny's breast and looked at her, smiling like the cat that had got the cream.

"What do you think?" she purred in a sexy voice.

Jenny giggled, as Tessa lifted herself up to kiss her lips, tasting her own juices on the older woman's lips. Their tongues tangled, writhing around each other as they fenced inside Jenny's warm mouth.

Quickly, they got more passionate in their kissing, hands running across each others bodies. Jenny marvelled at Tessa's firm but yielding flesh; her pert breasts and buttocks, her tight, flat stomach. Tessa giggled as she explored Jenny's older body, far more curvaceous than her own. Naked, Jenny's breasts hung slightly, and flattened considerably when she lay on her back. But they were still a bountiful, sensual handful, topped with erect brown nipples. Tessa caressed them with both hands, nuzzling between them. Slowly, she kissed her way down Jenny's soft, but still flat stomach, until her lips were moving over the smoothness where days ago there had been a full bush of golden hair.

Now, their positions from a few minutes ago were reversed, and Jenny spread her legs widely as Tessa lay between them. Tessa's experienced tongue slipped out, and probed hungrily at Jenny's wet nude slit, teasing the delicate lips before sliding between them. Jenny moaned, her thighs clamping about Tessa's head almost *************. As she licked at Jenny's moistness, one of Tessa's hands slid up to grab at the heavy breasts above her, squeezing it roughly before more gently stroking the nipple.

Jenny groaned again as Tessa's skilled tongue began to bring her closer to the edge. She held Tessa's head with her left hand, the right hand playing with her free breast as Tessa toyed with the other.

"mmmh...oooooh.....oooh!" she murmured sexily. "Oh God, keep going. Keep licking me, please. Aaaah... Please don't stop"

Tessa didn't need the encouragement, her tongue deep inside Jenny's moist tunnel. She loved this, the feeling of power power and **********. The knowledge of what you were doing to someone, bringing them helplessly to the brink of orgasm. As she sensed Jenny was getting close, she slowed her movements; teasing out the last few seconds before orgasm, till Jenny was begging her to finish.

"Oh please...please....please make me come...please, Tessa" Jenny cried.

Tessa smiled with satisfaction, hidden between Jenny's firm thighs, and returned her stroking tongue to the faster movements she had used before. In moments, Jenny came, bucking in the couch as her thighs crushed Tessa's head.

As the waves of pleasure rolled over her, Jenny relaxed. She felt Tessa moving, and a warm, soft, naked body move against hers before wet lips pressed against her own. Jenny sucked hungrily at the kiss, taking in her own moist juices; savouring the taste of her own arousal.

The two women lay together, enjoying the tastes on each other's lips, and the yielding curves of each other's bodies. Jenny smiled, and sighed gently with satisfaction. Tessa giggled at Jenny's happy appearance, enjoying the appearance of pleasure on her older lover's face.

"You look happy," the young red-head giggled, a little smugly. There was something deliciously kinky, she thought to herself, in making love to a woman almost old enough to be her ******, even one as beautiful as Jenny. Not that Tessa was any stranger to pleasuring older women - far from it...

"Mmmmh." Jenny murmured, smiling. She wrapped her arms around Tessa's back, pulling her close for a hug. Their bodies pressed close together, legs entangled. The two women kissed softly.

After a few minutes, Tessa slid back, and pulled herself up to stand. Jenny lay back, admiring the tight lines of the younger woman's slender body. Tessa's high firm breasts stood proudly on her chest, the nipples still a little swollen. Tessa had a strange look in her eye, looking up and down Jenny's own body with interest, and a soft smile.

"God, you're so sexy" murmured the younger girl. "I so want to play with you."

Jenny looked at her warmly. This girl was so beautiful, so sexy. And she wanted her. What harm could it do, she thought to herself. How much pleasure could they have together? She smiled, looking Tessa in the eye. "Then let's play," she said with warmth.

Tessa turned, showing Jenny her high, pert bottom as she sauntered over to the open-plan kitchen. Naked, she investigated the fridge, and cupboards, assembling a small tray of toys. She turned on the radio to a smooth classics station Jenny knew, which played nothing but love songs

Jenny sat up, and slowly stood as she watched the industrious redhead approach with a tray. Scattered on it were honey, cream, olive oil, bananas, a cucumber and a couple of chocolate bars.

Jenny raised an eyebrow at the smiling girl in front of her. "And what exactly do you propose we do with those?" she asked with a wry smile.

Tessa smiled warmly, and sauntered closer...

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Tessa led Jenny into the middle of the brightly sunlit room, putting the tray down on a small table. She handed Jenny a hair-tie, telling her to put her hair back. Tessa picked up the bottle of olive oil, pouring out a small handful of oil.

"You're so beautiful," said Tessa smiling. "I love the way your body looks, especially when it's gleaming, like when we covered you in suntan oil."

Jenny nodded, remembering the feeling of having four women caressing her body, exploring every curve. Now, she felt Tessa's hands doing the same again. It was less intense, but just as arousing; with the more personal touch of this single woman arousing her in ways even several strangers couldn't match. Tessa's hands slid over her shoulders, and the front of her chest. They swept around her breasts, playfully teasing the erect nipples.

After teasing her nipples to full erection, Tessa used a series of quick, broad sweeps up and down Jenny's body, disappointing her a little with Tessa's businesslike methods. Once she had efficiently anointed the majority of Jenny's skin however, Tessa developed a softer, more gentle touch. She began to stroke up and down Jenny's inner thighs, gently teasing her. Tessa stroked the curves of Jenny's thighs, and her buttocks, all the while carefully avoiding Jenny's waiting pussy. Jenny sighed softly, half with disappointment, and half with anticipation.

Tessa stroked Jenny's flanks, arms, shoulders and ears; gently caressing her and planting kisses wherever she passed. Standing in front of Jenny, Tessa kissed her gently on the lips, before planting her hands on Jenny's shoulders and pushing downwards. Jenny sank to her knees willingly, kneeling up like a penitent subject before her queen, knees together and thighs vertical. She looked up at Tessa eagerly, happy to follow the younger girl's lead.

Tessa stood closer to Jenny; her naked breasts just above Jenny's eye-level. She lifted a jug of cream, and slowly poured it onto the upper curves of one of her pert breasts. The cream slid down over her nipple, dripping down onto Jenny's upper body. Jenny lifted herself up, lapping the thick cream from Tessa's erect nipple. Slowly, she sucked at the warm, spongy tissue; teasing it with her teeth and tongue. Tessa moaned, moving the jug to pour onto her other breast. Jenny shifted her position obediently, suckling at Tessa's high breasts.

Tessa looked down at her lover, enjoying the sight and sensation of having a beautiful submissive lover teasing her breasts. Jenny really was startlingly beautiful, she thought to herself lustily.

She pushed forward gently, walking forward astride Jenny's body and pushing her back. Slowly, the curvaceous woman bent backwards, till she lost control and fell backwards onto the wooden floor. She was quite helpless, her legs still tucked underneath her in a kneeling position. Her back curved like a bow, breasts falling towards her chin under gravity. Her legs had parted somewhat, her pubis exposed broadly.

Tessa admired her naked, submissive lover, totally exposed to her; wanton with desire. Splashes of cream dripped off Tessa's breasts, falling chaotically onto Jenny's taut stomach. Tessa knelt, lifting a banana from the tray. She dipped it into the cream, before bringing the fruit to Jenny's pussy lips. Tessa pressed gently, and the thick fruit slid easily between Jenny's nether lips, and into her wet pussy. Barely curved; seven inches long, and thick enough that Tessa's fingers hardly reached around it, the sturdy fruit was a perfect fit into Jenny's hungry pussy, and she moaned hungrily.

Tessa leaned over as she pumped the fruit, sliding forwards. She brought her other hand forward; now dripping with cream, and pushed her fingers between Jenny's open lips. Jenny sucked hungrily, taking Tessa's fingers in to her mouth easily.

"I really want to fuck you," said Tessa softly. Jenny turned her head, holding Tessa's gaze, letting the younger woman know she could do whatever she wanted. They shared a moment, smiling, before Tessa took Jenny's hand and placed it on the shaft of the banana until it took over guiding the thick fruit in and out of Jenny's hungry lips.

Tessa stood unsteadily, and walked over to collect her handbag. Inside was a single sex toy; a large strap-on dildo, nine inches long and thicker than Tessa's wrist. She turned round, and the two women watched each other prepare for sex; one masturbating herself whilst the other slid into the straps of a dildo. The base of the dildo was designed to rub against Tessa's clitoris, and she positioned it carefully; absently stroking the ivory shaft as she watched Jenny. Gleaming with oil, and tarnished with splashes of cream; the older woman had brought her feet out from under her, and was now lying with her legs splayed out on the floor. Both hands were between her legs as she watched the young red-head approach.

Tessa moved between Jenny's legs, watching the older woman slowly sliding a thick banana in and out of her juicy slit; the other hand playing with her clitoris. Jenny pulled the banana out and tossed it aside, leaving herself open for Tessa to make love to. Obligingly, Tessa knelt down and positioned the head of her huge dildo at Jenny's hungry pussy. She pressed forwards, and the huge phallus slid inside.

Jenny gasped as she felt Tessa's fake cock part her wet and willing pussy lips. God! It was the biggest thing she had had inside her so far! Her mind fizzed as streams of pleasure radiated from her pussy and throughout her body. Slowly, Tessa's beautiful young body came to press full length against her own. Their breasts mashed together, and their lips met once again. She felt the pleasure of surrender; wide, open-legged surrender to a lover, and the strangeness of a woman's soft hips between her thighs. Jenny reached down as they kissed and fucked, caressing the upper slopes of Tessa's buttocks, and the downward curve of her back.

The two women lay together on the floor; a picture of womanly love. Kisses and caresses, soft moans and sighs flowed between them as the dominant younger woman pumped her artificial phallus in and out of her submissive older lover. Tessa's buttocks flexed as she lifted herself up and out before pushing her hips forwards once again. Jenny's arms began to sag, falling to the wooden floor as she gave in to the feelings emanating from between her legs. She moaned again and again; beginning to make tiny grunting noises with every thrust of the ivory shaft into her moist flesh.

Tessa hardly slowed as Jenny came, keeping her steady pace as she enjoyed the beautiful face beneath her, relaxed in flows of ecstasy. Jenny's large breasts bounced up and down her chest as Tessa's thrusts became slowly more and more vigorous; the young redhead dipped her head to take a nipple between her lips and suck at it, but this was too awkward, and she returned to her focus on fucking Jenny till she could take no more.

Jenny was beginning to wonder herself what more she could take, as another orgasm flooded through her. They were beginning to blend into one, as Tessa expertly fucked her wet and willing hole. She lay back, trembling with pleasure, submitting completely to her young lover. Tessa thrust in and out; bringing Jenny to a crescendo of pleasure.

Jenny groaned, bucking and thrusting against Tessa; clutching at Tessa's back with sharp fingernails. Eventually, she stopped groaning, the sound giving way to gentle moans, tears running from her eyes.

Tessa stopped and watched Jenny's massive orgasm, then smiled with satisfaction as Jenny's feelings overcame her. She gently stroked Jenny's face, kissing her softly on the cheek as she cried.

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A little later, the two of them were in the shower. Tessa washed Jenny's curvaceous form carefully. The older woman giggled; her feelings bubbling over. Her tears had very quickly turned to laughter, and now she was enjoying the post-orgasmic high.

"I loved being fucked by you" Jenny giggled, stroking Tessa's flanks. The redhead still wore her strap-on dildo, and Jenny took it in her hand.

"This was so good. The best thing that's ever fucked me. You were better than any man, you know." she confessed, pumping the plastic phallus.

Tessa smiled, caressing Jenny's head softly.

"Suck it for me" said Tessa seductively. She pulled down softly on Jenny's head, and the blonde obediently knelt down at her feet. Jenny held the dildo in her hands before feeding it between her willing lips. She smiled a little as she sucked on the smooth phallus, four inches in her warm mouth.

"Can you take it all in, little girl?" said Tessa dominantly. She was feeling more and more dominant with Jenny, although she didn't want to go as far as Karen had. She had thought that she was a natural submissive herself; but Jenny was able to let go far easier than she had been. And she really did want to get Jenny to deep-throat the large dildo, to watch her mouth and throat stretched around the wideness of Tessa's 'cock'.

