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Hannah

By: pk1729



What a long day! I am so glad this week is over. Hannah placed the pen she was holding down on the yellow legal pad that lay on her desk. She straightened the pad so that it laid directly center on the desk blotter and then she twisted the pen so that it was perpendicular to the blue lines on the pad. It was a gesture she did every Friday afternoon. Like her mother, who used to spend hours cleaning the house for Shabbos, Hannah could not leave her office with even a hint of disorder at the end of the week.

She switched off the computer on the small desk behind her, threw some papers into her briefcase, snapped it shut and turned out the lights before exiting.

"Good night Miss Levitz," The custodian said. His large dust mop was already filled with an unbelievable amount of detritus from the school day.

"Good night, Brian," Hannah said, "Gut Shabbos."

"The same to you." He returned to his sweeping.

Hannah stepped out of the door into bright spring day. In the playground near the parking lot she saw many of the children who were her charges enjoying the extra daylight before they had to be home for their own Shabbos dinners. She smiled at their innocent joy. 

If only I could feel that way again. It would be so nice to play with such abandon again.

Once in the car, she punched the hands-free feature on her cell phone and waited for the speed dial to connect her with Larry.

"Hi, hon. It's me. I'm leaving work now. I should be home in about 40 minutes. When will you be over?"

"I'm done here at 5:30. I could be there at 7:15 or so."

"That's cutting it awful close to sunset. Try to make it a little earlier if you can," Hannah said.

"A few minutes won't matter one way or another." She could hear a slight irritation in his voice. Since she had started dating Larry, there had been little tiny clashes like this. Larry did not always appreciate her affection for the traditions of her faith.

When are we going to find the balance that would allow us to move on with their relationship? She had two sets of dishes, kept kosher and was a regular temple attendee. At first, Larry seemed to like this about her. He found it "quaint". Lately though he seemed to lose patience with her noodging him about which plate or cup to use when he came over, or how he would tease her about her "frumie" work clothes. They had been dating for just a month now. She liked him but was discomforted by his apparent disregard for her feelings on these subjects.

Larry viewed his Jewish ness as a simple matter of birth. He grew up in a secularized family in the northern suburbs. He hadn't even been made a bar mitzvah, though in an early incarnation his first band had played at many of them. Now in his 50's he was teaching music at a public high school and playing in clubs on weekends. Hannah presented a new and exotic world to him and though intrigued, he found some of her "little Yiddishisms," as he called them, annoying.

Hannah sighed as she turned her Toyota on to the Interstate. She met Larry while out with a couple of girlfriends. Sylvia, her best friend had convinced her that they all needed a "Sex in the City" girl's night out. It was during Purim and her school had been a madhouse of costumes and gaiety and noise. Exhausting as it was, Hannah was itching to have some fun of her own. Divorced now for nearly 10 (was it really that long?) years, the balance between work, recreation and of course, dating had swung to the negative. A night out was just what she needed. Hannah dressed in a blue satin button down blouse that was tailored to show her cleavage, nicely cut, low riding black silk pants and her only pair of Jimmy Choos (a "birthday gift" acquired from her mother's closet). The club they went to was noisy and fun and had the advantage of having a live band. Hannah always preferred live music.

Larry was in the band. 

He looked good standing behind his array of keyboards. She also thought that his back up vocals were every bit as lyrical as the guitar/lead singer who fronted the group. Larry was about 5'9", brown hair and nicely shaped beard which was flecked with grey. He wore black wire framed glasses and he had a delightful smile which he showed when Hannah caught his eye during one of the group's forays onto the dance floor. On the way back to the table Sylvia teased her.

"Hannah's got her flirt on!"

"Oh stop it Syl." Regardless, she blushed.

"Well why not, girl friend, he's cute and you're free."

"Uh, huh and you would love it if I hooked up and left you and Miri here by yourselves," Hannah said.

"Don't use me to as an excuse darling," Miri retorted. "I know how to call a cab if I want one. I also don't have any qualms about us ending our girl's night early if some lusty fun is involved."

"You slut," Hannah joked.

"That's right, and it wouldn't hurt for some of my sluttiness to rub off on you. Dear. When was the last time you got laid?"

"None of your damn business, Miriam," Hannah didn't like the direction of this banter.

"Knock it off you too," said Sylvia. "No one is going home yet, alone or otherwise." She finished her drink and stood up. "I'm for the ladies. Either of you coming?"

"I'll go," said Miriam. "Hannah?" 

The music stopped.

"Uh, no, I'm fine. Go ahead."

One of the reasons Hannah preferred live music was the fact that the band would eventually take a break. At clubs with DJ's and wall to wall sound, there was never a place or time to just talk to someone. Maybe that's the point nowadays. Too bad, Hannah liked to chat and flirt. At least here she had a chance. Even though the club filled the time with some canned pop, it was at a volume level that allowed for some conversation. 

The keyboard player headed straight for her table. He looked good. Not exactly trim but definitely nicely proportioned. He wore black corduroy slacks and a designer Italian pullover sweater in blacks, reds and flecks of white.

Hannah felt a tingle in her loins

"Hi, where did your friends go?" He asked.

Hannah casually picked up her drink and sipped at it. "Where else do women go in two's and threes," she said with a pert smile that grasped invitingly on the straw of the drink once again. Her eyes lit up. Yes, dear Sylvia, Hannah has her flirt on. 

Larry laughed and then the next ten minutes flew by. When the other women returned, Larry excused himself and wandered back to the bandstand but not without a look back and a flash of that wonderful smile. The "oohs and ahhs" of her friends brought a satisfying flush to Hannah's cheeks.

The rest of the night was more fun than she expected. Larry returned to the table at each break. He hit it off nicely with Miri and Sylvia. At the end of the evening numbers were exchanged. Miracle of miracles, he called and an actual date followed. There was one after that and one after that. It was after this third date that they had sex, at his place. Hannah now found herself to be half of a budding couple for the first time in months. She liked the feeling.

So why does his teasing and offhand matter about things "Jewish" bother me?

Just then she was confronted with a series of flashing brake lights as the traffic came to a complete halt on the Interstate.

What now?

She fiddled with the tuning of the radio to find the local all news channel. After about three minutes the traffic report came on and informed her that a tractor trailer had overturned two exits up and the delay would be extensive.

Damn, now I won't have time to change before dinner. 

She was planning to treat Larry to their first Shabbos meal together. All week she had shopped and prepared. She wanted to show Larry how special it could be for them on Shabbos. Most of the meal was ready and just needed to be micro waved or warmed in the oven. She would go home, get everything heated up, set the table and then change into something delightfully extravagant and sexy. 

Despite her staid work wardrobe of ankle length skirts, heavy black tights and long sleeved blouses, Hannah was not a "frumie" woman. She had a wonderful sense of fashion that was indulged in by her mother. Her closets had a fair share of designer dresses and suits and her drawers overflowed with the most elegant lingerie she could manage. In fact sexy undies was a particularly favorite indulgence of hers, one that Larry had only got a hint of on their first night of sex. But work was work and the dress code though not written was strict, especially for women. Hannah's fashion sense allowed her to find just the right conservative look without being frumpy. Still she could do better than what she was wearing for Larry. 

If I can only get home in time!

Hannah was planning on this Shabbos meal to be the beginning of full weekend of seduction whereby Larry would learn the full possibility of what their domestic life could be. 

He'll see me light the candles in a nice Cassini ensemble of ivory silk. I will serve him the best home cooked meal he has ever had and then for dessert he can unwrap me, piece by satin piece; that luscious pink Aubade ensemble with the garter belt and red stockings. Oooh, he's sure to like seeing me in that.

Her reverie was interrupted by a horn honking behind her. A gap in the traffic opened and she shot into it. After another frustrating 15 minutes she was able to exit the highway. It was not here usual route home but at least she was moving. 

I'll still have time to get the dinner ready. Oh well...

Impatiently, Hannah wended her way through the side and backstreets that led her home. Once inside, she wasted little time. She pulled the kugel from the refrigerator and popped it into upper oven to warm slowly. The brisket was set on the counter to come to room temperature before it being warmed in the lower oven. Meanwhile, Hannah began putting the vegetables in a pot with some water and olive oil to boil. 

If he's going to be late like he said, I may still have some time to change.

She began to move with more determination. While the food was heating, she set the table with her best meat dishes. She placed the silver candle sticks given to her by her Bubbe at the end of the table opposite from where she and Larry would sit. Rummaging through the kitchen junk drawer, she extracted two Shabbos candles and placed them in the holders. She then turned her attention to opening the wine, nice kosher pinot she found in a shop down near her school. She pulled the cork and set it near the wine glasses to breathe. It was at that moment the door bell rang.

He's early after all. Damn! 

She wiped her hands and answered the door. Larry stood there with a bouquet of daisies. 

And that smile.

Moisture accumulated at the juncture between Hannah's legs. Larry handed her the flowers.

"I wasn't sure if daisies are kosher. Will they be okay," he asked?

She playfully slapped his shoulder. "Just fine. Come on in," and she kissed his cheek. 

Sometimes he's just so cute.

"Come into the kitchen, I got home late and am still cooking. I'm sorry I'm not changed," she said.

"You look great, as always," Larry replied.

"Yeah, sure, Still in my 'frumie' clothes and with an apron over them to boot. I must look like my Bubbe."

"Well, I never met the woman but if she looks like you, she is damn sexy."

"Cute, flattery will get you everywhere. Now hand me that casserole." 

Oy! Did I really say that?

Hannah busied herself with dishing out the vegetables, directing Larry to put them on the table. 

"How about if I pour the wine," he said from the dining room.

"No, wait a bit. Everything will be ready in about 10 more minutes. Go watch TV or something until I call you."

Quickly Hannah took off the apron and ducked into the small bathroom off the kitchen and checked herself in the mirror. 

Makeup's okay at least.

She picked up a brush and played with her hair until she was satisfied it was a good as it could be. She winced as she saw her dull office outfit.

Maybe I can figure a way to change into "something more comfortable" after dinner. I just don't want to be so obvious.

She heard the timer for the meat ding. 

Showtime!

Hannah returned to the kitchen and finished her preparations. Finally, she took the challah she had bought that afternoon during her lunch period and placed it on a cutting board. Picking up a bread knife she called to Larry that everything was ready.

"Everything looks wonderful," Larry said. "Shall I pour the wine now?" 

"No, not yet. Did you wash your hands?"

"Uh, no."

"Go wash your hands. You can use the sink in the bathroom off the kitchen."

Larry rolled his eyes then caught a strange look from Hannah.

"Okay." He walked off to the bathroom.

Meanwhile Hannah took a shawl from the sideboard. It too had been her grandmothers. She draped it over her head and around her shoulders. Larry returned.

"Stand there," she said, indicating the far end of the table. She went to the other end and proceeded to light the candles. Larry watched as she motioned with her arms then covered her eyes, all the time murmuring something he couldn't quite make out. When she finished, she looked up and smiled. 

"Would you cut the challah," she asked.

"What do I do?" He nervously picked up the knife.

She guided him through the blessing.

"Now cut the bread, silly." 

He did.

Thirty minutes later, the first bottle of wine was gone and the second bottle was half empty. Larry pushed his seat back from the table.

He said, "That was a great meal? Tell me the truth now; you have a whole staff of servants secreted away in your basement to prepare luscious banquets like this."

"Don't be such a smartass or you won't be invited back. Mama and Bubbe taught me plenty. I just haven't had much reason to indulge in large meals these last few years. There seemed little point without someone to share them." She rose and began to clear the dishes. "Ready for dessert?

Larry smiled. "You know it. I've been ready since I walked in the door." He rose from his seat and embraced her from behind. 

He smells good.

"Larry, stop or I'll drop the dishes."

"Put them down," he said. "We'll do them later...together."

"But..."

He had taken the plates from her hands, turned her around and kissed her, a moist, hard, insistent kiss. She enjoyed it, relaxed in his arms and returned his attentions. His hands went to her blouse and suddenly she remembered how she was dressed.

"Uh, no Lar. Wait a bit. I wanted to change before you got here. Give me some time to go upstairs and..."

"No way. I've been thinking about you all day and I am tired of waiting. I want you now." He gave her a playful slap on her skirt covered ass and went back to unbuttoning her blouse.

"But..."

"No Buts Hannah," He had opened her blouse to reveal her basic "frumie" camisole of beige nylon under which the satin straps of an equally beige bra were visible. Larry smiled at her as his hands drifted to her shoulders and lifted the cami straps up slightly and then let them drop down her arms. The linen garment dropped and bunched at her waist. He then cupped the bra encased breasts and stroked gently. The cups were thin nylon and when he grazed his palms over them her nipples rose and tented the fabric. This brought another smile to his face and a short murmured "ooh" from Hannah.

"Larry, give me a few minutes then meet me in the bedroom. Please."

He put his finger to her lips and shushed her. Then he led her out of the dining room into the living room area.

"Stand there," he said, indicating the exact middle of the living room floor. He then walked around her as if inspecting her. Hannah shivered and turned very red, right down to the tops of her ample breasts. She did not move however and she could feel the spot between her legs grow very wet. She stood very still.

Larry stroked her as he circled. First a shoulder, then a finger on her lower back. More caresses of her breasts. At one point he hefted the left one in his hand like he was accessing the ripeness of a melon. Obviously this one met his approval. He leaned in from behind her and nipped at the base of her neck. He was rewarded with a delightful little "yip" from her. Finding the zipper on the side of her skirt, he knelt down and took it between his teeth and began to lower it. It was not as easy as he thought it would be. Hannah giggled at his effort. He persisted though and soon the skirt slid down to form a puddle at Hannah's feet. That was when they were revealed.

"What are those," Larry exclaimed?

Hannah stood nearly naked in her bra, her camisole bunched at her waist and a pair of shiny, black nylon panties. No, they weren't panties; they were like old fashioned pantaloons. The legs of the garment reached to just below Hannah's knee. One might have mistaken it for a black half-slip had it not been for the split between her legs. In fact excluding the thin sexy material and hints of lace at the leg holes, one could imagine this garment as part of a basketball uniform. Larry almost laughed but then he saw the hurt in Hannah's eyes.

"I asked you to go let me change. I didn't want you to see me in my frumie undergarments. I have a special set of lingerie all picked out for you." Hannah turned to go up stairs. "Let me go put..."

"No."

It was the most commanding tone of voice she had ever heard from him. It stopped her cold.

"No, please," he said, this time more softly. "I, uh, I just never saw anything like them before."

"I only wear them for work. The dress code is rigid and these cover me, feel good under both my pants and heavy wool skirts. They're just every day wear." Hannah was beginning to babble.

"It's okay. In fact I think they're kind of ...different...sexy. Yes, they are most definitely sexy." Larry began unbuttoning his shirt as he stepped toward her. He smiled, and then she smiled. Both smiles were wicked!

Hannah had forgotten for a moment that she was almost naked. She grabbed for his belt and began to frantically aid him in getting to an equal state. Larry had started kissing her again at the same time grappling with her bras straps, unhooking the garment and freeing her breasts. The cold air and the weighty drop of her 38 C boobs caused her nipples to harden once again. This time to hard brown buds ripe for sucking.

Larry sucked.

He also licked and nipped and swirled his tongue at amazing speed, first on the right one, the most sensitive and then on the left one, the ticklish one. Hannah giggled when she felt his mouth touch her.

She had gotten his belt undone and pulled his shirt from the waist band of his pants. Feeling very playful now, she grabbed the folds and pulled hard, popping the few remaining buttons. Larry laughed and allowed her to pull the garment off and fling it across the room. He had not imagined Hannah acting with such abandon.

His pants dropped to the floor with a thud and he managed to step out of them and his shoes without relinquishing his mouth hold on her breasts. His cock was tenting his boxer briefs and Hannah was fumbling with the waist band to free the restrained prisoner.

"Ah, here he comes," she squealed. "Have you missed, Mommy?"

Who is that person? What am I saying? 

Larry picked Hannah up and carried her to the couch. Placing her there he positioned her as one might a doll. She was left sitting upright, spread and the black nylon of the pantaloon garment stretched tight across her crotch. A dark spot about the size of a quarter had already formed there and the scent of sex was now obvious.

Larry knelt before her and pulled her down closer to him. He leaned in and she could hear him inhale her scent before his tongue creased the nylon where it covered her slit. The material was just thin enough to allow her to feel the pressure as his tongue met her clit. 


Hannah



Author's Note: All characters are at least eighteen.

*

Hannah Gratz awoke to see her roommate Tiffany Fitzgerald masturbating on her twin bed only a few feet from Hannah's own. Tiffany was eighteen, the same age Hannah was, and her nude body glistened with sweat as she writhed sensuously back and forth on top of her flowered Victorian comforter. Tiffany's left hand caressed her huge breasts, the nipples already as hard as diamonds by this point, while her right hand lightly tickled her swollen outer lips until they opened like a flower, revealing the damp crimson inner labia within. As she watched Tiffany play with herself, Hannah noted with a sudden jolt of horniness that Tiffany was definitely a natural redhead.

Hannah glanced down at her own body. Her curly hair was mouse-brown, and her breasts were so small she could barely see them beneath her white cotton nightgown, but Hannah's nipples were already as hard as Tiffany's. They poked against her nightgown like two little buttons, just waiting to be pushed. Because she always masturbated at least once a night, Hannah never wore panties to bed. In fact, Hannah thought her best feature was definitely her pubic hair—it was black as midnight and soft as a kitten's fur—but no one but herself had ever touched her best feature.

As Tiffany slipped her middle finger inside her pussy and used just the tip of her index finger to tease her clit, Hannah thought about Sylaire Blackwood, the girl who was the subject of Hannah's own silent masturbation sessions. Rumored to be descended on her mother's side from French aristocracy, Sylaire was by far the most popular girl at South Harbor Academy, one of the premiere girls' boarding schools on the East Coast. Sylaire's long golden hair and ice-blue eyes made her look like a fairy-tale princess, assuming a princess could reduce her victims to quivering mounds of lust with just a few quick licks of her long pink tongue.

Although all three girls were seniors at South Harbor, Sylaire was a year older than Hannah and Tiffany. Sylaire had been expelled for a year after the headmistress caught her giving her history teacher a slow, cockteasing blowjob in the faculty restroom. When the headmistress had demanded that Sylaire grant her the same favor right there on the spot, Sylaire had brought her right to the edge with her lips and tongue, then just got up and left, leaving the poor headmistress so horny she'd had no choice but to make herself come right there on the toilet. At any rate, Sylaire was back, and her year abroad in Europe had only made her an even more vicious tease than ever.

As Hannah's hand slipped inside her nightgown to rub her nipples, she imagined herself kneeling in front of Sylaire. Sylaire would be standing naked with her legs spread and a look of icy disdain on her beautiful face. Hannah would lick Sylaire's pussy, shyly at first, then faster and faster as Sylaire got wetter and wetter. Finally, Sylaire would come, grinding her soaking-wet pussy all over Hannah's face. Then Sylaire would pull Hannah to her feet and kiss her tenderly, and Hannah's life would be complete.

Hannah had just hiked her nightgown above her waist and begun diddling her sensitive little clit when Tiffany shrieked as she came. "Go, Tiff!" Shelly Harmon shouted from somewhere down the hall. Shelly had been the biggest homophobe on campus until Sylaire tied her down and proved that she'd beg for anything, even another girl's tongue, if it meant a chance to come after hours of torment. Since the dorm was restricted to eighteen year-olds, Shelly's torture session took place right out in the commons room, and all the other girls—even meek little Hannah—took turns masturbating right in front of Shelly's face while Sylaire teased her mercilessly with a remote-controlled butterfly vibrator.

Still completely nude, Tiffany rolled over to go to sleep, her hand clutched tightly between her legs. Hannah smiled, secure in the knowledge that she could really work on making herself come without worrying that Tiffany might catch her. Hannah knew the other girls would tease and torment her relentlessly if they knew she played with herself, so she kept herself shielded behind her good girl image. Some good girl, Hannah thought with a laugh as her fingers strummed furiously across her clit and a drop of wetness slid slowly down her inner thigh.

Hannah was like a guy in some ways, and one of those ways was that she could make herself come really quickly if she set her mind to it. She was way too horny tonight to bother with teasing herself the way she sometimes did. Biting down on her tongue to keep from screaming in ecstasy like Tiffany had, Hannah came fast and hard as thoughts of Tiffany's tongue licking her wet pussy raced through her head. Her fingers were soaked by the time she stopped rubbing herself.

"Having fun again, Hannah?" Tiffany asked softly just as Hannah's pussy finally stopped throbbing. Hannah froze, hoping against hope that Tiffany hadn't seen everything.

Tiffany stood up, her gloriously naked body still turning Hannah on even though she'd just come even harder than usual, and crouched beside Hannah's bed. "Don't worry," Tiffany breathed. "I know you do it every night, and I always come just from rubbing my thighs together while I watch you. But tonight I put on a whole show just for you, and you still didn't join in!" Tiffany pouted, licking her lips lasciviously. Her hand pushed Hannah's nightgown back up and cupped her exposed mound. Before Hannah could say anything, Tiffany slid two fingers smoothly inside Hannah's pussy. Swiftly and surely, Tiffany's fingers found Hannah's G-spot and led her down the slippery slope toward yet another orgasm.

Hannah bucked against Tiffany's hand as Tiffany fingered her faster and faster. Just as Hannah was about to come, Tiffany yanked her fingers away. Hannah stared blankly at her, not sure what had just happened, and instinctively lowered her hand to her crotch to finish herself off.

"Don't!" Tiffany warned sternly, catching Hannah's hand in a viselike grip before it could make contact with her desperate pussy. "I'll make you a deal, Hannah. If you can hold off from coming all night, I'll make you come harder than you ever have in your life, I promise. I'll take you to the special bathroom tomorrow morning, you know, the one where all the girls go when they get horny and they're too shy to play with themselves right in class?" Tiffany chuckled fondly. "Of course you know, you're like the queen masturbator of South Harbor." Hannah blushed.

Tiffany lowered her head and kissed Hannah lightly on the lips, then continued telling Hannah exactly what she was going to do to her tomorrow morning. "Once I get you in the bathroom, I'm going to pin you against the wall, stick my hand up your skirt and make you come right through your favorite blue cotton panties. And this time everyone will hear you, believe me." Tiffany climbed into bed with Hannah and snuggled up next to her. "Then once you're satisfied—and I'll make sure you're satisfied at least three times, if you know what I mean—I'll take those nice wet panties and show them to all the girls in school, so they know you're mine and only mine." Tiffany paused. "And I'm yours," she added quietly, but Hannah heard her loud and clear.

