I remember it being the hottest day of a warm summer, and somewhere amongst the manic urgency and dripping need of that afternoon, she took something from me I never thought I’d lose. Sometimes I think it was all a dream; the events had that surreal ease that only ever happens in films or fantasy. But now when I close my eyes and fuck my wet hole with the same slapping abandon that started it all, I can still feel her behind me, her hands gripping my thighs, and the delicious slide that opened me up and shot me through with a pain that melted into ecstasy, and made me come harder than I’d ever come before.
I hadn’t even known she was in, or I wouldn’t have been caught in the first place. The house was quiet and I had got up late after a too-boozy evening with my cousin, Mandy. Every year since her divorce she has come to stay for a couple of weeks over the summer holidays. She lives in the Somerset sticks, in a village so remote you expect her to cower in the face of modern technology such as petrol-driven transport and electricity. Due to our proximity to London, coming here gives her a cheap break, and a way of alleviating the monotony that their imposed village exile brings, particularly to her daughter, Emma.
My husband doesn’t mind the invasion, probably because he has always fancied Mandy-With-The-Big-Tits, and she in turn is a relentless flirt. Emma is now in her final school year, and connected to the world of “cool” by the internet and her mobile phone- when she can get a signal, of course. That doesn’t stop my daughter, although she is a couple of years younger, relishing her role as sophisticated urbanite host, and bringer of all things amazing to her country cousin. But Emma was about to grow up, and she and I were going to stumble into something that neither of us expected.
I love to wank, and I love to get carried away by my filthy thoughts and the sometimes insatiable needs of my body. I can be immersed in desire for hours, incapable of suppressing the rude daydreams that can have me reaching for my vibrator several times before my husband comes home to fill and sate me. That morning, I was fantasising about Mandy forcing me into submission, smothering me with her pillow chest and then sitting on my face.
As usual, I was lying on my back diagonally across the bed, and had whipped myself into a frenzy with the vibrator alone. As my orgasm approached, I lifted my legs right up and raised my head to get a view in the cheval mirror as I plunged my fingers as deeply as possible into my hot cunt and fucked myself hard and fast. I pictured my hand as Mandy’s, a saturated, pumping blur at my wanton snatch. And that’s when I saw her, a background reflection as transfixed at the sight in the mirror as I was.
Even when my mind had processed the information and told me that young Emma was watching my rude and noisy act, I still couldn’t stop myself. I was just too close to the finish. I always kept my bedroom door partially open for early-warning signs from downstairs of unexpected returns. Although outside the room and obscured from direct vision, Emma could see me in all my wanking glory, as clear as day in the mirror. And I could see her, mouth open and with breaths coming fast, one hand down between her thighs and clutching her crotch through her cut-down jeans.
The sight of her lost in obvious rapture sent me towards my climax. It built with unstoppable energy, and just before it broke, my gaze lifted from her squeezing hand, up over the small swell of her breasts beneath her T-shirt, and upwards to her pretty face. For an instant our eyes met in the mirror, but the power of my release forced mine shut and sent my body shaking as I bucked against my sodden fingers and wanked the flow from inside me as the vibrator buzzed at my clit. By the time I was able to open my eyes again, she was gone.
I expected her to avoid me all day, but she was downstairs quietly eating toast when I pulled myself together and went down for breakfast. She was cheery and acted as if nothing had happened, doing her level best to make easy conversation and avoid any embarrassing silences and therefore the need for apologies or explanation. In return, I tried to push from my mind the memory of her hand between her legs, and the recurring visions of her alone and naked, her legs up and wide open, mirroring my dirty actions.
She told me she hadn’t spent another day sight-seeing with her mum and my daughter as she wanted to go into town to get a dress for her sixth-form prom night. She was hoping that I would take her in and, I surmised, since she had yet to allude once to the fact that she had caught me playing frantically with myself, it was probably the least I could do. When I agreed, her face cracked into a big smile and she got up to get ready. Try as I might, I couldn’t take my eyes of her closely confined, chubby bum as she exited the kitchen.
Shopping with her was less of a drag than with my daughter, although she was wide-eyed at practically every dress she saw. She tried a few on and always wanted my opinion, and soon we were giggling away at her fashion-show impersonations. She had always been warm and blessed with humour, but our closeness that day, buoyed by our unmentioned secret, brought her to my attention as a sexual entity for the very first time. When she donned a LBD and did a mock catwalk parade, swinging her bum from side to side in an accentuated wiggle, I felt the familiar warmth radiating from my already tingling pussy.
