The Sexual Biography of Brooke

The Sexual Biography of Brooke - Chapter 06

By Tappy and Brooke

The rest of the weekend Aunt Mischell, oops, Mistress Mischell tutored me in the fine art of pleasing a woman. I thought with all my experiences with Carleen, Betty, Myra, Sandee, Julie and Natasha I already knew what I was doing, but I was wrong. My friends were certainly going to enjoy the change in my abilities the next time we were together. My new mistress was serious about not allowing me to climax until I earned it. In fact she didn't let me cum again since the first time I fucked myself on top of her dresser. It was maddening. Because of her injury she could not physically take charge of me so she relied on her voice and my compliance. Every time my lusts were too out of control she would have me hold an ice cube on my clit until I would calm down. Needless to say I hated doing this and it did teach me to try and hold my emotions in check. She also had me paddle myself. I had to stare into her eyes as she ordered me to whack my ass with a ping pong paddle. She told me that I could decide how hard to hit myself, but she wanted to know how much pain I could take before she decided whether she was going to keep me as her slave. Keep me? I thought I'd already accepted that fate.

I lost track of how many orgasms I gave her that weekend. We spent hours with her lounging in bed with me on my hands and knees between her thighs. She told me stories of how my mother would spend hours in this same position with my dad fucking her from behind. My mistress finally allowed me to fuck myself with her dildo while I ate her to simulate what my mother had felt. She continued to warn me not to cum. I struggled with that command and at one point I had to stop, stand up and walk to the dresser to retrieve another ice cube and calm my overheated clit.

I continued to beg to be allowed to cum but she refused. By the time she sent me back to school I was desperate. I told her I would not be able to control myself and was going to fuck the first boy, or girl for that matter, I could get my hands on. She warned me that failure to obey her orders would be grounds for serious punishment and that if I couldn't control my urges she'd have no need for me. She also told me to be at her house at 9pm prompt next Friday and that if she got her doctor's OK, she would fuck me properly. I could tell there was no arguing with her. I was stewing in my own juices during the drive back to campus. I didn't know how I could resist touching myself or fucking somebody for a whole week.

Back in my dorm room I encountered my first challenge. My mousy roommate had apparently enjoyed her time alone in the room and was lying on her bed studying wearing just a pink cammy and some tiny panties. I got a wonderful view of her tight little butt when I came through the door. Great, I thought. Why did she pick today to give me a thrill? I put away the clothes I had brought to my aunt's house in my tiny closet. I wasn't sure, but I thought my toy box was in a slightly different position than when I left. I was never going to make it through this week.

Alice asked how my aunt was doing. I had to lie to her about what happened although I did say I'd be visiting her again next week. I made a mental note to take a closer observation about how I left my toy box so I could tell if she was sneaking into it while I was gone.

Sunday night I didn't sleep well. My pre-bedtime orgasm was greatly missed. It seemed like all the girls on my floor had started dressing more provocatively too so I was constantly reminded of what I was missing. This was especially true of Tia. I was definitely forming a crush on her. I tossed and turned all night. Monday and Tuesday were a little better because I could focus on my classes and studying. By Wednesday, however, the lust in my heart was becoming unbearable. All I could think of was it was hump day and I needed somebody to fuck. Certainly Aunt Mischell wouldn't find out. How could she know?

I sat at my desk trying to study, but my pussy was making it difficult. The fact that Alice was primping for a date didn't help. I had to watch as she got dressed and did her make-up in anticipation of a fun filled evening. I wanted nothing more than to head down to the bathroom or go pick up a guy at the gym or at a bar. I was squeezing my thighs together trying to control myself, although in reality I was only successful at driving my lusts higher. Finally it was time for Alice to leave. It was just after 8 and I figured I had 3 hours at least to control my urges before bedtime. I managed to make it about 15 minutes.

