Love Thy Neighbor (F/f, D/s, BD, Spanking, Toys, Consensual) by marie5555 (Marie Taylor) 2017 =============================================================================== Love Thy Neighbor Chapter 1 - Comforting a distraught neighbor turns into sexy fun =============================================================================== It was late, around midnight, when something woke me. I looked at the bedside clock, my mind still struggling to reach rational thought. Damn, only been in bed half an hour. What woke me? The knocking was repeated, soft yet persistent, answering the unspoken question. Quickly throwing on a robe to cover my nakedness, I went downstairs to see who was going to be screamed at. To my surprise it was Alison, my next door neighbor. Fully dressed, even to having a coat and shoes on. "Marie, I am so sorry, can I come in, please?" The words tumbled from her, almost in a whisper. "Ali, of course, come in," I told her, stepping aside, as she hurried through the door, then closing it behind us. "What on Earth is wrong?" We went into the living room, where Alison sat on the sofa, tears starting to run down her cheeks. I handed her the box of tissues, and she took one gratefully. I sat down next to her, half turned towards her, and she took hold of my hand. "Oh, Marie, it's Him. We had another row, and I walked out, but...", fresh sobbing cut off her words. "Let me guess," I said, "You stormed out, but then realised you have nowhere to go that he doesn't know about?" She nodded, a sheepish grin, transforming her face. "Him" was her husband, a wonderful advert for staying single. "So no problem," I told her, "stay here for the night, and see how you feel come morning. He does not know you came here, does he?" A shake of the head. "Okay, cup of tea? Or would you prefer something stronger?" I asked. "Tea will be fine," she said, smiling. I went into the kitchen, to put the kettle on. Alison came in soon after, coat off and showing her figure very nicely in a woolen dress that ended a few inches above her knees, and molded itself to her gorgeous body. She had often moaned about being overweight, but from where I stood, she looked very sexy, "curvaceous" I think the word is. A few inches taller than my 5 foot 4, and about 10 years younger, collar-length dark brown hair curled under. She came to stand behind me, arms going round me in a hug, and I turned to face her, my body pressing against hers and feeling the hard-packed muscle in her slim frame. "Oh Wow," she exclaimed, as she hugged me closer, "Marie, are you naked apart from that robe?" Her hand explored from the middle of my back, down over my buttocks, squeezing the cheeks of my arse. The hem of my robe only just covered the buttocks, and her fingers slid below the hem, stroking my bare bum, causing me to squirm in her embrace. She backed off a step, looking at me with a quizzical smile. "Oh God, Marie, you are gay?" I nodded, "Bi," I corrected her. "Marie, all these years and I never suspected. If I had only known," she sighed, "The times I was so tempted to ask, but never got up the courage." "Well, what about you?" I asked, "You did not exactly advertise it, did you?" She moved back close to me, and again put her arms around me. The way she tilted my face up to her and kissed me hard let me know that she was always going to be the dominant one in any relationship, which suited me fine. I was always sub with every girlfriend I had ever had, (or been had by). "Is that offer to let me stay the night still open?" she asked. "I mean, now you know what I like, you might be concerned that I would sneak into your room during the night, and try to take advantage of you." I kissed her neck, nibbling gently, while my hands stroked along the sides of her boobs. She squirmed delightfully against me. Oh yes, I had thought they might be sensitive. She actually trembled, as I squeezed a nipple through the soft material. "What makes you think you need to sneak?" I asked her. "Now let go of my bum, while I make these drinks." We sat in the living room. chatting casually as we had our drinks, both seemingly relaxed, but both knowing what was going to happen very soon. Alison seemed to have forgotten her tears, as she draped her arm across my shoulders, fingers just able to rest gently on my boob. Her fingertips started teasing the nipple, and I squirmed. "This is so not fair," I told her, "I am sat here almost naked, while you can touch and grab almost all of me, and you are sat there fully clothed, and not even showing anything above the knee. Puts me at a disadvantage." "I can soon correct that problem," she told me, "move that delightful bum away for a minute while I get out of this." She stood, flicking off her shoes, and unzipping her dress at the back of her neck, letting the dress slide down to show a very sexy black lacy bra and briefs set, her generous boobs almost spilling out of the bra. She must have been about 38D, compared to my modest 34B. She sat back down, pulling me across to lean against her. I sat enjoying the warm silkiness of her skin against my cheek, and feeling the warmth starting between my legs. "I wish I had you at home in my own bedroom," she told me. "Why?" I asked. She leaned over to kiss me before answering, "Because back there, I have my toys that I would so enjoy using on you." I smiled, returning her kiss with interest. "What kind of toys?" I asked, innocently. She gave a wicked, sexy laugh. "Oh, I have all sorts that we could enjoy. Vibrators, butt-plugs, strap-ons, even handcuffs if you have no problem with my having you helpless while I ravish you." I got off the sofa and walked over to the wall unit, bending from the waist to open the lower cupboard, well aware that I was displaying my naked rear for Alison's enjoyment. I stood up, handcuffs and vibe in hand for her to see. "You mean toys like these?" I asked, "and no, I have no problem at all to being helpless while you ravish me." She came across to join me, eagerly kneeling to explore the cupboard. "Goodness," she exclaimed, "you have almost as many as me." I kneeled next to her and kissed her neck. "There are more upstairs, in my bedside cabinet," I told her. "These are just to save me going upstairs, if any of my friends want to start enjoying me down here." "You mean, the way I want to start playing with you right now?" she purred. I molded myself to her body, arms around her neck and face up-tilted, inviting her kisses, an invitation that was not ignored. After several minutes of tongue-teasing, I felt her hand slowly creeping down my front, the robe's belt being loosened, and the exploring hand stroking down my bare belly, down further, until a questing finger slid along my slit, feeling the warm wetness already there. She raised her finger to her mouth, sucking the juices off it, then kissing me so I could share the taste. Smiling, she slid the robe off me, leaving me totally naked. Then she turned me to face away from her, and I felt the handcuffs going on to my wrists, locking my hands behind my back. Her arms came round me, cupping my exposed tits, teasing the nipples and squeezing the boobs firmly. I wriggled, feeling my bottom brush against her crotch. She nuzzled my ear. "Mmm, my sexy, come-slut, Marie," she murmured, "I am so going to enjoy having you. I wonder if I can make you scream when you come for me?" By now my nipples were sticking out fully, hard as bullets, a fact that Ali had not missed. Her mouth enclosed one nipple, teeth gripping to stretch it out, before letting it snap back, while the other tit was being teased by long firm fingers. Oh God, they were so sensitive. I was already moaning softly. "Enjoying that?" she whispered into my ear. "Want to taste mine?" I nodded, still moaning softly as my arousal grew. She stopped suddenly, reaching both arms behind her to unclip her bra, her gorgeous globes falling forward. She moved so my mouth could reach one of those sexy tits, the nipple hard, and tasting so wonderfully of her. Her head went back at the sheer pleasure caused by my nibbling her boob. From the soft growling, and the way she thrust her chest towards me, it was very clear that I had been right about them being sensitive. After a few moments of enjoyment, Alison pulled away, face flushed and breathing hard. Standing, she pulled me to my feet, and led me to the sofa. "Before we go any further," she stated, pulling me across her knee, "somebody needs a little punishment, for not letting me know I was living next door to a sexy bi MILF." "Have you any idea," she continued, stroking my bum, "how many nights I lay in bed with only my fingers for company, when I could have been in here enjoying you?" Her arm raised and her hand came down sharply on the bare bum. I squealed in shock and at the stinging pain caused by the smack. "And do you know," she asked, stroking softly, "how often I watched you putting washing out on the line, wearing those sexy denim shorts that made me want to grab your arse?" Another