Ice Cream Girl Part 2 - Sex Stories

Ice Cream Girl Part 2

... dildo, and I have to say I wanted her to fuck me hard in the arse with my daughters dildo.

Jodie used the juice from my cunt to lubricate my arse. When I felt her fingers in my arse, I pushed back.

Jodie smacked my arse hard. "Such a nasty anal slut."

This just made me wetter. Being verbally abused was fucking hot.

I felt the tip pushing against my virgin arse. With only Jodie's fingers and tongue having been up there, I relaxed and pushed back. There was a little resistance, and it was in. All the way in. It felt tight; it felt wrong. It felt fucking amazing.

"FUCK MY FUCKING ARSE!" I screamed.

Jodie obliged. Faster, harder. I was going to have the biggest orgasm of the day. Jodie kept the rhythm going. I could feel my cum running down my legs. Then it hit me. I let out a scream and collapsed onto my stomach, the dildo still in my arse.

Jodie slowly withdrew the implement of pleasure. Then she rolled me onto my back. Lying beside me.

She said, "It's only fair we clean your daughters, Dildo."

With that, Jodie put the dildo into her mouth, making an mmmm sound. Then it was my turn. I was sucking a dildo clean that belonged to my daughter, and had been up my arse. I was one perverse bitch, and I loved it. I sucked and licked that dildo clean.

I turned to Jodie. "When do I get to fuck your arse with the dildo, then lick it clean?"

Tweaking my nipple and giving me a kiss. "Sadly, not today. I think we better clean up before your family gets ...

... home."

I went to take the dildo from Jodie, and she snatched it away. "Not this. We'll just pop this back in the box."

"We can't do that," I said. "It's not hygienic."

That smile came across Jodie's face. "Don't you like the idea of your daughter fucking herself with a dildo that had been up her mom's arse?"

Perversley I did like the idea of my daughter fucking herself with that dirty dildo.

I got off the bed; it was trashed. The duvet was soaking wet with mine and Jodie's cunt juice. Jodie looked at me.

"C'mon, I'll help you clean up. What time do your family get home?"

"My daughter at about half-three. My husband after five," I said.

"If your daughter's clock is correct, that gives us forty minutes max to tidy up."

We just about managed to get cleaned up. Sadly, there was no time for a shower, though.

As I opened the door to let Jodie out, my daughter was getting out of her boyfriend's car. Jodie leaned into my ear and said, "Do you think he's fucking your daughter?"

Curse that bloody Jodie; she had planted another perverse thought in my head. Is my daughter getting fucked? If so, is her boyfriend as good as Jodie when it comes to fucking? With that, my daughter was at the door. She gave Jodie a smile and me a quizzical look.

Jodie held out her hand. "I'm Jodie."

My daughter took Jodie's hand. "I'm Kate."

Jodie smiled. "Nice to meet you, Kate. Hopefully we'll meet for longer next time."

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