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MRWADE.209                                         By Master Wade







                           Summer Time



                           Chapter Two







     Master Wade turned on a few lights and turned to find Summer

and Monica embracing each other in the center of the living room. 

Summer seemed to be the one who had initiated the kiss, and it

excited Master Wade to watch the hungry way she kissed his slave so

fully on the mouth.  Already aroused, he felt his cock growing even

stiffer as they clung to each other and ground their bodies

together.

     Summer reached between them and hastily worked Monica's skirt

up, pushing her hand down in the tiny panties, working her fingers

into Monica's already wet pussy.  Monica moaned and struggled to

keep her footing as she opened her legs wider for the young

stripper.  Opening her legs was one thing that Monica did

especially well, and Master Wade loved to see her do it, whether it

was for a sexy young girl like Summer, or for a guy with a raging

hardon.

     Ordinarily, Master Wade would have watched for a while,

enjoying the play before involving himself in the action.  But the

young blonde was so damn good looking that he was struck with a

sudden urge to fuck one of them.

     Walking up behind Monica as he unzipped his pants and reached

in to take out his cock, Master Wade pulled Monica's dress up to

her waist and pressed his member between her legs.  Grabbing a

handful of Monica's hair, he pulled her mouth away from Summer and

turned her head to kiss her full on the mouth.  He kept his eyes on

Summer's face and saw her smile at his early involvement.  He felt

her fingers against his cock as he pressed himself further between

Monica's thighs, and was not surprised when he felt Summer slide

her fingers out of his wife and begin pressing the head of his cock

into her sopping wet slit.

     Bending at the knees, Master Wade hunched at Monica's ass,

shoving his dick up into her with long stabs which brought more

moans from her.  Breaking their kiss, and pulling her head back

further away from Summer, he looked straight into Summer's eyes and

spoke to her:

     "Monica loves to fuck, Summer," he said, hotly, his hips

pumping regularly against his wife.

     "Does she?", Summer replied, smiling, her hand tickling at his

balls, her eyes locked on his.

     "Yes, she does.  And she loves to be pressed against a sweet

young thing like you when she's being fucked.  Do you like watching

her get fucked, Summer?"

     "I do, Master Wade," she replied, licking her lips sensuously,

her face only inches away from his.

     "I like to kiss blondes when I fuck brunettes, Summer," Master

Wade whispered, his face moving closer to hers.

     "Then kiss this one, Master," Summer replied, her voice soft

and full of promise.

     Their lips met, Summer moving her free hand to the back of his

head, her long slim fingers pulling him closer.  His hand still

full of Monica's hair, and her head still pulled to the side to

give him room to french kiss the other woman, Master Wade fucked

harder against his wife/slut's ass as his tongue met and danced

against that of the young stripper.  He felt Monica's head turn

slightly so that she could watch the kiss, and he felt her cunt

muscles tightening against his cock.  Monica loved being fucked

while he kissed another woman, and she ran her hands over Summer's

ass, cupping her cheeks, spreading them as much as possible within

the confines of the tight denim.

     The blonde kissed hungrily, and the flavor of her lipstick was

new and exciting to Master Wade.  He loved the way she played her

long fingernails against his balls, encouraging him to fuck Monica,

and he loved the smell of her perfume and the feel of her long hair

as it brushed his face.

     Monica's mind reeled, as it often had in the past, with the

implications of what was happening.  Her husband's mind was full of

the young blonde stripper, even though his cock was inside her.

Which of them was he really fucking?  Was Monica the subject of his

desire, or was the other woman?  Was she, at this moment in time,

only a cunt to recieve his throbbing cock and the outpouring of his

sperm?  The humiliation of such usage, rather than angering her or

making her feel less special, only excited her.  She felt his hand

pulling her head away roughly so that he could kiss the blonde,

moving her out of the way so that he could get to the lips and

tongue of someone else.

     Perhaps he was even thinking of what it would be like to fuck

Summer, Monica thought.  Perhaps he is pretending that his cock is

really in her pussy, that it is her spasming pussy which is milking

his dick as he works his hips back and forth.

     Monica groaned and pushed her ass back at her Master.  As long

as she had anything to do with it his sexual desires would always

be satisfied, no matter what it meant that she must do.  It IS her

pussy, Master, she thought to herself as she hunched back at him.

Think of it as hers, my husband, my Master.  Feel her clenching

cunt walls, fill her with your hot white cum.  Let ME be the cunt,

the whore, the slut, the piece that helps you realize your every

fantasy, even those fantasies of being with other women!

     Summer broke the kiss and pressed her panting mouth near

Master Wade's ear.

