Well, this was a first for me. My neighbor, Beverly Johnson, had talked me into a 10 day vacation in Las Vegas without our spouses. I was reluctant to even bring it up to my husband Bill since we've never went on a vacation apart in our 10 year marriage. I didn't think he would be very receptive to the idea. I was pleasantly surprised when he didn't object and more amazed when he suggested it may help our marriage. Not that anything was wrong in our relationship but, in 10 years, we had never missed each other because we had never been apart.
Beverly and Bob, our best friends, were in a similar situation of sorts. They were together even more than Bill and I. They owned a small business and worked together every day. She jokingly suggested to her husband that if she didn't get away from him for a week she was going to kill him.
So it was all set. We were going to drive to Vegas, leaving on a Friday afternoon and not returning until the following weekend. Nine days to play is the way Beverly put it.
Beverly even went shopping one whole day just to buy a wardrobe of clothes to wear in Vegas. She tried to talk me into doing the same but I thought it was a waste of money. I had plenty of clothes and, unlike Beverly, I dress pretty conservative. I didn't think I would look any more glamorous in new clothes as she had suggested.
Anyway, the drive to Vegas was pleasant. We talked about everything under the sun and it was relaxing just to be with her.
I had never been to Vegas and the lights amazed me. I never saw such an array of night time color in my life. I felt the excitement as we drove down the famous strip to the hotel where we had reservations.
When we arrived at our room I thought a mistake had been made. It was a beautiful, large suite! Beverly assured me this was what she had reserved. She said we needed to spoil ourselves once in a while.
We didn't even unpack our bags. It was 10 pm but, unlike our home town, no one sleeps in Vegas. Or at least not all at the same time. We immediately went downstairs to the Casino and started playing the slot machines. It was something new for me but I quickly got the hang of it.
The waitress continued bringing us free drinks and by 4am we were close to drunk. We were also dead tired. By 4:30 we were sound asleep.
Get up sleepy head," I heard someone say. "It's time to get out of this room and party."
"Good god Beverly. What time is it?" I murmured.
"It's 10am, she answered. "Time to get up and out of here."
As I rolled out of bed my head was splitting. I wasn't much of a drinker but the drinks the night before seemed to go down like water. Now I had huge hangover.
"I'm sick," I said to Bev. "I can't go anywhere."
"You're not sick," she said. "I've got just what you need to get you going."
She handed me a large glass of what appeared to be tomato juice. My mouth was extremely dry and my body felt dehydrated. Something cold and wet was appealing. I took several big gulps before I realized it was laced with booze.
"That's a Bloody Mary," Bev exclaimed. "The Hair of the Dog as Bob calls it. It should give your body some equilibrium." She laughed at her statement because she knew she didn't know what the hell she was talking about.
Surprisingly it did make me feel better. Bev had ordered a whole pitcher of the drink and I had another as I showered, dressed, preparing for a day on the town.
Was I ever surprised when I walked out of the bathroom. There stood Bev, fully dressed, or sort of dressed, because the skimpy outfit she was wearing didn't leave much to the imagination.
"Jesus," I blurted out. "Are you going out in public dressed like that?"
"Like what?" she asked mockingly. "You're the one that's going to be different from everyone else. With a body like yours it's a sin for you to cover it up the way you're dressed. You look like the preacher's wife for christ sakes. I told you you should have bought some new clothes for this trip."
I felt a little hurt by her remarks but shrugged it off. I just knew she would feel out of place in the clothes she was wearing. She looked positively slutty. I had to concede one thing. She had the body to wear those kind of clothes.
Since we, or Bev mostly, had made such a point about clothes I was especially conscious of what everyone in the casino was wearing as we walked through towards the outdoors. I was beginning to think she was right. Not everyone was dressed like her but everyone that had any kind of body was dressed pretty skimpy. And, amazingly, they all appeared to be comfortable with it. Now she had me thinking I was an overdressed fuddy-duddy.
We caught a cab to go downtown to a restaurant someone had suggested to us. And, believe it or not, we were drinking more Bloody Marys with our brunch! For feeling so lousy and hour ago I now felt great.
Well, I guess wonders will never cease. After an afternoon of Bloody Marys, a shopping trip for clothes for me that Bev talked me into, here I stand in the most revealing clothes I ever wore in my life. My husband would be utterly amazed if he saw me now.
Surprisingly, I felt comfortable in them. I didn't think, however, I would feel comfortable wearing them around other people. I took comfort in the fact that no one I knew would see me.
Bev came out of the bathroom. "Now that's a real outfit your wearing," she said gushingly. "You look like the sexy bitch I knew was hiding under those old clothes of yours. You're going to turn some heads tonight bitch. Now doesn't it feel good to let go and feel a little slutty?"
I wanted to tell her she was right, it did feel good, but I said nothing. I didn't want to give her the satisfaction of admitting I might have been, oh hell, no might about it, I was wrong.
We had tickets to a Wayne Newton show starting in half an hour. I didn't like Wayne Newton but it's sort of like the thing to do when you go to Vegas.
Surprisingly, the show was good and we both enjoyed it. Afterwards we went to the bar for a drink. Several drunks, no not several, a lot of drunks put the hit on us and I was never so glad to be with Bev. She was extremely adept at putting them off and I felt myself feeling safe with her. I thought that was weird, feeling safe with another woman, the way I usually felt only with my husband.
I heard Bev asking the bartender about places for us to go to have a good time. A band was playing so I couldn't hear most of the conversation. It didn't matter. Our newly evolving, unnatural relationship, would dictate her handling our agenda and I would follow along. I was aware of this phenomenon and I could even pinpoint where it started. When she picked out and approved every piece of clothing I bought today, right down to the panties I was wearing. And the first time, tonight, I ever appeared in public without a bra, a point she was so adamant about. I shrugged all of this off because I felt comfortable with her and I liked feeling safe and comfortable.
"Let's go," she ordered. "Bartender gave me a couple of tips. Were going to really make a night of it. Are you up for it?"
"Sure," I said. "Lead on."
"Where are we going Bev?" I asked as the cab sped down the strip away from the bright lights.
"Somewhere I've always wanted to go but never had the opportunity," she said whimsically. "You'll see when we get there."
