Friday, September 4, 2020

Dominated by Her Stepdaughter, Chapter 96

After awhile the party adjourned onto the deck, and not too long after Monica and Courtney realized they had made a mistake. The sun was blazing and it was just too hot for their costumes; they were both pouring sweat under their leather.

Monica explained the situation to Carla and asked if there was anything they could change into. Carla said sure and pointed them inside. As she followed them, enjoying the way they moved in their form-fitting outfits, she realized that this was an opportunity to fulfill a fantasy; some of her favorite videos featured superheroines in bondage. In a split second her mind was off and racing, all other considerations forgotten.

“Wait here,” she said abruptly, and strode quickly back onto the deck. She returned a moment later leading Annabel by the arm, and the two of them swept by and up the stairs.

As they walked Carla explained to Annabel what she had in mind, and after a couple minutes they returned with hands full of equipment. Monica and Courtney were facing away from them, toward the window, and didn’t hear a thing as Carla and Annabel crept up behind them. Suddenly they felt their hands being pulled behind their backs and cuffed.

As they turned around comprehension dawned in their eyes, and since they weren’t necessarily opposed to the idea, neither of them put up much of a struggle. But as Carla fastened a ball gag across Monica’s mouth, Courtney whined, “Why would Wonder Woman be capturing Batgirl? Aren’t they both good guys?”

Carla sighed. “Maybe’s she’s been naughty. Catwoman was always a bad influence on her, you know.” Remembering that she was in charge here, Carla snapped, “You ask too many questions,” and silenced Courtney with a gag of her own.

Annabel and Carla led the two bound girls to the bedroom, where Carla bent them both onto the bed, faces on the comforter and asses in the air. She took a minute to savor the view — leather stretched tight across two shapely rumps — knowing that these two beautiful supergirls were hers for the taking. The feeling never got old.

Carla found her favorite cane and gave each girl a few whacks on the ass. But as great at they looked in their costumes, it was no good, the leather was too thick. She needed to spank their bare bottoms.

Getting them out of the skintight leather took a while, but with Annabel’s help Carla was able to accomplish it. This process required letting them out of the handcuffs, so Carla took this opportunity to bind their wrists in front of them with cord, then tie them to the head of the bed. When she was done two wiggling derrieres, one white and one brown, presented themselves to her.

As Carla resumed punishing the captives Annabel looked on, feeling a little jealous. A good spanking sounded really nice just then.

After warming both asses Carla dropped the cane and slid her hands between the girls’ legs. They were satisfyingly wet and sticky, and she leaned down for a quick taste of each, then stood up licking her lips. Delicious as they were, she decided that this part was going to have to wait; suddenly Carla’s own pussy was on fire.

She wriggled out of her costume as quickly as she could — it seemed worth taking the time at this point. Then she climbed up onto the bed, opened her legs, and presented Courtney with a fait accompli in the form of her glistening snatch.

As soon as Carla whipped off her gag, Courtney did not hesitate to get right to work. Annabel would have hopped up next to her and presented her pussy to Monica, but it there was no way for her to get the bikini bottom off by herself — it was like a chastity belt. It appeared that her own pleasure was not on the immediate agenda, so she contented herself with bending down between Monica’s legs and feasting on the black girl’s wet, hot cunt.

* * *

When Carla and Annabel returned downstairs they found Jude, the waitress, with Kim’s head clamped between her naked thighs. She had come dressed as a slutty schoolgirl, and her white blouse hung open, revealing a pair of smallish but perfectly shaped breasts; her plaid skirt was bunched up around her waist; and her white cotton panties lay on the floor next to Kim.

Jude had arrived about a half-hour previously, fired up and ready to cut loose. She had been working double shifts all week and was in the mood to party. It quickly became clear that she’d come to the right place — she’d barely had time to introduce herself before Katya had smoked her out, Dylan had brought her a shot and a beer, and both of them had told her about Kim’s intent to lick every pussy at the party.

Jude raised an eyebrow at this, surprised but not shocked. She’d had an inkling of what kind of party this might be; she just hadn’t expected it to happen so fast. But she didn’t take long to think about it — Kim was cute and she was ready for fun. Kim, for her part, had pretty much forgotten that pleasuring everyone hadn’t been her idea in the first place; it seemed to her a noble and worthwhile goal.

