Mrs. Jackson-Part 1-The Seduction
This story is fiction. I hope you enjoy it and the installments to come. This is my first time writing erotica (I am a freelance writer with other published works) and therefore I wish to remain anonymous. I am a married female who has had several lesbian experiences in college (about 20 years ago). My fantasy life remains, however, very active. Enjoy and e-mail me your reviews at velvetcreme@hotmail.com
How can I begin to tell you about Mrs. Jackson? She is tall and blonde and lithe, very preppy and a real vixen. I used to admire her for most of my teenage summers from across the pool at the club, her long legs tanned and smooth, her 40 something body just like a teenager's, but with a certain maternal fullness about it. My own figure was short and a bit pudgy. Voluptuous, I liked to say. My hair is dark and curly, both on my head and my sex, and my eyes are a deep knowing brown. I was smart and thoughtful, prone to romantic daydreams. I was 17, a new graduate of Darien High School and, although I had friends from all cliques, I had never even been kissed. I was planning to attend Vassar in the fall and longed to have some sort of sexual experience before going to college. I fantasized and dreamed constantly, mostly about women, and mostly about Mrs. Jackson.
Mrs. Jackson was a prominent member of our suburban area, very social with many friends and a handsome husband, and 3 beautiful children. She was everything I wasn't and all the more appealing because of this. I was obsessed with her: what did she do at home? What did she do in bed with her husband? What kind of life has she had? Once, last summer, I caught her coming out of the shower in the pool house. She was one of those women who was so confident about their bodies that they could emerge naked in a semi-public place, completely unaware of their effect on others. I was much shyer and modest about such things. "Oh, hello," she said, music to my ears. "Would you mind handing me that pink towel over there? Thanks so much. I forgot to bring it over here myself!" I couldn't say anything but, "Oh, you're welcome, Mrs. Jackson." (I had been raised to address my elders formally.) Seeing her in the nude like that made me cream in my swimsuit.
It was difficult not to feast my eyes on her erect nipples, so beautiful were they next to the ample white mounds of her breasts. Her entire torso was white set off by a well-bronzed tan line. I thought I heard myself gasp. "What is your name? I know I've seen you here before." "Catherine Miller," I stammered. "What a beautiful name. Is it with a C' or a K'?" "C," I blurted. "Oh, lovely. My mother's name was Catherine." She smiled as she rubbed down her moist skin. So together. So beautiful. "Have a lovely afternoon!" she called after me as I turned redfaced and left the pool house. That afternoon I went home and masterbated with my special dildo, coming long and deep, dreaming of Mrs. Jackson.
One day, that same summer before college, I was browsing through the bulletin board at the pool when I noticed a posting: "Housesitter and petsitter wanted. Three weeks in August. Great pay for the right person. Contact Victoria Jackson at 555-3923." I immediately began to quiver. This was MY Mrs. Jackson! I had heard her friends at the poolside "Oh, Victoria"-ing this and that and the regal name seemed to suit her stature and beauty.
And now here she was, requesting help for something I could certainly do. I wasn't expected at college until September 1st and I had part-time jobs at the town library and in a small cafe. Surely I could housesit, too. I saw this as my one chance to get to know Mrs. Jackson apart from ogling her across the water or in the shower. I wanted to be her friend, to know more about her. This was my chance at least to explore her home and sleuth around about my secret fantasy woman. Who knows what I might find?
That night I called her home. "Hello, this is Victoria Jackson speaking." She had a soft, but clipped voice. Almost English in its accent but really more suburban Darien, Connecticut.
"Ah, Hi, Mrs. Jackson? This is Catherine Miller from the club. I noticed your ad for a housesitter and I am interested in the job."
"Great. Yes, I believe we've met, Catherine." Oops, I thought, she must be referring to our shower encounter! "Are you available from August 1-25? We will be leaving for Europe for a family vacation on August 1 and I need someone reliable to stay in our house, and take care of our dog. The housekeeper comes twice a week to clean and the landscaping crew comes once. Really, we just want a secure and trustworthy presence while we're away."
"I am certainly that."
"Before we continue, may I ask you a personal question?"
"Of course."
"Do you have a boyfriend?"
"Umm. No."
"I only ask because we don't want any wild parties or sleepovers here. We'd really prefer an honor student in college to be quite frank. It's not that I object to having boyfriends, of course, it's just THEY always have friends and well, you know."
"Of course I understand. As for my honor status, I begin my freshman year at Vassar on September 1st so I'm almost in college.and I was an honor student in high school, in fact, second in my class at Darien High."
"VASSAR!" Mrs. Jackson wailed. "I went to Vassar, too! In fact we'll be staying with my former college roommate at her villa in Italy for a week. Oh, you'll love it there. I will have to tell you all about my college years."
Immediately her tone changed from a haughty clip to a more familiar and trusting voice. I could tell that we would have some common ground together and a chance to get to know each other, too.
"I'm sorry, what is your name again? My mind is racing with so many things."
"Catherine. Catherine Miller."
"Excellent, Catherine. Why don't you come over tomorrow afternoon for some iced tea and we'll talk more about things. I can show you around and we can see if this is something we both want."
Oh, I want, I thought to myself, my pulse raising with desire, my mind imagining the possibilities of this acquaintance. I couldn't wait to drive up her driveway tomorrow afternoon and open that door.
The doorbell rang twice before the tanned, sundressed form of Mrs. Jackson opened it. Her house was big and expansive with black shutters in the Colonial Revival style, not unlike the kind you see in the Connecticut suburbs. The lawns and grounds were neatly manicured and the only car, aside from my own used Honda Civic, was Mrs. Jackson's gray Mercedes convertible parked out front. I could sense she was the only one home.
"Hello, please come in." She offered me her hand and shook mine very firmly yet comfortably. "I recognize you now from the club!" She smiled and I realized what she was thinking.
"The kids are at the club with their nanny and I'm just lounging out back with a book. Come on through."
`Out back' was a beautifully private enclosed garden area with a landscaped pool and large jacuzzi. There wasn't a neighbor in site and the dense trees formed a lovely screen around their property. A typical suburban paradise, I thought, a few steps up from what I was used to in our comfortable, but less affluent, part of town.