The cab turned off the main thoroughfare into a dimly lit driveway. We stopped in front of night club, classy enough to have a doorman. As the man helped me out of the cab he did not hide his lustful look at my swaying, unencumbered breasts and my exposed thighs. For a brief moment I, uncharacteristicaly, appreciated his leer.
As he held the club door for me I walked into a long empty hallway, the walls covered with pictures of partially clad, beautiful girls. I waited for Bev who was paying the cabbie.
"Bev," I blurted out when she walked through the door. "Look at these pictures on the wall. What kind of place is this?"
"It's a classy strip club," she said coyly. "Something I've always wanted to see. Haven't you ever been curious about what attracts men to places like this?"
"No I haven't," I spoke bluntly. "And I don't feel curious now. Will we be alright in here?"
"Don' you worry about it," she said assuredly. "We'll be just fine. And pay attention. Maybe you'll learn something you can take home to your husband."
I laughed nervously as we entered the main floor of the club. It was dark inside. As my eyes adjusted, mostly to the smoke, I could see there were 5 separate stages, a spot light on each stage. There were plenty of tables, only about half taken.
A Maitre'de approached us. "Would you lovely ladies like a table," he blubbered. A table for 4 perhaps."
"There's only two of us," Bev told him. "And we don't want a table. We want two seats at the far stage."
"Yes ma'am," he said as he turned to lead us to our seats. "There's a two drink minimum," he advised us as we sat down. "A waitress will be with you shortly."
I thanked him as I looked around the room. We were the only women customers in the place!!!
I was extremely self-conscious and I could feel every eye in the place looking at us. If we had sat at a table back in the dark it wouldn't have been so bad, I thought. But no, Miss Fancy wanted to sit right up at the stage where the light was shining!
Only three of the five stages had strippers dancing. No one was dancing at the stage where we were sitting.
The music stopped for a moment and all the dancers disappeared. But only for a moment. Suddenly another song began. Up on our stage a beautiful blonde appeared, fully clothed in a long white dress. As she swayed to the music her attention was on Bev and I. Even when she wasn't looking directly at us I knew she was dancing for us. She looked directly at Bev and licked her lips seductively. I heard a low moan coming from Bev and, as I turned to look at her, I saw the same lust in her eyes the doorman had displayed when he eyed my large breasts.
This was a side of Bev I didn't know about. It scared me. I've known her for several years and never a hint. I sat quietly and watched her as she and the stripper played a little game between them.
The stripper now turned her attention to me!! Wearing only a g-string, she lowered herself about one foot in front of me and spread her legs. For a moment I was mesmerized by her crotch. I couldn't move my eyes from her large mound! When I finally tore my eyes away from her vulgar humping, I was now staring at two beautiful breasts with long, hard nipples. She began licking her lips suggestively for my benefit. I looked away, turning my head towards Bev. She was licking her lips hungrily!!!!
I wanted to leave. I felt hot, not hot like heat hot, but hot like panties getting wet hot. I didn't want to feel this. I was Mrs comfortable, Mrs don't change anything because I like the way things are in my life. I didn't want this new feeling, especially something so depraved, so unnatural, and brought on by another female! I'm 33 and happily married and nothing is going to change that.
Bev now had her hand under her skirt touching herself shamelessly. I was embarrassed. The stripper, now laying on the floor, her legs spread openly to Bev, was hunching her pussy teasingly as if begging for Bev to bury her face between the strippers thighs.
"Bev, Bev, what are you doing," I whisper loudly to her. "Let's get out of here. C'mon, lets go."
"Shut up bitch," she hissed at me. "Shut the fuck up."
I couldn't believe my ears. I jumped up and ran out of the club. When I got outside I told the doorman to get me a cab.
"Where's your girlfriend?" he asked as his eyes roamed up and down my body.
"Just get me a cab," I snapped at him.
Suddenly a cab appeared. I jumped in the back seat giving the driver the name of my hotel. I felt the tears well up in my eyes as the hurt of Bev's words echoed in my ears. She was so full of lust for that girl she turned on me. I was stunned. I was hurt.
All kind of thoughts crossed my mind as I rode the elevator up to our floor. Should I pack and try to fly out tonight? Should I just wait until morning? At the moment I wasn't even considering the option of staying. As I arrived at the suite I felt so tired I knew I would have to wait until morning to fly out of here.
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I was awakened by noises and voices coming from the bathroom. I assumed it was Beverly but, not being sure, I tiptoed cautiously across the room. The door was slightly ajar and from my angle I could see the huge mirror on the wall. I was appalled. There, sitting on the commode seat, was Beverly. Kneeling in front of her was the stripper from the club. I couldn't believe it. The stripper was licking her, her long tongue buried in Bev's womanhood.
"Lick me bitch," I heard Bev bark out. "Eat my pussy you goddamn slut. That's it cunt, eat Bev's pussy."
I could see Bev shudder. I knew she was having an orgasm. Now another, and another.
I felt the heat between my legs. This is wrong and I won't put up with it, I was telling myself. But I didn't move. I watched as Bev bucked her hips up to meet the invading tongue. She was grabbing the stripper by the hair and pulling her face and mouth hard against her. I knew I had to stop watching, stop the leaking of my pussy, and most of all stop these terrible thoughts going through my mind.
I returned to my bed, pulled the covers up over me, and pretended to be asleep. My panties, the panties Bev had picked out for me, were soaked. I was horrified at myself. Horrified at the thought that I wanted to touch myself, to finger myself. Several minutes went by. I heard both of them come into the room.
"I have to go baby," I heard the stripper say. "It's been fun. If you want to make a real night of it before you return home just give me a call. My number is on the card I gave you."
I peeked out from under the covers and saw them kissing. One of those slow, tongue in your throat kisses. Finally Bev walked her to the door and she was gone.
Bev returned to the room and crawled into her bed. "Hey Julie, Julie. Wake up. Hey, I'm talking to you!!"
"What do you want Bev?" I mumbled.
"Why are you waking me?"
"Listen. I know you told the front desk you wanted a cab to be waiting for you at 8 am. They also told me you were checking out. I know you're mad and I know why you're mad. But I'm not going to apologize. I was doing something I've wanted to do for a long time and you were total ass about it. You're certainly welcome to stay. You're still my friend. I hope you remember that when you try to explain to our husbands why you came home early. But what I really hope is that you change your mind and stay. It's up to you. Good night."