smack, harder. "Or those short summer dresses, where I almost went mad trying to guess if you had anything underneath?" Another sharp stinging smack. And another smack, and another. I was squirming for real now, my whole bottom stinging and feeling on fire. One more smack, and I was pulled upright to sit astride her, while her lips kissed away my tears, and soft hands caressed the warm throbbing bum cheeks. Yet for all the pain, I could feel wetness between my stretched open thighs, slowly running down and onto her legs. She must have felt it too, because her hand reached down between my splayed legs, and stroked the wide-open pussy. Her eyes widened in surprise, and she smiled wickedly. "Somebody enjoyed her spanking, I see," she murmured, and slid two fingers easily into my wetness. I gasped at the intrusion, and she smiled wider as she started sliding the fingers in and out. Slowly at first, watching as I grew desperate and writhed against her hand, then faster as my arousal grew, then pumping the fingers in harder and faster as I lost all control, and came violently for her, arching my back, and screaming as I hit the top. She pulled her hand away as my juices flooded out, then kissed me deeply while I was still trembling from the climax. "That is for screaming so nicely for me," she told me, squeezing my bum. "Now it is your turn to make me scream." She pushed me gently off her and onto the floor, then stood over me as she slid her panties off. Sitting back down, she opened her legs wide, with me between them. Her pussy was totally bare, smooth-shaven, and wide open for me. I lowered my head, my tongue tracing a path along the wet slit, widening the lips easily. From her squirming, I guessed she had not enjoyed this kind of attention for quite some time. As my lips teased her erect clit, her hands gripped my hair, pulling me harder into her, I hardly needed to do anything. She was rubbing herself against me, breath coming in short gasps, and every touch of my tongue took her higher, until she groaned deeply and went rigid as she came, legs trembling, and hands locked in my hair. Slowly she relaxed, pulling me up to sit sideways on her knees, her arms round me, and our mouths meeting, tongues teasing, and nipples brushing each other's, the taste of her come-juices on both our lips. "Mmm, thank you, Marie, my sexy darling," she said, nibbling her way down my neck from ear to shoulder, and making me wriggle in her grasp, "I have not come that strongly for a long time." She squirmed out from under me, leaving me sat back on the sofa, while she went over to the wall unit, and knelt at the cupboard. "Now where is it?" she muttered half to herself, "I am sure I saw it in here earlier. Ah, found it." She came back to me, and held up her find for me to see. "You like these?" she asked, holding up a set of nipple clamps on a long thin chain. "Oh no," I protested, "you wouldn't. You know already how sensitive my tits are." "Marie, darling, that is the whole point." She smiled as she attached the clips to each nipple, "I would not use them if they did not have the desired effect on you, would I?" She tugged the chain gently, watching the nipples stretch as I scrambled to my feet, eager to reduce the pull on the tits as much as I could. Once I was standing she turned and walked through the door leading to the stairs, with me following closely behind her. At each stair the chain pulled the nipples upwards before I could get closer again, and by the time we reached the landing the nipples were tingling, stinging, burning where the clips help them. She looked through the open door of the first room, the bathroom. "Hmm, yes, why not?" she stated, "I think we could both enjoy a nice warm shower, before we go any further. Yes?" I nodded, afraid to do or say anything which would cause her to pull on the chain. She led me into the shower, and hooked the chain over the shower-head holder. It took all the pressure off my nipples, unless I moved more than a few inches in any direction. So long as I stayed right there, I was fine. She turned the shower on, and I gasped as the icy cold water hit my naked body. I could not move, or even shield myself with my hands. Alison laughed as I squealed in shock. She reached over and adjusted the temperature. "That better, sexy slut?" she asked, getting into the shower with me and reaching for the shower gel. She lathered herself thoroughly, letting me watch as she spread the soapy suds over her gorgeous body, fingers sliding over her erect nipples, teasing them to hardness. Then downwards over a flat belly before stroking between her legs, her fingers slipping inside herself briefly, turning to lather and wash her firm sexy bum, and then rinsing herself off, turning so her beautiful buttocks were bare of soap suds, and then brushing her bum against my crotch as she turned again to catch the spray on her glistening boobs. I am not sure who was more turned on by her display, me or her. Once she was done, she turned her attention to me. Standing behind me so closely I could feel the warmth of her pussy against my thigh, she reached arms around me and started soaping me, fingers rubbing the gel in, teasing it into suds, caressing the tits around the clips, then down to my belly, then lower, fingers opening my pussy lips, sliding inside, thumbs flicking the clit as long fingers teased and wriggled inside me. My knees were already starting to tremble. Oh God, she wouldn't give me a climax in the shower, with the chain still hooked up on the shower-head, so I couldn't even move. Her crotch pressed into my cuffed wrists, pushing my lower half forward onto those probing, teasing hands, The pressure increased, as did the speed of her thumbs on my exposed clit. I was helpless to stop her as she brought me to a shuddering screaming climax. It took all my willpower to stay on my feet, trembling and shaking as I came for her. Then her arm supported me as she unhooked the chain and led me out of the shower and into the embrace of a soft towel. Once we were both dry, she let me use the toilet before going herself. A wipe down for both of us with perfumed wet-wipes, and I was led to the next room on the landing, my bedroom. She helped me to lie on the bed, while she looked in the bedside cabinet, and I heard her happy exclamations as she found toys she liked. A series of different sounding buzzing noises told me she was checking out the vibrators were working. Eventually she seemed to have found what she was after. A spreader bar was brought onto the bed, opened wide, and my ankles locked in place, pulling my legs wide apart. Then I was sat up and the cuffs unlocked, so I could be lain down again, a pillow under my bum, arching my back, and my wrists pulled to the corners of the bed and fastened in place with Velcro straps attached round the metal headboard. Alison lay next to me on the bed, one arm and a leg across my spread-eagled body. I turned my face towards her and was rewarded with some long passionate kisses. She tugged gently on the chain, jerking the nipple clamps and forcing a plaintive whimper from me. "She we get rid of these now, Marie, my sexy slut?" she asked. I nodded eagerly, "Oh, yes please, Alison," I begged. She unclipped them, and dropped them to the floor. Her head came across and a tongue touched one of the nipples softly. I squealed as it made contact. "Sensitive?" Ali asked, "this one too?" and she tweaked the other nipple with her fingers. I whimpered again, "Yes, yes, yes, very sensitive," I admitted. "Ah, so you really would not want me to tease them then? Like this," she said, and then scraped her teeth across each of my tits in turn, nipping gently at the nipples and making me cry out. "No, please, no," I begged, squirming helplessly for her. "Oh, my lovely, sexy, Marie," she murmured, "If you only knew how long I have waited for this, never even suspecting that you enjoyed sexy variations like lesbian sex and bondage games. You always seemed so prim and, "butter wouldn't melt in your mouth," proper." "I always tried to keep my sexy fun away from home and work," I told her. "You know what some of the neighbors are like, curtain-twitchers." "Well, you certainly succeeded, darling," she told me, kissing me deeply, "I never even dreamed it. Hmm, we are going to have so much fun in the future, I hope." "Mmm, yes please," I told her. "Now, what am I going to do with this sexy and helpless MILF? Let's start with this," she smiled, pulling a vibrating butt plug from the drawer. She inserted it into my tight bum-hole, needing to apply a little KY gel before it would slide in. She turned it on and I felt the gentle vibrations start working on me. "Now we can play a little game," she told me, as she straddled my head. "I am going to work on you with vibes, and you can work on my hungry pussy with that sweet, talented tongue. And I am warning you now, I am going to keep on playing until I come, no matter how many times you come for me." With that she began running a medium