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Suburban Housewives Ch. 01

By: saucy_angie



Jen was a typical mother, and stay at home housewife, with two kids. Generally unassuming and 'ordinary,' Jen's main aim in life seemed merely to carry out the duties of a caring mother and dotting wife. Now 35, Jen still maintained much of the youthful 'girl next door' attractiveness her husband was drawn to all those years before. Her fine, shoulder length light brown hair, fair complexion, and piercing blue eyes merely emphasized this aspect of her looks. She was tall, about 5'9", curvaceous, as women who've had a few children tend to get, but still reasonably slender (albeit on the plumper side) with quite full, round, --and amazingly -- pert 36d breasts and the fine long legs that her husband first noticed coming out from her then, more youthfully appropriate, short skirts. 

Jen no longer wore those relatively skimpy outfits; replaced by knee length -- or longer- skirts or dresses, cleavage covering (usually) long sleeve tops; as society has deemed (or demands as) more appropriate for a woman of her age and station in life. Her personality more often than not, matched her appearance. Cautious and reserved, almost shy; she was conservative in how she conducted herself in public, as well as in private, not given to too much emotion or drawing attention to herself. She was very much the average not-quite-mousy housewife you'd see at any supermarket or family oriented box store in town.

Jen's best friend was Annie. Like Jen, Annie was also a married, stay at home housewife and mother of two. In fact, it was through their children that they first met at a playground a few years earlier, as their children were of similar age and they, as well as the two women, just seemed to hit it off from the start. Their husbands also became friends, though not to the level Annie and Jen were to become. Annie was a little older than Jen. Although 37, Annie still kept herself in great condition. Much more prone to 'working out' than her friend, Annie was thinner --even sporting an amazingly flat stomach for a mother of three- and more muscularly well toned than her younger companion. 

Annie was also smaller than Jen in other ways. She was shorter, at 5'3", had smaller, albeit even perkier and even better shaped 34b breasts, with long, thick black flowing hair and deep, dark --although mischievous- eyes to boot. Being as short as she was, she did not have the long slender legs of her friend, but although shorter and stockier by comparison, they still showed themselves to be well formed and attractive. 

Unlike Jen, Annie was not so much a pretty 'girl next door' type as a wild, near 'hippie girl' type with impish grin, a saucy vixen's face and a roaring, boisterous laugh that was winsome and seemed to engage all who were near her; male and female. Her looks and laughter only underscored her personality, whereas Jen was demur and almost shy, Annie was agreeable, open, playful and almost wild. Annie was more inclined to slightly more provocative, (i.e., lower cut blouses, skirts with slits), but also 'alternative' clothing than the more 'classical' dressed Jen. On the face of it there could not be two more different personalities than these two women; yet they were wholly compatible and were like the missing pieces to each others' personality puzzles.

Over the years, the two women had grown closer together as friends. While their husbands were at work and their children at school, Jen and Annie shared more laughter, tears, time, and secrets together than they seemed to do with their husbands. A bond grew that made them discuss nearly anything on their mind; their deepest, darkest desires. Yet in more recent months something seemed to stir within each woman that went beyond being kindred spirits; something that hinted at an emerging paradigm shift in their perspective of each other. 

It was this nascent, as yet underdeveloped new feeling that was soon to impact them in ways they previously had neither inkling nor, seemingly, overt desire. It was this new feeling that first exerted itself, in the most hesitant, merely playful, form just a few weeks earlier. Starting with almost uncontrollable giggling fits caused by increasingly 'inappropriate' humour; then progressing to more situations where one or the other ended up snuggled up to the other on a park bench, as the kids played, or on a living room couch as they watched a 'chick flick.' This soon moved toward sillier, almost school girl like games of tickling each others' chests, underarms, feet, and sometimes thighs; slapping each others' bottoms in mock anger; or even short bursts of wrestling on the ground where -- more often than not -- the bigger girl Jen ended up straddled on top of her smaller friend- often with her thighs firmly wrapped round Annie's midsection- holding her hands down to the ground and frequently finding themselves in various degrees of undress before they retreated in fits of laughter and embarrassment for allowing themselves to end up in such predicaments.

Along with this playfulness was an increased emphasis on more personal discussions about their sex lives; how things were going, what they enjoyed and didn't, thoughts about society's 'hot button' sex related issues, etc. With each new conversation, the topic and content became more detailed and graphic, more wide reaching, and more lurid, provocative, and erotic. About the only topics the women were not as interested in deeply pursing were bestiality and pedophilia, as each topic merely led to a unanimous condemnation of each as cruel and despicable to unwilling and inappropriate partners. Although Jen had always considered herself as a woman of high morality and discretion, she was never afraid to open up to her best friend. At first uncomfortable about the prospect of delving as deeply into such taboo subjects, Annie's reassuring, nonjudgmental attitude put Jen at ease and only seemed to implore her to go even wider and deeper in their discussions. As for Annie, although the 'wilder' more 'open-minded' of the two was, nevertheless, also cautious and nervous about their ever more provocative dialogue. In many ways just feigning her laid back openness to Jen, she too was uncertain that such discussion should venture so far into the deeper recesses of their sexuality. 

Starting with mundane topics such as how often they had sex with their husbands, number of partners they've ever had, sex positions and most 'naughty' places to have sex; the discussion gradually began to shift more to their feelings about fellatio, cunnilingus, anal sex, and having multiple partners at one time. With each successive topic of discussion, the two women found themselves strangely warmed, with a tingling sensation between their thighs and red, flushed faces. By the final stage of their conversations, the women probed issues related to group sex, same sex intimacy of both men and women, sparking other discussions about the use of toys or other inanimate objects, fisting and something Annie heard about called donut bumping or clam jousting (each term resulting in bursts of giggling by the mature girls).

In the final weeks of these in-depth conversations, Jen and Annie found themselves more and more intrigued by the subject of same-sex intimacy between women. Each were fascinated by what was done and how, with both agreeing that it piqued their curiosity. Often Annie would have a 'girls' night' at Jen's (as Jen had the roomier house, or so Annie always said!) to watch a rented movie or one they rented from a movie channel, while the kids had sleepovers elsewhere and the men were either out of town or 'out with the boys' at the bar or something. Frequently, a movie that included erotica, namely lesbian/bi-sexual erotica would be showing, leading the girls to leave the channel on to further flame their curiosities. Finally, Jen dared Annie to rent a more risqué DVD that was more specifically, and graphically, lesbian or bisexual in orientation. Annie, being more the risk taker, welcomed the challenge -- although once at the store, she was less brazen then initially. In her nervousness, Annie merely grabbed the first video that seemed to fit the bill and quickly paid and dashed over to Jen's house.

Upon arrival at Jen's house, the women awkwardly avoided the subject of watching the show for nearly an hour. Instead sipping wine and chatting about anything but sex. Ultimately it was the more reserved Jen who surprisingly broached the subject, wondering out loud when they should start watching the movie and if it was really going to be worth their time. Annie furtively pulled the DVD from her bag and thrust it into Jen's lap as if to say "There it is, deal with it!" In her shock, Jen merely stared at the disc and then at Annie before composing herself and getting up to insert the disc into her DVD player. The women sat back, not as close as they usually sat for 'chick flics' as an awkwardness enveloped them before the start of the show. As the music and visuals appeared, it was obvious this was more than either woman bargained for. Two women, an older woman --maybe in her late 20s- and a younger- more about 18 or 19, dressed respectively as teacher and schoolgirl; yet neither was attired like any teacher or student they had seen (other than perhaps some of the sluttier teens they saw at the local high school!).

The 'teacher' was in a rather provocative tight skirt, with slits up the side, hem little longer than a miniskirt, thigh high stockings, low cut blouse, a rather obvious black lace bra (and even more obvious cleavage), with heels so high that it was a wonder she could walk! The 'student' had on the obligatory short (very short) pleated plaid skirt and a rather sheer little white blouse; obviously no bra, knee socks and sneakers. As the 'starlets' bantered about the student's poor quality homework, proper clothing in class and other silliness that finally led to the student bending over to pick up her book the teacher had knocked off her desk, which exposed her mostly uncovered, thong clad bottom. Inevitably, this led to the teacher's almost too obvious handling of said firm, well shaped teen bottom; using the smooth caress of her fingers. At this, the two members of the movies' audience felt themselves even more nervous then before. 

At the same time, they were also feeling more aroused and intrigued by what they saw unfold before them. Sure, they giggled at the clichéd nonsense on the screen, but it was also highly charged laughter. A growing feeling of sexual tension was in the air and seemed to permeate their chortles. Occasional glances at each other during more graphic scenes. Such as where the teacher pulled her skirt up to reveal a bare, well trimmed pubic region and resorting to mounting and rubbing her increasingly wet pussy on the student's bare ass and thigh, all the while cupping and squeezing the small, perky breasts of her young mount. This scene was a prime example of a moment where the two older women found themselves looking out of the corner of their eyes at each other, giving out little grins and soft sighs, shifting their legs so that their thighs would squeeze harder together to help relieve some of the pent up sexual energy and frustration they were feeling.

As the movie progressed into more and more explicit scenes, such as the deep insertion of the teacher's two fingers into the younger woman's excited vagina or the student's eager tongue lapping at the older woman's now fully exposed labia, Annie tried to break the tension with what she thought was an appropriate joke, "Wow, Jen, when you look at the size of those two women it almost looks like me and you up there! I'm sure that teacher is about your shape and size and that girl is certainly about my size. The only twist is the teacher is older than her, while I'm older than you!" Annie chuckled at her observation. Yet, the comment only seemed to reinforce the sexual tension between the two as Jen merely nodded in a daze as she stared intently at the movie, realizing the reality of how close to the truth Annie's views were and how much she wished they were the two participants on the screen.

Once the movie shifted to what was to be it, and of course the 'starlets', climax --whereupon the amazing use of inanimate objects, (such as a chalkboard pointing stick, the teacher's apple, and finally the all so conveniently stored away strap on dildo), was utilized to encourage this grand finally, as the two women used each item to perfection on each other. At the same time, Jen and Annie also seemed to be hitting their peak of interest and sexual energy. Jen noticed a very warm, and quite wet, feeling between her legs. She was certain her panties were getting soaked and that it might show through her jeans. Her nipples were no help either, as they were very hard and jutted out through her tee shirt in such an evidently aroused state. Annie felt much the same and feared her panties would be no longer be wearable and her fluid would begin to trickle down her inner thighs when she got up. "If only I'd worn my jeans instead of this silly skirt!" she thought to herself. Her nipples were similarly poking right though her top but, unlike Jen, she hadn't put a bra on for the evening thinking her top was sufficiently suitable for holding her breasts in place. Now she realized what a mistake that was, as she knew her breasts seemed bigger, more pronounced with her nipples nearly ready to poke someone in the eye!

When the video's credits appeared, the two women remained silently frozen in their seats. Both were mulling over what they had seen and felt extremely stimulated by it. At the same time, both sat still wishing the other would be the first to get up and, thereby, taking the risk of exposing the arousal they would indicate by their dampened attire (not to mention the more apparent scent that would emanate from their pubic areas). At first the women tried awkwardly to have a chit chat about the movie; as if it was 'high art' or worthy of intellectual critique (e.g., "You notice how deep they were able to penetrate each other? I'm sure that would not be as easy or as pleasant as they made it seem!" or "I really think the student was a poor actress, I mean right from the start when she got up to get the dropped book, it was so fake! At least try to act like you weren't expecting that to happen."). Soon they diverted their discussion to more mundane issues and finally Annie shared that she had an early morning (a lie) and really needed to head home. The two women almost seemed to know right then how to save one or the other the first experience of embarrassment by simultaneously getting up and walking to the door. A very potent, even pungent, smell of arousal soon filled the room; neither woman commented or (at least tried) to notice. Annie's fears were realized as a steady trickle of her juices ran quickly down her thigh, while Jen's jeans had a very noticeable wet spot on their crotch. Yet, neither woman reacted; although both noticed the others' wetness, with the two women giving each other a good bye peck on the cheek and then a hug (one that lasted longer and firmer than normal, with each secretly wanting it to go onto more),. With that they said their good nights and Annie left for home.

After Annie left, Jen felt agitated and sought fulfillment for her primal urges. She noticed that Annie had forgotten the DVD and resorted to restarting the show. Yet, this time she showed far less inhibition, as she quickly shucked her soaking jeans and panties and lay back on her couch, splaying her long legs and slowly began caressing, probing, and separating her labial lips and rubbing her clitoris. Her moans became louder and more intense as she watched the two 'starlets' once again engage in their debauchery, then imagined herself with them, then ever more imagined she was with her best friend Annie. Her free hand slipped up her top and began to squeeze and pinch her breast through her bra before her excitement increasingly overtook her and she pull up her bra to expose her rather sumptuous breasts with their hardened, pointy nipples. With a roughness she did not think was in her, she more harshly squeezed her breasts, slapped them, pulled, twisted and roughly pinched at her large areolas as her other hand fiercely frigged her hot, sopping hole and rubbed her engorged clit. In only a few minutes, Jen had reached the apex of her climax and collapsed flushed, wet, and exhausted on her couch. Once she had finally composed herself she noticed how wet she really had become. Her mound and thighs were covered with her own juices, her couch seat was very damp and her hand was dripping with the secreted fluid. She got up and collected her soaked through panties and jeans, turned off her DVD player and went to have a shower; only stopping for a few minutes to clean off her couch cushion and hide away the DVD in her bag. 

When she finally arrived in her bathroom she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. Her hair was wild, somewhat wet with sweat, and matted. Her face was still red and also bore the drops of sweat that had trickled down her excited face. Her top was still pulled up and her bra was in disarray, even ruined by the rough treatment it had just received. Her nipples still protruded from her reddened, marked breasts, though not as much as they had a few minutes earlier. She looked down and saw her completely bare bottom half. Her pubic hair was obviously drenched by her own fluids. Her clit, although not as engorged as it had been, still poked its little head up from out of her mound. Long lines of vaginal juices were streaming down her long, sensuous legs. She once again felt aroused, but now more ashamed and fearful of discovery. She quickly entered her now warm shower to cleanse herself of her shameful degradation. Yet, not without also adding to it by again stroking and exploring her mons followed by her fingers' reentry between her newly excited vaginal walls. It was here she knew she must find a way to be with her dear friend. Regardless of the fears and anxieties, the feelings of degradation and shame; she must explore that avenue of her sexuality.

As Jen was exploring her new sexual feelings so, too, was her friend Annie. Indeed, it was a wonder Annie did not drive off the road from the distracting thoughts and feelings she was encountering. As she drove, she found herself 'unconsciously' allowing her skirt to ride up over her hips, exposing her very wet panties. Driving somewhat erratically, enough that it was a wonder she was not pulled over, Annie found her hand sliding down over her inner thighs and pushing her hips forward to facilitate better access to her raging sex. Her frustration at not being able to fully pursue her passion as she drove only added to her passion. Her fingers merely rubbing her clitoris and as much of her labial lips as was feasible. Finally surrendering to the inevitable, she switched focus to her well formed, pointy breasts, squeezing them as hard as it gave her pleasure and playfully twisting, pulling, and pinching her nipples.

At last arriving at home, Annie rushed into her house, barely closed the door then ripped off her panties and threw herself onto her bed where she explored her entire womanhood. Without concern for the noise she might make or the mess she may create, Annie very nearly tore all her clothes off and plunged her fingers in between her womanly walls as deep as she could get them. The jerks and twists of her fingers only made her more excited and her breast play merely made her long for more. She had only one thing on her mind, the vision of Jen straddled over her face while she played with Annie's body. She too felt pangs of doubt and shame once she had collected herself and washed her pungent smelling body. Yet, unlike Jen, it passed much faster and was replaced by a mischievous, playfulness that wanted nothing more than to turn her friend into a plaything there and then. In spite of this brazen desire, Annie controlled herself just enough to continue conducting her regular wifely and motherly affairs (her husband had never been fucked so well, as when he was fucked those following days!). It would have to be another day and another time, before she could make Jen her lover.

Suburban Housewives Ch. 02



It was over a week before Annie and Jen saw each other again. This was not so much by design as it was a matter of 'life' getting in the way. They were, of course, married mothers of school aged children. Yet, it had been much longer than either woman had expected or wished for.

Finally the day arrived. Annie invited Jen over for some coffee and a chat, as they had previously always enjoyed while the kids were at school and their hubbies were at work. It was about 10AM when Jen arrived at Annie's doorstep, dressed only somewhat more provocatively than usual -- if one could call it that! A knee length skirt and buttoned up long sleeve top that not only seemed to cling to her in the right places but had the top three buttons conveniently undone; exposing a little more cleavage than was usual for this rather conservative and refined lady. She had no expectations of anything more than what was offered that morning and had mostly put out of her mind that night where she and Annie had explored their interest in lesbian movies.

Annie was no less provocative, indeed a little more so as her recollection of that night was much more vivid than that of her younger, bigger friend. She was wearing a much shorter denim skirt than what Jen was wearing; exposing more leg and some thigh underneath. As well, Annie had on a rather loose fitting sleeveless blouse, which was far sheerer and lower cut than what Jen would have normally expected from her friend on a weekday morning. It was obvious that when Annie would lean over, even a little, that you could see almost everything down below and what was there was a very pretty sheer black lace bra that hardly seemed to cover most of Annie's comparatively smaller but perkier breasts.

Annie answered the door and smiled as she saw her friend, but it was a far more mischievous and impish smile than she normally gave out. "Hello, Jen, how are you sweetie?" Annie asked her usual opening question as she leant into her friend and gave her a hug. 

"I'm fine, hun, and you?" replied Jen, with her standard answer and reciprocal hug with a quick rub of Annie's back. As Jen did this, she noticed her friend's attire and thought it unusual for her to dress this way on what was nothing more than a normal school day morning.

Annie turned and led Jen to the dinning room table where the cream and sugar were set. Jen soon sat at the table legs crossed but, without realizing it, had allowed her skirt to ride farther up her legs than was usual for her. Annie noticed her friend's bared legs and felt a tingling between her own. Nevertheless she carried on making the coffee only feet from her friend. Annie began to muse to herself that maybe this was a good opportunity to test the waters of engaging in more than coffee and a chat with Jen. Still, she was fearful of scaring off or even losing her friend by any sudden changes in course.

As such, she decided to use more flirtatious means, as well as reigniting their ongoing discourse on sexuality (as if it was so 'academic'!).

Annie and Jen carried on with their usual light hearted banter, silly gossip and inside jokes, while Annie finished making the coffee. As she did this she decided to get out two coffee cups she rarely used from a higher cupboard shelf. Avoiding the use of a foot stool, Annie reached high up for the cups, thereby making her skirt ride well up her short, yet attractive, legs. Feigning inability to immediately find the cups, Annie searched around in such a way as to make her body and skirt sway and her hem rise up to expose all the more thigh. Jen was quick to notice her friend's position and felt a warming that reminded her of that 'girls' night' DVD session more then a week before. She gazed at and sized up Annie's fine legs and found her mouth, unexpectedly, watering.

The conversation continued much as before but a certain edge began to enter it. A diversion to more provocative topics gradually laced their discussion, with Jen asking Annie how her love life was. Annie just giggled, as she brought down the second cup (a twinkle in her eye as she noticed Jen's far too obvious gaze at her legs, which Jen quickly diverted when her friend looked over at her).

"Well now that you mention it, it has been a little more intense over the last week or so," Annie mused and then just laughed again, quite knowingly believing Jen should know full well why this change had emerged. "I think Ted and I have had more sex in the last week then the last two months and in more positions, with more of a wild edge than I think we have had in the last few years!" 

Jen laughed a little too, but more subdued and with an embarrassment about her. Jen knew only too well what might have created this intense desire for sexual satisfaction in her friend; it was the same one she had been feeling though she had done more to restrain it since that night with the DVD. "Well, I'm sure it was just that time of month or he was especially amorous or good in bed," Jen replied, rather sheepishly.

"Oh, I don't know about that, darling, my cycle hasn't yet hit that special time and Ted wasn't doing anything out of the ordinary, hell, if I hadn't pushed him to do even more than usual a couple of times, I am sure he'd just want to do the usual missionary position and go to sleep!" With that Annie threw back her head and cracked up with a wicked laugh. Jen was feeling stunned but increasingly aroused by the thought of what Annie may have done, but more than that, what drove her to it -- it was the DVD and that night; she just knew it.

Annie poured out the coffee for the women, leaning over near her friend her see through blouse dropped open in such a way that her cleavage was very evident -- indeed her entire bra and the form of her breasts, all the way down to a glimpse of her flat belly, was fully visible to Jen. It was near impossible for Jen not to look down her friend's top and see this sight, one that included an almost completely clear view of Annie's areolas through the very fine fabric of her bra. Jen felt more warmth and a sense of growing wetness between her legs as she observed Annie's body. She bit her lip to restrain her feelings only to see that Annie was grinning at her before sitting down to sip her coffee. 

"You like some cream, sugar?" Annie said with a giggle and a wink. Jen merely nodded and smiled, playfully toying with a lock of her hair. Annie poured the cream then took another sip of her coffee and licked her lips in a highly lascivious manner, "So what were we talking about again? Oh yes, sex! How could I forget? Now you know I have been wondering what else there is, sexually speaking of course, that one could do that might be very naughty and sensual?"

Jen shrugged but then, almost in a whisper replied, "I don't know, I have been curious about that as well." 

Annie noticed that Jen's skirt was still well up her legs, so she decided to reciprocate a little, albeit with an already shorter hemline. Her legs crossed and her skirt hiked all the more so that much of her thigh was exposed, she found herself kicking off her shoes and 'accidentally' brushing her foot over Jen's calf. "You ever thought of experimenting in other ways . . .I mean without your husband?" Annie said softly, her fingers gently running over the back of Jen's hand.

"Well, I don't know -- I'm not sure I'd want to cheat on Craig with another man; he's been a good husband and father."

"What if it was another possibility?" Annie retorted, her foot again lightly running up Jen's leg. Jen was now feeling awkward, but also very aroused; she made no effort to avoid these tentative advances. 

"What other possibilities you have in mind, Annie?" Jen could barely get the words out, but felt she must. 

"Hmmmm, well let's think of the options, some of what we've talked about before --what you think might really be an intriguing thing to try?" Annie's foot was now moving farther up Jen's long legs, then down again but with much more confident and sensual strokes; her hand now fully covered Jen's and her thumb was caressing over Jen's fingers. Jen moved in a little closer to her friend, her foot began to mirror what Annie's had been doing to her leg -- running up and down it with growing ease. 

"You are getting me thinking, you naughty girl you!" Jen teasingly slapped at Annie's cheek, but then stopped short to allow her fingers to caress her friend's soft smooth skin. 

Annie played coy and drew back for a minute before reengaging the subject of the DVD, "So what did you think of that movie we saw the other day? I thought the woman who played the teacher was a very poor actress!," she stroked back her hair, teasingly running a finger over the rim of her large loop earring, then began to chew lightly on a piece of her hair. 

Jen was a little taken aback, but pursued the conversation, "I agree but the student wasn't very good either, very fake when she had to pick up her books." 

"Yes, but I did find them both quite intriguing in other ways, didn't you? Very well put together and they had quite a bit of sensuality about them both, you agree?" 

Jen realized very much what direction the chat was going to and nodded, "Yes, very lovely attire and shapely women too," she hesitantly grinned.