Carla smiled at the sight and said hi to Jude, who blushed a little but made no move to change her situation. It was just starting to get good, and she sipped her beer as Kim’s tongue wiggled around inside her.

After a few minutes Courtney appeared, now dressed in Annabel’s cheerleader outfit, followed by Monica — who hadn’t been able to find anything to wear, so had put on Carla’s tiniest G-string, a pair of pasties that Carla had bought as a joke a few months before, and a simple mask over her eyes. It wasn’t much of a costume, but it was unlikely anyone would care.

Carla went to the kitchen for a glass of wine and when she returned to the living room Jude, who was now laying back with her eyes closed, was crying out as Kim sucked on her clit. Jude spasmed violently, legs waving in the air, then lay still. Kim lifted her head from Jude’s crotch, revealing a thick, gorgeous brown bush. Carla was tempted to go rub her nose in it; but there would be plenty of time for that. At the moment, other appetites were foremost in her mind.

Breaking the silence, Carla asked rhetorically, “Who’s hungry?”


Friday, April 24, 2020

Dominated by Her Stepdaughter, Chapter 95

The first arrival was Katya, who was carrying a big tray of cookies and a riding crop. She was dressed as Bettie Page, in a leopard print dress with a short, ragged skirt, and had even dyed her hair black for verisimilitude. She and Carla went into the living room, where Katya sat the cookies down on the coffee table.

“Are those...?” Carla asked.

Katya nodded. “Loaded with Aphrodite. Be careful, though. These are no joke.” Reaching into her purse, she pulled out a ziploc bag stuffed with purplish-green buds. “And I just got this from my guy on the way over. A brand-new strain, doesn’t even have a name yet. He says it’s even better.”

“Well then,” said Carla. She grabbed her bong and they adjourned to the back deck, where she loaded the bowl with the sticky, skunky weed. A minute later they were both pleasantly stoned, gazing out quietly at the serene ocean before them.

Carla found her eyes irresistibly drawn to Katya, who looked exquisite reclining there, like some kind of debauched royalty. Her skirt had ridden up to reveal a hint of her pubes — also dyed black for the occasion, it appeared. Carla smiled to herself; she appreciated that kind of attention to detail. She was sorely tempted to kneel down and rub her face in that lovely bush for a while. But she wanted to pace herself, and anyway she had something bigger in mind.

“Listen,” she said, “I don’t want to be a buzzkill, but could you do me a favor?”

“Shoot,” answered Katya.

“I want this to be a fun party, but I’d like to keep it, um, clean for awhile. That yoga teacher, Asha, is coming, and I don’t know what her deal is yet. I don’t want her to walk in on an orgy and freak out.”

“I’ll do what I can,” said Katya. Carla nodded. That wasn’t a promise, exactly, and Carla knew to take it with a grain of salt; resisting temptation was one thing Katya had never been good at. Carla decided not to worry. It seemed like such a perfect day, she felt confident things would work out as they should.

Returning to the living room they walked past Annabel bent over the stove. Katya patted her on the rump and winked. “Hello, machekha,” she said. “How are you today?”

Blushing slightly, Annabel smiled back at her. “I’m great,” she chirped, surprised at how her nipples and pussy had sprung to life from such a simple touch. She felt momentarily weak in the knees, bracing herself against the stove, wondering what the evening might have in store.

In the living room they found Kim, who had let herself in when no one answered her knock. She was a little drunk, maybe more than a little, and had forgotten there was a doorbell. Walking into the living room she had stood for a minute teetering on her high heels, wondering where everybody was. Then her eyes alighted on the cookies on the table, and suddenly she had remembered that nothing had gone down her throat all day but liquids.

* * *

Carla looked Kim up and down; she looked a little disheveled, but absolutely smoking hot. Her “sexy nurse” outfit was not terribly imaginative, but highly effective. With her plump boobs lavishly displayed and her fuck-me pumps practically forcing her ass up out of her skirt, she looked like an expensive whore who would be worth every penny.

There was something smeared on Kim’s lower lip, and after a second Carla realized it was chocolate. Then she noticed that the plastic wrap covering the cookies had been pulled aside and there were crumbs on the floor.

