Kristine and Mrs. Anderson



	
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Kristine and Mrs. Anderson
FF FFf bd D/s toys, sod. ALL PARTS 1,2,3.
	
	
Part 1
	
	
	"Now Kristine, are you sure you-all 
is ready to get into this stuff now?" 
Jimmy asks in his slight southern drawl as 
we fly down Route 191 in his ancient pick-
up truck.
	
	"Yes Jimmy, we've been around and 
around with this, I'm totally ready."
	
	I smile at my new boyfriend in 
anticipation for what he has planned for 
me, it's truly and utterly perverted! My 
parents hate Jimmy, they think he's too 
old for me (he's forty-six and I'm twenty-
two). They disapprove at what they see as 
his wild lifestyle. I still live with my 
folks in our big house in northeastern 
Pennsylvania, near Stroudsburg. I work 
part-time at the Mays department store and 
attend the nearby community college three 
days a week as an English major. I'm the 
youngest of three daughters and my Dad's 
just a bit, actually a lot, overprotective 
of me.
	
	Anyway, I think Jimmy's a complete 
dreamboat. We met about a month ago when 
my girlfriends and I were out at the bar. 
I do have to admit that I'm one of the 
prettiest girls in town. He's tends bar at 
the one cool club in town, and believe me 
there aren't many out here in the middle 
of nowhere. And now he's mine, all mine! 
Over the past two weeks of our 
relationship Jimmy has been a wonderful 
lover. We fuck almost every night. I like 
sex, like it very much, and make no 
apologies for that fact. Last week he 
introduced me to bondage and discipline 
stuff, I just love it! He says I make a 
perfect Sub, which is short for 
subservient or submissive, which I 
certainly am! I never realized I could 
have so much fun in my boring little town.
	
	"Okay now, I'm just checking, maybe 
we should go over the plan again just to 
be sure you fully understand it. I think 
it'll be a whole lot of fun, but I just 
want to make sure you're really up to it, 
sweet cakes."
	
	"All right Jimmy, it's so simple, you 
blindfold me and tie me up, and then have 
one of your friends come over and fuck me 
silly while you watch," I respond trying 
to sound confident. So far our little 
games have been just between the two of 
us. I've never done anything quite like 
this before, it turns me on every time I 
think about it!
	
	"Umm, yes, yes sugarplum, that about 
sums it up. And, now this is important, I 
get to choose who does the fucking, of 
course." Jimmy says with a big grin while 
keeping his eyes on the road.
	
	"But Jimmy, you know my rules, they 
have to be trustworthy, clean and keep 
their mouth completely shut about our 
little games here." Jimmy and I have been 
through variations of the same 
conversation for the past few days in 
preparation for our next session. I want 
him to be crystal clear on this point.
	
	"Yes, yes one hundred percent 
understood. I can personally vouch that 
the person I have in mind is all the 
things you mentioned there."
	
	"Oh Jimmy, the very thought of it 
just drives me crazy! Can't you give me 
just a little hint, will it be Bobby, the 
one with the dark hair from the bar."
	
	"Well now, sweetheart, if I tell you 
who it will be, well that will spoil the 
surprise, now wouldn't it."
	
	"I guess you're right," I say, 
pouting a bit.
	
	"Oh, yea, just one more thing, Marcie 
and Jeff want to come over and watch you 
meet your mystery lover, would that be 
okay? If it's too much for you I won't 
even mention it to them."
	
	I think about it for a moment. Marcie 
and Jeff are an older couple that Jimmy 
and I hang around with. They're about 
Jimmy's age. Even though I recently met 
them I think their fun people to hang out 
with, but letting them in on our sex 
games? Jimmy will be there watching, and 
that's part of the turn-on, including 
Marcie and Jeff would just add to it I 
guess. The thought of including more 
people to watch me get totally fucked by a 
stranger makes me feel even sexier!
	
	"Umm, okay, but that's it, just 
Marcie and Jeff, nobody else." I blush as 
I say it, I can't believe what I'm 
agreeing to. 
	
	"Great, wow! Hey this is going to be 
fun, great fun!" Jimmy gives me one of his 
thousand dollar smiles as we pull up to 
the small house he rents.
	
	
	So here I am, anxiously waiting. I'm 
'positioned' inside the front porch, 
blindfolded, with my wrists bound in 
front. Jimmy put me on top of a wooden 
stool in a corner of the porch. I'm 
wearing nothing but my cotton panties and 
a long pink mesh tee-shirt. Jimmy, Marcie 
and Jeff sit on a bench across from my 
stool. The cuffs are made of soft calf's 
leather and firmly hold my wrists together 
on my lap. My blindfold is a thick black 
scarf tied around my head. My nipples are 
already hard, and my pussy wet just from 
being bound and displayed in this way!
	
	I can't believe I'm going through 
with this! I'm getting turned-on just by 
being so exposed in front of Jeff and 
Marcie.
	
	"I guess it's true that blondes do 
really get to have all the fun," Marcie 
teases me from her spot on the porch 
bench. "But hey Kristine, you do look 
great perched there on Jimmy's special 
stool." Marcie and I have a running joke 
about who has more fun. I'm a natural 
blonde and she's a brunette. 
	
	"Thanks Marcie, maybe soon we'll see 
you tied up and made ready for a mystery 
lover!" I tease back.
	
	"Oh hon, believe me, I've been there. 
Now I just like to sit back and watch 
sweet little things like yourself go for 
the ride."
	
	"Kristine, you beauty is quite 
precious, you're much to good for the 
likes of Jimmy here," Jeff pipes in, 
needling Jimmy before I can ask Marcie 
more questions. I blush at his remark, 
wondering how he sees me, bound arms, and 
all. 
	
	"Hey, hey, hey now," I hear Jimmy 
pipe in from his spot across the room, "me 
and Kristine have been getting it on quite 
fine now, haven't we sugarplum."
	
	"Yes, Jimmy, you're my man," I tell 
my boyfriend. 
	
	I'm going nuts just sitting here, 
waiting for my mystery lover to arrive 
while Jimmy, Jeff and Marcie ogle my 
nearly naked body from the safety of their 
porch bench seat.
	
	"Jimmy, I've been sitting here tied 
up for a while now!" I complain, pulling 
at my wrist bindings. "I'm going crazy 
here. Where is this mystery-fuck guy?" 
	
	"Kristine, patience just isn't one of 
your strong points, now is it dear?" Jimmy 
chastens me. "I'm sure they'll be here 
real soon. You're lookin' just great. It's 
all setup. I'll ask one more time, are you 
sure, absolutely sure you're ready for 
this? You know what my rules are, you can 
back out at anytime, no questions asked."
	
	"Arhh, Jimmy, damn you, I'm so God-
damn ready." I gulp, swallowing the rest 
of my sentence as I hear a car crunching 
up the driveway.
	
	Everyone becomes quiet. The car door 
slams shut. I'm going nuts with 
anticipation. My stomach flutters as hear 
footsteps slowly coming up the driveway 
gravel. I'm trembling with excitement, my 
heart thumping madly. I can't believe I'm 
doing this! The porch door creaks opens. 
	
	I swallow and try to look alluring as 
possible. I spread my legs slightly and 
jut out my chest while pulling on my wrist 
bindings, hoping to look extra sexy for my 
special stranger. Damn this blindfold, I 
so want to see my mystery man! Adrenaline 
pumps through me as I hear the footsteps 
approaching. Wow, the time has come, I'm 
actually going to go through with this!
	
	Marcie suddenly laughs out loud for 
some reason. I gulp as I sense the 
stranger right next to me. 
	
	"Oh!"
	
	Sharp fingers take hold of my arm. 
The stranger guides me off the stool and 
into the house. My mystery lover moves me 
quickly through the house, into what I 
think is Jimmy's bedroom! Being 
blindfolded it's hard for me to know for 
sure. I hear Jimmy, Marcie and Jeff 
following behind. 
	
	I'm led carefully to the bed and made 
to lay own in the middle of it. I can't 
see a thing through this damn thick scarf 
wrapped many times around my head. The 
mystery person firmly takes my hands and 
stretches my arms way above my head, with 
my elbows pointing to the ceiling. The 
stranger efficiently attaches my cuffed 
wrists to the short swivel anchored to the 
middle of the bed's headboard. Jimmy has 
bound me in this configuration before, 
with my legs free. The swivel chain allows 
my lover (whoever that might be!) to 
easily flip me over on my stomach, or on 
my back, whatever is necessary to achieve 
the desired position. I hear Jimmy, Marcie 
and Jeff giggling and sitting down on the 
couch across from the bed.
	
	I pull slightly at my cuffed wrist 
bound above my head and ease back over the 
bed. I'm shaking. This is so crazy. The 
bedroom is completely quiet now. I sense 
the stranger pick up the bottom of my tee-
shirt in two strong hands, pulling it up 
and away from me. Oh! How I wish I could 
this person. There's a sudden ripping 
sound as the stranger rips open the entire 
front of my tee-shirt! 
	
	I let out a gasp as cool air hits my 
now exposed chest and nipples. I jump 
slightly in my bound state as two hands 
reach down and take hold of my breasts. I 
whimper as the stranger pulls and kneads 
my tits with long, sharp fingers. 
	
	This is happening so fast! I moan as 
my mystery lover really works over my 
breasts, pinching and shaking my nipples. 
I twist around against my wrist bindings, 
groaning at being touched liked this. The 
blindfold is really driving me nuts. I can 
only see darkness from the scarf around my 
head. The fingers touching over my body 
feel simply magical. A glowing warmth 
begins radiating outward from my exposed 
chest.
	
	My nipples are wickedly tweaked and 
tweezed. I tremble as I realize my mystery 
lover has long fingernails! The stranger 
leans over me, their fingers molding and 
shaping over my breasts. The person kisses 
me under my neck with soft full lips. The 
stranger's body pressing into me is not 
the body of a man, but rather the soft 
curves of a woman!
	
	"Oh, oh ooh!" I groan and stammer in 
complete surprise, my stomach fluttering. 
"Ji-Ji-Jimmy,  th-this person is a wo-wo-
wo-woman!" 
	
	My mystery lover is female! This 
WOMAN playing with my chest and kissing my 
neck leans up. A finger slowly traces 
upward between my breasts. 
	"Oh my God! Jimmy! I-I've never done 
it with another woman before!" I hear 
Jimmy, Jeff and Marcie chuckling from 
across the room. Jimmy is so mean. He 
knows how conventional I am, knows how 
much this pushes my limits. I'm very 
excited, but this is another woman! 
	
