Pillow Princess Club

Pillow Princess Club Ch. 17

Summary:

Cock 2/Pussy 27: MILF fucks next door brother and sister.

Note:

This is dedicated to Stephen, who requested the series.

Note 2:

Thanks to

Small_Island

for editing this chapter of this wicked series and Shuj for proof-reading.

Note 3:

This is Chapter Seventeen of an ongoing series.

In Chapter One, Meredith, a housewife in her mid-forties, is spending a lot of time at home alone with her eight-month-old baby daughter while her husband is constantly away and neglecting her sexual needs. She sees from her bedroom window her 18-year-old female neighbour getting sexually pleasured by another woman, then another, and then even more. This brings her growing curiosity to explore her same sex desires burning to the surface. She discovers a secret Pillow Princess Club, where older women sign up and are then regularly summoned by younger women to pleasure them sexually. She signs up out of lust and curiosity, and is instantly summoned by her beautiful next door neighbour Bianca, whereupon she services her, which begins her journey into submissive lesbianism.

In Chapter Two, Meredith is spied in her short walk of shame home and directed across the street to Miranda Bellencourt's house to service her stocking-clad feet, eat her pussy, and get her own pussy fucked for the first time in a year and a half.

In Chapter Three, Meredith goes to her former high school bully's house, where she is greeted by a naked Miranda, who is being punished for using her before the other, apparently more important, younger Pillow Princesses... her punishment includes being spanked, and being required to fuck herself in the ass with a cucumber. Meredith services her third pussy, her high school bully's daughter, when said bully walks in and ends up fucking her pussy... although sadly not long enough to get her off... before she heads out for her scheduled pussy number four.

In Chapter Four, Meredith drives to a stranger's house... a cute Swedish young lady... where she discovers the joys of face sitting.

In Chapter Five, a phone call from her mother gives her more time to explore her newfound submissive love for pussy, when her mom offers to take her daughter home for the weekend. Meredith drives to the next address and learns it's a yoga establishment. After a brief hesitation, she goes into the business and hides under a desk, where she services a young girl while she continues working and interacting with people.

In Chapter Six, Meredith continues her pussy pleasing tour when she is ordered to go to a house where she services two young women and discovers the orgasmic bliss of being fisted.

In Chapter Seven, Meredith goes to meet a girl to eat her first ass, and she discovers her best friend is already there. Together, they worship the teen's pussy and ass. She also learns her best friend has had sex with Meredith's eighteen-year-old daughter. With all her tasks completed, she drives to a Hooters to go pee, and...

In Chapter Eight, Meredith gets two wild adventures. An under the table foot job from a Hooters waitress who gifts her a pair of her soiled Hooters pantyhose and a promise to give her a night of unlimited coed pussy at her sorority and her first tribbing encounter with a very cute Japanese girl. Up next: Big Rosie.

In Chapter Nine, Meredith goes to a black woman's house where she pleases not one, but two black women and discovers the joy of chocolate cunt.

In Chapter Ten, Meredith goes to meet a girl and her friend and discovers that one is a transwoman with a six-inch cock and discovers the joys of pot lube which leads to a wild threesome... some pussy and getting fucked to five orgasms.

In the pivotal Chapter Eleven, Meredith returns to Hooters to get a fresh pair of cum-coated pantyhose, where she ends up in a bathroom eating Carla's pussy through the pantyhose and coming on Carla's pantyhose-covered knee. Things get serious when they both share their feelings with each other and Meredith agrees to go on a date with the coed tomorrow night. Meredith then goes to a slumber party where she dines on five teenage pussies and has a few more orgasms herself in a wild Mommy play scene.

In Chapter Twelve, Meredith visits a coed who has been using her daughter for some time. She worships the girl's stocking-clad sweaty feet, learns more about her daughter, pleases pussy number nineteen, and reaches her own orgasm when she humps herself on the coed's leg.

In Chapter Thirteen, Meredith is shocked to find her mother-in-law in her home with the babysitter between her legs. This leads to more revelations for the first day Pillow Princess Pet and two more pussies: her mother-in-law and the babysitter... and another fucking from a big strap-on cock on the hips of said mother-in-law.

In Chapter Fourteen, Meredith gets some more pot lube, pays for the delivery by eating a sweet young pussy and then gets the surprise of her life when while pleasuring herself on the washing machine she is caught by her daughter and ends up crossing the line and having a wild sexual encounter with the eighteen-year-old Catherine.