"Is that okay?" Tiffany asked almost shyly when Hannah didn't say anything.

"Of course it's okay," Hannah assured Tiffany as she squeezed her hand. Sylaire's face was already receding from Hannah's mind like a distantly-remembered dream as she admired her new girlfriend. Tiffany pillowed her head against Hannah's breasts, and in a few minutes she was asleep for real this time.

It occurred to Hannah, who had masturbated for years in near-total silence, that she could probably finger herself to one more orgasm without Tiffany ever knowing. Hannah considered this tempting possibility, then shook her head firmly. Not disappointing Tiffany was more important than satisfying her immediate physical needs. With a contented sigh, Hannah closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep, dreaming of what would happen in the bathroom the next morning. 



Hannah



I was in my late twenties trying to get the qualifications i needed for promotion at work, and she was the thirty five year old taking the class. I was the oldest pupil by around five years, so we hit it off from the beginning, as friends. 

By christmas time we got on so well that she invited me to a party she was throwing. It was a good night, and by around 1am she seemed to be hinting that it was time for those remaining to leave. I went into the spare bedroom to get my jacket when Hannah appeared behind me. "Wait there a minute Jimmy" she said "I need to speak to you about college." She grabbed the two or three remaining coats and left the room. I only had a moment to wonder what it was about when the front door closed and she came back into the room.

"What's up?" I asked

"I caught you looking at my arse earlier" she said.

Shit! I hadn't realised she'd caught me. I'd not been able to keep my eyes off it all night. I knew she was pretty at college, but tonight she looked amazing, the little black dress she wore really showed her figure off. She looked as if she was ready for war.

"I'm sorry" I spluttered, but she cut me off.

"Sorry's not good enough Jimmy" she said, as her expression changed into a cheeky grin "You're gonna have to kiss it better"

"...I...?.."

She peeled the straps of the LBD off her shoulders and slid it down her body til it was lay on the floor at her feet. She looked perfect in her matching black bra & g string. I kissed her soft lips for a minute or an hour then she bent over the bed and told me to kiss her better. Who was i to argue?

I kissed her arse cheeks gently, then kissed my way down the outside of her legs a little, then started kissing my way back up her inner thighs. I was getting higher and higher, closer and closer, but i was teasing, going really slowly, she smelled so good, i got closer still, kissing and licking, then when she couldn't stand it any longer, she pushed herself back against me and demanded that i lick her now!

I ran my tongue along her knickers, they were already very wet, she tasted as good as she looked. i pulled the string to one side and ran my tongue along her lips, from her clit to her arse, she shuddered as i did so. She reached behind her and grabbed the back of my head. "Stop teasing me and fucking eat me" she demanded. I complied.

I parted her lips with my thumbs and slid my tongue inside her warm wet pussy, i nibbled and licked her clit as my fingers found their way inside her, first two fingers, then three. I licked her ass as my fingers worked in and out her soaking cunt. She lost count of her orgasms as her pussy continually clenched round my fingers and she bucked and yelled and screamed. Eventually she collapsed on the bed exhausted and i went to get us a drink. By the time i came back into the room she was fast asl**p, so i kissed her and covered her up and left, posting her key through after i'd locked the front door.

I wasn't sure whether Hannah had planned our tryst, or if it had just been a drunken urge, then the next morning i recieved a text from her saying we had unfinished business, and asked when i was going back round. Well I was free that night...



Hannah



"Ah Lord Pinkerton?" an emboldened mature lady around my mother's age accosted me as I lounged amiably enough with my cronies at the Misses Fotheringay's ball at Southam Courtenay, "Have you met my daughter Molly?"

I looked past the matron and there through the fug of intoxication I believed I beheld an angel, a great vision in gleaming virginal white, and at second glance an improbably plump one, "No, I haven't had the pleasure," I agreed uncertainly for the sweet Mull-berry wine had had its effect on me.

"I should hope not!" Algy declared, "For she may have two legs, two arms, two bosoms and two eyes, though remarkably dis similar, but two chins Johnno, well you must draw a line somewhere!"

"Ah," I agreed with a contented burp, "Indeed."

Poor Molly turned and fled as fast as her considerable bulk would allow.

"You sir are an abomination!" the mother averred.

"Fattening her up for Christmas," Bobby Fawkes chipped in, "I like a plump bird at Christmas!"

"I'd like to sit down," I suggested as I regretted mixing French and English wines so early in the evening.

"You slight me sir!" the matron avowed.

"Tell me," I asked, "You have but one chin, a thin weasel like face, a narrow waist, thin spindly legs beneath that gown I'll wager, so how did you bear a baby elephant for a daughter?" It was said by way of an honest search for the truth.

"I shall not remain to be insulted!" the matron replied.

"Oh, shall you go elsewhere?" Bobby enquired.

"Oh it was no insult Madam," Algy insisted, "No Johnno seeks to bed you."

She half smiled, "Indeed, then I shall inform my husband, Lord Garth."

"That great oaf," Samuel Verney added, "I should quake in my boots if it were me."

"Madam," I added, "I have no great desire to make love to you," I insisted, "Though I should certainly prefer you in my bed to that great ox of a daughter, for she would surely break the bed frame!" It seemed funny at the time, you understand but the next thing Algy had to step forward to stop the matron striking me.

I can not recall much of the evening after that, but in the fullness of time I awoke in a bed in the Red Lion Inn in Southam Whiston with the sun high in the noon day sky and the pipe and drum band of the Caithsby Militia playing inside my skill.

"Oh my head," I croaked.

"So you are not dead?" an unfriendly female voice boomed around inside my skull.

"No madam." I agreed, "Though if I spent the night with you I wish I were."

"Indeed," she boomed,

"Can you please keep the noise down." I asked, "My head is bursting!"

"You insulted my daughter Molly," she insisted.

"Oh god, Mrs Garth," I groaned.

"Lady Garth," she corrected me, "What do you intend to do about it?" she demanded.

"Absolutely nothing madam, for she is fat as a pig," I explained, "I own I'd rather kiss a pig than Molly, on account of the lesser number of chins they display."

"Very well then," she said and began to shout, "Unhand me you drunken oaf," and with theatrical flair she tore at her bodice and through its fine quaity and exquisite needle work she dislodged but one solitary button where she sought to expose her bosoms to plain view.

"Lord Pinkerton I am a married woman!" she protested and right on cue my door opened and there were Molly and the Inn keeper's maid as witness and Lord Garth himself, a frail creature of apparently octogenarian vintage though in truth he was but sixty such it was said was the voracity of Lady Garth's night time demands that he had aged twenty years in the first six months of marriage.

"Hold hard young Pinkerton, why are you dallying with the mem sahib?" he asked.

"No idea sir," I explained, "Your daughter is fat as a pig sir," I said inelegantly, "Lady Garth came to remonstrate.

"Carry on then," he said from the doorway.

"Daddy Lord Pinkerton has shown entire disrespect for myself and our family," Molly cried.

"But you are as fat as a pig dearest," Lord Garth admitted and nodding towards his wife he continued, "And watch that one for she'll eat you alive sir," he added as an after thought.

"But my honour, challenge him Oswald," Lady Garth insisted.

"Challenge, why he would win hands down," Lord Garth averred, "No you challenge him if you see fit, I am taking a walk around the park, good day."

Lady Garth stared in disbelief, "He," she started to say.

"Is a very wise man, Lady Garth," I added, "May I wish you good day?" 

"No indeed you may not!" Lady Garth insisted, "Not until this matter is settled."

I groaned, my head was far from cleared yet, "Then allow me some privacy that I may dress,"

I asked reasonably enough.

"No, I shall remain," Lady Garth insisted.

"Then so be it," I suggested and I pulled my night shirt clean over my head to stand naked, sadly unaware that my cronies had writ "Pinkertons Prong a shilling an hour," across my belly in lamp black in the depths of the night.

"Oh!" Lady Garth cried in surprise, "Its huge!"

"Oh, its huge!" cried Molly in alarm,

"Oohh, its huge," the maid said admiringly as sensing the scent of a woman my prong raised himself to his full eight inches and more of extension. 

"Put it away sir you will frighten the horses," Lord Garth said as he returned to seek the cause of the commotion, "Or else do someone an injury."

"Ooohh yes what an injury," the maid simpered.

"Damn it where's me breeches," I cursed as my night shirt descended to drape itself around the root of my prong leaving him straining still.

"Marigold, stop staring," Lord Garth councelled, "Wife come away!" he repeated.

"Mummy did he do it?" a fresh voice asked.

I looked an another maid had appeared, dressed in a simple white shift, her face like the mother perhaps yet twenty years her junior, blue eyed and blonde of hair, svelte where the sister was porcine, well proportioned where the sister was porcine, fair of face where the sister was distinctly porcine, and she regaled my prong with a steely gaze as her hair flowed untamed around her shoulders.

"Look away girl!" Lord Garth cried, but to no avail and though I knew it not at once the maid was smitten.

"Uh, it's huge!" she said, "Poor Mummy!"

"Hannah!" Lady Garth cried, "Look away, normal men are not so well endowed, so fear not."

"Earl Marchington?" Hannah asked.

"How should I know, probably not," Lady Garth blushed, "My Hannah is betrothed to Earl Marchington."

"What old Freddie!" I asked.

"No the old duffer," Hannah admitted, "Freddie's daddy," she continued, "He is rich, we are not."

"Your daughter is most forward sir," I suggested as I tried to cover my prong even as the throng pushed into my room as more joined to investigate the commotion.

"I'd be wed by now if only Molly would get herself betrothed," Hannah argued.

"Oh I see!" the fog cleared, slowly, "And I have the only prong long enough to penetrate the voluptuous mounds of flesh that protect Molly's ah, honour?"

"Yes in a nut shell." Lord Garth suggested.

"Just get out all of you!" I demanded.

"Then I demand one hundred guineas of I shall report that you abused me carnally in the night!" Lady Garth said triumphantly.

"Did I?" I queried, "How?"

"Oh what a question!" she snorted.

"Indeed," Lord Garth confessed, "There are an hundred and more that will attest to waking up with my lady Garth."

"Silence you imbecile," Lady Gath replied, "You make me sound like a harlot!"

I looked around, there were seven crowded into the tiny room, the box bed and ward robe encroached further and there was still no sign of my breeches, nor undergarments.

"And where exactly do you suppose we conjoined?" I asked. "On the floor?" I spread my arms wide indicating there was an insufficiency of space, "Or in the box bed?" I enquired.

"On the bed of course!" the mother insisted.

"And where should your spread legs go?" I asked.

"Oh, indeed," Lord Garth agreed, "The sides of the box bed would impinge most painfully."

"With Mummy on top then," Hannah declared.

"Really," I enquired and I lay back on the bed and showed just how tightly the sides fitted me, "And where would her knees go.?"

There was a rustle of linen, a white angel appeared and leapt upon the bed like a playful gun dog, "Like so!" Hannah insisted, and she planted a knee each side of my hip bones.

"Your mother is neither lithe nor agile as you!" I declared.

"But it is possible," Hannah insisted.

"Hannah get down this instant!" Lady Garth cried, "You are betrothed!"

But it was all too late for she began to sink down, as as she did she pulled her shift and mine so that no one saw my prong slide up the front of her belly and all believed I had pronged her.

"Hannah!" Lady Garth cried, "Get off him this instant

"Stupid girl!" Lord Garth added.

"She must have a void like a cow if she could take that without a whimper," the maid observed.

"Indeed," I agreed, "Had I impaled her the whole world would have heard."

"I stifled my scream," Hannah suggested as she bounced ineffectually upon my loins.

"You couldn't possibly," I said, "I won best prong three terms running at school!"

"Yes I could!" she insisted.

"Liar!" I replied.

"Yes I could!" she challenged again, and in one ill advised movement I raised her up and as she fell I guided my prong towards her maidenhead, it parted with a scream that sent crows scattering a mile hence, "Aggghhhhhh!" she cried, "Desist I beg of you or I shall never walk again!"

"The pain will pass soon enough," I suggested.

"I cannot bear it," she said and the tears flowed.

"Just stay still," I suggested as I sobered very quickly, "Perhaps your honour is intact?" I asked hopefully.

"With half your prong inside her I think not!" Lady Garth insisted.

"Half!" Hannah cried and as she stilled she found herself sinking agonisingly ever further onto my prong, providing me with such exquisite pleasure that I could contain myself no further and I lay back eyes closed to enjoy the moment of expulsion.

"Oh no, don't you dare!" Lady Garth exclaimed but suddenly my loins were pumping and a quart and more of my stickiness surged forth within poor Hannah.

"Ohhhh," she gasped, "Mummy!"

"He's claimed you you idiot!" Lady Garth cried, "Come away, quickly, you saw nothing nothing do you hear!" she insisted.

"Oh," Hannah exclaimed when the door finally shut.

"Oh indeed," I agreed.

"I am," Hannah said quietly, "Undone,"

"No matter," I suggested, "Get old Marchington drunk and he'll never be any the wiser."

"Was that only three parts in?" she asked.

"Indeed," I agreed, "But climb off before I stiffen again."

"Perhaps," she said, "I don't want to, for when shall I ever experience a prize winning prong again?"

"You Minx!" I cried, "You Jezebel," but my prong was resurgent and speared upward into her well lubricated innards with the greatest of ease. 

"Ohhh," she gasped at the renewed intrusion, "It's immense!"

"Is it too much?" I asked.

"Perhaps?" she said, "Perhaps not."

"It's not all the way in," I explained

"Really!" she queried, "It feels like it is, and more!"

"No, it's, the family curse," I explained, "Few women can take the whole of a Pinkerton prong, those that can are whores," I added, "I am cursed never to find the perfect woman who can take my entire length."

"Then I am greatly relieved," she said and went to raise herself up but in doing so she slipped and slid down my prong even more, "Nooooo," she wailed but to no effect for she was so moist she slid right down to the very root of my prong, "Like that?" she asked.

"Oh gosh yes, oh Miss Garth, I am enraptured.

"I am impaled, I fear the pain will never subside," she protested.

"Bear it stoically for indeed it will pass and for myself," I admitted, "I am in complete ecstasy and in a moment I shall soothe your inner most parts."

"No you must not," she protested, but my cream was already boiling forth from my loins, "Please I pray," she continued, "No, oh lord no," and a great torrent gushed from me and I saw angels and the whole heavenly host clapping and cheering and Hannah's face had not the appearance of someone in pain, oh no far from it, she was as enraptured as I.

"I fear I shall never walk properly again," she observed, "You have ruined me utterly," she protested, "No man shall want me now."

"And you have shown even a slender woman might take my length and girth and bring me to the heights of ecstasy," I explained, "Will you be my whore?"

"Yes!" she agreed, as finally she climbed free of me, "When I marry the duke I shall visit you regularly."

"Every night?" I asked.

"Oh no, I must spend the nights with my husband," she declared, as she tried to stem the flood of my seed busily escaping her.

"In that case marry me!" I challenged.

"I thank you for the kind offer but," she paused, "I cannot think of a single reason to refuse, except we do not know one another or like one another or."

"But we do fornicate amiably enough," I interjected.

"And you will live a life of sobriety?" she asked.

"No, absolutely not!" I protested.

"And stop chasing whores?" she suggested.

"Only when you are indisposed," I agreed.

"And will love me?" she asked.

"I can try," I agreed.

"And you will lie and say I am beautiful," she asked.

I looked at her, "There is no need for me to lie, you are beautiful," I told her.

"Then so be it!" she agreed, "I don't want to marry a duke anyway, he smells." she confided and after a suitable period she slipped from my room.

I found my clothes at length and dressed as smartly as yesterdays attire would allow and ventured forth, my friends had already been apprised of my betrothal by my intended Miss Hannah and I sat down to my meal to answer their taunts.

"Pinkerton, what meal is this, a late break-fast or an early lunch?" some wag asked,

"I call it Brunch," I said, "And later I shall take High Teadinner."

"Don't be an idiot!" Bobby Fawkes chided, "Brunch, what a ridiculous notion, but why Pinkers?" he asked.

"She took me ball deep," I said, "Imagine, such a waife like countenance yet within there is a cleft of eight inches and more!"

"Oh?" Algy enquired, "And your means of discovery?"

"I pronged her of course!" I declared.

"Oh?" Bobby declared, "Dash it that's a tad unsporting what with the duke having his heart set."

"Ah well," I said, "When it comes to estates they will always be trumped by the prong."

"Easy for you to say Pinkers," Sam Verney chipped in, "But what about those of us with human size prongs not the bollocks of a prize bull." 

"Well that's hardly my problem is it?" I informed them and I tucked into my brunch while wondering if shepherds pie, fried eggs, bacon and tomato was an entirely wise choice for my meal.

The noon came and with it my departure from the Southam Courtenay and its environs and for my return home, the more enobled having stayed with the Misses Fotheringay at Sutton Courtenay Court or the lodging house in the grounds and it was from there that a very angry Earl Marchington descended to rebuke me.

"Pinkerton, where is Pinkerton," he demanded his piggy little eyes bulging through immensely thick eyeglasses framed in the thickest frames I ever regaled as he bent his head up to comensate for his arched back and stumpy thick legs and a belly witness to seventy years and more of drinking and eating to excess.

"Here sir!" Algy announced even as I tried to slip away the back way.

"Pinkerton you cad!" he cried, "Come forth that I might have satisfaction!"

"Sir?" I said as I had to return to the dining room to face him.

"You abused my betrothed!" he accused, "I demand satisfaction!"

"Bessie the landlords daughter is very accommodating," Bobby Fawkes suggested.

"Satisfaction sir!" he said, "A duel!"

"Indeed?" I enquired, "Why?"

"You ravished my wench!" he insisted, "Choose your weapon!"

"Prongs at dawn!" Algy suggested.

"You insult me sir," the Earl railed. "I did not come here to be treated with insults!"

"Oh, so precisely where do you go?" Algy enquired.

"Prongs it is then sir," I said, "We shall select two whores as like as alike as we may and the one that cries out loudest is the winner."

"I meant the longest," Algy muttered.

"You sir are depraved," the Earl muttered, "Is the Landlord's daughter abroad?" he asked, "For do you know I feel stirrings."

"Indeed," I agreed, "Though she is as ugly as a pig with a fragrance to match,"

"Ah, then this is she!" he agreed as he espied a well padded young woman waddling towards us, "Might I trouble you for a dalliance?" he asked his addled brain mistaking the woman for the Landlord's daughter.

" A dalliance?" she demanded, "A dalliance!" for far from the Landlord's daughter it was indeed Molly Garth, Hannah's sister that had come to see me.

"You mock me!" the Earl demanded, "You think I am incapable!" 

I nearly burst my sides with the efforts of stifling my laughter

"No sir, no but a dalliance?" she said.

"Dalliance, pronging, fornication, call it what you will," he demanded, "I have stirrings and I demand satisfaction!"

"Damn it girl, my Lord Earl Marchington has needs," I insisted, as I almost shook with laughter, "Disrobe now I say!"

"Earl?" she queried, "Earl Marchington!"

"Indeed, quickly girl," he declared, "I have stirrings!"

Fat ugly and slow moving as she was Molly was not entirely stupid, "Oh then let me console you," she lisped, and looked to me for assistance.

"Disrobe, use my room, no the dining table might suffice." I suggested.

"No!" Molly protested, "I cannot!"

"Lend a hand Pinkerton, before the desire fades!" the Earl cried, and before I could react both Algy and Bobby had stepped forward and after a seconds thought so Sam came forward and they gently eased Molly towards the dining table, "Disrobe her man!" the Earl cried.

"For pities sake!" Molly cried as I watched, "Unhand me!" she cried again but to my shame I just stood aside and watched as Molly was pulled towards the table and then reversed against it and rolled on her back and it was the work of a moment to pull her skirts and underskirts up and so reveal her bloated belly and the mass of fur hiding her slot.

The Earl was now scrabbling at his boot laces, his breeches around his ankles and his prong revealed, some four or five inches in length yet improbably fat like his belly.

I looked at his prong and her belly and back again, it would never do, "On the edge of the table!" I ordered, seeing that the Earl's prong and table stood at the same height or thereabouts and at my bidding so the mating began, a complicated affair, with Algy holding Molly's shoulders and Sam and Bobby holding her legs asplayed as the Earl approached with his prong rampant and slid it neatly within the furs of her slot. 

"Oh!" Molly gasped as the Earl claimed her.

"Like it do you wench?" The Earl asked.

Poor Molly, she knew not what to reply so she held her tongue while the Earl amused himself for a few moments until his eyes rolled signifying his moment of release and at that very moment Molly's mother stepped into the room.

"Molly!" the mother cried.

"I say!" the Earl cried, "You might knock!"

"Un hand my daughter!" she cried.

"This is not your daughter this is the Landlord's maid," the Earl cried, "Can you not see she is fat as an ox and ugly as a wild boar?"

"That sir is Molly my older daughter," Lady Garth insisted, "Now pull your breeches up sir lest the goose bumps on your backside frightens the horses."

"Are you sure?" he asked, "Your daughter you say?" he asked.

"Yes!" Lady Garth insisted, "And you barbarians holding poor Molly down!" 

"My eye she would be a great comfort of a frosty night," the Earl confessed, "Nice and plump and willing."

"You said she was ugly as a pig, my lord," I reminded him.




Hannah



"It matters not when the candles are blown out." he agreed, "Look young Pinkerton, lets forget our duelling, you have the thin one and I'll take the plump one, are we agreed."

"Indeed sir a capital suggestion," I agreed.

"Do I have no say in this?" Molly asked.

"No, not if you are to be a Countess!" Lady Garth intoned, "We shall get the name changed on the marriage licence forthwith, is three weeks the next Saturday convenient for the wedding my lord."

"I believe so," the Earl agreed, "Damn it I shall make it so."

"But what about me!" Hannah protested.

"I shall marry you!" I reminded her.

"But you are a drunkard and a fornicator!" Hannah's mother protested.

"Agreed, but I do have my faults," I admitted.

"And when shall you marry me?" Hannah asked.

