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"More!" Cynthia demanded as her peak roared towards her, and she made ready to throw herself into bliss again.

Manon pulled back and thrust forcefully inside again. "Harder!" Cynthia pleaded. Manon chuckled evilly as she balanced herself by placing her hands on the older woman's saggy D-cups, squeezing them viciously and lifting her upper body off the MILF. Then, Manon adjusted her grip so she could pinch Cynthia's puffy nipples and use them to pull herself into Cynthia's cunt. Four more ferocious pumps into the squirming, moaning MILF caused the MILF to leap from her peak with another screamed orgasm.

Happy with her performance, Manon felt it was time to be rewarded. So, stepping off the bed long enough to remove her strap-on, Manon then straddled Cynthia's face and lowered her verdant, crinkly-haired pussy onto the older woman's mouth. "Lick, bitch," Manon snarled as she ground her pussy on Cynthia's face.

Cynthia hesitated but then thought it was only fair to at least try to return the pleasure her young lover had given her. So, guided by Manon pulling her hair, Cynthia tentatively tasted the nineteen-year-old's pussy. To Cynthia's surprise, Manon tasted delicious. Manon's essence was musky and tangy, with a light sweetness behind the initial flavour. Cynthia moaned and eagerly tongued the youngster's sweet pussy. She was rewarded with returned moans from the gorgeous teenager above her.

Manon squeezed Cynthia's head between her thighs and rolled over, dragging the MILF with her. Manon grabbed Cynthia's ears as she lifted and spread her knees wide apart. Then, the teenager forced Cynthia lower until Cynthia's lips touched her starfish. "Lick, or I'll rip your ears off," Manon growled.

Cynthia gulped, but her tongue obediently slipped between her lips and touched the young woman's chocolate star. She was surprised again that Manon tasted only musky and a little sweet. Closing her eyes so she didn't have to see what she was doing, Cynthia ran her tongue across Manon's fluttering asshole. Manon moaned and pulled, guiding Cynthia along her perineum and onto her swiftly flowing vulva. When Cynthia's questing tongue had briefly bathed her clitoris, Manon pushed, encouraging the MILF to return along the path whence she'd come.

The fourth time along this path, Cynthia daringly slid two fingers into the youngster's pussy and hooked them back, searching for the same spot inside Manon that Manon had found inside her. A deep groan followed by Manon squeezing her head with her thighs told Cynthia she'd discovered it. Cynthia rubbed her fingertips over that spot again, feeling its roughness and memorising its position. Manon rewarded her devout attention with another guttural moan.

With her fingers in the young woman's cunt, Cynthia couldn't continue her returning path from Manon's rosebud to her clit, so Cynthia did to Manon what always caused her (Cynthia) to climax. She wrapped her lips around Manon's clit, sucked hard, and lashed it with her tongue.

"Good Mummy!" Manon exalted as her orgasm struck with the power of a cyclone hitting land. Manon's entire body thrashed as her orgasm blasted through her body, dislodging the older woman from her clit but writhing against the fingers shoved so deliciously into her blazingly hot pussy.

Manon lifted Cynthia up her body until the shorter woman's plump D-cups rested against her breasts. They kissed lovingly as Manon smiled at the new initiate into woman-on-woman sex. "I hope you'll ask me to sit for you again soon," She grinned. "The side benefits are delightful."

Cynthia rolled off the teenager and then rolled back to snuggle against her side. Cynthia draped her leg across Manon's toned stomach and wonderingly ran her hand across the younger woman's breasts, hesitating to tweak her nipples lightly. "I can't believe we just did that," Cynthia mused. "I've never been interested in lesbian sex before." She thought momentarily before adding, "I've never had so many orgasms at once before. And that tapping thing you did on my G-spot? Wow!"

"Yeah, and to think you objected in the beginning," Manon grinned.

"All the way up to when your tongue lashed my clitoris," Cynthia laughed. "After that, I was an enthusiastic proponent of having you keep going!" She sighed and unwillingly added, "I'd better get you home, I suppose. Having you sleep the night in my bed would create too many questions in my kids' minds."

"Yeah, I get that," Manon replied as she released the MILF and rolled out of bed.

Cynthia reluctantly stood to dress. She wonderingly felt her pussy and muttered, "All the fun of being vigorously fucked by a rampant cock and none of the mess. All I'll need to do is use a facecloth to clean up instead of needing a shower."

"Or I could go down on you and clean it for you?" Manon teased.

"But then I'll be even wetter and messier," Cynthia gigglingly replied. "Get dressed, you mother-lover!"

"Mother-fucker would be more appropriate," Manon joked back. "You're a mother, and I fucked you, but good!"

"Yes, you did!" Cynthia smilingly admitted as she put her bra on and began dressing.

Manon watched the deliciously soft MILF hide her curvy body behind unflattering clothes and promised herself she'd take the older woman on a shopping spree for sexier clothes. Cynthia held a prestigious job as the assistant to the CEO of one of Brisbane's leading construction companies, so Manon knew she wasn't short of a dollar or even the several hundred dollars it would take to transform Cynthia's wardrobe.

She decided to ask, "Hey, Cyn. What do you think about going clothes shopping with me? Maybe freshen up your wardrobe a little?"

Cynthia looked at her reflection beside the lithesome teenager. "I haven't had a man to bother dressing for for so long," she sighed. "I'm afraid I've let myself go a little."

"Nah," Manon denied. "I like your womanly curves. Trust me; so do most men. But a new hairstyle, get a facial, mani and pedi, freshen your makeup up and revamp your wardrobe, and you'll look and feel a million dollars."

"And you'll take me and guide me?" Cynthia asked.

"For sure," the athletic youngster enthused. "Then I'll take you home and ravage you!"

"Hmm," Cynthia joked. "After today, I will admit that 'ravaging' me sounds good. Very good indeed!"

"Hey, Daddy," Manon said happily when she entered her kitchen after Cynthia had dropped her home.

"Hey, Princess," Anastacio replied, hugging his eldest child warmly. "How'd the night go?"

"Two preteens. One a twelve-year-old girl, and the other her nine-year-old brother?" Manon facetiously asked. "What other than perfectly did you imagine?"

Anastacio laughed, "Let me guess. The girl got in a snit because you're prettier than her. And the boy wanted to stay up all night playing war games on his computer?"

"Pretty much," Manon admitted. "The big sulk was because I wouldn't let her FaceTime her boyfriend in her room with the door shut. Cynthia told me specifically not to let her."

"That's a sure recipe for disaster," her father nodded. 'What's a twelve-year-old girl doing with a sixteen-year-old boyfriend?"

