Fantasies Incorporated - The Complete Collection

by Bridy McAvoy

  Finally Laura placed the foot gently on the floor and picked up the other one to repeat the process. A few minutes later, she spoke softly to Isla.

  “Is that better?”

  “Oh, much. That was so nice. You should do that for a living.”

  Before Laura could reply there was a loud noise from the other side of the room. Ellis had obviously succumbed to the effects of the alcohol. The combination half snore and half snort, made the two women giggle conspiratorially.

  “Another drink?”

  Isla realized her own glass was empty and realized she’d enjoyed it so much she really wanted another.

  “Sure, I’ll get them. You sit still.”

  Laura jumped up and quickly mixed the two drinks and handed Isla hers.

  “You enjoyed that massage?”

  “Definitely. As I said, you should do that professionally.”

  “I bet I can make you relax even more.”

  Without waiting for an answer, Laura dropped back to a kneeling position in front of Isla and casually picked up Isla’s left foot once more. She shifted position and this time placed the foot on her chest, nestling into her cleavage before placing her hands on Isla’s ankle.

  The married woman tensed at the somewhat intimate contact with another woman’s chest and then relaxed as the combination of the soothing movements on her calf and the effects of the alcohol worked on her.

  * * * *

  Isla felt herself drifting away on the pleasurable sensation as Laura continued to work her hands over her lower leg. She allowed her head to loll back once more and closed her eyes as Laura deposited her left foot on the floor and replaced it in its warm bower with Isla’s right. Her whole left leg felt warm and cozy, and she wiggled her toes in the thick carpet in remembrance of where they had just been. After a moment, she brought her head forward and half opened her eyes to look down at the young woman currently working her magic hands on the lower portion of her right leg.

  Slowly Laura worked her hands higher and higher until Isla realized she was now working on the area of her leg just above her knee, no longer below it. Panic flared for a moment as she wondered exactly what the younger woman was doing and then she allowed herself to relax once more, giving in to the pleasurable sensations. Without conscious thought, she wriggled her toes, ensconced as they were in Laura’s cleavage and was rewarded when the other woman shuddered slightly in response. There was no hard line beneath the thin fabric of Laura’s tee shirt and Isla realized she wasn’t wearing a bra.

  Laura slowly worked her hands higher and higher up Isla’s stocking clad thigh, until she reached the hem of the black sequined dress Isla was wearing. Immediately she stopped, lowered her hands back to the knee and began the same low teasing upward movement. The third time she repeated this movement Isla couldn’t help reacting, her own body temperature rising in response to the measured contact. Her legs slipped slightly further apart and her lips parted, allowing her tongue to flick out and wet them. Her toes began to flex on Laura’s torso once more, the full set of signs of her increasing arousal obvious to the kneeling woman. Isla watched through her partially closed eyes as Laura smiled broadly, obviously sensing she now had some power over the other woman.

  Isla continued to watch almost lazily, as Laura, emboldened by the induced reactions began to push her hands higher still, this time catching the hem of the dress and pushing it higher. When her fingers reached the naked skin above the lace top of the holdup stocking Isla gasped at the sudden shock of the contact. Immediately Laura stopped and removed the foot from her cleavage, before replacing it with the left one once more. There was no fooling around below the knee this time, the knowing hands immediately starting at mid-thigh and working upward until the skirt had been lifted clear on both sides.

  Despite never allowing another woman to touch her like this, Isla could feel her own body responding without conscious control. When Laura transferred one hand to the other leg and began to massage the inside of both thighs simultaneously, Isla allowed her legs to relax further apart. As soon as Laura indicated she wanted more room, simply by applying more pressure to her legs, Isla complied. Soon her dress was up around her crotch level and her legs were lewdly spread. She knew from her vantage point Laura would clearly be able to see her panties. Isla didn’t care anymore, at that moment she knew she was surrendering to the experience, one she had never expected to encounter, her alcohol befuddled brain unable to come up with a rationalisation not to give in.

  “Is this what you want, Isla?”

  The low voiced question told Isla the seductress knew she was clearly aware of what was happening to her. She licked her lips and tried to answer but found words wouldn’t come out so she simply nodded yes.

  Laura slid her hands up the inside of Isla’s naked thighs to within an inch of the crotch band of her panties. Isla tensed at the almost intimate contact and relaxed as Laura slowly drew her hands back down to the stocking tops. This time as they crept up, Isla managed not to tense up but couldn’t suppress the gasp that the contact forced from her. Laura chuckled.

  “You really are liking this, aren’t you?”

  Isla nodded, her eyes closed once more.

  “I think you’ll like this even more.”

  Laura slowly lowered Isla’s foot to the floor and Isla heard a rustle of clothing. A moment later she could feel the younger woman changing her position and moving between her legs. Without warning a pair of soft lips closed on the soft flesh of her leg just above the elastic band of her stocking. This time the gasp was more of a moan and Isla lifted her head to peer down at what the other woman was doing.

