Nobody could believe it when Danny Taylor’s parents said they were going on holiday leaving him on his own in their house. Danny was not exactly the most mature and sensible seventeen-year-old, and his parents were always on at him to drink less, do his schoolwork, and get in before two in the morning.
But it seemed the lure of this holiday suddenly proposed by some fiends was too much. Or, just possibly, the successful businessman and his young but assertive third wife had decided to try ‘treating him like an adult’ as a desperate last-ditch gamble to improve his behaviour.
If so, it didn’t work. The very first evening, in fact barely half an hour after his parents’ car had disappeared towards the airport, Danny had his gang round and the house was full and loud. Danny was a popular guy and his gang was a large one that included pretty much all the fun people in his year. Danny’s gang was where things could be counted on to happen, and word had gone round like lighting that his house was going to be sans parents for a week.
Right now the party included Samantha Broad, who despite being only fifteen and two school years below was allowed to hang with them because far from being broad she was instead slender and sensationally pretty. Sammie was also wilful, challenging and prone to breaking rules, and had come to Danny’s attention from their frequent meetings outside the Head Teacher’s office. She smiled a lot, laughed easily, and was, in a word, hot. She had sex appeal and charisma.
Danny was all the more attracted to her because Sammie had firmly rebuffed his advances. She wasn’t ready yet, and when she said so she meant it. Danny had to respect her and just concentrate on other girls; of which there were plenty so it was no biggie. Meanwhile he liked having her around. She was fun and had class. While talking a bit posh and looking completely demure with no piercings or tattoos or even highlights or wearing much obvious makeup, she was up for pretty much anything in the way of drugs, alcohol or getting into places they weren’t supposed to be like backstage at a gig.
Sammie herself, while refusing to date anybody, had nevertheless been thinking more and more about sex. Since puberty her pussy had become steadily more tingly, more often She’d started rubbing herself on the edge of her bedroom door, then moved on to using her fingers. Her first orgasm had been amazing and beautiful and she’d quickly followed it up with another one, then another. These days she mostly got off several times a day. Sometimes she’d get into a mood and spend literally hours playing with herself, drifting from orgasm to orgasm.
She did try to imagine what it would be like with a boy, though she couldn’t see how could it feel any better than DIY. He’d be more concerned with his cock than with her, that was pretty obvious, and he couldn’t possibly be as good at working her pussy as she was herself: after all she could feel it and had had hundreds or even thousands of hours’ practice. Same with a girl, for that matter, though she supposed at least a girl would know how pussies worked and how to touch properly instead of grabbing.
She didn’t think having a cock inside would make all that much difference either; she’d had various things in, and not just a hairbrush handle either it was surprising what would go in if you were wet and relaxed, but they hadn’t made all that much difference. Her clit and labia seemed to be the things that mattered; those and her tits, which were getting more sensitive now they had become a proper B cup finally.
Not that she didn’t plan to find out about boys, in time. Eventually she was going to kiss someone and then she’d see how it made her feel.
Her body was developed at last, anyway. Her five foot six frame sported her firm, high tits that were obvious but not too big, a pronounced waist, and good hips. She’d overheard boys discussing her legs too, and even two girl friends whispering about her ass not having a crease under it. Her glossy brown hair was long and straight and swayed about nicely, and modesty aside she could see she’d been lucky with her face with its cheekbones and her eyes that weren’t all that big really but were green-brown and had big pupils and were a shape that people liked. Men and boys watched her, and more and more it seemed that when she walked into a room people noticed.
So it was that at the party Sammie could dance with whomever she liked and not be hassled. The girls in the gang liked her, and so did the boys. There was no competition for her because she wasn’t available, and everyone knew that when she was she’d make her choice and that would be that. She was not only wilful, but also strong-willed. Guys waited and hoped.
Danny’s phone was plugged into his dad’s prized music system and the living room felt like a rock concert. Sammie’s body thrummed with the bass as she danced in the crowd. She was glad she’d dressed cool in her short skirt, bare legs and thin, loose blouse that showed her lacy bra underneath.
