“Look!” Claire blurted out suddenly. She pushed the head of the crop between Karen’s open legs. “Look, she’s wet. The whore!”
Karen shuddered at the touch of the crop. Richard put a hand down and touched her, feeling the moisture between her swollen lips. She gasped loudly and tried to push herself down onto his fingers. Claire snatched his hand away.
“Don’t encourage the little slut” She said her voice taking on a new more teasing tone. “I haven’t finished with her yet. Now Karen, how many lashes do you think a bad slut like you deserves?”
Karen was about to scream at Claire that she deserved none of this, but something held those words back. Her cunt was throbbing, aching to be satisfied. She had never felt so aroused.
“Fuck you bitch!” She said instead.
Again the crop stung across her buttocks and she cried out.
“How many?” Claire asked.
“Fuck you!” This time the crop struck across one thigh at an angle, the tip almost catching Karen directly on one of her cunt lips. She shuddered uncontrollably. To her surprised she almost wanted to feel the bite of the crop on her aching naked cunt.
“How many?” Claire repeated.
“Six!” Karen heard herself speak the words but had no idea why she had chosen that number.
Shocked with herself she turned her head to look at Richard through a tangle of tousled hair. He was sat in the chair next to the bed and had removed his trousers. He had his cock in his hand and was manipulating himself as he watched her. She had never seen him look so aroused.
“Six?” Claire repeated her words. “Six it is then!”
Karen tossed her head to shake the hair from her eyes and bit her lip as she looked across at Richard. She heard the woosh of air followed by the stifling pain of the first strike as Claire counted “One!”
“Two!” Claire continued to count. Somewhere three and four became lost in the mist of pleasure and pain that swam about Karen’s body. The fifth strike was harder than any of those that had come before and Karen arched up on the bed in response, a gurgled cry coming from somewhere deep inside her. As she relaxed again the burning heat ate into her buttocks and thighs and worked its way to her clitoris, she looked at Richard again and watched as he responded by stroking his rigid erect cock feverishly.
She heard Claire take a deep breath as she took time to steady herself for the final blow. A whoosh of air and an incredible burst of pain exploded across Karen’s buttocks. She felt herself tremble and a wave of orgasm shot through her body. She heard her own cries, almost muffled by the hissing in her ears as wave after wave swept through her. Her muscles contracted within her, desperate, aching, searching. She wanted Richards cock and she wanted it now.
“My, my!” she heard Claire say. “Look at the slut buck!”
Suddenly the strikes stopped and she felt Claire climb on to the bed and kneel between her legs. She tried to move but with her legs still firmly tied wide apart no amount of twisting or arching would allow her to resist.
“Look Richard, She’s absolutely gushing!” Claire said taking a close up look between Karen’s legs, her golden hair spilling across her painfully striped buttocks and thighs.
Karen felt a finger probe against her labia. Her instant reaction was to try to push against it, to force it into her cunt. Suddenly she realised that the finger was Claire’s. She had never been touched by a woman before. She wasn’t a lesbian! She couldn’t………she couldn’t! She tried to resist but her own arousal was now driving her and at that point in time she would have taken any form of relief for her desperate cunt.
“I know.” Claire said with mock sympathy “I know. You’re thinking that your not some crazy sex driven lesbian, not some sluty whore but then.....” Claire laughed loudly “You really could do with getting that cunt filled couldn’t you?”
Karen couldn’t believe it. How could she know what she was thinking?
“But you know my dear that you are wrong. You are a lesbian slut. If that’s what I want you to be then that’s what you are.” Claire continued, touching teasingly at Karen’s swollen lips. “You need to fuck right now don’t you? Any fuck will do. You couldn’t give a damn who was fucking you. Man or woman. Am I right?”
“Bitch!” Karen said.
“Oh, you may well be right! But do you want to be fucked you little lesbian slut?”
“I’m not a fucking lesbian!”