Jenny pushed forwards. She knew how to do this, having managed it for real on a few occasions before. She focussed on relaxing herself, preparing to fight the gag reflex, and then pushed on. With just a moment of nausea, she slid the rubber phallus deep into her throat. Her lips were stretched wide, and her throat began to complain almost immediately. As Tessa shifted position, water ran down her front, and Jenny snorted. Tessa quickly realigned herself to shield Jenny from the shower spray, and reached down to pat her head reassuringly.

Jenny began to bob back and forth, taking short breaths through her nose when the thick cock was further out. With each gentle push, she got more and more of the dildo in her mouth, until her nose was buried in Tessa's neatly-trimmed red pubic bush.

"That's so hot" said Tessa approvingly, looking down fondly at her willing and submissive lover. She ran her hand down Jenny's face, feeling the stretched cheeks and lips, and even down to feel the phallus distending her throat as she moved back and forth. Tessa watched gleefully as Jenny willingly sucked on her strap-on; each movement causing the blackberry-like base of the dildo to rub against Tessa's clitoris.

Erotic though the sight of Jenny's oral skills was, Tessa was wanting more; having not had an orgasm herself for some time. She turned off the shower, and pulled back from Jenny, suggesting they get dry and move to the bedroom.

Jenny stood up with a smile, and they began to dry themselves. As they chatted lightly, Jenny enthused again about what a pleasure it had been being fucked by Tessa.

"My pleasure, sexy lady! What woman doesn't love a thick shaft driving in and out of her? Especially if it's being done by another woman." said Tessa with conviction. She had taken the dildo off to dry herself fully, and now tossed it onto the bed.

"I think any woman would have enjoyed that," said Jenny, glowing with a little pride about being referred to as 'sexy lady' by such a beautiful and confident young woman. "How does it feel for you though?"

"Oh it's good! The sight of your lover writhing underneath you - or on top of you - or bent over in front of you... Seriously, it's the most erotic thing you can do, and really satisfying... I wonder if men really appreciate what they've got sometimes."

"Can... Can I try?" said Jenny hesitantly, unsure if Tessa would be happy to reverse roles.

"Sweetie - I thought you'd never ask!" Tessa laughed. "Why don't we strap you up, and then we can try some new positions?"

Jenny smiled shyly, still a little embarrassed about her desire for this woman, and her willingness to enjoy being 'made' to do things she found so pleasurable. She stepped into the leg-straps, allowing Tessa to draw the dildo up her legs, and buckle the waist strap. Tessa drew the straps tight, positioning the dildo carefully over Jenny's clitoris.

Tessa crawled naked onto the king-sized bed; moving slowly and languidly on all fours, flaunting the slim curves of her buttocks to Jenny's gaze. Between them, Jenny saw Tessa's pussy glistening, and above it the pink star of her anus.

"How do you want me?" said Tessa in low, seductive tones.

Jenny swallowed nervously, but knew what she wanted - at least, to start with. "On your back, like I was. Like lovers..."

Tessa smiled, rolling onto her back across the bed, lifting her knees and moving them apart. She watched as Jenny stood staring down at her for a moment, her heavy womanly breasts and curvaceous hips at odds with the massive erection sprouting from her vulva.

Finally, Jenny knelt up on the bed, moving Tessa's knees apart gently. She positioned the dildo at Tessa's pussy, and met her gaze hesitantly.

"It's okay." whispered Tessa reassuringly, smiling warmly.

Jenny smiled back, overcoming her nerves, and pushed inwards. She watched in amazement as the dildo sank almost effortlessly between Tessa's wet pussy lips, bringing a groan from her mouth. Jenny looked up, amazed at the joy on Tessa's face.

"More...oh that's good" the girl murmured happily. "Aaahh!"

Jenny steadily pushed the shaft deep into Tessa's pussy, bringing a long, deep groan of satisfaction, and a look of ecstasy onto her face. Jenny watched in amazement as she began to slowly pump the phallus in and out, marvelling at Tessa's expressions of joy, knowing not just how she felt, but that she herself was causing such pleasure. It was an incredible turn-on to see how much pleasure she was bringing another woman. So intimate; locked between her thighs, pumping your cock in and out of her... Did men feel like this all the time, she wondered.

Probably not. How could they enjoy the knowledge she had; the knowing of what your partner was feeling? The certainty of what your lover would feel if you moved your cock like this... Tessa moaned appreciatively as Jenny circled her hips in a figure-of-eight. The pressure on her clitoris was pleasant, but the real pleasure was in her head as Jenny moved in different ways, trying to stimulate Tessa in ways she enjoyed herself. Soft moans and gasps were her reward, as Tessa's face contorted in pleasure a dozen different ways. Soft hands grabbed at her back, her bottom, her neck; all telling her the pleasure she was bringing.

Jenny remembered something she enjoyed her husband doing, and lifted Tessa's legs up. Jenny lifted herself up onto her knees, and pushed Tessa's knees back towards her chest, placing the girl's ankles either side of her head. In this position she could make only short, shallow motions; but Tessa's gasps changed appreciatively.

"Oh that's good. Oh please don't stop." begged Tessa "Oh God! Aahh! Please! Uungh!"

Jenny rocked back and forth, supporting the weight of Tessa's lower body as she bent the younger girl into a C-shape, bringing cries and gasps of pleasure. In this position, Jenny was able to drive the dildo right in to the base, feeling Tessa's pubic hair teasing her own shaven lips. Tessa cried out loudly, going stiff as her orgasm came strongly, face contorting with what almost seemed for a moment painful, then giving way to pleasure. Jenny smiled with satisfaction, enjoying the sight of the pleasure she had brought. She gently lowered Tessa's legs, finding this position too much hard work to sustain, and moved on to a new one as Tessa gasped beneath her.

Now, she moved her whole body up so that instead of lying between Tessa's legs, she was on top of her; her pubic bone pressing down on her lover's. On this position, the dildo was bent straight down, rubbing hard against Tessa's clitoris. Jenny took deeper, slower strokes this time, enjoying the experience of sensing Tessa's growing orgasm again. She could tell, watching and listening, just how close the younger girl was, and each time she slowed down until Tessa was begging for orgasm. Finally, Jenny suddenly switched to a rapid, vigorous motion; in and out, in and out, in and out. Tessa exploded within seconds, letting out a piercing wail.

Jenny gently rocked back and forth as Tessa gulped for air, and slowly recovered her senses. The girl stared at her for several seconds as though incoherent, then a broad grin spread across her face and she let out a loud, low laugh.

"Oh, that was good!" she cried happily. "That was so fucking good!"

Tessa lifted herself up and kissed Jenny passionately.

"You're a natural at this" she laughed, pushing Jenny back. "Now roll back," she said firmly.

Jenny let Tessa push her back, and the two women slowly exchanged positions without separating. Now, Tessa was above Jenny, and she lifted up for a moment, bringing her legs up to straddle the buxom blonde. She lowered herself back onto the erect shaft of Jenny's strap-on, groaning with satisfaction as the thick shaft impaled her.

Tessa began to rock back and forth, riding the strap-on phallus like some sort of rodeo ride. Jenny watched with amazement at Tessa's slim body astride hers; her firm thighs clamped around Jenny's waist; her delicate hands stroking Jenny's flat stomach; her pert breasts bouncing high up on her chest. Tessa had such flawless, pale skin; unusual in the land of perma-tanned coeds. Her red hair shook as she pumped her slim hips back and forth. But really, Jenny was most focussed on the bouncing breasts, tipped with half-hard pink nipples.

Jenny sat up, using her hands to pull herself up until her mouth met one of Tessa's nipples, taking the spongy tissue into her mouth. She teased the nipple, sucking on it as her hands explored Tessa's firm thighs and buttocks. Tessa moaned softly as Jenny released her nipple, now swollen and deep purple with engorgement, moving across to nuzzle on the second. The young ****** held herself up as long as she could, suckling at the twenty-year-olds firm breasts. At last, she lowered herself, only then realising how much Tessa had had to slow her movements so that Jenny could nurse at her breasts. Now, Tessa began to speed up again, resting her hands on Jenny's shoulders as she bucked her hips, grinding down hard and just nudging back and forth a few inches, keeping the dildo deep inside her.

Jenny watched with happy affection, bathing in the sight of the young woman's passion as she drove herself towards climax. Tessa caught her gaze, and the two women stared at each other as Tessa's orgasm surged through her once more, turning her legs to jelly and her spine to liquid fire.

Tessa collapsed onto her elbows on Jenny's chest, panting and giggling again. She pushed up on her hands, leaving her breasts dangling momentarily over Jenny's appreciative gaze. Then Tessa pushed herself up and back to a sitting position before lifting herself off the thick dildo. Kneeling up, she looked down at Jenny steadily, not taking her eyes off the older woman. She began to move forwards, shuffling along Jenny's prostrate body until she had to lift a knee, bringing it up and over Jenny's shoulder.

Finally, Jenny broke from Tessa's gaze, dropping her eyes to the junction of the young woman's thighs as the second knee landed on the other side of her head. Tessa's pussy was just inches away from Jenny's face, and the heady scent of her filled Jenny's nostrils.

Tessa moved the final few inches as Jenny fixed her gaze on the redhead's approaching pussy. Tessa's battered pussy lips were swollen and dripping with sticky juices; her pussy still open from the thick dildo. Jenny saw the deep pink interior and lifted her head, opening her lips to suck hungrily at the moisture running from the parted pussy lips. Her eyes closed as she drank deeply; her hands coming to clasp Tessa's ass firmly.

Jenny was completely enveloped in Tessa's warm flesh, her head pinned between Tessa's strong thighs as her tongue explored the moist interior once again. The young woman tastes stronger, more aroused than before; and Jenny luxuriated in the feeling of ********** and sensuality to be found there.

Riding Jenny's face, Tessa ground down slowly, back and forth, allowing Jenny to reach every part of her. Mini-orgasms shuddered through her as Jenny's eager tongue drove deep into her aroused pussy. She opened her eyes, looking down Jenny's head visible between her thighs; the blonde hair spilling onto the bed above the closed eyes, and the nose buried deep in her neatly trimmed bush.

Tessa groaned as Jenny licked roughly at her clitoris. Her eyes half-closed, but she ****** them to stay open; to allow her to see the beautiful older woman lying submissively between her legs... Tessa's orgasm began to rise as she thought about Jenny's position; about lying there helplessly as a younger woman drove herself onto a strap-on dildo, and then moved up your body, bringing a gaping wet pussy over your mouth, and making you...

"Aaaahhhh!" cried Tessa as her pussy exploded in orgasm once more, electricity shooting through her back, her arms, her legs. She fell forwards and then let herself roll towards the head of the bed, releasing Jenny from her sweaty position between her thighs. The older woman was red-faced; her lips, cheeks and chin covered with sticky pussy juices which had dripped down her neck and into her hair. She was breathing hard, but as her eyes opened to see Tessa watching her, her face split with an enormous smile, and the women began to laugh together...

Tessa and Jenny giggled, kissing and cuddling each other till Jenny announced, "You know what, honey - I really need to shower!"

Tessa agreed, and the two of them got up on unsteady legs; Jenny slipping off the dildo before heading for the bathroom. After a minute, the shower started, and the sound of happy chatter and laughter drifted back into the bedroom. All had been left abandoned there; sheets rumpled and pillows strewn on the floor. Slowly though, unexpectedly, the half-open closet door slowly opened in silence.

Head cocked to one side to listen out for one of the women returning, Karen slipped out of the closet, and tip-toed along the balcony. Clearly the two women hadn't heard anything, and she confidently hurried down the stairs. In one hand, she held her DVD camcorder, the red 'Record' button hidden below a spot of duct tape. In less than a minute, Karen slipped noiselessly out of the kitchen door, and outside.

"Bye!" said Jenny gaily, kissing Tessa tenderly on the lips as they stood just inside the door out of sight. "I'll see you in a few days?"

"You bet!" replied Tessa with conviction, hugging her tightly. "I'm not letting you get away!"

"Besides," she continued. "I don't know what's going to happen with you and Karen, but she and Dee are still friends, and I'm looking forward to more pool parties like last week."

