LYNNE: CHAPTER 22. ONE LAST NIGHT ALONE.
Kenneth dropped me off at my house, what used to be my house. They'd left one of
my old dresses and my handbag in the van and I'd changed on the trip home; but
it didn't feel like home anymore as I unlocked the door and walked inside. It
was the home I'd shared with my husband for 4 years; but it wasn't my home
anymore. My home now is the Mistress's house; my bed is in a cage in a room
where the slaves are kept.
Lynne put the pen down and looked out the Laundry window. It was raining and
getting dark outside. She'd spent most of the day writing in her diary. She
lost track of time whenever she relived what had happened to her through what
she wrote in her diary. But she liked doing it. It helped her to understand a
little better what was happening to her. She knew she'd never fully understand,
but reliving everything in her diary helped her to accept it; accept what she
had become. She thought that was why they had her write in the diary from the
start.
Lynne curled up on the laundry floor where she had been told to wait and drifted
off to sleep, the thoughts of what had happened to her over the past three weeks
and what the future held for her filled her thoughts and her dreams.
She awoke suddenly with her husband and someone else standing over her. " Wake
up slut." Her husband said as he nudged her with his foot.
" You're back......." She said startled but still not fully awake. The other man
with her husband was John, an old friend of her husband's and their Lawyer. They
wanted to see her like this. They'd talked about seeing Lynne like this for
years. John had bet Lynne's husband that it would never happen; Lynne had too
much class; she just wasn't the submissive type; even if she was she'd never get
into all this. John had always liked Lynne, he liked her even more now.
" My shoes are dirty, do you have something I can wipe them on?" John asked
smiling down at Lynne.
" You're looking at her." Lynne's husband replied. The two men wiped their wet
shoes on her and went into the house. Lynne looked in the mirror at the grass
and mud streaks that ran down the cheeks of her arse and her thighs. Now she was
just a door mat; something to wipe your dirty shoes on. Lynne's husband had won
the bet.
A short while later Lynne's husband returned and told her to go and clean
herself up, they had things to do. Lynne spent a long time in the shower
scrubbing herself clean of any remnants of what Ross and his mates from the pub
had deposited on and in her body.
She'd cleaned her teeth several times and was gargling with a peppermint mouth
wash when her husband walked in. There was a long silence as he stared at Lynne.
The woman who had been his wife for 4 years, but would soon no longer be his
wife.
He gave her some instructions and left, his face had been expressionless the
whole time and Lynne wasn't sure what was in store for her.
She dressed as she was instructed to, all the while hoping more than expecting
that she would get to spend one last night with the man she fell in love with
and married.
Lynne stared at herself in the mirror and saw what looked like the other Lynne
staring back. Her hair, still wet, was tied in a Pony Tail with a red Scrunchy.
She wore a pretty knee length floral dress that gave no opportunity for anyone
to catch a glimpse of her cotton panties with the yellow Daisies on them. The
very modest neckline gave no hint of cleavage or of the plain white bra that
supported her breasts.
" Plain." That's how Lynne thought she looked. Just another very plain, very
ordinary little suburban housewife. Lynne didn't like the way she looked; she
wanted to look like the slut she knew she was. She wanted to look like the sort
of woman who anybody could have; who anybody could use; she wanted to look like
the little Slave Girl she so desperately wanted to be.
She walked out into the dining room where John was sitting at the table alone.
He stood up as she entered the room, and kissed her on the cheek as he always
did. He greeted her warmly and spoke to her as if he hadn't seen her curled up
naked on the floor in the laundry earlier; as if he hadn't used her as a doormat
to wipe his dirty shoes on.
They sat together and chatted for a while, as they had done in the past. The
conversation was trivial, the sort of small talk that so many people waste so
much time engaged in.
" You've been a busy girl Lynne." John said with a mischievous smile on his
face. Lynne couldn't help but smile back.
" That's one way of putting it."
" Now." John said in a suddenly serious tone. " It's incumbent on me as your
Lawyer, and your friend, to make it clear to you what the consequences will be
if you follow through with this particular course of action."
John was meticulous in explaining the documents she would have to sign and the
consequences signing them would have on her life. The Divorce would leave her
with nothing. She'd be signing away her share of everything to her husband.