"Who knows? But you know what girls are like these days."

"So, you think Albanese's right to ban under 16s from Social Media?" Anastacio said straight facedly, knowing what his daughter's reaction would be.

"This stupid fucking world has got to stop infantilising teenagers," Manon predictably exploded. "Look at me. I'm nineteen, and even thirty years ago, I'd probably already be married with at least one, if not more, children. Yet today, I'm considered too immature to be allowed out on my own. What a crock of shit!"

"Why don't you tell me how you really feel, honey?" Anastacio jibed. "I'm not sure I wholly understand what you mean."

"Asshole," Manon spat playfully, smacking her father's arm but knowing even late the previous year before she'd graduated high school that talking to her father like that would have earned his displeasure, if not his wrath.

Manon considered that her parents had done a magnificent job, at least so far, raising their daughter and three sons. Other than the typical teenage rebellion that all young men and women exhibit to some degree, none of Anastacio's and Amélie's kids had caused any problems. Manon knew it was because as she and her brothers grew up, their parents allowed them more freedom and gave them more responsibility for themselves. Manon thought she and her brothers were way more mature and responsible than their peers.

It was after midnight, so after a brief conversation, Manon and her father went to bed. She had classes the following morning and would be a little tired for the early ones, but Manon knew she'd perk up as the day went on.

Since it was in the middle of the school term, Manon didn't have many babysitting jobs during the week. She'd typically have at least one and sometimes two nights over the weekend, but they weren't enough to cover her tuition costs nor give her any money for entertainment. Manon worked as a night re-stocker at her local Woolworths Supermarket to make up the shortfall. It was a guaranteed four hours a night, four nights a week. And along with some overtime due to Thursday night's late shopping hours, she had a reasonable income.

Anastacio and Amélie would have happily paid for Manon's course, but their daughter was proud of paying her own way. A desire her parents were wholly supportive of.

Evelyn Snow, Manon's supervisor, was on her list of MILFs she wanted to seduce. The fifty-ish woman was stacked, with an enormous bosom, a wonderfully curved stomach, and a large muscular butt. The gregarious red-haired re-stocking manager was quick to anger but equally quick to calm down and apologise. Evelyn laughed even more readily than she angered. Manon wanted to strip the red-headed beauty and dive between her bountiful breasts. She'd had no opportunity to corner her supervisor one-on-one yet to test the older woman's willingness to be seduced.

Ten days had passed since Manon had enticed Cynthia, and she was undeniably horny. She was so horny she'd considered the women in her class to see if she felt any attraction to them. Unfortunately, none had the maturity, buxom figure or hidden but raw sexuality she craved in her lovers. She'd worn out two sets of batteries in those ten days.

Evelyn turned into the head of the aisle she'd sent Manon to refill. Typically, Evelyn would send at least two re-stockists to each aisle. But the mixed-race youngster worked so quickly and efficiently that when Evelyn was shorthanded, as she was tonight, she relied on Manon to work independently.

Evelyn watched the exotic-looking Brazilian/French teenager work her way along the aisle, efficiently filling each shelf to the maximum, from top to bottom, before moving her trolley and starting again. Evelyn's pussy warmed when Manon bent over to stack the middle shelves, and her tight, round ass strained the jean shorts it was encased in.

Evelyn was a dominant, emotionally strong woman's typically unlucky in love. She either attracted narcissistic assholes who only noticed her absence. They objected when she was and paid her no mind when she wasn't. Two had tried to beat her for being 'uppity'. If it wasn't narcissists, it was mummy's boys who wanted her to mother them. They were worse, so she married one of the narcissistic ones. Their marriage was strong until Mark's increasingly controlling behaviour cruelled it. Evelyn left with their two young children the day after he'd first beaten her.

In desperation, Evelyn tried women.

The problem was that she wasn't attracted to the butch women who were lesbian, nor did she find the lipstick ones to be alluring. Typically, she'd find the former would hit on her, but the latter ignored her because she wasn't their type either. In Kasey Chambers' words, 'She wasn't pretty enough' for them. After several disappointing affairs, Evelyn returned to dating men. However, she was currently 'between relationships'. Batteries were a common shopping list item for her, too.

Manon eventually felt Evelyn's eyes on her and turned to face her. She smiled and waved at the staunch woman, and her pussy warmed as if in tune with Evelyn's. Evelyn looked around hurriedly before striding down the aisle. She stopped and examined the exotic youngster before risking all. "Come back to my place for a nightcap after work?" She growled despite knowing how badly this could end for her if Manon filed a harassment complaint with management.

"I'd love to," Manon breathed as she smiled delightedly. "I've been wondering how to get you alone ever since I started here."

Evelyn hurriedly wrote down her address and handed it to Manon. "Don't tell anyone," she growled before marching away.

'As if I would,' Manon thought as she hungrily watched Evelyn's muscular ass stride away. She pulled her phone out to text her parents, saying she'd be late home because she was going out after work.

Manon had come out to her family early. She knew she was gay from a young age and thought it was best to get that out there as soon as possible. Her family were wholly accepting of her sexuality, and they had pretty much never spoken anymore about it.

The rest of her shift passed without comment. Manon completed her assigned aisles almost singlehandedly, with only a little help toward the night's end. She left with the other workers and got in her car. Manon watched Evelyn get in hers as she entered Evelyn's address into Google Maps. She knew better than to follow the staunch woman immediately and pretended to speak on her phone until the carpark was empty.

Manon drove to the address, pulled into the driveway and stopped behind Evelyn's car. She almost leapt from her vehicle and walked eagerly to Evelyn's door. Evelyn opened it before Manon could knock and swept the teenager into a fierce embrace before kissing her passionately.

"Hmm," Manon teased when Evelyn finally released her. "You're going to take me forcibly?"

Evelyn blushed before babbling some kind of reply.

Manon interrupted her, saying, "I wasn't objecting, so force away!"

"You teasing minx," Evelyn growled as she tore Manon's T-shirt off her body, ripped her shorts and panties down and dragged her to her bedroom. "My kids are at my mother's," she explained as she shed her clothes. "She'll take them to school tomorrow, and I'll pick them up afterwards."

"So, I can expect to be 'forced' all night?" Manon asked innocently, taking off her bra.

"Yes!" Evelyn avowed as she pushed Manon onto her back, lowered her cunt onto the younger woman's mouth, and sat on Manon's tits. Looking down at the beautiful woman, Evelyn growled, "Now shut up and lick, bitch!"

Manon chuckled before stabbing her experienced tongue into the large woman's vulva. Manon's hands reached up to grab Evelyn's muscular ass and pull her tightly onto her mouth. Manon stabbed her tongue repeatedly into Evelyn's dripping gash. Evelyn responded by cupping her massive G-cup breasts and lifting them so she could lick her own nipples.

