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ʼTwas the night before Thanksgiving and all through the town the kids had returned from colleges to make the rounds.  The bars were full with revelers, so gay.  They sparkled, they glittered, they twinkled and they wanted to get laid.

Lola was decked out in sequins and lace.  Her hair was done up, her lipstick applied.  She wanted to fuck all of the pretty girls and guys.  I accompanied her to the local bar and watched her seduce and charm.  The guys bought her drinks as she touched their arms.  The women gave her the side-eye and raised the alarm.  This little tart was hitting on that one’s man.  The dirty slut, they thought, she has them drooling as if she were a honey baked ham!

Within an hour she had her prey.  She hopped in his car and he sped her away.

At his house, they had to tip-toe past the parents’ room.  It wasn’t like the dorms where all the coeds are up all night fucking till dawn.

He got her naked and into his bed.  It didn’t take much since she was eager to get on her knees and give head.

He put his hands through her hair and asked if she likes it rough.

“Shut the fuck up and give me all you got.”

He grinned like the Grinch and took out the cuffs.  He locked her to the bed and commenced ramming her muff.

“Is that your best?” she complained as she felt his sack sway into her clit.

He kicked it up a gear and grabbed her by her tits.

“Pull them,” she said.  And he did.

“Smack them,” she cried.  And he did.

“Stuff me with that cock,” she instructed over her shoulder.

He filled her cunt from base to tip.  He pulled out and began to dip in her rear.  When she didn’t complain, he did it again.  Deeper he delved in her bum fast, hard, and he filled her full of cum.

“Free me,” she begged and he did.  She turned and licked his dipstick clean.

“Freaky night, holy whore!” he said, amazed at the sight.

“You ain’t seen nothing yet,” she replied.

Lying on her back, he pulled her nipples and squeezed them tight.

“Perky,” he said.  Then, stretching them down to her navel, “Floppy.  Fat,” he added, slapping her belly.

“Whatever you want, you can do it to me.  I’m a demon of the night and I like to please.  Call me names, degrade and debase.  I like to tease.  I’m like Mary Magdalane – the holy profaned.”

He shook her like jelly and said, “I wish I could, but I’m spent.”

“Then get on your knees,” she said as she spread her legs over the edge of the bed, “and feast!”

He ate her giblets and drank her juices.  She was sweet white meat and he helped himself to seconds and thirds.

“Now my ass,” she said, turning over and spreading her cheeks.

She began to scream into the pillow, lest she be heard, but it was too late – a knock at the door and suddenly the boy’s mom was there meeting her son’s date.

“What’s all this noise?” she said, before gasping in shock.

He pulled his mouth back from Lola’s ass and stood up, displaying his cock.

“I’m calling your father,” said the mom in awe.

“Good,” said Lo, “because your boy went soft and I’ve got to cum at least once more.”

The dad arrived, groggy and half-dressed.  He stood in the door and saw his son needed a rest.

“I’m tapped out,” said the boy, yielding to his elder’s prominence.

“Go back to bed,” said the dad to his wife, “I’ll handle this.”

Lola’s pussy exposed, dripped and gaped.

The dad got behind and whipped out his cock, ramming it home, causing the bed to rock.

His wife watched and lusted for the same.  She removed her gown and got in the game.

All the commotion woke their daughter.  She watched in awe as her father filled her mother.

Old then young; young then old.  All as little sis with her locks of gold stood by and demanded to be told who this slut was, so bold.

“That’s Lola,” said her bro, “she’s insatiable!”

“We’ll see about that,” said the girl, removing her panties and shirt, exposing her neatly cropped blond bush and her boy-like breasts.

The whole happy fam was stuffing Lola’s holes, tenderizing her meat, basted by her flow.

Dad nestled his sugar-plumb in her bum without care.

Mom threw open her shutters and sash,

Fisting herself with the hope that her husband would soon be there.

Sis pulled at her tiny tits and spread her legs, lusting for Lola to lick her ass.

Lo’s tongue was quick and with a flick

Got the girl to cum as Lo came on dad’s dick.

Down the chimney he slipped his prick

As he looked at his daughter’s pretty nips that, like candy cherries, he bit.

Here I shall bring to a close these lines of doggerel,

With Lo on her knees taking it doggy-style.

The boy she picked up, sitting nearby,

His soft snood in his fist

As his sister spreads her golden fleece

For Lo to please.

Mom received a little kiss from all three.

ʼTwas a Thanksgiving for which all were grateful

That Lola came and ʼtwas Lola who came most of all!

Lola Cum-Covered

Masochistic Humiliation

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[Continued from Summertime: Dogs, Wieners, and Buns]

 

Knotty

“You left her there, like that, on the couch, mounted by her pup?”

“Yes,” said Lo, followed by, “Now have me, Daddy.”

“But wait,” I replied.  She walked away down the hallway to the bedroom.  By the time I got there, she was naked on the bed, lying on her tum, her bare feet dangling in the air above her, her legs spread wide.

“Daddy, come, play with my pussy,” she said.

I pulled off my clothes hastily and got on top of her.  To my surprise, she was engrossed in some photos on her phone.

“What are you looking at?” I inquired as I slowly inserted my cock between her dripping wet pussy lips and slid it in right down to the shaft.

She moaned and said, “Is that your idea of foreplay?  I said play with my pussy, not impale it.”

I pulled out.

“I didn’t say stop,” she grunted.

I slid in again.

“I thought your idea of foreplay,” said I, “was mounting my hard cock as I slept.”

“That’s only one idea.  There are a lot of others.”

“What are you looking at?” I asked again, more demanding now since her hands were deliberately covering the screen of her phone.

“Nothing,” she said.

She was lying.  I knew that.  I thought, “OK, let her have her little secrets.  I’ll find out later.”

“Why did you leave Scarlett?” I asked, trying to pump her for information.

“No talk.  Fuck,” she instructed.

I gave up on my curiosity and simply explored her deepest recesses with my prick rather than with my pointed words.

“My ass!” she said, reaching both hands behind her and grabbing her ass cheeks to spread them and give me a clear target.  “I want you to fuck my ass and then my puss and then my ass again – like a dog whose heat-seeking sensor keeps getting confused.”

It was an odd juxtaposition of simile and metaphor, but I was not going to nitpick at that moment.  It was clear that her experience with Scarlett had left a lasting impression.

I gave her what she had requested, back-then-front and back again.  In-out-in-out.  Cunt-rump, cunt-rump, repeat.  She was gushing.

The entire time she was looking down at her screen.

“Now,” she commanded, “ram it home up my ass.  NOW!”

No time to think.  Deep spelunking down her dark cavern.

“FUUUUUUCK!” was the response.  This was the key to unlock the water works as her pussy gushed forth all at once in a deluge resembling the explosion of a water balloon.

Everything was drenched – me, the bed, her legs.

She finally rolled over on her back and, her breasts heaving with her deep breaths, she managed to smile a grin of relief and whisper between inhaling, “Thank you, Daddy.”

I crawled up next to her and, after she regained her equilibrium, she squirmed on the soaking wet bed and took my cock in her mouth.  I was still hard.  I had not cum.  The pressure of performing outweighed the pleasure of putting it in her ass.

She began to lick and to insert my cock deep to the back of her throat as the fingers of her right hand tickled and cupped my testicles.

I took advantage of her preoccupation with insuring that I gain as much pleasure as she to grab her phone and discover what had her so enchanted while I fucked her.

The photos surprised me.  She had found a cache of Irena Ionesco’s photographs of her daughter Eva.  Apparently, the mother-daughter dynamic had appealed to her prurient imagination.

Eva

Eva

Eva

Eva and friend

Eva

Eva

Lola imitating Eva Ionesco’s photo

I wasn’t ready for my exquisite torture to be over just yet.

Reaching down and grabbing Lo’s thick mane – a move she usually loves because I’m usually holding her on my cock in the position that affords the most pleasure to me – I gently pulled her off of the bone she was so eager to fondle with her face.

“Lo, come here,” I whispered.