I was stunned. She wasn't going to apologize!! She thinks all of this is my fault? Was she right? I now wondered to myself. Was I being to judgmental. After all, even I sorta succumb to the Vegas mystic. I have the wet panties as proof of that.
I finally drifted off to sleep not knowing what I was going to do in the morning.
"Wake up girl. Let's go get some breakfast." Bev was shaking me, interrupting a weird dream I was having.
I looked at my watch. It was 11 am. Well, so much for flying home. I guess she thinks I changed my mind. I can't believe I overslept.
Well, she's acting normal, like nothing happened between us. She was right about one thing. I would have had a hard time explaining why I came home early and left her here. Maybe it's for the best that I stay.
We passed each other in the room, her coming from the shower, me on my way to take one.
When I returned to the room she had my clothes laid out for me. She loved dressing me in my new clothes. I never questioned her choice.
Once dressed, I never felt so slutty. I don't know why but I felt an adrenaline rush, an anticipation of excitement I knew I would have going out in public like this. Especially during the day.
"Now that's how I want you to look," she said appraising me. "I want you to look like a sexy bitch. You like it too, don't ya?"
"I don't know what I feel Bev. I feel strange at the moment. Let's just leave it at that."
"Fair enough," she said. "Lets go eat."
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It was 3:30 in the afternoon and we were sitting at our third bar of the day. I knew Bev was checking out every woman who passed by us.
"You know what would be perfect?" she asked. She didn't wait for an answer. "If we could find some woman for the afternoon, have a good time, take a nap, and then go out later tonight and do it all over again."
Why did she say "we" I wondered. Did she think that because I stayed in Vegas I not only approved of her new found lust but I was willing to participate
in it? I didn't say anything. No use starting something again. I can always excuse myself and leave her to her new whims.
Besides, I want her to have a good time. And having sex with another woman isn't like she's cheating on her husband, I rationalized.
My train of thought was broken by Bev punching my leg under the table.
"Look over there Julie. Those two women are looking at us. What do you think?"
Without being too obvious I slowly turned and looked at them. Both of them were beautiful. One looked our age or a little older. The other couldn't be more than 18.
"They look very nice,' I said staidly. 'But what are you going to do with two of them."
"I'll think of something," she replied coyly. "Wait here. I'm going over and talk to them."
I watched as Bev slipped off of the bar stool and walked across the room. I wondered why I never noticed how firm and round her butt was before. She sure is sensual, I thought to myself. I felt that familiar heat rush over me again. It's this town, I told myself. Brings the sinful side out in you.
As I sipped my drink Beverly continued her conversation with the two women. She finally returned to our table.
"Let's go," she said. "Were all going back to our suite."
"What do you mean all of us?' I asked. "I'm not part of this Bev. I understand what you want to do but I don't want any part of it. I'll wait here. When you're through call the bar here and I'll come back to the room."
"No Julie, you don't understand. They think they're going with both of us. They might not go if you don't go. C'mon. You don't have to do anything. Just come back to the room and keep the younger one company. You can do that can't you?"
"Okay, okay. Don't say I never did anything for you. I should make you apologize for the way you talked to me the other night, I said smilingly."
"Never," she said mockingly. "You are a slut bitch while we're in Vegas. She squeezed my hand fondly as I slid from the stool. Her hand touching mind was as close to a apology I was going to get and my mind accepted it.
"Julie, this is Michelle and her daughter Sarah. Girls, this is my friend Julie."
You could have knocked me over with a feather. Mother and daughter? Wow, I thought. Only in Vegas.
We caught a cab back to our hotel and went directly to the room. Bev had me break out a bottle of wine and pour all of us a glass. Bev and Michelle were already kissing and feeling each other up. The daughter Sarah kept looking at me but when I didn't make any move towards her she sat silently sipping her wine.
It wasn't long until Bev had Michelle stripped down to panties, thigh high stockings and high heels. I couldn't push the ache from my body or the thoughts from my head. She had the nicest set of tits, full and round. I watched in fascination as Bev sucked on one while pinching and pulling the nipple of the other.
They lay down on the bed, Bev finally shedding her blouse and skirt. They were kissing passionately, all the while fingers roaming over each others bodies until they found their final destination. Now Bev, the aggressor, was fingering Michelle's pussy in earnest. Michelle, moaning and writhing under Bev's caresses appeared to be heading for a quick orgasm. I heard her grunt, her body tremble, and watched as her panties filled with cum.
"Jesus" I breathed. My body was suddenly on fire. I was fighting with all of my being. My pussy was afire. I looked at Sarah. My eyes widened. She was slumped in her chair, her legs wide open, fingers under her panties busily masturbating herself. She looked so much younger than her 18 years, especially wearing white knee socks and penny loafers. Sarah's eyes left the two moaning women on the bed and looked directly at me. She swiveled in her chair, her legs spread wide just for me. I could see her fingers under her white panties sliding in and out of her pussy. I heard her say something to me.
"What," I murmured.
"Are you a mommy?" she asked.
"No," I murmured.
"Well, you can be my mommy," she whispered loud enough for me to hear. "Come here mommy and lick Sarah's pussy. Come on mommy. Make Sarah feel good."
All reason left me. I slid out of my chair to the floor and crawled towards her on my knees. Without thought, just pure lust, I buried my face in those wet, cotton panties. I felt her fingers entwine in my hair as she pulled me tightly to her. With her other hand she slowly pulled her panties aside and, instinctively, my tongue slipped inside her succulent cunt.
For some reason I felt natural, being on my knees in front of this teenage slut, submissively servicing her to the ultimate pleasure, a female orgasm. I wanted her to cum in my mouth. I was even murmured between licks for her to cum in m mouth. It was like I had sank to a new, depraved low.
It didn't take long. As my mouth filled with her pussy juice I suddenly felt, for the first time in many months, an orgasm well up and burst deep inside me. I wasn't even aware my fingers were buried in my own pussy.
"Keep licking me mommy, she moaned again. "Cummmiinnnnnggggg."
