M & M, THE SERIES
SECUCTION, RAPE AND REVENGE
PART l
BY: SLUDGE
Email: jiwjiw11@yahoo.com
DISCLAIMER:
The following story contains elements of an adult nature, and those less than 21 years of age, or those who are offended by graphic fighting, bondage, non-consensual sex, rape and wonderfully extreme promiscuity, should read no further.
Everyone else, please proceed and enjoy the plights of our heroine’s as they look incredibly voluptuous, gorgeous and scantily clad while striving to make society safe from evil doers and too often get lewdly ravished and totally debauched in the pursuit of their worthy goals.
SPECIAL APPRECIATION TO MR. TRAVEN:
Mr. Traven the creator of two of my favorite characters in super heroine stories, agreed to let me write this story which stars as principal character (s) Paige Powers and her super heroine alter ego Savage Fury. Mr. Traven also reviewed this story and corrected it when necessary to keep my portrayal of the two characters as faithful to his concept as possible. You can find Mr. Traven’s stories in Mr. X’s web site and I urge you to read them.
AN IDOL REDISCOVERED:
Paige came out of the shower and began toweling herself off. She had sent her husband away on his trip, tired and happy. She had been in an especially horny mood all weekend and had given her husband some very violent rides that had left his balls looking like oysters, from being emptied over and over into her super luxurious, pleasure providing body. Her nipples were still very tender from Walt’s constant use and abuse, as was her well strummed and well licked clit and both were sensitive to the touch of her towel.
Her husband wasn’t a very large man, in any way, other than his disproportionately sized tally whacker. In fact she was taller than he was and outweighed him, as well. He was also someone who would be called handsome. But he was an energetic lover whom she had guided into becoming skilled in pleasing her, while she pleased him in return. The secret of his success with her was that he loved her very much and because he was so demonstratively proud to have such a prize as his wife. She, in turn, loved him, perhaps even more than he loved her, and was always quite pleased to buck under him as often as he wanted her too, and let him pleasure himself with the erotic rides on her over abundant, perfectly formed body.
In addition, Walt was her oasis of sanity, a refuge to be with after coming home from the rigors of being the super heroine, Savage Fury. As her alter ego, Savage Fury, she experienced wild, violent physical conflicts and oft times unbelievable bouts of sex with multiple assailants who, by guile, power and trickery, too often overwhelmed her and made her pay the full price of losing to some of the worst criminals out of captivity.
Right now Paige was not thinking about the perils of being a super heroine, as she smiled, rubbing the terry cloth towel over her very erect nipples and between her long, full thighed legs, as she felt the inner slickness of her well used and lubricated, still oozing lower orifices. She was also smiling because she was going to have lunch today with her fellow super heroine persona, Mona, a woman she had known only casually and had secretly admired for years, a fact that Mona had never been made aware of.
Paige had met Mona for the first time more than ten years earlier. Paige was working as a receptionist and private secretary for one of the best, hot shot lawyers in the city. Mona had come to his office one day to meet her employer and go over a lawsuit she wanted him to handle for her. At the time, Paige was fairly new in the workforce and was still very inexperienced and she had been quite youthfully impressed with the dazzlingly dressed, stunningly beautiful, very sophisticated, ultra confident woman of the world.
Her boss had been quite the womanizer and when she had interviewed for the job he had made it clear to her that she was too inexperienced for the position but that if she would service him sexually when he wanted her too, he would hire her. Paige had already had some experience in two previous jobs, as to what men expected from a beautiful, outrageously stacked, unskilled female worker and, in order to obtain and retain those jobs, she had gone along with their demands, matter of factly, and had put out when required too. She couldn’t stand either of her first two ugly and obnoxious bosses and had left each of those jobs as soon as she could find another one.
As a result of those two job experiences, when she had applied for the lawyer’s reception job, she was not surprised or offended by his employment conditions and quickly took the job, just thankful that he was neither obnoxious nor ugly. Paige had never developed any feelings for her good looking, perpetually horny boss guy but just gave him what he wanted, usually on her knees, and felt that it was a fair exchange for her getting some real job experience and for being well paid, too. Quite impressed with her demonstrated skills, her boss had given her a big raise after just one week on the job.
She had later found that this was not an unusual occurrence, as her subsequent bosses usually did the same thing. In fact a couple of her kinkier bosses had gone so far as to also give her a clothing allowance. These two had helped her pick out her office attire, which she found got continuously shorter and tighter as time went by. She had been forced to leave both of these jobs when her bosses had started insisting that she also service his friends.
Because she had approached these work sexual tasks on a “just a part of the job basis” she had almost never been turned on by her bosses use of her. Paige, under the direct hands on and in supervision of her early, very demanding bosses (usually one hand on and the other hand in), she had honed her formidable workplace sexual skills to a near professional level over the intervening years. Without exception, all of her those bosses had insisted that she let them and help them use all three of her commodious ports of entry, sometimes all in the same day.
