Family Orgy
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Episode 79: University Orgy free porn video
At last my older step-sister Becky was home from University – I had really missed our sisterly chats and her regular slapping of my naughty bare butt.
After she had emptied out her dirty washing and had a quick shower to get refreshed from the train journey, she and step-mum and me were sat on the sofa. Becky was just dressed in a white cotton bathrobe – her hair still wrapped in a towel.
Becky told us about the University classes, but was most animated about off-campus the living arrangements. She was lucky enough to be sharing a big dormitory room in the attic with five other girls in a smart old Victorian mansion on the London Road. It was very secluded, set back behind trees and had a large garden, not overlooked by the neighbours for outdoor drinking and sex parties.
“Are the five girls all lesbians?”I asked.
Mother leant across me to stroke Becky’s thigh under the bathrobe: “you don’t have to answer that if you don’t want to”.
“That’s OK Jess – I share your preference for pretty girls. Yes we’re all lesbians, except for Jade who is definitely straight and I’m not certain about Lana – I think she may be a bit Bi”.
“Oh how wonderful” purred Mum “I was afraid you were going to be the only one. Tell us about the bedroom – it sounds amazing”.
“Well, most of the newer rooms are single, but ours has six single beds, but we mostly push two or three together for sex and there is a massive en-suite bathroom. It’s more like a wet-room – all shiny grey tiles, with 3 sinks along one wall and opposite a shower area that we can all fit into”.
“What about the toilet – is that in there too – do you have to watch each other?”
“Jess – now you are being disgusting” Mother slapped my bare belly playfully – it made my tits wobble inside the tiny blue crop-top.
“No it’s OK – Jess is right - there is a toilet in the wet-room if we don’t mind being watched peeing and a separate one next door for privacy. We mostly strip off after classes and walk around naked. Mum don’t look so horrified – we are all grown-up girls – we know what a pretty pussy and arse looks like”.
“So how come you’re not getting aroused and fucking all the time?”
Mother slapped me again: “Jess –just because your sister is surrounded by 4 hot naked lesbians doesn’t mean that sex is the only thing to think of – she is there to learn Engineering”.
“Jess is right again – smarty boots” Becky lifted my crop-top and slapped my tits, just like in the summer. “After the first week, when he hardly got out of bed, we devised a dress code: naked just means you are using the bathroom, white panties means you’re up for a bit of slap and tickle and a black thong means you need to fuck real soon. The winner of the weekly Trib Night contest is entitled to wear the red leather jewelled thong – it’s covered in spikes –we’re saving up for a matching top. Oh and then there’s Jade – the heterosexual - she never wears panties when she’s out on the pull, she lets us check her open-crotch tights. We are trying to convert her to the joys of sucking pussy – perhaps we’ll have more luck next time she gets dumped by a bloke”.
“Tell us about Trib Night” asked Mum, sliding her hand further up Becky’s thigh “I like the sound of that”.
“Well we put all the mattresses together on the floor and pair off – names drawn out of a bra cup. Normal trib rules apply-the only thing to touch a pussy is another pussy – no hands or mouths. The winner is the first to make her partner cum or surrender. Sometimes we use Baby Oil to prolong the pussy-fight. Sometimes we let boys in to watch, provided they bring the beer and promise not to touch”.
“I like the sound of that – I guess you are allowed to hold hands to pull your cunts up hard together, but no tit-slapping?”
Both Mum and Becky slapped my tits: “you are still obsessed with pain, you little slut. By the way how is your sex life, baby girl?”
I got up from the sofa and gracefully knelt in front of Becky, my eyes lowered, hands behind my back: “I’ve been training as a Sub, Mistress. Would you like me to pleasure you?”
Becky smiled: “you can suck my cunt, baby girl – I’ve not had a proper orgasm since last night – the quick wank on the train doesn’t really count”.
I shuffled forwards, keeping my back straight and eyes lowered until my face met my sister’s open thighs, then travelled up to her open crotch. Her cunt was still sticky from the train masturbation – I carefully licked her clean, slowly flicking across her clit to increase the passion. Next according to my cunnilingus instructor – a finger or two to stroke the petals, dip inside and rub the moisture across her hardening clit. It seemed to be working – Becky was moaning and holding the back of my head.