She'd have to walk out of her Ex-husband's house naked if he chose not to lend
her something to wear.
The cold reality of the word "divorce" stung her at first, but she'd known it
was coming. She loved her husband; but she needed to do this; and she had a
feeling her husband would remain a big part of her life; she didn't know why or
how; she just knew somehow he would.
Lynne signed the divorce papers, which her husband had already signed and then
John went through a number of other documents. Waivers, and disclaimers should
anything "happen" to her in her new life. John then went through yet more
Documents which set up a "Trust Fund" for her in her Maiden name. Half of any
income she generated while an employee of The Society would be deposited into
her account.
" Income I generate...." Lynne said to herself. " You mean the money I make
working as a whore or making porno movies or being sold at Auction or whatever
else it is they make me do......" She signed all the documents without a
moments hesitation.
" Now." John said still in Solicitor mode, still very serious about making sure
Lynne understood what she was doing. " Before I have these documents ratified,
you have to be sure, I mean 100% sure that you want to do this. Think about it
Lynne, think about what it is you're agreeing to. This isn't a game Lynne."
She wanted this, more than she'd ever wanted anything in her life. She needed
it; it was more than an obsession. Nothing else mattered anymore.
" John. I don't know why I feel the way I do, I've given up trying to analyse
all this; but it is what I want, no doubts, no regrets. I've never been so sure
about anything in my life. The past three weeks have been the most incredible
time of my life. I've experienced things I'd never imagined and I want to
experience more of it. It's like.......I've found where I belong. I've found a
life that makes me truly happy; how many people can say that John?"
" You've only had a taste of that lifestyle Lynne." John replied rather curtly.
" This is committing yourself to that lifestyle completely. You won't have this
house or your husband to come back to; you've got no family of your own; and
your husbands family and everyone you think is your friend now will wash their
hands of you. You won't have any safety net Lynne."
" And that just makes it more real John, more exciting. It just makes me want to
do this even more."
" What if the woman you want to give yourself to decides not to take you?"
" Then I'll find someone who will."
" And if you can't ?"
" Then I'll work the streets of the Cross as a cheap whore. I'll get myself a
pimp who'll treat me like dirt, treat me like the dirty little slut that I am.
I can't go back to the way things were John."
The tone of her voice and the expression on her face left John in no doubt about
how strongly Lynne felt about this. Initially John had insisted that one of The
Society's psychologists talk to Lynne; but he knew that wouldn't be necessary
now.
John went over the details of how The Society operated, and the few rights she
would have as a slave. Lynne knew most of what he told her already from talking
to Monica and the other women who had given themselves as slaves.
The only new things she learnt was that she had the right to refuse to be
permanently marked in any way. If her owner wanted to tattoo her or brand her to
mark their ownership of her they would need her consent; apart from that the
only 'right' she had was to be kept alive.
John then explained about the code phrase, Lynne knew nothing of this until now.
If she didn't want to do something her owner wanted her to do; or she couldn't
bear the pain of a whipping or some other torture of some kind then she could
use the "Code Phrase."
But once the code phrase was stated, and confirmed by being repeated, there
would be no turning back, no second chances. She would be classed as a failure.
As soon as she'd confirmed the code phrase by stating it a second time, her life
as one of The Society's slaves would be over.
She'd be given a short time to shower and change into clothes from her previous
life. One outfit from her previous life would be put aside for her in case of
just such an event. She'd be given her trust account details, EFTPOS cards and
credit cards linked to her trust account, and it would be over, she 'd be
literally thrown out on the street.
All the members of The Society would be immediately notified of the failure who
was now roaming the streets looking for some where to go. No member of The
Society would ever take her as a slave again.
" You'd end up like Lexy." John said coldly. " Selling yourself on the street
for small change. You'd regret ever getting involved with this for the rest of
your life. If you could call living like Lexy a life."
" My only regret John, is not finding out about myself sooner. I want to do this
John; I have to...........I'd rather live like Lexy than go back to the way
things were before."
" OK Lynne." John said smiling. " I'll approve your registration with the
Society and file these documents at Chambers on Monday. There's a 10 day cooling
off period written into all of the documents you signed. They're sending you
away for a while for obvious reasons. Here's my card, you can call me anytime if
you change your mind, or have any second thoughts; any doubts at all."
