Wils Week chapter 8 (family fun, FF, wet dream)

CHAPTER 8 : Still Thursday

Gayla sighed and sat on the edge of her chair and picked up her glass of tea, draining the last of the contents in one gulp. She tried to decide what she should do, or even what she wanted to come of this, but before she could come to any conclusions Madeline came bustling back into the kitchen, carrying towels and washcloths, a can of shaving cream and a disposable razor.

“The asshole left this behind,” she said, setting the can on the table along with the other items. “Maybe the little slut likes him with a beard,” she added under her breath as she turned to the cabinet. She got a large bowl out of a cabinet and filled it with hot water from the sink, bringing it over to the table also. “Now, what else?” she asked herself, looking over the gathered items and tapping her chin thoughtfully with a finger. “Oh yes!” she gave Gayla a brief, mischievous smile, then hurriedly began rummaging through drawers and cabinets. She came back with scissors and a plastic sandwich bag. “Will this work?” she asked, handing the bag to Gayla along with the scissors. “It’s the only kind of baggie that I have.”

“I suppose so,” Gayla answered, looking down at it, trying to sound casual despite Maddie’s excitement and her own fluttering heart.

“Are you ready?” Madeline asked her excitedly. Without waiting for an answer, she pulled her chair around to face Gayla’s and sat down, untying her bathrobe and letting it fall open, revealing her naked body.

“Uh…okay,” Gayla said, looking at Madeline’s long, lean legs, flat tummy, and pert little breasts, her cherry red nipples standing erect with anticipation. Her skin was almost as pale as Gayla’s, white and creamy, and the hair between her legs was black as a raven’s wing, already trimmed into a neat triangle. Gayla caught herself staring. She had seen Maddie naked before, of course, when they had tried on clothes or occasionally when she would come over to talk while Maddie was in the bathtub, but she had never realized just how breathtakingly beautiful her young friend was. Catching Madeline’s eye, she blushed lightly and looked away, examining the items on the table, unsure of what to do first, trying to collect herself.

“Okay, yes,” she said more surely, as if finally making up her mind. She took one of the towels and laid it on the floor in front of Maddie. “Scoot your bottom forward,” she instructed. Kneeling down on the folded towel, she gently pushed Maddie’s knees apart, pausing for a moment to stare at her intimately exposed vulva, then moved in closer. “Here, you hold this,” she said, opening the plastic bag and handing it to Madeline. Taking a deep breath to steady her nerves, she reached out and began to fluff up the hair on Maddie’s pussy.

Madeline held the bag open above her stomach, unable to control the shaking of her hands. She watched as Gayla began to carefully snip off tufts of hair and drop them into the bag. Electric tingles shot from her clit every time Gayla touched her. Her pussy was so hot, surely Gayla must be able to feel the heat coming off it. She looked at Gayla’s face, her brow knit in concentration, her pink tongue coming out to wet her full lips. Even with no makeup she was beautiful. Madeline closed her eyes. She longed to feel that tongue stroking her clit, those soft lips on her pussy. It had been so long. Eddie didn’t like to eat her. She longed for a soft, wet tongue to touch her clit, slip deep into her folds, seek the juices, feel the heat, just like…

She was snapped out of her reverie by Gayla pulling the plastic bag from her fingers, sealing it and laying it on the table. She dipped a washcloth in the bowl of hot water and used it to wet down the short hairs remaining on Madeline’s mound. Madeline gasped as the hot cloth made contact, then Gayla was squirting shaving cream into her open palm. She began spreading the cream onto the bristling pubes with small circling motions. Madeline felt as if she could come very easily. “Gay?” she asked.

“Hmm?”

“Have you ever been with another woman?”

Gayla’s hand stopped for a split second, then resumed its motion. “No,” she answered.

“I have,” Madeline said quietly.

Gayla looked up at her in surprise. “You never told me that.”

“I know. I’ve never told another living soul, until now,” Madeline confessed. “It was when I was in college.”