	"Why yes sugarplum," Jimmy explains, 
matter-of-factly from across the room. "I 
got a nice lesbian lady, a blonde just 
like yourself, to give you a real good 
fucking tonight. I told her all about you 
baby, so she understands just how 
completely submissive you really are." I 
groan in embarrassment as Jimmy continues. 
"Now Kristine, I know you ain't never made 
it with a another woman before, so I 
figured our little session here this 
afternoon would be a great time for you to 
start. And as an added bonus, we get to 
watch your first lesbian fuck -umm, 
encounter, that is."
	
	"Jimmy!" I stammer, pulling at my 
wrist bindings. A woman! A lesbian woman. 
Wanting to make love to me!
	
	"So tell me sugarplum, should we 
proceed from here?" Jimmy asks, "or is it 
just too much for you and we'll call it a 
night?" 
	
	It's so true, I've never made love to 
another woman before, and certainly never 
considered myself a lesbian. I'm so horny 
right now, my entire body is just aching 
to be toyed with! I do love to experiment, 
how bad could it be?
	This woman, whoever she is, has 
already stirred me in the most tantalizing 
way.
	
	"Ow! Ok, y-yes! Lets continue!" I 
blurt out. A deep blush blooms out on my 
checks. This is so wild. I'm really going 
to be screwed by a woman! I only have the 
vaguest notion of how two women actually 
make love.
	
	My mystery lover (a lady!) sits next 
to my prone, secured form. I involuntarily 
shudder as she leans over me again. I feel 
something soft and wet slipping into my 
mouth. Oh my God! It's, it's her tongue. 
Her hands come up to the side of my face 
and she holds me firmly in place as she 
gives me a deep frenching. Her wet tongue 
slowly explores the inside of my mouth. 
Now I'm becoming more turned-on, I 
returned her kiss. Our tongues slather and 
side all over each other. I can't believe 
I'm here, blindfolded, wrists bound to the 
headboard, exchanging tongue with another 
woman!
	
	"Okay Angie," I hear Jimmy say. 
"You've toyed with our little pet enough 
now. Why don't you take her blindfold off 
and show our little slut who you really 
are."
	
	Angie? That name is familiar to me. 
I'm also slightly embarrassed that Jimmy 
is calling me a slut in front of all these 
people. The woman leans off me and I feel 
her nimble fingers untie the scarf from 
around my head.  
	
	I blink and try to focus on the 
figures in the bright bedroom. Jimmy, 
Marcie and Jeff are still on the old couch 
in the back of the bedroom. I look at the 
woman sitting next to me on the bed. She's 
strikingly beautiful, with long blond hair 
and a short black party dress, much taller 
than me, and.
	
	"Oh my God! M-Mrs. Anderson?" I 
stutter. "Oh, It's you!" The Anderson's 
live right down the block from me. Our 
families have been friends for years, 
their good friends with my parents, and I 
know her daughters. The Anderson's are 
frequently over for dinners and barbecues.
	
	"Yes Kristine, it really is me," Mrs. 
Anderson says smiling down at me while one 
hand absently plays tantalizingly between 
my breasts. I gulp and squirm. This is 
truly unbelievable. Of all the women it 
could be, my mystery lover is Mrs. 
Anderson from down the street!
	
	"Angie Anderson and I are old 
friends," Jimmy helpfully informs me from 
across the room. "I figured your first 
lesbian experience would be much more 
enjoyable by getting fucked by somebody 
you already know, like an old friend of 
the family. Angie has also been lusting 
after your sweet ass for some time now."
	
	"Thank you Jimmy," Mrs. Anderson 
snaps at my boyfriend. "I'll take it from 
here, thank you."
	
	"Yes, ma'am," Jimmy replies, 
deferring to the older woman sitting next 
to me. I can't believe this is happening, 
Mrs. Anderson, proper, old, Mrs. Anderson 
is my going to be my mystery lover 
tonight!
	
	"Ah Kristine, sweet little Kristina, 
your sweet little ass does look truly 
wonderful all trussed up to the bed here."
	
	She gentle traces her fingers along 
my breasts, down to my stomach, to the 
edge of my panties as she talks to me. I 
look down at her magic fingers. I still 
can't believe proper Mrs. Anderson, from 
right down the block, is sitting on this 
bed next to my bound body, wearing a 
skimpy party dress and, and coming on to 
me!
	
	"I know this is all a bit mind 
blowing for you Kristine, you were always 
such a good little girl." She looks down 
at me with the kindest of smiles. "And I 
know Jimmy has somewhat prepared you for 
our special session tonight. I just want 
you to know we can stop now or at any 
time. I'm into domination and submission. 
I'll do the dominating, and you'll be 
doing the submitting. I've planned quite a 
session for you tonight. I'm going to put 
your sweet young ass through the works. 
Are you sure you're ready for all this?"
	
	"Oh, Mrs. Anderson," I groan and look 
up at Mrs. Anderson. "Ooh, this is crazy. 
But y-yes, yes. I'm ready!" I blurt out 
quick older woman leaning so close to me. 
"But, but what exactly do you have 
planned, I'm, umm, not really sure how two 
woman make love." 
	
	Mrs. Anderson takes my nipples, one 
in each hand. I close my eyes and moan. 
She begins to gently, but firmly twist and 
pull them upward.
	
	"Oh! Ooh, Ooooooow, Ooouch." I 
suddenly stammer and squirm around. I look 
down in amazement as Mrs. Anderson's (Mrs. 
Anderson, of ALL people!) freely plays 
with on my tender nipples. Jimmy, Marcie 
and Jeff are watching Mrs. Anderson and me 
with rap attention.
	
	"Well my little one," Mrs. Anderson 
replies, running her warm fingers over my 
belly and daintily tracing around my hips. 
"I'm going to make love to you as a Dom, 
which is short for Dominate, but also as a 
another woman who will fully and 
completely appreciate your girlish 
youthfulness, as only a woman truly can. 
Hmm.among other things tonight I'm going 
to screw you pussy-to-pussy, then maybe 
fuck you slowly up the ass, to put it 
crudely, and then we'll both get it on 
with a double-headed dildo. Hmm, yes, lets 
get started by checking out what treasures 
you have hidden away under here."
	
	"Oh!" I gasp looking down. Mrs. 
Anderson slowly slips one hand along my 
belly and slowly under my panties. I 
whimper and groan, pulling against my 
cuffed wrists attached to the bed's 
headboard. Her fingers are warm against me 
as she cups over my pussy. At first her 
touch is light, almost like the fluttering 
of a butterfly, but her fingers become 
more insistent. She begins rubbing me up 
and down between my legs! My hips respond 
by following her rocking motion. Her hand 
feels wonderful, I can't believe Mrs. 
Anderson is rubbing me like this, touching 
my most private place!
	
	"Hmm, Kristine, your little cunt 
feels quite, quite lovely, " the older 
woman tells me, smiling sweetly down at 
me. I redden as Mrs. Anderson's hand 
rummages freely between my legs, moving 
around under my panties. Her fingers push 
between my labia! "Hmmm, yes, you're 
rather wet, aren't you. Perhaps it's time 
for my fingers to do a little more 
exploring. Ah, yes, baby yes. There we go, 
nice and easy.."
	
	"Huh!" I cry out. Her two fingers 
slowly push into my wet tunnel with a 
slick, squishing sound. Her digits easily 
ride up into me! Her thumb hooks around, 
and slowly plays across my poor swollen 
clit!
	
	"Ah! Umm, Oh! Mrs. Anderson, y-you're 
so nasty, y-y-you, oh! your are driving me 
wild!" I blurt out like a love struck 
puppy. She gently works my pussy, knowing 
exactly what she wants. She goes right for 
the heart of the matter, no ambiguity at 
all, leaving me utterly enthralled by her 
forceful yet gentle caress. This is so 
unlike many of the guys I've dated, with 
their quick and clumsy clutching. 
	
	"Honey, if you think this is nasty, 
we have a long, long way to go tonight, 
it's going to be truly, truly fun. Mmm, 
Kristine, you're going to be my nice 
little love-kitten. Oh yes, I already like 
the feel and squishiness of your little 
quim here. For being such a little slut, 
you're still nice and tight. Mmmm, nice." 
Her fingers are fully inside me, moving 
around and driving me crazy! "You're quite 
a responsive little bitch, that will come 
in handy during our little show tonight."
	
	"Oh!" I'm so utterly turned-on by 
Mrs. Anderson's fingers inside my pussy. I 
instinctively roll my hips slowly up and 
down. I arch my back, pushing out my 
chest, offering my breasts to this 
wonderfully perverted older woman. She 
goes on talking, keeping her finger's 
inside me, deliciously moving them around 
inside me!
	
	"Now that we've gotten this far, I 
can tell you that I've watched you become 
quite the little slut-about-town with the 
men in the last few years. Now I will to 
fully introduce you to the many different 
varieties of woman-on-woman loving. From 
my talking to Jimmy I understand that you 
also enjoy bondage and a more than a 
little humiliation."
	
	"Ooh." I moan, lost in her touch and 
nasty words.
	
	"Well," she continues. "I very much 
enjoy degrading young gals like yourself. 
As you now know, I'm a Dominatrix, and I 
understood you've become quite the little 
Sub. I going to suck and lick just about 
every inch of your young luscious body, 
and, of course, I'm going to fully, and 
completely, penetrate your pussy, and your 
cute little butt, using a number of 
specialized toys I have in my bag of joy 
here. Also, I will take my time and hope 
to make you cum repeatedly, turning you 
into a little 'cum geyser', and then I'll 
really, really, enjoy making you squirm 
and beg for more in front of all your 
friends here. Tonight Kristine, I'm going 
to fully test your wanton limits, I'm 
going to turn you into my own special 
lesbian strumpet. Now, enough said, let's 
get started."
	
	"Oorrph!" This is mind blowing! I 
groan dumbly and pulled at my bound hands 
still firmly attached to the bed's 
headboard, watching her continue the 
sordid assault between my lewdly parted 
legs. My head is reeling and my heart 
pounding with desire as I listen to what 
she's going to do with me. Even Jimmy 
never went so far. It's unbelievable! I 
would never, never have imagined that Mrs. 
Anderson could be so downright lecherous. 
	
