PART 3
A few weeks later my family is having
our huge famous summer barbecue. Family
and friends gather together in our large
backyard to consume tons of corn, dogs and
beans. I worked hard in the morning with
my parents and sisters to get the house
and yard ready for the big shindig. I'm
nervous with frenetic energy because the
Anderson's will be part of the crowd
coming over to visit. This will be the
first time I'll be seeing Mrs. Anderson
after our wild lesbian encounter at
Jimmy's. I haven't heard from Jimmy all
week and suspect he has moved on. I don't
seemed to care that much about him either
way. He's nice but I've been dreaming more
about Mrs. Anderson lately.
People start showing up, the burger's
sizzle on the grill. The Anderson's
finally arrive. My heart is in my throat.
Mr. And Mrs. Anderson, with their two
daughters walk up, saying their hello's to
everyone. My Mom relives Mrs. Anderson of
two large homemade pies she's carrying.
Just seeing Mrs. Anderson again makes my
pussy tingle. I'm struck with how utterly
normal and proper she appears, wearing a
modest floral print dress with a blue bow
in her hair and a big white pocketbook at
her side. She play's the part of typical
suburban house perfectly, no sign of the
dominatrix-bitch lurking beneath. I'm sure
that no one at our gathering today would
even suspect that just a few nights ago
Mrs. Anderson had me bound and well-
plugged as she fucked me silly.
She smiles at me and says hello, as
she usually does, politely asking about my
work and school. Even though my ears burn
red with memories, I answer in the typical
fashion; schools okay, work is fine, blah,
blah blah.
Mrs. Anderson doesn't show the
slightest hint of the nasty things we've
done. The barbecue party continues in the
bright afternoon sun. Little kids race
around, as us adults mill about chatting,
drinking pop and beer and swatting at the
flies. My oldest sister, Suzy, has four
young noisy kids of her own which I help
take care of.
The kids run off, and for a while
I'm left alone at the one of the picnic
tables. I gulp and tremble slightly as
Mrs. Anderson comes by and sits down next
to me. For a while we don't saying
anything. The two of us just staring off
in the afternoon heat.
"Kristine, I'll get right to the
point. I'm aroused as hell just looking at
you here, in your soft blouse and tight-
fuck-me blue jeans. Let's make love right
here and now. I've brought some special
toys in my handbag that I'm just dying to
try out on you. Maybe we could go up to
your bedroom. You have a lock on the door,
right?"
She says this as in the most
nonchalant way, as if we're just two gals
talking about the county fair!
"Mmm, Mrs. Anderson," I respond
trying to stay cool but completely excited
by the idea. "Y-you m-mean now? That's
very nasty, with everyone around and all."
"Yes honey," she says while
innocently tracing a finger along my
shoulder blade. "That of course is the
point."
Two minutes later I'm sitting on the
bed in my bedroom, waiting for Mrs.
Anderson. Looking around at my rows of
stuffed dolls and the light pink
wallpaper. I know that it's time I find my
own apartment. Being 22 is just old to
stay at home with my parents.
I hear heels coming down the hallway.
Mrs. Anderson enters my bedroom with a
whirl. She closes the latch and turns
toward me. We smile at each other and my
cheeks blush lightly.
"Hi, sweetie," she says grinning at
me. "I know this is just a little crazy.
Um.is it too much Kristine? It-it just
makes me feel so wild, so naughty, the
idea of taking you right here, right in
your own bedroom with our friends and
family just outside. Just let me know, at
any time, if it's too much and we can
stop."
I giggle and return her grin. I
nervously stare down at my hands crossed
in my lap.
"Um, no Mrs. Anderson, it-it's just
fine with me. Umm, L-lets do it! I've been
dreaming about you all week."
"Hmm, good, good. I've been thinking
about you too dear."
Mrs. Anderson puts her large handbag
on the bed and sits down very close to
next me. Her hand gently traces up and
down my back. She nuzzles and kisses my
neck, I titter at the caress of her soft
lips.
My heart beats rapidly as the older
woman slowly pushes my shoulders way back
and down against the bed. I'm on my back,
facing up as Mrs. Anderson moves to her
side and nestles close to me. The dusty
afternoon sun shines across my bedroom
walls. I still hear the noise from the
barbecue below even though my bedroom is
on the second floor
She gets down next to me and nuzzles
my neck with her soft lips. I sigh and
close my eyes as her hands roam across my
tummy, down to my jeans, across my thighs
and than around again. She feels up and
over my shirt, fondling and pressing on my
breasts, then moving up to my shoulder and
then back down over my chest again. I keep
my eyes close and thoroughly enjoy Mrs.