Gayla wiped the excess shaving cream from her hands with the washcloth, then picked up the razor. As she began shaving, Madeline continued, “I was so awkward as a teenager, tall and gawky. I was miserable my first semester at college. I was homesick and didn’t know anyone. My roommate was a girl named Cheryl. She was pretty and popular, with chestnut brown hair. And she had big boobs, just like yours.” She giggled as Gayla paused to roll her eyes, having often told Madeline that there was nothing wrong with her having small boobs.

“Anyway, I was a little in awe of her, she seemed so much more worldly and mature than me,” Madeline continued, watching as Gayla resumed shaving, working her way from the top down. “She was always bringing boys back to the room and I’d have to get lost until they were through. Then one night there was a huge thunderstorm, with lightning and hail. Cheryl said she was scared of the storm and asked if she could get into bed with me. I said okay and lifted the covers and she climbed in. There was a really loud crash of thunder and she grabbed hold of me, buried her head in my chest. She was shivering, so I put my arms around her. For once, I felt like the grown-up.” She was quiet for a moment, remembering.

Gayla was shaving close to Madeline’s vagina now, pulling the skin taut, causing the soapy slit to open and close, the inside looking red and moist. “After a while, she stopped shivering,” Madeline said slowly. “I was becoming increasingly aware of her body against mine, and the smell of her, so close. Her thigh was between my legs, and her crotch was pressing against my thigh. She moved her hand, to push the hair out of her eyes or something, and when she put it back down, her fingertips were just touching my breast.” She reached her left hand up to lightly touch the underside of her right breast.

A shiver ran up Madeline’s spine as Gayla touched her, the razor coming very close to her clit now. Taking a deep breath, she continued her story. “As we were lying there listening to the thunder and each other’s breathing, Cheryl very slowly slid her hand up until she was cupping my whole breast in her palm. She looked up at me. It was very dark except when the lightning flashed, then I could see into her eyes. She had beautiful green eyes, also just like yours.” Gayla glanced up at her briefly, smiling at the compliment. “And then she kissed me, on the lips,” Madeline said. She shuddered at the memory. “My nipple was as hard as a diamond, and she was playing with it through my nightgown as she kissed me. It was a deep French kiss and her lips were so soft. It was the most passionate kiss I’ve ever had in my life. I could hardly breathe and my heart was pounding.”

Gayla knew how she felt. Madeline’s story was getting her very excited. That and the fact that she was touching Madeline’s most intimate areas as she had never before touched another woman. Her own heart was thudding heavily and she was getting increasingly warm, despite her near nakedness. Now she felt honest compassion for Maddie. If she felt this way from Maddie’s story, what must her own sexy stories have done to Maddie, having gone without sex for such a long time? She gazed lovingly up at Maddie’s face for a moment before returning to her unconventional bit of barbering.

“Before I knew it, she had us both naked,” Madeline said. “She was sucking on my titties and fingering my snatch, driving me wild. Then she just crawled down there and pushed my legs wide apart and started eating my pussy. I guess I wasn’t her first girl because she definitely knew what she was doing. I had only been with a few high school boys before then, and all they wanted to do was jump on and hump away until they squirted. Come to think of it, so did Eddie.” She sighed wistfully. “But Cheryl knew just how to please me. I was squirming and writhing on the sheets, I’ll tell you. She’s still the only one who has ever made me cum orally.”

Gayla thought she detected a hint of a question in Maddie’s tone, as if she wanted Gayla to say she was going to change that fact. She stared at Maddie’s vagina as she shaved down each side, wondering if she could do what she knew Maddie wanted. She had fantasized about being with another woman of course, but never thought that she would ever actually do it. But then again, she never thought that she would be with three men while her husband looked on, either. Leaving the unspoken question unanswered for the time being, she asked Maddie, “And did you eat her pussy, also?”

