0 comments/ 57539 views/ 25 favorites Basement Parties Ch. 01 By: LorenzoAbajos The basement is where we have our games room. It has the pool table and a juke box. There are two old-fashioned pinball machines too. My husband found them and got them working. Also, there's a large screen television, where we can play DVDs or watch stuff on the internet. It's a fun place for my son and his friends. At least it used to be. They've all gone off to college now. James, my son, comes to visit on holidays, and when classes are not in session. He's even taking courses during the summer. I haven't worked since I was just out of college, some twenty years ago. I'm just a forty-five year old housewife now. The typical stay at home mother and wife. And it gets so lonely around here with James gone. My husband was made a vice-president in his financial firm, and he's begun making lots of trips out of town. I get left alone more and more now. Since I have the whole basement to myself I've become a little naughty. My husband isn't around enough to please me anymore, so I've started to collect a few sexy toys. I find they make the time pass, and make me more than happy. And along with the toys I've started a collection of sensual movies. I keep the movies and the toys in a cabinet down in the games room, close to the big screen TV. It has a lock, but I lost the key months ago which is not terribly important now. I can enjoy watching, and satisfy myself, both at the same time. My movies tend to be about women making love to other women, or giving blow jobs to men. I guess I've always been a little oral in my urges and proclivities.Another thing I enjoy watching is men and women bringing themselves to fulfillment. I mean masturbating, of course. With their hands or their toys, I like seeing both. I'm usually using one of my toys as I watch...Either a dildo or a vibrator. I have more complicated sex toys, but I usually grab something simple when I'm feeling randy and want to get off quickly. So anyway, James was back for the Thanksgiving break, and he brought his room mate from the dormitory home with him. I understood that Ted lived across the country, and didn't really want to spend a lot of money to fly home. We were only three hours away from the university, so James brought Ted home with him. I didn't mind in the least. My husband was home for dinner on Thanksgiving Thursday, but was going to leave for the weekend for a seminar. It was fun having James and Ted there, along with my husband. I enjoyed entertaining, and not being alone. I had become accustomed to being there in the house by myself. And I was really into giving myself sexual pleasure now. I knew I had to be careful with the boys in the house, but I was still horny. That's how I was then. Well, on Friday after the holiday, the boys played games in the basement, and I watched some programs on TV just to be with them. But they grew tired after a few hours, and went off to bed. I was in the middle of a movie, so I said goodnight, and they went on upstairs. The movie ended after an hour. It was just after one o'clock in the morning. I wasn't too sleepy. I was also feeling frisky. I had rather enjoyed seeing James' friend, Ted. He was quite attractive. So I put on a naughty movie about two lesbians playing together, and I got out a vibrator to play with myself. I was wearing pajamas covered by a robe. I just discarded them. I hadn't been wearing anything underneath the PJs. I was naked and I felt great. The boys were asleep by then, I was certain. My nipples were getting hard as I watched the two women eating each other. My vibrator was doing its work. I'd had two orgasms already, when I heard something over on the stairs. I quickly grabbed my robe from the couch beside me, and put it on as I rose. Walking over to the staircase I found Ted just getting up, as if to leave. He was cramming his penis into his undershorts. That's all he was wearing. "Stay right there, young man. What're you doing? I mean, how long were you there? Why're you downstairs, Ted?" "Mrs. Ferguson. I'm sorry. Really. Can we just forget this? James'll be really pissed. I'm sorry, ma'am" "Just tell me what you're up to. Come on. Out with it, Ted." "I wasn't up to anything, Mrs. Ferguson. I was downstairs for some water and I heard something down here. I just came down to see what was going on. I'm sorry. I really am." My nipples were still hard. My pussy was still tingling from the vibrator, and I was still aroused. I don't know if that was wrong or not. I didn't really think about it. What I did think about was that penis I'd seen him putting back in his shorts. "I won't tell James anything if you don't. But you have to do something for me. Okay? Come on down here, Ted." He stood up, and I could see his prick was now soft. He'd been scared. But as I took his hand I could see his pants beginning to tent out. He wasn't frightened anymore. We walked over to the couch and I had him sit down. Then, I took off the robe again. His eyes were glued to my breasts, of course. They were nice, if I say so myself. Not huge, but soft and round. And the nipples were hard. I'm a blond and my nipples are pale pink. They're incredibly sensitive when I'm aroused. "I see you like titties, Ted. Do you like pussy too? Is mine pretty? I keep it waxed for myself. But I bet you like a clean pussy too, don't you Ted? You can touch it. Go ahead, touch me, sweetie." His hands reached out and began touching my pussy. His thumb rubbed my clit. I wondered if he'd done this before. Maybe he'd just watched porn films. His other hand was putting a finger in my slit. It was so wet and his fingers just slipped right in and began moving in and out, finger fucking my cunt. Nice. I moved forward. I wanted something else. "That's good, Ted. I like it. But I want something else. You know what I want, don't you Ted? It looks nice, doesn't it? Would you like to taste me, Ted? Go on. Taste my pussy." His hands now moved to my ass and he squeezed my cheeks as his mouth went to my pussy. Oh, it was ready. His tongue went right to my clit and licked it like a popsicle. I was creaming so much. I grabbed his head and began fucking his face with my cunt. My juicy pussy was getting what it had needed for so long. "You're a good boy, Ted. Jesus, that's so fucking good. Eat it baby. Eat that pussy." He was enthusiastic, I will say that. My head was thrown back as I kept creaming juices for him to lick up. I was moaning with passion. My hands began squeezing my tits and then pinching the nipples, and I kept coming. At last my legs were about to give out. I'd got what I'd needed for months. I pushed Ted away. "That's enough, dear boy. Very good, Ted. You're a nice lover. Very sweet. But that's enough for now. I tell you what, you come down here tomorrow night about the same time. I'll have something for you. Okay?" I could tell he was disappointed. He hadn't got his cookies off. And his prick was hard, I could see that. He was rubbing it now. But I leaned down, gave him a peck on the cheek, and pushed him towards the stairs. He reluctantly walked away looking at me with puppy eyes. "You promise, Mrs. Ferguson? Damn, I need to get off. Sorry, but I do." "Just be here, again, and I'll give you something you'll remember a long time. Go on and get to sleep now." As he climbed the stairs I gathered my things. I was going to have to take a shower to wash off the sex odors, but that could wait for the morning. I was satisfied, but very tired. I went up to bed. The day passed so quickly. I looked forward to a little fun that night with my new living toy. My son James looked at me curiously when I kept smiling all day, but I just told him I was glad he was home. I gave Ted a secret smile and patted him on the butt more than once. I could see him working at hiding an erection several times during the day. We had breakfast and the young ones went out most of the day. They got home around four and we had dinner. The day had passed, and again the boys spent the evening in the basement. Both of them enjoyed the pinball machines. This night I was playing with them a few times. I was pretty good at pool. Not as good as James, but I was having fun. Then, after I tired of games I watched another movie, waiting for the young men to finally go up to bed. I knew that I would be seeing Ted as soon as he knew that James was asleep. That was about an hour after they had gone upstairs. I was dozing off when I felt someone touching my shoulder. I looked up and smiled at Ted, expectantly waiting for his reward for being such a great little lover earlier. Swiftly doffing my clothing I waited there on the sofa as he stripped his undershorts off. His prick was hard and I took it in my hand. I smiled and kissed it with my lipsticked lips. I wanted to brand him with my crimson lip coloring. "Ah, Mrs. Ferguson...that's so good. I was hoping you'd do that. I waited for this all day, ma'am." I didn't say anything. I just pressed my fingers tightly around that prick with my right hand. Then I grabbed his nuts with the other hand and stretched them as I squeezed them. He groaned as I began stroking the length of his cock. I licked the pre-cum he was leaking out for me. It tasted salty and lovely. I do enjoy sucking cock. As I said, I'm an oral kind of woman. I had a dildo that I was now inserting into my pussy with one hand, as I held his prick and sucked on it. I was nibbling on the head of his cock as he groaned and tried to force more meat into my mouth. But I was controlling this. I was the MILF, and I was going to make sure I did only what I wanted. So I bit his cock and then laughed as he jumped. "Don't