Wax fever

It was almost six weeks since this girl had walked through my door, offering her
completed slave contract to me with her tiny hand, eager to embark on what she must
have thought would be an exciting sexual adventure.

I watched her now as she lay sleeping on the concrete floor of her cell in the cellar.
One of two, it was more of a cage than a cell, measuring only six feet square, its two ends
barred, ands its sides made of heavy stone.

The dim light in the gloomy cellar glinted gently against the bars, picking out the patch of
white concrete in one corner of her prison, the place where her food was tipped at
mealtimes, the area licked clean, presume ably in an attempt to please me.

She had begun to look unnaturally comfortable on the hard, cold stone floor. I had
watched her for the first few days, twisting and turning against the unyielding surface,
scraping her shoulders and hips mercilessly.

Gradually, the power of sleep had got the better of her discomfort, and exhausted by the
liberal beatings she had received, she'd slept soundly, only occasionally waking to survey
her surroundings with horrified disbelief, as if she was convinced that they must be part
of particularly bad dream she was having.

Her eyes half open, she would gaze at the steel ring in the ceiling that had been the site of
so much unbelievable agony, tears pricking her eyes, trying to rationalise her new reality.
Shivering and white with cold she would fall back into her doze, her hips occasionally
jerking forward, as she re-lived the horror of the whippings she had received in her
dreams.

Now she presented an altogether different picture, curled up in what looked like a
comfortable ball. Her hands placed palm to palm, on under her head, a half smile playing
across her lips.

Her spine and buttocks created a perfect arc, her knees drawn tight up into her body,
forcing her labia from between her milky thighs, smooth and hairless, the glint of the
padlock that passed through the stem of her clitoris glittering ominously behind.

She truly was beautiful, I reflected, shivering slightly at my inactivity, wondering how on
earth she managed to sleep so soundly in the chill.

She wore no make-up, her soft brown hair falling delicately across her cheek, her pouting
lips slightly parted revealing perfect white teeth behind.

There was no hidden agenda, no body shaping underwear, no string or strapping, nothing
to deceive the eye of the beholder, by twisting her body into unnaturally pronounced
positions. She owned no clothes, no high heels to shape her calves and force her to walk
with her hips thrust out. She had no mini skirts, designed to titillate the voyeur with a hint
of what might lay beneath. She had no figure hugging, chest lifting, breast moulding tops.
She had no 'attitude', no image to uphold, no annoying habits or platforms of moral high
ground.

She had no affiliation with any clique, no misplaced loyalties

She was exactly as you found her, a vision of truth, with no other tools of seduction than
those which her maker had given her, no means of deceiving the onlooker, those
attributes on display at all times, for inspection by all.

The only onlooker to date had been Chris and I, and Chris didn't count, as she had been
fulfilling a professional capacity.

I had decided to at once test her obedience and also share my prize with some friends.
Of course, I hadn't made my slave aware of this; the last thing I wanted was to give her
time to mentally prepare herself for what was about to befall her. The element of surprise
was everything in these situations.

It intrigued me to know just how far she would debase herself in order to obey.
The memory of the lash was strong, that much was obvious.

The merest hint of the switch was enough to send a fleeting glance of horror fleeting
across her face, her hands involuntarily reaching for the soft skin of her buttocks, feeling
the tiny, almost invisible lines some of her more severe punishments had left.

I also knew that her desire to please her Master was stronger still, a desire that had
originally been born through the pain of refusal, but had now become an integral part of
her subconscious. She did not now know why she obeyed, it seemed to her a natural thing
to do. She could not know that her brain had forced her to adopt this attitude, as an
instinctive barrier against receiving more earth-shattering bolts of pain through its
overloaded nerve endings.

The brain was indeed a complex thing, but incredibly easy to manipulate when using
pain as a tutor.

As I watched, she stirred from her sleep; her long lashes fluttering as she struggled to
open her eyes.

She opened like a flower, her long slender limbs stretching languorously as she shrugged
off the stiffness of sleep, her perfectly smooth pubic mound and pert, full breasts coming
tantalisingly into view.


In an instant she realised she was being watched. It took a further second for her half
asleep brain to register her watcher's identity, before she scrambled to her feet, bereft of
all modesty, standing to attention in her tiny cage, her eyes trained on the floor in a
gesture of servility.

I smiled as I unlocked her cell door, stooping to unlock the padlock between her thighs,
before threading through the short chain I was carrying and relocking it.

I insisted on these demonstrations of obedience. Not only did it do the slave good to,
adhere to a strict set of rules, but it also pleased me, the subservient actions re-enforcing
my position as outright owner of my property.

I began to lead her up the stairs to the bathroom above, somewhat spitefully yanking on
the chain as I did so, relishing in the gasp it brought from the slave behind me. It must
have been an eternal temptation for her to grasp the chain with her free hands, allowing a
little slack to fall and so take the tugging, insistent pressure from her sex. Of course she
never did, knowing full well the punishment that would befall her for such a
transgression.

Never did do I feel in more of a position of control than when I am leading a slave in this
way. There is something utterly undignified and debasing to a slave, when being led
around by the most delicate part of their anatomy.

I also knew, that the presence of the padlock, as well as being symbolic, stimulated her
intensely, the swing of the padlock grazing her labia and the weight of the thin chain
gently but insistently pulling at her clitoris could excite her with incredible speed, the two
flights of stairs to the bathroom on the first floor were often enough to bring her to the
point of orgasm.

Only to the point, of course. I had not allowed her the pleasure of sexual release since her
arrival, although I enjoyed that privilege whenever it suited me, empting my hot seed in
to her mouth with no regard for her own unsatiated needs.
I was are of course, that there was a possibility she had reached orgasm during sleep, but
his had occurred without her knowledge and constituted a physical release, the
psychological tension still inexistence the following morning. It was not the lack of
orgasm that frustrated her; it was the lack of the privilege to be allowed to stimulate
herself.


Waiting for her to finish on the toilet, I turned on the shower and stood back to admire
her as she washed, an operation, which I found highly erotic.

She would unconsciously pay special attention to her pink, swollen labia, rubbing the
soapy lather dreamily into her sex before struggling to her senses and hurriedly picking
up the safety razor.

I could feel my self-becoming hard beneath my trousers as she searched the folds of skin
between her legs for stray hairs, and I quickly turned my thoughts to other matters. There
would be time enough for that later.

Debbie had been brought up to believe that sex in all its forms could only be justified
between, a man and a woman, and then within the sacrosanct confines of marriage.
It was partially this strict upbringing that had brought her to me. A part of her sexual
unconscious, stifled by the restrictions her parents had placed upon it, had struggled to
break free, desperate to experience all the things her body craved for.