Manon's tongue sliding deeply into her cunt felt fantastic, and Evelyn started grinding her pussy against the young woman's face. Manon automatically switched from delving her tongue into the older woman to licking whatever was against her lips. Evelyn jumped when Manon's tongue roughly slid across her clitoris. She thought having that licked was a good idea, so she moved her hips until her fuck button was firmly against Manon's lips. The young woman surprised her by latching her lips around Evelyn's clitoris, lightly biting it, and sucking hard.

"Oh, fuck!" Evelyn surprisedly exclaimed as her orgasm crashed into her.

Evelyn collapsed off Manon as her orgasm shuddered through her body. Then, showing surprising strength, Manon flipped Evelyn onto her side. Next, Manon lifted the staunch woman's leg and rammed her cunt against the other woman's. Scissoring her clit against the other woman's, Manon drove them towards a mutual climax. It hit when, copying the younger woman, Evelyn reached her hand out and pinched and twisted the other woman's nipple.

Manon giggled as the women scissored together furiously, another orgasm only seconds away. It exploded over them, but before Evelyn could think. Manon pushed her onto her back and moved into a sixty-nine. "Who's forcing who?" Evelyn pretended to complain before slashing her tongue over Manon's pussy.

"Oh, I would never do this of my own accord," Manon pretended. "I'm only doing it because my big, mean boss threatened to have me sacked if I didn't!"

Evelyn chuckled into Manon's pussy before reaching a finger to rim the younger woman's starfish. Manon responded by shifting her attention to her supervisor's ass. Simultaneously, she held Evelyn's powerful ass cheeks apart and rimmed her ring with her tongue. Evelyn moaned and returned the favour. Another climax swiftly ensued.

The lovers explored each other's bodies, wants and desires until the early morning. After less than an hour's sleep, Manon did her best to make herself decent by tying her torn T-shirt around her breasts. Giving in, she stole Evelyn's chambray shirt. It hung loosely around her svelte body despite barely reaching her rounded bum. Staying awake during her classes was problematic, but Manon made it and the journey home before finally collapsing into her bed.

Manon returned to work later that same day. Evelyn greeted her neutrally, as she typically did, and Manon joined the others, re-stocking the shelves. Later, towards the end of the shift, Evelyn caught Manon alone.

"All good?" Evelyn asked.

"Yes," Manon grinned. "More than just good—a fantasy come true." She looked around and, seeing they were alone, added, "Invite me again whenever you want."

"I don't want a girlfriend," Evelyn growled, worried she'd created a 'Fatal Attraction-type' situation with her young worker.

"Just as well, because nor do I!" Manon shot back. "But a fuck buddy for when I'm horny would be nice!"

"Yes, it would," Evelyn admitted, chagrined she had misread the young woman.

They resumed their duties and said no more about it.

A few weeks passed without much of note happening, and it was soon time for Manon to suffer through the expected end-of-semester exams. She wouldn't know for another week, but Manon was confident she'd excelled. Neither Cynthia nor Evelyn had indicated they wanted to play again, but that wasn't an issue. As much as Evelyn had feared Manon stalking her in an infatuated fever, Manon was concerned that one of her MILFs would do the same thing. She'd have an ongoing relationship with one or more of them if the women desired to, but she didn't want to be tied to any of them permanently.

One of Manon's high school teachers had discovered Manon liked older women and opined she had an unrequited mummy complex and secretly lusted over her mother. Manon needed professional help, this teacher insisted. Manon laughed and promptly seduced the older woman. The teacher, who was, at least on the surface, happily married, quickly decided she didn't care if Manon had a mummy fixation as long as she continued to make her feel that good.

On the Wednesday after her final exam, Cynthia phoned and tentatively asked if Manon was still interested in taking her shopping. Manon agreed to meet the plump forty-ish woman at PapaRich, a Malaysian restaurant in the Indooroopilly shopping centre, for coffee the following week. She called Simon, her hairstylist at Oscar Oscar, who, despite being booked out, agreed to fit Cynthia in.

"Ah mean, if a poof won't help a dyke out, what's this world coming to?" Simon lisped outrageously.

Cynthia and Manon enjoyed a light breakfast before Manon guided her MILF friend to the salon. Simon's apprentice whisked Cynthia away immediately. He washed her hair as Simon finished styling his current client's hair.

Once he'd escorted the woman from the store, exchanging compliments and air kisses as they went, Simon turned to Cynthia. He examined her critically before saying, "Well, at least you haven't brought me a complete disaster this time, dahlink!"

"Why do you insist on lisping when you talk to me?" Manon asked frustratedly. "You don't with anyone else."

"I do too," Simon grinned. "Listen, you skinny, titty-less dyke. It's all an act, okay? Some people expect their male hairdresser to be flamboyantly gay." Simon gestured towards his apprentice. "Derek here isn't even homosexual. But when required, he can ponce with the best of us." Simon grinned, "Besides," he added. "It's fun winding you up!"

"Bitch!" Manon spat mirthfully.

"Thank you," Simon teased back, batting his eyes outlandishly. "It's always nice when someone notices." He turned his attention to Cynthia. "Alright, Mumma. You can be one red-hot chicky babe if you'll just let ol' Simon work his magic, okay?"

Cynthia nodded, and Simon added, "Let's return your colour back to its natural dark brown, but I'll add some red highlights. Then we'll cut it into some feathered bangs that I'll shape around your neck to make your face appear a little more elongated. You with me?"

Cynthia nervously nodded again, and Simon set to work. Knowing it would be some time, Manon sat on the couch and accepted the coffee Derek made for her before scrolling through her Social Media feeds. Ninety minutes later, Simon swung the chair around and announced, "C'est fait (It is done)!"

"Gorgeous!" Manon exclaimed.

"I know, dahlink!" Simon lisped. "But what do you think of Cynthia's new hairdo?"

"She's gorgeous. You're still a bitch!"

"Do you have a point, Miss Flat-Chested Dyke?" Simon queried. "Or are you only making observations?"

"Just making observations, dahlink," Manon grinningly replied in what she imagined was a perfect imitation of the hairdresser's outrageous lisp.

"Leave the flamboyancy to those who can carry it off, honey," Simon teased as he rang up the cost and handed Cynthia the receipt.

Manon guided Cynthia to Let's Indulge next. She'd booked twin facials and neck massages for them. Seventy-five minutes later, the student/MILF pair sat in chairs in ProfessioNAIL, receiving manis and pedicures.