She was a fountain of juice, now filling my mouth and coating my palate and throat. I could only gurgle as the second orgasm rattled my body.
As soon as our orgasms subsided, I lay on the carpeted floor in front of her, totally exhausted. The last thing I remember, her slipping her foot from her penny loafer and placing her sock clad foot over my mouth. Oh god, I also remember how sweet the smell of her sweaty foot.
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I awoke to the television blaring in our suite. For a minute I couldn't remember why I was sleeping on the floor. Then it came flooding back to me.
"Oh god," I groaned to myself. The guilt and shame was almost unbearable. I knew the tears were welling up in my eyes but I choked backed the cry I needed. I couldn't let Beverly see me crying. She would just yell at me. I lifted myself from the floor and sat down in the chair. I heard Bev singing in the shower. I was glad for a few minutes alone.
My blouse was covered with cum juice. I stood up and looked in the mirror. God was I mess. The taste in my mouth had now turned bitter. My tongue was white, still covered by Sarah's thick discharge. How did this happen to me, I wondered. I've been a straight laced girl my whole life, for christ sake. My dad was a minister!! Here I am in Vegas licking a young girl's privates.
But I know how it happened. It presented itself I and succumbed to it. I was weak. In one weak moment I turned into the slut that Bev wanted me to be.
I'm so hungry, tired and sore. Two and half days in Vegas and I'm almost a wreck. I'm just not used to this pace. And I'm sure not used to the drinking I've done.
Bev came out of the bathroom looking fully refreshed.
"Hey sleepy head. It's about time you got up. Look at you. You're a mess. And I know how you got that way," she said slyly. "You were turned on girl. I thought you were going to shake apart when you had that last orgasm. You're a real slut," she said proudly.
"Where are you getting ready to go?" I asked meekly. "You're not going out again are you? I'm so tired I don't even know what day it is. I've lost track of time."
"It's Sunday night," she said. "Bars and casinos will probably be slow tonight but I thought we could go out for a little while. We can come home early and sleep till noon tomorrow. How does that sound?"
"I have to have something to eat Bev. And I'd like something cold to drink that doesn't have booze in it. Like a big coke or pepsi."
"You want a steak?" she asked. "How about I order 2 steaks and drinks from room service. You can take a shower while were waiting."
"Okay. Medium well. Don't forget a large soft drink with lots of ice."
The shower felt good. I was beginning to feel alive again. My body wasn't what I was worried about. It was the conflict in my mind. Guilt and pleasure. Like now. The water shooting on my tits. I could feel my nipples growing from the spurting water beating on my chest.
I heard room service as I dried myself off. A good steak and I'll feel better. I was starving.
It was 11 pm when we finished our meal. Bev was ready to go. I really wanted to stay in but I knew I couldn't go to bed after eating a big meal like that. I began getting dressed.
"I almost forgot" Bev said. "Sarah left something for you."
There on my bed was her little cotton panties. I could see they were still damp from her juices.
"Put them on, Bev softly ordered. "You'll feel sexy in her cum soaked panties."
"I can't wear them," I said meekly. "They're too small. Besides, they're soiled."
"You can, get them on,' Bev said as she picked them up and handed them to me. "Go ahead."
I got them on but they were extremely small and tight. I could feel the back slide right up in the crack of my butt. The front of them barely covered my mound. Just knowing her juices were mingling with mine sent a shiver through my body. I was slipping over the line again.
As we went down the elevator we decided to stay in the bar and casino here in the hotel. I didn't think we could get in any trouble here. The crowd was pretty thin in the casino. I guess because it was Sunday. I played the slots while Bev played blackjack.
And then it happened. As I was in the ladies room checking my lipstick a beautiful but inebriated woman of about 38 came in. I said hello nicely and continued checking my makeup. As she came out of the stall she asked me if I were for hire. I didn't know what she was talking about and told her so.
"How much do you charge?" she asked again.
"Charge for what?" I asked bewildered.
"To eat my pussy, bitch," she hissed at me. How much do you charge to eat a woman's pussy."
It suddenly dawned on me. She thought I was a hooker.
"I don't charge anything," I said nervously. "I'm not a hooker."
"Well if you don't charge you must do it for free," she said. She grabbed me by the arm and started pulling me into one of the stalls.
"Let go of me," I screamed at her. She was strong and had me in the stall, door closed, before I knew it. She put her hands on my shoulders and started forcing me to my knees.
"Please, let me go," I pleaded with her. "I'm not what you think." It's like she didn't hear a word I was saying. She had her skirt up and pulled my face into her crotch. She wasn't wearing any panties!! She pulled my head so hard into her crotch my nose slid into her crack. My nostrils were filled with the familiar smell of pussy.
"Lick me bitch," I heard her order me. "C'mon, lick my cunt you goddamn slut."
"Oh god, yesss," I heard myself say. My tongue slipped into her wet pussy slurping the gooey juice already gathering between her lips. She began fucking my face, thrusting her hot cunt into my mouth and tongue. I grabbed her ass cheeks with both hands and held on while she rode me to an orgasm. I sucked as much of her cum juice as I could, feeling that familiar, warm, gravy flow down my throat.
Suddenly she pushed me away, straightened out her clothes and left. I stood in the stall for another five minutes and fingered myself to three or four orgasms. I filled Sarah's little panties for the second time that day.
As soon as I left the ladies room I went looking for Bev. I was going to tell her what happened but changed my mind. I was mad because I felt raped, no I was mad because I liked being raped. I was all mixed up. By this time my emotions were a shamble. I just wanted to be with Bev and feel safe.
I found her at the blackjack table and, surprisingly, she was winning. She told me she was ahead by $3000.00.
I began urging her to quit while she was ahead.
"That's a lot of money Bev," I said as I urged her to cash in her chips. "That will pay for your whole trip."
"It will pay for both our trips, my little slut," she whispered to me. And at that moment I felt like her slut. And I wanted to be her slut.
"Come on Bev," I whispered in her ear. "Let's go to the room. I want to lick your pussy. I want you to cum for me."
"You're going to lick me, Julie, but not only my cunt. I've been setting on this stool for 2 hours. I've got a sweaty asshole for you to service. How's that sound baby?"
I shuddered in anticipation.
