Date: Wed, 21 Nov 2007 12:02:01 -0800 (PST)
From: Wendi Darling <sweetwendi61704@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Camber's and Me - Part 1 - A Mother's Day Surprise

'The Camber's and Me - Part 1 - A Mother's Day Surprise' {Wendi} ( real tg best bd cd anal MF M^F F-dog toys ) [1!3]

     The Camber's live two houses down from me.  I have been fucking the
two daughters, Ashley, presently 16, and Brittany, 14, on a semi-regular
basis for about five years, now.  Both are super-hot blond teenagers with
blue eyes.  Ashley is about five-foot-five, while her younger sister is
about two inches taller.

     Ashley had been seeing our across-the-street neighbor, Michael, but
since Michael had, physically, become Michaela, late last summer, Ashley
has had only me for a cunt 'massage.'

     I was out in the garage with the door open, on the Saturday before
Mother's Day, when I heard voices in front of the house.  Ashley and her
equally well-built mother, Cami (Camille) were out in the street by the
mailbox.  I walked down the drive to see what was up.

     "Hi, We... er... Ed," said Ashley.

     "Hello, Mr. Darling," said Cami.

     "Hi, Ashley," I replied.

     Ashley almost misspoke and called me 'Wendi,' as I have the kids, but
she caught herself in time.

     "You don't have to be so formal, Cami.  Just call me 'Ed' or 'Eddie'
like all the kids do," I said as a winked at Ashley.  "Now, tell me.  What
are you two beautiful girls doing on such a lovely afternoon?"

     "We're putting flyers about the Block Garage Sale, which I'm
coordinating, in all the mailboxes," said Cami.

     "When is it going to be?" I asked.

     "At the end of June," said Ashley.

"Would you like to get in on it?" asked Cami.

     Standing there, conversing with the dual hotties, I felt a familiar
twinge in my loins and my 'clitty' starting to stir.  Both mother and
daughter are about the same height and have the same voluptuous bodies.
Cami, also, has the blond hair and blue eyes like her daughters.  Cam
doesn't know me for the transsexual that I am, as do the two girls, even
though I do wear my over-the-shoulder-length hair in a ponytail.  As usual,
I wasn't wearing any panties under my extremely lightweight and almost
see-through black linen slacks, and I was afraid that Cami would notice the
bulge in my crotch.  She didn't, but Ashley did, and she gave me a knowing
little smile.

     "I just might be interested," I said.  "My wife and I amassed a lot of
stuff over the years of our marriage.  But I'll need some help in
organizing it all.  I've never done a garage sale, before, and I'm afraid
that I'll be needing a lot of help."

     "I can help you with that," replied Cami.  "When would be convenient
for you?  We should get started, as soon as possible."

     That was just the response that I wanted to hear!

     "How does Monday afternoon about 1:00, sound?  Ash and Brit can drop
by after school if they want to."

     I would have preferred to have her over and 'have her' on the next
day, Mother's Day, so I could give her a 'real' present, but I didn't want
to seem overly anxious.  Besides, Cami's husband, Chris, would be home, and
they were all going out for dinner.  I don't think that I could have
'handled' two adult newbies, anyway.

     "That's perfect," said Cami.  I'll see you at one on Monday, then."

     "That's cool," said Ashley.  "Brit'll probably want to come, too."

"The more, the merrier," I said, winking at Ashley.  "See you, then."

     I was ecstatic, and so was my now-stiff appendage.  Just the thought
of having all three blondes in my house, at the same time, almost made me
swoon.  In less than twenty-four hours, I'd have the opportunity to have
sex with the 36-year-old mommy AND her daughters, and introduce mommy to my
German Shepherd, Prince.  Perhaps, I could even 'persuade' the three
lovelies into having an incestuous lesbian romp.

     I arose about 8:00 a.m. on Monday, the day after Mother's Day.  My
live-in trannie soul and sexmate, 'Big' Ashley, had already left for work.
I made myself a lovely breakfast, and took one of my usual luxurious
lavender-scented bubble baths in anticipation of my afternoon visit from
Cami.  The phone rang around ten-thirty or so.  It was Cami.

