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Authors name: Alexis Elizabeth (Address Withheld)
Story title : Letter, The Parts 1 and 2
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The Letter (FF, ws, voy, beast)
by Alexis Elizabeth (Address withheld by request)
Parts 1 and 2, with more to follow?
***
THE LETTER takes the form of a letter sent to the
author by her friend Debra. Debra has a 17-year-old
daughter who had arranged for her mother to meet her
at the home of her friend, Francine. Francine's
mother, Heather invites Debra to call. When she does
she acts the part of a voyeur seeing Heather playing
sexually with her dog in the garden. This leads to a
lesbian relationship between Debra and Heather.
Part 1
This narrative is a letter from a close friend who
asked me to publish it for her. I cannot authenticate
the story but I have never known her to deliberately
give me false information. I shall call her Debra for
the purpose of identification. She is 39 yrs old and
has a daughter of 17, Lena who is studying at a
college near to the family home.
A few days ago, Lena went away with another girl on
her course, Francine Renshawe, to study their subject
within the industry. She asked me to pick her up on
the Friday evening about 4.00pm from this Francine's
home. I had the address and had telephoned Mrs.
Renshawe to ask her directions which were freely
given. I explained to Mrs. Renshawe that I would wait
in my car by her drive, as I knew that on Fridays the
menfolk usually finished in the office quite early.
My husband was usually home by 4.30 on Friday, but
this particular weekend he had to attend some
symposium or suchlike.
Mrs. Renshawe would not hear of it and told me just
to continue on up their drive. Apparently there was
no Mr. Renshawe, well not in residence anyway!
I arrived earlier than I expected, parked the car in
the drive and rang the doorbell. There was no answer
so after trying again I wondered, as it was such a
glorious day and me being early, if Mrs. Renshawe was
perhaps in the garden. I walked around the side of
the house and found myself looking at quite a large
garden. I heard a woman's voice, "No you are a
naughty boy and mummy is cross, mummy has a guest
coming and you must behave." I walked across the
grass, there being no discernable path, towards the
area from which I thought the voice came thinking
that perhaps Francine had a much younger brother.
There was a woman about my own age sitting on a
lounger with her back to me, I was about to speak
when I saw that it was not a child to whom she was
speaking but a dog. I was surprised that the dog had
neither heard nor sensed my approach but I realised
that there was a slight breeze blowing towards me,
the reason I had heard the voice so clearly and part
of the reason the dog had not sensed me. I literally
stopped in my tracks. It was a male dog and his
maleness was very evident. A very large red cock was
protruding from his furry sheath and what held me
back was the fact that a female hand was gently
massaging it. I was not sure if I was appalled but I
was mesmerized. I know that I should have turned away
or made my presence known. "You be a good boy," she
said, "and mummy will give you a present but you are
to stay out here until you can behave."
What I had seen of the woman, her back view, had led
me to believe that she was dressed but in fact she
was only wearing a blouse. As she stood I could see
that she was naked from the waist down. Still facing
away from me I watched her spread her legs and bend
at the knees. Immediately the dog put his head
between her legs and it was obvious that he was
licking her cunt. I felt myself immediately moisten;
I knew my panties were already damp. I knew that I
was fortunate to be standing on grass so I retraced
my steps to the front of the house. I sat in the car
for a few minutes to compose myself and then noticing
that it was almost 4.00pm got out and rang the bell.
The door opened and there she was dressed in a light
wrap around skirt and the same blouse she had been
wearing in the garden. One glance told me that she
was braless.
Taller than me she was an elegant woman; a light
makeup highlighted her natural features.
"Hello, You must be Lena's mother, please come in. I
believe you are Debra, and you must call me Heather.
Come in and sit down. I am afraid the girls are going
to be a little later than planned. The Managing
Director has taken them out for the afternoon as
apparently both girls have done very well, it was a
surprise and Francine suggested to Lena that she let
you arrive here at 4.00 as apparently your husband is
away for the weekend and I am alone in any case."
I was rather surprised at the assumption made by this
woman's daughter and indeed Lena that I might need
company but there was no point in driving home just
to return in a couple of hours.
I realised that Heather was asking me a question.
She smiled and repeated, "Can I get you a drink, Gin
and Tonic, Vodka, anything and by the way Lena said
if you did have a couple of drinks not to worry she
would drive home as the outing was not a drinking
session with this MD"
I had to smile and asked for a gin and tonic with
plenty of ice. Heather opened a drinks cabinet for
the gin and I was quite surprised to see that the
matching cupboard below was in fact a refrigerator
for the ice and the tonics. As she bent over I found
myself wondering if she had put on panties as well as
the skirt. My unasked question was answered
immediately.