Becky had opened her bathrobe, allowing Mother to rub in some Baby Oil and caress her slippery tits. Looking down at me, she said “keep sucking baby – you’re doing a better job than some of my room-mates”.
Replying “Yes Mistress, if that is your pleasure” made me wet too. I could feel my cunt juicing up – perhaps it would get some attention soon.
I brought Becky off surprisingly quickly – I imagined a hardened lesbian could take hours of cunnilingus – but she came in my mouth after only ten minutes of vigorous licking and stroking her in that magic place between cunt and arse.
Becky panted “wow I needed that – you are good little sister – here let me have you”.
I stood up – my pussy at the perfect height for kissing – hands still behind my back: “If it pleases you, Mistress”.
Becky slapped my arse again, quite hard: “you are a complete pervert – I love you”.
Her tongue wrapped around my clit as both hands pulled my thighs forward – I had to hold onto her head to maintain my balance – her mouth felt fantastic – completely encircling my pussy lips. Then Mother was standing behind me, kissing the back of my neck, hands grappling my tits.
Dance School
Becky: “I need to tell you about the Dance School next door and the amazing party we had at the weekend. When we first arrived Jade - the hetero – noticed a high-powered telescope on a tripod in the bay window. Funny thing is – it wasn’t pointing up into the sky, for star-gazing, but facing downwards onto the glass roof of a massive conservatory room next-door. It always seemed to be in darkness whenever we looked, but one evening the lights were on and the room was filled with tiny girls, all dressed in pink leotards practicing dance steps. The walls were all mirrored with a bar around at waist height - of course – it was a dance studio. The girls were really young and pretty – Jade was disgusted at us lesbians ogling their tight little bottoms joggling as they pranced around the room.
But best of all were the two instructors – they were gorgeous. Probably in their mid-twenties, tall, lean, athletic figures, long-legs, tiny busts, pert arses, amazing camel-toes. One had long brown hair tied in a pony-tail, the other bleach-blonde and bubbly. Same friendly face, sexy laugh, sculpted bodies – they could have been twins. That night they were dressed in one-piece black lacy body suits, hugging their powerful thighs and pert butts. They slipped on a red tartan wrap-around micro-skirt when collecting a new ch1ld from the front door, probably to not frighten the parents, but ripped it off as soon as they were back in the room – lifting a foot onto the exercise bar to demonstrate a perfect camel-toe to the ch1ldren. Sometimes when the little dancers were busy, they would bump hips or slap a bottom making their unfettered tiny breasts bounce alluringly”.
“Wow” was all I could manage.
“Shut up Jess, and let Becky finish” said Mum, just stroking my leg.
Flashing Outside
“Well we just had to have them around for an orgy. Turns out their classes are on Thursdays, so the following week I was sent around to invite them. I just grabbed a dirty-old-man belted raincoat that someone had left to cover my nakedness and strolled next door.
Turns out it had no buttons, just a loosely tied belt - hands thrust deep into the pockets, pocket linings had been removed - touching bare flesh – the hot bare tummy flesh above my thong. Outside in the front garden a hand crept inside the thong –such soft supple leather felt just like the pussy lips encased within. I had to lean back against the door-frame when the hand started jilling my slick lips. The flasher coat seemed to dissociate my arms and hands – it felt like my hand was petting someone else’s pussy and it was her fingers buried in my cunt. A chilly breeze opened the front of the coat –my tits looked rather attractive with rock-hard nipples – usually they lay fairly flat, but the rough coat fabric was roughing them up rather nicely.
I somehow arrived at the Dance School front door without displaying too much more naked aroused flesh, without noticing the enticing cuntal scent rising. A pretty ch1ld coming out the door sniffed the air – my cunt being at her head height: “mmm pussy – Mummy that lady smells of sex – is she masturbating”?
Her elegantly-dressed Mummy leaned in very close, whispering “Filthy Slut” in my ear. She was very well spoken and had probably never addressed anyone as ‘Filthy Slut’ before, but now seemed to be quite enjoying the experience.