It was this craving that had led her to explore her submissive side, her need to feel
controlled, and had ultimately led her to sign the slave contract relinquishing her entire
being and its fate to me.

Of course she could not have imagined just how painful his process could have been, or
common sense would have led her to tear up the contract instantly. I had forced this submissive streak out of her, pulling and twisting it to my own ends,
until it had taken over every other part of her consciousness, and she had no other choice
but to obey.

And so it was the following morning that I awoke late, yawned lazily and swung my legs out of bed and onto the plush carpet of my bedroom. Brushing my teeth in the en-suite bathroom I contemplated my days work ahead, the further training of my new slave.
Years of anticipation seemed to have allowed me to slip in to the role of a Master with great ease, and rather than allowing myself to become over excited about things, I realized that I must keep calm and focused if I was to have any success in creating a perfect slave.

After a leisurely breakfast accompanied by several cups of coffee, I dressed and made my way down into the cellar, shivering at the cold blast of air that greeted me upon opening the intervening door and feeling glad I was wearing a thick pullover.

In the cell to the left, huddled in a protective ball lay my slave, shivering from cold and anticipation.

She looked up as she heard me approach, and sat half upright, instinctively crossing her thighs to hide her hairless sex, and cradling her breasts in her free arm, in a futile attempt to protect her modesty. How soon the memories of her last lesson had faded.

She eyed me cautiously, forgetting completely her instruction never to look her Master directly in the eye, but I let this go. I made a mental note of the transgression though; it would be dealt with later.

“Sleep well?” I inquired, somewhat sarcastically.

Her eyes finally dropped at this comment

“No, I couldn’t” she muttered in return.

Again I made a note of her sullen tone and her reluctance to answer with enthusiasm.
“Stand up” I ordered.
She hesitated. I could hazard a guess that she had probably spent most of the night analysing her current position and agonizing over the moral dilemma her forced obedience had created.

It was not in her nature to stand to attention, naked, at the sole request of a man who had yesterday inflicted more pain upon her person than she had ever dreamed possible.
Nevertheless she began to stand, her body stiff and aching from her night on the concrete floor of her cell, her progress hampered by the fact that she was still trying to protect her modesty as she struggled to rise.

“Put your hands on your head and turn around, slowly!” I commanded.

Again the hesitation. Despite the fact that every part of her body had been scrutinized the day before, she insisted on trying to maintain an air of modesty.

“Now!” I barked.

Reluctantly, her shoulders dropping in temporary defeat, she linked her fingers on the top of her head, involuntarily pulling her pert breasts up and out, and began to shuffle round, her face reddening with renewed embarrassment.

With satisfaction, I noted yesterdays weals standing in criss-cross white lines across her rump, and a particularly angry looking slash across her breasts, perfectly dissecting her right nipple.
“So do you feel ready to carry on with your training?” I asked, reasonably

“I…” her voice tailed off, unsure as to what to say that wouldn’t enrage me.

I waited patiently

“I… Its just…you mustn’t use the whip on me, I don’t…I cant”
her voice broke into a sob as she recalled her lesson of the previous day.

“ Answer me this,” I asked, leaning closer to the bars of her cage

“If I allowed you to go now, would you leave?”

She caught her breath, astounded at what she had heard.

“Would you let me?” she asked, hardly daring to suggest it

“That’s academic” I replied,

“I repeat, would you leave?”

“ Yes!! I mean, where would I go? I don’t know” she burst into about of fresh sobbing

Sighing I unlocked the cage door, she looked at me warily as I guided her firmly to the centre of the floor and deftly cuffed her two wrists together in one fluid movement.

“Oh no…” she began, trying to pull away from me, her eyes wide and panic stricken

“You can’t….” she spat through gritted teeth, trying in earnest now to break free from my grasp.

It was not difficult to raise her flailing arms above her head and cuff them to the ceiling ring.

Despite her obvious entrapment, she continued to writhe, hoping against hope that the chain between her cuffs would snap, or that the lock would fail. She was un-rewarded.

Not bothering to cuff her ankles this time, as I warily viewed her kicking, protesting legs, I walked over to my selection of tools, this time choosing a long thin switch

I balanced it delicately in the palm of my hand, feeling its weight before addressing my captive.

“We don’t seem to be learning very fast, do we” I intoned, facetiously

In truth, I was not surprised. I had expected this reaction. It was far too optimistic to expect a subject to submit herself to you after the first beating, however severe. It was basic human instinct to make at least a token gesture of defiance, even in the face of overwhelming odds and this was it. I also knew, with almost certainty, that I would be easily able to defeat this latest show of impudence during today’s instruction.

I waited patiently for her futile writhing to finish, her head hung limp, the sudden surge of adrenalin she had felt, combined with her ordeal of the previous twelve hours had taken the fight from her.

“Somewhere in you, deep down, there is a need to be dominated.” I began simply.

“From where this need originates, we cannot know, I can only tell you that you are not on your own, and a great many people share your desire, either to be dominated or to dominate.”

I paused to gather my thoughts. I had her full attention; even her sobbing had subsided to a whimper.

“ For most people, these needs will go unrecognised, undeveloped, and they will never have the opportunity to experience what their heart is telling them is right.
For some people, being tied to the bed with a silk scarf by a gentle lover is enough to satiate their curiosity. I, on the other hand, am personally supervising the development of your particular needs.

Its true, I've always had an interest in the world of domination.
The thought that it could be possible to re-train someone to live entirely dependant on your instruction, without any capacity to use independent thought is one that I find fascinating.
To own another human being's existence is surely an idea that has inspired some of the world's greatest dictators, as human life is more valuable than any other known commodity.
Of course, along with anything else I've ever done in my life, it had to be done to the greatest extreme possible, or it just wasn't worth doing.
All this said, I didn't ever make a conscious decision become a Master, it's just something that that curiosity and lust finally led me to.
My ex-wife will vouch for my enthusiasm in this quarter. Whilst we were still together I converted our loft into a crude dungeon, and inspired by sites on the internet (an incredible inspiration), I built hoists, whips from old belts and sawn off broom handles, cages from shopping trolleys and various other devices of captivity for us to experiment with.
In those early days, it was I who was the submissive, and my other half would enthusiastically strap me spread-eagled to the rafters, caning my bare behind thoroughly before descending through the loft hatch to watch television in the comfort of the lounge.
The juxtaposition of me in such deprivation and her in such comfort gave us both an immense thrill, and although at first she would pop her head through the loft hatch with worried frequency, after a while she would leave me chained in the loft for hours at a time, relishing in my discomfort.
On some occasions she would go out, leaving me wondering how long I was to be left in my uncomfortable bondage, shivering slightly from the cold.
Sometimes she would tease me by saying that she was going to fetch her friends to see me in my humiliating position, and on more than one occasion threatened to bring a man back to the house and force me to listen to their wild love making in the room below.
These comments excited me immensely, although at this stage I'm not sure how the reality of this would have affected our relationship outside of the loft.
These were all just idle threats however, and all-important parts of the fantasy.

