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Marcia - 2
by Principal Peter (address withheld)
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Marcia, a typical suburban housewife with a typically
unsatisfying marriage, meets a young teenage girl at a
mall, and falls under her spell. (Ff, ped, oral, affair)
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PART 2
Marcia attacked the young girl's hairless pussy like she
hadn't eaten in weeks. Her tongue slid in deep, savoring
the taste and smell of the teenager's musk. Pussy juice
dripped from her cheeks and chin. Moving up to latch her
lips around the girl's stiff clit, she slid two fingers
inside her dripping cunt, sliding them in and out in
rhythm with her tongue, which flicked up and down over
the hard nub. Her free hand roamed all over the girl's
body, pinching her nipples, rubbing her belly, squeezing
the small mounds of her tiny titties.
Tina, Marcia's petite fifteen year old lover of six
days, grabbed the married woman's head in both small
hands and held her face tightly to her own crotch as she
shuddered in orgasm for the fifth time that afternoon.
Marcia's training was progressing nicely, Tina thought,
especially considering her lover didn't know she was
being trained at all. The teenager totally dominated the
older woman, and Marcia had become her obedient slave
while thinking she was entering an equitable
relationship.
Marcia, on the other hand, was falling head over heels
for this amazingly sexy child. She felt like a teenage
girl dating her first boyfriend. She thought about the
girl all the time, texted her constantly and jumped into
bed with her whenever she could get her into the house.
She had started downloading lesbian porn from the
internet so she could learn new techniques to make their
sex better.
She took every opportunity to make Tina cum, to the
point that Tina rarely got the chance to return the
favor. But Marcia didn't mind. Love was about making the
other person happy, not about them making you happy (if
Marcia had been more clear-headed, she might have
remembered thinking the same thing before she got
married). She had also started buying and wearing
clothes that Tina helped her pick, and her hair had been
done in a new, sexy way. Tina had given her some make-up
tips, to give her a younger (slutty) look.
Marcia crawled up next to Tina and planted a wet kiss on
her full red lips. Her fingers stroked the young girl's
pussy as her tongue dipped into that sexy mouth. She
smiled invitingly and lay down next to her lover, legs
spread wide, waiting. Tina sat up and looked down at the
auburn haired beauty. Marcia's huge 40 DD boobs sagged
only a little on either side of her chest, her large
dark nipple crinkled and erect.
"Oh, Baby," Tina cooed with an expression of
disappointment on her face. "We have an appointment at
Madame Vicky's in half an hour remember? I'm sorry,
sweetheart, but we don't have time for me to take care
of you now. But I'll make it up to you later!"
Marcia's face fell at the disappointing words. She was
really horny, as usual these days, and wanted
desperately to cum. But she knew that Tina was right.
The girl had made the appointment with the woman who ran
an exclusive fashion shop several days ago. Tina told
Marcia that her products were highly sought after, and
appointments like these were hard to get on short
notice, but that Tina was one of her special customers.
Marcia tried not to think of how "special" this Madame
Vicky was to her new lover. Mustn't be jealous!
"We have time for a quick kiss, though," the teen angel
purred. She leaned down and sealed her lips around
Marcia's open mouth, shoving her whole tongue inside.
Marcia's pulse raced, and her breathing grew deeper as
their tongues wrestled around in each other's mouths.
She could feel and taste the drool from the teenager's
hot mouth filling hers, and swallowed the warm foam
eagerly.
As she kissed her, Tina ran her hand down over her big
tits and belly to her dripping pussy, which was now
shaved, at Tina's request. Marcia's hips rose to meet
the fingers on her clit, humping her hips in a desperate
attempt to get herself off. Just as she felt her orgasm
building to a climax, Tina broke the hot kiss and took
her hand away, sitting up to smile innocently at the
poor horny woman.
"Well, gotta go!" she chirped, hopping off the bed to
pick up her clothes from the floor. Marcia's hands went
to her crotch so she could finish herself off quickly
before they left.
Tina scampered over and grabbed Marcia's wrists in both
of her tiny hands, pulling the thirty seven year old
woman to her feet on shaky legs. Marcia whimpered her
frustration.
"Go on, you horny cunt, get dressed. You can play with
your nasty wet slit later!" The teenage slut smacked the
older woman on the ass, sending her to the pile of
clothes she had picked for her earlier. Marcia slipped
on the short skirt, which hung an inch below her crotch,
and a short halter-top that didn't quite cover her
breasts, exposing the sides and lots of cleavage in the
middle. Her nipples and areola would stay covered
though, as long as she didn't sway too much, and if she
didn't lift her arms, they would stay covered from
below. Standing still, the bottom thirds of her huge
white globes stuck out of the bottom of the cropped top.