She grabbed my arse, adding another hand to the orgy going on inside the Flasher’s Coat: “Why are you Jilling Off in front of these little girls? – You Filthy Bitch Slut”. I could feel the orgasm approaching -could I cum in front of her little girl? With a painful inevitability, her head lowered to my chest – her jaw clamped onto one nipple as a finger entered my arse. I came in buckets – the pussy juice spewing all over my fingers. Most was held inside the coat, but some must have squirted on the little girl’s face.
She licked her lips loving the taste of my vaginal secretions: “Mummy will I cum like that when I’m older”?
“Sorry, little girl..” I started, trying to wipe the cum from her face.
“I’m not your Little Girl” she screamed at me “I’m Chloe and I’ve nearly got proper tits, you patronising Squirting Bitch”.
Mummy dragged her away to the car: “Come on we need to get you to piano lessons – not sucking squirt out of this Filthy Bitch”. She slapped me again before leaving; this time right between the legs then licked her fingers: “she’s right though – you do taste good”.
Sex Inside
Inside the dance class, close up the teachers were even hotter than staring through the telescope – they just oozed sex-appeal and they knew it. Blondie had been working the baby dancers in their leotards and tight butts pretty hard, and had got quite sweaty between the breasts and thighs. She pulled the sticky one-piece cat suit away from her crotch, apologising for the very obvious camel-toe. I mumbled something crass about loving the way she looked and would the two of them like to come next-door for tea or drinks or sex on Saturday”.
“So you must be the perverts in that top room, watching us through the telescope –I thought at first you must be blokes, then I realised it’s a Girls Hall of Residence, so you must all be lesbians”. She slipped a hand inside the coat cupping my vagina inside the red leather thong: “Oh nice and warm and soft – I’m going to enjoy you”.
They spoke briefly in some European language (Polish perhaps), then declared they’d love to come; provided we had enough dildos; they would bring the vodka. Just then some parents arrived to collect their darling ch1ldren, Ella bundled me into the cloakroom: “down on your knees, Bitch”. She whipped off the belt, tying my wrists behind, then grinding her hot crotch into my face. The cloakroom was only separated from the main hall by a short glass panel – any adult looking over the top would see us having sex as she forced my head back to suck her cunt. She kept her cool long enough to hand out coats to the right baby girls as they skipped around, jabbering to Mum about learning their latest dance steps. Eventually they had all left and Ella could caress the back of my neck while she ground her very wet cunt up and down my nose and chin.
I think she was nearly cumming for me when a little face popped around the corner of the screen – Oh Shit it was Chloe back again: “Oh Miss – why is that lady kissing your vagina – does it feel nice – would she kiss mine too - is she a lesbian?”
The little girl popped open the crotch of her leotard and whipped off her footless dance tights for me to sample her virginal lips – I squeezed her little bottom and kissed her gently between the legs –she stopped chattering and just purred: “please lady... please... I’m so wet for you...make me your baby girl... make me cum”.
How could we refuse – Ella and I lay her down between us, I had her front, Ella her back – we stroked her intimately – her tight pussy was very wet. The coat had gone; I was just in the red leather thong, Ella was topless, the ch1ld bare below the waist.
Suddenly her very angry mother was standing over us: “What the fuck are you two doing to my little girl”? She yanked on my red waistband from behind, pulling the thong painfully up into my crotch, then landing a perfect slap on my bare arse, then again and again.
“Don’t hurt her Mummy – she was only doing what I asked – it’s not like I’m a virgin or anything – I have had sex, but never with a beautiful woman”.
I had stood up, bending over, removing the thong to give her mother better access – she was still abusing my arse – she was really enjoying it.
“You filthy slut – you’re enjoying this punishment too” her slaps were alternated with caresses, Ella scooped up the pussy juice spilling down my thighs, drinking it down until the little girl demanded some.
“Get your own, baby – I need this”.
Feeling the little girl’s mouth on my pussy, her mother beating on my butt and Ella groping my tits did it – I came and came and came – perhaps I am becoming a filthy submissive slut.
I couldn’t wait until Saturday night – every time we spied through the telescope, they were in the room, bending over, displaying their pert arses.