     "Would it be an imposition if I came over in about an hour, at
eleven-thirty, instead of one?" she asked.

     "Of course not," I told her.  "I'll be waiting with bells on."

     An imposition?  That would give me an extra half-hour alone with her,
before her daughters popped in, if they did.  Another thirty minutes to get
to 'know' her like I already 'knew' her two daughters.

     Giddily, I pranced around the house, getting myself ready for this new
encounter.  I, hurriedly, tossed a couple of fresh croissants into the
microwave, then, slathered them with butter, and gulped them and a Cialis
down along with a cup of coffee.  I had to make sure that I had a hardon,
when I needed one

     I slipped on a pair of pink panties, if for no other reason than to
'contain' my 'pole' and to keep it from making a wet spot on my slacks,
should it decide to leak, prematurely.  I, then, donned a pair of unisex
slacks and an over-size shirt to hide my A-cups, dabbed on a tiny bit of
Patchouli scent, and sat down to wait for my new sweetie.

     At eleven-thirty on the dot, the doorbell ran.  It was Cami.

     I ushered her in and gave her a grand tour of the house.  Although the
Camber's have been neighbors for over five years, now, neither Cami nor her
husband, Chris, had been inside, unlike their nubile and promiscuous
daughters.

     I showed her what I had to sell and asked her to help me with the
pricing.  I got a clipboard and some paper and pretended to get down to
business.  Cami sat down beside me on the couch and looked at the items on
the list and began to jot down what she thought would be a fair price next
to each one of them.  The closeness of her intoxicated me.  Normally, older
females don't turn me on, but she looked so much like her daughters that
she made me want her.

     "I see that you have a woman living with you, now," said Cami.

     "Oh, yes," I replied.  "It has been quite lonely since my wife died,
and I thought that it was time, even though I had promised Holly that
there'd never be another."

     "Well, you're still young and good-looking, Ed.  I'm sure that she
would never have held you to that promise."

     "As a matter of fact, she told me to find someone new, but not to do
it as fast as Paul McCartney did after Linda died.  Ah, well, Paul's union
with Heather didn't last very long.  I hope that Ashley and I have a longer
relationship than they did."

     "Your friend's name is Ashley?"

     "Yes, just like your eldest.  Isn't that a weird coincidence?  'Big
Ash' and 'Little Ash,'" I laughed.

"Yes, it is," replied Cami.  How long have you known her?"

     "About nine months," I said.  I met her at Jay's Steakhouse.  Isn't
she lovely?"  She's quite different from Holly in many ways, yet, almost
the same, in others.  You would have liked Holly and I think that you'll
just love my Ashley."

     God, she'll, really, get to 'love' my Ashley, once they get to 'know'
one another.

     "Please excuse me for being so impolite," I said to Cami.  "I should
have asked you if you'd care to have anything to drink.  I'd, normally,
offer you some coffee, but it's past noon, now, so perhaps something a tiny
bit stronger would be more appropriate and make us feel more at ease.  I'm
sorry, but all I have is beer, Scotch, rum, and the fixings for
Manhattans."

     "A Manhattan sounds wonderful," said Cami.

     "A Manhattan, it is, then," I said, as I excused myself to go into the
kitchen to fix our libations.

     Her Manhattan would have a little extra kick to it, however, while
mine would be purposely weak.  I wanted to be able to 'perform,' and so
took some Cialis, earlier.  I had pondered using a 'date rape' drug on her.
I always have some, on hand, which I use when having sex with hesitant
straight males.  I have GHB in a clear odorless liquid form, but has a
slight saltiness; Rohypnol is a pill that dissolves in liquids, but the new
pills turn blue and the color might be noticed, even in a dark Manhattan;
and Ketamine is a white powder that may or may not dissolve, completely.

     All three can cause nausea, vomiting, loss of consciousness, other
medical problems AND amnesia of the 'event.'  I wanted Cami to remember
this encounter with relish, so that she will, voluntarily, want to keep
coming back for more and more AND more.  There is nothing quite like a
completely willing and submissive mouth, cunt, and asshole!  I ought to
know!!

