I was getting utterly fed up with nothing but very occasional, passionless vanilla sex with my wife Wendy. When Charlotte M came to stay for a few days the chance arose to do something about it with the help of someone whom I fancied greatly. But first, I had better explain how I had come to know Charlotte, who at 26 was considerably younger than my wife and I.
I met Charlotte in 2010 when I had been electioneering for a friend who had been standing for Parliament for a seat in the West Country. Charlotte was another member of the campaigning team. She was in her early twenties, a post graduate student – a very pretty girl, short with quite a full figure and beautiful, well rounded sexy breasts that were a lot larger than Wendy’s. She had good legs and sensuous thighs. She excited me sexually and I fantasised about her but we were too busy campaigning for me to try anything. But we became close friends so I asked her to come and visit us in our home in the south east, which she did on a number of occasions. My lust for Charlotte grew each time. Sometimes, I managed to get her a little ***** by serving her extra strong gin and tonics: on those occasions I managed to steal a few deep kisses just before we went to our separate beds; once we cuddled and groped as we met on the landing when we were both in our night attire – Charlotte grasped my prick through my pyjamas whilst I raised her short night gown and felt her cunt. One night when she and her boyfriend were staying with us, I heard them fucking passionately and groaning loudly as they came together: I rushed to my study and wanked myself off until I shot a huge load over the carpet. My wife could not understand why I did not want to fuck her when I eventually came to bed!
On this fateful occasion when Charlotte was staying, it was extremely hot and humid. The girls dressed scantily and I hoped that I would be able to take Charlotte her early morning cup of tea – since even Wendy was sleeping in the nude, I was certain that Charlotte would be, so I might be in with a chance of a quickie. After a long salad lunch in the garden with plenty of gin and tonics and chilled white wine, we were all feeling very relaxed, almost sleepy. Suddenly, Wendy suggested going for a walk to wake us all up. I made an excuse and declined but Charlotte agreed and the two girls set off. An hour later they returned looking very hot and sweaty. I suggested they went to the bathrooms for a refreshing shower. Later, they both came down stairs, refreshed and perfumed each wearing summer dressing gowns: Wendy had a night gown underneath and I assumed Charlotte was similarly dressed.
We sat in the drawing room. I suggested drinks and came back with a tray – very strong gin and tonic for Charlotte, white wine for Wendy and scotch for me. Wendy and Charlotte sat next to each other on the settee; I seated myself immediately opposite Charlotte with whom I began outrageous verbal flirting. Whilst this was going on, Charlotte moved so that her dressing gown moved half way up her thighs and I could see a long way up. Once she knew that she a had my full attention, she moved so that her gown opened and I could see right up her wide open thighs to her freshly shaved cunt.( I also saw that she was nude underneath: she was not wearing a night gown!) My prick sprang to attention and I shuffled to become more comfortable. Wendy noticed. Under the guise of refreshing our drinks, my wife got up and came right behind me. Bending down to nuzzle my shoulder affectionately, Wendy saw what I had been gazing at so attentively – Charlotte’s hairless and by now quite juicy cunt and nude body.
Wendy went berserk! She shouted out “You cunt! You slut! You whore!” Taking off her dressing gown - revealing her lacy black night dress which was flared and came only to mid thigh – she flung herself full tilt at Charlotte who, taken completely by surprise, fell to the floor on her back. Wendy rips off our guest’s dressing gown, leaving her nakedness fully revealed to my delight. Wendy, on top, with both hands attacking Charlotte’s fleshy, heaving breasts. She claws painfully at one and pulls hard on the other nipple. Charlotte screams in pain. To get some relief and to counter attack, Charlotte pulls Wendy’s hair really hard with one hand whilst punching her in the stomach with the other. Now it is Wendy’s turn to scream – and to ease the onslaught on Charlotte’s breasts. (I take out my prick and begin to jerk myself off.) Charlotte uses her greater strength and youth to reposition herself astride the feet of the now prone and winded Wendy. In a swift move, Charlotte forced Wendy’s night gown up above her waist, ******** my wife’s blonde, trimmed bush and cunt. Wendy has a prudish streak. Her immediate instinct is to cover up her cunt from public view but Charlotte, sensing this, is too quick – she grabs each of Wendy’s wrists in a tight lock before her hands can cover her nudity.