Jenny smiled, no longer even embarrassed at being reminded of the afternoon last week when she had been stripped down to a 'Wicked Weasel' bikini by three strange women, and turned into a group sex toy for the afternoon. She kissed Tessa again, and in a moment, the youngster was gone.

Jenny sighed and smiled. She still had an hour or so before anyone else would be home, she thought as she stopped at the answerphone and pressed play. She wasn't surprised to hear Kyle's voice first, but was pleasantly surprised to hear that he was announcing he'd actually be home on time for once. Then her ******** Erin came on.

"Beep. Hey mom. So, college is great. I'm going out running with my new friend Billie tomorrow evening, and said we could run over to see you for supper, and you'd give us a lift back to campus, is that cool? Let me know if you can't.

Jenny frowned for a moment, wondering what had made her suddenly nervous. Then she realised she could smell coffee.

"Hello," she called as she walked through to the kitchen. Then, she stopped dead. Karen sat at the bar, two steaming cups in front of her. Her black face was set half-seriously, half-smiling.

"Hi, sweetie" said the black woman in friendly tones. "Join me for a coffee?"

Jenny stared, suddenly scared and confused; her happy post-orgasmic haze suddenly shattered.

"Oh come on, take the weight off. I was going to ask if you'd enjoyed yourself with Tessa" she said, gesturing to the tray beside her still laden with oil, cream and food. She lifted a banana, holding it under her nose. "But I think I know the answer to that one."

Karen giggled at Jenny's shocked face. "Oh come on, honey. I said it was okay for Tessa to come over. I never said I wasn't coming back. But hey, I'm glad you enjoyed yourself. Believe it or not..."

"How did you... When did you come in?" said Jenny hesitantly.

"Oh, I've popped in and out, you might say..." said Karen suggestively. "You two were having such fun upstairs, it seemed unfair to interrupt."

Jenny had gone pale. Karen knew...

"You know... given the trouble you went to; to steal from me..." said Karen in dangerous tones. "You might have thought about being a bit more careful for a while, at least..."

Something snapped into place in Jenny's mind. She didn't have to take this if she didn't want to. Her stresses and fears suddenly poured out.

"Careful? Like taking me out in public naked? Like getting me fucked by a passing stranger? You call that careful? I could have caught something, gotten pregnant, been recognised... The only reason I did what you wanted was to safeguard my marriage - and then you put it at risk again!"

Karen recoiled slightly. She had been expecting a little defiance, but not for Jenny to come at her, guns blazing.

"Hey..."

"Don't you 'hey' me!" snapped Jenny; wilfully biting off the word 'bitch' that she wanted to follow with, knowing it would just make Karen angry and aggressive. "You blackmailed me for doing something stupid as a teenager, and then made me do things ten times worse. Did you think I was just going to take it forever? Huh?"

Karen took a mouthful of coffee, using both hands to hide an adrenaline-induced tremble. Wow, Jenny was really fighting it! What would she do if Karen revealed her new video of Jenny and Tessa? Or maybe a power play wasn't the way to go after all... After all, what did she herself actually want from this? It had gone far beyond some sort of petty 'revenge' just for Jenny being young and beautiful. She was pretty sure Jenny had actually enjoyed being submissive as much as she had enjoyed being dominant, and wanted to get that back. She had really enjoyed Jenny's **********; and honestly, she'd rather Jenny did it willingly. Karen could offer her some sort of concession - but only from a position of strength. Not on the back foot like this.

"Oh, you'll take it Toy," she began, speaking deliberately softly and firmly. "You'll take it because you loved taking it. You'll get down on your knees before me because it's what you want to do. Because it makes you feel good."

"No!" cried Jenny, her anger confused by the feelings of arousal Karen was triggering.

"Oh yes, sweetie. You still want to be my little slut-slave, don't you?" said Karen, coming to stand in front of the much shorter white woman.

"No!" said Jenny, desperately; backing away as Karen's hands sought out her breasts.

Karen walked forwards and around, steadily backing Jenny into the corner of the kitchen.

"You want it. I know you want it. And you know that I want it. You want to do what I say." said Karen, grabbing Jenny's wrists and pressing into her at the waist. Jenny bent back over the counter, trying to keep away. This was the time, Karen knew. This is when she could offer Jenny the carrot she needed to welcome the stick.

"I'm not going to ***** you, Jenny. Believe it or not, if you say no, I'll leave. Leave you to your boring husband, and keep you away from Tessa, Dee and the others. But I won't tell Kyle anything. I promise you. Either way, you've earned that."

Jenny froze, hardly able to believe what she was hearing. Karen released her wrists and continued her calm exposition.

"If you want to keep exploring my world though Jenny, you'll follow my rules. If you want to see Tessa again, or to feel the thrill of ********** to me and my friends... I'll take you and control and humiliate you. Take you beyond your limits... But right here and now, I'll promise you safety. Kyle will never find out from me. And I won't make you take any other men if you don't want to..."

Karen's hand stroked Jenny's face as she looked into Jenny's eyes almost tenderly. Jenny had tears in her eyes. Karen came in, and kissed her tenderly on the lips.

"Be my slave..." Karen whispered in Jenny's ear. "I'll protect you, and keep you safe. All you need to do is kneel down..."

Jenny almost sobbed. She could tell Karen meant it. She was safe. Kyle wouldn't find out. Wouldn't leave her. And she could still see Tessa. And Karen? Did she want for Karen to control her? Enslave her?

Jenny's mind flicked through mental images of her ********** to Karen the week before. Stripping down, and masturbating in front of her in the living room... Bending over backwards in front of her with a dildo in her pussy... Shaving her pussy... Exposing herself in the shoe-shop... Modelling the tiny bikinis and underwear in 'Dangerous Curves'... Learning how to 'Display' and 'Flaunt' herself... Taking off her clothes in front of three women... Being kissed and caressed in the hot tub...

Jenny's knees slowly started to sag, and Karen stepped back slightly to give her room.

Masturbating herself over the phone, putting the dildo into her ass and pussy... Seducing her husband in stockings and suspenders... Letting him have her ass for the first time...

Jenny sank slowly to her knees, eyes glazed.

Walking naked in the woods, posing for pictures... Seducing the young student out jogging... Taking a black cock into her mouth...

Karen's wraparound dress slid to the floor, leaving her naked underneath. She spoke softly.

Seeing Tessa at her door... Taking her in and making love to her... Playing with the cream and fruit... Fucking each other with the dildo...

Jenny knew what she wanted now, and knew she could have it. Her old life could continue; alongside this new one. And now without fear; secure in her Mistress's promises of security.

Kneeling naked at Karen's feet... Bathing Karen with her tongue... Taking Karen's strap- on dildo in her pussy and ass... Lying between Karen's spread legs and fucking her senseless; Jenny's soft white body pressed against Karen's ebony skin...

Jenny knelt forward, and put her mouth between Karen's legs. Her newly skilled tongue slid effortlessly into her Mistress's pussy. Willingly, happily, she embraced her new life with open arms...

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Turning the Teacher


The youngest of three boys, I guess you would have expected me to get used to the sight of the male nude. But my parents were real prudes, and went on about nudity being dirty. They never really differentiated between male and female nudity, so I never did either. I realised that I was bi as soon as I was old enough to learn about sex at all.

There weren't many bi guys at college, which is why I spent time surfing for mates online. I found plenty too. All sorts of different guys, with all sorts of ideas. I mean, I had a girlfriend or two as well - I didn't want people to know I was that way. College is tough enough, but my parents had sent me to an Evangelical school!

Anyway, I was going through the archives of one of my favorite sites, Buck Hunter, when I found something a couple of years old that made me sit up with a bolt. A young face with a stiff cock in his mouth looked very familiar! Clicking on the link, I went to the index page and gasped. It was unmistakably one of my college tutors!

Mr Wild, one of the youngest teachers, was there on the screen before me! The video was outstanding! Like all the Buck hunter videos, it showed one of the team cruising normal (i.e. Straight) bars for pick-ups, offering cash if necessary for poor straight guys to bend a little. Mr Wild took little persuasion to head 'back to their place' to hang out by the pool, appearing in a tight pair of bikini pants lent to him by one of his seducers. In no time, he was getting oiled up by Brad and Andy, clearly a little *****. It wasn't long before they all 'decided' to go nude, revealing a trio of half-hard and very handsome cocks.

From the sideways glances Mr Wild (or 'Charlie') was giving the other men, it was obvious he was attracted to them, and Brad started the bidding low. Just fifty dollars later, Charlie had Brad's hard cock in his mouth. He was a bit inexperienced, and ****** on Brad's load, covering his face, but Brad wasn't complaining. Andy went next, whilst Brad started teasing Charlie's cock.

After Mr Wild swallowed Andy's jizz, they lay him down, stroking his body all over, but hardly touching his cock, which stood up a proud six or seven inches. Brad eventually started teasing the base of Mr Wild's prick as Andy went for the ****, getting Mr Wild to beg for oral sex. Andy got Mr Wild to agree to be fucked, even to beg for it, before producing a contract. Supposedly it was an agreement to sex, so he couldn't accuse them of anything later, but I'm sure there was a rider about film release in there.

Once the contract was signed, Mr Wild's cock disappeared into Brad's talented mouth. The next few minutes of the film showed Mr Wild writhing as his cock was expertly sucked by Brad. Andy disappeared briefly, returning with a massive hard-on, gleaming with lube.

As Andy stroked his thick shaft, Mr Wild cried out, bucking at the hips as his come poured into Brad's warm throat. The two of them moved as one for several seconds, until Brad sat back and wiped his mouth. Mr Wild lay gasping for breath, legs wide apart, and his almost-hard cock visibly pulsing on his belly.

Brad moved aside, and lifted Mr Wild's lower body, whilst Andy shoved a cushioned wedge under him. This left Mr Wild with his body bent up at the waist, his arse exposed completely. Andy knelt between his legs, whilst Brad lifted his legs up. The camera moved round to show Andy's thick shaft pushing into Mr Wild's virgin arse as he cried aloud.

This was one of the sexiest videos ever! Admittedly, knowing it was my teacher made it sexier, but watching Andy expertly fuck the arse of a slim but handsome man was incredibly erotic. Mr Wild must have been tight, as Andy was clearly getting excited after just a few minutes. He pulled out, and flipped Mr Wild over onto all fours before thrusting back in again, buggering him vigorously.

As Mr Wild howled, his erect cock spurting onto the floor beneath him, my own cock began to jerk and I came into my fist as I wanked in front of the computer.

I cleaned myself up as the video kept playing; Mr Wild taking Brad's cock in his ass, then spit-roasted between the two men. Mr Wild showering, and sucking off Andy in the shower. Then they made him wank in front of them, catching his come in his hand and making him ***** it. They kept the ***** flowing, so he was clearly pretty lubed as they reached a finale, dressing him up in a tiny cheerleader's outfit and a wig. He blew them both once more before they waved him off, clearly forgetting the way he was dressed, tottering down the street in a tiny skirt, panties and a boob tube.

I saved the video to my hard drive, and set the computer to burn a copy. Then I set it to play again, and took my cock in my hand...

I knew that the Buck Hunter films were genuine now, having wondered whether they were actually actors. But this one was kind of special. It showed me that Mr Wild (nicknamed 'Mr Mild' at school) was not just bisexual, but something of a submissive. The more I watched it, the more I could see him getting into it. He was clearly resistant at first, but the offer of cash (and not very much cash) had been enough to overcome his inhibitions, and presumably stop worrying about his motivations. By the time he was turned on, he had really been begging to be fucked, and had clearly enjoyed being humiliated and used. He also looked pretty good as a girl.

My own thoughts were following the plot of the film. With the threat of exposure, my newly-qualified teacher would have little choice but to do what I wanted. And I wanted him...

I waited until I had thought out what I wanted. I borrowed a digital camera and camcorder from a friend in the photography club. I also did some shopping on line. Mr Wild was going to be mine completely.

It was coming up to a four-day weekend, and most everyone was making plans. But I'm sure no-one else's were like mine. When the girls in class asked, Mr Wild said he was planning just to relax at home. I told my own parents I'd be hanging out at the lake camping with friends.