     I decided to stick with my old stand-by: Everclear 190-proof, 95% pure
grain alcohol.  After all, it helped me to get my nephew and niece, my
niece's friend, and quite a few of the young neighbor boys and girls
addicted to sex with my German Shepherds and me.

     Anyway, I mixed Manhattans for both Cami and me, but Cami's drink had
an extra half-jigger of the Everclear.  I didn't want to go too strong for
her, at the start, in case she might suspect something.

     I came back with the drinks and sat down, beside her, again, ever so
slightly rubbing against her ample body.  She was nicely dressed in a
close-fitting pink T-shirt, which accentuated her delicious-looking
breasts, and rather tight red 'short-shorts.'  They were snug enough to
allow me to see that she was not wearing anything but skin under them, and
her protruding nipples said that she wasn't wearing any bra!  She smelled
of Tabu, one of my favorite scents.  She appeared to be trying to play
around being a seductress, but I guaranty that she had, never before, come
up against a 'seductress' like me.  She had quite an experience waiting for
her.

     "This Manhattan is, absolutely, delicious," said Cami, after taking a
generous sip of her libation.  "You must have a lot of experience making
them."

     "Making them and other things," I said, moving in just a little bit
closer to her.  "You'd be, pleasantly, surprised."

     She blushed, but didn't pull away; a very encouraging sign.  After
several more good sips of the doctored drink, she became even friendlier
and started to get a little giddy.  The alcohol was having its desired
effect even sooner that I thought it would.  I laid my hand, lightly, on
her tanned knee.  She took another deep drink, kicked off her flip-flops,
and scrunched in closer to me.

     Noticing that there was mostly ice left in her glass, I said, "Let me
freshen that up for you, sweetheart."

     "That would be wonderful," said Cami.  "I'm rather warm and that nice
cool drink really hits the spot."

     I zipped out to make another drink for the beautiful Mommy, and was
back in a flash.  This was almost too good to be true.  My 'clitty' would
have her lips around it and, then, be in her pussy in no time, at all, now!

     Cami had forgotten all about the reason for which she had come over.

     "I'm sorry," I said to Cami, "but I, simply, forgot to show you
Ashley's and my 'Love Room.'  Would you like to see it?  You'll just adore
it."

     "Sure, what the hell!" exclaimed the more than slightly inebriated
Cami, "I sure feel good!"

     "You're going to feel a whole lot more," I thought to myself.

     Ashley, herself, actually, designed and paid for the renovations that
were done to the downstairs bedroom.  The bathroom was incorporated into
the 'Love Room,' and a heart-shaped red Jacuzzi was installed.  There is a
HUGE bed in the middle of the room and mirrors on two walls and one on the
ceiling, and is completely done in varying shades of red.  It is double
insulated to keep in the 'love sounds.'  There is a state-0f-the-art
audio/visual entertainment center complete with a plasma screen on one
wall.  There is a control panel built into the headboard of the bed.  Among
other things, it controls motors, which operate positions of the bed and
wrist and ankle cuffs.  Ashley likes to use these when she wants to
dominate, humiliate, or punish me for some real or imagined infraction of
some type.  One of the wall mirrors opens to reveal a closet with a
plethora of sexual toys, aids, and costumes.  I figured that this would be
the perfect place for Cami's introduction to sexual perversions.

     "WOW!" said Cami, as I ushered her into the 'rec. room.'  "I have
never seen anything quite like this.  This is a porno queen's dream.  It's
positively and absolutely out of this world!"

     While she was spinning around, trying to take it all in, I maneuvered
her backwards toward the foot of the bed, and with a slight push, toppled
her back onto it.  I was on her in a minute, securing her wrists and ankles
to the cuffs.

     "What are you doing?" she gasped.

     "You'll see in a moment, doll-pussy," I said, as I flicked a few
switches.