No, I didn't just run across the hall and beg Tina to fuck me. I wanted to and I gave it very serious consideration. No I didn't just open the window and call out to the nearest guy to come service me. I thought about that too. I did the right thing. I called my mistress. She mocked me, of course, for lacking proper control of my pussy, but she also praised me for calling her before I could fail. Then she gave me the bad news. Her back was still giving her problems and her doctor now was insisting on traction. She wouldn't be able to fuck me this weekend. I was crestfallen. She still required me to be at her house, but it was for more training not partying.

I begged for permission to go fuck somebody or at least make myself cum. My mistress' initial response was no, but my whining and promises to pleasure her any way she wanted this weekend wore her down. However, my orgasm would definitely be on her terms.

The first step was to open a video chat with her and my webcam. The thought of her recording our session and sending the proof of my evil ways around the world terrified me. But as usual, my pussy was ruling my life and even the thought of everyone on campus seeing me at that moment would not change the fact that I craved satisfaction and needed to cum. Mistress Mischell promised the video was just for her which made me feel a little better. Then she added, "Well and maybe your mom should see it." That caused me to pause for at least 5 seconds. But by that point my lusts could not be held back any longer.

For the next hour my mistress had me tease myself into a higher plane of passion than I thought possible. She had me sit in front of my desk with my legs resting on the corners and my pussy spread wide open for her Internet transmitted gaze. She had me confess my lusts and desires for her, my roommate, the frat boy and our dorm neighbors. She had me pull more ice out of the freezer section of our tiny dorm frig and ice my nipples. She didn't tell me to do so, but I iced my clit too. There was no way I could keep from cumming if I had not chilled the fire down below.

After an hour of that she had me once again paddle my own ass. She had me confess that I was a "hot pussied slut" and that I had an "out of control cunt." I hated using the 'C' word. I still do. But that was her order and I did it. After my ass was burning up, she had me put binder clips on my nipples and then my earlobes. Finally she had me turn one of my vibrators on low, slide it into my dripping pussy and then sit back in my desk chair with my hands trapped under my ass so I couldn't touch myself.

I couldn't see her. She didn't see fit to share a video feed back to me. All I could do was stare at the camera and imagine what was happening at the other end. I didn't even know if she was alone. For all I knew, my mother was between her legs at that very minute and my dad was fucking her. Finally two hours after we began, I got my reward and a glorious orgasm. Of course it wasn't as simple as her giving me the command to fuck myself with the tormenting vibrator in my pussy. Nope, we couldn't do that. I had to move my laptop so the camera would see Alice's bed. I then had to get my biggest vibrator, a blindfold and a pair of her soiled panties from her hamper.

This is how I was finally allowed to cum. I was naked, blindfold and sniffing my roommate's panties while I knelt doggie style on her bed and fucked myself from behind. My mistress still had me hold out as long as I could until I was dripping with desire and moaning uncontrollably. The last vision through my mind before I exploded was my innocent roommate walking through the door and finding me this way. She would be innocent no more. I also hoped she had an extra set of clean bedding because this set was going to smell like pussy.

By the time I finished coming, Mistress Mischell had closed the link between our computers. I lay on Alice's bed trying to recover. If she came through the door at that moment, she'd never have understood. Fortunately I was able to recover enough to put away my toys and wander down to the shower. I fingered myself again in the shower. I didn't have permission, but I didn't care. I was more alive than I ever felt. By the time I returned Alice was back in the room. I'd straightened her bed and tossed her panties back in the hamper, but I had not changed her bedding. If she recognized the smell of womanly pleasure she didn't tell me, but all night I dreamed of marking my territory with my animal scent. Well that and introducing my mistress to my roommate.

Thursday went by smoothly, although my hornies were starting to return. At least my lust was manageable and thinking about seeing Aunt Mischell again the next day kept my hand out of my pants and my mouth out of some guy's crotch. I told Alice I would be visiting my aunt again Friday and Saturday and left after my classes were done. Friday night, after greeting her as ordered on my knees and kissing her feet, was spent in pussy eating training as my mistress called it. She didn't punish me; she just kept me eating her pussy until she couldn't cum any more. Once again I was on fire. I needed to get off, but she wouldn't let me. She was showing me in no uncertain terms who was in charge and I loved her for it. I knew I could end this game any time I wanted to, but I didn't want to do that. I wanted to learn other more exciting lessons from my aunt.