"This very moment if you wish," I suggested

"Before the lord!" she insisted.

"Ah," Lord Garth suddenly announced, "Have a double celebration, save me a fortune don't you know.

"Yes!" Lady Garth agreed, wistfully, "You always were a cheap skate why not tell the world!"

"And where shall we live?" Hannah asked.

"Oh lord knows," I replied, "London, or Barsetshire or Scotland, follow the season," I explained.

"But we must settle down, buy a house!" Hannah insisted, "An Estate perhaps!"

"Buy another house!" I protested, "Damn it I have four already, Id' rather sell one than buy another!"

"Four houses?" she said in amazement.

"Big ones, hundreds of peasants hovels of course." I admitted, "I leave all that to my man!"

"Yes well," Lady Garth interjected, "We well know how prone to exaggeration Lord Pinkerton is."

"Me, exaggerate," I protested, "On the contrary Madam, I habitually down play my endowment so as not to frighten the fillies."

"I don't mean your prong!" Lady Garth explained, "I mean your wealth."

"If Hannah loves me then material things will not matter." I insisted, "For where else will she find such a fulfilling prong?"

"Is that right Mother?" Hannah queried.

"How should I know?" the mother asked in embarrassment.

"Why there is hardly a servant that you have not at some time serviced," Lord Grath reminded her, "Indeed Hannah has the look of Colonel Templeman about her do you not think?"

"No!" Lady Garth protested, "She does not!"

"Well she looks very fine in any case," I explained, "So if you will excuse us I shall remind my beloved of the advantages of marrying me!" and I snatched her up and whisked her away to my room and pronged her anew, though it must be admitted that when faced with that awkward box bed and cramped room it proved most efficatious when she sat on the very edge of the bed and then as I stood and pronged her so I lifted her clear from the floor forcing my manhood so deep into her that she squealed and wailed in ecstasy even as she wrapped her legs around me and I walked around the bedroom supporting her solely with my prong and there I found heaven.



Hannah



This was turning into a very awkward conversation. The girl in the next door apartment had as good as invited herself in for coffee. Normally that would have been fine, in fact more than fine. Hannah was single, in her mid twenties and good looking. She was slim with a nice figure and shoulder length brown hair. 

But as he was making the coffee, she'd seen a print out from a local mistress that he'd accidentally left on the coffee table. And to make it worse he'd annotated it with possible times and dates. Hannah was holding the paper in her hands as he walked in with the coffees.

"She looks like fun," Hannah giggled.

He paused and composed himself. He had only seen the dominatrix once and had only tried very tame stuff. He was between girlfriends and it seemed like it might be fun. What was wrong with that, what was wrong with trying new things? However, that didn't stop him feeling very awkward right then.

"Let me tidy up," Tom replied as he reached for the paper.

"No, I'm interested in this," Hannah smiled as she moved it out of his reach.

This was bad, he really didn't want to make a big deal out of it.

"Do you like being tied up then Tom?" she asked.

"I'll try anything once," Tom smiled back.

Tom started to drink his coffee and tried to change the conversation.

"Wow are these her prices?" Hannah explained as she read on. 

Tom shrugged as casually as he could and quickly changed the conversation.

Later that evening Hannah sat in her flat looking at bills that she couldn't afford to pay. She temped for various advertising agencies and the recession had meant that she hadn't worked in over six months. She was close to being evicted from her apartment.

She poured a glass of wine and looked out of the window. How could that mistress earn so much, all she did was tie people up. The mistress looked about 40, she was almost 10 years younger and much better looking. Why would Tom want to see her? He was a great looking guy who could get any girl he wanted.

'Perhaps I could undercut her prices', Hannah thought to herself with a nervous smile. 'It might be fun and anyway it would be a way to get to know him, plus earn money!' She finished her glass and jumped up to change.

Tom put down his report and opened the door for the second time that night. Hannah stood there wearing a yellow summer dress that only reached halfway to her knees. Hannah smiled as she saw him glance down at her legs.

"Perhaps I can undercut her price," she opened nervously.

"Sorry?" Tom replied.

"Your mistress, I will do what she does for only a third of her price."

Tom watched as she blushed. She'd obviously been drinking and was fidgeting as she spoke. Being tied up had been fun and Hannah was certainly a sexy woman, but he liked the anonymity of seeing a stranger and letting a neighbour tie him up didn't feel right. But then she really did look good in that dress.

"But I'm not sure I'll go again," he replied, "it really was just to try."

She crossed her arms and started to look embarrassed. "I'm sorry," she stuttered.

He smiled as he watched her reaction, "OK, why not, that would be great."

"Really?" she asked wiping a few tears from her eyes.

As arranged, Tom knocked on her door at 7pm the next evening. 

"You look great," he smiled as he again admired the yellow dress.

"I bought these," she smiled as she pulled out a pair of hinged handcuffs and a pair of foot cuffs. Both restraints were high security and could only be opened with a unique key, "I hope you like them."

Tom looked at the cuffs with slight fear. The dominatrix had mainly used rope which on the whole he'd managed to wriggle out of. There would be no way to wriggle out of Hannah's cuffs.

"They look good to me," he smiled, "assuming you let me out again."

Hannah giggled, "Please take off your shirt and lie on the floor with your hands behind your back, please,"

Tom was amused by the politeness of her request and by the way she struggled to lock the cuffs around his wrists. Although by the time she's finished she'd locked and double locked the cuffs very tightly around his wrists. She then secured one foot cuff before passing the chain around the handcuffs and back on to his second ankle. Within a few seconds Tom was securely hog cuffed.

"Not bad," he said as he tested the cuffs and soon realised that there was no way that he'd ever be able to escape.

Hannah watched him struggle in the chains, "Would you prefer it if you had the keys?"

He smiled, "Hannah, I think that would defeat the points!"

"OK, I'll keep them."

He watched as Hannah perched on the edge of the sofa with her knees together and her ankles crossed and placed the keys into a pocket in her dress. She certainly was a unique dominatrix.

"Let me know if you want me to unlock you," she smiled as she brushed her dark hair behind her shoulders. 

He smiled, "Hannah, remember it's you that's in control here, I should stay locked up until you decide to let me go."

"Oh OK, sorry."

He smiled.

"So what do we do now?" she asked innocently, "what did that other woman do?"

"I'm not sure you're up to what she did," he smiled.

"Why, what sort of things?"

Tom paused, wondering whether to go on. "OK, well after she tied me up she left me for a while and I had no idea when she'd return. When she did, she gagged me with her panties and sat on my face. She then locked me in a chastity belt and then locked me in a steel cage.

Tom smiled as he watched her reaction. 

"Wow!"

"But don't worry you don't have to do that, not at the first session at least," he smiled. 

"I want to."

"No this is good for today."

"I thought you said that I was in charge?" she persisted.

"Well yes...."

Hannah jumped up and stood above him, one foot either side of his head. 

"Any final words?" she asked.

Tom looked up as she reached up inside her dress and slowly pulled down her knickers, letting the silk rub along her long tanned legs.

"Wow, you're...." were the final words he said before she stuffed her panties completely into his mouth. She made sure that his mouth was completely closed before wrapping duct tape tightly around his head. 

She then sat back down on the sofa with her ankles crossed.

"Like that?" she smiled as she looked down at her manacled, gagged prisoner.

Tom looked backed completely amazed. That had been so sexy. He wanted to get up and kiss her, but of course he couldn't.

Hannah caught the look in his eye which only turned her on even more. F**k he was sexy. But hey, so was she, she'd just stuffed her panties into a guys mouth!

Hannah stood up, took the keys from her pocket and dropped them between her breasts.

"Try to get out of that," she purred as she rubbed her hands down her dress and back up her legs and under her dress.

She saw that she was trembling and very turned on. Only yesterday she had been afraid to talk to this great guy, now he was her prisoner and she could do anything she liked to him. 

Tom watched as she blew him a kiss and walked out of the front door with nothing on under her short dress. She closed the door and Tom heard her lock it behind her. He had no idea where she was going or how long she'd be.

She had left him completely helpless, he couldn't move and couldn't call for help. He imagined her walking down the street, her long legs striding out, her short dress blowing up as she walked.

***

Tom's image of Hannah confidently striding down the road, giving lucky passers by glimpses of her tanned thighs, and possibly even more, as her short summery dress moved with her body, were completely wrong.

Unknown to Tom, Hannah was sitting on the step outside her door with her legs crossed, nervously sliding one high heeled shoe on and off her foot, trying to manage all of her nervous excitement. She felt the keys between her breasts. She had chained up a sexy guy in her apartment and he was now her helpless prisoner. She'd even gagged him with her panties! She took some deep breaths.

What else had the other mistress done to him? Sit on his face? That would be fun, she could certainly do that. Lock him in a cage? That might be harder. Lock him in Chastity? she liked the idea of that, but how would she do it? Hannah stood up, pulled her dress as far down her legs as it would go and walked down the steps to the street and headed for the nearest 'adult' shop.

Tom heard her footsteps fade into the distance. This wasn't how he'd expected things to turn out, but it was certainly fun. He'd never really noticed Hannah before, but now the image of her in her yellow dress standing above him was all he could think about. The only slight problem was that Hannah had locked the cuffs too tightly. In her innocence she had squeezed the cuffs until they would go no further. Although she had made no mistake in double locking them securely in place. There was no way he was going to escape without the key. Blood was still flowing, but his wrists and ankles were starting to ache.

Tom tried to bring his cuffed hands from the back to the front, but couldn't get them around his butt. Still, after much effort he was able to get to his knees and start edging his way across the lounge. He had seen Hannah take the cuffs from a drawer in her bedroom, perhaps she had left a spare key there.

He peered into the open drawer only to see Hannah's underwear. He smiled as he saw various panties and bras, mainly in whites, flowery pattern and pastel colours. Not the wardrobe of a typical dominatrix. He couldn't see a spare key and with hands cuffed behind his back could only use his face to search the drawer. Her scent was beautiful and he lost himself for a few moments with his face buried in material. However there was no spare key, Hannah must have taken them all with her. Knowing that there was no way to get free from the overly tight cuffs, he crawled back to where Hannah had left him, laid down and waited for her return.

Hannah checked the street and quickly ducked into the sex shop. Heart pounding, she started to search the shelves.

"Can I help you love," the guy asked, wondering what this woman, who wouldn't have looked out of place in an English summer's day picture postcard, was doing in his shop.

"I want to buy a chastity thing," she replied while avoiding his gaze

"For you?" he asked.

"No! For a guy."

"OK... what about this chastity cage?"

"Yes, I'll take it." she quickly replied.

After a few more questions, Hannah left the shop as quickly as she could with her eyes fixed securely on the pavement. She reached her apartment and waited by the door composing herself. She checked that the key was still in her bra and ruffled her long brown hair out around her face. He'd told her that she had to be in charge, she was going to try her best.

Hannah unlocked the door and walked in with her sexiest walk. 

"I see you haven't managed to escape from my handcuffs," she smiled as she knelt down on the floor next to him and tucked her skirt in modestly around her.

Tom turned over on to his side and looked up at her beautiful, but uncertain face. 

"I'm going to put you in a chastity, umm, thing now," Hannah announced without much authority. She then held up the heavy steel chastity cage.

Shit, if the cuffs were anything to go by, this was going to be painful, Tom thought as she started to undo his jeans and slide them down over his hips. Hannah touched his penis very gently and smiled to herself. 

Tom studied her face intently as she spent the next ten minutes fitting the chastity tube on his dick. The cage fitted him tightly, but she was so gentle that he hardly felt any discomfort. He finally heard a small click which was immediately followed by a more confident smile across Hannah's face. Only then did she look at him.

"How does it feel?" she asked as she peeled off the duct tape and pulled her wet panties from his mouth.

"I wasn't expecting a steel chastity cage," he replied.

"Too late now," she smiled.

The dominatrix had locked him in a plastic chastity device, but whether it was because this was steel, or because it was an amateur locking him inside, this time it all felt scarier.

"Perhaps I should hold the key this first time," Tom suggested.

Hannah smiled and shook her head, he was obviously just testing her again. "This key belongs to me," she purred. She sat down on the sofa and crossed her legs. 

"How does it feel?" she asked as she played with the padlock key.

"Tight, particularly when I'm watching you in that dress." he replied

"Go on, see if can get an erection." she smiled.

He laughed, "Hannah, I would have one right now if it wasn't for your cage!"

"Wow, you really can't use it, can you?" she purred as she ran the key between her lips. She recrossed her legs.

"Hannah, that's not helping!"

This was starting to get frustrating for Tom, "Hannah, this has been fantastic, thank you. I hope we can do it again some time."

"We haven't finished yet," she smiled, "I've got two things left to do."

Tom looked confused.

"Sit on your face and lock you in a cage."

Shit, he'd only said those things to get a reaction from Hannah. He hadn't done all of them with the dominatrix and certainly didn't expect Hannah to do them all to him right then.

"Maybe it's time to sit on your face," she purred as she knelt down with her knees either side of his head.

He looked up between her legs. She still wasn't wearing any knickers, had she forgotten? Surely she wasn't going to sit on him naked? 

Tom was about to remind her when she lowered her naked butt straight on to his face, but with so little pressure that she barely touched.

"Tell me if you get squashed." she said.

Tom laughed, "I will, but so far no problem."

"Oh right," she smiled, "you want a little harder?"

"Try your whole weight." he advised.

Hannah felt embarrassed, she was supposed to be in charge here. 'Try this', she thought as she sat on him with all of her weight and waited for inevitable reaction. As he started to struggle, Hannah reacted by tightening her thighs to hold him in place. Tom was starting to get desperate by the time Hannah finally lifted up.

"How was it?" she asked politely, "Do you want to go back inside my skirt?"

"Wait." Tom gasped as he caught his breath.

"Too bad, I'm in charge." she smiled as she pulled out her cheeks and sat back down on his face.

Finally, she felt like she was in control. She could feel him struggling beneath her which only increased her sense of power and turned her on even more. She finally climbed off him and knelt back down next to his head. All he could taste and smell was her scent. His wrists and ankles were now red and his dick ached like hell.

"How was that?" she asked innocently as she pulled her skirt around legs and brushed her hand back over her shoulders.

"You're a natural at this," Tom gasped.

"Thanks," Hannah smiled, looking genuinely pleased.

Tom looked up at her big brown eyes which were now starting to obsess him. Why hadn't he noticed her before, she was an incredibly sexy woman.

"I'm afraid I don't have a cage, I'll have to buy one for next time," Hannah purred.

"I'll look forward to it," Tom answered honestly.

Hannah pulled the cuff keys from her bra and rattled them above Tom's head.

"Shall I unlock you?" she asked.

"It's up to you." he smiled back.

Hannah looked at his cuffed wrists, "They're all red!" 

"You did make them very tight."

"Oh, I'm sorry," she replied, putting her hand to her mouth.

Tom smiled, she was unique.

"You should have said something."

"I had your panties in my mouth."

Hannah looked a little embarrassed.

Tom kissed her thigh which was only an inch from where he lay, "You were great Hannah."

Once Hannah had worked out which way the key went in and which way it turned, she unlocked the hand and foot cuffs.

"You've been chained up for over two hours." Hannah observed as she folded up the restraints.

"It feels like it." Tom smiled as he climbed to his feet and pulled up his jeans.

"I haven't unlocked your chastity cage," Hannah said holding out the key.

Tom took the key and placed it in the middle of the coffee table and poured two glasses on red wine from the bottle he'd brought. They sat opposite each other across the table drinking and talking and both occasionally glancing at the key.

Finally Tom picked up the key and stood up to leave. "Can I keep the chastity cage as a souvenir until next time?"

Hannah smiled, "Of course, that way I'm guaranteed of repeat business."

With that he dropped the key into her dress pocket, kissed her the cheek and left her apartment with his penis still securely under her lock and key. He returned to his flat, poured half a glass of whiskey, downed half with the first gulp and closed his eyes. 

***

The next morning Tom woke, remembered the night before and smiled to himself. Yesterday had been fun, even if he had had to induct his own dominatrix. He felt a slight ache between his legs and reached down to feel the steel chastity cage tightly encasing his cock. 'Shit, that's right', he had left the key to the cage with Hannah'. What had he been thinking? 

In the next door apartment, Hannah woke, with the padlock key still in her hand. She took it and rubbed it gently between her legs. Wow, had she really done all those things to her sexy neighbour? She must be some sort of sex goddess! And she still had his cock locked up. For once she wouldn't have to feel lonely and jealous when his multiple girlfriends knocked on his door. He may not be her boyfriend, but having him locked in chastity had to be the next best thing.

It didn't take Tom long to realise that he couldn't go to work that day, his wrists were still red from Hannah's handcuffs. So if he couldn't work, there was only one other thing to do, go and see his neighbour.

Hannah opened the door, casually dressed in blue jeans and tight fitting t-shirt with her hair in a ponytail.

"Can I buy you a coffee?" he asked.

"Are you asking me or this key out for coffee?" Hannah smiled back as she produced the key to the chastity cage from the back pocket of her jeans.

"You, but the key can come too." 

"OK, we'd both love to come."

He watched intently as she slid the key back into her pocket, where it lay safely pinned against her butt. He could have wrestled the key from her if he'd wanted, but right then he was loving the power that she had over him and loving how excited she seemed with their arrangement.

They sat on stools in the window of the local coffee shop.

"Does it hurt?" Hannah asked.

"Its fine," Tom smiled at his beautiful and most considerate dominatrix.

"Let me know if you want me to let you out, I have the key right here." she said tapping her jeans.

"Yes mistress," he joked.

As if remembering her role Hannah said, "I'm still going to lock you inside a cage, like that other woman." And then after a short pause, "Where do you think I can get a cage?"

They left the cafe and Tom watched Hannah walk up the street, wondering how she might tackle the next challenge. As he watched her butt, his cock started to ache. She was certainly doing something right.

Two hours later Hannah knocked on his door, took his hand and led him into her apartment. 

"It's a tool trunk," Tom remarked as he examined the steel box in the middle of Hannah's lounge.

"It was all I could find." she replied somewhat disappointed by his reaction.

"Its thick metal, you won't be able to escape."

"I know, that's what I'm worried about."

"Oh but that's the fun part isn't it?"

"OK let's give it a try." he smiled.

"Cuffs first," Hannah said as she held up the heavy restraints.

"Hannah, my wrists are still red from where you cuffed me up yesterday."




Hannah



"That's only because you tried to struggle," she purred, "just accept that there's no way out without my keys and you'll be fine."

"And maybe don't lock them as tightly?"

"But you weren't able to escape were you?"

"Well, no..."

"So I must have done it right." she giggled.

Hannah found herself getting more and more confident. This was partly as a result of becoming familiar with the restraints, but also because chaining Tom up was such a huge turn on for her.

However she still lacked the real mean dominatrix instinct and so went to find one of her old silk scarfs and with scissors cut it into two. She then gently wrapped one half around Tom's left wrist and tied it in place with a small knot. She then took the heavy steel cuff and slowly ratcheted it closed around his wrist.

"OK, that's good." Tom smiled as she squeezed the cuff tighter around his wrist.

"Just one more click, for me?" she purred and she continued to tighten.

"Hannah, there is no way I'm slipping out of that!"

"I know," she giggled as she tightened another three clicks and engaged the double lock. 

Tom watched as she locked the other cuff equally tightly around his right wrist and then did the same with his ankles. Tom stood there chained hand and foot as Hannah lifted the trunk's steel lid. 

Inside she had already placed a mat. He kicked off his shoes and climbed in and lay down on his back with his knees drawn up to his chest. Hannah placed a few cushions around to fill any gaps. 

"I had the shop drill some small holes in this end of the lid so that you can see out a little and of course breathe." the brunette explained as she looked down at him.

"Hannah you're too kind."

"Don't speak too soon." she giggled.

"This is tight fit, I'm not sure the lid will close."

"Let's find out." she smiled as she gently lowered it in place. 

With an inch left to go, the lid was resting on Tom's legs. Determined for this to work, Hannah placed a knee on the lid and forced it closed. She then flicked the two padlock hasps in place to hold the lid shut.

"I can't move a muscle. My nose is even touching the lid!" Tom complained as he looked up at Hannah through the small drill holes.

Hannah almost didn't hear him as she pulled out two large padlocks and in her excitement fumbled as she tried to unlock them.

"Hannah, I really can't move at all!"

But Hannah's focus was only on the padlocks as she slipped them through the hasps and locked them in place. Her excitement mounted as the second lock clicked shut. She then held up her key ring above the trunk so that he could see it through the drill holes and counted out the keys.

"This one is for your hands, this one for your feet, this one for the box and this one... for your cock," she smiled as she slowly and deliberately slipped all the keys into the back pocket of her jeans. She then ran into her room and lay down on her bed. She unbuttoned her jeans and ran her hands up and down between her legs. 

She was buzzing with excitement. A few days earlier, she had been too shy to talk to him, now she had him locked in her trunk. He was quite literally her property, she had the only keys to release him. She had to get some air. She changed into a white top and bright pink running shorts and walked back into the lounge. 

The tight confines of the steel box were starting to freak Tom out. He was just about to call out to Hannah to ask her to release him when she walked back into view and dropped the keys into the pocket of the sexiest little running shorts he'd ever seen. Seeing her butt in those shorts swung his emotions the other way and he said nothing and just lay there and watched her stretch.

"Nice shorts," Tom finally remarked from inside the trunk.

"What about now?" Hannah smiled as she faced away from him and touched her toes.

"And what about now?" Hannah purred as she sat on the box just above his head and in so doing took away Tom's only light and fresh air.

"Anyway, I'm going to for a run to let you enjoy the trunk in peace." Hannah smiled as she jumped up and once again left Tom alone unable to do anything other than await her return.

She returned half an hour later , out of breathe and glowing with perspiration. She walked over to the trunk and without saying a word, stripped off her damp top and bra. She then pulled off her shorts and knickers. 

"Wow, you look amazing." Tom said through the steel lid.

"Thank you," Hannah smiled as she held out her dirty running kit and dropped in on to the air holes, plunging Tom once again in to darkness. Tom could only lie there and smell her scent as he listened to her shower.

Ten minutes later she returned to the lounge wearing her yellow dress. "What do you think," she smiled as she gave him a twirl. 

