0 comments/ 81457 views/ 0 favorites The House Guest By: mseaking Thanks to my editor Lynn Our house sets a mile and a half down a dirt road from the highway and my wife Terry pointed to the dust that started to billow up down by the turn off. "That's going to be Penny." She said as she stood up letting the T-shirt she was wearing as a dress fall down over her shear white bikini cut panties. "I had better go put some shorts on." I ran my hand up her thigh as she stepped over to me. "Want another beer?" "Sure." I said as I looked up at her hard nipples pushing out her thin shirt. "It seam like a shame to cover up something as hot as you though." We had been setting on the porch enjoying the afternoon breeze and I let my eyes run over Terry. She almost never wore pants or a bra around the house enjoying the freedom and I always loved how her nipples looked in her thin tops. Why should she? The closest neighbor was two miles away and god she had a killer body. "Do you think Penny would mind?" "Well she didn't when she was younger but we haven't see her in a long time. The last time she was here she was eighteen and that was three years ago." She slipped away from my hand and into the house. Penny was the daughter Terrie's best friend Mary and she left the big city to spend every summer with us here on the farm from the time she was eight until she had left for collage. I looked down the drive I could see the wind blowing her long brown hair back as she drove fast trying to keep the dust out of her open jeep. The memory of Terry and Penny running around wearing very little that last summer ran through my mind as I stood and walked out the gate at the edge of the drive way. I was still thinking of her lush full young body as I stood there and she pulled up. Penny slid the car to a stop and came bouncing out of the jeep almost before it stopped. She had on cut off shorts with a wife beater t-shirt. She was bare footed and smiling as she jumped out and ran to me. "Uncle Sam!" she squealed as she ran to me and my eyes went right to her big braless tits as they bounced under her thin top. "Oh my god it's so good to see you!" she threw her arms around my neck kissing me full on the mouth and she let her lips parted just enough to make me think about it. She leaned back looking into my eyes as she mashed them big tits into my chest. "I have missed you and Aunt Terry so much!" she kissed me softly making my head spin before she put her head on my shoulder as I held her to me. "Well we are glad you are here baby girl." I kissed her on the cheek as I felt my cock grow long in my pants. "And we just might not let you leave this time." She stepped back looking at me as she took my hand in hers. "That might not me a bad thing." The screen door slammed as Terry came flying out of it. "PENNY!" she yelled as she ran across the yard her big tits bouncing all over. She pulled the girl to her. "God girl look at how you have grown!" They hugged each other close then Penny pulled back and kissed Terry full on the lips just as she had me. Watching the hot young girl and my wife holding each other as they talked again made my dick lengthen in my pants. I watched as the two of them as they walked up to the porch with their arms around. I smiled as I watched both soft round Asses moving in their shorts as I got out her bags. We spent the evening setting on the porch eating and talking as we all got to know each other all over again. My eyes were constantly pulled to her long legs as Penny moved around crossing and uncrossing them as we talked. Her nipples were like Pogo Sticks popping up and down being hard one second and soft the next as her breasts moved under her thin top. It also seamed like she was always bent over just enough to let us have a look at the valley between them and I knew she had caught me looking more than once. She just smiled at me. The old clock in the house chimed ten pm and Penny stood up stretching, pushing her chest out as she looked at me. "I think if the two of you don't mind I am going to hit the sack. It has been a long day." She moved over and kissed Terry. "Oh sure sweet hart." She said to the girl as they put their arms around each other in a long hug. Penny kissed her again and Terry didn't back off at all kissing her back. It wasn't a long kiss but it was hot and we all three knew it. "Umm, you know where every thing is. We haven't moved a thing." Penny moved away from Terry and I thought I saw her hand cup Terrie's fine ass as she stepped to me. I stood up dwarfing her five foot three inch frame with my six foot four inch height and pulled her to me. She kissed me as she put her arms around me and then put her head on my chest. "You feel so strong with your arms around me Uncle Sam." She looked up at me smiling. "I have missed this a lot, you holding me tight and keeping me safe. Terry move to us putting her arms around both of us making a kind of group hug. Penny moved putting her arm around Terry and I could tell this time for sure she had put her hand on Terries bottom and was cupping her ass cheek as we held each other. Penny kissed me again her full pouting lips feeling soft on mine. She turned to Terry and kissed her again only this time it was a kiss, a full kiss, and Terry still didn't back away. "Ok then, that was nice. Good night." She said as she pulled away from us. "I love you guys!" I had to adjust my hard dick in my pants as she went through the screen door and to her room. Terry moved into my arms putting her head on my chest. "Well that was interesting." She looked up at me as my hard dick pushed into her belly. "It feels like you thought it was to." She pulled me by the hand. "Come on lets see what we can do with that thing in your pants." When we got to our room Terry pulled my pants down as she pushed me onto the bed and on my back. There was no for play as she pulled of her shorts and moved onto of me. She lifted my cock up and placed it against her open wet hole and slipped slowly down onto it. She took it deep into her belly and fucked me slowly rocking her hips back and fourth until she came as she ground her clit into my pubic bone. I held her like that feeling her tremble in my arms while she milked me with her vagina muscles. She didn't move anything else just those wonderful muscles until I shot off deep into her. She milked me for every last drop and that is how we fell a sleep. With her on top of me so my cock as deep into her as I could get it. The next morning I walked into the kitchen to the smell of coffee and bacon and not thinking about it I was wearing my boxers. I walked over to the coffee pot and was just poring a cup when she walked in from the pantry. "Good morning Uncle Sam." Startled I turned to face her only to find her standing in the doorway wearing a thin white cotton baby dolly pajama set. Her dark nipples pushed out the short sleeveless top that exposed her belly button and the shining little ring that was in it. Her panties were cut so the little panel in the front just did cover her thinly trimmed bush while the sides were thin lace strings that ran high up over her hips to a full shear back panel. My cock did a double bounce in my shorts as I looked at her. "Umm, good morning." I looked around. "Where is Terry?" I asked as she sat a jar of jelly on the table and moved to the stove. "I'm here. I just had to wash up a little." I had started to the table but froze when I saw her. She was wearing a tube top that I had always loved because it fit her big 36c breasts like a glove and was shear enough that her dark pink ever-hard nipples could plainly be seen through it. She smiled as I looked at her trimmed bush through the pale blue t-back panties she was wearing. "Penny and I have been talking and we think we need to go to the pond after breakfast." Penny put a plate of food in front of me as Terry spoke. "The poor girl hasn't been on a picnic since she left here." She smiled at me as I let my eyes run over the two of them. "Maybe you can catch us some fish for dinner." "Ok, let me do my morning chores and we can go." "I think we will load up and you can just meet us there. It's going to be such a fun day I don't want to miss any of it!" I took the last sip of my coffee and stood up. I looked from Terry to Penny as they both sat at the table and I made no effort to cover my hard dick as it pushed out my boxer's shorts and came into view. "Ok. That sounds good to me." Pennies eyes went right to my cock. "I shouldn't be more than a couple of hours." I walked around and kissed Terry. "So I will see you there." I smiled at Penny as I started to walk out of the room. "Don't I get a kiss goodbye any more?" I turned back to her watching her eyes as they dropped back to my throbbing dick. "Sure sweetheart." I bent and kissed her and again she opened her lips just enough to make it a little more of a kiss then I thought it should have been. I stood up so still my very hard cock was only about a foot from her face as she sat looking up at me. "Your are all grown up aren't you?" She said, "Yes Sam I am." And I walked away catching the grin on Terries sweet face as she looked at Penny. When I had finished my chores I walked out of the barn to the out door shower. I stripped naked as I looked out to the woods where the small lake was that the girls would be at. I smiled to my self as I soaped up washing of the mornings chores while thinking of the two of them walking around half naked that morning. My cock grew in my hands as I washed replaying how Penny's young ass had looked at breakfast and how Terrie's tits had looked in her top. Shaking it out of my head I finished washing and turned off the water. Slipping on my shorts and shoes I decided to walk the half-mile to the pond. I walked out of the trees just in time to see penny walking out of the water and up the grassy shore. She was as naked as the day she was born! I pulled up short stopping behind an old Musket Tree and watched her as she moved to the blanket Terry was laying on. Terry was on her belly sunning and I was not to surprise to see that she was also naked. Penny knelt down next to Terry and picked up a bottle of sunscreen. She put the bottle over Terries back and squeezed. It cool white cream pushed out onto Terries hot back making her squeal as she wiggled around giggling like a little girl. I was only about 25 feet from them and not only could see what they were doing I could hear them very well as Penny was laughed. "Here silly let me rub that in. Sam will shit if you get burnt." She began running her hands over Terries back spreading out the scented cream as she spoke. "I remember how he always was about sun burns." She lowered her voice imitating me. "Only an ass gets a sun burn Penny." Her hands worked down Terry's back to her butt and she put more cream in her hands. She began working it into Terries bottom. "I always though that was so funny." I watched how her breasts moved on her chest as she rubbed. "Until I got to school and went out and got my self cooked." Now she was rubbing down the backs of Terrie's thighs. She put more cream in her hand as Terry moved opening her thighs as Penny began rubbing it on her inner thighs. I thought I herd a soft sound from my wife as the girl worked her hands higher until I knew she had to of touched Terries exposed pussy lips. "I couldn't put my cloths on for a couple of days!" She laughed nervously