     The cuff motors hummed to life, retracting the restraining ropes
attached to the cuffs, and in a few seconds, Cami was spread-eagled,
standing upright on the bed.

     "What are you doing?" she screamed.  "Let me go!  I'll call the police
and have you arrested!"

     "No, you won't, sweetheart," I said.  "You'll just love what's going
to happen to you.  Scream all you want.  No one can hear you, but that can
get old, fast."

     I rushed to the closet, got a cock-shaped gag, jumped up on the bed,
forced it into her mouth, and secured it behind her head.  The 'piss-hole'
in it allowed her to breathe, but it did put a stop to the shrillness that
was hurting my ears and grating on my nerves.

     Then, I got a pair of shears and cut away her top.  I was right... no
bra.  For a 36-year-old, she sure had a great set of perky self-supporting
tits.  Now, I cut away her shorts.  Right, again... just skin,
underneath.... and a silky blond bunch of pubic hairs covering her 'mound.'
She turned bright crimson, all over.

     I pulled down my slacks and flung them in the corner of the room.  I
went over to the closet, again, and took out a couple of long pointy-tipped
feathers.

     I hadn't the foggiest from what species of bird they were plucked, but
my Ashley likes to use them to tickle my piss-slit and rosebud and, then,
inserts it up my rectum when I'm secured in the same position that Cami is
in.  It always sends me into wild ecstasy, and I figured that it would do
the same for Cami.

     I got down on the bed, just under and forward of the pretty mommy.  I
could see her blue eyes glancing down at the noticeably large bulge in my
pink sateen panties.  I inserted the tip of a feather through her golden
beige 'bush,' and began to encircle and tickle her clitoris.  It was a
lovely one: not too big and not too small.  As I excited it, it grew a bit
larger and turned a beautiful shade of rose.

     Cami moaned, slightly, through her gag, but she continued to protest
and try to resist my ministrations.  This was not to be for long.  I worked
the feather down toward her cunt and slid it, up and down, between the lips
of her ripe pussy.  She, still, protested, but her body relaxed, slightly.
I think that she was starting to like the 'attention.'  At least her pussy
was.

     It was time for the 'invasion.'  I slipped the tip of the feather past
her labia and up into her vagina.  She, first, jerked at the unfamiliar
sensation, but, then, mewed plaintively through the gag.  Her hips began to
rotate, involuntarily, I had to presume, as I moved the feather, delicately
but gingerly, around and in and out of her hole.

     "If you promise to be a good girl and not to scream, I'll take the gag
out of your mouth," I told Cami.  "Do you promise?  I can always put it
back in, you know."

     She nodded her assent, so I stood up on the bed, in front of her,
reached behind her head to undo the Velcro fastener, and removed the
lewd-looking device from her mouth.

     "Your mouth must be pretty dry," I said to her as I put the glass
containing her libation to her lips.

     She took a deep drink.

     "Why are you doing this to me, Ed?" Cami, meekly, inquired.

     "I just wanted you to, finally, experience that which Ashley and
Brittany have been experiencing with me over the past four or five years."

     "You did this to my daughters?"

     "Well, not exactly.  They've been willing participants."

     "I don't believe it!"

     "You'd better believe it, Cam.  We can, both, ask them when they drop
by, later."

     "Now's the time for something that you'll really love," I said as I
stood directly in front of my neighbor.

     I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my panties, slid them down
over my hips to my ankles and kicked them off the bed.  When I stood up,
Cami's eyes traveled down to my genitals and grew as large as saucers.  My
'clitty' was standing straight out and up and around my testicles were
numerous permanently attached, sterling silver ball stretcher rings.
Around the base of my 'clitty' were two gleaming sterling silver cock
rings, making my 6-inch 'clitty' look even more formidable.

     Although, Cami is a little shorter than I am, where I stood on the
mattress made our crotches line up almost perfectly.  Then, I removed my
shirt, exposing my relatively small, but perky, breasts.

     "Oh, my God, what kind of a freak are you?" gasped Cami.