Charlotte then looks at her prize – my wife’s defenceless cunt! I can see immediately that she is now viewing this as her trophy and a sex object to bend to her will and to use it to satisfy her most basic desires. Viewing closely my wife’s cunt, Charlotte changes before my eyes and throbbing prick – her nipples grow harder, her bosom heaves, she starts to sweat, her cunt exudes moisture, her eyes widen, her tongue comes out and her breath comes in short gasps. She almost is having an orgasm!
Wendy realizes what is about to happen to her.
Wendy gasps and tries to close her legs but Charlotte has already placed her legs and thighs between Wendy’s. My wife is trembling and struggling as Charlotte moves her mouth ever closer to her prize – Wendy’s dribbling cunt and clit.
Charlotte needs to immobilize her victim somehow so that she can regain the use of both her hands, which are currently restraining Wendy’s arms. She has a sudden brainwave. She head buts Wendy hard in the stomach and, whilst Wendy is winded and moaning, manoeuvres Wendy’s nightgown so that it is over her head – thus blindfolding her – and trapping her arms inside it – secured tightly by Wendy’s own dressing gown belt.
Then I intervene. I secure each of my wife’s legs with nearby ropes, tying them wide apart each knotted to a different, heavy piece of furniture so that she cannot free them. Wendy is now wide open and helpless and available to satisfy her attacker’s pleasure and wildest sexual needs. She waits in blindfold terror for Charlotte to ravish her vulnerable sex. Having now taken my prick out and begun to wank it, I again intervened.
“Charlotte, darling, wouldn’t it be better if Wendy could see what is going on and what is about to happen to her? If you ripped her night gown right off, I could tie each of her wrists out wide to furniture and she would be totally ******* and at your mercy , able to watch and her breasts would be thrust right up, making it easier for you to kiss and bite them.” “Excellent idea” said Charlotte.”Do it at once!” I willingly did as I was ordered.
Wendy, blinking in the sudden daylight, eyes wide, takes in her situation and awaits frozen in terror as I tie her wrists. Charlotte crouches between Wendy’s legs and slowly moves her mouth towards my wife’s cunt – all the time gently massaging her captive’s legs and thighs as she moves tantalisingly slowly upwards to her prize – Wendy’s cunt and clit. As she does this, Charlotte gets visibly more excited. She starts to dribble and to moan uncontrollably in animal lust and sexual anticipation.
Just before Charlotte’s mouth reaches her target, Wendy starts to scream and shout. “DON’T TOUCH MY CUNT! I am not a lesbian. Don’t, please don’t.” She starts crying but, at that very moment, my wife’s cunt starts gushing juice and exuding strong, pungent smells of deepest, primitive sexual arousal.
Indifferent to her victim’s pleas, Charlotte strikes.
Charlotte’s tongue begins its journey starting from Wendy’s arse and the licks slowly up to her clit, which Charlotte sucks gently but firmly along its length. My wife’s clit emerges and grows - longer and stiffer than it ever becomes when I lick her out. Wendy thrashes and struggles to no avail. Charlotte’s tongue is relentless, repeating the journey from arse to clit over and over again, each time a little faster and more firmly than before. Wendy begins shouting, calling Charlotte a lesbian slut. But the process of sexual torture continues and suddenly, getting really hot and aroused, my wife stops shouting and starts to moan and makes incoherent animal grunts as she gets ever closer to orgasm, the sweat now forming on her body. Suddenly, Charlotte, an excellent sexual tormentor, stops. Wendy, denied her expected sexual release, pleads to be allowed to cum. At that very moment, Charlotte brings her fingers into play.
First, she explores the outer edge of Wendy’s back passage with her left hand. Wendy hates that and screams “Don’t touch my anus!” But her body betrays her. Even as she is protesting, the trickle of girl cum from her cunt grows into a flood. Charlotte notices and licks her lips in anticipation. Next, without stopping the relentless probing of her left hand, Charlotte inserts one finger of her right hand into Wendy’s cunt and starts to finger fuck her. Wendy stops screaming and begins to moan. Squelching sounds issue from Wendy’s wet cunt. Charlotte inserts a second finger and then a third, all the while slightly increasing the pace of her thrusts. When her fingers find my wife’s G spot, Wendy starts to burble and blather incoherently under the sexual overload “That’s so nice! It is so nice to have your fingers in my cunt! Don’t stop! Don’t ever stop!” Charlotte continues.