get too forceful there, Ted. I'm going to blow you, but I'll do it baby. Just relax and let me make you come like you never have before." "Yes ma'am. It's great. You do it, Mrs. Ferguson." With that I started to really take his prick into my mouth and throat, fucking his cock orally. And he enjoyed it the way I knew he would. My pussy was coming as I fucked myself with my toy. I had to remember that I was giving a blow job as I felt my orgasms sweeping through my body. I was trembling with sexual ecstasy, but I kept sucking hard on the prick. I could hear him panting as he got closer to coming. I was going to take all of his spunk. I liked it. I would stop and lick his cock, then begin taking it all into my mouth, getting it wet with my drool, and sucking it until it turned bright purple. He kept moaning more loudly until I had worked him up to point he could not longer hold back. Streams of come shot out. My mouth was wide and he gave me lots of cream to fill up on. I smiled up at him as I swallowed it all. If he was like most men he was finished for the night now that he had got rid of his come. He was a little wobbly legged, I could tell. He sat down next to me on the couch. I continued fucking my pussy with the dildo I had started with earlier. I wanted to come as much as I could while I had a real man here with me. It was more exciting that way. "If you want to lie down here, I'd like to help you with that Mrs. Ferguson. It's fun watching you come, you know that?" "Ahh... that's sweet Ted. You suck my titties baby. Suck them while I fuck myself. Ah, I keep coming." I was stretched out now on the couch with my knees up and my legs spread apart. The dildo was doing its job, making me happy, and Ted made me even happier by squeezing my tits, sucking the nipples, and just caressing my body. I think the youngster was trying to memorize my whole body, to remember this night. At last I was completely used up. My body couldn't take anymore. I pushed Ted away and smiled at him, so he wouldn't think I was rejecting him. He was a sweet young man. This had been just what I had needed for a long time. "Was it good, Mrs. Ferguson? I've only been with my girlfriend and she only lets me touch her tits a little. We kiss a lot, but she doesn't like to touch my cock. I guess I'm not too good at this, am I? I liked it a lot, ma'am. I hope you did too." "Ted, you were fine little man. You'll be even better someday. In fact, if you come back with James again, we might even get into something even naughtier. But for now, get up to bed, and keep this to yourself. Understood? If you want to do this again someday you'll keep secrets." "I will Mrs. Ferguson. You're the best. Goodnight. And thanks, ma'am." I just pushed him away and he put on his undershorts and crept quietly upstairs. I relaxed on the couch for awhile. Then I followed him up the stairs and to my room. It had been a pleasant visit. I'd hate to say goodbye when they left during the day. I had a feeling that I would definitely see Ted again. Basement Parties Ch. 02 It had certainly given me ideas. The fact that I had this basement full of toys and games that young men liked. It seemed to me that I should make use of it. After all, I was now a true MILF. I'd given pleasure to a young friend of my son's. He'd left here that weekend rather happy. Wanting more, of course, but happy. I'm Wanda Ferguson. My husband is busy all the time now. He thinks he's successful. And I suppose he is, in some ways. But he's not getting this choice pussy of mine. I know it's good. It's great when I play with it and fuck it with my toys. And it was great when Ted licked it for me. I know he liked it, as well as my luscious breasts. I'm a great MILF. That's why I decided to enjoy being a MILF. It was interesting to me that I loved watching two girls having fun together. I mean in porn movies, of course. I hadn't done anything like that myself. But I really got off when I was using my vibrators and watching girls eating each other, and sometimes fucking each other, too. I had begun to think I might be bisexual. Because I still loved cock. Don't get me wrong. So I decided it was time to do something about it. To hell with always just playing with myself. There were plenty of young things in this town that would love making love to me. I knew that. I believed it, and I was going to find out. My first thought was of some of my son's old friends from high school. They had all graduated and were now in college, or had decided to stay here in town. We had a vocational/technical school. It was perfect for young men who wanted to work with their hands. I sort of liked the idea of men who could use their hands. You know? James had a good friend in high school, named Victor, who was still here. I knew his family well. His mother was a dear friend. My husband was out of town for one of his conferences. He would be gone for a week. I called Victor the next Saturday. I was going to ask him to help me with one of our pinball machines. One of the flippers was sticking. It wasn't important, but it would get him over here. He was still living with his parents so I called there. "Hello." "Hi, Marge? This is Wanda. Could I speak to Vic, please? I have a little problem he might be able to fix for me." "Of course, dear. Just a sec. He's right here." "Yeah? Mrs. Ferguson?" "Hi Victor. I'm sorry to bother you, but would you be able to come over and look at something in our basement? One of the pinball machines is messed up." "Oh, sure. Yeah, I'll come over in about an hour. Okay?" "Perfect, dear. I'll see you then. Bye." It was summer. James, my son, was at college in summer session. His father was gone for days. I was alone. I dressed up in a little summer dress. I didn't bother to put on a bra or panties. This was going to be fun, or my name wasn't Wanda. Anyway, I heard the doorbell ringing just an hour later and when I answered it there was Vic. He was dressed in shorts and a tee shirt, along with flip-flops. "Hi Vic. Come on downstairs to the basement. You've played these pinballs plenty of times. I know you can fix it. I mean, you're a mechanic now, right?" "Well, Mrs. Ferguson, I'm not really a mechanic yet. I've got a year done now, and I should be able to get a job working on cars in another year or so. So, I guess I'm a kind of mechanic, yeah." We descended the stairs to the basement. It had a full screen television on one wall, with a sofa and several chairs scattered around. Also, a pool table, and the two pinball machines. We walked over to the one I wanted him to look at. He had brought a tool box with him, in anticipation of what he might need. He sat his tool box down and I went to a chair nearby. I sat down and crossed my legs. I had nice legs. I had nice everything, to be honest, and I always was. Anyway, Vic started getting the machine open with some screwdrivers, and would look over at me as we chatted. He was looking at my legs. Finally, I uncrossed them and just let my skirt ride up. I knew he was getting a shot of my shaved pussy. At last he finished his work. He turned on the machine, which had been unplugged, and tried it out. I stood up and came over beside him. I could see his prick was hard in his shorts, as he flipped the flippers. At last he tilted it and the game ended. I reached down and stroked his cock. "Jesus, Mrs. Ferguson, what the hell! What would James think?" "Silly boy. Who's going to tell James anything. Besides, he's not in charge of me. No one is anymore. I can enjoy anything I please now. I want to enjoy you Vic. Is that a problem, baby?" "Ah, fuck, Mrs. Ferguson. God, you're so fucking hot." "Call me Wanda. Now kiss me. And mean it, you little mother fucker." And he did, making me feel twenty years younger, as his tongue began exploring my mouth. And I returned the favor, as I rubbed his prick, and his hands went automatically to my breasts. Men always loved my tits. As we were making out I moved him over to the sofa. We both sank onto the sofa as we continued kissing, and fondling each others bodies. I found that he was not wearing underwear. The little pervert had been thinking about me already, I could tell. That was perfect, as I stroked that long, hard shaft, poking out of the leg of his shorts. His hand had sought out my pussy, pushing my sundress out of the way, and sinking fingers into my wet cunt. "I want to fuck you Wanda. Please, let's fuck. I'm so fucking hard!" "You get the pussy to fuck after you eat it, little perv. Those are the rules around here. Momma gets her pussy eaten before anything else happens. Want some pussy, baby? Get your fucking clothes off and eat my wet pussy." We both stripped off the little we were wearing, and I lay back on the sofa with my legs spread widely. Vic was on his knees, and he jacked his cock as he lowered his mouth to start licking my pussy. He was smart enough to begin with the clit, and it caused me to have a nice, little orgasm. It also caused the cream to start flowing. His lips and tongue were tasting my flavors. My hands were massaging my breasts. I did love touching myself, and feeling the hard nipples. I pinched and pulled on them as Vic continued ramming his tongue into my juicy cunny. It was causing me to tremble as orgasms ran through my body. It was good being a woman who could keep coming over and over. Vic was still jerking off his cock. I could see that as I glanced down occasionally between climaxes. He was young and I knew he would be ready to shoot his spunk soon. I had enjoyed his pussy eating, and now I wanted to please him in the same way. I was a nice person, you know. I lifted his head away from my pussy. "That