Goodbye Katie

Goodbye Katie. I had mixed emotions going to Mary’s on Wednesday. It was sad that this would be our last orgy together at least for a few months but I was so pleased for her, finding the courage to face her father and go.

What Mary must be feeling was of course many times greater. She’s losing her ally on the inside, someone to moan to when her husband gets too much. Oh, what I wouldn’t have given for that support! But on to brighter things.

I did wonder if Katie’s impending departure would throw a dampener on the evening. I’ll let you judge if you think it did.

I arrived with a bottle of bubbly to wish Katie well and we sat in the living room to drink it. The conversation wasn’t sexy, it seemed almost unseemly to think sexy, and we discussed her trip and what she hoped to do while out there. She had secured a job for the winter season (until the end of March) as a live-in maid at a prestigious hotel in the Austrian alps which she expected to be hard work but hoped there’d be plenty of time for some skiing and apres ski fun.

That rather introduced the sexy chat into the conversation and the possible attributes of tall, handsome, muscular, ski instructors were discussed at length. I’m glad we’d managed the session with Charles (https://medium.com/@TracyTrouble/anyone-for-an-orgy-b1ae475ac395) so that she knew men could provide what she needed.

We finished the bottle and Mary fetched another from Simon’s store. “Won’t he miss it?” I asked. “No,” replied Mary, “he likes to boast to his colleagues about it but I do the buying. He hadn’t a clue what’s in there.”

It continued in a similar vein until that bottle was empty. “Darling,” said Mary addressing Katie, “would you get another?”

“ ‘Spose so,” she replied, “be the last time your poor downtrodden slave of a daughter is here to do your bidding.” She got up from her chair and flounced out towards the door passing Mary on the way. As she brushed passed, Mary grabbed her wrist and playfully pulled her down across her lap. “How dare you talk to your angel of a mother like that. You deserve a severe spanking.”

“Oh yes please,” squealed Katie theatrically kicking her heels in the air.

So it began. The humour and fun were total at that point, but the sex soon took over. Mary hoisted her daughter’s skirt up and gave her a few playful slaps on her cheeks with her knickers in place, and then invited me to help her remove them, which I was only too happy to do. I sat on the sofa next to Mary, Katie’s head in my lap, grabbed one of her flailing arms and pushed it up my skirt. She didn’t hesitate. Her fingers wormed their way into my knickers and found my clit which she went to work on. Mary had stopped spanking Katie’s bum and was now massaging her pussy. I can’t think of many more debauched sights than her finger disappearing into her daughter's cunt. Unless perhaps it’s the same finger disappearing up her bum.

I needed to taste Katie. Her mouth, her pussy, her bum. I didn’t mind. I just needed that scent of youth. I eased out from under her and knelt on the floor to kiss her. I slid one hand under her body and found a tit which I started to knead. The other went to join her mother’s playing with her cunt and arse. It felt as if Mary had two digits fucking her. I gently ran my thumb around her anus diverted to her pussy to lubricate it then slowly, as slowly as I could given the urgency I felt to molest her, pushed it in.

Not that Katie minded judging by the whimpers of contentment which were escaping from her throat. Escaping being the relevant word as I had my tongue halfway to her tonsils.

The scene continued for a while. We didn’t stop the first time Katie orgasmed, but swapped places. My tongue now lapping up her copious juice production. God, I was going to miss that taste. Different somehow from the older women I’d had although it was probably my imagination.

After her second orgasm, she pleaded for us to stop. We took pity on her and let her up. As last time we’d got carried away and started our fun in the lounge. As last time the sofa was already showing signs of being soaked. Mary assured me it wasn’t a problem. Dear Simon had not noticed a thing. But we adjourned upstairs anyway, Katie leading the way.

We’d leapt into the sexy fun fully clothed. Katie was knickerless but otherwise we were all still dressed

“What would you like to do darling?” Mary asked, “it’s your party.”

“Anything? I can ask and do anything?” Katie asked a little incredulously although I’m not sure why. We’d hardly given the impression we were vanilla monogamous heterosexuals.

I don’t think either of us expected her answer.

“Okay, Trace,” she replied with a mischievous look in her eye, when we confirmed it, “Let’s start by trying Mum up.”