Five-inch heels completed the outfit.
Tina had taken the liberty of discarding all of Marcia's
bras, panties and pantyhose, saying that young hot women
didn't wear them anymore. Marcia supposed the girl knew
what she was talking about, though she noticed Tina
always wore a thong. Maybe because she was still a
minor, she thought.
Marcia drove, of course, since Tina was underage. Tina
took liberties with her lover's body during the car
ride, lifting her top up to expose her tits and play
with her nipples, sliding her hand up and down the
woman's bare thigh and teasing her bald pussy. It drove
Marcia to distraction, but somehow she managed to keep
the car on the road.
They pulled into a parking lot in a seedy-looking part
of the inner city. Marcia had never been in this area,
which was run-down and dirty looking. The storefronts
were mostly empty or boarded up, with broken display
windows more common than not. Graffiti covered the
fronts of the buildings. There were groups of young
black men hanging around some of the doors, and several
homeless men sleeping in alleys and doorways.
Marcia was nervous, walking almost naked from her car to
the building Tina was guiding her to. Having spent her
whole life in affluent – mostly white – suburbs, Marcia
felt an unreasoning fear of black men, especially young
ones. She would have bridled at the idea that she was a
racist, but she had never really had any meaningful
interactions with African Americans, so she had no point
of reference.
"Woooo Hoooo! Check out THAT shit!" she heard. She
didn't dare look around to see who was yelling, lest she
encourage him.
"Look at that fine white ass!" came another voice."I
could fuck that all day"
"Come over here, Baby. Lemme see them big ole titties! I
could suck on those nips all day long!"
Despite (or maybe because of) the crudeness of the
comments, Marcia's horniness increased. Her nipples
ached, they were so swollen, and she could feel the
sticky wetness from her leaking cunt on her upper
thighs.
Tina led her past several parking lots with available
spaces closer to the store, so she assumed that she was
being led through this demeaning gauntlet on purpose. If
the purpose was to get her more excited, it was working!
They approached a solid wood door, set between what had
been windows but were now decorative wood panels painted
in dark purple, red and black patterns. The interior of
the store was not visible from the outside. A small
plaque was attached to the heavy door with "Madame
Vicky's" in gilded letters.
Tina pushed a small button next to the door and stood
back, waiting. Marcia assumed, correctly, that they were
being inspected by a hidden camera. As they stood there,
a young black man sauntered over leading a group of
about a dozen others. He looked to the frightened woman
to be in his late teens. He was well over six feet tall,
and loomed over both of the girls. Marcia looked
nervously at Tina, falling into her new role of
submissive girlfriend. The 5'-7" tall woman looked to
the young girl, a full foot shorter than herself, for
guidance. Tina turned to face the young men with a warm
smile, her beautiful face radiant.
"Hello," she addressed the tall young man. "Like what
you see?" She was standing half hidden behind her
taller, older lover with her hands on Marcia's
shoulders, presenting her for his observation. She
placed a delicate hand in the small of Marcia's back,
gently pushing so that the middle aged woman had to take
a step forward, making her tits bounce in their flimsy
confines.
"Oh man, do I." the muscular young man replied. His eyes
were glued to Marcia's huge tits and long legs. He was
practically drooling. The gang behind him offered its
own lewd critique of Marcia's body. She noticed that
they all looked young, between thirteen and fifteen.
Fear and lust warred in Marcia's mind as she heard the
door opener buzz behind her. Before Tina turned her to
enter, she reached around and yanked Marcia's halter top
up, exposing her 40DD tits to the avid gazes of the
young men. Shouts of approval and desire rose from the
crowd.
"We'll be done in about an hour!" she told them, then
the 2 women slipped through the door, which swung closed
and locked in the teenager's face.
Marcia found herself in a small drawing room, about 10
feet square. The carpet was a dark red color, and
purple, red and silver drapes covered the walls. It was
richly decorated with expensive-looking artwork, a
small, delicate cherry table and an intimate love seat.
A large crystal chandelier gave of a warm glow that
didn't quite chase the shadows from the corners, but
shed a romantic light. A large, intricately carved
wooden door was opposite the entry door. The room was
totally incongruous to the seedy surroundings of the
neighborhood, like they had entered another world
entirely. Tina sat on the love seat and patted the empty
space next to her in invitation. Marcia sat obediently,
reaching to pull her top down over her bulging breasts.