  All Isla could see was the broad expanse of Laura’s naked back as the chestnut hair moved around high between her legs. She realized the movement she had sensed and the rustling noise she had heard, had been the younger woman removing her top. The lips were slowly kissing their way higher and Isla couldn’t help spreading her legs wider still in anticipation of them reaching their obvious eventual target.

  Finally, after what seemed like an eternity to the fully aroused married woman, Laura’s fingers and more importantly mouth arrived at the thoroughly damp crotch of her panties. The moan she let out was very loud and realizing this, she guiltily glanced over at the comatose figure of her husband still sprawled where they lad left him in the chair on the other side of the room. Breathing a small sigh of relief that she hadn’t woken him, she gave herself over to the sensations the younger woman was gifting to her.

  Slowly, very slowly, she felt Laura ease her finger tips in the side of the panty crotch and teasingly move it to one side. A moment later she felt Laura’s hot breath on her naked pussy for the first time, followed by a slow sensuous touch that could only be the tip of the younger woman’s tongue flicking along the line of her pussy slit.

  “Oh!”

  The touch continued, rising and falling as Laura stabbed her tongue again and again, each time at different spots along the line until she reached the very top, teased the area around her still hooded clit for a moment and then returned south once more.

  “Please!”

  “Please what, Isla?”

  The words were muffled from Laura’s position between her thighs.

  “Please… More.”

  “You want more, do you? Well, you’re a little overdressed for that you know.”

  Laura sat up, clearly unconcerned that Isla could now see her pert breasts sticking out from her chest, the nipples already hard.

  “Time to lose the clothes sweetie, stand up.”

  Laura leaned forward and grasped Isla’s hands and gently tugged her, firstly into an upright sitting position and finally to stand on her suddenly very shaky legs. The younger woman chuckled and allowed Isla to drape her arms over her shoulders whilst her own hands went to the thin spaghetti tie straps at the top of dress. A moment later the slip knots were undone and her gentle fingers were working their magic on the zip at the back of the dress.

  I
hope you’re taking notes Ellis, dear, this girl is good.

  The thought made her guiltily check in her husband once more but he remained completely oblivious, still out for the count.

  Slowly the dress cascaded down from her body to pool in a sequined ring on top of her feet. Without letting her have any kind of a respite Laura slipped her hands into the sides of Isla’s panties and began to slide them down over her hips.

  This is really happening; I’m letting another woman strip me naked. Not only that, I want her to do it, and get naked too!

  As her panties fluttered down to the floor to land on top of the dress, Isla shuddered, unable to suppress the multiple sensations of arousal, and fear that were running rampant through her body.

  “Step out of them.”

  She forced her shaky legs to move and then did as she was told. Laura guided her backward to sit on the couch, in a more central position than before and then under gentle urging allowed herself to slowly recline until she was lying along the couch. She watched through lust lidded eyes as Laura now moved closer until she was standing scant inches from her eyes. She stared mesmerized as the baby sitter slowly unzipped her own short denim skirt and allowed that to drop to the floor. Underneath it the younger woman was naked, not only was she naked but her entire pussy was nude too, completely bald and clean shaven. The lips were puffy, slightly swollen and reddening as they betrayed Laura’s own rising desire.

  “You like what you see, Isla?”

  Isla’s tongue flicked out to lick her lips as her eyes remained fixed on the other woman’s pussy closer to her face than any had ever been. Laura slowly allowed her legs to relax apart, shuffling her feet to expose her entire womanhood to Isla. She reached down and took hold of Isla’s left breast and squeezed it playfully. Isla gasped.

  “I see you do. Now spread your legs, honey.”

  Isla simply did as she was told, surrendering herself to the whim of this other woman. Her legs parted and then tented as she raised her stocking clad legs to provide fuller access to the younger woman. Laura swung her leg over Isla and mounted her, facing south and Isla realized they were now in a classic sixty nine position and for the first time in her life she was looking at another woman’s pussy exactly as her own husband looked at hers.

  One more time she swung her head to see if he hadn’t moved, he hadn’t, and then returned her rapt gaze to the slit that was now slowly sinking back toward her face. Laura’s own head had sunk down toward Isla’s own unprotected pussy and she moaned as she felt the other woman’s tongue penetrate the folds of her sex. She could feel Laura using her fingers to spread her pussy apart as she repeatedly speared her tongue into the soft trembling slit.

  Reaching up, Isla touched Laura’s pussy for the first time, eliciting a grunt from the other woman as she buried her head in the married woman’s groin. Slowly she pulled the fleshly lips apart revealing the darker pink within. Laura stretched backward dropping her pussy to within reach of Isla’s already lifting head. A moment later, Isla slipped her own tongue into another woman’s slit for the first time. She was rewarded by another grunt and a sudden gush of fluids that coated her tongue, lips and chin as Laura’s body reacted to the stimulus.