After that, it was time to revamp Cynthia's makeup to match her new hairstyle. The cosmetician in David Jones was happy to work with Cynthia through the entire process, from skin prep to mascara. When the end result was achieved, the saleswoman had taken Cynthia from a reasonably attractive, middle-aged housewife to a red-hot MILF, ready to grace magazine covers the world over. They bought one of everything the beauty expert recommended.

After a brief stop for coffee, it was time to shop. They wandered into the various fashion stores, selecting outfits for Cynthia. Manon insisted that Cynthia purchase outfits that emphasised her shapely, full figure instead of hiding it as Cynthia typically did. Tops that revealed or clung to Cynthia's D-cup breasts and cinched to her waist, revealing Cynthia's hourglass shape. Bras that supported and pushed her breasts up so they were deliciously displayed in the tops' Vees. Skirts that also cinched to Cynthia's waist before flaring and clinging to the MILF's plump, round ass. Trousers that did the same but also clung tightly to Cynthia's pudenda, emphasising her swelling sex but not degenerating into a cameltoe.

Lingerie was next. Matching bra and panty sets combined with suspenders and stockings. Sheer nylons that would disguise Cynthia's slight cellulite for the shorter skirts and when suspenders and stocking tops weren't appropriate. Half-cup push-up bras are a must, Manon insisted. "You've got great tits," she explained. "Put the damn things on display so we can all admire them!"

Finally, they were done. They'd had to borrow a shopping trolley from their local Woolworths to carry their bounty back to Cynthia's car. They packed it into the SUV, and then Manon followed Cynthia back to Cynthia's place. Manon was glad they were alone and immediately pounced on the older woman and forced Cynthia onto her back in the middle of the lounge floor.

Lowering her pussy onto the MILF's mouth, Manon growled, "I deserve to be worshipped for doing this for you, so get to worshipping, bitch!"

Cynthia was again surprised by the youngster's dominance. But the sudden swell of heat and wetness in her nether regions told Cynthia that she was not averse to being controlled by the teenage lesbian. Remembering her lessons from the first time, Cynthia stabbed her tongue into Manon's gash before tilting her head back and sucking the young woman's clitoris into her mouth.

Cynthia hadn't changed into one of her new outfits, so Manon had no hesitation in ripping the MILF's blouse open, spraying buttons in all directions. Cynthia's saggy, greying bra followed. Then, Manon gripped Cynthia's lust-hardened nipples and squeezed them painfully.

"Do not move!" Manon growled before standing and stripping. Next, she sat on the edge of a sofa chair and demanded, "Remove your skirt and panties, then crawl across the floor to me. You will use your tongue to worship me from my toes to my fingers."

Cynthia gulped, but her dripping pussy commanded her to obey. She lifted her hips and pulled her maxi skirt off along with her panties, rolled onto her hands and knees, and crawled to her dominant friend. Reaching the exotic teenager, Cynthia kissed Manon's toes before individually sucking each one. Next, she lifted her young lover's leg and kissed the soles of her feet before licking the tops. Then, she kissed up her shin before changing and licking Manon's calf and the back of her knee. Next, Cynthia swapped legs and repeated her actions.

"Hmm," Manon purred. "That's a good start." Manon pulled the couch's cushions off onto the floor, then lay on her stomach on them. "Start at my toes again and work your way up to my bum. Skip over my bottom and restart at my neck."

Cynthia complied, kissing Manon's soles, her heels, Achilles, calves, and the backs of her knees. As she moved up and down her young lover's lower legs, Cynthia joined the dots of her kisses by loving tonguing the area in between. Cynthia finished Manon's right leg and continued to kiss and tongue along Manon's hamstring to the curve of her tight, round bottom, then she crossed over and did the same with Manon's left leg.

Then, as her dominant lover insisted, Cynthia skipped over the rest of Manon's body and kissed where her neck met her shoulders. Cynthia couldn't believe how hot surrendering herself to the beautiful, mixed-race woman made her. Cynthia's nipples ached with desire and throbbed in time with her clenching pussy and wanting clitoris. Cynthia needed Manon to touch her. Some part of her, any part of her. She didn't care which part because the ache was intense and intensifying with every kissed surrender.

Cynthia straddled Manon's legs and pressed her blazingly hot, soakingly wet cunt against the youngster's calves. Then, she leaned forward onto her hands and dragged her nipples along Manon's back before kissing the back of her neck and licking down her spine. The sensation of having her hot, wet pussy pressed against her teenage lover and her nipples dragging along Manon's spine only added to Cynthia's needs. Still, she complied with her young friend's demands and restricted herself to licks and kisses.

Cynthia reached Manon's tailbone and hesitated. The exotic-looking woman was almost literally purring from the intense attention Cynthia had applied to her task, so it took her a little time to realise Cynthia had stopped. "Worship my ass, slut," Manon demanded. "What are you waiting for?"

Cynthia gulped even though her pussy blazed. It was a nasty, naughty thing to have to do, but Cynthia, who was much more submissive than she'd imagined, bent to her young friend's will. Holding Manon's taut ass cheeks in each hand, Cynthia parted them before running her tongue down Manon's cleft and onto her dark star.

"Get your tongue deep in there," Manon demanded. "I want to feel it tickling my tonsils from below!"

Cynthia pushed her tongue's tip against the beautiful youngster's anal ring and felt it flutter open and allow her to slip about an inch into it. Working from pure instinct, Cynthia eased herself onto her elbows and used the better angle to slide two fingers inside Manon's pussy. She hooked her fingers down and back, searching for the rough area delineating Manon's G-spot. She grinned when she found it. Then, Cynthia scraped her freshly-applied false nails over the spot and simultaneously surrounded Manon's rosebud with her lips, sucked hard and stabbed her tongue into Mannon's dark hole.

"Soooooooo goooooooooood," Manon sighed as a soft but profoundly felt climax washed through her. However, Manon wasn't ready to return Cynthia's affections yet. So, she rolled onto her back and ordered the gorgeous MILF to return to her toes and start all over.

Cynthia wanted to protest. Her arousal was extreme, and she was sure the barest touch on her nipples or pussy would crash her into an orgasm. But then, Manon's brown eyes opened, and she stared expectantly at her. Cynthia's will folded, and she knelt at Manon's feet. She started by sucking each of Manon's toes between her lipstick-painted lips and running her tongue over them like she hoped to do with the young woman's nipples shortly.

Manon allowed her head to fall back again as she revelled in Cynthia's ministrations. The sexy MILF licked and kissed up Manon's legs before jumping over her groin and kissing her stomach. She paused to delve her tongue into Manon's belly button before continuing upward. Cynthia's tongue had just reached the beginning of Manon's right breast when the young woman grabbed Cynthia's hair and dragged her up. Plump lips mashed against taupe-coloured ones, and Manon's tongue snaked into Cynthia's mouth.