	I'm really going nuts from the 
sensations being generated by her fingers 
buried in my pussy, from my wrists being 
bound, and from the astonishing words 
coming from this older woman, who has been 
a family friend for years, and is old 
enough to be my mother!
	
	"All right sweetcakes," she says, 
withdrawing her finger from me and 
grasping the crotch of my panties. "I 
don't want my little lover getting excited 
too soon now. And you'll certainly won't 
be needing these for the rest of the 
night." In one swift move she pulls the 
panties off my body. 
	
	"Ah!" I cry out in disappointment and 
shock as the cool air of the room hits the 
moistness between my legs. Oh! I redden 
deeply as I realize everyone in the room 
can now freely see my completely naked 
body.  It makes me feel exposed and quite 
defenseless, but also wicked sexy in a 
burning, strange way.
	
	"So Kristine, are you really sure 
your ready for all the special activities 
I have planned for you tonight? " 
	
	I nod. Mrs. Anderson hops off the bed 
gracefully. She slowly undresses in front 
of me.
	
	It's an incredible sight to look down 
the bed, past my poor love-swollen body 
and see a nude Mrs. Anderson lewdly 
looking me over with her steely-gray eyes. 
She's very scary in the intensity of the 
look she's giving me. Her face is bright 
and smooth, framed against her shoulder-
length blond hair with just a hint of 
crinkles in the corner of her eyes. She 
obviously works out hard, with long, 
developed legs and well-defined biceps. 
Her breasts are nice and large. Her 
stomach is almost perfectly flat, with 
just a bit of paunch, which she carries 
well.
	
	Mrs. Anderson climbs onto the bottom 
of the bed near my feet like a cat on the 
prowl. My knees are up and my legs 
together. She kneels near my feet and puts 
her a strong hand on each of my knees and 
begins to slowly spread my legs open.
	
	"Come on little Krissy, open up these 
slender legs and show everyone your very 
special flower. You know I'm here to eat 
it up good, and make you into a nice 
girlie snack." 
	
	I close my eyes and tilt my head 
back, blushing in embarrassment, but also 
quivering with ferocious anticipation. I 
let Mrs. Anderson's strong hands guide and 
spread my legs wide open on the bed. Now 
everyone in the room can really see my 
exposed pussy! I can't believe I'm doing 
this, letting Mrs. Anderson (a woman!) 
sexually ravage me in front of all my 
friends! It's so wild and wickedly 
delicious.  
	
	Mrs. Anderson's hands push against my 
open knees. Her hands very slowly trace 
down the inside of my thigh and rest light 
on top of my pussy. I feel Mrs. Anderson 
begin to softly kiss the inside of thigh, 
just below my knee. Her kisses get wet and 
very sloppy as she maddeningly makes her 
way down the inside of my thigh. She fully 
opens her mouth and use her slimy tongue 
and teeth to gently bite my tender inside 
thigh as she moves down. Oh! This is so 
crazy. I know exactly where Mrs. Anderson 
is heading.
	
	I feel the older woman's thumbs 
gently press into each side of my pussy, 
her other fingers spread over my ass 
cheeks. She's holding and maneuvering the 
inside of my hips like bowl of fruit!
	
	"Oh Kristine, my sweet little 
Kristine, I'm looking directly into your 
astoundingly pretty cunt, and aaah, what 
an absolutely beautiful, beautiful sight 
it is to behold. Oh, you poor baby, It's 
all pink and swollen, your lips have 
blossomed open like the petals of an 
exquisite flower. I'm really enjoying 
introducing you to the joys womanly 
lovemaking. I'm going to eat you out now, 
I take it you've never been eaten-out by a 
woman before?"
	
	"N-noo," I croak, looking down, 
pulling on my arm bindings.
	
	"Oh" I mumble as Mrs. Anderson's lips 
land directly on my pussy! I can't believe 
a woman's mouth is on my most private 
place! It's like an electric shock of 
pleasure. She kisses me again, and again, 
and again, each time a little more deeply, 
until I feel the wild sensation of her 
entire face pressed entirely between my 
legs. Her nose sniffs on my clit, her chin 
rubs next to my asshole, her cheeks rub 
against the sides of my innermost thigh. 
	
	"Oh! Ooooh!," I cry out loud in 
pleasure as Mrs. Anderson's tongue licks 
up and then down the sides of my pussy 
lip. I groan again loudly as her mouth 
opens wide and engulf my entire clitoris. 
She slowly laps over my clit and then 
nibbles and gently bites at it, causing me 
to wiggle and shake, pulling on my 
bindings. Her soft, hot tongue moves 
slowly down, fully entering my pussy.
	
	"AH, Ooh! Mrs. Anderson, that feels 
so good, please, please, please fuck me, 
fuck me with your tongue!" I suddenly 
blurt out, surprising even myself. I hear 
Marcie chuckling from the couch. I've 
temporarily forgotten that there are 
watchers in the room with Mrs. Anderson 
and me.
	
	"Not so fast my little love-bitch," 
Mrs. Anderson says. I open my eyes and 
look down at the older woman crouched 
between my wide-open legs. She smiles up 
at me, her face completely plastered with 
what must be my own love-juice.
	
	"Oooh," I gurgle in disappointment. 
	
	"Don't worry sweetcakes, it certainly 
ain't over yet," my new lover says. She 
hops off the bed and retrieves a gym bag 
from the floor. She sets it aside on the 
edge of the bed and takes out a small blue 
bottle.
	
	"I hope this is still warm," she 
mutters and takes off the cap, pouring a 
small amount of bluish liquid into her 
hands. 
	
	"Yes, it's perfect," she says while 
pouring the contents of the bottle 
directly onto my tummy, chest and torso. 
The blue liquid is warm and very slick.
	
	"This is just a little love oil to 
make us girls nice and slippery," Mrs. 
Anderson looks down at me while 
deliciously spreading the warm oil all 
over my body. She puts the cap back on and 
throws the bottle back into the bag. 
	
	Mrs. Anderson kneels between my legs 
again, this time on her hands and knees. 
The older woman kisses me up from my 
belly, slowly moving over my prostrate 
body. She licks and laps my breasts and 
sucks on my hardened nipples, gently at 
first, and then bites them with hard, 
gently force. I look down at the older 
woman, trembling with desire.
	
	Mrs. Anderson moves completely over 
me, her hips gently resting between my 
open legs. Her lanky body feels warm and 
firm against me. Her mature breasts feel 
great as they slide and flatten against my 
own. She brings her face above mine and 
kisses me passionately as her muscular 
body flattens and settles on top of me. 
It's just out-of-this-world that I'm bound 
to this bed, naked, with Mrs. Anderson, of 
all people, naked on top of me! She slowly 
insert her tongue into my mouth, it's 
thick and wet, she takes her time swirling 
it around.
	
	"Mmmm, Kristine, my little cunt, 
you've been shaking your sweet little butt 
all around town, now its time for you to 
get properly fucked by one nasty lesbian." 
She rubs and squirms against me. "Mmmm, 
isn't nice the way our bodies slip and 
slide together. I'll bet you never thought 
I would be your lover?" She arches and 
squirms her body against me while looking 
directly into my eyes.
	
	"Oh, oh God! N-no, no Mrs. Anderson I 
g-g-guess not," I reply, shyly returning 
her gaze.
	
	My marvelously wicked older woman 
gets up on her elbows and begins to slide 
back and forth against me with gentle 
force. She uses the fact that my hands are 
cuffed and bound to the headboard to get 
even more leverage.
	
	With a big smile on her face Mrs. 
Anderson slowly arches forward, pressing 
down and grinding her pussy deeply into 
mine. She presses her hips between my 
wide-open V-spread legs. The effect of her 
sweaty, greasy body pressing, ardently 
rubbing into me is pure, pure magic! Our 
hips pick up a crazy, bucking tempo, our 
pussies come to squash and ooze 
pervertedly together. Our trim pubic hair 
creates an incredible lusty friction. My 
new (lesbian!) lover takes a fistful of my 
hair forcing my head back. She wildly 
kisses my neck, face, eyes, nose and 
mouth. She bites, pinches and sucks at my 
neck, driving me crazy with desire. 
	
	Mrs. Anderson arches on top of me, 
wiggling, writhing and thrashing against 
me with intense abandon. I can't believe 
what we're doing! This beautiful older 
woman is actually fucking me! How 
wonderfully different it is. We begin to 
loudly slap and mash together with urgent 
female need. I pull on my bound arms to 
push myself up and into Mrs. Anderson. 
	I'm very warm and racked by hot 
pleasure, transported to that otherworldly 
place of lust and pure sensuality. My 
orgasm wells out from my deepest, most 
secret self. It blossoms out from within 
my tummy and hips. My lips part as Mrs. 
Anderson slips her wet, dripping tongue 
into my mouth. I suck it down and try to 
hold onto to it with my lips, despite our 
increasingly wild and bucking fornication. 
My entire being is completely opened to 
this woman. Our swollen pussy lips 
frenetically rub, slide and squish into 
each other with a wet squishing noise, as 
if they're trying to transfer some secret, 
very urgent message. We're burning, 
drenched and slippery. I'm melting into 
Mrs. Anderson's body! We're now one very 
smelly, sweaty carnal beastie. 
	
	"Oh! oh! ooh! Aaaaarh!" I scream out 
at the top of my lungs. My orgasm 
overwhelms me, my toes curl and my back 
arches up as I gush, and gush with sticky 
love-juice, mixing, oozing and slamming 
wetly against Mrs. Anderson's wonderfully 
soft gash. 
	
	
	PART 2
	
	Mrs. Anderson is close to her own 
orgasm, and not quite finished yet. She 
leans off me, just a bit, to increase her 
leverage and really grind into me. We're 
rhythmically locked together. I look up at 
her, what a beautiful sight! Mrs. 
Anderson's usually well-coifed hair all 
wild and loose, strands plastered to her 
lovely, sweaty face, her full breasts 
bouncing madly to our fervent tempo. 
	