Annie leaned into her friend, her hand roaming down onto and over Jen's bare lap. She smiled and gave her friend a simple peck on the cheek, while doing this her hand made its way farther up Jen's leg and rested on her supple thigh. Annie's fingers stroked the thigh, as Jen let out a soft moan of approval and run her own hand over Annie's exposed leg. 

"You really are a naughty little girl, aren't you?" Jen leaned into whisper into her friend's ear, giggling then giving Annie's earlobe a little nibble. 

"You don't know the half of it, darling!" Annie replied with her own sensuous whisper into her friend's ear, before licking its rim and nibbling her lobe as well, all the while her two hands running over Jen's legs and making a successful effort to uncross them. 

Jen's head was swimming, was this really happening? Her legs were now partially opened and her skirt was farther up her thighs and almost over her hips as she felt Annie's hands caress her thighs' inner sides. Jen closed her eyes and felt her friend's hands rub over her thighs until they were near her mound. She opened her eyes to discover Annie very near her, her blouse now unbuttoned to her belly and her lips about ready to kiss Jen's now flushed face. Annie gently pressed her lips onto Jen's, and soon found her friend's awkwardness show forth with silly giggling before she composed herself and returned the kiss with greater force.

Soon Annie's hands cupped Jen's full breasts through her top as the ladies became more enamored with each other and involved in their kissing. Their mouths opened and their tongues found each other and explored all over inside the other girl's mouth. Annie quickly discovered how to unbutton Jen's shirt; permitting her larger, bra clad breasts more freedom. Annie smiled at her younger, but more fulsome, friend's breasts. Weighing each in her hands, Annie felt proud to be the first woman to experience Jen's charms. Jen returned her smile, but with a more nervous, uncertain grin --one also filled with ever mounting desire. 

Jen pushed her breasts to Annie, encouraging her to do more. Annie had no qualms and proceeded to squeeze then knead Jen's breasts before finding the bra's clasp and completely unleashing them into Annie's waiting hands. Jen felt a rush of excitement as her friend's soft, warm hands limberly manipulated her bosom. With a momentary sigh, Jen arched her back as Annie's thumbs slowly circled Jen's hard, erect nipples making them even firmer then before.

"Your so soft and smooth, girl," cooed Annie as she continued to play with her partner's pliable flesh, "I wish I had such lovely, large breasts as you," the older woman exclaimed with a hint of sadness in her voice.

Jen just smiled at her companion and began to stroke Annie's long, thick black hair, "You should be very pleased with your body, your so beautiful and your breasts are so much firmer than mine," with that Jen ran her fingers gingerly over Annie's bra covered breasts before tentatively cupping one and confirming her statement by more tangibly feeling its firmness. Annie let out her own sigh of pleasure as she felt Jen's hand on her breast, then leaned in to kiss her again with more passion then previously; followed by the unclasping of her own bra to demonstrate the very well shaped and pointed, although smaller, mounds of almost snow white flesh. With this, each woman was able to complete their transaction, whereby they could freely excite each others' breasts with greater forthrightness then before.

As the women kissed each other like a couple of teenage lovers, hands playing with what were now fully bare breasts, tongues exploring mouths, lips tenderly covering each other's faces, necks, shoulders and finally over each breast; a greater level of intimacy and desire for experimenting emerged. The shorter, older woman took the initiative, first with her delicate then somewhat harsher examination of her friend's nipples. Starting with simple nibbles and suckles, Annie soon moved to hard suction of a larger surface of the breasts with her mouth, more chewing and tugging on Jen's nipples with her teeth, and little slaps with her hands that only made Jen feel highly charged and her breasts sway and become red with the stings. 

"Oh my, that feels soooo good, I can't believe what you're doing to me!" cried out Jen as she fell victim to Annie's less cautious advances. 

"Deep down, you really are such a dirty girl, aren't you Jenny?" replied Annie in a raspier, steamier, sensuous tone of voice coupled with a menacing smile. Jen merely gulped and moaned in response.

As Annie continued her attention to Jen's tits, her hand slipped ever ruefully upwards on Jen's thigh soon finding itself under her skirt; pushing up the hemline and exposing even more of Jen's lovely, well sculpted thighs. Jen merely accepted the encroachment and let her legs fall somewhat more open then they had been. Annie was well aware of Jen's subtle invitation and teasingly traced her finger tips over the outer rim of Jen's already damp panties. Jen had mixed feelings about Annie's advances as they were becoming bolder, brasher and more strikingly erotic in nature. On one hand she was terrified of what came next, how far will this go? On the other hand, she could hardly wait for the wonderful probing fingers of her friend both on her outer labial lips and clitoris and even within her vaginal walls. In the end, she succumbed to the latter desire; pushing her ass forward and her pubic region closer to her special friend's creeping hand.

Annie grinned to herself as she continued to suckle and chew upon Jen's nipple; finally she would feel her best friend's sweet wet hole. Annie pushed Jen's legs farther apart, Jen's skirt now almost entirely over her hips exposing her little white panties with the growing wet spot. Annie's fingers rubbed increasingly harder over Jen's mound, pushing her panties deeper inside her sopping canal. Jen let out a small gasp but didn't resist Annie; instead she began to run her fingers through Annie's hair and down her back in such a way as to say she wanted more and wanted Annie's face closer to the scene of the crime. Annie then tugged hard at Jen's panties, finally with a great pull she tore them off her body and left them to lay dangling off the kitchen seat. 

Annie had understood her friend's signals and found herself kissing down Jen's chest, all over her belly and especially her belly button, then down to her knees before she began to apply kisses and licks up Jen's inner thigh finally stopping at the threshold of Jen's aching, hot pussy. 

"You sure you want this, Jen?" Annie said half teasingly, "I could stop now and we could do something else?"

"Oh please no, I'll go out of my mind if you don't go on!" Jen exclaimed, with a hint of annoyance that such a thing could be asked. Jen's legs opened farther, inviting Annie to see more of her womanhood; Annie was enthralled as Jen's mound was a wonderful display of thick, curly hair; protruding- almost fat- lips, and engorged, obviously excited clitoris. Annie's fingers lovingly stroked Jen's pussy, taking time to explore every facet of it, while Jen lay back on the seat and moaned incessantly. 

"You are so beautiful, darling!" Annie purred, "I can stare at you all day." 

Jen exhaled with a loud sigh and stroked her friend's hairs then with a hint of school girl bashfulness stammered, "I don't think I'm that pretty, certainly not down there! It's kind of chubby and unkempt." 

Annie just screwed up her nose and chuckled, "Not from where I'm looking!" and with that Annie gently kissed the nub of Jen's clit, sending shivers through the bigger girl's entire frame.

Annie carefully made an effort to kiss every aspect of Jen's inner thighs, her quivering labial lips, her clit and then parting her lips, into her hole. Jen's matted, wild pubic hair engulfed Annie's mouth and nose; Annie giggled into her friend's mound and breathed in her rather pungent scent, "Oh dear, you sure haven't ever trimmed, let alone shaved, this bush have you honey?" As she said this, Annie pressed her thumb into Jen's watery love hole, making Jen jolt and buck a little, as well as groan with pleasure.

"I told you it's not pretty, I'm an old fashioned girl and nothing gets very wild or sexy in that part," Jen was finally able to respond, in halting breathy words. 

Annie just smirked and turned her thumb back and forth inside Jen's cunt, drilling deeper for the desired result, "No worries, baby, your old fashioned girl next door quality is what endears you to me." And with that, Annie pushed her bosom buddy back and lifted up her hips to facilitate a deeper penetration of her mound. Annie had never been with a woman like this before in this way, she felt a little anxious and queasy at tasting a woman's quim. Nevertheless, her insatiable desire to explore Jen's tangy foliage overcame her sense of uncertainty, leading her to a thorough kissing and licking of all she surveyed.

Jen could hardly believe what was happening to her, she felt in a daze and saw stars as the delicate, yet firm, tongue of her old pal made head way into her 'thirty something' housewife's cunny. Jen squirmed on her seat, as Annie's tongue ploughed ever deeper between the folds of her labia searching for greater treasures within. Annie's hands roamed over the big girl's sides, belly, arms and breasts, ensuring heightened sensuality. Jen was barely able to contain her lust, holding Annie's head closer to her sex while wrapping her long, luscious legs around Annie's neck, draping them down her bare back and squeezing her thighs together a little on Annie's sweet face. Grunts and moans emanated from Jen as she felt Annie's thumb reenter her wet, runny hole and her tongue redirect its efforts to her clitoris.

"Oh yes, baby, you really know what you're doing- it's like you've been doing it all your life!" gasped Jen, as Annie's index finger joined her thumb in probing Jen's vagina. 

"No, it's all new to me, except what I've done to myself," Annie replied, with a wink and in muffled tones, as her mouth continued its wicked work. 

"Well you sure are making me believe you're an expert," giggled the very flushed, sweaty and aroused Jen.

As Annie worked her tongue's magic on Jen's clit and vulva, her fingers began to experiment leaving Jen's gaping wet vaginal hole; they drifted down to the little red-brown bud beneath Jen's womanhood. With nary a warning, Annie pushed her pinky finger inside her tall friend's anus, making Jen buck and convulse with surprise and pleasure.




Suburban Housewives Ch. 02



"Oh fuck, that is amazing; I've never been penetrated there before!" Jen grabbed Annie's hand and helped guide her to insert a larger digit into her tiny rectal hole. "You can do better than that, girl," chuckled the ostensibly staid mother, "Let's give it a bit more effort!" 

With that, Annie's middle finger pushed deeper inside Jen's asshole, until her knuckle was nearly eclipsed and embraced by the anal walls. Annie was shocked by the unusual use of rough language by her conservative friend, who often chided her for the occasional slip into blue words; yet, it only added to the erotic quality of the moment, as Annie submitted to her chum's request.

"Boy, you really are turning out to be a dirty little ho!" Annie laughed as her finger penetrated deeper inside Jen's anus, followed by her thumb returning to its work of turning within her drenched pussy. 

"Mmmmm, you're sure turning me into one anyway," Jen said with an obvious tinge of heightened emotion and agitation. Jen began to mimic Annie's thrusts by rocking her bottom back and forth to increase the penetration even more. "Ooooo yaaaa, I want you in me baby!" Jen gulped and cried, then uttered a variety of expletives never before heard by her friend, "I want to be filled by you and used by you today." Annie had no reservations about such a demand; she was more willing than Jen could ever know. 

Annie roughly pulled up Jen's and her own skirt, nearly ripping off her damp panties as they fell quickly to the ground. Pushing Jen's leg up and laying it on her shoulder she left Jen in a most vulnerable and erotic pose before pushing Jen's other leg over wider, "I wanna feel your lovely muff on mine, darling!" And with that, Annie intersected with Jen, in a scissor like position the two women pressed together on the chair- nearly making the poor furniture break under their weight. Jen was pushed over more into a near side position to permit her friend's smaller, yet still hairy and plump mound to mount and slide over her own. The two thirty something housewives found themselves fidgeting and grinding slowly in rather awkward yet, oh so provocative movements, resulting in wet, curly hair covered lips rubbing together, separating at points, and including the occasional meeting of clitorises that made one or the other girl jolt and jerk in convulsed pleasure. Each held tight to the other, an arm round a side or shoulder, the other grasping at a breast or ass cheek --sometimes alternating between the two erogenous zones. 

"Oooooo yaaaaaa, you feel sooooo fucking gooooood on me girlie!" grunted Annie as Jen flitted her eyelids, bit her lip, and grunted and moaned in response. 

The writhing women soon found the chair less capable of providing freedom and comfort for their obscene activity. Disconnecting their bodies for mere seconds, they shifted down to the kitchen floor where their legs and mounds once again interlocked in a passionate display; each woman reached and firmly grabbed each others' hands to pull tighter together; thus helping to encourage greater pressure and friction between their vaginas. Depraved, guttural sounds emanated from them in growing speed and volume as the women increased the intensity and rapidity of their actions. Loud, wet slapping sounds accompanied the grinding together of their vulvas, further enhanced by an emerging, especially hot, heady scent from their nether regions. 

After a few minutes, the women collapsed in a messy sticky, drenched pile; before embracing for a kiss. 

"MMMMM that was wonderful!" exclaimed Jen.

"I'll say, but I don't think I am quite done yet." Annie wickedly retorted. Pushing off her friend Annie helped Jen up before sliding her hand over Jen's dripping pussy; pushing one, then two digits inside her and rubbing her thumb over Jen's clitoris in circular fashion, while leaning in to deeply kiss her new found lover; all the while their breasts slapping against each others' bodies. Jen moaned into Annie's mouth and reciprocated the fingering action in her smaller partner's quim. In time, a third digit joined the others to help probe the deeper recesses of each woman's private location; joined also by a growing drip of juices down their hands and inner thighs, as well as heighten sounds of pleasure that finally resulted in another climax for the girls.

"I think that may just be the greatest orgasm I have ever had!" opined Jen, as the women disengaged their fingers and stood smiling with satisfied expressions on their faces; caressing each others' bodies, stroking each others' hair, and leaving soft kisses on each other's cheek, necks and lips. 

"Ya, same here, but I don't think that'll be the last time we say that," replied Annie somewhat cheekily, reaching round to squeeze and slap a cheek of her partner's full bottom. "Well, all things must come to an end," she giggled at her naughty little pun, "We should clean ourselves and the kitchen up, before the kids get back." Jen nodded and gave her friend one more deep kiss before the two women went to the shower and washed off. 

The two playfully cleaned each others' entire bodies, while also taking time to kiss, caress, feel, and even smack each others' butt cheeks before drying off and getting dressed. 

"Oh dear, I guess you'll have no panties to put on!" Annie noted, as Jen's torn, wet panties still lay on the kitchen floor. 

"That's fine, I feel like going without, but you can keep my old ones as a souvenir if you like?" giggled the larger woman, her breasts shaking as she did. 

"I think I might," winked Annie, who soon held the new trophy to her nose for a little smell and smiled with a delightful mischievousness; before placing them in her purse. "You'll be a little cool down below won't you dear?" Annie opined, her hand sliding smoothly up her friend's skirt where her finger teasingly ran over Jen's recently cleansed slit; provoking renewed lust in the younger woman as she felt Annie's finger ply open her fleshy lips and soon twist within her once more. 

"Oh fuck, I can't believe you are doing that to me again!" 

Jen felt herself squirm on her pal's digit before it was suddenly retracted with a passionate, lust filled chortle, "I think that's enough for today, don't you love?" Jen feigned a frown of disappointment but she knew it was the right thing to do. 

The two new lovers embraced once more with another passionate kiss, before saying their goodbyes. With that, Jen opened the door out and walked out, her newly drawn juices coating her vagina and pubic hair; her skirt somewhat disheveled and hiked up exposing more thigh than she was usually wont to do. It had been a day of first times, and she wasn't about to stop now.

Yes, thought Annie, it had been an eventful, eye opening day; one that would impresses each woman in such a way that would change the course of their relationship and their lives as women. After Jen had left, Annie cleaned up the kitchen but not without noticing a small puddle of liquid on the chair and kitchen floor where the girls had tangled. She ran her finger through the fluid, closed her eyes, and slowly licked it off, smiling knowingly as she thought of her friend and what they had just done. For two fully domesticated, relatively inhibited housewives this was surely the start of something exceptionally undomesticated and uninhibited.



Suburban Housewives Ch. 03



Over the course of the following days Jen and Annie found themselves more distracted than they had ever been before. Thoughts filled the young mothers' minds, thoughts of each other, of what they had done and how much they had enjoyed it and desired to try it again. Nevertheless, life must go on and tended to get in the way of their passion. Indeed, it was more than just the business of life that restrained them; it was also an unnerving fear of embarking on that journey again. This was especially the case for the more conservative, even up tight, Jen who still had many misgivings and a sense of guilt about what transpired. It was over a week after their first sexual encounter before they saw one another again. It was Annie who finally broached the subject of reuniting, albeit for a simple chat over tea some morning and later maybe a little lunch, with the emphatic stress that there were no strings attached, no expectations of anything more than two friends returning to their usual enjoyable discussions; it was going to be just like old times, Annie assured Jen.

Although Jen was assured of the innocence of their meeting, she still felt conflicted about how to dress for the occasion. In the end, she wore a simple pencil skirt, whose hem was undoubtedly a little shorter --perhaps two inches above the knees - than was typical for Jen; with small slits up the sides and matching jacket, a pretty blouse; with a fine, lacey red bra and matching panties, not to mention thigh high stockings- all a little more provocative then was common for her to wear, but still decidedly conservative and unrevealing. Further, Jen made sure she had her best makeup highlights, not too much as to be gaudy or 'tarty,' but enough to accentuate her appearance; especially her crystal blue eyes, along with a little extra attention to giving more curl to her shoulder length hair. To cap off her outfit, Jen wore one of her best pairs of shoes -- quite a flat heel, since she was already quite tall- and a cute little handbag that seemed to add a little more feminine appeal.

Just as Annie was about to answer the door, Jen felt a pang of regret at ever coming, "This is so wrong, I'm a happily married woman . . .and mother too!" 

Yet, when she saw her friend's friendly smiling face, her apprehension disappeared. "Hey you!" Annie let out with her typically warm, laid-back tone, "I've been hoping you'd show up soon." With that Annie gave Jen a quick nonsexual hug, putting Jen at ease. Still, Jen felt there might be more to this visit when she saw that Annie was wearing something especially feminine and pretty; something she didn't regularly do.

It was a very lovely dress, with buttons all the way up the front from the hem to the collar. Its hem was also fairly short, easily three inches above the knee. Her skirts were such that the slip was quite clearly underneath, yet it was also clear she did not have a bra on as the dress was quite sheer and the gaps between the button holes were larger than they maybe should have been; exposing much skin (that is, cleavage and quite a direct view of most of her breasts), as well as the obvious, easy to see dark coloring of her entire areolas. It was also clear Annie had no hose and either just a thong or maybe nothing at all underneath, with just her recently shaved soft, smooth legs jutting from under her dress. All the while she wore rather sexy open toe high heels that displayed her also recently red painted toenails and a toe ring on each of her feet's second toes, which just seemed to give her appearance a little extra sensuality. Annie's shoes also did quite a bit to even the difference between the women's heights.

As the women chatted, laughed, and settled down in the living room for a cup of tea and more frivolous gossip, it almost seemed like old times; as if nothing sexual had happened between them. Finally, it was when Jen noticed something new near the fireplace that began to unravel this state of trite conversation and turn it into another direction. 

"Oh what is that by the fireplace, Annie? I must see!" Jen exuded before getting up to go nearer, then bending over to look at the item. 

"Oh it's nothing, just a little knick knack I found at a local shop," replied Annie nonchalantly; though inside a growing desire emerged as she watched her friend's buttocks rise up (as did her skirt's hemline) and protrude through her skirt as she bent over to inspect the thing. 

"Is that so, it looks rather funny, what is it?" Jen inquired, her hand reaching to touch the gnome like figurine, before accidentally knocking it over. "Oops, sorry, I didn't mean to do that!" Jen blushed and tried to fix what she had done. 

"Oh you really can be a clumsy girl, can't you, Jen?" Annie said with a vexed tone as she got up to help, "here, let me take care of it!" Annie pushed Jen a little out of the way and fixed the item, provoking Jen to retaliate.

"Hey, don't push me, I didn't mean to knock it over!" Jen rebuked, pushing Annie a little harder than Annie had pushed her. 

"Watch it chick or they'll be hell to pay!" Annie grabbed Jen and pushed her to the floor onto her back, her legs flying somewhat open, with her skirt pushed back a bit. Jen quickly scrambled up and soon the two women engaged in a somewhat heated, albeit also playful, wrestling match. It became quite the sight to see, two grown women dressed in quite refined, feminine attire, pushing each other, rolling on the floor, increasingly disassembling what had previously been well assembled housewives. 

"You little minx, you!" Jen called out, her skirt already forced well up her thighs revealing her stocking's tops, her blouse pulled fully out of her skirt with many buttons already popped open exposing her pretty lace bra as she tried to hold her wrestling partner down. 

Annie growled and fought hard, her dress' hem also pushed up and its buttons in a various states of openness, exposing much of her bare breasts underneath. 

"You are in for it now, you little ho!" Annie shouted. 

Her words went further than either woman had gone before, eliciting even more of a struggle before Annie tickled Jen's underarms then used her strong thighs to clench on Jen's abdomen, thus using her only advantage to gain the upper hand and hold her opponent down. 

"Now who's the minx, huh slut?" Annie stared down at her squirming friend, her hands pushing Jen's to the floor while she sat on her stomach. The sight of Jen laying there, blouse now mostly open, bra pushed up exposing all of one and most of the other breast, excited Annie. Jen felt much the same way as she saw her friend's now wild, thick long hair, her dress' open top revealing her lovely two orbs of flesh, while her dress' skirt and its subordinate slip were over her hips; exposing most of her legs. 

The women began to giggle uncontrollably before Annie leaned down to kiss Jen square on the lips, setting the two women ablaze with passion again. Jen reached up to cup and gently feel Annie's bare breasts, making the older woman moan with appreciation and rock on her partner's body, "that feels wonderful, let me see if you like it too." She reciprocated Jen's actions, making both women moan with pleasure as their fingers and thumbs played with the entirety of each others' breasts, not just squeezing them but rubbing, pulling, pinching, and twisting each nipple. The girls returned to a naughtier form of wrestling, now writhing over each others' bodies, playing with, even slapping each other on the breast, while their hips interlocked and engaged in a variety of squirming moves, grinding and what was becoming ever more apparently dry humping. 

Annie forcibly flipped her larger lover's body over, placing her on her stomach and pulled Jen's skirt up to bare most of her panty clad bottom. 

"Mmmmm, very pretty baby" Annie exhorted, her fingers caressing the fabric and the buttocks underneath, "makes me very wet seeing you like this!" With that she tugged at the pretty undergarment until Jen's entire buttocks were revealed. Annie then unbuttoned more of her dress to disclose most of her body before pulling up her slip to demonstrate only a bare, hairy twat underneath. Jen glanced back and smiled before letting out a sigh of satisfaction that they had returned to their sensual relations, her dampened pretty panties, appearing as if it were a mere wet rag, were now pulled to her knees.

Annie straddled the big girl's larger, round ass before properly mounting one of its fleshy cheeks with her now very wet cunt. "You have such a lovely full, round ass. I've wanted to do this for a long time," she gasped as her pussy began to slowly rub Jen's butt cheek into it; Annie's grunts and moans soon followed as she ran her fingernails over Jen's now mostly bare back (as her blouse had been pushed up during the scuffle), before then clasping Jen's non-mounted ass cheek with a firm grip of her hand. Jen groaned and lifted up her backside until she was on her hands and knees pushing her butt into Annie's near gushing vulva. 

"You're such a brazen little wench, Annie, I can't believe what we are doing," Jen offered in a breathy, rather husky voice. Annie noted Jen's larger breasts below, now freely swaying as Annie rode her friend's derriere in a truly obscene manner. 

Annie again ran her fingernails over Jen's back then her side before reaching around and under to trace her slightly chubby belly; caressing her belly's button hole before sliding up her chest to grasp Jen's dangling breasts.

"Ooooo yaaaa I love that baby," Jen gulped as Annie dug her fingernails into the voluptuous mounds as she squeezed them with greater force, pressing Jen's nipples between her finger and thumb until they were far more distended then before. Jen felt a strong mixture of pleasure and pain that was demonstrated by a flailing of her head and hair, then corresponded with a loud cry and moan, "Damn bitch, you're making me sooo wet!" 