“Um, how many of those did you eat?” asked Carla

“Three,” answered Kim. “I was hungry. Why?”

Carla and Katya exchanged a look, and Carla shrugged. “No reason. You’ll be fine, I’m sure.” She knew that Kim was a lightweight, but there was no sense making her paranoid. “Maybe don’t eat any more, though.” With that Carla leaned down and kissed her, gently sucking the sweet chocolate off her lip. “Mmmm,” she purred, feeling her self-control weaken by the second.

* * *

Carla went to the kitchen to check on progress, and when she returned a couple minutes later, Kim was on her knees between Katya’s legs. She had been very, very hungry, for more than just food.

Seeing Carla, Katya shrugged as if to say, What could I do? Kim had just dropped to her knees, lifted Katya’s skirt, and helped herself. There had been no time to stop her, and to be honest Katya didn’t really want to.

Carla sighed and fixed herself a drink. Girls will be girls, she told herself. She stood for a minute watching as Kim ran her tongue along Katya’s furrow, then stuck it deep inside. Carla felt a twitch between her legs and decided it might be a good idea to have a quick little cum before anyone else arrived. It would calm her down and put her in more of a patient mood.

Heading to the kitchen, Carla grasped Annabel by the collar and led her over to the table. There Carla sat down and pulled Annabel down onto her knees. The Wonder Woman costume had been a little tricky to get into so Carla decided to keep it on, just pulling aside the crotch so Annabel could service her. Annabel obediently got to work, hooking a finger into Carla’s pussy and licking around it.

After a few minutes Carla had a nice, slow-burning orgasm and sat back in the chair, sipping her drink. Just then the doorbell rang and Carla sent Annabel to answer it. At the door was Dylan in a pirate costume, a ruffled red blouse and short frilly black skirt. With a wide triangular hat and sword in a scabbard, she looked every bit the imperious buccaneer.

Carla appeared and took Dylan to the living room, where Katya was climaxing loudly with Kim’s head clasped between her thighs. After a few seconds Katya opened her legs to release Kim, who sat back gasping for air.

“Well,” said Dylan archly. “So it’s going to be that kind of party, is it?”

Carla smirked and though for a moment. So much for her ideas of decorum. Well, she might as well be an accommodating hostess. That was important, wasn’t it? The look in Dylan’s eyes said she was ready for action; she wasn’t the kind of girl who needed a lot of preliminaries first.

“Dylan, this is Kim.” Kim looked up at Dylan and her juice-coated lips curled into a big smile.“Kim told me she was going to eat out every guest at this party,” Carla improvised. “And you wouldn’t want to make her a liar, would you?”

Dylan grinned wickedly. “No, certainly not. That would be rude, wouldn’t it?”

Without further ado Dylan plopped down on the couch, lifted her skirt, and slid off her panties to reveal her glorious flaming bush. Kim obligingly knee-walked over to Dylan, who lifted her chin and kissed her firmly on the mouth. “Nice to meet you,” said Dylan, and guided Kim’s head down between her legs.

“What can we get you?” asked Carla.

“A beer would be nice,” her last word muffled by an intake of breath as Kim’s tongue traced along her inner thigh.

Carla sent Annabel to the kitchen and she returned with a beer for Dylan and a glass of cold vodka for Katya, who sipped with one hand as she picked up her riding crop with the other. There was a whoosh of air and a loud crack as the crop landed on Kim’s derriere. Kim looked back over her shoulder, with a pout and an inquiring look. “Sluts like you need to be punished, don’t they?” explained Katya. “But don’t stop.”

Kim returned her attention to Dylan’s crotch, and Katya continued to playfully spank her as she pleasured the redhead. Carla and Annabel went back to the kitchen, but not before Carla grabbed a cookie from the tray.

* * *

When Carla returned Kim had finally come up for air and was sitting there with a goofy smile on her face. Carla could tell that she was already quite high, and she was only going to get higher. Hopefully she’d be OK; Carla resolved to keep an eye on her.

