AFTER THE SLEEPOVER

Lesbian, toys, college girls, stepmom, 

Janie and Sue left after breakfast Saturday morning; sorry they couldn't stay till the afternoon, as we had had such a great girly sleepover Friday night.

Our guys were away at an 'away game', and well, they were college guys and only trustworthy in our sight. So, I arranged a girls' night in — chick flicks, comfort food, and plenty of fun.

Saturday, now was ours, Annie's and mine: bestie's time. And we had the run of my house alone as my stepmum went out to shop. I don't fully recall how we got from my bedroom upstairs to the backyard pool in only our underwear. We were fun seekers at a loose end and quickly cavorted, frolicking, and being so easily playful, splashing about in the huge pool.

There was nothing sexually leading in our frisky and spirited good-natured fun.

We were both boy-obsessed and boy-focused. Head jobs were our popsicles of choice.

Yeah, we knew how to suck all day.

We loved our pussy's getting a workout in the back seats of our boyfriend's cars. We had shared intimately in conversations about our recent first anal experiences.

I mean, I knew Annie's fulsome tits and trimmed brunette pubes from the local swimming pool change rooms and knew she had glanced over my body, my sweet, roughly similar-sized tits and my golden-trimmed pubes.

We were girls who knew we were girls, nothing more.

Yet something happened in my backyard pool on this warm Saturday morning. God, I had seen her in more lacey bras and higher-cut black knickers with a thin string straight into her arse crack, but I'd just processed those occasions as Mmm sexy, not I want to touch Annie.

It was her plain, wet skin, toned bra and white cotton panties that did the damage or magic to my mind. She sat with her legs apart on the pool's edge while I was relaxing on the inflatable water bed. It was her basic underwear, soaked and clingy, which was revealing her pouty alert sexuality, and I was all slut attention.

The intrigue of the hidden and the forbidden was on partial show. Her trimmed dark pubes matted to her cotton knickers, begging to be released. Her nipples, hard and tautly pressing into her bra cups, were equally pleading to escape.

Well, my mind told me that.

Oh, Annie saw my look.

Annie caught my desire.

She knew the change from any previous observations of her body.

My eyes exuded sexual want.

She closed the watery gap between us by easing into the pool with a few easy strokes.

I lost sight of my desire for her nipples, her boobs, her inner thighs.

Yes, I shocked myself: I wanted her cunt as she lazily side stroked towards me.

Oh, but I got more.

Her lips. Her pink, wet lips melded, blended, and combined naturally with mine.

I thought: this was so good, and why hadn't we done it before?

Of course, the yellow lilo tipped over in our crazed harlotry for each other. I hit the water with a raunchy laugh.

But it only afforded us more of a chance to grope each other's flesh—the naughty up close and personal finger probing.

Our bras were suddenly floating in the pool, our tits greeting each other just above the lapping water level.

An eddy under our prominent chest melons as our nipples were guided in turn into each other's hungry-for-girly flesh mouths.

The sweet teat flesh taste of each other quickly incited us to more brazen heights of exploration.

Annie's white cotton knickers bobbed up from under the water and drifted away along with my pink panties.

It was lucky pussies were watertight because we were finger friggin our girl slits under the water.

Together, we created for each other an unforgettable smeary, tacky, moist, slickness that was so different from the water around us.

Touch that invited more.

"You filthy little skanky trollop Marney," said Annie, as I worked a third finger into her cunt under the water.

Her dirty talk surprised and excited.

As outrageously wicked as we were currently in the pool, having sampled each other's goodies, we needed terra firma to ramp up the pleasure even more.

I grabbed the lilo to lie on as we snuggled into a mutually agreeable sixty-nine poolside.

I was face to pubes with Annie's cunt.

I loved the word cunt, suddenly.

It acutely and accurately defined my full attention and need for her pussy in my life, here and now.

Then my face and tongue were buried between her thighs, munching her crinkled open lips, sucking her cute triangular clitty, and I was prodding with my tongue into her inner pink sanctum.

