TABOO TALES(erotica)

Justine’s whole front was now exposed to her daughter’s best friend. “Oh jeesh, I had no idea,” Janette said, dazzled by the big tits capped by the big dark aureole and the thickest, longest, darkest nipples ever.Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive © material.

“How dare you!” the exhibitionistic mother said in a halting, husky voice, as if that was what vanilla behavior demanded she say. She tried to back up but her ass and thighs were already up against the table in the tiny dinette.

“You should be ashamed, walking around covered with your daughter’s pussy juice!”

“What? What are you-”

Without thinking, Janette grabbed for the huge nipples, holding each one at its base with a thumb and index finger. Even with her broad thumb, over an inch of the huge stalks extended above her fingers. Justine’s knees buckled and she sank to her knees for the second time in ten minutes.

Janette rapidly tied the black belt from the robe in a figure eight around the sub mother’s 34Cs, squeezing the big mounds till the belt forced them up and out. “Don’t move,” she warned.

The girl strode into the master bedroom. There was an armoire in addition to the main closet. Janette pulled on the handle but it was locked. She stood on her toes, reaching above the armoire, and immediately found the key. Swinging open both doors, she had discovered a serious toy collection. Every major piece of bondage gear was there, all well made and expensive.

She grabbed two handfuls and returned to the dinette, a gleeful smile on her face. Her new sub hadn’t moved and was looking more gorgeous than ever. Janette dumped the devices from her overflowing hands onto the table. “That’s quite a collection in your armoire.” Justine looked up just in time to be collared, gasping at the heap of metal and leather gear that Janette had piled onto the table. “You must have been a sub for a long time to have gathered so much expensive stuff.”

Janette stuck a small pair of clamps onto the burgeoning, swarthy nipples, amazed at the huge dusky nipple flesh that bulged out above the clamp. She compensated for the lightweight clamps by attaching two long chains with heavy metal links. Janette was correct: Justine accepted the nipple pain like a well-trained sub. So Janette clamped the comely MILF’s thick clit hood, added a long thin chain, and clipped the end to the D-ring in the front of the slave collar. Janette stood back to appraise her work. Not bad, but not enough. Justine’s eyelids fluttered, swooning with shock and excitement.

The time was almost noon. The teen felt hungry, so she opened the frig to see if there was a piece of fruit. She forgot about her snack when she saw several large storage containers, stacked on several shelves. They were all filled to the brim. Instantly, Janette knew what they contained. She was staggered.

“Where did you get these, you cum slut?” she asked Justine. But the sensuous sub only shook her head, resistant.

“All right,” Janette conceded. She gathered the compliant older woman’s nipple chains and pulled up on them. The docile, sultry sub scrambled to her feet and was led a few feet to the living room, where her new Mistress shoved her down so she was sitting on the edge of the coffee table. Automatically, Justine spread her limber, toned legs to the outside of the table legs, her dusky, chunky labia spreading apart, her pussy drenched with arousal at the hands of her daughter’s fiercely dominating best friend.

Janette held a spreader bar against the rear of the sweating sub’s waist and attached the enticing mother’s wrists to the bar. The dominating girl raised one of Justine’s ankles and raised it from the floor to the corner of the coffee table, strapping it tightly. She bound the other ankle the same way. Justine’s legs and thighs were now pointing up and out, with her knees at the highest point. So her groin was completely, obscenely exposed. Janette took a moment to admire the toned thighs, jutting clot and wet inner lips, juicing so much that Justine’s puckered hole was already saturated with cunt juice.

Janette picked up another of Justine’s penis gags. Although it was mostly hollow, so the reservoir could hold as much cum as possible, it had been designed to have the approximate stiffness and flexibility of a real cock. On the side of the base was a small red button that she’d never seen before. Janette pushed the button but nothing happened. Justine realized it was the brand new one she’d just bought. But she hadn’t noticed the red button when she’d bought it online.

“Last chance,” she offered. “Where’s it from?”

“I – I was away, away on vacation.”

“That’s it? That tells me nothing.”