We sat around her table under the cool of an awning as she poured me a tall iced tea. We chatted and drank and got to know each other a bit better. She was very at ease with me and I began to feel less self-conscious in her presence, all the while trying not to stare too much at her beautiful face and form, and that incredible body.
"Why don't we have a tour of the house now that we both like each other and you are obviously perfect for the job." Oh that's just grand, I thought. She must mean that I am bookish and prim and not at all the party type she was worried about having here.
"Great!" I answered.
"Now, as I told you, all I need is you to be here at night and when you have free time from any other jobs you might have. There is an alarm system to show you, too, and you have to meet Gus, of course. Do you like dogs?"
"Oh yes, we have had many over the years."
"Well, Gus is a gentle giant, really. He likes to go for a morning walk, too."
Gus was certainly more dog than I was expecting! Victoria opened the basement door and there was this big, panting Great Dane ready to come barreling into the room. He jumped up on his mistress and lapped her face eagerly.
"Gus, GUS! Get down now and mind your manners! We have company! Really now." She smiled through her stern demeanor and was obviously quite fond of the animal. He immediately obeyed but then went lunging for me, soon sniffing my crotch eagerly as if he knew how wet and hungry it was. "Gus, REALLY, that is quite enough! Go lie down on your bed!"
"I'm so sorry about that. Just tell him `NO, Gus' firmly and he's all yours. He's not neutered so we have an elaborate underground wired fence outside to keep him from roaming. Just make sure his collar is on at all times!"
She didn't have to tell me about his sexual status. Gus's balls were in plain site as was his cock shaft. Wow, this was one big dog. For a split second I imagined Mrs. Jackson down on all fours with Gus' shaft plunging into her wet pussy.but I soon had to get that smirk off my face. Besides, she would never really DO such a thing! Nor would I.imagine, fucking a dog!?
"What are you grinning at?"
"Well, he's just so, mmm, BIG!"
"Of course he is. He's a Dane! What kind of dogs are you used to?"
"Springer Spaniels."
Mrs. Jackson laughed and turned on her heel for the rest of the house tour. Gus lay down on his bed in the sunroom, seemingly content with his mistress' orders and my new presence in his house. I felt safe with him there, too.
We resumed the tour and a discussion of all of the things I would need to know when I moved over in a couple of weeks. I admired her house and tasteful decor. There were pictures of her handsome husband and family everywhere we turned and it was obvious that this woman had lived a life of great wealth and privilege. They looked like they all had popped right out of a Ralph Lauren spread: tanned, healthy family, two children-one girl and one boy-about 8 and 10 respectively. Perhaps Mrs. Jackson had even modeled before having her children. Maybe Mr. Jackson was an international financier or lawyer in Manhattan. From their cozy chic surroundings it seemed that they were what Darien knew as an "old money" family but these days it was increasingly difficult to tell. Finally, Mrs. Jackson turned to me and said "Would you like a swim?"
"Well, I'd love one but I don't have my suit and I don't think I'd fit."
"No problem. Just go in the nude! I do it all the time especially when I'm here alone. And don't worry, my husband is on a business trip for a week and the kids are both going to a pizza/slumber party after the club so no surprise appearances! You certainly don't mind if Gus and I lounge around the pool, do you? I want you to be very comfortable here and feel free to use the pool and hot tub while we're away. This will be a good opportunity to show you how to use it, too."
"Umm," I hesitated, "Sure. I guess I have time for a dip, Mrs. Jackson."
"I think this is a good time for you to start calling me Victoria, ok?"
"Alright, fine, Victoria." It felt right but a bit uncomfortable. She was at least 20 years older than me but not much more. I had high school teachers who were younger and that I addressed in the proper fashion, as I had been raised to do.
"Afterall, we are now both Vassar girls, aren't we?!"
She smiled and I just about kissed her I was so happy to be near her, in her house, becoming her friend.
"Go ahead and get comfortable and I'll get some more iced tea."
This was my cue to undress and get in the water before she had a chance to see my curvy, somewhat plump body. I would never be the Goddess she is and I was embarrassed to let her have the opportunity to determine that for herself.
As I undressed I was surprised to find that my pussy was so wet. I could even smell its sweet juices rising up from my warm legs. I quickly dove into the pool to cool off. Gus had come out poolside and was eyeing me from afar. He did seem gentle yet protective and I certainly didn't fear him.
The water was cool and refreshing. I began to tread around and relax, my body floating into a natural position with my front and face exposed to the sky and sun, my hands and feet gently tickling the water. I forgot that I was nude in a relative stranger's pool. Minutes passed while I became so relaxed.
"Enjoying yourself?"
I looked up, startled, and there was Mrs. Jackson-Victoria-in the most exquisite nude pose I had ever seen. She had been poolside watching me.
"You look like a water nymph, Catherine."
I started to tread water again, slightly embarrassed at her viewing of my less-than-desirable body.
"Mind if I join you?"
"Of course not, it's your pool." I was surely red with embarrassment now.
After taking off her sundress slowly in front of me, Victoria didn't dive in quickly and suddenly as I had. She walked down the stone steps in the shallow end very carefully and deliberately, almost as if she wanted me to savor every step. And I did. Her marvelous body was like that of the Venus DeMilo or the Botticelli Venus, perfect and fully formed and idealized. Her long, tousled blonde hair cascaded over her shoulders (it was usually in a bun or pony tail) and her blonde bush was slightly curled below. A true blonde, I thought. How rare for this part of the country!
Her firm breasts, cooled and erect, met the water with one stride as she swam towards the other end of the pool. She did several laps before finding me sitting on the side of the pool, wrapped in a towel, my legs dangling. I had been watching her for five minutes. SHE was the genuine water nymph and I was just a plain toad.
"Catherine! Why did you get out? Afraid I might bite you?"
She had swum over right next to my hanging feet and tickled them briefly as she teased me.
"No, I'm just, ah, shy."
"About being nude?"
"Well, yes, about my body."
"You have a beautiful form. Renoir would have surely painted you. What do you mean?"
I blushed.
"Well, you are just so very beautiful yourself, in every way, I can't compare."