"Who are you calling bitch, cunt? The only bitch I see around here is underneath me, I think you're my bitch!," Annie laughed menacingly and slapped her partner's ass cheek with great relish, before returning to squeeze and knead Jen's mammary glands, as well as prod and prick them with her nails.

"Oh gosh, Annie, that really feels amazing. It kind of hurts but I feel so alive!" Jen squealed with glee. "Plus I've never used so many dirty words at one time in my life," she continued with a chuckle. 

"Yes, you have been very naughty and I can see you really do enjoy this by what I see back here," Annie chortled as she looked back at her partner's fully exposed ass and pussy, before running a finger over the well lubricated hairy cunny lips before plunging the digit deep between them.

"Oh darling, you really know how to push all the right buttons," Jen said with a moan. 

"Yes, but I'm not through yet," said Annie as she dug deeper now with two fingers before remounting her larger friend, straddled over her spinal area. Her hand reached back to continue her fingers' probe and, at the same time, Annie reached out her other hand to grasp at a swaying breast and pulling it to the side with a rough squeeze Annie began to squeeze her legs together around Jen's midriff and cry out, "Ride 'em cowboy!" with a hoarse laugh and toss of her head, making her long thick hair fly in the air. Jen grunted and groaned with the rough, wild treatment, but never complained instead egging on her new found lover with demands for more.

The lusty housewives continued their rollicking play. One, then the other, was on top, rolling over and again on the floor, writhing and rubbing their ever warmer and wetter bodies on each other; their clothes (what were still left on them) barely clinging to them, each with obvious wet appearance. Indeed, Annie's dress was now laying in a crumpled heap on the living room floor near their play area; as she was left with only her slip for cover, and even that was mostly rolled up around her hips in a wrinkled, uneven arrangement. Jen was no better; now fully topless, while her skirt and stockings were all that remained of her attire. Like Annie's slip, Jen's skirt was also pushed up over her hips in a wrinkled, tousled manner and her stockings now obviously sported small tears and holes, especially nearer her thighs. 

After several minutes of their clutching, grabbing, rolling and rubbing, they found each other wrapped in a warm embrace; legs interlaced, until their truly sopping, warm honey pots met to form an intoxicating melding of hair and folds of genital skin. The mature ladies (who were now acting anything but like mature or refined ladies), grasped at each others' breasts, squeezing, twisting, pulling, and pinching at them as they held fast to their engorged, reddened tits. Meanwhile, their aching womanhood discovered a higher level of female 'interaction' and a resultant sensual friction that was beyond what they could ever have imagined. Before too long, the trollops collapsed in each others' arms from yet another orgasm. Yet, in time they returned to their game, neither willing to give an inch or say 'uncle' in their unofficial sport.

"I want you on top of me," urged Jen as she lay flat on the floor, "I want to feel your flower pressed on my breasts, I want to smell its scent, I want to touch its petals and taste its nectar." 

Annie gave no resistance to this request, quickly clambering onto her big girlfriend's belly with her wide open legs and her juice dripping hairy snatch pressed eagerly against it, "You like this doll?" Annie asked devilishly, her hands once again kneading, pinching, pulling, and slapping her lover's breasts. 

Jen merely let out another sigh and grabbed hold of Annie's ass, urging it up her body.

"Oh so you want me here then, huh baby?" Annie grinned, her runny flower now alternating between Jen's significant tits as her sex toy, mounting and grinding down on each as if they were massive cocks. Jen just moaned and rubbed her thumb over Annie's asshole before prodding her on to the next goal. 

"You ever do this to a girl before, Jen?" Annie inquired as she kneeled over her pal's face, her rather skanky matted sex just inches from Jen's mouth, "you ever taste a woman like this?" 

Jen slowly shook her head while her hands caressed Annie's belly, thighs, and clit. "No, this is all new to me, I've always been such a good girl." 

Annie roared with laughter, "well I think we can lay that belief to rest!" 

Jen joined in the giggling before taking in a heady breath of Annie's pungent scent. Jen slowly pushed out her tongue and allowed it to teasingly graze Annie's clit before more adventurously running it along her pussy lips. 

Annie moaned, "Ooooooo yaaaaa, that's good, you sure you've never done this before?" 

"No, never," Jen gave a muffled reply, her tongue now confidently exploring Annie's genitals, with deeper, harder strokes.

Jen excitedly lapped and probed Annie's quim, ensuring she had fully discovered all aspects of her new found land. As she did this, Jen's hands also explored the rest of Annie -- feeling her lovely breasts, squeezing her butt cheeks, rubbing her back, even teasingly running her thumb over Annie's asshole again. Annie mirrored Jen's hand movements as far as she could. Jen pushed Annie up a little farther, Annie's ass cheeks now overlapping Jen's face in a lewd, obscene fashion. Jen's tongue worked its magic over Annie's pussy but soon found itself darting over her little rosebud, then pressing up into it to taste the special juice that lightly trickled out from its orifice.

Annie groaned and bucked making her long bottom crevice rub over Jen's sopping face. "Good god girl, you make me wanna cum so fast!" 

Jen hummed into Annie's underside then slipped her pinky inside Annie's butthole, delicately drilling up inside. 

"Oh fuck, yes! Do me, . . .do me hard!" Annie cried out as she lashed about, clasping hard onto her firm, pointy breasts; pulling and twisting at her rock hard nipples.

After a few minutes, Annie felt a surging orgasm which made her leak her love juices all over Jen's face. "Mmmm you really taste wonderful, too bad I keep getting hairs in my mouth!" giggled Jen. 

"Well we could do something about that, you know?" Annie replied somewhat impudently. 

"You mean . . . you want to shave it?" Jen gasped.

"Actually, I was thinking you'd shave me and I you, but we can do that a little later." Annie said with a wink. "In the meantime, I want to continue more of what we're doing."

Annie leaned over Jen, with her ass perched slightly up in the air and her pussy still within close reach of Jen's tender tongue. Annie ran her fingers over Jen's drenched poon before sliding one, then two fingers inside her. Jen moaned and returned to eating her friend's sweet nectar filled opening. Looking around her, Annie saw a collection of gourds that had been put out on display nearby. In it was a long, ornamental gourd with a fairly wide girth, more than an average man's penis that caught her eye. She was just able to grab the item without leaving the orifices of her friend and held it up to her for inspection. 

"What do you think? Would this do to satisfy some of your naughty cravings?" Annie giggled as Jen glanced over to see what Annie was holding and gasped at the sight of the fruit, but her shock soon gave way to a lustful gaze and a nod of her head.

"Yes, fill me like you were my man, but better, sweetheart!" Jen implored.

Annie took her fingers from Jen's holes and ran the gourd over her vulva in order to lubricate the thing. 

Realizing Jen's juices may not be enough to accommodate the items easy entry, Annie got up and fetched some vegetable oil and rubbed down the substitute phallus until it was dripping with oil. Yet, when she returned she realized Jen would be better suited on all fours. Enticing her lover to assume the position, Annie began to rub Jen's eager beaver.

"Oh my, what a pretty fuzzy peach you have here, soft and wet in the center I am sure!" Annie chuckled and with that Annie began to slowly, carefully press the gourd's end into Jen's partially pre-opened (thanks to Annie's fingers holding her lips open) love crack. With great care and consideration, Annie gradually eased in the large substitute member. Jen's eyes rolled in her head as she let out a wild, passion filled yelp. The fruit had now created a gaping, then sucking hole that enveloped it before it was thrust and withdrawn in increasing succession.

Annie wanted to enjoy more sensations with her girl, so although she opened Jen's legs and, as far as could be done, pussy farther apart; she again mounted one of Jen's silky, smooth thighs- her mangled slip barely more than a band of cloth round her waist. Annie ensured her lips were also parted and resting on Jen's skin, as she increased the speed and intensity of the gourd's fucking motion within Jen's hole, while Annie mimicked this movement with her own wet and wild rubbing of her mound over her bosom buddy's thigh.

"Oh ya, that feels amazing, it's soooo fucking big I can hardly take it in!" Jen exploded with a wild sound as the shaft drove gradually deeper inside her; Annie's grinding pussy rubbing on Jen's thigh also intensified as she pushed the phallus farther into her girlfriend's cunny. 

"Good thing you've had a couple of kids, huh? So you can enjoy the experience more," Annie joked as she continued her probe. Within a short time, Jen felt a swelling feeling that resulted in a massive orgasm and significant rush of fluid from her yawning clam and down her inner thighs. 

"OOOOOOOOOHHHHHHH YAAAAAA!!!!" Jen squealed with delight at the sensation, "It's almost like you're doing me like a man, actually going inside me." Jen smiled back at the darling matron behind her. 

"Well, if you really want me inside you, I have another idea that might pique your interest," Annie purred with a menacingly devilish smirk. 




Suburban Housewives Ch. 03



"What you have in mind lover?" 

"You trust me enough to follow my lead?" Annie inquired. 

"Yes, anything . . .your wish is my command," Jen giggled as she tossed her hair a little then, taking a lock of her hair, she began to lightly chew on it in a very school girlish kind of way as she waited for her friend's instructions.

"Get up and open your legs nice and wide, then hunch down with your hands on each side."

"Alright," Jen replied, hesitantly but filled with curiosity about why she was to pose this way. Annie gazed at Jen's lovely, slightly plump form as she squatted part way down, her butt pushed somewhat back, her hands on either thigh and her obviously still wet and excited vagina.

Annie grabbed the container of vegetable oil and began to dose her left hand until it was completely covered. Jen gawked at what her friend was doing, a look of fear swept over her face. 

"You did say you liked the idea of having me inside you, didn't you?" 

"Why, um, yes . . . I guess I did," Jen nearly whispered with obvious concern in her voice. 

"Don't worry my little trollop, I won't do anything beyond what you can handle, ok?" Annie smiled reassuringly. 

Jen merely nodded and watched with uncertain expectation as Annie's slick fingers began to push one by one into the still accessible donut hole. Jen moaned and rolled her head back and forth as Annie slowly turned and twisted her fingers inside Jen, two then three and finally four digits made their way inside; each moving in a synchronized manner, each delving deeper inside the squatting girl. Finally, the piece de résistance began as Annie carefully, one could say lovingly, inserted her thumb so that it was partially in the larger girl's cunt hole. After manipulating Jen's fissure ever wider, Annie curled up her fingers and thumb into as small a fist as she could make before cautiously pressing it up into Jen's cavernous mound; again twisting and turning it with gradually increased agitation.

Jen shuddered and let out a deep, throaty moan as Annie's fist slowly inched its way up inside her quim. The tall woman's squat seemed to become more pronounced, indicating her considerable enjoyment at her friend's advancement within.

"Oh gosh, I can't believe what is happening . . . .I can't believe what you're doing . . ..mmmmm golly, I can't believe how incredible this feels!" with that rather erotically charged, though homespun, utterance Jen pushed down onto the smaller girl's hand before pulling up and repeating the motion downward in a careful, fucking action with her lover's small fist as a phallus. 

"I thought you might like this, Annie purred and kissed Jen's belly and thighs, "it sure helps you were already loosened up down there." The two women giggled at the comment, the laughter's vibration intensifying the feeling for Jen. 

"You look so beautiful like this, Jenny," Annie offered with a loving, but lust filled, tone and look in her eyes as she watched her impaled pal slowly ride her fist; now plunging down an inch or so down her wrist. "I could gaze at you like this all day!" Annie again kissed her friend's belly and up her chest, leaving tender kisses and licks all over her breasts before Jen bent herself over to delver her own sloppy, passionate kiss on her lover's mouth. 

Jen's act of leaning over created an even greater push inside her, resulting in a surge of electricity which consequently became an almost earth shattering orgasm and flood of her tangy juices all down her legs, Annie's arm and even splashing Annie's face and breasts. As this happened, Jen let out a tremendous cry and pulled up, a loud sucking noise erupting from her nether region as Annie's hand disengaged from its warm, wet sheath. Annie pulled her friend to herself and held her close, the two women's bodies entangled in their sticky, aroma filled wetness. 

"Oh sweetheart, that was amazing!" Jen kissed her lover and caressed her face. 

"It'll be my turn next time," winked Annie, much to Jen's surprise considering how much smaller her friend was and how much larger her own hand was compared with Annie's nimble digits.

After a cuddling for a number of minutes, Annie got up and headed to the bathroom, "we'd better clean up and I don't just mean a bath or shower!" 

Jen was roused from her daze by this comment, "Wha . . .what do you mean?" as she watched her friend's lovely little ass sway away from her to the bathroom door.

"Remember what I said before about how messy and tangled your hair was down below?" Annie shouted from inside the bathroom, while Jen still sat on the floor with a confused look on her face. 

"Um, ya . . .I guess" Jen ran her fingers through the hair of her head, while also lightly brushing her pussy hair; thinking it was a little long, tangled, matted, and messy- not to mention soaking wet from their wicked activities today. 

"Well I think I have the solution, . . .for both if us!" Annie sprung out, her breasts swaying with her sudden movement. In her hands were a woman's razor and some shaving lotion. 

"What you say we try it out?" Annie looked inquiringly at her friend, holding the items close to her hips as she rested her hands standing in a rather provocative akimbo stance. 

"Well, . . . I don't know . . .I've never done that before and besides what if our husbands see it, what will they say? They might guess something is going on," she looked down with a certain dejected, shameful expression, her skin reddening with a deep blush of embarrassment. 

Annie walked over and knelt by her chum, her hand caressing her cheek and stroking her hair, "Oh honey, stop worrying and getting so uptight! When have men ever cared about such things -- or really even noticed! They'll likely think we just did it for them, which is partly true, isn't it? Besides, why would they even think we were up to anything together- you think the guys we'll compare notes about the shaving status of their wives' vaginas?" Annie let out a snorting chuckle as she ran her hand over Jen's bare back, her breasts jiggling quite wildly as she laughed. 

Jen looked up and smiled, then let out her own little giggle, "I guess you're right, they aren't that into opening up to each other . . . they are guys after all!" The two women roared with laughter, hugged and kissed before Annie got up, took Jen's hand into her own and led her to the bathroom.

Once in the bathroom, the two women removed the remainder of their damp, wrinkled clothes (by this time just Annie's slip and Jen's skirt and stockings remained; the last one now rather ruined by the rough treatment they received during the erotic altercation between the mature vixens). Annie filled the tub and while they waited she and Jen continued their sensuous cuddling, caressing, and kissing. 

Once the tub was reasonably full Annie entered first and knelt down but stopped Jen short of repeating her act, "No, sit on the edge of the tub and open your lovely legs, Jenny." Jen obliged, her hairy muff fully exposed as she sat legs wide open, her hands holding herself steady as she awaited the next stage, her somewhat large, round- yet sufficiently firm -ass partially enveloping the tub's side. Annie cupped her hand and doused Jen's tangled, knotty pubic hair until it was saturated. She then sprayed the shaving cream all over Jen's hirsute hole then gingerly ran her hand over it to help spread the foam around, not to mention pleasure her friend some more. 

Jen bit her lip as she patiently waited for the blade. Annie noticed her lover's apprehension and soothed her with a warm kiss and a nimble index finger inserted into Jen's aching slit. 

"Don't worry, doll, I wouldn't hurt you for the world!" With that, Annie got down closer to Jen's furry beaver, inhaling the intoxicating smell of shaving lotion and Jen's obvious excitement, then slowly, carefully began the process of shaving her full bodied, shaggy twat. 

"Oh, that tickles a little!" Jen exclaimed, coyly slapping at Annie while letting out a little girlish shriek and a snicker. Annie methodically continued applying the tool to Jen's increasingly bare mound, her tongue slightly out and her eyes almost bulging with intensity from the careful exertion she maintained to her skilful trade. 

"I've never shaved this area before, certainly not on another girl," Annie offered with a somewhat uncertain tone of voice. 

"Well you could have fooled me, love!" Jen assured her, her fingers playfully working their way through Annie's long, thick, black hair engendering a soft sigh of contentedness from the smaller woman as she persisted in her artful shearing of Jen's previously wooly poon.

In time, Jen found her cunny cleanly shaved, as Annie gently washed off the remaining foam of the shaving lotion. 

"Gosh, I'm like a little kid again down there!" she gushed, "It feels so tingly and prickly though." Jen ran the tips of her fingers over the smooth, soft fleshy skin. 

"Mmmmm, ya, but you do look lovely that way!" Annie exuded, her own fingers dancing over the same patch; her eyes lighting up at the sight of her younger, somewhat curvy girlfriend's plump mound, its lips jutting forth in a manner previously disguised by her hair as if they were puckering up to kiss someone or something. Annie continued to trace her fingers over Jen's stripped vagina, eliciting moans of pleasure from Jen. She moved her hand to caress the somewhat plump midriff, caressing its small folds of skin and pretty little belly button (Jen always felt a little embarrassed by her midriff, as it was not as slender as in her pre-child bearing days, nor as flat as her smaller, fitter older companion's stomach. Indeed, Jen would bemoan her fate after Annie wore a rather midriff revealing top just a few days before, "that's definitely one part of me I can't expose in public!" she had said.). 

Jen reached down and held Annie's chin up before planting a soft, sweet kiss on her mouth, "I think its your turn now sweetie." With that, Annie switched places with her friend, far more brazenly pulling open her legs and leaving one leg laying flat over the side of the tub to increase her exposure to her friend's gazing stare and plodding razor's trim of her wildly thick, coarse black pubic hair.

"Gee, I really do think you are hairy there than I am . . er. . . was," Jen almost guffawed like some gawky schoolgirl. 

"You think so, honey? Well, not for long, . . now get to work!" and with that Annie pulled Jen closer to her; placing her razor clasping hand within inches of her jungle like love nest. 

"My gosh, it really would be a shame to shave off all this lovely soft fur," Jen slowly licked her lips and patted her lover's bushy muff. 

"Mmmmm, you like hairy girls, huh? A real dyke then, I guess?" Annie kidded her friend, making Jen blush with a mixture of anger, embarrassment, and perverse feelings of lust. 

"I'm no dyke, but I do like your lovely tuft of hair," Jen retorted, rather angrily ramming a couple of fingers inside Annie's tighter cunt hole.

Annie gasped, "Oh fuck, you're gonna make me cum again!" 

"Isn't that what you want, dearie?" Jen chortled and removed her fingers before Annie could get too excited, leaving her frustrated and hornier than ever; especially as she watched her good pal slowly lick off those same fingers with a lust filled look in her eyes. 

"You are a little tease, aren't you?!" Jen just shrugged and smiled, then washed off her friend rather roughly -- ensuring she rubbed the nub of Annie's clit particularly hard- then sprayed on the shaving lotion, rubbed it all over Anne's now raging cunt and got to work with the little blade. 

"Well, well you sure seem a teeny bit excited by all this," Jen teased Annie as her curls dropped to the floor, "can't wait to see what it all looks like underneath that rug of yours!" Jen grinned up at Annie then returned to her meticulous work; frequently stopping to plant kisses on Annie's belly, breasts or the inside of her thighs.

Within minutes, Annie was as clean shaven as her partner, "we look like twins!" giggled Annie; although it was obvious Jen's mound was much larger and more distended than Annie's petite pie. 

"Let's sit beside each other to compare," Jen suggested. The larger girl sat on the edge of the tub beside the far smaller girl, each with their legs open, Annie's leg overlapping Jen's to facilitate an easy seating arrangement. 

"My, your pussy is awfully pretty, Jen" Annie cooed, her hand stroking Jen's puffy labial lips before attending to her clit as well. 

"Mmmmm, thank you, yours is very cute too," Jen reciprocated, both in her compliment and her physical attention to Annie's more refined vagina. 

"You know what I think might help stop a lot of this prickly, tingly feeling? Some baby oil!" and with that Annie grabbed a nearby bottle of baby oil and began pouring it over Jen, then herself focusing mostly on their clean shaven genitals. 

"There, doesn't that feel better already?" 

"Oooooo yes, but I think I have an idea how to enhance the feeling," Jen leaned into Annie's ear and whispered her indecent suggestion. 

"Well, it's not like we haven't tried something like this already!" 

"You naughty little girl! To think people think you are a fine, upstanding mother and wife, when really you are more like the town whore!" the girls laughed then emptied the tub before entering it; their bodies now fully covered in the oil. Within seconds they opened their legs in a scissor position and interlocked their pussies, legs wrapped round each other, before they found their rather raw, squishy oil covered cunts sliding madly about on each other. 

"Oh ya, this is the best yet darling!" Annie shouted; the two women writhed and wriggled for several minutes on each other before they finally found themselves each facing the others' fully aroused tacos. 

"Shit, Jenny, your pussy looks so big and beautiful when it's shaved, I just can't resist it!" Jen didn't bother replying, as she just buried her face in Annie's little mound with some loud humming and slurping sounds. Annie moaned and followed suit leading to another orgasmic eruption many minutes later.

After tidying up, neither woman wanted to completely clean the juices off their bodies and, dressing as well as can be possible with such disheveled articles of clothing. Indeed, Jen didn't bother with her undergarments or stockings, stuffing them into her purse, while her skirt was still hiked quite far up her legs and her top buttoned only part way with many buttons either missing the button holes or in the wrong spot, while Annie only slide her mangled dress over her arms- leaving it otherwise mostly open. The women embraced and kissed once more before saying their good-byes. It was a day to remember and one that set the stage for many more to come. 



Suburban Housewives Ch. 04



Over the following weeks and months, Annie and Jen repeated their adventurous love making. Mostly meeting during week days while their families were off to work and school, the thirty something housewives found coffee or lunch amongst the most exciting things they ever participated in. As each week passed, they met for their special visits more often; sometimes three or four times a week; even going out on a weekend evening for an ostensible 'girls' night out' that always resulted in a perverse demonstration of what they'd previously tried, while in one of their minivans, usually parked discreetly at some abandoned hideaway they discovered. All the while, keeping their activities on the down low, not wanting anyone they knew, especially their husbands, to know what they were up to.

In addition, they found their behavior only escalated into bolder, more brazen and experimental forms. More ass play (from rimming to fingering to fucking with small inanimate objects), more experimenting with fisting (Annie finding it much harder to take in Jen's larger hand within her smaller love hole, only taking little more than half her fist but absolutely determined to receive more within it), spanking each other, again use of inanimate household or personal objects within their cunts (even the spike of a high shoe heel), smearing and eating of food off each others' bodies, and foot play (Jen especially enjoyed riding Annie's pretty little feet). Finally, on top of this, Annie was able to muster up enough courage to sneak into an adult sex shop to purchase some toys: a vibrator, dildo, strap on, and what became their favorite, a double headed dildo. 

Jen was too shy to enter these stores at first, only after Annie had gone more than once did she join her there, where the two women giggled and fondled the various items, half-joking about what they'd do with them, all the while the young female store clerk was knowingly watching and grinning at them, "find everything you need?" she asked. 

"Oh, I think we have," Annie replied before she and Jen burst into laughter. 

"Well, if you ladies ever need a little more, don't hesitate to ask, alright?" the clerk's eyes twinkled and a Cheshire style grin crossed her face, her hand softly landing on Jen's hand as she did this. 

Jen was taken aback at such a forward move by a stranger, but it also started a feeling of warmth down below. The clerk certainly was attractive, but she was so young; maybe twenty one or twenty two! "Why would she be interested in an old mother like her?," she thought as she and Annie finished paying for their items, said their goodbyes to the pretty girl, and left the store.