The Party
“Tell us about the party, sis – all the gory details – who came, what were they wearing, how many orgasms did you get?”
“Disgusting ch1ld” rebuked Mother, slapping my tits again “Oh sorry, I forgot you enjoy that, don’t you – you nasty little Sub”
Becky explained that all her flat mates and most of the girls from downstairs were already stripped down to their underwear before the dance teachers Blondie and her sister Ella arrived. They wore just their red tartan micro-skirts, with a red scarf tied around their tits like a bandeau top.
I didn’t see Chloe’s mum Jackie until the Trib Contest started – by then she had apparently discarded most of her black leather outfit except for the bra and a pair of latex stay-up stockings. She made a very hot MILF with her arse hanging out – and had already beaten most of the students at pussy-fighting.
Jade – the only heterosexual in the room, invited two boys that she promptly handcuffed to stop them fondling any other girls. She had one on her bed while the other was forced to watch, then she had both of them on the floor, while one the lezzers sat on her face – that taught her.
The vodka flowed almost as freely as anal lubricant – it was everywhere – dribbling down crotches, licked out from between buttocks and some was even drunk from the bottle. The party was wild – you have never seen so much turned-on female flesh getting pounded with dildos, stuffed with vibrators or just kissed and rubbed. Blondie and Ella were inseparable – they had identical thick, purple strap-on dildos and insisted upon double-fucking any girl they fancied.
“I bet you were first” suggested Mum “you filthy slut”.
“Mother!” I exclaimed “you are rude”.
We all knelt around the edge of the Trib mattresses, watching Chloe’s mum Jackie holding my flatmate’s crotch in a vice-like grip between her legs. I guess she had been a dancer – she had steel-hard thighs, pinning the submissive student down when a phone rang insistently. We all looked at each other – where was it? Under a pile of clothes - I pulled out the iPhone – recognising the photo of a grinning ch1ld in a pink bikini – Chloe.
I swiped to answer the skype-call: “Hello baby-girl”, Chloe appeared – topless, with one arm casually across her junior breasts.
She started to say “Hi Mum” then recognised me – also topless – hard nipples from watching the trib session. “Who the fuck are you, and where is my mum? Wait a minute – you’re that pervert from the Hall of Residence – put my Mum on - I need to talk to the Bitch”
I moved the phone up a bit so my tits were out of view: “Sorry Chloe –she’s busy fucking one of my friends right now” I angled the phone over to the Trib area “can I help?”
“Tell her I need the Router password – she’s been playing with the Parental Controls again and my remote-vibrator won’t work after 9 o’clock”. She flashed her phone at the laptop screen – showing her numerous attempts at guessing the password, and then down to the vibrator antenna sticking up between her pretty legs.
“That looks hot, baby-girl – I bet it makes you good pocket money. Have you tried ‘XXXX’?” I asked “My Mum uses that at home to stop my baby sister getting at Porn Sites”. Chloe’s fingers flashed across the keyboard, and moaned as the vibe up her cunt burst back into life: “Oh thank you” she purred. She propped her phone up next to the web-cam, so I could see her squirming as each ‘ker-ching’ announced another burst of energy to her pussy.
I had wondered why her mother was still wearing the black studded leather bra – every other tit in the room was bare – perhaps this was her weak spot.
“My pleasure” I replied “perhaps you can do me a favour” before she dropped the call “tell me, does your mother have particularly sensitive nipples”.
“Yeah, she’s always moaning that since having me, she can’t stand anyone touching them. Apparently I used to suck like a vacuum cleaner – my boyfriend says I still do. Go ahead – rip the bitch’s tits off”.
Being the current Trib Champion, I was last to fight, so I slipped off the overheated red leather thong, handing it to the Adjudicator: “Look after this baby – I’ll be wanting it back real soon”.
“Come on Bitch- do you worst” she screamed, flying across the mattresses to grind one knee between my thighs. After a tussle, I managed to pin both her arms down and hit the quick-release bra catch, freeing her ultra-sensitive tits. One quick squeeze on each and she was screaming – this time in submission in the final pussy-fight of the evening.
On the Sofa
“My heroine” sighed Mummy, stroking Becky’s face.