	Our eyes lock together for a second. 
Mrs. Anderson grabs my shoulders and stops 
moving, pressing her pussy hard against 
me. Her eyes close and eyebrows come 
together, her mouth opens but no sound 
comes out, just a small amount dribble 
flows over her lower lip, down her chin 
and all over my breasts and face. A look 
of the most exquisite agony overcomes her 
face. Her pussy gushes warmly all my pussy 
and thigh. She moves her hips against me 
again as a large amount of her own sticky 
love-fluid flows from between her legs. 
Her cum soaks into my pussy and pubes, 
running deliciously down my asscrack, 
pooling in a warm and sticky puddle under 
my butt.
	
	Mrs. Anderson's body finally relaxes 
and softens on top of me. She nuzzles her 
face between my head and shoulder. We 
giggle liked goofy schoolgirls. 
	
	"Wow, you gals sure are good 
together," a forgotten Marcie pipes in 
from across the room. Jimmy, Jeff and 
Marcie we're watching us the whole time!
	
	"Mm, Mm, Mm, I'll second that. Please 
don't stop on our account!" Jimmy, my 
boyfriend adds.
	
	Mrs. Anderson rolls off me. We're 
both panting and recovering. 
	
	"Kristine, that was truly, truly 
wonderful," she smiles at me from across 
the bed. "You're a truly responsive young 
woman," she tells me while tussling and 
fingering my hair. "I wanted to first fuck 
you just woman-on-woman with no toys, to 
show you how special love-making between 
two woman can be. With that out of the 
way, we can now graduate to my little bag 
of love-toys. The night is still quite 
young, you know, and there's still many 
more ways that I going to screw, and 
perhaps, humiliate you by."
	
	"W-What toys," I ask sheepishly. My 
wrists are still cuffed to the bed's 
headboard. I look down at my sweaty body. 
Jimmy, Jeff and Marcie are intently 
watching us from the couch by the wall. 
	
	"Mmm, well Kristine," Mrs. Anderson 
smiles at me from the side of the bed, her 
hands roaming across my slick tummy and 
causally squeezing my breasts.  "Basically 
I have a special toy to fill every one of 
your three slutty holes, your mouth, 
asshole and of course, this wonderful 
little cunt of yours."
	
	"Oooh" I reply inanely as her hand 
palms me right between my legs.
	
	"But first Kristine-baby, before I 
impale your sweet ass, lets see if we can 
rev-up your little pussy-flower again," 
Mrs. Anderson teases me while getting on 
her side and leaning against me. Her naked 
body is warm against mine. I feel like 
such a little girl when she talks to me 
that way. My cheeks burn red as she slowly 
kisses my face and nibbles on my ear. 
"Hmm, I'll bet I'll have this cute box 
spasming again real soon."
	
	She nibbles on my ear as her hands 
push my legs open once again. The wicked 
older woman slowly rubs her palm on the 
soft inside of my upper thigh. Her pointy 
tongue licks along my neck. She rubs the 
heel of her hand into my pussy mound! This 
older woman is turning me into a little 
horn-ball again!
	
	"Oh Kristine, my beautiful girl, your 
little twat is really heating up again! 
Hmmm, Let's move on to the next phase of 
our love-making."
	
	Mrs. Anderson leans up off me and 
reaches into her bag near the edge of the 
bed. I pull up on my bindings trying to 
get a better look at what she's doing. I 
gasp as she pulls out what looks to me 
like a squat plastic dildo with a very 
bristly head and warty surface, the end 
flaring out into a wide disc. She also 
takes out a small jar of some kind of 
clear jelly and works it all over the 
plastic dong. She then places the strange 
thing directly on my chest, between my 
breasts!
	
	"Kristine, sweetie, my little plastic 
friend here soon will be completely 
planted deep up your ass, isn't that a 
nice idea?"
	
	"Ohh," I groan at such a totally 
disgusting, wicked idea.
	
	 From what Jimmy tells me you've 
never had the pleasure of a real ass-
fucking before, but I guess there's a 
first time for everything. This is a 
special kind of anal-plug, it's bumpy 
surface will really heighten your first 
complete act of sodomy." 
	
	"Oh God, Mrs. Anderson," I moan with 
mounting crazy desire. What she's saying 
is true, we don't see a lot of variety out 
here. "That's such a nasty looking thing!" 
	
	"Yes, it sure is sweetheart. All 
right then Kristine, it's bottoms-up 
baby." Mrs. Anderson moves the plastic 
thingy off my chest to the side of the 
bed. 
	
	"Ho-o, my!" I'm surprised as she 
hooks her hands around my thighs and 
smoothly flips me over on my stomach. My 
arms are still connected to the headboard, 
through the swivel chain. She arranges me 
so I'm on my knees and elbows, with my ass 
jutting upwards. My forehead rests on the 
pillow. This is so, so nasty. My heart is 
pounding. I can't believe what's about to 
happen to me.
	
	The older woman's hands caress and 
roam up and down my exposed backside. 
	
	"Kristine, your young ass is every 
bit as sweet as I've imagined it to be, so 
nice and tight and round," Mrs. Anderson 
informs as I feel her tongue lathering up 
my butt.
	
	"Ooow, Oh!" I yelp in surprise as 
Mrs. Anderson's sharp teeth bite into my 
backside. I hear Jimmy and company 
chuckling from the couch. I never knew 
Mrs. Anderson such a wicked side. Her man-
handling is making me quite excited again.
	
	"First I think we're going to have to 
loosen you up a bit girl," the older woman 
exclaims. She rummages through her 
equipment. I gulp when I hear Mrs. 
Anderson putting on a pair of latex 
gloves. 
	
	"Don't worry sweetcheeks, I have a 
pair of rubber gloves on now and I'm 
lubing them up with some of my special 
butt oil. I think you'll go nuts when you 
feel my fingers wiggling their way up your 
ass." 
	
	"Oh, Oh God!" I gulp and groan aloud. 
I really never knew Mrs. Anderson could be 
so wonderfully and utterly nasty.
	
	 Mrs. Anderson's cool fingers spread 
my ass cheeks wide open. Wow! I can't 
believe this is happening! I'm going to be 
finger-fucked in the ass, by a woman! Not 
only that, she's also my neighbor no less. 
It's so completely wicked, I just love it. 
My pussy is sopping wet.
	
	"Ooooh," I gasp. Mrs. Anderson's 
latex covered hand massages over and 
around my anus. I groan and shake in my 
bindings as the tips of her fingers press 
against my rear hole, making slow circles, 
working their way into me! It feels quite 
odd when her pointer finger slides 
completely into me, right up to her 
knuckle! 
	
	"Now that's something you don't see 
everyday," Jimmy observes from the couch. 
Jeff and Marcie chuckle at my obscene 
predicament. 
	
	 I shutter as Mrs. Anderson 
manipulates my bottom, twisting her finger 
around inside me! She takes her time 
rummaging around in my rear. I sob as the 
older woman slowly slips her finger out of 
my ass. I hear the unmistakable sound of 
Mrs. Anderson taking off her latex gloves.
	
	"Easy there baby," Mrs. Anderson coos 
to me softy. "I just wanted to warm you up 
a little. Now Kristine, you did good. You 
need to relax your little butt as much as 
possible now. Hmm, yes, I'm really going 
to enjoy watching your sassy young ass get 
fully taken tonight."
	
	"Oouch!" I yelp and moan into the 
pillow as I feel the contact of the plug's 
oily, mushroom shaped and soft bristly-
knobby head pressing direct against my 
rear opening. Oh! This is so wild! Mrs. 
Anderson is so, so naughty. 
	
	"Easy baby, relax, just relax. I'm 
just going to gently, but firmly twist and 
turn the plug into your beautiful ass 
now."
	
	"Aarh OH! OH! Ooooh!," I cry out into 
the pillow in short huffs as Mrs. Anderson 
does just that!
	
	"Oh God!" I whimper and shake. The 
knobby thing feel huge as it presses hard 
against my anus. I tremble as the wide, 
greasy-rounded plastic head noses into me 
just a bit but then stops tight and stops 
moving any further. 
	
	"Ooooh," I gasp. Bizarre sensations 
well up from my poor bottom, a disgusting 
rasping feeling mixed with the most 
extreme lurid pleasure.
	
	"Now Kristine, you going to have to 
work with me here. You going to have to 
relax those sweet cheeks of yours just a 
bit now."
	
	"Oh! Oh-my! Arrrh!" I wiggle and 
squirm as the plug bristly twists against 
me, but makes no further progress.
	
	"I have an idea. Hey Marcie," Mrs. 
Anderson calls over to the  couch. "Why 
don't you come over here and suck face 
with our little friend here. She needs a 
little distraction." 
	
	"Sure thing Angie, I'd love too." 
Marcie gets of the couch and comes 
pattering over to the bed. I can't believe 
it. I barely know Marcie. I'd never 
thought we'd wind up kissing!
	
	"Hiya sweetie," Marcie says while 
climbing on top of the bed near my head. I 
take my head off the pillow and look up at 
Marcie's pretty face. Long brown hair and 
soft brown eyes frame her heart shaped 
face. She gently pushes back the hair that 
has fallen over my face. She lifts up my 
chin and brings her soft lips to mine. 
Wow! She's really a great kisser! Our lips 
slip and slide together. I relax and moan 
as her tongue gently traces over my lips.
	
	"Yes, yes in we go!" Mrs. Anderson 
cries out. 
	
	"Oh my! Oh my!" It feels wonderfully 
gross as my anal ring quivers and slowly 
weakens. It's fighting's a losing battle 
against the insistence greasy knob 
pressing into me.
	
	"Aaaah! OH! Mrs. Anderson!" There's 
an odd popping sound as the wicked dong 
fully breaks through and continues 
traveling up and into me in short, hard 
clenching movements. 
	
	"OH!" What a bizarre sensation! It 
feels like I'm having a tremendous bowel 
movement. But that, that just can't be 
true! I feel the plug's obscene plastic-
bumpy surface oh-so tightly sliding INTO 
me. I know something has to be moving IN 
not OUT!
	
	"Thank you Marcie," Mrs. Anderson 
says, "you did great, you can sit down 
now."
	
	"Sure, anytime." Marcie climbs off 
the bed.
	
	"Oh! Oooooh!" The dong-thing feels 
HUGE to me. I buried my head in the pillow 
as my rear entrance makes lewd 
involuntarily attempts to closed and clasp 
around the thickening oncoming shaft. My 
face is hot and flush. I can't believe 
Jimmy, Marcie and Jeff are watching this 
from across the room.
	