In Chapter Fifteen, Meredith discovers the joys of sodomy... enhanced by pot lube in both her pussy and ass by a young British girl. The afternoon gets wilder when Catherine shows up and she watches her equally slutty daughter also take it in the ass before concluding with the horny MILF taking nine inches of big strap-on cock in her no longer virgin asshole (or arse hole in the words of the British twenty-year-old Olivia). In a wild ending to this visit, she also dines on the girl's grandmother's pussy.

In Chapter Sixteen, Meredith discovers the joys of toys... anal beads, a sybian and a double penetration toy all bring her exhilarating pleasure.

And now, continuing straight on from Chapter 16....

Chapter 17

I arrived home to find my daughter sitting naked with legs spread on the living room sofa, Miranda Bellencourt, the bitch from across the street, kneeling between them, licking away. Catherine welcomed me home with, "You look like you just got gangbanged."

"First, how do you know how someone looks after being gangbanged?" I asked with a playful smile.

"I plead the fifth," she smiled back with a soft moan.

"Second, I wasn't gangbanged, but I did get my holes filled pretty good by a variety of toys," I said, thinking it was nice I could share this with someone... especially my daughter.

"That sounds hot," she said, as her hand went to Miranda's head.

"So, you are just going to bring other women home to eat your pussy when you have a willing, eager, submissive Mommy right here?" I asked... letting Miranda know I had committed incest... wanting to shock her.

"I wasn't sure when you would be home and watching you take it in the ass was fucking hot," my daughter wickedly said.

"Well, I have since taken anal beads and some double hole toy up my ass," I said, not at all ashamed of my new slut persona in front of my daughter.

"I plan to pound your ass later before I go back to school," she said.

"You better," I said, with a yawn wondering how much longer she would be staying, but deciding to ask later.

"You finally have a break?" my daughter asked.

"Yeah," I said, rather hesitantly.

"Yeah, what?" she asked, catching onto my tone.

"Well, I have a date tonight with a woman, although your father thinks I'm going to a ladies' night with friends, and I told him he was watching Hannah instead of trying to saddle you with babysitting again. But I just bumped into Bianca and apparently I'm supposed to meet her brother Lorenzo in his garage at six," I explained.

"You lucky bitch," Miranda said, her head coming up from between my daughter's legs.

"Yeah, Mom, I hear he has a huge cock," Catherine said, as she snapped her fingers and Miranda resumed licking... damn, watching the old bitch be subservient to my daughter was quite the turn-on.

"I'm just a little concerned that this is crossing the line into cheating," I said. "I mean I know eating twenty-plus pussies, including my daughter and my husband's mother, is already pretty extreme cheating, but I rationalized that they were all pussies, minus the one trans cock, and as such it wasn't really cheating."

"If Dad hasn't been sexually satisfying you then you should go," Catherine said, giving her mother permission to cheat.

"You think?" I asked.

"Yes, plus if Mistress Bianca ordered you to, you really have no choice," she pointed out. "You are bottom bitch and must obey every Pillow Princess and other pussy pets."

"Even being with other men?" I asked.

"Rarely," my daughter moaned, as she lifted her ass up to press her pretty pussy against Miranda's face. "But it does happen."

"Okay," I said, yawning again.

"Go take a nap," she sweetly offered, "I'll watch Hannah if she wakes."

"Thanks," I smiled. "Nice seeing you again, Mrs. Bellencourt."

"You too, bottom slut," she responded, without missing a lick.

"I'll wake you up at 5 so you can get ready for Italian cock," my daughter called out as I headed to my bedroom, somehow making my cheeks burn red.

I woke up to a soft tapping, and then Catherine was poking her head around the door. "Rise and shine, Mommy slut," she smiled at me. I knew I was changed when my automatic reaction was to smile back and feel my pussy come to life. She left to go back to Hannah, and I got out of bed. In the bathroom I caught sight of myself in the mirror and saw an obvious slut or whore or incestuous pervert and wasn't sure how I could look at my husband after all I had done... and was about to do. But a few minutes under the hot water not only washed the stink of illicit sex off of me, but also the guilt... it was replaced by the calm acknowledgement that this was who I was now. There was no going back. I loved pussy. I loved serving Pillow Princesses. I loved being used as a slut. No way I could go back to my hum-drum existence after the past day. No fucking way.