As they drove back to Jen's to look over and, perhaps, try out their new items; Jen continued to mull over what happened with the clerk, turning to her friend she said.

"Do you think I am pretty? I mean, not just to you but to other girls? It's just that, well . . .did you see how that clerk looked at me and touched my hand?"

Annie roared with laughter, "Oh Jenny, yes, you are very pretty and sensual, I don't doubt that little minx would have jumped into bed with you in a flash!" she assured her friend, "hey, maybe I could join you two?" she finished with a wink. 

Jen pondered the possibility of being with this girl, both because of her age and, more so, just the idea of other women. Had she really become a lesbian? Of course not, she still loved her husband and enjoyed sex with him; then maybe she was fully bisexual? With desires to become a more promiscuous bisexual at that! She felt goose bumps all over then trembled a little before letting out a melancholy sigh. 

"Whoa, what's wrong sweetie?" Annie asked, now noticing her passenger's unease. Her hand reached down from the steering wheel and ran up and down Jen's upper leg. 

"Oh, nothing really. I just think I might be a bisexual."

Annie burst into uproarious laughter, almost driving off the road because of it, "dear, you're only realizing that now?" Annie's hand slipped up Jen's skirt and rubbed Jen a little closer to her mound, Jen moan her appreciation. "I think that's your answer, hun" Annie grinned.

When the girls finished going through and they then tried out their new items. Annie put on her new sheer black camisole with the perfectly cut out openings where her breasts poked through and matching crotch less panties, while Jen slipped on her new red leather micro miniskirt (and wearing nothing else) and then bent over to permit Annie access to her lovely large derriere so she may insert her brand new butt plug. At that point, Jen again broached the subject of other women, still bent over the table with her big, round ass in the air and the back end of the plug just barely visible out of her butthole; with Annie --breasts fully exposed through her camisole's holes and her wet, clean shaven cunt through her panties' exposed crotch- caressing, kissing, and licking Jen all over. 

"Annie, you know what we talked about before in the car?" Jen spoke in a slightly hoarse, breathy manner as would be expected from someone in her position. 

"You back onto that topic again!" Annie shook her head and gave Jen a little spank on her ass cheek. 

"Ya, I was thinking . . .now don't get angry, but . . .I was thinking it might be fun to try other people . . . er . . I mean, other women," Jen hung her head down out of fear of what her lover might say. To her surprise, Annie just ran her hands up Jen's chest and gave her breasts a warm squeeze, her exposed parts pressed up against Jen, before laying a sweet kiss on Jen's neck. 

"Why, that's a wonderful idea, love, it's almost like you were reading my mind!" Annie purred.

Jen jolted up and turned to her cohort, "Really, you really mean it?" she beamed. 

"Mmmm, yes, I think we could have even better times, lover!" Annie crowed, while Jen's nipples were toyed by her fingers. 

"That sweet little thing at the sex shop would be a nice start, she sure liked you" Annie teased. 

"No, I don't think so, . . .I mean she was lovely but . . .she's a total stranger and maybe a little too young. I might make a fool of myself with her." Jen replied apprehensively, "if only there was someone older, someone I'd feel more comfortable with; at least at the start." 

"Hmmmm, I have an idea," Annie mused, "it's something I've noticed for some time now, but I didn't want to say unless everyone was ok with it." 

"What do you mean?" Jen inquired with a groan as she then felt Annie's tongue trace slowly down her bare back and Annie's hand carefully twist the plug in her ass. 

"She's someone you know pretty well, someone I have noticed seems to be noticing you," Annie paused and pulled at the plug before plunging it back inside its tight reciprocal. 

Jen gasped and whimpered as she felt the twinge in her backside, "who, who do you mean?" she stammered as the plug was again retracted and plunged even deeper into her anus, its muscles tightening, almost helping draw in the hard object. 

"It's someone I know has a crush on you, she's all but said it." Annie repeated the process, digging deeper into her friend's upward arched asshole. 

"Who, damn it, who?!" 

"Why, you remember Terri don't you?" 

Jen again jolted up and looked back at Annie, "Terri? Really? She likes me?" 

Annie caressed Jen's ass cheeks and lower back, "Oh yes, I think she does!" Annie smiled, again turning the plug inside Jen's butthole. Jen was amazed but not disappointed. Terri, Annie, and Jen had become friends over the last couple of years; not as close as Annie and Jen, but a friend nonetheless. 

"I will 'feel her out' to make sure, if you like?" Annie giggling at the double entendre she had made. 

"Yes, please, I wouldn't want to make a fool of myself," Jen immediately bucked and arched her back as the plug was much more forcefully extricated and then ploughed deeply into her bunghole. 

"I'll set it up, then," Annie grinned as she watched her minion writhe with pleasure and pain and saw small watery droplets usher from Jen's little poop chute.

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The next day, Annie called Terri to invite her over for coffee, as they were frequently prone to do. She indicated that Jen would also be there and wondered if that would be alright? Terri responded with muted enthusiasm, prompting Annie to wonder if this was due to Terri's general interest in having a girly chat session or, instead, a more sexual interest in her younger friend. 

"I'll see you here around 9 tomorrow morning then, right after we deal with getting the kids to school?" 

"It's a date!" Terri chirped. 

"Oh, and we'll all be dressed more stylishly, maybe you can each help me with your opinions on some things I just purchased- you know, try on some new clothes?," Annie spoke matter of factly, "just our own little fashion show, if you have anything you want to display- be our guest! I think Jen might have some things she wants our views on too." 

Terri affirmed the idea, thinking it would be wonderful to have a girls' fashion show. Annie knew this was right up Terri's alley, and hoped it would spur things onto something a little more provocative.

The next morning, Annie made sure everything was well set up. Nice scented candles, coffee on the go, and various articles of clothing were laid out on the dinning room table. The door bell rang, Annie answered to find Terri standing there, chicly attired in a form fitting silky red dress, with a V styled low cut collar, quite a high hem line (Terri was known to be a little flirty), bare legs, obviously no bra --as her very exposed cleavage demonstrated- but more likely a cup insert, a thong, and heels.

Like Jen and Annie, Terri was also a married mother, albeit of just one school aged child, also in her thirties (36, to be exact), who had met the other women at a school function (unlike Jen and Annie who had met at a playground they'd taken their children to). Terri was a woman of striking appearances. Tall, like Jen though 5'8" not 5'9", but lithe and limber with smaller breasts than Jen (but larger than Annie, at 34c). Also like Jen, she had very lovely, long legs; although more slender than the more voluptuous, statuesque Jen. Her hair was a much lighter, redder, almost strawberry blonde, color- though still brown enough not to be considered a blonde and was just a little shorter -- almost a bob cut -- than Jen's hair. Her eyes were a sparkling green and she had an engaging smile with very pearly white teeth; not to mention a rather pretty face. More refined and sophisticated in appearance than either Annie or Jen (also, less 'mousy' housewife than Jen and generally less wild than Annie, though not by much!), Terri was notable for her sense of style and poise, as well as her flirtatious manner around men; not just her husband.

"Hey, Terri, how are you- you're looking fabulous!" Terri and Annie hugged and the two women held each others' waists for a minute as they looked each other over, 

"Thanks, you're looking pretty fetching yourself! Let me have a look at you" Terri held Annie by the hand and guided her into a twirl round to show herself off, "Very pretty outfit, sugar." 

Annie was wearing a short, pleated kilt, a very clingy form fitting open V sweater, thigh high nylons, with a very pretty, lacey black bra and matching panties. 

"Oh thanks, but you're always the one with real style!," Annie half flirted as she complimented her guest. 

"Nonsense, you have style, darling," Terri reciprocated the flirty flattery before looking around the room with a somewhat disappointed look in her eyes. 

"Looking for someone?" Annie asked knowingly, a mischievous grin on her face. 

"Oh, um, I just thought Jen was coming too, I thought it would be that much more fun for our little fashion show," Terri recovered gracefully, keeping Annie from badgering her anymore about her keen interest in Jen's attendance. 

Terri made her way inside, picking up a large bag she had brought with her before resting it on the same table that held Annie's clothes. "These look like pretty clothes, Annie" Terri held some up, just then the door bell rang making Terri jump and quickly walk to the door, almost beating Annie to it. Sure enough it was Jen, all decked out in a lovely outfit: a chiffon blouse that was almost entirely see through, certainly more provocative than Jen was known for; a pink, bustier styled bra that was quite visible under her blouse and made her already sizeable bust seem all the bigger and pointer; a very attractive A-line styled skirt, whose hem was higher than Jen was commonly known for as well, and simple, delicate flat heeled shoes, so that she didn't seem too tall beside Annie. Underneath her skirt, although not apparent at this time, Jen had worn no panties as she found all her underwear was either in the wash or simply showed too many lines through her skirt.

"Hi Annie, hi Terri," Jen offered her pleasant, girl-next-door styled salutation to her friends, giving each a warm hug and slight rub of the back. 

"We thought you'd never get here, isn't that right Terri?" Annie looked teasingly at Terri who she caught staring at Jen's breasts and quickly looked away, blushing.

"Oh, um, yes we were a little concerned, I guess," Terri offered awkwardly. Jen smiled, she was beginning to see what Annie meant about Terri having a crush on her and was hopeful it would develop into more that morning. 

"Alright, why don't you go put your stuff with the rest of the clothes on that table then have a seat, while I get the coffee?" Annie directed, soon leaving the other two women to perform their tasks.

Jen laid her items on the table beside Terri's before she joined Terri on the couch, making sure to cross her legs in a slow, sensual movement, her hand resting on her bare knee and her skirt's hem purposely not pulled down straight as it should; exposing more leg than was normal for it. Terri threw a glance at Jen's lovely, long legs before trying to compose herself and the two women engaged in their usual chit chat. Annie finally arrived with the coffee and the three women sat, gossiped, planned their 'show,' and drank their coffee. Finally, when they had finished, Annie got up, "ok girls, let the show begin!" and with that she lifted up her first article of clothing- a micro miniskirt and little tank top. 

"Those are my first things, what do you have to start with?" Terri got up and pulled out a pretty button up top and a short denim skirt that matched. Jen shocked all three by pulling out a matching bra and panties set, though the panties were really just a little thong and the bra was a half cup that seemed a little too small.

Terri's jaw dropped as she saw what Jen had, "Wow, those are some clothes to try on here. I didn't know we were going to do that!" 

"Annie did say it was a fashion show, right?" Jen snickered and combed back her hair with her fingers, "let the show begin!" 

Annie began to disrobe, pulling off her sweater in one quick motion. "What, we're changing here too?" Terri gasped. 

Annie shrugged, "Sure, why not, it's not like we haven't seen these things before, besides it's faster this way," with that Annie's skirt fell to the ground and she stepped out of them to begin putting her new clothes on, making sure to take her time and showing herself off. Jen wasn't the only one giving her attention and feeling flushed; Terri was also growing in her admiration for the petite woman's fine form as she strode around the room flaunting her new attire. 

Annie giggled and winked at her friends before standing akimbo, legs parted and hands on her hips in a haughty, impudent pose, "I think I like this and the attention I'm getting!" she laughed, making the others laugh along with her.

Terri followed suit, her lovely gown was soon laid upon the table, exposing her still very firm breasts and cute little thong that demonstrated she was not fully shaved. "Oh my, very nice," Jen grinned. Terri returned her grin and thanked her before putting on her other clothes. 

"Yes, very nice indeed!" Jen stated again as she watched Terri slip on the top and skirt, then as she walked out and made a turn as if on a catwalk. 

"You really like it?" Terri smiled. 

"Oh yes, really fits you in all the right places!" Jen replied, while Annie nodded in agreement. Terri blushed but then turned again and wiggled her behind at the girls; making both of their mouths water and warm their nether regions.

"OK, it's my turn now," Jen gushed as she somewhat shyly removed each article of clothing, soon leaving her pink bra as the only thing still covering her body. 

Terri gasped when Jen removed her skirt to show she had nothing underneath, "My god, Jenny, you haven't put any panties on!" 

"Ya, I know, I just didn't have anything left that would go with this skirt . . .you know, that wouldn't show lines?" Terri gulped and bit her lip a little, feeling a growing surge of warm, wetness between her legs as she saw her friend's cleanly shaven vulva. Jen maintained a sweet grin, playing the part of the naïf as she took her time gathering her new clothes, even knocking over something 'accidentally' so that she'd have to bend over to get it and push her well rounded ass in the air toward Terri and Annie. 

Finally, Jen slipped on the tiny thong that hardly covered her lips and, of course, left her butt cheeks fully visible. After this, Jen unclasped her bra and let it slide slowly down her chest and arms but teasingly turned away to get her other bra just as her ample bosom was to be revealed in all its splendor. When she turned back, her new bra was now on, though not clasped on, "Terri, would you mind clasping this thing, it seems to be a little fussy?" Terri felt strangely awkward for such a flirt, but finally mustered up some courage and agreed, helping Jen hitch her new bra in the back. When Jen stood out to show her new lingerie off, it made her two companions both feel a strong twinge of lust; as the bra was obviously a little too small and its half moon shape barely held her larger breasts in and still managed to expose the tops of her nipples' areolas. 

"You like?" Jen asked, running her hands lightly over her breasts, down her sides and rested them on her bottom, arching her back a little to accentuate her bosoms' size.

Terri was realizing just how much she liked how Jen looked, as her nipples hardened noticeably poking out of her tight top. Annie's were equally hardened, but this was expected since she and Jen had been lovers for a few months, while Terri had yet to really explore this avenue of her sexuality. 

"Well girls, what else do you have to put on?" 

Terri shook her head, sorry that was it for me." 

"Same here, honey, I guess we weren't as prepared for our fashion show as you!" Annie feigned disappointment. Meanwhile, Annie could see Terri's growing lust and knew that, although she and Terri may find each other attractive, it was Jen that Terri wanted now. As Annie pondered this reality, Jen grabbed her skirt and top and put them back on, leaving her new lingerie on underneath. 

Annie realized that, at this stage, perhaps three was a crowd; she suddenly looked up and stammered excitedly, "well, I just realized that I left some of my new things at mys when I was there with the kids yesterday!" Annie quickly grabbed her bag, put on her heels and pulled out her keys, "I'll be back in half an hour, you girls carry on with your visit while I am gone, you hear?" Annie winked a little at Jen before stepping out the door, without any concern about what others may think if they saw a thirty something married mother wearing a micro mini skirt and very revealing tank top.

"Since we have to wait, we might as make ourselves comfortable, have a seat?" Jen offered the couch to Terri before joining her there. The two girls sat somewhat nervously together before awkward attempts at chit chat emerged. 




Suburban Housewives Ch. 04



"I really like that top and skirt, Terri, it really does work for you- really pretty and the color nicely sets off your skin coloring." 

"Oh thanks, Jen, you're such a sweetheart for saying that!" Terri gushed and smiled broadly at Jen, "You're lingerie was something else too," she said staring far too obviously- although unintentionally- at Jen's quite easy to see bra through her chiffon blouse. 

After a couple of minutes, Jen decided to be the brazen one -- quite unlike her compared to the other two ladies- and shifted a little over toward Terri. This happened to make Jen's skirt ride up her legs, once again baring a lot of skin, while the foot from her outstretched crossed leg lightly grazed Terri's equally long legs. Terri stopped short their conversation when she noticed Jen's movement and found herself breathing heavier and quicker than before. She began to fidget nervously and played with her necklace as Jen's hand lay snug between them, her fingers gently moving up and down against the side of Terri's thigh; her short denim skirt not quite covering all of it. 

"Mind if I feel the fabric of your skirt and top, they look so soft?" Terri anxiously cleared her throat and played more frantically with her necklace, biting on it and running her fingers up and down along it. 

"Um, yes, sure . .. by all means," Jen's hand felt the skirt's hem taking a little of the fabric between her fingers and toying with it before doing the same with the lapel of Terri's button up, cotton top, "very soft texture, smooth on the skin." Jen grinned, as Terri shifted her thighs back and forth and clenched them tighter together to suppress her mounting desire.

Indeed, Terri felt a growing flood of warmth and wetness between her well formed thighs, which only accelerated when Jen returned to using her foot to stimulate Terri's leg, running it higher up and down her calf. Yet, Terri soon began to overcome her hesitation, smiling slyly and shifting herself a little closer to Jen. As such, Jen's hand was now pushed underneath Terri's bare thigh, which Jen slowly rubbed. Terri found her skirt had also been forced up a fair bit more by her movement. Her crossed legs were opening a little more, as her outstretched foot began to reciprocate Jen's as she found herself running it gently up Jen's calf. Jen leaned a little more into Terri, her free hand softly brushing back Terri's almost bob styled hair; while Terri caressed her cheek against Jen's hand and tenderly kissed it as she closed her eyes and sighed. 

Seeing that she had more of Terri's blessing to act, Jen pushed her virtually see through chiffon blouse clad chest up nearer to Terri, as her leg ran farther up Terri's leg eventually laying her knee and part of her thigh somewhat over lapping Terri's leg just behind her knee. Jen's skirt now hiked well up and with her legs shifted they opened even more then before, bearing more thigh in her alluring, rather unladylike position. She pulled her hand from under Terri's thigh and began running it over Terri's soft, flat belly and side; feeling even more of the pleasant texture of her top. Just then Terri opened her eyes to see much more of Jen's quite visible half moon bra that was obvious through her see through blouse. She realized that Jen must have unbuttoned the top few buttons while her eyes were closed; again revealing those lovely areolas for her to enjoy. Terri licked her lips and let out a very quiet, soft moan of approval as she drank in the view of Jen's quite voluptuous bosom, areolas and pretty bra. In addition, she felt a growing tingle of erotic joy as she felt the silky, soft and smooth skin of Jen's thigh as it gradually overlapped her leg evermore. 

"You have such lovely eyes and a really pretty face, Terri," Jen complimented as she began to rub her thigh more and more up on Terri's leg, pushing up Terri's skirt until most of her thigh was uncovered and her little thong was showing. 

"Jenny, you are such a dear for saying that and really . . you're such a lovely doll faced girl too!" Terri returned the favor by running her fingers over Jen's thigh with one hand and stroking Jen's hair and face with the other.

Jen smiled seductively at Terri, her fingers began tracing the buttons of Terri's top, before popping them open one by one, divulging more and more of Terri's cleavage and the lovely outline of each breast. Terri grinned and mirrored her companion's act, until Jen's plentifully rich display of flesh --just held back by her tiny brasserie- poured out of her blouse, one nipple now fully distended above the top of the cup, while the other showed the top half of her nipple's circle with the hardened tip poking through the bra's fabric like a pencil's long tipped eraser. 

"You're very lovely, Terri . ..so smooth and your features are so well sculpted, I wish I had a body like yours," Jen let the tip of her tongue poke out of her mouth as she leaned into Terri and softly kissed her on the lips. Terri felt ecstatic and pressed her lips harder onto Jen's while her tongue playfully ran along Jen's lips and tongue tip. 

"You're so sweet, Jen but really, I don't think you realize how wonderful you look, what a great body you really have," and with that Terri cupped Jen's breast and slowly squeezed it making its bare nipple push out toward Terri's waiting tongue that soon teased it. Jen gasped and held Terri's head to her chest, facilitating more attention to the swollen, rigid nipple. 

"Mmmmm you are sooo fine and I really love your legs too," Terri cooed, as Jen extended her long leg outward, her inner thigh now fully pressed onto Terri's leg, her moist panties brushing against Terri's thigh. 

Terri ran her hand up and down Jen's long, firm leg while Jen cupped Terri's bare breast and gently ran her thumb over Terri's rock solid nipple, "Oooooo you know, I've never really done anything with another woman before?" Terri whispered, "Not counting playful, flirty kisses, feel ups, and diddling." 

"Diddling? Sounds like you've been doing more than you think, sweetie! He he! Anyway, I'm pretty new to all this too." 

"Really? Oh good, I thought I was the only newbie, and anyway, I never count poking a finger inside a girl as really the same thing, if it is just teenage experimenting or some drunken New Year's Eve slap and tickle with a quick slip of a hand up a skirt!" The two women giggled as they continued squeezing each others' breasts, while Terri returned to running her hand up and down Jen's sensual leg.

"You have such great legs, Jen!" 

"Oh, I don't know, I think they're a little fat, not nearly as fine and sculpted as yours!" 

"You really think they are that good?" Terri parted her legs and freed her left one to allow it to extend upwards- her hand helping to hold it up. "I don't know seems too thin to me!" Jen gazed at her friend's long, slender leg as it reached to the ceiling, Terri's skirt now fully hiked up over her hips displaying a very moist thong that, from the regular movement, had made its way part way in between her labial lips and exposed her well trimmed pubic hair. 

Jen reached out and lovingly caressed Terri's leg, especially her thigh, "I think your legs are wonderful, more than mine!"

Terri turned to Jen and grinned, the two knew then what to do and kissed passionately, hands running over legs and feeling breasts, Jen's breasts came loose from her bra; though fully revealed the bra still pushed her large orbs upwards from below. The women's boobs soon met and slapped together, rubbing and caressing one another just as the women's hands were doing. In time, Jen had reached below and pushed Terri's thong deeper inside her aching quim. Terri gasped but then, as the little flirty minx she was, replied with an even more brazen assault on Jen's soaking panties, digging two fingers she pushed the pretty undergarment even deeper inside Jen than Jen had done to her. Each writhed and moaned, then Terri pulled out the panties and slipped her hand inside them to more properly feel and finger her compatriot, "this is what I mean by diddling, girl; not much really and its as far as I ever went before," Terri explained as her digits probed the abundantly fleshy mound before her. 

Jen bucked and arched her back as she pushed her pussy down harder onto the long fingers of her playmate, "Ooh I can really appreciate what you mean and I'm sure those other girls must have really appreciated what you did to them too!" she gasped and pushed harder down onto the now drenched hand of Terri. 

Jen extended her own hand to perform a similar task on Terri, before each girl was able to yank off the sodden lingerie from their bodies. Jen lifted her leg up into the air to permit more penetration and because it made her feel sexy, Terri reciprocated and each woman madly caressed each others' long, shapely legs, "Oh Terri, I really can't get enough of those gorgeous legs!" and before Terri could respond, Jen wrapped her thighs round Terri's leg and began to rub herself over it, in a truly tribade style. Terri's leg was still extended into the air, somewhat overlapping Jen's shoulder as Jen humped Terri's luscious well defined prop. 

"Uuuhhh yaaaa, you have such a fine pair of gams, sooo soft, soooo smooth sooooooooo delicious!" Jen's use of Terri's leg for some frottage fun accelerated, her nimble fingers plying Terri's upper leg and foot. 

Terri moaned her satisfaction at how she was being used, her other leg wrapped round Jen's back, pulling her in closer to accentuate the thrust of Jen's vagina over Terri's thigh. Terri clasped one hand over one of Jen's jiggling, swaying breasts- feeling, rubbing and pinching its ample flesh; her other hand rubbing over Jen's thigh to show her own appreciation for the more voluptuous girl's sweet long legs. After sometime Jen's sweaty, juicy ride on Terri's thigh began to make its way down further to Terri's soaking comparatively tighter beaver; the two females found themselves grunting and grinding as their snatches matched in a lust filled interaction that sent droplets spraying over the couch and each others' bellies and legs. Also, not only the noise but the scent emanated at an ever heightened level. Woman flailing madly on woman, caressing, clasping, clutching, and grasping on each others' beautifully carved legs and tantalizing udders, as loud moans, grunts, cries, and pleas for more ushered excitedly from their quivering lips.