Heather closed the door of the fridge with her hip at
the same time turning towards me to ask if she had
given sufficient ice. Her skirt was caught in the
door and was no longer wrapped around. I found myself
staring at an obviously aroused cunt devoid of hair.
The lips were engorged and even across the room I
could see them glisten.
Heather pulled her skirt free and glanced at me
giving me a half smile. She was aware that I had seen
her condition. After adding tonic at my direction she
sashied across the room allowing the now disarranged
skirt to open as far as mid thigh with each step. As
she paused to hand me the glass she stood much closer
than was strictly necessary and I detected the faint
but unmistakable smell of an aroused woman. Without
conscious effort my nipples reacted to the smell and
hardened and even though I was wearing a bra. My
nipples which, as you dear Alexis already know, are
rather large, they became very obvious indeed I
hadn't had sex for some time, Edward always being
busy and I found myself reacting, not only to this
sensuous woman, but also to what I had seen earlier.
I was by now quite wet and knew that I too was very
aroused.
Heather asked if she could freshen my drink, I nodded
'yes' and as she moved to fetch my glass her skirt,
which she must have deliberately loosened still
further, opened as far as her crotch and I was seeing
her cunt as she walked.
When she returned my glass I asked if I could use her
loo'. Instead of directing me she told me that she
would show me. She indicated a door just off the
hall, a downstairs cloakroom. As she stood in the
hall I deliberately left the door open as I lifted my
skirt, lowered my panties, and sitting with my legs
wide open, I had a pee.
"Oh wow Debra, I think I need to take a pee too." she
said, and loosened the skirt allowing it to fall to
the floor and then unfastened her blouse and allowed
that to fall too. She was naked except for her shoes.
I didn't speak, but continued to sit with my legs
open wide; I too unfastened my blouse and my bra. I
then unfastened my skirt. Standing to let it slip to
the floor, I slipped my panties off too and pushed
the four items into the hall. I had not felt so horny
and reckless for years. I felt myself prepared to do
anything this sexual woman wanted to do. I noticed
that the floor was tiled; in fact the cloakroom
sported a shower. Heather came and stood right in
front of me. I put out my hand and cupped her cunt
pushing two fingers into her very wet channel
"Debra, I really need to pee, if you don't stop I may
find myself peeing onto your hand."
"Then pee" I said and immediately felt first a
trickle of warm liquid then a gush as she emptied her
bladder. She leaned forward and kissed me her tongue
probing my mouth as I fingered her spread cunt; I
felt her fingers seek out my swollen clit.
"God Debra, you are so horny, what has done this to
you? The sight of my cunt when my skirt caught in the
door?" she asked.
"Partly", I nodded, "but principally it was the sight
of you wanking your dog and then have him lick your
cunt."
"Oh you saw, why didn't you join us? I would not have
minded and I think Bruno would have loved it. Do you
fancy having him lick your cunt?"
"Oh yes I think so" I retorted, "I have never tried
it but the sight was exciting. I think I would love
to wank him off too.
"Hmm" Heather hugged me," that might be arranged, but
why do we two not enjoy each other first, I should
love to make you 'cum' and believe me darling I could
do with a good 'cum' too. I want to lick that
delicious cunt of yours myself before I let Bruno,
after all you may be so excited you will want that
dog of mine to put that big cock of his up your cunt
and fuck you."
"Oooh" I said aghast," You mean he fucks you, oh gawd
heather I think I would have 'cum' on your lawn if I
had seen him fucking you."
"All things 'cum' to she who waits" she said, "or
something like that, Bruno is quite capable of
fucking us both."
Then I remembered that Lena and Francine would be due
home in a hour or so.
"Heather, What about the girls?" I asked, "They will
be back soon."
"Oh, he will be ready to fuck them too by that time."
she replied, and then she laughed as if at her own
joke.
I wondered though if she was joking!!! I wondered how
I would react if I saw my own daughter getting
fucked. Sad to say the thought excited me but it was
the fucking not the idea of the dog...I thought!
Part 2...
Heather took me by the hand leading me out of the
cloakroom where we each had enjoyed a golden shower.
