Acquisition 22/38 (BDSM, NC, VOY, HUM, FF, M+/F)
by Headhunter


In the car, the girls commented on their mom's generally bedraggled condition. Fortunately, 'Aunt Bess' covered up for Pam, saying that they had an extra hard workout. Also, Bess had let Pam put on an oversized sweatshirt in the car. It hid the skin tight leotard workout outfit that the girls' mother was wearing. Bess wanted to keep Pam's dual lifestyles a secret from her family as much as Pam did. It also added to the conspiratorial nature of their activities. A secret between lovers, an exciting secret.

Bess dropped the Henderson family women off at their home and waved at Bill as he was pulling into the driveway from work. Bess smiled to herself as she drove around the block. "Oh yes, Pam and her nice family. Pam, devoted wife and mother, who just a few minutes earlier had been sucking on the cocks of two men, with colored beads jammed up her ass. Pam, her Pet, who made her life so much fun." Bess reached over and grabbed her purse. Tomorrow she would try out the little toys Jake had given her for Pet.

Once at home she discovered that her 'retired work crew' had finished most of the fence. They had left, leaving a note saying that they would finish tomorrow.

In her home, Pam fixed her family a quick meal then ran and took a shower. Later that night Bill made overtures for sex. Pam's first thought was if making love with her husband would be all right with Miss Bess. After deciding it would be OK, Pam had to consciously fight herself from sliding down his body and taking his tumescent cock in her mouth. She was able to resist the urge, fearing what her husband might think if she used her newly learned oral skills on him.

Bill was hoping that she would take him in her mouth again, but was afraid to ask his proper, innocent wife for such an act. The husband and wife-- both wanting the same thing-- couldn't communicate their desires to each other.

But Pam was pleased, sex in the middle of the week was a very rare occurrence in the Henderson household and after today's 'workout' the housewife needed the release. Bill's hardness felt good in her soupy cunt.

On Thursday after school Pam made her way to Bess' house. The three old men were nailing up the last boards of the privacy fence. When Pam arrived they all made their way into the enclosure and stood silently watching Pam. For the first time they were within a few feet of the housewife as she began to strip off her clothes. The men were strangely silent, but they all were watching her intently. Pam looked around the enclosure. The fence was 6 feet high and 15 ft square. The boards were spaced on each side of a runner so air could move through the fence, but no one could see in from the outside. Pam felt a strange calm. Part of it was the feeling of homecoming every time she came to Bess' now, but part of it was knowing that she wouldn't have to worry about her family catching a glimpse of her 'secret life'.

Because she was so relaxed and the men were behaving, she stripped off her clothes in a normal fashion. She didn't try to hide or jump through the door. She simply disrobed and walked with tits jiggling and ass swaying up the steps and in the door. When the door shut behind her she could hear the men begin to talk excitedly. She smiled as they described how beautiful and sexy she was. Bess was right, she did have some kind of power over men, but Bess had the power over her.

On the table was 'Mr. Friendly'. But peering in the door window were three faces with big smiles. Taking off her clothes was one thing but... 'Mr. Friendly'... Pam snatched up the dildo and walked around the corner out of sight. When she reappeared, the dildo was deep inside of her quim and rubbing her deliciously with every step. Pam headed for the stairs.

Bess was waiting in her room. She handed Pam the harness that held the dildo, and without saying a word Bess dropped the robe she was wearing and laid on the bed. Finally she whispered, "fuck me, Pet," and opened her legs.

Later in the shower, after both women had been on the giving and receiving end of 'Mr. Friendly', Bess told Pam that she was going to have a small dinner party the next night. She wanted Pam to help her. It was Friday, and Bill could watch the kids. After all Bess needed her Pet to do the cooking and serving.

After they had dried each other Bess had Pam sit on her bed. "Look what I brought from Jake's Pet," Bess exclaimed as she dumped several items from her purse onto the bed.

In a small pile were the anal beads, two silver metal balls each a little over an inch in diameter, a black rubber cone about 3 inches long from tip to base, a black sleep mask and a gold plated thin chain, about a foot long with little adjustable round eyelets on each end.

"Miss Bess, what are all these thing for?" The housewife asked in a simple and credulous voice.

"Things for my Pet to enjoy."

"They are for me?" the child in Pam exclaimed.

"Well, Jake has loaned them to both of us Pet." Then she continued, "you know what the beads are for." Pam blushed remembering the intensity of her orgasm the day before.

Seeing her Pet color, Bess said, "They were wonderful, weren't they?"

Pam simply nodded her head.

"I'm sure these other things will be just as wonderful. Let's try these metal balls first. Lay back on the bed Pet and pull your knees up to your chest." Pam complied with a fluttering in her gut. What was Bess going to do?