The only exception to this lack of turn on was a few times when her bosses had plied her with champagne. In those few cases she had been more than responsive and had really gotten fully turned on. Her later bosses had tried to tempt her with the offers of putting her up in penthouses, with unlimited charge cards, but she never succumbed to such come-ons and eventually, when her other work skills had matured, had dropped out of that rat race forever.
She had been servicing her good looking boss for about six months the day Mona showed up at the office for the first time. That first day, knowing very well how her boss operated, after the stunningly built woman had gone into her bosses office, Paige had kept her ear tuned in and soon heard the distinctive sounds of sexual activities coming through the thin walls, a sound Paige had heard many times before when her boss had met with attractive women clients. Her curiosity peaked, she went over and looked through the old time key hole that was in her employers door and saw Mona sitting astride her boss, facing him while he was sitting in his swivel chair, his pants and shorts down around his ankles, watching the fable bodied blonde hump his cock with both sexual abandon and practiced skill.
When Mona came out afterwards, Paige had marveled at how calm, cool and collected she was and how still perfectly sophisticated she looked after the fucking she’d just gotten and given. Immediately after Mona had left, her boss had called her on the intercom, told her to lock the front door and come into his office. She did as she was told and found him still in the same position that he had been in when she had spied on them through the keyhole.
He had ordered her to give him a blowjob. She had obediently knelt between his spread thighs, opened her mouth and had gone down of the very wet, just used penis, filling her mouth with the semi-erect cockmeat and getting the full flavor of Mona’s cuntal juices. She still, to this day, had a vivid memory of the exotic flavor of the beautiful blonde’s pussy. She had sucked the soft penis back to full stiffness and after much, unusually inspired head bobbing, had swallowed her bosses cum load down her throat. It was her first experience at getting the female version of sloppy seconds
Over the next couple of days she had found out that Mona had persuaded her boss to take her legal case on a contingency basis (one third of any winnings for him and two thirds for her), by agreeing to have sex with him each time she came to his office. During the next few months Paige had seen quite a bit of Mona. Paige had wanted to get to know the spectacular blonde on a personal basis but Mona had always been in a hurry and Paige had been too young and shy to initiate anything herself, with such a sophisticatedly intimidating, worldly woman. Her boss had eventually won Mona’s case and had gotten two hundred thousand dollars for his efforts, to go along with a significant amount of hot blonde, world class, erotic sex.
After the legal case was over, Paige had seen Mona just one other time. A few years later, at a charity event, they had both been hostesses at the large affair and had been assigned to work in the same booth, together. The event had been conducted by one of the big time, nationally known TV evangelists and had been put on for the benefit of the local children’s hospital. When Mona had shown up at the booth, Paige had been shocked to see this icon from her past and was very pleased when, much to her surprise, Mona had remembered her very well and had given her a big hug and a full kiss on the lips.
During that evening, they had gotten a chance to talk to each other while the traffic was slow and had laughed about Paige’s old boss and his sexual demands and his apparently permanent hard-ons. Paige had found Mona to be just as charming as she was sophisticated. But their time alone together was cut short by the gaggle of people who pressed in around their booth. Both stunning, incredibly well stacked women had quickly become the centers of attention by the high society guests and propositions flowed like wine accompanied by a seemingly endless number of hands to deal with and ward off, as best they could.
During one rest break they had sat down in a corner together and had giggled about how horny and forward the guests were. Before the night was over the evangelist, himself, had visited the booth and had turned out to be just as handy with their asses as the other guests had been. Eventually, as the traffic slowed down, Mona had left with the evangelist, and did not to return.
Then, a month ago, Paige, in her super heroine persona of Savage Fury, had been out looking for some gang members who were terrorizing one of the project neighborhoods. She came upon The Blonde Avenger being assailed by a half a dozen thugs and getting very much the worst of the exchange. Savage Fury had joined the fray and the two of them had left the gang stacked up like cord wood, thoroughly trashed, and completely unconcious. Since The Blonde Avenger had suffered several serious abbrasions during the fight Savage Fury had taken her to a safe spot so they could clean the wounds. The place was very small and in the close, not well lit quarters they had both had to remove their masks in order to properly see what they were doing. To their mutual shock, they rediscovered each other as Paige and Mona.
Mona, whose husband was out of town that night, had taken Paige to her magnificent home where they cleaned-up and changed into their civilian clothes. As they had dressed that night, Paige had noticed that Mona hadn’t changed a bit and was still the beautiful, sophisticated woman she had met so many years ago and who had stayed in her mind ever since. Looking at her that night, Paige’s mouth had watered and she could have sworn that she could still taste the unforgettable, exotic flavor of the blonde beauty’s cuntal juice. Paige in her excitement had been very tempted to lean over and kiss the full ruby lips she was looking at, but had restrained herself. She had also refrained from asking Mona about what had happened with that damned evangelist that night, but she was pretty sure what the answer would be. Mona was a pure fox and Paige felt a certain amount of awe in that regard.