Bondage was one area we’d never really tried. No one had mentioned it and I was ambivalent about it. I thought. I certainly didn’t much fancy the idea of being severely constrained it was too close to things that happened in my dark days so was relieved she’d chosen her mother to be tied up.

“Have you got rope handy?” I asked.

“No, but I thought we could use some of mum’s stockings and other bits of lingerie, a bra or suspenders.” She’d obviously thought about it. Fantasised about it I suspect, given subsequent events.

“You want me to undress?” Mary asked.

“No. Stay as you are. Both of you. I have wishes!”

Mary lay on the bed and Katie rummaged around in a drawer and came out with a pair of stockings and two suspender belts. She passed one of each to me. “Use the stocking on her wrist and the sussie on her ankle,” she instructed.

We were in one of the spare rooms. Not the one we’d used before. This one had an older-style bed with a head and tail board. Katie had been planning.

It was all a bit of a giggle but we soon had Mary restrained. “Now what?” I asked.

“Now we undress her. Want to help Trace?”

Did I want to live until tomorrow? Of course I wanted to help!

Mary was wearing a blouse and skirt. I knelt next to her and went to unbutton her blouse. “No!” admonished Katie. “Rip it off! Tear it!”

It’s strange how certain words or actions or scenarios which hadn’t entered my head in any serious way could suddenly produce an urgent sexual need!

I looked at Mary. Was she okay with me destroying her clothes? She nodded. I’d never done this. At least I didn’t think I had. The last few months have many blurred memories, but ripping a blouse off a friend wasn’t one. I grasped the blouse just below the neck and yanked. It was easier than I thought. A button popped and the momentum carried the action through the next two. I leaked. So I enjoyed this?

“We’ll have to cut it off as she’s tied. Move over,” Katie instructed. She climbed onto the bed armed with a large pair of scissors, which she just happened to have handy, and cut her way up both arms unceremoniously yanking the blouse out from under Mary.

I’ve said before on a couple of occasions that I felt these two had set up a scenario for me. Not with any malicious intent, far from it, and I began to feel this was another. Who cares? I didn’t and Mary was clearly happy with what was happening.

Before my thoughts could get much further Katie had destroyed the skirt by unnecessarily cutting that off too. A simple undoing of a button on the waistband would have had the same effect, but I had to admit would have not been anywhere near as horny. It left her mother in her bra, knickers stockings and suspenders. All white. All lacy. A favourite style of Mary’s. Or perhaps historically Simon’s as she did say her extensive lingerie wardrobe was a hangover from when she was still trying to entice him to fuck her.

“Right. Tracy, your turn. Her knickers! Rip them off then give her a good fingering. I want her really wet.”

Such a chore!

I sidled onto the bed and pushed my head up between Mary’s spread legs. Not what Katie had instructed, but I don’t think she’d object. Certainly Mary didn’t. I first rubbed my hand over her mother's pussy lips then pushed a finger into the sheer knickers forcing them into her cunt. Mary was enjoying it. Her head tossing from side to side, her breathing coming in gasps. My finger had produced a reaction and I could see a wet patch developing in the knickers. I burrowed my finger as deep as I could forcing the knickers into her slit. The combined feel of the fine material and Mary’s juice soaking through them had my own juices flowing. Katie was now lying on the bed on her back her head up my skirt and doing precisely the same to me. I understood why Mary was moaning contentedly. “Rip them Trace!” Katie reminded me of her instructions. I withdrew my finger from her mother and attempted to ripe a hole in the knickers. The gusset wouldn’t give so I tried the lacy body. It was a shame, they were pretty, but their sexual effect multiplied dramatically by the time I had them looking like rags

The next few minutes were horny. Even hornier perhaps I should say. On any number of levels. Katie had ruined my knickers, then came out from under my skirt and straddled her mother, kneaded her breasts. Pushed the mounds together. Squashed them. Then slapped them all whilst still in the bra.

Next a wedgie! Pulling her tattered knickers up into her pussy. Hard enough to bring a gasp from Mary.

I was feeling left out but it was Katie’s last night so I wasn’t going to say anything but she must have sensed my frustration. Or possibly noticed how hard I was fingering myself.

“Use me Trace. I’ve got a spare hand.”