was perfect, Vic. Just fine. Now momma's going to suck your cock for you. Would you like that, dear?" "Ah, fuck yeah, Wanda. God, please suck it ma'am. I'm ready." With that I leaned forward and praised him for his good work by doing a great job on his prick. The head was purple and I took it into my mouth and chewed on it as he started groaning. My fingers on one hand were fondling his balls, while the other hand was pressing a finger into his bung hole. I know men like that a lot. He was sweet enough to be squeezing my breasts at the same time. Vic was a good boy. My tongue was wet with drool. I loved sucking cock. I was running it up and down his hard dick, and then bobbing my head while my mouth was wrapped about his prick. I knew he wouldn't last long. They seldom do when I blow them. I rammed a finger into his ass hole, sucked hard on his cock, and took the stream of come he shot out. It filled my mouth, and I swallowed all I could. "Ah, Wanda. God, it's so fucking good. Ah, suck it, suck it. Damn, you're so fucking fine, lady." I kept stroking his prick as I milked out every last drop. I had been coming myself, and the sofa was soaked with my fragrant fluids. I moved away from his cock, stood up, forced him down onto his knees, and pushed my cunt into his face again. I needed a little more of that mouth on my pussy. It was good. He gobbled up my juicy fluids and I caressed his hair. "That's a good boy. Well done, baby." He rose and kissed me. "You're so fucking fine, Mrs. Ferguson. I mean, Wanda. When can I do this again? I never met anyone like you before, ma'am. I really want to fuck you. Is that bad? I mean, god, we did all this. I'd love to fuck you Wanda." "Tell you what, baby. Are you still dating Kirsty?" "Yeah, sure. We're gonna get married some day, I think." "You bring her over with you next time. Okay? Understand, baby? Bring your girlfriend with you, and you can fuck my pussy." "For real Wanda? I don't know. I don't know what she'd think. I don't know what she'd do." "Leave that to me, lover. Wanda will take care of it. You two come over tomorrow, Sunday, for lunch. Tell your mom I'm making something special for you, to thank you for fixing the pinball. Okay, sweetie? Bring Kirsty with you and we'll have so much fun you'll never forget it. Trust me, baby." He agreed, of course. Who wouldn't? Off he went to think about getting some of my pussy. And I was planning the little lunch party for him and Kirsty, for tomorrow. It would be fun, of that I was sure. I slept quite well that night, even if I was alone. But I knew that Sunday would be a good day. It would be the first day I would have ever made love to a girl. I knew it would work out. I just knew it. Kirsty was as old as Vic. Both were nineteen now and they had been together for two years, at least. They must have a good relationship. She must trust him. That was all to the good. They both arrived at one o'clock for lunch. I could see that Kirsty was a little hesitant. I suppose she had been wondering why they were coming over to my place. She hadn't been here since James left for college. But I remembered her. She was a lovely little thing, with curly, brown hair. Her body was rounded and she had soft flesh on her. She was not skinny. But she was a cute, charming girl. She was even tastier looking now. I had been seduced when I was younger, several times. It had actually been pleasant, because I always knew I could say no. I was never really forced to have sex. I had concluded last night, while I was thinking about this lunch date, that I would seduce Kirsty. I would not force her. I would just find out if she was interested in girls, or not. Perhaps she had never considered it. I was going to give her a reason to think about it, seriously. They came into the house, and I led them to the basement stairs. The basement was my lucky place. We had a table and chairs down there for casual dining. Today I had brought the lunch down there. These two young people knew this basement, so they weren't really surprised. Downstairs we all sat down on the sofa. Kirsty was in the middle. I was serving a cold lunch so there was no hurry to eat. We chatted as I thanked Vic for fixing the pinball. And I found out what Kirsty have been up to since graduation. The two of them were full of plans for the future. Kirsty had been working and saving money for when they got married. I was close beside her as she chattered. I held her hand, which was warm, and smiled along with her as she talked about herself and Vic. "You two are perfect together. You know you're the prettiest little girl around here. Vic is lucky to have you, Kirsty." "I don't know about that, Mrs. Ferguson. I love him and I know he loves me." "You young people need to call me Wanda now. You're adults. We're all adults here." I took her hand up to my lips and I kissed it. She smiled tentatively, then more broadly. "Thanks Wanda. It's very sweet to have us over like this." "It's my pleasure. Let's go ahead and have lunch." We rose and sat down at the card table with its cold cuts, bread and salads. Again, Kirsty was between the two of us. We served ourselves and began eating, and as we did I was touching her, on the shoulders, and on the legs. I kept smiling, and her smile back was encouraging. Finally, I leaned over and gave her a kiss on the lips. "That's for being so sweet. I think I could just eat you up, sweetie." She blushed bright red, and then Vic leaned and kissed her too. Right on cue. She returned it, of course. His hand went to her leg also and he was rubbing it, as I was rubbing the other. She broke off his kiss and glanced at the two of us, back and forth. I leaned in and kissed her again. I was getting creamy as I gave her some tongue. I knew it was going to happen when her tongue pushed into my mouth. My left hand went up her leg to her crotch, as my other hand held her curly haired head. I kissed her harder and pressed her pussy through her panties. She moaned. I stood up and took her hand. Walking over to the sofa, I kissed her softly again, as a woman kisses another woman. Then I sat us both down on the sofa, as Vic followed. I began kissing her softly, and then more forcefully, licking her lips, and nipping them gently with my hands on her curly head. I was ecstatic when I felt one of her hands slowly rubbing my breast. As that happened Vic was sitting on the other side of her. His hands were busy on his girlfriend's tits and pussy. He was getting her hot and ready for me. At last I arose and stripped off my dress. I was naked underneath. I helped Kirsty remove her things, including her blouse, skirt, bra and panties. I could smell her aromatic pussy juices, and see how wet she was. She was still blushing bright red, but it was charming. Vic was naked too, as quickly as us. His cock was jutting out, hard and ready to fuck something. I pushed little Kirsty back down against the arm of the sofa, and got between her legs. I wanted to lick my first pussy. I was so looking forward to it. I kissed her lips first, and then started the slow descent down her soft, rounded body. I was tasting all of her delicious femaleness. I sucked on each breast, making them turn crimson, and moved to her navel. My tongue tickled it, and then I was at the clitoris. While I had been making love to little Kirsty, Vic had been behind me, licking my pussy and pucker. He knew how to please a lady. And he remembered my promise. He could fuck me if he brought Kirsty over. She was here, getting the works from me, so he wanted his pussy too. I could feel his hardness slowly entering my pussy, and I leaned back to get more, as I moved down to suck on some tasty pussy. Kirsty was starting to howl now. She had never had another woman eat her cunt. This was new, and she was certainly enjoying it. She hadn't known what she was missing. I hadn't either, but I was making up for lost time. I was savoring the cream she was feeding me. Such a precious little pussy. It still had its hair, but it was sweet. Mine was hairless, and Vic was ramming his hard cock into it. I was coming continually now, and I think Kirsty was too. Of course Vic could never last as long as the ladies. We were still coming when he let go all of his spunk, filling my pussy. He kept humping for at least ten or twenty more thrusts, giving my cunt more of his seed, until he was through. I was relishing my grand climax, as his come filled me, and screamed with the raw pleasure of taking young cock. He pulled out, and I felt come leaking down my thighs. I laid down on Kirsty, feeling her little titties pressing against mine, and I kissed her. "Oh, my, god. Omigod. I came so hard Vic. I came so hard Mrs. Ferguson. God. It was so fucking good." "Umm. Yes. Perfect little girl. You're absolutely perfect. My first girl, and you're perfect. Vic, that was some good fucking baby. Momma liked it a lot." "Me too, Wanda. This has been the best day ever. Except when I met you Kirsty, of course." That was when I realized that this basement was the best thing that had ever happened to me. I was really going to enjoy it more and more. Something told me that it would see lots more action. And I would be in the middle of it all. Basement Parties Ch. 03 This was turning out to be the best year of my life. I mean, I loved giving birth and raising my son. But for sex, this was the best. My husband had been a decent lover, I will admit that. But he could have been better. And he certainly was ignoring me most of the time now. So making my own sex life happy had produced a lovely time for me. And my basement was my new love paradise. I had so much fun with Vic, and his girlfriend, Kirsty. I