When Paige had gone home that night, she had thought very much about the beautiful blonde woman who had come back into her life. To her surprise she found that she was still just as envious of Mona’s sophisticated manner and her ability to remain perfectly cool in all circumstances, ever calculating and unflappable, as she had been when she had first met her. Paige, now being happily married, was also guiltily attracted, vicariously, to Mona’s open, swinging, sexual style and she’d found herself physically attracted to the smooth, promiscuous beauty. In spite of her wary reservations and guilt, she found that she still secretly hoped that she could get to know Mona better and that some of Mona’s worldly attributes could be rubbed off on her.
During the following four weeks Paige had completely reaffirmed to herself the fact that she still felt exactly the same about Mona and very much wanted to spend some time with her. In fact, just last week, she had been contemplating how to approach Mona, when the phone had rung and she had heard Mona’s sexy, melodious voice ask her if she would like to have lunch with her. Startled and thrilled, Paige had accepted without hesitation and then afterwards realized that she didn’t have anything to wear to the ritzy restaurant Mona had suggested. Guiltily, she had gone out and spent a part of her precious savings on a very expensive and spectacular dress that optimized her outrageously constructed body as well as being perfectly appropriate for the opulent surroundings she was going to be in today, with Mona.
PREPARING FOR A GRAND LUNCHEON:
Paige moved over in front of her full length mirror, as she made the last few pats with the towel, stepping into some four inch bedroom wedges as she did, then looked at the outrageous, naked curves reflecting back at her. For Amazon women, age, if anything, improved their looks and the luxuriousness of their full bodies, adding a further erotic ripeness to their superbly lush, immaculately toned structures. She had to admit to herself that she looked even better now that she had when she was twenty.
Paige was a big woman, more woman than any man could handle or wear down physically, other than her husband. She was six feet tall in her bare feet and, when in full super heroine regalia, towered to nearly six and a half feet. Her tightly honed and toned body, with its 40-25-39 proportions, that required an almost endless number of X’s to define her breast size, was mind boggling.
When men saw her, they gapped in astonishment and couldn’t tear their eyes away from her, not knowing which part of her dazzling array of curves to look at first. They also immediately began to think lewd thoughts, as they ran through their minds what awfully wonderful dirty sex things they’d like to do to her. This was equally true for the man on the street, for those in the penthouses as well as for the nastiest of common criminals. She had early on learned that all men’s minds worked the same way and that her spectacular ness usually brought out the sexually worst in men of all backgrounds.
She had learned from long experience that one of the first thoughts she seemed to inspire in men was gang banging. She was so big and gorgeous that men were usually too intimidated to approach her on their own. Conversely, in groups, for reasons apparently only known to men, they were emboldened to approach her to see if they could talk her into taking on all of them. They seemed to feel that the outrageously stacked body they were ogling would want and need all of them to satisfy her sexually. It was a phenomenon she had never understood, nor had she been able to avoid it. Unfortunately, so far, she had learned to her dismay, that with everyone other than Walt, relations with men seemed to consist only of pure, unadulterated, usually dirty sex acts.
Of course, the seemingly endless rapes she had experienced as Savage Fury, had given her a wide variety of sex acts to hone her knowledge from, so she also knew from forced practice that, aside from Walt, the men who had seen her over the years were partially correct in their evaluation; as Savage Fury it took a minimum of three of them to really give her a good going over, sexually.
She looked approvingly into the truthful mirror, at the miraculous arrangement of female body parts she had accumulated, ran her hands over them feeling almost embarrassed to have been blest with such a marvelous array of physical attributes, then stepped into a pair of bright yellow, silky bikini panties that perfectly matched the new dress she had purchased. She used her hands to mold the panties snugly to every part of the lower body, before she turned her back to the mirror and looked at the incredible ass perched above the backs of her full thighs, an attribute that always drove men to distraction.
She then slid the structural miracle of a yellow bra onto her voluminous rack. The sales girl at the boutique had never seen a bra like this one before and had handled it like it was pure gold. Paige had noticed in the reflection of the mirror she had been standing in front of in the store, that the frazzled girl hadn’t been able to close her mouth while she watched Paige wrestle it onto her gravity defying mammaries, and kept licking her lips nervously as she stared. The back of the bra had more hooks than the sales clerk had ever seen before and the flustered girl had finally stepped up and tried to help her get the bra into place and then hooked. It was obvious to Paige that the girls effort to help was more a move to allow her, whose eyes became as big as saucers as she stood next to the twin mountains of flesh, to get close to Paige and make sure that the two jutting peaks bumped against her flushed face a few times, seemingly by accident. Paige was actually surprised, from the way the shaken girl had looked and acted, that she hadn’t attached her drooling mouth onto the tip of one of her huge jugs, with their startlingly erect nipples. Paige found it all quite amusing and actually a little stimulating.