as she moved off of my wife. "He always has been so good to me." I though I could see Terry lift her hips just a little as Penny pushed up the inside of her thighs again. "You should turn over and let me do your front." She backed rocked back on her heals moving away from Terry just a little bit. She rested her bottom on her heals in such a way that her legs were open just enough to let me see her dark skinned nether lips. Terries face was flushed when she turned over and it was a color I had seen many times over the years. It was the color she got when she was hot, very hot. She lay back as Penny put more cream in her hands not taking the time to worm it at all before pushing her hands onto Terry exposed belly. "AHHHhhh! Shit that's cold!" Terry squealed as she rolled around making her breasts bounce all over her chest. I licked my lips as I looked at how hard her nipples were.. Penny was laughing. "Ok, lay back and I will be good!" She moved down and began applying the sunscreen t Terries feet. She slowly worked her way up to Terrie's thighs and then moved pushing her right leg open wider so that it was between her own. Terry took the hint and opened her legs wide enough to let the girl settle. Penny worked over Terries thighs letting her thumbs dip between them and up over Terries full puffy girl lips. Penny moved slightly and I realized she had pushed her own pussy into the top of Terrie's leg and was pushing it back and forth riding it as she worked on my wife. Penny leaned forward working her hands up over Terries belly cupping her full breasts then back down and this time she ran them over my girls' pussy lips! This time there was no mistaking it Terry let out a soft moan as she pushed her hips up into the girls soft hand. Penny moved forward pushing her thigh into Terry as she moved up over my wife's body. She began to push her thigh into Terries now open pussy as she opened her legs wide for the girl. Penny leaned forward so that her face was just inches from Terries. Letting their nipples touch as Pennies lips touched Terries. "Are you sure?" Penny asked. "Oh god yes!" Terry pulled Penny down sucking her lips in to her mouth. "Fuck me!" I don't believe I have ever seen any thing so hot in my life as Penny began making love to my wife. Kissing her Penny touched every part of Terries body before she slowly ran her hand up then down Terrie's side until she worked it over to her pubic mound and between her thighs. Terry lifted her whole bottom up as the girls' fingers touched her clit and then slipped deeply into her wet open vagina. She pulled her hand back up to Terries open lips letting her wet fingers touch them, as she lay there with her mouth open. Then young girl covered Terrie's mouth with her own tasting my wife's juices. "I want to taste you." She whispered as she began kissing her way down Terrie's body stopping to suck each nipple. She sucked them working back and forth until she began slowly kissing and licking down, down over her belly and to her pussy mound. She worked her face between Terrie's wide-open thighs kissing and licking until she sucked her hard clit into her mouth. Penny had only there for a few seconds when Terry came. "OHHHhh aahhhhhhhh oh god yessssss ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" she put her fingers into Pennies hair pulling the girls face into her melting pussy. She began to relax and pulled Penny up kissing her hard, fully tasting her self for the first time. "I haven't ever done this." They kissed softly. "I know. It's ok." Penny rolled away just a little then took Terries hand in hers guiding it into her pussy. "Just touch me like you like to be touched. It will be fine." They began kissing again and I slipped back into the bushes not wanting them to know I was there. I sat by an old Oak Tree giving them about twenty minutes to finish up and began making all kinds of noise as I walked back down the path to them. "Hay ladies. What's good to eat?" I said with a big smile. Terry just looked at me with a big grin. "More things than I ever knew Sam. Set down we need to talk! Stay tuned for part 2 The House Guest Max lay awake in bed, unable to sleep or even get comfortable. His house was being fumigated for termites and he was forced to stay at a friends house for a few days. He was without his essentials for comfort. He wished that he had planned better when he packed to go to his friend Joe's place so he would at least have something to keep him entertained once Joe his and girlfriend Suzie had gone to bed. "A shot of whisky might do," he thought aloud and exited the basement bedroom. He tread quietly up the stairs trying not to make noise. He didn't want to wake Joe or Suzie so he tiptoed his way around. The trip to the kitchen went right past their room so he was moving as quiet as can be. Opening the cupboard quietly he extracted the bottle of Jack and took a nice long swig, nearly gagging. After his eyes returned inside their sockets he put the bottle back and started to tiptoe his way back to the stairs. Coming from an illuminated basement he hadn't noticed that a light was still on in Joe's room. He was going to knock on the door and say hi until he heard some moaning coming from inside the room. Quietly he peered through the slightly ajar door and got an eye full. "Holy shit," he whispered to himself. A mirror was directly in his line of sight which reflected to Joe's bed. Suzie was laying against the headboard with Joe's head squarely between her legs. Max had always been attracted to Suzie and was now seeing her in a way he had never thought to have the opportunity. She has always had long flowing blonde hair however tonight she had it covered up with a purple wig. He could see that her legs were covered by black fishnets with black straps attaching it to a garter belt. Her one hand was playing with Joe's hair while her other was massaging her left breast through a shiny purple bra. "I shouldn't stay here," he whispered to himself, "well, maybe for another minute." He watched in awe as his Joe drove her wild eating her pussy. He nearly instantly got a raging hard on. ***** Suzie's eyes rolled back in her head and she began to moan, "right there, yeah that's the spot." She was always a sucker for having her pussy eaten. Joe wasn't always good at it but she had taught him well. She liked being in control, and in the bedroom she always was. She always got what she wanted from Joe because if she didn't then he wouldn't get what he wanted. Joe's tongue lapped up and down and swirled around her clit, occasionally travelling down to her vagina to lap up some juices to make her pussy all the slicker. She had a brazillian earlier in the week and her pussy was completely bald and smooth. Two of his fingers travelled in and out of her tight pussy and explored up to her g-spot, sending shocks though her body. Occasionally she squeezed her his head between her warm thighs to keep him in one spot. She grabbed his hair tightly and pulled his head up to give him some air. "Do you like that?" She asked him, her head tilted back which gave her a more dominant look. Joe tried to nod but couldn't while his hair was being held so tightly. She then shoved his head back between her legs and directed him back to the task at hand. ***** Max was now completely aroused but was not prepared to go downstairs just yet. As quietly as he could he unzipped his fly and pulled out his cock. He was sure with the angle he was standing that there was no chance to be seen. Slowly he started stroking his throbbing member watching intently as Joe ate Suzie out. Every time she moaned or quivered he got an extra shot of pleasure with his slow strokes. Suzie's moaning began to get louder and more feverish. Max got more and more excited and nearly lost his load as he watched her reach orgasm. Her thighs clamped hard on Joe's head and she shook violently and then released his head. Joe then knelt in front of her, and Max shifted his angle to insure that he wouldn't be seen as some movement came from the bed. "Take your pants off,"she said, her voice travelling out into the hall. "Looks like you got pretty excited eating me out. I think I am going to taste that lollipop you got there." When her voice was no longer audible he peered back into the room. Joe was kneeling on the bed and Suzie was on all fours in front of him. She was slowly sucking on the head of his cock making him moan slightly. Max moved back into his original position and continued where he had left off. He has a great vantage point to view all the action. He starting beating off again, his heart pounding so loud from the excitement of watching, and the fear of getting caught. His stroking began to speed up and with his heart pounding so loudly he was unaware that he was beginning to make some noise. ***** Suzie took Joe's large cock into her mouth, slowly wrapping her tongue around his throbbing head. She teased him with her tongue and drove him wild. She knew the right balance of pleasure while allowing for endurance. Her body swayed as she began to take the dick deeper into her mouth and bob it in and out. She lifted it up so she could lick Joe' balls then slowly lick right up the shaft to his throbbing head before she buried it into her mouth again. She took her free hand and used that to keep her juices flowing by massaging her clit and pussy. Then she heard a noise that sounded like it was coming from outside the door. She took a quick glance at the reflection from a picture which reflected an image from outside the door. She could see a silhouette of a man masturbating in the hall. This made her pussy grow wetter. Knowing she was being watched turned her on so much, she had always fantasized about being spied on or making a movie for others to see, however she was not prepared to let Max know he had be caught just yet. Suzie began working Joe's cock harder, getting him as worked up as she could. The plan growing in her mind required Joe to be as horny as possible to ensure she got what she wanted. She took quick glances at the reflection as she stroked the rod as she sucked it deeper and deeper into her mouth. She was now convinced that Joe was as ready as she could get him. Suzie prepared to spring her plan into action. ***** Unaware that he had already been discovered by Suzie, Max kept jerking away. He maintained a good amount of stimulation but did not want to finish just yet. There was more to come, he knew it, and wanted to maintain full arousal until the end. He watched Suzie swallowing Joe's cock and wished that he could get the same treatment. He froze as Suzie got up and off the bed. "Jerk off for me," she commanded to Joe. He turned to watch her as she moved off the bed, he stroked his cock as she moved. She moved out of the mirrors reflection and that made Max nervous. Beginning to turn to get out of doorway's line of sight the door flung open. "Oh shit, its not what it looks like!" Max choked out turning to run. "Hands up you pervert!" Suzie said in a firm voice. She bored into his eyes as he turned to face her. "What the fuck do you think you are doing?" She asked. Before Max could answer Joe said, " what the fuck is going on, is Max out there?" He started to walk towards the door an angry look on his face. "Did I give you permission to stop?" She asked Joe. With confused look on his face he starting stroking his shaft again, watching as