Kristine and Mrs. Anderson
Part 3 of 3
Mrs. Anderson helps me clean myself up as everyone
stretches, somewhat dazed, and calls it a night. Mrs.
Anderson, Jeff and Marcie go home. Jimmy is really worked
up and we quickly fuck. Jimmy is okay, but I’m already
thinking of how me and Mrs. Anderson can get together again.
A few weeks later my family is having our huge
famous summer barbecue. Family and friends gather together
in our large backyard to consume tons of corn, dogs and beans.
I worked hard in the morning with my parents and sisters to
get the house and yard ready for the big shin-dig. I’m nervous
with frenetic energy because the Anderson’s will be part of the
crowd coming over to visit. This will be the first time I’ll be
seeing Mrs. Anderson after our wild lesbian encounter at
Jimmy’s. I haven’t heard from Jimmy all week and suspect he
has moved on. I don’t seemed to care that much about him
either way. He’s nice but I’ve been dreaming more about Mrs.
Anderson lately.
People start showing up, the burger’s sizzle on the
grill. The Anderson’s finally arrive. My heart is in my throat.
Mr. And Mrs. Anderson, with their two daughters walk up,
saying their hello’s to everyone. My Mom relives Mrs.
Anderson of two large homemade pies she’s carrying. Just
seeing Mrs. Anderson again makes my pussy tingle. I’m struck
with how utterly normal and proper she appears, wearing a
modest floral print dress with a blue bow in her hair and a big
white pocketbook at her side. She play’s the part of typical
suburban house perfectly, no sign of the dominatrix-bitch
lurking beneath. I’m sure that no one at our gathering today
would even suspect that just a few nights ago Mrs. Anderson
had me bound and well-plugged as she fucked me silly.
She smiles at me and says hello, as she usually does,
politely asking about my work and school. Even though my
ears burn red with memories, I answer in the typical fashion;
schools okay, work is fine, blah, blah blah...
Mrs. Anderson doesn’t show the slightest hint of the
nasty things we’ve done. The barbecue party continues in the
bright afternoon sun. Little kids race around, as us adults mill
about chatting, drinking pop and beer and swatting at the flies.
My oldest sister, Suzy, has four young noisy kids of her own
which I help take care of.
The kids run off, and for a while I’m left alone at the
one of the picnic tables. I gulp and tremble slightly as Mrs.
Anderson comes by and sits down next to me. For a while we
don’t saying anything. The both of us just staring off in the
afternoon heat.
"Kristine, I’ll get right to the point. I’m aroused as
hell just looking at you here, in your soft blouse and tight-fuck-
me blue jeans. Let’s make love right here and now. I’ve
brought some special toys in my handbag that I’m just dying to
try out on you. Maybe we could go up to your bedroom. You
have a lock on the door, right?"
She says this as in the most nonchalant way, as if
we’re just two gals talking about the county fair!
"Mmm, Mrs. Anderson," I respond trying to stay cool
but completely excited by the idea. "Y-you m-mean now?
That’s very nasty, with everyone around and all."
"Yes honey," she says while innocently tracing a
finger along my shoulder blade. "That of course is the point."
Two minutes later I’m sitting on the bed in my
bedroom, waiting for Mrs. Anderson. Looking around at my
rows of stuffed dolls and the light pink wallpaper. I know that
it’s time I find my own apartment. Being 22 is just old to stay
at home with my parents.
I hear heels coming down the hallway. Mrs. Anderson
enters my bedroom with a whirl. She closes the latch and turns
toward me. We smile at each other and my cheeks blush
lightly.
"Hi, sweetie," she says grinning at me. "I know this is
just a little crazy. Um...is it too much Kristine? It-it just makes
me feel so wild, so naughty, the idea of taking you right here,
right in your own bedroom with our friends and family just
outside. Just let me know, at any time, if it’s too much and we
can stop."
I giggle and return her grin. I nervously stare down at
my hands crossed in my lap.
"Um, no Mrs. Anderson, it-it’s just fine with me.
Umm, L-lets do it! I’ve been dreaming about you all week."
"Hmm, good, good. I’ve been thinking about you too
dear."
Mrs. Anderson puts her large handbag on the bed and
sits down very close to next me. Her hand gently traces up and
down my back. She nuzzles and kisses my neck, I titter at the
caress of her soft lips.