	Mrs. Anderson firmly presses and 
turns the strange dong up into my bottom 
with a slow and rock steady pace. It feels 
huge and disgustingly pleasurable inside 
me. I sob and whimper, pulling on my bound 
wrists as I sense what I hope is the 
widest part of the plug moves into me and 
wickedly opening up my ass. 
	
	"Oooow, Mrs. Anderson!" I sob and 
squirm on my knees over the bed, 
perceiving every slow inch of the pole's 
incredibly ribbed-greasy contoured 
diameter slowly sliding up into my 
uselessly clenching anal muscle. I sense 
the older woman's deliberate strength 
behind the plug.
	 
	"Ooh yes, yes my little Kristina," 
The older woman coos softy. "Your taking 
your first anal penetration very, very 
well now baby. Slowly, slowly, that's it, 
just inch-by-inch. Ah, yes, yes, in we 
go." 
	
	Mrs. Anderson continues to press the 
wonderfully awful dong into my body. She 
relentlessly twists and rotates the thing 
and up and into my poor ass. I tremble and 
whimper. It feels like a kind of obscene 
and incredibly thick buttery rod that's 
endlessly blossoming open inside my ass. 
The room is completely quiet now, just the 
perverse glistening sound of the plastic 
intruder making its way up my bum!
	
	My ass involuntarily squirms and 
attempts to clamp down on the intruding 
dong-thing, but it's useless of course. I 
put my head down and moan into the pillow, 
pulling on my bound arms and arching my 
butt up. The plug-thing slowly fills me 
up, expanding deep inside my bowels. In a 
extraordinary wicked way I feel like my 
whole backside is being shucked wide open. 
I can actually feel the wonderfully horrid 
thing teasingly press against the back of 
my pussy! 
	
	"Ah yes, Kristine, my little fuck-
toy, the plug is almost all the way inside 
you now," she tells me. I feel the wide 
disc stop against my butt, preventing the 
anal invader from moving any further into 
my quaking body. I'm brimming with the 
most delicious, most perverted fullness 
welling up from inside my ass. My thighs 
are shaking. I groan and bite into the 
pillow, leaning on my bound arms. I 
experiment by squeezing and rolling my 
hips and thighs slightly, causing the 
strange plug to give me wild sensations.
	
	"Well, I think our little lady here 
is taking her first anal penetration 
quite, what do you folks think?" What a 
question for Mrs. Anderson to ask! It's 
even worse when I hear Jimmy, Marcie and 
Jeff murmur their agreement from their 
viewing spot at the couch. 
	
	"Well, Kristine, I have to admit your 
sweet little butt does look pleasingly 
depraved with my nasty butt-plug stuck way 
up in there. Now what would mother and 
father say if they could see their proper 
little cheerleader all bound-up and well 
plugged." Mrs. Anderson lightly rests her 
hand on top of the plug's disc, sending 
more crazy sensations up and into my 
bottom.
	
	"Oh God, M-Mrs. A-Anderson, th-this 
is just between us in the room, p-
please.." 
	
	"Why of course dear, of course. I 
just love to watch the oh-so-proper girl 
next door become a my wanton sex-toy." 
With that, Mrs. Anderson palms the end of 
the discs and begins to forcefully rotate 
the plug around inside my butt, creating a 
wet squishy sound and driving me totally 
insane.
	
	"Aaaaaaaaah, Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh God! P-
please M-Mrs. Anderson!" I groan out loud 
as shocks of raw pleasure shoot up from my 
poor bottom. Her ministrations are making 
me crazy!
	
	"So tell me little one, should we 
fuck each other silly with a large double-
headed dildo I have in my bag?"
	
	"Y-yes, OH! y-yes, y-yes, God-YES!, 
p-p-please," I whimper to Mrs. Anderson, 
my lesbian lover!
	
	"Well, okay then, Jimmy can you get 
me one of your wooden kitchen chairs and 
place it near the bed.?"
	
	"Sure thing."
	
	I'm in a daze. My ass, pussy and 
nipples are on fire! Mrs. Anderson lets go 
of my ass and uncuffs my wrists from the 
headboard. She quickly re-cuffs my hands 
together behind my back.
	
	"Kristine, be a good girl, go and 
kneel in front of the chair Jimmy just 
brought and await my instructions."
	
	"Yes, Mrs. Anderson." Breathing 
heavily I slowly hop off the bed, every 
movement causing the anal plug to shoot 
more wild sensation up my bottom. I kneel 
obediently on the carpet, in front of the 
plain wooden kitchen chair Jimmy just 
provided.
	
	My lover, Mrs. Anderson, pulls out a 
10-to-12 inch double-headed dildo from her 
bag of tricks. My pussy twitches when I 
see the thick bulbous heads on each end of 
the phallus coming into view. I gulp as I 
visualize what Mrs. Anderson and me are 
probably about to do to each other with 
such a monster double-dong!
	
	She puts the dildo on the side of the 
bed, and sits on the chair with her knees 
together and crooks a finger for me to 
come towards her. I follow her order, 
obediently shuffling forward on my knees. 
My arms bound behind me cause my chest to 
jut out. I move awkwardly towards Mrs. 
Anderson like an obedient bitch in heat. 
	
	She opens her legs wide and smiles 
sweetly down at me as I scuffle close. As 
my tummy meets the front of her chair, our 
eyes lock. Mrs. Anderson leans forwards 
and grabs my head. She kisses me fully on 
the mouth, and kisses my nose, chin, 
cheeks, eyes and hair. Her kisses are 
hard, wet and torrid. She laps at my face 
with her long, pointed tongue. I'm quite 
heated now as I return Mrs. Anderson's 
kisses. I kiss her full lips, her face and 
neck. 
	
	With her strong arms on my shoulders 
she directs me downward to her breasts, 
which I happily feast upon. I lick, suck 
and bit gently the older woman's nipples. 
She closes her eyes and murmurs in 
approval.
	
	"Ooh Ooh, Kristine, sweet, sweet 
little Kristine, so young, so fine.." 
	
	My face is between her warm breasts 
when Mrs. Anderson's places her hands on 
the sides of my head and begins to push me 
even further downward. I bend lower 
willingly. I've always though of all the 
crazy sexy, depraved things I would try, I 
would never, never, eat out another woman, 
but that seems like a lifetime ago.
	
	Her hands hold and direct the back of 
my head to that soft magic place between 
her legs. I draw in her wonderfully strong 
musky scent. My tongue is out and my eyes 
are closed as I lap up between Mrs. 
Anderson's swollen pussy lips. She grips 
the back of my head. I lap her up like a 
little doggie. I find her clit and suck on 
it and twirl it around on my tongue, then 
run the flat part of my tongue back and 
forth between her pussy lips, just as she 
did to me earlier. She gently pushes me 
up.
	
	 "Aaah yes, my little one, very good, 
I think we're quite ready now."
	
	Shakily I get to my feet. Mrs. 
Anderson grabs the double-headed dildo 
from the bed and rubs one end of it along 
her pussy. The dildo disappears into Mrs. 
Anderson's love-tunnel. Leaving the other 
end to bob obscenely between her legs.
	
	"Come here darling, spread those 
skinny legs of yours climb and onto my 
lap."
	
	I can't believe I'm doing this! With 
my wrists bound behind me, anal plug in my 
butt, my nipples hard and pointing 
forward, I walk, trembling just a bit, to 
Mrs. Anderson. Her one hand is lewdly 
feeding the dildo into her pussy, the 
other beckoning me towards her.
	
	I spread my legs wide to straddle and 
climb onto Mrs. Anderson's lap, like I'm 
riding a horse. I'm wobbling back and 
forth because my toes can barely touch the 
floor. I intensely feel plug in my ass 
moving about. Her naked thighs are warm 
where they meet mine. We're now face-to-
face. My breasts are almost at level with 
the older woman's.
	
	She holds my waist with one hand to 
steady me and scoots me forward a bit, 
causing the other end of bulbous dildo to 
rest against my pussy. 
	
	"Mmm, Kristine, now isn't this quite 
cozy?" Mrs. Anderson looks me directly in 
the eye. "Are you sure you're ready for 
this honey?" She asks while looking down 
at the free end of the dildo.
	
	"Y-yes, oh yes!" I hiss. I can't 
believe what we're about to do!
	
	I look down and watch in amazement as 
Mrs. Anderson takes the free end of the 
dong and rubs it up and down along my 
twitching pussy. She pushes the big 
bulbous head between my outer lips, 
opening me up a little. I gasp and close 
my eyes at the intense and very intimate 
contact. The soft dildo head feels 
incredible firm and oddly spongy as the 
older woman pushes and compresses the 
thing between my (now quite slippery) 
pussy lips. It feels great as the wide 
head enters my body. The dildo slips just 
inside me. I can't believe I'm now 
attached, pussy-to-pussy, to Mrs. 
Anderson!
	
	"Okay, my sweet, sweet baby, up we 
go," Mrs. Anderson coos to me as she takes 
hold of my hips and gently lifts me up. 
She very, very slowly lowers me down and 
onto the upright phallus, causing 
	the end of the dong to push up and 
into my love-tunnel!
	
	"Aaah, Oh, Ooh, oh my! Oh my! Oommph! 
OH GOD!, YES! I-I-I.oh WOW!" I gurgle and 
moan inanely. Warm pleasure spreads up 
from my between my legs as more of the big 
dong slides up and into me. I'm being 
slowly cleaved wide open, right here on 
Mrs. Anderson's warm lap!
	
	"Yes, yes, that's it baby, Oooooh 
yes, that's my good little girl. Your 
taking it quite well. Oh Kristine, my 
little Kristine, you're so soft, so 
light." Mrs. Anderson looks down and 
watches intently as the dildo rides up and 
into me.
	
	I do feel so small and special when 
she talks to me that way! I twist around 
and writhe in my limited movement, causing 
the most unbelievable sensations from my 
impaled pussy as I sit here straddling her 
lap. It's a good thing she's holding me by 
the hips, because with my arms bound 
behind me, and my toes barely reaching the 
floor I don't have a good sense of 
balance. 
	
	The older woman presses me closer to 
her. She opens her mouth and kisses me 
passionately on the lips. I attempt to 
return her kisses and groan as the dildo 
continues to move up and into me, 
splitting me open. inch, by-agonizingly-
slow inch. As I slide forward and down on 
the thick rubber dong our pussies are get 
closer and my legs are lewdly splayed 
wider and wider over the older woman's 
lap.
	