Suzie turned to talk to Max who was standing in the hallway. "So you like spying on people while they are fucking eh? Does it turn you on to see me with a big cock in my mouth?" She grabbed her large breasts and held them firmly together. " Do you like these?" She turned and held her ass up,"do you like this? You are just a real bad boy, spying on your friend fucking his girlfriend, and jerking off his hall. Get the fuck in that room, you are going to be punished now." Max walked into the room and got an angry look from Joe. All he could do is shrug with an apologetic look on his face. With his throbbing cock still protruding from his pants he stood there feeling awkward. Suzie moved to stand in between the two of them. "You have both been real bad boys, bad boys get punished. Joe started to protest,"what the fuck Max? Suzie, why the fuck did you..." "Shut your mouth, you were a bad boy recently, this is your punishment, if you ever want me to fuck you again, you will do what I tell you. And Max, if you value your freedom, you will do what I tell you, or I will call the cops and have you arrested." "What the fuck did I do Suzie?" Joe questioned her. "I know you went to the nudie bar last week, and went into the champagne room with a dirty whore stripper. My brother was there and he told me all about what he saw. You will do what I say or I will leave right now and you two can sit here together with your raging hard ons." Both men nodded at Suzie, and Max gave Joe an apologetic nod which was returned by Joe. Looks like neither had a choice in the matter. Suzie walked over and sat down on the edge of the bed and signalled for the two to come over and stand in front of her. Her eyes shot from cock to cock being stroked while the men stared at her. "Take your pants off Max." Suzie said, her order being obeyed quickly. She sucked on her finger while the men worked their shafts. Her other hand was cupping and massaging her one breast, occasionally reaching inside to squeeze and twist her hard pointy nipple. She glanced from Joe's cock to eyes, to Max's cock and then to his eyes while biting her lip. She was getting hornier the more she watched them work. Finally Suzie could no longer contain herself. "I think its about time I joined in guys, hands at your sides,"she said sliding on the bed into a squat between the men. Both of her pointer fingers drew lines from the mens balls to the tops of their dicks. Silvie looked up and smiled at Joe and took his cock deep into her mouth while starting to play with Max's cock. Spitting on Joe's schlong, then Max's, gave her a smoother stroke. She turned to Max and took his dick into her mouth for the first time. Nearly gagging, his dick disappeared deeper and deeper into her mouth. He moaned as she sucked it as hard as she could. He felt like his cock would rupture from the vacuum she produced with her mouth. "Holy shit Joe, your girls mouth is stronger then a shop vac." Max said then glanced at Joe. Joe shot him an angry look at first then nodded. "Yeah, she is pretty good at what she does." "Is your conversation more important then me?" she snapped at them. They both stood erect quickly and looked back down at her. She shook her head and went back to work on the rods in her hands. She brought both dicks as close together so she could swap from end to end to suck them both as quickly as possible. Her death grip on their dicks making them swell to massive sizes. She let go of Joe's cock and instructed, " get behind me and fill my pussy." She turned and got on her hands and knees facing Max. She kept sucking away as Joe knelt behind her. Suzie grabbed and ushered his cock into her dripping pussy, the spit mixing with her dripping juices allowed it to slip in with ease. She bit down on Max's member as she was penetrated and moaned the loudest she had the whole evening. Max and Joe shot each other a quick awkward look. Neither had ever been in a situation like this and were both a little uneasy. Both looked down at Suzie below them. Joe started to thrust his cock in and out making her bob up and down on the other shaft. Max reached down and cupped one of Suzie's breasts and began to fondle it. Joe took her other breast in hand and squeezed it hard then massaged it. She moaned more and more. Suzie took her mouth off Max's cock long enough to yell, "fuck my pussy as hard as you can, FUCKING HARD!!" Joe obliged and thrust as fast and deeply as he could. Suzie started gyrating her hips as the cock buried itself deep inside her snatch. Waves of pleasure began to flow though her causing her to thrust herself back harder on the dick threatening to rip her in half. Max looked down at her while she sucked, her eyes frequently met his occasionally closing due to extreme pleasure. She took the cock out of her mouth and said to Joe, "you know I have an ass back there, I suggest you give it some attention if you know what's good for you." Joe obliged her, dropping a wad of spit from his mouth. It landed at the crest of her ass crack and tricked down between her cheeks. When it reached her asshole he stopped it with his free thumb. Gently, he used the pad of his thumb to rub the spit around her asshole, pausing briefly to apply pressure. He swirled his thumb around making her moan louder as he added more pressure. Suzie arched her ass up putting more pressure on Joe's thumb, aiding in slowly slipping it into her pulsating asshole. It throbbed with her heartbeat, between each throb his thumb slipped deeper and deeper inside her. This made Suzie go wild, she began thrusting back and forth, taking Max's cock in deep then trusting back on Joe's cock and thumb. Joe could feel his cock sliding in and out through the thin membrane that separated his cock from his thumb. His thumb began to throb as Suzie flexed her asshole with each thrust. He reached his free hand down and began playing with Suzie's clit which was dripping with juice causing her to shudder then scream. "Holy fuck, HOLY FUCK!!IM CUMMING!!!" She shouted as she came for the second time. She slumped forward head resting between her hands and both cock's slipped from her. She kneeled on the floor for a bit, gathering her energy for the next wave she desired. Picking herself up off the floor, she shifted herself to the edge of the bed, legs hanging over. "Joe, come and kneel beside me." She stared at his cock as he crawled up onto the bed and she grabbed his dick and pulled it to her mouth. She took it deep inside her mouth and tasted her pussy juices. Stopping abruptly she glanced up at Max. "My asshole isn't going to stuff itself dummy!" She said as she glanced down at his cock then met his stare again. Max eagerly jumped at the opportunity. He moved in and picked up her legs and rested them on his shoulders. First he slipped his cock into her pussy and gave it a few thrusts, slicking it up for the task at hand. He withdrew and traced a line of juices down from Suzie's pussy to her waiting asshole. Gently he applied pressure to the tight ring, it slowly opened up for his cock finally allowing the head to slip in with a pop. Suzie moaned loudly, the vibration in her mouth adding to the pleasure Joe was getting with his cock in her mouth. Max's dick slipped deeper and deeper into her ass until it as all the way in. He slowly retracted then thrust gently in again. He then began thrusting in a rhythmic motion, pulling back as far as he could without extracting his cock then ramming it back in. Joe reached down and pulled the bra down that was holding Suzie's large breasts at bay. They exploded out and Joe grabbed and squeezed them. Her nipples were hard and he teased them as he played with her tits. He started thrusting his cock gently into Suzie's mouth with the same timing of Max's thrusts. Her breasts rocked back and forth and side to side as the men hammered away at her. Suzie reached down with her free hand and played with her pussy and clit, adding to the pleasure she was receiving with the large cock thrusting deep into her tight asshole. She pulled her mouth off Joe's cock and looked over at the mirror so she could watch herself being fucked. It turned her on so much that once gain she couldn't hold back and came. "Jesus fucking Christ!" She cried as the third orgasm hit her. She shook like hard, then shuddered then relaxed. Max pulled out and watched her slump down onto the bed. Her wig was now all frizzled, she looked as though she had just completed a marathon. "Boys, the last chapter is upon us." She told them. "The last act its going to be tight, real tight. Joe, be a doll and lay yourself down on the bed." Joe did as he was told, laying down on the bed while staring at Suzie. She climbed up on top of him and grabbed his dick, escorting into her waiting pussy. It slid in easily, she moaned as she took it all in. She arched her ass up and glanced back at Max. "All aboard," she said and gestured to him to climb up and be the final piece of the sandwich. Max climbed up and knelt behind Suzie. She was straddling Joe which made it that Max had to stand on one foot and allow his other knee to rest between Suzie and Joe's legs. Once in position Suzie reached back and ushered his cock into her waiting asshole. Having Joe's large dick filling her pussy made her ass substantially tighter then it was a minute before. Joe and Max then began to thrust. As Joe thrust into her pussy Max pulled back and vice versa. Suzie's fantasy was steering toward completion. "Fuck me guys, stretch me out, fuck me like the dirty slut I am!" She exclaimed as the men began to thrust harder and harder. Their timing was synchronized, she got stuffed tight and then they pulled back, thrust in, then pulled back. Every thrust she squealed a little. Suzie, getting so worked up again began gyrating as hard as she could on the dicks Faster and faster she went bringing everything closer to its climax. She could feel the two cock's growing larger and larger, getting closer and closer to releasing her prize. All three began to pant and moan louder and louder. Suzie's head reeled back and she screamed," fill me up with your cum boys, I fucking want it NOW!!" That was the final motivation the guys needed. First Joe came, his hips thrusting Suzie upwards spraying his large load inside her pussy. She could feel the heat of his cum as it exploded inside her making her reach her fourth and final orgasm. Her asshole began to convulse on Max's cock as she screamed audibly. Her pulsating asshole giving Max's cock its final argument to rupture. Max's cock swelled and spewed a massive load of cum into Suzie's ass, each throb of her asshole drawing more and more cum from his cock. Max pulled back and slid down onto the bed beside Joe and Suzie. He laid back and nearly passed out from the exertion. He looked over and watched a visibly spent Suzie dismount Joe and stand up. She wobbled as she walked and stood at the foot of the bed. The cum from inside her pussy and ass trickling down her leg. "I'm going to take a shower, I expect you won't be here when I get back Max." She said then turned and walked into he ensuite bathroom and shut the door. "Ummm," Max said, getting to his feet woozy from the experience. He pulled on his boxers and started walking towards the bedroom door. "We still going to play some basketball tomorrow?" Joe asked. Max turned and looked back at Joe who was laying all relaxed on the bed. "You're on man." He