Paige picked up a pair of nylons and slid them onto each gorgeously formed leg. The tops of the hose were of stretchy lace, three inches wide, and terminated just an inch below her crotch. She kept her full red bush shaved, leaving only a small patch of flaming red pubic hair, sitting right above her clit, for Walt to run his nose through. Even though it was not needed, she put on a wisp of a color matching garter belt and hooked its light straps to the tops of the nylons. She stepped into the five inch matching pumps she had purchased and looked at the erotic spectacle reflecting back at her from the crystal clear mirror. It all looked so absolutely sinfully delicious that she blushed.
She was pleased that, after years of being ogled, she had reached an age and maturity where she was finally feeling somewhat more comfortable giving her admirers a real show to enjoy. “Hell, they were all looking anyway,” her friends had been telling her for years, “so why not respond to their admiring eyes by wearing some tight, skimpy clothing and reward their interest with something that would really blow their minds.” There was no question that today she was following her friend’s long time advice and she actually felt very good about doing so.
She had always been reticent about her looks and that was one reason why she had so admired the way Mona flaunted her body and sexuality, even though her Midwestern roots, so far, had made her resist the temptation to mimic her. She had always had a wary concern about the flamboyant Mona, but she also knew she was very attracted to and intrigued by the stunning, blonde vixen. She had to admit that she very much wanted to taste Mona’s mouth but had always wondered if such a step would sink her into a molten pool of irresistible attraction that she would not be able to extract herself from.
She pulled the sumptuous dress off of its hanger and held it up. It was a two piece outfit. She laid the skirt aside and put the top on. It had a deep cut bodice that hugged her massive appendages closely, exposing a maximum amount of breast flesh, which was going to wiggle and jiggle when she walked. The top came out to the edge of her shoulders and had full length sleeves that clung to her arms. The bright yellow color of her dress made her breasts seem even bigger than ever.
The skirt was of a soft stretch material and when she stepped into the bright yellow cloth, it molded itself to her magnificent lower body curves, like a glove, cupping her fabulous ass cheeks, flowing smoothly over her stomach and thighs and very much accented the V of her womanhood. The hem came just below the lace tops of her nylons. Based on her experience when trying the dress on at the boutique, sitting down in it put on a fantastic display of thighs, nylons, lace tops, tight bright yellow material, panties and whatever else she had to expose. She pulled a straight backed chair over in front of the mirror and sat a few times, crossing her legs and getting a full view of what everyone who was looking was going to get to see. “Whew,” she thought to herself, “I certainly won’t be leaving anything to the imagination today.”
She put the chair back, picked up a hairbrush and stroked it through her shoulder length, flaming red hair until it perfectly surrounded her stunningly beautiful face. In her costumed Savage Fury persona, the thick, luxurious red hair was pulled back in a pony tail that came out the back of the opening in her cowling. In spite of the fact that, innumerable times, assailants had used the too handy pony tail to her disadvantage by grabbing it at inopportune times and dragging her down and around by the flowing mane. In spite of these shortcomings, her vanity would not let her shorten or change her hair style and eliminate the disadvantage to her when she was fighting her opponents. She stubbornly would rather suffer the consequences than change her beautiful hair and as she looked at what it did for her looks today, she knew that she had made the proper choice.
Paige put her makeup in her new purse and, for once, would be leaving home without taking her Savage Fury costume. She went out and got in her dreadful old station wagon and started off for the upscale part of town. She got there early so she could find an inconspicuous place to park her vehicle and still have time to walk to the restaurant. She had so looked forward to this treat of rubbing shoulders with the classy patrons of Alfredo’s five star establishment, that she did not want to ruin it by driving up to its front door in this abomination of a vehicle. She circled the area until she found a place to park about four blocks away from her ultimate destination.
She got out and started walking towards the restaurant. Although she did not hear any hoots and hollers from the people on the street she was very conscious of people eying her up and down and did notice the car traffic slowing to a crawl as drivers tried to drive more slowly, to keep her astounding body in view. Her inherited natural strut was even accented today, in her excitement about getting to enjoy a moment in the glow of high society. Normally, as Paige, she was very subdued about drawing attention to herself, but today she was feeling confident, expansive and vibrant. She felt a little like she did when she was a teenager going out on an exciting date and she was finding that she really liked having this sense of pure pleasure.