I wasn't due to see Mr Wild on Thursday, so I made my move on Wednesday after class. I made an excuse to stay back, and then slipped a DVD into the computer. I closed the blinds, taking the time to lock the door as I did. Then I put it on.

Poor Mr Wild. I actually felt a little sorry for him at first. He went pale at the Buck Hunter logo, and his jaw hit the floor when he saw himself.

We didn't watch the whole thing - this DVD was all about the edited highlights, and only lasted five minutes. At the end, he was trembling and ashen-faced. He begged me not to show anyone.

"I wasn't planning to," I said. "I think it's a great video. But I figure a lot of the guys around here wouldn't find it as hot as I do. Some might even think it was a bit weird. I can't imagine what the principal might think - you know what he says about homos. Asshole."

"No, that's right. Just between us." Said Mr Wild gratefully. "Thank you Matt"

"Oh that's okay," I said. "You can thank me later. I really wanted to share this with you - the way you were so wild and sexy back then. Maybe see if you could ever be that way again some time."

"I, uh... I don't know Matt. I don't even remember that much of what happened, I was so *****" he said warily.

"Really. Well, we should watch the whole thing", I said brightly, holding up a second DVD. "I'll come round to your place after school tomorrow. It'll be great!"

"Matt - I could get fired for that" he said in a low tone. "It's like, corrupting a minor. You're only just eighteen."

"You let me worry about that, Mr Wild. In fact, just relax about it and let me make the decisions. I'll be there at six."

I tossed him the DVD, and walked off. He called after me plaintively, but I ignored him. He had to learn there was no room for debate. He was mine.

Mr Wild called in sick the next day. I can't say I was all that surprised. I'd be worried sick in his place. Luckily I had already done my research, and knew where he lived.

I had a great day, laughing to myself when I palmed people off with some lie about the weekend. Everyone thought I'd be visiting relatives, and in fact I'd be having the wildest weekend of all, fucking one of the cutest men I'd met in years. I could hardly wait, and ended up knocking on his door at just after four.

When Mr Wild opened the door, he wasn't looking his best. He had long dirty-blonde hair, usually pulled back in a shoulder-length ponytail but now astrew in a big jumble. His trimmed goatee had a piece of fluff in it, and his shirt was untucked.

"Matt! How did you..?" he started.

"I just didn't want to wait, Mr Wild. I mean, I've been looking forward to tonight for weeks!"

"Matt, you can't expect me to... To DO anything like this again, can you?"

"Oh yes!" I said abruptly and definitely. "Pretty much everything like that actually."

His eyes widened. "I can't, Matt." he whined.

I stepped inside and pulled the door closed. "You can. And you will."

He shook visibly, his mouth opening but no sound coming out. God, this was easy. He was a born submissive. I put my hands on his shoulders, gently pressing down. He sank to his knees in front of me, barely into his house.

"You know what to do," I said firmly. One last time, he tried shaking his head.

"Please, Matt?" he begged.

"Take it out, and kiss it." I ordered him.

His head hung, but after a moment, his hands were unzipping my fly, and I felt air on my already half-hard cock as he pulled it out. Uncut, I had five inches soft, and as he began to kiss my shaft it expanded, rapidly reaching its full eight and a half inches. I didn't need to give him any more instructions, and he stretched his lips around my thick shaft - almost seven inches around - and began to suck.

His technique was simple, but he made up for this in enthusiasm as his head bobbed back and forth on my heavy cock. I was close in minutes, and was sure he could tell.

"I'm going to come in a minute," I said in a slightly strained voice. "And I want you to swallow it all."

He didn't respond in any way, so I pressed him.

"Look at me! Now, blink slowly if you understand me."

He obeyed, slowly closing his deep blue eyes.

"Now, you're going to swallow my load, understood?"

Blink.

"Oh yeah! Yeah that's it." I got more excited seeing him so subservient, and my orgasm came on fast.

"Aaaaaah!" I cried, orgasming excitedly into his mouth. His cheeks bulged as I pumped his mouth full of my spunk, and he took a gulp, swallowing deeply. I watched as my orgasm faded, more come pumping into his waiting mouth.

He didn't miss a drop.

After recovering, I took him upstairs to the bathroom where I told him to shower, shave his legs, and then shave off his goatee. I talked over his protests, ignoring them as I gave him a couple of razors, and shaving gel.

"You've got twenty minutes," I said. Then I went to unload the bags from my car.

Twenty minutes later, he was clean-shaven and showered, dressed in a light shirt and chinos.

"Right, we're off out." I announced. "Bring your wallet".

"Where are we going?" he asked as he locked the house. I held my hand out for the keys.

"I made an appointment at the Springs day Spa for you." I told him. "Come on, I'm driving."

I took him down to the day spa, briefly explaining that I had booked a course of treatments for him. He would get a slight haircut and salon conditioning, a 'back, sack and crack' waxing, a facial, an enema, and a whole-body seaweed wrap. I'd pick him up in two hours.

I'd missed out a few details. The waxing included a full Brazilian, the facial included plucking his eyebrows, and I'd spoken with the hair stylist about going brunette, and a more feminine style. He was going to come out of this evening at the spa looking very different!

Whilst he was in the spa, I drove back to his place, where I showered and shaved, then nosed around the place. If he had any porn, I couldn't find it, although he had a lot of books by someone called 'DH Lawrence' on his shelves. I stripped his bed, and replaced the bed sheet with a silk one I had bought cheap online. Then I put out a couple of candles, placed one of his mirrors at the head of the bed, and laid out a change of clothes for him. After that, I put dinner in the oven, and went back to get Mr Wild.

When I picked him up, I hardly recognised him. His hair was chestnut brown, and floated around his head in a carefully layered cut. He already looked incredibly feminine, but there was much more to come. He was almost silent on the drive home, and I could tell he was feeling both confused, and kind of excited.

Back at the house, I poured him a glass of wine, and toasted his new look.

"Please Matt; I know what you're doing. But it's not right. You can't make me do this." he pleaded pitifully s he put his cup down.

"Of course I can," I replied. "I'm just trying to make it more fun for both of us."

"Now," I said after a swig of wine. "Dinner is in ten minutes, so you'd better get changed. I want you to make an effort, and I've put things out on the bed for you."

I had indeed. Mostly stuff that Kasey, my on-off girlfriend had left at my place, with some purchases off the internet. Mr Wild dragged himself upstairs, and that was the last I saw of him, as someone entirely new came downstairs.

I heard the heels coming downstairs, and turned to watch as my dinner date came into view.

High heels capped long legs, shimmering faintly in transparent hose which I knew to be stockings. After the long legs, exposing just the hint of a stocking-top, came the shortest of crushed velvet skirts, deep blue and clinging tightly to the firm thighs beneath. Above the belt, the dress seemed modest enough, with a high neck above the gentle swell of breasts, but again I knew differently. Then came a face of soft curves, scarlet lipstick, mascara and eye shadow, framed in those gorgeous brunette locks. A beautiful feminine face, smiling nervously.

I grinned as the vision walked carefully towards me. "You look gorgeous," I said with pride. "Just gorgeous. Show me the back..."

My date obeyed, revealing the dress's hidden secret. It was completely backless! I had bought a special padded bra which went around the shoulders, to give the illusion of breasts. Aside from the strap around the neck, concealed anyway by the shoulder-length hair, the whole of the flawless skin of my teacher's back was exposed, right down to just skimming the top of the pert buttocks covered in crushed velvet.

I wolf-whistled appreciatively, and he hung his head as he turned back to me. I stepped forward, lifting his smooth chin in a rough hand.

"You look fabulous," I said again, firmly. "I shall call you Charlotte."

A blush arose on Charlotte's face, and I bent to kiss her/him on the lips. After a minute, she began to kiss back, and after another minute, her hands were on my back. I stroked my hands through her long brown hair, and down the sweep of her naked back.

I drew back, noticing how she moved towards me, and then led her to the table, where I pulled out her chair for her. I brought out the first course, a simple classic of oven-roasted asparagus drizzled in olive oil. Its perfect erotic finger food, and I enjoyed watching her greedy lipstick-coated mouth suck in whole shafts from my hands.

The next course was a fancy ready-meal of baked salmon and vegetables, nice and light with the white wine I kept topping her up with. Barefoot, I played with her stocking-clad legs as we ate. Then dessert was a single bowl of chocolate ice cream with a single spoon. At first, I fed us both alternate spoons, and we flirted away, and then I pulled her onto my lap where I could feed her ice cream, and whisper rude words into her ear.

By the time we had finished the bowl, I knew she was ready. She had ***** several glasses, and if she was really a woman, I was sure she'd be creaming by now. I stood and kissed her, then led her gently to the stairs. She was no good on high heels, and not wanting the mood spoiled, I swept her up, easily lifting her and carrying her upstairs.

I only put her down at the end of the bed, trying not to show the strain (I had to admit it was harder than I thought to carry him upstairs!) and stood close.

"Take off the dress" I said quietly, standing only inches away, but not touching her.

She blushed, but obediently reached for the clasp behind her neck. After fumbling a moment, she was able to pull forward, peeling the dress down her front like a banana. The backless bra was virginal white, as were the French knickers and stockings she revealed as the dress dropped to the floor, and she straightened.

Still close but not touching, I told her to take off the panties. She did, pulling them down to reveal a hardening but hairless cock, arising from her/his naked groin.

"Crawl onto the bed, facing the top" I said, still fully dressed, and totally in control. I watched as my fantastic androgynous plaything crawled away from me, buttocks flexing. Charlotte still wore 'her' high heels.

"Brace your hands on the end, and move your legs apart" I ordered. "Keep your eyes on me in the mirror." I added, wanting as much to see my teacher's mixture of ******** embarrassment and honest lust as for him to witness my own arousal.

I drank in the sight of his hairless ass and balls, hard cock bobbing between his legs, all framed by white stockings, as he watched me in the mirror in turn. At last, I began stripping off my own clothes, quickly getting naked.

I'm in pretty good shape, as you might guess, and blessed with a cock that whilst not quite porno-freaky, is a respectable size. It was bigger than ever tonight, and I could see a little fear in 'Charlotte's' eyes as I lubed it from an oil bottle I had secreted by the bed. Then I climbed aboard, moving up to my reluctantly eager lover.

I plunged an oily finger straight into her tight arse, provoking a gasp, but only for a moment as 'she' pressed back. I knew it wasn't her first time, but it had been a long time!

I pulled out and took hold of my cock, guiding the thick shaft to Charlotte's eager bottom. The thick oiled-up head pressed against her anus.

Charlotte pressed back, bracing her arms against the headboard, and moaned as my stiff cock began to spread the tight knot of her arse. I could feel the muscle slowly giving way, and I pressed on firmly.

In a few more seconds, the head of my cock slid between her butt-cheeks with a sudden jolt, bringing a deep loud cry from my older lover. I paused a second to let him/her recover before beginning to press the wide shaft of my cock deeper inside 'her'. Slowly, I began to fuck her tight anus, my cock gripped by a tight ring of muscle.

God! She was glorious! Mr Wild, my teacher, transformed into a brunette stocking-clad cocksucking slut, pressing his hot hairless ass back onto my thick cock! I could hardly believe it myself, and turned for a minute to check I had flicked on the camera when I came in. Yep, the red light glowed steadily, recording forever me plundering my teachers' ass for the first time.

I began to build up a rhythm, sliding in and out the length of my shaft. With each stroke, Charlotte gasped and groaned, hungry for more.

With Charlotte pushing back hard, I didn't need to pull so hard on her hips, and ran a free hand around her waist, reaching between her wide-spread thighs. Her hard cock bobbed about, and I grabbed it with another groan from my lover. I gripped tightly, allowing our thrusting thighs to do the job of masturbating the hard shaft as we moved back and forth.

Charlotte was panting with pleasure now, and I started talking dirty to her.

"Oh yeah, bitch. You're loving this aren't you? Loving me fucking your tight hole as I stroke your little cock. Look at you thrusting back at me. Your body is begging to be fucked, isn't it?"

Charlotte was no longer a reluctant lover, but a lustful sexy one, moaning almost incoherently.

"I've got big plans for you this weekend, Charlotte. I'm going to spend the whole time finding new ways to fuck you!"

