Eighteen, toy, getting high, threesome, double-played,
Kitty Summerville arrived home.
She was looking forward to some private pussy time after a dog of a day at college.
A day to forget.
By luck, she had managed to dump her current boyfriend, Brad, by text before class after getting the news that he was a cheating bastard.
Quality alone time wasn't a luxury this afternoon; getting life back in the pleasure zone was necessary.
Catherine knew she would be alone. Her mother worked until five, and her mother's new sleazy boyfriend wouldn't turn up until much later, as usual.
Kitty, scowled at herself in the mirror, she was no judge of character.
Hell, she had screwed Bradley two nights ago in his car, not realising the sod fucked that tart Jacinda in the exact vehicle that very afternoon after school.
However, there was a bad vibe with her mum, Sharon's current lover –boy, Marco.
He had a harder edge, too much bling, and stayed vague about his job. Yet, he always splashed out on expensive gifts for Mum.
And God, his wallet, which he left lying around, bulged with cash.
Christ, Marco and Mum generated noisy uninhibited sex together like they were frickin stoned out and didn't care about an impressionable eighteen-year-old girl hearing their ribald excitement.
Miss Summerville flopped on her bed in jeans and a white T-shirt, the crisp new one she had brought, especially for Brad to remove slowly.
Bugger Brad!
Kitty lay splayed and half-naked on her bed, minus her hip-hugging faded jeans and black G-string, trying to ease into some subtle personal enjoyment.
Her usually so quickly responsive pussy sulked along with her mind.
There was only one thing for it, though our brunette had never entertained the thought before today, to get some help in the form of Mum's vibrator.
Cathy knew it must be a fantastic toy because, boy, when her mum had no regular man, it got the older woman of the house off really well with a starling efficiency that Kitty's ears, mind and own tingly pussy understood even through decent thick plaster walls.
The tell-tale unmistakable guttural groans of a body-searing orgasm.
Our Kitty needed that kind of mind and body blower this afternoon. Unfortunately, her slender fingers alone were not delivering the vibe.
Teasing her boobs through her cotton T-shirt, she took a lower-half-naked stroll on the upstairs landing to her mother's bedroom.
Easily found in momma's bedside drawer was an intriguing toy. Not what our 'kitten' had expected for her pussy.
The dirty old tart, she mouthed.
This was being polite. Kitty knew precisely what this particular vibrator could do. However, she hesitated. She was entering uncharted territory.
The device was a duo vibe.
Rudely put, it could be used for external and double internal stimulation. Ms Summerville was worldly enough to understand that.
Still, obviously, this toy was for the adventurous, and our emerging slutette realised equally it would slot very quickly straight in your coochie and with a generous dollop of lube delicately in your arsehole.
Trashy whore: was Kitty's immediate thought about her own mother but not her own intentions.
"Some lube," our lass said aloud as she started rummaging in the dressing table.
Fuck none!
What the hell!
Then just as she realised her mother was a sinful harlot who must finger gape her own arse and spit on the bloody duo toy before enjoying her own tandem enjoyment, an insight into her mother and potentially herself that Kitty wasn't sure what to do with.
Suddenly, she was distracted.
You are a fuckin idiot, mum! Goddam, Marco! The sod! A fuckin' dealer! Or supplier!
Kitty spied several huge packets: some 'weed', some pills, and powder, not very well hidden.
So, it was nose-candy sex, no wonder her mum came and came again on some nights.
"Screw you, mum," she said, exasperated at her lack of bodily fun.
Our brunette took a readymade rollie from one of the zip-locked bags, found a lighter in the dresser, and lay back to enjoy some really 'good shit.'
Wow, was our kitten relaxed: in a few minutes, both her head and her pussy were purring with satisfaction. One hand holding the joint and the other edging one head of the duo on low speed around her clit and her quickly moist slit.
Miss Summerville had time to realise she had hit on a dangerous pleasure combination, and control and awareness disappeared fast in lewd desire.