"Leave it up, Baby," her teenage lover murmured
seductively, "I like the way you look." She laid a
delicate hand on Marcia's bare thigh, slipping her
fingers under the hem of her micro-mini skirt to fondle
the older woman's wet cunt. Marcia sighed and leaned her
head back, distracted from the gentle command she had
just obeyed without thinking.
The inside door opened while Tina was fingering her
lover, but the girl didn't take her hand away, or stop
fondling at all. Marcia started to sit up when she heard
the door, but Tina put her free hand on her shoulder to
stop her.
Marcia looked up to see a tall – statuesque was what
came to mind – woman enter the room. The woman looked to
be in her mid-forties, but Marcia suspected that she had
been helped to look that way by some excellent plastic
surgery. Her eyes were dark and cat-like, cool and
appraising. Her legs were very long – longer than
Marcia's – and muscular and shapely. Her waist was
narrow and her hips were broad enough to balance her
breasts, which were huge; even bigger than Marcia's. The
difference was that these were clearly fake, while
Marcia's were real. They were fully on display, held in
a glossy black bustier that encased the striking woman's
midsection, and ended in half cups that lifted the
soccer ball-sized globes and left her large dark nipples
exposed. A large gold ring pierced each nipple. Sheer
black stockings caressed her legs, attached to the
bustier by black lace garters.
Adding to her imposing height were five inch black
stiletto heels. Clearly, this was Madame Vicky, owner of
the establishment. Marcia sat helpless under the
stroking of her teenage lover's fingers; embarrassed,
but unable to move from her position.
"So this is your latest conquest," the elegant woman
drawled. Her voice was rich and deep. The commanding and
sophisticated appearance of this imposing woman made
Marcia feel insignificant. Here she lay, sprawled on
this beautiful woman's settee, her breasts exposed,
being molested by a teenage girl. And she didn't have
the will to do anything about it.
"Stand, please." said Madame Vicky. It was clearly a
command in the form of a request. Intimidated, her will
sapped by the surroundings and her continued sexual
frustration, the thirty seven year old woman stood
before the imposing presence of the store owner.
"Nice tits," the severe looking woman said. "I assume
their real, by the way they sag." Her words were meant
to demean the other woman.
"Yes, Ma'am." Marcia muttered.
"I'm sorry. Did I imply that a reply was needed?"
"Ma'am?"
"I made a statement. I didn't ask a question." The woman
told her. Marcia felt like a little girl being scolded
by a disappointed adult. She hung her head and stared at
the floor, her face and chest flushed with
embarrassment. Tina stood just behind Madame Vicky, near
her right shoulder, offering no support to Marcia at
all. She had no idea why she was being treated this way,
or why she should care, but she had involuntarily
adopted a submissive stance, and it seemed that she was
stuck with it.
"Madame Vicky" had been born Victoria Lance. When she
began stripping at the age of sixteen, she chose the
stage name "Vicki Diamond." At the age of 21, she
married a rich, seventy year old French businessman, who
took her to Europe, where she was exposed to luxuries of
which she had only dreamed before. Upon his death at the
age of 82 (fucked to death, most assumed), she returned
to America with a large inheritance and a new name and
new breasts, where she invested in a store that catered
to strippers, for whom she still felt an affinity.
"Professional" girls (strippers and hookers) were given
a generous discount, which she made up by overcharging
women like the one before her now. She was now fifty-
five years old, but looked much younger. She was
rightfully proud of her appearance, and was insanely
jealous of any one whose measurements could rival hers,
especially if they did so without benefit of surgery.
Marcia sensed this animosity, but didn't know the
extent, or how much she would have to pay for her
natural DD's.
"So we need a new wardrobe do we?" the store owner spoke
over her shoulder to Tina, dismissing Marcia.
"Well, we need a few things to spice up her existing
one." Tina replied.
"Drab and frumpy, no doubt." Vicky said, with an elegant
smirk. Tina smiled back, knowingly. Marcia felt
embarrassed. And horny as hell. The more she was
belittled, the hotter she got.
"You want to make her look sexy, so you don't have to be
as embarrassed to be seen with her." This was a
statement, not a question; an assumption that Marcia was
not attractive enough to be seen with her new young
lover. It played on Marcia's basic insecurity perfectly.
Tina smiled, but didn't confirm the statement. She
didn't deny it, either.
"Let's see what we can do then." Vicky sighed, turning
on her heel to lead the way deeper into the store. To
Marcia, it was like walking into a dangerous alley at
night. The view of Madame Vicky's incredible ass,
exposed in a black thong, drew her forward.