was Kirsty's first woman. I knew I would not be her last. And Vic certainly had fun with his MILF. I was a hot woman and I knew it. After our lunch party was over the two young people, both almost twenty now, were so sweet to me. Each one gave me a kiss goodbye, and they both meant it. Kirsty especially was appreciative that I had brought out the girl lover in her. She kept saying no one had loved her pussy as I had. It was a tasty little thing. I whispered in her ear to call me if she got lonely for lady love. She giggled, and glanced at Vic. Then things returned to normal for awhile. I was just keeping house as my husband worked. It was very quiet at home with my son away at college. When my husband was not attending conferences or seminars he was working here, and when he came home we had a quiet life. He even would make love to me, almost once a week, if he didn't forget. I didn't depend upon it. I hoped other things would come up. One afternoon I was down in the basement watching some sexy movies. I did so enjoy watching naughty films now. I did it everyday, while I was home alone. I kept all of my sex toys in a cabinet there in the basement. It was now a recreation room for sex, as well as regular games. The doorbell rang as I was rubbing a vibrator on my wet pussy, watching two ladies tribbing on the screen. I was now always naked around my house, as soon as my husband left for the day. And when he was out of town I was nude all of the time, except when I went out on errands. So I went upstairs with my pussy still wet, and no clothes on. Next to the front door I had a robe hanging. I couldn't answer the door without clothes. It might get back to hubby. He didn't need to know anything about my love life at all. Opening the door I saw Kirsty. She had another girl with her. She was pretty, with long, red hair, and smiling at me. "Hello, Mrs. Ferguson," said Kirsty. "Wanda, dear." "Yeah. I mean Wanda. Hi. So I just got off work with Trina. She's my best friend. We graduated together. And we were talking, and anyway, could we come in Wanda?" "You know you can come by any time sweetie. Hi Trina. I remember you. You come in too. What are you two ladies up to today?" We had gone into the front room and sat down. I was waiting expectantly. This was looking very hopeful. Wouldn't you think so too? "So Wanda, it's kind of embarrassing, but Vic and I had so much fun the other day. And Trina is my best friend. And I hope you aren't mad at me, but I told her what happened. And she's kind of interested, you know, Wanda?" "Just a second Kirsty. Tell me Trina, just what makes you so interested dear?" "Oh, gee, Mrs. Ferguson. It's funny, but I've always wondered about this kind of thing. I mean, you know, where women do things together. Kirsty is my best friend. I love her. I just told her today I thought it would be cool to do things, you know, after she told me what happened with you. So anyway, we came over. Is that alright?" Both girls had been blushing bright red since they appeared at my doorstep. And both were making me one horny MILF. I was still wet, and getting wetter, just thinking of my good luck today. I stood up and dropped the robe. I walked over to the two girls and took a hand of each of them. They stood up, and we slowly walked towards the basement stairs. They were giggling, but that was charming. Soon they wouldn't be giggling. They would be moaning with sexual pleasure. God, I was so moist. When we got to the basement I sat on the sofa. The girls started to sit too, but I stopped them. "Wait, both of you. We're going to play now. This is going to be lots of fun. I promise you that. Kirsty, you know this'll be fun. Trina, you'll learn. I want you both to do something for me, okay? I want you to act like you're strippers and you're trying to please me in a club. Alright, go on, make me happy ladies." With that I began touching my breasts, and getting the nipples hard, and caressing my pussy, as I watched my little show. The girls were hesitant, but slowly they started to get into the right mood. They were looking at each other, but Kirsty took off bracelets and dropped them. Trina followed suit, with a little smile, and then began unbuttoning her white blouse. Kirsty playfully took her skirt down off her round ass, and grinned at Trina. "Perfect ladies. Keep it up. Oh my, you're making me very happy, you know that girls?" They smiled at me and began dropping more clothes, tossing them about the room. They were into the stripper routine. Their bras came off at the same time. I saw Kirsty's nice, soft breasts, with her brown nipples standing up. Then I looked at Trina's perky little titties, with the pink nipples, and my mouth was watering. I was in heaven. Both pairs of panties dropped down around their ankles. As they kicked the panties aside I could see that Kirsty had waxed her pussy since last time. She was following my example. That was so sweet. Trina had shaved her pussy so that a little tuft of curly hairs was at the top. It was as if she wanted attention drawn to her clit. I would certainly give it some attention. "Come here, both of you. I want to kiss your pussy Kirsty. And yours, Trina. Come to momma." Each girl was now completely naked, and I could see, this close, that each little pussy was wet. And their pussy lips were swollen, waiting for someone to make love to them. I was happy to oblige. My own cunt was ready for some licking of its own. I put my hands on Trina's tight ass and drew her closer to my face. I kissed her clit, and she sighed. Then I licked it, and she moaned. I put my mouth on her pussy and licked and sucked it. She pressed it harder into my face. This little girl was into this, I could tell. I wondered if I was the first. It was Kirsty's turn. She had been caressing my blond hair as I kissed Trina's pussy. Now I moved to hers and she quickly grabbed my hair with both hands, wanting me to really suck her cunt for her. I did. The little tart was getting my full attention right now. I sucked her as she squealed and begged for more. I tasted her sweet honey and made her climax intensely. That was fun. We were going to get serious. I now had an air mattress over in the corner, leaning against a wall. It had seemed like a good idea to get it and put it down here. Now I was glad I had. I got up and went to get it, placing it in the center of the floor. I motioned the girls to come over and they did, eagerly. When I had placed myself on the mattress they followed suit. "This is going to be lots of fun, ladies. Trina, you seem new at this so I want you to eat your friend's pussy. Kirsty, you get to make love to me. I'll make Trina happy. Good? I want some cunt girls. Come on, eat me, Kirsty!" I didn't know if this would work or not. But I wanted to try. I was spreading the lips of Trina's cunt and ramming my tongue into her, acting like I was fucking it. As I did so I felt Kirsty's lips kissing my pussy and then getting more aggressive, sticking fingers into my cunt, and making me come even more. I could hear her moaning as she did it, and I knew that Trina was pleasing her dear friend. We were all pleasing each other, eating pussy, and making love. For women, this could last a long time. We could come for hours on end if the occasion arose. It was good being a woman. I could tell my new little friends agreed with me. They were such good lovers, and such quick learners. I was coming so much now that I was almost ready to faint. Kirsty was a perfect little cunt lapper. I hoped she was being pleased as much as I was. I'm sure she was. It was a surprise to me, as I finger fucked little Trina, when she squirted from her pussy. Such fun and so fucking sexy. I bet it surprised even her. "Did you know you were a squirter Trina? Little minx, you're a pleasure for sure." "Ahh!" She was panting, and finally caught her breath. "No Wanda...I didn't know. I hope that isn't bad. God, I didn't even tell Kirsty. I'm a virgin. I've never done anything with anyone before!" I stopped making love. All three of us did. We had pleased each other and now something unusual had come up. It was important for each girl that the first time making love be special. I was going to make certain it was for Trina. I hugged her, and Kirsty hugged us both. "So tell Wanda, baby. Have you even touched yourself? Or has anyone else touched you, Trina?" "Oh, I've touched down there, and my breasts a little. But I was taught it was bad. And I never really liked boys. Does that mean I'm bad? It's all so confusing. I was having so much fun here with you two. Is that bad? I don't know anything really." "Trina. It's really so simple doll. When you're having sex anything is good as long as no one is being forced. And as long as everyone is an adult. Understand, baby? This is all fine. It's all fine, as long as you're having fun. And you only have to have fun the way you want to. Right? There you go, baby." "Then I guess I want to have fun this way all the time. I don't like boys. I mean, I like Vic, Kirsty. But I don't want a boy touching me. It makes me feel sick to think of it. I guess I'll always be a virgin." "Trina, you don't have to stay a virgin, girl. You're so naive. Two women can do almost everything that men can do. Didn't you know that? About the only thing women can't do is suck each other's cock. But I suppose you wouldn't want to do that anyway, would you." "Ugh, no way, Wanda. But I do love touching my pussy. I don't know. How would I ever lose my virginity if I don't want a man to, you know, fuck me?" "Young lady, you don't have to worry about anything. Momma has all the answers. Kirsty. Is Trina really your best