“My Mistress” I gurgled, head still buried between her legs.
After she had emptied out her dirty washing and had a quick shower to get refreshed from the train journey, she and step-mum and me were sat on the sofa. Becky was just dressed in a white cotton bathrobe – her hair still wrapped in a towel.
Becky told us about the University classes, but was most animated about off-campus the living arrangements. She was lucky enough to be sharing a big dormitory room in the attic with five other girls in a smart old Victorian mansion on the London Road. It was very secluded, set back behind trees and had a large garden, not overlooked by the neighbours for outdoor drinking and sex parties.
“Are the five girls all lesbians?”I asked.
Mother leant across me to stroke Becky’s thigh under the bathrobe: “you don’t have to answer that if you don’t want to”.
“That’s OK Jess – I share your preference for pretty girls. Yes we’re all lesbians, except for Jade who is definitely straight and I’m not certain about Lana – I think she may be a bit Bi”.
“Oh how wonderful” purred Mum “I was afraid you were going to be the only one. Tell us about the bedroom – it sounds amazing”.
“Well, most of the newer rooms are single, but ours has six single beds, but we mostly push two or three together for sex and there is a massive en-suite bathroom. It’s more like a wet-room – all shiny grey tiles, with 3 sinks along one wall and opposite a shower area that we can all fit into”.
“What about the toilet – is that in there too – do you have to watch each other?”
“Jess – now you are being disgusting” Mother slapped my bare belly playfully – it made my tits wobble inside the tiny blue crop-top.
“No it’s OK – Jess is right - there is a toilet in the wet-room if we don’t mind being watched peeing and a separate one next door for privacy. We mostly strip off after classes and walk around naked. Mum don’t look so horrified – we are all grown-up girls – we know what a pretty pussy and arse looks like”.
“So how come you’re not getting aroused and fucking all the time?”
Mother slapped me again: “Jess –just because your sister is surrounded by 4 hot naked lesbians doesn’t mean that sex is the only thing to think of – she is there to learn Engineering”.
“Jess is right again – smarty boots” Becky lifted my crop-top and slapped my tits, just like in the summer. “After the first week, when he hardly got out of bed, we devised a dress code: naked just means you are using the bathroom, white panties means you’re up for a bit of slap and tickle and a black thong means you need to fuck real soon. The winner of the weekly Trib Night contest is entitled to wear the red leather jewelled thong – it’s covered in spikes –we’re saving up for a matching top. Oh and then there’s Jade – the heterosexual - she never wears panties when she’s out on the pull, she lets us check her open-crotch tights. We are trying to convert her to the joys of sucking pussy – perhaps we’ll have more luck next time she gets dumped by a bloke”.
“Tell us about Trib Night” asked Mum, sliding her hand further up Becky’s thigh “I like the sound of that”.
“Well we put all the mattresses together on the floor and pair off – names drawn out of a bra cup. Normal trib rules apply-the only thing to touch a pussy is another pussy – no hands or mouths. The winner is the first to make her partner cum or surrender. Sometimes we use Baby Oil to prolong the pussy-fight. Sometimes we let boys in to watch, provided they bring the beer and promise not to touch”.
“I like the sound of that – I guess you are allowed to hold hands to pull your cunts up hard together, but no tit-slapping?”
Both Mum and Becky slapped my tits: “you are still obsessed with pain, you little slut. By the way how is your sex life, baby girl?”
I got up from the sofa and gracefully knelt in front of Becky, my eyes lowered, hands behind my back: “I’ve been training as a Sub, Mistress. Would you like me to pleasure you?”
Becky smiled: “you can suck my cunt, baby girl – I’ve not had a proper orgasm since last night – the quick wank on the train doesn’t really count”.
I shuffled forwards, keeping my back straight and eyes lowered until my face met my sister’s open thighs, then travelled up to her open crotch. Her cunt was still sticky from the train masturbation – I carefully licked her clean, slowly flicking across her clit to increase the passion. Next according to my cunnilingus instructor – a finger or two to stroke the petals, dip inside and rub the moisture across her hardening clit. It seemed to be working – Becky was moaning and holding the back of my head.