Eventually these sessions began to happen with less frequency, as we grew apart.
I began to realize that the only reason I had accepted the lifestyle we had begun to lead was for research purposes. I wanted to know the levels of pain produced by whips, crops and the like. I wanted to know how it felt to be left in a completely dark, cold cell for hours perhaps days on end. I needed to know how tight bonds or cuffs needed to be to prevent escape. And most importantly, the effect that this treatment could potentially have on the mind of the hapless subject.

I didn't know whether or not I would ever get to use the information I was gleaning from the experience, but I felt it was important to know anyhow. As I think I said, when I do something I take it to its highest level, and the usual practice of lashing your other half to the bedstead with a dressing gown cord and slapping them with a rolled up woman's weekly just wasn't enough to satisfying my thirst for knowledge.

Essentially, I wanted to know if I could make the slave/master lifestyle a REALITY.
I mean, I know that a lot of people claim to have 'lifestyle' relationships, but if you untie your wife at six o clock so that you can both pop over to Tesco's to do the shopping it hardly seems fair to claim that you are living the fantasy to its fullest potential.
In most circumstances, it would seem that the shopping trip to Tesco's is the Reality of their existence, while the light bondage sessions in the bedroom when the kids are asleep is the fantasy.
I wanted to see if it was possible to turn this round, and see if it was possible to, get a female subject to accept the bondage as the reality.

I continued to use our loft space, but by now I had converted it into an office to enable me to work from home.
In between typing invoices, I began twisting the thread of my experience into a novel and before long I found with great surprise that I had written 70,000 words.
I still have a hard copy of 'The Training of Lorraine', and although I never made any attempt to publish it, it allowed me to explore the realms of my fantasies (for that that's they were at that stage) on paper.

That was that for several years. I continued to work hard, separated from my wife, and bought my own house on the outskirts of town, a detached property that was in desperate need of maintenance. I paid a pittance for it when you take into account that in addition to the two floors visible from the road, it also had an unusually large cellar that extended beyond the walls of the house and under the main road. What it was used for originally I can only guess at, but as you can imagine, my thoughts ran riot every time I went down there.


It was during the renovation of my house that I rekindled an old friendship with Debbie, the sister of an ex-girlfriend of mine. Before we lost touch we had a habit of getting blind drunk together and flirting outrageously.
We never took it any further than that, however, in fact I knew a couple of her ex-boyfriends quite well
I far as I knew Debbie had perfectly normal sexual desires. She had mentioned sleeping with two men as one of her fantasies, but never anything more extraordinary than that.
It took me by surprise then, when one day at my house, in my newly refurbished living room, she spotted a paperback novel with female domination as its theme and asked to borrow it.
A little surprised, I asked if she was into that sort of thing. She explained that although she had never experienced any bondage first hand, it was something that excited her and she wanted to know more.
She was a quick learner and an even faster reader, and before long she had exhausted my supply of literature, consuming books at the rate of one per day.
Safe in the knowledge that she was a fellow enthusiast, I began to tell her of my own experiences, and the hope that one-day I might find somebody willing to let me carry out my plans, and so create the perfect slave.

As I finished explaining I could see that I had shocked her somewhat, and she left in more of a hurry than usually, claiming that she had a headache.
I resigned myself to the fact that I had obviously said too much, and would apologize to her the next time we met. We had both had quite a lot to drink, and it wouldn't be a problem for me to blame the drink for my ramblings.

Several days later, she turned up at my door. Although it was quite late, I ushered her into the living room and poured her a glass of wine before taking seat opposite her.
I was about to apologize for my eccentric comments a few nights previous, when it became apparent that she also was waiting to get something off her chest. I kept quiet, waiting for her to begin.
She explained that she had indeed been shocked by the turn of our conversation on that night, but not entirely put off. Although she had previously assumed that the literature in my bookcase was there for light reading only, my comments had made her realize the depth of my interest in this field.
She began to ask questions, and as I answered as honestly as I felt I could, the atmosphere between us became easier again. The books she had borrowed had only served to whet her appetite, she explained, and she was keen to further her knowledge of the subject.
I switched my P.C. on, and logging on to a few of my favorite sites I pointed out items and articles of interest. Occasionally she would stop me with a light touch on my arm as she read a particular passage or strained over my shoulder to see a thumbnail picture.
Asking for a pencil and paper, she wrote down a few of the site addresses, and tucked it in her pocket to use at home.
By now we had finished an entire bottle of white wine, and it was past midnight. Rising from our positions at the computer desk I began to show her out, pleased that not had she not been angry with me, or thought me strange when I had commented on my desire to train a slave. Her next question threw me completely.
As I was about to close the door, she turned and hesitantly asked if I had ever wanted to enslave her.
Without waiting for my reply she hurried off into the night, her query hanging in the air like a giant exclamation mark.
Slightly flummoxed I prepared my self for bed, thinking about what she had said.

I felt that the issue needed further discussion, at the very least, so the following day I arranged to meet her again, this time for a meal in our local restaurant. I knew that the tables were positioned in such a way as to allow us to talk with relative privacy.