     "Queer, maybe, but, definitely, not a freak," I said.  "I'm what is
commonly known as a transsexual, but with a fully functional cock and
balls.  Trannie, for short.  My Ashley is one, too, but she's much lovelier
than I am and has a lot bigger 'citty' and boobs.  They're almost as big as
yours, darling.  Now, just relax."

     I moved in toward my pretty captive, and the head of my rod brushed
Camille's silken bush and the lips of her cunt.  We, both, shivered,
simultaneously, at the touch.

     "Oh, God, you're not going to fuck me, are you?"

     "My, but you're observant... and clairvoyant, too."

     "Aren't you going to use a condom, at least, Ed?" she asked.

     "Don't need to, dear.  The female hormones I've taken over the past
five years have rendered me infertile.  Although I can, still, shoot loads
of cum, all the little spermies are dead.  If they weren't, both of your
daughters AND Megan, next door, would have been pregnant with my children,
long ago.  And, please, call me 'Wendi.'  All my close 'friends' and the
neighborhood kids do."

     Cami's cunt was wet with excitement and anticipation.  I moved in
closer to her and pushed the head of my 'clitty' between her pussy lips and
shoved all of my meat all the way into her vagina.  I, slowly, slid it up
and in and down and out of her tight hot cunt.  I stepped up my tempo and
the voluptuous vixen's hips started to gyrate with my 'music.'  The harder
and faster, I pumped, the more and more sexually abandoned my prisoner
became.

     My hardon had stayed hard with the help of the Cialis and cock rings,
and I was having a hard time trying to keep from shooting my wad, too soon.
My poor, poor 'clitty' was, totally, engorged and my balls were swollen,
and aching to release their load.

     Cami started convulsing in the throws of a mighty orgasm, and I shot
'gallons' of hot white juices into her innards.  She, finally, went limp,
hanging from the ceiling by her wrists and I sort of crumpled under and
beneath her widespread legs, our co-mingled orgasmic body fluids dripping
down on me.

     Slightly recovered, but with my (ugh!) male member still rigid, I got
to my feet, gave Cami's boobs a good squeeze and kissed her full on the
mouth with my tongue forcing its way past her full lips and sparkling white
teeth.

     I was taken, slightly, aback by her willing response as our tongues
entwined and our spit intermingled.

     "Only nice things like that happen to the girls AND boys when they are
good and obey me," I told Cami, "but I, now, have to show you some of the
punishment that you'll incur if you're naughty and disobedient."

     With that, I leapt off of the bed and returned with a supple switch
from a willow tree.

     "Here's what you can expect when you're bad," I said to Cami, and
began hitting her on her boobs, abdomen, genitalia, inner thighs, back, and
buttocks.  "Now, you have a comparison.  Which would you prefer?"

     "I'd rather that you had sex with me," she whimpered.

     "What was that?  I can hardly hear you."

     "I said, 'I'd rather that you had sex with me.'"

     "Wendi still can't hear you!"

     "I want you to fuck me!" yelled Cami.  "Okay?"

     "Now, that's what Wendi wants to hear.  I'm going to release most of
the tension on your restraints, but I'm not going to take off the cuffs.
That way, if you don't submit to my demands or try to escape, I can truss
you back up in an instant.  Will you do whatever I say?"

     "Yes, Wendi, I'll obey you."

     "That's my girl," I said.

     "I, now, want you to experience pleasure and pain at the same time.  I
want you to squat on the bed, facing the foot.  I'm going to slide under
you and I want you to sit on my abdomen with your back to me and with my
'trumpet' standing straight up in front of your pussy and between your
thighs."

     "How's this?" asked Cami.

     "You follow instructions very well, indeed," I replied.  "Now, like
boost yourself up and, then, slide your fucking cunt all the way down onto
my slippery, slimy Slim Jim.  Aaaahhh, great!!!  Now, bend all the way
forward."

     With Cami in that lewd position, I started spanking her ass
hard... really hard.  She would have like to get away, but she was impaled
on my rock-hard skewer.  She, now, started to respond to her squirming.
She reached under her and began to play with her own clitty, masturbating
while her hips, again, gyrated against mine.

