[In the first chapter, Molly discovered that she glories in submitting to being the sex toy of a couple, who eventually expand her willingness to submitting to groups of both men and women. She loves to be used and give pleasure.]
It had been a week since Lori and Greg's party where Molly was the center of attraction, starting off bound and restrained, used as a three-hole slut and cum dump by men and women alike. Molly was at the airport, meeting her Aunt Alyson, who'd set up a visit to her in 'the States' some time ago. Alyson is Molly's mother's youngest sister, referred to by her family as their "accidental" sister - among other terms that mixed disparagement and affection - but mainly due to the fifteen year gap between her and her older brother. Molly and Alyson's relationship had always been closer than their age difference would suggest, perhaps because of that gap. They were more like girl-friends, always willing to confide their secrets and desires with one another.
Alyson had been married to her first husband for over 20 years when he succumbed to pancreatic cancer. That had been more than three years previously, and Molly's trip to England for the funeral was the last time they'd seen each other. In the intervening time Alyson had remarried and, if her emails and calls were any measure, she was happier than she'd ever been. She had evidently rebounded from the devastation of the sickness and loss, and was more excited to be alive than ever. This weekend she was coming to visit Molly before going on to meet her husband in New York for some social and charity work they did together.
What with security measures, the closest Molly could get was outside the international arrivals gate. She stood there, patiently, and could hear her Aunt even before she could see her. Alyson was her irrepressible self, chatting loudly and gaily with her fellow passengers from the flight as they left. She spotted Molly, dropped her bags and flew into her arms, shrieking with glee and delight!
For her part, Molly was equally happy, if somewhat more restrained and a little concerned about the spectacle they were making.
"Molly, are you worried about what people are thinking, by any chance?" Asked Alyson.
"I suppose I am." She answered.
"You are such a dear! A daft, nervous one, but a dear, none the less. Or maybe a deer, like caught in the headlights kind of dear. And, oh my, you are showing your headlights! What a coincidence! And how delightful!"
Molly looked down to see her erect nipples poking at her shirt. She blushed, but then threw back her head and puffed out her chest.
"If you got them, flaunt them!"
Both women let out a hearty whoop, gathered up Alyson's bags and made their way to Molly's car. Once the bags were loaded, they stood and looked at each other. Mollly suddenly saw how amazingly sexy Alyson was; she was tall, blonds and VERY well endowed. Alyson saw her look.
"Honey, they are 32FF - the best that money could buy! Don't you love them? The boys all do!"
"Wait? The boys? I thought you married Graham - are you cheating on him?"
"Well, if you call being passed around in front of him by a bunch of black men with amazing cocks cheating, I guess I am! But let's get in the car, get to your place, find something to loosen up with and talk dirty to one another! I want to hear what you've been up to - or should I say, who's been up you!"
The drive was relatively short. They brought in the bags, and Alyson asked if she could take a shower before they talked - just to remove the travel dirt. Molly set her up, then went back to her room to get out of street clothes. She stripped naked and simply put on a tshirt and sweatpants. Barefoot, she went into the kitchen to open the wine she'd set to chill, and poured for both of them,
Alyson came in a moment later, wearing a bathrobe loosely belted. By the way her boobs swung and swayed, It was obvious that she had little, if anything, on beneath it. She wasn't flaunting anything but she clearly wasn't being cautious.
They picked up their glasses, clinked them and took deep draughts.
"Good wine, Molly! More! I think I shall get somewhat toasted tonight - and you are going to join me while we talk about all the nasty stuff we've been up to! I want to hear about your weekend last weekend! And then I want to let you in on life as I am living it!"
Taking their newly refilled glassed and the open bottle, they adjourned to the coach in the living room. They sat at opposite corners, their legs tucked beneath them, and leaned back to relax.. Alyson's robe opened wide, flashing her niece briefly before pulling it closed. "Well, Molly?"
And Molly preceded to relate to her Aunt all that had gone down last weekend. When she mentioned that she had taken pictures to send, Alyson demanded to see them! Like a good submissive, Molly moved closer and brought them up on her phone. She proceeded to flip through them for her aunt.
"What a little strumpet you are! And what a delightful, juicy body! Did posing like that get you wet? The last time I had my pictures done, I was coming before the session was over. First from playing with myself, and then from Graham's erection and the fucking he gave me!"
Molly grinned. "Yes, I was so excited by what I was doing I came while taking the pictures. That's the main reason some of these are blurry - hard to hold a camera still when your body is out of control! Afterwards I couldn't seem to take my Magic Wand off my clit for hours!"
"You have one? I have to try it - Graham's been wanting to know what kind of present to give me. That just might be it!"
"Sounds like you guys have an interesting life."
"Ha! That's the polite way to say it. Graham's a wonder! First off, he's got the biggest schlong I've ever seen - on a white man, at least. Long and thick and he knows how to use it. As soon as he showed it to me the first time, it was all over! John and I used to have a marvelous sex life before he got sick, and I missed that so terribly! Well, Graham has taken it way beyond that. You know that John and I were swingers, don't you?"
"Really? I didn't know - but I suppose I should have guessed. Now that you tell me, it makes a few things clear. Like how your home smelled some times. And, of course, the videos I found when I used to house sit!"
"Of course you found them - I left them out for you! I just can't understand how you never said anything about them!"
"I watched them and masturbated incessantly. But that was when I thought masturbation was something to keep quiet about. I wasn't really ready to announce that, and so I kept quiet."
"You were somewhat shy, quiet and retiring as a young teener, now that I think of it."