Saturday morning she had me dress up as her maid. I wore a skimpy little costume. It was made out of cheap plastic and I felt cheap in it. At least she could have sprung for a better made outfit to humiliate me in. Aunt Mischell was more mobile as her back injury was healing well, but she was still under strict orders not to strain herself and to continue to lie down as often as possible. What this meant to me was as I was working around the house giving it the kind of cleaning you would expect when you get your car detailed, my mistress was staying in bed resting. Resting and masturbating. She had a high pitched bell and whenever the mood struck her, which was often, she would ring the bell. That started a 20 second countdown for me to plaster my face into her oozing pussy. When I was cleaning upstairs, that was plenty of time. From the main floor, it was a challenge to sprint up the stairs in my high heels. Failure to appear in time was a punishable offense I was warned. Fortunately I made it back each time, although once I did take a full 19 seconds as I had to hustle from the far end of the main floor back to the bedroom.

I repeatedly begged for my own sexual release. Aunt Mischell told me I had been pleasing her and would receive her pleasure before the afternoon was through. Of course since the definition of afternoon was somewhat vague, I figured I had between 15 minutes and 5 hours of denial yet to go. Still it was something to look forward to, which my pussy was actively doing. The cheap plastic maid's outfit I was wearing also had cheap plastic panties with it. The heat and moisture from my pussy had it sticking like glue to my sensitive bits. My nipples were also rubbing on the inside of the top and my mind was focused on the only thing that mattered right then... sex and the next ring of the bell.

Finally the entire house from the upstairs bedrooms and bathrooms to the main floor living areas and den to the unfinished lower basement was clean. I was exhausted, horny and sprinting back upstairs like a Pavlovian dog responding to my aunt's bell. Like in the famous experiment, I was salivating at the thought of putting my mouth back to work, although I doubt Dr. Pavlov's dogs had a leaky pussy. I was surprised to find my aunt out of bed when I reached the bedroom. I was also pleased to see that she was holding one of her strap-ons. I thought she would deprive me of that pleasure this weekend, but seeing her hold her weapon of pussy destruction make my knees weak.

She was also holding a cell phone which she promptly used to take a picture of me after I was told to pose slutty. I watched as she clicked a quick message and then hit send. I had no idea where the picture of me in the tiny, trashy costume went. Aunt Mischell then led me to the guest bedroom, her playroom she called it, and had me pick out the type of restraints I wanted to wear and the type of paddle I wanted used on my ass for not making it upstairs in less than 20 seconds. I protested than I made it each time, but my mistress informed me that I didn't even bother to show up twice. I began to protest again when it hit me. She was talking about when I was cleaning the basement. Obviously I had been set up. Well if it wasn't this excuse I'm sure she would find another one to give me a paddling. I picked my poison and we headed downstairs to the living room.

Once there she had me peel off the plastic panties. It felt so good to be free of the worthless garment. My mistress then had me spread my pussy lips for another picture showing how juicy and inviting my arousal had become. Again she sent the message off to the world. She then had me attach a three foot spreader bar between my ankles and clipped my wrists behind my back with the aid of two leather cuffs. I heard the buzz of an incoming text message on Mischell's phone and saw her smile.

"I have a surprise gift for you, Brooke," she began. "I have a neighbor lady who is going through a bit of a tough time. I sent her your picture and she wants to meet you. She'll be here momentarily. I expect you to treat her with the upmost respect like you treat me."