A SEDUCTION IN PROGRESS:
She arrived at Alfredo’s, went in and saw Mona sitting on the other side of the large waiting area. Paige saw her beautiful hostess for this luncheon get up and came towards her and watched the stunning woman undulate towards her, dressed in a fabulous, formfitting, exquisite light green dress that couldn’t have shown off her curves any better. Paige noticed and was again impressed by the confident stride and mannerisms of the super heroine, in her civilian mode. She also noticed a certain gleam in the elegant woman’s eyes as she approached and was then almost shocked when the blonde beauty reached up and placed her hand around the back of her neck and gave her a full kiss on the mouth, inserting her warm, wet tongue fully inside of it. Paige was doubly shocked when she found herself returning the kiss with an unrestrained degree of fervor.
The restaurant hostess came over and waived them to follow her. Mona motioned for Paige to go ahead of her and as they walked she watched Paige’s large, perfectly proportioned body swaying before her, its magnificent hips twisting back and forth, with the spectacular ass cheeks stretching the soft clinging material of the yellow dress, excitingly. It was all Mona could do to keep from reaching out and touching the magnificent ass that was tantalizing her and everyone else in the room.
When Mona had met Paige over ten years ago she had been quite taken by the tall, beautiful redhead’s awe inspiring body. The tits had always been the first thing you noticed but you soon found that the rest of her body was just as spectacular as the humongous breasts. They hadn’t been around each other much, but enough for Mona to get the itch to know her intimately. Time pressures and fate had kept that genuine interest from being pursued and consummated
Then, a month ago, Mona had found Paige, as Savage Fury’s alter ego. She had immediately discovered that the itch was still there and apparently was even intensified. The woman was just as big and beautiful, intriguing and mouthwatering as ever. She had so much of everything Mona hardly knew where she would start if she could lure the gorgeous redhead into letting her seduce her.
They were led to a half moon shaped booth and she watched Paige sit down and almost drooled as she saw everything Paige had under the marvelous skirt she was in or perhaps mostly out of, for the moment. She motioned for Paige to move over until she was at the back of the half moon leather seat, giving everyone who had a frontal view of the booth a spectacular view up her skirt. Mona slid in beside her and scooted over until their shoulders and hips were almost touching.
Their waiter brought over an already ordered and very chilled magnum of champagne and poured two fluted glasses, nearly full. Mona ordered some appetizers and the waiter left reluctantly, his eyes half blinded from looking at the four spectacular breasts that were out on display below him. The two of them grasped their cool glasses and toasted each other as Paige felt a warm, smooth hand come down on the top of her nyloned left thigh. Paige quickly looked out at her appreciative audience, wondering if they could see the hand on her leg. Because of the way they were seated, she felt that Mona’s leg hid the now stroking appendage and relaxed.
A flash of guilt went through her and it took a moment to get control of herself as she quickly took another sip of the calming, sparkling vino. The guilt quickly diminished as the champagne took some effect and she found herself wanting to kiss Mona again, but she was still to naturally reticent to do it.
The two women talked about themselves and some of their adventures as super heroines. Now, in these beautiful surroundings, with champagne to drink and morsels of food to partake of, they could laugh at such abusive adventures and enjoy each others company and luscious looks.
Paige was now half way through her third glass of bubbly and Mona’s hand was now stroking the lace at the top of her nylons and fondling one of the straps on the garter belt. Paige, not used to drinking champagne or being kissed by a beautiful blonde, or having her thigh rubbed by one, to her astonishment was ready to jump on top of her hostess and fill her hands with the elegant woman’s flesh. She found herself staring at Mona’s rippling, exposed breast flesh and wanted to attack it. She looked up into Mona’s eyes and could see that the ravishing woman was obviously feeling the same about her guest’s breathtaking rack.
They soon became so absorbed with each other that they didn’t see someone stop in front of their table. Mona heard that someone clear their throat and quickly looked up and saw her daughter. “Oh darling, hello, please sit down and join us, at least for a few minutes,” Mona said breathlessly. “Paige, I would like you to meet my daughter Margie.” Paige extended her hand and shook the hand of the stunning young woman and uttered a warm hello. “I apologize, I forgot to tell you that Margie was going to stop by and pickup an envelop from me that she needs to deliver to someone this afternoon,” Mona explained. “Oh that is quite alright, I am very glad to meet your daughter, she is a living doll.” Both women nodded their heads in thanks for the genuine compliment from the fabulous looking redhead. Mona said, with pride, “You’ll be interested to know that Margie became a practicing super heroine, just recently.”
A JOINT SEDUCTION IN PROGRESS:
Mona looked at her gorgeous daughter and said, “Well darling, please stay a few minutes and have a glass of champagne with us, I want you to get to know your fellow super heroine’s alter ego better.” Margie slid her ravishingly curved body to die for, in beside Paige, while Mona had the waiter bring another glass and fill it. The three of them toasted each other as the waiter staggered away, further stunned by the six breasts now on tantalizing display. They took a swallow then Mona said to Margie, “isn’t she absolutely spectacular, darling.” “God, is she ever,” Margie agreed with enthusiasm, as she stared at all of the goodies that were tightly wrapped up in the gorgeous yellow dress.