"No you can't and you musn't. You are a lovely girl, dark and mysterious.and sweet."
She grinned and reached up to stroke my leg softly.
"Never think for a moment that you are not beautiful. You have a special sparkle, as well, and an intelligence which is so lacking in most young women today. Now come back in here before I shrivel up."
I didn't have a choice. She playfully pulled my arm and I fell into the pool, towel and all.
"Good. You've lost that damned towel, too!"
She immediately began swimming around me like a mermaid. Splashing and playing. Around and around like some sort of ancient mating ritual. I imagined her as a mermaid on the rocks with me tasting the salty brine on her breasts, feeling her slimy, soft scaly lower body. How did mermaids fuck, anyway? Something else to ponder in my fantasy life.
Meanwhile, was Victoria flirting with me now? I had no experience in such matters, only elaborate fantasies. Now, it seemed, I had every chance of having them come true. I wanted to let her lead me and not seem eager or forward in case I was beginning to get the wrong message. But the water, however cool, was also beginning to bubble with a certain lustful electricity. Victoria was generating this with her every move and swish of that fabulous fanny. Oh, the promise that this afternoon and the rest of the summer held.
Mrs. Jackson-Part 2-The Conquest
This story is fiction. I hope you enjoy it and the installments to come. This is my first time writing erotica (I am a freelance writer with other published works) and therefore I wish to remain anonymous. I am a married female who has had several lesbian experiences in college (about 20 years ago). My fantasy life remains, however, very active. Enjoy and e-mail me your reviews at velvetcreme@hotmail.com
Finally, I swam over to the stone steps and seated myself on one of them, half in the water, half out, the swelled cleavage of my breasts just peaking above the water. Victoria came to a sudden stop in front of me.
"Catherine, I think we are comfortable with each other. Can I ask you another personal question?"
Surely she was remembering the first question she had asked yesterday about any boyfriend I might have had.
"Yes," I trembled.
"Have you ever been with a man?"
"Ah, no," I demurred.
"What about a woman?"
"NO! I mean, no."
"Don't be so shocked. I just was curious."
"Yep, I'm a virgin in every way. Never even been kissed."
"That is because you are just too shy. You need to relax a bit."
"You know, I lost my virginity the summer before Vassar. It was something I needed to do."
She didn't say to whom or what and was rather coy in her expression.
"Vassar women are, well, extremely sophisticated shall we say.in every way. I knew I'd need to have some experience under me before my freshman year."
"Where did you meet your first boyfriend?"
"Oh, my dear Catherine, you are naive. I wasn't with a man or a boy, I was with a woman, much older than myself. I was a nanny to a couple in the Hamptons that summer and I soon realized my employer wanted more of me than just watching her children. It was an incredible initiation, an incredible time."
I now realized that Victoria Jackson was not as conventional as she might seem and I knew that before the summer was out I would probably know a lot more about her. My vagina tingled below the water. I was certain it was wet despite the cool water which lapped it.
"Oh, I see." I looked down at the water.
Victoria lifted my chin up. "Does this bother you? I don't want you to think less of me."
"No, of course not." I was looking right into her beautiful clear green eyes, only inches from her face. "I have often thought of the same fantasy.only, only" I stammered, "WITH YOU!" I couldn't believe I had bleated that out. I suddenly had no tact and now it was all on the line. She could either laugh at me and tell me to leave or she could show me all about being with a woman, about her incredible sex and what exactly was between her lithe legs.
She smiled and didn't laugh. She looked at me for what seemed like minutes.
"Do you remember that time you caught me out of the shower last summer?"
"Um, yes," I smiled, wickedly I thought.
"I knew you were there and that you'd been eyeing me across the pool for several years. I wanted to give you something to think about, to tease you. I know more about you than you think I do!"
"You can't imagine how I wanted you then. I can't even remember what I said!"
"Not much," she grinned.
"It was all I could do to keep from staring at you."
"What did you do later on?" she teased.
"I went home and dildoed myself, thinking of you." (I had become an extraordinary masterbater in my youth and had only recently discovered the pleasures of a vibrator.)
"Good," she said, "Just as I'd hoped! I hope you came, darling."
Before I could answer she kissed me gently on the lips, then my face and eyes and cheeks, gently pulling me towards her. I couldn't believe what was happening to me now. The afternoon sun was beginning to drop slowly into the west. I jerked suddenly from my bliss.
"What's the matter? Aren't you enjoying this?"
Mrs. Jackson looked puzzled by my reaction. She probably thought I would be a difficult conquest.
"Oh no, it is wonderful, you can't imagine.it's just that, the time, it must be six o'clock!"
"Do you have to be somewhere?"
"No, I just." I had a hard time with my modesty.
"You're worried about someone finding us here? Perhaps you're a bit scared of what's to come?"
"Well, yes."
"Please don't be. I am very gentle. Besides, my children are gone for the night. My husband is gone for days. We have plenty of time. Don't worry.and you can stick around and meet the kids in the morning. We'll have a real gal slumber party and will take things as slow or as fast as you'd like."
As she soothed my concerns she led me out of the pool with her firm but gentle grip. The water sheathed off our bodies as we emerged, the coolness of the late afternoon forming goosebumps on our skin, our erect nipples pointing the way to unlimited hours ahead of unprecedented delights. My life was changing tonight and I would never forget it.
"Here, you lie back here and dry off and I'll get you some tea."
I lounged on one of the many chaises scattered around the pool and Victoria draped a soft towel over myself, loosely and comfortably. The heat of the day was dissipating into an evening chill. I watched her firm ass as she walked over to the table to pour some drinks.
"You are so beautiful, Catherine and that was an exquisite kiss. I hope you didn't mind. I just had to."
"Mind? I can't tell you how I've longed for that."
"Would you like me to show you more?"
"I would like to be your lover, Victoria. I want you to show me everything, to teach me everything." I was surprised by the forceful huskiness of my voice, almost like a command.
This pleased Victoria very much. She crouched down and kissed me again, longingly, hungrily. Like an animal in heat. She kneaded my breasts firmly and began to stroke my torso. I began to moan softly beneath her.
"Will you let me fuck you, Catherine? Can I make love to every part of you?"
"I'm yours, Mrs. Jackson. All yours."
