Chapter 2

Hyacinth opened her panty drawer in the neat and orderly bedroom and pulled out a nice pink pair of Friday panties with her initials in sexy black “H.S.J” right over the spot where her clitoris would be covered by it right on top. It was almost like putting a stamp of approval on it declaring that the contents were prime Grade “A” American pussy.

Ever since that shameful night when Doctor Patel had stolen her undies and refused to return them to her, she had been the butt of many jokes and pranks about her missing underwear on many an occasion.

Her best friend Nurse Nancy had immediately replaced them with a new pair with her initials monogramed precisely in the exact same place.

She had been doing her best to console Doctor Patel over the escape of his wife to parts unknown. His still attractive spouse was quite tired of his perverse demands on her private parts and she hated his leather belt that he used to instill his cultural Domestic Discipline in his household. The runaway wife had taken her younger sister with her as well because her husband had included his teenaged sister-in-law in his Domestic Discipline program and he was grooming her to ease the burden of nocturnal duties on her elder sister with substitute use of her feminine folds and pretty young bottom whenever Jasmine was unable to perform her wifely duties. His betrayed wife had caught them at it when she came home from the store prematurely for her credit card that she accidently left home without it by mistake.

When she heard noises in her sister’s bedroom she looked inside with natural curiosity and was surprised to find her younger and naive sister down on her knees with Mister Patel’s rock hard cock inside her mouth and he was twisting the poor girl’s pretty nipples with his nasty fingers causing her some degree of discomfort. It was obvious to Jasmine that her clueless sister was not overly disturbing to her because she kept up a constant barrage of obscene verbal encouragement for him to do her harder and make her really feel it down deep inside her cock-deprived pussy.

It was difficult for Jasmine to disregard that moment because she knew he had never done such a dirty thing to her and it was exactly what she was looking for if the truth be known.

In fact, she had already bent over several times for the butcher and the nice neighbor that would help her place the garbage in the large tin cans in the basement. Mrs. Patel or Jasmine to her friends never minded bending over for any interested male because the truth was she was often in heat for cock and her husband was not always available when she just had to have it. Besides, it was her uncomplicated way of paying her husband back for his cheating ways.

Jasmine had her own female perspective on sex and she knew she wanted to get it a lot rougher and perhaps even hot and heavy from behind like the dogs do out in the park just doing what came naturally. The butcher had shown her that style of love-making and she loved it so much that she polished off his knob with her pristine lips and her sensitive tongue that she seldom unfurled for anything except to eat. Poor Mister Patel had no idea he had such a hot number hidden inside his ignored spouse and he had missed the boat entirely in addressing his wife’s passionate nature simply because she had put on a little weight in recent years.

The wife and the sister-in-law were now safely in another city being tended by a rich man who funded such problems and who tended to consider the females as his personal charges that he could depend on for sexual enjoyment on a strictly consensual basis and with lots of financial compensation up-front.

Jasmine and her sister Delilah were offered up on demand to the mentor host completely bottomless right next to each other and ready to entertain their host in gratitude for his generosity.

The younger sister Delilah was starved for male attentions because she had been getting frequent donations of spunk from her brother-in-law whenever the wife was not at home. It was new to Jasmine to be watching her sister take the older man with anal pleasure and she was certain that she could become easily addicted to this style of life because in the final analysis it was the tingles that really counted in the nocturnal hours.

The runaway sister watched their host withdraw his dripping dick from Delilah’s battered bottom and only seconds later she felt it probing past her silly sphincter with its confused reluctance to open up out of old-fashioned habit. Now the host was seated firmly inside her juicy back door and she accepted her sister’s tongue into her mouth to excite her passions even further.

Nurse Smythe-Jones was working a double shift at the clinic when she realized she needed a new pair of panties. Unfortunately, there was not another pair in her locker and she decided to just return to her second shift without any undies under her uniform. She felt her white skirt was long enough to keep anyone from viewing her pussy or her cute little cheeks when she bent over to do her duties. She just had to be careful not to lean over too far and to keep her legs crossed when she sat down in the cafeteria to have a cup of tea.

The naughty nurse liked the freedom of no undies and she would occasionally slip her hand under her skirt’s hem to pat her pussy with affection because it made her feel better to touch her feminine folds and check her level of wetness just inside.