Cynthia pressed her delicious D-cups against her lover's breasts and returned the kiss fervently. Then, Manon sighed happily before leaning back and saying, "Don't forget to lavish attention on my nipples before you eat my cunt."

Although wanting to scream frustratedly, Cynthia obediently lowered her lips to the young woman's breasts. Cynthia was new to woman-on-woman sex, but she knew what she enjoyed, so she did that for Manon. First, Cynthia alternated between Manon's nipples, using her thumb to circle one nipple as she licked, sucked, and lightly bit the other and then changed. Manon's appreciative groans told Cynthia she was on the right track.

Cynthia was about to kiss further down when Manon's insistent push on her head encouraged Cynthia lower. Smiling, Cynthia pressed her nose against her teenage lover's clit as she licked along her slit and delved her tongue into Manon's gash. To her delight, the beautiful young woman orgasmed immediately. Cynthia hoped Manon would return the favour, but she was initially disappointed. Manon leapt to her feet, bent over and smacked the older woman's rounded ass.

"Run to your bedroom and lie on your back on the bed," Manon demanded. "I'll join you there shortly."

Cynthia stood and ran to her bedroom, anticipating what was next. Manon amusedly watched the larger woman's ass bounce as she scurried from the room. When Cynthia was out of sight, Manon took her strap-on out of her bag. This one was different to the one she'd used earlier. It was about the same length and had the same upward curve, but this one was a little thicker and had a double end for Manon's pussy. She inserted it and strapped it into place before taking four silk scarves from her bag and following the MILF to her bedroom.

Entering Cynthia's room, Manon crossed to the bed swiftly before jumping onto Cynthia and sitting on her stomach. Then Manon took Cynthia's left wrist and tied it to the bed head. She then tied Cynthia's right to the opposite side. The older woman's ankles quickly followed. Manon looked at her 'victim' delightedly. Cynthia's left ankle was tied above her head to her left wrist. Her right ankle was similarly tied to her right wrist. It left the MILF vulnerable, with her asshole and sex lewdly displayed and available to her teenage lover.

Manon chuckled before saying, "I'd typically stuff a ballgag in your mouth, but I do like listening to you scream." Manon chuckled again before leaving the room to retrieve a narrow leather flogger.

Cynthia wondered if she shouldn't be afraid of what Manon wanted to do to her. But then, she remembered how reluctant she was when the young woman first seduced her and the many screaming orgasms she'd had after succumbing to the French/Brazilian woman's advances. So, instead, Cynthia eagerly anticipated what Manon would do. The first stinging whack on her exposed pussy quickly quelled that anticipation, though.

"Fuck!" Cynthia yelled.

"The correct response is 'One, thank you, Mistress'," Manon chuckled, flicking her wrist and bringing the crop whistling down onto Cynthia's left nipple. A third strike stung her right one.

"Fuck! Ouch! Fuck!" Cynthia protested.

"Don't you mean 'Two and three, thank you, Mistress'?" Manon teased. She cropped Cynthia's exposed asshole.

Taking the hint, Cynthia said, "Four, thank you, Mistress."

"Good Mummy," Manon smilingly said before lowering her mouth onto Cynthia's anus and tonguing her brown star.

'Oh, Gawd!' Cynthia wondered. 'Why does that feel so good?'

Manon's mouth left her ass, and Cynthia clenched, wondering what Manon would strike next. She was right to fear because the dominant young woman rained strikes across Cynthia's nipples, vulva, and rosebud. Cynthia's soles, armpits, upper thighs, and knee backs weren't spared either.

But the worst/best was to come. Manon centred her strikes and lashed Cynthia's clitoris five times in quick succession. Then, the chocolate-skinned vixen surrounded the MILF's love button with her lips, sucked hard, and battered that delightful nubbin with her tongue.

Confused, overexcited, and overwrought, Cynthia exploded into a series of cataclysmic orgasmic eruptions. She thought she couldn't cum again, but then she felt fingers entering her sopping cunt and scraping across her G-spot, and her orgasm relaunched, scattering her mind across the cosmos. Overwhelmed by pure, unadulterated pleasure, the MILF passed out.

Cynthia slowly rejoined the world an unknown time later when she felt an enormous 'cock' pushing against her brown star. It split her knot open as it remorselessly entered her ass and possessed her colon.

'I, uh ... oh, fuck!' Cynthia's orgasm-blasted mind confusedly wondered. 'Why does this feel even better than before?' Then, Manon pinched, squeezed, and twisted her puffy nipples viciously, and Cynthia exploded again.

Manon released her MILF lover's binds before cleaning and sterilising her 'cock'. Then, she lay on Cynthia's plush body and slid her 'cock' into the older woman's cunt. Holding Cynthia tenderly, Manon rocked gently inside her, ensuring her strap-on stayed in contact with Cynthia's G-spot, and waited for the MILF to awaken.

Cynthia eventually did. She opened her eyes and stared wonderingly up at the gorgeous young woman. "You're unbelievable," she muttered as her knees unawarely lifted and her ankles crossed to hold her young lover inside her. "How is it possible that you have given me more orgasms in two nights of sex than my ex-husband gave me in thirteen years of marriage?"

Manon chuckled before answering, "Because I know what a submissive, dirty slut you indeed are. You can't fool me, Cynthia Johnson, MILF extraordinaire. You need to submit because it's in your DNA. I merely showed you what you were missing out on."

"So, I'm a lesbian now?" Cynthia wondered as her hips lifted to meet Manon's inward thrusts. "You're the first woman I've ever kissed sexually, so maybe I've been closeted all this time?"

"I'd doubt it," Manon said somewhat sadly. "You'll find a man who is strong and dominant and can accept your kids as his. Then, you'll forget about me. However, you will occasionally remember what we shared and wonder if you shouldn't try to find me. Trust me; you shouldn't. Be happy in your marriage, and teach your man how to dominate and claim you as his."

"That simple, huh?"

"That simple, yes," Manon confirmed. "Now, enough of this maudlin sentimentality. Drive your saggy cunt up to meet your Mistress' descending 'cock', and cum for me, you MILF slut!"

Cynthia did, and did! She screamed again as another orgasm blasted her into motes that dissipated into the ether. She woke up the following morning alone. Her pussy and ass ached, but she felt replete. She smiled happily before rolling over and sleeping some more. With three kids under twelve, a sleep-in was a welcome reprieve.