vibrator along my soaking slit, while I started using my tongue to tease and probe. Her pussy was still sensitive and I thought I might even win our game, but as her arousal grew, she moved away slightly, stopping me from reaching her as fully, and it was not long before I screamed as I came. After a few moments for me to catch my breath, we started again, and again I soon had her writhing nicely, but again she moved slightly, and plunged the vibe deeper into me for another climax. Followed shortly after by yet another. Again a short rest before re-starting, and again I soon had her squirming, but this time she was careless, or desperate to come herself, because I had more time allowed me, and she finally arched her back and screamed, as she came for me. Her come-juice ran onto my face, and she lay next to me, kissing, and tasting her own fluids before wiping both of us clean with wet-wipes. "Feel up to one final session, Marie, my sexy darling?" she asked. "Mmm, whatever you want, Ali, my sexy Mistress," I replied. "What have you got in mind?" "The strap-on," she told me, "Is it double-ended so we can both enjoy it?" "Oh yes, certainly," I informed her. "A big bang to finish?" She nodded and smiled as she slid her end of the device into her soaking pussy, tightening the straps, and turning it on. She positioned herself between my wide-open legs, the buzzing dildo poised at my pussy lips. She was already starting to tremble and I did not think her climax would take that long. Mind you, by then my pussy was so well fucked and sensitive, it would not take me that long to hit the top myself. She slid smoothly into me. If anything, I had it easiest, because my legs were as wide as they could get and my wet, twitching pussy so well lubricated, the shaft slid easily in and out of me. Alison though had knees together, her closed and sensitive pussy feeling every tiny movement so much. Even as she increased the speed of her thrusts and I felt the start of my climax beginning to build, I could see she was starting to lose control, By then I was bouncing my bum on the bed, rising to meet her lunges, driving the vibe even deeper into both of us, and she came, screaming and half-crying, even as I hit the top and joined her in screaming Heaven. As she collapsed on top of me, she pulled the wrist strap loose so I had a hand free. A hand that I used to free my other wrist before wrapping my arms around her trembling nakedness, and hugging her tightly. I had a strong feeling that this would not be the last of our bedroom sessions together, and wondered what other sexual adventures my sexy neighbor had in store for us.
Love Thy Neighbor Chapter 2 - Shopping With Alison =============================================================================== A shopping trip with the next door neighbor becomes an erotic adventure. "So, when you came to the door the other night, naked apart from that short robe, that is how you are every night at home?" The question was asked of me in a voice somewhat louder than I would have liked, as was proved by the sound behind me, of somebody choking on their coffee. "Alison," I hissed, "We are in Starbucks, not my kitchen. Can we please not announce to the whole town what I wear or don't wear in the house at night?" I looked round to see the man at the table behind us recovering from his shock at Alison's words. Alison looked slightly abashed. She is my next-door neighbor. About five foot seven, ten years younger than me, with medium length, dark brown hair and a curvaceous figure to make any man and most women drool. We were enjoying a day in town and had stopped for coffee, both of us in short summer dresses and Alison looking stunning with her 38C boobs so spectacularly on display. Only being 34B myself, the sight of her bountiful boobs made me feel rather inadequate, not to mention horny. Not that she had complained when she had enjoyed playing with mine the other night. "To answer your question, yes, most days I strip off as soon as I get home from work," I told her, "I keep the robe handy in case anyone knocks at the door or calls unexpectedly." Alison sipped her coffee, thoughtfully. "I have to admit that I was surprised when I found you were naked under that robe," she confessed, "I had always thought you were so prim and proper. When I felt naked flesh I was like, 'Thank you, God', and wondering how much I could get away with." "Well, you found that out quickly enough, didn't you?" I asked. Alison laughed, "I suppose I did, even though I had no idea you were bi." We finished our drinks, and wandered out into the shopping area, Ali linking arms with me. "I need to go to that new shop, 'Ex-posed'," she told me. "A friend of mine is manager there, and she has promised me staff discount for anything I buy." She looked sideways at me, a wicked grin on those sexy lips. "My furry handcuffs are broken, can't get them to lock, and I have a feeling I might need them in the near future," she smiled. Her hand slipped down to caress my bum and I slapped it away. "Behave," I told her, "we are two quiet, respectable, middle-aged housewives, remember?" She laughed out loud at that. "Sweet, sexy, Marie," she said, "I am a very randy and greedy Domme, and you are my insatiable come-slut who screams so nicely for me when she comes." "I know that," I told her, "and you know that. I would prefer though, that the rest of the town didn't know it." She stopped, turning to face me. Before I knew what she was going to do, she had wrapped arms around me and kissed me deeply. I gasped in surprise before responding and noticed that all who walked past us seemed to be smiling at the sight. "Now, come on," she ordered, "let's get to that shop. I want to see what other toys they have that I can use on you." The shop was very stylish as most modern sex shops are now. No more skulking in tatty little back streets, catering for men in shabby raincoats. Now, sex shops were in high streets and shopping malls, their high-class wares on display openly. We entered into a quiet, well appointed shop floor, with cabinets and display cases around the walls, clothing hung on racks. The woman who greeted Ali like an old friend was tall and slim, rich, dark skin with gorgeous jet-black hair reaching down her back, dressed in a dark blue jacket and skirt, with semi-transparent pale-blue blouse showing her obvious charms to wonderful effect. "Marie," Ali called, "This is Janet, an old friend, she is manageress of this sordid den of iniquity." "Less of the 'old' , if you don't mind," the woman replied, "And it is not a den of iniquity. We sell select, high-quality toys and accessories to a discerning clientele, I would have you know." She laughed wickedly, "Hi, Marie, good to meet you," she said, embracing me. "I would like to say I have heard all about you, but this sneaky cow has never even mentioned you. Where did she find you, darling?" Ali came over to us, putting an arm around my waist, as if to emphasize her ownership of me. "Marie is my next-door-neighbor," she announced, "and we only recently became acquainted, so to speak." Janet looked at me, questioningly. I nodded. "You lucky bitch," Janet said accusingly, "you just happen to find a sexy MILF on your doorstep, literally. I give up. Nobody should be that lucky." Ali laughed. "What we came in for, sexy darling, was a pair of handcuffs, fur lined if possible," she told Janet. "Mine are knackered and I am hoping to need some in the not-too-distant future" Janet looked at me appraisingly. "Really?" she smiled, "Lucky you. They are over here." We went to the display case where several different styles of cuffs were tastefully resting on maroon velvet cushions. All kinds from plain metal to rigid-bar double cuffs for wrists and ankles together. Ali picked out a pair of pink, furry cuffs, very sexy-looking but lined with solid steel. Then she picked up a strange contraption of two sets of double cuffs connected by a short steel chain. "Wrist and ankle cuffs," she explained, "they lock your wrist and ankles together so you are bent double, very effective." While Alison had been looking over the cuffs, Janet had been rooting through a rack of dresses. She came across with a dress over her arm. "Alison, I think this would look perfect on Marie. What do you think?" she asked. Alison held the dress up. Very short, it seemed to consist mainly of holes, held together by lace. The word "gossamer" came to mind. It was the kind of thing you could imagine being made by sewing spiders webs together with glass strands. Very sexy, and totally revealing. "Mmm, you are right," she purred, "very sexy. Marie, try it on, please?" "Ali," I said, blushing, "I have nothing on under this dress." "That is fine," she announced, "you won't be wearing anything under this one when I have you in it, will you?" Before I knew what was happening, Janet was behind me, starting to unzip my sun-dress. I squealed in protest. "What if someone walks in?" I asked. "If that is all you are worried