A few minutes later Monica and Courtney arrived dressed as Catwoman and Batgirl. And these were not chintzy kids’ costumes, but high-quality, form-fitting leather. Carla whistled at them appreciatively. The sight of them gave her ideas, but there was time, there was plenty of time.


Saturday, April 27, 2019

Dominated by Her Stepdaughter, Chapter 94

Annabel disappeared briefly and returned carrying a couple glasses of water, one of which she handed to Lissa, who was leaning back against the headboard looking dazed. She had never in her life experienced anything like what she’d just been through — it had been wonderful and amazing, but her mind was kind of blown.

Looking over at Carla, who was reclining in her chair looking gorgeous and imperious, Lissa knew that she owed a debt that she badly wanted to repay in some way. Like Annabel, she had been raised with a very Midwestern sense of fairness. So after taking a couple minutes to rehydrate and pull herself together, she walked over to where Carla was and dropped to her knees.

Carla opened her legs, releasing a waft of female arousal that made Lissa’s nostrils flare. Lissa licked her lips and leaned forward, inhaling a deep lungful of that heady smell. Truth be told, though Lissa had known she was a lesbian since she was very young, she’d only had a few lovers in her life. Every new pussy was very special to her, almost holy. She planted a kiss on Carla’s bush, then gently licked each soft inner thigh before extending her tongue for a first tentative taste.

It went straight to her head. She began to lick Carla eagerly, almost ferociously, taking Carla by surprise. She stuck her tongue deep inside, drinking deep of Carla’s delicious nectar. Carla adjusted her position, bracing one hand against Lissa’s shoulder as she fucked the other girl’s face.

Annabel sat on the edge of the bed and began to touch herself as she looked on. Lissa was not, she thought, the most skilled pussy-licker she’d ever seen; she felt her own technique was superior. But Lissa had a passion and a sincerity that seemed to make Carla happy, and Annabel derived a lot of pleasure from seeing it.

Although she was somewhat clumsy in her approach, Lissa managed to make Carla come a couple of times. It was enjoyable and appreciated, but Carla still felt she wanted more; she needed something inside her. So she stretched herself out on the bed and had Annabel fuck her with a face dildo while Lissa sat on her face; that did the trick. When she’d climaxed a few times this way, she felt pleasantly drowsy, and at her urging the three of them called it a night soon after.

* * *

In the morning Carla and Annabel drove Lissa to the bus station. The goodbye was surprisingly sentimental, given that they had known each other less than 48 hours. Lissa gave serious thought to not leaving, and Carla thought about asking her to stay; but both of them had a sense that their incredible day together had been one of a kind, and that it would be better to leave it that way, and have something special to remember.

As for Annabel, she of course would have gone along with whatever Carla decided. But though she liked Lissa and had enjoyed the time they’d spent together, she didn’t care for the idea of having to share Carla full-time. Sexual adventures were one thing, but having a third person live with them would have been another.

From the bus station they headed straight for the grocery store. It was now the 3rd of July, and there was a lot of preparation to be done for the party the next day. Carla intended to make a real feast, including home-baked bread.

All the rest of that day and the much of the next was devoted to cooking, with Carla running the show and Annabel serving as sous chef. By 4 P.M. on the 4th everything was set and they were in costume waiting for guests to arrive.

Carla was both excited and nervous. There was always a moment right at the start of a party where she felt certain it was going to be a disaster — no one was going to show up, or the food would be bad, or the guests wouldn’t get along. But it was almost part of the ritual now to have this moment of panic.

She sipped a glass of wine to calm herself as she checked the two pots of pasta sauce she had simmering on the stove. One was just regular sauce, but the olive oil in the other one had been infused with a generous amount of the Mighty Aphrodite she’d gotten from Katya. You couldn’t taste anything different in the sauce, though, so Carla decided it would be a good idea to give people some way to tell them apart.

After thinking about it for a minute, she went to the computer and printed out two copies of a marijuana-leaf symbol. She drew a circle through one and put a line through it, then taped the two pages near the appropriate pots.

Bread was baking in the oven, and that combined with the sauce filled the kitchen with an absolutely delicious aroma. Several bottles of good wine were aerating on the kitchen table, hors d’oeuvres were waiting in the dining room, and on the whole everything was as ready as it could be.