Stepping up the pressure, Charlotte starts to tickle Wendy’s clit with her probing tongue and at the same time she starts to finger fuck Wendy’s arse really hard. My wife tenses up, starts to sweat profusely, trembles all over and shrieks out “Yesssss” in a prolonged, banshee like wail and is consumed by an immense orgasm which lasts for almost five minute and sees her lapse into a deep coma .At the final climax, Charlotte’s mouth was clamped tightly over my wife’s cunt, drinking down the copious amounts of girl juice that Wendy was giving off. I am slowly wanking myself off. Charlotte notices. “Stop that! I need your cum. Come here to me!” I obey her command.
“What kind of sex does Wendy refuse to give you? “” She will never suck me off”, I reply. “I will” says Charlotte who immediately takes my stiff prick into her soft, warm mouth. She gives me easily the best blow job that I have ever had and one that was better than I had ever imagined possible. I do not last long between these skilful, experienced, sensuous lips that were still sticky from Wendy’s recently spent orgasm.
A little while afterwards, Wendy begins sleepily to stir. “Quick” said Charlotte “we now have to introduce your wife to the joys of anal sex. Turn her over so that her arse is ******* and in the air, retie her legs firmly apart like you did before and tie her arms with her hands above her head. Then watch and wank!” As Wendy returned to full consciousness, Charlotte, standing behind her, started to rub her slit and clit. Wendy moaned and purred in anticipation.
Charlotte then bent down close to my wife’s arse, breathed upon it - making her victim go rigid with fear –and began slowly to run her tongue around Wendy’s rim, occasionally opening it a little wider pushing her index finger in a tiny way at first. Simultaneously, Charlotte’s other hand continued to stroke and probe Wendy’s now rapidly dampening cunt .Wendy moaned and began saying “ No, No, NO!” Charlotte pulled out a dildo, covered it in cream and none too gently inserted it into my wife’s back passage. Wendy yelped, bucked and screamed “No, please don’t ruin my anus!” As Charlotte continued to push the dildo in and out with one hand, she started to wank me with the other. Stopping to cover my now hard and throbbing cock with cream, she shouted to me “Fuck your wife’s arse with your cock and cum inside her! Her dripping cunt shows she is really gagging for it. Do it now – you know you’ve always wanted to! You will find that her arse is so much more rewarding to fuck than her cunt, which is now for my exclusive use!” Charlotte then smeared cream around Wendy’s opening and pushed some in to her sphincter with her finger.
Wendy groaned as I grabbed her buttocks and forced my throbbing prick into her glory hole. As it went in further she sighed and then shouted despairingly “No, please don’t do this!” I kept on fucking her arse nevertheless. I told her how much better it felt inside her arse than it ever had when my prick was inside her cunt. She sobbed deeply. I kept on fucking her arse as my passion built towards my climax. I told her that I never wanted to fuck her cunt again – only her arse. Although at this her sobs rose and wracked her body uncontrollably, as Charlotte laughed in triumph, my wife started to tense up, to sweat and to shake as she did when she was about to have a really big orgasm! Continuing to fuck her arse really hard, her orgasm came and I came and spewed masses and masses of cum deep into her for about three minutes. I had never had such a long and satisfying orgasm before. Wendy fainted again and Charlotte applauded. Her triumph complete - my wife degraded, debauched , humiliated but not yet fully liberated sexually – she kissed me passionately and I watched the streams of cum flow out of Wendy’s bottom to trickle down the inside of her thighs. I took a lot of photos to post on the internet and wondered what next.
Charlotte and I were standing over Wendy who was nude, face down, and tied akimbo, sobbing quietly and uncontrollably thinking about her recent ordeal and her now sore arse. “Is there any other form of sexual gratification that your wife had denied you?” “Yes. I have long wanted to lick another man’s cum out of her cunt but since she does not fuck around that couldn’t ever happen.” “Now that we have her in our power, why can’t we arrange for it to happen now? Is there anyone close who would like to fuck her?”” Yes. Our next door neighbour’s son, William, who is just eighteen might well be up for it. As it is the school holidays and their parents are at work, Will and his twin sister Mollie will be there alone.”
Charlotte slipped on her flimsy, very short sun dress which showed very clearly that she was not wearing anything beneath it and headed next door. As soon as she had left, Wendy pleaded with me to spare her this further sexual horror but I refused point blank and roughly turned her over so that she would be ready to fuck in the missionary position. She was now moaning piteously. Very soon, Charlotte was back with Will, who had been sunbathing in his briefs, and eighteen year old Mollie who was wearing the shortest skirt that I had ever seen, more like a not very wide belt. By the large bulge in the front of his briefs, he was ready and eager to help make my fantasy come true.