Anderson's caressing of my body. Her touch
is very light at first, and then becomes
more insistent. Her nimble fingers
unbutton my blouse down my chest and
across my tummy.
Mrs. Anderson kisses me firmly across
my cheek, up to my nose and then softly on
my lips. I turn my head and return her
kiss. Our tongues poke out and entwine.
Her hands slowly move over my tummy and
under my bra. She cups and molds my
breasts like pizza dough. She's really
turning me on now. I never imagined myself
a lesbian, but I have to admit that what
Mrs. Anderson is doing to me really feels
great!
Our tongues dance as she plays with
my chest. Her other hand comes between my
legs and rub along my blue jeans to work
long my inner thigh. She grabs my crotch
and fondles me through my pants. I let
loose a low moan of pleasure, giggling
nervously as the older woman unbuttons my
jeans and casually zip them open.
"Oh!" I groan in pleasure as her palm
rubs along my pussy mound. She continues
to kiss me fiercely as her hands squeeze
and knead my breasts and pussy. She moves
down to kiss and bite along my neck. She
inserts two finger up into my now sopping
pussy. A thrilling agony wells up from
between my legs as she slowly mashes and
slides her thumb directly across my clit!
"Oh, Oh! Mrs. Anderson, y-your so
nasty!" I murmur to my wicked lover, short
on breath. I can't believe I'm having sex
with Mrs. Anderson, right here in my
girlhood bedroom, with the sounds of our
family picnic in full swing just outside
my window!
"Mmmmm," is the older woman's only
response. She kisses under my neck and
squishes her fingers around deep inside
me. Her intense handling is really turning
me on!
I whimper and pout when she means off
me and withdraws her hands.
"Kristine, I want to see your sweet
ass as naked as the day you where born."
Mrs. Anderson finishes undressing me.
I help her out as she lifts my blouse over
my head. She unclips my bra and lifts it
off. I groan when she briefly lowers her
mouth to my now exposed breasts. She
engulfs me, sucking upward on my tender
bosom, treating me like a melting ice
cream cone. Oh! She's so wild! I groan as
Mrs. Anderson takes my nipple between her
teeth and shakes me a bit. My lesbian
lover moves down to my feet dangling over
the edge of the bed. She quickly takes off
my sneakers, but leaves my pink cotton
socks on. I close my eyes, I feel so
wonderfully wicked. She removes my blue
jeans, I raise my butt to let her slip the
pants off me. Mrs. Anderson doesn't stop
there. I feel her warm fingers take hold
of my panties. She pushes them down and
off my legs!
I'm now completely exposed before the
older woman!
"Kristine dear, why don't you open
your eyes and get off your sweet ass. Just
kneel on there bed for a bit and watch me
get undressed."
"Um.okay Mrs. Anderson."
I do as the older woman tells me and
kneel on my soft, springy bed facing her.
I blush deeply as she looks over my now
naked body like a predator. She smiles at
me sweetly, looking directly in the eyes
as she begins unbuttoning the front of her
dress. I gulp. I'm once again struck with
just how pretty Mrs. Anderson is. Soft and
shapely, but also strong, with a hint of
definition to her biceps, her breasts are
nice and round, much bigger than mine, her
legs well defined and muscular.
She moves towards the bed like at
cat, getting on her knees on the opposite
side. We come together, face-to-face, and
embrace. She holds me just under my arms
and presses me tightly against her. Her
breasts feel great against me! She's so
warm and firm. Since she's taller than me
she needs to lean down a bit to kiss me
fiercely. I kiss her back. Mrs. Anderson
then starts kissing me all over! On my
cheeks, eyes, nose and down my neck. I
feel completely swept away here in her
arms.
I just want to absorb her into me! I
kiss the older woman back, sliding my lips
down her throat, along her shoulder and
onto her chest, leaving a trial of sweet
spittle as I go. I suckle on her breasts
like a hungry little baby.
"Mmm, oh! Kristina, sweet little
Kristina, that so nice, so wonderful,"
Mrs. Anderson coos, cradling me to her.
"Aaah, Kristine, Ummmm, Kristine,"
she says gently pushing me off her. "Let
try something fun. Why don't you lie down
on the bed proper. And I'll get over you,
but in reverse, so we can lick each other
between the legs. It's called the 69
position, and it's very, very nice."
