Beth’s night with Jenna’s Mom

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I stood in my doorway admiring Jenna’s tight ass as she walked away. My pussy was dripping, my face was smeared with her juices, and as I closed the door I wondered when I’d be able to get my hands on my 18-year-old lover’s cute derriere again. I glanced at the clock and I still had about 30 minutes before Sara was dropped off. I closed the door, quickly stripped off my dress and plopped back on the couch, spreading my legs wide open I plunged the two middle fingers of my right hand into my steamy cunt. I could feel my pussy was much looser than normal after Jenna’s fist-fucking, so I added a third finger. The fingers of my left hand moved to rub my swollen clit and I was quickly on the verge of another orgasm. My mind went to Jenna talking about taking Emily to my bed, and to something else the little vixen had planned. That was enough to send me over the edge, my body convulsing as I came yet again. As my orgasm enveloped me I never slowed down and kept teasing my clit and fucking my oozing cunt, stimulating myself to two more quick orgasms before I made myself stop. I brought my fingers to my mouth and licked them clean as I slowly recovered.

I stood, grabbed my dress and went into the bathroom to check out my appearance. Not surprisingly, I looked like I had just been fucked. My body was a rosy red, my cheeks flushed, and my hair was tousled. I slipped on my dress and made myself as presentable as possible. I walked to the kitchen to get some water and a few minutes later Sara came bursting through the door. I scooped her up and hugged her, very glad I made myself stop masturbating when I did. One more orgasm would have been cutting it really close. We had a great evening together and she helped distract me from my insatiable pussy. The evening went by quickly and soon I was tucking her in for the night. I was exhausted from the long week and my romp with Jenna, so I retired for the night too, hoping to dream of my sweet lesbian plaything.

The next two days were incredibly busy and I didn’t have a moment to think about the fire smoldering deep in my core. When the day ended Friday I was relieved and thankful for the weekend. I picked up Sara and arrived home to find a package on the doorstep. I brought the cardboard box into the kitchen and started to open it, and then realizing what was inside, decided I better take it upstairs so I didn’t have to try to explain to Sara what it was. I went upstairs and quickly finished opening the package in my room. I stripped off my clothes and then reached inside to pull out the strap-on. I studied it for a few moments, loosened the straps and stepped into it, pulling it up over my hips and fastening the Velcro. I walked to the side of my bed and looked at my reflection in the full-length mirror, chuckling as I saw myself with a cock for the first time! I reached down and grasped the red dildo, stroking it.

Instantly my mind raced with the fleeting image of Jenna kneeling in front of me, sucking on the fake cock, and then me behind her, hands on her hips, fucking her. I pulled the straps and dropped it to the floor, my fingers sliding into my panties to caress my wet cunt. I knew it wouldn’t take much for me to cum, but summoning all the willpower I had, I stopped. I didn’t want to keep Sara waiting, and a part of me wanted to let my arousal build for my evening with Allyson. I wasn’t sure I could go that long without an orgasm, but I was willing to try. I dressed, hid the strap-on in my bedside table and went downstairs to start my evening with Sara.

We had just finished dinner when my phone rang. I picked it up, saw Allyson’s name displayed and immediately answered. “Hi Allyson, how are you?”

“I’m doing well,” she responded. “Glad it’s Friday. It has been a long week.”

“Me too. I’m not sure I could have survived another day.”

“So, is tomorrow night still good for dinner?” she asked. “If so, I was thinking about Sullivan’s on Second. Have you ever been there?”

“Yes, tomorrow is still good for me. I’ve never been to Sullivan’s, but I’ve heard good things.”

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