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A Day Out with the Supermarket Women
Pam tells us about the time she and her daughter were invited to spend the day
with the women from the local supermarket. Wendy is to be the prize for the best
employees. She is taken on the bus, in the pool, for lunch and on the way home!
Her mother also has fun with the hotel manager's daughter.
Ever since Wendy had been chosen as the Supermarket Princess, we had been
welcomed as honoured guests whenever we went there to do our shopping. I loved
the way the women showed their admiration for my darling sixteen year old, by
following her with their eyes and licking their lips. They made it obvious that
they were still lusting after her.
Wendy teased them sometimes by letting the more attractive ones have glimpses of
her body, mainly her legs and breasts. She remembered the way the women had used
her at their party and had often told me that wished there was a way to repeat
the experience.
The manageress of the supermarket, Clare sometimes saw me walking around the
store and she often called me into her office for a cup of coffee. One day, she
poured me out a cup and said, "Pam, I am going to organise a day out for the
girls. We are running a competition to find the best workers and the outing is
to be part of the prize for the winners."
I nodded, "It seems a good idea," I said. "And what is the rest of their prize?"
"Well, if you agree," she said, "I think that they would love to have you and
Wendy go along with them for their day out. After all Wendy is still their
Princess!"
I discussed the offer with Wendy, who agreed. In fact, she was delighted to
think that she was to spend some more time with her lesbian friends. We had
several meetings with Clare and the organisers of the outing. No expense was to
be spared in giving the prizewinners a good day out.
The twenty winners, Clare, Wendy and I were to be taken in a luxury coach to a
country house hotel, where we would have the exclusive use of the facilities
from 11am to 6pm. There was a sauna and swimming pool, and we were to be given
the use of a lounge. All meals and bar bills would be paid for by the company.
The hotel manageress had been consulted and had agreed to Clare's special
requirements.
So on Wednesday, we found ourselves on a coach bound for the Woodburn Hotel. It
was a lovely sunny day, and we were all dressed accordingly. Wendy was wearing a
loose white blouse, which buttoned down the front. She had on a long skirt, with
a slit up the front. High-heeled sandals completed her outfit, which suited her
sweet innocent looks.
All the prizewinners looked very nice, glad for once to be out of their usual
overalls. Wendy was pleased to see Debbie among them. She was the woman who had
looked after her at the previous party and I knew she and Wendy were really fond
of each other. I sat with Clare at the rear of the coach and watched as Wendy
went and sat with each of the women in turn, to renew the acquaintance with the
partygoers and meet the new girls.
I was pleased to see that the atmosphere in the coach was heating up, as the
women lost no time in renewing their friendship with my daughter. Indeed, they
appeared to be trying to win a prize for the longest kiss! I know only too well
how delightful it is to kiss my darling's lovely wide mouth, so did not begrudge
the women their fun. After Wendy had been embraced and been caressed by all the
women she came up to Clare and asked if she could sit on her knee. Of course,
Clare said yes and held her arms out to the eager teenager.
As Wendy sat down, the skirt split open to show Clare and me the full length of
her long legs right up to her golden fur. Her blouse had been opened already so
Clare was able to slip her hands into the opening and onto the firm breasts. As
she weighed the creamy breast flesh in her hands, Wendy let out a grateful sigh
and held her mouth up to be kissed.
The handsome manageress took possession of the offered mouth with hers and
kissed my girl deeply. Wendy moaned gently as she took in her lover's saliva and
felt the nimble fingers on her swelling nipples. I gently lifted my daughter's
ankles onto my own lap and parted the muscled thighs.
Working together, Clare and I brought the princess to her first orgasm of the
day, Clare with her kissing and nipple massage, and I with long fingers deep in
my girl's quim. I looked up to see we had an audience watching enraptured as
Wendy sobbed her way through her first climax of the day. As we let her relax, I
withdrew my fingers only to have them seized by Debbie who sucked them clean of
my daughter's rich cunt juice, with a blissful look on her pretty face. "I hope
I get some more of that," she said with a smile.
We reached the hotel on time. The manageress, Mrs Barnes, who told us we had the
place to ourselves except for her staff, who were the soul of discretion,
greeted us at the front door. She assured us that we could do anything we wanted
all day long. Food and drink would be provided. The sauna and pool were ready
for us and the big lounge had been prepared to Clare's instructions. Mrs Barnes
suggested that after our swim, we might like to wear just bathrobes if we would
feel more relaxed that way.
Coffee was being served, so Clare and I sat and had a cup while discussing what
might happen during the day. The other women took my Wendy off to the pool.
Clare said she wanted every prizewinner to have a wonderful day.
"I just hope Wendy can handle all the sex she is likely to receive. I have asked
Debbie to keep an eye on her."
I told her not to worry. "Wendy has been looking forward to this day. As long as
the women are gentle with her, she will be okay." I said. "Shall we go and see
what is happening in the pool?"
We found Mrs Barnes leaning over a balcony with the pool below her." Who is the
youngster?" she asked.
"She seems to be the centre of attraction."