With that invitation, she tossed the towel aside completely and spread my legs apart with one motion. She eyed my wet pussy with the look of a conqueror. She dove in and lapped. It was incomparable bliss for me. I never could have imagined this in all of my fantasies. I could feel my wetness building, my clit bulging. I knew it wouldn't be long before I came all over her face. My fingers and dildo had provided nothing like this sensation. I began to moan softly and buck my hips up to her.
"Oh, Mrs. Jackson. Please.lick me hard."
She continued eagerly, gently, then forcefully. A bit like her handshake. This woman knew what she was doing. She reached her hands up to each of my breasts and continued to knead them, like soft unbaked lumps of dough, while I writhed beneath her lashing tongue.
Suddenly, she stopped.
"Oh Catherine, I've quite forgotten my manners.for your first time we should be somewhere special."
I gasped, "No, please..here is fine." I was so close to coming and I just couldn't wait.
"There will be plenty of time for poolside fucking later on, my dear. For now I have something else planned."
I followed her lead-and extended hand-and went into the house after her, like a sick little puppy after its mother. Gus sauntered in after us, too, apparently tired of sitting by the pool.
Victoria Jackson, in all her nude wonderment, led me up the main stairs to her bedroom. A vast king-sized bed, completely draped with a chintz canopy and side panels, like a grand Medieval bed, adorned the center of the room. A fireplace was on one side and a comfortable bathroom and dressing area were off to the other. We entered the room, Gus following behind, and Victoria locked the door behind us.
"Just to be safe!" she grinned.
She pushed me back, again gently, to her ample bed and began exploring my body with her hands and tongue. I couldn't believe this was happening to me.and on our first "date"! I began to gain confidence and no longer was ashamed to be nude in front of her. This is what she wanted..me. As she found every part of my body, it seemed, I began to unfold to her, like a budding flower opening for the first time.
The heaviness and ache in my vulva was almost unbearable. I kept hoping she would find her way back to it.
Almost sensing my wishes, she mounted me, pushing her soft bush on top of mine, gently humping and bucking. It was as if we were one.
"Oh, Catherine, sweet Catherine, now you are mine."
With that she shoved each hand firmly behind my supple ass cheeks and brought my sex closer to her. We were mashing, more furiously now, into one length of female lust. I was writhing and bucking beneath her, feeling my own orgasm building. She was kissing me very hard now and our tongues met together in the frenzy of our moving bodies. It was like what I imagined the presence of a man would be only with greater softness and longing. I had never felt such lust for someone else, even in my own teenage fantasy life.
"Mrs. Jackson.Victoria.I'm going to cum.."
I could no longer contain myself. The swollen feeling between my legs was greater than anything I had ever done to myself. My dam was ready to burst.
With that she bucked harder into me, pressing her wet mound further into mine.
"Oh God, yes, that's it babe, cum to me.come to Mommy."
She was cumming too and we both melted into one glorious heap of gushing sex and musky wetness. I had truly come with another person, a glorious woman, for the first time. We turned to each other and kissed for what seemed like hours, gently stroking each other, intertwining our legs, savoring the moment.
"How was that, my sweetness?"
"I don't know what to say.how can I thank you?"
I kissed her hungrily and deeply.
"I'm sure you will find many ways to thank me before you leave for college. We have several weeks before you'll be housesitting, too."
I couldn't imagine being in this great house without Victoria. The loneliness would be unbearable. I was beginning to think leaving for college would be even more difficult. It was as if I had found my missing link.
"Why don't you go and draw yourself a bath while I fix a snack for us to enjoy here? We can always have dinner later or go out.there is robe on the back of the door."
"Fine, I won't be long." I headed for the bathroom to mop myself off and at this point a hot bath seemed like a great idea. As I emerged into the relaxing water I couldn't wait for what would happen next.
Mrs. Jackson-Part 3-Bitches in Heat
This story is fiction. I hope you enjoy it and the installments to come. This is my first time writing erotica (I am a freelance writer with other published works) and therefore I wish to remain anonymous. I am a married female who has had several lesbian experiences in college (about 20 years ago). My fantasy life remains, however, very active. Enjoy and e-mail me your reviews at velvetcreme@hotmail.com
The bathroom fan and warm water had lulled me into a calm stupor. I was practically asleep before I looked at my watch and realized a half hour had passed! I got out of the tub, dried myself off, rubbed some rose- scented cream all over my body (I hoped this would please Victoria) and put on the robe as directed. I turned off the fan before reaching for the lights. With the water having drained and the whirring noise of the fan gone, I suddenly heard strange muffled sounds coming from the bedroom. I pressed my ear to the door in case someone had come in and I needed to hide.but where?
"Oooh, that's it. That's it. Come on, give it to Momma."
It was Victoria and this is what she had just said to me, more or less, within the past hour.
I was immediately curious but also shocked. Who was in there with her? And was I not her only lover now?
More moaning and I decided to crack the door just a bit.surely whomever was with her now knew I had been in the bathroom.
I opened the door as quietly as I could and saw Mrs. Jackson's head and arms just this side of the bed, in front of the fireplace. She did not notice that I'd opened the door. She appeared to be on all fours!
"Oh God, give me your cock, that's it. Shove it in Momma. I'm your bitch, love me, fuck your bitch."
This was quite a different woman now than the one who had just introduced me to the wonders of lesbian sex. She was submissive and rocking back and forth so violently that I could hear her wet pussy and ass slapping against an unknown penis. It seemed like a very hard session of love-making and just listening and observing what I could was making me incredibly horny again.
Oh no, I realized. Perhaps her husband has come home! NOW what will I do.I did not expect this to happen and I certainly didn't want him to be part of the job interview. I wanted Victoria to be my secret lover. This was a small town in many ways and I had my reputation to consider as I'm sure she did, too.
I decided I had to just announce my presence. I opened the door completely and Mrs. Jackson still did not hear me. And I couldn't believe what I saw on that soft mink rug on the floor before the fireplace!
There was Mrs. Jackson on all fours, her ass in the air, and her Great Dane Gus was giving her everything he had! She was pushing her cunt into his bucking, probing penis which I realized now must be well up her pussy hole. My God, I couldn't see it but I realized it must be at least a foot long fully erect! He was clawing her breasts and I hoped for her sake they kept his nails trimmed.