After giving him only a few seconds to admire her outfit, Hannah pulled out her dress and sat her knicker clad butt down over the air holes and placed the keys to the trunk in her lap. She giggled as she heard the heard the inevitable coughing from her prisoner below. She had sprayed perfume on her butt which was now only half an inch from Tom's face, he was now breathing in almost pure D&G. Her initial coyness was fading fast.

"So do you think you can get out of there?" Hannah purred.

Tom was starting to realise how much his imprisonment was turning her on.

"No way, I'm completely at your mercy Hannah." 

He heard her giggle and felt her butt wriggle above him.

"You know you're going to have to make it worth my while to let you out."

Tom smiled, "What about dinner tonight at Annisa?"

"Mmm, I'd love to!"

"And if I buy you champagne will you also unlock the cock cage?"

Hannah thought for a moment and then replied, "Not a chance, that key stays with me."

While still sitting on the trunk, Hannah picked up her book from the coffee table, crossed her legs and started to read. Her underwear was still blocking all of the air holes. The little air that Tom had was thick with perfume and was starting to heat up. 

"Hey, aren't you going to unlock me?"

"Yes....but not yet.....never rush a girl when she's getting ready for a big night out..."



Hannah



Mmmm let's see.

I walk into your kitchen. You're leaning over the table reading something. My eyes travel from the nice red 4 inch heels you are wearing, up your calf to your thighs, to the short little dress that only just covers that cute little butt of yours. I move in behind you and place my hands on your hips.

You lean back against me as I nuzzle your neck, slowly kissing that little spot just beneath your ear.

My hands, never idle, have moved across your stomach and have come to rest cupping your full breasts.

I run a thumb over each nipple until they stand erect you sigh and melt against me.

My left hand tweaks your nipples. I kiss your neck while my right hand moves down your side and onto your hip, slowly travelling down your thigh and under your oh so short skirt. 

Your bare thigh feels so soft as I gently rub your ass, god it feels so good. I move my hand from your ass, across your hip and reach around tracing circles on your skin.

You grind your ass against my hardness making me groan. 

I can see the little smile on your face.

You think you have me now.

I place my hand on your white cotton panties, oh they're so wet you naughty girl...

I gently run a finger under the leg of your panties. Oh, clean shaven and smooth just how I like it.

You move your hips trying to guide my fingers to your wetness.

I whisper, "Not yet naughty girl, I am exploring."

You groan in response...



I move my hand to the buttons on your shirt, undoing them one handed, working my way from top to bottom. My hand slides over your stomach and I cup your breast.

I tweak a nipple and you groan, I twist it and you grip the edge of the table harder. By this time I have found your clit, you are grinding against my fingers, you gasp as you near orgasm.

I remove my hands and you squeal in frustration.

I bend you over the table, your breasts pressed against the table, your nipples rubbing against the material rubbing your nipples.

I instruct you to grip the other side if the table and not let go or I will punish you.

I stand back and admire the soft curve of your ass.

I flip your little skirt up to expose your white cotton panties. I kneel behind you and hook my fingers under your knickers.

You won't be needing these, I slide them down your legs.

I spread your legs exposing your pussy, oh my your juices are running down your inner thighs.

I run my hands up the inside of your legs, I feel you shudder as I get closer.

I place a hand on each soft cheek of your ass. I spread you open and slowly lean in.



I can smell your arousal and the heat radiating from your pussy. I poke out my tongue and run it along your labia you groan and thrust your pussy against me.

I move in closer and run the flat of my tongue over your clit, you squeal in delight. With both hands holding you open I attack your sweet smooth pussy trying to get as much as I can in my mouth.

I start at your clit and run my tongue across your pussy then smile as I run my tongue over your little rose bud. I work on your little butt driving you wild.

I insert a finger into your tight little pussy and finger fuck you. As I attack your ass you are moaning and thrashing around.

I stop and stand up. You beg, "Please don't stop, I'm so close."

I look at you all hot and bothered you hear me undo my zipper and drop my jeans.

"Yes," you say, "fuck, please!"

I step forward, my hard cock in my hand. You go to twist around to look at my cock but I use a hand to restrain you.

"No looking baby just feel it."

I step up to you and you feel the head of my cock scrape across your wet slick pussy.

I place it at your entrance and push just the head inside. 

You gasp at my thickness.

"Yes," you say, "do it... Fuck me." 

I grab your hips and whisper, "Are you ready baby?"

Before you have a chance to say anything I bury my length in your tight little pussy. I stand there buried to the hilt my balls slapping your clit.

I slowly pull out and start to fuck you with long slow deliberate strokes.

You start groaning and thrashing around as I fuck you.

You let go of the table and start to arch your back. 

"Naughty girl, I said don't let go."

I grab your hands roughly and pull them down by your sides and use them as leverage as I start to fuck you harder. You feel so good sweat glistening on your skin as I fuck you. You tell me you're going to cum, I tell you, "I'm close so hurry."

My hands holding your arm stop you as you try to grind back against me.

"Oh god you bastard, fuck me," you say. I double my efforts and you fall over the brink as you start to come on my cock, telling me how much you love it.

I'm so close but I have plans for you. Just before I come I pull out, drag you off the table and push you to your knees at my feet.

I hold your hair and tilt your head up as I stroke myself. I feel my heart pounding as my cum shoots out directed at your tits and neck. You have a look of pure lust on your face as you lean forward and open your mouth you poke out your tongue. I place the head of my cock on your tongue and shoot the last of my cum in your mouth.

You lean forward and engulf my cock in your sweet hot mouth.



As I collapse back against the table I see you have three fingers buried in your pussy.

You're such a bad girl.



Hannah & Ariel Pt. 01



Hannah and Ariel, both 18, grew up next door to each other. Hannah, 5'5" weighing about 115 lbs. has long wavy blonde hair that extends well past her shoulders. Her slim build and 36C bust line turned the heads of men and women everywhere. 

Ariel, almost an identical match from the shoulders down, has long flowing deep red hair which also extended well past her shoulders. She stood maybe an inch taller at 5'6" and a pound or two more. Her perfect 36C tits seemed a tad bigger than her friend's, but they did wear the same size bra and often shared their clothes with each other. Again, like Hannah, she had no problem turning the heads of men and women everywhere she went. In fact, both of them loved the attention they got. Though, neither would admit it to each other, they especially loved the attention they received from the women.

Practically growing up together, they regarded each other as almost sisters. They've known each other for as long as either remembered. Their mothers, both 35 now, knew each other since they met in middle school. Like their daughters, they did everything together, got in trouble together and also got pregnant together, right after high school. Not wanting their daughters falling into the same traps they did as teenagers, they decided to avoid the peer pressures of drinking and drugs for their daughters and home schooled them. Both Hannah and Ariel lived sheltered and very protective lives. That does not mean they didn't find trouble on their own however. They both discovered cigarettes, booze and boys. They also discovered a new interest that they did not share with each other. Both of them were intrigued with girl girl confrontations. More precisely, sexual confrontations. 

For Hannah, she realized this when her mother and Karen, a woman who lived across the street from them, got into a heated argument at a community gathering. Her mother, Haley, is considered by most as a milf. Haley kept her blonde hair just above her shoulders, which reflected her youthful appearance but also professional for her work. Standing at 5'4" she kept her body toned. Her body showing more curves now than when she was younger, still had it. Her tits, a perfect 36D, still were nice and firm, though not as perky as they were before child birth. Karen on the other hand has short dark hair, with a similar body type, 38 years old. A milf in her own right as well. Her 32DD's seemed to defy gravity. What Hannah saw that day, stuck in her mind forever. 

Haley and Karen were standing a little distance away from the rest of the crowd when Hannah heard shouting. She looked over to see her mother and Karen getting in each other's faces. She moved closer to see and hear what was going on, though she couldn't hear much, what she saw is what intrigued her the most. Here, her mother and Karen were toe to toe, face to face. Noses and foreheads coming together. Their mouths so close, they were almost kissing each other as they shouted over each other trying to make their points known. Their tits were brushing against the others, then suddenly pressed together firmly as neither woman backed down. Hannah's heart began to race, she felt a tingle she never felt before, longing to see what next was going to happen, both women heard someone approaching and separated. When Hannah was going back to the party, her eye caught Kayla, Karen's daughter, leaving. Both made eye contact but stayed away from each other, though there was an obvious animosity at the time.

Later that evening, Hannah laid in bed, re-living that moment over and over again. She began to imagine how the fight might have played out if they hadn't been interrupted. Her mind drifted off, vividly she imagined her mom and Karen engaging in a hard kissing fight. Their lips mashing together hard, then slightly separating, tongues swirling and twirling around, then moving in for another hard deep kiss. Mixed saliva oozing from the corners of their seal lips, dripping off their chins. Both with a hand in each other's hair, the other hand gripping the other's ass. Thighs wedged in between legs, grinding against the other's pussy. As they bumped and grinded, the kissing broke. Her mom's cheek pressed hard against Karen's as they began to hurl insults and threats at each other. For many nights after, she had imagined, her mom fighting other women around the neighborhood, and many more she saw. Not only did she imagine her mom, she imagined Ariel's mom and Ariel fighting other women she encountered. Though she had an urge to fight herself, she found herself often intimidated and wouldn't dare do it. She often imagined herself fighting but mostly preferred to imagine other women fighting. Not only people she knew but random people she saw out and about. 

Ariel, like Hannah, watched her mother Ashley in a confrontation with another woman named Lauren. Lauren and her daughter Lola lived close by their area. Their encounter occurred near the mall in the parking garage. Both had tried to maneuver into the only free parking space available in which they almost had a small fender bender. Ashley's moderately long deep red hair fell just past her shoulders. Her impressive 34D's jutted out nicely, filling out her tank top, showing ample cleavage. Her toned body was enough to make a woman of any age envious. Lauren's long light red hair was tied back in a ponytail. Her body was equally impressive, her large tits seemed to the same size as Ashley's. Both women standing at about 5'5" or 5'6". 

Ashley and Lauren jumped out their cars at the same time and confronted each other. Neither backing down, stood face to face, their breasts brushing off the other as they both laid claim to the last parking space. Soon they were pressing nose to nose, forehead resting against forehead. A slight turn of either's head would have resulted in them kissing. Not a word spoken now, just two red head women staring hate into each other, tits pressing hard against tits, trying to make the other back down. Ariel and Lola jumped out of the car to get a closer look. Standing beside each other, the girls' shoulders only about an inch apart. Both Ariel and Lola stared intently at the body contact between their mothers. That's when they caught each other from the corners of their eyes. They turned their heads to look at each other then back again to their mothers. Suddenly, security showed up and broke them up. 

When Ariel got in bed for the night, she began to replay that moment in her head. Watching her mom and Lauren standing toe to toe, their bodies pressed together tightly. What would have happened if they weren't separated. Would she and Lola, who had the same body type as Ariel though, with slightly smaller tits, stood off the same way as their mothers. Ariel began to imagine her mom and Lola's mom wrapping a hand in each other's hair and wrapping their other hands around their backs in a heated, hard kissing fight. She began to wonder if her and Lola started to fight like this, would their mothers watch and urge them on. She now wished she did confront Lola like her mom confronted Lauren, body to body. From the way Lola was watching them, she seemed like she wanted to fight like this. So many thoughts poured through her head as she began dreaming of her mom fighting. She spent many nights after imagining her, Hannah, or her mom and Hannah's mom fighting other women. 

While the girls shared details of almost everything in their lives, the one thing they kept to themselves is their interest in girl fights. Perhaps one of the reasons was that they didn't know if women fought like that at all. Maybe it was just a fantasy they had. Though they never wanted to fight each other, they often wondered what the others tits would like pressed against their own. They would occasionally hug, maybe a bit longer at times but not too long to give away their intentions. Other times they would walk together, Ariel's arm over Hannah's shoulder while Hannah's arm would be around Ariel's waist. Ariel's left tit would sway and brush against Hannah's right tit, both of them loving the contact but pretended not to care. While they were both intimidated about fighting, they would have loved to watch their friend fight another girl and often daydreamed about them fighting with girls they saw when they were out. 

They didn't witness as many girl fights as they hoped, but they still fantasized about them. Both Ariel and Hannah often thought about getting into fights now more than imagining about others fighting but they still never ever thought fighting each other.

The girls, now getting ready for college were getting excited for a new chapter in their lives. After years of being home schooled they couldn't wait to start though, they would be still living at home, they did gain a sense of freedom from what they had before. Life changing would seem the best way to describe the feeling they had now...



Hannah & Ariel Pt. 02-03



Hannah and Ariel...Part 2

After the third week of college, the transition of college is going very smoothly for Hannah and Ariel. After years of being home schooled, they did have some concerns about fitting in. The one thing they did notice during lunch or in the ladies room was the cattiness between so many girls. This was a whole new experience for them. They did get a few catty remarks thrown their way and they were quick to give one back. Never had they heard girls calling each other "slut", "whore", "cunt" and "bitch" so often. Deep inside both Hannah and Ariel were loving it though neither would admit it to each other. 

At the beginning of the fourth week, there seemed to be more cattiness than usual. Girls were not only hurling insults, there were more "accidental" shoulder bumps than usual. They found out later it was due to the up coming "Sadie Hawkins" dance, where the girls ask the guys out. If a girl suspected another girl is interested in "her" man, it meant war. The college has a zero tolerance towards violence, so the girls were sure to avoid anything physical without making it looking accidental. That was on campus, what happens off campus, well that's another story. There were some girls wearing dark glasses and extra make up trying to conceal scratches and welts, while others didn't try to hide their marks. One girl not only had scratch marks on her cleavage but a bite mark too. Proudly showing off her wounds as trophies, if you will, to show other girls who the bitch on top was. 

While the girls loved the cattiness around the campus they were a little disappointed they didn't see any confrontations, but it was still only Wednesday so there was still two days to go before Saturdays dance. There was still a chance something would happen. 

Friday lunch time had come and gone, the girls were getting ready to start the afternoon classes. Together they walked to the ladies room, both felt a little down because they were looking forward to seeing something start up. The girls sensed the other was feeling down but never questioned each other. 

When they entered the ladies room, there were 4 girls standing in front of the 6 stalls. They were instructed by two petite girls, Ella who is Charlie's friend and Riley, who is Nikki's Bff, to stand in front of the two middle stall doors. The other two girls, Capri and Madison, they know from the smoking area on campus. They were about the same height and weight of Hannah and Ariel, but since they always wore baggy outfits, they couldn't get a good measure of their bodies. Not sure what was going on, they decided to do it. Across from the stalls another 2 girls were in front of the 4 sinks and wide mirror. A blonde they both knew as Nikki stood at 5'4" and has 34C's and a brunette, Charlie, also about 5'4" with 34C's. Both clad in tight jeans and a t-shirts, both bra-less. Both girls had similar bodies to Hannah and Ariel, they appeared to have the same size tits as them too. While Nikki had the first area, Charlie had the other spot at the last. About a six foot area was left between them. The two girls in front of the sinks were fixing their make up and hair, paying special attention to the amount of lip gloss they were applying. Hannah and Ariel counted at least three coats for each of them. When the girls were satisfied with their looks, they turned and faced each other. "Ready Bitch?" followed by "Lets go Cunt!"

The two girls, a blonde and a brunette came together hard. Their left hands flew into each other's hair, pulling their faces closer, the rights grabbing the ass cheeks of the other as their bodies slammed together, they both slid a thigh between the others legs. Their lips came together and tongues were driven deep inside the others mouths. Hannah and Ariel could barley contain their excitement as they watched the blonde and brunette attack each other with such vicious sexual fury. 

The two girls had their heads tilted opposite each other as they drove their tongues deep in the others mouth, the top side of their tongues licking and rubbing hard together as each girl felt the full length of the others tongue. Salvia building up in each of their mouths, dripping from corners of their sealed lips. Their tits compressing together and mushrooming out. The kiss broke and and several strands of spit connected their mouths and chins. Cheek to cheek, they smeared and licked the mixed saliva on each other's faces, cheek against cheek, the two girls rubbing their coated faces into each other. "Fucking whore" "Fucking slut" "cunt" "bitch" were shouted at each other. The two girls then tilted their heads again and sealed their lips for another hard deep sloppy kiss. This one lasting about 5 minutes. Again the girls returned cheek to cheek, even more spit coated their faces. Insults thrown in between breaths, gasping for air as their breathing was becoming more ragged. 

After 20 minutes of hard kissing, pussies grinding against thighs, they both appeared to be close to orgasm. Then a last scream was heard as they called each other "whore and "cunt," their mouths, teeth, and tongues came together hard. Muffled screams were heard as the grinding intensified. The blonde's grip on the brunette began to weaken and her body tensed up. She was the one to cum first. The brunette finished herself off about 5 seconds later. 

Hannah and Ariel were just about out of their minds watching them, while trying to hide the excitement from each other. One of the other 4 girls, Ella, who looked about 5 feet tall looked to Hannah and Ariel, just so there is no mistake, you know my girl Charlie won, right? "Yeah for sure," "uh huh" Hannah and Ariel replied. Riley, who is barely 5 feet tall, chimed in "Bitch got lucky! Nikki beat her before and you know it." Capri and Madison both spoke up and said they saw that fight too and both said Nikki won. The two small girls came face to face, body to body, Hannah and Ariel thought they were going to witness another fight. They had missed the first class of the afternoon but neither cared. Just as the girls appeared to start up, the door opened, "Cleaning staff, anyone in here?" The girls separated and the room cleared out. 

Hannah had one class left for the day while Ariel had two left. They quickly made plans to meet after supper at "their spot." Their spot was a secluded place, just off a walking trail with a big rock to sit on. They would go to there to hide and smoke cigarettes, now they go there to drink beer too. 

The rest of the afternoon dragged on for both of the girls, they couldn't concentrate on anything but the fight. They decided this was going to be the night they would share their secret obsession with their friend. Mustering up the nerve to do it was another thing, both hoping that after a few beers each it would be easier. 

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Hannah and Ariel...Part 3

Hannah and Ariel both in jean shorts and camisole type tops, made their way to the corner store. The evening air was still warm but cooling some as the sun went down. The cool air causing the two bra-less girls nipples to show. They managed to do some flirting with the clerk and convinced him to sell them some beer and cigarettes. Once the girls reached their spot, they cracked open a beer, lit a smoke and toasted to another week down at college. 

After some small talk, the girls loosened up some and the topic of conversation changed. They talked about all the girls being so catty especially this past week and eventually it led into the fight they saw.

"So do you think those girls were actually fighting?" Ariel asked.

"I think so, they didn't seem to like each other too much, but if they hated each other, why would they make out like that?" Hannah replied.

"I dunno, it seemed kinda of strange, I never seen anything like it before."

Ariel said. 

The girls now trying to find some validation from each other as to why they have this obsession about girl fights. 

"Would you ever get into a fight like that?" Ariel asked.

"I guess so, if I was challenged, I mean I couldn't back down or else it would me look like a wuss." Hannah said.

Meanwhile she wanted to say "Fuck yeah I would!" "What about you, would you fight like that?" She asked Ariel.

Ariel was about to blurt out "fucking right I would" but caught herself and said "Well yeah, if was I challenged, you can't let those bitches walk over you." was her response. 

"Well we almost saw a second fight too, if the cleaning staff didn't show up." Hannah mentioned. 

Hannah and Ariel lit up a smoke and opened their last beer. They were both now working up the nerve to tell each other the truth. 

"Hannah, I got to be honest with you" started Ariel. "I got to tell you something too Ariel" Hannah cutting off Ariel. Then both girls blurted out "you go first!" at the same time. Laughing, "No no, you go first." Hannah insisted. 

Ariel took a long drag of her cigarette, and slowly began "About that fight we saw...well...I been...uhmmm...kinda obsessed with that kind of fighting for a little while now.."

Hannah's eyes popped wide open and she placed her hand on Ariel's thigh "OH MY FUCKING GOD!! Me too!!" It felt a like burden of sorts lifted off her shoulders. "No fucking way!!" Ariel screamed. Neither of them could believe they had the same interest in girl fights. 

"That's insane!!" Why didn't you tell me before?" Hannah laughed

"Me? Why didn't you didn't you say something?" Ariel laughed back. 

Hannah wrapped her left arm around Ariel's back, Ariel's arm around Hannah's shoulders gave each other a side hug, Hannah's left tit and Ariel's right tit came together, pressing together firmly, their nipples poking into each other as they gave each other a short soft kiss. Both overjoyed that they finally told each other and better yet they both have the same obsession. 

On the way home, the girls feeling a bit tipsy, were playfully pushing each other, laughing about how neither girl said anything until now about girl fighting. 

"OMG you're such a fucking bitch!" 

"Me? You're the fucking cunt for not saying anything!" 

"You're such a slut!"

"You're such a big whore!"

Both laughing and mocking the catty girls from school. Ariel walked beside Hannah and draped her arms around Hannah, "Stay at my place tonight?" "Only if you promise to cuddle." Hannah replied. "Hmmm okay" Ariel giggled. 

The girls snuggled in Ariel's bed facing each other. Still in the camisole tops and only panties, the girls smiled as they began to talk to about their newfound interest. 

Ariel: "How long have you've been thinking about girl fights?"

Hannah began to go into detail about her mother and Karen at the BBQ. Watching the women press their bodies together, their tits mushrooming out and how their mouths were so close, it looked like they were kissing from where she was standing. I was hoping they would have started a kissing fight then but someone showed up and they separated, she finished with. Ariel listened and hung onto every word. "Omg, now that would have been something to see, I wish I could have seen that." Hannah started again, it was so close, I don't know what happened after, if they met up again or not. After I was leaving I saw her daughter Kayla, she's a year older than us, she was watching too, we didn't get close but her and I stared down each other, but I have a feeling we will meet up sometime. 

Ariel slowly lowered her hand down inside her panties as she imagined Hannah and her mom fighting the neighbours across the street. "I would love to see you and Kayla fight. Omg you two are so evenly matched and so are your moms." Before Hannah nodded her agreement, she felt Ariel's arm move, "Are you playing with yourself?" Ariel giggled, "Omg, I'm sorry, it just happened, I didn't realize it." Ariel went to move her hand, embarrassed, her and Hannah had never done anything like that before in front of each other. Hannah put her hand in her panties and slowly started playing with herself too. "It's okay, we can do it together." she snuggled in a little closer, her lips almost touching Ariel's,

"So tell me...How did you get interested?" 