Margie could tell by the demeanor of the two stunningly beautiful women that she had interrupted a seduction in progress. Her mother was not into women very much, but Margie could see why she was making an exception in this case; this big beauty was incredibly voluptuous. In fact, she couldn’t take her own eyes off of the full sized curves Paige was so naturally displaying. Margie’s mouth began to water as she thought about what it would be like to have a sexual session with this wondrously stacked redhead. She decided to stay and see how this played out and she knew that her mother would happily share this large morsel of fabulously shaped femininity with her, if her seduction was successful.
As Paige took another sip from her glass she saw Margie slide over closer to her and felt a hand settle onto her right thigh and a gentle stroking begin that soon moved up high on her lush leg. Paige eyed the gorgeous daughter with interest. She was enough like her mother to look like her sister. She had the same sumptuous body, which in this case was stuffed into a pastel orange jump suit that looked very expensive. The voluptuous young woman was wearing color matching, calf high, very high heeled boots. The cat suit had one long zipper that went right down to Margie’s prominent pubic mound. The mound and the crotch below it were trapped inside the extremely tight, heavy material of the jumpsuit, the pressure of the packed V flesh making interestingly erotic ripples in the stressed material of the jumpsuit and fascinated Paige’s wine brightened eyes. “Umm,” she thought, “this scrumptious young woman certainly looks good enough to eat.”
As she felt the two hands stroke her thighs, she saw Margie, moving as if in slow motion, tilting her face towards her and then kissing her on the mouth. Their mouths were together for only a few seconds, but long enough for Paige to feel Margie’s long tongue insinuate itself between her lips. Paige instinctively sucked it lightly before it withdrew and she felt a flash of guilt stab through her, in reaction to the feel of desire surge through her now tingling body. “My god,” she thought, “these two stunningly beautiful, stacked, wickedly experienced super heroines are seducing me and I am turned on by it and don’t want them to stop.”
Although, as Savage Fury, she had
performed virtually every kind of sex act imaginable, as her alter ego Paige
Powers she was a happily married, very conservative, some would say square,
Then the two women, in unison, crossed their legs, and formed a barrier that effectively blocked the view of the patrons whose tables were in viewing position of their exposed booth. The two beauty’s hands then quickly went up the insides of her two extremely plush thighs, above the lace tops of her nylons and met at her V. Paige, in a reflex action, parted her thighs for them and felt the two sets of fingers begin sliding up and down her crotch stroking her pussy lips and her full sized clit, which was now standing at full attention and responding eagerly to the touches.
Paige’s nerve endings were tingling with excitement and her guilty feelings were lost to be fully replaced by an overwhelming desire to taste these two structurally perfect bodies that were squeezed in so closely beside her. The exploration of her womanhood continued and it was all she could do to keep from grabbing the two of them and kissing them. She moaned softly as one of them insinuated a finger under her panties and she soon felt it slide up into her vagina. Mona leaned over and stuck her tongue into her ear, then whispered, “lets go to the restroom.”
Much to the satisfaction of the small audience of lunch goers who were strategically located around the steamy booth, they got to watch the three astounding women dismount from the curved, leather covered, couch seat, giving them all a full display of the spectacular female bodies and the treasure trove of goodies, just moments ago hidden under two of their skirts. Watching the one in orange dismount, though not exposing flesh, was a teeth clenching experience.
Mona led them back to the expensively appointed women’s restroom, which they found temporarily vacant. The stalls were fully enclosed, floor to ceiling, with a full length door that locked from the inside. She took Paige by the hand and led her into the very large, handicapped stall, which easily had plenty of room the three of them. Margie followed them in, closing and latching the door behind her.
By the time Margie turned towards them, her mother had already reached up and put her hand behind Paige’s neck and pulled her face down and had locked lips with her. Paige hungrily mingled tongues with the stunning mother of the pair and felt Mona’s hands beginning to handle her enormous breasts. She also soon felt the delicious, orange clad daughter move behind her and soon felt Margie’s hands begin moving over her ass. Margie tested the large, perfect ass cheeks as though she was searching for the perfect ripe melon in a grocery store. She soon knelt and slid the skirt of Paige’s dress up exposing her fully curved ass, panties, nylons and garter belt and stared with wonder at the sight of the full sized, fabulously curved lower body that stood poised in front of her. Paige heard Margie say, “my god mother, you just won’t believe this ass, it is amazing,” then Paige felt the daughter’s mouth and tongue begin to be applied to her ass cheeks with passionate enthusiasm and soon also felt Margie’s hand start stoking her full fleshed crotch and clit. The tongue in her mouth, the hands on her breasts, the lips on her ass and the hand stroking between her thighs had driven every thought out of Paige’s mind except carnal consummation.