I was enjoying my lengthy shower, mentally reliving my adventures, and so was startled when my husband said, "I'm home," from right outside the shower cabin.

"Hey," I said, as I continued to allow the water to wash over me.

"Catherine says you have to leave pretty soon," he said.

"Yeah, ladies' night is starting a little earlier than I told you on the phone," I responded.

"That's okay," he said, "I'm happy you're getting out."

"You are?" I asked as I shut the water off. Jack had surprised me again with this sudden attention and consideration.

As I opened the shower screen and he handed me a towel, he said, "Yes, I had time to think and you are right. You need time to go out. Time to be with your friends. And I need to do more around here."

"That is so good to hear," I said, as I dried myself off.

"Yeah, I have been a bit of an asshole," he admitted.

"Yes, you have," I agreed, but with just the slightest of a smile.

"I took you for granted," he continued, letting his guilt out, which made my guilt increase.

"Yes, you did," I nodded, wrapping the towel around me before getting out of the shower.

"I'm sorry," he said.

"Thank you," I replied, stepping out of the shower, using his hand for balance.

Once I was standing on the floor in front of him, Jack kissed me.

I kissed him back and felt... disappointed. While I used to love the sweet intimacy of a kiss from my husband, what I felt now didn't come close to the sensual, soft lips of the many women I had kissed... especially Carla. Carla, who I was going on a date with tonight. I really thought about that for a moment: I was leaving my husband at home to take care of our baby so I could go on a date with a woman.

That frank assessment should have generated intense guilt in me, but his uninspiring kiss had instead squelched that guilt as it seemed to confirm my need for a woman's touch.

"I need to get ready," I said, as Hannah, somehow working for me, began to cry, so I didn't have to be unnecessarily cruel in stopping my husband's advances.

"I'll go check on Hannah," he said.

"Thank you," I said, as he left. In the bedroom I quickly slid on a pair of Hooters' pantyhose, without panties, the way Carla wore them. Then I slipped on a fun sundress that could be flipped up to provide easy viewing of my charms. Suddenly, something grabbed control of me, and I impetuously ripped open a hole at the crotch of the pantyhose. Fuck easy viewing, I wanted to provide easy access.

Then I remembered that the first person who would be enjoying that easy access wasn't going to be Carla, but a man, Lorenzo. I'd justified stepping out on my husband because I needed the touch of a woman, but now my pussy was burning with the upcoming promise of a big, young, virile dick. Well, Hubby couldn't give me that anymore than he could offer me a wet pussy to eat, so I guess I was still justified. God, I was getting wicked.

I also packed a bag for date night that was different from the outfit for my quickie and pre-lubed both my holes with the pot lube so I could really enjoy the orgasms and would be ready if the boy-next-door chose to pound my ass.

Jack came in as I was putting perfume on.

"You look great," he said.

"Thank you," I said, looking at him through the mirror.

"I mean, really beautiful," he continued.

"So I can still clean up nice?" I asked, turning around.

"I didn't mean that," he said.

"I know, I'm just teasing," I said. "It's been a long time since I got dressed up." Then I remembered my cover story. "I mean, I know it's a bit much for a bunch of other ladies, but I just felt like making the most of the opportunity."

"I'll make up for that," he promised as I went to the closet to pick some fuck me pumps.

"That would be nice," I said, although truth was, I was way more excited for my date with Carla than any five-star restaurant my husband would take me to.

I came back, sat on the edge of the bed and put my heels on.

It was obvious that Jack was turned on, that he was staring at me with real desire, and just over twenty-four hours ago this reaction would have thrilled me, and I would have spread my legs and let him fuck me. Now, it did nothing. I knew, in my heart, I would have to have a serious conversation with him about the new me. This, however, wasn't the time.

I had to be in Lorenzo's garage in fifteen minutes.

I gave him a kiss in the cheek, then gave Hannah, who was in his arms, a kiss on the top of her sweet, downy head, and headed out, thankful he didn't ask about the bag.

"Have fun, Mom," my daughter said, sitting in the living room with Barbara and watching television... even as I imagined those two in a 69... or perhaps my daughter dominating her best friend.

"Yeah, have fun," Barbara added, her tone implying she knew exactly what I was about to do.

"You two don't do anything I wouldn't do," I replied playfully even as I lifted up my dress and showcased my ready-made hole for easy access to my pussy.