Ariel started "Do you remember Lola and her mom Lauren?" "You mean red head Lola and her mom? Don't they live around here?" Hannah interrupted. "Yeah, that's them...well mom and Lola's mom almost had a car accident in the parking garage at the mall and they almost got into it"...Ariel went on to give the rest of the details about the incident, "Me and Lola were standing next to each other watching our moms, we glared at each other and if our moms started to fight, I'm sure me and her would have gotten into a fight too." Ariel said. 

"OMG I would have loved to have seen that, mom and daughter vs mom and daughter." Hannah said. "Do you think your and Lola's moms would have stopped it or let you two fight?" she asked.

"I don't know...she was pretty pissed, she probably would have liked to see me fight Lola too." Ariel answered.

"Would you have fought Kayla in front of your mom?" she then asked.

"Well we were both hiding, watching them from a distance, but if Kayla were to run out, I would have too. I wished she was there beside me watching though." Hannah replied.

"I'm getting wetter just thinking about you and your mom fighting Kayla and her mom, that would be awesome to see." Ariel added. 

"I know if mom and Karen ever get into a fight, I really hope Kayla is there too." Hannah said.

"Me too, if mom and Lauren ever meet up again, I hope Lola is there to fight." Ariel said.

Hannah and Ariel were slowly massaging their clits, their hard nipples just brushing together, their faces just a few inches apart, tasting each other's sweet breath as they spoke. Each girl taking a moment to drink in the moment. 

Ariel: "Have you ever thought of me or my mom fighting anyone?"

Hannah: "Yeah, a lot. I imagined your mom fighting Karen across the street. The blonde woman, Molly, who works at supermarket, you know that one who dresses like a slut all the time? I've seen your mom give her some mean looks. I think they would have a good fight I also thought about you with Mandy, Molly's little sister, and also that brunette with long hair and purple streaks that works at the cosmetic kiosk in the mall, you know the one, big tits, always wearing low cut tops and short skirts and pretty much every hot girl in college. So have you thought about me or my mom fighting?"

Ariel: "Pretty much all the time. I thought about your mom fighting with Lauren, and Jada, the Asian woman that works in the chinese restaurant in the mall. Now those two would be epic. I think about you fighting Jessica, Jada's niece, who also works at the restaurant." giggling, "but the one I think about the most is that blonde who works at The Gap, you know the one who looks something like you? I think about you and her fighting." 

Hannah: "So how'd I do, win, lose?" giggling

Ariel: "Win some lose some, (giggle) How about me, how'd I do?"

Hannah: "about the same" (giggling)

The girls were getting more and more worked up, thoughts of both of them fighting with girls the other had mentioned. 

"I bet the girl you were thinking about with purple streaks in her hair and the blonde at The Gap would be a hot fight."

Ariel said. 

"OMG, that would be so hot, watching them push their tits into each other." Hannah replied, she began to lean her tits into Ariel's tits. 

"Their lips touching and watching their tongues twirling and swirling" Ariel continued, leaning in pushing her tits harder into Hannah's. 

"Then they turn their heads and begin to drive their tongues deep in each other's mouths, spit dripping from between their lips" Hannah said, pushing her tits hard against Ariel's tits, then she moved her head opposite Ariel's and kissed her deeply. Both of them licking the full length of each other's tongues. The mixed saliva began to seep from their mouths onto their chins. 

Hannah and Ariel began to finger themselves at a feverish pace, muffled screams of pleasure filled both of their mouths. Both of the girls came to an orgasm almost immediately. Once the waves of pleasure subsided in both of them, they rolled on their backs, smiling, staring at the ceiling. This was the first time either of them had kissed each other like that, let alone had an orgasm in front of each other.

Hannah broke the brief silence, "Ariel, do you think we're like...Lesbians or something...I mean we think about girls kiss fighting and using their bodies to make the other girl cum when they fight, and we both want to fight other girls like that too."

Ariel smiled and thought about her answer, "Well, girls I think, tend to find both sexes attractive. If a girl finds another girl attractive or if she thinks another girl is hot...well that means it's more likely that others will find her attractive or hot too. That's why women are so catty with one another, they're trying to intimidate the other girl. Girls fight to prove to the other girl and to herself that she is the more sexual person." Hannah, turned to face Ariel and cuddled into her, partially laying over her, stroking her hair, "That makes sense." Hannah and Ariel, closed their eyes and drifted off to sleep...



Hannah & Ariel Pt. 04



The girls woke up and heard Ariel's mom puttering around the kitchen, making breakfast. Then she heard the back door open and shut and heard Hannah's mom. They got dressed and headed into the kitchen. "Hi girls" their mothers sang out in unison. "Hi Mom" both girls said at the same time, followed with a "Jinx" at the same time. They helped with breakfast, but not before they poured a coffee each. "Late night girls?" Haley (Hannah's mom) asked. "No, just tired, it's been a long week at college" Ariel replied. They sat down for breakfast, and made small talk for a while. 

"Well, Haley and I are going shopping this afternoon, did you want to go to the mall or stay home?" Ashley (Ariel's mom) asked. "No, we'll just hang here, I have an assignment I want to finish and Hannah is going to help me." Ariel winked at Hannah. "Uhmmm...Yeah plus I have some homework I need to do, so go ahead." Hannah said.

When their mothers left, Hannah turned to Ariel, "We don't have any homework or assignments!" 

"I know we don't, we have to get ready for the dance tonight." Ariel replied. 

"We're going to the dance?" Hannah asked dumbfounded. 

"Well yeah, not only is it our first official dance as students, but it's also a "Sadie Hawkin's" dance.

Think about how catty the girls have been all week. I'm willing to bet we'll see something go down tonight. Especially if they've been drinking." Ariel said. Hannah smiled her approval of the idea and said "Well, what are we waiting for?" 

The girls took turns taking showers and then pick out clothes for the evening. Ariel pick a little black dress, that barely covered her ass, with spaghetti straps, low cut in the front, with a sewn in bra cups which accentuated her cleavage. Hannah picked a similar black dress, just as short but was sleeveless. It too had sewn in bra cups and was probably even lower in the front than Ariel's. Ariel picked a pair of heels that were black with an open toe, while Hannah picked a black patent leather pair.  

Once the outfits were picked, the girls went to work, helping each other with their make-up and hair. Both decided not to up-do their hair, but rather leave it down, slightly curled, with more of a natural look. The girls all dressed up, checked each other out and they both agreed they both looked hot. "We better watch out, we just might be targets ourselves" Ariel chuckled referring to the cattiness of the girls. "I hope so." Hannah laughed. 

The girls left before their mother's got home and left them a note saying they had done their homework and they went to the dance at the college. Actually they left early so they could have a few drinks before the dance. The majority of the population at college were under 21 so it was a "dry" bar all night. 

The girls arrived at the dance and immediately headed for the dance floor. The DJ played dance music straight through with no pause between the songs. The floor was packed, so packed that there was barely room to move. It was expected, as this was the first dance of the year and everybody was letting loose. 

Everybody was having a great time, couples who were dancing together were practically pushed together and chances are, their asses were bumping and grinding with the couple behind them. Hannah and Ariel had a guy on either side bumping asses with them and they were loving the attention. Even the guys' dates didn't seem to mind considering it was so packed. However they did notice some ass bumps shared between girls that weren't so friendly. Chances were, this was done deliberately since there was so many girls competing for guys this week. 

One in particular was an exchange between Ella and Riley. Ella, Charlie's friend, is 18 years old,5'0" 98lbs with long reddish brown hair and a set of 34Bs. Riley, Nikki's friend, is 18 years old, 4'11" 97lbs and has shoulder length light brown hair and has a set of 34Bs. They remembered the two petite girls from the fight between Charlie and Nikki in the washroom. They remembered how they almost started to fight right after Charlie and Nikki fought. 

They were dancing back onto each other, when Riley realized who was behind her, she thrusted her hip back, her right ass cheek connecting with Ella's ass square in the middle causing her to stumble into her date. She looked behind her and immediately recognized Riley and gave her a shot back. Trying to remain somewhat civil inside the dance, they both continued dancing but now were grinding and bumping their asses together. Both girls considered it a challenge of some sorts and wouldn't stop until the other gave up or until the music stopped. 

Hannah and Ariel both maneuvered themselves towards the girls the best the could through the crowded dance floor, bumping and grinding with the other partiers, tits were bump against tits, asses grinding against asses. Soon they were close enough to get a better look at Riley and Ella. By that time the Riley and Ella were facing each other. Their asses grinding into the crotches of their dance partners. Their bodies mashing together, their faces touching of each other and occasionally lips brushed together. Riley brought her hands up to the back of her head holding her hair off her neck, Ella took the challenge and brought her own hands to hold up her hair. Together, with their hands over their heads their bodies moved in rhythm, their small tits and stiff nipples touching and even a lash of a tongue across the others lips when they got a chance. Words were exchanged when mouths got close enough to the others ear. Hannah and Ariel couldn't hear over the music however, judging by the looks on their faces, it wasn't exactly pleasantries. 

As Hannah and Ariel danced and watched Ella and Riley, they somehow got spun around and lost sight of the duelling girls. When they managed to find them again, they were still facing each other, the guys behind them were grinding their hard cocks into their asses. Both Ella and Riley had a thigh between the other girls legs, their bodies glistened with sweat, were plastered together. Lips slightly parted, barely touching off each others, while their tongues swirled and twirled around the other. Even with the dim lighting, it was easy to see their faces red and flushed from the heat, anger and lust between them. 

The tempo of the music suddenly changed and the music slowed down as the DJ began to play a medley of slower songs. The duelling girls excused themselves and walked side by side to the refreshment table. They grabbed a bottle of water each and walked towards the doors of the auditorium. 

Hannah and Ariel took noticed and followed them. 

They looked through the small window in the door to make sure they were out of site in the short corridor that connected to the main corridor area. Just outside the door, Hannah and Ariel took off their shoes so they wouldn't be heard. They stopped by the wall and saw they were halfway up the hall, Ella and Riley were sided by side, applying lip gloss, talking a little louder than normal, probably because of the loud music. Hannah and Ariel could hear almost everything. 

Riley: "If you think you can keep up with me bitch, you're dead wrong!"

Ella: "I know I can keep up with you and more like you, you little slut! 

Riley: "In your dreams Bitch!"

Ella: "I don't have to dream slut, you're about to find out!"

Riley: "Fuck you!"

Ella: "No Fuck you!"

Ella and Riley quickly put their lip gloss back in their small purses that they hung over their shoulders, they rounded a comer at the end of the long corridor. Hannah and Ariel ran up to the corner and poked their heads around to see what was happening. Ella and Riley threw their purses down and lunged at each other.

Both having a hand in each other's hair, the other hiking up the hems of the dresses they were wearing. Hannah and Ariel could see their perfectly manicured nails digging into the others ass. Their hard nipples penetrating each other's. Ella and Riley had their tongues extended out over their chins as they moved their heads, rubbing and licking the tops sides of each of their tongues. Copious amounts of spit dripping as they attacked each other's long thick tongues. 

Hannah and Ariel watched the petite girls savagely grind their thighs into the others pussy. Tongues fought in between mouths that were separated by an inch or two and deep inside the others mouths. A mixture of their saliva seeping from the corners of their sealed mouths. When the kissing broke, lips and chins were connected with strings of spit. First Ella worked up a mouthful of saliva and spit it across Riley's face, then Riley returned the favour. They rubbed their faces and cheeks together, smearing the mixture all over. 

Forehead against forehead, Ella and Riley locked eyes, thigh fucking each other. Through clenched teeth, they coated each other's lips with spittle with every hard breathe they took, swearing and taunting each other. 

Riley: "Bitch, i know you're gonna cum first, your pussy is dripping all over my leg!"

Ella: "Your pussy is leaking all over me slut!"

Riley: "Fuck you Cunt, you know you're gonna cum soon."

Ella: "Fuck you, it'll take more than you to make me cum."

Riley: "Really, I think you're there now, c'mon bitch, fucking cum for me!"

Ella : "if anyone is gonna cum, it's gonna be you, you fucking whore!" 

Again, the girls mouths came together hard. So hard that they knocked their teeth together. The two petite girls continued kissing hard as their lips mashed together, teeth knocking together with each thrust of their tongues. 

The deep, hard kissing carried on for another five minutes before they broke the kiss, gasping for air, while their moans broke the silence. 

The girls were fighting for the last twenty minutes. Ariel looked at Hannah, "They look like a couple of school girls fighting. Hannah looked over "I know...but it's still hot." Both girls smiled knowing that it sounded a little perverted but they both knew they were 18 and they were enjoying the display of sexual fury unfolding in front of them.

Ella and Riley were clearly on the verge of cumming, when both girls made their move, hoping to finish the other girl off first. Mouths came together for a last time, both gave a renewed grip on each other's hair and asses, as they ground their thighs hard against each other's pussies. 

Ariel and Hannah watched with excitement, wondering who would win. Their nipples grew hard, their moist pussies now were soaking their panties. Now more than ever, they wanted to find someone to fight with.

Riley's eyes popped wide open and her body began to tense up. "You fucking Slut! I hate you!" she swore at Ella. "Fuck, No!" Ella kept grinding hard as Riley was the first to cum. Ella kept grinding until she came right after.

Ella, shoved Riley away causing her to stumble a step or two back. Ella backed away from Riley as she wiped her lips with the back of her hand. "That's how you win a girl fight Bitch!" Riley just watched Ella walk away as she tried to catch her breath and recover from her loss. 

Ariel and Hannah got back to the gym without being noticed by Ella or Riley. They stayed around the dance until it ended hoping to see if anything else were to happen. The rest of the evening would be non-eventful but that didn't matter. They just witnessed an amazing fight and both were eager to go home and replay it over and over.



Hannah & Ariel Pt. 05



After the dance, both Hannah and Ariel couldn't stop talking about the fight between Ella and Riley. They were also amazed at how long the fight went on for. The more they talked about it, the more that itch grew and both knew they wanted to find someone to fight with. 

They began to throw names around, Kayla, 19, 5'5" 36C, from across the street, Lola, 19, 5'7" 34D, who lived in the area. These were the first choices seeing both sets of girls had a hatred for each other because of their mothers having confrontations. Then they thought of Jessica, black hair, 5'5" 32D, Jada's 19y/o niece from the Asian restaurant and Mandy, blonde, 5'6" 36C, Molly's 18y/o sister, who works at the supermarket as well.

Jada and Molly were the women they both talked about their mothers fighting with. Since neither of these girls travelled in the same circles, how were they going to get them to fight. That was the biggest problem they had to solve. Since they knew it wouldn't happen right away, they did agree that they needed to give their wardrobe an overhaul. 

They went shopping the following day and bought some new tops, some new jeans and short skirts, with new shoes added for good measure. They spent that evening trying on all the outfits, since both of them wore the same size, it gave them an expanded list of items to wear. The tops were all very tight fitting, some were lower cut than the others, but all of the tops were purchased with one thing in mind, showing off their tits. Both Hannah and Ariel giggled at how slutty the new clothes made them look, but they didn't care as long as it got them into some girl fights. 

The next day, they couldn't wait to get into school and show off their new outfits (and assets too). They definitely did get a lot of looks, a lot of cat calls from the guys and a lot of dirty looks from the girls. Just what they wanted. Now that they got the ball rolling, they were hoping that might entice a few girls to come after them. Both Hannah and Ariel were happy with the first day of their new look. They caught the attention of a few girls who would be a great match up for both of them. It was just a matter of time they agreed, they were both sure they would experience their first girl fight very soon. 

The next day, they showed up to school showing off their cleavage with very low cut v-neck tops and skinny jeans. It didn't take long before everyone in school began talking about their racks. Two girls however, they didn't expect to notice them were Capri, 18, who has long blonde hair, 5'5" with 34Ds and Madison with long light brown hair with blonde streaks is 18, 5'6" with 32DDs, the other girls who watched Charlie and Nikki fight. 

When Hannah and Ariel saw them, they weren't wearing the baggy clothes they would normally wear, they were wearing very tight fitting tops and jeans. It appeared that Capri and Madison had the same idea or stole the idea from Hannah and Ariel or maybe were up to challenging Hannah and Ariel to a girl fight. Whatever the idea was, it pissed Hannah and Ariel off to no end. Here were two other girls looking to steal the attention away from them and they weren't going to let that happen. 

Rumours began to swirl around the college about how peculiar it was that all of a sudden, the four girls started dressing similarly and that there maybe a rivalry brewing between them. It didn't take long before the rumour mill reached the two sets of friends during lunch break. 

Nervous glances were stolen between the four girls as they sat in opposite ends of the cafeteria. First Hannah and Ariel would glance, but were quick to turn away when Capri and Madison would glance back at them and vice versa. Hannah leaned towards Ariel across the table when she noticed them getting up and walking out. "They're going outside for a cigarette, let's go." 

When Hannah and Ariel reached the designated smoking area, Capri and Madison were there, causually glancing towards the door to see if the other two would come out. When Hannah and Ariel arrived, they turned their heads quickly. The two pairs stood about six or seven feet apart from each other, stealing more nervous glances. 

Ariel nervously stole a glance towards the girls while she took a draw of smoke, her eyes met those of Capri as she was just turning to steal a glance towards them. Quickly they both turned away, then before they faced their friends, they both took a second glance at each other and their eyes met again. 

Ariel felt a familar tingle between her legs, only this time it was stronger than ever. Ariel kept her eyes locked with Capri, and both girls now turned to face each other. Each girl took a couple of steps towards the other until there were about a couple of feet between them. Ariel and Capri took a similar pose, one hand on the hip, with a leg extended, hip cocked to the side, in a staredown. 

Both girls took long draws from their cigarettes as they sized each other up. Ariel's heart began to race, her tits began to swell as her nipples grew harder. She could feel her pussy tingling more and more, dampening her panties. She could tell Capri was feeling the same effects by the way her nipples were protruding from her tight t-shirt. Not a word was spoken, both girls just stared hate into each other's eyes. Each draw of their cigarettes the girls took were long, both girls snap inhaling large amounts of smoke, as if trying to prove who looked hotter smoking to the other. 

Hannah and Madison just watched as their friends took on a new air of confidence. A new sexual type of confidence. Hannah and Madison locked eyes as they smoked but their focus was more on their friends. They actually shared a smile, knowing that their BFF's were about to engage in a girl fight, one they both couldn't wait to see. 

Capri took the lead, she finished her smoke and flicked the butt to the ground, then she motioned her head towards the door back into the school. Ariel took one last draw and flicked the butt away and both girls walked side by side into the school with Hannah and Madison chasing after them. 

The four of them walked side by side, Madison on the left, Capri then Ariel in the middle and Hannah on the right, down the corridor, towards the ladies room on the left side of the corridor. Madison used her back to keep the door open for the two warriors, when Hannah reached the door, Madison stepped forward, leaving a small space to enter. Hannah turned sideways facing Madison to squeeze through. 

Once their tits lined up, Madison pushed forward catching Hannah between her and the door jamb. Hannah could feel Madison's 32DD's pushing her 36C's inwards, she pushed her tits back into Madison's tits and smiled when Madison bite her lip. 

"Tomorrow it's gonna be you and me Bitch" Madison whispered as her lips brushed with Hannah's. Hannah lightly lashed her tongue across Madison's lips, "It's a date" she hissed back. Before her tongue retreated, Madison lashed back and the girls twirled their tongues around for a few seconds. Both Madison and Hannah had to fight the urge not to fight.

Once inside, they noticed Ariel and Capri standing next to each other at the sink counter as they took off their bras. Both Ariel and Capri's nipples had grown to sizes that neither of them had seen before. They gazed at each other's tits in the mirror before they start re-applying make up and adding more lip gloss. Breaking the silence between the two, Ariel looked at Capri in the mirror.

"Better put on more lip gloss than that if you don't want to wear my colour Bitch!"

"My colour will be tattooed on your lips after I'm done kissing you Slut!"

"I'm going to kiss your mouth off Bitch!"

"You're not going to have a tongue when I'm finished with you!"

Ariel and Capri turned to face each other, both lunged at each other, open mouth to open mouth with deep hard kissing. Their left hands in each other's hair, then their rights reaching around to the other's asses. Each had a thigh wedged between their legs, grinding hard against their pussies. Ariel broke the kiss, leaving several strings of spit dangling between the two fighting girls. Both girls gasping as their nipples touched through the thin fabric of the girls tops. They began to twirl and swirl their tongues outside the confines of their mouths, they followed that with several short kisses, biting and sucking each other's lips with their own. In between the kisses, the insults and taunts began again.

"Cunt"

"Whore"

"Bitch"

"Slut"

"My Tits are crushing your tits!"

"In your dreams Bitch, I'm gonna flatten your tits!"

With that, the two girls resumed their hard kissing, driving their tongues deep in each other's mouth. Licking and lapping the full length of each of their tongues. They pressed their bodies in tighter to each other, their tits compressing and mushrooming out to the sides. Ariel was practically dizzy now. She couldn't believe the words that were coming out of her. Those were words and taunts she only imagined using in her fantasies, now here she was locked up in a girl fight, using her mouth, tits and pussy to fight another girl, screaming the words out. 

Hannah and Madison watched intently as their girlfriends fought. Standing side by side, they began nudging each other at the shoulder whenever one of them urged her girlfriend. 

"C'mon Ariel, ram your tongue down her throat!"

"That's it Capri, stick it to her, kiss her mouth off!"

"That's it, flatten her tits!"

"Show that whore who has the better tits!"

Madison turned her head to Hannah, "I bet your pussy is getting all wet watching your girlfriend fight my girlfriend."

"I bet your pussy is getting wet too." Hannah snapped back. They turned their attention back to the girls again, trying to fight off the urge to lunge at each other. 

"Just think, that's you and I tomorrow." Madison said.

"It will be, I hope your pussy is ready for it." Hannah replied.

"I'll be ready, every part of me. I'm going to crush your tits." Madison came back with.

"Not if I crush your tits first." Hannah shot back. 

Their attention soon turned back to the girls when they noticed Ariel and Capri heard the conversation they were having, they broke their kiss, resting forehead against forehead. Eyes locked, staring with hatred and determination to finish the other off. Their breathing becoming more ragged through clenched teeth, spraying spittle across each other's lips. Grinding each other feverishly, hands becoming more tangled in each other's hair, while they renewed their grips on each other's asses. 