     She moved up and down on me with increased urgency while our pelvises
slapped and ground together in the lusty music of a sexual overture.  With
a red ass, she went into another outstanding orgasm, and coaxing another
one out of me.

     I was, still, hard after recovering from this round of sexual abandon,
and decided to put it to good use.  I glanced at my watch.  It was only one
o'clock.  The girls wouldn't be by for another two or two-and-a-half hours.

     "Get on your elbows and knees and spread your legs, my love," I said
to Cami.

     "What are you going to do to me, now, Wendi?"

     "Something you'll like.  I'm going to fuck you doggie style, two
ways."

     I got behind my newest conquest, grabbed her around her curvy hips and
shoved my thingy deep in her cunt.  We rocked back and forth in an
ever-increasing rhythm until she had, yet, another tremendous orgasm and I
dumped another load of dead sperm into her cum bucket.  She was insatiable!
I wasn't going to let her recover this time.  My 'clitty' was as hard as
ever, but I was running out of steam.

     Picking up the other feather and spreading those globes, I tickled her
asshole with it.  She almost jumped out of her skin.  Then, I, slowly,
inserted it in her rectum as far as it would go.  I slid it in and out and
in and out.  Cami's hips and pelvis were on the move, again.

     "Don't stop, Wendi," gasped Cami.  "That feels so fucking good."

     "If you think that feels good," I told her, "just wait until you see
what happens, next."

     I scooped a couple of fingers-full of cum and juices and used them to
lubricate what I assumed was her cherry asshole.  I inserted one and, then,
two fingers into her anus and slickered it all up.  Cami moaned and closed
her sphincter around them.  When I pressed the head of my 'clitty' up
against the puckered pink hole and began to gently push, she cried out.

     "Oh, no, not that!" Cami exclaimed.  "I've never done that.  It'll
never fit!  You'll hurt me!"

     "No, it won't, baby doll.  I've had it done to me, countless times.
So have Ash and Brit.  And, remember.  You promised that you'd be a good
little mommy and do whatever I want.  Just push out like you're going to
take a shit when I tell you, and I'll, slowly, push in, at the same time.
It'll, only, hurt for a little while."

     Cami submitted and did as she was told and, soon, the entire head, to
the back of the glans was inside her rectum.  After a couple of more pushes
on the part of both of us, my fully hard handle was up her ass up to its
shaft.  Her asshole was cherry.  I've never found an adult anus as tight as
hers was.  I pumped her shit chute until she had ANOTHER orgasm, this time,
anally induced.  My nuts were, now, almost empty of cum and needed time to
replenish.  I continued to hump in order to keep this nympho satisfied, and
my balls ached from trying to empty the near-empty reservoirs.

     I pulled out of Cam's asshole and let her collapse on the bed, while I
dragged myself over to the overstuffed chair that was across from the foot
of the bed, and fell back into it.  My 'clitty' was, still, rock-hard, as
were my nipples... all three standing up and out.

     Once I recovered, I went to the closet to get a knee spreader and an
arm restraint.  I forced Cami back up on her knees and elbows and attached
the knee spreader cuffs around her lower thighs, just above her knee
joints.  I adjusted the bar between them to keep her thighs spread lewdly
apart, and secured them with straps on the floor on either side of the bed.
I attached the arm restraint cuffs just below her biceps and above her
elbow joints, adjusted the bar to keep both arms parallel, and secured them
in the same fashion as the knee spreader.  She was, now, in the classic
about-to-be-fucked cocksucker position.

     "Why do you have me like this?" asked Cami, meekly.

     "Well, all good mommy cocksuckers have to learn to clean the 'poles'
of those who've fucked their asses," I told her.  "And some people just
don't like the taste of their own shit and object.  We wouldn't want that,
now, would we?"

     Kneeling in front and slightly to the side of her, I let old 'Purple
Peter' poke at her nose while I whistled for Prince.

     He came bounding in the room and up onto the bed behind his new bitch.
He knew what was going to transpire and his horny cock was all bright red
and ready and fully extended.