"Oh Catherine, you're here.at last. I'm sorry.I.just.needed (she was panting like a dog now) some cock.and Gus is the best..That's it boy.come to Mommy.fuck me hard.I'm your bitch lover girl in heat for you.yeah.oh yeah." She was bucking harder and harder into one long orgasmic scream. I wanted to come all over again, to crawl under her and lick her clean.
Victoria's eyes were starting to roll into her head. This was like some kind of catatonic stupor. I almost couldn't control myself watching the two of them go at it. I got out of my robe and went over to the two of them and sat beside them. I started to stroke Victoria's hair and breasts while she gyrated and shuddered beneath this great, massive animal. I imagined he must be hurting her but she seemed to know what she was doing.
"Gus is about to go into a `tie', Catherine. Do you know what that is?" She had gained some composure now and I realized he still hadn't come.was he holding off for more? Can human males perform this well?
"Ah, no. What can I do?"
"First, go into my bedside table," she was panting again, "and you'll find a dildo. I want you to put it `on'." Amazingly, she was able to wrench Gus out of her pussy and into her asshole while I did this. For the first time I saw his glistening pink and pointed shaft which was beginning to drip. It was indeed about 12 inches long. Once in her ass hole, he continued bucking furiously, mating with his mistress, giving her everything he could give.
I lept up, having never "put on" a double dildo before, with about 12 inches for each of us!
"Now come over here and crawl beneath me and wiggle it in my pussy."
I winced despite my wetness. I had never put anything this large into my cunt before.
"It's ok, you'll warm up. Now, bend it up towards me. That's it, yeah.oh yeah."
Gus was still plowing into his mistress, his bitch, and I realized she must be incredibly strong to hold the force of him. All of that tennis must be paying off. I crawled beneath her and placed the exposed tip of the dildo up towards MY mistress. She mounted it eagerly, her breasts pushed up towards my eager mouth. I sucked ravenously. The smooth cool fur of mink was so sensuous beneath me.now I understood perhaps why Mrs. Jackson had indulged in such a dog bed.
"OH GOD! Catherine, this is amazing.." Victoria collapsed on top of me writhing and bucking as Gus was doing her. "That's it Gus, hold steady." Gus stopped his bucking now and just held himself inside Victoria's tight ass while she bounced on top of the "penis" which we shared. "Oh that's good, Catherine.am I hurting you?"
I nodded no. I couldn't say anything, the pleasure was so intense. I couldn't grab my arms around Victoria's back or ass because Gus' haunches and forearms were wrapped around her. So I let her grind into me as she had on the bed, only this time the pleasure was so different in a forceful, fucking way.
"Gus is `tieing' now which means his cock is coming.oh god.throbbing into me.that's it boy.this could last about 15 minutes so we have to be careful. His cock has enlarged and I can't get it out now.I must wait until he's finished.ooh yes, that's it boy.fuck your bitch..mmmm." Victoria put all her strength into her arms which she held taught above me while fucking me and letting me feast on her nipples, neck and lips. I realized she was getting at least a foot into each of her glory holes and that the experience must be amazing.
I'd never heard about this doggie phenomenon.only urban legends about women being brought into the emergency room with a German Shepherd coupled into them. So that was why! Too bad men couldn't tie like that.it would certainly guarantee much female satisfaction, I thought.
It was clear that Victoria had another orgasm building again.
"That's it, Gus, fuck Mommy hard. Fill me with your hot seed. Ohhh, GOD, GUS!" I could hear the sound of liquid spurting and knew that Gus was dripping out of Mrs. Jackson while still deep inside of her. He must be ejaculating quarts!
Victoria was really mashing into me now and the heat and frenzy of what was happening sent me into a shuddering orgasm. My part of the dildo was practically up to my uterus and I could feel it touching my cervix, sending me over the edge, screaming in delight and lustful inhibitions. She must have found my "G" spot.
"Just fuck me, Victoria. I'm your bitch, too."
"That's it babe, open up to Mommy. Let me plow you under. Come for me."
With that she shoved and pushed and mashed into me, all the while filled with Gus' hot meaty pole. Only later would I learn that doggy cum is as hot as their own body temperature which is warmer than our own. So, not only a long hard shaft but a continuous warm spurt of cum up a pussy.who would need a real `man' after that?!
Victoria gasped into me and I let out a long hard scream.this was amazing. We both came at the same time, it seemed, and Gus was still shoved up my lover's sweet asshole (which I couldn't wait to explore further myself). I arched my head up and back to meet Victoria's mouth and we kissed long and hard while Gus still shuddered within. It was exquisite bliss and I couldn't believe it. After several minutes of more heated passion, caressing where we could, and suckling of my lover's hot breasts, Gus finally withdrew and Victoria and I collapsed in a heap.
"So, were you surprised to find me here?" she turned to me at last.
"I thought your husband had come home!"
Victoria laughed. "Oh, no. He can't even begin to do to me what Gus can do!"
"Does he know about `Gus'?"
"No. It's our little secret, isn't it boy?" Gus looked pleased with himself and still eager for more.
She turned to me. "Just like you're my little secret, too, Catherine."
I leaned over and kissed her. Gus, rather than retreating from the fur rug of frothy stud and bitch sex was hanging around us. Victoria and I were reclined next to each other and she reached over and grabbed a pillow from the couch at the end of the bed.
"Here, my darling, put this under your hips. Are you cold? I could light a fire."
"Oh no, I'm still very hot."
"Good," she smirked, apparently not put off by my apparent double meaning.
"Now arch your hips up over the pillow and get comfortable." I followed her command eagerly. "And spread your legs just a bit. That's it."
"Gus, come here, boy. You have to lap up your bitches."
Gus didn't need to be asked twice. He dove into Victoria's snatch with that long eager tongue of his. I remembered she was dripping with doggy cum and it seemed Gus enjoyed `the clean up' almost as much as the fuck.
I turned and watched her face as she shuddered into another orgasm. She had so much cum all around her pussy and thighs and Gus was relentless. He would not stop until the job was done. I began to suckle her breasts and stroke her hips as she arched to meet his tongue.