said turning to leave feeling quite awkward. "Thanks for helping me wear Suzie out man, maybe tomorrow I can have a night of rest." Joe chuckled as a puzzled Max left the room. The House Guest Martin stirred and looked at the bedside clock. Midnight. Had he heard something or was he just dreaming. He rolled over to look at his beautiful thirty six year old wife, Jenny, with the face and body of a twenty year old. She slept quietly with her light brown face framed by her long black hair. Martin decided he needed a cool drink on this warm mid-summer night. Dressed only in boxer shorts he padded out to the kitchen, stopping short when he noticed the fridge door open. Creeping out a little further he saw somebody raiding his fridge and prepared to tackle them when he suddenly realised it was Jenny's houseguest from work, also after a cool drink. Jenny had invited twenty-year-old Sally home for the weekend as her parents were going away and she didn't want to stay home alone. She was a very attractive girl with long black hair and a well proportioned body. They had gotten on well at various office functions over the past 12 months and she had subtly hinted on a number of occasions that she would be interested in getting to know him better. As he was about to say something Sally half turned so that the light from the fridge shone through her sheer nightie profiling a curvaceous body and firm, well-developed breasts. Martin felt a stirring in his groin and cleared his throat as he turned on the spotlights over the sink. Sally swung around in surprise, revealing a small pair of bikini briefs under her short nightie. Martin reveled in the sight and muttered an apology for scaring her. She accepted his apology with a smile and offered to get him a drink from the fridge while her eyes roamed over his well-built thirty six year old body. Handing him a glass of cold lemonade, her long fingers lightly brushed his hand in more than an accidental manner. Unable to think of anything to say, each of them drank slowly until Sally put her glass on the bench, turned to Martin and said quietly, "Can I ask you a personal question?" Martin replied, "Ask anything you like, not that I may necessarily answer." Sally ran her tongue slowly over her sensuous lips, took a deep breath, which pressed her tits against the sheer material, and said quietly, "Is it true that black men have the biggest cocks?" Martin paused as he considered the possibilities associated with this question. As the cock in question began to fatten in anticipation Martin replied with a wide grin, "That's for me to know and you to find out." Taking the cue Sally took his hand and said, "Let's find out then," as she led him to her bedroom where the low overhead lamp shed a soft light just right for a roll in the hay. As they reached her bed Sally turned around, reached up over his shoulders and started a long kiss while pressing her hot body against him. Her soft tongue entered between his lips and played inside his mouth until his experienced tongue licked along it. His lips sucked gently along her tongue and he felt his uncircumcised rod begin to rise to the occasion. As their tongues explored each other's mouths he could feel her erect nipples through the nightie against his bare chest. One hand began to massage a firm tit while the other roamed over her soft arse pulling her hard into his groin so that she could feel the length of his now stiff rod against her flat belly. Sally suddenly stopped playing with his lips and moved one hand down to his shorts as she suddenly realised that what she had heard was correct. She ran her hand over his erect ten inches through his shorts and her breathing quickened as they finished their first kiss. Sally murmured breathlessly, "It looks like I was right, but it will be too big for me." Martin, having heard this before, patiently said, "By the time I put it into your soft pussy you will be so wet and ready you will take it right up to the balls and beg for more." With that he lifted the nightie over her head and dropped it in a corner as he stood back a little to look at her young, white body, now only clad in the small bikini bottom. He marvelled at the marble white breasts that stood out firmly from her chest. Her dark pinkish brown nipples stood out from the light brown aureole in the first stages of sexual excitement. Enjoying the attention from this attractive man, Sally raised her arms and clasped her hands behind her head. This caused her tits to jut out further and she said, "Why don't you put your tongue to good use and see how big you can get my nipples." Needing no further invitation Martin put one arm around her back and bent down to take one erect nipple into his hot mouth. Gently he sucked on it while his tongue washed around the base of the soft flesh. He slowly sucked more of her smooth breast into his mouth while his fingers gently massaged the other breast and nipple. Sally began to moan quietly and took his head in her hands, guiding him to the sensitive parts of her well-developed chest. He pulled slightly away from her tit and squeezed both breasts together so that he could alternately suck and lick her now erect nipples while massaging the smooth globes with his experienced fingers. Suddenly she pulled his head away and breathlessly said; "Now it is my turn." Her fingers roamed over his hairless, muscular chest and played with his nipples as he had done with her. While his fingers continued to squeeze her breasts she slowly nibbled along his dark chest, sucking on his nipples as she passed, then proceeded to kiss her way slowly down to his belly until her hot lips reached the top of his boxer shorts. Sliding her hands down the same track her lips had covered, she knelt before him and sat back slightly to look at the long large bulge in his shorts which almost poked above the top of his shorts. Her hands moved to his hips and continued their downward journey, slowly taking his shorts with them. As the shorts slid down with her fingers his hard rod began to come into view. First came the light brown head, just poking out from its protective, almost transparent, skin covering. Then followed the length of black, thick prick and the large cum filled balls covered in fine, dark hair. Sally stared at the huge phallus while her hands automatically took his shorts to the floor. She had fucked a number of boys in her twenty years, but never a man and never had she seen such a beautiful, large cock. She licked her lips in anticipation of the coming sex as her long fingers lightly ran along the large cum channel up to tip of the head. A large drop of fluid bubbled from the tip and a finger scooped it up and took it to her soft lips. Her hot tongue took it from her finger and sucked it into her wet mouth. Her fingers circled the soft head and slid down the shaft, taking the foreskin away to reveal the sensitive ridge separating the large light brown head from the darker shaft. Another drop of clear fluid appeared at the large opening and Sally's tongue snaked out to take into her hot mouth. Martin grabbed hold of her dark hair and pulled her gently to his cock so that her lips covered the sensitive head. Sally gently sucked on the soft head, taking it partly into her mouth until she realised that she would not be able to get any further than the sensitive ridge. Still holding the foreskin down the huge shaft she slowly licked and nibbled along the underside of the head and down the cum channel. Halfway down she released her hand and the pliant skin returned to the ridge around the head. She continued her sucking journey down to the large black cum filled balls. Cupping them in one hand she nibbled down where they joined each other before sucking one into her mouth and washing it with her tongue. Martin groaned with the pleasure and pulled her away saying, "You are going to make me cum before I'm ready with that hot tongue of yours." He then took her into his strong arms and carried her over to the large bed, his erect prick swaying and rubbing against her naked back, leaving a large trail of pre-cum on the marble skin. When he reached the bed they again tongue kissed while Sally ran one hand down his back and rubbed his muscular arse. As their lips parted Martin gently placed Sally on the bed and said, "Now it's time to show you how to fuck and suck, although you seem to have a pretty good idea." Sally replied, with a knowing smile, "I have fucked a few boys from school, but their cocks were babies compared to yours. Most of them would cum before they even got all the way into my tight cunt. I would then make them suck me off and if they ate their cum out of my pussy and made me cum I would suck them hard again." "Sometimes they could then fuck me up the arse, or in my pussy doggy style, which used to bring them off pretty quickly. So you can see that I'm not totally innocent and I can hardly wait to see what you can do with that monster of yours." Martin smiled and said, "Well, let's get you completely naked and wet before we explore the many possibilities." With that he took both breasts in his hands, gently squeezing them as his thumbs played with her now enlarged nipples. He knelt beside her and took one nipple into his wet mouth, tonguing it as she moaned in ecstasy. Her young body half lifted from the bed when he suckled her firm tit and moved down to lick under the white mound. Leaving her heaving breasts, he gradually licked his way down over her belly until he came to the top of her almost sheer briefs. He could see her thick black patch of pubic hair through them and also noticed a large wet patch outlining her pussy lips. He crawled to the end of the bed so that he was looking directly up her perfect body. Reaching out, his hands took the top of her panties on each side and slowly began to roll them down over her pleasure garden. Putting her legs together, she drew them back which lifted her arse off the bed and allowed him to pull her now soaked briefs away from her body to the tops of her thighs. Still keeping her legs together she straightened them up so her toes were now pointing to the ceiling. Martin pulled the briefs up her long soft legs and over her small feet. Throwing them to the floor he began to nibble on her dainty feet and toes, which caused Sally to giggle, "I've never had that done to me before. Why don't you lick the inside of my ankles?" As she said that she spread her legs wide revealing her damp pussy and thick bush to Martin's experienced gaze. This time it was his turn to stop and look in amazement. He had never seen such a black bush of pubic hair against such a white body. Surrounded by this mass of hair were two slight ridges of white flesh, which ran down almost to her arse hole. He had never seen such a young pussy before and was more used to the ridges and varying lips of an older woman. Martin began to slowly lick his way down the soft leg, never letting his gaze fall from the glistening cunt lips waiting for him. He stopped at the back of her knee as her lower legs draped themselves over his shoulders. His kissing and licking forced her legs even wider apart and her pussy lips opened a little further to reveal the hint of wet inner lips just ready for sucking. His cock quivered in full erection as he began to move down the inside of her thigh towards the jeweled prize before him. When he could almost lick her wet cunt he