"I can feel your pussy starting to drip on my leg Bitch!"

"Yea, your pussy is wetter than mine, my jeans are soaked Slut"

"I'm going to drain your pussy."

"You think? your pussy is going to squirt all over my leg."

Both girls closed their eyes and began grinding as if their lives depended on it. Madison and Hannah could sense that the end was getting near, both girls were close to cumming. By the look on Ariel and Capri's faces, they knew it would be a close one. 

"C'mon Ariel, grind that Slut's pussy hard! Make her cum!"

"That's it Capri, you got that cunt now, grind her pussy off!"

"C'mon Ariel!!"

"C'mon Capri!!" 

Ariel and Capri both began to throw their heads back, panting and moaning, while still calling each other every dirty name they could think of. They tried to start the kissing fight again but both girls were too out of breathe to continue. Pressing forehead to forehead again, the girls both worked up the fortitude to try and finish the other off. Ariel and Capri began to cry out moans of pleasure, lust and anger as they worked their thighs against the other's pussy. Ariel tried and tried to suppress her inevitable orgasm, but could no longer hold on. Her body began to tense up and she cried out "Fuck, Fuck, Fuck!!" About three seconds later, Capri released her own orgasm, barely able to stand, both girls holding each other up. 

Ariel and Capri separated, Ariel waited for Capri to finish fixing herself up before she started. Disappointed she lost but she was beside herself with the thrill of having her first girl fight. As Capri and Madison were leaving, Capri gave a light slap to Ariel's right tit, "Remember this, I won Bitch!" 

Ariel shot back, "Yeah just barely Cunt, it's not over yet!" 

Madison turned while holding the door open and stuck her middle finger up to Hannah, "After tomorrow, you're both gonna be losers!" 

"Fuck you Madison, Fuck you!" Hannah yelled back sticking both of her middle fingers back at her. 

Hannah stood beside Ariel as she fixed her hair and make up before the next class, she wasn't sure what to say, she figured that Ariel would be disappointed or something. Their eyes met in the mirror and Ariel flashed a big grin to Hannah, "OMFG!! That was amazing, I mean I did want to win and I tried real hard, but just the feeling of being in a girl fight, WOW!!" 

Hannah went in to hug Ariel, "Go easy babe, my tits are a little tender." she giggled. 

"I can't wait for you and Madison to have your fight, OMG that is going to be so hot." Ariel told her. 

Hannah smiled, "I can't wait either, I've had a wettie ever since we saw those two." Together they left the ladies room and returned to their classes, anxiously waiting for tomorrow.



Hannah and Dave



*All characters engaged in any sort of sexual conduct are at least 18 years of age. Story set in Ottawa where the legal drinking age is 19.* 

"Okay, that last shot took me past tipsy, I'm full-on drunk now!"

Dave didn't want to admit it, but he knew it was the same for him. He watched Hannah chuckle furiously after her admission and he smiled absent-mindedly. 

Hannah was the girlfriend of Dave's best friend, Matt. The two boys had met Hannah at the same time 6 years ago during their first year of high school. They had all graduated around two years ago, but Matt was the only one who skipped university. He had recently got an entry-level office job through his father, so he couldn't come out on mid-week drinkscapades with his two favourite people as often as he used to.

Luckily, Matt and Dave had opposite romantic taste in women, so Dave wasn't jealous when Matt and Hannah became an item after the three of them were friends for a year.

Not to say that Dave and Hannah didn't get along - they considered each other to be very close friends - Hannah just wasn't Dave's type. She was a bubbly, cutesy, tiny blonde thing with a pixie cut and very slim figure. Dave was usually more into the brooding, sarcastic, and voluptuous brunette types.

Despite his preferences, Dave was still a straight man with a working pair of eyes, so he wasn't blind to Hannah's attractiveness. Her huge green eyes were always captivating within her face full of otherwise petite features. Hannah's chest growing from completely flat to a very pert set of B cups didn't go unnoticed by Dave either in the half decade he had known her.

More importantly, Dave loved Hannah and Matt as a couple. He thought the two were incredibly well-matched. They still fully supported and loved each other after 5 years together, and according to both of them, the sex life was still on fire even after they moved in together over a year ago.

Dave would sometimes harbour a dull jealousy over their successful relationship. Dave was always in and out of short terms flings and while the casual sex was great and he was only 20, he did sometimes crave the company of someone a bit more constant. His longest relationship had been 4 months.

"Last call," muttered an annoyed server as she brushed by them.

"Ugghhh, it's already 2?" Hannah slurred to Dave, "I should go home. See if Matt will give me any."

Dave laughed, "he's got work in the morning! Although I'm sure he wouldn't mind being woken up for the right reasons."

The two of them had always been very open, so Dave didn't really find it strange to talk about his best friend's sex life with his best friend's girlfriend.

"You'd think so, right? He's a MONSTER if he's woken up in the middle of the night with work the next day. And not in the fun way."

"Oh well, I'm sure you can last, Hannah."

"CAN I?!" Hannah said with mock desperation before giggling. She shifted uncomfortably for a moment before adding, "or maybe I'll just blow another stranger again."

If it wasn't for the sign of nervousness, Dave would have taken the comment entirely as part of Hannah's strange and crude sense of humour. The two knew each other well enough, however, to pick up on subtle tells and Dave gave Hannah a sceptical look. She giggled nervously and he decided to shake it off and join her in laughing. Hannah seemed relieved at his choice.

The two joked some more as drunk people are wont to do. They touched each other's arms and didn't make a lot of sense, as drunk people are wont to do. Then they finally settled up and went out onto the warm summer night.

"Ahhh," Hannah breathed, "it's always such a relief to come out of a bar after so long. The silence is beautiful!" Dave smiled at her and nodded his agreement. She continued, "it's like a whole other world out here. Almost as if I left my drunkenness inside."

As if on cue, Hannah stumbled over her own feet and just managed to catch herself on a telephone pole to stop from faceplanting. She laughed manically and Dave couldn't help but join in.

"I think you brought SOME of your drunk outside with you!" Dave managed to get out through his laughter. This caused Hannah - who had just released the telephone pole from her grip - to laugh so hard she needed support again and she used Dave this time.

The two clutched at each other while they laughed over practically nothing until the moment eventually faded. They started to walk again, but Hannah kept her hand around Dave's waist and Dave kept his arm around Hannah's shoulder; an easy feat with Hannah's tiny 5'3 height. This wasn't an uncommon way for the pair to walk around while drunk, and they would even do it in front of Matt. Still, Dave felt a little strange after Hannah's bizarre comment in the bar and he was silent while he tried to think of subtle ways to bring it up.

He wasn't given much time, however, as Hannah chirped up fairly quickly, "why so quiet, big guy?"

And with the subtlety of a jackhammer, Dave responded, "was thinking about that weird blowjob comment you made earlier." He felt Hannah tense up for a brief moment before replying.

"Yeah, well, Matt doesn't really want blowjobs as often as I want to give them, so..."

"Wait, what?! I thought you guys were doing well!"

"We are!" Hannah exclaimed while breaking out of their walking stance to turn and face Dave. "I love Matt with all my heart, and the sex is great, I just have a stronger drive than he does."

Dave felt nervous and upset and weirded out and his voice reflected it. "Wait, so... what. What does that mean? What are you saying?"

"I dunno," Hannah shrugged and looked at the sidewalk.

Dave hated himself for noticing how adorable she looked standing there. Her ripped jeans hugging her tiny waist. A little of her flat stomach showing below her seafoam green tank top. A white bra purposefully peaking out of the bust line of the shirt. Her young, firm cleavage with such incredible volume and shape that it could put many larger busts to shame.

Hannah squirmed under Dave's silence, assuming he was making different observations. She spoke up, "Hey, let's talk about this. I'm hungry anyway. Sub?"

Dave snapped out of his train of thought and grimly agreed. They silently made their way to their common late night drunken hangout: a semi-sketchy sub sandwich place that was mercifully open 24/7.

The pair had been there so often that if the staff was even remotely friendly, they would be able to order "the usual". As it stood, they had to spell out their orders to the miserable looking guy behind the counter. They paid and took their subs silently to their usual table, both dreading the impending conversation.

They made small talk while they ate and Dave tried to navigate the endless things he was feeling. He saw Hannah in a new light that made him both angry at her and attracted to her. Two things that felt fairly foreign to him. It didn't help that she was holding her long sandwich in both hands, stuffing it into her mouth. Why had Dave never made that dirty connection before?

Hannah appeared to have forgotten the context of their visit and was blissfully engaged in her sandwich. Dave hadn't even taken a bite yet. He eventually noticed and tried to catch up to distract himself. But his attempts didn't last long as Hannah's speed was causing her eating to be messy. Despite the absurdity, Dave couldn't help but be very aware of his crotch tightening as Hannah wiped excess mayo off her mouth with a finger and proceeded to suck it off.

He survived the tension, however, and soon the pair had nothing but crumbs in front of them. Dave felt the blood start to drain from his crotch and flow back into his brain. The feelings of confusion, fear and hurt returned. He wanted answers from Hannah. She spoke first.

"Look, Dave. I'm sorry."

"For what? For cheating on Matt? Is that actually what you're saying?"

"Dave!" Hannah said in desperation, "Can you listen to me first?"

Dave just glared at her. Neither of them were used to Dave like this. Forever an affable and understanding guy, this snippy and stand-offish side was truly a rare one for him. Hannah continued.

"Look, I've been with Matt for 5 years. We still desperately love each other, we only fight often enough to be normal, and the sex is still amazing when it happens." Dave rolled his eyes, but Hannah ignored it. 

"I want to spend the rest of my life with Matt, and I think he feels the same way. The thing is, Matt was so many sexual firsts for me. In high school I was nervous and he was endlessly horny. I made him wait for a lot of things."

While Dave was open with Hannah and Matt, their conversations usually weren't so earnest. They would casually make mention of some sexual act or escapade. It was never an emotional assessment. Dave tried to stay angry, and feigned disinterest by looking down as he crumpled his sandwich wrapping.

"After a year or two, I dunno, I guess I had a sexual awakening or something. Sounds cheesy, but it's kinda true. Everything turned me on and for a while, we couldn't stay out of the bedroom."

Dave couldn't help but picture this, but his head only contained images of Hannah. Pictures he had never conjured before. Hannah gasping in pleasure as she rode cowgirl. Hannah biting her bottom lip and clutching the sheets as a tongue gave her pleasure. Hannah dropping to her knees... 

Dave refocused his eyes to pull his mind out of his fantasies. He looked at Hannah chewing on her finger while she tried to find her next words. He cursed himself as he felt his erection growing.

"But, I dunno. The past year or so, he just doesn't want it as often. I know he still wants me, and he's still totally into it when we do fuck or mess around or whatever. It's just like his drive has gone way down and mine has shot way up. If I had it my way, I'd suck him off every night."

"And, err, he doesn't want that?"

Hannah noticed Dave's tone and felt less nervous about what she was saying. The alcohol was the only reason she had the guts to even start her story. Although it wasn't her intention, she knew that Dave was embarrassed by her admissions. They let her continue.

"No, not every night. And whatever, that's fine. Most long-term couples would kill for a sex life as steady as ours. I just..."

"...need to find random guys to blow?" Dave had found his anger again, although he had not lost his erection.

"You can trivialize anything when you say it like that, Dave! I felt really guilty and needed to tell somebody, and you're the only one I trust enough who isn't Matt."

"So... what? How long has this been going on? How many guys have you fooled around with?"

"Err, a few months. A few guys. And only blowjobs."

Dave once again suppressed the image of the petite blond in front of him wrapping her lips around his stiffening cock. He regretted having so many drinks now as it became more and more difficult for him to see where his anger and confusion ended and where his growing horniness started. He did his best to access the thoughts controlled by his brain, and not his dick.

"That doesn't even make sense! If you're going to cheat, why not go all the way?"

"I don't like it as much. I love sucking cock."

She can't keep saying stuff like that, Dave thought.

Hannah's blunt way of talking about sex had never crossed into the "hot" side of his brain, and now that it had, it was hard to get a grip on it. Plus, it had always seemed like she liked sex, not that she was obsessed with it.

"Hannah, I don't know. This is so weird. I'm so... weirded out. And mad at you!" 

Everything Dave said was true, he just wasn't telling her about the other reactions he was having. Hannah hung her head in shame and Dave took the opportunity to take in her impossibly perky cleavage. He intended on taking a quick look, but her chest looked so inviting. Hannah's young skin was so tight and smooth as it disappeared into fabric. Her small breasts stood out proudly on her small frame. Perfect twin globes in a tight tank-top.

Dave got so caught up in Hannah's tits that it took him a full second to realize she had already raised her head. He snapped his own up; caught in the act. Hannah raised an eyebrow, but didn't verbally acknowledge it.

"I know, I know you're mad. But look. If I want to spend the rest of my life with Matt, I don't want to resent him. I think it's fine if his sex drive is low, but if I don't get a dick in my mouth more than once a week, I AM going to start to resent him." 

"Jesus, Han. Do you have to say it like that?"

"What? I always talk like that."

"Yeah, but now it's about... I dunno. It's Matt. And you. And random dudes."

"What, are you jealous?"

"Shut up! Ugh, we have to tell Matt."

Hannah's eyes bulged and she lost some of the confidence she had gained over the conversation.

"Nono, please! Please, Dave! We can't! I know it's fucked up, but it's for Matt."

"What is? Being a slut?"

"What's wrong with being a slut?"

"Uh...er...nothing, I guess. Unless you're dating my best friend!"

"Well what am I supposed to do, Dave? I tried ignoring my urges, I really did. I tried getting Matt to blow his load down my throat more than a few times a month, but I can't force him to want it."

Dave's brain and crotch were engaged in fierce war. His brain was furious at Hannah, but his cock grew somehow harder hearing her flippantly talk about her craving for dick. 

"I don't know, Han. You're really putting me in a horrible position."

Hannah paused before setting her mind.

"I could make it up to you, you know..."

Dave made the mistake of not responding right away and Hannah pounced on the open gap.

"C'mon, Dave. Are you going to tell me you don't kinda like the thought of me sucking off random dudes? Being their slut for a night?"

Dave was used to Hannah's potty mouth, but not when she was being legitimately sexual. It was so weird and so hot that he still couldn't respond. Hannah took his silence as a cue to continue. Her mind was full of doubts and hesitation, but her face only showed raw sexual confidence.

"Is that why you were staring at my tits, Dave? Were you picturing them naked as I suck you off? My tank top pulled down just to show off my little round tits? They're so perky that they look bigger naked."

Dave finally opened his mouth.

"Hannah, I really don't think..."

"That's not very convincing, Dave. I bet you 'really don't think' anything. I bet you ARE thinking about how hot it would be if you fucked my slutty little mouth. I really love dick, Dave. I love feeling my mouth filled with a guy's hot hard rod. I like to feel their knees weaken as I move my tongue around the head. It gets me so wet, Dave. I come just from guys draining their balls into my mouth."

"Hannah, you need to stop. We're just drunk. You're my best friend's girlfri-"

"-I know, doesn't that make it more hot?"

The rest of the empty restaurant had disappeared to Dave. He stared at Hannah's lips. Had they always been that full? How had he never noticed how hot she was?

"Pleeease, Dave? Let me suck your dick. I know you're hard for me. Let me be your bad little slut."

Usually Dave didn't like the cutesy thing, but the juxtaposition with her language was intense. Hannah playfully bit her finger and innocently twisted back and forth in her chair. Dave's eyes glanced down to her firm cleavage and Hannah instantly responded by pushing her arms together to make it deeper.

"Han," Dave started, "don't do this to me."

"It takes two," she said. Suddenly, she stood up and stretched. Dave didn't pretend to hide his leering. She then pointedly looked at Dave and softly said, "I'm going to the bathroom, Dave." Then she bit her lower lip and turned around slowly, allowing Dave a look at her rounded ass. Had it always been so firm and shapely?

Then she was gone around the corner.

Dave let out a breath he didn't know he was holding.

I'll sit here and wait for my hard-on to go away, he thought. I can't betray my best friend of 10 years just so his super-hot long-term girlfriend can suck me off.

Dave stood up.

I won't do this, he thought. It's too complicated for just a little pleasure.

Dave walked downstairs.

His brain tried feebly to contradict his actions again, but it was soon drowned out with nothing. Dave's mind was blank as he walked to the lone bathroom at the end of the hall. He didn't hesitate to open the door. Hannah was already on her knees.

"Good slut," he said.

Hannah moaned.

Dave undid his belt and set his cock free from the clothing it had been straining against. Hannah bounced on her knees in excitement. She went to dive in, but Dave grabbed her by the back of the head.

"Not yet." Dave had never been so aggressive, but something about the surreal nature of the situation, Hannah's dirty talk earlier, and maybe even the fact they were so close made it come naturally.

Hannah whimpered.

"How badly do you want my dick?"

"Soso bad. Pleeaase, I'm hungry for it. All I can think about is your hard dick."

"You want to suck your boyfriend's best friend's dick?"

Hannah spread her knees and shoved a hand down her jeans. 

"Fuck yes, please let me suck your cock."

Dave released Hannah's head and she pounced on his. True to her word she sucked his throbbing prick like she had been waiting for it for years. She gasped and moaned desperately as her tongue swirled around his cock while her head moved up and down on it. One hand pumped his dick while her other furiously worked her soaking wet pussy. Although frantic, her actions still appeared calculated. She wasn't lying about her skill, Dave had never felt such pleasure.

Suddenly her structure started to fall apart. Hannah's body shook and her technique slipped. She stuffed her face as far down Dave's dick as she could as he finally realized she was coming.

"Already?" is all Dave could manage. Hannah pulled her mouth off of him to nod with a mix of embarrassment and pride. 

"I thought you were going to pull your shirt down," Dave said with mock severity.

"Sorry sir," Hannah giggled as she instantly obeyed.

Dave couldn't believe how high her breasts were on her chest.

"Holy fuck, Han, you have awesome tits."

Hannah laughed and pushed them together, showing off their incredible elasticity and volume.

"I'm pretty proud of them. But I thought you liked huge tits."

"I do, that's why it's even more impressive that yours impress me!"

Hannah giggled again as her eyes dragged back down to his crotch.

"Mmm, good. Still rock hard."

Dave said nothing, but pushed her head back toward it. Hannah happily complied with an open mouth and happy moan.

It was like an entirely different person was giving him an equally pleasurable blowjob. Hannah was now more rhythmic. Her hand made long steady strokes. Not too slow and not too fast. Her mouth kept the exact same pace. Dave made his pleasure audible and placed a hand on the back on her head.

"You really do love sucking dick, don't you?"

A muffled "mm-hm" is all Hannah could manage as her focus remained on her task.

Dave could feel his orgasm rise and fall as he tried to hold it back. Every time he pushed it back, it didn't push back as far. Every time he got close to coming, he would get closer to the point of no return.

Hannah had methodically sped up her pace without Dave really noticing, but she was now back to pumping his dick into her mouth at incredible speed. Her hand had slipped back between her legs.

"You gunna come for me, Dave?" Hannah had pulled her head off just enough so that her lips still touched the head of Dave's prick. He could feel them brushing his cock while she spoke.

"Are you going to swallow it all?"

"Like a good slut, yes."

Hannah only looked up at him when speaking and now fully returned her attention to his dick. Dave could feel his balls tightening.




Hannah and Dave



"Oh fuck, I'm going to come, Hannah. I'm going to unload right down your throat."

Hannah kept her exact pace and didn't flinch one bit. Her eagerness set him off the edge. Her warm mouth wrapped firmly around his cock, Dave felt that familiar rise.

"Oh fuuuuck, Hannah! Swallow my come, you fucking slut!"

Hannah moaned loudly at his words and she came a second time as her mouth filled with Dave's seed. She continued to suck his dick while happily swallowing it all down. Dave groaned as he could feel his come disappearing seamlessly down Hannah's throat. She kept up her pace at Dave's record-breaking fifth spurt of spunk and didn't unlock her lips until she was sure he was done. Dave stood there in shock as Hannah dutifully cleaned off his dick with her tongue, seemingly in love with it.

The moment lasted a while longer until reality set in a bit. His head spinning, Dave looked down at Hannah and chuckled nervously. He offered his hand out to help her up.

Hannah gave his retreating cock one last kiss and accepted Dave's offer. She pulled her shirt back up over her body and pulled gum out of her pocket.

"You really are a pro, aren't you, Han?"

Hannah smiled and shrugged.

"This is going to change a lot of things, isn't it?"

Hannah gave Dave a look that he could not decipher. Neither sad nor mischievous nor scared. She opened her mouth to speak but ended up shrugging again. She flashed the briefest of smiles and gave Dave a peck on the cheek before slipping out of the bathroom. Dave stared at the door for quite some time. Finally he pulled his clothes back on, took a breath, and left the room.



Hannah & Her Daddies



Hannah stood there listening to her mother tell her that Will wasn't her father that her real dad was a man she met 20 years ago, but her parents took her away him because he was a black man. She turn away to look outside. She was angry, but yet she was glad that Will wasn't her father. She been having these feelings and thoughts about him. And lately They have been 4 or 5 times a day, from her sucking his cock to him fucking her. They've gotten bad that she wanted to climb into his bed at night. 

"Hannah are you listening to me?" her mother ask. 

Hannah looked up. "Why are you telling me this now?" Hannah ask.

"He's threaten to tell you himself. That and he say that my parents had made him sign a price of paper giving all rights to you up. He says he had proof they had beat him to get him to sign the papers. He wants to meet you." her mother said. 

"I don't know, I need time." she said. 

Hannah went about her business. Three weeks later her mother tells her that she has to go out of town for a week for the charities event in Boston. Give her the number to reach her and tells her that Will is coming home tonight. Hannah watched her leaving in the limo.

[the phone rings] 

"Hello, Hi Will... yes she did...I don't how I feel...Are you on your way home? I need to talk to you...okay I'll send the house keeper and cook on Vacation... yes... see you soon." she says hanging up the phone. 

"Mabel, Mary!!" Hannah calls out. 

"Yes Miss." they said. 

"Daddy called to say that he wants to two take time off work and go home to visit your family, I have to pack he's taking me to the mountains for a week. You can leave as soon as the accountant gets here. Witch..." 

[ the door bells rings]

"That must be him now." Hannah said. 

