I arrived at Whitney's and Karen’s around 10:00 with my toy bag. Whitney greeted me with a penetrating comment that … she bet I couldn’t wait to get back over here and suck her snatch. She and Karen began feeling me up, squeezing my ass cheeks and tits and palming my cunt. They wanted to know if I had their mom’s panties on and I said yes, and that I’d brought all the pairs I had back with me. They immediately wanted to see so I stripped nude except for Tonya’s panties. They laughed; I told them I’d worn their mom’s panties all week.
I told them about Mavis insistence that she wanted to fix them lunch but I’d made no firm commitments since I wanted to run things by them first. Whitney remembered Mavis from the weekend at Jas house back in August of last year and though she was kind of cool for an old woman. She particularly remembered how Mavis had made me dance naked for them and talked extensively about that weekend which brought back a flood of memories in my head; some good, some not so good.
They led me back to Tonya’s bedroom where I undressed both of them, kissed their gorgeous bodies and also stripped off Tonya’s panties. I got several toys out of my bag and the three of us crawled into their mom’s bed, got under the covers and began kissing and fondling. I rolled on top of Karen and began kissing her mouth deeply and working my fingers through her pussy. Whitney took one of my dildos and began fucking me from behind until I came. As soon as I’d frigged Karen off, I turned to Whitney and buried my face in her pussy and roamed all over her heavenly body like some lust starved slut. I flopped over on my back gasping for breath and Karen straddled my face and pressed her rose solidly against my lips. We stayed like that until they put me on my knees and elbows and Whitney turned her butt to me, slid her legs back on either side of my body and I separated her ass cheeks. I tongued her off while Karen used my vibe on my cunt and ass. Doing this in Tonya’s bed just drove me into fucking oblivion.
In the course of an hour or less they’d both cumm several times and I’d cumm twice. The room smelled like a fucking whore house and the bed covers were half off the bed. We lay there exhausted, at least I was.
Whitney asked again why Mavis wanted to see them and I explained again. She asked if we could fuck over there and I said yes, probably. She told me her friend Jessie was planning to come over this afternoon because she wanted to see me again. I well remember Jessie; she was one of the more mature and demanding ones I’d met back in the fall. She and Karen discussed it for a moment and didn’t see any reason why we shouldn’t go over as long as Jessie could come, too.
I called Mavis and told her we were coming around 1230 and Jessie may be coming with us. She was ecstatic.
After peeing, I took a few minutes to change the sheets on Tonya’s bed and straighten the room. I wanted to wash their scent off before we left for Mavis but Whitney said no. In fact just to make sure I smelled of their sex, she stuck her pussy in my face at told me to make her cumm again. When I finished with her she motioned me to Karen who was sitting on top of her mom’s bureau with her legs apart. I sucked her off as well.
For the ride over to Mavis place, Whitney went into her mom’s closet and gave me a red chiffon mini dress. She said that, plus a pair of her mom’s thigh highs and my heels was all I was allowed to wear over to Mavis. I wanted my jacket but that wasn’t needed since in Whitney's mind it was about 60 and sunny. Whitney grabbed my toy bag.
I drove with Whitney in front with me and Karen in the back. We went a few blocks over to Jessie’s and Whitney ran in and got her. Jessie cackled and kidded me to no end. On the drive over there Whitney had me flip up the skirt of the mini dress to show my cunt. A couple of times she’d reach over and pull my tits out the top of the scooped neck dress.
I pulled into Mavis garage and the four of us went inside. Mavis immediately recognized Whitney and Jessie and was all smiles at meeting Karen. They exchanged hugs and a few words then Mavis looked at me curiously and said I smelled like a whore. Whitney pointed out that I was wearing her mom’s clothes and they’d fucked me half the morning in her mom’s bed. Mavis was cool with all that but she didn’t allow sluts to wear clothes in her house and to strip. Sheepishly, I apologized and shed everything I had on and stood there naked. Embarrassment started building. The four of them snickered. Mavis had this smirk on her face. Jessie, who hadn’t seen me since the weekend at the farm in October, began pawing me and giving me this sultry verbal.