On her third Bud already, she was feeling fine, rocking with a bunch of people who knew there was plenty of evening left to get into stuff. There was a strong smell of marijuana, a lot of grinning at each other, and dancing. Sammie liked to dance; the movement and the feeling of her long hair moving around.
Then there was a change. A draught from the hall, people making way, and CHRIST Danny’s dad!! The music stopped dead and his dad was standing by the music system, berating his son. Mr Taylor wasn’t that tall but he was heavily built with a big head and a loud voice.
“RIGHT!” he was almost shouting in the sudden quiet, “THIS IS YOUR IDEA OF NOT HAVING A PARTY IS IT?”
Everyone went very quiet, and very meek; even the big lads who were normally so cocky. Danny’s dad was seriously intimidating. The back door opened in the kitchen and quite a few people slipped out and fled, until Danny’s stepmum Louisa went and closed it. Sammie thought that was a bit odd: she’d been expecting the parents to be ordering everyone to leave, not keeping them in…
“I’VE GOT A GOOD MIND TO CALL THE POLICE,” announced Danny’s father in a fury, “I CAN SMELL DOPE, DON’T THINK I CAN’T. AND AT THE VERY LEAST YOUR PARENTS ARE GOING TO BE TOLD. YOU KNEW MY WIFE AND I WERE AWAY, SO I’M GOING TO WARN THEM WHAT THEY CAN EXPECT IF THEY’RE SILLY ENOUGH TO TRUST YOU LIKE I DID! WHAT KIND OF STATE WOULD THE PLACE HAVE BEEN IN IF OUR FLIGHT HADN’T BEEN CANCELLED?”
Gasps of alarm rippled through the room. Police? Parents? Most of the gang had visions of allowances cut, curfews imposed, internet cut off, phones confiscated, or even court appearances. In any case Mr Taylor’s sheer ferocity was terrifying all on its own. No wonder he was the boss of his own company.
He whipped out his phone and took photos of all of them, then went into the kitchen and hall and snapped the guilty kids there too. Now, clearly, he could find out who they all were and prove they’d been here.
Sammie, for no real reason other than wanting to help the gang and feeling she might be able to influence things for the better, went up to him.
“I am so sorry Mr Taylor,” she said, standing very slightly too close to him (a weapon she had recently discovered) “you are right I knew you wouldn’t like it and I was wrong. I do apologise, and I will help to clear up and do anything I can. I’ll hoover and wipe down and polish all the surfaces and everything.”
“I see,” Mr Taylor regarded her with disfavour, albeit with his rage fading somewhat as she’d hoped, “well why don’t you show me the mess upstairs, Miss Belatedly Regretful? DANNY! CLEAR UP! NOBODY LEAVES, UNDERSTOOD? WORK!” and with that he ushered Sammie into the hall and up the stairs ahead of him. She was fairly sure he’d be looking at the tops of her legs, and perhaps even getting glimpses of her white panties.
There was nothing to see upstairs anyway, the party hadn’t reached that stage yet, so after a quick look in each room they ended up back on the landing. Mr Taylor looked at Sammie.
“Have you been smoking?” he asked. She knew he meant dope.
“No,” she said, looking him in the eye.
“You’ve been drinking though. How old are you?”
“Sixteen,” she lied; she’d found that was the oldest she could get away with. “This isn’t a public place though.”
“You don’t have your parents’ permission, however…” he was surprised to find her starting to argue with him.
“I might have.” Sammie opened fire with her smile. She was still exploring what she could do with it.
Alan Taylor found himself disarmed. For all his aggressiveness he was a romantic man and girls were not often far from his thoughts. It was no accident that a few months ago he’d appointed a gorgeous young PA, yielded to temptation and ended up splitting with his second wife and marrying the PA - Louisa. Now this girl was looking directly up at him, more appealing than…well he didn’t know what. That smile…
“Oh, here you are,” Mrs Taylor had come up, her antennae tuned to her husband’s susceptibilities. She looked at Sammie with almost as much disapproval as her husband had earlier.
“Hello, we were just checking,” Sammie smiled at her, “for damage; and Mr Taylor was checking I haven’t been drinking too much. But I haven’t…not really.”