She opened her eyes at last and stroked my hair. "Your turn. Gus, Catherine is all yours."
I spread my legs and Gus dove in, just as eagerly as he had with Victoria. I was not full of his hot seed as his own mistress had been but he must have enjoyed my sweet, salty muskiness as he licked and slurped from the tip of my clit to the rim of my ass, savoring each taste. It was a scent only a woman had. I couldn't wait to taste Victoria's delicious pussy. This was like the feeling Victoria had given me hours before by the pool only erotic in a different way.and that tongue! No woman-or man-could compare to this.
I knew I couldn't direct Gus' tongue so I lay back and enjoyed what he was doing. The back and forth probing motion was incredible. Victoria lay beside me enjoying the show as she kissed me and fondled me and stroked every part that she could reach.
"That's it, babe. Just enjoy it. Imagine me doing the same thing soon.we will both enjoy our virgin bitch from now on."
I smiled at her words. I liked that she could be both gentle and raunchy. I thought I was falling in love.or was it just lust?
I completely submitted to the pair of them and within minutes I could feel another powerful orgasm building. This would be the most intense I had ever had.my hips began to buck uncontrollably. I began to cry out and writhe and moan as if I had no control over anything. Gus continued to lash his tongue into my pussy hole and all around my pussy with greater fervor, as if he could tell I was about to cum again. My increasing pussy juices provided him with more stuff to lap.
"Oh, GOD, Gus, just fuck me.Victoria." I looked over at her and grabbed her hand hard as I began to feel myself cumming, slowly, and then more powerfully. I grabbed Gus' head and collar and held on for dear life as he delivered the most amazing sensation to my cunt and body as I had ever felt before. I shuddered for minutes. This was a night of sexual outdoing as every sensation and experience seemed better than the last.
"That's it babe, now you belong to us." Victoria planted a kiss into me, deep and long, and I knew she was right.
Mrs. Jackson-Part 4-Jealous Lovers
This story is fiction. I hope you enjoy it and the installments to come. This is my first time writing erotica (I am a freelance writer with other published works) and therefore I wish to remain anonymous. I am a married female who has had several lesbian experiences in college (about 20 years ago). My fantasy life remains, however, very active. Enjoy and e-mail me your reviews at velvetcreme@hotmail.com
The early dawn woke me up and I soon realized where I was, draped with Victoria in her beautiful bed, in this amazing house. It wasn't even 5:30 yet. The canopied, slightly hidden bed wreaked of female sex and it was a delicious smell. I looked over at my incredible lover, breathed the pervasive smell in and lept up to use the bathroom. The night before had been amazing. After our surprising session with Gus we had a long relaxing supper, then a dip in the pool and hot tub followed by erotic massages. Victoria had shown me how to get off on a hot tub jet, too, riding it like a pulsing tongue, while she sucked my breasts.it was incredible and so explosive. Later we were too tired to make love with any real gusto but did spend several hours kissing and stroking each other in bed, fingering each other to quiet orgasms which lulled us to sleep.
When I returned from the bathroom I stood next to the bed and looked at the beautiful form of my lover. Victoria's hair was tousled and lovely as it fell on her shoulders. Her tanned skin and firm breasts were so pleasing. She sighed softly and turned to where I had been lying. We had occasionally woken up during the night to kiss and fondle each other.
I decided to wake her up the best way I could think of. I pulled the sheet from her form, spread her legs carefully and examined her pussy. I could smell it from several feet away. Despite our bathing and hot tub it was still wet with her own sweetness. I couldn't wait to taste her pussy for the very first time.
I continued to spread her legs and crawled up to a spot just above her sex. Her soft blonde fur was glistening with some of her wetness. I breathed it in and slowly began to spread apart her labia cheeks with my tongue. The taste was briny, like the sea, like the mermaid sex I had imagined. It was salty and sweet and pungent all at the same time and I was so turned on by the taste and sensation, imagining what it would be like to have her do this to me again. Victoria began to stir and moan softly, her legs twitching slowly as if in a dream.
She shuddered awake. "Oh, Catherine, my sweetness, you know how to please me!"
She continued in her dream state, completely relaxed, allowing me to lap her pussy from top to bottom. I began to eat more eagerly now, placing my hands behind her ass and bringing it closer to my mouth as I fed on her intoxicating essence. Victoria began to stroke my hair, guiding my head deeper into her.
"Mmmm.you have found me, lover."
She moaned harder now. "Deeper with your tongue. That's it. Flick my clit.oh yes."
I played with her clit with the tip of my tongue for several minutes while stroking my fingers in and out of her pussy. "That's it, Catherine.fuck my clit." It was like a large raisin, plump and soft and sweet; a little rose bud, red and swollen, ready to burst for me.
She moved her hips and spread her legs further for me. "Don't stop.keep licking me, fucking me. Oh, that's it.oooh.right now."
Her hips soon began to shudder and she begged me to stop after several minutes. She had come so explosively that any added pressure on her clit was now painful. We kissed and fondled each other in the afterglow.
"Now, your turn, Catherine." She was quite awake now and her eyes beamed at me.
Victoria climbed eagerly over and around me, placing her mouth right over my snatch while slithering her torso on top of my breasts and belly. There, suddenly, was her sex-that glorious pink vagina with its blonde bush-again right in front of my eager lips and tongue. She dove in with relish, licking me and tasting me and fucking me with her tongue.
"You smell so amazing, Victoria. I have to lick you up."
"Please do.I want you to lick up the cum from your bitch."
We were there on the bed for many minutes licking and savoring each other, 69'ing in a way that I had not realized was possible. I could feel an orgasm building slowly and that soon Victoria would be coming again too. We were so involved in each other that I had not realized that someone had come into the room. The drapes from the canopy had also provided us with a hidden, sexy bower, a lover's den which had seemed safe from the world. I had been aware of nothing else but the intoxicating presence of my lover.
"OH MY GOD!"
I looked up towards the female voice who was saying this and shuddered. Victoria, equally surprised, crawled off me and over to her side of the bed, protecting my form with the throw of a sheet.