friend? Do you love her, as a friend? What do you think. Do you want to take her virginity? Would you let her, Trina?" I had completely astonished both of them. They hadn't expected this turn of events. But I was serious. I had a strap on in my cabinet now. Little Kirsty could fuck Trina, and I could watch. And we could all enjoy our basement party. I went over and opened the door to the cabinet. There was the strap on, along with all of my other toys. I picked it up and walked back to Kirsty. "Here, Kirsty. Put this on. You friend Trina is going to get fucked for the first time. And you're going to do it." It was exciting to see Kirsty grab the strap on and quickly try to put it on. I finally helped her, spreading lots of lubricant on it, while Trina was sitting back on her knees on the air mattress, with a worried look on her face. I leaned down and kissed her, caressing her red hair, and she responded. Then I knelt down and I put her on her hands and knees. I thought it would be easier for Kirsty to fuck her from behind this first time. Trina could spread her legs widely, and open up that fresh pussy for a grand, first time fuck. I motioned for Kirsty to get down on her knees behind Trina, and begin slowly fucking her friend. I was still kissing Trina as the dildo entered her cunt, and she moaned. Gently Kirsty moved her hips, forcing the fake cock into that virgin pussy, and Trina moaned louder. "Fuck, Kirsty. Ah, so fucking good. Harder, please, deeper. I can feel it so good." Kirsty had come up against Trina's hymen, so I motioned for her to force her way in. She did, and Trina squealed. But almost at once Kirsty was fucking her deeper and Trina was panting and begging for more fucking. She got it. All the while my own vibrator was working on my pussy as I watched and had orgasm after orgasm. I loved watching two women making love. "Baby, you're not a virgin any more! Fuck her Kirsty. Damn, that's good fucking girls. So sweet. Fuck her babe, fuck that cunt." I kept coming too, until both girls collapsed down onto the air mattress, with the strap on still embedded in Trina's pussy. After awhile they separated. Kirsty pulled the dildo out and Trina rolled over on her back. Both of us began to kiss her and caress her, letting her know this had been perfect. I hope it had been. Her first fuck should always be a treasured memory for a girl. Trina kissed me and she kissed Kirsty, so I knew it had been good. After we had all rested awhile I got up and they joined me. "Come on upstairs, ladies. We're going to have some ice cream and relax. Oh, don't bother with the clothes, girls. This is a naked household now." I laughed as we all went upstairs and had some nice ice cream to top off the day. I wasn't completely finished yet, but I wanted them to rest up. I still had some fun I wanted to have. "This was perfect...Wanda. I want to thank you for being so good to me. I know I'm just a silly girl, but you were great, really." "This is a house of love, Trina. You girls can come here anytime. Vic can come here too, if Kirsty doesn't mind. And I will always try to make it a pleasant experience for everyone. Speaking of that, Kirsty, I have some fun I'd like to have, if you don't mind." "I think you're the best, Wanda. I don't think I'd like anything more than making you happy. What're we going to do now?" "Let's go back to the party place, ladies. Wanda wants to play with Kirsty, and I want Trina to watch and learn." With that we left the bowls and spoons on the kitchen table and went downstairs, again. I couldn't help caressing their sweet bottoms as we walked, and they wiggled them with pleasure. "Kirsty, you get on the mattress, on your elbows and knees this time. Trina you get behind me in a minute. I'm going to put on the strap on now. Kirsty, I promise you'll love this. But if you don't, just say no. You can always do that around here. Okay, baby?" "Yes Wanda. I'm ready." I was now on my knees behind Kirsty. The strap on was ready, as I leaned in and licked her pussy, which was beginning to drip fragrant fluids for me. Then I moved my mouth to her pucker and I kissed and licked it. She moaned. I rose up and slowly began feeding her dildo into her tight asshole. Her groans were slightly painful, but she didn't say no. I kept forcing the lubricated dildo into her ass and she was now moaning with pleasure. Trina was wide eyed as she watched what was happening. But she was into it. Her hands were busy, playing with Kirsty's pussy, and then with my ass, forcing a finger in. She was learning from me as I began screwing little Kirsty in the ass, deeper and faster. I was coming myself, it was so fucking hot. Trina fucked my ass hole with a finger, and she fucked Kirsty's pussy with her hand, forcing more than one finger in there, as I kept fucking ass. Kirsty was wailing now, as she came and took the dildo deeper into her hole. I was in heaven, and I think they were too. This was such great fucking. "Holy fucking hell, fuck me Wanda, fuck me, fuck my ass, fuck, fuck." "That's it baby, that's it, take it, oh, god, baby girl, Wanda loves you both." "Jesus, this is so fucking crazy. I love it Wanda. Fuck her, fuck her. My pussy is coming too, fuck." It couldn't go on. I fucked my little Kirsty until I became too tired to fuck anymore. I pulled out, and she groaned as I did. Young Trina put her arms around me and hugged me. I sat back on the mattress and the two girls joined me. We just sat there for the longest time. Each of us was caressing someone else. Either their hair, or their face, but we had exhausted our sex play for the day. At last Kirsty laughed and spoke. "How many parties are you going to have in this basement, Wanda?" I didn't know how to answer. As far as I was concerned I might as well have a basement party every day from now on. We would see. Basement Parties Ch. 04 It was shopping day. The circulars had arrived in the driveway, and I had made my list of things on sale. Plus the necessities, of course. Bread and milk, etcetera. I was dressed in a sun dress. And I was being a lady today. I was wearing panties and a bra. I finished strolling through the aisles, and I was at the checkout counter. Rodney was bagging my items. He was a sweet boy. He'd graduated a year before my boy, so he was about twenty years old. My name is Wanda Ferguson. I had recently turned my life around and became the greatest MILF in town. Not many knew it yet, but the ones who did have been very pleased with my new behavior. I chuckled as I noticed Rodney looking at my cleavage. I was making sure to let more and more show every day. I loved being sexy now. And having lots of naughty fun. I wondered if Rodney would be fun. "Tell me something Rodney. Does this store still make deliveries? I know they used to but I never really used that service." "Yes, ma'am. We deliver to anyone, if they have over twenty dollars worth of groceries. Tim and I take turns doing it. I'm on that duty next week." "Oh, good. Thanks Rodney. Maybe I'll see you next week." Oh yes, I would see him next week. That was decided. Rodney was a cutie. He only weighed about one hundred twenty pounds, and he wore glasses. But he was sweet. He had tutored my son James for a year, in Algebra. I always liked him. I was thinking I might like him a lot more. Now to go home and play in my basement. It was time for mommy to get naughty with herself. I carried my groceries into the house. Before I bothered to put them away I took off my sundress and my underwear. I loved being naked around my house now. Then I stuck all of the stuff where it belonged, and hurried downstairs to my basement playroom. My pussy was talking to me, begging me to tickle it. My big screen television was hooked up to my computer in the basement. I could call up some porn tubes and have a good time watching as I made myself happy. I found a long video of a young man being initiated into sex by an older woman. This would work. I got comfortable on the sofa and started my vibrator on my clitoris. I was already very wet. My nipples were hard and I was gently caressing them. I moved the vibrator down to my swollen labia and pushed it in, as the young man pushed his cock into the woman's hairless pussy. He seemed to be enjoying it, and so did she. I know I was because I was coming a lot, and I didn't worry about crying out as loud as I wanted to, as I had my orgasms, over and over. They rippled through my body. I did so truly enjoy playing with myself. But I loved playing with young people even more. The next week passed quickly. I was making plans for a little surprise for Rodney. I was making a list of things to order over the phone. Then he would deliver them to me. I'd have to keep him here just a little longer than he might think. Oh yes, I was looking forward to this. On the next Thursday I called the supermarket, and I gave them my shopping list, telling them I wished them delivered that afternoon. They took my order. I was told that a delivery boy would be coming by between one and three o'clock. That was fine with me. I patiently waited for Rodney to stop by. I was naked of course, but I had a robe by the front door. I would see how much seduction was necessary to get what I wanted. It was just at two o'clock when the doorbell rang. I had been sitting in the living room. Going to the front door I took my robe from the hook, pulled it on, and opened the door to Rodney. He was smiling as I asked him in. "Right on time, Rodney. Thanks, dear. I was glad not to have to get dressed to go out today." "We love to help out ma'am. Anytime, Mrs. Ferguson." "Put the things there on the kitchen counter Rodney. I'll just put the