Over the years, I 've met up with Martina several prison term, but for the most voice we 've been chatting online. I enjoyed our `` sessions '' more and more, we shared some of our innermost secret desires and discovered new ace together as we had some of the most depraved and kinky rally potential. I love her, in a way that 's arduous to key and new to me, but tone `` right '' for the kind of family relationship we have.

Because of our unlike lives and her matrimony it was hard at times to prevent up that kinship, but we always found a way, and it was ever the more sweet to see her again after a prolonged absence seizure. And when, on one occasion, we finally had an chance to be together for several days, we were both excited to no end.

Her husband had wanted to go on a little trip with some of his co-workers and in riposte, Martina wanted to go on a misstep herself with her `` friends '', so for one week a few class ago we began a vacation while she left her kids and man behind, along with everything else about her cautious lifestyle.

We took a train to the south, the beach, the sun and a sweet lilliputian hotel that we both had chosen. I was nervous and excited when I boarded the caravan, looking for her inside. I found her in a fiddling compartment where we had reserved our prat. She looked groovy, wearing a luminance green dress, for a change, with an incredibly low cut neckline that showed a lot of her plenteous segmentation. She smiled at me behind her large sunglasses and kissed me as I stumbled in, helping me hitch my luggage up.

'' God, you look wild, '' she said, eyeing me up and down. I had just pulled my red curlicue back and wore nothing more than than a loose, striped red-and-white dress and some E. B. White sandals.

I smiled back at her. `` Mmmh, you know how I am, I want to look like the charwoman I would want to make love. ''

She laughed. `` You certainly look like the cleaning woman I 'd care to screw. '' I kissed her again and sat down opposite of her, by the window.

divagation from us, the railroad train seemed to be fairly empty. We had the compartment to ourselves and the rest of the car was only sparsely seated from what I saw coming in. `` So, '' she said, playing with her farsighted iniquity whisker as she stared at me. `` What 's our plan, my goddess ? ''

I shrugged. `` As far as I am interested, I just want to spend a week living and fucking the way I always wanted to live and sleep with. No taboos, no holding back and no via media, '' I said.

She nodded, and pulled one leg up on the fanny future to me, spreading wide as she hitched up her skirt and showed me her moist pussy and damp pubis, wearing zip underneath. `` I 'm ready, fancy woman, '' she said seductively, pulling her labia apart. `` Piss on me and wee-wee certain I know who I belong to. '' I smiled. Peeing was one of the juju we both shared, and most of our fantasies involved plenteous rally of body fluids. So I stood up and held onto her seat as I stepped across her leg, pulling up my own wench and began raining down white-livered sparge out of my pantiless unshaved private parts, wetting her pubic hair and the most part of her skirt.

She bent forward and caught some of it in her mouth, drinking greedily as it ran down her chin and on her tits, leaving coloured discolouration on her attire. She sucked and swallowed, gulping and slavering as she lodged her lips around my wet labia. When she was sated, she leaned back happily. `` Mmmh, '' she moaned, slipping two fingers in and out of her pussy, enjoying the moment. `` I love the taste of your pissing, mistress. It makes me feel so ... dirty, and owned. Like, I know it 's not a payoff, nor is it mollify, but it 's rather there to put me in place and bring in surely I 'll be your servant in all things, even if it 's to pledge down your pee. ''

I sat back down in my own death chair and smiled at her, my pussy still slightly wet, leaving a small-scale stain on my lap. `` This is going to be a terrific trip, slave, '' I said, rubbing across my chest, feeling turned on by her presence, her slavish path and her fingerbreadth sliding in and out of her pussy.

Suddenly the door to our separee opened. Martina quickly pulled down her bird and smiled sheepishly at the music director as she asked for our tickets. I looked at her as I handed her mine, as her face seemed strangely fellow. Then it struck me. `` Gianna ? '' I asked, remembering her from schooltime, so many geezerhood ago.

She looked deep into my eyes, then smiled back. `` Oh my god, '' she said, `` Kat, is that you ? ''

Gianna was in my class for a few days, until she went to a different schoolhouse. We were not friends, nor enemies, but kept our distance as we had different gustatory perception and position and so I did n't think much of her after she was gone. It was strange to see her after all these years, in her work turnout no lupus erythematosus. I had no clue she went on to work for the railway line.

She was light, just as I remembered her from school, with the fatal, thickest whisker that she wore shoulder distance and heterosexual. Her skin was incredibly pale, which gave a sharp contrast to her hairsbreadth and dark optic, but her face was cute. She wore the dark blue uniform of the railway line director and looked kinda sexy in it, though it hid well-nigh of her features.

I nodded, not knowing what to say. `` Yeah, '' I replied. `` I ... we ... are just on our way to vacation. ''

She smiled, holding out a handwriting to Martina as she was eyeing her. `` Hi, I 'm Gianna. Kathrin and me were in shoal together. ''

Martina shook it with the same hand that was in her kitty-cat just seconds ago, and the mentation made me even more turn on. `` Martina, nice to fulfil you, '' she said, and, following her gaze, she smiled. `` Kat just spilled something on me, '' she explained the grunge on her dress.

Gianna laughed. `` Well, it 's strong enough for it to dry fast, '' she said.

I nodded, slightly embarrassed, but Martina seemed substance and well-chosen with herself. `` Ah, it makes me feel so unspoiled I kinda do n't want it to dry, '' she said giggling.

Gianna looked at her puzzled, then turned to me again : `` So, what 're you doing these days ? '' she asked.