“Oh yeah,” Maddie laughed. “Not that she gave me any choice about it. After she’d made me cum, she climbed up over my body and stuck it right in my face. I’d never even thought about licking cunt, didn’t know what to do, so I just tried to do what she had done. Anyway, with a little coaching from her I got the job done. Her cries of pleasure sounded as she creamed all over my face. Then we went to sleep in each other’s arms. It was the first time I’d ever slept with a lover.” Again she gave a wistful sigh. “When I woke up, though, she was back in her own bed.”

“Was that the only time?” Gayla asked.

“No,” Madeline answered with a shake of her head. “I was embarrassed at first, but she acted the same as always, as if nothing had happened. That hurt me. I was in love with her, but she didn’t seem to even notice. After a while, I began to doubt that it had even happened, like maybe I’d dreamed the whole thing. But a few nights later I woke up to her crawling in bed with me, and we made love again. Afterwards, I told her that I loved her. She just smiled and kissed me. I think she was used to hearing it. After that I would lie awake every night hoping she was going to come to me.”

“You never went to her?” Gayla asked without looking up. She was carefully shaving away the last remaining little hairs from around Maddie’s vaginal opening.

“Oh no, I was way too timid for that,” Madeline said. “She was definitely in control. She still saw just as many guys as before, but once or twice a week she would come to my bed, sometimes on the same night she’d been with one of them. A few times she heard me crying and came over to make love to me. She told me that she liked boys too much to be with only me, but that I was her only girl. I was jealous and hurt, but there was nothing I could do about it.”

Gayla had finished her shaving, and now dropped the razor into the bowl of soapy water. She picked up a clean washcloth and rose to her feet, going over to the sink and turning on the water. “How did it end?” she asked as she soaked the cloth in steaming hot water from the tap.

“She got pregnant and dropped out. She convinced some rich guy that the baby was his and he married her. I was heartbroken. I finished out the semester then came home and never went back.” She watched Gayla coming back toward her, walking less awkwardly now than when she had first come in, and looking sexy as hell in her unbuttoned shirt. “Anyway, I moped around for awhile, then started nursing school. Before long I was dating guys again, then I met Eddie, the love of my life.” She accented the last with a derisive snort. “The rest you know.”

Gayla smiled at her as she once again knelt between Maddie’s spread thighs. She draped the steaming washcloth over the bare skin of Maddie’s mound, eliciting a sensual sigh of pleasure. She let the heat soak in for a moment before starting to wipe away the excess shaving cream. Delicately, she spread apart the slit with two fingers, searching out every hidden fold where the cream might be hiding, feeling Maddie shudder as the soft cloth brushed her extended clitoris.

“There you go,” Gayla said when she had finished and laid the cloth aside. She sat back on her haunches and looked at her handiwork, admiring again the beauty of her young friend. Feeling Madeline looking at her, she slowly lifted her gaze to Maddie’s pleading eyes, seeing a look of such longing, that it nearly broke her heart. She knew Maddie wanted to ask but wouldn’t. For a moment, Gayla saw her as an awkward teenager, crying herself to sleep over a neglectful lover, and she was nearly overwhelmed with compassion, not to mention her own desire. They sat staring into each other’s eyes for a long moment, neither saying anything, hardly seeming to breathe at all, until Gayla slowly bent forward to place a feather light kiss on Madeline’s fresh-shaven mound, never breaking eye contact.

Madeline whimpered, half insane with desire, feeling Gayla’s hot breath on her pussy. Staring into Gayla’s beautiful green eyes, she slowly, very slowly, as if afraid any sudden movement would break the spell of the moment, slid her hands down her body to spread open her pussy slit, pulling the lips apart and causing her throbbing clitoris to poke out like a little button.