The negotiations and counselling were over. Lynne and John chatted for a while.
"Stand up" John said in a voice that was suddenly very different: a voice that
sent a shiver of excitement running through Lynne's body. She slowly eased
herself out of the chair and stood in front of him and watched his eyes roaming
over her pretty floral dress.
" Lift your dress up." Lynne's face began to flush in anticipation. This is how
she wanted to be spoken to; this is how she wanted to be treated. She stood
there holding her dress up while John stared at the damp patch that was
spreading quickly across the crotch of her cotton panties with the little yellow
daisy's on them.
" Take your panties off." She quickly reached down and stepped out of her
panties and waited to be told what to do next.
" Are they wet Lynne? Did you make a wet patch on the crotch of your panties?"
" Yes." She said, her voice shaking. " My dirty little cunt is always wet, it's
always leaving little wet patches on the crotch of my panties."
" Lick them clean." Lynne lifted her panties to her mouth and hungrily sucked
and licked her juices from the crotch.
" Do you like licking your panties clean Lynne ?"
" Yes." Lynne panted as her tongue lapped at the crotch of her panties.
" I like licking anybody's panties clean."
" Hold them between your teeth and lift your dress up. I want to see your cunt
Lynne." Lynne moaned softly when he said it. She'd never heard John speak like
that before. With her panties dangling from her mouth Lynne slowly lifted her
dress to show John what he wanted to see. She moved her feet apart and lent back
slightly so John could get a good view. The shaved mound of flesh between her
legs glistened with her juices and her clit was swollen and poked out from
between her lips.
" You've got big cunt lips Lynne, your husband always said you had big cunt
lips, and he wasn't exaggerating. Pull them apart so I can see inside you."
Lynne's lips were wet and slippery but she pulled them apart as far as she
could, opening herself up for him. John just sat there looking at her and inside
her for a long time.
" What sort of noises do you make when you cum Lynne?" John's question caught
her by surprise at first but she was soon able to describe the sounds she made
when she came..
" I'm a noisy bitch when I cum. I moan and pant like a bitch on heat before I
cum. But I'm a real screamer when I cum. I squeal and grunt and swear.....Would
you like to hear me cum? I'd love to cum for you..."
" She squeals like a pig when she cums." Lynne's husband said as he entered the
room and looked at his wife standing there holding herself open for their
friend. The two men talked about her for a while; about her cunt lips, her clit;
about the noises she made when she came; about how her husband knew what a slut
she was when he married her. Lynne savoured every word, her lips so slippery now
that she had trouble holding them apart.
She assumed, and hoped, that John would fuck her before he left, it seemed that
everybody else had; but her husband had something else in mind; something
special.
It took Lynne a while to dress the way they wanted her. She was a little
surprised that her wedding dress still fitted as well as it did. It was a
beautiful white dress, with lots of lace and a short trail. She did the best she
could to do her hair and make up to match the Wedding photo her husband had
given her. Then she put her wedding and engagement rings on for what she knew
would be the last time.
When she was finished she looked at herself in the mirror, and then at the photo
of their wedding day. Memories flooded back of the day she married the man she
loved and planned to spend the rest of her life with.
The images of that day were still in her mind as she walked out into the
loungeroom and looked at the faces staring back at her from around the room.
Three men she knew she'd seen somewhere before were sitting on the couch or
leaning against walls. They were all rough unattractive men; unshaven; wearing
old jeans and blue singlets. One of them covered in tattoo's of various types;
all of them smelling of sweat and beer and cigarettes.
Her pulse quickened as her husband told her to stand in the middle of the room.
She caught a glimpse of John standing behind the bar looking at her, then looked
nervously at the faces of the other men. She knew she'd seen them before, she
just didn't know where.
Lynne stood there for what seemed to her a very long time. No one said anything
and the silence made Lynne even more uncomfortable. She just had to stand there
in her Wedding Dress while the men looked her up and down.
Her mind was racing almost as quickly as her pulse. Who were they..? She knew
she'd seen them before but where...? What were they going to do with her.....?
But most of all Lynne's mind was filled with thoughts of how they were going to
defile her in her Wedding dress. The most important symbol of a day that had
been so special; a day that had meant so much to her; a day that still filled
her mind and heart with memories and feelings she thought would stay with her
forever.