“But you do want some cock? Is that it?” Claire was teasing her. She slipped the tip of her finger into the opening of Karen’s cunt. Karen bucked and writhed to escape it’s probing.
“Fucking bitch!”
“Fucking lesbian.” Claire taunted her.
“Fuck off”
“Fuck ME! That’s what you really want to say isn’t it?”
Karen buried her face in the bedclothes in frustration.
“Richard darling, stop wanking that gorgeous hot cock of yours.” She leaned over Karen now, pressing her bosom against her back and whispered in her ear “He does that at work you know. While he’s dick-tating notes to me. We have key words and at each word I remove an item of clothing. When I’m naked I suck him off until he comes in my mouth.”
Karen screamed in anger and tried to throw her off but Claire just laughed and sat back.
“Richard darling, your poor flat chested, pissy lesbian slut needs some cock. Stop wasting it and give her some.”
Richard stood and knelt on the edge of the bed as Claire forced Karen to turn her head to the side to face him. He positioned himself before her and held his swollen erect cock to her lips. Karen took it in her mouth and began to suck hungrily on it. In all their years together she had never felt him so hard or seen him so aroused. It made her hungry for him. Hungry to take him and taste him. If only she could have him fuck her!
Claire meanwhile reached over the side of the bed for her bag and after a moment of rummaging she threw it back to the floor again.
“That’s a good little lesbian” she continued “good lesbian, sucking cock.”
Karen broke for a moment from gorging on Richards pulsing glans.
“I’m not a lesbian, you bitch.”
“Oh but you are sweetheart.” Claire scoffed “You want me to fuck you. I know it. I’m sat here looking at your gapping, dripping cunt and it’s just pleading with me to fuck it.”
“Go fuck yourself!” Karen barked.
“Shall I lick you? Or finger you?” Claire asked ignoring Karen’s angry outburst.
Karen bit her lip fighting down the delicious thoughts of attention, any attention, being given to her cunt. She snatched Richard’s cock into her mouth and lashed it with her tongue.
“I could give you a good fisting,” Claire continued “or fuck you with a vibro”
Karen groaned.
“Or maybe I could fuck with my strap-on cock?”
Karen spun her head around to look at Claire. She was kneeling behind her, a smug smile on her face, and a large strap-on cock tied to her groin.
“Well?” Claire purred “Are you a lesbian slut or not?”
Karen stared at the golden haired, buxom blonde. Her blouse was open and her bra was pushed down and her ample breasts hung freely. Her nipples were erect. Her skirt was pulled up around her waist; the long black penis shaped dildo protruding in front of her.
Karen said nothing but turned back and took Richard in her mouth and went back to work on his cock.
She felt the weight of Claire adjusting herself on the bed, then she placed a hand on the small of Karens back. The head of the strap-on nudged against her lips and before Karen could react it was thrust quickly and slickly in to her aching cunt. She squealed a muffled squeal and gasped around Richards rigid manhood.
Claire then began to thrust, long deep thrusts, working her hips back and forth, somewhat clumsily Karen thought for a moment. But she didn’t care. She was getting what her body demanded. Man or woman, Claire was right. She didn’t give a damn.
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sp; “Just fuck me bitch!” Karen screamed releasing Richard from her mouth for a moment.
“You see you are lesbian slut!” Claire announced breathlessly. Karen sucked hard on him sensing that he was close and almost immediately he started to buck in her mouth. Her cunt clasped down around the rigid intruder inside her as wave after wave of orgasm racked her body. She was only partially aware of gulping down Richard’s cum as his twitching manhood spat its thick juice into her mouth.
Gasping, Claire thrust defiantly into her. Karen lifted herself as much as she could as Claire wrapped her hands around beneath her grasping Karen’s breasts and pinched her nipples.
Even as Richards cock grew limp in her mouth and fell away Karen could here Claire still gasping, feel the deep forceful thrusting as she grunted insults “Fucking lesbian slut! You fucking pathetic bitch!” as she forced every last ounce of orgasm from Karen’s body. Karen didn’t want it to stop, ever, awash as she was by orgasm. As angered by Claire’s revelations of her relationship with her husband. As degraded and ashamed as she had been made to feel.