about, we can solve that easily enough. And before you ask, my assistant is off today, so I am on my own," Janet announced, flipping the door sign to "closed" and snapping the lock before pulling down the blind. I could see from Alison's expression that I was not going to get out of this, so I gave in to the inevitable, letting Janet unzip me and feeling cool air on my skin as my dress dropped to the floor. The new dress was slipped over my head and I was right, incredibly sexy, and totally revealing. It covered me from neck to just below the crotch, yet showed every detail of my body. Fingers started exploring the many exposed areas of skin through the mesh-work, nipples were tweaked and stretched, then rolled between strong fingers and thumbs, to make me quiver with anticipation. Ticklish areas along my ribs were discovered and teased and the cheeks of my bum were stroked and pinched. Janet was pressed tight behind me, one arm around me holding a boob, the other caressing the cheeks of my bum. Alison was pressing against the front of me, a hand on one boob as she kissed me, the other hand exploring up the front of the dress. I leaned back slightly as Janet's teeth nibbled at my neck, and I felt a finger slip inside my already wet slit. Whose finger, I did not know and did not care. With two pairs of hands stroking and caressing every sensitive spot on my body and then those teeth on my neck, I was already past the point of no return and wanted nothing more than to come. I was lowered gently onto the soft carpeting, the dress riding up to my waist and shoulder straps slid off to expose my boobs. Janet straddled my head, pulling her skirt up to show she was not wearing underwear. As she lowered herself so that my mouth could reach her, I felt Alison between my wide-open legs, her tongue already making me gasp and squirm in her grip. As I was taken higher I grabbed Janet's hips, pulling her onto me while I was made to writhe helplessly by Alison. Janet grabbing my tits did nothing to diminish my arousal; quite the opposite. I was starting to come, feeling that familiar pleasure begin to build, even as Janet stiffened, arching her back as she came for me. I followed soon after thanks to the talented tongue of Alison. Janet climbed off me, bending down to kiss me deeply before getting up. I started to rise but was pushed back down by Alison. "Oh no, Marie," she purred, "We have not finished with you quite yet. You surely would not leave me without a climax? Besides, I rather think Janet wants to taste that sweet, juicy pussy of yours." After I come, I become very sensitive so the slightest touch sets me off again; a fact Alison had found out for herself fairly recently, so she knew what effect Janet would have on me. Her wicked smile told me I was right. It seems my Mistress enjoyed making her come-slut suffer delicious agony. I was already wriggling within moments of Janet starting to work on me. Alison was facing towards her and decided to assist Janet by holding my legs high and wide apart while Janet probed deeper and my thrashing grew more desperate. I gripped Alison's hips, pulling her to me, determined to give her a climax to make her scream. She must have been already aroused by tongue-fucking me and by seeing Janet and I come so loudly because she almost flinched as my tongue made contact with her erect clit. I nibbled and tongue-flicked it, making her squirm above me. After a few minutes I was forced to break off as Janet brought me to a powerful climax. She waited until my trembling had eased somewhat, then restarted stronger than before, and I resumed my interrupted attention of Alison's soaking pussy, teasing and probing until she came for me. As she came she released my legs and grabbed my hair to pull me harder still onto her, grinding against my face as Janet took me over the top again. We lay for a few minutes in a tangle of arms and legs, all three of us with hands, faces and pussies soaked in our juices. Fortunately, Janet had a good supply of tissues, wet wipes, and towels handy, so it was not long before we were all dressed respectably again; me wearing my sun-dress, with the gossamer dream dress in my bag and ready to face the world. As we were leaving, Janet gave each of us long kisses, full of unspoken invitation. A final squeeze to my bottom from her and we walked out into the shopping mall again, once more the picture of innocent respectability. I thought we would be going home after that, but Alison had other ideas. "That was fun," she said to me, "but I still feel the need for a little more relaxation. How about you? Up for a bit of fun?" "Lead on," I told her, "You are the boss." She squeezed my bum, then smacked it sharply. I looked round guiltily to see if anyone had noticed. "Glad you remember that," she laughed. "I know a little place just along here." We left the shopping mall, and went along a little back street to an inconspicuous building. It could have been any kind of office, just a plain frontage and an unmarked door. Ali rang the doorbell and a young, smartly dressed woman answered it. "Ah, Alison," she said, "How nice to see you again. And you have a friend with you. Come in, please." We entered into what could have passed for a reception room in a company waiting area with comfortable, low-slung armchairs, coffee tables, potted plants, and a drinks machine. Soft music was coming from concealed speakers. "Hi, Annie," Alison greeted the woman, "thought I would introduce Marie to the better way of big-city stress relief. Marie is my next-door-neighbor." "Welcome, Marie," Annie told me, "It is so nice to meet you." She reached into a desk drawer, and used a small desk-top machine for a moment. "Here is your membership card should you ever want to call in again. And maybe, sometime if you should be in town and Alison is not with you for some reason...." The implication and invitation were there in the unspoken words and the way her hand held mine for that bit longer than expected, told me she would be only too happy if I were to return alone some day. Alison noticed this. "Hands off, Annie," she laughed, "I only just discovered this sexy MILF myself." "Of course, darling. So, what would you like today?" Annie asked. "We'll have the half-hour, two each. And with it being her first time," Ali looked at me with that wicked grin of hers, "we'll make Marie's a 'hands off' session. I know what a horny bitch she is, trust me." Annie smiled at Alison before looking at me. I was totally in the dark, no idea of what was going to happen, but fairly sure from the way Ali and Annie were acting that it was something they were going to enjoy and that it involved me in some way. We were shown into a smaller room, with clothes hangers, and pegs on the wall and low padded benches. Alison started taking her clothing off. She looked at me. "Come on, slowcoach," she chided me, "Get undressed. You are going to have the best massage you ever had." "A massage," I repeated, "I wondered what was going on." "Well, this is kind of special, you will see. Now get undressed, come on," she ordered. As my entire costume consisted of a sun-dress and shoes, it did not take long until I was stood in just a brief towel that barely reached my buttocks. Alison looked at me. "Oh God, Marie," she growled, "I could eat you just as you are, right this minute." I could feel the moisture starting to gather between my legs already. I opened the towel to show Alison my naked body just to tease her, just as two men walked into the room. I squealed, closing the towel quickly and looking at Ali. Relax," Alison told me, "This is Frank, and Will." The two men nodded to me. I call them men, what else could I call them? They were both around six-foot, muscles like body-builders, faces like Greek Gods. Oh God, I was wet just seeing them smile, especially as all they were wearing was a kind of tight pouch that somehow managed to hold in their rather obvious attributes and left the rest of their gorgeous bodies totally revealed. They led us into yet another room; one with two padded couches, soft subdued lighting, and warm scented air. "Marie," said one of them, Frank, I think, "would you mind putting this on, please?" and handed me a wide belt, taking the towel from me so smoothly, I hardly noticed it vanishing. I strapped the belt around my waist then stood wondering while Frank put a soft leather strap on each of my wrists and clipped them to metal rings either side of the belt. I looked at Alison, puzzled, as she did not seem to have the belt or wrist strap." "I told them 'hands off' for you, Marie, remember?" Alison asked, "Not that I don't trust you, but house policy is 'No Touching', and I am not sure you could resist temptation." "I will remember this, Madam," I threatened, as I was helped onto the couch. As I was lain down on my front, I could understand Alison's distrust. My head was exactly at the height of the men's crotches, and Frank's cock was about three inches from my mouth as he leaned forward, poured