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Shirley narrator Diana salesgirl of the picture
Beth Diana's femme roommate Alice Diana's butch roommate
This is the second part of a story submitted in a contest. I assumed that
the judges would respond more to the erotic rather than the pornographic
and perhaps the assumption was correct as I ended up with a fourth place
finish. However a couple of judges who leaned the other way subtracted
heavily because the story was not "hot" enough. This part is about as down
and dirty as I am capable of writing just to respond to the opinions of the
few. Also I have received an inordinate amount of demands for a
continuation and a denouement of the "cliffhanger" situation in which I
ended the first story, ended as much in consideration for the story length
requirements as a manipulative plot device.
My hope that the girls were joking was a futile hope indeed. The air within
their apartment was fraught with tension as I slowly unbuttoned my top and
pulled the lapels of my top down over my shoulders. My breasts were tightly
bound in a heavily reinforced bra and I felt a wave of fear as I looked at
the three faces staring at me, seeming to grow more impatient as I
struggled to take off my top. My fingers were not working properly.
Alice and Beth, my friend Diana's roommates had certainly got into
something more comfortable. Both were in long tee shirts and I saw no
evidence that either was wearing panties. Alice, the big woman and the
butchier of the three roommates had a rather belligerent and antagonistic
attitude.
"Damn. Mama, why don't you hurry up and take off that industrial strength
harness and show us those massive tits? I thought Diana just conned you
into a ride home because she hates to ride the Dart bus but I see she
thought she was getting herself a Guernsey cow," Alice said in her normal
deprecating tone. "You have got a set of jugs."
My face turned crimson as I freed the hooks of my bra. It was bad enough
that they were making me take off my clothes in front of them but I wish
they'd spare me this running commentary. Nevertheless I hurriedly
extricated myself from my brassiere in an attempt to placate the animosity
I felt growing steadily in the room.
I behaved as cordially as possible, despite feeling belittled by Alice's
comments concerning why Diana let me take her home. I was not about to
challenge her. She was not only big and strong; she exuded an aura of
someone who would welcome any sort of physical conflict.
Knowing that my legs were very shapely and attractive, I quickly undid my
skirt and let it slide to the floor, hoping that the sight of my round
thighs would defuse some of Alice's apparent resentment. I was left with
nothing but my panties and hose and garter belt but I've been told quite a
few times that I look extremely sexy dressed in only that.
"Now, Beth," Alice said, "you might want to take some notes on the way
Shirley is acting. She's a natural submissive, probably because she's spent
her whole life completely under the thumb of her husband and her two sons."
Then she turned her attention to me. "I bet you got up an hour earlier than
anyone else so their breakfast would be waiting for them in the mornings
and you probably stayed in the kitchen a few hours cleaning up while they
were in the living room watching Monday Night Football or whatever brutal
athletic contest happened to be on TV, right?"
I had no opportunity to answer her because Beth, apparently in resentment
of Alice's slanted praise of my submissiveness, suddenly erupted with her
own hostility, "And I'll just bet you sucked your husband's dick a hundred
times for each time he went down on you, like he was some kind of big,
throbbing Mercedes and you were somewhere between a hood ornament and an
exhaust pipe."
Of course I sucked his cock; a marriage didn't last long if a wife didn't
meet her husband's needs. For all the good it did since I still ended up
divorced. But after I got over the vulgarity and the humiliation, I
actually preferred that manner of sex. My mouth was always wetter than my
cunt when he decided he wanted sex. These unmarried tramps have no idea
what it was like.
Perhaps if I had been stronger the situation could have somehow been
diffused and would not have erupted into the calamity that it became. But I
have never been confrontational and the concessions I made in the effort to
appease them only seemed to enlarge their hostility and carnal cravings.
"That's enough of this fucking around," Alice sneered, "it's time you got
those panties off and your legs spread so we can see your pussy." My
reaction was to quickly strip my panties down and off my ankles, thankful
that I'd had the foresight to put my panties on over my garter belt. I
slipped over to the couch with a glance at Diana to see how she was
reacting to the way things were going. I spread my thighs almost
perpendicular as my hopes for support from Diana were dashed by the lusts I
saw in her eyes.
Beth took a position next to me on the couch and began to run her hand up
and down my pussy. "So this is what a fully mature, grown up pussy looks
like. This is what my mother would never let me see." She giggled as she
grasped her other hand on my ankle and pulled one leg back further. Alice
glanced at Diana and the girl suddenly moved to my other side and pulled my
other ankle almost even with my head.
