I Borrowed Your Girlfriend

By Mia Sumner

Kathy stared in shock, her mind reeling with disbelief and betrayal. Yet beneath her righteous anger, a disturbing thrill ran through her at the debauched sight. She hated how her body responded, even as some dark part of her yearned to watch as Beth serviced her Bratty niece. Her nipples stiffened as she inhaled the musky scent of sex in the air. Her eyes widened, taking in the debauched scene, locking like magnets both to the exposed breasts of her niece and to the sight of her own girlfriend’s red hair between Marissa’s legs.

“Hey Kath. You said to make myself at home while you were at work and I was home from college, but I got bored, so I borrowed your girlfriend.” Marissa’s stare openly challenged Kathy to say or do something. “She is quite talented.” Kathy shifted her weight from foot to foot, unable to hold Marissa’s penetrating gaze. The wet sounds of Beth feasting on her niece made Kathy’s pussy throb, vividly reminding her of just how that tongue felt.

Beth, turned her head towards Kathy, becoming aware of her presence, her big eyes begging for forgiveness. Before she could speak though, Marissa casually slapped her cheek and grabbing her hair guided Beth’s mouth back to her pussy. Kathy flinched as Marissa slapped her girlfriend, jealousy, and humiliation burning in her gut. And yet, she was transfixed by the lewd sight. Marissa’s smooth thighs glistened with Beth’s saliva as she ground herself against her face. Kathy’s heart clenched at the way Beth chose Marissa over her. She couldn’t bear to lose her, even worse to her own niece.

“Uh-uh pet, did I say you could stop?” She scolded. “Turns out your girlfriend’s got a thing for young pussy. And the way you’re looking at me, I bet you do too, Aunty.”

Kathy’s cheeks burned with humiliation, hating herself for being aroused by this depraved scene. She pulled her eyes away from the slim girl’s small boobs back up to her face, only to be greeted by a condescending smirk from her niece. Her stomach churned with self-loathing, even as her clit pulsed with a forbidden want.

“Admit it Aunty. You wish you could taste me too, don’t you? Say it, or I’ll tell Mom everything.”

Kathy froze, paralyzed, her heart pounded, knowing she should resist and yet desperate to avoid exposure. Ever so slowly, she nodded her head. The words stuck in her throat, warring with this forbidden desire. “Yes.” She finally whispered, hating how the admission sent tingles through her body.

“That’s what I thought, Aunty. Guess you’ll have to settle for watching though won’t you?” Marissa’s grin was triumphant, her voice dripping with condescension. She was always one to push limits and having seized control, she wasn’t going to let it go.

“Go fetch your strap on, I know you two lezzies will have one, you want to hear how loud I can make your girlfriend moan, don’t you?. If you’re a good girl, I may even let you stay in the room tonight. Oh, and on the way… call Mom and let her know I’m staying with you for a few extra days!”