Paying The Rent - Sex Stories

Paying The Rent

... have him for?’ ‘Ok then. You had me worried there for a minute, though.’ Carol hooks her thumbs behind the elastic band of her tights and pulls them down slowly. As the top of the tights slides downwards, her belly seems to bloat as it is gradually released from its confinement, until it eventually plops out completely, jiggling like a bag of jelly. As she bends forward to push the tights all the way down, it seems to crumple up before it folds in a number of thick padded layers. The bright red laced briefs, on their way down, release a puffy round blob of white hairless skin, folding neatly into itself in a vertical slit straight down the middle. Amazingly neat for a fat woman’s cunt. ‘Where did you want me?’ Carol is usually the one to take the lead in any situation, so it is disconcerting to see her taking orders. It is even more disconcerting to see the affable Edna, usually content to stay in the background, in the role of stage master. ‘Right there on the couch is fine. Just sit down and spread your legs.’ Carol sits down, spreads her fat legs and crosses her arms over her chest. She is ready and waiting for whatever comes next. Edna prods me in the side with her foot. ‘Get up. I want you to kneel between Carol’s legs.’ I’m in a limbo. I hate being pushed around and I am not easily intimidated. I have always prided myself as capable of standing my ground in any situation. Yet with these two woman, I am meeker than a lamb. And it is not that foot and armpit licking is ...

... my idea of fun, far from it. Nor have I ever felt attracted to older women. But there is something, something I can’t quite lay a finger on, that keeps me back. I cannot ignore the fact that I am thoroughly and wildly aroused. That is significant. Sex has been scarce lately, and the little I’ve had has been downright boring, to the point that I have been having a hard time getting aroused. Even jerking off has been a via cruxis. A sharp pain shoots through my side. Edna is kicking me. ‘Do you need a written invitation? I said get up. Don’t think just because I’m nice to you, you don’t have to do as I say.’ I quickly get to my knees and turn to the couch where Carol is still waiting. ‘Stick your head in there. Do I have to tell you everything?’ I feel Edna’s foot against my back and I am shoved hard between Carol’s legs. My chest slams against the seat of the couch and my face stops just inches from Carol’s spread cunt. Carol’s cunt is a wholly different story from up close. The softly rounded slit is now a gaping wound. Bright red rags of seemingly raw flesh sprout in all directions in a disconcerting disarray. With some difficulty I manage to make out the weirdly frilled inner cuntlips, one of which is curling outwards while the other seems to be reaching over and trying to pull it back into the cushy confines of the outer labia. What an awesome cunt. A thick heat emanates from it, soft yet strong enough that I can feel it settle on the skin of my face. Along with it comes a ...