Rushing in, slightly late and out of breath, Debbie came through the doors, scanning the tables for my familiar face.
She was obviously quite excited about the content of our forthcoming conversation, and she waste no time in getting to the point.
"Have you thought about it then?" she exclaimed, barely giving me time to finish pouring her wine. I nodded, but said nothing, collecting my thoughts as I took my first long sip.
"I'm not sure you realize what this entails", I began
She raised her eyebrows encouraging me to continue
"I'm talking about completely changing your lifestyle, sacrificing everything you've learned since you were old enough to listen"
"I'm not completely naive", she said,
"I realize that I must make sacrifices"
"Not sacrifices" I corrected "THE sacrifice, you are to give up your whole self to me, everything, unconditionally."
Silence fell between us as the waiter arrived to take our order.
"I realize how serious this is!" she hissed, the moment he was out of earshot.
"And I've given it a lot of thought"
She paused and took a slug of the wine.
"I live in tiny flat, I have few friends, I haven't spoken to my mother for over two years, and the boyfriends I have had have all failed to satisfy me in every respect." She began, speaking carefully
"I hate my boss and I hate my job, and I've handed in my notice" she raised her hand as I tried to interrupt
"I would have left anyway, it wasn't entirely down to you. I just feel that I want a change."
"Yes," I replied, "but this is the sort of change that you could live to regret very quickly!"
A couple passed us, on their way to the door and she paused, staring intently at me as she waited to resume her conversation.
Leaning over the table, oblivious to the view I was getting of her cleavage (for I had begun to take notice of her attributes recently), she spoke again; with a yet more eager note to her voice,
"Tell me what I have do!"
I sat back in my chair, sighing. It was obvious that she was determined to see this through, and while the thought of finally realizing my dream was exciting me beyond belief, I felt obliged to continue warning her.
"You realize that once I start the program I would not expect to stop under any circumstances." I offered,
"No safe words, no leniency, no pity, no escape" I continued, sure that I must be putting her off.
She looked at me and nodded with a half smile on her face.
"When I was a little, girl, I spent almost an hour at the top of the diving board at our local pool. I never gathered enough courage to jump, and so never experienced the marvelous rush of adrenalin that my friend's had achieved. If only somebody had pushed me..."
We paused as the waiter laid out our starters.
After a few mouthfuls, she continued.
"I've read all the books, and frankly the thought of being owned by a man, kept only for his sexual amusement and unconditionally serving him sets me tingling all over.
I don't know why, I just know that the thought of being your, or anyone else's slave excites me.
Just tell me what it would entail, give me some idea of what I'm letting myself in for, and I go away and think about it." She said, reasonably.
"Well..." I began, trying to contain my mounting excitement,
"It would involve eradicating every principle and moral you have been conditioned to accept since you were born and retraining you to accept a whole new set of ideals, most of them, related to or about sex, and revolving around me, your master. You would in effect be a completely different person, re-designed as an object of sexual gratification, a being totally and utterly committed to pleasing your master in every respect."
I took another mouthful of wine and gave her an example,
"For instance, every time somebody passes this table you stop talking"
"Of course, I don't want them to hear what we're saying" she replied, blushing slightly.
"As my re-programmed slave, " I explained, "I would expect you to obey me if I demanded that you undress immediately and offer yourself orally to the waiter"
I scrutinized her face to judge the effect my comment had had. Her face took on an even deeper shade of red.
"But surely that would make me a prostitute, and you a pimp" she queried
"Its not about the actual act, I could be asking you to do anything" I said
"Its about the fact that you are prepared to obey any of my requests unconditionally, even if that means completely debasing and humiliating yourself in public. You
Would be trained you to carry out my every wish unthinkingly."
She looked startled and I realized that she probably hadn't thought of a third party ever being involved in my plan.
"So..." she began, looking thoughtful
"I would offer myself to the waiter purely because you wished it, with no regard to my own feelings on the matter?"
"You are not entitled to an opinion on the matter one way or the other, your only thought is to obey"
"And if I refuse to carry out any particular order?"
"As a fully trained slave, you would not have the capacity to refuse, but as a trainee you would be chastised most severely for disobedience of any kind" she raised her eyebrows
"And what form would this chastisement take?"
"That would all depend on the seriousness of the transgression. Publicly disobeying your master would merit pretty severe retribution, probably with a whip or crop. As with an animal, you would learn to obey by association.
The subconscious association between, disobedience and extreme pain would force you to obey my commands without hesitating."
As I spoke I realized that I was becoming hard under the table at the thought her becoming my slave. I fought to contain myself and continued.
"I know that the suggestion of that probably excites you, it must, or you wouldn't have continued to read the books, but that's all it is at the moment, a suggestion. The reality of being lashed naked to a whipping post whilst I punish you may seem less attractive in reality! What's more, our relationship as friends would be changed permanently, our relationship would become irrevocably different."
Silence fell between us once more as we concentrated on our food, although I stole a few sneaky glances at her face, trying to judge by her expression what she was thinking.
"What if I said I was prepared to submit myself to you for a given period of time, say, a year? And was prepared to sign a contract to that effect?"
I nodded.
"I would need at least a year to try out my program," I said,
"If it hadn't transformed you after that, it probably never would."
Again she paused to think.
"Look" I said, resigned to the fact that she was determined to see this through, "If your really that sure, Ill e-mail you the name of a BDSM site that has a printable slave contract connected to it. Its quite detailed and lengthy, and it would need amending slightly for our purposes but it would give you something to think about. How much notice do you have to work for your boss?"
"Two weeks, why?"
"That gives you two weeks to think about it and make any necessary arrangements, in the meantime Ill make some preparations at home for your 'stay'"
I smiled and she smiled back. Both of us amused by the word 'stay' as if she was booking into a hotel for the weekend.
"If you decide to call it off just let me know" I offered, "Its not to late to forget the whole thing and we need never bring the subject up again."
She nodded silently, hanging on my every word,
"Of course the moment that contract is in my possession, nothing you say or do could change the course of events"

I knew from the expression on her face that she was treating this with the seriousness it deserved. I also knew, however, that in her wildest dreams she could not possibly imagine the extent of the suffering that awaited her on the path to servitude

So that was that. The matter was all but settled. As I suspected she might, she rang me the following week to say that she had decided to accept and would I please e-mail her the amended slave contract for her to sign ASAP.
At last, my dream was becoming reality. I immediately dispatched the contract, and set to work converting my cellar into Debbie's new home, at least for the next twelve months.

I saw you stranded on the old deserted highway with a flat tire on your car. I stopped to render you assistance. When we introduced each other I couldn't help but notice your breasts,, and how they appeared to be leaking milk as there was small wet spots around your erected nipples. I immediately knew what my plan was.

I opened your trunk and found the spare tire and lug wrench. While you were not looking I threw the lug wrench into the trees and told you I couldn't find it. Since I was driving my Corvette I didn't have any extra tools with me. I acted like I was coming up with a solution. I said I would drive you to my ranch and I would send some workers for the car and you could rest in the coolness of my house. You somewhat shyly agreed as I gave you my word all would be well. We drove up the mountain road that leads to my estate. As we drove you told me that you were taking a vacation for a month to no where in particular, as you had just gotten a divorce and your ex had bribed the judges- and lawyers, including yours, - into giving him custody of the 3 kids, which had left you distraught as your 9 month old had still been breastfeeding. You told me no one knew where you had gone. As it had turned out all your friends were actually his friends. You began to cry as you told me of how abandoned you felt. I reach over and said its OK and pulled you to my shoulder. I said it must be rough to feel that way, and you agreed, telling me how your ex had found you disgusting because of your huge 40C milk filled breasts. He said you had looked like a milking cow, and he hadn't paid you any attention for months. The worst part however was that you hadn't been allowed to breast feed the baby for three days now. You sobbed as you explained how painful your breasts were, esp. your nipples. Then you apologized for carrying on, I explained I understood and brushed my hand tough your hair trying to comfort you. We had now reached my house. I walked around and opened the door for you and helped you out of the car in doing so I was able to see down your blouse which by this time was even more wet as your breasts had began to leak even more. Little did you know what I had in mind for you and me!