warm oil onto my skin and started caressing from my neck down to the crease of my buttocks. Oh My God! What was he using? Surely not just his hands? It was like warm electricity in liquid velvet, creating tingling all along my spine and downwards to places he had not even been close to yet. Even my toes were starting to curl. I wanted to come. Hell no, I needed to come, feeling so wet, so ready. A thought suddenly occurred to me. "Er, Alison," I called, my voice already getting shaky, "What did you mean before when you were talking to Annie? When you said something about half hour, two each?" "Mmmm, half hour massage," Alison replied, almost purring with pleasure, "and two each is climaxes at the end." "At the end? At the bloody end? Of half an hour?" I almost screamed the words at her. "How long has it been so far, three minutes or so? I am not going to last half an hour, Ali." The men both laughed with Alison. "If you want to pleasure yourself before then, go right ahead," Alison told me, "Oh wait, you can't move your hands, can you? Ooh, Marie, darling that is going to make it a little awkward for you, isn't it?". More laughter. I looked up at Frank's face, my best look of begging in my eyes and he just smiled. Firm fingers stroked between the oiled cheeks of my bum, making me squirm helplessly as Frank moved round to the side of me, still with that tempting bulge only inches from my face, from my mouth. I was almost drooling. The fingers started doing a dance along the insides of my half-open thighs, down to inside my knees and back all the way up, stopping the tiniest fraction of an inch from my starving pussy lips, then back down again and again. I was almost screaming. When he finally moved further down, I breathed a sigh of relief but then he reached my feet. Oh My!, Who would have thought.....feet could be... so....oh wow....so sensitive. Even in between the toes, under the sole, fingernails scratching softly... my toes... curling ..., Oh My God!. By the time I was turned over onto my back my legs were trembling uncontrollably. Again, hands started sliding up my legs outside the thighs, then the top surface across the knees and upwards, then inside calves and thighs and again stopping just before where I most wanted, most needed to be touched. Over and over again until I was pushing my torso upwards trying to get the tiniest touch where it was needed and failing to make contact. If my hands had been free I would have used them on myself for sure, I was that desperate. Then Frank moved around to stand at my head. More warm oils. Shoulders and neck were caressed softly bringing me to the point of squirming sensuously as he found every nerve and muscle. Then slowly down, ribs, down to hips, and back, fingers brushing along the sides of my tits, just missing the nipples and back to repeat the moves. Then a tiny bit more contact with nipples, then a fraction more and then they were being stroked properly, oiled fingers letting them slip from his grip, teasing them to full rigidity, then caressing the whole thing, one tit under each hand, then sliding so easily as Frank moved along the bench until fingers finally found the soaking wet and so sensitive pussy. At last. Every nerve was screaming and still everything was so, so slow, fingers gently tracing along my wetness, then parting the lips to stroke the clit, More slow tracing the path and then two fingers slid so easily into the welcoming slit. My breathing was ragged, as his thumbs began to rub. Slowly at first, then harder and faster with each stroke, while talented fingers wriggled more securely into place deep inside me, before starting to slide in and out of my well-lubricated hole. Then I was screaming as I arched my back and bottom clear of the table and all my weight on my shoulders and feet, as I thrust desperately at Frank's hand while I was exploding for him. As I sank back down, I saw Alison sat up watching me, a big smile on her face, obviously enjoying watching me come. After a few moments I managed to get my voice working again. "Are you not climaxing?" I asked her. She laughed, "Darling, I came twice while you were busy and beauties they were, noisy too. Thank you, Will," she said, smiling at him, "But you still have another to go yet." "That is okay," I told her, a little shy at the thought of coming while being watched by Will, "That one will do me nicely, thanks." "Oh no, Marie, we can't do that," she insisted, "Annie would get annoyed if we did not get what we ordered, wouldn't she, Frank?" The Greek God nodded seriously. "I know," Alison announced, "We will give Marie a real treat. Frank, have you got Big Blue handy?" I looked at her in bewilderment. "Big Blue"? What the hell? Frank had turned away to a wall cupboard and came back with a vibe in his hands, but what a vibe. Royal blue in color, it must have been at least twelve to fourteen inches long with a ridged surface. I looked at it in nervous awe. "Oh no, Alison, that will never fit." I protested. Of course it will," she insisted, "I will show you," and she came over to my bench, gorgeously naked, nipples erect on her lovely tits. She took the vibe from Frank. Okay, boys," she ordered, "Will, tits; Frank, clit; let's show this sexy MILF what a climax really is." The boys happily began, Will teasing nipples with expert fingers while Frank once again assaulted my tender clit. Between them I was almost coming before Alison even turned the vibe on. It was only purring softly at first, obviously a low setting and Ali pressed it slowly and softly against my open pussy, smiling as my pussy lips stretched around the thickness of the giant, almost sucking it into me. I lay still, as my slit expanded around the beast, scared to move almost. Then Alison turned it up, bit by bit, and I felt it throbbing irresistibly between my thighs. As Alison slid it slowly out of me, I could feel every one of the ridges come clear of my soaking pussy lips before she slid it smoothly back in and then started pumping it in and out. I was soon thrusting up to meet her lunges, legs now open wide as I could get them. Still the boys were teasing my clit and tits, so it was not long before I was frantically writhing until I came so violently, love-juices literally squirting out of my plugged hole until the vibe was removed and I collapsed, helplessly twitching. The boys had to help me to the shower, my wrist restraints removed, holding me up as I was soaped and lathered by my darling Alison and made presentable yet again. Okay, I admit, I did grab a couple of quick handfuls of their bums as I was being washed, purely to keep from falling. As we were leaving, we were both rewarded by a kiss each from each of the lads, plus an extra-deep one from our hostess, Annie. Alison seemed happy with the results of our "shopping" trip. I had to confess that I had also enjoyed it very much. That got me one of her kisses and my bottom squeezed. On the way home, Alison let me know her husband was going to be away for the weekend at a business meeting, so she was going to be in an empty house from Saturday morning, right through until late Sunday night. The way she smiled at me let me know just how I was going to be spending my weekend.
Love Thy Neighbor Chapter 3 - Girls' Night In =============================================================================== A night in with a neighbor gets hotter when a third neighbor joins them I heard the car door slam, then the engine revving, the noise receding as the car drove away. I put the kettle on, getting back to the living room, just as the knock came on the front door. Sure enough, it was my next-door neighbor, Alison. "Hi, Alison, Come on in, kettle's on already," I smiled at her confused look, "I heard John leaving, guessed you would pop in, to let me know he was gone." She smiled as understanding came to her, then approached me, arms going around my waist and kissing me sweetly. "Aww, you are fully dressed," she complained, "I was hoping to find you in just the robe, or even less." "Saturday morning, darling," I told her, "shopping to get, and I somehow think Sainsbury's would object to me shopping in nothing but a tiny robe." Her hand cupped a buttock, squeezing and pulling me in to her. I smacked it away. "Let me get the coffee made first," I admonished her, "Then we can talk." She nuzzled my neck. "I can think of better things to do than talk", she murmured. "I know what you would prefer to do," I laughed, "but I cannot spend all day in bed, being your sexy come-slut, much as the idea appeals to me." "Spoilsport," she muttered, as we took our coffees into the living room, and sat down, "You wait until tonight, you will not have any excuses then." "Tonight?" I queried, "what is happening tonight?" She looked at me sharply, then realised I was just teasing her. "Ooh, you just wait, Marie Taylor," she warned, "just for that, I will make sure you scream especially nicely for me tonight." I laughed with her at the threat, but I knew she was more