Charlotte began to make tiny moans, close to orgasm.

"You're going to love it all, love being fucked by me. All dressed up, you're being fucked by one of your students, and you love it!"

"Aaaaahhhh!"

With a great cry, `Charlotte' came mightily; his cock swelling in my fist as jet after jet of hot sperm came pouring out. I could see his face in the mirror, twisted into a mask of desperation, pain and pleasure. His hips bucked, and his asshole contracted, and it was all too much for me. With a roar, I thrust fully inside and blasted my come into his sore ass. We bucked back and forth together, in the throes of orgasm, till we finally collapsed together...

After I made Charlotte lick up the spunk `she' had deposited on the duvet, we curled up on the silk sheets beneath, her head cradled on my chest as fat tears ran slowly down her face. I wasn't sure if she was happy or sad.

But I knew she was mine.

I woke up early, sunlight pushing through the feeble barrier provided by pale yellow curtains. I was lying on a double bed in a strange room, and for a moment I wondered where I was.

Then it came back to me.

I was at my teacher's house, Mr. Wild. I had found a sordid and sexy video he had starred in before he became a teacher, and used it to blackmail him into becoming my very own sexy cock-slave. I looked over, and he was lying next to me, his face still wearing make-up which was a little dry. His newly-dyed brunette hair surrounded his head on the pillow.

I looked down.

His chest was hairless, right down past the navel, where the sheet covered him. Lower, a stocking-clad leg protruded from under the covers.

I grinned, and gently slipped out from the far side of the bed. I padded through to the bathroom for a slash, and then jumped into the shower for a wash.

Ten minutes later, I was dry, and came back to the bedroom. My teacher was still lying asleep in bed. Even with the overnight makeup, he looked very sexy. I can't deny that a big butch man is damned sexy, but my personal preference is a more androgynous look. Maybe that's because I'm really bi, and I love women's bodies too. Last night, I spent about half the time thinking of him as Mr. Wild, and the other half seeing him as a 'her', the sexy Charlotte.

He was definitely a he at the moment though. There was a definite bulge at his midriff, poking through the thin sheet. I smiled, and went to pick up the video camera set up in the corner of the room. I took out the memory disc, replacing it, and set up the tripod so the camera was looking closely at Mr. Wild. Once it was set up, I went to pick up the still camera, and turned it on, taking a couple of shots.

Gently, I reached out and lifted the cover, pulling it back over his body.

In a few moments, I had revealed his hard cock, a slim white snake coiled up in his naked crotch. Not a whisper of hair was left on his cock and balls, carefully stripped at the spa yesterday. Below the sexy sight of his nude crotch, he still wore the creamy-white stockings from yesterday.

Nice.

I took a few more shots, both at a distance, and right up close. Man, these were good. But I had even sexier pictures in mind.

I reached out, gently taking his semi-hard cock between my fingers, and stroking it back and forth. It quickly grew to a proud but slim six inches, uncut, the glans pressing out through his foreskin like a flower bud.

I stepped back and took a few more pictures of him lying there, the zoomed in close on his stiff cock. I didn't just play with my camera for long. Putting it down, I reached out for the stiff shaft and bent forward, sliding my mouth over the swollen head.

With my hand, I kept stroking the stiff shaft as I swished my tongue around the head of my teacher's cock, savouring the salty taste of his cum. Softly, he moaned, and his legs parted as he rolled onto his back.

I kept the hard shaft in my mouth, teasing the tip with my tongue as I stroked the end with my hand. Resting on my belly, I brought my other hand around, and began to caress his balls. Obviously now awake, Mr. Wild moaned again, and I felt his hands gently rest on the back of my head.

Bobbing back and forth, I momentarily released his cock to wet my forefinger in my mouth before diving back onto the salty treat. A moment later, my wet finger was pressing against his anus.

Mr. Wild's stocking-clad legs parted as wide as they would go, allowing my finger to press deep into his bottom without resistance. I pumped it back and forth as best I could, a little awkwardly due to my position on the bed. Nevertheless, it was obviously pleasant for Mr. Wild, who began groaning with pleasure.

After a couple of minutes, I could feel his anus contracting around my finger, and his cock swell as his orgasm approached. His back arched as his orgasm surged through him, and his cock filled my mouth with jet after jet of warm cum.

I kept my mouth full, letting his cock slide out, and slid along his body, over the heaving chest, and pressed my lips against his.

As he kissed me back, our lips parted, and I let the mouthful of sperm slide from my mouth into his. His eyes bulged, but he took the mouthful obediently, swallowing his sperm without a murmur. I knelt back between his legs, and licked my palm with the last of his slimy sperm, reaching down to transfer it to the hard thick shaft erupting from my crotch.

Mr. Wild stared at me with deep blue eyes, breathing hard. He looked nervous, horny and confused all at once - I loved it! So sexy!

I reached down, pulling his legs up in front of me, pushing them back towards his chest until his ass began to lift off the bed. With his feet now up on my shoulders, I reached down to my cock, placing it at the entrance to his tight butt.

He whimpered, eyes fearful but longing, but didn't move away as I pressed my stiff come-soaked shaft deep into his dark passage. We groaned together, both enjoying the tightness of his anus around my thick shaft.

Mr. Wild lay back and closed his eyes in wanton surrender as I thrust again and again deep into his ass. Pressing against his thighs, I looked down at him, then over at the camera recording his hard fucking.

"Open your eyes," I ordered him. He obeyed me, looking up with eyes bursting with passion, clearly almost delirious with pleasure. I told him to look over to the window, and he finally saw the camera filming his debauchery.

His face fell a little, but he didn't protest. After staring at the camera for several seconds, he just closed his eyes and lay back again, getting lost in the pleasure I was giving him.

I decided to let him enjoy himself a little longer, but after a minute, I pressed him.

"God you're tight!" I said. "I'm loving this. Loving fucking your tight ass. Are you loving it? Tell me if you're loving it..."

His lips parted a moment, as if to speak, but he stopped. I wasn't going to let him away with that!

"Do you want me to stop?" I asked, slowing down my rapid jerks into long slow thrusts in and out of his rectum. "Do you want me to stop fucking you?"

"N...no!" he cried eventually, eyes screwed shut.

"What was that? I didn't hear you."

"NO! Please don't stop!" he cried.

"You want me to keep fucking you?"

"Yes! Please keep fucking me," he gasped, hands clutching at the bed sheets in desperation as he got closer to another climax. I wasn't even touching his cock, now hard again between his thighs and belly.

"Are you my little girl?"

"Yes! I'm your... Your little girl... I'm....aaaaaaah!" he cried out as he came again. I stopped thrusting, but the feeling of his ass contracting around my cock was too much, and I erupted myself, spurting my hot cum deep inside him.

We jerked and bucked together with pleasure, and then held an odd tableau for several seconds, me pressing hard into his ass as I looked down at his helpless features.

Eventually, I pulled out and sat on the edge of the bed, a little out of breath. He was silent.

"I'm going for a shower again," I said. "Get us some breakfast in bed, and then you can have your own shower. And don't forget to shave!"

...

Mr. Wild fixed us a breakfast of coffee, juice and toast with marmalade, eating quietly. He didn't seem ready to make conversation yet, although I would have been happy to. After eating, he went to shower, and I went about choosing him an outfit to wear.

I had brought a bag full of women's clothes that various girlfriends of mine, and my brothers, had left over, as well as stuff I had picked up from charity shops. I had had to guess the right size, and had only managed a couple of pairs of shoes.

I put an outfit out on the bed for Mr. Wild to wear, and turn from Charles Wild, school teacher, into Charlotte Wild, sex kitten and general cock slut.

I left a set of (unfortunately mismatched) bra and knickers, along with fake boobs and stockings. To wear on top, there was a short red skirt and a white blouse, and a small red scarf, like some air stewardesses wear.

I sat back and enjoyed my coffee until Mr. Wild returned from the bathroom freshly showered and shaved.

"I've picked out an outfit for you," I said. "Why not put the underwear on, and then fix your hair?"

"Matt, please..." started Mr. Wild. "Can't you stop? Why make me do this?"

I stood up, walking over to him. "Because I want to. Because it brings me pleasure. Because you don't have a choice."

Actually of course, he did have a choice. He just didn't like it. But the last reason was the real one - the reason I didn't say. Because he was loving it!

He still tried to beg off a little. But I wasn't having any of it.

"Get your ass into that underwear! This weekend, you're MY little girl, and you're gonna dress the part!" I pointed at the bed.

Head down, he walked silently to the bed, and started slipping on the stockings. I watched as the knickers and bra followed, and then told him to sit in front of the mirror and put on makeup. As he did, slowly picking through mascara and eyeliner, I stood behind him, and pulled his hair into a tight plait, fixing it with a red ribbon.

I tossed him the breast padding, and he slipped them into the bra. Once again, 'he' had become a convincing 'she'.

"You look great! Welcome back, Charlotte! Now stay there and look at me in the mirror."

As she did what I said, I raised the camera. After a couple of shots, she burst out "Please Matt, don't take more pictures."

"Why not? You look sexy."

"I'm scared that you'll... That they'll get out."

"They won't. Come over here."

She stood and walked over, somehow more graceful than she had been as a man.

"I promise no-one will see them without your permission," I said seriously. "I'll keep your secret."

She nodded, eyelids batting.

"Now, kneel down."

She blushed, but knelt obediently at my feet. I raised the camera, taking a shot of her upturned face down the length of my body.

"Undo my towel," I ordered. I kept snapping, as she reached out, undoing the towel knotted around my waist.

"Take my cock and suck it." I ordered.

She did what I said, and I photographed the whole thing as she fed my half-hard cock into her mouth. I called her name, and she looked up at me. Her upturned face, mouth full of my cock, made such a sexy picture!

I smiled at her. "This is what you should always be doing. You look so good with my cock in your mouth. For the rest of the weekend, any time you aren't doing something else, whenever the opportunity arises, you should take my cock into your mouth. Understood?"

She nodded, eyes fixed on mine.

"That's good. Now, you can put the rest of your clothes on." I said benevolently.

Charlotte stood, and obediently went to the bed, slipping on the short skirt and blouse. The tiny scarf matched the bow in her hair, and gave her a really jaunty, sexy look. I took a couple more snaps before eventually getting dressed myself.

Twenty minutes later, we were well on our way out of town, headed to the city thirty miles away. I had plans for something of a shopping spree, on Charlotte's dime.

...

I knew Charlotte wasn't rich of course, so we couldn't go too upmarket. And I wanted to try and sort out several outfits, rather than just one expensive one. But I knew a street where there were a string of charity shops, the last one specialising in costumes.

After parking, we walked to the shops, Charlotte attracting a few appreciative glances.

The first shop wasn't too good, mostly having just casual clothes in fairly poor condition. But the second shop was much better, and we managed to find a couple of dresses in Charlotte's size, as well as skirts and tops. Then we went to the one specializing in formalwear and costumes.

It was like Aladdin's cave! Row upon row of cocktail dresses, shoes, gowns and silks!

The rest of the morning was enormous fun, and Charlotte finally got into it as I complimented her over and over on her sexy appearance.

We finally got her a total of four full outfits, plus a bikini and grass skirt. The first was a biker-chick outfit, with short leather hotpants, and a half-size leather jacket which just clipped over her false boobs, and left her flat belly exposed. Then we put together a sexy tennis outfit, with a tight white sleeveless T-shirt and short pleated white skirt. We even found some soft white sneakers to go with them. The third thing we picked up was a really sexy little number which was obviously intended as a 'serving maid' outfit. It was made of yellow and white gingham, with a wide open neck that made it look as if the puffed-up shoulders had been pulled down, leaving the top of the chest and the upper arms bare. The rest of the front and back would be covered to the waist, but then the skirt flared out above a wide spray of crinkled petticoats, making it just less than horizontal. The petticoats would conceal, if hardly covering, the very top of Charlotte's long legs. The rest of her legs were exposed, which looked fabulous in the stockings she was wearing.

The last outfit was simple -- just two things, a hat and coat! The hat was a wide-brimmed black mesh with feathers in it, looking elegant on her head. The coat was a three-quarter length (fake) fur coat which looked a million dollars! I got her to try it on after undressing, so she was wearing just underwear beneath it, and I got hard thinking about her walking around in public looking respectable, but decadently indecent underneath!