She looked up at me, disappointed.  She is not satisfied until and unless her fornication friend is satisfied.

“Is everything ok?” she asked.

“Yes,” I said.  “I just want to talk with you.  I want to hear your story.”

“I told you already.”

“No, I want to know more.”

She slid up from my crotch to lie on the pillow facing me as I was lying on my pillow.

“Like what?” she asked.

“Why did you leave Scarlett?”

“She was completely incapacitated.  Reilly had mounted her and was riding her good.  He had already cum – into the pillow – and he was going to take a while.”

“So?  She could have licked your pussy while the dog had his way with her from behind.  You could have been next in line, if Reilly was riled up enough.  You’ve been aching for that again.  Anything could have happened.”

“Is that what you want?  Did I let you down, Daddy?”

“It’s not about me,” I said, a bit sorry that she was taking my comments that way.  “I’m just surprised.  You clearly like this woman.  You’re attracted to her.  And – to have a four-legged friend trained in the art of pleasing its mistress. . .”

I didn’t have to continue because we both knew what sorts of erotic fantasies she dreams up while masturbating; dreams and fantasies of past experiences reconfigured into imaginings of future fun.

“You don’t understand, Daddy.  She looked so, well, the only word I can think of is incapacitated.  She was impaled on his prick and he was like the puppet master, pulling her strings with it.  She seemed so, so. . .” Lo struggled to find the right word, “pathetic.”

“Pathetic?”
“Yes.  I mean, there she was, Collin’s right-hand woman, as she called herself.  Older, sophisticated, sexy, all put-together, and that British accent!  You have no idea what that does to me!  She looks down at me with that haughty, superior look.”

“I’m sure that’s just in your mind,” I said, doubtful that Scarlett, whom I had yet to meet, was looking down at Lo.  Looking at her as a piece of meat to be devoured, maybe, but not looking down at her.

“Maybe, but it doesn’t matter,” said Lo, “that’s how I felt around her.  But when she was being fucked by her furry friend, when she was desperate to have me, when she was completely and utterly debased and degraded like that on the couch, her big breasts hanging down, rocking forward-and-back under the thin, transparent fabric of her blouse, and she was unable to do a thing about it – that’s when I knew I had to go.”

“But why?”

“Because it gave me the upper hand for once.  If I had stayed and let her lap up my labia, let Reilly ram his red rocket down my ravenous vagina like he was doing to her, and be made his bitch as completely and helplessly as she was, well then, I’d have even less self-respect next time I see her than I did the first time.”

“But you wanted her?”

“When she was washing my legs in the bathtub,” she said, her eyes glazed over as the scene played out before her mind’s eye, “and she hopped in, completely clothed, and got between my legs to wash my inner thighs, I was nearly certain she was going to ask me to piss all over her – her beautiful hair, her beautiful face, her red red lips, on her flimsy, sexy blouse and tits.”

“You really think she was going to ask that or. . .”
“Maybe I was hoping she’d ask for that.”

“Because, again, you’d have the upper hand.  You’d be demeaning her, humiliating her by pissing on her.”

“Yeah, probably.  What could be more humiliating?”

“You like it,” I reminded her, though she needed no reminding, I’m sure.

“Yeah, because I’m a masochist.”

“Well, maybe she is too.”

“No doubt,” she said, “but, if she goes about all haughty and holier than thou professionally – like she’s the sadist, at least towards me – then I’m not about to let her soon forget who is in charge in the bedroom.”

“A little sadistic streak in you too, then.”

“Yes.”

“Well, I guess you have met your match.”

“Daddy,” she said, “you’re my match.”

“You’re too young to remember, but a standard matchbox would come with twenty or fifty matches.”

“That’s a lot of fire.”

“Looks like she lit a flame between your legs.”

“Fuck me again, Daddy.  Like a doggy.  In my ass,” she said.  “And give me my phone back, you sneak!”

XXX-mas Party with an image of Lola and friend above the mantle.

 

Masochistic Masturbatory Melee

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At the party

Masochistic Masturbatory Melee – Off the Record with ‘S’ Continued

Lola had to take a break and pull out her Magic Wand after the last segment of the interview was over.  Something about it got her engine revving and that, in turn, meant that Mr. Hitachi’s engine was also buzzing away.  I found her there, in the bed, naked, her computer to one side, her legs up in the air, bent at the knees, her right hand holding the giant white instrument between her legs.  But, unlike her usual use of the upside-down white ice cream cone, where she just applies it to her sopping pussy, this time she was using it like a cudgel.  She was violently pounding the bulbous head of the thing against her pussy as if hammering a nail home.  It was vibrating, but, so it seemed to me, her sexual stimulation was from the repeated strikes of force.  I feared she was going to bruise her lovely, delicate labia.  Instead of bright pink, they’d be violet and mauve!  I stood in awe of this masochistic masturbatory melee until, as if breaking down the wall of a dike, she suddenly sprung a huge leak and she pressed the spherical bulb of the vibrator against her gushing pussy as if to stop the broken dam.  But her blocking the source of the river only caused it to flood more until she finally ran out of energy and the mysterious fountain of youth went temporarily dry.

She was panting in bed and I slowly slid in next to her.

“What was that?” I asked in a whisper.

“What was what?” she asked, her pupils still dilated.

“The new pounding technique with your slick sledgehammer there.”

“Punishment.”

“Punishment?  For what?”

“For liking what I shouldn’t.”

It was then that she passed me her computer to read the “off the record” part of the interview.

“I don’t think we can post this,” I said.

“No, we can’t.  It’s off the record,” she said, as she slowly returned to the land of the living.

“I meant, it’s – well, it’s. . .”  I was searching for the words.

“A touchy subject?” Lo suggested.

“To say the least.”

“You should hear what else she told me.”

“I’ve got time.”

It was Saturday and I was still in my pajamas.  Lo turned toward me, her breasts seeming to demand my attention.

“Well,” she began, “I couldn’t transcribe the story fast enough.”

“Because you were typing with one hand?”

“Daddy.  Please.”

“So, I’m right.”

“Do you want to hear her story or not?”

“You have me – a captive audience.”

She grabbed me by the balls and said, “Very captive.”

“Stroke my cock as you tell me the story and I’ll be completely captivated.”

She complied.

Here’s the gist of the story.

The events of the ‘boys being boys in the basement’ had happened toward the end of the school year.  Then it was summer vacation and S has an inground pool that kids who are too old for high school but too young (and rich) for a summer job congregate to on hot days.  The added benefit of seeing S suntanning by the pool was certainly an incentive for those young, horny boys to flock to her house and do belly flops and cannon balls into the cool, blue pool in a pathetic, but cute attempt to get her attention.

Though the boys came by regularly and there were a lot of scenes which S could describe for your lurid and prurient entertainment, three days of the summer stand out as extra perverse.

The first was Memorial Day.  S and her husband, let’s call him Dale, threw a party for their friends, neighbors, and their son’s friends, as well as the kids’ parents.  Dale was very excited to man the grill on the backyard patio while his guests enjoy the pool and other amenities.  S and Dale live in the southern U.S. and, though Memorial Day is in May, it is warm enough to want to swim in their part of the country by the end of April.

The party started off fine with some of the friends and neighbors arriving in small groups of twos and fours.  A couple of S’s son’s friends arrived and they were the first in the pool.  S, herself, was wearing a white t-shirt (no bra, no bikini top under it) and her Daisy-Dukes jeans shorts as she flitted from one small group of their guests to another.  Her rather provocative sartorial choices were not so provocative among this crowd of church-going, boob-job revealing, shorts and cowboy boots wearing MILFs in their thirties and early forties.  In fact, it was more of the rule than the exception.  The only difference was, S had been in porn posted on the internet and her son’s friends knew that, though the parents supposedly didn’t.

Dale was wearing his cargo shorts and a button-down, patterned, short-sleeve shirt and flip-flops.  He was prepping the steaks, burgers, dogs, and the marinated vegetables he was going to fire up on his enormous Weber grill.  He had a wide grin on his face, flashing those large white teeth of his, as he carried his cold beer from place-to-place, greeting his guests in between taking the food out to the chef’s station on the patio.