"Who is this bitch?" A young woman, perhaps a few years older than myself, quite beautiful and commanding in a sultry, dark way, was standing at the side of the bed with a shocked, angry look on her face.
"Sarah! I didn't expect you so early. Didn't you have a sleep-over date last night?"
"Yes, but you haven't answered my question. Who is your bitch lover?"
"That is certainly not polite, Sarah. This is my house, remember, and Catherine is my guest. She will be housesitting while we go to Europe."
WE I thought. What was she talking about?
Victoria turned to console me. "Catherine, I'm sorry for her rudeness. She is likely just jealous. This is Sarah, my children's nanny."
"JEALOUS?! You know my policy. Share and share alike. I just didn't expect to come home and find you in bed with another WOMAN! I expected your husband."
"Sarah, it's all right. Catherine is a wonderful girl and she just spent last night losing her virginity in almost every way."
"Oh, I see. Victoria deflowers another girl. How kind of you. Did you know Catherine that Victoria has been doing this to young high school age girls for a long time now.let's see, when did I start working for you, Vic? Was it just before I went off to Wellesley?"
I could tell they had a long history together and that Sarah was threatened by my presence, a jealous lover despite her protests. I was just as uncomfortable with her being there, too, I can assure you.
"Why don't I get my things and leave."
"NO. Absolutely not, Catherine. You are here with me. Sarah? Why don't you go call the Proctors and see when the children will be ready to be picked up and I'd appreciate it if you'd stop at the market for me on the way.the list is on the counter."
Sarah just glared at Victoria and turned suddenly to leave the room. Obviously, she remembered her place in the scheme of things. Would Victoria be as dismissive with me, I wondered? But I was not household help, just temporary. Surely I was held in better esteem.
"Is Sarah going to Europe with you?" I asked.
"Yes, of course, to help with the children. She is here until the New Year."
I hunched the sheets closer to my breasts, ashamed of being caught with my new lover.
"Darling, you shouldn't worry. Sarah has been more or less a part of this family for five years, on her college vacations and now that she has graduated. The children adore her. And she is very protective of me."
"Protective! She is more like a she-wolf. Obviously you have been with her, too."
"Yes, but we have a certain understanding.she is free to see others, as are you. She has a boyfriend, you know."
It was the comment embedded in that statement that bothered me most. I didn't want to see other people and I couldn't imagine sharing Victoria with anyone.of course, she was married, but I couldn't imagine Victoria with any other woman but me now. Clearly I had a lot to learn.
"I'm sorry. You look so dejected. Why don't you go back to sleep for a little while. I don't expect the kids until mid-morning. By then you can be dressed and fresh and ready to meet them. They'll never expect what we've been up to all night. I am, above all, discreet."
I nodded, trying to hold back tears, and rolled over to try and sleep. Victoria got up and went to shower. That is all I remember, until an hour or so later.
Surprisingly, I had fallen into a very deep sleep, the kind you have when you are used to just your own company in bed. I began to stir when I felt someone watching me from far off in my dream.
It was Sarah! She was standing at the end of the bed, stark naked, just looking at me sleep.
"What is it? What do you want? Where is Victoria?"
"Oh, don't worry about her. It is you I want now."
She crawled, like a panther, sure and swift, right up my reclining body, licking me all over as Gus had done.
"Stop it, what are you doing." My voice trailed off because whatever she was doing or acting out was beginning to have extreme effects on my body. I just didn't want her to think I was submitting to her powers.
"Get off of me! VICTORIA! Help me.." Sarah was trying to kiss me now with her probing tongue.
She laughed: "She can't possibly hear you now! She's gone to get the children and will be back in a few hours after errands.now lie back and take it like the bitch you are."
I thought for a moment that Victoria would not leave me here alone with Sarah, especially after our surprise encounter this morning. But then my senses were blurred by her tongue forcing its way into my mouth.
She kissed me hard and long and I began to melt below her.
"There, that's my little bitch. I'm going to show you how we girls do things around here."
Just then, she got up, almost as suddenly as she had started and left me there panting and wondering what she was up to. She entered the bathroom and I just lay there, realizing my chances for a shower and dressing would be delayed a bit.
Ten minutes later Sarah emerged, clad in a black leather crotchless bustiere, her short dark brown hair slicked back, her lips blackened, her brown eyes flashing victorious. In her hand she held four long silk ties and on her mound was a giant cock, strapped on to her sex by a hip belt. I had heard about such things but seeing her there like this was a bit scary for a neo-nymph like myself. Yet it was a real turn on, too.
"I see you are still here. Mommy V not home? Or, are you too scared to leave?"
I didn't say a word and let her go straight to her work. She mounted my hips swiftly, tying each of my wrists and ankles to the four poster with the long silky ties. Obviously, Victoria had a secret stash of things in the bathroom because Sarah had not walked in with her own gear.
Then, she pressed her hands firmly on my breasts, rubbing and plying them as she forcefully kissed me again.
"You're mine now and there isn't much you can do about it. I need to teach you a few things Victoria probably hasn't dared try yet..now just take it like the bitch you are."
Her large "cock" was sticking straight up at an angle, rubbing against my mound as she squirmed on top of me. She was licking my nipples and pinching them, nibbling my body gently and causing me to writhe like a snake. My wetness was building and all I wanted her to do was to fuck me with her cock.
I looked up and Sarah stopped. "Oh shit.they're early. I hear Vic's car.."
"Well, don't panic. I'll just lock the door. We'll have a quick fuck while we can." Sarah lept off the bed, locked the door, and pounced back on me in one feline motion, grabbing my snatch with her hand.
"Mmmm.my bitch is all wet for me now. That's good."
She entered me quickly and forcefully but I was ready. Sarah began grinding her "cock" and mound right into mine, fucking me hard, making my hips buck as much as they could with my legs tied. I was arching against my restraints, rising to meet each of her cock probes into my eager, hot pussy.
"Untie me." I begged.
"Not a chance, bitch."
Sarah grabbed my ass and pulled me closer. We were mashing and mating like two she-bitches only she had the cock and the power now. What a turn on.I wish all women had penises to probe my cunt with when needed. Too bad nature hadn't so endowed us with both organs.