Once Charlotte was back in her 'air stewardess' outfit, we took the bags back to the car and drove to a café for lunch. I talked softly to hear, teasing her a little about seeing her in the sexy outfits, and she giggled girlishly.

After lunch, we had another part of town to go to, which the locals called 'little soho'. It was where the strip clubs and sex shops were, and it was a sex shop we headed to. I had never been to one, but I'd got a catalogue from one on-line, and had a few ideas about what to buy.

There were a couple of guys in the shop, and they both ogled Charlotte every chance they got.

"That guy's looking at your legs," I said to her, as we were looking at a display of toys. Charlotte turned briefly, and then looked back, blushing.

"Give him a show -- bend over and pick up that box of body paint," I said quietly.

Charlotte's face froze, then she did what I ordered, bending over at the waist to pick up the item, and even staying down for several seconds, pretending to rifle through the display. I glanced at the guy, who was staring at Charlotte's legs, her stockings, and the bottom of her exposed ass-cheeks. He saw me looking, and blanched, but I winked and gave him a thumbs-up.

A few minutes later, I had gathered a small basket of goods which I was keen for Charlotte to use or experience, and had gotten into a conversation with my new friend. He was just in town for the a few days, and was planning to go to a lap-dancing club when they opened that evening. For now, he was just killing time. I pushed him a little.

"So lap-dancing, huh? I guess you like looking at naked women. Did you enjoy looking at my girlfriend's ass?"

He looked a bit freaked out, but answered me "Yeah... yeah"

"Well she hated showing it to you, Mike. She's a shy girl is my Charlotte. Hey, Charlotte, get over here!" I called.

Charlotte came over obediently, holding a box of edible underwear.

"Mike here was checking out your ass earlier," I said breezily. "Why not tell him how much you enjoyed it?"

Charlotte shook her head, biting her lip charmingly. "No...no I didn't" she said in the soft tones she had adopted for the day.

"You didn't? Didn't like showing him your ass?"

She shook her head, looking at the ground.

"That's a shame -- Mike loved it, didn't you Mike?"

"Yeah -- she's real hot!" Mike grinned, clearly amused at the blushing girl.

"Bend over and show Mike again," I said.

"Please...no..." said Charlotte a little desperately.

I didn't reply, simply twirling my hand to gesture at her to turn around. Reluctantly, she did what I said, and then slowly bent at the waist. Her skirt rose up, revealing her stocking-tops. I put one hand on her lower back, turning to face Mike proudly, grinning at him. Mike had a big ********** grin on his face, and was fixed on her ass. I knew what he wanted, and pulled the back of her skirt up a little to expose the curves of her buttocks, and the tight thong between them.

The two of them stood in tableau for several seconds, until I dropped the skirt and lifted my hand, letting Charlotte rise. Bright red, she straightened her clothes as I trotted over to the girl behind the counter.

Two minutes later, I was leading the two of them into a back room, both knowing what would happen next. The back room was a storage space, half-filled with boxes, and I sat on one as Mike closed the door behind him, his erection obvious as he turned towards us. Charlotte stood mutely in the middle of the room until I told her to kneel.

I made a 'carry on' motion to Mike, sitting back and taking out my mobile phone. I switched the phone to video-camera mode, and made a short film of what happened next. Mike took out his cock, a good seven-inches, and stood in front of Charlotte. Without being told to, she knelt forward and took the thick shaft into her mouth, reaching out with her hands to grasp the base. Mike's hands came down to Charlotte's head as she bobbed back and forth.

Mike was clearly very turned on, as he didn't last long. In just a few minutes, he grunted and groaned, shooting his load into Charlotte's willing mouth. Charlotte swallowed, milking his cock of every drop, and letting it slide out almost with regret. She held his shrinking cock tenderly and licked it clean before tucking it away into his pants.

Mike excused himself and disappeared pretty quickly, and I helped Charlotte to her feet. She looked at me accusingly, and I smiled at her. It was pretty obvious she had been willing -- I hadn't had to say a word, and Mike hadn't needed to do much persuading!

Back in the main shop, I stood Charlotte in front of the vibrator display, and told her to choose one. Unsurprisingly, she picked a tiny model, barely four inches long, and I said "think again!"

She was still looking at the smaller models though.

"Listen, choose a good one, or I'll choose one. From the back shelf!"

I didn't let her know I was kidding. Those things on the back shelf were actually a bit frightening! And they'd certainly over-stretch Charlotte's nice tight arse. Luckily, Charlotte got the message, and started picking out some a bit more my size.

"Would you like a hand?" came an enquiring voice from behind me.

The shop girl stood behind us, a pleasant smile on her face.

"Are you looking for a dildo or a vibrator" she asked casually. She leaned in closer to me, and whispered into me ear so Charlotte couldn't hear "or would you prefer a butt plug?"

I was taken aback at first, but realized that this girl must see all sorts of people in this shop, and had been more than willing to let us use the back room. She had obviously clocked Charlotte as a man.

"Err -- is there one you'd recommend?" I asked politely, trying not to leer at her. She was a pretty girl; not beautiful, but pretty and well made up.

She smiled, one eyebrow rising.

"Oh they've all got their pluses. I rather like this one as a vibrator -- small enough for my handbag, but surprisingly powerful." She said, licking her lips as she trailed one finger over a short brass-plated phallus. "But there are times for a vibrator, and times for a plain old-fashioned rubber cock. This is my favorite."

She picked up a ten-inch black rubber dong, which was as thick as my wrist, and smiled. Charlotte looked distinctively nervous.

"There's another possibility you might not have considered though," she said. "What about making your own?"

"What, making a cock?"

"Well yes, making a cast of your cock, and then using the cast to make a dildo." She said by way of explanation.

This sounded interesting, and I said so. I was kind of excited by the thought that Charlotte would be fucking herself in the ass with my cock!

The shop-girl, Kay, explained how it worked. There was a kit consisting of a quick-setting plaster, a mould, and enough quick-setting gel to make one to four dildos -- 'depending on the size of your equipment' she said with an obvious wink.

"I don't know -- it sounds kind of complicated. Could you help us?" I asked, my voice laced with suggestion.

"Well I'd hate to lose a sale!" she giggled. "Let me lock up the shop and we'll see what we can do."

Kay locked up the shop, then grabbed Charlotte by the hand and pulled her along. She led us into a different back room, this one walled with videos.

Kay pulled the door closed behind us, then helped me open the mould, informing me to fill it from the foam can that came with the kit.

"Now get your trousers off," she giggled. Kay grabbed Charlotte by the hand, and pulled her over to a simple chair against the wall. Kay sat down, and pulled Charlotte onto her lap, where they started kissing gently, but with increasing passion.

My cock began to stiffen as I took my trousers off, watching the two girls kiss. Kay pulled Charlotte's hands up to her breasts, where my 'girly' schoolteacher started squeezing and stroking them. Within a couple of minutes, Kay's shirt was open, and her bra exposed. She pushed Charlotte's head down to her bosom and looked at me, flushed and breathing a little hard.

"Rub your cock with the oil -- make it good and hard," she told me.

There was no need for that advice -- I had been stroking for some time, but the oil sounded like a good idea! After I had done this, Kay called out again, telling me how to close the mould around my cock, to create a cast.

"You can't rub anymore," she panted, groaning as Charlotte nibbled on her breasts, "just keep still and watch."

With that, she pushed Charlotte to the ground, and reached under her bottom before pulling down a pair of black panties. Leaving them in a puddle on the floor, Kay sat back and spread her legs wide. Her short skirt slid up, revealing her pussy, which was neatly trimmed, but still with a good bush. I have to say, I do like a bit of hair on my girls, and Kay looked fabulous, her long legs gleaming with sweat as they converged on her hot cunt, and her breasts heaving, nipples fat and erect from being played with.

Charlotte didn't need telling what to do, and crawled eagerly between Kay's legs, nuzzling into her hairy cleft. Kay groaned, rolling her head back.

I watched for the next ten minutes as Charlotte licked Kay out, coming close enough to play with Kay's boobs myself as I looked down on Charlotte hungrily eating the shop-girl's wet cunt. Kay came several times, eventually calming down a little, and pushing Charlotte back so that she could close her legs.

"That was fabulous," she said, bending down to peck Charlotte on her gleaming lips. "But I really have to get back to work before my boss notices the shop is closed. Sometimes he checks the cameras from home."

I blinked in surprise. "We aren't on camera here, are we?"

"No -- but you were in the stockroom. It looked like fun, which is why I brought you back here -- no cameras. I don't need to be on video!"

Pulling her top back down, Kay looked almost decent again, aside from the nipples pressing through the thin fabric. She came over, and helped me open the mould. There was a solid block of foamy glue attached to my cock, and even with the oil it was kind of uncomfortable pulling it off, and my cock had shrunk by the time it was free. As Kay directed Charlotte to the staff toilet to clean herself up, I picked up the small butt plug, and pressed it into her hand.

"Put this in your sexy arse. Make tonight a bit more comfortable."

Charlotte blushed once again as she took the rubber plug, and skipped away.

As I paid Kay for our investments, she told me about another shop a couple of roads over, specializing in cross dressers. It sounded ideal for Charlotte, and Kay offered to make us dildos from my mould whilst we visited the other place.

Anyway, we went round to the cross-dressing shop, which was surprisingly normal. Not like a sex shop at all. There weren't any actual sex toys or aids there, but there was a wide variety of plus-size women's shoes and underwear, makeup, wigs, that sort of thing. Charlotte didn't need a wig, but we bought her two pairs of heels, and some sandals, before choosing a pair of stick-on fake breasts. We chose one of the smallest pairs they had, but these would still be a C-cup. We also got some glue to stick them on, and a small bottle of perfume.

When we went back to the first shop, Kay supplied us with the dildo mould and two life-size rubber replicas of my cock, with every vein picked out in detail. The base was a coarse knob of rubber, making the whole thing an inch or so longer. I had to be impressed actually, as the dildo matched up pretty well to all but the back shelf of their professional stock!

"I'm looking forward to trying mine out," she said, patting the pink rubber copy on the desk beside her. "If it's a good fit, I may even try the real thing."

I grinned at her. This girl was fun! We exchanged phone numbers, and I found out that she wasn't working the next day. I began to think of a few things she might like to do with the two of us tomorrow...

Finally, we had everything I had been looking for, and 'Charlotte' and I loaded back into the car, and I drove us back to the home she owned as Charles Wild. It was mid-afternoon.

"Okay Charlotte, I think you should wear one of your sexy new outfits this afternoon, but I'll let you pick. Tennis girl or Hawaiian beach babe?"

"Um - I think tennis girl," she said softly. 'Her' voice was getting more feminine all the time.

"Okay, so you go and get changed. Don't forget to put your new boobs on, and to keep your butt plug in." I ordered her. Charlotte nodded, and went upstairs with the bags full of stuff.

I turned on the TV, tuning it to the Saturday afternoon Match of the Day, and wandered through to the kitchen to raid the fridge as the familiar music filled the air. I grabbed a beer and picked up the camera from where it lay on the kitchen top went back to the couch in front of the screen, kicking off my shoes.

A few minutes later, Charlotte appeared. She was dressed in her new 'tennis girl' outfit, with a thin tight white top clearly showing the now well-filled bra underneath. Below she wore a pleated white skirt barely a foot long, and her long legs were nude down to the flimsy sandals she wore with white ankle socks. Her hair was in a simple ponytail, held back with a white ribbon, and she had white sweatbands at each wrist. She looked delicious, and I told her so as I took her picture.

"Come on in sweetie," I told her. "Curl up next to me on the couch"

Charlotte came obediently, sitting on the couch next to me. Her skirt came up on her thighs as she sat, exposing her legs high on the thighs. I put my arm around her shoulders, enjoying the feel of 'her' feminine frame as I drank my beer and watched the football. After a few minutes, my beer was empty, and I told her to get me another one, and to get herself a glass of white wine. When she returned with our ******, and sat sipping her wine, I decided to remind her of some of my earlier orders.

"Hey, why are you just sitting there?" I asked bluntly.