Becky had opened her bathrobe, allowing Mother to rub in some Baby Oil and caress her slippery tits. Looking down at me, she said “keep sucking baby – you’re doing a better job than some of my room-mates”.
Replying “Yes Mistress, if that is your pleasure” made me wet too. I could feel my cunt juicing up – perhaps it would get some attention soon.
I brought Becky off surprisingly quickly – I imagined a hardened lesbian could take hours of cunnilingus – but she came in my mouth after only ten minutes of vigorous licking and stroking her in that magic place between cunt and arse.
Becky panted “wow I needed that – you are good little sister – here let me have you”.
I stood up – my pussy at the perfect height for kissing – hands still behind my back: “If it pleases you, Mistress”.
Becky slapped my arse again, quite hard: “you are a complete pervert – I love you”.
Her tongue wrapped around my clit as both hands pulled my thighs forward – I had to hold onto her head to maintain my balance – her mouth felt fantastic – completely encircling my pussy lips. Then Mother was standing behind me, kissing the back of my neck, hands grappling my tits.
Dance School
Becky: “I need to tell you about the Dance School next door and the amazing party we had at the weekend. When we first arrived Jade - the hetero – noticed a high-powered telescope on a tripod in the bay window. Funny thing is – it wasn’t pointing up into the sky, for star-gazing, but facing downwards onto the glass roof of a massive conservatory room next-door. It always seemed to be in darkness whenever we looked, but one evening the lights were on and the room was filled with tiny girls, all dressed in pink leotards practicing dance steps. The walls were all mirrored with a bar around at waist height - of course – it was a dance studio. The girls were really young and pretty – Jade was disgusted at us lesbians ogling their tight little bottoms joggling as they pranced around the room.
But best of all were the two instructors – they were gorgeous. Probably in their mid-twenties, tall, lean, athletic figures, long-legs, tiny busts, pert arses, amazing camel-toes. One had long brown hair tied in a pony-tail, the other bleach-blonde and bubbly. Same friendly face, sexy laugh, sculpted bodies – they could have been twins. That night they were dressed in one-piece black lacy body suits, hugging their powerful thighs and pert butts. They slipped on a red tartan wrap-around micro-skirt when collecting a new ch1ld from the front door, probably to not frighten the parents, but ripped it off as soon as they were back in the room – lifting a foot onto the exercise bar to demonstrate a perfect camel-toe to the ch1ldren. Sometimes when the little dancers were busy, they would bump hips or slap a bottom making their unfettered tiny breasts bounce alluringly”.
“Wow” was all I could manage.
“Shut up Jess, and let Becky finish” said Mum, just stroking my leg.
Flashing Outside
“Well we just had to have them around for an orgy. Turns out their classes are on Thursdays, so the following week I was sent around to invite them. I just grabbed a dirty-old-man belted raincoat that someone had left to cover my nakedness and strolled next door.
Turns out it had no buttons, just a loosely tied belt - hands thrust deep into the pockets, pocket linings had been removed - touching bare flesh – the hot bare tummy flesh above my thong. Outside in the front garden a hand crept inside the thong –such soft supple leather felt just like the pussy lips encased within. I had to lean back against the door-frame when the hand started jilling my slick lips. The flasher coat seemed to dissociate my arms and hands – it felt like my hand was petting someone else’s pussy and it was her fingers buried in my cunt. A chilly breeze opened the front of the coat –my tits looked rather attractive with rock-hard nipples – usually they lay fairly flat, but the rough coat fabric was roughing them up rather nicely.
I somehow arrived at the Dance School front door without displaying too much more naked aroused flesh, without noticing the enticing cuntal scent rising. A pretty ch1ld coming out the door sniffed the air – my cunt being at her head height: “mmm pussy – Mummy that lady smells of sex – is she masturbating”?
Her elegantly-dressed Mummy leaned in very close, whispering “Filthy Slut” in my ear. She was very well spoken and had probably never addressed anyone as ‘Filthy Slut’ before, but now seemed to be quite enjoying the experience.