As Savage Fury she had been forced into several lesbian situations, but as Paige, she had never made it with a woman and now here she was making it with two women at the same time, and two very delightful ones, to be sure. She was so fully intoxicated with the champagne and with the two exotic females that she was moaning softly in response to their joint ministrations. Without thinking she spread her feet further apart to make her crotch more available to Margie’s probing hand.
Mona, her tongue working aggressively, knew that the big redhead was fully hooked. She pulled her mouth away from the wide, full lipped mouth she had been enjoying and turned her attention to the two breasts she had been handling. She quickly reached in and got the two astonishingly large, perfectly formed tits out of their encasement and stared at them in virtual disbelief. She had never seen a pair quite like these and quickly lowered her head and captured one of the huge nipples that was standing at attention in front of the mass of mammary flesh. She sucked, chewed and bit the amazing tip of the jutting breast flesh, as she used both hands to squeeze the many X’d sized melons. She looked up at the face of the absolutely stunning redhead. Paige’s eyes were closed and the look on her face was one of total sensuousness and willing surrender and she could hear pleasurable moans emit from the partially open mouth.
Mona sat down on the toilet seat and pulled Paige’ head down with her. Now bent over at the waist, Paige’s lower orifices were more fully available to Mona’s very busy, experienced daughter and Paige’s moans grew somewhat louder as Margie pulled down her panties and her talented tongue found the anus centered between the superb ass cheeks and, after many long licks of that sensitive opening, Paige felt the long tongue being inserted fully into her anal channel then wiggled aggressively inside of her. Much to Paige’s amazement, she climaxed. It was not the same type of climax she enjoyed with her husband, this was more like the nasty climaxes that Savage Fury was sometimes driven too by the criminal element. Her legs trembled and she had to fight to keep from sinking to her knees. Her two seducers enjoyed their success as they felt the climax tremble through the large, superb body and then went right on with their pleasurable work, with the full expectation of producing more climaxes from this marvelous woman whose body they had trapped between them.
Mona then spread her own legs, leaned back and pulled Paige’s face down into her panty covered crotch and watched the full sized Amazon sink her teeth into the labia barely hidden behind the wet crotch material of her pale green panties. Mona watched the magnificent redhead eat her panties and the crotch flesh which the silken crotch material covered and alternatively nuzzle her slit and clit with her nose. Soon Mona said, “Margie, let’s let her kneel down.” Margie helped her sink to her knees while Mona took that moment to remove her own panties then gently pulled the now kneeling woman’s face into the naked flesh of her crotch. Paige attacked the perfume and cuntal juice fragrant vagina like a hungry lioness, causing Mona to groan and half close her eyes as she watched the redheaded beauty service her. It took almost five minutes of mind bending pleasure for Mona to finally give up prolonging the enjoyment of the splendid tongue and mouth, as some of Savage Fury’s prodigious oral skills seemed to transfer themselves temporarily into the persona of Paige. Mona’s climax bucked Paige’s face off of her slit and Mona had to put her hand on the head of the incredibly voluptuous form kneeling before her, in order to keep the face in place and pleasuring her honey pot.
Finally Mona said to Margie, “let’s stand her up. They helped the pleasurably tipsy, fable bodied woman to her feet. Mona turned her around until she was facing Margie, then both of them closed in against her towering, plush form and began the slow trip back down her body. Margie and Paige kissed fervently while Mona kissed, bit and licked her seductee’s ears, neck and shoulders. Margie slid her mouth down and enjoyed fully the unbelievable rack of breasts that stood out as though they were suspended by unseen puppet strings and didn’t leave the prodigious melons until they were dripping with her saliva.
Both mother and daughter simultaneously dropped to their knees and began feasting on the superbly formed lower body of the finely toned, oversized beauty. Paige stood, with feet set wide apart, as the busy pair of skilled sexual practitioners licked, chewed, tongued, bit, sucked and ate the now over stimulated redhead’s private parts, much to her satisfaction she had to admit, wondering where her normal feelings of married woman guilt had gone. All three of her orifices were electric, as were her two very wet and erect nipples, and her knees were shaky again as the mother and daughter drove her to unbelievable heights of eroticism. Paige looked down and watched Margie at work, as she, like her mother, was inserting fingers into the orifice that was in front of her while she applied her tongue to everything she could reach and, very often, both fingers and tongue were in each of her orifices at the same time. Periodically she felt the tongues be removed momentarily from inside of her while the two industrious, eroticized beauties paused from their labors and French kissed each other, earthily, between Paige’s wide spread thighs.