Upmost respect, I thought. I suppose than mean bowing down to kiss her feet. Before I could give it much though, the doorbell rang. Mischell pointed to the door and I hopped over to answer it. The task was greatly complicated by the spreader bar. I basically had to jump to move forward and then had to spin around to grab the knob with my cuffed hands. Could this simple task be any more difficult? Finally after turning the knob, I had to hop twice to get out of the way of the door and then contort myself to face our guest. It turns out she was a young woman not many years older than myself. She was thin with curly hair and dark eyes. She had small breasts, about a B cup and it looked like she wasn't wearing a bra based on the hard nipples poking against her shirt. I paused slightly after looking at her. Nobody had said a word. I looked to Aunt Mischell for guidance and she nodded. I immediately dropped to my knees and then tried in vain to balance myself without my hands so I could kiss her left foot. I could sense the woman staring at me from above. Apparently having a nearly naked co-ed bound at your feet wasn't her normal scene.

"You we're not kidding Mischell. She really is your slave," the woman said.

"Of course I wasn't kidding, Leah. With my guidance you too can have someone groveling at your feet ready to serve you," my aunt responded.

After I was done introducing myself to Leah's feet, I rolled over and with some effort stood up. Leah was watching me with great interest the entire time. Although nothing had been said, I was sure I would soon be pleasuring this alluring stranger. Mistress Mischell was the first to speak.

"Brooke, this is Leah. Leah this is Slave Brooke."

I would have shaken her hand if my hands were not occupied behind my back.

"It's nice to meet you Leah," I forced passed my lips.

"It is nice to meet you Brooke," she said. "I've heard a lot about you."

"Leah, why don't you strip down, sit next to me and we'll get started," my aunt said.

I didn't have to do much detective work to figure out what "get started" meant. At least a change of pussy would be nice for my tongue. Once Lean was naked and sitting on the couch next to my mistress, I crawled between her legs. She was already wet, no surprise there, and was very sweet tasting. She must have washed recently in anticipation of my service. My mistress began to fill me in on her story.

"Leah lives next door. She's only been married for six months, but that is ending. It turns out the poor thing has a highly advanced sex drive."

I heard Leah giggle. "You mean I'm a nymphomaniac."

"Leah has a very healthy sex drive," Auntie Mischell continued. As such she had certain needs which were not being fulfilled by her husband and was forced to take steps to rectify the situation."

I wondered why my mistress just didn't come out and say she cheated on him.

"As you can imagine, her husband didn't take to kindly to finding out, especially to finding out that she'd developed an affection for pussy. I take the blame for that. She came to me crying for advice and I took advantage of her."

"I'm not crying over spilled milk. He's a jerk and I'm better off without him," Leah countered.

"Be that as it may, her divorce is going to leave her broke. Apparently having a needy pussy doesn't count for much in a court in this state so he's getting off light in the settlement. I told her the best remedy for an unfulfilled pussy is to get yourself a slave willing to do anything you want."

I wondered if my aunt was speaking about me. Was she trading me to Leah?

"Of course she didn't believe me that people would willingly submit to someone and provide for their needs. That is where you come in."

Here it comes. I'm the player to be named later.

"I told Leah I'd train her to be a good dominant and you're going to help. This will also help with your submissive training. By the time her divorce is final and she has to move, we're going to find her a sugar daddy or maybe a sugar mommy who will be willing to support her financially as well as sexually."

"That sounds like a wonderful plan mistress," I replied. I tried to sound genuine although I wasn't too thrilled with the idea.

For the rest of the afternoon and late into the night, my mistress taught class on how to be a good submissive to me and a good dominant to Leah. Finally I received the good fucking Aunt Mischell had promised me as Leah pounded me up the ass while I ate out my mistress. Leah spanked my ass while she pummeled it and I screamed in joy into Mischell's juicy slit. Mischell casually told Leah that my dad fucked my mom the same way on many occasions and that I got my need for submission from her. Leah seemed to be taking everything in stride. That day she joyfully spanked me, learned ways to tightly bind me, learned how to punish my tits and nipples, learned how to tease me until I begged her to let me cum and even peed a little into my mouth when I was eating her. The first time it happened I was shocked and she apologized. The second time she giggled and I knew it was on purpose. She didn't apologize that time. She was learning her lessons quickly and knew a dominant doesn't make excuses to her slave.