than capable of carrying it out. As she was leaving, she turned to me as I opened the front door. "Can you be ready by seven?" she asked, "I was thinking, I could cook something for the two of us, if you don't mind? It will save you having to mess about cooking a solitary meal, won't it? And I already have wine for us." "That sounds wonderful," I told her, "thank you. Anything you want me to bring?" "Just yourself, darling," she replied, kissing me softly, "preferably in that gorgeous little dress we got from Janet. After all, it is only next door, isn't it? Not like you are going across town in it. See you later, sexy MILF." As I closed the door behind her, I reflected how Alison always made me feel like I was tangling with a hurricane. She always swept me away in her enthusiasm and devil-may-care attitude, like a force of nature. I had thought she had forgotten that dress we got last week. Admittedly, it was pure, undiluted sexiness, hiding nothing at all while looking gorgeous. It also made it quite clear that I was going to get ravished, and probably repeatedly. Hmm, why did that thought make my toes curl, and my nipples harden? Ah well, she had seen me in it before, briefly. And I had been given plenty of warning, about what to expect this weekend. I had to admit, I had been looking forward to it all week. Seven o'clock found me freshly showered, powdered and perfumed, and dressed, if you can call it that, in the gorgeous gossamer dress that showed more that it hid, with nothing under it, and just a pair of heeled silver sandals on my feet. I looked out of the window before opening the front door. I know it was only next door, but that meant going up my path, out of the gate, along to Alison's gate, and down her path to her door. All the while dressed in a totally revealing mini-dress in full view of anyone coming along the street. All clear, I scurried as quickly as I dared in those heels, making it to Alison's gate, just as a group of four youths came along. A moment of stunned disbelief, then whistles and cheers from them followed me down the path to the door. I knocked on it, praying Ali would be quick opening it, but it felt like ages before the door finally opened, and the lads went away happy with the view I had given them. Alison was elegantly dressed in a beautiful maroon knitted dress, that molded itself to her curvaceous figure, and made me feel even more naked. I hurried inside, closing the door behind me, and Alison greeted me with one of her long, hot, come-to-bed kisses. I felt my knees starting to tremble before she had finished. She pulled away from me, her hand cupping my bottom to steer me into her living room. The dining table was already set for us, a bottle of wine already open. The meal was simple, but enjoyable, and we chatted inconsequentially during it. Alison displaying a lovely relaxed charm and, as I already knew. a delightfully wicked sense of humor. After the meal, we sat on the sofa, sipping our wine, a new bottle having to be opened already, and we were both in that lovely relaxed mood. Alison put her glass down and inched over a little, so she could nuzzle my neck. I put my drink down before I spilled it. "Alison," I murmured, "you do know what nibbling my neck does to me?" Her hand caressed a boob, making me squirm. "Of course I do, silly," she replied, "why else would I be doing it?" I was trying to think of a good answer to that, as she pushed me forward slightly, and took hold of my wrist. It may have been the wine, or the effects of her nibbling my neck, but it took me a few moments to realize what she was doing, by which time the furry handcuffs had been put on both wrists behind my back. "I told you I would be needing them soon, "she laughed, as she saw the look I gave her. "you were with me when I got them, remember?" "How could I forget," I said, "it is not every day I get ravished in a shop." More laughter, and I found myself joining in with her. Soft kisses on my lips while soft yet firm fingers teased sensitive nipples. I squirmed for her, feeling the warm wetness already beginning between my legs. I leaned back into her embrace, her hand reaching under the hem of the dress, finding the warm wetness waiting for her finger. She stroked along the slit, pussy lips being pushed aside as her nail gently brushed the sensitive skin, before rubbing the erect clit. I moaned softly for her, my legs opening as her finger pressed harder. Oh God, I was so ready. My mind was floating, and dimly I heard a mobile phone beep softly, the way mine did when a text was received. Damn it, it could wait. Hang on, I hadn't brought mine. Alison sat up straighter, still stroking softly. "Marie?" she asked quietly, "you remember last week, telling me how your step-sister had got you to let her tie you, and then invited her friend round to share you?" "Mmm, yes," I said, slowly, suspicion suddenly creeping into my mind. A knock came at the front door, kicking suspicion out and replacing it with stone cold certainty. "Well," Alison murmured, nuzzling my neck, before getting up, "I kind of borrowed her idea." She had gone out of the room before I could reply. She returned moments later alone. "Alison," I glared at her, "what have you done? Tell me you have not invited some total stranger to join us, with me like this?" "No, of course not," she assured me, "it is..." The words were cut off, as the door to the hallway opened, and one of our neighbors from a few doors away, Champa, came into the room. Any thought of protest from me vanished instantly. Champa was gorgeous. She claimed to be forty-five, but looked more like thirty. About my height, slim, very long black hair falling down her back, to below her shoulder blades, of Indian descent, but born and raised in England, and with the most gorgeous, rich coffee-colored skin. She was stunning, to the point where, when she did her gardening in those tiny white tennis shorts, every man in the street, and me, found excuses to be out front doing jobs, just so we could enjoy the view. She worked at our local paper shop, so I saw her often when I did shopping. Tonight, she was wearing a short denim dress, sleeveless with buttons down the front and an elasticized waist, with the top three buttons undone. I realised I was standing up, I must have stood, when I was getting ready to yell at Alison. Champa came over to me, one hand reaching round my neck and pulling me to a slow kiss with her. Again with the trembling legs. After the kiss, she looked behind me, to see the cuffs holding my wrists. An eyebrow raised, then a knowing look, as her hand stroked gently down the side of my boob. She smiled, as she sat at one end of the sofa, helping me to sit, while Ali poured drinks, before coming to sit on the other side of me. "Marie," Champa said softly, "I can't thank you enough, for letting me come here tonight. It has been so long since I found time for any girl to girl fun, what with working late at the shop, and having a husband to cater for. I never seem to get any free time that fitted in with Alison." She raised my glass for me, Ali had added a straw, so I could drink. She sipped her own wine before continuing. "When I found I was free tonight, I asked Ali if we could have a girls' evening, and when she told me she had already promised you, I was ready to accept that, but she insisted I could join you." She looked at me anxiously, "is that okay with you? Really?" "Of course, more than okay," I smiled at her, "I might need help to protect me against a cruel Mistress, who wants me to come for her all night long." Alison joined in our laughter. "Marie, my sexy come-slut," she said, stroking my boob, "Champa let slip a while back, that she loves bondage games, where she has a sexy woman tied, so she can play with her." Her smile grew wider as she saw realization sink in. Champa nodded, as I looked at her, and she was also smiling at my reaction. "I am not too sub, as you already found," Alison went on, "so imagine how thrilled Champa was, to discover that you were bi, and sub." "By the way, my darling Marie," Champa purred, "that dress is so sexy, But so are you. And I never even suspected you were bi." Her hand crept under the front of the dress, which had already ridden up, almost to my waist. I felt a smooth finger stroke my wetness, and saw Chapa's eyes widen in surprise. "Oh god, Marie," she gasped, "I could see you had no bra, but I had no idea you had nothing at all under the dress, I thought it was maybe a skin-tone thong." She smiled widely at Alison. "Is the bedroom ready, or do you want to play down here for a while?" she asked Alison. "I take that to mean you want to start sampling our sexy MILF," Ali replied. "go on then, I will go grab some more wine." As Ali left the room, Champa helped me to my feet, then walked slowly round me, stroking her hands over my body through the thin dress. Both nipples were tweaked, and my bottom stroked, with fingers running under the hem onto my bare buttocks. "Mmm, so soft," she