     "Fuck me!", she whispered hotly.  "Feel my pussy! Fuck me deep

and hard....God how I love your hot cock inside my young body!"

     Master Wade's head shook involuntarily at the hot whispering

comments of the fully-dressed stranger who was pushing him closer

and closer to orgasm.  He felt his legs growing weak and a

tightening in his stomach which matched the whirring buzz growing

in his head.

     Releasing Monica's head, Master Wade moved his hands to her

hips and held her tightly to him as he drove his cock in and out of

her from behind with a vengeance.  Summer stepped back, breaking

their hold on her and watched them fuck, her hands moving over her

young body, caressing her full breasts, sliding across the tight

denim to caress her own sex.

     Monica bent over, her hands on her knees, and braced herself

as best she could against the driving force of his fucking.  She

raised her head and watched the blonde touching herself.  She

tightened her cunt muscles, begging her Master to come inside her.

     With a raspy, almost eerie moan, Master Wade began coming

inside the bent over wife/slut's horny little pussy.  He drove

himself against her, fucking her with such force that they clung

desparately to the edge of the balance necessary to remain

standing.  His cock jerked and spasmed inside her, his cum spurting

out into the bent-over-brunette.

     When it was over, Master Wade released his slave and pushed

his still leaking cock back into his pants.  Monica's hand moved to

her pussy and began rubbing it hotly.  She needed to make it

herself!

     "Stand up and let Summer see you do it, Monica", he said,

smiling at her.

     Monica stood from her bent over position and raised her skirt

with one hand while she rubbed at her sex with the other.  The two

girls stood, their eyes glued on each other as they caressed their

bodies, separated by a distance that could be closed at any moment

by the speaking of a few words.

     Walking around behind the young blonde, who was still

caressing herself through her clothes, Master Wade brushed her hair

back and kissed her on the neck.  He slid his arms around her and

began unzipping the tight denim jeans as he watched Monica rubbing

her crotch.

     "Do you want her pussy, Monica?", he asked, teasingly, as he

began tugging the tight jeans down over her full hips.

     Monica tried to reply, and her mouth moved to form the words,

but nothing came out.  She rubbed hotly and nodded, her eyes glued

to his hands and the revelation of Summer's body.  She knew she

could come at any moment, and she wanted to desparately, but she

didn't want to miss what would come next.  With her Master, there

was always something coming next.

     Master Wade knelt behind the blonde and pulled the jeans down

her long, beautiful legs.  She stepped out of them gracefully,

managing to get her feet out of them without losing her high heels

in the process.

     Standing again, Master Wade began tugging the tight top upward

over the wonderful breasts.  The material caught them and pulled

them upward, and they sprang heavily free when he pulled it past

the long rigid nipples.  Now the girl was nude except for a tiny

white g-string and the black heels.  She ran her hand down into her

panties, tossing her head back as her fingers entered the hungry

opening of her sex.  His hands moved around to cup and fondle her

breasts, and Summer moaned as her excitement grew by leaps and

bounds.

     "Look at her tits, Monica," he said, hotly, kissing the naked

shoulders of the young stripper.  "She likes for her tits to be

looked at, Monica.  See the legs?  How long they are?  How full the

thighs, and how soft?  Her thighs are for girls to kiss, Monica."

     Monica trembled visibly, her right hand working feverishly at

her pussy.

     "I want some, Master," she cooed, her voice hot and broken

with passion.

     "She wants some of your pussy, Summer," he whispered to the

young blonde girl.  "Everyone wants your pussy.  The girls who

strip with you want it.  The men who pay money to watch you take

your clothes off want your pussy.  Monica wants her tongue inside

it."

     Summer pulled her fingers out of her hole and pushed her g-

string downward, expertly working it off her legs without bending

over or moving away from his grasp.  Monica stared at her, seeing

the well-trimmed triangle of pussy hair which stopped just at the

top of her slit.  Her mouth watered.

     "Spread it open for her, Summer," Master Wade hissed.  "Show

the hungry little pussy eating girl what you have waiting for her."

     Summer moved her hands to her sex and pulled the lips back,

exposing her pink, wet, inner lips to the other woman.  She bent

slightly at the knees, pushing her sex out toward Monica.

     "I'm ready," Summer said, hotly, her hips moving in tiny

circles.

     Master Wade grinned broadly.  "You are, huh?  You're ready to

be eaten?"

     "Yes!", Summer replied, quivering slightly, eager to rub her

clitoris again, but not wanting to move her fingers or close her

opened cunt to Monica's gaze.