" The Beautiful Bride." One of the men said mockingly as he moved towards her.
" The Beautiful Bride in her Beautiful wedding dress."
She was so happy the day she married the man she loved. So pure of heart; so
innocent looking in her virginal white dress. She felt like a Princess that day;
she felt very different now.
" You don't remember them, do you Lynne?" Her husband said coldly as he sat on
the couch.
" No Master I don't."
" Master !" One of the men said mockingly. " What the fuck...." The three of
them exchanged confused looks, but each had a sickening smirk on their faces as
well.
" You were fair dinkum about this slut." The man sitting next to Lynne's husband
said in disbelief. " Master !......What the fuck is that ?"
"What sort of fucking queer bitch is this fat arsed mole anyway...." The one
leaning against the wall said.
" She's whatever you want her to be." John said from behind the bar in the
corner. " Had new tyres put on your car lately Lynne........."
Lynne's head spun towards John. She remembered them now. It happened about six
months ago. Lynne had gone to a Tyre Centre in Miranda to pick up her car which
she'd left there to have a set of new tyres fitted.
It was late one Thursday afternoon, a bit after 4.00pm when the taxi dropped her
off. It was a stinking hot day, well over 40 Celcius; and when she couldn't find
anybody in the office she wandered into the workshop. That's where she first met
the three men. They were sitting around on drums and old tyres in their dirty
blue overalls, drinking beer; reading Porno magazines; and swearing a lot. Her
car was up on the hoist behind them.
" Excuse me...." She had said nervously. The way the three men had looked at
Lynne had aroused her in a way that surprised her. She looked good in her tight
jeans and low cut top, she'd thought so when she'd dressed that morning, and the
three men obviously liked what they saw.
" What can we do for you sweetheart?" The one with the tattoo's said.
" What did you have in mind?" Lynne said teasingly. The three men looked at each
other. It wouldn't be the first time they'd fucked some hot and horny little
housewife on a blanket out the back in a store room. And they all thought Lynne
looked like the slutty type that they took out the back.
" There's lots of things we could do for you sweetheart." One of them said as
they each imagined their turn on the blanket with the slut in the low cut top.
" Really." Lynne said smiling, enjoying teasing the three men. It was so easy to
get men going Lynne thought to herself. So easy to let them think they were "
in."
" Here, have a drink with us sweetheart." Another of them said offering her a
can of VB.
" No thank you. Just get my car for me." Lynne said with a very different tone
to her voice. The teasing was over.
" We're just trying to be friendly little lady." The one with the tattoo's
said. " Why don't you be friendly too. We could all have a real good time if you
were friendly little lady."
" I doubt if any woman could have a good time with any of you." Lynne had said
laughing at them.
" You fucking little bitch."
" Is everything alright in here?" A voice had said from behind her.
" Yeah, sure Mr Osborne. Everything's fine." The one with the Tattoo's had said
as his boss walked into the workshop. Lynne had not agreed with his assessment
that everything was fine. She spent the next half an hour in the Managers
office, complaining about the behaviour of the three men and demanding that
something be done about it.
There were times while Lynne was ranting on that Mr Osbourne had wanted to throw
her across his desk and fuck her himself. She had slut written all over her.
What did the stupid bitch expect walking around with her tits hanging out like
that? She was asking for it; but he'd spent 20 years building up the business
and he wasn't going to have it ruined by this stupid slut.
Lynne got her tyres for free, the three men lost their jobs and hadn't worked
since. Her husband had seemed surprisingly disinterested in the whole thing when
she'd told him about it that night; she'd over-reacted.
Within a few weeks of it happening Lynne had forgotten all about it, and about
the three men who had lost their jobs because of her. But she remembered them
now.
" Nice dress bitch." The one with the tattoo's said as he pulled out a pocket
knife. Lynne's throat and mouth went dry and her body trembled as she watched
the man slowly open up the knife exposing the shiny blade. The other men moved
towards her, they were all talking about the slut in the fancy Wedding Dress,
the slut that had cost them their jobs.