"Hey, Mum," Manon said as she skipped into her parents' kitchen.

"Hello, Manon," Amélie Fay replied, her speech still heavily French-accented. Although she'd encouraged her children to take their father's surname, she'd kept hers because that was the French way. Although Amélie had taken ten years off to raise her and Anastacio's children, she'd maintained her registration and worked as the NUM (Nurse Unit Manager) for the surgery unit at The Wesley Hospital in Milton, Brisbane. "By your smile, I'm guessing you made another conquest? Corrupted another woman into lesbianism or bisexuality?"

"Revisited an earlier conquest," Manon giggled as she and her mother hugged and kissed. "But I'm fairly sure she'll return to heterosexuality as long as she can find a man who meets her need to submit."

"Otherwise?" Amélie asked.

"I'll visit her again and fuck some more sense into her," Manon laughed, knowing this was another conversation she couldn't have had with a parent only a few short months earlier.

Amélie wasn't concerned that her daughter was a lesbian, but Amélie still hoped Manon would choose to have children. However, that would require her beautiful, precocious daughter to meet someone she wanted to settle down with. Amélie wanted to be a grandmother and to spoil her grandchildren outrageously. Still, her eldest son was only eighteen months younger than Manon, so perhaps it wouldn't be that long a wait.

"Avez-vous des projets pour aujourd'hui? (Do you have any plans for today?)" Amélie asked.

"Pretendo passar o dia cozinhando com minha linda mãe (I plan to spend the day baking with my beautiful mother)," Manon smilingly replied in Portuguese to her mother's French.

"Vamos começar então? (Let's start then?), Amélie asked.

"Oui, allons (Yes, let's), Manon agreed.

The happy pair spent the day preparing and baking many French and Portuguese delicacies, including Anastacio's favourite, Portuguese custard tarts. They were still in the kitchen making croissants when Manon's three brothers, Arthur (17), Carlos (15), and Gabriel (14), returned from school. Of course, the teenage boys devoured a large portion of the delicacies the women had baked. But that was, after all, why they'd made them.

Manon had an appointment with her course coordinator the following day. Helena MacNeil, her coordinator, is a tall, angular, mid-forties woman who proudly wears her grey hair. She dresses conservatively in terms of how much flesh she shows but chooses clothes that cling to and emphasise her athletically slender body. In her typical seven-inch heeled pumps, Helena is taller than even Manon, who is nearly 185 cm tall. Of course, Manon was smitten, but Helena's severe mien and piercing blue eyes behind 'librarian' glasses had prevented Manon from trying to seduce her.

Manon spent an hour before leaving for her appointment carefully considering her outfit. She hoped to dress in something that would impress Helena and perhaps make the coordinator reveal she was attracted to her. Manon only needed her seduction target to show a glimmer of admiration or attraction towards her, and she could use her raw sexuality and sensuality to seduce her prey successfully.

Manon decided to exaggeratedly mimic the older woman. She put on sheer black stay-up stockings and a matching push-up bra and panty set. Then she added a side-split, mid-thigh length, black pencil skirt that matched Helena's typical ankle-length one. Above her skirt, Manon put on an opaque, red button-up blouse that revealed her push-up bra. Helena often wore a similar blouse that wasn't opaque but shared Manon's blouse's colour. Her footwear was, of course, black seven-inch heeled pumps. They would even up the height disparity.

Manon knocked on Ms MacNeil's door five minutes before her appointment. "Come in," Helena's melodic voice sounded from behind the door.

Manon swept in, greeted the older woman, and sat when Helena invited her to. Manon caught the coordinator's appreciative glance at her breasts but ignored it, although it gave her hope for later.

After exchanging the usual greeting and question pleasantries, Helena and Manon discussed her progress and what courses she'd need to take the following year. As far as Manon was concerned, things took a sudden lurch in the right direction when Helena invited her to circle the desk and look at the schedule she'd planned for her. Manon could see the monitor was on a swivel stand and, therefore, could have been turned so they could both see.

Manon's hopes were realised when the coordinator placed her hand on the back of Manon's knee and tickled it. When Manon didn't respond, Helena quickly removed her hand and apologised—trying to explain that she'd done it unawarely.

Manon smiled, looking at the beautifully severe older woman avidly. "My only complaints are that you stopped, and your hand was too low." Manon sat in the coordinator's lap, cupped her head and kissed her with every ounce of passion and skill she possessed.

Helena returned her kiss with equal fervour. Her hands slid up Manon's inner thighs and cupped the younger woman's mound. "Wet," Helena mused. "You want me. This is not an act to try and get something. Not that I'm averse to that."

"Can a coordinator arrange 'As' for lays?" Manon teased.

"No," Helena chuckled. "But she can arrange for her favourites to have only easy marking professors to make it easier for that student to pass. Plus, if said student is prepared to offer lays for easy 'As', this woman would be inclined to send her favourites in those professors' direction."

"Such corruption!" Manon said, pretending to be shocked. However, she was a realist and knew such arrangements, though uncommon, could readily be made.

Helena ignored her and instead growled, "My car is parked outside. You're getting in it with me, and we're going to my place. My husband will be there, but he is not a problem. You will see why when we get there. You're not expected to do anything with him because I suspect you're a lesbian and not bisexual?"

"I am," Manon admitted. "I'll let my parents know I won't be home until...?"

"Tomorrow morning," Helena stated firmly.

Manon completed that task as she and Helena walked to Helena's car. On the drive to Bald Hills, Helena rebuffed Manon's every attempt to touch her, but Helena's skilled fingers stroked Manon's clit or delved into her soaking pussy for the entire journey.

"We're here," Helena announced, withdrawing her fingers just before Manon orgasmed.

They got out of the car, and Manon followed Helena inside. A tall, handsome, early-thirties-looking man wearing casual slacks and a clinging T-shirt sat on the couch. He greeted Helena by accepting her outstretched hand and kissing it. He stood and turned to face Manon expectantly.

"We have a guest, Brian," Helena said chillingly.

"Sorry, Mistress," Brian apologetically said. "I did not realise she was a 'guest'." He immediately removed his clothing, knelt at Helena's feet, and kissed her shoes.

Manon watched their interaction with amazement. She'd thought Brian was bald and had shaven his head. But instead, Brian was completely hairless except for his eyebrows. Like Helena and Manon, Brian was leanly muscular and in excellent physical shape. But the biggest surprise was the cock cage Brian wore.

"On your back, worm," Helena snarled. "Lift and spread your knees." Brian complied, and Helena lifted her right toe and pressed against her husband's chastity device. "This worthless piece of man flesh is my husband. He thought he was an Alpha male," Helena sneered. "Not only was he narcissistic, but he dared raise a hand to me." She pushed harder on the cage. "You know better now, don't you, worm?"