I escorted you on to the screened porch and lead you to a swing seat. I then picked up a hand held radio and called for Max to come to the main house. I explained Max was my foreman and would be sent for your car. Then I buzzed the intercom and asked that my maid Kellie to bring two drinks and one of my dress shirts. We continued to talk about you, and how worried you were that no man would like you because of your big breasts and full figure. Only a few moments passed when Kellie appeared with the drinks and my shirt. I could tell you where surprised, your mouth dropped open as you saw that her breasts were also huge and all she was wearing was a sexy looking bra and skimpy panties. Your surprise was greater, when I told Kellie to change your shirt, As Kellie walked to you, you tried to object, but my look convinced you I was used to getting my way. Kellie gently unbuttoned your blouse and removed it; this left your huge breasts exposed in just your ugly looking bra. I said to Kellie
that bra wont do, get her a new one. She leaned over and whispered what sizes are you honey? As she palmed one of your breasts in her hand and said I’m, betting with how full these are your at least a triple "DDD" (I don't know if you noticed but I sure did, Kellie spoke "triple DDD" with excitement) and with out you even answering she set off to get you something more fitting. While licking her hand where she had gotten your milk on it, smiling all the way. She returned with two and asked me what color I wanted. I chose the boysenberry one. Kellie moved to the back of you and unsnapped your bra and let it fall down your arms. Just at that moment Max arrived, you were more surprised than ever now, As you saw Max was a very well endowed woman wearing nothing but overalls and a pink bra. You just sat in shock, as I laughed and explained that Max was short for Maxine. I then explained that all my help were well-endowed woman, most of who had come from similar situations as yours. Max immediately said well boss, where did you find this lactating big boobed woman, I explained about your car and told her to go and get it and park it in the back barn, before she left I pulled her head to my lips and whispered to her the location of the car and the lug wrench. You couldn't help but notice how I fondled her breasts as I spoke to her, and then with a quick slap to her ass I sent her on her way. I called after her, telling her that as soon as she was back to prepare a room for our new houseguest Analisse.

Kellie had stood their waiting, and with a nod from me finished removing your bra and replaced it with the new one, one especially made for your condition. One that supported the weight and left the nipples exposed She then but the dress shirt on leaving it opened and unbuttoned. She then held the glass to your lips and held it there as you drank from the straw. When you were done she grabbed a cool wash rag that had been setting there and wiped your face, removing the tear stains and dust. She then began to brush your hair. All the while I have been sitting across watching you, wanting you. By now the sun was shinning down hard on us, I told Kellie to move you to the couch and that I would re join you there in a few minutes. As I stand Kellie comes to me and kisses me as I fondle her breasts and tweak her nipples. As she returns to caring for you, you notice her very erected nipples protruding through her bra. I'm sure your wondering what’s going on, as I disappear into the house.

"Harold, get in here right now, I haven't got all day," Miranda Davis snapped as she sat in front of her dressing table while preparing to go out for the evening with several of her female friends, "do you hear me, you insignificant piece of crap, I said get your ass in here!!!" Harold Davis hurriedly put down the load of dirty clothes he was carrying to the laundry room and entered his wife's dressing room with his head hung low and a worried look on his face as his wife of twenty two years asked acidly, "Where have you been, bitch, are you purposely trying to piss me off!?!" "Uh no, ma'am," he stammered with real fear in his voice, "I was just getting ready to do the laundry, I'm sorry if I took so long to get here!!!" Miranda began tapping her foot impatiently while listening to her husband's worthless drivel, and out of the blue, and with cat like quickness, her left hand rocketed out and caught her husband flush on the cheek, sending him reeling across the room until he slumped against the wall in stunned silence!!! "Now, worm," she said evenly get your ass over here and suck my cunt, and you'd better do a good job on it, got it!?!" While rubbing his burning cheek, Harold quickly took up residence between his wife's full thighs, and after taking a deep breath of her overwhelming aroma, he dropped his mouth forward and engulfed her drooling vagina!!! From the time that they had met when they were in college, Harold had been submitting willingly to his domineering wife, and when she threatened him with physical violence, it was something to be taken very seriously in that she out weighed him be a good seventy pounds!!! While Harold Davis stood about five feet seven inches and was slim of build, Miranda was a touch over six feet tall with enormous breasts and an ass to match!!! Her weekly workouts at the gym only made her even look more imposing with her thickly muscled thighs and powerfully built biceps, so if she so desired, she could easily take her pussy whipped husband apart without even breaking a sweat!!! Fortunately for him, however, at that very moment Miranda had more important work for him to do!!!
"That's a good boy," she sighed while grabbing him by the back of the neck and forcing his tongue into her hot gaping crack with one hand while cupping one of her huge tits in the other and twisting her hard nipple, "suck mama's clitty, mmmmmmmm yes, right there, that's it, do it, do it, suck me off you miserable piece of shit!!!" For Harold, most of his day was spent doing the mundane house chores that offered little if any enjoyment, so even though he was being sexually abused by his dominant wife, the opportunity to suck on her hot pussy was something to be savored, so as any good little cunt lapper would do he worked feverishly to bring his wife to a stunning climax!!! He flicked his tongue madly over her distended organ, and just before her climax over took her, she thrust her hips forward, urgently forcing her incredibly engorged pussy into his open mouth as her orgasm raced through her groin, leaving her shuddering in ecstasy as all the strength ebbed from her body!!! After taking a moment to regain her senses, she shoved her husband away from her pussy, and after giving him a kick in the ass ordered him out of the room so she could continue getting dressed in peace!!! She lolled back in her chair and caressed her huge breasts, even going so far as to pull a hard nipple to her mouth and sucking and nipping it gently!!! She closed her eyes and savored the fury growing again in her pussy, and when she could stand it no more she buried three fingers into her huge cunt and frigged herself to another powerful orgasm!!!