The next shop proved to be the last in our hunt for clothes. We walked there arm in arm but silent, aware of the frisson between us. She tried on a tight-fitting dress in silver and black, and then called me down to the last cubicle in the fitting rooms to give my verdict. I pulled back the curtain and my jaw dropped open. She was perched on the narrow ledge, the skirt pulled up around her waist and her little knickers like a scrap of cloth at one ankle. Her legs were open and she was pumping two fingers deeply and methodically into the slit of her little pink pussy, letting me see all her seeping wetness, returning my favour from that morning.
Any efforts I could have mustered to think sensibly and avoid ravishing this delicious young thing – my own cousin’s daughter – evaporated in an instant. I knew her eyes were open and on me, but I couldn’t tear my gaze away from her tight, sticky puss.
‘Please fuck me,’ she breathed, ‘I’ve never done it before.’
I rushed her back into her clothes, and she fumbled at buttons in her bubbling excitement, seeing how flushed and eager I was to get her out of there so I could take her precious virginity. I pulled her to the counter and bought her the dress, and then took her by the hand and hurried her from the shop as she softly squealed with glee. Before we had even left the store I knew I was in trouble. My knickers were drenched and my pussy was insistent, but the realisation had dawned that my husband’s golf would by now be over, and he would already be back at home.
This left a double problem: not only did we have nowhere to go, I also had no toys to use on her. Tongues and fingers had their place, but not for this, not for her first time; she needed a proper fucking. It made sense to delay our passions and arrange another time when we could be home alone, but by the look of her she would rather not wait, and I knew I certainly couldn’t. I was already heading up the top end of the High Street as I racked my brain for a possible location. I didn’t want to fuck her down some back alley or in the toilets of the shopping centre or a department store, but in reality, I knew I might have to resort to this. My pussy was hot and itching for action. I was absolutely gagging for her now, and letting this moment go was simply unthinkable.
If we continued, we could go to the park, site of one of the two lesbian experiences of my life to date. On my twentieth birthday and after much cider, my best friend had bent me over a fallen tree trunk, and finger-fucked me. Just as I began to come, grinding my crotch into the smoothly-weathered wood, she took her slick digits from me and slid one right up my arse. Back then it had been a warm spring evening, the park was all but deserted, and we were drunk. Today, with the heat of summer on us, the whole place would be a mass of sun seekers.
The top of the town was as empty as ever, and there was barely anyone around to witness me drag her into Imagine, the new adult store I’d yet to visit. It too was empty, staffed by a single goth girl, in her early twenties perhaps, her hair frizzed and dyed as black as her heavy eye make-up and coloured nails. She chewed her gum and watched us quizzically as I scoured the shelves for a likely implement within my budget to deflower the panting virgin by my side, if only I could think of somewhere to take her. Emma was speechless with excitement, handling the packets with awe as she tried to imagine the contents being used on her.
I was getting flustered, my mind flitting through countless dirty possibilities as each new toy and accessory was sighted. I wanted to paddle her spankable bum, clamp her teenage nipples, tease her clit by remote control, fill her with a double-ended dildo and shag myself silly too. Emma was right by my side, gripping me with anticipation as I tried to select the perfect dildo to fuck her with. The whole shop must have been filled with our desire for each other. It smelled like my bedroom after an afternoon of concerted masturbation. I don’t think that ever, in my whole rude history, had I been more desperate for another person. I just hoped that I could drag myself past some of the quieter back streets to get her to the relative privacy of the department store toilets.
‘Are you OK?’ asked Goth Girl, which was a reasonable question since we looked far from OK; Emma was holding me and jiggling about, and I was fumbling through packets of toys like an addict at a drugstore counter.
‘No!’ I exclaimed without thinking. ‘I need to fuck this girl before we both explode and I’ve got nowhere to take her!’
I knew I’d gone too far the moment I said it. Goth Girl turned on her heel and headed for the door, and my stomach churned as I realised we were going to be chucked out before I’d even had a chance to buy the toy we needed. I was so deflated I couldn’t even plead, I just waited for her to open the door and demand our exit. But she didn’t open it. She reached up and locked it instead. My heart was banging in my chest as she sauntered back towards us, a wicked smile forming on her lips, and said, ‘Fuck her here. I want to watch you.’
Emma reacted quickest and was kissing me immediately, her tongue pushing into my mouth and swirling around. I was way too far gone to think of tender caresses. I grabbed and squeezed her tits and bottom, and then unbuttoned her cut-offs and pushed them down her thighs. As she stepped back to complete the removal of her shorts, Goth Girl behind me peeled my T-shirt up and over my head, then unclipped my bra to let my breasts bounce free and release my swollen nipples at last from their fabric constriction. My saviour then hurriedly stripped me of my skirt and knickers while I watched Emma, with only a tiny pause for modesty, also remove her damp underwear and cast it aside.