Splayed in this position, my hips were rolled up to where my entire ass was
exposed. Alice casually walked over, raising her tee shirt over her
head. She slipped her panties off and moved to her knees directly in front
of me. With a hand on each of my thighs, she forced my legs back a little
more, raising my asshole level with her clit. Her clit was big and hot and
hard and I felt she could almost penetrate me with it. Rolling her hips,
she worked her clit against my asshole and I felt a tremendous flush of
arousal, unlike anything I'd ever experienced before. I could not suppress
the low moaning that erupted from deep inside myself. My asshole seemed to
yearn for more as she rubbed herself so lewdly against it.
"You see, Beth," Alice said, "this is the way a bitch is supposed to
respond to her domme. Not just groaning about what she likes done to her
but taking whatever she gets and going along with it."
"Well, of course it helps to be starving all her life for some real sex."
"I'm going to get my pussy plow. This bitch desperately needs something
rammed up her ass." Alice announced to my terror. "Diana, you keep her
occupied and Beth, you come with me and let's get harnessed."
As the two of them left the room, I tried to enlist Diana's aid. "Please
Diana, help me get away from here, they're going to ...to...sodomize me."
Instead she reached her arm behind both my knees and pulled me up onto her
lap. "No, honey, you don't know how Alice is. Once she gets in the mood for
something, there's no telling her no. She's still being playful; she
probably might even use a lube. If she has to chase you down, she'll be
terribly vindictive." Then she began to rock her hips, pushing her pussy
into my ass and I felt the moisture and the heat of her cunt, separated
from my asshole only by the thin seam of her shorts. My arousal returned
even stronger and enervated me, overcame my fear of what Alice and Beth
wanted to do to me. I moaned again as she squeezed my knees together in the
crook of her left arm while rotating her hips against my ass and pushing
her other hand deep between my legs against my clit. "Come on, honey, you
know you need this. You want to be enraptured by a gang of young girls!"
What little feelings of resistance I retained evaporated when Alice and
Beth returned and I felt a great regret that I'd missed my last chance to
escape. Beth took her same position at my side and pulled my ankle back,
spreading my legs again. Alice put a knee on either side of me between the
girls who were holding me. She had a black leather harness around her hips
and dangling before my face was the biggest cock I'd ever seen. "You may
want to suck on it a little to get it wet," she said.
"Please don't do this to me..." I begged with my voice breaking. Yet the
sight of her swaying cock did something to me. Perhaps being almost
paralyzed with fear made me very susceptible to suggestion, or I was
desperately grasping any straw that might promise to alleviate the terrible
tension but I felt almost a compulsion to suck on her cock even though I
had never really enjoyed the act with my husband.
"Come on, sweetie, I want you to show Beth how to be submissive. Let me
push this deep down into your throat to where you choke on it a little bit,
that kind of drool will really help me get it into your asshole easier."
Knowing nothing else to do but blindly obey her suggestions and my own
compulsions, I took the plastic cock in my mouth and let her push it deep
into my throat. Suddenly I gagged in panic and coughed and sputtered as the
thing invaded my throat and I felt like I was strangling. "That's such a
good girl," Alice said, "let that drool cover my cock. You're going to
enjoy the best ass fucking you've ever had."
Finally she withdrew the huge tool and dropped to her knees. With her hand
she ran the dildo up and down my ass crack all the way from my asshole to
my clit. Then she gradually settled it against my asshole. "Push out now,
push out like you want to take a shit," she demanded. I tried to do as I
was told. The thing ground against my resisting asshole with ever
increasing force until my asshole surrendered and engulfed it in a rush of
penetrating pain that erupted in waves all over my lower body. I tried to
scream my unbearable agony but my mouth was stopped by hands from both of
the girls holding me.
Then, miraculously the pain suddenly subsided. As soon as the bulbous head
was past my sphincter, I felt a very intense relief that was very close to
pleasurable. As Alice began to rock her hips in a fucking motion I felt my
hips responding on their own, matching her rhythm in a lascivious dance of
sodomy. Recognizing the effect on me, the girls removed their hands from my
mouth. Diana moved her hands to my pussy and began to stimulate my clit and
finger fuck my cunt, increasing my desire and cooperation. Beth began to
caress my titties, pulling on my nipples and squeezing my mounds, then
slapping them none too gently. Then Diana brought her honey covered fingers
to my mouth and I couldn't keep from sucking on them, the juices tasted so
good.
Beth said, "Diana, why don't you suck her pussy to keep her on the edge
while I climb up on the couch and feed her some cunt. I think this old
whore will really get into this if we keep her going and take advantage of
how hot she is right now. She's breathing like a quarter horse that's run a
mile."
Diana had a look on her face, a sort of resentment that Beth would deem to
order her around but she also seemed to be very interested in getting her
mouth on my pussy because she leaned over from the waist with her head
between my round thighs. I gasped even louder when her mouth met my cunt. I
had been yearning for her touch since I first saw her in the drug store;
she was still just as adorable and exciting to me even though I was
extremely disappointed in the treatment she was subjecting me to.