Without planning to she let herself sound a bit pissed. Not that it took a lot of effort after almost three Budweisers, but it was an instinct.
“Well, let’s go down,” said Mrs Taylor, standing to one side making it clear she expected the others to go first. She was hardly any taller than Sammie and only in her mid-twenties, but she was impressively confident. Sammie felt the woman’s eyes on her as she went past and down the stairs. She could see why Mr Taylor had gone for her: she was sexy. Very good-looking, in perfect shape, with long hair and attitude.
In the kitchen and living-room Danny and the others were cleaning up. Even in the one hour the party had been going a lot of drink had been spilled; there were wet patches on the carpet and the sofa, and a couple of cigarette burns; the coffee table had scratches, glass rings on it, and a huge cigarette burn where one had been put down on the edge and then forgotten; a little statuette lay in two pieces on the mantelpiece.
Sammie could feel Mr Taylor seething right behind her. She suspected he was someone who was very particular.
“Right we’ll start with you,” he said. He was talking to her! “What’s your name and where do you live? In fact, give me your parents’ number.”
Sammie turned to see he had his phone in his hand, his finger poised to type in and dial. She didn’t need this; her parents were enough hassle already. And it was so unfair, she hadn’t spilled anything.
“Oh looking for an easy victim?” she snapped, “Great! Just because I haven’t done anything and offered to help! I’m the youngest and a girl so you think you can pick on me!”
Mr Taylor’s face was going red. People didn’t mess with him. Or at least, only once, was his favourite little joke. Still, the girl was defiant, he couldn’t actually touch her and he didn’t want to lose his grip on the others with an argument; he needed a quick capitulation…he turned on the nearest boy, who happened to be Danny.
“Danny! Give me your phone!” He held out his hand and Danny surrendered it to his father. Mr Taylor moved to the next boy, with the same result, then the girl next to him, and like dominoes one by one the gang gave up their precious phones. Mr Taylor’s presence was overwhelming.
He made his way to the kitchen, filling his pockets with the phones, beating down all resistance. Sammie was nervous about him coming back to her, as he surely would.
“Are you going to give us your phone or not?” said Mrs Taylor in her ear.
Sammie looked at her. To her surprise Mrs Taylor seemed more amused than anything.
“You can kiss my ass,” Sammie said. God! She was a bit pissed.
“Really?” replied Mrs Taylor, “is that what you’re going to give us then?”
While Sammie was trying to decipher what that meant she felt a hand on her ass! It was Mrs Taylor’s! It stroked slowly down, as though savouring it, all the way down onto her bare thigh. It stopped and started to move back up. Sammie moved sideways before the sensuous, inappropriate hand could lift her skirt, and looked into Mrs Taylor’s face. She saw a challenging half smile there.
For a moment she was intimidated; nobody had touched her like that before, never mind a woman. Then she decided it was Mrs Taylor trying to frighten her. Mrs Taylor who had come rushing upstairs to fend her off from her husband…
Sammie didn’t have much experience but she’d felt Mr Taylor being a bit susceptible to her. In fact now she looked at Mrs Taylor she realised she and her looked a bit alike: brown hair – though Mrs Taylor’s was wavy and lighter - greenish eyes, similar slender build…
Mrs Taylor was defending her husband from Sammie! Young as Sammie was. It was a revelation. Anyway she wasn’t taking any crap.
“In your dreams,” she returned the challenging smile, she hoped.
Mr Taylor was back, anyway. “Right! Now yours young lady.” He held his hand out expectantly.
Sammie shook her head and Mr Taylor stepped right up into her face, forcing her to back away or look almost vertically up at him. Sammie had been thinking though. Nobody had ever hit her and she didn’t think that was likely to start now. And if Mrs Taylor thought she was a threat then…
“You can’t make me,” she said, glancing up then looking at his big, square chin, “it’s mine. You have no right to go round taking people’s phones.”
“Oh really!” Mr Taylor was going red in the face again, “and do you think you have a right to go round smashing people’s houses up?”