Miranda stood in front of her full length mirror admiring every curve of the hour glass figure that was certainly dominated by her massive breasts and full ass, and after adjusting her belt, she headed down stairs just as the front doorbell rang!!! "Answer the door, bitch," she yelled to her husband, "and don't keep my friends waiting, do you here me!?!" From out in the kitchen she could hear her husband hurrying to the door, and after opening it, he stood there silently while a tall incredibly handsome young man stepped into the foyer and asked, "Is Miranda ready, I'm supposed to pick her up at three!?!" Harold's heart fluttered when he realized that his wife wasn't going out with the girls at all, but with this young stud who looked more like a professional athlete with his trim build and flashing good looks!!! "So, you two have met," Miranda asked while coming up behind her husband and shoving him out of the way, "don't wait up for us, bitch, I might not be coming home tonight!!!" "W-where will you be staying," Harold asked softly!?! Miranda whirled around at the insolent question, and for the second time that day she cracked her husband in the face with her hand while snapping, "Don't you ever talk to me in that tone of voice again, you little puke, cuz if you do I'll beat you to within and inch of your life!!!"

The young man laughed at Harold's predicament, and after whispering into Miranda's ear she smiled and offered, "Tommy has what I think is a wonderful plan, he thinks that it would be a good idea to let you watch him fuck me just so you could think about what he was going to be doing to me all night long!!!" Tears began welling up in Harold's eyes, but knowing his wife's temper, he just stood there silently as the young man pulled up her skirt and shoved down her panties exposing her shaved fat lipped cunt and large tight thighs to his sad eyes, and then after pulling out what must have been the biggest cock he had ever seen, watched in agony as the young man leaned her over the back of a chair and drove his meat into his wife's smooth saturated pussy!!! "O-oh god, Tommy," she gasped as her 44DD breasts jiggled uncontrollably in her low cut bra, "you're so fucking huge, oh god do you fill me up, oh yessssssssss, fuck me harder, show the worm how it's done!!!" Tommy grabbed Miranda by her huge ass, and with brutal efficiency tore into her demanding pussy like a jack hammer attacks old concrete!!! Harold hated himself for his feelings, but watching his wife being ravaged by such a huge bone made his own little penis turn into and absolute woody, and while it certainly couldn't compare in the size category, he was hard as a piece of blue steel!!! Miranda leaned over the back of a chair while Tommy jammed his pecker in and out of her, and as a huge orgasm built up in her pussy, she asked Tommy in a broken voice, "D-do you wanna see something funny!?!" "What," he gasped as his nut sack tightened in a precursor to his ejaculation, "what's so funny, show me!!!" "Harold," she ordered, "drop your pants and show us your "big" wee wee, show us what a big man you are!!!" Harold's face immediately turned a bright shade of red, but by now he was so turned on he didn't care if they were making fun of him, so with out a moment's hesitation he slid off his pants and panties(his wife made him wear frilly white or pink pretties all the time!!!) in one shove, exposing his tiny little hardon for one and all to see!!!

Even though Tommy was on an express train to "Climax City", the sight of Harold's hard little cock literally made him burst out laughing, and much to his consternation and embarrassment, his eighteen daughter Winnie appeared in the open doorway just in time to see his tiny little prick alongside the massive member that was plunging in and out of her mother's hot cunt!!! "Oh, my goodness," Winnie gasped while staring at the huge hammer that was attacking her mother's pussy, "I seem to have interrupted something haven't I!?!" Miranda rolled her head to the side to get a better look at her daughter, and with a little line of drool running out of the corner of her mouth and her hard nipples showing prominently through her sheer blouse gasped, "N-no, dear, you aren't interrupting us at all, in fact I want to you to come in and meet Tommy, he has the kind of cock that makes a girl feel like a real woman!!!" "How do you do, Tommy," Winnie said softly, "my, my, I do believe we're hung like horse, aren't we!?!" Tommy was too gone to reply, but in a strained voice her mother ordered, "Harold, stop acting like such a prick and take care of your daughter's pussy!!!"

"Y-yes, ma'am," he stammered, "w-with my penis!?!" "Of course not, bitch," she snapped, "your prick wouldn't satisfy a hamster, use your mouth, it's the only way you could even come close to taking care of a hot pussy!!!" By now Winnie had plopped her cute plump bottom into an easy chair, and like she had done hundreds of times before, slid off her white cotton panties and offered her smoothly shaved teenage labia to her father's insistent mouth!!! Even though she was only eighteen Winnie was still built like a mature woman with large hanging breasts and an big plump bottom that just begged to be kissed and licked!!! As she maneuvered herself on the chair she sighed deeply and moaned, "Ohhhhhhhhh, mother, daddy has such a nice mouth, I think he was born to suck pussy!!!" Mirnada always loved watching her husband service their daughter's pretty fat cunt, and coupled with the incredible reaming she was getting from Tommy, her own overheated organ convulsed wildly around his massive erection as he pumped a fire hose gusher of cum into her helpless quim!!! Winnie had of course seen her mother getting fucked by many hung men, but never had she seen such a large penis ravage her mother's fat pussy, so as her father's tongue bored in on her distended clitoris, she was blind sided by one of the most intense orgasms she had ever experienced, leaving her panting and gasping for breath along with her mother and Tommy!!!

All three of them luxuriated in the post coital afterglow that could only come from truly vicious orgasms, leaving only poor Harold standing there with a super hard boner waiting to see if his wife would let him cum!!! Ten minutes later when she was fully recovered Miranda kissed Tommy deeply and whispered, "Should I let him cum or suffer!?!" Tommy looked at the hopeful naked man for a moment and replied tersely, "Suffer!!!" Miranda looked at her husband with exaggerated sorrow and offered, "I'm so sorry, Harold, you know how it is, put your "big" wee wee away and leave us alone, we're finished with you now, so beat it!!!" With his head hung down, Harold walked slowly out of the room, but as he turned around to get one last look, he saw his daughter spreading her legs while demanding Tommy, "Okay, stud boy, let's see what you've got!!!"

Winnie grimaced a little as the head of Tommy's cock slipped into her slit, but her mother quickly calmed her down by offering one of her huge breasts for her to nurse on!!! As she took a hard nipple into her warm mouth, Tommy slowly pressed his hips forward, driving his massive spike into the scalding cunt, inducing any untold number of climaxes on just the first stroke alone!!! Miranda sighed softly as her daughter wildly bucked her hips to meet each of Tommy's hard thrusts, and as the fury again brewed in her own pussy, she welled up with pride at how well her daughter had turned out!!! Full bodied just like she was, and of course with the ability to dominate and control just about any male with the use of her pussy and sharp mind!!! Even Tommy was no match for the two vixens, because at any moment they could turn on him and use him just as they used Winnie's father, like dog meat, but luckily for him he the had the kind of cock they both loved and desired, so they tolerated him, but only as far as he could satisfy their incredibly need pussies!!!