milk and ice cream in the fridge. The rest can wait." "Okay, ma'am. Well, I'll be on my way." That was when my robe dropped to the floor. Rodney's eyes grew large and they centered on my breasts, of course. These boys did love my titties. I reached out, put my hands on his head, and drew his face down to my breasts. He didn't resist. What boy would? "Oh..wow, Mrs. Ferguson. I don't understand! What're you doing ma'am?" He was mumbling as he inhaled the aroma of my perfumed breasts. His hands were slowly rising and I felt him touching my nipples, hesitantly. "Sweetie, call me Wanda. Momma wants something from you. Okay, baby? Come on. Let's go into the basement. I think you'll enjoy this, dear." "God...Wanda. I'm sorry. I don't have any idea what to do. I'm sorry, but I'm a virgin. I have no idea about any of this. I'm going to blow it, I know I am." "Baby, you'll be perfect. Wanda'll take care of you baby. Come on, come on, Rodney. You know you want me babe." I was coaxing him downstairs. He was reluctant, but I could see he wanted what I had to give. He wanted it badly. They all did. I was the best MILF in town. I'd show him what he'd been missing. We got to the bottom of the stairs, and I started slowly removing his clothes. It was summer, so there weren't a lot. I had his shirt and pants off quickly. He tossed his shoes away, and then I was on my knees, slipping his briefs down. His prick was hard, of course. I did that to men. I was good for the girls too. His cock was actually quite nice. It was circumcised. And erect, it was at least seven or eight inches long. These girls in town had been missing out I could see. I had no idea why he was still a virgin, but he wouldn't be for long. Not with Wanda on the case. I arose and took his cock in my hand. I pulled him gently over to the sofa, and sat down. His prick was still hard as steel, as I leaned forward and kissed the blood engorged head. It twitched and he groaned. His hands went to my blond hair, automatically it seemed, and tried to force me closer. Oh no, dear. Wanda was in control here. I look up into his eyes and he was pleading with me to do something. He wasn't quite sure what. But I knew. My lips opened and I took his cock into my hot, wet mouth and I gently sucked on his manhood. He was young, but at twenty, he was a full grown man, and he needed everything I could do for him. I made love to his prick, and he moaned with pleasure. "Wanda, Wanda, god, oh god, thank you. Thank you ma'am. So good. So fucking good. Jesus. Ahhh!" I continued doing what I was doing, and I stroked his now lubricated prick with my hand, slowly at first, and then faster. I began bobbing my mouth onto his cock and stroking at the same time, faster, and faster. I knew he would come fast. I knew these boys. They came fast but they came good. Good for me. I loved sucking up their sweet milk. "Oh, oh, fuck, here it comes...oh fuck, Wanda." Oh yes, here it came. All his sticky spunk was filling my mouth, as my fingers danced over my pussy, making myself come along with my young friend. So fucking good. I swallowed it all and I loved it. And I came, hard and strong. My pussy was leaking out onto my hand and my sofa. Both of us were pleased and happy. That was perfect, of course. Perfect, that he came and I came, and we both were fulfilled. His legs buckled, and he slid his prick out of my mouth, as he went to his knees on the floor. I took his head in my arms and took him into my bosom. What a sweet boy he was. I was so proud to be his first. And I vowed my pussy would reward him for being to nice. He was going to get some MILF pussy to fuck for the first time. But for now I lifted him up and took him down beside me on the sofa. "That was so nice, baby. You did it so well, dear. I must say, you really turned me on. You did. You were great Rodney. I loved every minute of it. So fine, dear Rodney." "You mean it...Wanda? Was it okay, 'cause I thought I came too fast. I know I did. I can usually jerk off for about half an hour before I come. I thought I was awful fast just now." "Oh, sweetie. That's because it was your first, real time. It happens that way, baby. I knew it was going to happen. You still made me very happy, Rodney. You're going to make me extra happy when we fuck for the first time. That's going to happen, Rodney. I'd be so proud to be your first, babe." "You mean that Wanda? God, I'd love to do that. You know I would. Oh shit, I'm going to be late at work! Mr. Olson will have a fit, I'm so late. I got to go Wanda. Please...when can we do this again? When? I'll be here whenever you say, Wanda." "Rodney, dear. You come by tonight. I'm alone here this week. Mr. Ferguson is out of town. You be here at eight o'clock and you'll get to be a man tonight. Okay?" And I gave him a kiss. Then he scrambled to get his clothes on, and get upstairs, and out the door to his job. I just giggled, watching him. I took a long shower and then ordered takeout to be delivered for dinner. After I finished the food I brushed my teeth and worked on my makeup, and my hair. I was going to be naked, but I was going to be fixed up too. I made sure I had on my most expensive perfume, and then I sat down. I turned on the tube to fill the air while I waited for my little lover boy. He was there right on the dot, at eight o'clock. "Hello, Rodney. Come right in, dear boy." "Thanks, Wanda. Um, so what should I do now? Should I kiss you or what?" I laughed out loud. This was going to be fun. I took his hand and we went down the basement party room. I was nude as always when in my house. We would get him naked when we got downstairs. I had decided long ago that I was not doing anything in my bedroom. That was where my poor husband tried to be a man, occasionally. I didn't need to be reminded of it. I was happy making the basement my base operations. When we were down there I helped Rodney get out of his clothing. I caressed his body and praised it with my words. His cock rose quickly. Rodney and I sat on the sofa, after I turned on some music. I smiled at him and then I started teaching him how to make out with a lady. He was eager to kiss me, and was enthusiastic, if inexperienced. But he was a fast learner. I always knew he was bright, and now he proved it. He was becoming a fine little lover as we kissed, and traded our tongues. His hand went right to the tits. Men loved touching breasts. Always and forever. And I didn't mind, because he was gentle and his caresses made me hot. It was pleasant and was making me wet, so it was all good. I didn't mind stroking his cock, either. I liked men's pricks. I liked sex of every kind. I kept him hot and hard as we kept making out. We were enjoying ourselves, but we would soon be doing something more intense. Rodney would become a man tonight. He was touching my pussy now. "Do you feel how wet I am, Rodney? That's you making me horny, baby. I'm so hot for you Rodney. Do you want to fuck me babe? Come on, Rodney, let's go over to the air mattress. Before we fuck you have to really get me hot, sweetie. Come on and I'll teach you how to really make a woman happy." I rose up and he quickly followed. I could see that Rodney was ready for anything at all, as long as he got to fuck a woman tonight. Before that happened my young man was going to eat some pussy. I loved having my cunt licked and sucked, by men or women, it didn't matter. Tonight Rodney was going to make momma very happy. Lying down on the mattress I put pillows behind me, and opened my legs for my big boy to have fun. Rodney was not hesitant at all tonight. I held out my arms to welcome him to heaven, and he sank down and crawled over to me, with his hard cock hanging down with his balls. Very tasty looking, I must say, but it was time for my young man to eat some pussy. "Here it is Rodney. Show me you know what to do with a lady's pussy, baby." And I spread my wet lips for him to see what it looked like. He started kissing my thighs, making me cream, and moved his tongue up to my groin, making me cream even more. I grabbed his ears, pulled him to my pussy and forced him to eat it. He was nipping my swollen pussy lips as if he was a professional muff diver, and I was almost ready to squirt as his tongue roughly licked my cunt. I was moaning with lust. My god, he was a natural. Finally I did squirt, as he finger fucked my pussy and continued licking my clit. I was getting his face completely wet, but he couldn't care less. I had created a perfect pussy eater. He was jacking his cock as I fucked his face with my cunt, humping up to get all of his tongue into my slit. I was ready for something long and hard to be rammed into my pussy. I raised his head up, leaned forward, and kissed him on the lips. I could taste my own juices on his mouth, and it made me even hornier for his cock. I wanted to be fucked badly right now. "It's time, lover. Momma needs to be fucked, baby. I want to watch your face when you fuck me sweetie. Come on, here, move up and put it in me, Rodney. Fuck Wanda, honey." He was so eager to get some pussy that he almost fell over. But he finally settled down and moved his skinny, white ass up and held his cock at my pussy gate. He pressed in and I heard a sigh escape his lips. He sank it in, slowly and deeply. It was a great prick. Long and hard and he began fucking me with lots of gusto. Damn, the boy could really fuck. I hugged him close as he kept sinking his cock into my pussy. I was so wet for him, and I was already coming around his thick dick. Oh, that was nice fucking. I had my legs wrapped around him and was kicking my heels against his ass, urging him to fuck me harder. He did, as much as he