“I didn’t…” started Sammie, but Mrs Taylor interrupted.
“She says we can kiss her ass,” she informed her husband.
“Does she indeed?” Mr Taylor rasped.
Sammie could see everyone was watching. Danny looked upset and humiliated, not like his usual cocky self at all, and in fact the whole gang was browbeaten and put down. They were looking at her, awaiting what was going to happen. They all expected her to give up her phone, obviously.
Sammie was not averse to being the centre of attention. Actually, she quite liked it, and now all this made her feel like sticking up for the gang as well; impressing them and proving that even if she was a couple of years younger she deserved to be with them.
Also, although she wasn’t really aware of it, she was exploring her power as a grown-up – or at least someone who was no longer a child – and this was a whole new level of opportunity. If she was up to it.
“Yes, I did,” she looked defiantly up into the man’s glaring face, “you CAN kiss my ass! In fact you can kiss me anywhere, if you give the phones back and don’t call everyone’s parents!”
A huge gasp went through the room. Mr Taylor stood back and looked at her in amazement. Mrs Taylor laughed.
“Oh you don’t have to do that,” said Danny protectively, “it’s not like forever is it Dad?”
“I haven’t decided,” said Mr Taylor, playing for time, not really believing the offer was serious, yet not quite able to dismiss it as he knew he should.
“I think we should accept,” said Mrs Taylor with a grin, “that is, if Miss Sexyknickers is really genuine…”
“Of course it’s genuine,“ Sammie wasn’t backing down, “but you have to give the phones back and not call. Is it a deal?” She could see Mr Taylor’s attitude changing by the second as he looked at her, taking in her lacy bra and the tapering shape of her chest through her half-see-through top. She watched his eyes drift ineluctably down from her little waist to her bare legs.
“It’s alright Danny,” she added, “I know what I’m doing.” She didn’t really have a clue what she was doing of course, it was uncharted waters, but that was the point. This was beyond exciting. She didn’t know Danny’s dad but she sort of liked him; just because he was angry now didn’t mean he was bad. His aggression was straightforward and not unreasonable in the circumstances. And she liked Mrs Taylor who was a bit of a fighter like herself and obviously didn’t kowtow to her powerful husband. They were a strong, good-looking couple and she admired them. Whether she could get into this with them, get the phones back and not let them control her was a challenge; the most exciting challenge ever.
Alan Taylor wanted to accept the offer. Kissing this girl all over would be amazing, and if Louisa was included in the deal then on the 1-10 scale of sexiness that would be an easy 11. It was pretty obvious Louisa fancied the little teen hotness. Then fucking Louisa while this stunning young girl was naked in the room with them would be…completely incredible.
How to arrange it though? He didn’t want to do an obvious volte-face for a probable fifteen-years-old nymphet in front of his son and all his friends; if she was sixteen he was Father Christmas. Either way it was unbecoming for a man of forty-one to be involved with such a young girl. Not that she wasn’t ready, clearly…
“Let’s see then,” Louisa came to his rescue; she didn’t care what the kids thought: “If you’re really up for it…what’s your name?”
“I’m Sammie. What’s yours?” replied Sammie, “and don’t say ‘Mrs Taylor’…“
The Taylors’ four eyebrows lifted. “I’m Louisa, you little minx, and this is Alan,” said Louisa, grinning at the effrontery. She looked at Alan: “We’ll see. I’ll call you. If she lets me kiss her all over you can give the phones back.” She ushered Sammie out into the hall.
So without having to agree to it, Alan had the deal he wanted. He stared down Danny and his friends as all of them listened to Sammie and Louisa going up the stairs, their eyes tracking the progress up the wall. He was thinking he wouldn’t mind getting rid of this audience if Louisa did indeed kiss Sammie all over. Or even if she didn’t. He felt more like sex now than punishing the kids. He put some classical music on and sat down in his armchair, gesturing at his son to carry on with the cleanup.
Sammie went upstairs at a trot, determined not to seem reluctant. The kisses were not going to be something Louisa and Alan took from her, like making her a victim or being in control. She was going to give them, like a favour or her part of the deal. She wasn’t going to be a little girl being bossed about by Louisa either.