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As soon as we walked in the room I was on my knees behind Bev. I pulled her skirt up just high enough to expose her luscious ass. Her panties were buried between her firm, round cheeks. I pulled them aside, and with one sweep of my tongue, licked her from the edge of her pussy to the small of her back. I parted her ass cheeks and, thank god she was right, beads of sweat appeared in the intoxicating cavern of her long sweet crack.
In an instant all traces of sweat were gone, now intermingled with my saliva, playing havoc with my taste buds. The tip of my tongue found her tiny hole, at first involuntarily tightening to my invading tongue. After several piercing pokes, her anus relaxed and my tongue slid in. I felt so degraded, so submissive, my tongue stuck up my best friend and neighbors ass, I came without touching myself. It was more pure pleasure, almost more than I could stand.
Bev was fully aroused. She pulled away from me, sitting down in a chair and spreading her legs.
"Come here slut. Lick my pussy. Lick it slow and deep. Let me savor this moment. Mrs perfect, on her knees, eating my soaking cunt. It's all so surreal. Don't you think so Julie?" she said nastily. "Sarah was right about you. You were born to suck pussy you rotten little slut bitch.
Her words tore through me like an eight inch dick. I was now cumming continuously, not being able to distinguish when one orgasm started and the previous one ended. Sarah's cotton panties were now so soaked I was dripping on the floor.
Thinking that Bev may make me lick up my own cum juice brought another wave of pleasure and more juice running down my thigh.
I slowly sucked her clit into my mouth, my tongue massaging it tenderly. Her breathing came in gasp as her hips fucked my mouth rhythmically. Her orgasms filled my hungry mouth, a taste I now relished.
As her orgasms subsided I continued lapping, patiently awaiting the next feeding.
"You remember Laura, don't you slut, Julie. The young girl that works for me and my husband. I'll bet she'd love to have you tongue fuck her. I don't know if she could be seduced or not. Just think, you could come down to our office, sit under her desk and suck on her all day. And she dresses like Sarah was dressed yesterday. You know, the white sox and penny loafers thing. You could suck on her sweaty feet. I noticed yesterday you had a penchant for that. God, there's just all kind of possibilities when we get home. Don't you thing so?"
By now I had cum so many times my body was shutting down. As tired as I was I continued licking Bev's pussy.
Suddenly, without warning, Bev grabs me by the hair and roughly holds my mouth and tongue to her cunt. "Uuugggggghhhhhhhhhh," I heard her grunt as an intense orgasm swept thru her, depositing huge gobs of thick juice into my slutty mouth.
"That's enough for now slut. Go to bed. Tomorrow we're going to turn all this sex up a notch. You're going to love it you lovely, slutty cunt. You're going to love it."
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Beverly was gone when I awoke. I couldn't understand where she would go without me, I was sort of hurt that she didn't wake me like she usually did. On the other hand, I was glad for the time to reflect on our trip, our changed relationship, and my total shame at what I had become. When Bev had mentioned the night before about all the sexual possibilities we would have when we returned home it turned me on. Now I know that cannot be, especially for me. I love my husband and could never allow myself to fall into such a degrading life style that has pervaded this vacation.
I just can't understand why I've fell under this spell with Beverly. As much as I fight it, it seems to overpower me. I still think the town has something to do with it.
I showered and prepared myself to go downstairs for breakfast. As much as I wanted not to dress in one of those slutty outfits, I succumbed, at least for today, to try it one more time. And as I looked at those now, twice soiled and soaked panties that Sarah had given to me, I slipped them once again up my thighs in their smelly, cum soaked state.
After several hours downstairs, breakfast and playing the slots, I saw Bev walking with a young woman towards the elevator. I followed behind in the next elevator, knowing I was probably going to be interfering in some sort of sexcapade she had planned.
As I entered the room, Bev turned and spoke....."Julie, where have you been? I've got a surprise for you." She turned to her new friend. "Laura, this is my slut Julie. Best pussy licker in the hotel. Why, last night she licked my asshole so clean I didn't even have to wash it this morning. Do you need your ass cleaned Laura? I'd be glad to have her do it for you if you want."
"What are you talking about Bev?" I murmured softly. "You talk about me like I'm your slave. I thought we were friends." I could feel the tears coming to my eyes. I tried to turn away so they couldn't see me cry.
Bev stepped towards me, grabbed me by my hair, and pulled my mouth to hers. Her tongue darted between my lips, the taste of booze dripped into my mouth.
Suddenly, from behind me, I felt hands slide around my body and cup my breasts. Laura was pinching my nipples!! I felt the pain and, for reasons I didn't understand, I felt the bolt of sexual excitement shoot thru me. Now both of them had their hands all over me. I was blubbering something to them about stopping but my body was telling them to use me anyway they wanted.
Bev released me and told me to take off my skirt and lay on the bed. They both went into the bathroom leaving me on the bed alone. When they came back to the room I couldn't believe it!! Both were wearing huge fake cocks strapped around their waist.
"Nooooooo," I moaned tearfully. "Please Bev, don't do this to me. Enough is enough. I can't do this.
"Shut up bitch, Bev hissed at me. She was on top of me before I knew it. My pussy was wet from their fondling, the dildo head slipped into me easily. As she drove deeper into me the lustful, itching feeling I usually had with my husband came over me. But with him the itch always remained. The dildo went beyond my husband's capabilities. It was reaching my core, and god, oh god, I wanted it to last forever.
"Fuck meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee," I screamed at Beverly. "Deeeeeeeeeper!!"
I had never fucked with such total abandonment. I felt like a dog in heat. I met every thrust of the big dick with a thrust of my own, trying, trying so hard to get every bit of it up inside me. Bev rolled us over allowing me to fuck the dick myself, and fuck it I did. I felt Laura behind me, doing as she did before, reaching around me to pinch my nipples. The pain was so sweet. Oh what bliss. But wait!!! I felt something trying to invade my bottom.
"Noooooooooooooo," I screamed. "Please, nooooo. I've never done that. Not now. Pleaseeeee."