The despicable Beth, anxious to press every advantage, straddled my face
and pushed her pussy hard against my mouth. Just as I was amendable to
Alice's contemptible suggestions, my mind soon fixed upon Beth's pussy as
the sole object of my every desire. I ran my tongue all over her cunt lips
slurping up every trace of moisture. Then I actually penetrated her and
pushed my tongue and part of my mouth deeply into her soaking wet cunt. She
responded with an unsuppressed gasp that only served to ignite the passion
I was feeling into a raging inferno. I sucked her pussy like I had been
waiting for the chance all my life.
With my passions blazing and my hungers being magnified by the beautiful
Diana sucking away at my needy pussy, Beth humping my face grotesquely and
Alice pounding away at my welcoming asshole, I soon erupted with the most
tremendous orgasm any woman could possibly experience. My body was wracked
with waves of ecstatic bliss and I was cast adrift upon a sea of
immeasurable rapture. Still my mouth savored Beth's delicious cunt, my
pussy begged for Diana's delightful mouth and my asshole craved Alice's
forceful fucking as she pounded me into nothing but a puddle of submission.
I was totally incapable of resistance. Beth went and got her strap on and
fucked my pussy and my asshole, not to mention my mouth several
times. Diana joined her in every depravity and I was tossed about in an
endless orgy of every type of lewd behavior. Alice even made me go into the
bathroom and lay in the tub while she pissed all over my nakedness and
forced me to swallow a lot of it. Of course Beth and Diana had to
contribute the contents of their bladders also. I was forced to clean their
wet pussies but my degradation was so complete that I have to admit I truly
enjoyed the lascivious carnality. I shocked myself by begging for more.
After a very long but ecstatic ordeal that lasted into the next afternoon,
I eventually persuaded Diana to help me find my car and give me directions
towards my home. Totally astounded by the entire sequence of events, I
drove home in a highly dazed condition. I had no idea of what had happened
to make me indulge in such depravity and I slept a deep and troubled sleep
when I finally made it to my own bed. I awoke late the next morning feeling
very troubled but somehow more at peace with myself than I had been
before. I knew there were things deep inside me that might have been
seeking expression for a long time and these women had tapped into it and
maybe I should be glad it happened.
As the day progressed I found myself thinking rather blissfully of the
events of that evening and night. I couldn't suppress a kind of rigorous
arousal each time I was reminded of something that happened during that
rapturous time. That led to a yearning for some sort of repetition and when
I recognized that, I became sorely frightened. I tried to convince myself
that I was not like that, that those events had been forced upon me against
my will. Thus I vacillated all during the day between my vivid and ecstatic
yearnings and my fearful assurances that I was indeed free of those
despicable perverts.
The phone rang.
The goddamned fucking phone rang. Who could it be? Could it be those three
contemptible females demanding that I come over there and subject myself to
more of their humiliating treatment? I picked up the phone, desperately
trying to convince myself that I would categorically refuse their demands
in no uncertain terms!
"Hi, Mom," It was my son calling from England. "How are the plans for your
trip coming?"
My mind took forever to refocus on events of the real world. I stuttered
and drug him through several lengthy explanations of the problems I had
encountered and tried to gain some understanding from him of why I had to
postpone my plans. I'm sure I failed miserably and he remained terribly
confused but he tried to assure me that he understood and that we could
keep making plans.
Why did I do that? I should have told him everything was in perfect order
and that I would be in England on schedule. I would instantly escape the
predicament in which I had allowed myself to become hopelessly enmeshed. I
could have freed myself! Yet I had not.
The rest of the day I spent wavering between unbearable yearning for one of
them to call and agonizing dread that one would. Eventually I noticed that
darkness was falling and with immeasurable self loathing I recognized that
I was bitterly disappointed that none of the girls had called. I agonized
at my own foolishness and regretted that the hour was far too late for me
to try to see Diana at the drug store, at my own stupidity that I had not
gotten a phone number or mapped out the way to find their apartment
again. Those terrible events that had devastated me so completely were
apparently nothing but a lark to them, just something to pass the time
because the opportunity presented itself. They were not the least bit
interested in any kind of continuation. Deep into the night I finally fell
into a restless sleep, tormented by longings that might never be satisfied.
The next morning I determined to abandon all my lying to myself that I
didn't want to resume any dealings with them. I recognized that I wanted
nothing else. Then I spent the morning bemoaning the fact that the drug
store would not even be open for hours. Apparently there is little demand
for any kind of retail services until what I used to consider as mid
morning. In ceaseless torment I waited and watched the hands of the clock
move imperceptibly.