She grabbed my arse, adding another hand to the orgy going on inside the Flasher’s Coat: “Why are you Jilling Off in front of these little girls? – You Filthy Bitch Slut”. I could feel the orgasm approaching -could I cum in front of her little girl? With a painful inevitability, her head lowered to my chest – her jaw clamped onto one nipple as a finger entered my arse. I came in buckets – the pussy juice spewing all over my fingers. Most was held inside the coat, but some must have squirted on the little girl’s face.
She licked her lips loving the taste of my vaginal secretions: “Mummy will I cum like that when I’m older”?
“Sorry, little girl..” I started, trying to wipe the cum from her face.
“I’m not your Little Girl” she screamed at me “I’m Chloe and I’ve nearly got proper tits, you patronising Squirting Bitch”.
Mummy dragged her away to the car: “Come on we need to get you to piano lessons – not sucking squirt out of this Filthy Bitch”. She slapped me again before leaving; this time right between the legs then licked her fingers: “she’s right though – you do taste good”.
Sex Inside
Inside the dance class, close up the teachers were even hotter than staring through the telescope – they just oozed sex-appeal and they knew it. Blondie had been working the baby dancers in their leotards and tight butts pretty hard, and had got quite sweaty between the breasts and thighs. She pulled the sticky one-piece cat suit away from her crotch, apologising for the very obvious camel-toe. I mumbled something crass about loving the way she looked and would the two of them like to come next-door for tea or drinks or sex on Saturday”.
“So you must be the perverts in that top room, watching us through the telescope –I thought at first you must be blokes, then I realised it’s a Girls Hall of Residence, so you must all be lesbians”. She slipped a hand inside the coat cupping my vagina inside the red leather thong: “Oh nice and warm and soft – I’m going to enjoy you”.
They spoke briefly in some European language (Polish perhaps), then declared they’d love to come; provided we had enough dildos; they would bring the vodka. Just then some parents arrived to collect their darling ch1ldren, Ella bundled me into the cloakroom: “down on your knees, Bitch”. She whipped off the belt, tying my wrists behind, then grinding her hot crotch into my face. The cloakroom was only separated from the main hall by a short glass panel – any adult looking over the top would see us having sex as she forced my head back to suck her cunt. She kept her cool long enough to hand out coats to the right baby girls as they skipped around, jabbering to Mum about learning their latest dance steps. Eventually they had all left and Ella could caress the back of my neck while she ground her very wet cunt up and down my nose and chin.
I think she was nearly cumming for me when a little face popped around the corner of the screen – Oh Shit it was Chloe back again: “Oh Miss – why is that lady kissing your vagina – does it feel nice – would she kiss mine too - is she a lesbian?”
The little girl popped open the crotch of her leotard and whipped off her footless dance tights for me to sample her virginal lips – I squeezed her little bottom and kissed her gently between the legs –she stopped chattering and just purred: “please lady... please... I’m so wet for you...make me your baby girl... make me cum”.
How could we refuse – Ella and I lay her down between us, I had her front, Ella her back – we stroked her intimately – her tight pussy was very wet. The coat had gone; I was just in the red leather thong, Ella was topless, the ch1ld bare below the waist.
Suddenly her very angry mother was standing over us: “What the fuck are you two doing to my little girl”? She yanked on my red waistband from behind, pulling the thong painfully up into my crotch, then landing a perfect slap on my bare arse, then again and again.
“Don’t hurt her Mummy – she was only doing what I asked – it’s not like I’m a virgin or anything – I have had sex, but never with a beautiful woman”.
I had stood up, bending over, removing the thong to give her mother better access – she was still abusing my arse – she was really enjoying it.
“You filthy slut – you’re enjoying this punishment too” her slaps were alternated with caresses, Ella scooped up the pussy juice spilling down my thighs, drinking it down until the little girl demanded some.
“Get your own, baby – I need this”.
Feeling the little girl’s mouth on my pussy, her mother beating on my butt and Ella groping my tits did it – I came and came and came – perhaps I am becoming a filthy submissive slut.
I couldn’t wait until Saturday night – every time we spied through the telescope, they were in the room, bending over, displaying their pert arses.
The Party
“Tell us about the party, sis – all the gory details – who came, what were they wearing, how many orgasms did you get?”