put both hands under her firm arse and lifted her towards his eager mouth. His tongue flicked out and licked around her puckered arsehole, which made her squeal in delight. He then licked along the sensitive area between her arsehole and pussy, which made her squirm and groan in anticipation of the coming pleasure. He licked up a drop of fluid on the end of his tongue and lowered her back onto the bed. Still fascinated, he now saw that her soft smooth lips opened to a mysterious cavern of delights. He ran a finger gently along the soft ridge and parted it from its twin to reveal the wet and soft entry to her vagina. He bent his head to her and slowly inserted his tongue, tasting her salty fluids and feeling the velvet touch of her almost virginal inner cunt. He noticed her breathing quicken and her body reacting to the motion of his tongue as it searched her hidden folds, forcing her lips to open further to him. He noticed her tiny love button at the top of the soft lips, partly hidden by strands of now damp hair, and knew that this would be his final target to get her wet enough to sink his hot cock into her tight cunt. He moved down, licking from her puckered arse hole to her flowing cunt, plunging his soaked tongue into her wet pussy with each stroke. Her breathing quickened and she had started writhing in ecstacy, which caused his huge pole, and cum filled balls, to sway in anticipation as he knelt over her. Sally now began to lift off the bed, rubbing her velvet lips against his hot mouth as she started moaning in pre-orgasmic pleasure. Martin moved up to her now swollen clit and gently sucked upon the love bud causing her to tense in orgasm before bucking uncontrollably at his onslaught. Martin knew that she was now wet enough to take his rod but he also knew that he would not last too long in that tight pussy. As he wanted to fuck her slowly, he needed to be sucked off first so that he could take his time as he got hard again. As he began to move around to a sixty-nine position so she could suck him off he froze as his full balls were grasped by a warm hand and fondled by experienced fingers. He then heard Jenny say, " You sure got him hard Sally. Now do you believe how big that cock of his is?" Sally breathlessly replied, " I sure do now and I can hardly wait for you to help me put it into my hot cunt." Martin smiled as he lifted his face from Sally's wet pussy and said, " So you two smart bitches set me up. Well you will now have to do as I tell you before either of you get to ride on this mother-fucker." With that, he pulled Sally up and gave her a long slow tongue kiss while Jenny's fingers slowly masturbated his pole. Pulling away from Sally, he took Jenny's hand off his cock and lay down between the two women. His massive prick pointed toward the ceiling, waving gently with his movement. Jenny and Sally looked at each other with a grin as Martin said, " Alright girls, you have got to suck me off as slowly as possible and make sure you lick up all the hot jism I have got ready for you." Sally lay down alongside Martin so that he could see, smell and play with her soaking pussy. She curled her body across his lower stomach so that her firm tits were resting on his belly and took his rod in her hand forcing it down to his belly so that the huge light brown head was within easy reach of her hot mouth. She moved her closed fist along his cock forcing a large drop of precum to appear at the tip. Her tongue snaked out to collect it before it fell and she savoured the salty taste as she sucked it into her mouth. Her hand stopped just short of the sensitive head and her soft lips lightly brushed the opening a number of times, causing more fluid to appear while Martin moaned in pleasure. She then gradually took the hot head into her mouth, swallowing his now running fluids, until her lips fully encircled the whole sensitive area. While her hot tongue teased the tip of his prick her lips sucked slowly along the edge of his foreskin until her mouth was so full of cock she could hardly breath. While Martin's fingers toyed with Sally's dripping cunt, Jenny knelt between his outstretched legs and cupped his swinging balls with her hands. While Sally stroked his cock with her hand and lips Jenny took one ball between her lips and slowly sucked it into her mouth. She could feel the hard nut inside and gently nibbled around it as her fingers fondled the other sack hanging from his prick. Her other fingers rubbed along the sensitive area behind his scrotum and slowly rubbed down to his arsehole and back to where his cock joined his body. Martin began to writhe in pleasure, trying to fuck Sally's sucking mouth, and Jenny knew that he would not be long in cumming. She felt his balls lift slightly as the cum began to move towards his hard cock. She let his full sack drop from her mouth and licked up along the huge cum channel, which now stood out from the engorged phallus. As Jenny moved her way up his erection Sally withdrew the pulsating prick from her mouth and began kissing and licking the sensitive head. She felt Jenny's hand grab the base of the cock behind her hand and they both began masturbating him while they both teased his sensitive head with their hot tongues. Their hands moved up and down the wet pole urging his jism to leave his balls as they kissed each other with his cock head between their searching lips and tongues. Martin suddenly screamed in ecstasy as Jenny felt his built up load race along the cum channel of his upright steel hard cock. Both women faced the large slit in the black pole; mouths open in anticipation of the eruption, while their hands continued to masturbate his length. The first explosion of hot, white fluid flew from his prick and landed across Sally's forehead and into her black hair. She managed to take the next two over her lips and down her chin. As Sally's tongue snaked out to clean off her lips Jenny moved directly over the spasming black phallus, catching the next three ejaculations across her cheek and in her mouth. The next few white pearls did not quite meet either cum covered face and dropped back over Martin's balls and pubic hair. With the initial rush over, Jenny realised she still held his thick rod in her hand and again began to slowly rub up and down its softening length. This made the remaining cum bubble up out of his cock and run down the shaft, over her hand and across his balls and pubes. Sally put her hot lips over the tip of his still hard cock and sucked up the juices flowing from his tight balls. Jenny licked some of the hot cum from the side of his rod and balanced it on the end of her experienced tongue as she moved up to Sally's sucking lips. Sally took her cum covered lips from Martin's cockhead and snaked her tongue out to take the white fluid from Jenny. Their tongues played with each other as their lips slowly moved closer together. They tentatively kissed before Jenny moved to the corner of Sally's mouth and began to clean the drying cum off her cheek, taking the opportunity to lightly kiss over the young face. She returned to Sally's hot lips and they kissed deeper this time as their bodies moved towards each other. Martin's forgotten cock had now softened and the light head had disappeared within its sheath. Sally released it from her soft grip and it lay along his inside thigh, still dripping hot cum. Sally took one of Jenny's large breasts with her fingers and gently rubbed the erect nipple, causing Jenny to sigh and shudder slightly at this different touch. As their bodies came closer their searching lips parted and Jenny took one of Sally's creamy breasts and rubbed it gently against her own black tit, making both nipples stand upright. Each woman began nibbling the others neck as their breasts now crushed each other in an ecstatic hug. Martin watched in fascination as his wife and co-worker began to explore each other's hot bodies. As they slowly moved to suck on each other's tits he moved from between them and sat on a chair at the end of the bed. Martin had never before seen two women love each other live and stared at the erotic sight unfolding before him. As they began sucking each other's nipples Jenny forced Sally back onto the bed, slowly moving into a sixty-nine position. Jenny kissed her way down Sally's soft stomach towards the mass of wet, black pubic hair hiding her pleasure garden. Sally reluctantly released the large breast she was nibbling on and also kissed her way along the sweet body moving above her. The House Guest "Fuck me here, okay?" Tawny watched as Louie, her elven friend, bent over, allowing her full view of his nice plump ass. Naturally hairless ass crack was in full view as she watched Louie begin playing with his tiny pucker. She watched his index finger circle his entrance tantalizingly before pressing it into the middle, watched how the pucker gave way before her very eyes before he dipped back out. The seemingly young man, moaned as he squeezed his cheeks apart, showing Tawny an even better view .Firm tiny balls hung below as his penis swayed with each movement, goading for the newly transformed dickgirl to take him. He even wagged his ass, backing up just a bit until the head of his crack touched her clothed dick. Tawny frowned as she felt a surge of excitement and disgust enter her veins. Her stomach rolled as she shook her head, much to the horny elf's disappointment. Her own member which had been sleeping before was now half erect, and beginning to weep. A soft ach was awake in her loins and Tawny had to restrain herself from massaging her ten inch uncircumcised meat. Louie looked at her out the side of his eye. Adorable and exotic. "Please," he mumbled as he began to stroke himself. She watched his ass pulse, almost as if it were anticipating her dick in his ass. God, she wondered if... Tawny snapped out of it as she actually began reaching for the dark elf's cheeks. They looked soft, smooth and oh so fluffy. She wondered how much of a ripple would she get when she slammed balls deep into him. She wanted to know what he would sound like when he was screaming her name and holding onto the chair for dear life. She- "No, Louie. This is wrong. You need to change me back now," she demanded as her balls began to ach and her pussy contract. The image she had in her head dissolved as Louie stood up. No longer showing off his perfect ass, or his cute balls, Louie faced her. He leaned on his other leg, fist knuckled onto the cocked hip. His lower lip stuck out defiantly, green brows stitched together as he pouted. Elfish ears twitched in anger as he scowled. His own dick, fat and squat, was now rock hard leaking with precum. It stood at attention like a soldier waiting for his next order. Thick veins surrounded the meat, and seemed to jump every so often in anticipation. Tawny couldn't help the way her eyes were drawn to it or him in general. It had to be this damned spell. "Why," the elf demanded as he stood before her. He could barely reach her shoulder, which only cemented the fact that he was not her type. In the darkness of the room, Louie was almost childlike despite the fact that he was perhaps about 200 years her junior. An unfortunate side effect of being an elf, she supposed. He was just so short. Even so, with his relatively long hair, he looked more like a she than a guy and Tawny was most definitely not gay or a pedophile so Louie was just going