So to Louisa’s surprise as soon as they got into the big main bedroom the fifteen-year-old started stripping.
She took off her shoes, then stood and looked at Louisa while she undid the buttons of her blouse, one at a time. Teasing, she slid the open blouse off first one shoulder, then the other. She shook her arms and with a rustle the garment slid onto the floor.
She undid the button on her skirt, and took a good ten seconds undoing the zip. She raised her hands high above her head and wiggled her hips to nudge the skirt on its way, until it passed the point of no return and slid down to the floor.
Without pausing - in case Louisa should start telling her what to do - Sammie reached behind and undid her bra; then she stood still for a moment, looking at Louisa whose mouth had dropped open slightly. Sammie held her elbows out and eased the straps off her shoulders, before with tantalising slowness lowering her arms and letting the bra cups slide forwards.
She had never done anything like this before!! She’d watched videos though.
For a few amazing moments she let her bra hang just barely on her tits, then she gave them a little shake so the bra fell off down her arms and onto the floor. She was thrilled to see Louisa gazing raptly at her pert breasts that stuck out so nicely and were almost half covered in her huge dark-pink nipples. She couldn’t help giving a little giggle. They were, she knew from the web and comments in the showers at school, a bit special.
She made herself keep moving, slowly. She slid her thumbs into the waistband of her little bikini panties and slid them down an inch, then stopped.
Now it was time to look challengingly at Louisa. Louisa who was a woman and so stunning and strong and desirable, gazing at her with that captivated expression…
Louisa dragged her gaze up to the girl’s face: “Go on,” she breathed.
“Go on what?” said Sammie.
“Go on, please,” said Louisa, “you little madam. Just you wait...”
Sammie grinned cheekily at her and lowered her panties a bit more, revealing the start of her bush. She’d kept it neatly trimmed for just such a time as this, though it had seemed a mere fantasy. She slid the panties down a bit more, then a bit more.
Now there was the last tricky bit to manage. In the couple of minutes since she’d started she’d been thinking about it.
She sat back on the bed, well on it, and lay back. Lifted her legs, right up, keeping them straight, then bent them right back over her head. Louisa had a perfect view of her cameltoe and rosebud and a demonstration of her flexibility. She slid the panties along past her knees, then at the last moment bent her legs slightly and pulled the panties over her feet and off.
She was naked, with someone. With an older woman who was almost a stranger, and fancied her. It was the most thrilling moment of her life. So far.
Sammie lowered her legs and opened them. Her last secret place was revealed: Louisa had a perfect view of her pussy.
She rotated to lie fully on the bed, on her side, and grinned at Louisa. “Which bits do you want to kiss?” she asked. She was astonished how cool she felt about being naked. And being about to be kissed absolutely anywhere. She was so glad she’d done those nude sunbed sessions that made her look a bit like she was naked all the time.
Louisa sat down on the edge of the bed. She lifted Sammie’s right hand and kissed the back of it, then kissed her way along the arm. They were slow, deliberate kisses, each one a warm, delicate touch lasting for a second or two; they seemed to mean something.
Sammie was electrified; she hadn’t realised it would feel like this.
Louisa reached her shoulder and put an arm across to balance. She leaned over to start kissing down the lovely delicate ribcage, and made her way gradually along the slender girl’s body, over her hip and down the thigh, the lovely full calf, to her foot. The skin was young, perfect, superfine, with a delicious light tan all over and an irresistible feminine aroma. The shape and texture was lean, lithe; with warm, fit muscle in a beautiful shape.
Louisa’s long hair had draped onto Sammie’s body and followed her all the way down.
“If you want to touch me you ought to take your clothes off too, don’t you think?” said Sammie, hardly able to keep her hands away from her smouldering pussy but trying to appear cool.
“That wasn’t in the deal,” said Louisa, sparring but thrilled.
“Yes but you want to do more than kiss me, don’t you?”
“How far do you want to go?” Louisa couldn’t keep the arousal out of her voice.