My heart beats rapidly as the older woman slowly
pushes my shoulders way back and down against the bed. I’m
on my back, facing up as Mrs. Anderson moves to her side and
nestles close to me. The dusty afternoon sun shines across my
bedroom walls. I still hear the noise from the barbecue below
even though my bedroom is on the second floor
She gets down next to me and nuzzles my neck with
her soft lips. I sigh and close my eyes as her hands roam across
my tummy, down to my jeans, across my thighs and than
around again. She feels up and over my shirt, fondling and
pressing on my breasts, then moving up to my shoulder and
then back down over my chest again. I keep my eyes close and
thoroughly enjoy Mrs. Anderson’s caressing of my body. Her
touch is very light at first, and then becomes more insistent.
Her nimble fingers unbutton my blouse down my chest and
across my tummy.
Mrs. Anderson kisses me firmly across my cheek, up
to my nose and then softly on my lips. I turn my head and
return her kiss. Our tongues poke out and entwine. Her hands
slowly move over my tummy and under my bra. She cups and
molds my breasts like pizza dough. She’s really turning me on
now. I never imagined myself a lesbian, but I have to admit
that what Mrs. Anderson is doing to me really feels great!
Our tongues dance as she plays with my chest. Her
other hand comes between my legs and rub along my blue
jeans to work long my inner thigh. She grabs my crotch and
fondles me through my pants. I let loose a low moan of
pleasure, giggling nervously as the older woman unbuttons my
jeans and casually zip them open.
"Oh!" I groan in pleasure as her palm rubs along my
pussy mound. She continues to kiss me fiercely as her hands
squeeze and knead my breasts and pussy. She moves down to
kiss and bite along my neck. She inserts two finger up into my
now sopping pussy. A thrilling agony wells up from between
my legs as she slowly mashes and slides her thumb directly
across my clit!
"Oh, Oh! Mrs. Anderson, y-your so nasty!" I murmur
to my wicked lover, short on breath. I can’t believe I’m having
sex with Mrs. Anderson, right here in my girlhood bedroom,
with the sounds of our family picnic in full swing just outside
my window!
"Mmmmm," is the older woman’s only response. She
kisses under my neck and squishes her fingers around deep
inside me. Her intense handling is really turning me on!
I whimper and pout when she means off me and
withdraws her hands.
"Kristine, I want to see your sweet ass as naked as the
day you where born."
Mrs. Anderson finishes undressing me. I help her out
as she lift my blouse over my head. She unclips my bra and
lifts it off. I groan when she briefly lowers her mouth to my
now exposed breasts. She engulfs me, sucking upward on my
tender bosom, treating me like a melting ice cream cone. Oh!
She’s so wild! I groan as Mrs. Anderson takes my nipple
between her teeth and shakes me a bit. My lesbian lover moves
down to my feet dangling over the edge of the bed. She quickly
takes off my sneakers, but leaves my pink cotton socks on. I
close my eyes, I feel so wonderfully wicked. She removes my
blue jeans, I raise my butt to let her slip the pants off me. Mrs.
Anderson doesn’t stop there. I feel her warm fingers take hold
of my panties. She pushes them down and off my legs!
I’m now completely exposed before the older woman!
"Kristine dear, why don’t you open your eyes and get
off your sweet ass. Just kneel on there bed for a bit and watch
me get undressed."
"Um...okay Mrs. Anderson."
I do as the older woman tells me and kneel on my
soft, springy bed facing her. I blush deeply as she looks over
my now naked body like a predator. She smiles at me sweetly,
looking directly in the eyes as she begins unbuttoning the front
of her dress. I gulp. I’m once again struck with just how pretty
Mrs. Anderson is. Soft and shapely, but also strong, with a
hint of definition to her biceps, her breasts are nice and round,
much bigger than mine, her legs well defined and muscular.
She moves towards the bed like at cat, getting on her
knees on the opposite side. We come together, face-to-face,
and embrace. She holds me just under my arms and presses me
tightly against her. Her breasts feel great against me! She’s so
warm and firm. Since she’s taller than me she needs to lean
down a bit to kiss me fiercely. I kiss her back. Mrs. Anderson
then starts kissing me all over! On my cheeks, eyes, nose and
down my neck. I feel completely swept away here in her arms.
I just want to absorb her into me! I kiss the older
woman back, sliding my lips down her throat, along her
shoulder and onto her chest, leaving a trial of sweet spittle as I
go. I suckle on her breasts like a hungry little baby.
"Mmm, oh! Kristina, sweet little Kristina, that so
nice, so wonderful," Mrs. Anderson coos, cradling me to her.