"Not sure that leaves much that would be forbidden," Catherine wickedly said, just as her father entered the room and I dropped my dress back down just in time.

I grabbed my purse and keys to the car, as I had to look like I was driving and not simply sauntering next door for some twenty-one-year-old cock. I headed out, drove a block, parked around the corner, and walked back to the Riccis' house... being cautious not to be in window view of my house.

The garage door was up and I saw Lorenzo inside leaning against a car and texting on his phone... he looked like a GQ underwear model, though I actually hoped he wasn't wearing any. I walked in and pressed the button to close the door behind me.

"Bene, you made it," he said, in his sexy Italian accent as he looked up and took me all in.

"I wasn't sure I should," I said, as I stood there a bundle of nerves. While I first had my doubts upon seeing my husband cradling our baby, now I was probably more worried about being able to finish playing with this magnificent beast quick enough to get to my real date on time.

"Oh, but deep down you knew you would be coming over, didn't you?" He said, with a suave confidence far beyond his years as he put his phone on the car hood and walked to me.

"Yes," I whispered, feeling giddy like I was a teenager again... my pussy tingling with anticipation.

"Yes, what?" He asked, as he stood before me... a good foot taller than me and that was in my four-inch heels.

"Yes, I knew I had to come over," I admitted, as he moved a hand slowly down my arm, making my entire body shiver. I was captivated by his blue eyes... they were so intoxicating.

" Sei così bella," he said, as he moved his lips to my ear and tugged on it... his hot breath making me tremble yet again.

While I'd told myself I didn't have any guilt about what I was doing, I found myself a little uncomfortable with this tenderness, it made this more than just a sexual act. My unconscious defense was to respond bluntly. "And you are utterly hot as fuck."

He laughed, "Not sure I have ever had someone say it quite like that."

"And this," I said, moving my hand to his crotch, "is just so fucking big and hard."

"Right at it," he said.

"Yeah, you okay with that?" I asked, not waiting for a response as I gave his hard dick a firm squeeze and lowered myself before him...knowing this had to be a fuck and go, a dump and run.

"Actually, it's refreshing," he said, as he looked down at me as I moved to undo his button.

"I've wanted this dick since I saw you in your backyard," I said, pulling his fly open and then his jeans down to his knees in one movement that was pretty impressively smooth until his hard cock flopped out and almost poked me in the eye.

"I knew you were watching," he said, as I wrapped my hand around his long, thick cock, already imagining what it would feel like inside me.

"Did you imagine using me as one of your neighborhood fuck toys?" I asked, as I leaned forward and licked down the entire shaft.

"It had crossed my mind," he said.

I moved my mouth to his hairless balls, which I have to say I appreciated, and sucked one big juicy ball in my mouth.

"So, you want to be one of my cum dump sluts?" He wickedly asked.

Being called a 'slut' was one thing, but being called a 'cum dump' was a whole other level of humiliation. Old me, like just over twenty-four hours ago, would have been disgusted by such a derogatory description. Yet, as I found his other ball, and my submissive nature again took over even after my rather aggressive start, I found myself saying, "I want to be your next door cum dump."

"Bello," he said, as I sucked on his ball and slathered his nut sac with wetness. He then said, "There is nothing hotter than married women who will do anything for my cazzo."

"You better fuck me as hard with this cazzo as the other sluts I've watched you bang," I said, as I slithered my tongue back up this thick, hard, very Italian shaft.

"Oh, I'll give it to you good," he assured, oozing with a confidence I found utterly hot.

As I swirled his thick cock head, I said, "Show me what you got, fuck boy."

He grabbed my hand, led me around the car, and I gasped, "You have an actual bed in your garage?"

" Sì," he said, "pretty convenient, no?" But then he flipped my dress up and bent me over the hood of the car. Apparently, I had to earn my way to the comfortable spot.

"So is what I'm wearing," I smiled, as he caressed my pantyhose clad ass and discovered the slut rip.

"Well, this is indeed wonderfully convenient," he agreed, as he admired the hole already there for easy access to my pussy.

"Since we're both fans of convenience," I said, looking back at this handsome young man and feeling my pussy burn with excitement, "how should we make use of these particular conveniences?" The additional pot lube I'd placed in my pussy before leaving home was beginning to kick in and I really hoped he had the right answer to my question. He did.