The Cuckquean Ch. 02 - Butch Desires - Sex Stories

The Cuckquean Ch. 02 - Butch Desires

... momentarily and listened to the sounds of her young friend being vigorously fucked by her beefy lover. By A2's orgasmic squeals, she was relishing the experience. Jemima briefly wondered if there could be more than just sex between the pair upstairs. Tina and Leslie's earlier story had hurt her heart, and Jemima hoped that Leslie could find love even if it meant losing her (Jemima's) teenage lover.

Tina, having set the fire, wasn't long after Jemima to come inside. She joined the beautiful Indian woman at the kitchen bench and began washing potatoes to be smeared with butter and chives before being wrapped in tin foil. Once Tina had washed and wrapped four large spuds, she took them out and carefully pushed them into the fire.

Returning to Jem's kitchen, Tina opened the fridge and took out another 500 ml Heineken can. Popping the tab, she took a big swallow before belching appreciatively and wiping her lips. "Good beer," she acknowledged before taking another swig.

Jemima studied the muscular, masculine-looking woman before her as she washed cos lettuce leaves, ready to be turned into a Caesar salad. Tina hadn't changed, and her silk boxers dripped water onto Jem's floors. Jemima glanced at the woman's flat chest, noticing the large nipples that had crinkled against Tina's, chilly from the air conditioning, singlet. Jemima silently walked to her linen cupboard and brought back an enormous fluffy towel. Handing it to the handsome woman, Jemima let the backs of her ...

... hands 'accidentally' brush across Tina's extended breast nubs.

Taking the towel in one hand, Tina grabbed Jemima's wrist and forced Jem's hand into her boxers' fly. Pressing Jemima's fingers against her sweltering cunt, Tina growled, "Unless you want me to put on my strap-on and bend you over this counter, stop playing with my tits!"

"Why wouldn't I want you to do that?" Jemima purred, her pussy clenching and unclenching at the thought of being fucked by this handsome butch-looking woman.

"Because you've got salads to make, and I've got lamb steaks to burn," Tina kidded, pulling Jemima's hand out and forcing it against Jemima's barely covered slit. Tina manipulated Jem's fingers against Jemima's button and forcefully kissed the milk chocolate-coloured woman.

Tina delighted in feeling Jemima's puffy nipples stiffening against her cold, singlet-covered breasts. She knew the chilly singlet caused some of their stiffness, but most was by Jemima's swiftly peaking arousal.

'She's got to be the most willing slut I've ever come across,' Tina thought. 'I wonder if she goes cruising for chicks because her husband's a dud root."

Before Tina could take her seduction of the beautiful Indian woman any further, Leslie led the brightly blushing Angela in. At Leslie's request, A2 had found one of Jemima's leather collars and stainless steel leash and given them to the bullish-looking woman. Leslie, by the expedient of grasping the nipples on Ange's lush breasts and dragging ...