But all good things have to come to an end. Leah finally let me cum. It was an explosive orgasm which had been building all afternoon. She seemed very pleased with herself. Mischell offered that denying a slave an orgasm makes them very compliant and in the end the climax is better. Lean nodded in understanding while I pictured myself teasing her and not letter her cum. If she is the nympho she claims, and nothing I'd seen contradicted that assessment, I could have a lot of fun making her squirm.

Mischell had me tidy up the rooms we have played in before she chained me to the guest bed for the night. I slept well even though I couldn't move. Morning found my Aunt Mischell sitting on my face to wake me up. I struggled as she smothered me rubbing her pussy all over my face while I tried to catch a breath whenever I could. When she finally rocked forward on her knees I figured she was going to let me pleasure her, but instead, she let go a thick stream of urine. While Lean had dribbled a couple of time, Mischell sprayed me like a sprinkler. As soon as I realized what she was doing I shut my eyes and mouth tight, but that didn't lessen the feelings of disgust I felt as her spray blasted against my face and ran down my neck and shoulders. It definitely wasn't a turn on.

After she was done she rubbed her butt across my face once again. I was thankful she had not ordered me to lick her pussy at that moment. Instead she got up without saying a word and walked out of the room. I was left to lie covered in her pee as I heard her turn on the shower. About 15 minutes later she returned and unlocked my bindings.

"Go ahead and grab a shower. You can then start the laundry and make breakfast."

The rest of the morning was sex free. Aunt Mischell, at my urging, told me more about my mom's submissive past and Leah's dominant future. At noon she sent me back to college. Again she told me not to masturbate or fuck anybody.  I definitely felt I had learned a lot this weekend but I still didn't see how I would make it through an entire week without sex. As it turned out, I didn't have to.

As I was walking back to the dorm after my last class on Wednesday, a car pulled up next to me. I was surprised to see Auntie Mischell behind the wheel. She parked, got out and gave me a big hug.

"I see your back is doing better," I commented.

"Yes it is. Are you ready for the fucking I promised you?" she replied.

I didn't appreciate that she asked that question in public without as much as a whisper. I don't know if any of the nearby students heard her, but I blushed.

"Why don't you drive us around campus and show me the school?" Mischell asked, although I knew it wasn't really a question.

So that is how I found myself driving my aunt around campus. But true to her being herself, it wasn't just a drive. She was doing her best to both shock and arouse me. The first thing she did was pull her fat breasts out of her white blouse. She leaned up against the door looking at me as she cupped her breasts and toyed with her nipples. I couldn't see her eyes as they were hidden behind her dark wraparound sunglasses but I'm sure they were as piercing to my soul as ever. My aunt made no effort to hide what she was doing. Although her back was angled to the window, I knew many of the pedestrians we passed got a clear view. She had told me she used her breasts to seduce men and now I knew she was using them to seduce me. I wanted nothing more than to bury my face in her boob flesh and get lost. I knew she could tell I was getting hot and bothered by her display. She then upped the ante by pulling up her skirt and flashing me her panty less pussy. I almost drove off the road. I knew people outside the car couldn't see that, but I could. I had to fight to keep from watching as she began to frig her pussy. She kept taunting me about how she missed my tongue and how she hoped my roommate wouldn't be home so she could fuck me. I was on fire. Alice was usually studying in the afternoon and I prayed she would be doing that at the library today. If she was in the dorm room I was going to have to find someplace else for our rendezvous.

My mistress was kind enough to put her boobs away by the time we reached my dorm's parking lot. She grabbed a bag from the trunk of her car and we headed inside. As we passed a parade of young female flesh on the way to my room, my aunt proclaimed that she should visit more often. She said this was a prime hunting ground and perhaps she should train me in the art of seducing straight girls to a deviant lifestyle. I have to admit that sounded better than the slave training she had been giving me. I thought she was going to start drooling when we bumped into Tia as she was coming out of the bathroom. My Aunt Mischell really turned on the charm as I introduced her and I started to get a little jealous. I wanted into Tia pants and I could see that my aunt had the same desire.