Will, who is just over six feet tall, towered over cowering Wendy as he stripped off his briefs to reveal a prick that was almost nine inches long and extremely stiff, if rather thin. He knelt between my wife’s outstretched legs, rubbed some spittle over the head and upper parts of his cock, positioned it at Wendy’s cunt opening and thrust it inside, heedless of her groans and then shrieks. He picked up speed slowly and was clearly enjoying himself hugely fucking my wife’s now squelching cunt. Her groans were now clearly those of pleasure rather than fright or terror. But she demanded that William use a condom. He refused despite Wendy’s cries that she was not on the pill and did not want his baby. (The thought that my wife might become pregnant by this very fertile and potent youngster was so thrilling that I almost came straight away without touching my cock.)
Another person enjoying the spectacle greatly was Mollie, who moved in very, very close and who, as she bent forward, began to finger her clit, moving in time to her brother’s thrusts. As Mollie bent forward, her ridiculously short skirt rose up to reveal her miniscule thong had ridden up deeply into her crack. It also became obvious that she was not shaved as wisps of light brown, curly hair spilt out on both sides of her labia lips. That sight turned me on even more than that of my wife enjoying being fucked. So I grabbed Mollie round her waist, and positioned my cock close to her cunt, just below her clit. I started humping her and used my cock to move her thong out of the way so that my cock could touch her now dampening slit .I moved my cock up and down, also in time to her brother’s thrusts inside my wife. Mollie took hold of it and tried to slide me into her cunt, whispering that she wanted pleasure too. I wanted to but was afraid to fuck a very young looking eighteen year old so stayed outside but came and shot an immense load of semen all over her crotch. A lot slowly dribbled down the inside of her thighs and long, lovely legs. But Mollie was also busy using her fingers to push a lot of the goo into her hole. “Next time, I shall make sure that you fuck me properly. Why should Wendy get all the fun?”
I looked across at my wife. William was in the final stages of filling her by now eager cunt, from which an immense amount of cum was beginning to dribble out. Now it was my turn to realise my long dreamed of fantasy – at the very moment when a new one had lodged in my brain: the urge to ravish and posses this young girl who, although over the age of consent, looked like a fifteen year old Lolita, but first, to eat a creampie from my wife.
At this moment, Charlotte untied all the ropes which had been holding my wife. I fell to my knees between Wendy’s outstretched legs my eyes level with her stretched cunt out of which William’s fresh and potent semen was pouring in an increasing torrent. I screamed in ecstasy as I clamped my mouth on her still throbbing cunt, determined to taste and swallow every drop of the nectar that I had dreamed for years would be mine. I was worshiping her cunt and its precious load. Words poured out of my mouth in praise of my wife and her cunt which at that moment was the centre of my entire universe. I licked and sucked and gloried in the slightly salty taste and the sticky texture. “Don’t take it all” said Wendy “Leave some deep inside for my eggs!”
If it was my triumph to taste the spunk, it was my wife’s triumph to force me to eat and swallow it – to force me to acknowledge her sexual superiority. She could sense my innermost feelings and could read my mind. She knew that in a deep way, she had also won. “Come on you pervert, enjoy the taste but remember, this is the only way you will ever enjoy my cunt from now on. If there is not another man or boy’s spunk in it, it will be off limits and you will have to be content with exploring my arse instead! Not that I expect that there will be many nights in future when I shall be empty!”
Triumph indeed! No more dull vanilla sex! Wendy had been turned into a hot slut wife, insatiable for sex with other partners, male or female. Charlotte came and stood over us and pushed me out of the way. Standing over my wife, Charlotte slowly pulled her short dress up revealing her damp and hairless cunt in all its glory. Wendy pulled her down and clamped her mouth onto her friend’s clit, which she sucked until Charlotte had the most ecstatic and noisy orgasm. Next, the two women got into the 69 position and gave each other mutual orgasms, which lasted for ages. Finally, sweaty and with Wendy clearly exhausted from the continual sexual overload which was a new experience for her, Charlotte manoeuvred herself between my wife’s thighs and pushed her clit into Wendy’s cunt to give her yet another mind blowing orgasm – her first trib experience.
Locked in mutual post orgasmic bliss, with their cunts still glued together by their mutual fluids, Charlotte said to Wendy “Let’s go out this evening to a club I know in Brighton which is frequented by black men. You will have to wear something short and revealing without any underwear! Being fucked by black cock is an amazing experience and you could well get pregnant!” “Sounds wonderful” said Wendy.”Let’s get ready now! Mollie can look after Ken until we return!” Laughing and sniggering, arms round each other, the two beautiful women went off and my new life really began.