All was going well until S went inside to use the master bath to pee and caught one of the boys rummaging through her panty drawer in the bedroom.

“Now, what are you doing in there?” she asked, without judgment and with a little amusement in her voice.

The poor kid turned around and a more guilty face had never been seen.  His entire complexion was scarlet and he was near trembling, even as his right hand grasped tightly a red lace thong.

“I, I, I – I,” he stammered, not saying anything more.

“Were you looking through my panties?”

“Yes, yes ma’am,” he managed to say through his dry mouth.

“You like my panties?”

Again, he was only able to answer monosyllabically, “Yes.”

S shut the door and said, “Well, now.  If you don’t want to get into trouble for stealing my undergarments, take down that bathing suit and put on those panties you’re holding and then put your bathing suit back on.  You may have them, but that’s the only way to get them out of here.”

The boy’s complexion deepened from scarlet to near purple.  But he didn’t say anything in response.  He just slowly removed his boxer bathing suit, exposing his small, but rigid penis to S, who looked on in a supervisory sort of way, and then he slid the red lace thong up and over his hard penis.

“Now,” said S, “how’s that?”

The boy just looked down in silence.

“They look a little big on you, but then again, you’re small,” she said.  She reached forward, pulled the elastic band of the panties with her left hand, put her right hand down and fondled the boy’s parts to get them even more riled up.

“Maybe,” she said, looking at him, “we should put one of my dresses over you and send you back out to the party like that.”

He looked positively petrified that she was in earnest.

“Oh, I’m just kidding with you,” she finally said, laughing.  “You can’t wear that.  You have to grow up some more to fit into my panties.  Take them off and put your bathing suit back on and get going.”

The poor punished thief did as she said and he skedaddled right out of the bedroom to be back with his friends, including S’s son.

S laughed about it to herself.

Much later in the day, after the guests had eaten, drank a lot of beer and other, stronger beverages, swam, and drank some more – all under the hot sun of the clear sky – S changed into her bikini and got in the pool.  Her bikini was skimpier than the other MILFs’ swimwear at the  party.  It was two small white triangles on top, barely covering her areolae and transparent when wet, and a similarly small white triangle, pointing in the opposite direction down below, held in place by strings no thicker than shoelaces.

The boys’ jaws dropped when they saw her.  She smiled at them and slowly descended into the pool.  She swam exactly one lap and then emerged out of the pool like Venus emerging from the sea.  All three tiny white triangles were transparent.  Her nipples were clearly visible under the thin fabric and her shaved slit could be seen through the lower triangle, dividing it into two equal triangles.

She ignored the stares of the boys and their parents and walked over to bar and grabbed herself another drink.

A while later she noticed that none of the boys were outside.  She figured they had gone inside and were playing video games in the basement again.  She was worried they’d sit on the leather couches with their wet bathing suits.  She went inside and down to the game room.  No one was there.

She was surprised.  Where could a gaggle of teenage boys disappear to?

She went back out to the party.  She looked around.  She walked out front.  She could hear the boys’ voices.  She looked in the two-car garage window and saw them.  They had stolen a bottle of whiskey or brandy or something and were daring each other to take a swig.  In between dares, they were talking.

“Did you see Mrs. P–?” said one of the boys.

“Damn, she’s hot!  Hotter in person than on the videos.”

“Hey, that’s my mom you’re talking about!”
The boys ignored him.

“All dripping wet.”

“And that bikini!”

“You could see every-thing.”  He pronounced the word slowly, emphasizing each syllable.

“And I liked what I saw!”

“You did, did you?” said S as she walked around the corner of the garage and caught them red-handed and full of braggadocio.  Suddenly, they weren’t so bold anymore.  In fact, they were quite craven.

“Mrs. P–!” said one of them, as another tried to hide the bottle.

“I saw what you did,” she said.

Guilty faces all around.  So guilty, in fact, S wondered if maybe they did more than just steal a bottle of booze.

“Give it here,” she said to them, stretching out her arm.

Her son placed the bottle in her palm.

“Fuck!  Really?!  The Johnnie Walker Blue Label?  You couldn’t just take the Wild Turkey?

“Sorry,” said one of the boys, shame faced.

“Sorry?!  That’s not gonna cut it.  Turn around, all of you,” she said commandingly, as she walked to the big blue plastic bucket in which they kept their game stuff.  She pulled out a Ping-Pong paddle.  “Pull your bathing suits down,” she said.

“What?!” asked one of the boys, turning to look at her.

“Turn around, pull your suits down, and bend over.  Now!”

She sounded mean, like a drill sergeant, but she was laughing to herself.

The boys complied.

She first looked at all their cute little butt-cheeks lined up in a row.  Then she started paddling from the left to the right.  It was only one paddle each, but it was a hard, firm whap!  Each one let out a little cry as their turn was up.  Then she said, “Now, turn around.”

One of the boys began to pull up his suit.

“Did I say to do that?  Keep your trunks down around your knees.”

They obediently complied and turned around awkwardly.  Some of them were soft, others hard.  She looked them over.

“I should call your mothers in here and tell them what you were up to – that I caught you having a circle jerk.  How would you like that?”

“No ma’am,” said one of the boys, almost in tears.

“Don’t worry.  I won’t do that.  But don’t let me catch you drinking again!  There will be no underage drinking under my roof!”

She turned and began to leave.  She stopped at the threshold to the garage, put her right arm up on the side of the entrance, lifted her right leg, and looked back over her shoulder at the boys, all of whom were staring at her ass in the itsy-bitsy, tiny white thong.

“If you’re good, when we have our annual Fourth of July party, maybe you’ll get something special that will make your bottle rockets pop.”  Then she walked away.

Three white triangles

[To Be Continued]

 

Off the Record with ‘S’

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A while ago, Lola conducted an interview with a hotwife, MILF, amateur porn-star named ‘S’ (you can probably figure out who she is). During the interview, S’s story took an interesting turn that was, then, off the record. Since then S has given up the porn production (because certain family members found out and pressured her and her husband to stop) and so now we bring you the part we had to leave out then, but we won’t be saying who exactly this is for, well, obvious reasons.

Artist’s rendering of the story

Lola to ‘S’: “Your son’s friends don’t know about your porn?”

‘S’ replied, “I didn’t say that.  Is this off the record?”

“If you want it to be.”

“Please.”

“OK.”

“Like I said, one of our friends found out about the homemade porn we were making and posting.  They thought it would be. . . I don’t know what. . . funny to tell our other friends.”

“That sucks.”

“Yeah.  So we had to tell our sons. They would find out from someone sooner or later and it was better to be from us than from one of their friends at school.”

“Of course.”

“So we told them.  The oldest didn’t want to know anything more.  He’s out of the house and was like, ‘Whatever Mom.’  But our younger son.  He had just started high school, so it could have been devastating for him.”

“Of course!”

“To our surprise, he had so many questions!”

“Like what?”

“Why?  Who?  How often?”

“Did you tell him?”

“Yes.  Of course.  We wanted to be honest.”

“How did he handle it?”
“He eventually accepted it – all of it.”

“That’s amazing!”

“Well, he’s pretty mature for his age.”

“I’d say.”

“But his friends eventually found out.”

“News of a mom making homemade porn spreads faster than news of a mom making homemade cookies, I guess.”

“Especially among young boys with raging hormones, just emerging out of a pandemic lockdown.”

“I can only imagine,” said Lo, dreamily.

“And they started jacking off to my films.”

“How’d you find out about that?”

“That’s an interesting story.”

“Do tell!”

“Well, one day his friends came over after school.”

“OK.”
“And they were playing video games and drinking soda and, you know, usual stuff.”

“Yeah.”

“But then I popped into the basement – that’s where they had the game console set up.”

“I can picture it.”

“I offered them some chips and other snacks or drinks, but they all just looked at me like I had three heads – or three tits!”

“That clued you in.”

“Yeah.”

“Then what?”