	Slowly and instinctively our hips 
begin to jerk and rotate around. Each 
movement translates into our shared 
double-dildo, causing it to slide, and 
squish around in our pussies. The 
sensations are just incredible!
	
	"M-M-Mmmh-OH!" I whimper as our 
impaled pussies come to mash together. I'm 
now fully pressed against the older woman, 
tummy-to-tummy, pussy-to-pussy and breast-
to-breast. I bounce up and down and in and 
out while straddling her lap. I 
intuitively run my mouth and tongue along 
her neck and shoulder, drooling on the 
older woman just a little. We bounce and 
mash together in this fashion for quite a 
long time. Once again I feel transported 
to that otherworldly place of endless 
pleasure. I'm so hot and sweaty as I give 
in and respond to every squishy bumpy and 
driving movement from Mrs. Anderson's 
hips. In a weird way I feel like I'm once 
again melting into this older woman, like 
a slice of soft cheese on hot apple pie. 
I'm being absorbed into her very pores! 
	
	I groan at all the incredible 
sensations. I roll my hips down to further 
skewering myself onto the older woman. I 
arch my back and shamelessly push my chest 
into the face of my wicked, wicked lady 
lover. Mrs. Anderson responds by taking 
hold of my shoulders and manipulating me 
to devour my breasts. She bites, nips and 
wildly suckles me repeatedly from breast 
to breast. She holds my nipple between her 
teeth and pushes my shoulders back, 
causing me to groan and whimper in pain 
and pleasure. She rocks her hips fiercely 
up and down, causing me to jerk and bob 
uncontrollably on our shared dildo. 
	
	"Oh, my, oh my," the older woman coos 
between mouthfuls of my wobbling breasts. 
"Poor, poor, poor little Kristina. She's 
now a quite the hot little fuck-toy, isn't 
she!" She holds me tightly to her sweaty 
body as our hips violently buck and mash 
together. We're both glistening with 
slippery sweat. I gasp and groan as the 
plastic invader twists, slips, slides in 
and out of me. Our swollen, pointy clits 
touch together to deliciously squish and 
rub together, nose-to-nose.
	
	"Aaah! Oh Yes! Oh Yes! Oh! I'm 
really, really fucking you, you little 
bitch, you little slut-girl-twat! Aah! I'm 
fucking your little-girlie brains out! Oh! 
And you love it! Oh! You feel so fucking 
great! You nasty little bitch! Oh! Y-you 
just love it, you-you little twat!"
	
	Mrs. Anderson cries out as her hips 
move in a quick series of short, very 
intense jabs causing me to bounce and bob 
faster on her lap. She throws her head 
back with a look of intense concentration, 
then slows down a bit and smiles up at me. 
I pout in disappointment as she stops 
moving her hips. At this point I'm 
helpless to stop my own hips from their 
own obscene gyrating motion.
	
	"Oh Kristine, okay, okay, let's have 
some fun and make you cum like the good 
little-girl fuck queen you are," Mrs. 
Anderson teases as she wraps one hand 
around my waist, holding still my 
hyperactive hips and impaled pussy close 
to her body.
	
	She once again fastens her mouth and 
sucks in my nipple, clamping her teeth to 
me and playing her tongue across my 
sensitive nip. I bite my lower lip and 
whimper. While holding me very still on 
top of the dildo and chewing hard on my 
nipple, the wicked older woman reaches her 
free hand around to my backside, and 
fingers and grabs hold of the anal plug 
still deeply lodged up my rear!
	
	"OH! OH GOD! Oooh, Oh, Oh, Oh Mrs. 
Anderson!" I babble as I realize the 
depraved action she has in mind. 
	
	I whimper and sob on her sweaty lap, 
leaning my head onto her shoulder as she 
slowly pulls the spiky plug out of my 
anus. My rosebud feel loose and rubbery as 
I feel the head of the plug resting 
against my bottom. She very slowly re-
inserts the spiky thing back up my ass! It 
slides into me quite easily this time. I'm 
swamped by a dirty, guilty pleasure as 
many, many wondrous sensations shoot 
through my body.
	
	"Aaah, Aaaah, oh my, oh my oh M-Mrs. 
Aaah-Aaah-Anderson, OH!"
	
	She picks up a slow, steady tempo, 
pumping the bumpy anal phallus in and out, 
in and out, of my poor ass. An 
embarrassing wet smacking sound comes from 
my butt every time she re-inserts the 
thing back into me! It's just too much! 
The wicked older woman has her teeth 
clamped on my nipple, and I'm completely 
impaled on our shared double-dildo!
	
	I squeal, whine, and moan, pulling at 
my bound arms while continuing to lewdly 
gyrate and bounce on the older woman's 
lap. Mrs. Anderson, my proper neighbor 
from down the street and good friend of my 
parents relentlessly works me over! My 
straddling legs clamp down, and hold 
tightly around the older woman's thighs. 
My God! What have I've become here? I'm 
her impaled bouncing girlie-sex-toy! I 
squirm wildly up and down, completely 
entrapped on the older woman's lap. She's 
relentlessly pumps my ass in-and-out, in-
and-out, with that obscene plug-thing, all 
the while mouthing and sucking hard on my 
nipple!   
	
	"G-g-grrr, ga, ga, gr, Oh! Oh! Oh! 
Oh! Aaaaaarhhhhh! OH! Aaaaaaaaarhhhhh!" I 
tense-up, arching my back and pressing 
myself tightly against Mrs. Anderson's 
heated body. My orgasm takes me by 
surprise by how quickly it overtakes me, 
ripping through me like white fire, 
starting from the deepest place in back of 
my distended and impaled pussy, shooting 
up my back, up to my breasts, down my 
legs, curling my feet and toes. She holds 
me close as I tremble, shudder and shake 
up and down on her lap. After a long while 
I finally relax, and take a deep breathe.
	
	Mrs. Anderson gently kisses my neck, 
working her way up to my lips. She takes 
my head in her hands and we softy kiss. We 
explore each other's lips, tongue and 
mouth for a bit, in a kind of post-orgasm 
bliss. 
	
	"Mmm, Mrs. Anderson, that was so 
wonderful," I gush, smiling at the older 
woman. 
	
	"Yes, yes it was. All right baby, I 
think that's enough for now," Mrs. 
Anderson tells me as she lifts me off the 
dildo into a standing position. 
	
	"Wow!" Jimmy exclaims from the couch. 
"That was out-a-sight!"
	
	Mrs. Anderson helps me clean myself 
up as everyone stretches, somewhat dazed, 
and calls it a night. Mrs. Anderson, Jeff 
and Marcie go home. Jimmy is really worked 
up and we quickly fuck. Jimmy is okay, but 
I'm already thinking of how Mrs. Anderson 
and I can get together again. 
	
	
	PART 3
	
	A few weeks later my family is having 
our huge famous summer barbecue. Family 
and friends gather together in our large 
backyard to consume tons of corn, dogs and 
beans. I worked hard in the morning with 
my parents and sisters to get the house 
and yard ready for the big shindig. I'm 
nervous with frenetic energy because the 
Anderson's will be part of the crowd 
coming over to visit. This will be the 
first time I'll be seeing Mrs. Anderson 
after our wild lesbian encounter at 
Jimmy's. I haven't heard from Jimmy all 
week and suspect he has moved on. I don't 
seemed to care that much about him either 
way. He's nice but I've been dreaming more 
about Mrs. Anderson lately.
	
	People start showing up, the burger's 
sizzle on the grill. The Anderson's 
finally arrive. My heart is in my throat. 
Mr. And Mrs. Anderson, with their two 
daughters walk up, saying their hello's to 
everyone. My Mom relives Mrs. Anderson of 
two large homemade pies she's carrying. 
Just seeing Mrs. Anderson again makes my 
pussy tingle. I'm struck with how utterly 
normal and proper she appears, wearing a 
modest floral print dress with a blue bow 
in her hair and a big white pocketbook at 
her side. She play's the part of typical 
suburban house perfectly, no sign of the 
dominatrix-bitch lurking beneath. I'm sure 
that no one at our gathering today would 
even suspect that just a few nights ago 
Mrs. Anderson had me bound and well-
plugged as she fucked me silly.  
	
	She smiles at me and says hello, as 
she usually does, politely asking about my 
work and school. Even though my ears burn 
red with memories, I answer in the typical 
fashion; schools okay, work is fine, blah, 
blah blah.
	
	Mrs. Anderson doesn't show the 
slightest hint of the nasty things we've 
done. The barbecue party continues in the 
bright afternoon sun. Little kids race 
around, as us adults mill about chatting, 
drinking pop and beer and swatting at the 
flies. My oldest sister, Suzy, has four 
young noisy kids of her own which I help 
take care of. 
	
	 The kids run off, and for a while 
I'm left alone at the one of the picnic 
tables. I gulp and tremble slightly as 
Mrs. Anderson comes by and sits down next 
to me. For a while we don't saying 
anything. The two of us just staring off 
in the afternoon heat. 
	
	"Kristine, I'll get right to the 
point. I'm aroused as hell just looking at 
you here, in your soft blouse and tight-
fuck-me blue jeans. Let's make love right 
here and now. I've brought some special 
toys in my handbag that I'm just dying to 
try out on you. Maybe we could go up to 
your bedroom. You have a lock on the door, 
right?" 
	
	 She says this as in the most 
nonchalant way, as if we're just two gals 
talking about the county fair!
	
	"Mmm, Mrs. Anderson," I respond 
trying to stay cool but completely excited 
by the idea. "Y-you m-mean now? That's 
very nasty, with everyone around and all." 
	
	"Yes honey," she says while 
innocently tracing a finger along my 
shoulder blade. "That of course is the 
point."
	
	
	Two minutes later I'm sitting on the 
bed in my bedroom, waiting for Mrs. 
Anderson. Looking around at my rows of 
stuffed dolls and the light pink 
wallpaper. I know that it's time I find my 
own apartment. Being 22 is just old to 
stay at home with my parents. 
	
	I hear heels coming down the hallway. 
Mrs. Anderson enters my bedroom with a 
whirl. She closes the latch and turns 
toward me. We smile at each other and my 
cheeks blush lightly. 
	