"Okay." I quickly agree and lay down
in the center of the bed. Her idea is so
wild and nasty, I just can't wait to try
it! She turns around and places her knees
over me, straddling my tummy backwards! I
look down in amazement as Mrs. Anderson's
butt moves up and then directly over my
face! The older woman gently brings her
wet and musky pussy to rest over my nose
and mouth. I'm overcome with her womanly
scent as she begins to rub back and forth
over my face. I quickly adjust as my nose,
mouth and cheeks are plastered with her
flowing love juices. She hooks her hands
under my thighs and pushes my legs opens.
I shudder and tremble as Mrs. Anderson
fastens her mouth to me pussy! It's like
an electric shock of pleasure that
reverberates through me.
I attempt to return the favor by
opening my mouth to lick and slurp on the
tender-soft pussy mound splayed over my
face.
"Oh baby, oh my sweet little baby,
that's good, that's so fucking gooood,"
Mrs. Anderson murmurs to me. She moves her
hips slightly so my mouth has complete
access to her quim. She returns her mouth
to my pussy. We both focus on licking,
lapping and grinding against each other,
mouth-to-pussy, pussy-to-mouth in
wonderfully perverted womanly passion. My
bed bounces a bit with our earnest
slurping. Mrs. Anderson inserts her tongue
into my pussy and slowly licks up and out!
I echo back the same actions to the older
woman's pussy. We're so totally wicked! Me
and Mrs. Anderson, up in my bedroom
engaged in fierce oral sex during the
family barbecue!
We're in a endless loop of giving and
receiving the most intimate kind of
pleasure. I loose myself to the
overwhelming passion coursing through my
body. Our twisting, grinding, slurping and
licking reaches a fevered crescendo. We
both cum almost at the same time. My back
arches and my hips shake wildly as my
orgasm wells out, and spasms into Mrs.
Anderson's mouth. She groans and I feel
her soft pussy tremble and twitch around
my inserted tongue. She's already quite
sopping wet, but nothing prepares me for
the deluge that follows. Gobs and gobs of
her love juices begin to flow from between
her engorged pussy lips. I lick and laps
it up in delight, but my mouth cannot keep
up with the demand. Her juices run all
over my face, down my cheeks, over my
chin, and sloping and soaking into my
hair.
"Aaaaarrh, Oooooh, baby. Oh my sweet
little baby, oh, a-aarh, a-aaaaaarh!" Mrs.
Anderson moans as she lift her face from
my spent pussy. She continues cumming all
over my face! She arches against me, her
thighs clamp tightly to me, her pussy
grinds into my mouth and nose. I hear
mothers yelling at their kids running
around outside at the barbecue as Mrs.
Anderson's love flow continues to squirt
past my lips, down my chin, even pooling
up in my ears!
Finally her spasming pussy slows
down. She whimpers and moans as she comes
down from her high. She gets off me and
turns around. We both laugh when we face
each other. Her face is plastered with my
love juices!
"Wow, Kristine, don't you look like
the perfect little cunt-licker," she tease
as she nestles down next to me. The older
woman kisses me directly on the lips,
forcing my mouth open. I hold onto her
shoulders, as her tongue lazily plays
across my own. We taste each others (and
our own!) musky woman-scent. She stops
kissing me and we lay in each other's arms
in a gentle post-orgasmic embrace.
She holds me close to her body as we
lie on our sides with our legs entwined.
She kisses my neck lightly. Her hands roam
up and down my back, kneading, and molding
my ass cheeks. Our breasts push
deliciously together. I close my eyes and
tilt my head back. Mrs. Anderson's body
feels great against mine. She's so warm,
so strong. As her magic hands continue to
caress, the older woman mashes her pussy
over my hip and thigh while manipulating
her own thigh to press and slide over my
own. I can't believe it. She's revving up
again, heating us both up! Mrs. Anderson
is totally unstoppable!
I moan and melt into the older woman
as we thread, twist and twine against each
other on my bed. The late afternoon sun
provides a warm glow throughout my
bedroom. Mrs. Anderson's body is like a
glowing-tan muscular snake, twisting and
rasping through me.
"Oh, baby, your such a sweetie, so
young, so pleasingly pliant." She leans
away from me. We look at each other in the
face. I blush under have intense gaze, and
then relax. Her angular face, and bright
eyes are simply beautiful.
"Kristine, I have a strap-on dildo
and wrist cuffs in my bag. I'd want to
secure you to the bed here and fuck you
with the strap-on. It would be a very nice
cap to our little session this afternoon.
What do you think, should we continue, or
called it a day? You know you can tell me
to stop at any time."