to have to deal with her decision. She stepped back. "Because I don't want to and you need to find a way to change me back soon. I can't have this thing on me. I am not a guy," she hissed as the two glared at each other. Louie said nothing but took a step forward this time a bit closer than before. His hands grazed the tip of Tawny's cock, causing the girl to gasp in surprise and pleasure. The elf watched Tawny's expression, her flushed face and smirked a little. "The spell has to wear off on its own, Tawny. We should have some fun before it does", he purred. His green eyes flashed as Tawny took another step back. Her dick jumping as it brushed against the fabric. Was it just her or was it getting a little hot? The ache continued to spread even as the seconds ticked by. Her body felt like a fire, only growing hotter as time went on. Her pussy started to leak. Louie could smell her and began touching himself. First at the tip, gently smearing precum along the head before stroking his dick fully. His penis throbbed, he felt as it might burst if he kept this up. His ass began to contract as he imagined what she would feel like to have her inside of him. He licked his lips, moaning pathetically, and began touching his pert dark nipples. He wondered what she tasted like. Perhaps she was sweet. She did love strawberries... "Tawny, please. It'll be fun," he moaned as he stopped touching himself for a second to step forward again. This time he pressed his body to hers, burying his head into her soft breasts and grinding his unclothed erection against hers. She gasped in shock, as the elf wound his surprisingly strong arms around her waist, feeling and palming her butt cheeks firmly. She resisted the urge to moan, biting her bottom lips until it was numb. She shook herself, shoving the magical being away and headed for the door. Her heart pounded with every step she took. She felt a bit dizzy. "I said no Lou. If you want to go have some kind of weird Elvin orgy. Go ahead and find someone, but leave me out of it," the dickgirl huffed as she stamped out of her room, and down the hallway, leaving Louie by himself. She needed a shower. A nice cold one. The House Guest 'The House Guest' involves characters who appeared in my earlier offering, 'The Discipline Begins', and refers to events contained therein, but can be read as a stand alone story. * Florence Roberts' pretty ever-so slightly retroussé nose had been put out of joint. Sir Richard had invited a guest to stay at the Manse: Marsha Williams, best-selling popular historian and sparkling panellist on light-hearted radio discussion shows. When Sir Richard had rung to summon his maid to be introduced to his elegant lady friend, he had assured her that Florence could be expected to show the same deference and respect to his guest as to himself. Dr. Williams, a small, slight woman, had remained seated as Florence meekly extended her hand. Lightly clasping the proffered fingers, the sharp-nosed redhead coldly surveyed the girl from above her horn-rimmed spectacles, taking in the deep 'v' of cleavage peeping from the crisp white pinny, the short navy dress that ended above the fishnets to reveal a glimpse of garter belt, and the black patent three and a half inch heels. Uncomfortably aware that the uniform her master had chosen for her was might be thought immodest, Florence found herself blushing, her eyes downcast as she wilted under the blue-stocking's frosty appraisal. "You had best fetch my luggage to my room," the academic had said curtly. The week that had followed had not become less strained. Dr. Williams had proved a distinctly demanding house guest, constantly finding errands for Florence to run, and never being satisfied with her execution of them. Inevitably the girl had responded to the constant sighing and head shaking by becoming sullen and unhelpful; worse when the older lady barked her orders the young maid found herself becoming flustered and unable to think, her fumbling efforts to obey only further trying the doctor's limited patience. This, Florence thought angrily, was not how one got the best out of a maid. Mentally contrasting Marsha Williams's constant carping and undisguised annoyance with Sir Richard's sparing praise and courteous discipline, she found herself tingling at the memory of her master's firm hand falling upon her exposed buttocks. And that was not the worst of it. Since the ghastly Dr. Williams had come to stay her prim master had been observing the utmost decorum: not so much as a wandering hand had caressed his maid's thigh, never mind smack her cheeks. Marsha Williams on the other hand was being thoroughly serviced, this much Florence could testify to from the constant changing of her master's sheets; frankly she was surprised, and not a little impressed, by his sexagenarian stamina. To the devoted maid, who had never dared to aspire to grace her master's bed, having had to content herself with the occasional absent-minded grope as she went about her chores, it seemed an injustice that he should choose to sire this sour old trout when her supple young body was so entirely at his disposal. She smiled at the memory of how after he had spanked her for the first time, she had invited Sir Richard to unburden his load upon her upturned face. As she had gratefully licked away the semen that flecked her lips, she had rubbed her master's cum into the flushed skin of her breasts displayed to him in the lacy quarter cups, her finger tips forming slow circles around the distended nipples. Afterwards Sir Richard had been embarrassed; the next morning he had struggled to meet her eye. He had found cause more than once to repeat the beating, but his cock had remained stiffly within his slacks. However, as Florence lay across his lap recuperating between sets of swats, he had taken to inserting into her slot a pair of probing fingers, testing her moisture in the knowledge that the greater the arousal the higher the pain threshold; so it was not as if her master could be in doubt as to her willingness to accommodate him. Presumably the courtly older gentleman preferred to preserve the proprieties of the master-servant relationship. He was such an old-fashioned thing. Seething with resentment at her master's imperious house guest, and deprived of discipline, Sir Richard's maid was becoming increasingly sulky and impertinent. That morning as Florence was setting out the breakfast things, Marsha Williams had turned the page of her broadsheet newspaper and jogged the girl's arm, causing the spoon from the marmalade pot to flick off the tray and onto the academic's patterned silk dressing grown. "You stupid girl!" the doctor yelped. "It's your fault," Florence snapped back. "If you watched what you were doing..." "Florence!" Sir Richard's nostrils flared, his tone brooking no further dissension from his maid servant. For a moment Florence thought he might discipline her right there and then across the breakfast table, lifting her skirt in front of his annoying house guest. Mortified the maid was stunned into silence. "You really are the most clumsy child," the academic continued, wiping golden shred from the lapel of her gown. Florence looked to her master hoping for support, but the grey-haired gentleman had buried his face in The Times. "Perhaps, Dick," the doctor added waspishly, "You might bring yourself to consider employing a domestic with less in her bra and rather more under her bonnet." "Marsha..." Sir Richard warned softly. "I grant you she is ornamental, if slutty constitutes your notion of the feminine ideal; no doubt she would be a decorous addition to a middling-priced brothel. But where is the use in the girl? Were she some village dumpling in awe of the big house, it might be possible to hope for more from her in time. But look at her, all of life's advantages, a good upbringing, a decent public school and, though I can scarcely credit it, a second in classics from Cambridge, albeit only Cavendish, and yet she seems incapable of the most simple household tasks! I scarce imagine how she struggles with her secretarial duties. Doubtless after the fashion of her generation she drafts your correspondence in textspeak." Florence, who was close to tears, bridled at this. She coped very well with her secretarial duties; Sir Richard had even asked her to help him with his research. It was just the household stuff she found a challenge; that and the gardening of course - there had been that time she put undiluted fertiliser on Sir Richard's immaculately manicured lawn, her bum had smarted quite a bit after that; oh, and the chauffeuring -- when she had jumped a light, Sir Richard had felt obliged to demonstrate the colour it had been upon her cheeks. "But look at the useless lump," the doctor went on. "Content to strut around in high heels and flash a bit of bare flesh, in the hope of ingratiating herself with... with..." "A foolish old man?" offered Sir Richard, putting down his paper. Marsha Williams had suddenly gone very pale. "Miss Roberts," Sir Richard sighed, "would you be so kind as to fetch our guest a damp cloth? Thank you." Florence turned to leave. "Close the door after you," Sir Richard added. "Oh, and could you give us a few minutes?" Florence knocked softly on the door to the breakfast room. "Enter," came Marsha Williams's crystal tones. Florence was not quite sure what to expect: Marsha lying sobbing draped across the table, she hoped, or perhaps kneeling face to the wall, her gown pinned up in expectation punishment. To the maid's intense disappointment the academic seemed perfectly composed and in control of yourself, if a little more polite than previously. "Ah, Florence," Dr Williams smiled winningly. The maid bridled at the familiarity. Sir Richard, who used her given name only in moments of kindness, or of anger, would not be so disrespectful. But at least it was preferable to the doctor's usual peremptory, "Girl, come here!" It appeared that the insufferable old trout was making an effort to be friendly. Sir Richard it seemed had had words, even if he had presumably thought it a lapse of hospitality to give his house guest the beating her scrawny old butt so richly deserved. "Here child," the doctor continued, "help me off with my gown". The note of maternal affection came oddly from the lips of the waspish blue-stocking, but Florence, who had not given the matter thought before, realised that she was indeed young enough to have been the academic's daughter. In a moment of insight she realised how threatened the older women must feel by the high-breasted brunette in the first flush of her womanhood. If only the poor doctor knew how little regard her ageing lover really had for his faithful serving girl. Marsha turned her back to Florence, who dutifully slid the silk gown from off her shoulders, freeing her arms from out the sleeves, to reveal the thin freckled shoulders. As the robe slid down it dawned upon the maid that Doctor Williams was wearing nothing beneath. Perhaps six inches shorter than the young brunette in the high heels, the doctor was bony and angular, but plumper around the hips, bum and thighs. She turned to reveal small breasts and a slight potbelly, beneath which was a burgeoning bush of the same russet red as her wild frizzy locks. Averting her eyes, Florence began wiping the gown. "I think it is coming out okay, ma'am." "So it is. You are clever." The