The End
I met Charlotte in 2010 when I had been electioneering for a friend who had been standing for Parliament for a seat in the West Country. Charlotte was another member of the campaigning team. She was in her early twenties, a post graduate student – a very pretty girl, short with quite a full figure and beautiful, well rounded sexy breasts that were a lot larger than Wendy’s. She had good legs and sensuous thighs. She excited me sexually and I fantasised about her but we were too busy campaigning for me to try anything. But we became close friends so I asked her to come and visit us in our home in the south east, which she did on a number of occasions. My lust for Charlotte grew each time. Sometimes, I managed to get her a little ***** by serving her extra strong gin and tonics: on those occasions I managed to steal a few deep kisses just before we went to our separate beds; once we cuddled and groped as we met on the landing when we were both in our night attire – Charlotte grasped my prick through my pyjamas whilst I raised her short night gown and felt her cunt. One night when she and her boyfriend were staying with us, I heard them fucking passionately and groaning loudly as they came together: I rushed to my study and wanked myself off until I shot a huge load over the carpet. My wife could not understand why I did not want to fuck her when I eventually came to bed!
On this fateful occasion when Charlotte was staying, it was extremely hot and humid. The girls dressed scantily and I hoped that I would be able to take Charlotte her early morning cup of tea – since even Wendy was sleeping in the nude, I was certain that Charlotte would be, so I might be in with a chance of a quickie. After a long salad lunch in the garden with plenty of gin and tonics and chilled white wine, we were all feeling very relaxed, almost sleepy. Suddenly, Wendy suggested going for a walk to wake us all up. I made an excuse and declined but Charlotte agreed and the two girls set off. An hour later they returned looking very hot and sweaty. I suggested they went to the bathrooms for a refreshing shower. Later, they both came down stairs, refreshed and perfumed each wearing summer dressing gowns: Wendy had a night gown underneath and I assumed Charlotte was similarly dressed.
We sat in the drawing room. I suggested drinks and came back with a tray – very strong gin and tonic for Charlotte, white wine for Wendy and scotch for me. Wendy and Charlotte sat next to each other on the settee; I seated myself immediately opposite Charlotte with whom I began outrageous verbal flirting. Whilst this was going on, Charlotte moved so that her dressing gown moved half way up her thighs and I could see a long way up. Once she knew that she a had my full attention, she moved so that her gown opened and I could see right up her wide open thighs to her freshly shaved cunt.( I also saw that she was nude underneath: she was not wearing a night gown!) My prick sprang to attention and I shuffled to become more comfortable. Wendy noticed. Under the guise of refreshing our drinks, my wife got up and came right behind me. Bending down to nuzzle my shoulder affectionately, Wendy saw what I had been gazing at so attentively – Charlotte’s hairless and by now quite juicy cunt and nude body.
Wendy went berserk! She shouted out “You cunt! You slut! You whore!” Taking off her dressing gown - revealing her lacy black night dress which was flared and came only to mid thigh – she flung herself full tilt at Charlotte who, taken completely by surprise, fell to the floor on her back. Wendy rips off our guest’s dressing gown, leaving her nakedness fully revealed to my delight. Wendy, on top, with both hands attacking Charlotte’s fleshy, heaving breasts. She claws painfully at one and pulls hard on the other nipple. Charlotte screams in pain. To get some relief and to counter attack, Charlotte pulls Wendy’s hair really hard with one hand whilst punching her in the stomach with the other. Now it is Wendy’s turn to scream – and to ease the onslaught on Charlotte’s breasts. (I take out my prick and begin to jerk myself off.) Charlotte uses her greater strength and youth to reposition herself astride the feet of the now prone and winded Wendy. In a swift move, Charlotte forced Wendy’s night gown up above her waist, ******** my wife’s blonde, trimmed bush and cunt. Wendy has a prudish streak. Her immediate instinct is to cover up her cunt from public view but Charlotte, sensing this, is too quick – she grabs each of Wendy’s wrists in a tight lock before her hands can cover her nudity.
Charlotte then looks at her prize – my wife’s defenceless cunt! I can see immediately that she is now viewing this as her trophy and a sex object to bend to her will and to use it to satisfy her most basic desires. Viewing closely my wife’s cunt, Charlotte changes before my eyes and throbbing prick – her nipples grow harder, her bosom heaves, she starts to sweat, her cunt exudes moisture, her eyes widen, her tongue comes out and her breath comes in short gasps. She almost is having an orgasm!