Gayla finally broke away from Madeline’s burning gaze, lowering her eyes to the reddish-purple nub standing out erect from Maddie’s crimson red pussy. After several long seconds of staring, she slowly stuck out her pink tongue and tentatively touched the tip to Maddie’s clit, as if testing the taste and temperature of an unfamiliar food. Feeling Madeline shudder and moan at that slight contact, she delicately stroked the tip of her tongue over the hot little bump, tracing little circles around it, then down along Maddie’s thin red labia. Opening her mouth wide, she glued her lips to the spread pussy and drove her tongue into the hot, wet, silky-soft interior. The taste was stronger than she had imagined, more pungent and tangy, the smell filling her nostrils. It was entirely different than when she tasted herself on Bill when kissing him after he had gone down on her. She snaked her tongue in as deep as it would reach, wriggling it around, then plunged it in and out several times, fucking Madeline with her tongue.

Backing off, Gayla smiled up at Madeline, bringing her hand up to her mouth. She stuck two fingers into her mouth, sucking on them, getting them slick with spit, then slid them slowly into Madeline’s pussy, causing her to groan deep in her throat. Gayla stroked them in and out in a slow steady rhythm, then brought her mouth back to Maddie’s clit and resumed flicking her tongue over it in short, rapid up and down strokes.

Madeline’s breaths were coming in ragged gasps as she felt herself beginning to cum already. “Oh, Gay,” she whimpered. “Oh do it Gay….Do it! Oh Gay! Oh Gay, I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna cum!” Her orgasm smashed into her like a runaway freight train. Her toes curled up, her eyes shut tightly, she gritted her teeth and squealed deep in her throat as every muscle in her body spasmed with pleasure. Her hips bucked uncontrollably as she kept cumming and cumming. It was the most intense orgasm she had felt in years, infinitely better than masturbation, or even the lackluster sex she’d had with Eddie in the last year or so of their marriage. Her body felt as if it had been waiting for this moment for a long, long time, awakening fully, as if from a long dormancy. As her orgasm finally subsided, leaving her trembling and panting, she opened her eyes and watched her beautiful friend give a last few lingering licks to her tingling clitoris before smiling up at her.

Tears welled heavily in Madeline’s eyes, one spilling out to slide down her flushed cheek. “Oh God, Gay,” she said in a throaty whisper, touching Gayla’s face lovingly with feather-light fingertips. “You don’t know how badly I needed that.” She sucked in a shuddering breath. “It’s been so long.”

“I know, dear, I know,” Gayla replied softly, reaching up to tenderly wipe away the tear. She rose up and leaned over Madeline’s body, her fingers still inside the drenched pussy, and lovingly kissed the salty wetness from her cheek.

“Thank you,” Madeline sighed as she felt Gayla’s heavy breasts press down on her own and her soft lips caress her cheek. “I love you, Gay,” she whispered, then immediately stiffened in alarm as Gayla backed off to look into her eyes. She hadn’t meant to say that, afraid that she would drive away the best friend she had ever had in her life. “I-I mean…” she stammered.

“Ssssh,” Gayla interrupted, putting her finger to Madeline’s lips to quiet her. “I know what you mean,” she said with a gentle smile. “I love you, too.” She leaned forward and kissed Maddie’s lips lightly, feeling her sigh with relief. They stared into each other’s eyes for a long moment, pausing at this critical juncture in their relationship, each wondering what lay ahead for them. Then, suddenly, their lips met again and they had stepped over the threshold and into a new and exciting beginning.

Madeline sucked hungrily as Gayla’s long tongue came probing into her mouth, intertwining with her own like two snakes in heat. She wrapped her arms around Gayla and pulled her tightly up against her, feeling her enormous soft breasts smooshed against her own. She moaned deep in her throat as Gayla’s fingers again began wriggling in her pussy, then stroking in and out.

Gayla broke the long kiss, leaving Maddie gasping for breath. She moved her lips across Madeline’s soft cheek to lick and nibble at her earlobe, then down her neck and finally to stop at her pert little tits. She licked one plump cherry nipple, squeezing the breast with her free hand to make the nipple stand out, then sucked it into her mouth, holding it between her teeth as her tongue flitted over it. She kept fucking her fingers in and out of Madeline’s hot pussy, kissing her way over to the other nipple and giving it equal treatment. Finally she moved back up to kiss Madeline’s hungry lips again before backing away to watch her fingers sliding wetly into Maddie’s naked hole. “I wish I had a cock so I could fuck you,” she said.