Inside the store, the lights were brighter, and there
were shelves and racks filled with a cluttered
collection of clothing. Silk, satin, lace and other
sumptuous fabrics shimmered under the subtle but
sufficient overhead lighting. Several women, in various
stages of undress, wandered through aisles in the
cluttered room. All stopped to look at the middle-aged
woman, breasts exposed, wearing a skirt that barely
covered her bare pussy. Vicky led her to a triple mirror
in a corner.
"Strip." She commanded. Startled, Marcia looked to Tina,
who smiled condescendingly and nodded. Marcia slipped
her skirt down her legs and off, and lifted her halter
top up over her head. She stood naked and vulnerable in
front of the 2 other women, and was aware of the
appraising glances and open stares of the other
customers.
"Hmmm," Vicky murmured, shaking her head slightly in
disapproval. She stepped up behind Marcia and reached
around her to grab her breasts, lifting them up to look
at them in the mirror over the surprised woman's
shoulder. Marcia felt the taller woman's breasts push
against her bare shoulder blades, the nipples hard and
cool, the gold rings cold. Vicki supported her
customer's huge melons in her palms, while her fingers
pulled and twisted the nipples, which grew harder under
the stimulation. Marcia's breathing grew erratic as her
pussy gushed from the stimulation of her sensitive
breasts. Her eyes began to close as she concentrated on
the erotic sensation.
"Not bad," Vicki muttered. "They seem suitably
sensitive, and the right cup will hide the sag. Could be
bigger though." Marcia had never been made to feel that
her breasts were inadequate before, and she felt
ashamed.
Vicky remained right behind the horny woman, her hands
sliding over her ribs to settle on her hips. Her right
hand drifted forward, across Marcia's belly and down to
her mound. The other hand traveled across her ass
cheeks, slipping into the deep cleft between the 2
pillows of her butt.
"Not too much belly flab." Vicky continued to critique
Marcia's body in front of the whole store. "A little
cellulite on her ass and thighs, but that's to be
expected, I suppose." Marcia looked down at the floor as
the comments continued. She stiffened when she felt
Vicky's finger rub her clit, but settled back, leaning
slightly against the older woman. Madame Vicky
insinuated her other hand between Marcia's legs from
behind to dip her fingers into her sopping wet cunt,
lubricating them. She then slid her fingers back up to
Marcia's crinkled anus. Marcia's eyes flew open when she
felt Vicky's finger poke at her back door, but the
larger woman wrapped her free arm around Marcia's waist,
holding her still. The wife and mother of one soon
relaxed to the invasion, and stood docilely as the anal
exploration continued.
Vicky molested the poor woman in front of the other
customers for several minutes, then released her and
removed the three fingers she had been able to wedge
into her tightest hole. She locked gazes with Marcia in
the mirror, and put her fingers into her own mouth to
taste Marcia's asshole. She removed the clean digits and
turned Marcia to face her, pressing her lips to the
startled woman's mouth, forcing her tongue inside.
Marcia tasted the bitter tang of her own asshole on the
older woman's tongue.
Unknown to Marcia, cameras had recorded her entire
ordeal from behind the two-way mirrors. Tina would take
the recording to her brother-in-law to see if it could
be used in a movie, but she had her own uses for the
video evidence as well.
Apparently having tired of humiliating the poor woman,
Tina and Vicky proceeded to pick out several new outfits
for the teenager's new sex toy, each more revealing than
the last. Madame Vicky specialized in "stripper
clothes", thin, revealing outfits that were easily
removed. When several hundred dollars of purchases had
been tallied up, including many nice things for Tina,
the teenager paid with Marcia's own credit card. The
appointment had cost her heavily.
Marcia's own clothes had disappeared some time during
the visit, so Tina picked out a school girl stripper
outfit for her to wear home. There was an extremely
short pleated plaid skirt that flared out to reveal the
bottoms of her ass cheeks from behind and her pussy lips
from the front. It was held at the waist with a small
Velcro strip, for easy removal. The top was a short
sleeved white shirt without buttons that tied between
her breasts. It left her ribs and belly bare, almost to
the top of her clit hood. The top was very sheer, and
her dark nipples showed clearly through it. Argyle knee
socks and black 6 inch heels with ankle straps completed
the revealing outfit. Once again, no underwear was
supplied. Tina took the bags of clothing (they were not
very bulky, as none of the purchases were very large),
and the 2 women left the store together.
The front door opened and Marcia stepped out into the
street first, to be greeted by the group of young black
men who had accosted them before they had entered the
store an hour before. The teenaged leader grinned lewdly
at the nearly naked older woman.
"You're late, bitch." He greeted her.
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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in
real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real
life" can look forward to many unproductive years
getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their
local prison system.
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