“I found out that after I had left the room, one of them said, ‘Can we turn off the game and watch your mom on Pornhub?’  My son was like, ‘No!  Absolutely not!’  But his friends overruled him and they turned it on.  The one who had asked to watch it knew exactly how to find it.  ‘That’s your mom?!’ the others asked.  They couldn’t believe it!”

“I bet.”

“They asked my son if I would come downstairs again.  He called me and I walked downstairs with more snacks for them.  They had turned the video game back on and pretended like they weren’t just watching porn of me.  I happened to be tanning outside when he called and so they saw my tattoos and knew right away that it was really me and not just a look-alike.  One of them was bold enough to say, ‘Mrs. P–, what’s it like to make those videos?’  I was taken aback and I said, ‘What are you talking about?’  He said, with a smirk, ‘You know.  We were just watching it.’  They turned it back on to show me.  It was a vid of me with two other men.”

“That’s mortifying!”

“Well, I had to accept it, right?”

“I guess.”

“It was my choice, after all.  Mine and my husband’s.”

“What happened next?”

“I said, ‘It’s just for fun,’ like I didn’t care what they did.  As if I was talking about gardening as a hobby or something.”

“And?”

“Well, they clamored, ‘Will you have fun with us?’”

“Bold!”

“Yes.  But they were at an age that they’d say anything that popped into their heads.”

“What did you say?”

“I thought I’d challenge them.  A game of chicken that I thought I’d win.  I said, ‘Pull down your pants and find out.’”

“Also bold!  What did they do?”

“To my shock and surprise, they did!  I was faced with five pubescent penises standing at attention as I stood in my skimpy bikini holding a bowl of chips!”

“What about your son?”
“He was there.  He watched.  He didn’t take down his pants.  His face blushed.”

“And?”

“I said, ‘You all jack off, right?’  They nodded.  I pulled my bikini bottom up tight so that my labia were flapping down over the taught string and said, ‘Well, tonight you can masturbate to the thought of this.’”

“That’s amazing!  Did they pull up their pants with a smile on their faces?”

“No.  The same boy who asked me about the porn, said, ‘I want you now!’”

“And?”

“Well, I can’t lie, I was intrigued to see how these kids could do.”

“No!”

“He started jacking off right there, in front of me and in front of his friends.”

“What did you do?”

“I watched.”

“Just watched?”

“Well, I’ll admit, I got wet.  I could feel my juices dripping down my inner thighs.”

“And?”

“He stared at my pussy lips as they enveloped the G-string and stroked so hard until he came.  He came so much and so powerfully and so far!!!!  It landed on my bare feet!”

“What happened next?”

“I said, ‘Feel better?’  He could hardly speak, but he nodded ‘Yes.’  I said, ‘Good.  Now the rest of you can go home and do the same, but this is our little secret, ok?’  No one said anything.  I added, ‘If you ever want something like this to happen again, you’ll agree, this is our little secret.  OK?’  They all agreed.”

“And what did you do?”

“I turned around slowly, so they could get a good glimpse of my ass, and went upstairs.  I went to my bedroom, got on the bed, pulled out my dildo, and went to town on my holes thinking about all those little eager cocks standing at attention for my pussy.  I thought about them all watching porn of me getting fucked and masturbating to me and I came so hard that I had to change all the bedding!”

“Did you tell your husband?”

“Not right away.”

To be continued…

Binders Full of Women

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Mysterious Scarlett

“Yes, please show Ms. Down in,” Lola heard the voice say over the intercom to the secretary at the front desk.

Lo had her binders full of women resting in her lap atop her short black skirt.  She held the binders firmly, with both hands.  Her feet were bouncing rapidly and nervously in her cute, shiny, teal, round-tow, kitten-heel, pumps.  She looked up anxiously at the sound of Collin’s voice over the intercom.

“You may go in now,” said the receptionist to Lo, only glancing at her briefly.

Lo entered the room, but instead of seeing Collin behind the large, wooden desk, she saw a beautiful brunette woman with bold, red lipstick, brown eyes, and stylish glasses looking down at some papers on her desk.

“Where’s Collin?” asked Lo, taken aback and with impudence, as if she had a right to her expectations.

The woman didn’t even look up at Lo.  “Busy.”

“But I heard his voice.  He told the receptionist to. . .”

“He’s working remotely,” said the woman, again, without looking up from her work.

“But, he’s supposed to. . .”

“I’ll be reviewing the layouts.”

“Who are you?”

Now the woman looked up at Lola.  Despite the woman’s attractiveness and thick mane of hair that Lo wanted to grab and hold onto as she pushed the woman’s voluptuous lips – her most striking feature – down between her legs, the stranger’s tone was cold, monotone, almost robotic.

“I’m the project manager.  The editor.  Collin’s right-hand man.”  She spoke and looked like Elizabeth Hurley playing Vanessa Kensington from the Austin Powers movie, which was just fine by Lola, because Lo had a long-standing crush on Elizabeth Hurley and the British accent made her twitterpated.

“You don’t look like a man,” said Lo, trying to get on the woman’s good side – if she had one, that is.

“I could fuck you five ways to Sunday,” said the editor.  Then those luscious lips broke into a smile and Lo could see the woman’s beautiful, bright white teeth behind them.  “And I would enjoy it too, I bet.”

The woman stood up, walked around the large desk, and extended her hand.  “I’m Scarlet.”

Lo couldn’t help but think how perfectly her name matched her looks.

“And I’m blushing,” said Lo.

“You’re everything Collin said you’d be.”

“Oh yeah?  What did he say I’d be?”

“Irresistible.”

“Did he?  That naughty rogue.”

“So, what’s that you have there?” asked Scarlet.

“My binders full of women.”

“I’d like to have a binder full of Lola,” she replied.

“That can be arranged,” replied Lo, and adding after a pause, “but I’m sure he’s shown you all of my angles already.”

“No, actually,” said the woman, politely, but slowly fingering Lo’s blouse seductively.  “He wanted me to use my imagination.  But he did tell me all about you.”

“Such tales require little imagination.”

“Well, now that I see you, I can tell you that the imaginings will be more vivid and erotic.”

Lo blushed again.  She felt at a disadvantage since she knew nothing about this bombshell before her.  “Collin can be obsequious.”

“Obsequious?!  He didn’t do you justice.”
“No?”

“Well, to be fair, now that I have met you in person, it seems to me all words fall short of conveying your beauty.”

“You are kind.”

“No.  I am objectively correct.  I have multiple degrees in the subject.”

“They offer upper-level classes on Lola Down?”

“If only,” said Scarlet, “my degrees are in art, aesthetics, design, and marketing.”

“That’s a lot of degrees for so young a woman.”  Now Lola was being obsequious.  Scarlet was clearly in her thirties, if not early forties.

“Keep up the flattery like that and I will have to put you over my knee to teach you not to fib.”

“You could put me over your knee anytime for any reason.”

“I may take you up on that, but only if you displease me.”

“I don’t have a degree in it, but the giving and receiving pleasure was my field of study in college.”

“I could be your master’s thesis advisor then.”

“I’m willing to learn from anyone who can teach me a new trick.”

“Let’s see your homework and then we’ll get to the extracurriculars.”

Lo placed the multiple thick binders on the desk before the brunette.

“They are divided into sections, as I imagine the masturbatorium museum will be.”

Scarlet looked at the index:

 

Porn Stars

MILFs

Preggo

Lactating

Breastfeeding

BBW

SSBBW

Golden Girls

Girls Next Door

Moms and Daughters

Nudists

BDSM

Boy-toys

Trans

Tiny Tits

Tiny Cocks

Creatures of Enormous Size

Bestiality

Misc.

 

 

“I see you’ve been photo farming.”

“What?”

“You know, photo farming – collecting photos of women and men you find alluring.”

“Oh, I just call it ‘putting it in the fap hat.’  You know, like the ‘spank bank’ ‘snack pack,’ or ‘bean machine,’ ‘perv reserve,’ and ‘jill thrills’ if you wish to be particular about it.”