Madeline hesitated, then suggested, “I could go get my vibrator?”

Gayla seemed to consider for a moment. “No, I have a better idea,” she answered, reaching over to the table and picking up the cucumber from where Madeline had dropped it. “I’m going to give you a taste of Mr. Holmes,” she said, smiling at Madeline’s wide-eyed expression. She slowly withdrew her fingers from Madeline’s vagina and held them up in front of her, glistening wetly. She moved back to sit in her chair and placed the cucumber between her legs, sticking it between her thighs, leaving it jutting up from her lap like a massive green cock. She rubbed her wet fingers over the rounded tip, getting it slick with Madeline’s pussy juice. “Come and get it, baby,” she said, grinning wickedly, holding her free hand out toward Madeline.

Madeline stood slowly, letting the bathrobe slip from her shoulders as she rose, staring at Gayla as she stroked her pseudo-cock. She reached out and grasped Gayla’s hand, fingers interlaced, and allowed herself to be pulled forward. Straddling Gayla’s thighs, she took a deep breath, letting it out slowly to steady her nerves, and lowered herself until her pussy touched the blunt tip of the jutting cucumber, her left hand clutching Gayla’s shoulder for support.

Gayla took a firm hold on the thick cuke as Madeline lowered herself further, moaning as her vulva pushed firmly against it, but even with nearly her full weight resting on it, her tight vaginal opening refused to admit its girth. She pushed and wriggled until she was wincing in pain, finally standing up and nearly crying with frustration. “It’s no use, Gay,” she whined. “It just won’t go.”

“Just a second,” Gayla said, freeing her hand from Madeline’s. She reached over to the table and pulled the tub of butter over towards her. She dipped two fingers into the butter, which was soft and half melted from sitting out so long. Scooping out a generous glob, she smiled up a Maddie and said, “I saw this in a movie once.” She coated the top half of the cucumber, then reached out to smear the excess onto Maddie’s hairless vulva. Licking her fingers, she said, “Now, dear, let’s try it again.”

Madeline looked at her doubtfully, but she was so hot she was willing to try anything. She once again squatted and placed her yearning cunt on the tip of the enormous vegetable. Much to her surprise, it slid slowly into her, making her gasp and whimper as it stretched her pussy wider than it had ever been before. “Oh God, Gay!” she moaned. “It’s going in! It’s really going in!” Closing her eyes, she buried her face in Gayla’s neck, holding on tightly as she continued to slide down the green pole inch by inch, feeling Gayla’s hands reach around to grab her quivering ass cheeks. Finally she was sitting on Gayla’s lap, shuddering, two-thirds of the giant cucumber buried in her screaming cunt, the other third clenched firmly between Gayla’s thighs.

“Jesus, it’s so big,” Madeline groaned. She wiggled her hips, trying to get used to the size. “Are you sure his was this big?”

“If not bigger,” Gayla laughed, kissing Maddie’s breasts, nipping and sucking at her enormously erect nipples. “How would you like to have it in your ass?” she asked, giggling and reaching down to tickle Maddie’s asshole with the tip of her finger.

Madeline groaned again. “God, just let me survive this first, before you get any more ideas,” she replied, eliciting another giggle from Gayla. She ran her fingers through Gayla’s short red curls, grabbing two handfuls and tugging her head back so her face was lifted towards her own. “You don’t know how many times I’ve fantasized about this,” she whispered. “I’ve always wanted you. I still need a man, but you’ve been my dream for years, and even more so since Eddie left.”

“I’ve had fantasies, too, Maddie,” Gayla whispered back. “I just never knew.”