Annabel was arranging chairs on the back deck, and for a minute Carla stood watching her, enjoying the way she moved in the metallic bikini. Carla had been so focused on party prep that she’d engaged in no sexual activity of any kind for almost two whole days — a rarity for her. Her pussy was all atingle, and she gave serious thought to going out there and having her way with Annabel right at that moment — but then the doorbell was ringing.

She went to answer it but stopped on the way to check herself in a mirror. She made a good Wonder Woman, she thought. The headdress looked a little silly, but the costume hugged her curves beautifully and the thigh-high boots were sexy as hell. The wrist cuffs made for a nice BDSM-ish accessory.

Carla adjusted her boobs and turned toward the door just as the doorbell sounded again. At that moment Annabel appeared, heading toward the door, so Carla decided to let her answer it. As she passed their eyes met and Carla smiled. “Showtime.”


Friday, April 19, 2019

Dominated by Her Stepdaughter, Chapter 93

Lissa lifted her head from between Annabel’s legs and Carla kissed her, relishing the strong taste of Annabel on her mouth. Carla pushed her tongue into Lissa’s mouth and Lissa accepted it gratefully; Carla then sucked on her lips until she had cleaned every last trace of Annabel’s juices off of them.

Carla stood Lissa up and her dress, which had been gathered around her waist, fell to the floor. Lissa stood there now in just white cotton panties, trembling a little. She looked so young and vulnerable that Carla felt a surge of warm sympathy. In truth, Lissa was only a little younger than Carla. But Carla was so much more self-assured and mature that she felt decades older.

Taking Lissa by the hand, Carla led her out the kitchen, motioning for Annabel to follow them. Before heading upstairs, Carla paused long enough to drop a few ice cubes into a glass and fill it with whiskey. Then the three of them made their way to Carla’s bedroom, a hush of anticipation suffusing the air around them. Lissa’s big, innocent eyes were wide and her heart was beating fast. This whole situation was so exotic to her, she could still scarcely believe it was happening. She’d known she was a lesbian since she was very young, but had had only a few lovers, and never a threesome.

Laying Lissa down on the bed, without a word Carla blindfolded her, then lifted her hands over her head and tied them to the headboard. Lissa yielded without hesitation, showing a touching trust in this person who, after all, she barely knew.

Carla took a sip of her drink and sat it back down on the bedside table, then nodded to Annabel and they both took up positions at the foot of the bed. Each of them took hold of one foot and they gently spread Lissa’s legs wide open; Lissa moaned softly in expectation of what was to come.

Annabel now stretched forward and began to lavish attention on Lissa’s breasts while Carla kissed her calves, her knees, her thighs. Together they teased Lissa slowly into a state of almost unbearable arousal. Finally Carla kissed her through the crotch of her panties and then pulled it aside, revealing a sopping wet pink pussy framed by ample, dark brown pubic hair.

Meanwhile Annabel had worked her way down Lissa’s belly and she and Carla took their first tastes of Lissa simultaneously. Lissa groaned helplessly and almost immediately began to shiver through a climax; she was so sensitized that the barest touch was enough to send her over the edge.

Leaving Annabel to her ministrations, Carla took another sip of whiskey, then fished an ice cube out of the glass. When Carla touched the ice to Lissa’s neck she yelped, twitching reflexively and pulling fruitlessly at the bonds that held her hands. Carla smiled and traced the cube down Lissa’s chest, across her swollen nipples, and then down her side to her navel, where it was left to melt.

Carla grabbed another cube and ran it up and down Lissa’s inner thighs, leaving a thin film of liquid which she then began to lick off. Working in tandem she and Annabel gave Lissa a long series of orgasms, each one more powerful than the last. Lissa cries grew louder and more animated, then began to taper off; apparently the poor dear just couldn’t handle any more pleasure just then. Carla kissed Annabel hard on the mouth, deeply satisfied with what they had accomplished so far, and ready for the next phase.

* * *

Standing and stretching, working out the slight kink that she’d gotten in her neck, Carla sipped her whiskey and looked down at the bound, blindfolded form on her bed. Lissa’s panties were completely soaked and badly rumpled; it was time for them to go, so Carla pulled them off and impulsively stuffed them into Lissa’s mouth. That mouth would have work to do later, but she didn’t need it just then.