Charlotte looked confused. "I was just having my wine," she said in her soft new voice.

"I thought we agreed this morning what you'd do when you didn't have anything else to do." I said firmly.

I could almost see the cogs turning in her head as she rewound the day. Before we went out shopping, I had told her that when she had nothing else to do, she should suck on my cock. When her gaze dropped to my crotch, I knew that she had remembered.

Charlotte reached out a manicured hand towards my jeans, pulling at the fly. As it popped open, I told her to stop, and finish her wine. She glanced at her full glass, holding perhaps a quarter of a bottle, then glanced at me, and then back at her glass. She raised it to her lips, and drank deeply. With a series of gulps, she drained the wine, and put the glass down to one side. Then she reached for my jeans again, and I lifted up to allow her to pull them down to my ankles. I kicked them off as she gracefully curled her legs up onto the couch, lying down with her head on my lap. My half-erect cock was easily visible through the fly of my shorts, and she took it out, sucking the warm flesh into her mouth hungrily.

I grinned, swigging my beer as my sexy and eager cocksucker sucked and licked at my shaft. I had almost forgotten how good she was at it though, and I was soon getting distracted from the game. It was on a digital box, so I paused the live TV and turned my attention to the slut in my lap.

Charlotte was bobbing up and down on my cock vigorously, running her lips up and down the sides of my stiff prick. I was getting very aroused, and decided to stop her before I came, as I wanted more fun before I did. I decided to get her to put on a show for me and told her to stop and stand up.

"Dance for me." I said, taking my cock in my hand as I watched her. For a moment, she hesitated, pouting, then she began to sway her hips and shuffle her feet. My sweet, not-quite-innocent tennis girl danced in front of me, her skirt flaring out when she twirled.

"Stand in front of me." I told her.

She did what I said, and I told her to stand with her legs apart and show me her ass. She reached behind her and slowly lifted the pleated white skirt, showing the pert ass cheeks bisected by a thin white thong.

"Now pull your panties down slowly, keeping your legs straight," I ordered. She did what I said, leaving the skirt piled up on the small of her back and pushing the panties down her legs. After a moment, her ass was visible, the butt plug gleaming darkly between her cheeks, then her cock and balls were dangling below the spread curves of her ass. She kept pushing until the panties were a tight band just below her knees, where I told her to stop.

"Grind for me - grind your hips. Keep your legs straight, and - yeah, that's it. Really work that ass!"

Following my instruction, Charlotte rotated her hips, her ass flexing back and forth as she did. She let out a small grunt as she did, and I knew that the butt plug was stimulating her rectum.

"Are you enjoying that?" I asked innocently.

"Ah-huh," Charlotte moaned, eagerly assenting to being ordered to display herself in this sexy way. "In that case, I want you to lift your skirt up round your waist and keep it there as you go and bring me back the bag from the sex shop. And bring the digital camcorder from the bedroom."

Charlotte stood up straight, lifting her pleated skirt above her waist, and walked away. Her panties fell as she moved, eventually catching around one ankle as she walked. I watched her flexing buttocks as she ran upstairs. Whilst she was gone, I kicked off my jeans and boxer shorts, leaving me in just a T-shirt, and drank from my beer. My cock was still hard, and I was keeping my hand on it.

A few moments later, she came back. Her frontal appearance was sexy and androgynous, with a pair of full bouncing breasts beneath her short top, but with her skirt lifted she displayed her bobbing cock, smooth and slim above the balls drawn tight up against the base.

"Get down on your knees, sexy" I said after she dropped the bag in front of me. Charlotte handed over the camera, and obeyed eagerly, her knees apart. I opened the camera and started filming my sweet little slut. She was facing me, and I told her to take hold of her cock. She let the dress fall around her waist, taking her sweet cock in one well-manicured hand.

"That's right. Start pumping away on your sweet little cock. Just like that, yes."

I kept the video camera on my submissive schoolteacher as he knelt in front of me, masturbating his/her cock whilst dressed as a sexy girl.

I told her to turn around and bend forwards on hands and knees, taking a long close-up of her well-curved ass before leaning forward and pulling on the butt plug.

With an audible pop, the plug came out, and Charlotte groaned passionately as she felt suddenly empty. I took one of the dildos, and lubricated it with a heating gel, sliding it into her gaping anus, producing another series of low groans from my submissive partner. She kept jerking at her cock though, breathing hard and clearly excited.

"Let go of your cock and take hold of the dildo," I told her, "and then fuck yourself with it."

As her hand came back and took over thrusting the rubber cock in and out of her ass, I hunted out the second dildo, coating this one in a little strawberry lube. I moved up towards her head, and slid it easily between her soft, open lips. Charlotte took this dildo too, sliding it in and out of her mouth, her tongue flickering over the head.

I sat back and admired my work. My schoolteacher, Mr. Wild, had now become a completely submissive, sexy woman, penetrated at both ends by a replica of my own cock. She was half up on her knees, her own cock erupting from her skirt, thrusting one dildo in and out between her pert ass-cheeks and the other between her cherry-red lips. The look on her face was amazing - lust, pain, desperation...

This film was going to be superb! Shame no-one else was going to see it - but I could see myself building up quite a collection...

Charlotte's face began to tighten as she panted around the dildo in her mouth, and her cock began darker pink and swollen. As I zoomed in on her face and cock, it was obvious that she was going to come.

"Take that dildo out of your mouth, Charlotte," I said.

Charlotte slid the rubber phallus out of her mouth with a gasp, panting for air. With the other hand, she was still pumping the second dildo in and out of her ass. I put out a hand to gently stop her with the cock deep inside her.

"Do you want to come, Charlotte?" I said as she groaned hungrily.

"Oh God! Oh God, yes! Please!"

"Were you going to ask my permission?"

"Yes! Yes, please... please, I need to come" she begged, eyes rimmed with desperate tears. "Please let me come."

"Okay, you can start fucking yourself again. Do you like fucking yourself with my cock?"

"Yes... it feels so good... so good to have your cock in my ass..." she moaned.

"Good, because you'll be having the real thing again later," I said. "Now, I want you to make yourself come with the dildo, and to hold your skirt up so we can see your cock as you come."

Half-hunched over, Charlotte pulled the waistband of her short skirt up her midriff, completely baring her buttocks and groin. She leant forward, thrusting the dildo in and out of her hard-working rectum, emitting little groans and grunts.

Finally she came with a loud wail, burying the dildo in her ass, her cock swelling and pulsing as it shot jets of thick spunk into the air. I filmed the whole thing, her come flying nearly two feet from her jerking cock.

She sank down, almost spent, eyes heavy-lidded. Balancing the camera on the arm of the sofa to keep her in frame, I called out to her.

"Charlotte... Charlotte... Hi there! Did you enjoy that?"

"Yes... Yes sir" she half-giggled excitedly.

"You've made quite a mess, Charlotte. Don't you think you should clear it up?"

Charlotte looked down to the laminate wood floor, where the white spray of her come streaked the surface in front of her.

"Lick it up," I ordered.

Charlotte managed one of her increasingly brief moments of rebellion. "Do I have to?"

"Yes. Oh yes, you do. And you'd better do it thoroughly. And whilst you do it, I'll be working behind you, so bend over and put that butt in the air!"

Charlotte sighed, but bent over, lifting her ass and pulling up the little tennis skirt to expose it fully.

Reaching into our shopping case, I brought out an enema bag. As Charlotte began to lick her come off the floor, I picked up the bottle of wine and used it to half-fill the enema bag. It wasn't enough, so I jogged to the kitchen for another bottle to top it up. Then I moved behind my obedient slut, her tongue working away on the hard floor, and told her what I was going to do.

"I'm going to clean you out, little girl. I'm going to give you an enema to make you ready for me to fuck you again," I said as I pulled the dildo from her rectum. She moaned, strands of come sticky between her lips and the floor as her anus gaped at me. I easily slipped the nozzle of the enema bag into her.

"Now clench down on this, we don't want to waste any."

Charlotte's butt-cheeks clenched, and I lifted the enema bag, letting a bottle and a half of wine begin to flow into her bowels. She finished licking the floor, and lifted her head, waiting for me to finish on all fours.

"That feels strange," she said in a somewhat strained voice.

"I know. I've done it once or twice myself. I'd usually just use salty water, but I thought this might be more fun for you - I'm filling you up with wine."

"Wine!" her head snapped round to me. "You're putting wine up my ass!"

"Hey don't worry. I read that the Greeks and Romans used to do it all the time. And in Victorian times, people used to use coffee for enemas. It means that the ******* or caffeine gets absorbed really quickly. It should be fun!"

Charlotte sighed again. "Oh, Matt..."

She didn't move however, and I turned to grin at the camera, silently recording me giving my cross-dressing teacher a wine enema. I winked at the camera as the enema finished.

"Now you have to clench down tight when I pull out," I said firmly.

Charlotte nodded, and I gently pulled out the nozzle of the bag. Her puckered hole tightened up behind it, and not a drop was lost.

I pulled over a footstool, and told Charlotte to lie on her back, with her legs over the footstool. She got into the position I wanted with some reluctance, feet dangling off the other side of the stool as her butt was lifted into the air.

I told her to gently massage her stomach in an anticlockwise direction, which should help the enema go around her insides. Then I finally reached down and paused the camera. With Charlotte lying there rubbing her stomach, I wandered into the kitchen to find Charlotte's collection of takeout menu's.

I ordered a couple of pizzas, gazing at my sexy schoolteacher, lying on the floor in the other room. As I hung up, I called her over.

"Charlotte - come over here." I said.

Charlotte's head turned slowly towards me, and smiled happily.

"Hi, Matt." She said softly, real warmth in her voice.

"Come over her, Charlotte."

A little awkwardly, she slid her legs off the sides of the footstool, and tottered over to me unsteadily. Her eyes were a little glazed, and I could see that she was already *****.

Charlotte threw her arms around me, planting her lips to mine in a passionate kiss. Her tongue slid into my mouth, and I felt her breasts pressing against me. Our tongues tangled as we searched each others mouths passionately.

After kissing for a minute, we separated, and she looked puzzled, then uncomfortable.

"I need to go to the bathroom," she announced.

I smiled at her. "Okay, off you go. Then come back down for me. I'll be in the living room."

Charlotte walked carefully, but unsteadily upstairs as I wandered into the living room. After a minute, I heard a deep groan upstairs, and the sound of water splashing. I grinned.

I took off my T-shirt, leaving me naked, and stood in the living room. I opened the double doors into the garden, and stepped outside. Charlotte's house stood alone, and her garden was surrounded by hedges. This was pretty private, which suited me fine. It was a warm evening, and the sun was low in the sky, giving the sky a beautiful pink cast.

Back in the house, Charlotte bounced down the stairs, clearly much more comfortable, smiling broadly.

I picked up the video camera and tripod, fixing the two together, and told her to follow me outside. With my slut on the grass in front of me, I told her to wave and blow me a kiss, which she did with a giggle. I told her to skip around the garden, and she did what I wanted, her short skirt bouncing to show glimpses of her arse, and her dangling cock.

"Come into the middle of the grass, Charlotte - and do a striptease for me." I told her.

Charlotte smiled and sauntered into the middle of the lawn, flicking her hair back over her shoulders. She started to gyrate, turning her hips in circles once more as she reached down to her stomach, which was displayed by her cropped white top. As she started to lift the top, she turned her back, looking over her shoulder teasingly as she started to lift the material up, exposing her upper back, and the straps of her bra. The top came off with a shower of black hair, falling back into her ponytail. She turned slowly and deliberately, stroking her hands across her flat stomach and pert boobs, encased in white silk.

I kept filming as her hands came down to her waistband, slowly pushing her hand down the front of her skirt. The other hand pushed the skirt down at the back, before moving to do the same at the back. As the skirt dropped to her ankles, I saw that she was cupping her cock and balls in one hand, keeping the illusion that she was just an ordinary tennis girl.

She turned away again, moving her hands behind her back to undo her bra, which she stripped off with her back to me. Dancing for a few moments with her bottom towards me, she turned once more.

Now, Charlotte was clearly a man again. Her hard cock stood up stiff in front of him, his balls tight up against the base. The breast-forms looked surprisingly realistic, still glued to his chest, the nipples pink, erect and ready to be sucked. She toyed with one of them with a well-manicured nail.