I shrugged. `` You know, nothing special. I 'm working for the city. ''

She smiled. `` And you, Martina ? ''

Martina smiled at her innocently. `` I 'm just Kat 's piddling maidservant and girlfriend, '' she said sweetly. `` I have no early job but to please her. ''

Gianna raised her eyebrows. `` Oh, okay, '' she said surprise. `` So you two are ... together, yeah ? ''

I nodded, playing along. `` Yeah, we 've been together for a few eld now, and Martina 's been great, '' I smiled at her.

'' I live to serve, '' Martina said in return. Gianna looked at the both of us, unsure what to clear of it, but at the same time curious and intrigued.

'' So are you, like, married ? '' she asked.

I shrugged. `` It 's more of an clear family relationship, '' I said. `` Martina is my fan and lady friend, but we like to experiment a lot, so ... it 's hard to explain. ''

Gianna smiled thoughtful, playing absently with the clitoris on her blouse. `` And so ... there 's no men in your lifespan ? '' she wondered.

Martina and me looked at each other, then I shook my head. `` I guess I 'm the man in our relationship, '' I laughed.

'' How do you mean ? '' she asked curiously.

'' Well, you know, I 'm the more aggressive and dominant one, and Martina is more the ... subordinate, dutiful wife. '' I winked at her.

Gianna cocked her point to the side, pursing her mouth. `` So, I 'm drear for asking so lots, but I 'm really clueless ... do n't you lack something sometimes ? '' she asked.

Martina laughed. `` When Kat is done with you, all you 'll be missing is her, '' she said smiling, then added : `` If you want, she can show you ... ''

Gianna stared at her, then asked slowly : `` bear witness me ... how ? '' Martina got up and smiled at her, pulling her slowly inside our cabin as she brushed the hair out of Gianna 's font, helping her unbutton her shirt. Gianna put up no resistor, allowing Martina 's hands to run down her chest, grabbing her knocker through the framework and pushing her back down into a chair.

While my slave went down on the conductor, kissing her and pulling off her pants to get to the sweet honey pot between her legs, I was going through my bagful, looking for some of the toys I packed. Gianna was obviously eager to play, and I would n't want to disappoint her. I finally found my favourite strap on, a gift from my friends at the cathouse, and put it on just as Martina pushed Gianna 's Joseph Black lacing scanty aside and began licking her pussy.

Gianna was just as picket on the respite of her body as she was in her face, her kitty-cat being no exception. She kept it shaved, but a wickedness tone was seeable where her pubes were growing back. Her labia stood out vividly, being bright red and self-conceited, and Martina was sucking them eagerly into her oral fissure, slurping and licking her tongue along their whole distance. `` Ohhhh godddd, '' she moaned and shuddered.

Martina stood aside as I stepped in social movement of her with the strapon around my waist. I had taken off my dress and was all naked but for the dildo and my sandals. She looked up at me, beaming for luxuria. `` God, you look hot, '' she gasped, her legs spread wide.

Her uniform was on the flooring, only her blouse covered part of her bosom still, and she looked incredibly horny. `` Fuck me with that, please, '' she begged.

I did n't gain her hold long but inserted the head of the dildo heterosexual between her tumesce pussy, holding it with one handwriting as I pushed it in trench. She groaned as it entered her, feeling the long quill lantern slide inside. I grabbed her pelvis and pulled her promote down, until she practically lay on the prat, her buns right on the edge. Martina straddled her breast as I began thrusting in and out of Gianna 's pussy, watching the dildo get soaked from her puss juice until it slid all the way in.

Martina made her lap her pussy, determined to give the horny conductor a good taste of lesbian cunt, while I fucked her pussy in long strokes, going all the way up inside her. She moaned, muffled by Martina 's muff, enjoying the feeling. Martina looked back at me, then said : `` Let 's do her ass too, mistress ? '' She turned to Gianna underneath her. `` You want to throw my mistress sleep with your slight asshole ? '' Not waiting for a reply, I pulled the slimy cock out and pushed it between Gianna 's buttocks.

They parted easily, lenient like butter, as I forced it into her anus. Everything about Gianna seemed piano, her skin, her legs, her muscles, her rosehip, her tits ... It was like fucking into soft dough, except that this dough was squirming and moaning as I penetrated her. I fucked her up the ass just as hard and truehearted as I did her pussy, wanting to show her how little she had to say in the matter and how little she would have to miss a `` man '' in her holes.

She seemed to get the content, thrashing and groaning into Martina 's pelvis as I violated her. Martina did n't let go of her either, using her for her own pleasures. I looked down, watching her kitty vellication and splatter as the dildo ran into her underneath, filling her ass. I slid my fingers inside her abandon slit and began probing her, feeling the shaft fuck her from inside. Three digit, four digit, I stretched her and filled her in a way she never was filled before, my brass knucks widening her slit as they demanded entry.

Finally, I fit my whole hand inside her, her twat closing around it like a glove. I twisted and turned, feeling the interior of her pussycat as my hard dildo still probed her ass late and gruelling. She screamed, slapping Martina 's butt with her manus, coming hard, again and again as I would not cease ramming my hand and the cock inside her. Finally, Martina climaxed herself, and I heard a scene of juice stream down on Gianna from her pussy. I pulled out, having one young lady lick my script and the former the dildo. They cleaned it diligently.

'' You were right, '' Gianna told Martina later, as she put her apparel back on. `` I can see why you would n't omit anything. '' Martina smiled back at her, licking her lips. `` I wish you a swell vacation then, '' the conductor said as she left us with a wink and a osculation, going back to body of work, freshly fucked and felicitous .