The bitch was equally preoccupied with giving me every pleasure possible. Her tongue was flicking over my clit; it was then sweeping over my sensitive flaps, and her lips were contracting together to vacuum suck my entire girly region.

We found each other's cute balloon knots simultaneously.

Annie's puckered, indented back crack I realised was the same colour as the tip of my tongue.

Her inner rear flesh was so sweet.

Oh my, was it responsive to licking and rimming. 

Her thighs got squeezy, quivery, clutchy palpitations the faster I licked.

My legs equally were wrapped around her head as she reciprocated. Shudders and tremors of incredible bliss were captured through my soft sensitive arsehole too.

We were giving grubby love together.

I was soon above my Annie; she was under me, still in a sixty-nine.

My arse nicely spread up in the air, though.

By now, we had two fingers in each other's back cracks, and our tongues were sliding over and in our pussies jointly.

We were away with the goddess of pleasure, oblivious to the broader world.

Hell, we were secure in a fenced-off private backyard pool area.

As we spat into each other's gaped anal wonderlands, it was like Salome had met Jezebel. We were dirty, sullied, skanky, trashy happy girls.

If we were two sleazy tarts, what followed made my stepmum as an adult a pure hoe, but I must say in advance that she was amazing to be with.

Imagine if a cross between Samson's Delilah and Lucrezia Borgia crashed your girly pussy frenzy and arsehole caper!

And with no by your leave or beg your pardons.

An older woman who created a full-on sex party, in a well, later I realised — a lezzo threesome.

"Oh hell", I yelped as what seemed like a huge stiff cock beset my arse unannounced.

I heard Annie's smirky giggle, followed by an appreciative "Wow."

"Oh My God," I gasped, nearly collapsing on Annie's soft stomach; after my face shot straight and my eyes almost popped out of my head, and my arse threatened to split open — as my backdoor gripped whatever was filling me, and I flew off the planet.

Firm hands were holding my hips, and something bloody big was thrusting into me.

I hadn't invited a guy, who was it?

I turned my head.

Oh, sweet mother of Mary, it was my stepmom with a frickin huge black strap-on, thrusting into my arse.

And she was shamelessly naked.

And the hoe was giving me a lecture, "You bad girl, you grubby little tart, you slut whore, how dare you ", and she thrust as deep as she could, and I yelped, a strange mixture of the vulnerable and wanting more, because of that so, so fine line between pleasure and pain.

"Ooh, ooh, raah, oooh, oof, raah!"

Then she added for emphasis, "How dare you buggerise your friend by the pool without inviting mummy to join you."

And she punched into my arse again.

"Uughh, raah, uuughh!"

Well, excuse me, it was a monster strap-on!

"Oh, squeeze out from under her, you nasty pervy piece of trailer trash," my mum said to Annie, "Make yourself useful and lick my nipples."

My arse was giving everything my pussy usually gave me in sex.

My mum was lunging with forceful regularity into my exposed tight bum hole, and because it was a strap-on and not a cock, she showed no signs of flagging.

"Uh, uh, uh, uh," thank Christ, my starfish gaped!

"You slag, you soiled scrubber, you wanton arse loving strumpet; take that and that," and she ramped up her thrusting speed.

"Oof, oof, uggh, uggh," her pace was manic.

However, I was quickly learning the excitement of trash hoe talk in sex.

It escalated the excitement.

"Oh…Oh…Ah…AaaH," I grunted very unladylike; well, actually, I'm pretty sure I wasn't at my most demure feminine in my bacchanale arse pleasure.

I hit the plateau of divine anal invasion acceptance.

When my gawped sphincter could well manage and fully enjoy whatever the foul hoe my mum decided on pushing into me.

I was in the delicious moments of generous, relaxed arse expansion.

"Oh, you self-loving, insolent bitch," my mom said, but she kept thrusting; as she heard each of my accepting moans meanwhile: Annie had been instructed to finger my stepmom's arse now.