Though she had that heightened moment of insight where she realised as she was teasing her own arse with a finger after finishing the joint that the duo was lubed for her arse with her own secreted leaking cunny juices sliding from her pussy to the rills of her balloon knot.
She reversed the duo bulbs, filling her eager pussy hole with a sliding squelch too quickly, and her arsehole surprised her as it flexed tight enveloping skin and took its first-ever toy segment, too greedily.
"Mmm, oh fuck, oh fuck me! Oh yes, yes, fuck my arse feels good."
Her butthole felt fantastic.
A slow pulsing sensation made her puckered ring escalate to ecstasy.
Her pussy's usual tremendous giving was on the cusp of wholly sensational as her perineum felt the tender and the sensitive between the pleasure vibrations of her two competing holes, which had never been in a rivalry before.
Our brunette college tramp had to know what would happen if she ramped up the speed.
She just had to know…
"Oh, my fucking God…Holy Crap!…Orrgh…Oh…Mmm…Fuck me!"
Then repeated, "Orrgh… Orrhh's," as her pussy and butt joined her mind in a threesome.
Kitty barely had time to ease her tender nipples from her constricting lacey bra.
The speed ascended to mind-searing, and her body cavity blasting was akin to an unexpected multiple frisking.
Miss Summerville squealed so goddamn noisy in her self-indulgent private orgy, so high on illicit and natural chemicals; she didn't hear the strident banging on her front door.
"Uggh, ugghh, fuckin uuggh, uugh!"
Well, she did, but hey, she was too far down the path to the most amazing orgasm of her short life.
Nothing was going to stop it.
Well, all the correct protocols were observed by the two plain-clothed police detectives at her front door. They had their warrant. They wanted their man, Marco.
The door was busted open using reasonable force.
Hell, both senior officers believed there was probable cause for a crime being committed in situ. As near-tortured guttural sounds emanated from upstairs.
They yelled all the right things to avoid a cock up in court as they raced up the stairs, following the sound.
"Police, warrant in hand, don't resist! Show your hands!"
The older officer told his teammate, as they comprehended sexual moans, "Marco is going to be caught with his pants down!"
The younger of the two detectives burst through the open bedroom door, stating: 'Marco Escobar, you are under…Oh, Christ! —" as he saw a young woman with a duo vibrator getting herself off intensely on the big bed.
A delicious wet snatch buffeted and banged by a buzzing toy- whirring at maximum speed.
The young woman's eyes were shut, but both her squeezing shaved pussy and puckered, winking arsehole were open — well, no —they gaped — they spread cavernously — came to the lawman's mind.
Kitty engaged in climax construction, a nano from ecstatic peaking, moaned, "Orrgh fuck me, orrgh fuck me, this is fuckin good, ooh yes, ooh, ooh!"
Still, both officers loudly managed, "Hands up now!"
The older detective saw the large packets of uppers and downers on the dresser and sniffed the lingering waft of marijuana in the room— yes, yes — but only after a prolonged stare at the young brunette who was that close to an epic orgasm.
Musk saturated his nostrils and swirled through his lungs. His aging heart raced, and every spare millilitre of blood sprinted to his pecker.
"Who the fuck are you?" blurted Miss Summerville as she lurched up.
The toy popped out of her cunt and butthole with a delicious puck, puck sound, followed by a startling vaginal and anal queff.
At the same time, the still buzzing duo spun like an angry hornet denied a feed.
No hands up, instead Kitty grabbed the doona cover and hustled beneath it as the older cop rattled on about her rights, possession of drugs and being Marco's accomplice.
Her mind took the jumble of words partially in.
Her libido craved a bloody orgasm!
Kitty looked at her wild-tangled hair in the built-in wardrobe mirrors across the room.
Wow, I'm mussed!
But what the fuck is happening!
Marco… a stash…mum… incredible vibrations…quality shit…frickin awesome toy… fuck, fuckin' Marco!