Once the women had realized their first orgasm, Jen playfully turned to Terri, the two still coupled together as before, "That was very sweet, but you know what I'd like? Our own little private fashion show, cuz although I love the outfit you have on now. . .," they both guffawed at that comment, since Terri's skirt had become little more than a waist band on her and her top just layered on down to the floor, Jen continued, "I especially loved you in that yummy little dress you had on earlier." 

Terri grinned and started to untangle herself from Jen, getting up to put on the dress. "You really are a flirtier girl than I had thought, Jen!" Terri removed what was left of her other clothes, but before she could straighten out her thong, she grinned at Jen and asked, "You know what else I'd like to do?"

"What's that honey?" Jen quizzed. 

"I'd like to try on your lingerie too." 

Jen smiled, "well I am a bigger girl, but of course and while we're at it; why don't I wear your thong?" 

Terri smiled, "and why don't you put that lovely pink bra on again too? It made me rather wet looking at you in it too!"

With that, the two women removed their remaining clothes and traded undergarments. Jen soon found the thong was far too small, riding far up her ass crack and pushing quite deep inside her box. She moaned as she felt Terri's juices against her skin and more so as the cloth dug deep inside her. Jen was barely able to slip the bra on, making sure to leave it unclasped and just hanging off her full bosom. Terri watched with eyes like saucers and licked her lips, before she tried on Jen's sodden panties, "oh my, they are awfully wet!" Terri giggled and drank in the strong odor that wafted up into the air as the undergarment slid over her own soaking cunt. She pulled them hard up inside her lips and ass, to help ensure the large drawers would stay on (or so she told herself!). When it came to Jen's much larger bra, it hardly concealed anything and hung off Terri's smaller chest quite noticeably. Terri slowly pulled Jen's dress on, in a very seductive manner, keeping her sultry eyes fixed on Jen's and ensuring most of the dress' buttons were left undone, while Jen put on Terri's rather tight (on her anyway) little skirt that was left hiked up and acted as little more than a waist band on her than a proper skirt.

Jen kissed Terri deeply on the mouth before making her way steadily down her neck, the tops of Terri's lovely orbs, then proceeded to go down to her legs and kiss them as she pushed her head underneath the dress until Terri found a rather large bulge underneath it. Jen's action somewhat stretched the dress' fabric as Jen made her way up Terri's long legs and thighs before pushing her mouth and tongue onto her juicy muff, "Oh ya, oh fuck ya, you really know how to make a girl feel good!" Terri moaned as her legs remained straddled wide over her new fuck buddy. Jen's ass was noticeably protruding and swaying a little; showing almost all skin and just a little thong obviously tucked in between her two cracks. Terri bit her lips as Jen's mouth engulfed her sticky snatch, rolling her head with pleasure then gazing lustfully at Jen's large posterior.

It was at this point that Annie made her unannounced return. She had glimpsed through the door and noticed her friends engaging in some very hot activities, which was what Annie had hoped would happen and which was now making her feel very naughty as well. Annie quietly made her way back into the house, so as not to disturb her compatriots love making; then made sure her already revealing top was showing even more skin as she approached Terri from behind. With a subtle movement that Terri did not notice until it was too late, Annie's hands cupped Terri's perky, malleable breasts, making sure to gently pinch and twist their teats while her own mostly bare breasts rubbed softly over Terri's back.

Terri jolted and gave out a little shriek of surprise before smiling and turning to kiss her small friend, "you gave me quite the start, darling, almost made me cum all over Jen's face!" the two women chuckled then Annie move round the front of the girl and stepped up on her toes to allow a passionate open mouthed and very wet kiss that held little back. 

"Looks like you've grown yourself a woman down there, Terri!" Annie joked as she surveyed the moving bulge in the dress where all the slurping noises emanated. 

"Yes, and a fucking hot woman at that, too!" Terri roared with brazen sensuality, her nipples still being forced forward and twisted about by Annie's nimble, but aggressive, fingers. 

"Sure looks like she has a nice big, round ass too," Annie growled menacingly as she lay a little bite onto Terri's back, "makes me feel free naughty!" Annie said as she began to rub her pubes over Terri's thigh, forcing Terri's hem up and her own at the same time; until bare skin and the oozing wetness of Annie's cunt collided in a growing rubbing action.

As this was going on, Jen was continuing her eager lapping and probing of Terri's luscious beaver. While her tongue and lips carried on this pursuit of slurping, sucking, nibbling, and digging in Terri's front hole, Jen's hands were playfully squeezing Terri's ass cheeks (often conflicting with Annie's raunchy rubbings) and, in a short time, was opening these quite firm mounds to permit a slow, methodical rub of her sweet puckered anus, before gradually delving into this back portal with her index finger. 

"Oh fuck, I can't believe this, I'm sure I'm gonna cum and cum hard soon!" Terri shouted and bucked on Jen's face and finger. 

The ongoing work of Jen on Terri's bottom half was mirrored by Annie's masterful manipulations on Terri's top (not to mention her regular rubs against Terri's thigh with her bare clam.) After a minute or so of this, Annie again gazed at Jen's bulging butt and felt her mouth and pussy water even more, "I think I need to give some attention to my young friend's derriere," and with that Annie released Terri's tits and went round to kneeling behind Jen's partially upturned ass. Annie ran her hands over Jen, receiving a moan of appreciation from under Terri's skirts, before Annie gingerly ran her tongue over the girl's big ass cheeks then between them and, before long, lovingly teasing her lovely brown hole. 

"Ooooooooo, yaaaaaaaaaaaa doooo meeee!" came the husky moan from under Terri's skirts. 

"Mmmm, I'll do ya alright, just you see," Annie promised with a seductive twinkle in her eye. 

With that, Annie quickly got up and ran to another room and almost as quickly she returned with some toys, "I think these might do the trick for both of you, don't you think?" Annie offered what she had in her hand to Terri. 

"Oh my . . .you want to put those inside us?" Terri gasped with shock as she saw the two headed dildo, rabbit vibrator, butt plug, and strap on. 

"Of course, dear, whatever do you think they would be for?" Annie asked somewhat annoyed, but also with an impish and devilish gaze. Before Terri could respond, Annie clasped the strap on dildo to her thighs, her skirt almost rolled up over her hips still exposing most of her lips, "you'll see there is an added component to this toy," she growled with pleasure as she slowly tucked the smaller dildo on the back end inside her aching, wet pussy. 

"Annie, you are such a naughty, slutty little girl! I would have never known!" Terri grinned and winked as she watched Annie prepare to engage Jen's backside. Meanwhile, Jen only briefly flipped up Terri's dress hem to watch the proceedings before returning to her main objective, her tongue now lapping more rapidly and her finger probing ever deeper, twisting and turning inside the tall, slender woman's rosebud. 

Annie grabbed Jen's full, curvy hips and pulled them upwards to facilitate her dirty deed. Her finger was now covered with a makeshift vegetable oil lubricant she had grabbed from the kitchen on her way back from her bedroom. Once she had tore out Terri's soaking panties from within Jen's cracks, Annie began to tenderly apply her finger to her lover's wondrous ass crack and soon found her digit was being slowly swallowed up by Jen's eager, tight butt hole. 

"You little skank, I should have known you'd want this!" Annie smirked and slapped her free hand over the bigger woman's fleshy bottom making it jiggle with the action, as well as leaving a red hand print on her skin. Jen rather provocatively rolled her hips to show her desire for more, which Annie was more than willing to oblige; her finger digging and probing much deeper inside Jen's brown tunnel. Terri's eyes became like large saucers as she observed the proceedings, but also because of a similar demonstration of anal prying Jen was engaging in her own small fissure. In addition, there was still the untamed sucking and slurping Jen was maintaining on her womanhood. 

Once Annie surmised that Jen's anus was sufficiently dilated, she lathered the dildo head with oil and pressed its larger head against Jen's upturned asshole. Jen merely grunted without stopping her intimate attentions to Terri's nether region. "Alright, my curvy cutie, here goes nothing" and with that Annie pushed the dildo's head deep inside Jen's already engorged passageway, inciting a small squeal of mixed pleasure and pain followed by a deep, earthy moan that seemed to come from Jen's inner core. 

"So you like that huh you ol' MILF? Well you ain't seen nothin' yet!" Annie growled her statement just before plunging the dildo far deeper down Jen's chute with a hard, slurping thud soon followed by a retraction of the device and then an even harder thrust down deeper into her growing cavern; garnering a bucking of Jen's lower body, feeble cries and whimpers from Annie's willing victim.




Suburban Housewives Ch. 04



As Annie continued her unrelenting pummeling of Jen's sloppy butthole, Terri found herself being turned round and pushed onto all fours by Jen who helped bend Terri over for better access to her two love holes. Terri's now exposed breasts swayed and jiggled as Jen's moist, hard tongue seemed determined to probe and prod every facet of Terri's most tender region. 

"Shit, girl, you're turning me into a regular dyke whore!" Terri gushed and groaned as Jen's fingers re-entered both of the dripping portals.

Once the three women were almost fully spent from a series of orgasms, Annie pulled the dripping toy out of Jen's enflamed opening. She leaned over Jen and whispered in her ear, eliciting an impish smile that was followed by the tall, large breasted woman getting up and opening her legs before squatting down in a most unladylike fashion near Annie. Annie grinned as she ran her fingers over Jen's bare belly and then down over her fully exposed pubes, whereupon first one then another finger followed by a third found their way entering the bigger woman's cunt hole. Terri gasped as she watched and began to realize what was about to happen. She seized the moment to gently kiss Jen on the lips and then suckle one of her nipples and pinch and twist the other nipple as she did her best to gaze upon the proceedings below.

Annie ran her tongue slowly over Jen's bellybutton, playing with it with her mouth's distended wet probe while a fourth finger slowly pushed its way inside Jen's increasingly cavernous love tunnel gradually agitating the four digits back and forth inside her. Jen groaned and softly begged her lover to be careful but also pleading with her to do more. Annie ignored her younger girlfriend as she made her hand into a little fist, lathered it in the oil she had with her, and pushed the fist, thumb included, somewhat roughly between the engorged pussy lips of Jen's widening opening. Jen bucked a little before squatting down harder onto Annie's small hand, "Oh ya, oh fuck ya this is amazing!" Jen cried out. 

Terri could barely believe what she was seeing, one friend squatting down to receive another friend's fist buried inside her quim, her pussy moistened even more than before as she continued her loving attention to Jen's nipples. "This is fucking amazing! Have you girls done this before?" 

Annie looked up with a sly grin, "No, but we've talked about it a few times and Jen always said she thought she should be the first to receive." 

Jen hardly noticed the two women's chat, as she continued to push down on Annie's twisting, turning fist in an ungainly manner; grunting and moaning as she did, her head rolling back and her teeth biting onto her lip. 

"She sure does look like a pretty picture in this position doesn't she?" Terri chuckled as she watched Jen's moves. 

"Yes, very pretty; makes me wanna take her picture right now!" Annie grinned, "Check my bag, I have a camera in there you could use."

Terri soon returned with Annie's digital camera and proceeded to snap some photos of Jen and Annie from different angles and perspectives. Jen barely noticed what was happening, still caught up in the sheer pleasure mixed with pain over what was happening inside her. 

"Yes, these will do!" Terri squealed. 

"Why don't you just email them to each of our private email addresses?" Annie urged Terri. 

"What a great idea, something for us all to remember the occasion by and maybe inspire us to do again!" Terri cried out. Terri's hands were now rubbing, then squeezing, then twisting Jen's fulsome breasts. Jen rolled her eyes, smiled and let out another moan as she felt this manipulation just add to her pleasure. This was followed by a much louder statement of her heightened feelings before collapsing into Terri's arms, once her orgasm was complete. The women then ended their day together in a circle of heads between legs like a lovely daisy chain. 

"This was the best day I've had in a very long time," Terri sighed. The others purred in agreement with this observation.



Suburban Housewives Ch. 05



Although Jen had found true pleasure in the company of her peers, Annie and now Terri, she still had fantasies about that sweet young thing she and Annie had seen at the "love" shop. One day, as she was finishing up her typically domesticated housewife errands, Jen happened to drive by that same little shop and so decided to pop in to see if there was anything new for sale that might spark her curiosity. To her delight, that same nubile young shop clerk was working that day; rekindling a different kind of spark within Jen she had only dreamed about in restless night's sleep where the young woman's phantom had entered her bed in place of her husband and proceeded to passionately fulfill her deepest desires.

At first Jen tried to stay clear of the clerk, feeling a little awkward and embarrassed not only about being in this "unseemly" public space but also out of trepidation that the clerk would see her and recognize her from before; perhaps guessing at what her secret desires had been. She sifted through the various provocative garments, lubricants, sex aid DVDs, and toys while doing her best to spy out her true object of interest out of the corner of her eye. The clerk was obviously too preoccupied with either sorting through new inventory or helping a customer at the counter to notice some matronly housewife in the back corner, thus allowing Jen plenty of opportunity to analyze the young woman's features without interruption or fear of being caught.

Jen was able to determine that the clerk was quite tall, much like herself, perhaps 5'7" or 5'8", she had a long, lithe body whose legs seemed to consume more than what was proportionate for a woman's body. She was very slender, with pert breasts, likely 32c, and her blonde hair was only somewhat longer than Jen's own shoulder length hair. One thing was for sure, she was very pretty and much younger than Jen; she guessed 20 by her appearance. She was also quite sensually dressed, as might have been the expected attire for someone working in a place like this, a micro miniskirt -- that only accentuated her long, limber legs -- a midriff bearing tee shirt but one with a rather low neckline that exposed much of her chest and cleavage; cleavage that was enhanced but what must have been a push up bra. All of this was far more provocative than the clothing Jen was wearing, an admittedly clingy sweater styled top with an open top button, but otherwise a typically modest knee length skirt and matching bra and panties set.

Jen was turned away from the clerk for only a minute when she was surprised by her presence. Jen was in the unfortunate position of nonchalantly looking over some dildos and similar toy paraphernalia when the clerk interrupted her somewhat daydreaming state with a little clearing of her throat and a question.

"Hello, I'm Maggie, are you interested in any particular item ma'am?" Jen froze and blushed as she heard this unexpected query. 

Maggie moved a little closer and rephrased her question, "Are you finding everything you need here or can I help you in some way?" 

Jen's frozen stance slowly thawed as she gradually turned to face her inquisitor. She was gape mouthed at the young woman's beauty. Realizing she might be staring, and fearful she may actually have her mouth wide open, she collected herself and stammered a reply. 

"Um, well, um I'm not sure, there's quite a selection and, well . . ..I'm just not sure." 

"Great response," thought Jen, "you truly sounded like an idiot there!" 

"Perhaps I could go through the products and guide you to what you really want?" Maggie offered, though Jen could only focus on the part where she said "really want." Oh, she knew what she really wanted, but whether that would ever be part of the service here was highly unlikely!

Jen simply smiled and nodded to Maggie's offer, feeling a strong sense of emotional and ethical conflict within her. 

"Now I've done it, first I go beyond my marital vows and spend 'time' with Annie, then onto Terri, and now I feel an overwhelming desire to be with this much younger girl," Jen mused to herself, while Maggie began discussing the various attributes of each item, "oh who am I kidding, she's nearly half my age! But, " and Jen paused for a moment then galvanized her spirit and desires, "I must have her . . .I just have to!"

At this affirmation of her sexuality Jen bit on her lower lip and tried to focus on what Maggie was saying, hoping that her attentiveness and, perhaps, flirtatious advances would garner a similar response from Maggie. As Maggie careful provided important, almost overly technical, explanations on the attributes of each sex toy, Jen made a point of moving a little closer to her running her fingers through her hair and slowly caressing her thigh with her other hand all in a rather sensual manner; her legs parted more than was usual when standing in a public place.

Maggie became increasingly aware of the older woman's ever more provocative stance. Soon she noticed out of the corner of her eye when Jen slowly let her fingers teasingly run down from her hair over her ample bosom to her skirt's hem, then gingerly running along the hem's edge which helped aid Jen's efforts at hiking her skirt farther up her long, luscious legs. The younger woman felt a strong sensation within her core and down to her nether regions, one that soon resulted in a degree of warm, wetness to emerge. Maggie smiled to herself, she recalled who this woman was from that earlier time when Jen and Annie were shopping many weeks before and it excited her to know that her interest in Jen seemed to be reciprocated.

"Ma'am, would you care for some demonstration of how some of these items work? We do have demos in the back room that we are allowed to use for this purpose." 

Jen was shocked, though very aroused, at this outrageous suggestion. Yet, she assured herself, it really was, on the surface at least, merely an innocent sales pitch; an indication of excellent service to an ignorant customer.

"Well, um, certainly, if it won't trouble you too much to show me?" Jen asked in a sheepish, almost naïve manner.

"Not at all, all part of the service we offer here," Maggie grinned; although Jen was pretty certain it was a far more mischievous grin than would have been elicited in the usual sales situations she had been in.

Maggie waved her coworker over and whispered in her ear. Jen hadn't even noticed this other woman, being so focused on Maggie and on trying to avoid looking like a fool in the shop. The two young women look at Jen and giggled before Maggie returned to Jen. Jen felt a mounting sense of awkwardness and self-consciousness; were they laughing at her? Some old hag that too obviously had the hots for a young girl who really had no interest in her, except as a way of making a fool of for the two women to joke about for months to come? Jen was beginning to look for a way out of her predicament, a way to escape and run far from this potentially embarrassing situation when Maggie arrived and leaned into her.

"Ok ma'am, you ready for the demonstrations?" 

Maggie's hand softly brushed against Jen's hand and side; her warm, pleasant breath played with her ear and seemed to soother Jen of her fears. She looked into the young woman's eyes and realized she had to take a chance of being made into a fool; if only to see if maybe something far better might occur. 

The lithe young lady led Jen to the backroom, her lovely firm buttocks seemed to dance for Jen through Maggie's short skirt. Jen had great difficulty watching where she was going as she attended Maggie's movements from behind. Once in the room, Maggie reached round Jen and closed the door then proceeded to open a number of boxes laid out on a nearby table.

"There, now we'll have a little more privacy so you can have a better idea about our products in a more discreet setting." Maggie grinned and pulled out a few different toys, laying them out openly on the table.

"Do you have any preference for which item you'd like to see or would you like me to choose?" Maggie's eyes twinkled as she made eye contact with Jen, resulting in much fidgeting and blushing by the more staid older woman. 

"If you don't mind, . . .since you are the expert, I'd like you to choose," Jen nearly whispered these words as she diverted her eyes from Maggie's view.

"Alright then, but first of all, since I like to get to know my customers," with this Maggie gave a seductive smile and ran her fingers a little over the back of Jen's hand, "would you mind telling me your name, ma'am?"

Jen gulped at Maggie's touch, "It's Jen." 

Maggie ran her fingers through her hair a little then stood akimbo with her hands on her hips, "pleased to meet you Jen," she reached out her hand to shake Jen's but made sure to run her thumb a little more over it and allowed the handshake to linger a little longer than was usual. 

"Now that we have that out of the way, let's begin," Maggie lifted her first choice toward Jen. "This is my personal favorite, I find it really seems to satisfy . . . my customers I mean." 

Jen gasped as she stared at what Maggie held before her, a larger two headed dildo. Although she had seen them, Jen had never used one of these before, especially one as large as this one. 

"Of course, you'd need a fair bit of lubricant to make it really work well, something like this," Maggie pulled out a container of lubricant and showed it to Jen before opening it and applying the substance to the long, thick fake phallus.

"Well, that's one side, but of course with a baby like this you'll need both sides covered," Maggie chuckled and repeated her action on the other side, making every effort to be as provocative about it as possible. 

Jen was becoming light headed at what she saw, yet she held out her fingers and gently grazed the dildo's head. "You ever use something like this yourself?" she cautiously inquired. 

"Of course, ma'am, as I said it's my favorite toy here, would you like a demonstration of how it works?" Maggie moved closer to Jen, her breath was now breezily drifting over Jen's neck and ear, making Jen's arousal ever more heightened as noticeable by her hardening nipples.

"Well, if you don't mind?" 

"Oh, not at all, anything for a customer," Maggie smiled and slowly pulled up her little miniskirt exposing her thong, which was soon disposed of at the side of the table.

Maggie then got down on her hands and knees then took the large dildo and carefully pressed its head up to her cunt hole. 

"Mmmmm, can u see how well it fills my vagina?" Maggie looked back at Jen and feigned professionalism as her bottom stuck up in the air with the dildo protruding from it. Jen was filled with lust but also confusion, could this really be happening, could this sweet young girl really want to be with a woman nearly twice her age?

"Ooooh, yesss, I . . .I do see what you mean, but maybe I should get a little closer to get a better view of how it all works?" with that Jen drew near to Maggie, her hand lightly stroking the shaft of the long phallus while she found herself cupping one of her breasts and slowly squeezing it through her top. It wasn't long before Jen's fingers made their way eagerly down her top, unclasping each button as she drank in Maggie's wet dildo filled pussy before her. Maggie's moans becoming more obvious as she pushed the toy deeper within.

"Sorry ma'am, but would you mind helping me out here a little bit? I can't seem to demonstrate how far this can go inside me; maybe a little push with your hand would do the trick?" Maggie's eyes were filled with unrestrained lust as she gazed at Jen's open sweater top and saw her lovely lacey black bra clad breasts underneath.

"Why of course, if you don't mind a novice like me doing the job?" Jen purred, her hand grabbed the dildo's shaft and pushed it much deeper inside Maggie's drenched little cunny.

"Ooooo my, no, you seem to have a pretty good idea how it works!" Maggie moaned her approval and shifted her tight little ass back and forth as Jen pumped the dildo inside her. Jen soon became less concerned about her previous nervousness, nor even of the possibility that others in the store might hear these erotic noises from the back, as her desires overwhelmed all such uncertainty.

"Since we've completed this part of the demonstration we really should go onto the next phase," Maggie grinned, her now messed up hair partially covering her piercing eyes.

Jen knew only too well what was next on the agenda. She could hardly contained her excitement at the idea of being with this little vamp, her skirt already pushed well up her thighs it took little time for her to remove her damp black panties and turn her ass to face Maggie's; primed to receive the other end of the elongated artificial cock.

"Well, if you're going to do a demonstration right, you really should go all the way with it," Jen giggled and opened her legs, taking the other dildo head to her sopping, larger mound which almost seemed to gobble up the big dong in no time. Jen's obvious state of arousal, greater sexual experience, and child bearing made the dildo's entry much smoother and deeper than what Maggie had been able to do. 

"Oh gosh, this is big, so very big and long and wonderfully hard and wiggly inside me!" Jen gasped and moaned, giving out a little squeal of delight at what she felt inside her.

"Well, ma'am, that's just the half of it, now we'll really see how well this baby works!" at that, Maggie pushed her ass back hard onto the dildo, making the other end penetrate much deeper inside Jen's flooded cavern. Grunts and moans from both women soon filled the air, as did the waft of a tangy scent that truly indicated that women were indeed present.

"Oh yes, push harder, harder damn it!" Jen nearly howled, as she and Maggie thrust their lovely bottoms together; finding each other so that an ever louder slapping noise emerged once cheek met cheek. Jen found her hand unclasp her bra and begin kneading her breasts while barely supporting her body as she maintained the plunging action that affected her mound.