Then the hoe continued: "You vain anal narcissist creature, share the joy with your girlfriend," and suddenly my expecting arse hole was deprived of its regular filling with its mounting increments of orgasmic arriving bliss.

The strap-on popped out of my arse.

I queffed!

"Bend over away from each other," mummy said, and we did.

We hadn't seen her arrive, and she had, we both realised now; more than one toy and I caught a peep of it, and so did Annie.

"Holy Crap!" I said.

"Flipping Hell" was added by Annie.

There followed an escalating reverberation of pitched guttural groans and moans from us two college girls as we shared a big pink ribbed double dildo between our backward arching pussies.

My mum, my hoe mother, holding the centre of the long toy, thrust it between us as we leant our bodies towards each other and then away.

There are sex toys, and there are super sex toys.

There are mums, and there are, as I found out, hoe stepmoms.

She knew as we did, too, that we were preoccupied with selfish pleasure here; she was enjoying seeing the pair of us debauch each other.

We would do anything with anyone in sex after this.

I knew Annie's pussy was as happy as mine. Boy, the toy was big, and man, it did its job.

Deliciously filling, huger than a cock. Too addictive.

"Oorh, uh, Oohh uh," I moaned

Mixed in, Annie's, " Ooh yes, ooh yes, uh, uh!"

My mom, the super milf in her gleeful swagger, just had to take the pair of us beyond where two girls should go.

"Face each other, you she-devils; time for some anal antics," she insisted.

There were Annie and I, legs spread, facing off, our trimmed pussy's glistening with recently filled happiness and our arses still pink raw gawped from earlier action — as the double dildo was fed by my mum, first into Annie's tight arsehole, then my constricted crack.

The filthy pleasure was too good.

We were gyrating and humping towards each other while my mother was forcing the toy, in turn, to twist its ribbed pleasure deeper into each of our balloon knots.

"Oh, play with your clitties, you skanky moles, " she ordered.

And we did.

Annie and I could see for a moment each other's eyes glazing over in approaching climax delight.

"Ooh fuck, I'm cumming, ooh, yes, ooh yes!" from Annie

And I, " Oh My God, yes, yes!"

Then the intensity was like an unexpected tidal surge as my hoe mom joined in, rubbing both our hard little pink jellybeans to a throbbing— tingly— thrumming orgasm.

We were two young women who needed to cum.

We needed to cum so badly.

We needed to cum so quickly.

Our minds only focussed on contiguous, climbing climaxes.

I know I peaked fabulously, and Annie's moans indicated a similar wonderful orgasm experience just after me.

"Uugh, uugh!" I moaned.

Annie, release, "Aaggh, Aaagghh!"

For a moment, Annie and I relaxed.

We were sexually fulfilled.

Our bodies needed no more in the immediate instance.

Still, we gave each other a sneaky look, and without speaking, we waylaid my resting, sweating mum, lying on the yellow lilo, who had put so much effort into making two innocent slutettes, whorish skanks.

Well, if she were acting the hoe, by God, she would be one by the time we finished with her.

Never lie on your back after happily debauching someone — she found that out quickly as Annie and I pinned her body.

Annie was sitting over her back, and I was over her slightly opened-pinned thighs.

And then Annie shoved the strap-on, using her hand, unceremoniously deep into my mum's butt crack.

While at the same time, I jostled one end of the double dildo into her pussy.

Of course, the hoe squealed and squirmed and wriggled and yelped and uttered profanities of abuse and pleasure at the same time.

"You bitch sluts, you disgusting bitch sluts…Oh my…oh God…you sluts."

But Annie and I were fast learners, too; we understood the raunch escalation in sex now with the addition of dirty talk.

So as Annie jagged the strap-on into my mom's butt, she said, "You bitchy controlling MILF, you will be begging for more in no time, pleading for it, and I might give it to you, or I might not."

And as I stuffed her soaking leaking pussy with the big toy between her quivering legs and wobbling arse, I added: "Who's the smuttiest one of all now, eh?"