I was expecting her to take me back to her lounge but
she stopped at another door. She crossed the hall and
removed a key from the back of a desk drawer, then
returning she unlocked the door to a room and ushered
me in. We had to descend four or five steps, there
being just enough light from the hall for us to see
by and then she flicked a switch at the bottom of the
stairs. Hidden lighting illuminated the room and what
a room. There were photographs and drawings on the
wall and even at a distance I could see several if
not all were erotic. The floor covered in a deep red
pile carpet and two low long couches were in black.
In the centre of the room was what looked like a long
narrow table but it was padded and it stood on a
square of thick polythene. I noted that the table was
much higher at one end and pillowed at the other. My
eyes strayed to a strange contraption to find in a
house. It looked like a mediaeval pillory but it was
padded and oddly enough the yoke was supported from
the ceiling. Silk like cords were hanging from the
wrist holes in the ends of the yoke and immediately
below was a wooden board also with silken ties but it
was obvious to me that should anyone be fastened to
the foot ties there legs would be very much astride.
I asked Heather why she had this 'pillory' although I
fancied that I knew the answer. She told me not to
bother about it, as really it was an aid to friends
of hers. The table like contraption was the object
she wanted to show me and perhaps demonstrate she
said.
She seated me on one of the black couches and then
poured me, without asking, another gin and tonic from
a similar cabinet to the one in her lounge. The lower
half again providing the ice.
"Well, Debra, I don't have a skirt on this time to
catch on the door and show my all." She said laughing
and indeed she didn't but still the naughty madam
crouched with her knees apart giving me a clear look
at her still engorged labia and clitoris.
Handing me the large drink she pointed at the table.
"This darling is where my naughty boy Bruno satisfies
me."
"You kneel on that table?" I asked a little
mystified.
"Oh no, doing it 'doggie fashion' is ok but I can
assure my way the clitoris is exercised as well. I
lie on my back with my head well supported and as you
see at the opposite end to the padded pillow the
table is somewhat higher. This allows me to present
my mound at quite a suitable height for, first of all
Bruno to excite me with his tongue and then to mount
me. It places my cunt at the correct angle to take
Bruno's dick and later my dear if you like I shall
show you."
I noticed what looked like very small mitten to one
side of the table and when I asked what they were
Heather told me that Bruno's forepaws had to be
covered otherwise she, heather would get scratched as
the dog fucked her.
"There is no slowing down you know, once he is in he
just fucks and fucks and fucks at speed until he cums
and when he cums he comes gallons which is why I have
the sheet on the floor."
"Oh yes Heather, the very thought is making me horny,
I should love to watch." I said.
I eyed the 'pillory' again and Heather walked over to
me. "Hmm that contraption has your attention too, I
can see. Well, Debra, as I told you I wanted to
sample you for myself before we had Bruno in, so come
on. I will demonstrate and please, don't worry you
will not be hurt I promise. I am not into pain."
With that she took my hand and led me over to the
pillory. She lowered the yoke a little and invited me
to put my head in, which I did. Then she fastened my
wrists with the silk cord to the ends of the yoke and
then instructed me to place my feet in the restraints
on the floor.
It was only after she had fastened me into the
pillory that I realised that the yoke and the base
were offset to the extent that my head and arms were
forced back, not too much to be painful, but enough
to lift my breasts and at the same time throw my
mound forward. My ankles being fastened with my legs
astride opened me very wide indeed.
Heather then picked up what I took to be a whip. "Oh
God no NO Heather you can't you promised not to hurt
me, please Heather PLEASE"
Taking no notice of my pleas she flicked at my
nipples which under the lash hardened and lengthened.
I suddenly realised that I was being lashed with the
gentle strokes of a silken whip. She changed
direction of the strokes and was attacking my
clitoris. My pleas for release from the pillory
changed to pleas for her to make me 'cum' the feeling
was indescribable. I wanted desperately to 'cum' and
was then pleading for her to tongue me to orgasm.
Instead she walked behind the couch on which I had
been sitting and opened a small door I had not seen.
Then she came back to me and deliberately placed two
or three fingers in my cunt. She then held it to my
nose and I inhaled the musky smell of my own loins.
It was at that moment that I noticed that Bruno had
entered the room. Heather held out her hand to him.
The hand that had been between my legs. I saw him
sniff it and lick it. He looked around the room as if
searching for something and then he bounded over to
me.
Before I realised what was happening his tongue shot
out between my legs and the hot rough wetness almost
made me cum, I groaned with pleasure...
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of
the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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