"Yes, Mistress," Brian agreed as he fought to suppress his pain and not groan. Doing so would displease his Mistress, and that could be extremely painful.

"Tell Manon what you are now, worm," Helena ordered.

"I am my Mistress' bull fluffer, Ma'am," Brian answered.

"You assume Mistress Manon knows what that is, worm?" Helena sneered.

"It means that I use my mouth or allow them to use my cock hole to get themselves ready to fuck my Mistress," Brian explained.

"Okay," Manon said, shrugging. "Whatever floats your boat, I guess. Now, are we going to fuck or crush balls?"

"No reason I can't do both," Helena chuckled. "The worm will want to watch. Are you okay with that?"

"As long as he doesn't touch me," Manon agreed.

"He wouldn't dare to do anything other than kneel silently beside the bed head, would you, Brian?"

"No, Mistress," Brian quickly agreed.

"He's not much use for anything other than giving oral, really," Helena stated as she took Manon's hand and led her towards her bedroom. "But he did give me three children, so there's that."

"Before or after you sissified him?" Manon asked.

Helena laughed and turned back to her crawling husband. "We have a live one, worm," she crowed. "After," she explained. "There was no way I was letting him impregnate me and make me reliant on his income until I'd cured his narcissism.

"Brian would like to wear your panties while we fuck. Then, when I say he can, he'll place them over his nose, sniff them, and jerk off until he's ready cum. Then, he'll put them over his cock to catch his semen. Don't worry, though. He knows to suck it all out of them and then carefully wash and dry them. Cumming into one of my lover's panties is as close to pussy as my worm gets since I made him a sissy."

"How did he make you pregnant, then?" Manon asked.

"I made him wank into a glass and then used a turkey baster to put his sperm where it needed to go."

"Harsh," Manon stated. "But whatever. Brian seems to enjoy his debasement. If I'm any judge, the reason he's squirming is because his cock is trying to go hard in his cage."

They reached Helena's bedroom and turned to kiss each other lovingly. However, those soft kisses turned harsh quickly as each sought to dominate the other. Manon didn't really mind because although she preferred to top, she could readily slip into submissiveness when required.

Manon pushed her older lover back until the backs of Helena's knees hit the bed. Then, she shoved again, causing Helena to fall onto the bed. Manon smiled challengingly at her older lover and seductively removed her clothes until all she wore was her panties, stay-up stockings, and heels. Manon turned to waggle her supremely taut ass at her newest lover before sensuously lowering her panties, exposing her dark star and verdant pussy to the older woman. Manon stepped out of her panties and tossed them over Brian's head. Then, she joined Helena on the bed.

"Undress me," Helena demanded.

"I'm not your sissy bitch," Manon replied. "Undress yourself."

Helena chuckled but sat up so she could peel her blouse and bra off. Then, she lay back and lifted her hips to undo her pencil skirt and pull it down. The clinging black item slid down, revealing suspenders holding up sheer silk stockings that matched Manon's stay-ups.

"Nice," Manon stated. She leapt on the older woman and mashed her cunt against Helena's. Then, holding Helena tightly to her, Manon tribbed her clitoris against Helena's forcefully.

The women were of similar height, so Helena only had to lift her head to lock lips with her young lover. "Gawd!" The older woman groaned as Manon's hot wetness slid over her clitoris. "Fuck me. Oh, Gawd, fuck me!"

Manon giggled but obeyed Helena's order. She loosened her grip on Helena's leanly muscular ass and moved her hips back before slamming her clit back against Helena's nubbin. She repeated this action several times as their combined climax quickly approached. Then, as her orgasm threatened to overwhelm her, Manon rammed her cunt against Helena's clit one more time and rubbed her nubbin forcefully against the other woman's.

"Yesss!!!" Manon hissed as Helena groaned, "Gaaawwwdddddddd!!!!" Moisture gushed from each woman's cunt, drenching the others as their twin orgasms rattled their bones.

When they came down, Helena went on the attack immediately. She pounced on Manon and flipped her onto her back. Then, Helena dove onto Manon's pussy and sucked her clit into her mouth. She bit that nubbin firmly and pulled back. Simultaneously, she rammed two fingers into Manon's pussy and her thumb into the younger woman's ass. Then, Helena squeezed her fingers and thumb together and pulled down, stretching Manon's clit further.

"Gawd, that's good!" Manon exclaimed as she crested and came.

"Fetch my strap-on, worm," Helena commanded.

Brian turned around, opened the dresser's top drawer and removed a thick six-inch 'cock'. He handed it to Helena silently. Helena stood upright on her knees and buckled the strap-on into place. Then, she moved between Manon's willingly parted thighs and covered the younger woman's slender body with her similarly shaped one.

Helena held her cock's base and lined it up with Manon's dripping entrance. If Brian had chosen the more slender one, she would have rammed it home. However, the one she currently wore was significantly thicker than a man's cock typically was, so Helena eased it into the girl gently, allowing Manon to adjust to its broad girth.

"Oh, lawd, that's big," Manon protested as her cunt unwillingly stretched to accept the intruder.

"Meh," Helena dismissed. "Your babies' heads will be much bigger than this, so shut up and take it." She eased the last inch into the panting woman beneath her. Helena held still with her 'cock' buried in Manon until she felt the young woman tentatively push her pussy up at her. Then, Helena eased about half her strap-on out of Manon before sliding it back in.

This time, as Helena pushed into her, Manon's clit was pulled against the shaft, and the sudden pleasurable sensation that caused exploded Manon into a screamed orgasm.

"That's it, my pretty little slut," Helena gloated. "Tell your Mistress how much you love her cock."

"Ahhhhhh, ffffffffuuuuuuuuuuuuuucccccccccckkkkkkkkkk!!!" Manon screamed as she crested again.

After Manon's third orgasm, Helena took off her strap-on and sat on the youngster's face. "Eat me," she demanded.

Of course, Manon was keen to oblige, and her tongue snaked into the older woman's pussy. The women took turns pleasing the other until they collapsed together, completely spent.

After dozing for about an hour, Helena got up despite her body's moaning protest. She stepped back into her strap-on, pulled it up, tightened the buckles and then put her heels back on. Then, she tapped Manon. "You'll love watching this," she chuckled evilly. Helena reached into her nightstand and removed a small key that she used to remove Brian's cage. "On your back, worm. Knees up and apart."

Brian obediently rolled onto his back, lifting and spreading his knees. Helena stood over him and placed her stiletto heel against his nutsack. Amazingly, Brian's cock immediately became fully erect. "Don't touch it, worm." Helena snarled as she ground her heel into Brian's balls.