To no avail. They both held me till Laura's dildo penetrated my ass hole. God, did it burn. Laura was not gentle. She made several thrusts, the last burying the huge rubber cock up into my stomach. I didn't understand it. Within seconds my body was in rhythm with both of the invading dicks. It felt like I was losing control of my body functions, like I had to piss and shit at the same time. I didn't care. I just fucked both dicks, welcoming each and every orgasm to their fullest. I had never cum so much. Never. The more I came, the faster they fucked me. I was becoming oblivious to my surroundings. I didn't know where I was nor did I care. The last I remember were the two hard cocks, rubbing together, deep inside my womb.
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I awoke at 10 am. Bev was still asleep in her bed. The sheet barely covered her and I could see she still had the dildo strapped to her body. The other girl apparently had left some time during the night or early morning.
I slipped out of my bed and slowly, so as not to awake Bev, lay down next to her, my nostrils filling with the smell of sex that surrounded her body. Being as careful as possible I hunched my body as close as possible until I could push my sore, swollen cunt lips up against the head of the dildo. I ever so slowly pushed forward until I felt the bulbous head slip into me. I slowly rocked back and forth, fucking the first three inches of the huge cock.
"You are such a slut" I heard Bev whisper in my ear. "You like this big cock don't you girl."
"God yes," I moaned. "Please fuck me Bev. Pleaseeeeee."
Her hips moved forward forcing the dildo deep into my cunt. Two or three more thrust and the rubber cock was buried inside of me. I wanted it to stay forever. I could already feel a climax welling up in me. Suddenly she withdrew the dick completely out of me.
"Nooooooo," I wailed aloud as I tried to get in back inside of me.
Bev slipped out of bed, laughing at my depraved lust. "Now that you're wet and horny lets get cleaned up and get out of here. This town is full of pussy and I'll make sure you get your share, you slutty bitch."
I waited until Bev got out of the shower before I slipped out of bed. While walking to across the room I suddenly realized the soreness of my anal hole. And as sore as it felt I had a sudden urge to be fucked there again. In fact, it felt like the dildo was still inside me. Without warning, I quickly found out why. I barely made it to the commode before natures call gushed out of me. My anal hole felt so huge, seemingly leaving me with very little control of my bowel movement. Strangely, it was just one more thing that sexually excited me.
By noon we were in to hotel restaurant, eating our daily omelet and sipping on bloody marys. I barely touched my food, my pussy, my whole body aching for sexual release. As we ate Bev continually pointed out women and young girls in the dining room.
"Look over there, to your right," she would say. "See that little blonde. Wouldn't you just love to eat her pussy.'
By the time we left the restaurant my panties were soaking. It was like I was in a sexual trance, my body and mind was on one track and that was gratification. And I knew I would only get there through humiliation.
As we walked through the hotel casino Bev's name was paged over the loud speaker. We immediately went to the front desk to inquire. She had a message to call her husband immediately. I waited while she went to use one of the house phones.
When she returned I could tell she was upset.
"What's the problem?" I asked hesitantly.
"Bill wants me to come home today. He's got problems at the business that he can't handle. I guess were going to have to cut our vacation short.."
"Well we had 5 days." I said trying to console her disappointment.
"Yeah, you're right, slut. Let's go pack and get out of here."
As we walked down the long hall to our suite, up ahead a young girl about 17 or 18 came out of a room. Even at a distance I could tell she was a sexy little thing.
As we passed her in the hall Bev stopped for a moment, telling me to go ahead to our room. She said she would be there shortly. I didn't question her. I did as I was told.
About ten minutes later Bev shows up our room with the young girl.
"Julie, this is Melody. I told her you would pay her $50.00 if she let you suck on her socks. I told her there wouldn't be any funny business, that you had this strange fetish about white cotton bobby socks.
I looked down at Melody's feet, her white sox hanging sloppily around her tanned calves like a young school girl. I didn't know what a fetish was, all I knew is I wanted to suck them.
As we all stood just inside the door of our suite I reached into my handbag, pulled out a $50 and handed it to the girl.
"Go ahead Julie," I heard Bev say to me. "This is what you wanted so get with it."
I knelt down on my knees and removed one of Melody's tennis shoes. I brought the foot to my mouth, my nostrils filling with the smell of sweet sweat. My lip's wrapped around her toe's, sucking that familiar taste into my mouth.
I don't know how long I had sucked on her foot, long enough to soak her sock in saliva, when I heard her yell.
"None of that...I'm not into that! Take your hands off of me."
As I looked up Bev was holding the girl's arms against the wall as she forcefully tried kissing the girl, her tongue flicking around the girl's lips.
Instinctively, my hands slid up the girl's legs finding her pussy. Her panties were damp!! My head immediately disappeared under her little skirt and my lips honed in on her sexy mound.
I licked her through her panties, holding her by her firm, round ass cheeks as she continued to squirm away from Bev.
Suddenly the squirming stopped! Soon I heard nothing but moans. I heard Bev's voice, "Do you like your cunt licked baby?"
"God yessssss," she moaned loudly. Her body, her hips were already thrusting my mouth, fucking my face with total abandonment.
I heard Bev walk away, leaving me on my knee's servicing this sweet piece of meat. Soon she was screaming loudly as an intense orgasm swept over her, her pussy weeping out her love juices, coating my mouth and tongue.
No sooner had she cum, and realizing what had happened to her, she grabbed her tennis shoe and ran out the door. I was still on my knees when I felt Bev take a hand full of my hair and pull me abruptly to my feet. She forcibly marched me into the bedroom and ordered me onto the bed on my knees.
I felt her behind me, the huge dildo head barely touching my asshole. "I took care of you today slut, and when we get home you're still going to be my slut, whether you have a husband or not. You understand that don't you?"
I tried to think that all this would be over when the vacation ended but Bev wasn't going to let that happen. And as bad as I wanted that huge dildo buried in my ass I now knew whatever I had become was permanent.
"Do you understand?" she repeated.
"Yes Bev, I understand. I'm your slut. Please fuck me. I need it so bad. Fuck me, pleaseeee."
I felt the long, thick cock slide into me, so filling, so good. As I thrust back against her, she forced its entire length up into my belly. As the first orgasm shook my body, I was already thinking of the dirty little bathroom at the dirty little gas station we had stopped at on our way to Vegas. We would stop there again... Bev's ass would be so sweaty by then...and what ever else she might need of me....
