#Lesbian #Teen #Threesome
Story so far: girl marrys boy: finds that her husband’s a pedophile and as an act of love, tries to find him a little girl to play with. Now read on.
How had it come to this? Certainly, nothing in my past life had prepared me for what was happening now. I’d had a very conventional up bringing with no experience of poedophilia whatsoever. Yet, here I was, working all hours as a cleaner in the children’s home with the sole intention of finding a child to abduct so my darling husband could ravish her in the privacy of our own home. Surely, I should have been repulsed by all this and yet, out of love for my John, I’d come to embrace it. Indeed, as I went about my daily cleaning duties, children often came and embraced me too and I quickly acquired a taste for it; for the feel of juvenile bodies pressing against me, boys and girls alike. I delighted in their innocence and took advantage of it to feel the soft, smoothness of their skin on my hands, even as I evaluated them as possible victims for my husband’s lust.
The criteria John had set was a simple one. The child had to be between ten and twelve years of age, female and cute. I, however, had added one other stipulation; the child had to be so used to being raped that she’d simply accept my husband fucking her for a bag of sweets and not tell a soul about it. This was the tricky bit. I could have waltzed off with any number of little darlings but I just couldn’t guarantee the silence of any of them. Days turned to weeks and weeks to a month but still I had no joy in finding the right girl. The boys were finding me alright though. Adolescent hands were all over me whenever there were no other members of staff around to see and I came to thoroughly enjoy this. In their own childish way, these boys were worshipping me as a woman and what woman doesn’t get a thrill out of being worshipped.
Everyday, I had to run the gauntlet of cleaning the boy’s toilet. Numerous little finger sized stiff pricks were flashed at me over time. Generally, I just ignored them and carried on cleaning but occasionally, curiosity got the better of me and I’d cop a quick feel, just for devilment. The older boys were another kettle of fish altogether however. If they got their cocks out, they generally meant business. After my first couple of rapes, I ceased to think of it as being raped and instead began to consider it a personal service I was rendering to these poor unfortunate children. My mouth became a connoisseur of adolescent cock and cum. I took to carrying a packet of strong mints around with me to mask the telling aroma on my breath.
So I ask again, how had it come to this? This being the fact that I was now a more active pedophile than my husband ever had been. I had become sexually addicted to children and I was abso-fucking-lutely loving it.
One fateful day, a fifteen year old girl winked at me. This was a first. On impulse, I winked back and smiled. The girl returned my smile, walked over to me and said “I like you.”
What else could I say but “I like you too, Suzy.”
“No Jennifer, you don’t understand; I really like you” she said, staring at my breasts as she said it. “Do you like me” she added?
“Well, yes, Susy, you’re er lovely!”
“Would you like to come to bed with me?”
The word yes leapt into my head in an instant but the dormatories always had members of staff checking them throughout the day so this would definitely be a risk too far. But then a thought occurred so mind bogglingly brilliant that I almost wet myself. I really needed to handle this most delicately if this was ever going to work. I’d have to choose my words really carefully so as not to spook my potential lesbian lover. ( Lesbian lover: that thought had me wetting myself in a completely different way 😲!) I looked into her clear blue eyes, her eager young face, her untidy but lush blonde hair and on glancing down, took in the view of two impertinently pointy bra-less tits emphatically making a tent of her t-shirt before blurting out, “fancy having a threesome with me and my husband?”
FUCK! I didn’t mean for it to come out like that but it had and there was no taking it back now. I saw her face reddening as I waited in acute embarrassment for the ground to open up under me. It didn’t. Damn! I’ll just have to face the music then.
“Are you asking me to go to bed with your husband and you so you can……f….f…fuck me?” Her expression was unreadable but there was only one honest answer I could give her now.
“Yes.”
There was a long drawn out pause that seemed to last for a week or so before Suzy gave me an impish grin and said “okay then. When?”
“Er….I’ll check with my John and get back to you. It can’t be today but if you can sneak out saynext Saturday morning, I’ll give you my address and we’ll all have a really smutty time getting to intimately know eachother better.”
And that’s how we left it. Suzy wasn’t quite what John was after but he’d been very patient so far and so deserved some kind of reward. My reward would be to see my belovéd husband shagging a fifteen year old school girl. I imagined him crawling all over her like a rash, his hips thrusting, his hands mauling her naked flesh. I my head, I heared their sighs, gasps and moans, their heavy breathing, the rhythmic creaking of the bed and later, she’d be all mine. Every inch of her. Not only her bday but her mind too. She would know who all the other Lesbos were. She’d also probably know if any girl at the home between the age of ten and twelve who were regularly getting shagged by certain members of staff and never complaining. Yes, Suzy was going to be a most enjoyable means to an end indeed.
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