The senior detective prattled.
Miss Summerville comprehended she had more rights than she realised.
Then, the younger cop reappeared.
He waved the warrant.
He must have searched the other upstairs rooms.
Christ, what if they wanted to body search me?
No, surely. They couldn't! Could they? Though I'm already half-naked.
The young cop asked: 'Are you Mrs Summerville."
"No, and what the fuck are you doing here?"
Finally, the cop's words became focused as she turned the vibrator off under the sheet.
The older guy questioned, "Your boyfriend Marco, where is the dealer?"
Kitty replied, "The cunt is my mum's boyfriend, not fuckin' mine!"
"Whose stash is this?"
Ms Sommerville immediately realised that she technically possessed a quantity way above 'for personal use'—she had been using it!
"It's good shit. I found it just now. Marco's crap, not my mum's —"
The older cop interrupted and said, "Put simply, you foul-mouthed hussy. You can fuck your way out of trouble, but only right here and right now — with both of us."
Delivered with a leer of certainty.
Oh, what the hell thought our orgasm denied brunette.
My day is going to get better!
Though to beat that pink duo!
Bugger me.
Let's find out!
Miss Summerville gave the nod of assent. Acquiescence without words but very quickly uttering agreeable moans.
"Mmm, oh yes, mmm, mmm!"
The cops stripped off hastily, and the younger one mauled her tits.
The older guy was frisking and groping straight into her already soaking pussy and flexed arsehole.
"Ooh shit, yeah, right there, there, there! Oh, fuck it, yes, yes, fuckin' anywhere! Fuckin everywhere!" mouthed off Kitty, her brunette mane flying wildly.
The senior detective was one dirty bugger. He had two fingers in her gaped starfish and two in her private pink pavilion.
It was our brunette's first time with two guys.
Give her a break. She was only eighteen.
There was cock to grab left and right. Initially, two hands full. Then just the old bloke to rub as the younger detective shoved his erect pecker into her open gob.
Mmm cock was good, was Kitty's only thought as she enjoyed wrapping her lips around firm meat, sucking along the pole and licking a tightening ball bag.
The fair-haired detective had a good-looking cock.
She couldn't see the older balding cop's cock, but she could feel it where it was poised to do the most good. He nuzzled around her fleshy pussy pleats, teasing the entrance to her delicious inner self.
This cop knew all about trespass and loitering with intent regarding a coochie. However, the bastard was inside her like he was using the door-breaching ram.
So sudden, it took Kitty's breath away.
"Oh, ooh shit, ooh yes, ahh, ahh!" she went in surprise, and she popped the cock out of her mouth.
The young guy whispered to his older copper mate, and suddenly, they repositioned the brunette's nubile body with the senior balding guy underneath her.
The older detective was pumping like a guy who had been in prison for years and was enjoying his release fuck.
"Orrgh, orrgh," he groaned as his balls slapped and whacked into her perineum.
The near-balding detective's cock was virile enough and was pumping into her pussy as she raised her body off his torso.
Kitty assumed the young guy was a kinky perv who liked to watch a girl get screwed. He played with his own fat sausage.
"Ah, aahh, aaahhh," she moaned.
And the fair-headed detective seemed to take her excitement as his sordid cue to really introduce Miss Summerville to the wayward ways of the world and how authority tries to cheapen females. That affirmative action and gender rights are bullshit, that male patriarchy is absolute, and that stiff cock battering hegemony rules sex.
Seriously! Chauvanism is lost in urgent, consensual sex.
"Orrgh! Fuck me! Oh my! Yes, yes! Mmmm! Oh, Oooh," as the future Chief Inspector eased his cock into her already gaped rear door.
Kitty was double booked.
A girl might wonder!
Miss Summerville wondered no more.
Saturating through her flesh was more than a girl should expect in sex.
"Orrgh, fuck, orrgh, orrgh, orrgh," primal and unladylike but intensely female-double-drilled.
Kitty's skin holes wedded and webbed the double-dip.