	"Hi, sweetie," she says grinning at 
me. "I know this is just a little crazy. 
Um.is it too much Kristine? It-it just 
makes me feel so wild, so naughty, the 
idea of taking you right here, right in 
your own bedroom with our friends and 
family just outside. Just let me know, at 
any time, if it's too much and we can 
stop."
	
	I giggle and return her grin. I 
nervously stare down at my hands crossed 
in my lap.
	
	"Um, no Mrs. Anderson, it-it's just 
fine with me. Umm, L-lets do it! I've been 
dreaming about you all week."
	
	"Hmm, good, good. I've been thinking 
about you too dear." 
	
	Mrs. Anderson puts her large handbag 
on the bed and sits down very close to 
next me. Her hand gently traces up and 
down my back. She nuzzles and kisses my 
neck, I titter at the caress of her soft 
lips. 
	
	My heart beats rapidly as the older 
woman slowly pushes my shoulders way back 
and down against the bed. I'm on my back, 
facing up as Mrs. Anderson moves to her 
side and nestles close to me. The dusty 
afternoon sun shines across my bedroom 
walls. I still hear the noise from the 
barbecue below even though my bedroom is 
on the second floor
	
	She gets down next to me and nuzzles 
my neck with her soft lips. I sigh and 
close my eyes as her hands roam across my 
tummy, down to my jeans, across my thighs 
and than around again. She feels up and 
over my shirt, fondling and pressing on my 
breasts, then moving up to my shoulder and 
then back down over my chest again. I keep 
my eyes close and thoroughly enjoy Mrs. 
Anderson's caressing of my body. Her touch 
is very light at first, and then becomes 
more insistent. Her nimble fingers 
unbutton my blouse down my chest and 
across my tummy. 
	
	Mrs. Anderson kisses me firmly across 
my cheek, up to my nose and then softly on 
my lips. I turn my head and return her 
kiss. Our tongues poke out and entwine. 
Her hands slowly move over my tummy and 
under my bra.  She cups and molds my 
breasts like pizza dough. She's really 
turning me on now. I never imagined myself 
a lesbian, but I have to admit that what 
Mrs. Anderson is doing to me really feels 
great!
	
	Our tongues dance as she plays with 
my chest. Her other hand comes between my 
legs and rub along my blue jeans to work 
long my inner thigh. She grabs my crotch 
and fondles me through my pants. I let 
loose a low moan of pleasure, giggling 
nervously as the older woman unbuttons my 
jeans and casually zip them open. 
	
	"Oh!" I groan in pleasure as her palm 
rubs along my pussy mound. She continues 
to kiss me fiercely as her hands squeeze 
and knead my breasts and pussy.  She moves 
down to kiss and bite along my neck. She 
inserts two finger up into my now sopping 
pussy. A thrilling agony wells up from 
between my legs as she slowly mashes and 
slides her thumb directly across my clit! 
	
	"Oh, Oh! Mrs. Anderson, y-your so 
nasty!" I murmur to my wicked lover, short 
on breath. I can't believe I'm having sex 
with Mrs. Anderson, right here in my 
girlhood bedroom, with the sounds of our 
family picnic in full swing just outside 
my window! 
	
	"Mmmmm," is the older woman's only 
response. She kisses under my neck and 
squishes her fingers around deep inside 
me. Her intense handling is really turning 
me on!
	
	I whimper and pout when she means off 
me and withdraws her hands. 
	
	"Kristine, I want to see your sweet 
ass as naked as the day you where born." 
	
	Mrs. Anderson finishes undressing me. 
I help her out as she lifts my blouse over 
my head. She unclips my bra and lifts it 
off. I groan when she briefly lowers her 
mouth to my now exposed breasts. She 
engulfs me, sucking upward on my tender 
bosom, treating me like a melting ice 
cream cone. Oh! She's so wild! I groan as 
Mrs. Anderson takes my nipple between her 
teeth and shakes me a bit. My lesbian 
lover moves down to my feet dangling over 
the edge of the bed. She quickly takes off 
my sneakers,  but leaves my pink cotton 
socks on. I close my eyes, I feel so 
wonderfully wicked. She removes my blue 
jeans, I raise my butt to let her slip the 
pants off me. Mrs. Anderson doesn't stop 
there. I feel her warm fingers take hold 
of my panties. She pushes them down and 
off my legs!
	
	I'm now completely exposed before the 
older woman!
	
	"Kristine dear, why don't you open 
your eyes and get off your sweet ass. Just 
kneel on there bed for a bit and watch me 
get undressed."
	
	"Um.okay Mrs. Anderson." 
	
	I do as the older woman tells me and 
kneel on my soft, springy bed facing her. 
I blush deeply as she looks over my now 
naked body like a predator. She smiles at 
me sweetly, looking directly in the eyes 
as she begins unbuttoning the front of her 
dress. I gulp. I'm once again struck with 
just how pretty Mrs. Anderson is. Soft and 
shapely, but also strong, with a hint of 
definition to her biceps, her breasts are 
nice and round, much bigger than mine, her 
legs well defined and muscular. 
	
	She moves towards the bed like at 
cat, getting on her knees on the opposite 
side. We come together, face-to-face, and 
embrace. She holds me just under my arms 
and presses me tightly against her. Her 
breasts feel great against me! She's so 
warm and firm. Since she's taller than me 
she needs to lean down a bit to kiss me 
fiercely. I kiss her back. Mrs. Anderson 
then starts kissing me all over! On my 
cheeks, eyes, nose and down my neck. I 
feel completely swept away here in her 
arms. 
	
	I just want to absorb her into me! I 
kiss the older woman back, sliding my lips 
down her throat, along her shoulder and 
onto her chest, leaving a trial of sweet 
spittle as I go. I suckle on her breasts 
like a hungry little baby.  
	
	"Mmm, oh! Kristina, sweet little 
Kristina, that so nice, so wonderful," 
Mrs. Anderson coos, cradling me to her.
	
	"Aaah, Kristine, Ummmm, Kristine," 
she says gently pushing me off her. "Let 
try something fun. Why don't you lie down 
on the bed proper. And I'll get over you, 
but in reverse, so we can lick each other 
between the legs. It's called the 69 
position, and it's very, very nice."
	
	"Okay." I quickly agree and lay down 
in the center of the bed. Her idea is so 
wild and nasty, I just can't wait to try 
it! She turns around and places her knees 
over me, straddling my tummy backwards! I 
look down in amazement as Mrs. Anderson's 
butt moves up and then directly over my 
face! The older woman gently brings her 
wet and musky pussy to rest over my nose 
and mouth. I'm overcome with her womanly 
scent as she begins to rub back and forth 
over my face. I quickly adjust as my nose, 
mouth and cheeks are plastered with her 
flowing love juices. She hooks her hands 
under my thighs and pushes my legs opens. 
I shudder and tremble as Mrs. Anderson 
fastens her mouth to me pussy! It's like 
an electric shock of pleasure that 
reverberates through me.
	
	I attempt to return the favor by 
opening my mouth to lick and slurp on the 
tender-soft pussy mound splayed over my 
face.
	
	"Oh baby, oh my sweet little baby, 
that's good, that's so fucking gooood," 
Mrs. Anderson murmurs to me. She moves her 
hips slightly so my mouth has complete 
access to her quim. She returns her mouth 
to my pussy. We both focus on licking, 
lapping and grinding against each other, 
mouth-to-pussy, pussy-to-mouth in 
wonderfully perverted womanly passion. My 
bed bounces a bit with our earnest 
slurping. Mrs. Anderson inserts her tongue 
into my pussy and slowly licks up and out! 
I echo back the same actions to the older 
woman's pussy. We're so totally wicked! Me 
and Mrs. Anderson, up in my bedroom 
engaged in fierce oral sex during the 
family barbecue!  
	
	We're in a endless loop of giving and 
receiving the most intimate kind of 
pleasure. I loose myself to the 
overwhelming passion coursing through my 
body. Our twisting, grinding, slurping and 
licking reaches a fevered crescendo. We 
both cum almost at the same time. My back 
arches and my hips shake wildly as my 
orgasm wells out, and spasms into Mrs. 
Anderson's mouth. She groans and I feel 
her soft pussy tremble and twitch around 
my inserted tongue. She's already quite 
sopping wet, but nothing prepares me for 
the deluge that follows. Gobs and gobs of 
her love juices begin to flow from between 
her engorged pussy lips. I lick and laps 
it up in delight, but my mouth cannot keep 
up with the demand. Her juices run all 
over my face, down my cheeks, over my 
chin, and sloping and soaking into my 
hair. 
	
	"Aaaaarrh, Oooooh, baby. Oh my sweet 
little baby, oh, a-aarh, a-aaaaaarh!" Mrs. 
Anderson moans as she lift her face from 
my spent pussy. She continues cumming all 
over my face! She arches against me, her 
thighs clamp tightly to me, her pussy 
grinds into my mouth and nose. I hear 
mothers yelling at their kids running 
around outside at the barbecue as Mrs. 
Anderson's love flow continues to squirt 
past my lips, down my chin, even pooling 
up in my ears!
	
	Finally her spasming pussy slows 
down. She whimpers and moans as she comes 
down from her high. She gets off me and 
turns around. We both laugh when we face 
each other. Her face is plastered with my 
love juices!
	
	"Wow, Kristine, don't you look like 
the perfect little cunt-licker," she tease 
as she nestles down next to me. The older 
woman kisses me directly on the lips, 
forcing my mouth open. I hold onto her 
shoulders, as her tongue lazily plays 
across my own. We taste each others (and 
our own!) musky woman-scent. She stops 
kissing me and we lay in each other's arms 
in a gentle post-orgasmic embrace. 
	
	She holds me close to her body as we 
lie on our sides with our legs entwined. 
She kisses my neck lightly. Her hands roam 
up and down my back, kneading, and molding 
my ass cheeks. Our breasts push   
deliciously together. I close my eyes and 
tilt my head back. Mrs. Anderson's body 
feels great against mine. She's so warm, 
so strong. As her magic hands continue to 
caress, the older woman mashes her pussy 
over my hip and thigh while manipulating 
her own thigh to press and slide over my 
own. I can't believe it. She's revving up 
again, heating us both up! Mrs. Anderson 
is totally unstoppable! 
	
