1. The Butt Slutt Chronicles


    Date: 9/9/2015, Categories: BDSM, Author: TantricDrummer, Rating: 6, Source: LushStories

    went with her. This meant that any time grabbed from either parent was a competition. Serena did not pout and prance like her younger sister. She didn't learn how to be a Southern belle in the tradition of her mom like her oldest sister. She just fastidiously learned what her father did. It suited her. Finance. Accounting. Ledgers. It was all just so incredibly dry. So utterly un-sexy. But then, that was Serena. She grew up believing she was plain. Next to Elaine, her older sister, she certainly was. As she sat here however, entreating her outgoing and erstwhile friends to not grill her like this, there was a difference. She was the designated driver in this foursome. Serena the careful one; Serena the risk mitigator. She was always on the couch and part of the intervention, never in front, facing judgement. Today though, they were not berating her. They were not belittling her. In fact, she sensed some hesitation and perhaps a hint of awe? Alexa finally pulled out the garment from behind her back and held it up. In her hand was a red silk Baxter House thong. "Where" she asked "did you get this?" Serena blanched, then narrowed her eyes. Her voice changed. "Have you been going through my underwear drawer again Alexa?" she asked in a flat voice. When, she thought to herself, did I learn how to do this? A glint of anger flashed in Alexa's eyes, but it was muted, then subdued. Gigi and the Carrie twins noticed it. As Serena locked eyes confidently with Alexa, she felt a ...
    strange elation. When Alexa dropped her gaze, Serena inspected her visually. She was a pretty girl, Alexa. She was Chinese but from Malaysia. She wore her hair short and it bounced around. Her skin was rich and lush as well, easy to look at. While not an avid exerciser it she seemed to have a high metabolism. She was in the over-sized light pink hello kitty shirt she wore to bed most nights. You could tell when she was aroused though because those purple areola would show thru the thin fabric, as well as her colorful underwear. Her careful demeanour was only interrupted on the odd occasion when they induced her to imbibe more than her two shots of tequila. Then a different Alexa would emerge. Quiet as she was, Alexa was no doormat. She usually was not the instigator of interventions. So it was interesting to Serena that she was the spokeswoman today. A sudden moan from Gigi interrupted the visual undressing Serena was performing on Alexa. She was just pondering Alexa's runners chest - the small but supple breasts that no doubt perked up when somebody was deep inside her. When she turned she saw that Gigi had her Daisy Dukes unbuttoned. She had stuffed her hand in her panties and was playing with herself openly and unabashedly. "Holy shit" Gigi was muttering to herself, almost as though she was the only one in the room. "This is really stressing me out." Clearly one of the Carrie twins was also feeling the tension. "So where did you get the Baxter thong from Serena? Are you a ...
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