Male candles were poking and alight at both ends.
She consumed two servings of meat at once.
Doubling up what seemingly shouldn't be doubled — cock. The forbidden paradise accepted as her perineum nearly ceased to exist.
"Oh Christ, yes, yes, yes," she shrieked, as her partition threatened to but didn't split.
Her sexual divide held and quivered in vibrating delight with the stunning definition of self-indulgence pulsating through her raked, bliss-filled balloon knot and her thrumming, purry, private kitty.
Fuck, life was sensational in her DP gathered moment.
The explosive give and take of boisterous, bursting bonking!
Plus, she self-ogled, catching her sky-blue eyes frog pop as she scrutinised the detail of her pussy grip and her starfish ringing of two thick thumping rods pulverising her girly gashes in the wardrobe mirror doors.
Her gorgeous rear crack held cock keyhole tight in gouged rawness.
Her privy kitty was a fuckin' purring in sloppy, fem-creamy, slashed, slutty, slit girdling.
Her body launched uncontrollably, captivated by consuming lust. The delectable construction of intense arsehole and pussy pressure.
Cock pressing and burrowing seemingly everywhere.
Pressure ignited and configured. Cock and pussy formatted. Pecker and arse moulded. Hole constrictions were tensing to clenching. Orifice contractions expanded. Wetness hit saturation until a flood of womanly juices oozed and heightened carnal joy.
"Oh fuck, I'm cumming, I'm cumming!"
You bet, ya, sweet eighteen scales the heights as man custard was launched catapult fast into her backside.
A beautiful, bountiful body truism expressed.
Ms Summerville slutted her body to the big O.
She was where no man could ever go or actually understand. Filled in her body to its exponential capacity.
Her stunning, freewheeling orgasm took her by surprise. Her arse tingled. Her pussy shuddered with fantastic internal spasms of escalating, then near-endless tapering pleasure.
Manic, womanly elation.
Kitty collapsed in her double-creamed delight.
The patriarchy was screwed out, exhausted.
Rooted —left in total awe of fem-sex delivery.
Kitty peaked.
Hit the fem high spot.
Unleashed the flesh crescendo!
Cleaved the pin with, "Oooh, oooh, oooh!"
She melted into a cum slurry.
When Mum came home, the officers and Catherine drank coffee in the kitchen. Seated on bench swivel chairs.
The detectives had done a whole house search. Marco's main stash was located in the pantry cereal boxes.
Mum, in shock, provided Marco's current address, which was unknown to the police, and they went to apprehend him.
"You are such a good girl, Catherine," said her mum, rinsing the coffee cups.
Mmm, very, very good.
You may never know how good, thought Kitty, as very contented sexually for the first time all day; she went to go upstairs but was stopped by:
"But did those coppers search you or accost you?"
Kitty's mum looked concerned.
Significantly, she added, "The busted door!"
"Oh, search me!" said our sassy brunette, "Yeah, mum, of course. I frigging got it! The whole nasty, unlawful, indecent body cavity search. The two pricks double groped me, and shit, they double penetrated me!"
Sharon yelped, hands to her face, "Oh no! I'll ring our lawyer! Oh, oh, honey! Oh, kitten—No!"
Quickly, cuddling her daughter.
"Just kidding, mum — as if."
Catherine painted her angel face as she slid out of the cloying embrace.
"Oh, you naughty, naughty girl," said Mrs Summerville, but she was already ringing for a locksmith to repair the door.
Our nubile slutette smiled nicely over her shoulder to her mum as she left the kitchen but was already thinking: Naughty didn't half cover it …degenerate maybe…depraved possibly!
Mmm, then, No…no self-judgement.
Kitty remembered hearing once in the school chapel a long time ago a sermon saying… the more we search ourselves, the less likely we are to find ourselves.
No…
She determined that as adults…. we find ourselves all right — most comprehensively in sex — and we should embrace what we privately or consensually discover and ignite.