After stripping off her clothes, Carla found her current favorite strap-on and harnessed up. Pulling off Lissa’s blindfold, Carla stood over her, letting her get a good look at the prodigious phallus. Carla nodded to Annabel, who knew what her duty was in this moment; she scooted over and ran her tongue up the length of the shaft, then took the head into her mouth. Carla took hold of Annabel”s head and pushed the mighty girth deep into her mouth, noting that Annabel’s deep-throating skills had improved tremendously in the time that they’d been together.

When Carla pulled out of Annabel’s mouth with an audible pop, a few drops of saliva fell onto Lissa’s face. Lissa gazed up at Carla with a look of sweet, unquestioning submission; Carla thought it was just about the sexiest thing she’d ever seen.

Carla moved back to the foot of the bed, again pulling Lissa’s legs apart. Her labia were gaping open, just begging to be penetrated. Carla slid a finger inside, enjoying the way Lissa squirmed in response, then shuffled forward until the tip of the strap-on was pressed against her vulva.

Lissa bit her lip and sighed as the head pushed into her. Looking down into Lissa’s eyes, Carla gave it to her slowly and gently, thoroughly enjoying every bit of the pleasure she was giving. If that isn’t altruism, she asked herself, what is?

Annabel busied herself kissing Lissa’s lips, licking her ears, sucking her tits. When finally she leaned down and lapped at Lissa’s clit, Lissa came harder than ever, spasming violently and calling out for God.

Carla withdrew the strap-on from Lissa’s slit and plunged it into Annabel’s mouth, giving her a nice mouthful of nectar. In her brief time with Carla Annabel had become quite a connoisseur of pussy juice, and she found Lissa’s especially sweet and tasty. Carla then resumed fucking Lissa, harder than before, driving up deeper into her with every stroke. When she finally relented Lissa lay there limp and spent and covered with sweat.

Stepping back from the bed, Carla wiped her brow and took a deep breath. That was enough altruism. She removed the strap-on and picked up her glass, then sat down heavily in the chair by the window. She told Annabel to go ahead and untie Lissa, and sat for a few minutes sipping whiskey and gazing out the window. There was no need to be in a hurry; she was going to get what was coming to her.


Monday, April 15, 2019

Dominated by Her Stepdaughter, Chapter 92

As they drove home from the yoga studio, Lissa told Carla and Annabel that she’d had a “moment of clarity” during the class and made a big decision: She was heading home to Wisconsin, moving back in with her parents, maybe going back to school. Looking out the window as the landscape of Los Angeles rolled by she said, “I don’t belong here.”

Carla wasn’t sure how to respond to this. On the one hand, she hated to see anyone give up on their dream. On the other hand, she got the sense that Lissa was probably right; this was not the place for her. After thinking about it for a few minutes, Carla offered to buy Lissa a plane ticket home; she demurred, saying that she’d prefer to take the bus. It would give her some time to think about what she was going to do with her life.

As soon as they got home, Carla got online and bought Lissa a ticket on a bus that left the next morning. She wasn’t sure why she felt such a sense of urgency about it, but somehow it seemed like the right thing to do.

Afterward Carla opened a bottle of wine and she and Lissa sat at the kitchen table as Annabel started making dinner. Annabel was still wearing her yoga clothes but had dutifully put on her collar; it made for an incongruous but very sexy combination.

As they talked, Carla noticed that Lissa’s gaze kept drifting back to Annabel — and why not, she looked absolutely stunning in her form-fitting outfit, especially when she bent over, which happened several times as she worked. Watching Lissa watch Annabel, Carla began to get ideas; the hankering that she’d felt during yoga class, which had abated somewhat in the meantime, now came surging back.

But she hesitated to do anything about it. Up to now her generosity toward Lissa had been entirely altruistic, and she felt good about that. If she took advantage of the situation now, it would feel like she was buying something. So she restrained herself all through dinner, but by the time she was having dessert — dark chocolate and her third glass of wine — she felt her resolve weakening.

When Annabel stood up to start clearing the table, Lissa moved to help, but Carla held her arm and insisted that she stay seated. “You’re our guest,” she said. “And Annabel lives to serve. Isn’t that right, honey?”