“Can I say ‘stop’?” for the first time Sammie sounded junior; but it would be OK, she was fairly sure now.
“Of course you can,” Louisa started to wonder if it might be Sammie’s first time despite the confidence and bravado, “but somehow I don’t think you will.” She smiled at the teen and stood up. “Undress me.”
Sammie thought about defying the blatant order, but then started wondering about how she would set about stripping the gorgeous twenty-something. It could be done in different ways, couldn’t it? Anyway by now it was obvious Louisa wasn’t going to try and push her around. Not seriously anyway. Sammie got off the bed and walked behind Louisa and started pulling the cardigan off one arm.
The door opened and Mr Taylor came in. He goggled at the scene before him. Sammie reflexively hid her nude body behind Louisa.
“I thought you were going to call me,” Mr Taylor said.
“Sorry,” said Louisa.
“Anyway I’ve sent them all away; apart from Danny and Jen obviously.” Jen was Danny’s girl of the moment. Alan saw Sammie looking at him in her impertinent way, over Louisa’s shoulder. “With their phones yes. It was pretty obvious the kissing was happening even if you weren’t calling me.” The two faces together – both stunning, similar yet different - right next to each other, made it hard to think.
“Sorry,” said Louisa again, “I was just going to.”
Sammie watched Louisa smile affectionately at her husband, seeming not too bothered about it even though it was pretty obvious she hadn’t been about to call him at all. It was fascinating how Louisa and this aggressive man acted together. Louisa just wasn’t afraid. It seemed to work simply not to worry too much…
“We decided we should both be undressed to do the kissing,” Sammie told him, feeling somehow that Louisa would go along with the fib. She finished off the cardigan and crouched down to do the shoes, then the socks; clothes for travelling, of course. Mr Taylor would be able to see her ass and some of her tits.
“Okay well you can come and strip me,” said Mr Taylor.
“I have to do Louisa first,” Sammie refused him with a smile. Both came easily to her. “Then we both could?” She stood up.
“I’ll come and help then,” Mr Taylor took the initiative away from the girl and was gratified to see her cocky expression change briefly to alarm as he came up so close to her naked young body, a mere metre away and just Louisa between them. He swiftly undid Louisa’s trousers and pulled them down, then away as she lifted her right foot followed by her left.
From the other side of Louisa Sammie struggled to adjust and not be intimidated by this decisive, confident man. She reached round to undo the buttons on Louisa’s blouse, but found Mr Taylor’s fingers already there.
“You’re not supposed to touch me until you’re naked,” she said. How unreasonable could she be? It was interesting…
“Get on with it then,” replied Mr Taylor, pulling his hands away and taking a step back. Sammie chalked that up as a partial victory. It occurred to her to start being a bit sexy with Louisa, anyway, while Mr Taylor watched…
Sammie finished the buttons and then eased the blouse back off Louisa’s shoulders and down her arms. Thinking of videos she’d seen she undid the bra catch and pressed herself against Louisa’s back, and was rewarded with hearing Louisa gasp sexily. Sammie kissed the side of Louisa’s neck, then kissed along the perfect straight shoulder and ran her hands up the older woman’s lovely flat tummy. She could feel Louisa trembling a little, leaning back into her – she loved to be touched it was clear. Sammie eased her fingers under the loose bra. The bra fell away and she lost track of it because now she was daring to cup the perfect C-cup breasts in her hands. They were soft, but firm. Jutting. And sensitive: Louisa’s breathing was more of a series of gasps now.
Sammie trapped the erect nipples between her fingers and gave them a gentle tug.
“Alright never mind,” Mr Taylor was getting our of his clothes on his own, “just don’t stop! Christ!” In a few seconds his clothes were on a chair and his big, erect cock was in his hand.
“Not bad is he?” Louisa said to Sammie over her shoulder.
“No,” said Sammie automatically, registering that Mr Taylor looked like a rugby player with his broad shoulders and a lot of muscle, strong legs and flat tummy. A bit hairy but not too much. He was in much better shape than her dad. No bald bits or flab. His cock looked like it belonged on him: not especially long, but thick. Potent. A strong, confident cock on a strong, confident man. Was it going to end up inside Louisa, in front of her? She had no idea, this whole situation was way beyond anything she could imagine or predict. He still seemed to really fancy his wife, at least.
