13-1 American Pee (not Pie!!)

Themes: mast, lez, ws

All characters over the age of 18

This in an offshoot project from the Margey Household chronicles. Some of the characters are the same, some new. Read the other stories in the series (Books 1-12) to find out the full background or some of it won’t make any sense.

Warning: The events and characters in this story are imaginary. If you attempt to duplicate them in real life, you will end up sharing a jail cell with a big fat man called Bubba

Chapter 13-1 American Pee (not Pie)

by Stack of Books

(3344 words)

Although Sally didn’t work at ASS any more, she was still very good friends with Andrea and Kim, and occasionally they had a threesome together as – although they were totally happy with each other – the white girls still lusted after her coal black skinned body. Not to mention she was just a lovely and loving person as well. Any time with her, sexual or just social, was worth its weight in gold.

Today she was at a loose end as Zeta was off doing other things, so in the morning she went to the shop and opened it up, as there were no volunteers on the list slated for that day. 

First, she went to say hello to Andrea working at her mannequin on a wedding dress, and they hugged warmly, and squeezed each other’s boobs. C’mon, let’s go to the loo and have a quick one,  and frigged each other for 5 mins to orgasm. Give me your knickers but first rub your juicy cunt them on, she demanded. Andrea continued on sewing, but an hour later had to go and put on fresh ones.

Sal sneaked up to the office and put the smelly underwear under Kim’s nose from behind. She immediately recognised her girlfriend’s scent.

Andrea? What the fuck?? Oh, it’s you, Sal? What have you been doing to my soulmate, you little minx?, and they both hugged and touched tongues in their mouths. 

Lock the door, Kim, and let’s stick our fingers up each other like I just did with you know who downstairs. Then I’m going to open the shop today.

After they had cum, Kim sat on the desk and leaned back and stuffed her panties all the way into her hole to soak up everything.

If you want them for the sick pervs on your website, get them out with your teeth, bitch. And went knickerless for the rest of the day.

Part of the joy of Sally and Zeta’s venture was they always included a handwritten note (never typed or printed out) giving details of the history of each pair of knickers they posted out (sometimes true, sometimes made up*). 

*See footnote

This one said:

“Young pretty office girl had been wearing these panties for 3 days. Her lesbian girlfriend came by and frigged her thus releasing more juices into them. She stuffed them completely into her pussy to soak up everything, and the other girl pulled them out with her teeth. Can you smell the excitement? Love & kisses, Zelly”

Sal switched the lights on in the shop and turned the sign to ‘OPEN’.

The three blouses Zeta had tried on (and she had pinned for alteration) were still under the counter, so she put them in her bag and paid for them herself. (She didn’t believe in stealing or getting something for nothing.) She would do the work on them at home on Arnold’s machine.

Trade was fairly brisk, and if a female came in, Sal would offer her a new pack of panties for her used pair, explaining her fetish. One or two elected to change immediately rather than go outside knickerless, and Sal offered to do it for them in the changing room, so got a quick glimpse and sniff of a new pussy. Sometimes a finger up there as well.

At around midday, the man who had bought the size 9 dress came in, along with a very pretty woman with long straight blonde hair. 

Hallo again. You remember me? My name is Simon and this is my wife and soulmate, Anthea. She’s gorgeous, don’t you agree?

Welcome back. It’s nice to see you again. I agree, she’s delectable. I’m Sally, by the way. Did the dress fit?

Anthea: Yes, it was perfect. Such a nice present. I was hoping to find another one today.

Simon: The thing is, she didn’t believe me about how you helped me to choose the right size and how you…err, ‘concluded’ the transaction.

Sal: I see. Well, there’s an easy way to solve that. But not here. I have an idea. Anthea, have a look on those two racks over there and get one you want. It’s on the house. (Meaning she herself would pay for it later. Such an honest girl.)

They spent about 10 mins, and came back with a blue flowery one. She didn’t actually try it on, just held it up against herself, looking at her reflection in the long floor-length mirror.

OK, come with me back to my place, it’s just 5 mins away.