12-1 Knickerrrrrs! - Sex Stories

12-1 Knickerrrrrs!

Themes: mast, lez, ws, light scat

This in an offshoot project from the Margey Household chronicles. Some of the characters are the same, some new. Read the other stories in the series (Books 1-11) to find out the full background or some of it won't make any sense.

Warning: The events and characters in this story are imaginary. If you attempt to duplicate them in real life, you will end up sharing a jail cell with a big fat man called Bubba

Chapter 12-1 Knickerrrrs!

by Stack of Books

(2105 words)

After Dean & Serena came back from holiday, Lyn stayed on at their house for many weeks, and we heard she had loads of wonderful sexual escapades with them. It was great for while, but she felt she was intruding on their personal space a bit (especially as they resumed their Sunday wife swapping activities and she came over to see her sis on those days) and thereafter got a bit restless. She didn't really want to share with Ally again (they eventually admitted they both snored, so their spanking was equally deserved!), and I therefore came up with a solution (sort of).

We had a boxroom with a medium sized window situated at the other end of the house in which I kept a lot of excess stuff. I put it all in the shed or garage, cleaned and vacuumed it, gave it a lick of paint and put some nice carpet down. Sure, it wasn't as spacious as the other lodgers' rooms, really only big enough for a single bed and a wardrobe. Before I actually installed them however, I ...

... asked her to come and have a look. I told her she could have it for 50% of what Ally & Sven were paying. She jumped into my arms, inserted her minty tongue into my gob and started twizzling my hair in her fingers. (Obviously, she'd been talking to the BSB trio about this.)

Oh, Stevie-boy! You did all this for li'l ole me? I'm happy to accept.

Later on, I figured out a way to install a desk that folded up out of the way against the wall, as there wasn't space for a normal free standing one.

So we now had 4 pissing/pooping/fornicating/hot tub loving/pistol

-packing mommas as lodgers.

Inevitably, there were always a lot of food leftovers after every event that BSB did, even though she encouraged the hosts and their guests to fill up doggy bags. Nevertheless, Martin often had to load their truck with stuff and take it back to HQ.

Bindi hated this part of her business venture and felt very guilty about throwing food away as she fully appreciated how in many other countries (like her own, India), millions of people less fortunate than ourselves in the west were dying of starvation and malnutrition. She thought our throwaway society (not just comestibles, for everything) was scandalous.*see paragraph below

But she just didn't have the fridge space in her kitchens to store it for too long, as it was constantly needed to store the freshly prepared food for the next event(s) in the diary. A partial solution was freezing it, but again that space was limited as it was ...