“It’s a photo farm,” said Scarlet definitively.  “And that’s ok.  We all have them.”

Scarlet turned the pages slowly, viewing each page with an expert eye.

She then flipped through the hundreds of other pages.

“There’s a lot here,” he said, pensively, as she was cursorily reviewing Lo’s work.  “I think I’ll need to bring this work home with me.  In the meantime, why don’t you utilize your platform to see what your readers would like?”

“Like, post all of these photos?”

Scarlet managed to tear her attention away from the binders in order to look up at Lo.

“Not all,” she said, “That would be ridiculous!  We’re trying to whittle this enormous collection down to a manageable size.  Post a sample of each category and see what people say they’d like to see more of.  After I’ve had a chance to look through this myself, I’ll call you.”

Lo reluctantly left her binders full of women on Scarlett’s desk and stood up, a bit perplexed.

“Will that be all?” she asked as if she were some sort of subordinate to this superior.

“One more thing,” said Scarlett.

“Yes?”

“What’s your favorite?”

Lola didn’t need to give the question any thought.  She simply said, “That would be cheating.  But maybe, if you ever do fuck me five ways to Sunday, you just might find out.”

Scarlett smiled mischievously and then pressed on her intercom button.  “I’ll need a few minutes before my next appointment,” she said as she opened her desk drawer and pulled out a huge dildo and placed it on the desk for Lo to see.  “That will be all, Ms. Down,” she pronounced clearly and coldly.

Lo’s heart had skipped a beat because, for a moment, she thought Scarlett would be using the foreboding phallus on her, but then she realized what was happening and turned to exit.  She did an about-face so fast on her feet that her short little skirt flew up for just a second, revealing her ass to Scarlett’s probing eyes.  Then she was gone.

[Dear Reader, please use the comments to vote for your favorites or to suggest others.]

Stoya

Stoya

Pornstar Sasha Grey

Sasha and Stoya

Sasha

Sasha

Pornstar Daizha Morgann

 

Daizha Morgann

Pornstar Lola Vargas Martin

Porn Star Gili Sky

MILF Samantha Massie

MILF Samantha Massie

MILF Samantha Massie enjoying Match, Cinder & Spark

Sam and Son

Sam and Daughter

Quintessential MILF Sam

 

Preggo

Three Pregnant Muses

Crossover – Preggo Porn Star Grey Desire

Lactating

Breastfeeding

Breastfeeding

Breastfeeding Lisa Shapira

Breastfeeding

BBW – Chunky Vixen

Chunky Vixen

BBW – Lisalou and Aurora Fits

Lisalou and Aurora

SSBBW Rosiee

SSBBW – Lady Brads

SSBBW – Lady Brads

BBW Party

Golden Girl – Beautifully Broken

Beautifully Broken

Beautifully Broken selling her panties. Send her an email and tell her Lola sent you.

Golden Girl – Queen Bev getting off to Lola

Golden Girl – Queen Bev from behind

Golden Girl – Queen Bev showing off the large pussy

Golden Girl – Queen Bev gets off on her FUPA

Golden Girl – Queen Bev loves to read naked

Golden Girl – Queen Bev an boyfriend

Vote for your favorite category/slut in the comments. Feel free to suggest a category or slut we missed. Also, don’t forget Lola Down:

Lola in the tub

More to (make you) cum.

 

Hallucinatory Hijinks

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When Lola had returned from her Halloween party, dressed as slutty Princess Leia, she seemed coherent, cognizant, and eager to fill her cunt with my cock and cum.  Little did I know that she had eaten enough cannabis confections to outstrip an LSD trip of Grateful Dead proportions.

It was only the next day, when she groggily recounted to me the amazing journey she had taken in her mind and body, that I realized what her subjective sexperience was.

What I thought was happening the night Lola got home from the Halloween party. Art by RigsUsuallyHiddenDrawings

 

“I got home,” she said when she was more sober, “and I felt like I was a honey pot.  Or rather, that my pussy was a honey pot.  I was gushing and oozing, sloshing and dripping.”

“I can confirm that much was true.  I didn’t know at the time it was from so many men at the party finding release between your legs.”

She didn’t take offense at this, but corrected me, “And women.”

“Yes, and women.”

“And then,” she abruptly stopped.

“And then what?”

“It’s so weird!”

“What is?”

“Well, then it was as if I was copulating with. . .”

“With what?”

“With all sorts of insects – bees, hornets, spiders, worms, cockroaches, beetles, slugs – I mean, if it crawls, flies, or slithers, it was fucking me.”

“Formicophilia,” I said.

“Formi-wha?”
“Formicophilia.  It’s an unusual paraphilia.  The kink of having insects crawl on you.”

“But they weren’t crawling.  They were fucking me!  I was human.  It was interspecies sex!”

“It’s a variation on a theme.”

I caught her looking at me funny.  Staring at me.

“What?” I finally asked.

“Oh, Daddy, you know what,” she said.

“No, I don’t know what.”

“Those words.  You know how your vocabulary turns me on.  The fact that you had those words – formicophilia and paraphilia – on your tongue.  It make me want to be on your tongue.”

“Now?” I asked.

“Now.”

“Will you continue telling me your story?”

“Yes.”

Formicophilia Nymphs

She didn’t even get up to go to the bedroom.  Right here on the living room couch – the couch that looks out the front windows of our first floor apartment onto the street – she pulled down her panties, pulled off her shirt, and spread her legs.  She indicated that she wanted me to get on my knees in front of her and go to town with my chrysostom, my golden tongue.

I did exactly that as she continued to recall to me the stimulating horror of her drug-induced hallucinatory hijinks.

“Normally, you know, I’m creeped out by anything – a spider, a snake, even ants!  But in my visions, I wasn’t freaked out at all!  I was focused on the fact that all these creatures wanted me!  They were bursting with need.  They were on the verge of insanity with their hunger for me.  They had to copulate and I was the one and only focus if their intense sexual attraction.”

SLURP – SLOP – SPLUSH

That was the sound of me taking her in my mouth – sucking on her labia, licking up and in her slit, gently tickling her clit.

She continued as her hands held my head between her legs.

“Then the creatures morphed into unidentifiable organisms.  Aliens maybe? Squids? And then everything, everything I touched became a penis.  It was like. . .”

After that, I couldn’t hear what she was saying.  She squeezed her thighs together tightly and her legs covered my ears.  Good thing too, because she began screaming as her juices dribbled down my chin and her legs started to twitch.  She pressed my head down hard with her hands and then, just as surprisingly, pulled me off of her so that she could stroke her pussy with her hand as she squirted in my face.

That was the last I heard of her story.  I retrieved some paper towels to dry off and to clean up the puddle left on the hard-wood floor.

She simply laid back on the couch, relaxed, and dozed off.

 

 

 

Chimeras

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Tara led the lion right up to Lo in the center of the circus.  Lo was lying in the muddy dirt of the center ring.  The entire floor of the circus was dirt, but now, where Lo was, it had turned to mud from the copious amount of cum ejaculated by the elephant that had just copulated with Lo.  The viscus, warm, white jizz had spilled out of Lo’s cunt and created a sloppy mess right where Lo was recovering from her dazzling display of big dick penetration.  The elephant put its trunk in a bucket of water nearby and sprayed Lo down, showering her affectionately.  Lo struggled to get to her feet as a new drama unfolded.

With the elephant, the audience was on the edge of their seats wondering if Lo could take the massive pink missile.  And they were ecstatic to see Lo mounted successfully.  But now there was an ominous sense of foreboding under the big tent as everyone held their collective breath wondering if the lion would also mount Lo or if it would eat her – and not in the good way!

Tara stood, holding her whip, ready to smack the lion back into submission, but there was no need.  Apparently this lion had been trained since early age to take women as trophy lionesses.  It approached Lo and quickly, without any feline foreplay, mounted and fucked Lo from behind.  The audience was silent this time, afraid that any loud, enthusiastic encouragement might scare the lion into destroying his mate.  When it had reached climax, Lo realized why a lion’s pack is called a “pride,” since anyone who can handle that cock has to be full of pride, as was Lo.  She was also full of a lot more than that and it was dripping all around her in the ring as Tara led the satisfied animal away and Lo was left standing in the spotlight, soaking in the love of the audience.