I was hoping my aunt wasn't Tia's type. She was older and less in shape than I pictured Tia's partners to be, but I also knew my aunt was very persuasive. I was relieved when Tia said she had to get to a class and left. Now hopefully Alice wasn't in the room and we'd be in business. Of course, that would have been too easy. Alice was home and was studying. I introduced her to my aunt who I'd been helping the last couple of weekends. After some idle chit chat, Mischell got down to business.

"Alice, if you don't mind, can you go out for about half an hour or 40 minutes?"

"What?"

"I'm not good at beating around the bush. Brooke has spent the last two weekends eating my pussy and I promised her a good hard fuck as soon as my back allowed and that's why I'm here. I'm feeling good and I owe her a sound pounding. I don't mind if you stay to watch," my aunt continued while unzipping the bag and pulling out a thick black strap-on. "But Brooke told me you're pretty innocent so if you want to leave that is cool too."

Alice didn't say a word. She slammed her book shut and tossed it into her book bag. With a huff, she was out of the room.

"Aunt Mischell, I wish you had not said that," I told her. She held out her arm and pointed down while sliding her foot forward. I'd almost forgotten rule number on.

I repeated myself after I paid homage to her foot. I told her I had to live with Alice and that I was planning on seducing her if she had not just ruined my chances. Aunt Mischell told me not to worry as she could have Alice licking my pussy any time I wanted.

"Strip for your fucking. I need to get home to meet Leah."

Strip I did. I then helped attach her strap-on to a harness around her hips and then as directed I lay back on Alice's bed. My mistress had promised me a good fucking and that is exactly what she gave me. Over and over she drove me to the edge of release only to slow down and bring me back from the brink of orgasm. I could hear the giggles and laughs of the girls on my floor as they stood around the door listening to me beg for my Mistress' cock. If I had more of my senses working right then I would have been worried about how I was affecting my reputation in the dorm. But at that moment the only thing that mattered was Mistress' cock pounding in and out of my dripping pussy and her bouncing breasts slapping into my face.

The crowd in the hallway continued to grow as I begged over and over for her to allow me to cum. Although I couldn't see them, Tia and Marcy were in their room standing behind the group. Tia was busy squeezing Marcy's ass possessively. Aunt Mischell repositioned me on my knees with my ass high in the air. My face was buried into Alice’s pillow as she continued to pummel me. Finally when I felt I was almost to the point of passing out, Aunt Mischell told me to cum. I howled in pleasure and heard a cheer from outside the door.

I felt my aunt stop. I was unable to move. I was worn out and still quivering in climax. I sensed she was hooking the dildo from the harness. I wondered what was coming next. The dildo was still lodged deep in my pussy as my aunt told me to be back at her house Friday night. I didn't answer. She knew I'd be there. I heard the door open as she walked out. There was an audible gasp as the crowd saw my upturned ass still penetrated by the dildo. I heard somebody say, "What a slut," but I didn't recognize who ventured that opinion.

I rolled off the bed and struggled to the door and shut it. I collapsed naked on my bed. I didn't know how I was going to explain this to Alice let alone the girls on the floor. I quickly fell asleep awakening about 2 hours later when Alice returned. I tried to talk to her about what happened but she didn't want to hear it. She told me my personal life was just that and she didn't want to know any of the details. I agreed, but secretly I was disappointed that my opportunity to get in her pants was lost.

Of course that didn't mean my pussy was going to be neglected. Over the next month I visited Mistress Mischell every weekend. The story was always the same. I'd strip naked for her on my arrival and spend the weekend serving her and her friends. She taught me more ways to please a woman and although I had to earn them, my own orgasms were plentiful. She would always find an excuse to punish me and my body began to crave the touch of her crop or the slap of her palm. During the week I would struggle not to masturbate except when she directed me to do it in the library or on Alice's pillow. Surprisingly nobody ever mentioned our performance a few weeks ago, although I could tell most of the girls were avoiding me.