     Master Wade pinched her nipples with his fingers, taking them

tightly between his thumb and forefinger and clamping down on them,

pulling them out away from the show-girl tits.  He pinched them

harder and harder until she cried out and then released them

suddenly.

     "Sit on the couch and spread for her, Summer," he said, moving

away from her.

     Summer walked to the couch and sat in the center of it, with

her ass carefully positioned at the edge.  She leaned back, opening

her legs widely, her feet planted flat on the floor and wide apart. 

She looked fantastic, all naked and spread open, her lips wet with

juice, her nipples hard and long, the expression on her face one of

genuine need and desire.

     "Now, Master?", Monica asked, eager to go to her.

     "Take the fingers out and lick them clean, Monica," he

replied. "Pull the dress down.  This will not be a naked stripping

girl who eats our Summer.  This will be a fully-dressed married

woman with cum in her pussy.  Do you want her juice on your face,

my little slut?"

     "Oh yes, Master!", Monica replied, pushing her dress down over

her legs and licking the last drop of her own pussy juice from her

fingers.

     "Kneel between her legs, Monica.  Begin at her knees and kiss

her soft young flesh.  Smell her cunt and ass and feel the slick

wet juice of her adorable pussy on your lips and tongue."

     Monica walked quickly to the couch and knelt as her Master had

ordered her to do.  There had been a time when she could not have

considered doing what she was about to do...when she would not have

even thought it pleasant, much less exciting.  That time was long

past, however, and she knelt between this young stripper's legs

with the full knowledge that she would have done it gladly and

freely, even if not commanded to do it by her Master.  She WANTED

this juice in her mouth.  She WANTED to eat the girl, to sniff at

her vagina and anus.  She wanted to lick her crack, to smell and

taste her, to make her come and feel the rise and fall of her sexy

young hips.

     Summer looked over at him as Monica took her position between

her wide-spread legs.  She liked being watched, even in as intimate

a situation as this one.  She had known for years that her body was

special and beautiful, and it gave her great pleasure to show it,

to expose it, to let people see her most intimate parts.  She

wanted this man to watch her orgasm, to see her grow hotter and

hotter and to see her grind her pussy against his wife's face.  She

wanted him to hear the embarassing grunts of her orgasm, to see how

lewdly and lustily she would come.  She wanted him, both of them,

to know how much she needed exactly what she was about to get.

     Master Wade pulled a small chair up close to them so that he

could see well what his slave was about to do.  He loved to watch

pussy eating.  He loved seeing his slave put her mouth on the other

woman's pussy, seeing her tongue lick deeply into the folds of her

vagina, seeing her put her tongue against the rosebud of another

woman's asshole.

     At this moment, Master Wade envied his slave.  He wanted to

kiss the thighs himself, to smell the young blonde girl's sex, to

taste her sweet juices.  And he would.  But now it was time for the

girls to play and for him to watch with fascination and amusement.

     Monica trembled with excitement as she kissed her way along

Summer's left leg.  There was something almost unbearably erotic

about another woman holding her legs so wide apart.  And these legs

were perfect, with skin like alabaster, shaped as if modeled

carefully by a skillful artist.

     She kissed with her eyes opened, glancing from time to time

between the legs to the ultimate object of her attention.  She

watched as Summer moved one hand slowly down her stomach, using two

fingers to spread the lips open once more.  Monica marveled at the

beauty of the young girl's cunt.  Her lips were smooth, almost

totally unwrinkled, the little hood covering her clitoris perfect

and pink, the opening which led up into the girl's body clearly

defined and round, not stretched, but not virginal either.  It was

a pussy which had been used and taken, fucked and fingered, and

which perhaps more than anything else, begged to be kissed and

tongued.

     Summer arched her back as Monica neared her sex.  She loved

the feeling of her breasts pushing out away from her chest, and she

loved the way they looked, the stiff nipples rising like little

sentinels, offering themselves sacrificially with passionate

disregard for what might be done with them.

     Monica could smell it now.  It was a smell she had come to

love, and yet this pussy was somehow different than the others in

it's own unique way.  Summer pussy, she thought to herself, summer

pussy ripe and blooming, hot and simmering before her.  She licked

her lips and moved her mouth more quickly toward the sex of the

young girl who so anxiously awaited her kisses.

     Summer quivered at the first touch of Monica's tongue on her

sex.  She felt her nipples grow even more rigid, and she pushed her

chest out even further, turning again to look at the woman's

husband who sat calmly, watching it all unfold before him.  When

her eyes met his, she felt herself speaking mentally to him, trying

to communicate her pleasure without words.  Yes, I do love that she

is there, that her tongue is now licking me.  And yes, I do love

that you are watching me give it to her, that you are seeing how

hot her mouth makes me.  We are pussy eating girls, your wife and

I.  See how we love to perform for you?  See how much pleasure you

give us by allowing us this freedom with each other?