Mavis told them she’d prepared a nice lunch (the aroma of food was marvelous) but first we needed to get me downstairs where I belonged. I knew what was coming. Mavis showed them the baby cam monitor which was displaying an empty cage. When she said they could eat a nice meal and watch me at the same time, the girls laughed. We went down to the basement with my bag. Sometimes when I descend those stairs I feel like I’m walking down into hell and this was one of those times.
Mavis told them to get cuffs out of my bag and cuff my hands behind me. In the process of taking the cuffs out of my bag, they discovered the mouse traps. Whitney didn’t know what they were for; Mavis, bless her heart, showed her instantly. They put one on each of my tits, and they snapped them on hard, so hard I yelled. They roared with laughter. With Mavis again giving them a hands-on approach, they experimented with pulling the little lever up and letting the bar snap shut over my nipples until I was winching in pain.
I felt like some demo dummy stupidly standing there hand cuffed and traps dangling on my nipples.
Jessie wanted a turn with me before lunch. Mavis patted her on the head and told her to go right ahead; and if they didn’t mind, she’d watch. Jessie took off her jeans and panties and told me to get on my knees. I knelt and began licking her, the traps still dangling on my nipples. The other two girls and Mavis made tons of lewd comments but it got into my psyche and I ate Jessie until she came.
Mavis told them to stuff me in the cage but she suggested they take the traps off because I might be alone down here a while. They removed them, shoved me in the cage and locked it. Mavis wickedly suggested that if anyone had to piss, piss on me now and they’d go eat. Still half naked, Jessie wasted no time in thrusting her hips forward and soaking me. Whitney, and Karen following her big sisters lead, lowered their jeans, pulled their panties aside and pissed on me. I felt like an object, a total fuck toy. I knew I wasn’t going to be eating lunch with them
They went upstairs, left the basement light on but shut the door, leaving me cuffed and soaked in piss. I had to shake off the feelings of total insignificance and humiliation. I looked toward the eyeball cam mounted under the stairs. When I did I heard them laughing upstairs. I slumped against one side of the cage and listened to their muffled voices upstairs. I could tell they were in Mavis dining room and I pictured her face glowing with pride knowing she was completely in charge of this and relishing the three girls sitting at her table. I felt miserable, covered in chilled piss. I thought about all sorts of things, even reflected on the brief conversation with Jody about Tara about the potential situation there. Occasionally I’d shift my position and hear laughter punctuating the conversation and I knew the baby cam monitor was probably on the sideboard in the dining room.
I waited. I knew they’d finished their lunch and had moved to the living room. I wanted someone to come get me. More than that, the smell of food had made me hungry but I knew I wasn’t going to get any thing. I felt like some caged animal totally dependent on its owner. I needed to piss and added my own to the floor of the cage. I still heard conversation and wondered what was taking them so long. I pictured Mavis holding court in her living room, working her way into these girls’ minds and picking their brain about anything she wanted to know. The combination of thoughts made me want to masturbate.
After what seemed like hours they came down. Mavis plopped in her old green chair like some queen of the universe. The three of them stood around the cage asking me dumb questions, like how I felt, was I horny, things like that … all of them talking at once. Whitney unlocked the cage and pulled me out. Mavis had a bowl of the beef stew she’d fixed for lunch and gave it to Karen and told her to feed me. I thought, oh fuck! Embarrassed, I ate it anyway; I was definitely hungry but the symbolism of a 14 year old feeding a grown woman got to me.
The girls began to undress and rubbed their hands over my body teasing me, taunting me unmercifully. They’d pull my nipples; grasp my cunt, just little things to keep me on edge. Whitney said Mavis told them they’re going to share me; I asked what does that mean. She said they’d work that out later but Mavis told them tons of things about me, more than they found out from Jas and their weekend experiences with me. I wasn’t following all this but I saw Mavis eyes sparkle. Whitney grabbed the traps and said lets do these again. She snapped one on my right nipple and Jessie took charge of my left one. They found the other two and snapped them on my labia.