"Fuck me, Catherine..let me take you now.that's it, rise to meet your mistress. You are my bitch."
"Oh fuck," I bleated. "Just fuck me and shut up..yeah.mmmm..that's it.oh God, I'm cumming..don't stop."
Sarah rammed me extra hard at that request and began furiously riding me. I realized she was close to cumming, too. She drove her "cock" shaft hard and fast and took my nipples one at a time with her eager mouth.
"Oh yes, that's it, bitch. Fuck Mommy now..fuck her hard..yes, oh god, yes.."
We collapsed together and Sarah climbed off suddenly. She had no intention of savoring anything. It had been such a heated, animalistic moment for me that I had no desire to touch her, either. But what a good fucker she was. I just didn't want her to know that.
She untied me quietly and went into the bathroom. I hoped she would be fast so I could change and get ready.
There was a knock at the door. "Sarah, Victoria.what is going on?"
Oh, God. I'd forgotten about Victoria driving in. I got up to open the door.
She rushed in. "Where is Sarah?"
"Ah, she's in the shower."
"You seem all flustered, Catherine. Is everything alright?"
"Yes, I'm fine.I'm, ah, just waiting to use the shower.where are your kids?"
"I dropped them at the club for swim lessons which I'd forgotten all about. They won't be back until after lunch. Can you still stay?"
"Yes, of course."
The bathroom door opened and Sarah emerged, glowing and heated from her shower with a superior look on her face.
"Sarah, how many times have I asked you to drip-dry in the bathroom?"
"Oh, many, I'm sure. I expect you know everything."
"What? What have you done?"
"I just taught Catherine a very important lesson."
Victoria looked at me, saddened.
".that I'm the lead bitch around here."
I got up, ashamed, as if I'd displeased my lover, and went into the bathroom. I locked the door to have my shower and get dressed and get out of there. Sarah was too much and I was too attracted to her, while too confused by my lustful feelings and growing emotional bonds with Victoria. I realized that this housesitting arrangement might have to be mulled over. This was all too much and fast for me. Before I went into the shower I heard a muffled argument. Perhaps Victoria had had it with Sarah, too.
I had only a lukewarm shower but it was enough to wash all of the sex off of me and get dressed. I wasn't long and when I turned off the shower and bathroom fan to go out I heard nothing in the bedroom. Good, perhaps they had both gone downstairs and I would be able to sneak out. I expected that Victoria had tried the door and realized it was locked.
I opened the door and was surprised to find the two of them going at it on the bed. They were insatiable! The room had been quiet because they were in the throws of a lustful, feasting 69 position. The only sounds I could determine now that the door was open were the slurping, sloshing sounds of Vic and Sarah eating each others clits and licking long and deep into their respective cunt holes. I was turned on just watching them so I sat on the side of the bed and began fingering myself. Why not? I figured. I had just been with both of them and this seemed mild in comparison to the things we had done to pleasure ourselves.
"Oh, our bitch is back..Catherine, observe. This is how I please my mistress." Sarah eyed me with a deep horny look to her dark eyes. She was like a hungry vampire.
Victoria looked up from her feasting position (Sarah was on top) and smiled. They began to rock back and forth together, both building their orgasms up. I had especially enjoyed 69'ing with Victoria and couldn't control myself now. I wanted to cut in but didn't know how. They writhed and humped, obviously enjoying each other, oblivious to me. Talk about odd woman out! They soon came, screaming and writhing around with each other, then licking their juicy vulvas clean.
"Look, poor Catherine has to masterbate. That's no fun, Vic!" My cunt was wide open and dripping as I shoved several fingers up in, trying hard to come. I had been close, watching them go at it while pleasuring myself, but no score.
Victoria nodded and broke their duet to lead me to the bed. She positioned me on my back with my legs dangling over the side of the bed. She began to stroke my hair and kiss and fondle my breasts, kissing my body, my mouth, everywhere. Meanwhile, Sarah descended down to my sex, opening my legs forcefully and, on bended knees, diving into my cunt with her lapping tongue. She wasted no time and her manner was a bit rougher than Victoria's but I liked it. The feeling of having them both there upon me, seizing me this way, was incredible. The sex just kept outdoing itself around this place.
Sarah inserted two fingers in my cunt and brought my juices up to Victoria's mouth, then mine.
"You have a sweet little pussy for such a bitch," she said, smiling. She dove back in to my eager twat.
Then, she put three fingers in my cunt and moved them down towards my asshole rim, playing with it gently, then firmly. She was going to enter my asshole.first with her tongue, then one slimy finger, then two. The pain was unbearable at first and then as I relaxed and submitted, at Victoria's insistence, it began to feel wonderful. Victoria was tonguing me all over, and in my mouth, while Sarah fucked my puss with her tongue and my ass with her fingers. I began to writhe and moan deeply, my orifices opening more and more to these lustful lesbians.
"I'm going to cum..that's it..oh my God." I began to scream. Sarah continued working on my lower half while Victoria suddenly mounted my head with her thrashing cunt.
"Fuck me with your tongue, Catherine."
I lashed at her snatch eagerly as my own bucking orgasm gushed jism all over Sarah's face. She lapped it up with her savage hunger as Victoria came suddenly and violently all over my face. I licked her juices up with relish while reaching my hands up to her full and lovely mounds, squeezing and kneading them as she came.
We all collapsed then on our mistress's great bed. It had been an incredible night and day of fucking and new experiences. I realized I would likely take the job after all that had happened. I would have to forsake emotion and reason for lustful abandon. Besides, while the family was off in Europe there was always Gus to keep me ready for my mistresses on their return.
As for Vassar, it might just have to wait. I would rather stay and be a love slave for awhile to these two vixens. But, we'll see. Perhaps I'd find some action at college, too. Perhaps that's what Victoria meant about telling me all about Vassar. I surely had a lot to learn but was well on my way to fulfilling all of my lesbian desires and satisfying my teachers. Between Vic, and Sarah, and even Gus, what more could I possibly need? At this point, anything was possible.
I rose to shower again and dress after kissing them both, hard and firm, first on their pussies and then on their full and lusty mouths.
"Now, get your virgin bitch some breakfast," I smirked.
THE END