Brian groaned, but to Manon's amazement, his groan was one full of pleasure. Pained pleasure, to be sure, but it was clear Brian was not objecting to having his balls crushed.

Helena removed her heel from her husband's balls before reaching into a drawer and pulling out a silicon glove. She put it on and then knelt between Brian's widely spread legs. She cupped his atrophied nutsack and gripped his shaft with her gloved hand. Brian's tinsy dick disappeared inside Helena's dainty hand. It must have been no more than three inches long, Manon realised.

Helena gripped her husband's loose sack with its atrophied balls and squeezed and pulled them viciously. "Brian had a solid six-plus inch cock and plum-sized balls before I sissified and cuckolded him and made him wear a cock cage permanently," she explained. "I'm trying to find a surgeon who will remove this useless extra flesh and leave him only a tiny hole to piss through. But I haven't found anyone willing to do so yet. Instead, they keep talking about building Brian a vagina. Pfft, like this worm still needs a pleasure spot other than the one in his slut ass."

"And what do you want, Brian?" Manon fascinatedly asked.

"I want to please my Mistress," Brian stated wantingly. "I was a crass asshole before she showed me the true way. Now, I live only to serve."

"Watch this," Helena demanded. "Worm, present your fuck hole."

Brian rolled onto his knees with his shoulders on the floor. He reached between his spread legs and used his fingers to spread his ass cheeks and display his starfish. Helena spat on her fingers and Brian's asshole. She smeared the spit on her fingers over her cock, then squatted behind her husband's ass. She then guided her 'cock's head' until it centred on Brian's anus. Then, grabbing his shoulders, Helena rammed her 'cock' into Brian's ass.

To Manon's astonishment, Brian groaned gutturally and gripped his cock, pulling it ferociously. Helena ploughed her husband's ass remorselessly, smacking his taut buns with every inward thrust. The vision was surreal, but Manon found it darkly erotic. To her surprise, her arousal swiftly climbed, and she started frigging her cunt as she watched Helena abuse her husband.

"Thank you, Mistress," Brian screamed as his cock erupted and spat cum onto the hardwood floor beneath him.

Helena pulled out of her husband's ass and pushed him flat on the ground. Brian's stretched ball sack was trapped between his thighs, and Helena pushed her shoe's toe against it, crushing Brian's balls. Helena twisted her foot back and forth as her husband groaned and panted. But when Manon thought she had to intervene, Helena growled, "Roll over and show her."

Helena lifted her foot, and Brian rolled over. Manon was amazed to see his minuscule cock was erect and throbbing again. She watched, astonished, as Helena knelt between Brian's legs and gripped his cock again. She jacked the tiny cocklet in her hand until Brian groaned, "Thank you, Mistress" again and came.

"Clean your disgusting mess up, worm," Helena growled as she removed her glove and threw it in the rubbish. Brian rolled over and got to his knees. Then, he lowered his head and used his tongue to clean up his spilled essence. "Good worm," Helena stated, patting her 'worm's' head.

Helena looked proudly at Manon and said, "My worm has a gifted tongue. Would you like to use him to get off?"

Manon considered the offer before deciding it intrigued her. Manon had never let a man touch her sexually before. But Brian was hardly a man. He certainly wasn't feminine but neither was he masculine. 'He's effectively a eunuch despite still having his balls,' Manon realised. Brian's smooth all-over appearance convinced her she should at least try it, so she rolled over and opened her legs.

Brian crawled between Manon's splayed thighs and pressed his nose against her clitoris. Then, he tilted his head, stretched his tongue out and lapped at Manon's vulva, where her arousal poured from. Next, Brian dared to hold the back of Manon's knees and push them up and apart. Manon's asshole lifted, and Brian speared his tongue into the young woman's ass. He followed that by letting Manon's ass lower so he could lick along her perineum, across her sweltering cunt, and onto her throbbing fuck switch.

"Gawd, Helena," Manon moaned. "You're right. This worm's tongue is definitely gifted."

"He does have some use," Helena giggled. She'd put another latex glove on and had knelt behind her husband and was jacking him off. As Manon watched, Helena worked her enormously thick cock back into Brian's ass.

Again, the darkly erotic spectacle of the dominant woman abusing her willing husband caused Manon's arousal to soar despite her thinking she shouldn't be turned on by watching it. As Manon's peak approached, her eyes closed unawarely, and a vision of being where Helena was and abusing Brian flashed through her mind. Overcome by the dark, forbidden fantasy, Manon groaned and came.

Brian didn't leave her there, though. Instead, he surrounded Manon's clit with his lips, sucked hard, and battered her clit with his tongue. The young woman almost immediately crested again, and her appreciative screams rang through the room.

Manon lifted onto her elbows and pushed Brian's head away. "Okay," she giggled. "Your sissy does indeed have his uses."

"May he have your bra and panties to keep?" Helena asked. "I'll purchase a replacement set for you."

"Sure," Manon agreed. "Why not?"

"He'll model them for you the next time you visit," Helena said. Then she looked down at her husband and growled. "I'm sick of doing the work. Wrap Manon's panties around your cock and get yourself off!"

Manon watched with hooded eyes, considering whether having a sissy of her own might be a good idea. Manon wanted children, but the thought of allowing a man to touch her sexually to create them made her skin crawl. However, she wondered if an effeminate sissy to look after her needs as Brian did for Helena would be something she could enjoy. Then, when she was ready for children, she could milk him as Helena had done with Brian and use his semen to impregnate herself.

Brian rammed himself back and forth on his Mistress' 'cock' until, with an effeminate squeal, he orgasmed into Manon's panties. Helena pushed him off her 'cock' onto the floor. She stood, unbuckled her strap-on, and dropped it on Brian's back. "Clean and sterilise that, then put it away. You may put on Manon's bra and panties, get your pallet and sleep at the foot of the bed. Do not let us hear you for the rest of the night."

Brian sucked his cum off Manon's panties before putting them and her bra on. Then, he left the room momentarily before returning with a single pallet bed base and mattress. Then, he disappeared with the strap-on, returning a little later to place Helena's 'cock' in the drawer. After doing that, he lay down on the pallet on his side and faced away from Helena's bed.

Manon was only peripherally aware of Brian. Helena's tongue was jammed deeply into her cunt, and that held way more of her attention than the actions of a sissy.

The two athletic, dominant women continued making love throughout the night until they finally slept as the birds signalled the dawn's arrival. Who was truly dominant was yet to be resolved, but both women knew they wanted to meet again to continue the battle.

The End.

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