could. His panting and grunting was like a rutting beast. That boy could fuck, and I could take all he had to give. I loved to fuck. "Fuck me, you little mother fucker. Ah damn, baby, fuck me, fuck me." "Wanda, Wanda, oh god. Uh, uh, uh, fuck, fuck." Humping my snatch with all of his strength he lost his virginity. He was fucking me so fine. Such a good little fucker. So good, so fucking good. Keep it up, I was thinking, keep fucking me, sweetie. That was it. Here it came, the streams of come, filling my pussy, my gripping pussy, my hungry pussy. So good, and I could feel the hot come as he shot it out into me. His cries of ecstasy were so gratifying, but I was coming too. Coming around his prick, making my pussy even greasier for him to keep ramming into my cunt. Our cries combined as we both had intense orgasms, and it continued for minutes, until we both were completely exhausted by our love making. I kept ahold of his body, keeping him tight against me, and keeping his cock inside of me. I could feel it slowly shrinking, as Rodney took the initiative and began kissing me, and letting me know I was adored. "Thank you sweet lady. Thank you. God, that was better than I could have ever imagined. You're a fucking goddess, Wanda. So good, my god, so good. I want to fuck again, as soon as I can. I want to fuck every day if I can. It was heaven, Wanda." "Of course, it was heaven, Rodney. That's what sex is. Perfect heaven. I love making love, and so do you now. And you'll be a great lover for any girl you ever get, baby boy. Yes, you'll be a great lover. You proved that Rodney." We relaxed together there in my basement. I'd enjoy Rodney again, very soon. I'd have other parties here in my basement. Many more basement parties would happen. I was a happy MILF. Basement Parties Ch. 05 It was coming up on the High Holidays. Rosh Hashanah would be next Wednesday, and Yom Kippur would then follow on the next Friday. With a name like Wanda Ferguson you might not think I was Jewish. And I had the blond hair, of course. But I was Jewish, and my husband was Episcopalian. That was the world today. Anyway, I would attend the High Holidays every year at my Reform temple. After all the fun I had been having in my basement you might think I had a lot to atone for. Not really. I didn't take it seriously, but I did like to maintain contact with my culture. Victor's mother, Marjorie, had pulled me into a committee that was working on the food for the festive meal on the evening after Yom Kippur. I didn't often do this, but I was feeling very grateful to Marge. You see, I had used her son Vic for some great fun and games in the basement, and now I felt obliged to give a little pay back. Maybe I was thinking of atonement after all. In any case I was on the committee with Marge. She was a pretty lady, I have to admit. She kept herself fit, like many middle class ladies of a certain age. I know she was in her mid forties. Marge was short, with thick, curly hair that she maintained with monthly trips to the beautician. She also went to the same gym that I was a member of. I had seen her in very little clothing, and her body was tight and curvy. She had breasts about the same size as mine, and her legs were lovely. Her son Vic was a fine sex toy. I don't know if he got his sexuality from mom or dad. His girlfriend was even finer. Such a lovely little pussy. And she knew how to please mine very well. She and her friend, Trina, were sweet little pieces of choice pussy. I looked forward to playing in my basement with all of them soon. Marge and two other ladies had been coming by my house. We had our organizing meetings for three weeks on Wednesdays. We had met in my basement. I really never understood why we couldn't meet at anyone else's house. It was something about remodeling or something. I didn't actually listen too closely. I was happy to just stay at home and have them come to me. It was much simpler, and I didn't have to get dressed up. I had noticed that Marge was rather taken with my basement recreation room. I had the big screen television, the pool table, the ping-pong, the two pin-ball machines, and all the tables and chairs needed to have fun. I left the cabinet next to the TV open, and she had taken a glance into it one day, while we waited for the other two ladies. She blushed as I casually walked over. I had left my sex toys right out in the open, along with lots of DVDs with explicit labels. This was my "Happy Cabinet" and I was amused at her reaction. "What do you think, Marge? I have pretty nice collection. I need a few more toys, but these are good enough for right now." "My god, Wanda. I've never seen anything like this. Do you really use these things? I don't believe I've ever heard of anyone actually having these things. At least none of my friends. I'm shocked, Wanda. Yes, really shocked." "Marge, you can be so old fashioned sometimes. There's nothing wrong with a woman enjoying her sexual side. Join the twenty-first century, dear. Women have rights now. Remember feminism? I'm just a normal lady with normal needs. And my husband's not that great anymore, to tell the truth, Marge. Just between you and me and the fencepost, I need a little extra something to get my juices flowing." "Oh, my god, Wanda. I never knew that about you. Alright. I think I'll just forget what I've seen today. It's gone from my mind. Where are those girls? We need to get this meeting on the road." That was so funny. I was proud to be a MILF now, and I was pleased as punch to have achieved so much sexual success in the past few weeks. I wondered what Marge would think if she knew her little Victor had fucked me right here in the basement. I had sucked his cock, too. And made love to his girlfriend, Kirsty. I was tempted to tell her right then, but I thought better of it. Rosh Hashanah passed, and then came Yom Kippur. After it ended that Saturday night we had a lovely dinner in the synagogue, to celebrate the end of fasting and atonement. I was glad to get all the planning and the celebrating over with. I needed to get back to some naughty play in my basement. Marge was happy with the results of our planning. Everyone else seemed to be, too, so I was happy. It was next Monday morning when I got a call from Marge. "Hello." "Hello, Wanda? This is Marge, dear. I wonder... may I come over today? I was thinking. I mean, I need to talk to you, dear. Would that be alright, Wanda? You're not busy are you?" "Nope. Not busy at all Marge. Come over anytime. About one o'clock would be great. But I'll be here all day, dear." "Alright, Wanda. One o'clock then. Bye bye." After I made myself a sandwich for lunch, I ate it there in the kitchen, sitting naked as always now. I loved being nude in my own home. It was so decadent, don't you know? There was the robe by the front door, for when people came by. Right at one I heard the doorbell ring. Putting on the robe I opened the door to Marge. She had on a tight fitting blouse that emphasized her breasts, and a short skirt, showing off her legs. She was wearing high heels. "Oh, dear, I didn't mean to catch you by surprise. You're still undressed! You remembered I was coming didn't you?" "Marge, it's okay. I'm always in a robe nowadays. You didn't catch me. This is me now, dear." "Ah, well, I guess that's fine then. I was wondering, could we go sit in your comfortable basement?" That was not a problem at all. I took the lead and we went downstairs. Marge begin wandering about a little, as if unsure of where she was going. "Um, Wanda, I have a little favor, dear. It's a little embarrassing, if you must know, but I was wondering if I might, you know, just look at those toys you have? In the cabinet? Would that be a problem, dear?" I smiled. My friend Marge was growing up. I walked over and opened the cabinet door for her. She slowly walked over, reached out, and began touching each toy. She picked up a dildo shaped like a real cock. Putting it down, she picked up a strap on, looked over at me quizzically and then put it down. "Dear, you can ask anything you want about these things. What you just put down is called a strap on. It has a dildo attached to a belt that one can wear to make love to someone. I could use it to make love to another woman, or even to a man, if you understand what I mean. All of these things are very naughty, but they're so much fun." "Do you mean you've used this... strap on thingie? Really, Wanda. My god, I had no idea you were like that. I mean, did you use it on your husband?" "No, Marge. I used it on a girl. I took her virginity. It was a very loving experience, if you must know. I enjoyed it immensely and so did she. Very sweet girl. She's a little lesbian, so I helped her do something that she didn't want a man to do. But she wanted to feel it inside her pussy." "But Wanda, are you gay? My god, I had no idea." "Don't be silly, Marge. I'm bisexual, I suppose. I haven't really thought a lot about it. I just know I've been having a pleasant time with boys and girls. They're both delicious to make love to. I'm A MILF, dear." "A milk? Why would you call yourself that, Wanda?" "MILF, dear. A 'Mother I would Like to Fuck.' Very naughty, isn't it? I'm a mother, and lots of young people would like to fuck me. Sorry to be so blunt, dear. But that's what it all means." "But who have you been doing this with, Wanda? I mean, you make love to young people?" "Oh, now, Marge. That would be telling. I can keep secrets. I'll just say that if I've made love to a young person they're fully of age. Of course. That goes without saying." I'd been moving closer to her as we talked. I stopped next to her and softly brushed her