We saw all the women with Wendy naked in the middle. "My daughter," I said
proudly, "Is she enjoying herself do you think?"
"I should say so," Mrs Barnes replied, pointing to where my girl was standing
in the pool.
"What is going on?" asked Clare.
"I think the women are swimming under her and eating her cunt underwater. It is
a kind of competition to see who can last longest."
Wendy was obviously enjoying having her cunt meat eaten in the cool water. We
three watched entranced as she was brought up to a peak by the swimming women.
As she gave in to the sensations, she laid back in the water. Her head was
supported by one of the women who kissed her through the climax. Another was
eating her pussy and two more were suckling her nipples. Their puffiness showed
me how turned on she was. The rest of the women were grouped around, no doubt
wishing it were they fucking the glorious girl.
When Wendy had relaxed again, she was led by the women into the sauna. Mrs
Barnes immediately signalled to Clare and me to follow her into her office
where she showed us her closed circuit TV system. Quickly, she turned a knob
until we saw in full colour wide screen what was going on in the sauna. My
darling girl was laid out on her back with her lovely limbs spread widely. Her
skin was glowing with sweat and water. Debbie was seated so that Wendy's head
was on her lap.
We counted six women besides Debbie and Wendy crowded into the sauna cabin. We
could see others watching from the doorway. The lucky ones were literally
ravishing my daughter's body. Her flesh was being rubbed all over by the sweaty
bodies of her lovers, breast-to-breast, belly-to-belly, cunt to cunt. Such
action could not last long, and eventually all eight participants sank into an
exhausted heap. Mrs Barnes was worried about leaving them in the heat of the
sauna so she went down and we saw her and her staff taking the debilitated
women out to the shower area and washing the combined sweat and cunt juice from
their bodies.
Clare and I went into the lounge where a few of the women were beginning to
assemble for lunch. They were following Mrs Barnes's advice, wearing just the
white bathrobes provided by the hotel. The hotel staff had laid out a wonderful
buffet, with cold meats, salmon, lobster and salads. There were gateaux and
trifles for dessert, and champagne stood cooling in buckets. I was amused to see
a display of distinctly phallic vegetables, cucumbers, rhubarb, carrots and so
on. I wondered which of the women would be the first to put them to good use!
By about 1.30pm, all the guests had assembled, except for my Wendy and her
friend, Debbie. I wondered if this was by design, when Clare stood up. She made
sure that we all had a glass of champagne and spoke, "Well done, all the prize
winners. I am sure you are all hungry after your swim."
There were a few giggles at that. "You may partake of lunch in a few minutes,
but first I want to propose a toast." She continued, "To our Princess, Wendy."
As the women all held up their glasses to toast my daughter, the door of the
room opened and Debbie pushed a trolley into the room. On the trolley was my
lovely daughter, stark naked and garnished with fruits and cream. Her head was
framed by her blonde hair and lying in a bed of bunches of grapes. Her breasts
were covered in cream with half strawberries pressed to her flesh. Wendy's
belly was covered in slices of melon, leading to her pubic fur which seemed to
have redcurrants threaded amongst the gold. Lines of cream studded with bananas
and raspberries led from the ankles right up Wendy's long legs to her scarlet
cunt lips which were distended by a peeled pear which Debbie had lovingly
inserted into my daughter's tight vagina. The pink pearly clit was anointed
with a dab of cream.
All the women clustered round and I saw several congratulating Debbie, who Clare
told me had dreamt up the whole scheme. Debbie wheeled the trolley over to where
Clare and I were sitting. My lovely daughter looked up at me, "What do you
think, Mum?" she asked, "Do you think I make a good dessert?"
"Darling, you look delicious and I think you will be the favourite choice from
the menu today." I laughed.
Clare and I sat drinking champagne and nibbling the delicious food, while
watching the women enjoying themselves. Some of them had shed their robes and
were sitting on the sofas naked. We noticed that some of the older women had
paired off with younger colleagues and were openly petting. The phallic food had
been discovered and was being put to good use.
We saw two of the younger girls being comprehensively fucked with a carrot and
cucumber. Wendy was not neglected. Ten of the prizewinners were lunching off her
well-loved flesh. All we could see of her was a sea of bobbing heads licking and
sucking the fruit and cream. Her mouth was not neglected for her faithful lover
Debbie had taken possession of it. She was alternately pouring cream into it and
sucking the mixed cream and saliva out into her own greedy mouth.
As we watched, we saw one of the older women sink between Wendy's thighs and
began to eat the pear buried deep in my girl's quim. All of us heard a distinct
sucking sound as the ripe fruit was sucked out of its hiding place. Immediately
two other girl's mouth met at the entrance to my daughter's cunt.
They competed to get their tongues into the juicy vagina, then one of them moved
to her clit and licked it clean of cream. As they worked on my darling's vulva,
Clare could not resist pouring a stream of champagne over and into the gaping
pink cunt flesh. This mixed with the juice coming from Wendy's pussy and the
saliva from her lovers' mouths to make a delicious drink, which was avidly
lapped up by the women.