     Monica pressed her tongue between the folds of Summer's sex,

deeper and deeper until her lips were pressed against the wet

vaginal lips and until she could feel the brush of Summer's soft

pubic hair against her nose.  She felt and tasted the wetness, and

her nostrils flared to gather in the scent.  Pussy.  God, how she

loved it.

     Moving her head back ever so slightly, Monica slid her tongue

back and up, searching for the stiff little nub of Summer's

clitoris.  She felt the young blonde raise her hips slightly,

orienting and aiming her sex, making it easier for Monica to lick

the hot little clit.  Finding it, Monica circled it with her

tongue, flicking and licking, sensitive to the reaction of the hot

long-legged blonde, eager to bring pleasure to her with her mouth,

tongue and lips.

     Summer gasped slightly, her eyes still glued on Master Wade's,

and moved her hips slightly in response to Monica's skillful

caresses.  She wished her clitoris was six inches long so that the

hot little slave girl could suck her off, and she pushed up at

Monica's mouth, trying to shove the little nub into her mouth.  She

felt Monica slide her tongue back into her mouth and was aware of

her swallowing.  It pleased her to know that her juices were now

inside the brunette's body.  Then the tongue was stabbing at her

clitoris again, circling, teasing.  Now the touch of lips and a

suck, now the tongue, flicking, making her squirm in her nakedness

on the couch.

     Summer could feel the silk blouse which Monica wore against

her naked legs as Monica's hands slid sensuously up and down her

thighs.  It had been a long time since anyone other than the

strippers had eaten her.  None of them were any hungrier for her

than Monica, and none of them had ever excited her more.  Yes, I

was made to be eaten, she thought to herself.  Made to open my

legs, to spread them, to give juice to hungry mouths.

     And to fuck, she thought, her mind dancing back to Master Wade

momentarily, but only momentarily, as she felt Monica's tongue

leaving her clitoris and sliding down through her wet lips toward

her anus.  She raised her hips, hoping to give Monica the room she

needed.  She felt her body tremble slightly as she lifted herself

off the couch, her body now more off the couch than on.

     Monica's nose was now sliding through the lips as her mouth

and tongue moved lower and lower.  She felt the juice wetting it,

and was filled with the wonderful aroma of the blonde girl's sex.

She could eat this sweet young thing for hours, and would gladly.

But now it was not pussy that she sought, or which filled her

imagination, but ass.  Sweet young slut ass.

     Master Wade watched the stripper raise her body off the couch.

Every movement she made was a dance, every minute change of

position a stroke of the artist's brush.  She was sex personified,

in everything she did, and it struck him that his position was in

one way superior to that of his hungry slave, who could not see the

big picture, but only the intimacy of the other woman's crotch.

     Monica felt her tongue slide out of the girl's slit and across

the little spot between pussy and ass.  She searched for her anus

and found it, circling it with the tip of her tongue, wetting it

and pushing against it.  It was a naughty thing to lick an ass,

even the ass of a beauty such as this one, but Monica did it with

relish, hungry for the taste and smell of it.  She felt Summer

quiver again and pressed her tongue more forcefully against the

puckered little opening, trying to put it inside.

     "Unghh!", Summer moaned, her first vocal outburst.  She moved

her hands to Monica's head and pulled it tightly to her, pushing

her asshole against the tongue of the married slave slut.  Her eyes

were not on Master Wade now, but on the head of the girl between

her legs.  She wanted to fuck her ass on the girl's tongue, to

screw the girl with her anus.  She felt Monica's nose being pressed

into her pussy and ground back at it, wanting a double fuck, nose

in cunt, tongue in ass.

     Monica found it hard to breathe, but she struggled

cooperatively to do so, wanting to keep her nose and tongue where

they were.  She loved all the sensations she was experiencing,

especially the way Summer pulled her face and head tightly, forcing

her cunt and ass against her.  She was aware of a mixture of pussy

juice and cum leaking and running down her leg, and she wanted more

than she could say to rub herself, but there was no time for that

now.  Now it was time to eat ass.  Blonde girl ass.  Sweet young

ass.

     "Let me suck you hard," Summer suddenly said to Master Wade,

turning to him, her eyes glazed over with lust.