murmured into my ear, "tell me, Marie, how are you at being spanked?" Her teeth nibbling a path from my ear to my shoulder, while her hand squeezed my tit, distracted me from answering for a few moments. When I could think clearly again, I told her. "I squeal, I cry, and I wriggle. Ali knows, she spanked me the other week." "Really?" she questioned, patting my bum firmly, "whatever for?" "Not letting her know before this, that I was bi, and into sexy games," I admitted shakily, as her hand snaked between my legs, stroking gently in the crack between the cheeks of my arse. "Ah, well you didn't let me know either," she told me, "and that really was naughty of you, sexy Marie, wasn't it." I was saved from answering by Alison returning with the drinks, again with a straw in mine. "Before we start," Alison stated, "we need to agree that from now on, anything that the three of us do, or say, stays between the three of us, Agreed?" Champa and I both nodded our agreement to this simple, but essential rule. Ali handed the drinks out, mine going on the table so I could drink without help. "And what did I miss while I was in the kitchen?" Ali asked. "Oh, Marie has just been admitting she was a naughty girl, not letting me know she was bi, and that you already spanked her for not telling you," Champa told her. "I think, if you spanked her for that, then I should get to punish her the same. Don't you agree, Alison?" Alison smiled at me. "Oh definitely," she agreed, "that is only fair." I sighed in resignation, as Champa sat down and patted her lap. I started to bend down over it, but was stopped. "Oh no, Marie," I was told by Champa, "the other way. We want Ali to be able to see that gorgeous bum growing pink, don't we?" I bent over as directed, and Champa pulled me down firmly, while Alison lifted my feet and rested them on her lap, forcing my head down until it was brushing the floor. With wrists cuffed behind me, it was impossible for me to get up again without help, and my bum was stuck high, perfectly positioned. The dress flopped down towards my boobs, leaving me naked to well above my waist. I heard appreciative murmurs, as my arse was displayed so prominently, and hands were wandering over it, stroking and probing, forcing me to wriggle. When Ali had spanked me, I had expected it to sting, what with her being bigger than me, but Champa was the same size as I was, maybe even lighter than I am, so her first smack came as a shock. Smack in the centre, across both cheeks, forcing me to yell loudly in surprise and the next landed before I had gotten over the first. Unlike Ali, Champa gave no rest between strokes, and 10 sharp stinging smacks had been administered before I knew it. My bottom was stinging madly, and felt very warm, not to mention tender to the touch. I found that out when Alison stroked it gently. God, I almost went through the ceiling. Once I had been helped up, I was sat on Champa's knee, while she kissed away my tears, her free hand teasing a nipple, while Alison stroked fingernails up and down my spine. Oh God, I was so wet. A quick wriggle and push from Champa, and I was sat on the sofa between my two mistresses. My legs were pulled open by their legs, and the shoulder straps of my dress were slipped off my shoulders, so the dress could be slid down, exposing my tits. Champa started exploring how much I reacted to having my neck nibbled, while she teased a nipple with one hand, while Alison teased a nipple with her teeth, and stroked the dampness between my legs. Inevitably, her fingers slid into the open slit, wriggling into position, before starting to slide in and out of me. As I started reacting to this, Champa moved her hand down from my tits to my clit, teasing it first, then rubbing it firmly. I was totally helpless, and could only sit there, legs spread wide, as my two sexy tormentors brought me to a wonderful, screaming climax for them. As I slumped down, breathing hard, and waiting for the twitching to decrease, I was vaguely aware of Alison moving away, then returning to sit back next to me. Then shock as cold metal made contact with my sensitive nipples. Oh, the sneaky bitch, she had got the nipple clamps out. I whimpered as the second of the clips was fixed to my other nipple, and Alison handed the end of the chain to Champa. "You will find these so useful, for leading our sexy slut upstairs, darling," Alison told her, "Our Marie responds wonderfully to the lead, don't you my gorgeous come-slut?" she asked me. "Yes, Alison," I answered obediently, hoping Champa would not want to see the effect of the clamps on me. It was a vain hope. She tugged gently on the chain, forcing me to thrust my chest forward, trying to reduce the effect of the pull on my tingling nipples. A sexy smile from Champa was the only result of my effort. She stood, pulling the chain to make me stand too. "I think we had better take the dress off before we go up," she told Alison, "You get that hand and undo the cuffs." With one of them holding a wrist each, the cuffs were unlocked, and the dress slipped off me, before my wrists were refastened. Standing completely naked between my two fully-dressed Mistresses, made me feel even more exposed and vulnerable, not to mention horny. Champa led the way upstairs, the chain held firmly in one hand, while I followed, enjoying the sight of her slim sexy legs as I looked up at her delicious rear view, inches in front of my eyes. Alison followed me, hand stroking sensuously between my bum cheeks and down between my legs to my wet pussy, which was on display for her every step I took. When Champa turned into Alison's bedroom without hesitation, I realised she had been here often enough for it to be familiar territory for her, whereas it was my first time. Once in the room, she pushed me onto the bed, hooking the chain over the metal bedstead. As she turned away, Alison put loving arms around her, kissing her deeply, and starting to unbutton Champa's denim dress. Champa laughed at Alison's eagerness, returning her kiss, and reaching around Ali to unzip the woolen dress, letting it slip from Alison's wonderfully curvaceous figure, leaving her in just a sexy see-through bra and panties set. As Alison finished with the buttons on Champa's dress, that came off to show Champa did not bother with a bra, and was left in just a silky blue thong. I lay on the bed, fascinated and becoming more aroused as their hands wandered over each other, and warm lips found favorite areas to kiss. Champa's thong had gone, along with Alison's bra, and Champa was on her knees, sliding the black lacy panties from Alison, mouth exploring the area so recently revealed. Oh God, I was getting so horny. Eventually they came over to the bed, one lying either side of me. Two sets of fingers slid along my slit, looking at the moisture on the fingers. "I think our come-slut is a little too ready for us, Ali," Champa said, "she needs to calm down a bit, if we want to get the most from her. How is she at being made to wait?" Alison smiled wickedly at me, before replying. "Terrible, she wants it all the time," she laughed, "have you any idea how much she will suffer, if you don't let her come?" Champa put her finger inside me, rubbing gently, and watching me squirm. "Oh yes," she smiled at me, "I think I can guess, but that is what makes it so much fun." She slid her finger from my wetness, holding it to my mouth for me to clean the juices from it. Then started tugging gently on the nipple clamps. I moaned softly as the tender tips were pulled. It did not help when Alison stroked along my pussy lips. "Here is what we are going to do, Marie, my sexy MILF," Champa told me, "you are going to use that talented tongue that Alison told me about, to give Ali and myself climaxes. If you are very good, then after we have come, we will let you come. Understood?" I nodded, but a sharp yank on my chain reminded me of my place. "Yes, Champa, sexy Mistress," I murmured. She turned my face towards her, kissing my lips, tongue invading my mouth, teasing and tempting. As she pulled away from me, I was turned again for Alison to get her kisses. I was already squirming, so ready to come, but they were not going to let that happen, not until they were ready. The nipple clamps were removed, causing me to gasp as the nipples started tingling. I squirmed around until I was kneeling between Champa's spread legs, enjoying the sight of her open pussy, rich pink surrounded by a faint black fuzz, and a beautifully erect clit. Looked like my sexy Mistress was ready to come, before I even tasted her. I bent my head, tongue stroking along the slit, tasting sweet wetness, before probing and teasing with my tongue. She was already moaning softly, as my lips closed on her clit, tongue-flicking it, then breaking off as I felt my bum-hole invaded. Oh God, Alison had slid some kind of vibe or butt plug into me, strong enough to stimulate without making me come. My legs were trembling as I bent once more to my task, punishing Champa's clit