middle-aged doctor smiled ingratiatingly, seemingly oblivious of her nakedness. Florence found that her eyes kept turning back to glimpse at that outrageous bush. Catching the direction of the young woman's gaze the doctor looked down. "Yes, collar and cuffs match," she laughed. Knowing her master's preference for a well-trimmed mound, Florence wondered what Sir Richard made of such profusion. "Just because you are not expecting visitors, that is no reason not to mow the lawn," he would tell her; evidently he had not been able to bring himself to be so frank with the formidable author. Feeling a sudden upsurge in warmth for her erstwhile tormentor, Florence wondered how she might tactfully broach the subject. "You have a beautiful pussy, if you do not mind my saying so ma'am." Florence had not seen many pussies but she was genuinely impressed with Marsha's long, puffy outer labia. "The chestnut pubes set it off a treat." "Why, thank you," the doctor replied, raising an eye-brow. "I do so like the natural look," Florence continued, warming to her theme. "But I am afraid the master insists I wear mine short. "Does he indeed?" "Oh yes, ma'am, the master is very particular about my appearance. In fact," she added, unable to keep the note of shy triumph out of her voice, "he trims my pubic hair himself." This was true, the first time at least. Sir Richard had taken it on himself to show her exactly what he had in mind. This intimate information appear to dumbfound the academic. "Perhaps you had better show me," she said at last. Obligingly Florence looped her thumbs over the elastic of her black satin panties, bringing them down to above her knees, before lifting the hem of her dress to reveal a strip of dark hair extending an inch either side of a central parting, thin sideburns descending to neatly frame her slot. Donning her reading glasses, the doctor squatted on her haunches and peered intensely at the displayed muff. The carriage clock ticked loudly, and as minutes passed Florence wondered what could be so fascinating down there. Occasionally a finger would prod her mound, or stroke the trimmed fur, and as the redhead leaned in closer the younger woman could feel the warm air from the doctor's nostrils upon her skin. Finally Florence felt a soft cheek rub against her like a cat, nuzzling her mound. Standing abruptly, the doctor declared, "Yes, I like that." Florence, oddly relieved by the older lady's approval, found herself smiling. "Thank you Florence. You may shave me." Florence curtsied. "Ma'am," she said, her smile becoming an open grin. Florence eagerly set about fetching hot water, blunt-headed scissors, a razor, shaving brush, soap and towels, and on her return to the breakfast room found the hitherto frosty house guest perched upon the edge of the table, hands cradling her splayed knees. "Is this how you want me?" the doctor asked. "Could you lay on your back please, ma'am, and keep your legs a little wider apart. That's splendid thank you ma'am." The chestnut mane was at the perfect height for the kneeling Florence to work, and she set to with the scissors, pruning away great clumps of copper wire. This took some minutes, during which time the doctor appeared content to be worked on in silence. For her part the maid took in every detail of the older lady: the protruding navel, the mole with the single hair low on her belly, the light stippling of freckles, the slight orange-peeling of the inside of the thighs, the wrinkled hood and the leftward curl of the puffy lips. Once Florence was satisfied that she had reduced the pubes to a workable length, she worked the soap up to a lather, and began slathering the suds over Doctor Williams' mound. Lacking the confidence to use an unguarded blade as Sir Richard had done, she employed the safety razor in purposeful downward strokes, clearing the tops of the creased thighs, before reducing the outline of the trimmed bush to the shape preferred by her master. Pleased with her handiwork Florence leaned forward, and in daring imitation of the thrilling kiss bestowed upon her by her master, she puckered her lips around Marsha's clitoral hood, feeling as she did so the engorged clitoris push aside its cowl. "All done," she said, giving Marsha's bottom a playful swipe, as Sir Richard had done with her. Startled out of her reverie the doctor seemed momentarily inclined to take offence at the impertinence, but then began giggling. "Florence sweetie, your lip..." Florence put her hand to her mouth, brushing away a small moustache of shaving foam. Unable to retain the semblance of reserve any longer she joined the freshly tonsured guest in her laughter, tears coming to the amber-flecked hazel eyes at the final release of the tension between them. Sitting up the naked redhead wrapped her legs around the young brunette in the maid's uniform and leant in to kiss her, tenderly upon the lips. Surprised Florence did not respond, but then again she did not resist. Drawing away, the doctor, still in her glasses, gazed at the maid appraisingly, her ringed fingers toying with the tips of the rich brown tresses. "Richard is right, but then of course he always is. I had taken you for a tart, out for what she could get. You are not, I see that now. Sir Richard thinks highly of you; so I think shall I. Please forgive me my behaviour towards you." Florence blushed furiously, stupidly grateful for this formidable woman's approval. "I am sure there is nothing to forgive, ma'am." "Sir Richard wants us to be friends. For my part I should like nothing better. " Eager to be seen to do her master's bidding, Florence gushed her new found respect and affection. "Oh ma'am, I should like that too. Ever so much." "Sir Richard has also asked that I should be a mentor to you. Should you like that?" "Very much, ma'am. I am sure I could learn oodles from a woman of your reputation." Then as an afterthought, to express the gratitude she felt, she added, "And ma'am if there is anything at all that I can do to make you stay here more enjoyable please do no hesitate to ask." Sir Richard had indicated that she should show the same obedience to Dr Williams as to himself and henceforth she was determined to do just that. Marsha slid down off the table, and stood with her hands upon her hips. "Your instruction and my enjoyment need not be mutually exclusive, dear, " she said, a smile playing upon the rouged lips. "Go to my room and be so good as to return with the item you find beneath my pillow." Florence went upstairs as bid and returned holding at arm's length an alarmingly large and anatomically accurate dildo held in a black-leather harness. "You will have seen this before," the naked redhead upon the table commented matter of factly. Indeed Florence had, she had discovered it when unpacking Dr Williams' case. It had puzzled her, but she had concluded that Sir Richard perhaps was partial to being pegged, though in truth this had seemed rather out of character. Only upon lifting the scented pillow had it dawned upon the startled maid that the doctor intended another use for the formidable instrument. "When Richard mentioned he had a new maid, I packed it, you know on the off-chance," the doctor explained nonchalantly. "Upon meeting you I had not thought I should be needing it, but happily child you are rising in my estimation." In a daze Florence made to affix the harness to the skinny redhead, but Marsha only laughed. "Goodness sweetiepie you are eager; later perhaps. But your barbering exploits have put me in need of a bloody good rogering. Give it here; right that buckles there, and then if I tighten there; a bit more; there that'll do it. That's right, try walking up and down in it a bit, get the feel of it." Still in her high heels, Florence found herself parading before the naked academic, the large black cock swaying alarmingly as it peeped out from beneath the hem of her maid's dress. Marsha had the brunette perform some thrusting actions with her hips, and Florence began to feel that she might have some control of the monster. Expressing her satisfaction, the distinguished historian resumed her former position upon the table, her legs parting eagerly in anticipation of the bemused maid's latex phallus. "Well?" she said, showing some of her old impatience. "Are you going to keep me waiting?" Florence approached the gaping cunt uncertainly. She felt sure that Dr. William's mature years and considerable distinction demanded the utmost deference, and under Sir Richard's injunction she was bound to obey, but while she could see no harm in indulging the lady's unnatural appetites, it did occur to her that a well-behaved house guest would not take such frightful liberties with her host's servants. "Just stick it in girl," Doctor Williams commanded. "My snatch doesn't bite." Manoeuvring the dildo through use of her hips as best she was able, Florence found herself poking unprofitably at the sticky opening, to the doctor's growing annoyance. "Use your hand to guide it in you daft mare. Ah, that's it, ow, gently does it. Don't go pulling that face; this is as much for your benefit as mine." Though not entirely unwilling, Florence felt this was perhaps overstating the case. Her new mentor explained. "Too many of you young girls assume a feller is born knowing just what do with it, and give the poor chap no damn help at all. It's time you had some masculine perspective. What sort of lover do you think you are you going to make if you have never played the boy's part? " Florence, who had been becoming frustrated at the intractability of the plastic penis, could see the sense in this. More patient now that her needs were being met, her more experienced lover encouraged her to experiment with different stroke rates, thrust lengths and rhythms. The first time that the black dong slid out of the slippery hole, Florence thought that the doctor would be cross, but Marsha only laughed. Blushing at her clumsiness Florence joined the laughter, and set to with renewed vigour, the slapping of the base of the dildo against her labia rousing in her loins an answering enthusiasm for the sapphic exercise. She found that without risk of the latex cock escaping its fleshy socket, she could lean in closer, her brunette tresses brushing the doctor's small, freckled breasts, teasing the button-like nipples. Looking down on Marsha, panting heavily in response to the increasingly deep, hard thrusts, Florence felt a tenderness for this woman more than twenty years her senior. Yes, she could be a cantankerous old trout, but there was an honesty in the totality of her abandon. This was a woman who took what she wanted out of life, and should she choose to take you, you could only weep with gratitude. Of course Sir Richard would want a woman like this for his bed, not some gauche girl barely out of her gym-slip. The House Guest "You may slap my buttocks when it feels good to you to do so," Dr Williams granted graciously. Florence tried an experimental swipe, and made the older woman yelp. "Ow! You wretched child, you are supposed to be pleasuring me, not punishing me!" To Florence, for whom there was very little distinction between the two, the admonition was hard to understand, but obediently she toned down the force of her swats. The skinny academic's surprisingly full arse wobbled charmingly under Florence slaps, intriguing the much younger girl, who playfully sought