cheek. Marge was not fooling me. Not now, after all the experience I'd had in the past few weeks. I could even smell her pussy as it was getting wetter and wetter. Marge was here for a purpose, even if she didn't really understand it. We were going to find out. Now I took her hand and gently pulled her over to the sofa. She was reluctant as I pulled her but she followed me. I placed her down on the seat, and I undid my robe, and tossed it over the arm of the sofa. Her eyes grew large as her hands went to her lap, pressing tightly. I reached out and caressed her hair and leaned down to kiss her softly on the lips. I could see a tear trickling down her cheek. "I know you're frightened Marge, but you don't have anything to be afraid of, dear. This is real, it's good, and you'll never regret it, sweetheart. You're going to have lots of pleasure and you're going to be so happy." "This is so strange, Wanda. I've been thinking about very bad things ever since I saw your toys. I had no idea someone like us would do things like this. I feel so odd, Wanda. My body's trembling and I'm so wet down there, you know? I'm so bad I didn't even put on panties today. God, Wanda, am I a slut? Am I dirty?" "Of course not. Never think that way. Women are able to please themselves sexually and not be sluts. Am I a slut because my pussy is clean and hairless? Here, touch it Marge. It's just a pussy. You have one. I know it's wet right now. I think you're ready to come right now. We're going to get these clothes off, and make you very happy dear friend." With that I started unbuttoning her blouse, and she was helping. We slipped it off, and I quickly reached around and popped her bra loose. We slipped that off. She stood up and her skirt slid down. Her pussy was right there. It was hairy, of course. It had never occurred to her she could shave it or wax it. But it looked beautiful to me. I knelt down, slipped off her heels, and lifted each foot to my lips. I kissed them. On my knees, I began licking her pussy, and she was moaning with lust. Her knees were shaking as she had her first orgasm from a woman eating her pussy. I was proud to be the first. I would be the first to do lots of things to little Marge. This was just the beginning. My own pussy was dripping down my thighs as I sucked on her clit and then nibbled on her pussy lips. "Ohhh. Wanda, Wanda. Oh, god, that's so good. Oh, Herb never does this, never, never, oh god, so good." I just kept on making her come and shiver under my lips. Then I pushed her back onto the sofa and got on top of her, kissing her red lips, and fingering her pussy. Her legs spread as wide as she could get them. I grabbed one of her hands and moved it down to my pussy. She understood, and began fingering me the same way I was touching her. This was becoming a grand occasion for me, and for Marge. I was so hot and my cunt was as wet as it had ever been. "Marge, do you want to try something, dear? We can both make each other feel very good if you want to try it. Never do anything you don't want to do, but would you like to try to make love to me, baby? Do you want to taste another woman? Come on, sweetie. Come on, we'll go to my mattress over here. Come on Marge." I took her hand and led her to my air mattress. I got down, pulled her after me and laid her down. Then I put my legs on each side of her head. I lowered my mouth to her pussy and started licking it again, and she started coming again. Then I slowly spread my legs apart and got my own pussy down to her face. She very tentatively touched it with her tongue. I rubbed it on her lips, and she started getting more aggressive as I was tongue fucking her cunt. She was moaning and humping up to get more tongue. That caused me to begin rubbing my cunt on her face harder. I wanted her to start eating that pussy. I was hot, and I wanted to come all over Marge's face. She was sucking on my labia now. She was learning, as I used my fingers to fuck her cunt. I knew exactly where her special spot inside was. I found it and she squealed and trembled with lust. I fingered her until she was crying out how much she wanted it, begging for more. My pussy was leaking juices onto her face. "See Marge, see, sweetie, this is good, this is so fucking sweet. Eat my pussy, eat my pussy, so good baby." I could hear her slurping up my come as I did the same to her. It was so intense that I had to take a short break. I moved my legs and left her pussy, as I got down beside her. I put my arm under her head, and softly caressed her breasts. Her nipples were so hard, and she seemed to have an orgasm as I touched them. I leaned in and kissed her, tasting my own pussy juices. She could taste herself on my lips too. I had her pussy cream all over my face. "Never, never, I've never felt that way Wanda. Thank you dear. So good. I want that, more of that, more and more. Oh god, I want that so much, Wanda." "You rest here, Marge. I'm going to get us some wine. I have some over in the liquor chest. Just stay here, dear. We could use a glass of wine, Marge. Just rest there." Getting up, I went over to the chest and found a bottle of wine. I opened it and poured two glasses, returning to Marge. I handed her a glass, knelt beside her, and sipped my wine. This was nice. I caressed her breasts gently and her chest rose up. She took sips of wine and smiled at me. After about ten minutes of just chatting softly and quietly, she finally decided to take a major plunge. "Wanda, this has been so eye opening. Honestly, I think I'll never be the same. But tell me the truth. Do you think worse of me now? Really, Wanda, are we really, really bad people?" I couldn't help laughing, even though I knew it might hurt her feelings. I looked into her eyes and touched her cheek again. "Marge, how many times do I have to tell you? Sex isn't bad. None of this is bad. Did you enjoy it? Of course you did, because your body is made to enjoy it. Never, ever, worry about that again. You're a great little lover. You know what, Marge? I want you to do something for me. Would you do that darling girl? Would you do something to make me feel very, very good? I promise, it will make you happy too." "How could I say no, Wanda. You've been so sweet and good to me. I'd do anything for you right now. I'm just glad you don't think I'm dirty or something." I laughed again. She giggled a little herself this time. Then I asked her for the favor. I was a horny MILF, and I wanted something from Marge. I needed it badly right now. "What I need, what I want, Marge is to be fucked. Understand, dear? That strap on I showed you earlier. I want you to put that on and fuck the hell out of my pussy. I'm so fucking horny right now, Marge. Will you do that? You'll enjoy it too, no doubt. You did see, didn't you, that the strap on has two dildos? One goes into your pussy and the other goes in mine while you're fucking me." "You want me to make love to you, Wanda? Want to know something naughty? I was wishing I could do that. I've been thinking about it ever since I saw the strap on in your cabinet. I think I'm turning into a sex addict, and I don't think I mind, at all, Wanda." I didn't need any more urging. I hopped up, jiggling my titties, and skipped over to get the strap on. I brought it back and helped Marge put it on. It was nice sticking the smaller dildo into her pussy and seeing her smile. I was grinning too, as I got down on my hands and elbows, with my butt in the air. I glanced around and saw her kneeling down. Her hand went into my pussy, and she took some of my cream to rub on the dildo. She was sweet enough to think it might need a little lubrication. As she slowly eased the dildo into my pussy I sighed and leaned back, trying to get more up my vagina. Her hands were on my hips as she pressed into my cunt. I could hear her breathing harshly as she began fucking me. "Ah, this is what it's like. So nice, Wanda. I'm going to fuck you now dear. I'm going to fuck your cunt, hard and deep. Feel it, Wanda. You're mine now, my pussy. Tell me you like it, Wanda." "You know I do, Marge. Fuck me like a bitch in heat, babe. Fuck me hard now Marge. Oh, fuck, do it now, fuck me!" That's when she really began jamming that dildo up my pussy and fucked me hard. It was rough, and it was just what I needed. I wanted to be fucked. I was getting fucked by a woman. She was getting off on fucking me and I was coming and coming. God, so many orgasms. I was crying out with the passion I felt for this little lady fucking my MILF pussy. It couldn't last. She was a little woman, and she tired, but she gave me a workout. She used my pussy and made me feel like her sex toy. I loved every second of it. I know Marge did too. She yelled out that she was coming so fucking hard, and then she slumped on top of me. I thought she had fainted, but she slowly rose, and the dildo slipped out of my abused pussy. She fell down on the mattress, and I was right there beside her. We hugged and kissed. I could feel her hard nipples rubbing up against mine, and it would have made me want more, but now I was completely exhausted. Marge had used me up, and I think I had done the same to her. We just stayed there for a long time, breathing hard and hugging each other. "You know what you've done, Wanda? I think you created a monster. I don't think I'll ever be the same. I know I won't." "Silly girl. You aren't a monster." I giggled. "You know something, Marge, I think I created another MILF. I'm going to introduce you to some friends of mine. They're always looking for MILFs to fuck and suck." I laughed out loud. It was good to have parties. My basement would accommodate all of them. Yes, it would.