  The sweet tasting nectar was too much for Isla and her muscles locked as the first spasm swept through her body. Laura sat back onto her face and muffled the sound as the married mother erupted into spasm after spasm as uncontrollable passion swept through her.

  Slowly, gasping for breath Isla came back down from the high. Laura had renewed her assault on Isla’s pussy and realizing she needed to return the favour to the woman who had just done something no other woman had, Isla sank her own face between the legs of the woman straddling her. Soon Isla could hear an almost continual di-phonal stream of grunts. It took her a minute to realize there were actually two sets of sounds, one from Laura and her own as the two women worked their mutual way up to orgasm.

  Within a minute she was experiencing another orgasm and she could feel the wetness Laura pumped out as she too exploded in orgasm on Isla’s face. The noise level was high and for a moment Isla was worried but then let herself be carried away on the wave.

  Suddenly she froze as a shadow moved across her eyes, something was moving between her and the light. She glanced up and noticed a set of male fingers caressing the smooth skin of the ass in front of her. Laura was still quivering from the orgasm that had wracked her and continued to do so as the fingers gradually circled in on her puckered asshole before dipping down into the gaping slit below it to emerge in front of Isla’s eyes coated in juices.

  She couldn’t speak as she watched in both horrified and aroused amazement as the fingers lifted their coating of juice and wiped themselves around the asshole just inches in front of her. She felt the couch shift under additional weight and then watched as one of the fingers slowly pushed its way past Laura’s sphincter.

  “Oh my God!”

  She couldn’t help the involuntary exclamation as her husband’s finger sank into the ass in front of her up to the second knuckle. The couch moved again as he readjusted his position and Laura also pushed back against the invading finger. A moment later, his naked and fully erect penis crossed in front of Isla’s eyes and moved unerringly toward the gaping pussy just inches from her face.

  Isla watched in spellbound awe as the cock she knew so well paused at the opening in front of her before pushing forward. There was so much lubrication on Laura’s pussy there was no friction as it accommodated his girth as he slowly pushed all the way in. Isla was no mere spectator here, Laura hadn’t stopped her expert ministrations on the married woman’s pussy and the highly erotic sight of a pussy stretching itself to accommodate a dick just in front of her face was enough in combination to send her over the edge once more.

  When she came back down from her high and opened her eyes once more they merely confirmed the sounds she was hearing. Ellis’ prick was pushing in and out of the younger woman who was screaming out in her own orgasm as the finger continued to pump in and out of her ass in direct timing with the prick in her pussy.

  His balls were slapping against her face as he continued to fuck the babysitter on top of her and without rationalizing her actions she arched her head back and began to lick at the base of his shaft. As a result she was soon tasting Laura again as the woman’s juices were carried back along the shaft, onto her tongue and from there into her mouth. The three of them were grunting and moaning now in total abandon as they began to near their respective climaxes, the first for Ellis but something like the fourth for Isla.

  “I can’t hold it back.”

  Ellis’s yell was almost incoherent but he retained enough presence of mind to withdraw from the young woman above him and plunge the end of his dick into Isla’s mouth. As stream after stream of stick sperm exploded into her oral cavity, Isla struggled to hold it all. Around the rod she could see his finger still pumping in and out of Laura’s ass together with his thumb repeating the process in the pussy he had just stretched out and then otherwise empty.

  Laura screamed out her own orgasm and the total sensation was too much for Isla, she jolted over into her own spasm and collapsed limply at the bottom of the pile of bodies.

  * * * *

  It could only have been a matter of a couple of minutes but when Isla came around she was the only person on the couch. Moving slowly, still shaky from the intensity of the experience she sat up. Ellis was slumped against the end of the couch, in a sitting position, but appeared to be out for the count. Of Laura or her clothes there was no sign. Isla struggled into a sitting position and fished her dress from the floor and finally stood up, clutching it to her naked body. She could see her stockings were ripped to shreds but paid them no attention as she heard the front door click shut.

  Still shaky, she moved through into the hall and allowed her eyes to focus on the now closed door; obviously Laura had dressed and left. Two things finally clicked in her brain. Firstly, Laura hadn’t even be
en paid for the babysitting job. Secondly, she finally remembered. Carrie, their normal babysitter was an only child. She didn’t have a sister, let alone an older one who went to college!

  There was something tucked into the frame of the window in the door and she moved closer to see what it was. Finally her eyes focused on the business card slipped between the frame and the glass panel. With growing wonder she read it:

  Fantasies Incorporated: Younger Brother

  By: Bridy McAvoy

  All rights reserved

  Copyright © Jun. 2009, Bridy McAvoy

  Cover Art Copyright © Sep 2009, Brightling Spur

  Bluewood Publishing Ltd

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  Younger Brother

  “You know, I’m a little worried about Ben.”

  “Why? Your brother seemed fine to me this morning, Tom.”