“Disgusting ch1ld” rebuked Mother, slapping my tits again “Oh sorry, I forgot you enjoy that, don’t you – you nasty little Sub”
Becky explained that all her flat mates and most of the girls from downstairs were already stripped down to their underwear before the dance teachers Blondie and her sister Ella arrived. They wore just their red tartan micro-skirts, with a red scarf tied around their tits like a bandeau top.
I didn’t see Chloe’s mum Jackie until the Trib Contest started – by then she had apparently discarded most of her black leather outfit except for the bra and a pair of latex stay-up stockings. She made a very hot MILF with her arse hanging out – and had already beaten most of the students at pussy-fighting.
Jade – the only heterosexual in the room, invited two boys that she promptly handcuffed to stop them fondling any other girls. She had one on her bed while the other was forced to watch, then she had both of them on the floor, while one the lezzers sat on her face – that taught her.
The vodka flowed almost as freely as anal lubricant – it was everywhere – dribbling down crotches, licked out from between buttocks and some was even drunk from the bottle. The party was wild – you have never seen so much turned-on female flesh getting pounded with dildos, stuffed with vibrators or just kissed and rubbed. Blondie and Ella were inseparable – they had identical thick, purple strap-on dildos and insisted upon double-fucking any girl they fancied.
“I bet you were first” suggested Mum “you filthy slut”.
“Mother!” I exclaimed “you are rude”.
We all knelt around the edge of the Trib mattresses, watching Chloe’s mum Jackie holding my flatmate’s crotch in a vice-like grip between her legs. I guess she had been a dancer – she had steel-hard thighs, pinning the submissive student down when a phone rang insistently. We all looked at each other – where was it? Under a pile of clothes - I pulled out the iPhone – recognising the photo of a grinning ch1ld in a pink bikini – Chloe.
I swiped to answer the skype-call: “Hello baby-girl”, Chloe appeared – topless, with one arm casually across her junior breasts.
She started to say “Hi Mum” then recognised me – also topless – hard nipples from watching the trib session. “Who the fuck are you, and where is my mum? Wait a minute – you’re that pervert from the Hall of Residence – put my Mum on - I need to talk to the Bitch”
I moved the phone up a bit so my tits were out of view: “Sorry Chloe –she’s busy fucking one of my friends right now” I angled the phone over to the Trib area “can I help?”
“Tell her I need the Router password – she’s been playing with the Parental Controls again and my remote-vibrator won’t work after 9 o’clock”. She flashed her phone at the laptop screen – showing her numerous attempts at guessing the password, and then down to the vibrator antenna sticking up between her pretty legs.
“That looks hot, baby-girl – I bet it makes you good pocket money. Have you tried ‘XXXX’?” I asked “My Mum uses that at home to stop my baby sister getting at Porn Sites”. Chloe’s fingers flashed across the keyboard, and moaned as the vibe up her cunt burst back into life: “Oh thank you” she purred. She propped her phone up next to the web-cam, so I could see her squirming as each ‘ker-ching’ announced another burst of energy to her pussy.
I had wondered why her mother was still wearing the black studded leather bra – every other tit in the room was bare – perhaps this was her weak spot.
“My pleasure” I replied “perhaps you can do me a favour” before she dropped the call “tell me, does your mother have particularly sensitive nipples”.
“Yeah, she’s always moaning that since having me, she can’t stand anyone touching them. Apparently I used to suck like a vacuum cleaner – my boyfriend says I still do. Go ahead – rip the bitch’s tits off”.
Being the current Trib Champion, I was last to fight, so I slipped off the overheated red leather thong, handing it to the Adjudicator: “Look after this baby – I’ll be wanting it back real soon”.
“Come on Bitch- do you worst” she screamed, flying across the mattresses to grind one knee between my thighs. After a tussle, I managed to pin both her arms down and hit the quick-release bra catch, freeing her ultra-sensitive tits. One quick squeeze on each and she was screaming – this time in submission in the final pussy-fight of the evening.
On the Sofa
“My heroine” sighed Mummy, stroking Becky’s face.
“My Mistress” I gurgled, head still buried between her legs.
Kierra
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