     Master Wade smiled.  He could oblige her, although he was sure

it wouldn't take long.  He stood, pulling his cock from his pants

once more.  Monica's pussy juice had begun to dry on his dick, but

it would soon be cleaned by the hungry stripper's mouth.  Moving to

the couch, and laying one of the side cushions down to help raise

himself to her level, he knelt beside the naked blonde and moved

her head toward his crotch.

     Summer opened her mouth and found the semi-erect cock quickly.

She loved the feeling of it sliding against her tongue and between

her lips and immediately felt it begin to grow harder inside her

warm cavern.  Monica was stabbing her tongue against her anus now,

and she loved the feeling of being entered at top and bottom, cock

in mouth, tongue in asshole, nose in pussy.  She sucked, swirling

her tongue around the thick shaft of Master Wade's cock, feeling it

grow in length, feeling his balls slap against her chin.

     Summer was struck by a sudden desire for Monica to know what

she was doing, and she grabbed a handful of her hair and raised her

head abrubtly so that she could see her Master fucking her mouth. 

Her own need quickly overcame her, however, and she pushed Monica's

head back down again, hunching back at her as the cock in her mouth

grew ever longer and harder.

     Master Wade reached down and began working the blonde's

nipples again, as he watched Monica hungrily tongue fucking her

asshole.  He pinched them hard, as hard as possible, thrilled by

the responsiveness of the sweet young girl to the pain he brought

her breasts.  If anything, she sucked him even more eagerly,

cleaning his cock of Monica's juices, stroking him and making his

balls fill with cum once more.  He placed his left hand behind her

head and began fucking in and out of it, pinching her nipples,

watching her arch her back, seeing her legs spread wide, his

wife/slut hungrily at work between them.

     Releasing the girl's nipples, Master Wade slid his hand down

her belly, pushing his fingers between her pubic mound and his

wife's face until he found her clitoris.  He rubbed the little nub

back and forth quickly and forcefully, grinning as the cock sucking

blonde began hunching faster and faster.  He listened with

amusement as she began grunting, and allowed her excitement to grow

quickly until she was just at the point of orgasm before stopping

and moving his fingers back to her nipples once more.  He repeated

this over and over, making the quivering blonde squirm and moan,

only to stop her without letting her come.  She sucked at him

greedily, hoping to make him squirt, sure that she could somehow

take his mind of this teasing voyage he was so unmercifully taking

her body on.

     Monica pressed hard with her tongue, pushing it against the

resistance of the young blonde girl's sphincter muscle.  Little by

little she got her tongue in, opening her mouth to push as much of

her tongue as possible up into the girl's ass.  She felt her

Master's fingers moving rapidly against her forehead, and she knew

that the blonde would not be able to last much longer.  Summer's

pussy was drenched now, and the juices bubbled and gurgled in

Monica's nostrils as she breathed the sweet aroma of the girl's sex

and tasted the acrid nastiness of her asshole.

     Summer felt it coming like a train.  Her body locked, every

muscle clenching, her back stiff, the muscles in her legs

quivering. She felt Master Wade grab her head more tightly and fuck

at her mouth more rapidly, his cockhead striking the back of her

throat and pushing down into it as he fucked her deeply.  The first

wave of her orgasm hit her hard, in the pit of her stomach, and

then it came wave-like, rushing from all parts of her to her pussy,

exploding in her clitoris and her nipples, in the small of her

back, along the length of her calves.

     Suddenly she was aware that he was coming in her mouth and she

swallowed quickly, almost gagging, her own orgasm still exploding

in her, the tongue still screwing her ass, the fingers still

rubbing her clitoris raw, the nose still poking into her young

cunt.

     After what seemed like an eternity, during which time Master

Wade had pulled himself out of her mouth and wiped the last drops

of cum in her blonde hair, Summer's orgasm wound itself down, until

she was filled with a warm glow and laying limp on the couch.

     Master Wade and Monica sat on either side of her, holding her,

taking turns kissing her softly and lovingly, and caressing her

soft nakedness, allowing her to catch her breath.

     "Master, may I please eat her some more before she goes

home?", Monica asked, softly, her head laying on Summer's shoulder.

     "I think it's my turn," Summer said, taking Monica's hand in

hers.  "I want to taste you too, you know."

     "I think that Summer may want to call her friends and let them

know that she'll not be coming home for the night, Monica. 

Wouldn't you like to just spend the night with us, Summer?", he

asked.

     "Yes.  I still want you to fuck me," she said, kissing Master

Wade tenderly on the cheek.  "I want you to fuck me, and I want

Monica to watch.  And I want you to take some photographs of me. 

And tie me up.  And spank me.  Do you have a dog?"



                             The End



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