I didn’t give her time to take off her top. I pulled her close and kissed her again, feeling our wet pussies bumping together. My hands were at her arse, finding the run of sweat in her crack and then the slimy touch of her free-flowing juices as my fingers searched downwards and dipped into the hot pool of her cunt from the rear. She gasped and grabbed my backside too, trying to replicate my probing movements and jabbing her finger against my tight anus in her hurry to find her way inside me. I didn’t care, I just wanted filling. I pushed out to encourage deeper insertion but she had realised her mistake and burrowed her hand further between my cheeks to locate her true goal. She managed to get her tips inside me and rub my swollen labia as I ground against her.
Goth Girl wanted to direct proceedings, though. Wielding a dildo in a harness in one hand, she pulled Emma away by her hair and forced her on to all fours, giving me a first look at her plump, smooth-skinned bum opening up before me. I was handed the strap-on and saw that the fitted purple dildo was long and smooth, but nearly twice the girth of the one I had considered manageable for Emma’s first time. But the juice was dripping from the young girl’s puffy cunt, and the dildo had a shaped end to go up inside me, and I just couldn’t stop myself from climbing into the harness and groaning with relief as the plastic slipped up into my sopping passage and nestled against the sweet spot within me.
I took Emma by the hips and slid slowly into her, hearing her cries but pushing relentlessly on, knowing how amazing it felt to be completely filled for the first time. As I paused to give her time to relax, Goth Girl let her lust overtake her too. She sucked and then bit my nipples, then grabbed a dispenser of tingling lube from the shelf and squeezed two dollops out onto my rock-hard teats. She deposited another thick dollop of lube onto her finger, spat with venom onto my tits, and then hungrily tongue-kissed me whilst reaching down into my deep crack and rubbing the minty lube on to my arse hole. She then broke off her kiss and spat into my open mouth. I didn’t care – I wanted filth, the more of it the better.
Goth Girl left me and went off to grab a demonstration vibrator and a long black paddle from the counter. Then I held the wailing Emma firmly and took her virginity from her with deep, hard, bottom-slapping strokes that forced the yells from her throat and the cream from her pussy. As I fucked, Goth Girl smacked my arse hard with the paddle and called me a dirty lesbo whore, and made me ask for more punishment. The sting was sharp and shocking and set my bum on fire, but it was beautiful pain, and I didn’t just ask for more, I begged for it.
I fucked hard, even though the plastic inside me and the press on the harness against my clit was making me come. The naughty shop-girl finally delivered Emma from her torment and applied the buzzing vibrator to her little clit, extracting wave after wave of climax until the young girl was entirely spent and forced herself off me to collapse on the floor. I still needed more, and Goth Girl was happy to oblige. She ran to another shelf and unboxed two more identical harnesses, both with a built-in moulded black cock. Still fully clothed, she fastened one to her waist and ordered the exhausted Emma to do the same.
I was ordered to climb on top of the shop girl, hold my pussy lips apart and then slide down the thickly-veined false prick. It was as big as any cock I have ever taken, but I was so wet and willing, my muscles just stretched and took it. I rode hard, holding my own tits and pinching the still tingling nipples as I jerked up and down. My second coming threatened to be bigger than my first and I had to stop and hold on, and to my frustration that arrested it, just before it hit its peak. As the tremors went through me, Goth Girl pulled me down close and pushed her tongue into my mouth once more.
I felt her hands squeezing my still-sore buttocks and easing them apart. She pulled out of our snog and ordered Emma to get behind me. I realised with shock what was about to happen, but my pleas for mercy wouldn’t leave my throat. Many years ago, before we were even married, my husband had once tried to put his cock up my bottom, but it had proved too much for me, and he abandoned his quest and had never tried again to this day. I screwed my eyes tight shut as I heard the next command from the cruel girl beneath me.
‘Stick that cock right up her arse and fuck her with it,’ she said.
I felt the blunt end of the dildo press against my minty-lubed anus. The pain was hard to bear. Emma pushed and I squeezed back against the invading plastic and tried to open up for it. My cries were loud but Emma knew no better and took them for ecstasy, pressing on with her mission until my muscles finally yielded. My nerve-endings came alive and I felt every single millimetre of the cock as it slid inexorably into me, and pain broke into unimaginable pleasure as both my hot holes were stuffed full.
I can’t even remember how long they fucked me for, but I seemed to be coming every single second that my young cousin pumped into me and took the cherry I thought I would never lose. I was still half-delirious as Goth Girl unceremoniously made us dress and leave the shop so that she could tidy up and re-open. I do remember that outside the door, in broad daylight, Emma threw her arms around my neck, kissed me, and thanked me for taking her virginity. I smiled at her and then kissed her back, knowing this was just the start of something brilliant and secret between us.
‘And thank you for taking mine,’ I said.