Lo and the Lion

As Lo stood, she realized that she had worked up an incredible appetite.  All she could think of was food.

“Cartoon characters get hungry, I guess,” she thought to herself.

She looked at Tara, who was now walking towards her and she said, “Can we eat something?  I’m starved!”

Tara laughed and with the sound of her laugh, which struck Lo’s ears like the gentle, magical and musical cadence of a windchime in a gentle breeze, Lo slowly emerged back into flesh-and-blood.

“Why don’t you put your phone down?” said Tara, as if talking to a child.

Lo looked in her hands and saw her phone open to the “Danger Girl Dating” app.

She was naked on the bed.

Tara helped her up and asked, “Do you want your clothes?”

Lo heard the question.  She understood it, but it was difficult for her to form words.  She simply shook her head, ‘No.’

Art of Lo by Rigs Usually Hidden Drawings

Tara slowly led Lo down the stairs.  Lo was walking on two feet this time, not like on the way up.  All the guests looked up at the secret agent girl leading the naked and high girl to the living room.

Art of Lo as Leia by Rigs Usually Hidden Drawings

“Sit here,” said Tara to her docile, amused little love doll, assisting her into the large, comfy chair.  “I’ll be right back.  I’m just going to grab you some snacks.”  Off went Tara on her mission to grab some of the diced cheese cubes, crackers, and a little sparkling water for Lo.

Art of Lo as Leia by Rigs Usually Hidden Drawings

Sitting in the chair, zoning out, Lo saw Mr. Biggs across the room talking to a woman who was as large as, if not larger than, he!  She was dressed as Mrs. Roper from ‘Three’s Company,’ wearing nothing but a muumuu.  He saw Lo out of the corner of his eye.  (Apparently, he didn’t see her as a nude descending a staircase.)  He brought his new friend over to Lo and introduced them.  Lo couldn’t stand up.  It was all she could do to lift her arm and limply shake the woman’s hand.

“Nice to meet you.”  Forming words was difficult.

The woman smiled, while looking deeply into Lo’s eyes.  Lo was looking at the woman’s eyes, thinking about the Beatle’s song, “Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds.”  All she heard in her head was “the girl with kaleidoscope eyes.”  The sound looped around in her brain again and again.

Tara returned with cheese and crackers and literally had to feed Lo because Lo was unable to feed herself without making crumbs that fell into her naked lap.

Mr. Biggs apparently enjoyed the “show.”  He was staring intently at the feeding of Lo by Tara.

Mrs. Roper noticed this and before Lo knew what was happening, she found herself atop the large woman who was kneeling on the floor, naked, and lapping up Lo’s labia with her mouth.

Lo gets eaten out at a party

Whatever was happening to her, or being done to her, by the large woman upon whom she sat like on a hopper ball or bouncy ball, in Lo’s mind the woman morphed into a giant Cephalopoda of some undefined sort.  She was slippery and filling every hole all at once.  Lo slipped back into the “Danger Girl Dating” app and back into her “Catnip” alter-ego.

Krakin

The next thing she recalled was voices, seemingly from all directions, asking, “Is it ok if I touch you?” “May I feel you?” “Do you consent to being fucked by me?”

Unclear

Tara appeared in her trench coat and beret and said, “She cannot consent.  She’s tripping her face off on the desserts.”

The next thing she knew, Lo was in the bathtub, filled to the brim, with Tara, transformed into a cartoon as well, lying on top of her and an octopus or squid or something with tentacles lying on top of Tara, filling both her holes and both Lo’s holes at once.  It felt delightful as Lo reached around to squeeze Tara’s breasts.

Lo and Tara in the bath.

“What is happening?” asked Lo in her host’s ear.

Circus Freak

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Lola at Party

Believe it or not, that’s when things began to get weird.  Lo was back at the pigsty, but instead of pigs, she was surrounded by circus animals.  It turned out that she, or her comic avatar, ‘Catnip,’ was to perform in the circus.  She did not know how she was to perform, but the ringmaster was barking orders at her.  Lo, who was on all fours in the slop, looked up and saw Tara dressed as the ringmaster – top hat, red sequin vest, red sequin pantsuit – and carrying a whip.

Tara

Tara was whipping Lo’s ass to get her out into the center ring.  Lo crawled on all fours, led by Mr. Biggs dressed as Jabba the Hutt.  In the center of the central ring of the large round tent was a circular stool or podium.  Biggs led Lo up onto the podium.  The crowd applauded loudly.  Lo was surrounded by hundreds of people – men, women, children – all eagerly anticipating the performance.  They seemed to know what was about to come, but Lo did not.

Tara Ringmaster

However, she got a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach when she saw over her shoulder Tara, the ringmaster, using her whip on the ass of a giant elephant, to get him out to where Lo was instructed to wait.

Tara Ringmistress

The crowd rose to their feet and screamed and hollered, eating popcorn and whooping it up.  The elephant was right behind Lo and, to her astonishment, getting very erect.  It put its front legs very gingerly on the stool and, incredibly gently, almost lovingly, nudged its enormous phallus up against Lo’s pussy.  It was so, dare I say, polite, that Lo found it endearing.  As scared as she was – and she was scared – she was also startled to find her inner thighs getting wet, and she could feel her pussy expanding to let in the massive elephantine cock.

Massive Cock Mount

The crowd wanted to see Lo bring the Brobdingnagian beast to a climax, but the prospect of this natural conclusion to the show terrified Lo because she had no prior experience of fornicating with any proboscidean lovers.  As she was contemplating this fact, she felt what could only be described as a cum cannon exploding between her legs.  She was thrust forward and felt a rocket-like boost shot aft.  A large white puddle collected around her knees and feet.  The crowd went crazy and Lo fell forward onto the muddy, dirt floor.  Looking up, she saw Tara ushering in a lion.

Danger Girl Dating

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Danger Girl Dating App

 

In case you haven’t caught on by now, recreational drugs are not really part of Lo’s life.  She much prefers a French Martini, a Negroni, or a simple flute of Champagne to any drugs.  She claims that anything besides alcohol makes her anxious and feel “weird,” not in a good way.  So the amount of marijuana chocolate she ingested was far in excess of anything she ever had before.  Not to mention that Tara’s concoctions were highly concentrated and potent.

After Lo found out that she had inadvertently been drugged, she asked for a little time to herself.  As she tells it, Mr. Biggs and Tara both left her in Tara’s bedroom.  She took out her phone and called me, saying, “Daddy, I want more.”

I answered, “More what, Lo?”

She said that she wanted to go on a dating app and be in the dating scene again.

According to her, I said, “Lola, it’s a jungle out there.”  I warned her that people hooking up on the dating sites are animals.  But she was insistent.  She said she wanted to discover new things and she had found an app called “Danger Girl Dating.”  She downloaded it and created a profile, all while high as a kite.

Lo Left, Danger Girls center

Soon she was swiping left and swiping right, clicking ‘like’ and shooting heart emojis to men, women, and whomever.  But something stopped her in her tracks.

She suddenly found herself in the app.  I mean, in the app.

“Daddy,” she called to me, “I’ve been turned into a cartoon!”

Cartoon Lola

In the app, her cartoon avatar was named ‘Catnip.’

On her first ‘date’ she found herself dressed as a bride – I mean, if you call wearing a white veil, thigh-high white nylons, and long white gloves ‘dressed.’  She was leashed to a giant pig!  She quickly ascertained that she was betrothed to the pig and everyone she knew was attending the wedding!

Lola getting married

There was no escaping because the leash to which she was attached to the pig was fastened around her neck with a steel collar.

Apparently, I was the officiating heresiarch and after I pronounced them hog and wife, Lola was mounted by the pink, pot-bellied, cloven beast and fucked before the reception party! The pig got Lo on her back and went to town.  This pig was no Wilbur of Charlotte’s Web fame.  No, the hog Lo found in this interweb was far too heavy for her and she felt like she was going to die under the weight.