Sammy took hold of Louisa’s panties and slowly crouched as she pulled them down her legs. Louisa stepped out of them and turned round; her pussy was shaved smooth. That made Sammie want to touch it, but she oughtn’t. She stood up.
“Ready to be kissed?” Louisa asked. She didn’t wait for an answer but put her hands under Sammie’s jaw and ears and kissed her on the mouth.
Sammie’s first instinct was to struggle free – Louisa wasn’t any stronger than her she didn’t think – but then the feeling came through: the soft, warm lips that had kissed her arm so amazingly were even more amazing on her own lips. The sensation was incredible. Her lips sensed so much more than her arm. Her nose was inhaling Louisa’s enticing fragrance.
Now the hands were round the back of her head, in her hair, pressing the two of them together, all the time the lips moving, and Louisa’s tongue pushing to be let into her mouth. Sammie opened her mouth, and pushed her own tongue into Louisa’s.
The intimacy was unexpected and amazing. Sammie had been thinking being kissed everywhere would be a challenge and a laugh, and quite sexy. But here was all this affection; the warm, soft, fragrant skin. Now Louisa’s sensitive hands were stroking lightly over her back, urging them together so her tits were squashing onto Louisa’s…
Out of the corner of her eye she saw Mr Taylor take his hand off his cock; she broke the kiss to stare. It was waving around slightly, pointing up. God! Without his hand round it it looked really…phallic. Right here in front of her! Mr Taylor smiled at her.
“It’s for Louisa, don’t worry,” he said.
“I wasn’t worried.” Still, it was nice to know that’s how he was thinking.
“Good.” He was friendly now. Though it was like he would always have a reply to anything she said.
Louisa looked round at her husband. “It’ll go off if he keeps touching it,” she told Sammie, “he’s a complete sex fiend.”
“Sex fiend,” Sammie repeated the words, savouring them.
“That’s your sort of fiend, by the feel of it,” Louisa was grinning
It made Sammie realise she WAS feeling sexy. She gave Louisa a squeeze, giving her senses another burst from the warm skin. “I’m a sex fairy,” she whispered. It was the first time she’d even had that thought.
“You’re gorgeous,” Louisa whispered back, “he’s mine though, OK?”
“OK,” Sammie was more interested in Louisa right now in any case. Then she was amazed Louisa had said that; of course he was hers. Well…maybe Louisa was reassuring her that Mr Taylor wouldn’t make a move on her.
Louisa’s hands were on her ass, stroking, cupping and digging in with her fingers. It felt incredible. Sammie became aware of her own gasping.
Louisa nudged her towards the bed and Sammie let herself be guided over and then be pushed back onto it. Before Louisa could tell her she lay back and opened her legs. She stared unfocussed up at the ceiling as she felt first fingertips and then the lips, working their way slowly up the inside of her left leg.
Her right hand slid automatically onto her clit and gave it a press. She slid her fingers over her labia and felt the cool of her juice as she spread it around. Louisa’s fingers touched hers, gripped them gently and lifted them out of the way, The kisses were on the inside of her thigh right at the top…Aaaahhhh her pussy was being kissed!!!!
She was having her first sex with another person. And it was Danny’s mother! Well, his stepmother, with his dad watching. She, Sammie, was a lesbian. A lesbian sex fairy. Oooohhh what was that? She had to look…Louisa had a finger in her, pumping it in and out…the view disappeared, blocked out by Louisa’s head as she descended on her clit…Oooohhhh!!
Sammie moaned loudly as she was eaten, expertly, by this gorgeous girl. Or woman, She wasn’t a woman like her mum though, she was a woman like a model.
The blood rushed through Sammie’s head. Was she going to cum, being lezzed by Danny’s mum? In front of his dad? She looked – his face was totally intent, staring at her, while his cock stuck out, just waiting to fuck a girl and cum in her; looking so big and masculine and strong.
