All characters depicted are eighteen or above.
Carla was on the phone to her gorgeous hairdresser, Helen.
She was going into extreme depth, about the goings on in her and her mother's household. She told her about "the gathering", how she had been used and abused, and how much she had loved it.
She also told her of her new love for using the cane on women, and how much she enjoyed watching them urinate with both pain, and excitement.
"You're making me wet," said Helen.
"Have you got your fingers in your pussy?" asked Carla.
"Yes, and I wish your tongue was in there instead."
Carla continued.
"You may be interested to know, that my mother is holding another gathering next Wednesday evening. Would you like to attend?"
"Oh my God! I don't know!" Helen giggled.
"You can come and just watch, but I think you'll want to join in. Just think how much cock and pussy you could have in one night!"
Helen began to breathe heavily. She wasn't far from coming. Carla licked her lips.
"I'm sure you'd love to be covered in cum. You can be as dirty as you want. You're so beautiful. All the men and women would love using you."
Helen came. Carla smiled.
"Can I take that as a "yes?"
"Yes," gasped Helen.
"Great. I'll pick you up at six thirty. I'm looking forward to you meeting my mother. She too, is a dirty bitch.
Bring some clean clothes with you. You'll definitely need them."
Carla's mother, Lydia, was delighted with the news.
"Perhaps you'll let me have some fun with her?"
"Of course, Mummy. She has a delicious pussy, and I can't wait to watch her being fucked."
Wednesday evening arrived. Carla kissed her mother on the cheek. As she left, three men entered the house.
"Nice and early boys! See you later."
They smiled and went into the lounge where Lydia was waiting.
It was more likely that they wouldn't be there on Carla's return.
Lydia would have no problem servicing all three at once.
Carla drove the twenty five mile trip to Helen's house.
Helen opened the door. As always, she looked amazing.
She wore a white blouse, black skirt, and red heels. Her make up was immaculate, her beautiful blonde hair had been roughed up a little, and she smelled, as always, divine. She looked nervous. She had an overnight bag which Carla put in the car boot.
Carla entered the house. She approached Helen.
"Oh baby. Don't be nervous. You'll be fine. Just let yourself go."
She kissed her, forcing her tongue into her mouth.
"Let's get the juices flowing, shall we?"
Carla slid her hand up Helen's skirt. She pushed two fingers into her. Nervous or not, she was dripping wet.
"It won't be long till this is full of cock, Helen. My mother is so looking forward to licking you."
Helen smiled as Carla slid her fingers out. She pushed them gently into Helen's mouth. She sucked her fingers clean.
"That's my girl. You're going to have so much fun."
Helen laughed gently.
"Okay. I'm in the mood now."
"I can tell. Your cunt can't wait!"
The two girls climbed into the car, and set off for the night's entertainment.
On the drive back to Carla's home, she explained to Helen that her mother would be in complete control.
"Just do everything she tells you to do. Above all, enjoy yourself. You're in for a filthy, delicious evening."
Helen smiled dreamily. Carla had made her extremely wet. She was becoming very excited.
They pulled into the driveway. Carla smiled at Helen.
"I'll introduce you to Mummy, then I'll get changed into my "naughty outfit."
As Carla had expected, the three men had gone.
Her mother was in the kitchen leaning up against the sink. She had a glass of Champagne in her hand, and was grinning like the cat who got the cream.
This was totally appropriate, because her hair, face and clothes were covered in it.