Even though Tommy considered himself quite the stud, he was no match sexually for the mother-daughter duo, so after he had exploded in another vicious cum in Winnie's tight pussy, his legs wobbled unsteadily and he slipped to the floor panting and gasping for breath!!! "I think he's done, mother," Winnie cooed after letting her mother's big nipple pop out her mouth, "I'm still a little horny, how about you!?!" ""Mmmmmmmm, yes," Miranda replied after kissing Winnie on the cheek, "what did you have in mind, dear!?!" Winnie pulled her sweatshirt over her head, and since she wasn't wearing a bra, her huge boobs shook back and forth on her chest as she suggested, "How about we just lay together and rub our tits together and finger each other!?!" "Oh my," Miranda replied while scrambling out of her clothing, "I swear that every time I see them your boobs are bigger than the time before, what size are they anyway!?!" "I usually don't wear a bra," Winnie giggled, "but when I do I wear a 40D-cup, not quite as big as yours though!!!" "Don't worry," her mother replied softly while slipping off her huge pair of crotchless panties, "when I was your age I was only D-cup, you've got plenty of time to grow up!!!"

Miranda pulled Winnie to her feet and crushed her gigantic boobs into those of her daughter, and as the two women kissed deeply, they let their hands slide down between them to find the others hot wet slit!!! Tommy's eyes were now practically bugging out of his head as he grabbed his rapidly rising pecker while watching the two big assed women squishing their incredible chests together!!! He made a move to make it a threesome but a sharp rebuke from Miranda was all it took to keep him in his place, this was a mother- daughter thing and they didn't need any extraneous pricks fucking it up for them!!! Winnie loved feeling her mother's huge chest against her own, and when finally they positioned themselves nipple to nipple, her pussy began convulsing hard as her mother fingered her with total abandon!!! What a perfect daughter she had raised, pretty, smart, and responsive, and just as Winnie's pussy collapsed around her finger, her own cunt wrenched violently as her own orgasm blew through her loins like a freight train flying down a hill with no brakes!!!

The two women slid to the floor oblivious to everything around them until they both turned in unison to watch a groaning Tommy shoot his hot wad all over his belly!!! They both burst out laughing and Miranda chuckled, "Men, can't live with them, can't live without them, but we always dominate 'em!!!

Amy Jo stepped into the empty elevator, pushed the button for the seventeenth floor, and waited for the car to begin its ascent. Just as the doors were beginning to close a hand shot between the doors and a thirtyish blonde slipped on board, pressed the button for her floor and turned to face Amy Jo, giving the twenty three year old a quick once over. The blonde was dressed in a dark blue woman's business suit, accompanied by tasteful black pumps and a white silk blouse. She would have been considered pretty, except for the fact that she had a hard edge about her, that being her blonde hair was short and pulled harshly to one side, and her manner was that of someone in complete control! After several seconds of silence the blonde, while looking directly into Amy Jo's eyes asked, "You're a fem aren't you, I can smell you a mile away!?!" Amy Jo turned a bright shade of red, and while averting her eyes replied softly, "Yes, yes I am!" The blonde made a snorting sound and shot back, "You little bitches are all alike, dressing so pretty, just waiting to be picked up and fucked!" Hearing the crude talk from this total stranger caused an immediate reaction in Amy Jo, and her vagina flooded with moisture as her clit began to throb! The elevator came to a stop, and the doors slid open smoothly and the blonde announced, "This is my floor, come with me," as she took Amy Jo by the arm and led her down the corridor to the women's rest room.
Once inside, the blonde pushed Amy Jo into a vacant stall, closed the door, and said, "Okay you little slut, open up your blouse and let me see your tits! Amy Jo unbuttoned her blouse exposing her low cut bra and bulging breasts to the hungry eyes of the blonde dom, who reached out and began pinching and pulled on her nipples through the lace cups. Amy Jo gasped, from both the pain and excitement of having her boobs mauled by the strange blonde lesbian! "Ya like that, huh," she asked in rhetorical voice, not expecting an answer, "let's see how you like this," as the blonde lifted her leg, placed it on the edge of the toilet, hiked up her skirt, and bared her thickly haired bush to the young girl! "Okay slut," the blonde ordered, "on your fucking knees and eat it!!!" Amy Jo's cunt was by now a cauldron of hot juices, and the sight of the blonde's pussy was unbelievably exciting!!! Wasting no time, she dropped to her knees and leaned her mouth into the dripping slit in front of her, causing the blonde to moan out loud when Amy Jo's tongue connected with her erect clitoris! "Eat me, you fucking bitch," the blonde hissed through clenched teeth, "eat my fucking hairy cunt you little slut!!!" Being a fem, Amy Jo was used to having doms order her around, and this dom was making her cunt explode before she even touched it!!! Amy Jo ate the fat pussy like there was no tomorrow, and the blonde's cunt spasmed hard just before an orgasm tore through her cunt the like a freight train barreling down the tracks! Even though they were in a public rest room in an office building, the blonde couldn't suppress her scream as her cunt lurched hard around Amy Jo's tongue!!!

After her orgasm had subsided, the blonde pulled Amy Jo to her feet and kissed her deeply on the mouth, savoring the taste of her own sex on Amy Jo's lips! Pulling away the blonde asked, "You love sucking cunt don't you, bitch!?!" Amy Jo just nodded her head and waited for further instructions. "Strip," ordered the blonde, "and make it snappy!!!" "Here," Amy Jo asked incredulously, while glancing around the stall!?! The blonde quickly showed her dom temper when she retorted quickly, "You fucking take them off or I'll rip them off for you, understand, cunt?!?" A shudder rolled through Amy Jo, and she commenced to remove all of her clothing, not stopping until she was standing naked in before the dominant blonde. Amy Jo's nipples instantly puckered up in the cool air, and the blonde reached out both hands and began twisting her pink nipples harshly! As she played with Amy Jo's tits, the blonde remarked to herself, "I just love big fucking tits," and she leaned over and took one of Amy Jo's nipples into her mouth and sucked on it hard, biting and nibbling it, causing Amy Jo to yelp with pain and pleasure! "You like that don't you, cunt," slobbered the blonde between sucks on the big nipples!?! Amy Jo didn't answer, but moaned loud and long as her nipples were chewed by the horny blonde bitch! Taking a seat on the toilet, the blonde's face was now just inches from Amy Jo's pussy, and a hot breath so close to her pussy made Amy Jo beg for relief! "Ya want me to suck you off, don't you cunt," the blonde asked sarcastically, while teasing Amy Jo with some tentative licks on her outer lips!?! Amy Jo gasped as the slick tongue nicked her clit, and a bolt of pleasure shot like an electric current through her body! The blonde, while wanting to make this little fem bitch suffer a little, couldn't wait any longer herself, as her need to suck the bulging wet sex organ was over powering!!! "Oh my fucking god," Amy Jo groaned when the blonde buried her tongue deep into her steaming hot pussy, "eat me up, oh christ, fucking eat me up!!!" For the next few minutes their roles were reversed, Amy Jo ordering the blonde dom to eat her pussy, while the blonde ate the dripping cunt for all she was worth! After a rather vicious tonguing, Amy Jo's cunt exploded like a firecracker, and her orgasm radiated from her cunt throughout her entire body, causing her to go limp like and old dish rag!!!