Jessie pulled the braided belt out of her jeans and began swatting my butt. I went frantic. Whitney giggled and told me to dance and called me a bitch. Each time she’d hit me I’d move and yell and that intensified the pain from the traps. Mavis chuckled that she reminded them how much of a pain freak I was. This went on until they said I’d received 25 swats which felt like twice that number. They snapped the traps a few times which had me on the verge of tears. Finally Mavis told them that’s enough.
They removed the cuffs and I sank to the floor rubbing my sore nipples and labia. Mavis gave me one of her stern looks and asked me if I wanted to masturbate for these nice girls. I couldn’t believe myself when I whispered out the word “yes”. My right hand went immediately to my cunt and I frigged off. They watched and bitched at me. I didn’t care; I kept frigging until I’d achieved that cumm I so desperately needed. Afterwards, I looked up at them in shame.
Mavis told me I should thank them properly and I knew what she meant. I crawled to Whitney and kissed her pussy, then started tonguing her until she had one of the widest orgasms I think she could imagine. Jessie was sitting on the edge of the low table and I crawled over to her and buried my face between her thighs. One of the other two rubbed my slit which drove me deeper into Jessie’s soaked pussy until she oozed. I turned to Karen who was sitting on Mavis lap. I crawled back to her and began licking what has to be the sweetest pussy I’ve ever experienced. Mavis had her arms wrapped around Karen and I had the perverse image of a mother holding her daughter. I dragged my tongue through her slit, from clit to rose, and brought her off.
Mavis was obviously in her glory. I looked at her as if to query whether she wanted me to do her but she said not today. She told me to clean things in the basement. The girls dressed and the four of them went upstairs.
I cleaned the cage, went upstairs with my bag where they were waiting, I noticed by the clock it was almost 4:00. I dressed again and the three of them hugged Mavis. She looked at me and said finally she’d found some body to train who understood how to behave. She made a comment that as she gets older she might need some help in doing certain things to me. She said how nice it would be to teach these girls how to really use me. I thought … oh goody; they don’t need lessons.
We left and dropped Jessie off at her house and got back to Whitney's by 4:30. I took the garment bag out of my car which contained the things I planned to wear to my meeting that evening.
I showered. They brought me a pair of Tonya’s worn panties and told me to wear them. I slipped them on and finished dressing for the evening, I returned to the kitchen where Whitney and Karen were munching Frito’s. Whitney gave me a cat call and said for an old bitch I looked hot. I blushed.
Then she asked me when I could come back. I said it depended on when she was available. She said it would probably have to be on a weekend, to which I replied okay but what about their mom? She asked me if I wanted to meet her mom, how would I handle that. I retorted how would she (Whitney) handle it? She said NO; how would I handle it since I was fucking her daughters, wearing her panties and cumming in her sheets. I turned beet red. Good lord, did she ever put me in my place with that remark! She said if I was told to come down in a couple of weekends from now would I do it? I said yes if it’s appropriate but what about her relationship with her mom, specifically did she do these things with her mom. She replied that her mom is in no position to tell her or her sister what to do.
She got off the kitchen counter where she was sitting, left the room and returned with five pairs of her mom’s worn panties. She said that’s my rations until we got together next time. I was as baffled as ever and I dropped the subject about her mom and simply promised her I’d wear the panties.
By then it was about 5:30, I had to go and Whitney suggested I do so since her mom would be home soon. I thanked them profusely, and then with one final query when Whitney and I were on the front porch alone, I asked her again about her mom. She gave me a funny look and said she thought her mom will enjoy meeting me sometime.
I gave up. I told her I’d call her soon and she laughed, be sure it’s not during class, that’s one more thing her mom was upset about. I laughed, too, and left for my meeting
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