She opened the container, poured the cold ingredient into a bowl, microwaved it and carefully poured the thick steaming contents into the penis gag, plugging the thick gag, inserting the gag into a head harness, and strapping the harness tightly to her new sub’s head, shoving the broad cock between the cock slut’s meaty lips.

Justine was stupefied to watch Janette attach a pussy clamp to each of her hefty labia, fasten cords to the clamps, lead the cords to her wrist cuffs, and tie the cords tightly, pulling her lips wider than ever before and stretching them beyond belief. The bound sub uttered a flurry of muffled sounds through the heavy penis gag.

Janette was nothing if not thorough. She picked up a modestly proportioned, 4-inch anal dildo, applied lube liberally, positioned it at the dark-haired sub’s dusky, crinkly wet hole, and slowly pushed it into her bottom’s bottom. Justine shook and whimpered with pleasure. However, Janette was surprised that the black dildo slid in so easily. Much too easily. So she pulled out the toy, to Justine’s grumble of disappointment, and marched back to the armoire in the master bedroom, seeking something more substantial. Hurriedly, she grabbed the largest anal dildo she saw.

Upon Janette’s return, she greased up the larger, 6-inch tool, placed the black shaft at the slightly gaping ring and carelessly shoved the head into the dark circle. This time, Justine didn’t whimper with pleasure, she gasped with pain. Janette couldn’t get more than half of the head inside. Then she remembered what she’d learned from Matt: always lube and go slowly. She withdrew the shaft, drenched in a thick coat of lubricant and slowly twisted the fake glans into the hole, rotating the shaft.

Justine produced a string of “Ugghhh!”s and “Ahhhh!”s as the huge dick plowed into her asshole. She guessed that Janette was way too inexperienced to know that only a well-trained, harshly used anal slut like Justine could have accepted the monster so readily. Janette wasn’t satisfied until the entire six inches was lodged up into Justine, who quivered and writhed in a massive cum, her hips bucking and groin gyrating frenziedly, causing the cords attached to the cunt lip clamps to stretch the abused labia even further.

As soon as Justine came down from her high, her eyes widened. Janette, perspiring from her exertions in the stuffy apartment, had stripped off her blouse and shorts, revealing a matching pair of expensive lace underwear. Justine ogled the teen’s luscious body, realizing that their bodies were so similar that Janette could be her own daughter.

The bra had plenty of lace in the decolletage and side boob areas, but none at all in the middle, exposing the beautiful girl’s large aureoles and thick nipples. Through the light gray fabric, Justine could see faint horizontal striations across the girl’s tits. Did that mean the girl would flog Justine’s tits?

Justine was stunned: this dominating teen was also a submissive who received discipline. But from whom? Certainly Angie would have known if Janette had a boyfriend. Justine had specifically asked Angie, who looked uncomfortable with the question and then replied, “I know that Janette definitely does not have a boyfriend.”

The boy shorts had lace on the hips, but the girl’s mons was totally visible, pussy juice covering the big dark outer lips that made a pronounced camel toe in the the gusset. There were striations across her mound, but darker, broader and angrier than the ones on her tits. Would this dominatrix crop Justine’s pussy?

Janette hefted a crop from the table. Justine shook her head wildly, drops of sweat flying off her black hair, trying to dissuade her tormentor. Janette just smiled. She bypassed the pain-slut mother’s tempting tits and thwacked the crop into Justine’s upper thighs. Justine grimaced from the blow as the mark bloomed on her flesh, but gritting her teeth on the penis gag didn’t release any of the contents.

Justine’s juiced-up pussy was dripping and she knew exactly what anguish was coming next. Janette whacked the crop’s leather flap alternately into the stretched, dusky lips, walloped the wet pink inner lips and swatted the distended clit, as oversized as the aureoles, nipples and labia. With each round thrashing the three throbbing areas, Janette struck harder. Justine’s pussy had never been tormented in quite this way. Where did an 18-year-old learn how to do this?

Janette pressed the red button only for a second. The penis gag lurched backward in its harness, the cock retracting and the shaft collapsing by a couple of inches. Then it sprang forward, spewing its contents with such force that Justine’s head jerked backward, the hot cum jetting against the roof of her mouth. She swallowed the mouthload of hot jizz while she was cumming, her entire torso shuddering.