Paige then heard Mona say, “lets lay her down on her back.” The two, also sexually intoxicated women, pulled Paige down to her knees and rolled her over onto her back. While Margie pulled Paige’s panties off and spread her legs so that the full red tinged crotch was perfectly positioned for use, Mona fished a Pocket Rocket vibrator out of her purse and handed it to her daughter. Mona then went over and knelt, facing Paige’s feet, straddling her head and lowered herself until she was sitting on the beautiful, upturned face and then began gently humping the nose and extended tongue of the highly stimulated, king sized beauty.
As Mona squirmed and pleasured herself with Paige’s face, she watched Margie kneel between the wondrous, widespread thighs and apply the pocket rocket to Paige’s very large and erect clit and tease it to distraction while she inserted her tongue between the full fleshy lips of the squeezing cuntal slit and into its depths, the probing tongue well competing with the vibrator in pleasuring the redheads vagina, while she simultaneously inserted two finger up into the close by anus.
In response to Margie’s expert ministrations, the big, hot body began to writhe in pleasure, the magnificent hips humping everything that was attending to her lower orifices. Mona had directed her hands to the mountainous breasts that jutted up before her and handled them softly, feeling and moving their luxuriousness and tweaking the proudly erect nipples, then alternatively would manhandle the huge sensitive melons and pinch their nipples hard and, in response, felt the mouth and tongue beneath her work with even more lewd enthusiasm to please her ravenous vagina.
As the sensational mother and daughter duo made love to her, Paige was more turned on than she had ever been in her life as she was awash with heightened sensuality and uncontrollable desire. She never wanted this to end, but it eventually it did, in an explosive climax that shook her more deeply that the first one they had given her. As Mona watched the magnificent body shudder violently with pleasure, the redheaded beauty’s mouth took Mona over the top and she joined Paige with her own dynamic quivers and eventually slumped forward onto the prone, luscious flesh she and Margie were so enjoying.
Although her two participants had achieved satisfaction, Margie, who had been expertly giving pleasure to the superb body of the six foot female, was left still wanting. Under Mona’s direction the two climax’ees helped her to her feet and Mona grasped the zipper of orange jumpsuit and slowly pulled it down, following the gradual opening of her daughters spectacular body with her tongue until the pubic mound was reached. Paige joined Mona in completely opening the marvelous cat suit and peeling it off almost like one would a banana. When fully opened, the matching bra came off and its contents placed in two excited mouths. Soon the boots were pulled off, the suit stepped out of, as were the matching orange panties. The boots were put back on the young beauty’s feet and then the feet were placed comfortably apart. The two women players knelt and tongues were applied, front and back and, after much licking, tongues were inserted and Margie went off like a roman candle and the two kneeling beauties had to grasp her by the hips to keep the shaken hottie from falling.
So quickly had she climaxed that Mona told Paige that they should continue there sensuous activities until they brought Margie to a climax again. They put her on her back and Paige took Mona’s former position while Mona assumed Margie’s former place of responsibility. Paige did not spare Margie’s face anything and it was inundated by the very large crotch which was now being rubbed back and forth, in a humping motion, that quickly soaked the beautiful, auburn hair surrounded face, while the ravishing redhead handled Margie’s double D breasts, in the same manner as Mona had treated hers.
After many minutes of intensive, non-stop attention to Margie’s squirming, overheated body, the two women produced a prolonged eruption from the panting daughter. After taking some moments to catch their breaths, the three women pushed away from each other and sat against the walls, on the floor and regained their composure. They finally felt recovered enough to get to their feet, retrieve their panties and put them back on then helped each other straighten their clothing, exchanging hot kisses between each other as they did. The three of them had a particularly good time trying to stuff Margie back into her skin tight jumpsuit. When they had finally succeeded, Paige and Mona both stepped back and looked at the outrageous picture Margie presented in the molded orange jumpsuit and decided that it really should be declared illegal.
They then went out of the stall and looked into the sink area mirrors and fixed their hair and makeup, then casually walked back to their booth. They hadn’t known how long they had been gone but the tables in their area were filled with new patrons, who got the pleasure of watching the three women seat themselves with a marvelous display of womanly attributes and flesh that almost sucked the air out of the room.
They ordered some dessert and another fresh glass of champagne and finished their luncheon with much delighted conversation. No one who was watching them would have ever guessed that these three finely dressed honey’s had just been rolling around together on the restroom floor, driving each other crazy with desire.
The desserts consumed Mona paid the bill and they went outside. They gave each other full hugs and kisses and each departed in different directions. As Paige started striding back to her car she felt a small pang of guilt but it was quickly replaced with the thoughts of the absolutely delicious seduction she had just experienced. As she thought about everything, she quickly concluded one thing for sure – Mona and or Margie would be calling her again for another luncheon and she knew she would go. Her nipples and vagina still tingled with pleasure from the attention they had just received and she wondered how long it would be before the call would come and wished for it to be soon.