"You see what I mean when I say this toy is one of the very best and why it's my favorite?" Maggie continued her sales pitch, between pants and heavy breathing, as the two women accelerated the pace of their mutual impaling.

"Oh yes, definitely worth the money!" was all Jen could utter as she writhed back on the long, hard object its head now probing much deeper inside her than she had ever experienced before. 

"Oh my, oh my, it almost feels like it's hitting my womb," Jen cried out as the girls continued their unbridled assault on each other.

"Mmmmm yes I am fucking sure it is, I know it's gotta be rubbing mine," Maggie exclaimed.

In time, the women felt an eruption that was beyond their wildest dreams, an orgasm that made each shudder and collapse on the floor. Yet neither felt they were truly finished for the day.

"Now that we've tried that out, perhaps you'd like to see what can be done to the top erogenous zones?" Maggie smiled slyly, only momentarily dismounting the fake dick, just long enough to reveal what she meant.

"Some women enjoy a little rougher activity, so they try these on for size" with that Maggie surprised Jen by pulling out and clasping on small clamps with a little chain joining each together onto Jen's large, distended nipples.

Jen yelped and bucked with the pain, but soon found it had its own erotic charms. "What have you done to me? This is well beyond what I ever expected from your demonstration!"

"You not like it, ma'am?" Maggie nearly pouted as she asked this, "would you prefer it if I removed them from your lovely big nipples?"

Jen was startled by the brazen, yet girlish, tone of her young suitor. This only accentuated her excitement which made her sore nipples harden again under the constraints of the clamps- sending a shiver of sheer perverse joy through her body.

"No, I think I'll leave them on, but only if I can do the same to you," Jen winked and grabbed another pair of clamps which she held up to Maggie's smaller, firmer bosom.

Maggie grinned, removed her top and bra and arched her back so as to ensure her breasts were almost lovingly caressing what were soon to be snapped onto them. "I've been trained to always please my customer, because the customer is always right."

At that, Jen affixed the two clamps to Maggie's very pert nipples, where they dangled; exposing only the out circle of her areolas on the sides of the two clamps. "Mmmmm very pretty," Jen admired her young protégé. "I might want to wrap those up in my purchases too." Jen's hands cupped Maggie's perky, up turned orbs, slowly twisted the clamps, teasingly pulled on the chain to exert a little more pain and then leaned down to lick around Maggie's areolas.

Maggie grabbed Jen's chain and reciprocated the act on her older companion. Jen let out a small cry of pain and bit her lip before pulling Maggie close to her and gave her a wet, sloppy kiss.

"You've been such a helpful little sales clerk I just wanted to thank you." Maggie then replied with her own sensuous kiss.

"My pleasure Jen, you've been one of the best customers I've ever had," at that Maggie reached down and pushed Jen's legs apart between the now nude women and reinserted the dildo heads into each woman's love canal as the two girls openly faced each other, again tugged on the chain and began to rhythmically push against the toy.

Jen moaned and held firm to Maggie's chain, turning and twisting it, reaching out to squeeze and knead Maggie's wonderfully young, taut breasts, all the while shifting back and forth on the long, hard shaft of the two headed monster.

"Oh god, Jen, you're making me wanna scream!" Maggie huskily announced, "I so want you, you're such a fucking beauty!" Maggie reached forth and aggressively handled Jen's big, somewhat floppy tits then reached up to the table again to find another item.

"How about we try out a little edible cream or lotion to see if they might be something to add to your shopping items?"

Jen grinned widely and caressed her new partner's face, "I think that is an excellent suggestion."

Maggie extricated herself from the ungainly and obscene position she was in on the floor with Jen and got up onto the table whereupon she laid back partially prone with her long, limber legs pulled up and wide.

"What flavor would you like to try out first, ma'am? I have honey, chocolate, strawberry, wild berry, or mango."

Jen licked her lips and grabbed the honey and mango, "I think a little combination of flavors is in order, don't you?" and quickly opened and distributed the ingredients over Maggie's torso, legs and mound.

Maggie just sighed and ran her fingers through Jen's hair as the older woman overlapped her while she poured out the liquids.

"You were sweet before, but I think you may taste even better now!" Jen grinned before embarking on her tongue's cleaning job; lapping and teasingly probing ever lotion covered inch of Maggie's body -- giving extra time and attention to her breasts and bellybutton before letting her tongue slowly glide down over her hips and between her thighs.

"Oooooohhh yessssssssssss," Maggie shuddered and let out soft moans and sighs of approval, which were accentuated with the first brush of Jen's tongue over her labial lips.

"Mmmmmm, I always liked honey and mango, but never had them together like this . . .this is really tangy!" Jen winked and giggled at her wordplay before her tongue returned to its taste testing ways.

Maggie arched her back and slowly writhed; her hips and thighs swaying with snake like movements as Jen used her mouth's tool to explore Maggie's cavities, first her sweet cunt's nectar and then her almost as sweet anus. Maggie ran her hands over her wet, sticky breasts and sucked her fingers to taste the solution before grabbing Jen's head and holding it fast between her legs.




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"Oh god, you make me soooo hot . . . I've never had such an amazing woman as you . . .all the others were mere girls compared with you Jen dear!" Maggie wrapped her long legs round Jen's neck and began to rub her sopping pussy over Jen's sticky, drenched face. Finally the young woman reached her peak, indicating this to Jen by digging her sharp finger nails into Jen's upper back, then letting out an almost primal scream.

Jen suddenly pulled up in shock, "Maggie, you want to bring a crowd in here . . maybe the police?" She stood akimbo, hands on her lovely bare hips before shaking her finger like some old school teacher scolding her young charge.

"Sorry, ma'am, but I just couldn't help it, you make me feel sooo alive!" Maggie grinned and ran her fingers over Jen's obviously excited pussy, while her other hand caressed Jen's thigh and ass cheek.

Jen simply smiled and leaned down to kiss her young lover before grabbing the lotions and handing them to Maggie, "Now it's my turn!"

At that, Maggie doused Jen's quivering flesh then turned herself around and pulled Jen onto herself so that Jen's larger mound pressed onto Maggie's face as Jen effectively mounted her eager companion. Maggie's tongue seemed almost too excited, nearly slashing and poking Jen's hole and its surroundings like a woman gone mad.

"Ooooo yes dear, but take your time, I'm not going anywhere," Jen chuckled and slowly rode Maggie's face like a schoolgirl riding a pony. Maggie's slurps, moans, and muffled cries were almost as loud and intense as the sounds emanating from Jen. Jen soon found herself face down reciprocating Maggie's actions; each woman now pleasuring the other until they were fully satisfied.

After several minutes of licking, fingering, and rubbing and wriggling body on body the girls collapsed as one messy tangy-sweet smelling heap.

"Maggie girl, I think you have made me one satisfied customer . . . I will certainly buy everything you have . . .um . . .demonstrated to me today," Jen smiled sweetly, turning to lay side by side with Maggie, stroking her lovely -- albeit mangled and matted -- hair and caressing her face.

"Oh thank you ma'am, . . .I mean Jen . . . I must say you've been the best customer I have ever had . . .and I've had a few customers since I've been here," Maggie winked and grinned at her revelation before returning Jen's affectionate strokes and caresses; including lovingly running her fingers over Jen's large breasts.

The women helped each other clean up and dress, with Jen leaving her undergarments for Maggie as a little souvenir, returned to the main room of the shop (where Maggie's coworker gave Maggie -- and even an astonished Jen - nothing but devilish glances, winks, and pats on the bottom); where Jen purchased all the items. 

"Thank you for all your help today, young lady" Jen offered in an almost motherly tone. 

"In future, please let me know if you have any other items you think might be of use to me," with that Jen quickly jotted down her name and phone number before handing it to Maggie.

"You're welcome, ma'am I will make sure to contact you soon" Maggie responded with a mocking air of deference, which was accompanied by a tongue in cheek curtsy that included a rather provocative lifting of her skirt hem.

"I certainly like to make sure my customers happy," she winked and grinned. 

It was then that Jen remembered how public she now was, which made her blush, quickly turn away and run out the door mumbling her goodbye, leaving two young shop clerks in hysterics.



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Over the following weeks, Annie, Jen, and frequently Terri engaged in more exciting and lewd behavior together. Yet, Annie also found she had a wandering eye and desire for other younger females. It was shortly after Jen's encounter with the young shop clerk Maggie that Annie began to realize how much she wanted to explore these other avenues, just like her sensual friend. 

While having one of their frequent 'coffee' get together (where coffee, tea, and chit chat was increasingly becoming coffee, tea, and me -- with the emphasis on the 'me'), Jen blurted out that she had been with Maggie. Jen held her head down expecting some scolding words for acting so publicly and impudently with such a young woman or maybe even a jealous response, as if Jen was to remain 'faithful' (what a laugh!) to Annie and Terri. Instead, Annie became noticeably intrigued; peppering Jen with a series of questions on what she did with Maggie in the back of that adult 'love' shop.

It was becoming ever more apparent that the two women were becoming more aroused by this discussion, where Jen retrieved the items she had purchased from her special hiding spot (mustn't let 'hubby' know about this!), which finally led to a little play acting to re-enact the events between Jen and Maggie.

In short order, the two very aroused women found they had removed many articles of each others' clothing, while caressing and kissing one another in the process. Soon, only an open blouse and hiked up skirts were left to cover them; their breasts swaying freely and their moist pussies easily revealed, as neither woman bothered with underwear due to their expectation that they would only be a hindrance to the inevitable pleasure seeking they would indulge in. 

Jen had remembered to bring the items she had purchased that earlier day so she could show them to Angie. She knew he had made the right choices when she saw Angie's eyes widen and heard her sounds of approval when she pulled the double headed dildo from her bag.

"Jen that thing is enormous and so long! That thing must have absolutely pounded your womb, your nasty girl!" 

Jen merely smiled demurely and pressed the dildo's head against Angie's overheating vagina, whereupon Angie lifted her hips a little, opened her legs some more and pushed her cunt's opening onto the head and down its lengthy shaft.

"Oh fuck, ya, this is amazing!" Angie bucked a little as she felt the elongated phallus probe her tunnel, before noticing added pressure when Jen mounted herself on the other end and pushed up against Angie.

The women spent several minutes pushing, writhing and almost flailing on the dildo and each other; clasping each other round the waist, hips, and playfully slapping and squeezing each others' breasts. Eventually they collapsed in a wet, heated mass before Angie propped herself up, her legs still intertwined with Jen's and the new toy still enmeshed inside each woman's vagina; then stroked Jen's face and hair and moved onto the next experiment. Poking about in Jen's bag, she noticed the lotions.

"So after using this lovely device you finally licked her all over, is that right?" Annie interrogated, as she and Jen continued to caress, feel, finger, and probe one another with hands and toy.

"Yes, but she had some lotion on her, as did I by the end," Jen replied, extricating herself from the dildo then laying back with her legs provocatively swinging open and closed, intermittently exposing her lovely, plump wet pussy.

Annie got up then returned with some chocolate sauce and whipped cream. "I'm not as keen on mangos and honey today, but I know you are a real fan of chocolate." Angie encouraged her friend to get up and then lay on the kitchen table, where she returned to her provocative leg movements.

Jen licked her lips and smiled, "Mmmmm, you know I love that!"

With that, the older woman lavishly poured the chocolate sauce over her friend's face, breasts, torso, mound and then down her thighs before shaking the canister of whipped cream before spraying it onto Jen's nipples and clitoris.

"Oooooo that tickles!" Jen cooed as her rock hard nipples were engulfed by whipped cream. The bigger girl shifted and then began rubbing her thighs closer together to feel the squishy sensation of the cream and chocolate meld with her own body's cream.

Angie repeated the pouring process on her own body before mounting her lathered lover whereupon the two women enjoyed the taste and touch of the lotions and their body's interaction with them and each other.

"Mmmmm, I always love the taste of chocolate and cream, but this is definitely the best I've ever had" Jen expressed before her tongue returned to its almost natural place of probing Angie's sticky, sweet poon.

"You sure know how to make a girl wanna add to the cream!" Angie replied in a husky, panting voice that was followed by her own plunging tongue into Jen's sweet candy coated cunt.

Finally, the two hussy housewives concluded their afternoon delight with a wild, exceptional obscene act of body to body rubbing- using the chocolate cream combination as a lubricant for their unseemly friction. When it was all over, the two women found themselves almost entirely covered in a somewhat tangy, sickly sweet coating of their own juices with the added feature of a confectionary solution.

When the two finally recovered from their afternoon of debauchery, Angie turned to her lover and stroked her hair and kissed her sweetly on the mouth. "That was amazing, darling!"

Jen grinned slyly and replied, "Yes, maybe even more amazing than my time with Maggie."

Angie gave Jen a playful slap on her buttocks and shook her finger at her, "You ol' cougar; preying on poor little things like that!"

The mature girls giggled at this before kissing again. 

"You know, I think it might be fun to seduce a girl like that. Maybe corrupt some virginal type." Angie mused.

"Have anyone in mind?" Jen inquired as she noticed Angie staring out the window at a young woman walking past her house.

"Maybe I do, maybe I don't" Angie coyly replied.

"Maybe that young little thing you're looking at out there?" Jen teasingly poked her friend in the ribs, with the consequent play wrestling and Angie pushing Jen's hand to the floor while straddling her belly.

"Maybe, . . .just maybe." Annie purred before kissing Jen deeply again.

"Isn't she your babysitter?" Jen returned to the topic at hand, not willing to change the subject.

"Yes, . . .that's Emma . . .she's helped us out quite a few times over the last 2 or 3 years. Always thought she was a pretty girl, but lately I have noticed that she's really blossomed into someone much prettier, more womanly than before. Although now that she's eighteen and started college, she hasn't been as available for babysitting as before."

"Well, if you were to try someone a little younger, she might be an option" Jen whispered into Annie's ear from behind before nibbling her lobe and pressing her bare breasts onto Annie's back; her hands reaching under to cup and massage Annie's lovely 'b' cups as they surveyed the view.

"Oh you have become quite the slut! Certainly not the demure, conservative thing I used to know!" The women chuckled before resuming their love making for the afternoon.

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Over the course of the next number of days, Annie went out of her way to be around her neighbor Emma. If she saw her outside she would make the effort to go outside as well, always smiling and saying hello; frequently offering her a cool drink if it appeared Emma was tired looking after a day at college or bringing over fresh baked cookies to Emma's house to let her be the first to try them out. In these cases, whenever Annie had the time and opportunity, she would dress a little more provocatively although regardless how she may have dressed, she always made sure to add a little flirtatious ingredient to their meeting; soon it became apparent to Annie that Emma was not repulsed or offended by this behavior, so she continued the practice and gradually increased its intensity and obviousness. Indeed, she soon heard through the grapevine that Emma had been telling her friends that she thought Annie was definitely the 'coolest' and 'sexiest' older (Annie was 36 after all!) chick she had ever met; both in how she dressed and acted. Word of this only heightened Annie's desire and affirmed that her strategy was paying off.

Emma was a tall (at least 5'7" from Annie's estimation), slender girl of eighteen. Not terribly curvy or busty (a very firm 32b cup, yet with quite noticeable nipples; even through thick sweaters), but what she did have were amazingly long sculpted legs and just enough of what the boys considered all the right curves. Her hair was a silky, auburn color, a little longer than her shoulders and her eyes were an amazingly deep green. 

Finally, after a couple of weeks of Annie's plan, Annie had her golden opportunity (or so she had thought!). She saw her pretty, young neighbor in obvious distress, as Emma was making her way to her house from her car. Annie soon realized Emma was alone at home and decided to go over to see what was wrong. When Emma opened the door she had a look in her eyes that indicated she was in a daze and seemed like she had nowhere to turn.

"Hey, Emma, are you alright? You seem a bit upset?"

"Oh, um, yes, . . .I am Mrs. Jamieson!" Emma blubbered and covered her face as she stood weeping.

"Oh honey, what is it? Can I help out at all?" Annie wrapped her arms around Emma and pulled her wet face down to her shoulder, stroking her hair and rubbing her back.

"Well, I don't know . . .it's . . .it's just you know . . .?" Emma bawled her eyes out into Annie's now damp blouse.

"Is it some trouble with your boyfriend?" Annie inquired, holding Emma's face by her chin so that she could look her in her eyes.

"Ya, he . . .he cheated on me . . .I just caught him in bed with another girl," Emma sniffed and tried to compose herself, but to no avail as she pressed her face into Annie's chest and began to cry again.

"Oh dear, oh dear! Well, he didn't deserve a sweetheart like you . . .how bout you come to my place and I make you a nice cup of tea and we can try to get your mind off of him?"

Emma just nodded, rubbed her eyes and tried to fix her hair. She noticed the big wet spot on Annie's blouse that made it rather transparent; now some of her chest, all the way over to her left breast, was quite obvious- as was her lack of a brassiere. Emma felt a little strange at this sight, but resumed her 'clean up' and followed Annie to her house. As she walked behind Annie, she noticed Annie's skirt hem was even shorter than she would have expected from this older married mother. At one point, as she glanced at her behind, she could see the tops of Annie's stockings for a fleeting moment, which made Emma feel most peculiar.

"Why don't you have a seat on the couch while I get us some tea?" Annie offered a small, gentle grin as she directed Emma to the couch.

"Thank you for being so kind to me, I feel so confused and agitated . . .I really don't know what to do!" Emma sat back on the couch, her knees together while laying her hands on her lap with her fingertips just touching the bare skin past her short, pleated skirt.

"Feel free to get comfortable there dear, I'll just be a minute" Annie shouted from the kitchen. Emma could see Annie getting everything ready, but it was when Annie began to reach up for the tea cups that Emma really began to take note. As Annie was trying to reach up to find the cups, her skirt rode up her legs; once again exposing her stocking tops -- but even more so and for a longer time than Emma had seen outside. 

Annie could see Emma's curious stare out of the corner of her eye and decided she would test the waters a little more by making more of an effort to reach up; her skirt now riding even farther up her thighs. Annie then reached back and pretended to scratch her bare thigh, pushing her skirt up more and exposing much of her bare bottom (It wasn't that Annie neglected to wear any today, it was more that she stepped out of them when she saw Emma arrive home- ever the wishful thinker!). After doing this Annie again glanced over to Emma out of the corner of her eye to see a gape mouthed Emma gawking at her legs and derriere. To add one more touch to her test, after Annie had placed the teacups on the countertop she 'accidentally' dropped the spoon she had got out of the drawer, which she immediately bent over to pick up, not fully bending her knees so as to ensure that her ass would protrude forcefully through her skirt and her hem hiked well up her thigh. When she got back up, Annie made no effort to straighten out her skirt, leaving it pulled well up above her thigh high level stocking tops as she walked into the living room to an obviously flushed and blushing Emma.

"Nothing like something hot and sweet to make you feel better after a tough day!," Annie grinned and bent down to place the tray on the coffee table before Emma, her partially unbuttoned blouse easily flying open just enough to permit full exposure of her dangling bare breasts to the already confused and squirming young visitor. 

"You like a nice couple of lumps, dear?" Annie almost purred the words with a certain devilish look in her eyes.

"Oh, um . . .yes, that would be great Mrs. . ." 

"Just call me Annie, dear, no need for formal titles here hun" Annie cut Emma off before she could complete her sentence. Annie's breasts began to jiggle as she chuckled at her comment, while each sugar cube was carefully dropped into the tea before Annie began stirring it. By now, Annie's nipples were quite visible, not only through her somewhat sheer, damp spotted blouse, but also Emma could catch a glimpse of the top of each of Annie's breasts as she had little choice but to peer down Annie's top when she was leaning over.

"Th-thank you, Annie" Emma stuttered as she was handed the cup by the buxom older woman.

"It was my pleasure dear," Annie replied as she sat adjacent to the teen, her legs crossed in such a way as to ensure her skirt would ride well up her thighs and her foot 'accidentally' brushing over Emma's bare calf. Annie sipped upon her tea and somewhat lasciviously lipped her lips as she starred at her nubile guest.

"You like it?" Annie asked rather ambiguously.

Emma was still feeling a little curious why Annie happened to run her toes over her calf and even more uncertain of Annie's meaning, but decided it was the tea she was referring to, "Yes, very soothing." She smiled and returned to sipping her drink.

"Mmmmmm yes, nothing like a hot cup of tea followed by a massage when you want to ease your mind of all that troubles you." Annie smiled and cocked her head to one side, playfully teasing a lock of her long black hair.

"A massage?" Emma inquired, "What do you mean?"

"Oh nothing really, it's just that I find it helps in situations like this, but the tea is fine on its own too."

Emma felt conflicted. She enjoyed the company of this older woman and the thought of a nice rub down was appealing to her, but yet she hardly really knew Annie and there was something a little odd in her behavior and general 'undress'. Annie could see her neighbor's uncertainty and made sure to reach over and pat her on the knee and smile to assure her. Although this did seem to help Emma relax a little, nevertheless, she had to screw up her courage just to pursue the matter.

"um, when you say massage, what do you mean?" Emma knew that sounded silly and awkward, but it was the best she could do.

"You know, a rub down, you lay on your stomach or back and I rub you all over to help loosen you up," The way Annie said "loosen you up" only maintained much of the ambivalence in her meaning but Emma accepted the definition and grinned.

"Well, I guess there's no harm in that, I could probably do with something to keep my mind distracted right now!"

"and maybe we could paint each others' nails and do all those other girly things that help us keep our minds of you know what!" Annie chortled, which soon revived Emma's own similarly spunky personality leading her to join Annie in the enjoyment of the moment.

"Now, how about we start with a rub down?" Annie asked her now calmed acquaintance, "let's start with you taking off your top and unclasping the back of your bra, while I get us a mat to lay upon, ok?"

Emma was a little nervous, never having even considered disrobing with this woman, but she knew it was customary to remove articles of clothing for massages so she nodded and complied with Annie's request. In the meantime, Annie collected the mat and some baby oil; she also managed to ensure her blouse was unbuttoned a little more- now truly leaving little to the imagination. When she returned she nearly gasped when she found her young companion wearing only a bra on top - one that was partially dangling down over her pert little breasts as it was obvious Emma had unclasped it. Annie quickly composed herself, before letting on to Emma that something was wrong, and laid the mat down on the floor; her own breasts swaying visibly as the fabric of her blouse was hardly covering anything now.

"Alright, honey, now lay down on your belly and I'll begin the rub down." 

Emma again complied, her bra nearly slipping right off her before it was stopped by the mat as she lay. Annie gazed at Emma from behind. Emma's bare back, the straps of her bra now lying open away from her, cute little skirt rather thoughtlessly pushed up by her laying action thus exposing almost all of Emma's beautiful long legs and a hint of her panties.

"Is this alright?" Emma asked with an almost childish tone as she glanced back at her masseuse. 

"Yes, very good," Annie nearly whispered as she began to apply some baby oil to her hands as well as to Emma's back, then straddled the girl from behind, her own skirt pushed up higher as she sat resting on the small of Emma's back before beginning to rub down Emma's tense shoulders. 

It was at this point that Emma realized something, something she felt on her back; Annie wasn't wearing any panties and her vagina was not only quite bare it was also quite wet! Emma was perplexed and a little unnerved by this, but then she knew Annie was rather unorthodox for a woman her age- that's one of the reasons all the young women thought she was such a cool chick. Another feeling also emerged; Emma was feeling far more excited by this than she had thought possible. Still, she kept her thoughts to herself and wallowed in the pleasure of Annie's firm- yet soft- fingers probing and caressing her shoulders and back.