Soon the teenager's body had been licked clean. Wendy had had a stream of
orgasms, which left the girl exhausted. She was taken off by Debbie for a
refreshing shower. The women were all naked now and Clare and I were able to
enjoy the sight as they formed several daisy chains on the carpet so as to all
get full satisfaction. Gradually the sounds and smells of their lust subsided,
as one by one they fell asleep.
Mrs Barnes tiptoed to our side. She confessed she had watched the whole scene
from her office and had noticed that neither Clare nor I had joined in the orgy.
"Would you both like to come up to my bedroom, where I can promise such good
customers a special treat?" Of course, we agreed at once.
She brought us to a bedroom door on the first floor of the hotel. "And here is
your treat," she said as she threw the door open. In the middle of a large bed
lay a lovely teeny girl fast asleep. "This is my daughter, Poppy." Mrs Barnes
whispered. "She saw most of the fun going on downstairs, and I can promise you
she is well primed for anything you want to do with her. Bon Appetit." She
laughed as she quietly closed the door and left us alone with her nymphet.
Clare and I went over to the bed and we examined the supine girl. Poppy was just
wearing a baby doll nightdress and this did not hide any of her perfect body.
"Isn't she perfect?" whispered Clare, "Look at that face, she looks angelic."
"I wonder if she is cherry," I said, "It would be awful to imagine a man's ugly
dick busting her."
Clare agreed, as we undressed, both of us eager to enjoy the teen babe we had
been so generously given. It made it more exciting to think of the darling's
mother watching us ravage her pet. We knew she would now be in front of the TV
in her office! "Would you like to start with her top or bottom?" I asked Clare.
"If you don't mind, I would love to have her top," she replied. That left me
with the girl's legs, bum and cunt. Of course I did not mind!
We gently woke the girl. Mrs Barnes had been right that her daughter was well
primed for sex. The moment she saw us she put her sweet mouth up to be kissed.
While Clare obliged with a deep French-kiss, I quickly stripped down the slender
body. It was so lovely, long slim legs, a hairless mound with just the
suggestion of a slit. Conical breasts surmounted by cute pink nipples, just
aching for an experienced lesbian's mouth.
As we had agreed I left the pet's mouth and breasts to my co-lover and went
straight for the adorable little quim. I put the slim thighs wide apart so that
the outer vaginal lips parted disclosing neat little inner lips. I opened these
with my eager hands and a wave of girl scent intoxicated me. She smelt so pure
and fresh with overtones of musky need.
I popped her clit and was delighted to find it well developed for one so young.
"Look at this," I said to Clare.
She broke the kiss to have a look, "The little minx has been masturbating,"
she observed.
I bent my head to take the sex-bud between my lips. It tasted divine, salty and
sweet at the same time. By this time, her girlish cunt was flowing come-juice,
due to my manipulation of her clit and Clare's nipple suckling.
Together we worked the teenager's body to bring on the climax she needed so
much. She came beautifully with all the classic signs of extreme arousal. Breast
swelling, nipple erection, clitoral exposure and a cunt flowing generously.
Clare and I then swapped over and I had the pleasures of the girl's mouth and
tits while Clare savoured her reddened cunt.
By this time our double experience was paying dividends. We were able to keep
the darling's climaxes rolling through her passion-wracked body. Eventually, we
judged that the girl had had enough pleasure so brought her down gently to a
state of relaxation. I cradled her in my arms while Clare gently sponged down
the ravaged teenage body, cleaning off most of the evidence of her sexual
ordeal. We all three had a nap together before the handsome supermarket
manageress and I rejoined the party downstairs.
While we had been away, the prizewinners had not been idle. Debbie told us that
they had held a sexual Olympics, in which the women had competed under various
categories. We were presented with the winners of the French Kissing Marathon,
the Breast Suckling to Orgasm Race, and the Cunnilingus to Climax Competitions.
We laughed to see my Wendy stretched out exhausted on a sofa, looking like the
cat that had the cream. Her body was stained with her own and her sex partners'
juices, sweat and spit. It transpired that my daughter had been the arena that
each competitor had used in their championship efforts.
Wendy told me later that she had been comprehensively kissed by eight women,
been suckled to orgasm by ten and had had her cunt sucked by all twenty
prizewinners. Naturally, she had totally lost count of her climaxes after the
first thirty! But I knew my own girl's powers of recovery. She would soon be
ready for more!
Soon it was time to go home. The women reluctantly dressed and saying goodbye to
our hostess, they boarded the coach for the ride home. "Thank you so much for a
wonderful day," said Clare, "and thank you for giving us your lovely daughter."
"I hope we weren't too much for the little darling." I added.
Mrs Barnes told us she was delighted that we had given Poppy such a good lesbian
going over, perhaps now she would stop pestering her mum to let her fuck the
hotel's waiters!
During the journey home, Wendy once more entertained all comers. She was soon
naked once more, and the women made sure that as each mile passed, their
Princess was royally shagged again and again. No one was left out, but the
biggest round of applause was given to their manageress who took part in an
athletic 69 with my daughter on the back seat of the coach, with all her
staff watching.
They certainly learnt a lot from their boss that day!
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