"Aaah, Kristine, Ummmm, Kristine," she says gently
pushing me off her. "Let try something fun. Why don’t you lie
down on the bed proper. And I’ll get over you, but in reverse,
so we can lick each other between the legs. It’s called the 69
position, and it’s very, very nice."
"Okay." I quickly agree and lay down in the center of
the bed. Her idea is so wild and nasty, I just can’t wait to try it!
She turns around and places her knees over me, straddling my
tummy backwards! I look down in amazement as Mrs.
Anderson’s butt moves up and then directly over my face! The
older woman gently brings her wet and musky pussy to rest
over my nose and mouth. I’m overcome with her womanly
scent as she begins to rub back and forth over my face. I
quickly adjust as my nose, mouth and cheeks are plastered
with her flowing love juices. She hooks her hands under my
thighs and pushes my legs opens. I shudder and tremble as
Mrs. Anderson fastens her mouth to me pussy! It’s like an
electric shock of pleasure that reverberates through me.
I attempt to return the favor by opening my mouth to
lick and slurp on the tender-soft pussy mound splayed over my
face.
"Oh baby, oh my sweet little baby, that’s good, that’s
so fucking gooood," Mrs. Anderson murmurs to me. She
moves her hips slightly so my mouth has complete access to
her quim. She returns her mouth to my pussy. We both focus
on licking, lapping and grinding against each other, mouth-to-
pussy, pussy-to-mouth in wonderfully perverted womanly
passion. My bed bounces a bit with our earnest slurping. Mrs.
Anderson inserts her tongue into my pussy and slowly licks up
and out! I echo back the same actions to the older woman’s
pussy. We’re so totally wicked! Me and Mrs. Anderson, up in
my bedroom engaged in fierce oral sex during the family
barbecue!
We’re in a endless loop of giving and receiving the
most intimate kind of pleasure. I loose myself to the
overwhelming passion coursing through my body. Our
twisting, grinding, slurping and licking reaches a fevered
crescendo. We both cum almost at the same time. My back
arches and my hips shake wildly as my orgasm wells out, and
spasms into Mrs. Anderson’s mouth. She groans and I feel her
soft pussy tremble and twitch around my inserted tongue.
She’s already quite sopping wet, but nothing prepares me for
the deluge that follows. Gobs and gobs of her love juices begin
to flow from between her engorged pussy lips. I lick and laps it
up in delight, but my mouth cannot keep up with the demand.
Her juices run all over my face, down my cheeks, over my
chin, and sloping and soaking into my hair.
"Aaaaarrh, Oooooh, baby. Oh my sweet little baby,
oh, a-aarh, a-aaaaaarh!" Mrs. Anderson moans as she lift her
face from my spent pussy. She continues cumming all over my
face! She arches against me, her thighs clamp tightly to me,
her pussy grinds into my mouth and nose. I hear mothers
yelling at their kids running around outside at the barbecue as
Mrs. Anderson’s love flow continues to squirt past my lips,
down my chin, even pooling up in my ears!
Finally her spasming pussy slows down. She
whimpers and moans as she comes down from her high. She
gets off me and turns around. We both laugh when we face
each other. Her face is plastered with my love juices!
"Wow, Kristine, don’t you look like the perfect little
cunt-licker," she tease as she nestles down next to me. The
older woman kisses me directly on the lips, forcing my mouth
open. I hold onto her shoulder as her tongue lazily plays across
my own. We taste each others (and our own!) musky woman-
scent. She stops kissing me and we lie in each others arms in a
gentle post-orgasmic embrace.
She holds me close to her body as we lie on our sides
with our legs entwined. She kisses my neck lightly. Her hands
roam up and down my back, kneading, and molding my ass
cheeks. Our breasts push deliciously together. I close my eyes
and tilt my head back. Mrs. Anderson’s body feels great
against mine, she’s so warm, so strong. As her magic hands
continue to caress, the older woman mashes her pussy over my
hip and thigh while manipulating her own thigh to press and
slide over my own. I can’t believe it. She’s revving up again,
heating us both up! Mrs. Anderson is totally unstoppable!
I moan and melt into the older woman as we thread,
twist and twine against each other on my bed. The late
afternoon sun provides a warm glow throughout my bedroom.
Mrs. Anderson’s body is like a glowing-tan muscular snake,
twisting and rasping through me.
"Oh, baby, your such a sweetie, so young, so
pleasingly pliant." She leans away from me. We look at each
other in the face. I blush under have intense gaze, and then
relax. Her angular face, and bright eyes are simply beautiful.