“Fuck me woman, fuck me!” she cried knowing that Claire would continue long beyond anything that her husband could manage.
The Stain
He lay in bed, eyes closed tight, running his fingers over the length of his cock. The taught skin, tight around his engorged shaft felt like silk to the touch whilst the swollen head of his glans was barely able to stand any more of the caressing.
He stroked and teased himself a little more running his finger along the long hard ridge that bulged with his waiting seed, down to his balls drawing tantalising circles over the tight wrinkled flesh of his sack. Hooking his thumb under the base of his rigid shaft he let his four fingers glide up the shaft until they rested beneath the rim of its head. He shivered and felt his heart thumping in his chest as a trickle of pre-cum squeezed free from the tip and dripped onto his belly. He held still for a moment, trying to regulate his breathing in deep steady breaths. For a moment he was distracted. A noise somewhere in the house made him pause. A door opened out on the landing. He held still. It was Aunt Maggie getting up. He held his breath; his cock throbbed in his hand pulsing in rhythm with his heart while his loins ached with the tension.
The toilet flushed and he heard the whisping sound of Aunt Maggie’s dressing gown as it brushed passed his door before her footsteps descended lightly down the stairs. He waited a moment longer. The sound of running water came through the pipes as she filled the kettle down in the kitchen. Relaxing again he stroked his still tense cock gently with his fingers but knew it could take no more of the teasing. Closing his fingers gently around its girth he tightened his grip and began to work his fist in short jerking movements. His breathing tensed and his heart raced inside his chest as he drew the image of Melissa Carter into his mind, naked on all fours her long golden hair cascading down over her face and shoulders. He slipped his cock into her and felt her flesh against his groin and the wet silky feel of her cunt. Suddenly he was coming.
He lay there for a few minutes while his body came back down and his limp but satisfied cock retreated back to its normal size. He cursed as he climbed out of bed; his come had trickled down off his belly and lay in a pool upon his sheet. No worry, today he had English Literature and Melissa Carter was in his study group. He dressed quickly after his shower and skipped down the staircase making it from top to bottom in four leaps. In the kitchen Aunt Maggie had made tea and toast and it was laid out ready for him.
She wasn’t his real Aunt. More an old school friend of his Mothers but they had always called her Auntie. When he got his place in University it had been an obvious thing that he would go and live at Aunt Maggie’s until he felt settled in the new town and could find digs of his own. She was Ok. She had grown up kids of her own and didn’t seem bothered about him staying out late or getting drunk. Some of her views on things were a little outdated but, well, he guessed she was forty five or more so that was normal.
He gulped down the tea and snatched up the toast along with his shoulder bag full of books a grabbed his keys.
“No need for them today.” Aunt Maggie said “I’m in all day, coffee morning with the ladies and its wash day too.”
“Ok” he said pocketing the keys anyway and waved goodbye as he thrust the slice of toast into his mouth.
“English lecture, finished about midday.” He said trying not to lose the toast from between his teeth.
The lecture passed quite slowly but he got to sit behind Melissa and marvel at her long golden locks. It brought back the memory of that morning, lying in bed wanking. He had imagined fucking Melissa from just this angle and a knowing satisfied grin spread across his lips as he remembered imagining what it would be like to fuck her. He was going to make a move soon. Then he remembered the pool of cum on his bed sheet and Aunt Maggie saying it was wash day. His cheeks flushed. He had planned to hang around the refectory after lecture to spend some time eyeing up Melissa but he would have to go home, get his sheet stripped and make some excuse so that he could just slip it in the washing machine himself without her seeing it.
After the lecture he caught up with his mates Steve and Aaron to make plans for that evening and then caught the bus home. It was Melissa that was on his mind when he opened the front door and bounded up the stairs to his room. He figured he had a good chance. She didn’t seem to be dating anyone and he was not a bad looking guy.