"You like how this feels, sweetie?" Annie leaned down to whisper into Emma's ear, one of her breasts now freeing itself from its enclosure within her blouse and gliding over Emma's skin.

"Mmmm yes I do, it's very soothing!" Emma cooed as she felt Annie's digits work her flesh.

"I'm just moving down to your back's lower half now, so don't be alarmed by any unexpected movements, ok?" Annie pushed back on the girl, her wet pussy leaving a bit of a wet trail as she soon found herself mounted on Emma's buttocks where she again massaged Emma; this time over her lower back. 

Emma felt the older woman's wetness and the rather provocative mounting of her buttocks, which only added to her own growing sense of desire. She tried to convince herself that this was just the sensual feeling one gets from a massage, but deep down she knew better. A quick glance back only confirmed this buried desire, as she saw Annie working on her back, she could see her almost entirely bared breasts jiggle and sway as she fingered the small of the young girl's back. She could tell the woman enjoyed these things more than was normal, Annie's skirt was now nearly riding over the tops of her thighs- fully exposing her stockings and also some of her womanhood as it rocked gently over Emma's buttocks in response to the ongoing movement associated with the massage.




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Emma reacted to what was happening to her with her own intensifying level of interest; her nipples became like rock hard pebbles which pressed achingly against the mat. She also knew she would have to change her panties before too long, as an unanticipated wetness began to flow out of her hairy clam.

Annie could tell Emma was becoming aroused and made every effort to ply Emma's flesh in such a way that was soothing but specifically targeted as many of her erogenous zones as she could get away with. Yet, in the course of her 'massage' she inadvertently tickled Emma.

"Hey, that tickles!" Emma giggled as she turned her head to face Annie, "I thought this was supposed to relax me, not wind me up!"

With that, Emma turned Annie over and began to wrestle with and tickle Annie, the two women seemingly unaware of their state of undress- Emma now fully topless, breasts almost bobbing and weaving with this rapacious school girl like action; while the hiked up condition of Annie's skirt left little to the imagination as to whether she was fully shaved or not. Further, Annie's blouse was quickly untucked from her skirt and the evident fact that it was mostly unbuttoned, plus that she had no bra on underneath, was underscored by consistent flashes of skin; a sort of dancing bosom with occasional glimpses of her areolas.

"You little rascal, I had no idea you'd be so ticklish!" Annie roared with laughter, which was matched by Emma's own girlish giggling and her hands' teasing slips under Annie's blouse to tickle her underarms.

"I'm not the only one who is ticklish!" Emma squealed and gave Annie a little pinch on her side before pushing up her blouse to tickle her round the belly- Annie's blouse now hardly covering any of her abdomen or breasts, by this point virtually all its remaining buttons were popped open.

The two continued their frolic; rolling, tickling, teasing pinches of skin and tugs on clothing, playful slaps on each others' buttocks all accompanied by lighthearted giggles. In short order, Emma pinned the smaller, weaker matron underneath her, her thighs clenching round Annie's waist and her hands holding the older woman's hands to the floor. Emma's wild flashing eyes indicated more mischief than even she was used to, her skirt nearly fully pushed up over her lithe hips, her top similarly in shambles and exposing most of her bra. Annie was hardly any better. Indeed her situation was perhaps worse; her blouse now recklessly pulled wide open leaving her breasts completely bare, while her skirt was almost rolled up over her thighs, exhibiting her smoothly shaved labia.

Although she was still being playful, Emma found her excitement only heighten as she gazed upon the wondrous orbs of flesh jiggling beneath her. Her mouth watered and her vagina increased its aroused secretions as she pressed her ever damper panties down onto Annie's bare belly. Annie felt the girl's dampness and arched her back and writhed about a bit to try to push her abdomen up to rub against Emma's wet crotch. Emma's excitement only accelerated but her fear of doing something she thought she'd never do held her passion in check; at least for now.

"I really like your hair, Mrs. Jamieson" Emma finally broke the sexual tension with her unexpected and awkward change of subject.

"Why thank you dear, but please, really just call me Annie" Annie smiled, her hand reached up and began to slowly stroke back Emma's hair. Meanwhile, Annie's nipples had become like thick, long erasers, "you have very lovely hair too and such a pretty smile- to match your pretty face!" Annie grinned like a Cheshire cat as her other hand began to slide up Emma's mostly pushed up top to caress her back's bare skin.

"Oh . . . well . . .thank you . . . I never thought . . . I mean . . .this is a little different for me," Emma blushed then let out a girlish giggle as she squinted her eyes and wrinkled her noise at Annie.

"Well, it's always good to try new things, don't you think? Besides, what's a little playfulness between two women?" Annie almost choked on her words; her devilish coyness even startled her.

"Yes, I guess so . . .but . . .I don't think I have ever played like this before," Emma again blushed and briefly looked away before reasserting her hold on the smaller woman's body beneath her, "but I do kinda like it!" She smiled gently then let Anne's arms free again whereupon the more mature girl ran her fingers over Emma's belly then slid them up and over her small, pert breasts. Emma bit her lower lip, let out a soft moan and rolled her head a little before allowing her own hands to roam; one stroking and playing with Annie's long, thick hair, while the other traced her long index finger around each silky, smooth orb before gently flicking one nipple to test its rigidity.

"Sorry, it's just that . . .you're so much bigger than me and I have never seen those get so big and hard!" Emma once again blushed and squirmed on Annie's torso; Annie feeling every bit of Emma's warm, drenched panty clad mound against her skin, not to mention a little bit of her pubic hair, as Emma's panties were now being pulled a little away from entirely covering her pubes.

"That's alright dear, each of us are different and I have noticed you are so much firmer and, yet, supplier, than I am. Oh, . . .I hope you don't mind me massaging you in this way? I just thought it would help you relax a little more," Annie brazenly lied through her teeth, but Emma sure didn't seem to notice or, at least, care.

Emma slowly shook her head and then tentatively cupped each of Annie's larger breasts, feeling their fullness within her hands she sat staring at them as she unconsciously found herself squeezing and kneading Annie's beautiful mounds. 

Annie let out her own little moan and grinned as she soon joined Emma in the 'massaging' exercise. 

"You know, I did promise you we'd also paint our nails," Annie purred softly; her hands still feeling Emma's soft, warm breasts, "what you say we get down to it?" 

"Ya, that sounds like fun!" Emma rolled off Annie, her soaking panties clinging to her equally drenched pussy; little curly hairs jutting from their sides. Annie watched the young woman's nether region and found herself licking her lips with desire, before getting up to get the nail polish.

"I have some very sensual red I just picked up recently, what you think?" Annie held the bottle out for Emma to inspect; gaining her approval she encouraged Emma to sit back on the edge of the couch.

"You sit back and keep your skirt's hem way up so we don't have any accidents." 

Before Emma could speak Annie helped push up the already mangled skirt until Emma's panties exposed the massive dark spot that indicated her arousal. 

"Oh dear, looks like you already had one!" 

Emma blushed and tried to cover herself but Annie forced the skirt up and ran a finger over the panties' outline. Annie smiled and winked at the girl before caressing her chin and cheek and gingerly taking hold of one of Emma's long, slender legs.

"Don't be shy, honey, just a couple of girls doing some girly things and if a little excitement causes us some dampness, that's a small price to pay for fun, right?"

'You mean, this has happened to you before when you've been with a girl?" Emma looked at Annie with a wide eyed stare of amazement.

"Of course, sweetheart, nothing to be ashamed of, but maybe you should take those off before you get too uncomfortable?"

Annie started to tug on Emma's panties, which prompted Emma to push down her underwear and kick them to the side. She tried to cup and cover her fully bare muff with her hand, but not enough to conceal all its delights nor its long matted hair. Annie's mouth was almost overflowing, it was so wet from her growing desire; yet she managed to control herself and held Emma's long leg in her hand as she began to apply the polish to her toenail.

"Mmmm, yes, this looks fantastic on you dear! I'm sure you'll be the talk of the town with this color on," Annie chortled, as she let one of her hands slide, sensually up and down Emma's long leg. Emma just blushed again and felt that same sexually charged tingling grow in her pussy. Annie looked down at it, and grinned a little to herself, as she could see a small amount of wetness cover Emma's hairy snatch.

"Oh you really think so?" Emma replied breathily, her hands caressing her breasts and belly as she could feel Annie's hand go up and down her leg.

"Along with these lovely long legs, I would say very much so!" Annie's left hand was joined by her right hand as they each caressed up and down Emma's extended leg, moving up closer to the top of Emma's thigh. At this Emma began to truly lose control, her eyes were closed as she rolled her head back and forth and opened and closed her legs. Annie could see her manipulations were working and decided to act decisively by cupping her hand over Emma's soaked womanhood. This was soon followed by her own womanhood mounting Emma's long, extended leg. Soon its wetness rested down upon Emma's thigh, whereupon Annie began to slowly slide herself back and forth over it while her hand gently rubbed the girl's almost gushing vagina. 

"Oh my, what a pretty little pussy you have, Emma, so soft, almost makes me want to grow my hair back- though I doubt it would be as silky soft as yours," Annie purred, her fingers playfully working through Emma's pubic hair, while ensuring she also rubbed them ever harder over Emma's labial lips and up over her clit.

Emma moaned and shifted herself as her head became filled with lascivious thoughts about Annie and what she wanted to do with her. She bit her lower lip and reached back to dig her fingers into Annie's buttocks, pulling her harder over her luscious, elongated limb.

"Oh, oh, yes, . . .um, I mean . . .you are so sweet ...much sweeter than any boyfriend I have ever had!" Emma gushed like the schoolgirl she was, making Annie feel even more aroused; pushing one then two fingers inside Emma's much tighter hole, eliciting a much louder moan and bucking hips from Emma.

"You like how that feels darling?" Annie leaned over and whispered in Emma's ear before running her tongue over it and nibbling on her lobe, Annie's breasts jostling with Emma's as she pressed up against her.

"Mmmmmmm yaaaa, it is like heaven!" Emma cooed and pulled Annie to her to plant a very wet, passionate kiss on her mouth while her hand slipped up Annie's side to cup and knead one of her breasts.

"I'm glad you feel that way, baby doll, maybe I could try something else you may enjoy?" Annie's eyes twinkled with a lusty, mischievousness she was known for by her husband and female lovers. Her fingers continued to probe Emma's hot, wet, young, and tight cunt hole, adding a third finger in the mix as the two women kissed and felt each other's breasts with their free hands.

"Oooooo yes, anything, I want you . . .I really want you" Emma pulled Annie to her moth again to facilitate her tongue's eager tangling with Annie's. Annie soon pulled away and began to kiss down Emma's neck, shoulders, breasts- suckling each nipple for a time- her belly- ensuring her tongue had some time to teasingly lick at Emma's buttonhole, before finding herself on her knees before the young girl. 

"Ready or not, here I come!" 

Annie giggled, her hands pushing Emma's legs apart before kissing the inside of each of Emma's thighs, lifting Emma's slender legs up and running her tongue up and down each before gently placing them over top of each of her shoulders. Annie looked deeply into Emma's eyes, as her thumb rubbed Emma's clitoris and the rest of her fingers petted Emma's lovely, soft pubic curls. 

With that, Annie ran the tip of her tongue over Emma's protruding pussy lips and teased her clit, further aroused by Emma's gasps and moans of pleasure. Emma grabbed hold of Annie's head, running her hands through Annie's long, thick black hair then pulling her face closer to her very wet mound.

"I want you . . .I really want you to do it!" Emma urged with an increasingly aggressive tone in her voice.

"Your wish is my command, sweetheart!" Annie wink and breathed in Emma's tangy scent before digging into Emma's young matted clam.

Annie' s tongue delved into Emma's luscious little pussy, pushing between each of her lips, almost dancing over her entire labia. Emma clenched her thighs on Annie's head, pulling her in even more as she writhed and wiggled with each lapping action of Annie's tongue and even more when Annie's teeth nibbled and chewed on Emma's virginal clitty.

"Oh fuck, yes! I want you, please, I want you that way too!" 

Annie knew her mission was complete, she laid the younger woman down flat on the couch, got up to straddle her face and slowly dropped her hips down so as to leave her cunny just a short distance away from Emma's mouth. At the same time, Annie returned to her lusty occupation, pulling Emma's pussy lips apart to allow for greater penetration by her tongue.

Emma was a little nervous and awkward as she stared up into Annie's gash. Yet, the butterflies in her stomach were not enough to restrain her raging desire as she found her tongue almost unconsciously lapping at Annie's cunt- in a manner that was wilder and eager than anything Annie had done to Emma.

"Oh dear god, girl you're amazing! Oh fuck, oh fuck ya!" Annie began to grind her poon down onto Emma's now drenched face, the two girls becoming like magnets stuck together in unrestrained passion.

After several minutes of lapping, chewing, fingering and the occasional slap of a buttock the women collapsed, spent by their illicit play.

"That was wonderful, Annie!" Emma exuded, her hands caressing Annie's pussy lips, thighs and ass.

"Just the ticket to help you relax and forget about things for awhile, huh?" Annie chuckled, her fingers reciprocating Emma's caressing movements.

"Boyfriend, what boyfriend?" the two women laughed then got up to kiss and cuddle for awhile.

"I think I found something we can do together more often, don't you?" Annie winked and cupped Emma's breast, pinching her nipple before rolling it between her fingers.

"Mmmmmm, yes, I think I have found my new hobby- massages with my neighbor Annie!" Emma teased before tickling Annie and rubbing her body on the older woman's, soon resulting in the intertwining of limbs and the excited frottage of body parts that helped end their time together on an erotic note.



Suburban Housewives Ch. 07



Over the following and weeks and months, Annie, Jen, and Terri continued their erotic encounters; either as a twosome, a threesome, or in a few occasions including one of the younger women Annie and Jen had previously dabbled with on their own. Spending time either at one or the other's house during the day time when no one was around or going out on a 'girl's night out' and finding a secluded location to play in one of their minivans or SUVs. Along with this, the three women found themselves dressing more provocatively and flirting with other people; both men and women. The women's lewd interests kept growing with time and their perverse discussions about these interests only increased with each visit.

It was after one of their especially exciting play times that the women's discussion about who, or what, else they'd like to try turned in a different direction. The three lay entangled together in various degrees of undress enjoying the afterglow of another raunchy morning 'coffee break.'

"I think we have just about tried everything possible together, don't you?" Jen opined, her hand stroked Annie's long thick hair as one of her large bare breasts teasingly caressed one of Annie's own breasts, while her other breast was pressed firmly up against Annie's side.

"Ya, not to mention all those fine fillies we've been flirting with, Annie I still can't believe how you waltzed into that grocery store and made a pass at that check out girl!" Terri giggled in amazement, her foot playfully running over Annie's foot as she was on the other side of Annie; her bared legs virtually wrapped round Annie's torso, while her exposed, moistened pussy was just grazing Annie's upper thigh.

"Well, girls, when you want something or, at least, just want to have some fun; you've got to go for it!" Annie winked at each of her lovers, her arms around each and her hands soon cupping each of the other women's breast whereupon Annie proceeded to gingerly fondle and knead them.

"Maybe, but you had hardly a stitch on too, I can't believe how you got away with that!" Terri exclaimed excitedly.

"Just a sheer tank top, with a plunging neckline, and a micro mini and, otherwise, nothing but a little imagination," Annie purred, "I sure got a kick out of seeing that girl's mouth drop open, especially when I leaned over to hand her the money and she got a full view of my bare, hardened nipples underneath. She's been teasing me for weeks, so I thought I'd get her back and maybe see where it leads?"

"And where did it lead, hun?" Jen inquired, her finger making a sensual line down Annie's chest and between her firm orbs before circling her lovely little belly button.

"Well, ultimately, where you think?" Annie displayed a mischievous grin and another wink.

"Really, she actually went for the bait?" Jen somewhat sharply sat up, her breasts slapping Annie's arm, side, and right breast.

"Hook, line, and sinker," Annie crowed, her fingers playfully running down Jen's inner thigh, "though it was a few days after that. I had handed her a card with my cell number on it and told her to call me if she had any word about something special at the store. . . she played dumb at the time, but I knew she was curious. I tell you, for all her flirty behavior before she sure turned out to be a novice. She'd never been with another woman before, but I think she will from now on -- even though she was so embarrassed that she left without her panties or bra on! My little souvenirs, you could say? All in all, now that I'm more experienced I really do take pleasure in introducing these pleasures to other women too."

"Mmmmm, you're getting me excited again, Annie!" Terri let out with a hoarse whisper, the tip of her tongue running over Annie's earlobe as she began to slowly grind her slippery cunt up and down Annie's thigh. "Was she married too?"

"Oh yes, but only quite recently, I think she said two or maybe three years now? I was a little preoccupied with her when she said it! I know she's 28 and only been really intimate with a couple of men in her life. A bit of an old fashioned girl, but one who has been full of curiosity in recent years."

"Very sexy, baby!" Jen cooed her mound mirroring Terri's with its own rubs against Annie's other thigh.

"Yes, it was, but when I was at the store I saw someone else, someone who has been catching my eye for some time now," Annie rather nonchalantly offered as her compatriots made use of her supple thighs and hips for their own pleasure.

"Oh, um, who was that?" Terri finally asked, briefly tearing her attention away from her perverse frottage.

"Why, Jen's little sister Tina . . . my how pretty she is!" Annie almost growled as she stared intently into Jen's eyes.

"What . . .my . . .my . . . sister? You can't be serious?" Jen finally pulled herself out of her obscene stupor and sat up, looking almost fiercely at Annie.

"Yes, dearie, your sweet little sister . . .bet she's never had the pleasure of a woman anymore than you had before you met me?" Annie chuckled as she held Jen's chin and leaned into gently kiss her on the lips.

"Well, I don't know . . . I doubt it, she's a happily married woman!" Jen protested, resulting in wild laughter from her lovers as they marveled at the incredulity of this statement.

"Honey, we're all happily married women, can't you tell from what we're doing now?" Terri chortled, while playing with a lock of Jen's hair.

Jen was taken aback by this revelation of the obvious truth and returned to her place against Annie's side, "I guess you're right . . . who knows, maybe she would be open to experimenting?"

"You keen on asking her, sweetheart?" Annie said tenderly, her fingers caressing Jen's arm and gently stroking one of her significant breasts.

"Um, well, I don't know . . . I'm not sure she'd open up about that," Jen looked unsure, inciting both Terri and Annie to caress her and kiss her to bolster her in her uncertainty.

"For us, lover?" Terri almost begged, her sexy pout making Jen more willing to ask her sister and also driving her into a renewed desire for her yummy friend. 

"Ok, for you," Jen leaned over Annie and grabbed Terri by the back of her head and gave her a very big, wet kiss, while her other hand cupped and felt Terri's lovely breast. Annie soon joined the others in a reignited time of passion that continued well into the afternoon before they were finally forced to break off and clean up before their families returned.

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A few days later, Jen visited her sister Tina. Tina was 32, tall -- though shorter than her big sister at 5'7"-as well as somewhat slimmer and bustier too (at 34DD). She had blonde hair that reached down past her shoulders, although not as long as Annie's lengthy hair. She was also blonde in more ways than one. Although not stupid by any means, she was less intelligent and more prone to foolish, silliness than Jen, which also often resulted in a proclivity for more indiscretions. She was also generally less conservative in her appearance than her sister; wearing shorter skirts, more revealing tops, etc. but lacking any realization of its affects on other people (i.e., men, lesbians or bisexual women). Like Jen, she was also a married mother, although of just one school aged child. Her husband tended to be away at meetings and work related conventions more often than she would have liked, leaving her to own devices.

The two sisters were not especially close, but there was still that kinship that usually comes between sisters. As such, they frequently got together for tea or coffee and traded gossip; yet they had never really delved too deeply into each others' sex lives. Jen knew that this was about to change and she feared any lack of diplomacy may result in the disclosure of her secret sex life with only negative consequences. Yet, a promise was a promise, especially when it involved her two delectable lovers.

As the visit proceeded, Tina increasingly noticed a certain unease in Jen leading her to inquire about any problem she may have, "Jenny, you seem a little more on edge than normal, is there something bothering you?"

"Well, not exactly . . . it's more that . . . well, I just have a question for you . . .it may seem a little personal but it's been playing on my mind for some time now and I wanted to know if I am strange for what I think and feel?"

"Ha, well that's easy, of course your strange . . . you're my sister!" Tina winked and patted Jen on the back.

"Yes, very true," Jen laughed along with Tina, the humor helped ease some of the tension.

"Ok, what is this weird thing you wanted to ask me?" Tina sipped her tea and leaned back in her chair attentively.

"Um, you know how sometimes we fantasize . . . like sexually?" Jen gulped as her sister slowly nodded her head, "it's just, well . . .have you ever thought what it would be like to be with another . . .you know? . . . another . . ." Jen's voice trailed off as she looked down in embarrassment.

"Another woman?" Tina offered.

Jen slowly looked up and nodded, "Ya, you know, having sex with another woman."

"Of course, I'm sure most women have . . . even the most diehard heterosexual girl sometimes thinks of a friend or teacher or coworker and thinks . . . what if?" Tina brushed back her hair and smiled.

"Ok, good, well . . . have you ever actually gone the next step or at least become serious about experimenting?" Jen bit her lip as she stared into her sister's eyes, hoping things were not about to explode in her face.

"No, I have not tried it . . ." Tina paused, a very serious look on her face. Jen felt a knot in the pit of her stomach and was about to change the subject when Tina continued her thought after much deliberation.

"I have not tried it but, yes, I have very seriously thought of experimenting . . . I just haven't had the courage nor the woman to consider it with, why do you? Have you tried it or thought about it?" Tina's lips pursed and her gaze very nearly pierced right through Jen.

Jen again gulped and cleared her throat, "Well . . . um . . . yes, yes I have."

"You have tried it or just thought about it?" Tina inquired.

"Um . . . technically . . . both," Jen's voice quavered and she closed her eyes waiting for the storm.

"Cool, what was it like?" was all Tina could muster, in her almost silly schoolgirl manner.

"It was . . . nice . . . really very nice." Jen was shocked by her sister's unexpected response, but equally delighted. Was this really happening?

"When you do this, who with and what you do together? I want all the juicy details!" Tina virtually bounced so hard in her seat with excitement at the thought of some sordid gossip that her large breasts nearly slapped her in the face.

Jen proceeded to carefully explain all the details, thus creating considerable warmth between her and her sister's legs. Jen could see in Tina's eyes that she was full of lusty thoughts, her face was flushed with embarrassment by what her big sister had said and done, but more than that Tina was thinking about how much she'd like to dabble in something as exotic and risky as same sex relations.

"I am a little nervous about the idea," Tina finally exclaimed, breaking the sexual aura each woman was in, "but I think I might like to explore this . . . of course just once, just so I can say to myself I did it and then go back to the domestic bliss I'm in now."

The two women giggled about this final statement. Finally, Jen wanted to clarify things, "are you absolutely sure about this? I wouldn't want you to regret it nor would I want to waste anyone's time." 

"Yes, yes I am quite sure. Is there anything I should do to prepare myself?" 

"You could always look up some porn on the net, just to confirm you are really interested," Jen replied half jokingly.