Wendy realizes what is about to happen to her.
Wendy gasps and tries to close her legs but Charlotte has already placed her legs and thighs between Wendy’s. My wife is trembling and struggling as Charlotte moves her mouth ever closer to her prize – Wendy’s dribbling cunt and clit.
Charlotte needs to immobilize her victim somehow so that she can regain the use of both her hands, which are currently restraining Wendy’s arms. She has a sudden brainwave. She head buts Wendy hard in the stomach and, whilst Wendy is winded and moaning, manoeuvres Wendy’s nightgown so that it is over her head – thus blindfolding her – and trapping her arms inside it – secured tightly by Wendy’s own dressing gown belt.
Then I intervene. I secure each of my wife’s legs with nearby ropes, tying them wide apart each knotted to a different, heavy piece of furniture so that she cannot free them. Wendy is now wide open and helpless and available to satisfy her attacker’s pleasure and wildest sexual needs. She waits in blindfold terror for Charlotte to ravish her vulnerable sex. Having now taken my prick out and begun to wank it, I again intervened.
“Charlotte, darling, wouldn’t it be better if Wendy could see what is going on and what is about to happen to her? If you ripped her night gown right off, I could tie each of her wrists out wide to furniture and she would be totally ******* and at your mercy , able to watch and her breasts would be thrust right up, making it easier for you to kiss and bite them.” “Excellent idea” said Charlotte.”Do it at once!” I willingly did as I was ordered.
Wendy, blinking in the sudden daylight, eyes wide, takes in her situation and awaits frozen in terror as I tie her wrists. Charlotte crouches between Wendy’s legs and slowly moves her mouth towards my wife’s cunt – all the time gently massaging her captive’s legs and thighs as she moves tantalisingly slowly upwards to her prize – Wendy’s cunt and clit. As she does this, Charlotte gets visibly more excited. She starts to dribble and to moan uncontrollably in animal lust and sexual anticipation.
Just before Charlotte’s mouth reaches her target, Wendy starts to scream and shout. “DON’T TOUCH MY CUNT! I am not a lesbian. Don’t, please don’t.” She starts crying but, at that very moment, my wife’s cunt starts gushing juice and exuding strong, pungent smells of deepest, primitive sexual arousal.
Indifferent to her victim’s pleas, Charlotte strikes.
Charlotte’s tongue begins its journey starting from Wendy’s arse and the licks slowly up to her clit, which Charlotte sucks gently but firmly along its length. My wife’s clit emerges and grows - longer and stiffer than it ever becomes when I lick her out. Wendy thrashes and struggles to no avail. Charlotte’s tongue is relentless, repeating the journey from arse to clit over and over again, each time a little faster and more firmly than before. Wendy begins shouting, calling Charlotte a lesbian slut. But the process of sexual torture continues and suddenly, getting really hot and aroused, my wife stops shouting and starts to moan and makes incoherent animal grunts as she gets ever closer to orgasm, the sweat now forming on her body. Suddenly, Charlotte, an excellent sexual tormentor, stops. Wendy, denied her expected sexual release, pleads to be allowed to cum. At that very moment, Charlotte brings her fingers into play.
First, she explores the outer edge of Wendy’s back passage with her left hand. Wendy hates that and screams “Don’t touch my anus!” But her body betrays her. Even as she is protesting, the trickle of girl cum from her cunt grows into a flood. Charlotte notices and licks her lips in anticipation. Next, without stopping the relentless probing of her left hand, Charlotte inserts one finger of her right hand into Wendy’s cunt and starts to finger fuck her. Wendy stops screaming and begins to moan. Squelching sounds issue from Wendy’s wet cunt. Charlotte inserts a second finger and then a third, all the while slightly increasing the pace of her thrusts. When her fingers find my wife’s G spot, Wendy starts to burble and blather incoherently under the sexual overload “That’s so nice! It is so nice to have your fingers in my cunt! Don’t stop! Don’t ever stop!” Charlotte continues.
Stepping up the pressure, Charlotte starts to tickle Wendy’s clit with her probing tongue and at the same time she starts to finger fuck Wendy’s arse really hard. My wife tenses up, starts to sweat profusely, trembles all over and shrieks out “Yesssss” in a prolonged, banshee like wail and is consumed by an immense orgasm which lasts for almost five minute and sees her lapse into a deep coma .At the final climax, Charlotte’s mouth was clamped tightly over my wife’s cunt, drinking down the copious amounts of girl juice that Wendy was giving off. I am slowly wanking myself off. Charlotte notices. “Stop that! I need your cum. Come here to me!” I obey her command.