     "Why's he on the bed?" inquired a startled Cami.

     "I thought that your cunt might want something to do while your lips,
tongue, and mouth sucked my 'clitty' clean."

     "Oh, no, please, don't!" cried Cami.

     "Too late, sweetie pie," I said, as I guided Prince and his 7-inch
monster cock into her spread and gaping pussy.

     He clasped her around her waist with his forelegs and paws and started
humping her hot whore's hole.  When she opened her mouth to gasp, I shoved
my 'Roman Candle' into it.  I fucked Cami's face while Prince fucked her
pussy.  Cam's hips and pelvis started to, involuntarily, rock and roll to
the rhythm of Prince's constant pounding, and her mouth started to do its
thing on my 'thing!'  Suckee and fuckee!  That was the theme of it all.

     I knew that Prince's knot had to have swelled to the size of a small
orange, by now, and that he was ready to plug her.  I was pretty sure that
she'd be able to take it.  After all, both of her daughters did, and when
I, first, 'introduced' them to Prince, their snatches weren't nearly as big
as their mother's.

     "Aaarrrgh!" she screamed.  "OMIGOD!!!  He's splitting me open!"

     "You can take it, darling," I cooed to her.  "He's just trying to make
sure that you get pregnant and have his puppies."

     When I saw that Cami and her new stud were, firmly, coupled together,
I, quickly, undid all of her restraints.  Prince was, already, finished
mating, and had thrown one hind leg over her ass and started to drag her
away by her cunt.

     "Oh, no!" exclaimed Prince's new bitch.  "What's he doing, Wendi?
He's pulling me and hurting me!"

     "Just go along with him, you doggie bitch.  You're his, now, and you
have to go and lie with him.  He'll plop out of you as soon as he calms
down and his ol' knot shrinks."

     Cami scuttled backwards on her hands and knees, like a crab, after
him.  She had no choice in the matter.  Prince's ample cock and lime-size
knot were, firmly, implanted in her silky blonde cunt, and if she didn't
want to hurt her pussy, she'd have to follow along like a good canine
bitch.

     Prince led her to his favorite mat in the corner of the family room
and lay down.  Cami lay on her side, next to him, and he began to lick his
nuts and the base of his dick, and after some fifteen minutes, his knot
shrunk enough to let him pull out of her.

     I made Cami another special Manhattan 'pick-me-up,' and had her drink
it all down.  Then, I helped my wobbly-legged darling back into the
'playroom.'  I laid her backside down in the middle of the bed, cuffed her
wrists and ankles, and secured them in a way that she was in a spread eagle
position.  I reached for the motor controls and made the portion of the bed
that was directly under her ass, rise up.  Her legs were, now, spread wide,
and her hips, pelvis and cunt were, significantly, higher than the rest of
her hot voluptuous body.  The 190-proof liquor was having its desired
effect, and she, no longer, protested.

     Mommy's hot, nymphomaniac daughters would, very soon, be home from
school (in the next half-hour, in fact), and I wanted their Mommy to be
ready for them.

     Back to the 'toy' closet, I went.  I chose two identical 6-inch
plastic vibrators that were individually powered and controlled by a
dual-output 5-volt power supply.  I didn't have to chance running out of
batteries.  One, I left smooth, as is, and the other, I slid on a very
realistic and veined rubber cover.  I lubed up the smooth one and, slowly
but steadily, slipped it into her, now, stretched and not-so-cherry
asshole.  She just moaned, pleasurably.

     Next, I lubed up the 'Dilbrator,' gently, spread her reddened labia,
and slid it up, all the way, into her hot, wet pussy.  She moaned louder,
this time.  My dear Camille really loved it!  I secured them with a leather
harness so that they wouldn't fall out with her inevitable gyrations.  When
I turned on the power, the vibrators came to life, and so did Cami.  Her
hips and pelvis started their lewd and lascivious motion.  I left them,
both, on the lowest setting, so she would be ripe and wanton when Ash and
Brit arrived.


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