I rushed out of the house as soon as the time could be considered
reasonable. I worried that Diana would be fearful when she saw me, afraid
that I was seeking some sort of retribution. I thought of ways to reassure
her and to convince her that I wanted to be with her and her friends. With
a surge of relief the door opened when I arrived at the drug store. They
were open and now if only Diana was working today.
When she saw me there was just a trace of recognition and nothing
resembling fear in her beautiful eyes. She looked almost bored to see me
again. She even ignored me as she busied herself with stock while I stood
there in hopeful anticipation. Eventually her contrived delays were
exhausted and she said to me. "What can I help you with today?"
"Diana, I have to talk to you. Is there some way we can be alone?"
"I'm sorry but as you can see, I'm working today."
"Do you get a lunch hour? What time?"
"I usually eat across the street at the fast food place, about oneish but
I'm not sure I'll be hungry today."
"Maybe I could pick you up, take you to some place nice for lunch." I
suggested eagerly.
"Maybe you'd try to get your hands inside my panties; I've heard how
desperate you old dykes get over young pussy."
My face was enflamed with embarrassment and I was thankful that the store
was unoccupied and no one overheard her comments. "Please, Diana, I need to
talk with you about what happened."
"That door over there is omni sexual but it is a public restroom. Go in
there, take your panties off and put them in your mouth so I won't have to
listen to your whining. Come out here and find some way to show me that
your mouth is full and you can pick me up at one o'clock. We'll go to the
Outback on 635. You might want to get a reservation so we won't be delayed
because I have to be back by two."
Humiliated beyond my own imagination, I hurried to the restroom and
followed her instructions. My panties were already wet just from talking to
Diana and seeing her fantastic body. I came out and ran over to Diana,
praying that she had no customers. I managed to smile at her with my mouth
brimming with sheer panty and she nodded noncommittally Then I hurried home
to make reservations and find some means to occupy myself while I waited
for the clock to move in its inexorable manner.
Finally I was waiting outside when she left the drug store. She never
smiled at me or greeted me in any manner, just crawled in and sat for me to
get moving. At the restaurant we encountered no delay but our waitress
turned out to be a pretty young girl with long brown hair done up in an
adorable pony tail. Her tits were huge and she readily recognized that ehy
were her fortune, the way she paraded them. Diana told me on the way that
she was going to call me "Mother" while we were there. She said it
fulfilled a little fantasy of hers.
However, she quickly became enamored of our pretty waitress and exhibited
all the nervousness of a schoolgirl crush. When she placed her order she
added, "...and Mother has already eaten so she won't require anything but
she is still willing to leave a huge tip for your very considerate
service." She smiled at her like the waitress was the final judge of a
beauty contest. Diana preened and posed and did everything but pull her
skirt over her head to entice the waitress, constantly referring to me as
her mother.
After she finished and the girl brought me the check, Diana motioned the
waitress to lean in close to her and said softly, "My mother is interested
in sucking your panties. She'll do anything for a piece of young pussy. I
could even get her to suck your asshole if you're in to that sort of
thing."
Of course the young girl was flabbergasted and could not think of any way
to answer Diana's lewd proposal. She just stood there in stunned silence.
"What time does your shift end? Have you ever fantasized about being with a
mother-daughter team?" Diana asked cheerily.
"My husband always picks me up from work just in case I get bamboozled by
any big spending cowboys."
"Well, neither my mother nor I have a pickup truck with a rifle rack in the
back. Does he ever fantasize about seeing you with a mother sucking your
ass and a daughter sucking your pussy?"
"Well, I'm sure the scene has crossed his mind a time or two since he is
mostly male." Her beautiful sky blue eyes flickered mischievously and her
dazzling smile told me that she was considering Diana's latest lewd
proposition as a solution, a means to indulge herself in something that she
was drawn into but felt at first was unattainable.
I had just sat through the entire situation in absolute embarrassment,
expecting the young girl to run screaming for the police at any
moment. Suddenly this tacit agreement with Diana's absurd proposition
flooded my mind with delirious delusions of an orgy never before
imagined. It also would have flooded my panties if they weren't stuffed so
deeply into my mouth.
"So what time does hubby normally pick you up?"
"He will be here about eight tonight."
"Well, I guess Mom and I will see you then."
"Okay. I'll wait until he gets here to tell him about it, in case you two
don't show."
I moved as though in a trance to hurry Diana back to work before she was
late. She told me to pick her up about six and we'd go to my place and wait
for time to get the waitress. Shit, we didn't even get her name. Would this
be my fate, to stumble along with her in an endless procession from one
lecherous scene to another even more depraved? Still I could not quell the
enormous excitement that titillated every my moment with this girl. What
the hell was life anyway but the compilation of memories? Would I ever look
back on all this with nothing but regret? Or would I consider it the most
exciting part of my otherwise dreary existence?
the end
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