“What kind of sex does Wendy refuse to give you? “” She will never suck me off”, I reply. “I will” says Charlotte who immediately takes my stiff prick into her soft, warm mouth. She gives me easily the best blow job that I have ever had and one that was better than I had ever imagined possible. I do not last long between these skilful, experienced, sensuous lips that were still sticky from Wendy’s recently spent orgasm.
A little while afterwards, Wendy begins sleepily to stir. “Quick” said Charlotte “we now have to introduce your wife to the joys of anal sex. Turn her over so that her arse is ******* and in the air, retie her legs firmly apart like you did before and tie her arms with her hands above her head. Then watch and wank!” As Wendy returned to full consciousness, Charlotte, standing behind her, started to rub her slit and clit. Wendy moaned and purred in anticipation.
Charlotte then bent down close to my wife’s arse, breathed upon it - making her victim go rigid with fear –and began slowly to run her tongue around Wendy’s rim, occasionally opening it a little wider pushing her index finger in a tiny way at first. Simultaneously, Charlotte’s other hand continued to stroke and probe Wendy’s now rapidly dampening cunt .Wendy moaned and began saying “ No, No, NO!” Charlotte pulled out a dildo, covered it in cream and none too gently inserted it into my wife’s back passage. Wendy yelped, bucked and screamed “No, please don’t ruin my anus!” As Charlotte continued to push the dildo in and out with one hand, she started to wank me with the other. Stopping to cover my now hard and throbbing cock with cream, she shouted to me “Fuck your wife’s arse with your cock and cum inside her! Her dripping cunt shows she is really gagging for it. Do it now – you know you’ve always wanted to! You will find that her arse is so much more rewarding to fuck than her cunt, which is now for my exclusive use!” Charlotte then smeared cream around Wendy’s opening and pushed some in to her sphincter with her finger.
Wendy groaned as I grabbed her buttocks and forced my throbbing prick into her glory hole. As it went in further she sighed and then shouted despairingly “No, please don’t do this!” I kept on fucking her arse nevertheless. I told her how much better it felt inside her arse than it ever had when my prick was inside her cunt. She sobbed deeply. I kept on fucking her arse as my passion built towards my climax. I told her that I never wanted to fuck her cunt again – only her arse. Although at this her sobs rose and wracked her body uncontrollably, as Charlotte laughed in triumph, my wife started to tense up, to sweat and to shake as she did when she was about to have a really big orgasm! Continuing to fuck her arse really hard, her orgasm came and I came and spewed masses and masses of cum deep into her for about three minutes. I had never had such a long and satisfying orgasm before. Wendy fainted again and Charlotte applauded. Her triumph complete - my wife degraded, debauched , humiliated but not yet fully liberated sexually – she kissed me passionately and I watched the streams of cum flow out of Wendy’s bottom to trickle down the inside of her thighs. I took a lot of photos to post on the internet and wondered what next.
Charlotte and I were standing over Wendy who was nude, face down, and tied akimbo, sobbing quietly and uncontrollably thinking about her recent ordeal and her now sore arse. “Is there any other form of sexual gratification that your wife had denied you?” “Yes. I have long wanted to lick another man’s cum out of her cunt but since she does not fuck around that couldn’t ever happen.” “Now that we have her in our power, why can’t we arrange for it to happen now? Is there anyone close who would like to fuck her?”” Yes. Our next door neighbour’s son, William, who is just eighteen might well be up for it. As it is the school holidays and their parents are at work, Will and his twin sister Mollie will be there alone.”
Charlotte slipped on her flimsy, very short sun dress which showed very clearly that she was not wearing anything beneath it and headed next door. As soon as she had left, Wendy pleaded with me to spare her this further sexual horror but I refused point blank and roughly turned her over so that she would be ready to fuck in the missionary position. She was now moaning piteously. Very soon, Charlotte was back with Will, who had been sunbathing in his briefs, and eighteen year old Mollie who was wearing the shortest skirt that I had ever seen, more like a not very wide belt. By the large bulge in the front of his briefs, he was ready and eager to help make my fantasy come true.