The End -
I was born and raised on a farm just south of Atlanta. Our
farmhouse is one of the old style homes with a porch running around
three sides of the first floor. I used to climb out on the porch roof
and run around to the old apple tree on the side of the house when I
wanted to get out without my parents seeing me. One night when I was
sneaking out to go with some friends I passed by my younger sister's
window and noticed that her shade wasn't pulled all the way down.
Leaning down, I looked into her room to see her in front of her full
length mirror dressed only in bra and panties. Apparently she was
admiring her budding fourteen year old body since she twisted and
turned, watching her reflection. She turned sideways and sucked in her
breath, forcing her chest outward and her flat stomach even flatter.
Her hands went to her breasts and she lifted them higher, watching the
white flesh bulging out of the top of the cups. I decided that my
friends would have to do without me that night, and I sat on the porch
roof and watched her reach behind to unsnap her bra, letting the cups
slide down her arms and onto the floor.
Her nipples were as big around as a silver dollar and the whole
nipple stood out from her firm breast, but there was no evidence of the
hard, pointed nipple like my girl friend has. She cupped her breasts
and lifted and massaged them, watching all the time in the mirror. Her
fingers pinched at the nipple flesh, rubbing and caressing the exciting
redness. Rolling her panties off her legs, she opened the soft petals
of her pussy with her fingers, watching the pink flesh appear through
the soft brown down of her cunt hairs. She licked her finger and
rubbed her clit, twisting it and poking as she watched with
fascination, her juices starting to run down her soft, shapely thighs.
Suddenly her hand started moving faster and faster, and I pulled my
cock out and started rubbing along with her. As my cum spurted from my
prick in long streams of sticky, hot fluid, she shuddered and came, her
body jerking in response to the pleasure. From that night on, whenever
she went to her bedroom, I would climb out on the roof and try to watch
her. Fortunately for my schoolwork, she usually closed her shade so I
could go back to my homework, but occasionally she left an inch or two
uncovered and I could watch her undress and play with her body.
One night when my folks went to Atlanta to a party, she took my Lab
upstairs when she went to bed. I was kind of ticked off anyway since I
had to stay home on Friday to babysit, so I pouted in the den watching
television. Then I remembered! I raced upstairs and out onto the
roof. I could see from the light on the roof that the shade was
partially open so I crept up to the window. Kathy was on her back on
the edge of the bed with her legs spread wide as Prince licked her
cunt, his long pink tongue painting her entire pussy with each stroke.
I could hear the slushing sounds as his saliva mixed with her pussy
juices, the overflow dripping off her ass onto the floor. Her fingers
were busy caressing her tits, pulling and squeezing the prominent
nipple flesh as her body convulsed in orgasm. Excited by the taste and
aroma of her juices, Prince's cock was poking pinkly from his black
crotch, and he tried to mount her, but she resisted, sitting up and
stroking his head. She got off the bed and sat at his side. She
coated her tits with peanut butter and brought Prince's mouth to her
tits. His tongue flicked out and licked the sticky substance from her
body while she jacked him off with her hand. She dipped her hand into
the jar and coated her cunt with the brown butter, drawing Prince's
head to her crotch as she lay face up below him, her dainty hand still
jacking his prick. As the ball rose in the dog's prick, Kathy started
to twist and squirm from the pleasure of his cunt licking. Long
streams of cum shot from his cock and coated her chest and stomach as
she hunched her pussy into the air, groaning with the pleasure as the
second wave of orgasm wracked her young body. Watching her getting it
on with my dog caused me to cum twice also, but I was still hard when
she turned off the lights and got into bed, Prince sleeping on the rug
by her bed.
I waited for her to have plenty of time to get to sleep and then
turned off all the lights in the house. I carefully opened her door
and crept into her room on hands and knees. Prince's tail started
wagging and hitting the floor, so I had to quiet him by stroking his
massive black head. I crept closer to the bed and listened to the even
sounds of her sleep as I touched her arm gently to make sure she was
sound asleep. I raised the cover and sheet, putting my head under with
my small flashlight in my mouth. Her pajamas had small buttons down
the front, with snaps on the front of her bottoms. Her breasts poked
the front of her pjs into twin peaks of beautiful roundness as I
carefully undid three buttons, exposing an inch of tender flesh to her
navel. Gently, I pulled the top back to each side, completely exposing
her small but magnificent breasts. Her beautiful, large nipples looked
as if they were begging to be sucked, and it was all I could do to
restrain myself. I licked one finger and rubbed the moistness into her
sensitive flesh, making one nipple gleam in the flash light.
She twisted in her sleep, her legs spreading slightly so that I
could see a few tufts of light brown hair through the loose legs of her
panties. I took my cock out and began stroking as I carefully pulled
her pants leg to one side, exposing her entire slit. Downy light brown
hair was only starting to cover her cunt, so her pink pussy lips shone
in my flashlight, and I could smell her erotic aroma. My hand beat
faster and faster, drawing the third blast of cum that night. As I
rubbed the sticky white cum into my skin, I felt Prince's tongue
licking my fingers and the knob of my cock! The unexpected warmth and
wetness was fantastic, and I started cumming even again as his tongue
licked the entire length of my shaft.
Completely sated, I suddenly realized what I was doing. If Kathy
awakened or if my folks came home, I was dead. Gently I slipped out of
the covers and crept to the hallway, with Prince following behind.
Softly closing her door, I ran to the kitchen and got the jar of jelly
and took Prince to my room. I coated my cock and balls with grape
sweetness and let Prince lick and suck the purple passion from my
shaft. Once I was soaking wet from his saliva, I spread jelly on my
crotch, from my balls to my ass hole and let him lick it while I
masturbated. The sensation of his tongue on my ass hole and balls was
more than I could stand, and I forced his head over my cock as I
started to spurt once again. The warm wetness of his mouth was
wonderful as I came for the fourth time that night. And I had been mad
because I wasn't going to be able to have any fun!