With her knees touching her red tipped tits, Pam's vulva became a mound between her thighs. The flesh around her slit was pushed up and out. The skin tight and inviting. Bess noticed that little hair stubble was growing out where Pam had been waxed. She told the exposed housewife that she needed a trim. "When you take a bath at home use your razor and clean up those little hairs. Use a make-up mirror, Pet."

Bess ran a finger up and down Pam's slit for a few moments. It quickly became wet. "Now Pet, Jake told me that these are called Ben Wa' Balls. A woman is supposed to keep them in her vagina. They roll around inside. They are very therapeutic I'm told, and much more comfortable than walking around with 'Mr. Friendly' stuck inside you. With these you can bend and move easily. In fact, when you bend and move they are supposed to feel good. You can even exercise with these Pet."

Bess took one of the balls and popped it into her mouth. She wanted to warm the metal ball and moisten it. Remembering her last gynecological visit, Bess knew how uncomfortable cold metal felt inside a vagina. She wanted Pam to enjoy this experience. If what Jake said was true, these things would keep Pam's fuse lit constantly. Which was just what Bess wanted.

After a few moments Bess took the saliva coated ball out of her mouth and placed it at the center of the housewife's puffy slit. "Open up Pet, here it comes." Pam shifted and squirmed slightly as Bess pressed her hand against the ball. It didn't so much pop in as slide into Pam's pussy. "Ummm" was the only response from the housewife.

Bess' finger followed the ball into the buttery snatch. She kept pushing until the ball moved away from her finger tip. Bess could no longer feel the metal ball, it had slid deep into the recesses of Pam's cunt on its own, as if swallowed into the void of her sex. Bess was concerned that they might have trouble getting it out of Pam's cunt. She didn't want to have to go to the Hospital Emergency Room with Pam. How could you tell a Doctor that your friend had a steel ball stuck up her pussy? Then again, that certainly would humiliate Pet wouldn't it?

Then Bess remembered the amazing control Pet had over her vagina muscles, she figured that Pam could probably expel the balls without too much trouble. She placed the second ball in her mouth to warm it. This time when placed at the center of the slit, the ball almost leaped off Bess' finger tips into the clasping warm wet hole of the housewife. Pam groaned a little. Bess couldn't be sure but she thought that she heard a muffled click of metal. Almost like the two spheres bumping into each other deep within the housewife's sweet pussy.

"Ok Pet, put your legs down."

Pam lowered her legs, and immediately a quiet, "ahhh," escaped her lips.

"Stand up, Pet." Bess pulled Pam to her feet. The housewife stood, tits thrust out, but her thighs were clasped together.

"Spread your legs slightly." Pam moved her feet about 6 inches apart. Bess could see Pam's stomach muscles tighten as she flexed her vagina to hold the balls.

"A little farther." Pam spread her feet a foot apart. Beads of perspiration began to pop out on the housewife's forehead as she continued to flex her internal muscles. "Now take a step forward." Pam's right foot moved forward and the change in the muscles she was using, released the ball. She could feel it start to slide down her channel, picking up momentum, then popping through her pussy lips and landing with a thump between her legs. The other ball remained lodged deep inside of her.

A weak, sad "Oh," was all the housewife said as she looked from the floor to Miss Bess.

"Back on the bed, Pet. We will try again."

After several attempts Pam was able to walk gently around the room without "losing" a ball. The sliding and rubbing of the balls inside her oily snatch kept Pam wet and on edge. "That's good, Pet."

"I want you to keep the Ben Wa' Balls inside of you all the time now. And I MEAN ALL the time. At home, at work, shopping, at night in bed, wherever you go."

Pam looked unsure.

"You can take them out when you go to the bathroom, or when I tell you, that's it. Of course you have to take them out before Bill fucks you Pet. But from now on no more of that unless you ask me first. UNDERSTAND?"

Pam had confessed to Bess about screwing her husband the night before.

"Yes, Miss Bess."

"Of course most of the time you wear your big cotton panties so, you don't have to worry about dropping a ball at an embarrassing moment. If that happens, you will get the balls right back inside you as soon as possible."

"Yes, Miss Bess." Pam was wondering how she would be able to keep her mind on teaching or anything else with the balls rolling around inside of her.

"Good girl. We will look at these other toys another day. Now Pet, go home and be back here tomorrow at 6 O'clock. Don't forget to shave that stubble and no screwing around with your husband tonight."

Pam and Bess walked down stairs. Pam very walked gingerly, keeping her Ben Wa' balls in place. At the back door Pam finally got the courage to ask the question that had worried her since hearing of tomorrow's party.

"Miss Bess, when I come to your house I am always naked... Tomorrow..."

"Oh, Pet," Bess said feeling protective of her possession. "First, this is OUR house."

Pam smiled and felt a belonging to Bess like never before.