Lynne glanced down at her husband, her eyes pleading for him to help her; he
smiled at her. She gasped as she felt the knife slide down the top of her
wedding dress. The sound of the knife slicing her wedding dress open filled the
room and Lynne couldn't stop herself from screaming. She screamed again when she
felt the back of one of the men's hand across her face and told her to " Shut
the fuck up" That was the last time she screamed.
After that she just stood there as the men ripped her Beautiful Wedding Dress
off her till she was standing there in just her white bra, panties garter and
stockings.
She didn't make a sound as the men grabbed her hand and roughly pulled off her
wedding and engagement rings and discussed how much they'd get for them.
She watched in silence as the tip of the blade snaked it's way over her stomach
and up under her bra where it was joined between her breasts. The knife cut the
bra open in one quick smooth action and hands quickly ripped it off her.
Things seemed to happen very quickly after that. They cut and ripped her
panties off her and bent her over the couch ready to take it in turns to fuck
her. Her face was only a few inches away from her husband who sat on the couch
and watched seemly disinterested as the three men argued about who would fuck
the bitch first.
" You can't fuck her." Lynne's husband said casually.
" What do you mean we can't fuck her?" The one with the tattoo's said angrily. "
You said...."
" I know what I said." Lynne's husband interrupted. " And I never said you could
fuck her. Tell them why I won't let them fuck you Lynne." He said looking into
his wife's eyes, their faces only a few feet apart as she stood there bent over
the end of the couch.
" Because I'll enjoy it if they fuck me, and you don't want me to enjoy it."
He smiled at his wife, she was beginning to understand.
" But a cheap slut like you had no right to treat these men the way you did that
day in the workshop, did you Lynne?"
" No Master, I'm sorry."
" Don't tell me, tell them." Lynne stood up and slowly turned around to face the
three men standing behind her. She was naked except for her white stockings and
garter and her white high heeled shoes.
" I'm sorry. I'm just a slut and I had no right to behave like that. I'd like to
make it up to you." Lynne's voice shook from the thrill of humiliating herself
like this. The three men just looked at her, they'd never met a woman like Lynne
before." Can I suck them off please Master. Can I show them how sorry I am by
sucking them off ?"
" No. We haven't got time. You can only suck one of them off. You blokes will
have to decide which one of you gets the head job, but hurry up."
Lynne watched as the three men argued among themselves about who would get to
stick their cock in her mouth; who would get to cum in her mouth; but they
couldn't agree, and none of them would back down. The argument was becoming
very heated when Lynne's husband interrupted them.
" Alright. She'll do the three of you. Lynne you've got till 8.00 o'clock to get
the three of them off." He said looking at his watch. " If you don't do it
before then, I'll inform the woman you want as your Mistress that you have
failed me again." Lynne quickly looked around the room, but there were no
clocks; none of the men had wrist watches on either; she had no idea how long
she had to get the three of them off; but she understood what the consequences
would be if she didn't get them off in time.
She quickly knelt at the feet of the man closest to her and pulled down his
shorts and underpants. " Shit !" She said to herself when she saw that he was
soft. She grabbed his cock and shoved it in her mouth and started sucking on it
and running her tongue all over it. As his cock began to swell in her mouth she
licked his balls while she jerked him off with her hand, then put it back in her
mouth again.
" Fuck ! What a slut !" Was all the man with his cock in Lynne's mouth could
say. " Where the fuck did you find her ?" The man with the tattoo's said as he
watched Lynne on her knees sucking on his mates cock like her life depended on
it. Like someone was holding a gun to her head.
They'd all fucked sluts before, and paid whores to suck them off, but they'd
never seen a woman anything like Lynne before.
" There's a lot more women like Lynne around than you realise dickhead." Lynne's
husband thought to himself as he watched the mans cock fill his wife's mouth
with cum. Lynne quickly swallowed it and licked up what had spilled out of her
mouth and moved to the next one.
He was already hard from watching her suck off his mate and Lynne quickly
devoured his cock, her head bobbing up and down as she tried to get him off as
quickly as she could. The man grabbed her by the hair and held her head while he
fucked her mouth. He was rough with her, it hurt the way he pulled on her hair,
but Lynne didn't care as long as it meant he'd cum quicker. He started sliding
his cock in and out of her mouth slowly. " Fuck !" Lynne swore to herself. He
wanted to take his time; he wanted to make it last and enjoy it. There was
nothing she could do about it. She couldn't move, It felt like he was pulling
her hair out as it was. He'd fuck her mouth as quickly or as slowly as he wanted
to and there was nothing she could do about it.