"Um." I pretend to consider her
question. She's so wonderfully wicked, I'm
getting quite wet again just thinking
about it. "Yes! Yes! Let's do it, let's do
it all Mrs. Anderson!"
She positions me on my back in the
middle of my bed and stretches my arms out
wide. She takes a pair of soft leather
cuffs attached to adjustable chains out of
her handbag. She loops the chains around
each end of the bedposts. In no time she
has my wrists bound wide to my own
bedposts! She places a pillow comfortably
under my head, and places another pillow
under my ass. She pulls a funny looking
molded pink dildo out of her bag. A series
of looping straps and clips are attached
to the back of the thing.
"I just love this strap-on, see how
the back is covered with these firm
bristles," the older woman shows me the
strange plastic bristles on the back of
the phallus.
"Y-yes, I do Mrs. Anderson," I
respond while twisting slightly, testing
my wrist bindings.
"Well these little suckers give me
the most amazing sensations when fucking
little sluts like yourself." She teases,
and slips the thing over her legs,
tightening the obscene dong to her crouch.
My heart is pounding and I'm sopping
between my legs as I contemplate what Mrs.
Anderson is about to do to me! She bounces
on the bed and gets next to me. The older
woman places her hands over my chest. She
deeply kneads and mashes my breasts
together!
"Just one more thing for you, my
tender little peach," she says reaching
into her handbag again. I groan when she
pulls out two small metal clips, the clips
are spring-loaded with nasty little
rubber-padded teeth!
"Oh!" I groan again, looking down
over my bound body as she grabs hold of my
left breast. She pulls up on my nipple and
attaches me directly to the metal clip,
clamping the padded sharp teeth to my
tender nip! A white-hot mix pain and
pleasure shoots out over my chest. I
whimper and moan as she gently lifts up,
and shakes the nipple-attached clip. I
yelp again as Mrs. Anderson attaches the
next clip to my other nipple! I moan and
shake as she takes a short metal chain out
of her bag, and attaches it between each
end of the nipple clips. The effect is
that the chain forces my breasts together
slightly! I close my eyes and pull on my
bound arms, fully experiencing the
strange, sharp throbbing sensations where
her clips bite lewdly into me. The
sensation emanating from my chest feels
like a ceaseless, intense tweaking of my
nipples!
Mrs. Anderson leans up. She moves to
the bottom of the bed and gets between my
legs, pushing them wide open. I'm
breathing rapidly as I look at the older
woman, with her attached 'strap-on',
perched between my open legs. She massages
and strokes my inner thigh with her warm
fingers.
"Mmm, Kristina, my sweet little
Kristina. Don't you look like the most
perfect little love-slave, with your arms
bound and your poor little tender nips all
swollen and clamped up. I'll bet every man
and woman at your barbecue downstairs
would just love to come up here and fuck
your sweet brains out. Hmm, it's an
interesting thought, isn't it. But don't
worry I wouldn't let them, I want to be
only one who has access to your nice
little pussy-hole."
"Oh!" What a thing to say! Just for a
second the image of fucking every man and
woman at the family barbecue flashes
through my mind, making my poor pussy even
wetter.
Mrs. Anderson moves over me. Her
knees push again my open thighs. The dildo
gently rests between my legs. She's on all
four, directly over me now. Her hands are
on the bed, near of my shoulders,
supporting her upper body. She lowers her
face to mine and we kiss wildly. The older
woman breaks our kissing and reaches down
to the strap-on. I shudder slightly as
Mrs. Anderson positions the dildo's head
against my quim.
I close my eyes and whimper in pure
delight as the older woman slowly, slowly
lowers her hips down towards me, causing
the dildo's wide head to cleave open my
pussy lips. The dong enters into me. I
hear a wet, sliding-smacking sound and
feel the long dong deliciously moving up
and into me. I moan and gurgle with
pleasure. This is so wild, what me and
Mrs. Anderson are doing, fucking up in my
bedroom, while the family barbecue
continues right outside my window! I pull
at my bound wrists and tilt my hips upward
to better accept Mrs. Anderson's plastic
violator into my body. A hot, glorious
feeling of fullness wells out from between
my legs as she finishes burying every inch
of the dong inside me. I'm now completely
impaled and whimpering under the older
woman!
"Hmm, Kristina, that easily slipped
right into your hot little box, you little
tramp. You just love being fucked and
having your pussy completely filled-up.
Don't you, you little girlie-fuck-slut."
"Ooooh," I groan in disappointment as
Mrs. Anderson withdraws the dong from me.