"Oh Miss Hannah, We been wanting to see the grand kids, but your mother wouldn't let us. Thank him for us please." Mary said. " I will, and I'm going to miss you guys." Hannah tells them. Hugging and kissing them she helps them into the cab, and waves them off. Walking back into an empty house she enjoyed the quiet. She ran upstairs to change out of her outfit. Going thru her closet, not finding anything she wanted, went into her mothers closet, there she found a sheer black grown way in the back. Pulling it out she fell in love with it, walking over to the mirror she slip it on. "Wow, you can see everything." she said to her self. She went back to the closet to find high heels to match. Slipping them on she walk down stairs, and into his Den. 

William open the door, hoping to find Hannah waiting for him. Closing the door quietly, he went into his Den and stop dead. She was laying on the Bear fur rug, in a very revealing outfit. He felt his cock stir, when she lifted her leg the grown slide down and pooled around her hips. He could see her pussy, his cock was raging hard now. She hadn't seen him yet, he took a step back out and lean on the wall trying to get his body and breathing under control. He went back to the living room and called out. 

"Hannah I'm home, where are you darling?" he called out, walking back into the room.

"Oh there you are, my, my you look wonderful in that, dose your mother know you have that on?" he ask.

Feeling wicked she walk up to, and around him. "I don't care. I look better in it than she would." she said. 

"Mmmmm, yes I think you do, and I'm sure you can do a lot of things better than she can or could." he said breathless. Hannah stood in front of him, with her hands on his shoulders, slipping his jacket off, then she unbuttons his shirt, pulling the shirt out of his pants. Her hands, flat rubbing his chest, her nails scraping his nipples, moving down to unbuckling his belt, dropping it to the floor. She slips her fingers in to unsnap and unzip his pants. Moving her hands to his hips she pushes his pants down. Kneeling in front of him she pulls his cock out into view. 

"OH MAY YOU'RE SOOOO HUGE." she said huskily. Hannah knew he was big, but not this big. "He must be at least 9 inches long, but he was really fat, as fat as a cucumber." she thought. She moves her mouth closer to his cockhead. 

William watch her move closer, the anticipation of wanting to feel her mouth on him was almost to much. He reach out to hold her face, bring her closer. She lick his cockhead. "MMMMMMM" he moan. She ran her tongue around him. He griped her face, holding her he move his cock in a little more. 

"Oh Baby this feels so good, being in your mouth. Take me all, take every inch of my cock, Oh god, I'll give you anything, Just take me home Baby!!" he cried out. She took hi into her mouth, deep down her throat. She suck him long and hard, brought him close to cumming twice. She pull him out, looking up at him. "William I want you as my lover, and I don't want to share you with mother." she told him. "I'll be your lover, your mother has her own lover she visiting now." he told her. She took him back down her throat and he exploded deep in her throat, she swallow every drop. 

[the door bells rings] Hannah said she get it. "Hello May I help you." she said to a BIG black man standing there. He looked at her, wondering who this sexy thing was. "I'm here to see a Mrs. William Gate." he said. 

Hannah asks him to come in. Closing the door. "I'm sorry my mother isn't home right now, but you can leave a message and I'll see that she gets it. Not sure what to say to her, he looks at her. Hannah was getting excited, having him looking at her. she wondered if he'd be interested in joining her and Will. 

"Could you excuse me for a minute, just have a seat I'll be right back." she told him. She went into the Den. 

"Will you know I think of you as my dad, and you also know that my real dad is black, but I'm white looking. Will I think he's here and I'd like him to join us tonight." she said.

"What have you plan tonight Honey?" he ask. 

"Mom's gone for a week I'd like to have you and him in bed with me for the week shes gone." she told him. 

"Okay baby I'll go and see if he's interested." he said. They walk out together. 

"I understand your Hannah's father, come into my Den so we can get to know each other. Hannah went up stairs to wait. 

They talk for a while. "I'm not here to take her away from you, but I need to know her and if she is happy." he said. 

"Charles I've known I wasn't her daddy, but she didn't find till three weeks ago. My wife dose her thing and I've let her, just before you rang the bell Hannah ask me to be her lover, and she suck my cock better than her mother ever did. So what ever your relationship turns out to be, Hannah and I will stay lovers. Now I no you've seen her, and she's wondering if you'd be interested in having sex with her as well as getting to know her?" William ask. 

William watched as Charles eyes almost pop out of his head. "She wants me to fuck her?" Charles questions. 

"Oh I think she wants to see if its true what everyone says about a black man's cock is bigger than a white man." William said. 

"But that not always true." Charles said. 

"Do you have a small one?" William ask. 

"No I have an unusual big one, but she won't be able to take me." Charles said. 

William pulls out his hard cock. "Bigger or smaller than mine? And would you like to be with her?" William asked. 

"I'm little bigger than you, and yes I would love to be inside her, I have not fuck a woman in years." Charles told him. 

"Well come with me." William said. 

They stood in the doorway looking at Hannah laying naked on Williams bed. "I was wondering if you guys would ever get up here. She spread her legs open and told them to join her. She watch Charles undress. William lay half on and half off her and Charles did the same. Each took a tit and licked her nipples, sucking them into their mouths. She felt their hands move down her tummy to her pussy. Both hands and fingers were playing with her pussy, taking turns pushing their fingers into her pussy. "Fuck me daddy, fuck my ass daddy." she told William. William push his cock into her ass, lifting her leg he push in deeper. 

"Oh god fill my ass up, yes fuck me." she groan, Charles put his cock up against her pussy lips,pushing in. When his had his cockhead in, he stop getting use to the feel of his daughter wet, hot, tight pussy on him. Charles took her leg pulling her toward him and pushing deep into her pussy. "Oh Daddy Fuck my pussy, Fill me with your big cock. AAAAAAAAAHHH, Yes Fuck me Daddy." she cried out. She was going crazy with two cocks pounding inside her, bring her to a point of no return. When her orgasm hit her, she kept cumming.

Charles and William left Hannah sleeping and went down stairs. "Well what do you think of our daughter now?" Will ask. " I think she's one hot sexy lady who can suck me off so good that no one other woman can, but mostly I like getting my cock inside her." Charles said. "How would you feel about living here with us?" Will ask. "What about your wife? I don't want her, she did me wrong, I wont nothing to do with her." Charles ask. William and Charles made plans to move Charles into the cottage at the back of the house, and they needed to ask Hannah if she wanted to move there. 

Hannah woke up to find herself alone in bed, sitting up she look around not seeing anyone. She got up, put on her robe and went downstairs. "Was wondering where my fav boys went to." she said. Walking over to them she straddle Williams lap. Taking his mouth in hers, she kisses him, their tongues dancing. She pulls back and looks over to Charles, leaning towards him she kisses him to. William takes her nipple in his mouth, sucking it till it's hard, then moves to the next one making it hard too. Hannah reaches down and pushes his cock in her pussy, squeezing her muscles to hold him. William leans back and enjoys feeling her wrap around him. 

"Stop baby we need to talk for a minute before we continue." Williams said. He pulls out and turn her back to him and sits her in front of him. "Now Baby How would you feel about living with Charles in the cottage behind the house? I can come out there every night, and we all can be together." Williams questions. " I'd like that very much, but what will we tell mother." she ask. " We'll think of something when the time comes." William said. 

"Now that is settle lets fuck our daughter, Charles sit on the coffee table in front of her. Now Baby suck your Daddy's cock, while your other Daddy's going to fuck you from behind." William told her. 

Hannah bends over and take Charles's long, hard cock into her mouth. She sucks him hard taking him deep into her throat. "Oh Baby, I like that, keep doing it, yes, oh god yes, suck me baby, suck your daddy's big cock." Charles grunted. She can feel William's hard cock pushing into her pussy. 

"MMMMMM" she moans. "Your pussy so fucking tight Baby." William said. Plunging his cock in her hard.

"OH GOD BABY SUCK ME DEEPER." Charles cries out. As he fucks her face hard. "AAAAAAAAAH, MMMMMM, OOOOOOO" she groans.

"YES THAT'S IT BABY GIVE YOUR DADDY EVERYTHING YOU HAVE, FUCK YOUR DADDY'S COCK, OH GOD BABY DADDY'S GOING TO CUM, DADDY'S GOING TO PLANT HIS SEED DEEP INSIDE YOU. I'M CUMMING!!" Williams screams. 

"AAAAAAAGGGGGHHH, I'M CUMMMMMMINGGGG!!" Charles screams. With a cock buried deeply up her pussy, and one deep inside her mouth Hannah orgasm was so intense that she didn't stop cumming for a long time.



Hannah and Her Sisters and Me



Right now, I'm sitting in my chair and watching the three sisters as they breast feed the babies. Hannah, my wife, is the oldest of the three sisters at twenty seven. The middle sister, Eva, is eighteen months younger than Hannah, and the last, Phoebe, is eighteen months younger than Eva. The women are making no attempt at modesty as they sit topless before me feeding the infants. Hannah is mother to the oldest of the three children, a girl named Olive, aged six months. Eva is feeding five month old William, and Phoebe four month old James. 

The women are beautiful. All of them have strawberry blond hair with a smattering of freckles, high cheekbones, bright blue eyes, and full lips. They each have a full, ripe set of tits, all the more ripe now that they are breast feeding. With long legs, wide hips and curvy asses, each of them is a man's wet dream. One last thing. Each of them is the mother to one of my children.

I guess I should go back to the beginning. My name is Jack Anderson. I am semi-retired at thirty years old, having sold a technology company to a major internet player three years ago. After tax, I netted one hundred fifty million dollars, essentially guaranteeing I would never have to work unless I wanted to. 

I met Hannah and her sisters about four years ago. Tragically, their parents were killed in an automobile accident when Hannah was just twenty one. They opened a restaurant that served breakfast and lunch with the life insurance money, and any plans for college were tabled. The business was quite successful as the women worked hard and had good business sense. As it turns out, the restaurant was located literally right next door to my office. While I certainly could make my own eggs in the morning, I opted to breakfast in Hannah's place nearly every day. The food was quite good, and there were the three sisters to ogle. 

Over the course of a few months, we all became quite friendly. Hannah started to linger at my table for longer periods of time, making small talk with me. I've never been very good at realizing a woman was interested in me, but even I could see that Hannah had fallen for me. We began to date, and in a short period of time had become inseparable. It didn't take long for me to propose to Hannah, and she joyfully agreed.

It was during our courtship and engagement that I made my fortune. Prior to that, I ran just another struggling business that had a great product and too little capital. After the sale of the business, I built a house that was big enough for all of us. I knew that Hannah was very concerned about what would happen with Eva and Phoebe when she moved in with me. The house was perfect for our needs. It was U-shaped, with the common living areas at the bottom of the U. On one side of the U was a master suite along with an office and a gym. On the other side of the U were four bedrooms. Outside, there was a pool, patio and hot tub. 

After the wedding, we all moved into the house together. The restaurant was sold, and each of the women had enrolled in college. The sisters were all very close, sharing everything with each other. I would often overhear Hannah sharing intimate details of our lives with her sisters. There was nothing off limits between them. I liked Eva and Phoebe a lot. They were charming and witty, just like Hannah. In fact, the girls were all incredibly similar in nearly every way. I was very much enjoying life. I felt like a king being doted on by three beautiful women. 

About a month after Hannah and I had been married, Eva broke up with her boyfriend of one year. She was pretty broken up about it, but over the ensuing months she started to get over it. What she had difficulty getting over, however, was the lack of sex in her life. In addition to being beautiful, each of these lovely women were also highly sexual. Eva and Phoebe delighted in teasing me at every opportunity they had, and Hannah giggled and enjoyed the benefits of how it affected me. Hannah delighted in sharing intimate details of our sex life with her sisters, and they delighted in hearing them. The three women were sisters and virtually inseparable best friends.

One warm July night, Hannah and I were relaxing in the hot tub. One thing led to another, and things started to get intimate. Hannah had a hold on my cock and was stroking it as we kissed.

"Sit up on the edge," she said to me. "I want to taste you."

I moved up to the edge and watched as my beautiful wife took me into her mouth and started to suck my stiff cock. I tilted my head back and closed my eyes, just feeling her mouth perform its magic on me. When I opened my eyes, I was looking across the patio at the house. There, standing in the window of her bedroom, was Eva. I could see her in the faint light, her nightshirt pulled up on one side as she played with one of her tits, and the other hand down in her panties. She didn't stop or look away when she realized that I saw her.

"Eva is standing at her window and watching us," I said to Hannah. "More than that, she is masturbating."

Hannah stopped sucking me, but continued to stroke my cock.

"She has been having a really tough time since she broke up with Sean. She misses the sex the most," she said as she planted a wet kiss on the head of my cock. 

She stopped stroking and looked up at me.

"Honey...Would it be okay if...Ummm...why don't we ask her to come join us. I know it's a little odd, but honey...she just adores you, and I think it will help her move on."

"Are you seriously asking me to fuck your sister," I ask her. "While you watch?"

"Yes I am Jack. And by the way your cock seems to have gotten twice as hard as normal, I think you like the idea," she said with a grin.

"You're not worried that it will cause problems down the road?"

"Jack. It's sex. Just enjoy it." She let out a laugh. "Who would have thought I'd have to convince a man to take me up on such an offer!"

"Okay, let's do this," I said as I looked towards Eva still standing in the window.

Hannah jumped out of the tub and walked around over to the window, startling Eva. I heard the murmur of conversation, and then Eva disappeared from the window, reappearing at the door as she walked out onto the patio. She and Hannah walked over to the hot tub hand in hand and climbed in, sitting across from me.

Not a word was spoken as Eva came and sat on the edge next to me. She reached her face over to mine and kissed me, tentatively at first, and then more deeply. As she did this, Hannah moved down and was stroking and kissing my cock once again. After a few minutes, she looked up at Eva with a sexy grin on her face.

"Eva, honey. Come taste his cock. It's delicious," she said, pointing it in Eva's direction. Eva smiled and slipped down into the hot tub, taking me into her mouth as her sister held my cock to her, stroking it. I really have no idea how I didn't just explode at this point, but I managed to hold on. After a few minutes, Hannah pulled my cock back over to her mouth, and the girls alternated kissing and sucking me. At some point, they started to kiss and lick it together, and my cock became a third wheel as the two women started kissing each other over and around it. This became too much for me, and I came hard. Eva and Hannah used their tongues to capture and lick up every drop of cum, and then they kissed each other, swapping my cum back and forth between them.

I watched with near disbelief as this all unfolded before me. Finally, Hannah looked up at me with a raised eyebrow.

"How about we move to the bedroom? I think Eva still needs some fucking, and God knows I do." 

I stepped out of the hot tub and held a hand out to each of the women, helping them out too. We grabbed towels and dried off before going through the sliding doors leading into the master suite. Once inside, the women dropped the towels and jumped onto the bed, eagerly awaiting my company. 

I climbed onto the bed between the women, and alternated kissing and touching each of them. My hands roamed everywhere, as did theirs. My cock was fully erect and ready again. 

"Are you ready, Eva," Hannah asked her sister. "Lay down on your back and spread your legs. I've told you what a good fuck Jack is, and it's time you found that out for yourself."

Eva wasted no time getting into position, and she looked up at me with expectant eyes. I moved around between her legs and brought my cock close to her needy cunt. Hannah was kneeling right beside us, and she grabbed by meat and started rubbing it up and down her sister's dripping pussy. Eva let out a moan and a gasp as she watched her sister tease her with my cock. Finally, Hannah manipulated my cock so that the head slipped inside Eva. Both girls let out a moan, and I slowly thrust forward until I was fully buried inside Eva. Hannah sat right beside us on the bed, rubbing her pussy as she watched me fuck her sister. I reached down and pinned Eva's wrists to the bed with my hands as I started to fuck her, using long, deep, hard strokes. Eva was moving with me, and quickly had her first orgasm. I slowed my movements, not wanting to cum as her cunt gripped me tight as she came. Eva looked up at me and licked her lips.

"Can I ride your cock some," she asked me.

I let out a grunt and rolled off of her onto my back. Eva got up and climbed on top of me, guiding my cock inside herself and sinking down onto it, just sitting there full of me with a lustful look on her face.

"Fuck. I feel so fucking full. God, Jack. You have an amazing cock," she panted.

I reached up and started to play with her tits, pinching the nipples, reaching up and licking and biting them as she rode me. Hannah reached over and started kissing Eva as she rode me. Hannah could hear from the sounds that I was making that I was nearing another orgasm, so she stopped kissing Eva and started talking to her. Eva leaned forward and kissed me as she rode on as Hannah spoke.

"That's it, honey. I told you he had an incredible cock. Milk him, baby. Take his cum, Eva. Let him fill you up and make you his, baby. Take my husband's cum, honey. That's it Eva."

Hannah erupted into her own orgasm as I grunted and thrust upward, the first spurt of my seed filling her sister's tight little cunt. I thrusted again and again until I had no more to give, and Eva collapsed on top of me. After a bit, Eva rolled off of me, and the women curled up on opposite sides of me, heads on my shoulders, cooing and nuzzling me.

"I'm going to need some fucking too," said Hannah. "You rest a bit and watch us," she said with a devilish grin.

Hannah moved over to Eva and immediately positioned herself into a sixty nine position.

"Oooh, baby. I'm going to eat my husband's cum out of your dripping pussy, okay?"

"Fuck yes, Hannah. Do it now. I need to cum again so bad," replied Eva.

Hannah dove right in, and dropped her own pussy down onto Eva's waiting mouth. I sat up and watched these beautiful women pleasure each other. It was perfectly clear to me that these two had done this before. They seemed to know exactly how to tease and titillate each other. They spent a good twenty minutes on each other, both of them cumming several times, before Hannah finally rolled off Eva, her face dripping with sex.

This was all so incredible that I was ready to go again. It was time for me to take control of the situation.

"I'm going to fuck you both at the same time," I said. "Eva, you lay down on your back and spread your legs, and Hannah get on top of her, face down, and spread yours."

The girls did as instructed, and I knelt down between their legs. I pulled Hannah back a bit, positioning them so that their cunts were right on top of each other. I slipped first inside Hannah, loving how sexy she sounded when she moaned with pleasure. After a dozen strokes, I pulled out and slipped inside Eva. The girls moaned and kissed as I alternated fucking each of them. After about ten minutes, I slipped inside Hannah and fucked her hard until I came again, filling my wife's pussy for the first time that evening.

We were all exhausted, and fell asleep together in a tangle of arms and legs and wet spots on the bed. I awoke the next morning to find a smiling Hannah watching me.

"So, just how freaked out are you, Jack?"

"I don't know that freaked out is the correct term, but that was quite an interesting evening," I replied.

"Honey, you know that my mother was bisexual. My parents were pretty open about it, and we just became pretty accustomed to it. At some point...I don't know how it happened, but we began to experiment with each other. All three of us. Phoebe too. Don't get me wrong. We all adore and prefer men, but...we are a very close family," she said with a laugh.

"Wow. Guys dream shit like this up, but...to have it real. Just...wow."

"Honey...seriously...is this going to affect our marriage?"

"Hannah, you are the same woman that I married. I love you. We all have a past, don't we? I'm not jealous of your sisters. If anything, I think it is incredibly fucking hot. Though I will say...I'm happy as shit that you don't have any brothers," I said with a chuckle.

"Well, you certainly didn't seem to mind last night, did you?"

With this Eva popped her head up and looked down at Hannah and I. Will you two keep quiet? I'm trying to sleep. She then pointed a finger into my chest.

"It's a damned good thing you aren't all freaky about it," she said. I plan on having that cock inside me an awful lot, if that's okay with Hannah."

Hannah let out a smile. "All good with me, little sis. It looks as if Jack here is beginning to start his own little harem," she joked.

Over the ensuing weeks, we continued to fuck each other senseless on a frequent basis. It all began to seem just so normal to me, and I was having the time of my life. One Saturday morning in the middle of August, I was lying by the pool when Phoebe came out of the house and sat down next to me.

"Can I talk to you, Jack?"

"Sure, Phoebe. What's up?"

"I've had a long talk with my sisters about what you've been up to. I'm kind of jealous that I'm being left out."

I stared at her, not sure what to say.

"Hannah says if it's okay with you, that I can be part of things too," she said. "She told me that you should fuck me a few times first."

"Oh, did she now," I asked her. "Phoebe...have you ever had sex yet?"

"Well...you know about my sisters and I."

"I meant with a man. Have you ever had sex with a man."

"I did a few times with that guy Dave I went out with for a few months."

"I would think a beautiful girl like you would have your pick, Phoebe."

"I guess, but I'm really a bit picky. So are my sisters. I don't know. So many boys my age are so juvenile. It's just a turnoff."

"I see."

"So...what do you say Jack? Please say yes. Please."

"Let me call Hannah and see what she says. I'm not saying you'd lie to me, but I want to hear it right from her mouth, okay?"

Phoebe let out a huge smile and shook her head yes. Clearly, she had discussed this with Hannah.

Hannah and Eva were out shopping, and I dialed her cell phone. She answered after a few rings, and I explained the conversation Phoebe and I had just had.

"Yes, Jack. We did discuss it. We really don't keep anything from each other. Make love to her, Jack. Bring her along slow. Teach her. Show her how wonderful sex can be. That Dave character didn't know his ass from his elbow about having sex with a woman."

"Okay," I said. "Listen. Are you going to drag some cousins and aunts out of the closet next? Just how many of you women am I going to have to service," I joked.

"I think three is quite enough for you, Jack Anderson. Now, go show my little sister a good time. I have shopping to do."

I put the phone down and looked over at a smiling and excited Phoebe.

"My sister really did choose one hot man for a husband," she said as she snuggled up next to me. I put a hand to her cheek and pulled her in close for a kiss. She tasted sweet and innocent. I would take care of the second half of that over the next hour or so. Our kissing led into heavy petting, and I finally got up and scooped Phoebe up into my arms and carried her into the master suite. 

"It's about time you brought me into here," she pouted. "I felt so left out. I was beginning to think you didn't like me," she teased.

"I like you, Phoebe. And I'm going to show you just how much," I said as I untied the top of her bikini. I kissed her and fondled her tits as I guided her over to the bed. We climbed up and I pushed her onto her back. I was lying next to her, and I slipped a hand down into her bikini bottom. She instinctively parted her legs, and I ran my fingers up her slit, feeling her wetness and making her gasp. I slipped a couple fingers inside her and fucked her with them as I toyed with her clit with my thumb.