He seemed to take forever to cum, and even after he'd cum and she'd swallowed it
all, he still wouldn't let go. He wanted to feel his cock grow soft in her
mouth. Lynne had no choice, she didn't have any idea how much time she had left,
so she bit his cock.
" You fucking bitch !" The man screamed as the pain ran through his body. He
pushed her head away and struck her hard across the face with the back of his
hand. She fell backwards, blood trickling from the corner of her mouth which had
already began to swell. Her husband smiled as he watched the man hit her, and
saw her lying on the floor stunned from the blow.
She quickly crawled across the floor to the man with the tattoo's. He pulled
away. " Don't you fucking bite me bitch." I wont' I promise." He backed away
again. Lynne was one wild fucking slut and he wasn't sure anymore if he wanted
his cock in this queer bitches mouth.
" I promise." Lynne said pleading with him. " Please, let me suck your cock, let
me taste your cum...." The man wrapped his huge hand around her face and dragged
her towards him, his eyes staring into hers. " I'll break your pretty little
nose if you bite me you fucking queer bitch."
" I won't bite you, I promise." Lynne said as she reached up to pull his shorts
down; but he didn't want her to do it with him standing up. He pushed her away
and sat on the couch a few feet away from her husband; more time wasted.
Lynne crawled over and soon had his shorts down and his cock in her mouth. His
cock was soft, and huge. As it began to grow in her mouth she realised she
wouldn't be able to fit it in her mouth properly when he was hard. She'd have to
lick it as she jerked him off and hope she could get him to cum like that; but
he came almost as soon as he was hard; his cum squirting all over her hair and
face, dripping down onto her tits.
When he was finished, he pushed her away. " She's fucking feral." The one she'd
bitten said as she landed heavily on the floor. Lynne wasn't interested in what
they thought of her, she was only interested in what time it was. She looked up
at her husband who was looking at his watch as he took it off. He threw it on
the floor in front of her. He'd given her until 8.00 o'clock to get the three of
them off. Lynne picked up the watch and looked at the little black
numbers:6.50." You had plenty of time left." John said from behind the bar where
he'd watched everything she'd done. She'd forgotten he was there.
" Do you still want to fuck her John?" Lynne heard her husband say. She watched
John move slowly towards her and stand over her. She was lying on what was left
of her Wedding Dress; her face and hair covered in cum; her mouth bleeding and
swollen from where the man had hit her. Their eye's met as John stood over her.
" No." He said with a hint of disgust in his voice. " I don't want to fuck
that."
An hour later Lynne had showered and cleaned herself up again and was sitting on
the lounge with Debbie trying to get her drunk and horny so her husband could
fuck her. Debbie was Ross's wife and Lynne's husband had said Lynne would help
him bed her, she didn't realise when he said it that he meant it.
Lynne had put a lot of makeup on to try and hide the bruise and swelling from
where the man had hit her. But Debbie had still noticed and asked what had
happened. Lynne suspected that Ross had hit Debbie in the past and didn't want
her thinking that her husband had hit her. She told Debbie an elaborate story
about how Rommell the big Rottweiller had jumped up and knocked her over. It was
pretty lame, but Debbie seemed to believe it; she wasn't particularly bright.
Even now Lynne didn't find Debbie particularly attractive; and didn't really
understand why her husband wanted to fuck her. Debbie is slim with long mousy
brown hair and an annoying voice. But Lynne liked her far more than the pig of a
man she was married to, the pig of a man who had fucked her for hours the night
before.
Lynne's husband had given her some pills to slip into Debbie's drink. " Don't
worry." He had said. " They'll just help loosen her up, just like the ones I put
in your drink at the party a few weeks ago."
Lynne's husband wanted to fuck Debbie and Lynne had to seduce her for him, get
her ready for him. She wasn't going to disappoint him. She kept refilling
Debbie's glass, slipped the pills into her drinks, and steered the conversation
to sex. As she suspected Debbie was a very frustrated woman. The wine and pills
had done their job and Debbie was very open about how lousy her sex life with
Ross was. Lynne saw the opportunity and grabbed it.