Bess smiled at her possession, "Second, no don't worry. When my guests are here you will be dressed." At least for a while Bess thought. She continued, "Take your clothes off when you come in tomorrow as usual, but then we will pick out something nice for you to wear. My guests won't be arriving until 7 O'clock so we will have time to prepare. I'll get all the food and it should take you no longer than an hour or so to prepare. We will be having something simple.

Pam went out the door. The fence was finished and Mr. Odom had dragged his picnic table into a corner of the enclosure. The three men were sitting playing Gin Rummy.

Pam slowly descended the steps to the patio. She went slow, fearing that a metal ball might pop out of her, and she didn't want that to happen. Of course her deliberate movements gave the men ample time to inspect her charms. Pam could feel their eyes boring into her naked flesh.

She was on the horns of a dilemma. Go slow and the dirty old men could gawk at her to their hearts content. If she moved fast then the humiliation of her cunt toys falling out would be unbearable. Pam opted to go slow.

As Pam reached for her panties, Bess appeared at the door. "Pet, you need to thank Mr. Odom and his friends for building you this fence for privacy. Go over to them and say thank you." Pam began to bend over slowly to put on her panties.

"DO IT RIGHT NOW!" Bess said in a harsh voice.

Pam shuffled over to the table, and stood with her thighs clamped together. She stared at the azure blue sky, unable to meet the eyes of the men.

This woman was a piece of art the three men thought. Nice big tits, with nipples red and hard. And that little bit of pubic hair on the top of her slit. She was beautiful. The old men had never seen anything like Pam except at a strip club or in some old 'Playboy' magazine that they all kept hidden from their wrinkly old wives. But here she was, not more than three feet from them, a naked blond goddess.

"God, look at her would you," one of the men exclaimed.

"I am, I am," the other replied.

Bess called from the door, "Pet, show them how thankful you are for their hard work. Show them your pretty pussy. Spread your legs a little."

Pam was mortified. How could she spread her legs? The balls might slip out of her very wet vagina. It was bad enough standing in front of these men completely naked. They were her neighbors for God's sake. They knew her husband and her kids. But here she stood displayed in front of them.

"Go on spread your legs, Mrs. Henderson," the evil Mr. Odom said, parroting Bess' order.

Pam gently slipped her feet apart a few inches. Another few centimeters of Pam's labia came into view.

"More," Bess ordered from the door.

God what was she going to do? She had her vagina clamped as tight as she could. She slipped her feet a few more inches apart. More of her moist crevice appeared to the delight of the onlookers.

"More."

Pam spread a little wider. Now she could feel the lower ball beginning to slip. Millimeter by millimeter gravity was pulling it downward. Her juices gathering in front of it like water being pushed by a window washer's squeegee. Making her channel even more slick and breaking the friction that held the ball in place.

The men could now see Pam's entire vulva and pussy.

"Man look at that cunt," one man said hoarsely.

The ball continued to slip. Pam's dilemma was maddening what could she do? Her hands fluttered at her sides. Involuntarily she raised one of her hands to her soft rounded lower tummy, just above her pubic patch. She pressed the heel of her hand into the soft flesh as if that might stop the movement. But the moment of truth was coming no matter how hard she tightened her pussy. Her flexing caused her wet slit to vibrate and jump.

"Look at her pussy, its alive," one of the men exclaimed.

The ball was now right at the opening. In a moment the men would be able to see the shinny metal begin to separate her engorged cunt lips and then it would fall onto the patio for everyone to see. They would see that their neighbor, a church going wife, mother and teacher had a sex toy jammed up her pussy like a common slut.

"This can't happen," Pam's mind screamed at her.

In a reflex action Pam slipped her hand down and using her middle finger, she solved her dilemma. In her mind it was the lesser of two evils. She inserted her middle finger between her cunt lips and pushed the ball back into her sopping fuck channel.

"Look, she's fingering herself for us."

"Look at her, she has her finger stuck up inside, playing with herself."

"Jeez, I never thought I'd see something like this."

Pam stood in front of the men, breasts heaving in shame. Her finger stuck in her pussy. Her face fell in resignation. This was all that she could do after all, she had no choice. Holding her vagina like a little girl caught doing something naughty. The old men witness to her humiliation.

Finally, Bess called out, "Get dressed Pet. Go home."

Pam walked away from the men. Her hand holding her vagina closed. She slumped on the steps, and heard the door shut above her. Wearily she carefully pulled on her panties. The men watched as she got dressed.

As Pam walked to her house one of the balls slipped out and bounced around inside of her panties. By the time she got inside it was nestled between the cheeks of her ass. Pam hiked up her skirt, reached into her panties, slid the ball deep into her womb, then headed to her car to pick up the girls from school. At least sitting in the car she wouldn't have to worry.