"Kristine, I have a strap-on dildo and wrist cuffs in
my bag. I’d want to secure you to the bed here and fuck you
with the strap-on. It would be a very nice cap to our little
session this afternoon. What do you think, should we continue,
or called it a day? You know you can tell me to stop at any
time."
"Um...," I pretend to consider her question. She’s so
wonderfully wicked, I’m getting quite wet again just thinking
about it. "Yes!, Yes! Let’s do it, let’s do it all Mrs.Anderson!"
She positions me on my back in the middle of my bed
and stretches my arms out wide. She takes a pair of soft leather
cuffs attached to adjustable chains out of her handbag. She
loops the chains around each end of the bedposts. In no time
she has my wrists bound wide to my own bedposts! She places
a pillow comfortably under my head, and places another pillow
under my ass. She pulls a funny looking molded pink dildo out
of her bag. A series of looping straps and clips are attached to
the back of the thing.
"I just love this strap-on, see how the back is covered
with these firm bristles," the older woman shows me the
strange plastic bristles on the back of the phallus.
"Y-yes, I do Mrs. Anderson," I respond while twisting
slightly, testing my wrist bindings.
"Well these little suckers give me the most amazing
sensations when fucking little sluts like yourself." She teases,
and slips the thing over her legs, tightening the obscene dong
to her crouch. My heart is pounding and I’m sopping between
my legs as I contemplate what Mrs. Anderson is about to do to
me! She bounces on the bed and gets next to me. The older
woman places her hands over my chest. She deeply kneads and
mashes my breasts together!
"Just one more thing for you, my tender little peach,"
she says reaching into her handbag again. I groan when she
pulls out two small metal clips, the clips are spring-loaded
with nasty little rubber-padded teeth!
"Oh!" I groan again, looking down over my bound
body as she grabs hold of my left breast. She pulls up on my
nipple and attaches me directly to the metal clip, clamping the
padded sharp teeth to my tender nip! A white-hot mix pain and
pleasure shoots out over my chest. I whimper and moan as she
gently lifts up, and shakes the nipple-attached clip. I yelp
again as Mrs. Anderson attaches the next clip to my other
nipple! I moan and shake as she takes a short metal chain out
of her bag, and attaches it between each end of the nipple clips.
The effect is that the chain forces my breasts together slightly!
I close my eyes and pull on my bound arms, fully experiencing
the strange, sharp throbbing sensations where her clips bite
lewdly into me. The sensation emanating from my chest feels
like a ceaseless, intense tweaking of my nipples!
Mrs. Anderson leans up. She moves to the bottom of
the bed and gets between my legs, pushing them wide open.
I’m breathing rapidly as I look at the older woman, with her
attached ‘strap-on’, perched between my open legs. She
massages and strokes my inner thigh with her warm fingers.
"Mmm Kristina, my sweet little Kristina. Don’t you
look like the most perfect little love-slave, with your arms
bound and your poor little tender nips all swollen and clamped
up. I’ll bet every man and woman at your barbecue downstairs
would just love to come up here and fuck your sweet brains
out. Hmm, it’s an interesting thought, isn’t it. But don’t worry
I wouldn’t let them, I want to be only one who has access to
your nice little pussy-hole."
"Oh!" What a thing to say! Just for a second the
image of fucking every man and woman at the family barbecue
flashes through my mind, making my poor pussy even wetter.
Mrs. Anderson move over me. Her knees push again
my open thighs. The dildo gently rests between my legs. She’s
on all four, directly over me now. Her hands are on the bed,
near of my shoulders, supporting her upper body. She lowers
her face to mine and we kiss wildly. The older woman breaks
our kissing and reaches down to the strap-on. I shudder
slightly as Mrs. Anderson positions the dildo’s head against
my quim.
I close my eyes and whimper in pure delight as the
older woman slowly, slowly lowers her hips down towards me,
causing the dildo’s wide head to cleave open my pussy lips.
The dong enters into me. I hear a wet, sliding-smacking sound
and feel the long dong deliciously moving up and into me. I
moan and gurgle with pleasure. This is so wild, what me and
Mrs. Anderson are doing, fucking up in my bedroom, while
the family barbecue continues right outside my window! I pull
at my bound wrists and tilt my hips upward to better accept
Mrs. Anderson’s plastic violator into my body. A hot, glorious
feeling of fullness wells out from between my legs as she
finishes burying every inch of the dong inside me. I’m now
completely impaled and whimpering under the older woman!
"Hmm, Kristina, that easily slipped right into your
hot little box, you little tramp. You just love being fucked and
having your pussy completely filled-up. Don’t you, you little
girlie-fuck-slut."