I moved to lie on the bed next to her mother whose head turned towards me. Her eyes conveyed her feeling. Rampant lust. A heady combination of enjoying being molested by her daughter and a satisfaction that her husband would blow more than his top if he knew.

I couldn’t resist that look. I leant in and kissed her. A long hard open mouthed kiss. Then Katie’s fingers found my wet pussy. She was now kneeling and driving a fist full of fingers into us both in unison. A steam trains pistons. God, she wasn’t taking prisoners. I had to stop kissing Mary. The feeling was intense from Katie’s fingers but this was no loving slow intrusion into our bodies. This was a violation. A violation that was having an identical effect on us both. Like twins, hardly identical, physically we were so different, but by our reaction to this intrusion, both enjoying the same experience. Enjoying is not an adequate description. I’m sure I can speak for Mary too as we both climaxed within seconds of each other.

This was supposed to be Katie’s farewell and there she was doing all the work whilst us two oldies wallowed in the aftermath of a very satisfactory orgasm.

“Okay, you two. That’s what I want as my farewell present. You’ve been too soft on me. I want to experience something more intense.” She kissed us both and started untying her mother. I’d had trouble being a good Dom at a previous encounter I hoped I’d do better this time. I felt I might. There were two us to egg each other on and Katie’s harsh frigging had put me in the mood.

Katie’s request came as a surprise. Indeed as a shock. I’d never picked up any vibes from her that she wanted to be treated harshly and I guess Mary hadn’t because she asked, “What’s brought this on? You hate pain.”

“I know! Stupid isn’t it? It’s just that we seem to have experimented with most other things. I wanted the complete set!”

“Well do stop us if you want to. Best have a safe word isn’t that what they do?”

Mary had experienced a little pain from me but it was half-hearted and this was the blind leading the blind, but I could see she was very reticent to inflict anything serious on her daughter so felt I had to do it.

I told Katie to climb on the bed on all fours and raise her bum in the air. There was a clothes brush on the chest of drawers and I decided I’d try to see how that went.

My first few strikes were taps. Hardly a sound and no reaction from Katie so I gradually increased my swing in speed and power. By the sixth strike I was getting a reaction from Katie and myself. Two more strokes and Katie let out a loud cry. I leaked. God, I was enjoying it! I swung my arm back to strike again but Katie said the safe word. She was breathing heavily and rubbish her bum cheeks. When she had herself under control she said, “Shit. Right. That’s off the menu. How can people find that a turn-on? Anyway, thanks for experimenting with me. No way am I asking any ski instructors to do that!”

Mary produced some lotion and we both rubbed it into Katie’s red cheeks. That had the inevitable consequence. Well, how can one be so close to a delectable cunt and arse as Katie’s and not take advantage?

Mary and I took it in turns. Katie's holes continually filled. Fingers or tongues probing. Tasting. Lapping. Stroking. Katie’s third orgasm of the night was accompanied by Mary's phone ringing. Simon.

Mary let the phone ring several times before answering it to give Katie’s shouts of ecstasy time to die down. It was doubtful Simon would have accepted they were on the TV. Far too graphic! There was nothing of note in their conversation, just the usual curt responses from Mary to his inquisition. Mary sat on the edge of the bed while he rambled on. I left Katie recovering and snuggled up behind Mary and put my arms around her hugging her close and enjoying the feel of her tits. I could hear Simon's voice but not distinguish what he was saying but mischievously whispered in her other ear. “Need to fuck you, hurry up!” She didn’t need urging and the three of us were soon doing a head to tail circle on the bed producing Katie’s fourth orgasm (oh to be young). Both Mary and I joined her and that proved to be it. Katie in particular, unsurprisingly given how many times she’d come, was sated and Mary’s mind was partly on her daughter's impending departure. It would have been churlish of me to ask for more so I decided I wouldn’t stay the night.

There was one more surprise. While we were lying there recovering Katie had a challenge for us.

“It’s been brilliant these last few weeks but mum you’ve got to promise me something.”

“What darling?”

“That by the time I come back you’d have had someone-a man-fuck you. I’m sure Tracy will help sort it! And Tracy, if you need someone young to molest, you know my friend Debs ( https://medium.com/@TracyTrouble/young-friends-ca55326c15e7 )will be home from Uni soon!