Madeline lowered her lips to Gayla’s, kissing her deeply, her tongue probing for Gayla’s. As they kissed passionately, she began to slowly raise and lower her pelvis, sliding her burning pussy up and down on the outrageous cock-substitute. As she began to get more worked up, she broke the kiss and threw her head back, moaning as she bounced faster and harder, driving herself onto the cucumber more insistently.

As Madeline rode the giant green vegetable, Gayla continued to lick and suck on her bouncing breasts and squeeze her firm little buttocks. She reached her left hand out to the table, again dipping her finger into the butter, coating it, then reached back around behind Maddie and speared it right into her tight little asshole. Madeline gasped loudly and slammed her pussy down harder and harder as Gayla finger-fucked her ass in identical rhythm. In a few more moments, she was cumming hard. The first one had been a flashfire orgasm, but this one was deeper, more intense. She gritted her teeth, moaning deep in her throat, and rode the waves of pleasure, holding Gayla’s head tightly to her bosom.

After her orgasm had finally subsided, Madeline eased herself off of the cucumber and settled herself onto Gayla’s lap. She held Gayla’s face between her hands and kissed her tenderly. “Thank you, Gay,” she murmured. “That was wonderful.” She reached down between them and pulled out the cucumber. Holding it out, she marveled, “I didn’t think my twat could take this thing.”

Gayla laughed as Madeline dropped the slick cucumber onto a napkin on the table. “Maybe I’ll introduce you to the real thing.”

“Does that mean you’re breaking up with me?” Madeline asked, exaggerating a pout.

“No, silly,” Gayla answered reaching up to wiggle Maddie’s nose playfully.

“Promise?” Madeline asked, suddenly serious. “You promise we’ll stay close no matter what happens?”

“Of course, darling,” Gayla said, leaning up to kiss Maddie’s lips softly. “But I do have to think of a way to tell Bill about us.” A hurt look came over Madeline’s face. “I can’t keep it from him, Maddie. But don’t worry. After yesterday, I don’t think he’ll have any objections.” She giggled. “Especially if we invite him to join us.”

“Well, okay, if you’re sure,” Madeline conceded. Brightening up a little, she asked, “would you like for me to do you now?”

“Oh no, dear. My cunny is much too sore.”

“Oh,” Madeline said dejectedly. Truth be told, she had fantasized more about eating Gayla’s pussy than having Gayla eat hers, wonderful as it was.

“In the meantime, though,” Gayla said, “I’ve decided to send Billy to you.”

Madeline’s eyes lit up. “Really?” she asked. “When?”

Gayla laughed at Madeline’s eagerness, arching her eyebrows. “You are a horny bitch, aren’t you?” she giggled, slapping Maddie on the ass.

“That’s me,” Madeline growled, leaning down to bite Gayla playfully on the neck. “I’m a bitch in heat.”

Gayla giggled and hugged Madeline tightly. “Truthfully, though,” she said seriously, “I think his sexual urges need to be steered away from me. And you’re the only one I trust enough.” Madeline kissed her lovingly on the cheek. “He shouldn’t know it was my idea, though,” Gayla continued. “We need some excuse to get the two of you alone together.”

“I know,” Madeline said. “I’ve been wanting to rearrange my bedroom furniture. He could come over and help.”

“Okay,” Gayla agreed. “How about tomorrow after his baseball practice? About 11:30? That would give you enough time before work.”

“Right,” Madeline said. “I’ll have to stop at the drug store and get condoms. I stopped taking the pill after Eddie left.” She shivered. Just thinking about it gave her goose bumps. Two fantasies come to life in two days, she thought wonderingly, neither one of which had she ever thought would happen.

“You just be gentle with my baby,” Gayla warned with mock sternness. “You brazen hussy,” she added, reaching down between their bellies to stroke Maddie’s slick pussy and slip her finger inside, causing Madeline to sigh with pleasure. She brought her finger back up to her mouth and tasted it. “Mmm, hot buttered pussy,” Gayla said, making Madeline giggle. “Here, taste it,” Gayla ordered, sticking the slick digit into Maddie’s mouth. Madeline licked and sucked it clean, relishing the taste, then kissed Gayla deeply and passionately. After a few minutes of gentle nuzzling, Gayla said, “I’m famished. Why don’t you go get cleaned up, love, and I’ll finish making lunch.”