That afternoon, my mother told me I was going to have to babysit
again that evening because my father was in the working on a "big deal"
and they had to go to Atlanta again to meet with his prospective
partners. I had to argue and sulk or she would immediately get
suspicious, but secretly I was excited at the prospect of repeating my
erotic encounter of the night before. Mentally and secretly I urged
Kathy to go upstairs and get ready for bed. She was lying on the floor
in front of the TV with her calves in the air. From my position, I
could see the crotch of her white cotton panties under her short skirt
and just the hint of the thrust of her breast pushing out the front of
her sweater.
At 9:00 she reached up and turned the TV off, rolling onto her side
and spreading her legs so that her skirt bunched up at her waist,
completely exposing her crotch. "I enjoyed what you did last night,"
she said. "After you left, I rubbed myself off two more times. But
you've seen me and I haven't seen you. I want to see you and touch
your thing while you touch me again." She got up and told me to wait,
leaving the room and walking to the stairs.
I started rubbing my prick through my jeans and I could feel it
growing down my left leg, the shaft squeezing through the tight, blue
material. I heard Kathy walking down the stairs and she appeared
before me in her pajamas, the same ones that she had had on the
previous night. "Take off your shirt," she said, and I complied.
"Don't touch me," she warned as her fingers explored my chest and
shoulders. Her fingers went to my nipples and she rubbed and prodded
them, asking, "Are they as sensitive as mine?" As I nodded "yes" she
pinched one between her fingers saying, "Sometimes I like to pinch mine
hard. It makes my pussy tingle and start to get wet." I felt the
sharp pain radiate to my cock, and it grew even more.
"Oooh, did I hurt you? Let me kiss it and make it well." Her
mouth descended to my nipple and I felt her warm lips engulf the hard
skin and her tongue licking its tender surface. "Does that feel good?
I like it when Prince licks mine," she said as she stepped back and
began to unbutton her pajama top. Holding the front together she
asked, "Do you think my breasts are funny looking? All the other girls
have hard, pointed nipples and mine are just one rounded shape. Mine
are larger than theirs and all of my nipple pokes out, not just the
tip." I assured her that her breasts were exciting and beautiful. I
told her that I wanted to kiss hers just like she kissed mine.
She took her top off and cupped her breasts in her hands, pinching
her nipples between her finger and thumb, pulling the tender flesh out
from her body. I reached for her breasts and began to stroke the soft
mounds of white teenage flesh. At fourteen, her breasts were still
growing and there was no sag. They were shaped like melon halves, and
were nearly as firm. She put her hands on top of mine and crushed her
breasts with my palms, rubbing the firmness up and down as my calloused
skin drug her tits along. "Suck them," she commanded as her hands
forced my head to her chest. I opened my mouth and took her entire
tit, licking the nipple as I sucked her breast. I could feel the ridge
of her nipple against my tongue as my saliva bathed the soft whiteness,
making it slippery and shiny.
"I want you to bite them," she said, pulling her tit from my
sucking mouth. I took her nipple between my front teeth and nibbled
softly, pulling at her tenderness gently. "Harder!" she commanded
through clenched teeth, and I increased the pressure on the sensitive
skin at the base of her nipple. She grabbed my head and twisted and
pulled it, causing my teeth to drag and pull on her nipple as she
moaned, "Enough! I can't take any more. Kiss it and make it well."
I opened my mouth and began to lick and gently suck the blood back
into her tortured flesh as her hands started to unbuckle my belt and
unzip my jeans. Stepping back, she told me to take my pants off. I
shoved my jeans down and took off my shoes and socks. As I stood, my
cock poked toward her like a flag pole, its surface red and shiny. Her
small hand reached out and touched just the head of my cock as she
giggled, "It looks like a mushroom." Her soft hand stroked its entire
length and played with my balls. "They're funny," she said as her
fingers tested the contents of my bag. A small bead of cum appeared in
the slit and gleamed as her finger smeared it all over my knob. She
put the finger in her mouth, tasting my cum. "Its kind of salty," she
said, "but I think I like the taste." Putting both hands on my shaft,
she inquired, "Can I make it squirt? If I keep rubbing you, will it
cum?" I nodded "yes" as her soft white hands jerked my bone hard cock,
making my sperm rise out of my balls and shoot pearls of whiteness onto
her stomach and hands. Rubbing my cock on her belly, she looked at me
and asked, "Can I kiss it?" She leaned down and let her tongue flick
pinkly out at my cock, caressing the head with its warmth. God, this
was much better than Prince!
Leaning back, she looked at me and asked if I liked having her lick
my cock. Nodding "yes", she stood and asked if I would lick her also.
As I reached for her, she quickly unsnapped the front of her pajama
bottoms and let them drop to the floor, reaching down and spreading her
pussy lips. "I want you to lick me," she said, spreading her legs and
fingering her clit. I knelt at her feet and touched her clit with my
tongue. Her aroma was overpowering, and I really didn't mind the taste
of her pussy as my cock continued to revive.
"That's it. Lick my button. Suck it into your lips and work it
with your tongue," she whispered as I continued to lick and tongue her
cunt. I ran my tongue down her crack to her vagina, letting my tongue
snake wetly up her pussy as she moaned softly, "Oooooh yes! Stick your
tongue inside me. Suck up my juices." I felt a furry head pushing
against mine and another, larger tongue sloshing inside her cunt.
Prince had come into the room and was trying to get his mouth on her
pussy. Her body shuddered and twisted as she climaxed, her sweet pussy
juices flowing into my mouth. Her legs gave way and she collapsed on
the couch, her ass hanging over the side, and Prince and I competed for
her pussy.
"Let me lick yours while Prince licks me," she offered. I climbed
up and put my cock at her mouth, watching the dog continue to lick her.
She moaned again and came in waves of pleasure while her tongue and
lips continued to caress my bone-hard prick.
Suddenly, Prince reared up and put his front paws on each side of
her body and drove his slim prick into her soaking pussy. She tried to
scramble away, but he had her impaled on his pink cock, hunching up and
down rapidly. "Oh God! I can feel the ball inside me. It's rubbing
up and down," she said as the dog continued fucking her, faster and
faster. Finally, Prince jerked quickly as his spunk shot up into her
virginal cunt, filling her pussy with his sperm. As he came, I started
cumming in her mouth and she let my cock drip its whiteness on her face
as Prince started licking my knob.
Later that same evening, Kathy sat on my cock and let Prince shove
his prick into her ass hole. But that's another story.