Will, who is just over six feet tall, towered over cowering Wendy as he stripped off his briefs to reveal a prick that was almost nine inches long and extremely stiff, if rather thin. He knelt between my wife’s outstretched legs, rubbed some spittle over the head and upper parts of his cock, positioned it at Wendy’s cunt opening and thrust it inside, heedless of her groans and then shrieks. He picked up speed slowly and was clearly enjoying himself hugely fucking my wife’s now squelching cunt. Her groans were now clearly those of pleasure rather than fright or terror. But she demanded that William use a condom. He refused despite Wendy’s cries that she was not on the pill and did not want his baby. (The thought that my wife might become pregnant by this very fertile and potent youngster was so thrilling that I almost came straight away without touching my cock.)
Another person enjoying the spectacle greatly was Mollie, who moved in very, very close and who, as she bent forward, began to finger her clit, moving in time to her brother’s thrusts. As Mollie bent forward, her ridiculously short skirt rose up to reveal her miniscule thong had ridden up deeply into her crack. It also became obvious that she was not shaved as wisps of light brown, curly hair spilt out on both sides of her labia lips. That sight turned me on even more than that of my wife enjoying being fucked. So I grabbed Mollie round her waist, and positioned my cock close to her cunt, just below her clit. I started humping her and used my cock to move her thong out of the way so that my cock could touch her now dampening slit .I moved my cock up and down, also in time to her brother’s thrusts inside my wife. Mollie took hold of it and tried to slide me into her cunt, whispering that she wanted pleasure too. I wanted to but was afraid to fuck a very young looking eighteen year old so stayed outside but came and shot an immense load of semen all over her crotch. A lot slowly dribbled down the inside of her thighs and long, lovely legs. But Mollie was also busy using her fingers to push a lot of the goo into her hole. “Next time, I shall make sure that you fuck me properly. Why should Wendy get all the fun?”
I looked across at my wife. William was in the final stages of filling her by now eager cunt, from which an immense amount of cum was beginning to dribble out. Now it was my turn to realise my long dreamed of fantasy – at the very moment when a new one had lodged in my brain: the urge to ravish and posses this young girl who, although over the age of consent, looked like a fifteen year old Lolita, but first, to eat a creampie from my wife.
At this moment, Charlotte untied all the ropes which had been holding my wife. I fell to my knees between Wendy’s outstretched legs my eyes level with her stretched cunt out of which William’s fresh and potent semen was pouring in an increasing torrent. I screamed in ecstasy as I clamped my mouth on her still throbbing cunt, determined to taste and swallow every drop of the nectar that I had dreamed for years would be mine. I was worshiping her cunt and its precious load. Words poured out of my mouth in praise of my wife and her cunt which at that moment was the centre of my entire universe. I licked and sucked and gloried in the slightly salty taste and the sticky texture. “Don’t take it all” said Wendy “Leave some deep inside for my eggs!”
If it was my triumph to taste the spunk, it was my wife’s triumph to force me to eat and swallow it – to force me to acknowledge her sexual superiority. She could sense my innermost feelings and could read my mind. She knew that in a deep way, she had also won. “Come on you pervert, enjoy the taste but remember, this is the only way you will ever enjoy my cunt from now on. If there is not another man or boy’s spunk in it, it will be off limits and you will have to be content with exploring my arse instead! Not that I expect that there will be many nights in future when I shall be empty!”
Triumph indeed! No more dull vanilla sex! Wendy had been turned into a hot slut wife, insatiable for sex with other partners, male or female. Charlotte came and stood over us and pushed me out of the way. Standing over my wife, Charlotte slowly pulled her short dress up revealing her damp and hairless cunt in all its glory. Wendy pulled her down and clamped her mouth onto her friend’s clit, which she sucked until Charlotte had the most ecstatic and noisy orgasm. Next, the two women got into the 69 position and gave each other mutual orgasms, which lasted for ages. Finally, sweaty and with Wendy clearly exhausted from the continual sexual overload which was a new experience for her, Charlotte manoeuvred herself between my wife’s thighs and pushed her clit into Wendy’s cunt to give her yet another mind blowing orgasm – her first trib experience.
Locked in mutual post orgasmic bliss, with their cunts still glued together by their mutual fluids, Charlotte said to Wendy “Let’s go out this evening to a club I know in Brighton which is frequented by black men. You will have to wear something short and revealing without any underwear! Being fucked by black cock is an amazing experience and you could well get pregnant!” “Sounds wonderful” said Wendy.”Let’s get ready now! Mollie can look after Ken until we return!” Laughing and sniggering, arms round each other, the two beautiful women went off and my new life really began.
The End