to inflict as much pain as was possible without earning further rebuke. Evidently stimulated by the rough treatment, the doctor, forty-four next birthday, rubbed vigorously at her clitoris, the small perfectly manicured hands roughly abusing the sensitive nub, as moaning piteously, she demanded ever increased efforts from her twenty-two year old lover. Florence, her fleshy thighs slapping against the reddened rump, thrusted with fresh enthusiasm, determined to do her part in delivering her mentor a climax that should win her approval. As Marsha whimpered to a long shuddering climax, the exalting Florence found herself abruptly brought to earth. "And what pray is the meaning of this?" Florence spun round, wrenching her phallus ungently from the doctor's snatch. The grey-haired Sir Richard was stood by the door, his nostrils flaring. Florence imagined the tableau as it must appear to her master: the naked middle aged lady flushed and panting upon the breakfast table, and his blushing maid, the ludicrous plastic cock bouncing between her thighs, sticky with the doctor's juices. Sir Richard looked stern and a little tired. Marsha pushed herself up into a seated position, her mop of chestnut hair more dishevelled than ever. "Hullo Richard. I've been enjoying the hospitality of the house, wot." "I would say Marsha dearest, rather that you had been abusing my hospitality. I asked you to befriend my maid. Not to debauch her. As for you Miss Roberts I would have expected altogether more decorum. I had not thought to have brought a trollop under my roof." Sir Richard foot was tapping, a sign by which Florence knew he was struggling to contain his temper. Smiling Marsha ran her fingers through her tousled locks. "Cut the girl a break Dick, she was only looking after a guest as a dutiful little maid should. And most obliging she was too. That's a treasure you have there, Richard." She winked at the embarrassed maid servant. Oh dear, thought Florence, someone is going to catch it. Sir Richard crossed the room in a few strides, and held Marsha by the chin. "Madam, I explained to you quite plainly what would happen to you if you did not show Miss Roberts the respect due to her. Making a strumpet of her is hardly what I had in mind." With that he pushed his red-headed lover onto her back upon the table. "Really Richard," Marsha laughed nervously, " there is no need to take on so. Florence and I were just becoming better acquainted, and a splendid girl she is to." Without condescending to reply Sir Richard hoisted his lover's legs over her head, bidding the doctor hold them so that her thighs pressed against her belly. Tutting, Marsha obeyed, exposing the already reddened derriere. Sir Richard looked at his maid curiously. "I see Miss Roberts has been here before me." Fidgeting uneasily Florence gazed at her toes. "You may remain Miss Roberts to see how a proper spanking is administered." "Richard, you wouldn't." Doctor Williams was becoming genuinely alarmed now. "Not in front of the help." She was answered by a stinging blow. "Ow." And another. "Ow, ow." "There, that is a bit more like it don't you think Miss Roberts?" I could have done that, if she had let me, thought Florence sulkily. Sir Richard, incensed at the liberties taken by his house guest, was scarcely holding back at all, as he laid on with a will. She wont take many of those, Florence reflected. "Please Richard, don't," the tearful redhead pleaded, kicking her legs. "Keep still woman," Sir Richard snapped, grabbing her legs in the crook of his left arm to still them, barely breaking his rhythm as he did so. Her arse a fiery crimson, the helpless forty-three year old academic was blubbing freely now, tears streaming down her cheeks as she writhed in his grip. "Please Richard," whimpered Marsha, "I truly am sorry I doubted Florence's devotion to you. I only had your interests at heart." "Then why, Madam, when I had asked you to take the ungrateful girl under your wing did you think fit to abuse my trust so?" Sir Richard emphasised the question with another brutal swipe. "Aggh! Because I wanted to see how obedient she really was. Aggh!" "And you think it obedient of her that she should forget herself so much as to take part in that mockery of fornication?" "Aggh! She did it for you Richard, Aggh! Please no more." The defeated woman was barely struggling now. "For me?" Sir Richard stayed his hand. Pinned helpless upon her back, the distinguished Dr Marsha Williams, her blistered bottom afire, sniffed back the tears to plead the case of the young maid. "You did say that Florence was to obey commands from me as if they were from yourself." "Perhaps I have judged Florence harshly, but that does not excuse your behaviour, Madam." And with that Sir Richard resumed the onslaught "Aggh, I promise I shall be as obedient as Florence, but please, no more. Aggh." "Please, sir", Florence spoke up, surprised at her own temerity, "I think you should stop. I don't think she likes it." Sir Richard appeared to consider this extraordinary statement. "I am not altogether sure that she is supposed to like it. I had understood that she was being punished." "Yes, I know," protested Florence feebly, "but I do not think she likes being punished quite so hard." In spite of his anger Sir Richard was struggling to suppress a smile. "And what of you Miss Roberts, how hard do you like to be punished?" Florence blushed furiously. "I don't mind if it is quite hard. Sometimes." Sir Richard released the doctor's legs. "Well Miss Roberts, perhaps in that case you would like to take the rest of our guest's punishment for her?" "Really Richard," Marsha protested, rubbing her rump, "I don't think the poor girl deserves..." "Let us call it another test of her obedience," Sir Richard cut her short. "Take off that ridiculous contraption girl. I see you still have your panties on; they can come off as well." Florence did as she was bid, handing Sir Richard the panties to stuff into his breast pocket, as was his custom. "Dress off as well; come on, chop, chop. The bra too I think." Shrugging off the shoulder straps Florence stood for the first time entirely naked before her master. She was painfully aware of her unsupported breasts, too large for her frame, and a little lopsided, the left being the bigger. Marsha, momentarily oblivious of her pain and disgrace, let out a low appreciative whistle. "What a pair of charlies! They're fabulous!" Too polite to stare, Sir Richard mumbled, "Please you'll embarrass the poor girl." Then more firmly, "Now come here Miss Roberts." Florence crossed the room as bid, swaying on three and a half-inches of heel, her wobbly melons bobbling mortifyingly, each swinging globe out of control as it traced its own independent orbit. The still semi-prone doctor was staring in fascination at the jiggling gyrations of the maid's balloon like appendages, but Sir Richard, Florence gratefully observed, had tactfully averted his gaze. "Marsha," Sir Richard continued, "since Miss Roberts is to bear this for you, you shall have the best seat in the house, so you might see how nicely she suffers for you. Lie back on the table please, and you Florence place yourself at the edge of the table between her legs. A little closer, thank you, and Marsha edge up towards me if you will. A little further -- perfect. Now Florence if you could lean forward." Her crotch pressed against that of the doctor, Florence bent uncertainly towards the recumbent redhead though evidently not far enough. Grabbing her between the legs, Sir Richard hoiked the maid forward so she was lying on top of the slight academic. "Doctor Williams if you would be so kind to hold Miss Roberts in place." Marsha did as she was bid, wrapping her legs around the maid, pulling her closer, so that Florence 's firm young flesh was drawn against her own frailer body. Florence, feeling the older woman squirming to get comfortable beneath her larger frame, tried to take some of the weight upon her elbows. The well-built brunette felt like a great heffalump compared to the slight academic, her great squishy mounds quite enveloping the doctor's small breasts as the tender nipples rubbed tantalisingly. As the maid's lips hovered above those of the mature redhead, Florence found Marsha gazing up at her with huge deep blue eyes, her mascara smeared from the tribute of tears she had paid. "Thank you," Marsha mouthed. For all Sir Richard's talk of hard punishment, the first blow when it came was surprisingly gentle, just enough to make Florence pitch involuntarily forward, forcing her against the petite redhead, who gasped momentarily at finding herself bearing the full weight of the strapping girl, before smiling up at her as labia rocked against labia. Another swipe followed, and another, not harsh enough to bruise, but just solid enough for each smack to be audible. Florence, no stranger to Sir Richard's beatings, realised that he intended to take his time, savouring his control of the abject females as long as possible, making sure to keep Florence within the limits of the discomfort she was able to endure, but allowing the pain to build excruciatingly, made bearable only be the answering response within her loins. His fingers would keep testing her, touching her intimately, as he meticulously controlled her responses; and when she thought she could bear no more he would stay his hand awhile, his palms caressing and teasingly patting her reddened nates, until she was ready for the onslaught to begin again. It might last an hour, perhaps two; time would have no meaning. And beneath her, suffering with her, kissing away her tears, would be Marsha, having the breath knocked out of her with each forward lurch of the spanked maid, but always smiling up at her encouragingly, giving her the strength to bear the next blow. As the unending spanking threw them against one another, tits and pussies rubbed ceaselessly, unendurably, keeping them continually on the edge of climax, but always reined in by their skilful master, holding his hand at the vital moment, or if necessary pulling the women's sopping groins apart that exasperating inch which might as well have been a mile. Only when his arm and mind were utterly exhausted would he allow Florence to come, his fingers filling her as she humped his lover to ecstasy. Florence dared to hope that Sir Richard might then allow the two women whose combined age met his own to pleasure him to his own well-earned orgasm. Even were he just to permit her to watch while Marsha gobbled greedily on the engorged member that would be something; that the older woman might be allowed to provide instruction on the ways in which to please her master was too much almost to hope. As Sir Richard, giving Florence's scarlet derriere a chance to cool, made to pour himself a brandy, Marsha whispered in her ear. "You poor darling, Richard asks too much of you, he really does." "I aim to give satisfaction, ma'am," Florence bravely sniffed. "I hope you are not too uncomfortable." "It's all my fault," Marsha explained bitterly. "I saw Dick lurking outside the door, when you were shaving me. I thought it would be fun to tease him by putting on a show." "I am frightfully glad that you did, ma'am" said Florence cheekily stealing a kiss from the woman twice her age, before Sir Richard brought forth a joyous sob as he delivered the next relentless swat upon the maid's ruby red rear.