Talented pig

Suddenly, all the people at the reception also turned to pigs!  They were looking at Lola like they hadn’t mated in a year and she was, well, raw meat.  Each one wanted a go with her.  She was scared.  She could hardly handle her ‘husband’ pig.

Lola missionary style

Each boar had his way with her and Lo wished she had swiped right on a horse, dog, or goat instead of a pig.

Fresh Meat

At one point, Lo opened her eyes and saw that Mr. Bigg was sitting in a chair, pud in hand, Tara and a host of party guests were around the bed as naked Lo was holding her phone in one hand and diddling her bean with the other.

What could these pigs want?

Lo got up off the bed and crawled around on all fours like a pig or dog, her head waist high with the guests.  One of them called out, “What is that?” pointing at Lo’s bare bottom.

Tara approached Lo and said, “Um, looks like Mr. Biggs’ condom fell off inside you.”

Sure enough, there was a partially full condom dangling from Lo’s slit, hanging on like a hero of an action movie.  Lo reached back and found the condom.  She pulled it out of her twat and sniffed it.  Suddenly she was transported back to the sty with the pigs where she crawled naked through the mud and slop.

Marry in haste, repent at leisure.

Food for Thought

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The next morning the sun was streaming in the front windows across the living room where I was sleeping on the couch.  I was slightly roused from my slumbers by the aroma of coffee brewing, but I thought it was just a dream until Lola sauntered into the room holding two mugs of coffee and wearing only a t-shirt.  Her nipples were protruding from under the shirt and her pussy was on display.  She sat down next to me and placed my mug on the coffee table in front of me.

“Sorry Daddy,” was all she said.

I looked at her and said, “Lo, what happened last night?”

She proceeded to tell me that she met up with Mr. Biggs at their designated rendezvous spot, since his wife was at home with the baby.  She hopped in his car and he wasn’t in any costume.

She was surprised, but he assured her that his costume was in the trunk.  He drove them to the party and pulled out his costume that fit right over his clothes.  Lola suspected that it was custom made since he was already one of the largest men she had ever seen.  How could it be so large as to fit even over his clothes?  It was a Jabba the Hutt outfit, as he had promised, but it literally covered him from head to toe.  The mouth of the costume was an opening through which he could see.  Meanwhile, Lo was scantily clad in her Princess Leia slave girl outfit, exposing her tummy and also, if one gained a glimpse at her bikini bottom, her bushy pubic hair.

“Where’d you get that?” asked Lo.

“My wife made it for me,” he said from within the mask.

“Talented.  Did she make one for herself?”

“No.”

“Does she know you’re wearing it out with me.”

“Of course not.”

Lo shrugged her shoulders.

The theme of the Halloween party was popular TV shows and movies from the ʼ70s.  At the party, Lola spied a Barney Rubble and Betty, a gay “CHiPs” duo, a “Bewitched” couple, and a “Three’s Company” throuple, among others.  As Lo scanned the guests, one stood out for her – a woman wearing only a trench coat and a red beret.  Lo approached her, curious to find out which 1970s celeb she was supposed to be, but also trying to be tactful about it.

“I know,” said the woman even before Lo could ask, “who am I?”

“Well,” said Lo, “now that you mention it.”

“I’ll give you five guesses and four hints, if you need them.”

“OK.”

“Hint number one: The original aired in the sixties, but ended in the seventies.”

Lo thought, but that didn’t help her at all.  She guessed, “‘Brady Bunch’?”

“No, silly,” said the woman, affably.  “Hint number two: The show had a remake in 2008 as a movie.”

Lo pondered, “‘Charlie’s Angels’?”

“Warmer,” said the woman.

“Hint number three: “I am smarter than the star.”

Lo knew that this was somehow a big hint, but she still had difficulty.  “‘Pink Panther’?”

“Really, really close!  OK, hint number four: I’m a secret agent.”

“Inspector Gadget?”

The woman laughed and said, “I can see how you’d think that, but that’s from the eighties.  OK, I’ll give you one more hint.  Last chance!  I go by the name ninety-nine.”

“Oh, I know!” said Lo, “Ninety-nine from ‘Get Smart’!”

“You got it!”

“What do I win?”

The woman then opened her trench coat and let Lo see her totally naked body underneath.  Lo’s jaw dropped.  Her mouth salivated.  She felt wet between her legs.

Agent 99

“Your secret weapon,” quipped Lo.

“Not so secret,” said her new friend.  “Hi, I’m Tara.”

“Tara, like the goddess?”

“Yes, exactly.”

“Hi, I’m Lo.”

Tara looked Lo over approvingly, but Lo said, “Don’t be grossed out, I didn’t have time to shave.”

“What are you talking about grossed out?!  You’re gorgeous!”

“Well, I’m a little self-conscious,” said Lo, well aware of her protruding bush down below.

“Don’t be,” said Tara, “You can see, I left a little fluff down there too.”  Tara then flashed Lo once more.  Lo looked carefully this time, since it wasn’t a total shock to her.  She did see just a tuft of brown between Tara’s legs.

“Is Maxwell here?”

“Maxwell Smart – Agent 86?” asked Tara.  “No.  It’s just me.  A solo mission tonight.  I think I saw your date – Jabba the Hutt – earlier.”

“Can’t miss him,” said Lo.

“How long you two been together?” asked Tara.

“Second date,” said Lo.

“What?!”

“True.”  Then Lo told Tara the back story, about me, her, and how Lo likes to explore kinks, fetishes, taboos, and possibilities.  “What about you?” asked Lo.

“Well, funny you should mention your interest in kinks.”

“Why’s that?”

“This is my party – my kinky Halloween party.”

“This is your house?  I had no idea!”

“Yep.  Welcome!”

“You certainly are very hospitable.”

Just then Mr. Biggs approached Lola and Lo introduced him to her new friend Tara.

“I’ve been looking for you,” said Mr. Biggs.  “Let’s make sure I don’t lose you again.”  He proceeded to hook a leash to Lo’s collar and Lo then dropped to the floor in the Gorean Kajira slave position.  “That’s better,” said Mr. Biggs.”

Original art by Sergeii-g.

Lo looked up at Tara submissively.

Tara said to Mr. Biggs, “May I?” indicating that she wished to take the lead of the leash.

Mr. Biggs couldn’t say no.

Tara then led Lo, who crawled on all fours, to the upstairs bathroom.  People got a kick seeing Lo from behind as she crawled up the stairs.

In the bathroom, Tara said, “Shall we tidy you up?”  She indicated her shaving equipment.  Lo didn’t object.

Lo got out of her costume and stood before Tara, nude, while Tara prepared everything.  Tara then removed her only clothing – the trench coat and beret, and had Lo sit on the edge of the tub as Tara hopped in the tub, spread Lo’s legs, turned on the warm water, and began shaving Lo’s unruly bush.

A couple of times one of the guests happened to walk into the bathroom, which had the door wide open, only to find it occupied by the two naked water nymphs.

“It’s ok,” said Tara, “if you need to use the bathroom.  We don’t mind.”

No one took them up on it.

Tara grabbed Lo’s belly and pulled it up so that she could get a better angle on the triangular territory below to be trimmed.

“You’re beautiful,” said Tara.

“I’m trying to lose a few pounds I gained during the pandemic,” said Lo.

“Why?  This is hot,” said Tara, squeezing Lo’s roll.

Lo blushed.

Within a half hour, Tara had shaved Lo perfectly clean with her expert and steady hand.  Lo said, “Shall I return the favor?”

Tara, eager to prolong the intimate time with Lo, said, “I’d like that.”

They switched places and, with a few strokes of the wrist, Lo removed what little pubic hair remained at the nether point of Tara’s mons pubis.

The two of them rinsed, dried off, and then there was a knock at the door, even though the bathroom door was wide open.  It was Mr. Biggs.  How he managed to get up the stairs is a mystery.  It certainly involved struggle.  He was perspiring under his Jabba costume.