"Is this what you wanted to see?" 'she' purred at me.

I nodded, starting to place the camera on the tripod.

"Get on all fours facing me," I told him.

My androgynous teacher did what I told him, planting his hands and knees several inches apart on the grass. I focused on him, pulling back slightly so that I would be fully in the shot, and walked around behind him, leaving the camera running.

I stood behind him, curvaceous butt gleaming in the pale evening light. He was naked aside from the breast-forms, hairband, and white sweatbands around his wrists. So sexy - you could still see him as a sexy tennis girl but also as a boy at the same time.

My favorite!

I dropped to my knees behind him, bringing my face down to his ass. There was a fresh smell of wine, and I investigated, one finger sliding into his rectum. The cavern was warm and empty, less tight than it had been just yesterday.

I brought my head down, pressing my tongue to his anus with pleasure, tasting the sharpness of his rectum mixed with the sweet wine as my tongue invaded him. I rimmed him for a couple of minutes, enjoying the groans and moans he made. Under his waist, I toyed with his cock with a free hand, gently stroking his foreskin back and forth over his thin shaft.

Pulling my face back from his ass, I knelt up behind him.

I took my cock, placing the glans at his anus. He pressed back against me, and my cock slid easily into his dark passage. This time we both groaned together, as his tight anus bit down on my own much larger cock.

I started slowly fucking him, sliding my thick-veined shaft in and out, and began talking dirty to him again.

"You like that? You like my cock in your ass?" I asked harshly.

"Yes... Oh, yes, I love it," said Mr. Wild happily. He was so much more active than he had been before - clearly the ******* had wrecked any remaining inhibitions he had, making him a complete cock-slut. Just the perfect man for me. And the perfect woman, for that matter.

"Tell me how much you like it." I said.

"I ... ah! I love the feel of your stiff hard cock as it... aaah... as it goes in and out of me. I - uh! - I love the feeling of my ass getting stretched around you!"

Mr. Wild panted, but carried on with his own dirty talk. "I love it when you fuck me - I feel so dirty, but so good! So sexy and special... Aaaah!"

His words dried up as I began thrusting in and out with greater *****, my own urgency taking over me. I hadn't come earlier, and wanted to come now, deep in his ass.

We began to move as one, and he cried out as he felt my cock begin to swell inside him, stretching his bottom to its limit.

Finally, I came, shooting jets of spunk deep inside his hot bowels. I felt him jerking, his rectum tightening around my shaft, and I knew he had come too even before the cry escaped his lips. We jerked back and forth for over half a minute, each stimulating the other even after orgasm.

Eventually, I withdrew, sitting back on my haunches. Mr. Wild collapsed in front of me, curling up on the grass, naked legs curled up.

As I stood to turn off the camera, I heard the doorbell ring. The delivery guy!

"Quick, get up!" I hissed at him. "Put on your skirt and top, and follow me. Don't bother with underwear."

I ran inside, picking up my T-shirt and shorts and jumping into them. The doorbell rang again, and I ran over.

At the door, a young guy of maybe seventeen held a bag with two boxes in it.

"Pizza for you? Twelve-fifty." He said politely.

"Sure, I'll get some cash. Come in a moment," I said kindly.

He stepped inside, pulling the door behind him. He stopped with a start when he saw Charlotte walking towards him. Barefoot, wearing just her tight top and short skirt, she was clearly a girl again. She swayed as she walked, and I realised that she seemed pretty *****. Her breasts bounced as she walked, and her hard nipples pressed against the tight top so prominently, I'm sure he never noticed the slight bulge in the front of her skirt.

"Oh, this is my girlfriend Charlotte," I said.

They shook hands as I looked in my wallet. There was plenty of cash in there, but I had had an idea, and put on a disappointed expression.

"I'm really sorry - I've only got ten pounds," I said.

The delivery guy looked confused. "But it's twelve fifty. I mean, if you can't pay, I can't - you know, give you the pizzas."

"Listen, maybe we can work something out," I said coolly, handing him the tenner.

"Charlotte, why don't you see if you can give our friend a big tip? Something to persuade him to let us keep the food." I suggested.

Charlotte raised an eyebrow, and then giggled. She stroked one hand up her tight top, playing with the hard nipple, and put the other hand on the guy's chest.

"I don't know... I'm not supposed to..." he stuttered.

"Sweetie," said Charlotte in a sultry voice "who's going to know?"

As her hand came down his chest towards his pants, she looked him in the eye as she licked her lips. Once her hand hit his waistband, she sank down on her knees, reaching for his fly. His stiffening prick jutted out, and Charlotte took it eagerly into her mouth.

I watched as her head bobbed back and forth. The delivery guy's surprised expression slowly faded into a huge grin as he realized that we were serious, and I was cool with him getting a blowjob from what he thought was my girlfriend. I wondered what he would think if he realised Charlotte was actually a man.

As Charlotte sucked his cock, she brought a hand up to encase the shaft, firmly wanking him as she sucked on the head. He didn't last long!

Within a few minutes, he was jerking and moaning, and Charlotte's cheeks bulged as she took his load in her mouth. She kept sucking until every drop was released before she sat back on her haunches, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.

The pizza guy stumbled back, cock hanging limply out of his fly until he scooped it up and tucked himself up again.

Charlotte sat back watching him with a broad smile, gently swaying side to side, and with a slightly dazed look in her eyes. She looked totally hammered now, I realised. Maybe using nearly 1 1/2 bottles of wine as an enema hadn't been quite as brilliant an idea as I'd thought!

The delivery guy looked at me and gave me a nervous grin. I gave him a thumbs up, and moved to open the door.

In a few moments, we were alone again, and I started laughing at the whole situation. My school teacher, freshly arse-fucked, steaming ***** from a wine enema, dressed as a girl, blowing the delivery guy for pizza. It was fantastic!

Charlotte was pretty far gone though, and I made her ***** a pint of water before joining me back on the couch for pizza. I was only on my second slice when she was gone, fast asleep on my lap.

I was pretty happy with the evening, although I had anticipated fucking Charlotte at last once more. Munching on pizza, I lifted one of her arms; limp as a rag-doll. I shrugged, and turned on the TV again. It as a long weekend after all - still two more days to go....

I sat back, watching TV as I considered what to do with my obedient cock-slut the next day...

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I'd been doing odd jobs for my ex wife, Laura, in my spare time recently -- she's my ex and we are still good friends but we occasionally still played together when the mood took us, often reliving in fantasy; talk about our past adventures together (we had a domme/cuck relationship).

Her favourite being hearing about me sucking another guys cock, whilst my favourite oddly enough was hearing about her sucking cock too, so it was safe to say we were pretty much on the same level with our dirtiest fantasies.

Anyway, I awoke one morning to a text from her asking if I'd mind doing her a massive favour, one of her friends needed a small decorating job doing and their normal decorator had let them down, would I mind stepping in and helping her friend out? She said she'd told the friend that I was pretty good at decorating and her friend was eager for me to come round. I gladly agreed and she gave me an address and asked if I could be there for midday.

I arrived at just after twelve, a detached house not too far away. I walked up the gravel drive to the front door and pushed the buzzer. I waited patiently for the door to be answered, I was a little taken aback to say the least when a guy answered the door -- I'd just assumed it would be one of her usual girl friends, I never really thought to ask and looking back she never let on...I looked up at him; he was around 6ft, black but with light brown skin, with a stocky but athletic build...I couldn't help but glance down and catch sight of the impressive bulge in his trousers. I stammered slightly that I was Alex and told him that Laura had sent me over. He smiled and said he'd been expecting me and invited me in...

I walked in behind him, my eyes drawn to his arse, tight in black trousers and I felt my own cock twitch a little. I really didn't expect what would happen next!

He asked me to sit down on his leather suite, it was so luxurious and soft that I melted in to it, he asked if I needed a ***** but I said I was fine...it felt a bit odd and I was getting nervous, the place didn't look as if it was ready for decorating......

He sat down beside me and said "Hi, I'm Lou, I hope you don't mind but Laura hasn't really been honest with you about the reasons we wanted you here" I started to talk but he cut me off and told me to; "watch this".....at that he pressed a button on the remote and the TV came to life, a huge LCD screen.

I was just taking in the size of it when an image flickered on to the screen....I was gobsmacked, it was a video on Laura and Lou, both sat on the very couch I was sat on now. He was naked in the video whilst she had on a sheer black basque with fishnet stockings on but no knickers. I watched in shock as she wrapped her hand around what had to have been the biggest cock I'd ever seen. It looked so huge in her small hands, her white skin and pink painted nails contrasting sharply against the dark black skin of the huge cock.

She lowered her mouth towards it and began to dart her tongue across it. I felt my own cock bulge in my pants, I felt dizzy with pleasure, being so turned on watching her work this cock. It was really stretching her mouth, I could see his dick becoming slick and shiny with her spit as she worked it in her mouth. She looked in to the camera smiling with her eyes and she looked in heaven as she let out a muffled moan through the cock in her mouth.

I turned towards Lou and asked him what was going on....he explained that Laura had told him that I'd kept on asking her for the repeat of the threesome she and I had with another man at a swingers club but that she was struggling to find time so she thought she'd treat me to a cock of my own...I felt a bit weird at the thought of being set up and a little humiliated that they felt they had to show me the video of her sucking him but it all added to excitement and I felt myself getting more turned on especially knowing the power Laura had over me setting all this up, knowing how I'd feel.

I felt his hand take hold of mine and guide it towards his crotch. I felt the warmth of his cock beneath the thin material of his pants, I felt so slutty massaging his growing black dick, I leaned forwards and kissed his cock through his pants. He groaned as my lips made contact. He then pushed my head up and told me to get on my knees in front of him whilst he sat on the couch with his legs spread wide. I felt so horny at being told what to do by another guy and I was wishing Laura were here to see it....

I positioned myself between his legs, on my knees and he told me to unbuckle his belt and slide his trousers off...as I slip his pants down I gasped as his giant cock sprung in to view...it must have been ten inches long and so so thick but it wasn't even hard yet!!

I felt my own cock throb as I looked on this cock in front of me with pure lust.

He took hold of his dick and run his hand up and down it and told me he wanted a slow, wet blowjob. I responded by reaching out and stroking his cock along with him, gently pulling it towards me. I opened my mouth and took it in, I let my tongue swirl around the head and then shaft as I pushed more of it in.

I could feel his cock pulsing and growing in my mouth to full hardness, I loved the feeling of him growing in my mouth. I wrapped one hand around the base of his cock and the other I ran up and down his thick thighs as I started working my mouth up and down this huge cock...each time trying to take it a bit deeper in to my mouth.

Every three or four strokes I'd pop it out and lick all around it, getting his giant cock wetter and wetter with my saliva and his precum. He tasted so good, I was in heaven ******* on this gorgeous ebony cock whilst he moved his powerful hands to the back of my head, pushing it in deeper, fucking my face...

After five minutes or so of servicing his cock I moved my mouth down to his balls and began to flick my tongue across them, taking turns popping each one in to my mouth to suck. He let out a big groan as a licked faster.....he began working his cock with his hand as I still licked and sucked his balls. I felt so submissive on my knees in front of this huge black guy, my cock was aching, I reached down and began to wank my own.

He was wanking now faster and faster, he let out another deep groan as he told me he was about to cum...he pulled my head up and shoved his cock in to my mouth.....spurt after spurt of his scalding hot spunk hit the back as my throat as he unloaded in my mouth.

It felt as if I was swallowing mouthfuls of his hot cum.

I couldn't believe how much there was. At the same time I felt my own cock climax and let out a stream of jism across the floor. He pulled his cock out of my mouth, the last few spurts hitting my licks as I started licking him clean whilst he told me what a cum slut I was....I felt so used kneeling there cleaning up my ex wife's new lover.

He pulled his pants up and I felt a little sheepish, still cleaning myself up, I smiled at him and told him it was a shame Laura couldn't have been here to see this....to which he replied:

"Oh that's OK" he said, pointing towards a camera near the fireplace that I hadn't seen, "she can watch the video I recorded of you being a cock sucking slut whilst she's fucking me tonight!"