She ran her fingers into Louisa’s long hair and stroked through it, stroking her head with her fingertips to encourage her…her pussy was going mental.
Just before her orgasm started Louisa lifted her head and slid up alongside her. Sammie bucked in frustration but then Louisa’s deft, sensual hand resumed its work on her pussy, one finger pumping slowly in and out with the ones on either side squeezing her labia and the heel of her palm rubbing slowly over her clit. Sammie was teetering right on the brink, shuddering with sex.
Louisa kissed her on the mouth with her wet face and Sammie loved it. God! This was sexxxxx! Louisa kissed her face all over for quite a few seconds, then shifted and started kissing her tits. Her huge, sensitive nipples. The electricity zinged through her body, meeting up with the fire from her incandescent pussy . The sheer cliff of a monster orgasm beckoned…
She felt something and looked…there was Mr Taylor, looming over her, in between her legs, looking crazed.
“Alan!” Louisa gripped his arm, trying to get through to him, but he was beyond reach. He dipped and lined up his huge cock with Sammie’s virginal fifteen-year-old pussy…
Sammie had a second in which she could have made a big fuss and escaped. But she was sex-crazed too. Without consulting her brain her pelvis flexed up, her thighs spread even wider, and in an instant the cock was sliding in. Two inches wide or whatever thickness it was, it didn’t make any difference.
His big hands spread under her ass, taking control of her, and in two strokes she felt his bone press on her clit and pressure all around her pussy. It had been so easy. So right; so elemental and natural.
She hardly had time to register the sensation deep inside her pussy before the cock was being withdrawn; then it pressed back in and stayed there. Now it WAS deep. Mr Taylor was making a deep groaning, grunting noise. Sammie could feel him forcing himself not to move, because like her he was right on the edge!!
She felt Louisa again, fondling and sucking her tits; her tits with the enormous areolas that could nearly get her off on their own. Louisa! Louisa had told her not to fuck her husband…but she couldn’t help it…
“Sorry!” Sammie managed to gasp, gripping Louisa’s shoulder.
“Go for it,” Louisa said, looking up with a wild grin on her stunning face, “it’s amazing. It’s OK. Go for it. Cum for us.”
The words finished it. With a huge groan Sammie thrust her pelvis up and started. She grabbed Mr Taylor’s neck with one hand and Louisa’s shoulder with the other. The convulsions took over and her fit young pussy clenched round the big cock inside her. Mr Taylor’s powerful body hastily began to fuck in and out, hard and fast, even as his cock started to spurt.
Sammie was out of control, pressing, thrusting, gripping and spasming while her body desperately sought the sperm that was in Mr Taylor’s big balls.
Mr Taylor was equally out of control pumping sperm into the fit, healthy teen womb, as instinct demanded. Spurt! Spurt! He felt each jet coinciding with his manic thrusts, squirting his life force deep, deep into this fabulous, irresistible girl! A girl so sexy, strong, defiant, wilful, and gorgeous. Squirt! Squirt! Squirt! She was orgasming like crazy, sucking the semen out of him and into her.
It went on and on, for some unknowable period of time, the blood roaring through them and their senses swamped with elemental sex.
Then eventually Sammie gave one long, long thrust up against the man who was inside her, before subsiding, gasping. Christ.
Mr Taylor subsided with her, stretching his arms out to hold his torso up while leaving his cock to soften inside her. Louisa moved to lie along side Sammie, kissing her cheek and stroking her hair.
“Sammie, Sammie,” panted the big businessman, “that was…you did want it, didn’t you? I just…I just couldn’t not, you were so irresistible.”
“Oh yes I loved it…Alan,” Sammie could speak, but only quietly, “it was the most amazing ever!”
Her pussy was still tingling, but in a different way from before. She felt emotional and a bit confused; thrilled, but full of questions. What now?
She pulled on Louisa’s warm body and Alan moved his arm so his wife could put her arm round the teen he’d just fucked so suddenly and intensely. Sammie pulled Louisa’s long, wavy hair over her face and snuggled into the older woman. Her eyes closed, as Louisa’s delicate fingers stroked over her.