"Are you going to fuck me now," she asked, looking up into my eyes.

"Patience, Phoebe. We'll get there. Making love to a woman is much more than just stuffing a cock into her. I'm going to touch and tease and titillate you. Just work with me, honey."

I kissed her and fingered her, making her cum three times before I removed my fingers. I reached down and removed my swim trunks, revealing my stiff cock to Phoebe for the first time. 

"Fuck...that is a lot bigger than Dave's," she said.

"Would you like to kiss it," I asked.

She didn't answer, but instead smiled and slid down my body to take me into her mouth. The head of my cock was already dripping, and she licked it clean while staring into my eyes. I instructed her as she went along, having her stroke me with one hand as she licked and sucked my cock. She started bobbing up and down on me, bringing me close to cumming. I pulled her away.

"You can taste my cum another time," I said. "I'm going to fuck you now."

I pushed her onto her back and spread her legs apart, kneeling between them. I slapped her clit again and again with my stiff cock, making her gasp and squirm. Then I teased her, slipping the head inside then pulling out again. She was panting and writhing around, punching the bed in protest.

"Please, Jack. You're not being fair. Stop teasing me and fuck me she," she groaned.

I slapped her pussy a few more times with my meat, and finally slipped inside her again, pushing in to the hilt. Phoebe's eyes opened wide as I filled her as she never had been filled before. I began a slow steady rhythm, leaning down onto my elbows and kissing her as we fucked. Phoebe moved in unison with me, raking my head and back with her nails. I could feel her cunt clenching my cock tighter and tighter, and she came around me as I fucked her.

I pulled out and flipped Phoebe onto her tummy, then pulled her ass up into the air. I filled her cunt with my cock again, and started to fuck her hard. She grunted with every deep stroke.

"Reach under and play with your clit while I fuck you," I told her. I could feel her fingers down there as she did, and after a few minutes of pounding I grunted and started cumming inside her. This triggered another orgasm for her, and she collapsed onto the bed with me on top of her. I stayed there, kissing her face and neck as she caught her breath. Finally, I rolled off and she curled up next to me and cuddled.

"Oh, Jack. Wow. That was...holy shit. Where the hell did you learn to fuck like that," she asked.

"Here and there, Phoebe. I'm glad you enjoyed it. I'm not satisfied unless my woman is satisfied."

"Then you must be really fucking satisfied," she said.

We lay like this for a while, chatting and petting each other, until I nibbled my way down her tits and tummy to her pussy. I focused on her clit, sucking it into my mouth, flicking it with my tongue. In almost no time, Phoebe was squirming around as I held onto her legs. I brought her to three more orgasms like this until she finally pushed me away, convinced her clit could take no more. We curled up next to each other again and fell asleep.




Hannah and Her Sisters and Me



Hours later, I felt hair tickling my face and I looked up to see a smiling Hannah leaning over me, naked and needy. The king sized bed was littered with the naked bodies of myself and the three women. Everyone was kissing and touching everyone else. At one point, I was fucking Eva in the missionary position, and Hannah was next to me, wearing a strap on and fucking Phoebe. Each of the girls took a turn with the strap on, and each of them had my cock. I lost all track of time, eventually passing out into a deep sleep.

This is how my life went on, until one morning when Hannah woke me from a deep sleep. She seemed very excited, and she called her sisters into the room as well.

"I have some news," she said.

We all looked at her expectantly. With this, she pulled a pregnancy test stick from her robe. "I'm pregnant," she squealed. Eva ran over and gave her a big hug, and Phoebe was jumping up and down she was so happy. I gave her a deep kiss.

"Wow! That's great Hannah," I said. I suspected, but wasn't sure."

We all had a big celebratory dinner that night, and retired back to the master suite. Over the coming weeks, it seemed that we had sex non-stop. Honestly, I wasn't all that surprised when we found out that Eva was pregnant a month later, and Phoebe a month after that. During the months that followed, we did little else besides eat, sleep, and fuck, not necessarily in that order. We would fuck all together frequently, but the girls also worked out a schedule where each of them would have me alone for one night each week. I really DID have myself a harem. It was unbelievable, and I has happy as a pig in shit. I watched the women grow full of my children a little each day, which I found to be an incredible turn on. 

I had grown to love each of these beautiful women, and they me. I tried to encourage Eva and Phoebe to go out and date, but neither of them wanted any part of it. The three sisters sat down with me one evening, explaining how they felt.

"Jack, we are each in love with you," said Hannah. Her sisters both nodded. "We are one big happy family here. We want you to be the only man in our lives. Is this something you'd be willing to do? To take care of each of us? To own the three of us?"

"Are you sure," I asked. "I mean...are you sure I can make and keep each of you happy?"

One by one, each of the women walked up to me, kissed me, and answered affirmatively. 

"Whether you like it or not," said Eva, "we already belong to you. You pretty much have three wives, Jack. Three wives that love you very much."

What could I say? I agreed to be their man. I would have been crazy not to.

Soon, the babies started coming. This didn't slow down the sex in the least. In fact, it may have been even more frequent. The women were all breast feeding, but we also had a manual pump to fill bottles with. The girls said it was so that I could feed the babies too, which I think was a lot of bullshit. I think it turned them on to have me pump their milk, as I was the one that used the pump on them. I was, in effect, milking my cows on a daily basis. This frequently ended with me fucking the cow I had just milked, her tits leaking all over me as we fucked. 

Will this all last forever? I have no idea. What I do know is that right now, we are all incredibly happy. I have three women that I love dearly, and three beautiful children. What more could a man ask for?



Hannah & Kay



Copyright Oggbashan October 2003 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work.

This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons.

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Hannah is dead. She was a real danger to me, even dead. You can read that story as "Hannah". This is the sequel. Hannah is my friend and Kay's. I thought I was safe from Hannah and happily married to Kay. But with two women loving me, even if one is dead, life can get complicated...

On a Friday evening about six months after our marriage Kay asked me to bring tea through to the living room of our house that used to be Hannah's. Kay wanted to talk to me.

This was different and oddly formal. We talked often. We talked to our dead friend Hannah who answered. Kay didn't make a production of talking to me. Who am I to argue? I made the tea and took it to the living room.

Kay patted the settee beside her. I put the tea tray down and joined her.

"Simon. Today I went to the chemists."

"Yes?" 

I can be slow on the uptake sometimes.

"I'm pregnant."

A short silence. In a small voice I asked:

"Are you pleased?"

"Are you?"

I couldn't hold myself back. This formal Kay might be odd but I loved her. A baby for us!

"Yes! It's wonderful news, I'm delighted!"

"Good."

That was a flat response.

"What's wrong? Don't you want a baby?"

"Of course I do. I just..."

"Just what?"

"I wanted more time with you. Just you and us. Now we will be three and soon. Our lives will change. We won't be Simon and Kay. We will be Simon and Kay and a baby. I'm not ready to do all the 'mumsy' things."

What could I say? What she said was true. We had had a year as an engaged couple and six months of marriage. We had wanted to do so much together.

I hugged Kay. She cried on my shoulder. Eventually we poured lukewarm tea.

"We still have some time before you get too large. We can do a lot in that time. We could go anywhere."

That was true. Hannah had left me so much money that neither of us had to work. We still did but we could live on Hannah's money for the rest of our lives and still leave a massive amount to any children.

"I feel so rough. This morning I was sick. That is why I went to the chemists. If I feel like this I am not going to enjoy being pregnant. I won't want to travel."

"Have you told Hannah?"

"No. Hannah may be our friend, but my husband comes first."

"I know now. I think we should tell Hannah and ask her advice."

"Are you sure, Simon? What advice can a ghost give us? She was never pregnant when she was alive."

"I don't know what Hannah knows and what she doesn't know. I do know that she loves us. We ought to tell her."

"All right. We have to tell her sometime. I might as well get it over with."

This isn't the way Kay usually thinks of Hannah. Even though Hannah died because she couldn't have me, sometimes I think Kay and Hannah are closer to each other than I am to either. They have all-girl sessions for hours.

Kay and I put our heads side by side and sent a thought to Hannah. Instantly she was there with us. Kay told her baldly.

"Hannah. I'm pregnant."

"And you don't like being pregnant."

Hannah as a ghost was far more perceptive than Kay's poor boob of a husband. Kay blurted it all out in a rush.

"No, Hannah, I don't. I started today with morning sickness. I feel terrible and I feel deprived of the life Simon and I could have had. I'm not ready to be a mother, not yet."

"That, Kay, is the morning sickness talking and the normal reaction to any major change that affects your life. If you didn't feel like death warmed up," Hannah laughed. She knew all about death. "then you would react differently to your pregnancy. Lie back and let me get to work."

Reluctantly Kay slumped back on the settee. I could see Kay's hair being ruffled by Hannah's invisible hand as she gently massaged Kay's tension away.

"Now how do you feel?"

"Much better. The headache and nausea has gone but I'm still frightened."

"Of course you are. Having a baby is important. Men don't understand just how much it can affect a woman."

I wanted to protest but a warm ghostly hand pressed over my lips. Hannah's voice hissed in my head.

"Shut up, Simon. Let me deal with this. She needs a female now."

Hannah could "talk" to both of us at once or just to one. That remark was for me alone.

"I think Simon ought to leave us. He could go and cook the evening meal."

"I don't feel like eating."

"You didn't. That was before I worked on you. Think again."

"I do feel better. Perhaps I could manage a little."

"Hold on to that thought. I'll tell Simon what he has to do."

"Right, Simon. Kiss her and then start cooking a normal sized meal. Tell me when you are ready and I'll bring her. OK?"

"Hannah. You are a ghost. What do you know about pregnancy and babies?"

"I'm a FEMALE ghost. You should know. You have felt enough of me to know that I'm female. Kay needs a female now. When she thinks of it, and I'll make sure she does, she should talk to her mother - and to yours. Get going!"

I kissed Kay and went into the kitchen. When the meal was ready I thought at Hannah. Kay was in the kitchen a few seconds later.

"Well done!" Hannah whispered.

After the meal, Kay rang her mother and told her the news. They arranged to meet tomorrow morning. Then she told my mother. Their session would be tomorrow afternoon. I began to feel excluded from the feminine excitement. For both mothers this would be their first grandchild.

Despite Hannah's massage, Kay didn't feel too well. She diffidently asked me if she could sleep in the spare room.

"I could sleep in the spare room and you could have the large bed." 

I offered but for some reason Kay insisted on me having the large bed. I felt hurt but I didn't say anything.

I went to bed alone. I felt very alone. It was the first time I had been alone in bed since I married Kay. I missed her presence. I was feeling sorry for myself until ...

"Simon!"

"Hannah?"

"Who else? Get up."

I got up, naked. I sleep naked.

"Open my wardrobe."

Hannah still has a wardrobe and chest of drawers in the main bedroom. For a year after her death I had to live in her house and not dispose of any of her clothing or personal belongings. That was a condition of her bequest to me.

The year was long over. One day Kay, Hannah and I had sorted out Hannah's belongings and reduced them to the one very large wardrobe and a dressing table. Hannah said that she needed them to link to the house and to us. I wasn't sure she was telling the truth but it wasn't important. If that is what Hannah wanted us to do, we were happy.

From time to time we washed or cleaned the clothes. We used Hannah's favourite perfume so that they still had her scent. The central drawer of the dressing table still had her cosmetics and perfumes.

I opened the wardrobe door. Hannah's perfume wafted out.

"Get in the wardrobe."

"What?"

"Go in."

I got in the wardrobe. It was tall and deep. Hannah had been a big woman. Most of the dresses in the wardrobe were ball gowns or full- length dresses. I barely saw over Hannah's shoulder when she was alive. The rail from which the dresses hung was almost beyond my reach.

The door closed behind me pushing me in between two dresses. The one in front of me bulged as Hannah put it on. Her silk clad arms closed around me. The voluminous skirt swathed my legs.

"What are you doing?" I asked. Ever since Hannah had "released" me, we had been friends, not lovers. 

"What Kay has asked me to do."

"Kay asked?"

"Yes. She doesn't feel too bright despite my efforts. She knows you are upset. She asked me to take care of you. So I will."

That sounded ominous. Hannah had been too much for me as a woman and as a ghost. What could I do or say?

Hannah answered for me. Her lips met mine. I was kissed gently but firmly. Her hands slid down my back and pulled my hips against her skirt.

"I think we should go to bed, Simon. All you have to do is accept me as Kay's gift to you. You will accept, won't you?"

"Yes." I croaked.

"Come on then."

The wardrobe door opened. Hannah drew me out. In the dimness of the bedroom could see that the dress was empty but I felt Hannah's hand holding mine.

"I don't think I want to go to bed wearing this dress. It is too bulky."

The dress flew back into the wardrobe. A white night-dress came out of the chest of drawers and assumed Hannah's shape.

"There is one condition. Kay didn't ask for it. It is my idea. I don't want her to hear you."

While she was speaking my mouth was suddenly covered with tight silk. More wrapped my lower face. Now I was worried. When Hannah had gagged me before it was a preliminary to a night of near-death experiences. She sensed my fear.

"Never again, Simon. I love you and you and Kay are my friends. This is to protect her, not to hurt you."

I believed her. I still knew the safe word for release from bondage and it would work even if I thought it.

"No it won't Simon."

I had forgotten that Hannah could hear most of my thoughts.

"Kay and I changed it. She knows the new word. You don't. She can release you from me if she wants to. You can't."

Women! I'd been set up.

We got into bed. Hannah held me against her breasts. She removed the silk from my mouth and slid the night-dress down so that my face was against a naked breast. Her nipple sought my mouth and entered. I tongued, nibbled and sucked. I could feel Hannah's content almost as if she was a loudly purring cat. Her enjoyment swamped my senses. Eventually I fell into a blissful sleep with my mouth full of soft breast. Hannah's arms cradled me. Her voice in my head soothed me. As the dawn lightened the room I felt Hannah move. She lifted my head from her breast and the silk gag returned. I felt deprived of her comfort until I realised that she was going to do much more. Her warm hands were gently arousing my tool to an erection. I wanted to stroke her body. My arms wouldn't move. Hannah had pinioned me with bonds I couldn't see.

Hannah's body covered mine. Her breasts framed my head and lowered. My face entered the invisible cleavage covered by her white night- dress. She swayed, gently slapping my cheeks with her heavy breasts. She moved slowly and teasingly down my body until her pussy brushed the tip of my erection. She withdrew, then brushed again. I strained my hips towards her. When I could stand no more she engulfed me. Unlike my first times with Hannah the ghost, when she was as cold as ice, this Hannah was as warm and wet as a totally aroused living woman. She knew just how far to go to keep me on the edge of orgasm. She took me that far, let me subside and raised me again. When I was screaming silently into the silk she rammed me deep inside. I spurted everything into her and felt her reach her own climax. As we peaked together I felt a weird but thrilling sensation. I seemed to be Hannah and as if she was I. I was not penetrating Hannah nor was she absorbing me: we were flowing together as one person with no boundaries that said "This is he: this is she.".

As I relaxed from the peak of sensation I began to feel uneasy about what I had experienced. Was it safe to share so much with a ghost? Was I betraying Kay?

Hannah answered my fears.

"Calm down, Simon. It is safe. You are safe with me. Kay wanted me to do this."

I felt that Hannah was going to say one more short statement but stopped because I wasn't ready to hear it.

"You aren't ready. Yet. Kay or I will tell you soon. It is nothing to worry about."

Hannah's hand was stroking me. My bonds had gone. I was still gagged but I could move as far as the weight of Hannah's invisible body allowed.

"I have to leave you for a while. Kay needs me. While I am gone ..."

Hannah's night-dress collapsed on me like a pricked balloon. Then it moved again and I was inside it and helplessly wrapped like a mummy. Hannah had gone, making sure I would stay where she left me.

I was still conscious of Hannah's love. Her night-dress was a symbol of her love surrounding me. I dozed until she should return. I didn't try to call her. I trusted Hannah.

When Hannah returned she wasn't alone. Kay walked into the bedroom looking rather pale. She sat on the side of the bed. I felt Hannah's weight beside her.

"Hannah!" Kay thought.

"Yes, Kay."

"Unwrap him please. We need to talk to him. He looks slightly ridiculous like that."

"He does, doesn't he? Can't I leave him as he is? No?"

Hannah's night-dress vanished. So did my gag.

Kay spoke aloud.

"Hannah tells me you had an experience with her when you were making love."

"Yes." Kay seemed so matter of fact about it. Her husband had been making love to a ghost and Kay accepted it as normal.

"You felt that you were part of her and she was part of you?"

"Yes."

"What she didn't tell you was that it happens to me as well."

I blinked. My brain was whirling with the implications of what Kay had said.

Kay leant over and kissed my cheek. 

"You love Hannah. I love Hannah. She loves me. She loves you."

I knew that.

"She is part of you. She is part of me. I am part of her. You are part of her."

What was Kay getting at?

"You are SLOW sometimes, Simon." came Hannah's thought.

"He is. What I am trying to say, Simon, is that through Hannah you and I are also part of each other. When you make love to Hannah you are also making love to me. When Hannah makes love to you, so do I. NOW do you understand?"

"I think so. Does that mean you knew what happened between Hannah and me last night?"

"More than that. I didn't KNOW about it. I was here with you two. Even though my body was feeling sorry for itself in the other room, I was making love to you. I felt your lips on my nipple. I felt you come inside me. Physically I couldn't have taken your weight on me or ridden you without being violently sick but through Hannah I could."

I hugged Kay and Hannah. We sat wrapped around each other.

"Thank you, both of you, for last night. I was upset and worried. You two changed that. But ..."

"Yes, Simon." Hannah answered my unvoiced thought. "You are part of me because we made love. So is Kay. Kay and I make love to each other. I can feel that it doesn't really bother you."

"It doesn't. I don't know why except that I trust and love both of you and I know you both love me."

"We do." 

Kay continued "You have been part of me ever since we first made love. If there is love every act of sex mingles the people involved. You were already part of Hannah and she part of you before ..."

I stopped Kay with a kiss. Hannah, as she is now, is hurt by being reminded how badly she treated me. Hannah's arm squeezed me in an unspoken thank you. 

We continued to talk together for a while about unimportant things until I went to make breakfast. Hannah soothed Kay so that the morning sickness abated. Hannah left when she was satisfied that she had done all she could for Kay.

After breakfast Kay and I discussed the plans for the day. Kay would go to her mother for lunch and mine for the afternoon and tea. I could potter around the house but Kay suggested that I took one of Hannah's cars and went for a drive.

"Why not take Hannah with you?" Kay suggested. "She hasn't been out of the house except for a minute or two with us at our work, has she?"

Kay giggled. "I don't think you should let her drive. That might be awkward if someone saw."

The giggle cheered me up. Kay must be feeling better. I thought about her suggestion. Hannah had been a great companion in our early days together. A day out with a ghost? Why not? I smiled.

Kay kissed me. The kiss became more passionate and demanding.

"What was that for?" I asked.

"For last night. I really enjoyed you. At first I was worried about letting Hannah loose on you. She reassured me. I loved having you against my/her breast for the night. When you woke up in the morning I was willing her on. It is a fantastic experience to have an out-of- body orgasm. I want more of them. You won't mind, will you?"

"I married you, Kay, not Hannah."

"You did. Now you have both of us. When Hannah is with you, so am I. Is that so bad?"

"No. It is fantastic. I am not so sure I could cope with you and Hannah together in one bed. Hannah on her own is too much for me. You on your own can be when you are really fired up. Two of you would exhaust me."

"Poor Simon. Poor pathetic little man."

"I can take that from Hannah, but from you - you are shorter than me, and lighter."

"By an inch in our bare feet, and by a couple of pounds. Wearing heels I'm taller. Pregnant, I'm going to be heavier. You had better be careful, Simon. I might smother you with my bigger breasts. I enjoyed using Hannah's massive tits on you. I like my breasts but being able to use Hannah's big knockers when I want as well as having my perky little ones for show is the best of both worlds. Which reminds me. We haven't told you about one of Hannah's abilities."

"Which ability?"

"She can change her shape and size, at least as far as we experience her. We have tried together. She has practised being me. So if I crawl into bed with you in the dark it might not be me. It might be Hannah. Not that it matters. Whether it is me, or Hannah, I will still feel you."

"So I could have two Kays in bed with me at once?"

"Yes. Why not? I might enjoy that. You could eat me and fuck me at the same time. Oops! Reminder for today. While I am with the grannies-to-be, please don't make love to Hannah. I wouldn't want to have an orgasm while drinking tea from fine china. Hannah can check with me to find out when is safe. I don't think I should be driving the car."

We both laughed at that. Kay having an orgasm at traffic lights would be embarrassing. Kay can be very vocal when she is aroused.

I asked Hannah. She was excited at the idea and suggested that we took the Lotus Seven. If she wore a headscarf and dark glasses she would seem to be a normal passenger. Kay went off to her mother apparently happy, although she admitted that she still felt queasy.

Hannah and I had a wonderful day. The Lotus was a delight to drive. We went to Hannah's favourite places. She pretended to be alive but well wrapped up in jeans, a polo necked sweater, gloves and scarves. She even drove the Lotus for a few miles, showing me how to get the best from the car's handling and performance. We returned to the house for a meal because she could not pretend to eat. While I ate my meal she remained wrapped up. I found her much more animated than usual.

After the meal Hannah took me to the bedroom. I sat on the bed. She took off her headscarf and lightly blindfolded me with it.

"I have checked with Kay. She is having a rest at your mother's house. So ..."

I heard Hannah open the wardrobe door and the chest of drawers and faint rustling of clothing.

"You can open your eyes now, Simon, " said Hannah as she lifted the blindfold.

I looked where her voice seemed to be coming from. She was fully dressed in a pastel pink high-necked shift dress with a white scarf over her face and a patterned scarf tightly wrapped around her head. Her hands were in silk gloves. Opaque tights sheathed her legs. She appeared to be a normal woman who had covered her face.

"Well, Simon, what do you think? Does this work?"

I wasn't sure. Hannah had made love to me last night wearing a night- dress. In the dark her invisibility didn't matter. Now - knowing that there was nothing to see behind the white scarf over her face - was it more or less realistic? All I could think was that it would be interesting to compare the sensations.