Throwing his bag down next to the chest of drawers he grimaced as he realised that the bed had already been stripped. He swore softly and then laughed to himself nervously. He realised quickly that there was nothing to be ashamed of. Aunt Maggie had had kids of her own and must have seen it a hundred times before. Although she didn’t have a husband now he doubted it was anything that she hadn’t encountered before during her married life. He should not be ashamed, it was normal with healthy late teenage boys, everyone knew that nowadays. He’d just carry on as normal as if nothing had happened. That was assuming of course that she’d even noticed.
He heard voices and laughter from downstairs. Aunt Maggie’s coffee morning, he remembered. It wasn’t unusual for them to go on into the afternoon. He trotted down the stairs again and opening the lounge door stuck his head around it so to let his Aunt know he was home.
The talking stopped and all faces turned to look at him. Aunt Maggie was stood up by the fire place. Her friends were all sat around facing her. She was holding up his bed sheet, a finger pointing at the circular yellow stain that marked the white cotton. His faced flushed a deep shade of red and his mouth fell open.
Aunt Maggie was completely calm and said, “Hello there, I was just discussing with my friends which was the best way to get this stain out of your sheet.”
He mumbled some words but they were as incoherent as the thoughts in his head. He stepped into the room and stood like a naughty boy, in shock, a prickle of sweat burst out over his forehead.
“I suggested that we should find out what the stain was first” said a dark haired woman sat on the sofa. “Then we’d know what to use to remove it.”
He couldn’t speak.
“Perhaps if we knew how it got there?” said another woman. He fumbled nervously looking for words, his eyes searching the inquisitive faces of each of the women.
“Come on now dear,” said Aunt Maggie “You must know what it is.”
“I…..I don’t….” suddenly an escape route burst into his mind. “Its glue!.I spilt some glue!……. this morning………doing my homework.....I’m really sorry” he explained, praying that they bought it.
“Oh no dear,” Auntie Maggie shook her head “Helen has had a good look at it and it’s not glue.” His heart sank again.
A blonde woman stood up and took hold of the edge of the sheet placing her hand behind the offending stain to make it more prominent.
“No,” She said “I’ve looked at it thoroughly and it’s definitely not glue.”
“So what could it be?” asked ano
ther of the women a genuinely puzzled look on her face.
“Auntie, can I talk to you in the kitchen a moment” He asked recovering his thoughts now. He had been mistaken. The poor woman had no idea and she was about to embarrass herself and all her friends.
“Oh, I don’t think that’s necessary.” She said. “Surely you can tell me here.”
“No, I don’t think you realise.” He gave a hinting nod of his head, desperation creasing his face.
“Well I really would like you tell me here. We’re all fascinated to know.”
Suddenly he felt like Auntie wasn’t going to get his drift. In fact he wasn’t at all sure that she was deliberately not getting it.
“So young man, are you going to tell us or not.” asked Helen, still pointing at the stain.
“I really don’t think…..” He started.
“Oh this is becoming tiresome.” Said Aunt Maggie “now, tell us the truth.” She demanded with a stern voice.
Again he began to splutter his words, feeling the pressure on him rising. Aunt Maggie let go of the sheet leaving the other woman holding it and stood with her hands on her hips.
“Now are you going to tell us or not”
“I can’t.” He pleaded “It’s…….”
“Yes?”
“It’s…….” he swallowed hard and then….then decided to give in. Now she would regret it!”
“It’s semen.” He mumbled.
“What? I didn’t hear what he said” chirped a woman in a low cut dress sat in an armchair.
“Well, speak up.” Aunt Maggie demanded.
“It’s semen!” He spoke clearly and defiantly this time.
“Well at last!” Aunt Maggie said, without showing the least bit of surprise. “And suppose you tell us how it got there?”
Now he really could not believe what was happening.“I’m sorry?” he said.
“Tell us how it got there.”
“Yes,” said Helen “How did you get semen on your bed sheet?”
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