	I moan and melt into the older woman 
as we thread, twist and twine against each 
other on my bed. The late afternoon sun 
provides a warm glow throughout my 
bedroom. Mrs. Anderson's body is like a 
glowing-tan muscular snake, twisting and 
rasping through me.
	
	
	"Oh, baby, your such a sweetie, so 
young, so pleasingly pliant." She leans 
away from me. We look at each other in the 
face. I blush under have intense gaze, and 
then relax. Her angular face, and bright 
eyes are simply beautiful. 
	
	"Kristine, I have a strap-on dildo 
and wrist cuffs in my bag. I'd want to 
secure you to the bed here and fuck you 
with the strap-on. It would be a very nice 
cap to our little session this afternoon. 
What do you think, should we continue, or 
called it a day? You know you can tell me 
to stop at any time."
	
	"Um." I pretend to consider her 
question. She's so wonderfully wicked, I'm 
getting quite wet again just thinking 
about it. "Yes! Yes! Let's do it, let's do 
it all Mrs. Anderson!"
	
	She positions me on my back in the 
middle of my bed and stretches my arms out 
wide. She takes a pair of soft leather 
cuffs attached to adjustable chains out of 
her handbag. She loops the chains around 
each end of the bedposts. In no time she 
has my wrists bound wide to my own 
bedposts! She places a pillow comfortably 
under my head, and places another pillow 
under my ass. She pulls a funny looking 
molded pink dildo out of her bag. A series 
of looping straps and clips are attached 
to the back of the thing.
	
	"I just love this strap-on, see how 
the back is covered with these firm 
bristles," the older woman shows me the 
strange plastic bristles on the back of 
the phallus.
	
	"Y-yes, I do Mrs. Anderson," I 
respond while twisting slightly, testing 
my wrist bindings.
	
	"Well these little suckers give me 
the most amazing sensations when fucking 
little sluts like yourself." She teases, 
and slips the thing over her legs, 
tightening the obscene dong to her crouch. 
My heart is pounding and I'm sopping 
between my legs as I contemplate what Mrs. 
Anderson is about to do to me! She bounces 
on the bed and gets next to me. The older 
woman places her hands over my chest. She 
deeply kneads and mashes my breasts 
together!
	
	"Just one more thing for you, my 
tender little peach," she says reaching 
into her handbag again. I groan when she 
pulls out two small metal clips, the clips 
are spring-loaded with nasty little 
rubber-padded teeth! 
	
	"Oh!" I groan again, looking down 
over my bound body as she grabs hold of my 
left breast. She pulls up on my nipple and 
attaches me directly to the metal clip, 
clamping the padded sharp teeth to my 
tender nip! A white-hot mix pain and 
pleasure shoots out over my chest. I 
whimper and moan as she gently lifts up, 
and shakes the nipple-attached clip. I 
yelp again as Mrs. Anderson attaches the 
next clip to my other nipple! I moan and 
shake as she takes a short metal chain out 
of her bag, and attaches it between each 
end of the nipple clips. The effect is 
that the chain forces my breasts together 
slightly! I close my eyes and pull on my 
bound arms, fully experiencing the 
strange, sharp throbbing sensations where 
her clips bite lewdly into me. The 
sensation emanating from my chest feels 
like a ceaseless, intense tweaking of my 
nipples!
	
	Mrs. Anderson leans up. She moves to 
the bottom of the bed and gets between my 
legs, pushing them wide open. I'm 
breathing rapidly as I look at the older 
woman, with her attached 'strap-on',  
perched between my open legs. She massages 
and strokes my inner thigh with her warm 
fingers.
	
	"Mmm, Kristina, my sweet little 
Kristina. Don't you look like the most 
perfect little love-slave, with your arms 
bound and your poor little tender nips all 
swollen and clamped up. I'll bet every man 
and woman at your barbecue downstairs 
would just love to come up here and fuck 
your sweet brains out. Hmm, it's an 
interesting thought, isn't it. But don't 
worry I wouldn't let them, I want to be 
only one who has access to your nice 
little pussy-hole."
	
	"Oh!" What a thing to say! Just for a 
second the image of fucking every man and 
woman at the family barbecue flashes 
through my mind, making my poor pussy even 
wetter.
	
	Mrs. Anderson moves over me. Her 
knees push again my open thighs. The dildo 
gently rests between my legs. She's on all 
four, directly over me now. Her hands are 
on the bed, near of my shoulders, 
supporting her upper body. She lowers her 
face to mine and we kiss wildly. The older 
woman breaks our kissing and reaches down 
to the strap-on. I shudder slightly as 
Mrs. Anderson positions the dildo's head 
against my quim. 
	
	I close my eyes and whimper in pure 
delight as the older woman slowly, slowly 
lowers her hips down towards me, causing 
the dildo's wide head to cleave open my 
pussy lips. The dong enters into me. I 
hear a wet, sliding-smacking sound and 
feel the long dong deliciously moving up 
and into me. I moan and gurgle with 
pleasure. This is so wild, what me and 
Mrs. Anderson are doing, fucking up in my 
bedroom, while the family barbecue 
continues right outside my window! I pull 
at my bound wrists and tilt my hips upward 
to better accept Mrs. Anderson's plastic 
violator into my body. A hot, glorious 
feeling of fullness wells out from between 
my legs as she finishes burying every inch 
of the dong inside me. I'm now completely 
impaled and whimpering under the older 
woman!
	
	"Hmm, Kristina, that easily slipped 
right into your hot little box, you little 
tramp. You just love being fucked and 
having your pussy completely filled-up. 
Don't you, you little girlie-fuck-slut." 
	 
	"Ooooh," I groan in disappointment as 
Mrs. Anderson withdraws the dong from me. 
	
	"Ready for more, sweetie?" The older 
woman teasingly asks, smiling down at me.
	
	"Oh God, yes, yes. Please! Please 
Mrs. Anderson, please fuck me, fill me up, 
fill me up completely." I groan and 
babble, swamped with lusty need.
	
	"All right then sweetie, here it 
comes."
	
	I whimper in pure ecstasy as the 
older woman slowly plunges the phallus 
inside me again. Using her hips, she 
slowly pushes in, and then pulls the dong 
out. She does this repeatedly. I murmur 
and groan in pleasure, moving my hips up 
and down each time I'm penetrated by the 
dildo. I strain and pull on my bound 
wrists, moaning, as I instinctively lift 
my knees up and wrap my legs around Mrs. 
Anderson's bobbing waist, capturing the 
older woman's warm body between my legs. 
	
	"That's it baby, I'm all yours," my 
lover coos down at me. "Ah, your such a 
sweet little twat, you feel so fucking 
good. All right girl, I'll gonna really 
start to fucking you now. I'm going to 
fuck you for all your sweet little pussy 
is worth."
	
	"Aah, Oh!" I gurgle and squeal in 
sheer joy as Mrs. Anderson begins to 
vigorously pump the dildo in and out of me 
with powerful up and down movements of her 
hips. My hips respond in kind, rising to 
meet her powerful downward thrusting. It's 
all I can do to keep my legs locked around 
her bucking hips. Oh! It feels so fucking 
good! I buck. I twist. I groan out loud 
every time I'm penetrated by her wickedly 
long dong.
	
	Mrs. Anderson is an energetic woman. 
She endlessly pumps into me. I'm delirious 
and going out of my mind with ecstasy. 
Every once in a while I gasp as new joyous 
sensation course through my body as the 
older woman changes her angle of attack. 
She pumps into me from the top of my 
pussy, then from the right side, the left, 
the bottom, then around again, and again, 
and again. I twist and squirm against the 
thrusting older woman on top of me. 
	
	I close my eyes and emit little 
whelping sounds as my orgasm fast 
approaches. Mrs. Anderson must sense this, 
because she picks up her thrusting pace. 
With one hand steadying her on the bed, 
her other hand takes hold of the short 
chain she attached to the nipple clips 
between my breasts. As she continues her 
ceaseless pumping penetration into my now 
very sopping, wet pussy, she slowly pulls 
up on the chain. I'm suddenly reminded of 
the sharp teeth of the clamps biting into 
my nipples. She firmly pulls my breasts 
upward. Looking down over my body I see an 
amazing sight; Mrs. Anderson's womanly 
form arching over me, my nipples being 
pulled up by the chained clamps, further 
down the slick phallus rides in and out, 
in and out between my legs.
	
	"Aaaaaaaaaarrrh!" I cry out, sobbing 
and whimpering uncontrollably as I wiggle, 
twist and moan under the older woman. My 
back arches and I pull hard on my bound 
arms. I gush, I spasms around the dong 
uncontrollably. Lightening hot flashes of 
heavenly rapture well up from between my 
legs and course across my clamped chest. 
Mrs. Anderson presses down and fully molds 
her body to me. She's hot and sticky, her 
breasts feel great as they mash into mine. 
She wickedly bites and sucks under my 
neck. I'm fully penetrated by the dong as 
her hips shake and gyrate in tiny frantic 
movements. She cries out and holds me 
tight, her hips press down into me and 
became still for a moment. Maintaining 
this position we hold on to each for a 
while, suspended in time. The sounds of 
birds chirping in the late afternoon sun 
and noise from the party outside suddenly 
return to fill my bedroom.
	
	She lifts her head and looks down at 
me smiling. I shyly smile back and we 
kiss. My lips wetly play across hers. She 
breaks the kiss. I groan as she pulls the 
dildo out of my pussy and rolls off of me. 
I wince as she unclips the metal clamps 
from my nipples. 
	
	"Oh! Oh! Mrs. Anderson!" I moan out 
loud as she holds my torso and sucks up 
and down on my tender nips.
	
	"All right, baby, all right," I sigh 
as she leans up. "I think my favorite 
girl-toy has had enough for today."
	
	She undoes my wrist bindings and 
quickly gets dressed, stuffing her 'toys' 
back into her handbag.
	
	"Honey, I better get back to the 
picnic. You should probably give it a few 
minutes and then come down yourself."
	
	"I..umm." I mumble in a post-orgasmic 
daze, racing to get my thoughts together 
as Mrs. Anderson heads for my bedroom 
door. "W-will we, um, um, you know, umm, 
get together again?"
	
	"Yes sweetie, of course, as often as 
you like."
	
	"Yes, yes, lets, ummm, I would like 
it very often!"
	
	"Good, honey, so do I." Mrs. Anderson 
goes through the door. I hear her heels 
clacking down the hallway.
	
	
PART 3/END
	


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