“Yes?” asked Tara.

“Just seeing that Lola’s ok.”

“I’m in good hands,” said Lo, looking at Tara who was cupping Lo’s breasts with her hands at that moment.

“You two look pretty there,” he said, stating the obvious.

“Oh yeah?” asked Tara, “Does the Hutt have a hard-on?”

“Help me out of this costume and you’ll find out.”

Lo and Tara walked with him to Tara’s bedroom where they helped him remove the elaborate getup.

He then removed his clothes.

“Lola tells me you have a feeder/feedie kink,” said Tara.

“Yes,” replied Mr. Biggs.

“Well, then, I’ll be right back.”

Quick as a flash, Tara sprinted out of the bedroom, down the stairs to the main party area in the living room and kitchen, her naked bum bouncing as she slid between all the costumed guests.  “A new outfit Tara?” said one of them.  “Let me guess, the Emperor’s New Clothes.”  She got a plate of chocolate covered strawberries, chocolate covered bananas, brownies, and dark chocolate in the shape of little pumpkins, and sped upstairs again.  A few people did double-takes as they saw the nude nymph dash past them and dart up the stairs.  “What’s going on up there?” asked one guest of another.

Tara smooth

Tara reentered the bedroom, catching Lola and Mr. Biggs in an intimate moment as he was leaning over in order to kiss Lo, who only came up to his chest.  Lo’s right hand was reaching for his small cock, hidden under the round, protruding roll that began over his waistline and flopped down, covering like a curtain his diminutive pecker.

“Hey you two,” said Tara, standing in the doorway, leaning up against the lintel of the door, her right leg resting on the frame, bent at the knee, and holding a plate of chocolate desserts dramatically, “hungry?”

“Mmmm,” moaned Lo, “What you got there?”

“Some sweets I made for the party.”

“You made these?!  They’re adorable!”

A Valentine’s Day treat package

Tara got on the bed – her bed – that was made very neat and tidy for the party.  She sat by the headboard with her legs spread.

Lo crawled on the bed like a leopard, slowly making her way to Tara’s tray of goodies.  Mr. Biggs stood behind Lo at the foot of the bed watching the show.  Tara held up a chocolate covered strawberry that had a white chocolate swirl around it.  Lo craned her neck to get a bite of the not-forbidden fruit.  Lo was able to grab it with her teeth and ate it.

Mr. Biggs was grabbing at his pud watching Lo eat the sweets.

Tara repeated the treat theater with a piece of the dark chocolate pumpkin.  Mr. Biggs liked what he saw.  He came around the side of the bed to get a better look.  He passed Lo a sealed condom that he apparently had been holding in his hand.

“Will you put it on?” he asked politely.

“I’ll try,” said Lo, looking up at his daunting frame.

“I’ll help,” said Tara.

Tara got under the large, drooping belly and lifted to allow Lo room to see and manipulate the condom.

“Reminds me of middle school,” said Lo, looking up at Mr. Biggs.

“Middle school?” asked Tara.

“I’ll tell you another time,” said Lo, enigmatically.

Lo was desperately trying to get the condom on the hard, but small penis.  Every time she thought she was successful, it fell off.

“Here,” said Tara, moving to one side, “you’re going to have to lie down on the bed.”

Mr. Biggs, embarrassed, but not surprised by the difficulty, got on the bed and rolled on his back.  His large stomach rested like a hump, allowing Lo more access.  The act of getting back on the bed had diminished his hard-on, so Lo put her mouth to his cock to revive it.  Tara held it for her.  Mr. Biggs’ pud grew in her hand and in Lo’s mouth and soon he was erect enough for Lo to slide on the condom.

Mr. Biggs stood up again and this time he stood by the middle of the bed.  Lo got back on all fours and Tara was on the other side of the bed, opposite Mr. Biggs.  She stood and fed Lo her snacks as if feeding a dog.

Mr. Biggs lifted his big belly and plopped it down on Lo’s ass, resting it there, as he grabber her by her hips and pulled her in so he could enter her from behind.  Once he was properly penetrating her, he let go of her hips and grabbed the leash to pull her back.

“Heel,” he said to Lo, as if talking to a dog.  “Heel.”  She pushed backwards with her ass, further enveloping his cock in her wet pussy.  She liked being treated like a bitch.

Tara said, “Want another treat?” to Lo, as if talking to a dog.  Lo licked her lips.  Tara fed Lo another strawberry.  Then Tara took the banana and held it between her legs as if it was her own cock and Lo took it in her mouth, demonstrating for Tara her talent for deep-throating.  Lo looked up at Tara as the banana went nearly all the way in her mouth.  She then pulled back and began eating the chocolate covered banana bite-by-bite.

This turned on Mr. Biggs so much that he was perspiring and breathing hard as he bounced his thick thighs off of Lo’s ass.

Unbeknownst to either Mr. Biggs or Lola, since their backs were to the door, some of the partygoers from downstairs had followed Tara’s naked butt up the stairs and were congregated by the door, watching the show.

Each deliciously decorated fruit fed to Lo brought Mr. Biggs closer to climax.  Lola, for her part, couldn’t even feel him in her, but she could feel his weight resting on her lower back and his hips hitting hers forcefully.

When all the food was gone, Lo pulled forward and rolled over onto her back, spreading her legs and raising them in the air so Mr. Biggs could enter her missionary style as Tara lowered her hips down on Lo’s face.  Lo licked Tara’s delicious labia and Mr. Biggs got a full view of Lo’s torso and all of Tara’s naked body as he slammed into Lo’s pussy with his pud.  Tara was too skinny for Mr. Biggs’ taste, but that didn’t stop him from admiring her body as her breasts bobbed up and down and as she pulled her nipples.

Lo could feel him only slightly more in the missionary position, but she sensed he was getting close to orgasm.  His thrusting increased in tempo and soon he was calling out as he grabbed Lo’s rolls and held on for dear life!

He suddenly tipped forward like a felled giant Sequoia.  He crashed down on Lo’s body as Tara cautiously backed up.  Poor Lo couldn’t even be seen under him anymore.  His full dead weight was upon her.  She struggled to whisper, “I can’t breathe.”  And she suffered a momentary panic attack as she thought that maybe he died and collapsed on her!

Luckily, he rolled off of her onto his back, breathing heavily, as was Lo after being released from the crushing weight.  At the sight of him, the people at the door scattered since the show seemed over.

Lo was feeling dizzy, lightheaded, and strange.  Had she nearly passed out when he was on her?  Everything seemed odd to her – sounds, her body, the ceiling as she looked up at it.

Tara caressed her forehead and the feel of her hand on Lo’s skin was nearly enough to bring Lo to a climax.

Lo pulled Tara down to her so that Lo could suck her tits.  Then she guided Tara’s body over her so that they were in a full-on sixty-nine on the bed.  Lo had never experienced anything like this.  Every inch of her body felt tingly and alive.  Her tongue probed and tasted Tara’s twat with the discerning sensitivity of a wine connoisseur finding the hints of oak and tints of sunset.  Lo didn’t know what was happening to her, but she liked it.

She felt Tara’s tongue protruding in her own hole as if the tentacle of a horny Cephalopod.  Suddenly Lo imagined she was under water, making love to and being made love to multiple sea anemones.  It was blissful!

Lola lost herself in an orgy of tentacles and wave after wave of intense orgasms as Tara’s pussy around her face felt like she was diving into the cunt of a kraken as it swallowed her with its enormous mouth.  Lo was suddenly swimming inside Tara as if ingested by her fluctuating, full vulva.

Lola dove in!

Emerging from the many leagues under the ‘C’ of Tara’s cunt, from between her wet legs, Lo came up for air.

“What is going on?” she asked out loud.

“What?” inquired Tara.

“The room is spinning – and breathing.”

“Lola, you know that I’m a cannabis confectioner, right?  All those chocolate strawberries and bananas you ate were infused with THC.”

“I had no idea, but I suddenly feel like Alice in Wonderland!”

“Oh boy,” said Tara, “you’re going to be feeling pretty strange for a while.”