Madeline nodded and stood up, bending over to give Gayla one last kiss. She picked up her robe and slung it over her shoulder, not bothering to put it on, then gathered up the shaving mess, handing the baggie of pubic hair to Gayla with a smile. Gayla laughed and slipped it into her shirt pocket, then leaned under the table to retrieve her discarded pants. Madeline headed up the stairs to take her second shower of the day.

* * * * *

Brianna was so embarrassed. She had dropped her books in the hall and all of the other students were laughing at her. She bent down and started picking up her books. She knew what was going to happen next. As she reached for the last book, someone kicked it. She scrambled after it, but it got kicked again. Then someone picked it up. She looked up. It was him. Peter McNamara, senior and star of the football team, and the cutest guy in school. She hurriedly got to her feet, blushing as he smiled at her. “Here you go, Brianna,” he said, handing it to her. He knows my name, she thought as she stammered a thank you, bedazzled by his white teeth and deep blue eyes.

It had happened last year at school, and she’d had a crush on him from that day forward. But this time it was different. She reached out to take the book, but when she looked down, she was holding his erect penis, only it was her brother Billy’s penis. She looked up into Peter’s still smiling face, then back down. Then she remembered to stroke it and started sliding her hand up and down the length of it. “C’mon Brie,” Peter said, “let me touch your tits.”

Suddenly the scene changed and she was standing in her bedroom, stark naked and still stroking Peter/Billy’s hard-on, while he squeezed and played with her breasts. “I think they’re beautiful, honey,” Mama said, appearing from nowhere and washing them with a soft warm washcloth. Then she washed off Peter’s rigid penis and began stroking it herself. “Now just kneel down and bend over the bed.”

Brianna did as she was told, leaning on the towel spread on the side of the bed and spreading her legs apart. “I’m going to use some lubricant to make you more comfortable,” she heard Mama say, then felt the slick finger slide into her butt and wiggle around. Brianna began to feel all hot and tingly, especially between her legs. She reached down and pressed her hand to her vagina, which was very wet. Peter was still smiling, and now Mama was guiding his big hard cock into Brianna’s tight little butthole. “Just try to relax, dear,” she said. “This will make you feel much better.”

Brianna gasped as the thing entered her, then Mama was holding her and pressing her big soft breast into Brianna’s face. Brianna found the fat, hard nipple and sucked it into her mouth, whimpering as Peter pushed his penis in and out of her asshole as fast as Billy had stroked his with her hand. “Okay, here it comes. Try and hold it as long as you can,” Mama said and Peter was shooting his stuff into her, spurt after spurt, filling her with the hot semen. Gasping with strain, she clenched her asshole, trying to hold it in as she was filled completely and more, straining and straining, until…. WHAM!!! She was engulfed in orgasm again and the slippery white goo came gushing out of her asshole and into the waiting pail, flowing and flowing as she came and came.

Brianna awoke with a start, her entire body still tingling and trembling as the orgasm subsided. She looked around, confused. She was in bed, lying curled up in a fetal position. She must have been sucking her thumb, because it was touching her lips and wet with saliva, and her other hand was between her thighs, pressed against her pussy. Just a dream, she thought, closing her eyes again and sighing as her heart rate returned to normal.

A wet dream, she amended, feeling the dampness between her legs. The crotch of her panties was soaked through. She shivered and kicked off the covers, then pulled off the sopping garment. She used a T shirt to wipe the wetness from her pussy, then wadded the panties and shirt into a ball and shoved them under the bed. It wasn’t cold, but she was shivering, so she snuggled back into her bed, pulling the covers up around her ears. Sleep was a long time returning.

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