One week Aunt Mischell told me she was going on vacation. She and Leah were taking a cruise to celebrate Leah's divorce. As a result, I was on my own to 2 weekends. Mistress Mischell said I'd earned a little freedom so I should have fun. I would have preferred to go on the cruise with them. My dreams that night were of being confined to a little interior stateroom where I was forced to service anybody my mistress found onboard for me. I'd never have to leave the room as I'd have a bathroom and room service. I masturbated in my bed thinking about how relaxing a "vacation" like that would be. I didn't care that Alice could hear me. I fingered myself to a juicy and satisfying climax.

Thursday I tried to decide where to get a new partner for the weekend. There were always parties with plenty of potential mates. But the campus was easy pickings. But since I had not seen Carleen or Myra in months, I decided to call both. I got Myra's voicemail, but Betty, Carleen's mom picked up their house phone. I had not thought of the sexual rave she had invited me too or how surprised I was at how much of a slut she was since I'd been seeing my aunt. But when she said there was another party that Friday, I got wet. I asked if it was another rave and she said no.

"This party is a bit different. I love serving the girls, but this one is about the moms," she said.

"How so?" I asked.

"One of the other women who were at the rave is hosting. There will be maybe 8-10 women about my age. They have to have a teenage daughter. That is the requirement. Instead of us serving the girls like at the rave, at this party, the girls will serve the moms. Do you want to come?"

I had been hoping for a weekend of "freedom" but the thought of having a group of women to serve was exciting. "Of course I'd like to come," I told her. She said I should expect a full weekend as the girls usually went home with one of the moms for more fun on Saturday. It was sounding more and more like a weekend with Mistress Mischell. That night I had to masturbate again. In the morning I told Alice I was going to a party that night and not to expect me back. I invited her to join me, but she declined. I can't say that I was surprised.

Betty had told me not to bother dressing up and the hostess would have clothes for me. I just wore a sweatshirt and jeans as I drove over to Betty and Carleen's place. I didn't bother with underwear or to bring night clothes. As usual, my pussy was wet. I was surprised that Betty was dressed very formally when she swung back the door. I figured she'd be dressed in her slutty club clothes. She told me not to worry and we headed out to her friend Christina's house. Betty explained the group got together about once a month at somebody's house. They would compete for the services of one of the young girls. I would be expected to follow directions much like the "hens" do at the rave parties. I asked her what hen meant in this context. She told me that they joking call themselves “mother hens” because they disliked the term “cougars” although that was probably more accurate. So when they were hosting it is a “hen party” and when the girls have a rave, well, that’s just a rave. We arrived at a large house set on at least 5 acres. Christina was definitely well off. I was warmly welcomed to the party and the host, a 40ish blonde dressed equally as eloquently as Betty, led me to the guest bedroom to change.

I was dressed in a black cocktail dress not unlike the ones Sam had bought for me. Although it showed off my assets effectively, I wouldn't say I was overexposed. I was perfectly comfortable. Apparently this event was going to be a more elegant and restrained party than the rave. She told me to wait until I was called and left the room. I was on pins and needles with anticipation. The door opened and I thought it was time. Instead a young redhead entered again escorted by Christina. The redhead was dressed in an outfit matching me, although she didn't fill it out as well. Christina said we were waiting for one more girl and then the party would start.

The redhead and I made small talk, but it was obvious she was as nervous as I was. Finally the door opened again and I was surprised to see somebody I knew. Natasha, one of the girls I'd had sex with at the rave, walked in. The dressing ritual repeated itself and Christina said we were waiting for two more of the women and then we'd get started. Natasha and I talked. This wasn't the first time she'd attended. She said her mom was one of the "hen club" members. I jokingly asked if her mom ever picked her? She smirked and said no. "We've both had sex in the same room, but not together. Ick."

The door finally opened again and Christina beckoned us to follow her. The party was starting...