with tongue and teeth, nibbling gently, squeezing hard with lips, flicking again and again. Her hands clutched my hair, pulling my face harder into her, as she thrust up at me, grinding into me, then clutching the sheet, as I felt her start to come. Still I continued, not relaxing, not letting her stop, and she was now bucking hard, breath coming in short gasps, faster and faster, until she arched her back, screaming so nicely for me as she hit the very top, and came over my face. As she collapsed back down, I could hear her saying, "Oh God, Oh God, Oh God," over and over. I lay with head on her hip, feeling her twitching, until she reached down, pulling me up towards her, then covering my face and neck with hot kisses. As she lay me back, she looked across me. "Oh Wow, Alison," she gasped, "I thought you were exaggerating about what our sexy MILF could do, but mmm, that was amazing. Thank you, Marie." Her hand stroked my face gently, while her other hand teased a nipple idly, forcing a squirm from me. She looked at me quizzically, then stroked a finger along the slit, feeling how wet I was down there. I moaned, trying to push up at the finger. "Our girl is really getting desperate, Alison," she said, "Are you having yours now, or shall we stop for a drink first?" They both laughed as my face showed my shock at her suggestion. The vibrating butt plug was still tormenting me, and Alison was teasing my nipples, Champa was still stroking oh so gently along my wetness, and I was ready to kill for just one climax. "I think I feel horny right now," Alison announced, "so I will use out lovely cunning linguist, and get us some drinks after I have enjoyed coming." She leaned over to kiss me. "Besides, Marie should be even more horny after making me come," she continued, "waiting while we have drinks, should get her climbing the walls." She sat astride me, knees either side of my head, and lowered herself, until my mouth was in reach of her wide open pussy, As I started eating her, I saw Champa start kissing her, both of them with hands teasing ripe nipples. Alison had been right, she was horny already, and was soon wriggling delightfully on my face, squirming and grinding down as she went higher, and it took very little effort from me, before she was coming, head back, and a sexy scream being forced from her, as her love-juice covered my face. Before she had come down fully from the climax, Champa had dragged her over, and was between her legs. Tongue burrowing, and fingers working Alison's clit hard and fast. Champa took her right back up, and brought her to a second, even more powerful climax, that left Alison slumped helplessly across me, legs trembling. I would have given anything to have Champa do the same to me, but I knew she wouldn't. I could not even beg her, because if I did, she would just make me wait even longer. "Looks like Alison is not feeling up to getting us our drinks," she told me, "I will go bring them up." Her hand went between my legs, stroking until I was squirming for her. "Aww, Marie, are you getting horny, darling?" she asked, laughing at my discomfort, "soon, sexy girl." When she returned, she had wine and glasses, and damp cloths to wipe us down with. Alison was recovered, and held my glass for me while I drank through a straw. When we had all finished, the two looked at me, than at each other. What do you think? Sybian?" asked Alison of Champa. Mmm, should be fun, double?" Champa replied. They both smiled at my uncomprehending look. Alison went to the corner and pulled out what looked like a footstool, except it had a rounded top, and straps, and an electrical cable. Ali plugged it in, then did something to it, and two dildo things stuck up a couple of inches from the seat. I was stood up and the butt plug was removed, then I was led over to the thing, and sat astride it, so the two prongs fitted snugly into my pussy and bum hole. Then, my legs were moved so I was kneeling with the machine between my legs. Straps were fastened around my knees, and my ankles, so I was sat firmly on it, unable to raise myself more than an inch at most. "This will fuck you senseless, Marie darling," Alison explained, "I have it set to start slow, and to increase speed every three minutes, all the way to full speed. Don't try to resist, it can't be done. And it does not stop, until I turn it off, so relax, and enjoy a fucking like you never dreamed of." She flicked the switch, and the machine started. I had been placed so I could be watched by anyone sat on the bed, and so I could watch them. I had no idea the prongs were so big, I though a couple of inches were all there was. How was I to know they were seven inches long? I did try rising in my seat, but it was impossible, and the twin cocks impaled me, again and again.. At first it just felt nice, then they grew more insistent, as the speed increased. The next speed change found me with head back and fists clenched. I could see my two sexy Mistresses on the bed, legs tangled, and fingers fucking each other's cunts, as they watched me . By now I was so near coming, and when it increased again, I was helpless to stop myself from exploding, love juices flooding out, and screaming as I came. As Alison had warned, the machine carried on regardless. Screams from the bed told me that my two Mistresses had come, but I was past caring. All that existed for me were those two fake cocks pumping into my arse and cunt, taking me high again and forcing another climax from me. I was whimpering now, as the machine forced me to new levels of arousal, and I was coming and coming. Sweat covered me and I was grunting, then growling as I came yet again, almost passing out with the intensity of it. My cunt was twitching madly as the thrusting ended, and I felt the straps being undone, then soft hands were helping me onto the bed, caressing my sweat-drenched skin. I slowly became aware of gorgeous, dark-pink nipples inches from my mouth, as Champa leaned across me, and I happily raised my head to take one into my mouth, bringing a happy squeal from Champa. followed by warm kisses on my neck and lips. I suddenly realised my hands were free, and I slipped one round each of my sexy ravishers, cupping their sexy bottoms, and squeezing gently as they wriggled delightfully for me. I whispered to Champa, and she nodded, smiling at me. Rolling onto Alison, I started kissing her mouth, then started moving down, nibbling her neck, then across to hard nipples. I pushed her arms up slightly, and as Ali raised them over her head, Champa grabbed the wrists, holding them firmly. I smiled at Alison's look of shock, then tickled her exposed armpits. I expected some reaction, but Ali surpassed all expectations. She went wild, laughing helplessly, and wriggling uncontrollably as I carried on tickling armpits and ribs, while Champa held her tightly. During her struggles, Ali's legs had opened wide and it was so easy to slide down, until I could reach that gorgeous pussy, teasing and probing with my tongue, then moving hands down to torment her erect clit, and she came in seconds for us. Champa and I collapsed across Ali's body, giggling like schoolgirls. We were stroking each other wherever we could reach, not neglecting Alison's sexy body, and it was not long before Alison was joining in the touching and teasing session. Somehow I ended up astride Champa, my knees on her upper arms and my gaping pussy inches from that beautiful mouth. I moved slightly, and her tongue slipped into me. "Stay right there, Marie," called Alison from behind me, "it is her turn now to be helpless." A quick look over my shoulder, showed Alison holding Chapa's legs as wide apart as she could reach, and lowering her head to Champa's wide open cunt. Champa started squirming, but with my weight on her upper arms and torso, she could not move, so Alison was able to molest her pussy without interruption. The thought of that was an incredible turn on, and with Champa tongue-fucking me, I was coming so hard, followed seconds later by Champa, as Alison took her over the top. We were all lying on the bed, enjoying a three-way cuddle. This was what I called a girls' night in. Suddenly, Champa sat up with a scream. "Oh God, the time," she yelled, "I said I would be home by 11, that was ages ago." She slipped into her dress quickly, fastening a few buttons then slipping her shoes on. She leaned over, kissing us both. "Sorry to dash, but, you know what it's like. We have got to do this again soon, thank you, Marie, you are a wonderful sub. And you too Ali, it was wonderful. Bye," and she was gone. I sat up, stretching luxuriously. "I suppose I had better be going as well, " I said, "let you get some sleep." As I was saying this, I had wriggled my shoulders, pulling arms back and stretching. As I finished speaking, I felt my hand held, and a familiar click behind me. Alison pushed me back onto the bed. "Now," she purred, "where were we, before Champa arrived?"
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