The blonde held onto Amy Jo's waist, steadying her and helping her keep her balance. Standing back up, the blonde pushed her bare twat directly into Amy Jo's, and the two women ground their vaginas together until their clits made direct contact with each other! Kissing again, the two lesbians slowly worked their cunts together, trying desperately to keep their clits rubbing together, while their tongues intertwined, the two pussies worked together, racing towards a mutual climax! Moaning into each other's mouth, the two women clung to each other while their clits made just enough contact to send them both over the orgasmic cliff!!!

The blonde sat on the john and watched Amy Jo get dressed until she was finished, they left the rest room arm in arm and blonde said, "Be here tomorrow at the same time!" With her pussy still humming from her orgasm, Amy Jo gave the blonde a kiss on the cheek and whispered, "Same time tomorrow!!!

She thought she was gonna die!!! For the past forty five minutes Julie Baxter had gone through a rigorous aerobic workout at the health club she was a member of, and if hell was any worse than this she'd have been surprised!!! On television when ever they show a group of women working out they're always in perfect condition as well as being young and pretty, but for Julie, who had been putting herself through this personal torture for over six months, she hadn't really lost any weight at all, and still tipped the scales at a very heft two hundred forty five pounds!!! It wasn't that she wasn't pretty, she really was, it was just that she was on the plump side and no matter how you tried to hide it, you just couldn't!!! She was so damn tired when the instructor finally called a halt to the carnage that she wobbled unsteadily to a bench on the edge of the room before collapsing in heap!!! After sitting there for ten minutes, she decided that enough was enough, and if she was destined to be fat, well that's just the way it gonna hafta be!!! She wasn't unhappy with her body, in fact you could say that she was comfortable with her self, but with everything geared towards the young and thin, she had decided to give it a try, but now she knew it was over and that she would just have to be satisfied with the way she was!!!
Standing under the shower in the locker room, Julie let the hot burning needles soothe her aching muscles, and with her mind floating away in the misty warmth of the shower, she was quite unaware when and incredibly muscular young woman took the place next to her and began to wash off!!! After about five minutes of meditation, Julie opened her eyes just as the woman asked, ""Could I borrow that bar of soap, my tray seems to be empty!?!" For the first time in a long time Julie was suddenly very self conscious about her size as she stared openly at the body of her shower mate, and after handing over the bar of soap, the woman extended her hand and said, "I'm Brenda Brown!!!" "Uh, my name's Julie, Julie Baxter, I don't believe I've seen you here before," she stammered!!! "I just joined," the blonde woman replied, "and I must say I'm glad that I did, they have a really big selection of equipment in the weight room!!!" "I wouldn't know about that," Julie replied, "I just come for the aerobics classes, you know, dancing around and all that stuff!!!" Brenda nodded her head and went back to her shower, and as Julie looked on in almost total shock, Brenda Brown soaped up her smoothly shaved vagina, and then like she was home in her bedroom, used her middle finger to bring herself to a stunning orgasm right there in front of her!!!

"Wow," Brenda sighed, "I always feel so much better after a good hard cum, don't you!?!" "Well, er, I mean, I guess so," Julie replied red faced, "doesn't everyone!?!" Brenda just giggled a little girl's laugh, and then in a low, almost husky voice whispered, "I just love big tits, and yours are absolutely huge, why not let me suck your nipples while you jerk off your clit!?!" W-why I never," Julie stammered, "I hardly even know you, and to ask such a thing..." "Oh come on," Brenda replied while reaching out to caress Julie's huge chest, "I can tell just by looking at you that you have a body that loves sex, so stop acting like a little girl and get that finger into your hairy snatch!!!" The soapy water coupled with Brenda's strong hands were having a profound effect on her, and when the muscular blonde took one of her nipples into her mouth, Julie just sighed deeply before letting her hand slip over her round tummy and down to her now burning clit!!! Several other women had just come into the shower room, but Julie was now too far gone to care, so as Brenda sucked on her tits, her finger literally flew over her now very hard clit!!! The other women were laughing and giggling, but as her orgasm neared, they finally gave in to their desires, and while Julie's legs buckled slightly as her body was being wracked with a viciously brutal climax, several of the other women joined her and had stunning cums of their own!!!

After both of them had rinsed off, Brenda led Julie by the hand to their lockers, and after sitting the plump woman on the bench with her legs spread wide apart, the young blonde slipped between her legs, and after giving her a sweet little smile, buried her head in Julie's now super heated pussy!!! Two other women sat down on either side of her and took one of her huge nipples into their mouths, so as she sat there quietly, her pussy and nipples were being serviced by three very insistent tongues!!! Slowly but surely the fury in her pussy began to grow again, and as Brenda bored in hard on her erect little nub, her big belly began to quiver as another orgasm began to shudder through her, leaving her shaken and spent from the experience!!!

Now it was Brenda's turn, and with Julie now almost in a daze, she pushed her down to the floor, and after lining up her cunt with Julie's face, lowered her gaping lips down until they pressed firmly against her warm wet mouth!!! "Oh yesssssss," Brenda hissed through clenched teeth, "suck my fucking pussy you fat bitch, make me cum like a fucking rocket!!!" Julie's tongue flicked back and forth over the hard little clit, and while she never liked being called fat, when Brenda used it, it was more than a little exciting, so when one of the other women slipped her tongue into her hot cunt, all she could do was moan loud and long into Brenda's hot cunt, bringing the hot talking cunt lapper to a stunning orgasm of her own!!! Even though she had already cum twice before, getting her pussy sucked was just about Julie's favorite thing, so she wasn't at all surprised when her pussy convulsed hard several times as another orgasm ripped through her straining pussy!!!

Brenda scrambled up and took one of Julie's nipples back into her mouth and sighed, "My god, if I were you I wouldn't try to lose any more weight, you're just perfect the way you are!!!" Julie just chuckled a bit and caressed her new friend's cheek and replied, "Don't worry, baby, mama likes herself just like she is, plump and ready!!!"