"Ready for more, sweetie?" The older
woman teasingly asks, smiling down at me.
"Oh God, yes, yes. Please! Please
Mrs. Anderson, please fuck me, fill me up,
fill me up completely." I groan and
babble, swamped with lusty need.
"All right then sweetie, here it
comes."
I whimper in pure ecstasy as the
older woman slowly plunges the phallus
inside me again. Using her hips, she
slowly pushes in, and then pulls the dong
out. She does this repeatedly. I murmur
and groan in pleasure, moving my hips up
and down each time I'm penetrated by the
dildo. I strain and pull on my bound
wrists, moaning, as I instinctively lift
my knees up and wrap my legs around Mrs.
Anderson's bobbing waist, capturing the
older woman's warm body between my legs.
"That's it baby, I'm all yours," my
lover coos down at me. "Ah, your such a
sweet little twat, you feel so fucking
good. All right girl, I'll gonna really
start to fucking you now. I'm going to
fuck you for all your sweet little pussy
is worth."
"Aah, Oh!" I gurgle and squeal in
sheer joy as Mrs. Anderson begins to
vigorously pump the dildo in and out of me
with powerful up and down movements of her
hips. My hips respond in kind, rising to
meet her powerful downward thrusting. It's
all I can do to keep my legs locked around
her bucking hips. Oh! It feels so fucking
good! I buck. I twist. I groan out loud
every time I'm penetrated by her wickedly
long dong.
Mrs. Anderson is an energetic woman.
She endlessly pumps into me. I'm delirious
and going out of my mind with ecstasy.
Every once in a while I gasp as new joyous
sensation course through my body as the
older woman changes her angle of attack.
She pumps into me from the top of my
pussy, then from the right side, the left,
the bottom, then around again, and again,
and again. I twist and squirm against the
thrusting older woman on top of me.
I close my eyes and emit little
whelping sounds as my orgasm fast
approaches. Mrs. Anderson must sense this,
because she picks up her thrusting pace.
With one hand steadying her on the bed,
her other hand takes hold of the short
chain she attached to the nipple clips
between my breasts. As she continues her
ceaseless pumping penetration into my now
very sopping, wet pussy, she slowly pulls
up on the chain. I'm suddenly reminded of
the sharp teeth of the clamps biting into
my nipples. She firmly pulls my breasts
upward. Looking down over my body I see an
amazing sight; Mrs. Anderson's womanly
form arching over me, my nipples being
pulled up by the chained clamps, further
down the slick phallus rides in and out,
in and out between my legs.
"Aaaaaaaaaarrrh!" I cry out, sobbing
and whimpering uncontrollably as I wiggle,
twist and moan under the older woman. My
back arches and I pull hard on my bound
arms. I gush, I spasms around the dong
uncontrollably. Lightening hot flashes of
heavenly rapture well up from between my
legs and course across my clamped chest.
Mrs. Anderson presses down and fully molds
her body to me. She's hot and sticky, her
breasts feel great as they mash into mine.
She wickedly bites and sucks under my
neck. I'm fully penetrated by the dong as
her hips shake and gyrate in tiny frantic
movements. She cries out and holds me
tight, her hips press down into me and
became still for a moment. Maintaining
this position we hold on to each for a
while, suspended in time. The sounds of
birds chirping in the late afternoon sun
and noise from the party outside suddenly
return to fill my bedroom.
She lifts her head and looks down at
me smiling. I shyly smile back and we
kiss. My lips wetly play across hers. She
breaks the kiss. I groan as she pulls the
dildo out of my pussy and rolls off of me.
I wince as she unclips the metal clamps
from my nipples.
"Oh! Oh! Mrs. Anderson!" I moan out
loud as she holds my torso and sucks up
and down on my tender nips.
"All right, baby, all right," I sigh
as she leans up. "I think my favorite
girl-toy has had enough for today."
She undoes my wrist bindings and
quickly gets dressed, stuffing her 'toys'
back into her handbag.
"Honey, I better get back to the
picnic. You should probably give it a few
minutes and then come down yourself."
"I..umm." I mumble in a post-orgasmic
daze, racing to get my thoughts together
as Mrs. Anderson heads for my bedroom
door. "W-will we, um, um, you know, umm,
get together again?"
"Yes sweetie, of course, as often as
you like."
"Yes, yes, lets, ummm, I would like
it very often!"
"Good, honey, so do I." Mrs. Anderson
goes through the door. I hear her heels
clacking down the hallway.
PART 3/END