"Ok, that's a good idea. I have seen some things that might be thought of as soft porn in some movies, just kissing and stuff -- but maybe I should see what the whole fuss is about before I give my final confirmation?"

"I think that's a great idea. In the meantime, I will see if either Annie or Terri are interested in helping you out in your experimentation and I'll call you to let you know their answer and maybe you could call one or both of them to discuss things and see if you want to move to forward with these plans . . . I'll set things up as soon as possible!" and with that Jen hugged her sister and left for home. Feeling a distinct wetness in her panties and an unfulfilled desire she immediately went to her bedroom, found her vibrator and satiated her longings as she imagined herself in various explicit positions with her friends -- and sometimes thought of her sister with them as well.

After cleaning up and changing her undergarments, Jen called her lovers to tell them the good news. Both were ecstatic and Annie told Jen to get Tina to call her the next morning to discuss the next step. Jen was thrilled, although also a little uneasy, should she really have done this to her own sister? Then again, it's her choice -- she didn't force her, she only asked a question and boy, did she get an unexpected answer! She called Tina and asked her to call Annie when she could the next morning.

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Early the next day after her husband had left for work and her son sent off to school, Tina decided she should be prepared for any sexual 'leap in the dark' that she might take, As such, she figured she better do a little research into lesbian and bisexual oriented websites. Looking at the pictures and watching the movies made her far more aroused than even she expected. Although she had fantasies over the years, she had never actually been with a woman before, so what she observed was more astonishing but also exciting than anything she had imagined. In fact, it was so arousing that she found herself wiggling on her chair, thus forcing up her skirt, and running her hand over her panty clad vagina and her other hand caressing her breasts through her tee shirt.

The level or warmth and wetness welled up to a point where she could tell her panties were getting drenched and she would need release soon. She stood up, quickly pulled down her panties and returned to sitting back t watch the naughty exploits on her computer monitor. Now free of any constraints, Tina's long legs overlapped the chair's arms and her fingers made their way over her labia and plunged into her sodden love hole. Just as she was about to slide a third finger inside her bearded clam, she happened to glance over to see the time. 

"Oh shit, it's nearing noon and I haven't even called Annie yet! She'll really be impressed by someone who doesn't bother to call her!"

Nevertheless, the videos of women making passionate love haunted Tina and kept her quite focused on them for some time afterward. Finally, with an aching desire to be with a sensual woman, Tina picked up the phone and called Angie.

After it was obvious that the phone was answered, Tina at first heard very little but what she did hear she thought sounded very odd. Finally after the phone seemed to be bashed about a bit she heard a somewhat muffled, breathy voice.

"He -hello?" a woman said distractedly.

"Oh hello, is this Annie . . . I am Tina, Jen's sister . . . she said to call you?" Tina felt awkward but still very aroused; hopeful that she hadn't blown her opportunity.

"Mmmmm yes, this is she," Tina heard followed by what sounded like a barely audible giggling and some unusual noises -- almost like a slurping noise.

"I hope I haven't caught you at a bad time but Jen said you might be able to help me with my special interest?" 

Again, a rather rough jostling of the phone, more unusual muffled noises then, "um . . .ya . . . oh yaaaa . . . it's good . . . goood."

Tina was perplexed, but she decided to solider on, "Well, Jen said I should do some research and I have been looking at some things on the Internet . . . some very curious and rather exciting things . . . of women . . . you know . . . together?"

"Mmmhmmm," Annie almost distantly replied then more jostling, strange slurping noises and unexpected amounts of sighing and giggling.

"Let me get down to my point . . . well . . . have you ever licked a woman . . . I mean . . . Jen told me stories but . . . I wanted it from you, have you ever eaten out a woman's vagina before?" Tina was both startled at her brazenness but also extremely aroused; so much so that she felt that tingling in her pussy again and seeping wetness trickling down her inner thigh.

Tina waited for what seemed like an eternity for Annie's response. Again, the phone sounded like it was being bashed about a bit, again curious noises, like humming, slurping, sighing . . . almost seemed like moaning. Finally, Angie replied "Honey, I am eating a woman's vagina, what DO you think I have been doing all this time while we have been on the phone? In fact, it is someone you are very familiar with . . . your sister Jen and she's doing the same to me! And if you are really that interested in what it's like I would suggest you get your cute little fanny down here this instance."

At that, Tina heard two women laughing before the phone went dead. Tina was aghast at what had just happened but also extremely aroused. She now wanted what she saw on her computer even more than before, to try it all out with another woman but she was torn, although she had met Angie and thought she was really quite pretty, she was still a woman she hardly and on top of it all, her sister was there! She wasn't sure she'd want her there too. Besides this she was a novice and she also knew deep down she was going to be cheating on her husband with another woman, but her desire was more than she could bear.

In the end, she threw caution to the wind. Got up and put on her shortest, sexiest little skirt, a tight little, (maybe too little?), rather low cut top with thin spaghetti style straps. Yet, she stopped short of being too slutty. She was a married woman after all! So she was determined she must still wear underwear, albeit a very sweet lacey and rather sheer black push up and matching sheer black panties. Now she really felt ready, at least as ready as she was ever going to be at this stage!

Tina arrived at Annie's house almost an hour after their phone conversation and she did her best to fix her hair and straighten out her clothes to look as presentable as possible. She was so nervous, and perhaps typically blonde, she almost forgot to ring the doorbell; standing waiting for a couple of minutes expecting Annie to answer before she realized she may never come since she hadn't heard any bell ring. 

Finally, after Tina rather clumsily and accidentally pushed the button more than once, she heard someone walking to the door and heard Annie's voice call out, "Hold on, I'm coming! Give a girl a chance would you?"

The door opened and Tina gasped as she saw Annie wearing very little at all; merely a miniskirt and midriff tee, which by the very apparent hardened nipples she saw almost jabbing her in the eyes had obviously no bra underneath it! Annie seemed a little distracted and it appeared that she had just straightened out her tee as the door opened.

"Hey, Tina, I'm glad you could make it. Why don't you come in?" Annie smiled and took Tina by the hand and led her into her living room and guided her to the couch to sit down. It was clear to Tina that it hadn't been long since Annie had been with Jen by the strong scent on perfume and woman's body odor (notably the tangy, pungent smell of a vagina- or two!); the scent was especially emanating from Annie as she sat by her. She also noticed Angie's neck seemed a rather sweaty and her hair was a sticky, tangled mess plus she thought Annie's upper lip and chin were undeniably shiny; almost glistening with something, she couldn't say what? Being a little slower than her sister, she did not quite connect what she saw to what may have happened and, so, brushed it off as nothing significant.




Suburban Housewives Ch. 07



Tina looked around to see if her sister was still there but saw or heard no one and just assumed it was all clear. 

"Hi, Annie- thanks for letting me come over on such short notice, even when you were . . . um . . . a little busy."

"Oh that's fine honey; I am always willing to do favors for Jen. She is such a good friend you know?" Annie knew she was fibbing, since it was her idea for all of this in the first place! "My, that's a pretty skirt and top! Makes you look very fetching," Annie purred as she looked Tina over. 

"Why, thank you . . . you look great too . . . I really like that skirt . . . it's something I think I would buy for myself."

"Oh, I am sure you'd look fantastic in it . . . I don't know your size, but the waist on this does let out quite a bit . . . maybe you could try it on later to see what you think?" Annie grinned and Tina wasn't sure but she thought she saw Annie wink as well.

After this Tina tried to make small talk but it was awkward and she quickly abandoned this plan.

Annie could tell Tina was nervous but intrigued and grinned as she stroked the back of Tina's hand, "So, I understand you have a real curiosity that you are itching to explore?" Annie's knees were partially facing Tina; one bare knee was gently pressed against Tina's own bare knee.

Tina couldn't make eye contact, anxiously looking around and then down she mumbled, "I . . . I guess?"

"You guess hun? By what I heard from you and your sister, it was a little more than a guess!" Annie guffawed then began playing with one of her large hoop ear rings. Tina glanced over to watch Annie toy with it, thinking how much she loved those rings on her and how she was glad she was wearing some as well. In her estimation, they made a woman look so sexy.

Tina bit her lip and quickly shot a look into Annie's eyes before blurting out, "Yes, I do, I really do want to see what it is like!"

Annie chortled, "Well dear, you definitely appear to be sure about it now!" Tina recoiled a little out of remorse over her indiscreet outburst. "Don't worry, you've come the right place . . . I won't bite . . . unless you want me to?" Annie roared with laughter then tried to reassure Tina with a soft rub of her back, caress of her cheek, and stroking of her hair. She didn't want to scare off the poor dear . . . especially since Tina was the one Annie had especially asked Jen for.

"Thanks . . . I think?" Tina replied with a certain unease and feeling of shock at this older woman's brazenness. "I really have no idea where to start . . . you'll have to guide me."

"Mmmmm certainly darling," and with that Annie leaned into Tina and laid a soft kiss on her lips and held Tina's cheek tenderly, while her foot began to gently run up and down Tina's long, slender leg, increasing both the height of her foot's attentions until she met Tina's knee, as well as its force on the limb. Tina closed her eyes and moaned softly, then began to stroked back Annie's long thick hair. Although Tina enjoyed Annie's attentions, she was somewhat confused at the taste that seemed to come from Annie's lips; it was saltier and tangier than anything she could put her finger on.

Annie gently pulled back and smiled, "You like that honey?"

"Ooooo yes that felt wonderful!" Tina felt a surge of excitement accompanied by that same warm wetness in her loins that soon dampened her sheer panties.

Annie leaned into Tina, blew in her ear and ran her tongue gingerly around its rim, then whispered, "You want me to continue?" Annie's fingers were now lightly dancing over Tina's belly, Annie compared it to Jen's belly and appreciated that Tina was far firmer and flatter than her big sister. She also noticed how much larger Tina's breasts were than her sister's and how her nipples had become almost like hardened little projectiles since she arrived.

"Oooohhhh, yessss!" was all Tina could say, her hand reaching back to caress Annie's back and waist, gently pulling her closer to her.

Tina then slowly let her body lay back and seemed to beckon Annie to her; including letting Annie's left leg lay flat over her bare lap. "I hope you don't mind my leg on your lap? I just felt a little cramping and wanted to stretch it out and let it relax on something for awhile." Annie once again fibbed, but all in a good cause, she thought with a smile.

"Oh no, that is fine . . . please feel free with both your legs if you need to, you know, to make them feel better," Tina said with an increasingly hoarse tone to her voice; her hand slowly running up and down Annie's soft, supple thigh.

"Mmmm no that's fine, I think I'll be fine with this one for now," Annie assured Tina as her leg moved up Tina's lap and pushing her own skirt a little further up her thigh. Tina felt her head spin as she saw Annie's ever bearer thigh and, more than that, she was shocked to discover Annie had nothing underneath her skirt as part of her mound became exposed. Tina's mouth became bone dry but her pussy was anything but; her sheer panties were now almost totally clear in the growing spot directly around the entry point of her furry beaver, the scent was soon filling both women's nostrils and encouraging Annie to press on to the next level of seduction.

"Would you mind terribly if you could massage my leg, especially my thigh, as I think a person in your position would be more capable of assuring adequate pressure?" Annie presented her view with a seemingly unassailable logic that convinced the previously hesitant Tina to acquiesce. Without a word, Tina's firm ministrations made their way ever harder and farther up Annie's thigh, resulting in Annie's skirt falling back and revealing all of her thigh's fleshy, toned contours and most of her oozing vulva.

"Oh my, that is starting to feel a little better! Just a little higher up and I think you will really start to do the trick," Annie panted somewhat as she spoke with a heightened pitch to her voice and a broadening of the space between her hips as she lifted up her left leg to better meet Tina's soothing touch.

Tina eagerly complied and made her way up to Annie's hip, her hand now fully under the already pushed up hem of Annie's skirt, as she massage she leaned more into Annie allowing her large breasts to sway as she move and occasional gently slap up against Annie's belly and breasts.

"Ooooooooo yessss that is feeling better but I think the spasms are moving more inside my thigh, could you reach in there a little to help me out? I'll lift my leg some more to give you better access," with that Annie bent her leg and opened her thighs apart even more; her sheath was now fully disclosed to Tina who found her own womanhood filled with an unparalleled level of sensitivity, tingling, and heat; not to mention the almost gushing flow of fluids that, by then, had made her panties drenched and was leaving a large spot on the bottom of her skirt. Even after years of sexual activity, particularly with a husband with exceptional skill in the bedroom, Tina had never been as aroused as she was now. Her hand rub ever more vigorously over Annie's inner thigh, but her fingers soon slid ever more over Annie's equally aroused twat until Tina could hear Annie's deep, heavy breathing and louder moans of pleasure.

"Yes, yes, oh yes, now I think you have found the problem . . . . oh shit, yes, you're making me so horny I can barely stand it!"

Tina's massage soon became a manic rubbing of Annie's labia, until it became like a sweet, squishy peach in her fingers. Tina could not believe what she was doing but she felt more alive than she had been in months and needed this woman more than anything. Annie could see the lust in Tina's eyes, a lust that mirrored her own, so it was with little hesitation that she reached forth her hand cupped, then squeezed, one of Tina's mountainous breasts. 

"Well, Jen was right . . . you surely do have bigger boobies than your older sister," Annie mused with delight as Tina's rapid fire manipulations faded with exhaustion, "kind of wanna get my teeth on these puppies!" Annie purred before tearing Tina's spaghetti straps off and wildly detaching her bra from her body. Tina moaned and threw her head back as she felt Annie's nimble fingers dig in than weigh her ample bosom, Annie's thumbs stroking Tina's nipples as she gauged her then separated her breasts and buried her face between them.

"Mhumphmmmm," was all Annie could offer as she mouthed, kissed, licked and suckled each lovely orb. Tina gasped and moaned then ran her own hands up and over Annie's breasts before sliding each up her midriff top to engage in her own breast play.

"Oh fuck baby you have such a great body . . . I can't believe I have you too!" Annie stroked Tina's hair as she returned to her suckling and nibbling of Tina's melon like teats, then ran her hand up Tina's skirt and the inside of her thighs to lovingly stroke and diddle Tina's box -- roughly tearing aside the flimsy, saturated panties.

Tina let out a girlish squeal of glee and pushed her hips up to give her teacher a fertile field for her to plough with her strong digits. In seconds she found her first orgasm erupting on Annie's hand but had no compunction to end the affair at this time. Tina pushed Annie back on the couch in an act of aggression Annie hadn't expected, straddled her waist so that her sodden mound was lathering Annie's flat belly and kissed Annie with reckless abandon; one hand pinching Annie's breast, the other reached back to insert a finger in Annie's muff.

"Oh damn, Annie, this is so much better than I ever thought it could be . . . and I haven't even finished with you yet!" with that, Tina began to leave sloppy kisses down Annie's neck, all over her chest and belly before kneeling in front of her instructor to show her what a quick study she was. Peeling back Annie's petals she gazed transfixed at her honeyed flower let out an amorous sigh and dug her tongue inside Annie's gooey tunnel.

"Aaaaaaaahhhhh," Annie groaned and bucked as she felt Tina's stamen like member as it probed her buttercup, "see Jen, I was right, she is a natural and I am soooo glad I got you to ask her!" Annie growled as she looked back.

At this, a tall, curvy woman came out of the bedroom wearing only a pleated skirt, "Yes, I guess you were right . . . . my how she can lick!" It was Jen, who had been secretly watching through the crack of the bedroom door all this time, "my little sister really is a natural, isn't she?"

Tina gulped, gagged a little and then let out a terrified scream as she bolted up from her position when she saw her older sister standing by the couch.

"What are you still doing here?" Tina screeched.

"Hey, girl, don't get so worked up, Annie asked me to stay to see how things went and it looks like things have gone very well indeed!" Jen leaned down and caresses Annie's face and hair before laying a sweet kiss on her lips., "I think you have everything under control here, don't you?" she chuckled as her hand slid over Annie's now fully exposed breasts.

"Mmmmm I'll say, your little sister really knows how to please a woman," Annie grinned and wrapped her legs around Tina, pulling her in toward her, "come on doll, no need to get all shy now that your sister is here."

Tina gulped as she watched her older sister gingerly tease Annie's breasts, paying particular attention to her nipples, while she also continued kissing Annie on the mouth. Tina could also feel Annie's legs run up and down her own legs as she was being drawn back in between Annie's thighs and the scent of her intoxicating pussy. It was more than Tina could bear; her desires had still not been adequately satiated and the look of Annie- especially Annie and her sister -- only rekindled that inferno within.

"This is so wrong!" Tina blurted out before kneeling down again to return to her mouth's ministrations on Annie's lubricious vagina, Tina's finger pushing deep inside Annie's gaping passageway as her thumb laid its own specials attentions to Annie's clitoral head. Jen saw how intense her sister's lustful demonstration was and found it created a deeply mixed feeling of jealousy and sexual arousal within her. Until finally she climbed over the couch, lifted her short skirt and sat back on Annie's face, making sure Annie received the fullness of her backside between her buttocks from her anal entry and down to her poon. Annie moaned and began to hum loudly into her older lover as her lips and tongue made their mark on these erogenous zones. Jen grunted a little than purred her approval as she leaned forward and stroked her sister's silky blonde hair.

"That's a good girl, sis, eat the little tramp's sticky cunt . . . she is such a slutty old ho, isn't she?" Jen said this with an almost menacing tone in her voice, as she licked her lips and forced her ass back onto Annie's already sodden face. Tina felt a weird acceleration to her own arousal at these words and the sight of her sister sitting hard back on her girl friend's face, pushing her to act more roughly with Annie's well used doughnut; punishing it with deep, hard thrusts of not one, but two then three fingers and hard sucking and nibbling of Annie's labial lips and clitty.

"Hummmmphmmmmmm," was all Annie could offer, as she flailed about from the assault upon her crotch and the near smothering of Jen's large posterior. Her hands grabbed, slapped, twisted and pulled at Jen's dangling breasts, which only elicited an even more aggressive response from her victim as her ass cheeks seemed to almost entirely envelope Annie's face as Jen rubbed her bunghole and dripping clam up and down it.

"Oh, that looks sooo fun . . . I . . . I wish it was me there," Tina squealed as she watched what her sister was doing.

"So typical, big sister does it so the little sister wants to get the same treatment! Well, I guess I could oblige this time," Jen grinned, dismounted from her unusual seating arrangement and helped Tina get set into her former position on Annie's sloppy, reddened face. "Now just push back on her and rub up and down . . . that's a good girl!" Jen encouraged her sister as she watched Tina repeat these steps and was strangely captivated by the swaying of her massive orbs as she maintained this practice. Jen sat down and straddle Annie's thigh, letting herself slide over Annie's leg with her soggy cunny, before she unthinkingly reached out to massage her sister's abundant bags.

"Oh, oh that's sooo wrong, but don't stop!" was all Tina could say as she grabbed her sister by the back of the head and kissed her sweetly on the lips. Jen smiled and pulled her back for a more sensual kiss as her hands played with Tina's breasts- pulling her nipples forward until Tina let out a small whimper of pain. Annie continued slurping on Tina's succulent kitty, nuzzling her noise into her butthole or through her soft -- but wet -- pubic hair; Annie's hands roaming over each sister's bodies as far as she was able to and her freed leg wrapped round Jen's back to keep her firmly rubbing on her thigh.

Suddenly Jen broke free and ran to another room as Annie carried on her oral manipulations of Tina's netherland. Returning with a strap on wrapped around her waist and clothes pegs in her hand, she pulled her sister off Annie and made her bend over the couch.

"I think this initiation needs to go the next level, don't you Annie?"

"Oh absolutely!" Annie chuckled as Tina whimper softly and looked back with real fear in her eyes.

"What are you going to do with me . . . with that?"

"Why, we're going to take turns fucking you sis . . . isn't that what you always wanted?"

"I . . .I . . .I don't know . . . maybe . . .but," yet before Tina could finish her thought, she found her sister had clipped the clothes pegs onto her large, protruding nipples and being held down by Annie before Jen pushed the head of the dildo into her vagina.

"Uuuuu . . . . ooooooo . . . . that's amazing!" Tina cried out.

"Amazing? We haven't even started!" Jen laughed and thrust the entire length of the artificial phallus inside her sister's beaver hole.

"Aaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!" Annie pulled Tina's head up and planted a sloppy kiss on her mouth, pushing her tongue inside to play with Tina's tongue, Annie's hands caressing and feeling all over Tina's body as she urged Jen on in her exploits.

"Fuck her harder, Jenny, you know you can!" Annie growled with aggression, pushing Tina up enough to slap at her sore tits.

"Ouch, no, that hurts!" Tina cried with tears welling up in her eyes.

"Oh sorry, little baby, I just wanted to show you I care," Annie cooed into Tina's ear than nibbled her earlobe and gently bit her Tina's lower lip.

"No pain, no gain I always say!" Jen shouted, ignoring Tina's pleas, retracting than trusting the dildo deeper and harder than before; soon building up speed with each thrusting move.

"Uh . . .uh . . . .uh . . . uh" was Tina's response.

"Now your other hole, sugar!" and before Tina could protest, her bigger sister pressed the dripping dildo head into her anal entry and gradually jammed the dildo inside it to its fullest.

"OH SHIT, OH SHIT, OH, OH, I . . .OH . . . I have never been fucked there before, it is soooo . . ." her voice trailed off as she was carried away with that strange mix of pleasure and pain such penetration can afford a recipient.

"Just my little revenge for stealing my girl friend, cunt! You always have been a little flirt round my boy friends and here you are with my girl friend too, whore!" Jen rammed the dildo as hard and deeply inside Tina's anus, drawing a gurgling screech from Tina who collapsed over the couch.

"He he, my turn lover!" Annie got up to take the dildo, but not before kneeling before Jen to lick it off, while also fingering her old friend.

"Mmmmm she taste good, Annie?"

"Why don't you try it?"

"I think I might," but rather than taking a taste from the dildo, Jen kneeled behind her sister and lavished her anus and cunt with kisses and voracious laps with her tongue. Annie unbuckled the strap on and placed it on her own hips whereupon she thrust it into Jen's pussy while she waited for Tina's to be free.

"Damn, girl, you really know how to make me cum!" Jen moaned in between Tina's cheeks.

"Ya, but now it's time to get out of the way and let me at her!" Annie commanded, pushing Jen aside Annie repeated the assault on Tina that her big sister had previously done. Tina was enraptured while also exhausted - not to mention very sore!

"I want a turn on you two too!" Tina pouted until Annie and Jen relented, receiving the same phallic treatment in their own two lower entry points; until each collapsed in a heap of ecstasy.

Finally, Annie and Jen lay Tina gently flat on the couch, with Jen sitting lusciously over her sister's face and Annie face down in Tina's honey pot with her own ass pushed up toward Jen who leaned in to taste her singularly fine honey. The three women engaged in their own rendition of a daisy chain for several minutes afterward, switching positions every now and then, until they final climaxed and fell into one another's arms.

As they lay cuddling and caressing one another, Annie turned to Tina and kissed her softly on the lips "You glad you tried this darling?"

Tina just smiled and kissed her and her sister deeply and lay down onto one of Annie's breasts to sleep.

"Silly bitch, I don't think she ever realized she was tasting me on your mouth when she first came in!" Annie shook her head at her younger sister's lack of discernment.

"No, but I sure knew it when I tasted you on her mouth," Annie giggled and kissed Jen before laying Jen down on her other breast to sleep.