Annabel smiled and nodded, alert to the fact that the atmosphere in the room had suddenly become charged. The look in Carla’s eyes said she was up to something.

As Annabel cleaned up Carla sipped her wine and had a little conversation with herself. She was being stupid, she told herself; why deny Lissa, as well as Annabel and herself, what could be a truly beautiful experience? Who really gained from her pretending to be so selfless and righteous?

Carla glanced back over at Lissa, who was now blatantly staring at Annabel’s ass as she bent over the dishwasher. That made up Carla’s mind for sure.

“She’s beautiful, isn’t she?” said Carla.

Knowing she’d been caught ogling the older woman, Lissa reddened a little as she nodded. In truth, she was very attracted to both Carla and Annabel, but Annabel was more her type; the only serious girlfriend she’d ever had had also been a blue-eyed blonde.

“She’s also very obedient,” continued Carla. “Annabel, come over here and give Lissa a kiss.”

Lissa’s eyes went wide and her heart was pounding in her chest as Annabel docilely crossed the room, bent over, and pressed her lips softly against the younger girl’s. They shared a long, lingering kiss that got both of their juices flowing; Carla was already copiously wet between the legs.

When Annabel straightened up again, Carla said, “Now show her your tits.” Annabel did as she was told, pulling off her top and letting it drop onto the table. Her rose-pink nipples were standing up tall and proud, just inches from Lissa’s face.

Lissa looked over at Carla, surprised and excited, hardly believing what was happening. She seemed to be asking permission, so Carla nodded her head almost imperceptibly. Lissa extended her tongue and licked one nipple, then the other; then parted her lips and took one into her mouth. Annabel moaned softly, and that seemed to snap something within Lissa. She moved to the other breast, stretching her mouth wide to take in as much of it as she could, while gripping Annabel tightly around the waist with both hands.

Carla grinned and quickly gulped the last bit of wine in her glass. Then she stood up, walked over behind Annabel, and hooked her fingers into the waistband of her stepmother’s yoga pants on either side. She slowly pulled the pants down until they were on the floor at Annabel’s feet, then pressed herself against Annabel from behind.

Lisa watched with her mouth hanging open as Carla’s right hand slid across Annabel’s belly, down through her thatch of blond hair, and between her legs. Annabel parted her thighs slightly and Carla slid a finger inside her, giving Lissa’s eager eyes a glimpse of the bright pink inside. Lissa licked her lips and her nostrils flared as she got a strong whiff of Annabel’s arousal.

“Would you like a taste?” asked Carla. Lisa just gaped at her, unable to speak. She didn’t really need to anyway; the answer to the question was obvious. Carla patted the surface of the table with one hand and Annabel obediently hopped up onto it. Carla pushed Annabel back onto the table and spread her legs so her lusciously wet pussy was staring Lissa right in the face.

Lissa scooted forward in her chair, panting like a dog, and again looked over at Carla. There was joy in her eyes, and desire, and gratitude. Carla found herself wondering what she’d been so worried about earlier — wasn’t this a good thing for all of them?

After placing a kiss on Annabel’s mound, Lissa lapped gently at her inner thighs. Annabel sighed and let her legs fall farther open. Carla now moved over behind Lissa and bent forward, giving her a perfect view as Lissa’s tongue traced across Annabel’s pussy lips and then pushed between them.

Lissa had changed back into her new dress before dinner, going braless for comfort. Carla now slid the straps down off her shoulders and pulled the front of the dress down, reaching both hands down to cup Lissa’s breasts and stroke her nipples. They were already rock-hard but grew harder still as Carla stimulated them.

Leaning down, Carla began to lick and nibble on Lissa’s neck as she continued to explore Annabel’s pussy with her tongue.  Annabel had braced her feet against the back of the chair Lissa was sitting on, arching her back to push her crotch into the younger woman’s face.

Soon Annabel was coming, letting out a loud, uninhibited howl that made Carla’s whole body vibrate sympathetically. Carla’s heart was beating fast and her nether regions were throbbing, but she took a deep breath and told herself to relax. There was so much that she wanted to do, and they had the whole night to do it in.