"Ooooh," I groan in disappointment as Mrs.
Anderson withdraws the dong from me.
"Ready for more, sweetie?" The older woman
teasingly asks, smiling down at me.
"Oh God, yes, yes. Please! Please Mrs. Anderson,
please fuck me, fill me up, fill me up completely." I groan and
babble, swamped with lusty need.
"All right then sweetie, here it come."
I whimper in pure ecstasy as the older woman slowly
plunges the phallus inside me again. Using her hips, she
slowly pushes in, and then pulls the dong out. She does this
repeatedly. I murmur and groan in pleasure, moving my hips
up and down each time I’m penetrated by the dildo. I strain
and pull on my bound wrists, moaning, as I instinctively lift
my knees up and wrap my legs around Mrs. Anderson’s
bobbing waist, capturing the older woman warm body between
my legs.
"That’s it baby, I’m all yours," my lover coos down at
me. "Ah, your such a sweet little twat, you feel so fucking
good. All right girl, I’ll gonna really start to fucking you now.
I’m going to fuck you for all your sweet little pussy is worth."
"Aah, Oh!" I gurgle and squeal in sheer joy as Mrs.
Anderson begins to vigorously pump the dildo in and out of me
with powerful up and down movements of her hips. My hips
respond in kind, rising to meet her powerful downward
thrusting. It’s all I can do to keep my legs locked around her
bucking hips. Oh! It feels so fucking good! I buck. I twist. I
groan out loud every time I’m penetrated by her wickedly long
dong.
Mrs. Anderson is an energetic woman. She endlessly
pumps into me. I’m delirious and going out of my mind with
ecstasy. Every once in a while I gasp as new joyous sensation
course through my body as the older woman changes her angle
of attack. She pumps into me from the top of my pussy, then
from the right side, the left, the bottom, then around again,
and again, and again. I twist and squirm against the thrusting
older woman on top of me.
I close my eyes and emit little whelping sounds as my
orgasm fast approaches. Mrs. Anderson must sense this,
because she picks up her thrusting pace. With one hand
steadying her on the bed, her other hand takes hold of the short
chain she attached to the nipple clips between my breasts. As
she continues her ceaseless pumping penetration into my now
very sopping, wet pussy, she slowly pulls up on the chain. I’m
suddenly reminded of the sharp teeth of the clamps biting into
my nipples. She firmly pulls my breasts upward. Looking
down over my body I see an amazing sight; Mrs. Anderson’s
womanly form arching over me, my nipples being pulled up by
the chained clamps, further down the slick phallus rides in and
out, in and out between my legs.
"Aaaaaaaaaarrrh!" I cry out, sobbing and whimpering
uncontrollably as I wiggle, twist and moan under the older
woman. My back arches and I pull on my bound arms. My
pussy gushes and spasms around the dong uncontrollabily.
Lightening hot flashes of heavenly rapture well up from
between my legs and course across my clamped chest. Mrs.
Anderson presses down and fully molds her body to me. She’s
hot and sticky, her breasts feel great as they mash into mine.
She wickedly bites and sucks under my neck. I’m fully
penetrated by the dong as her hips shake and gyrate in tiny
frantic movements. She cries out and holds me tight, her hips
press down into me and becames still for a moment.
Maintaining this position we hold on to each for a while,
suspended in time. The sounds of birds chirping in the late
afternoon sun and noise from the party outside suddenly return
to fill my bedroom.
She lifts her head and looks down at me smiling. I
shyly smile back and we kiss. My lips wetly play across hers.
She breaks the kiss. I groan as she pulls the dildo out of my
pussy and rolls off of me. I wince as she unclips the metal
clamps from my nipples.
"Oh! Oh! Mrs. Anderson!" I moan out loud as she
holds my torso and sucks up and down on my tender nips.
"All right, baby, all right," I sigh as she leans up. "I
think my favorite girl-toy has had enough for today."
She undoes my wrist bindings and quickly gets
dressed, stuffing her ‘toys’ back into her handbag.
"Honey, I better get back to the picnic. You should
probably give it a few minutes and then come down yourself."
"I..umm," I mumble in a post-orgasmic daze, racing
to get my thoughts together as Mrs. Anderson heads for my
bedroom door. "W-will we, um, um, you know, umm, get
together again?"
"Yes sweetie, of course, as often as you like."
"Yes, yes, lets, ummm, I would like it very often!"
"Good, honey, so do I." Mrs. Anderson goes through
the door. I hear her heels clacking down the hallway.
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