" Have you got a vibrator Deb ?" Debbie blushed and giggled. " No."
" Sounds like you need a vibrator." Lynne said as she took Debbie by the hand
and led her into the bedroom. Debbie giggled again as she lay on the bed looking
at the black vibrator with the gold tip purring away in Lynne's hand.
" I couldn't....." Debbie said unconvincingly giggling again. But she went
suddenly quiet as she watched Lynne lift up the front of her red dress and rub
the vibrator over her damp panties.
" It feels so good Debbie." Lynne panted. " Right there, right on my clit."
Lynne saw the look in Debbie's eyes as she watched her using the vibrator. " Oh
god yes right there....You have to try it." Lynne said suddenly as she sat on
the bed.
" I can't." Debbie said nervously as Lynne passed her the vibrator.
" Why ?" Lynne asked with a mischievous smile on her face.
" Alright, I guess I can." Debbie said as she held it in her hand, feeling the
force of the vibrations and wondering what it would feel like between her legs.
Debbie hesitated for a second and then pulled her skirt up and ran the tip of
the vibrator over her panties. " Oh shit !" She cried out as it brushed over her
clitoris.
Before Debbie knew what was happening she was lying on the bed, naked from the
waist down with Lynne running the vibrator teasingly over her swollen lips and
clit. Lynne could have made Debbie cum at any time but she kept her simmering
until her husband appeared in the doorway.
" And what are you two naughty little girls up to." Lynne's husband asked.
Debbie almost came when she saw him.
" Debbie hasn't used a vibrator before." Lynne said as she ran the gold tip over
Debbie's wet and swollen clit again. Debbie moaned loudly and asked Lynne to
stop but did nothing to stop her. " But what she really needs is a good fuck, do
you think you could help her out?"
Lynne's husband and Debbie were soon entwined in a heated embrace, his cock deep
inside her, their mouths locked together as they fucked wildly. Lynne to left
the room and closed the door behind her as she had been told to do.
She sat on the lounge and listened to the sounds of their bodies slapping
together. She heard Debbie cum, then heard her husband cum, and a little while
later she heard them doing it again. " It should have been me in there." Lynne
said softly to herself. She wasn't jealous, just envious. She had hoped to have
one last night alone with her husband, but he preferred to spend it fucking
Debbie.
There were some Penthouse magazines on the coffee table she'd put there for
Debbie to see, and Lynne started browsing through one of them as she listened
to her husband and Debbie fucking.
She flicked through the pages of naked women, they looked different now. She
liked the way they looked now. She turned to a page with a picture of a young 22
year old woman with Strawberry blonde hair. The caption said her name was
Simone.
The picture had Simone sitting on a teachers desk with a black board behind her.
The slutty schoolgirl. Lynne thought back to all those nights in bed
masturbating as she thought about different boys she liked. Then she remembered
how often her teenage masturbation fantasy's had ended up being about one of her
teachers, Miss Stone.
Lynne flicked through the pictures of Simone. She stared at her firm tits, her
small schoolgirl nipples. Then she turned to the centrefold. Simone was lying on
the teachers desk naked, her legs wide open, showing her neatly trimmed pussy.
Lynne ran her finger down the page sliding over Simone's pussy.
Lynne reached into the top of her low cut dress and rubbed her stiff nipples.
She pulled her dress up and reached between her legs and stroked herself. She
could feel the dampness on her panties. She could feel how wet she was. She
could feel how her juices made her lips stick together.
The noises her husband and Debbie were making as they fucked again grew louder
and more passionate. Her husband had told Lynne she could masturbate while she
listened to him fucking Debbie.
Lynne lent back and slid a hand down the top of her panties and rubbed her
swollen clit. She could feel it getting bigger as she rubbed it harder. She
lied back on the lounge with the photo of Simone beside her and the sounds of
Debbie and her husband fucking all around her. She looked down at Simone, at her
tits, her pussy the smile on her pretty young face.
Lynne came like that, with her hand down her panties. Her orgasm hit her
suddenly and faded just as quickly . It was the most disappointing, unfulfilling
orgasm she'd ever had.
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