Pam's Shemale Experience Ch. 11

Pam came off that head.

"Not like Tanya's little sluts," she corrected gently, "we are Tanya's little sluts."

Alex's natural exuberance briefly gave way to solemnity, and she nodded.

"Let's switch again," the housewife suggested.

They carried on with their endeavor, switching places every so often, sometimes interrupting the process by again making out with that shaft in between their lips. Pam shuddered from the thrills, her juices drenching her panties. While switching places with Alex, her eyes would sometimes drift to the rest of the audience. No one noticed the scandalous depravity taking place in the last row. The idea that someone might look back and see Alex and her serving Tanya was undeniably exciting.

When an assertive hand gathered a fistful of her hair, she knew what it meant. Her lips were wrapped around the head, so she stayed there. Alex was busy kissing at the first few inches. The movement of that hand made her glance over, and she sidled up next to Pam.

The housewife could not help but moan when the flood of spunk splattered all over her tongue. The first spurt, she swallowed, but the rest, she made sure to keep in her mouth, which filled quickly as the deluge continued, the flavor of potency ruling over her taste buds, that piquant zing a delectable treasure. She looked up at Tanya, who besides a low growl and a slight upwards jut of her hips, gave off no sign of a climax.

The flood of spunk ended, leaving Pam with a full mouth, her cheeks bulging slightly.

Only then did Tanya deign to acknowledge her sluts, smiling slyly at them.

The housewife turned to Alex and rose off her knees, just enough to get above the young woman, who, understanding the intent, craned her neck and opened her mouth wide.

Creamy gobs of spunk landed on her tongue, a lewd purr coming out of her at the transfer of fluids. Under Tanya's approving gaze, she swished that load around to let it slosh over her teeth and gums.

And then she put herself into position to send it back.

The two sluts traded the gooey load twice more, all the while Tanya chuckling at their whorishness.

Once that fourth trade was completed, Pam leaned forward and kissed Alex, opening her lips to pass the load over a different way. This time, they shared it, swirling it between them before divvying it up.

After they swallowed their portions, they made out for a little while longer.

When Pam finally returned to her seat, she leaned over to Tanya.

"I've been a bit distracted. Which one is the bad guy?"

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Tanya glanced over from her laptop to the two women.

After the movie, the trio had returned to their hotel room. Instead of immediate debauchery, the shemale had sat down at the desk to check her email. The disappointment that had inspired had not lasted long for either woman, as they had clambered onto the bed and turned on the television, happy to simply enjoy each other's company.

The shemale's glance drew Pam's attention.

"Why don't we play a game?" Tanya suggested.

"Ooh, I love games!" Alex cooed. "What should we play?"

A mischievous smirk bloomed on Tanya's face.

"You two try to make each other cum. Whoever makes the other cum first, wins."

"What does the winner get?" Alex asked excitedly.

"A prize."

"And what about the loser?"

"A punishment."

Pam nodded, not needing the details.

"Okay!" Alex sang.

And then she pounced on Pam, driving the older woman down onto the bed.

It took a few seconds for the action to register. By then Alex had shoved a hand into Pam's jeans, the other yanking up her shirt. Caught off guard, and now at a disadvantage, Pam just laid back, facing a minor dilemma in her mind.

Do I really want to fight this out? I could just let her make me cum. Although I don't know what my punishment would be...

"Come on, babe," Tanya called, "you're just going to lie back and take this?"

Pam glanced over to her.

"I was hoping I'd see a show, but just because she's your honorary daughter you'll let her win?"

The slight, and playful, disappointment in that question made up her mind for her.

If she wants to see a show, I'll do my best to put one on for her.

She rolled over, taking Alex by surprise, ending up on top. One hand shoved down the young woman's jeans, the other squeezing those heavy breasts, a third attack landing hard kisses on that exposed throat. Alex groaned, struggling instinctively, legs kicking wildly. That effort almost unseated Pam, but she used her body weight to counteract it. Her hand darted into Alex's panties, caressing along the slit waiting there. The advantage that she won was somewhat undercut by the fact that Alex's hands were still teasing at her erogenous zones, and were thus summoning pleasure, the first telltale shudders running down her spine.

In that moment of weakness, Alex made her own attempt, using her own more substantial body weight to succeed in her goal of reclaiming the upper hand. Again, it took a few seconds for the change in position to register, which provided an opportunity for Alex. The young woman took full advantage, and all too quickly, Pam found herself in a difficult situation. Her hand had been forcibly removed from Alex's panties, and her shirt had been yanked up, her arms going with it until they were trapped in the short sleeves. As she struggled to take the shirt off, the young woman pressed the issue, flipping her over and unfastening her bra. Just as Pam managed to get the shirt off, she was flipped back over, and Alex tugged off her bra, revealing her breasts.

The action paused as Pam weighed her options and Alex grinned victoriously.

And then Pam tried to roll over again. Alex not only kept her down, but also leaned over to suck at a nipple. Her hand then alighted on the other nipple, rubbing along the nub. A spark of pleasure burned through Pam's nerves. Thankfully, Alex had taken her hand from Pam's panties earlier in order to press the issue, which meant that there was only one source of stimulation to worry about.

Out of the corners of her eyes, Pam could see Tanya watching.

"Is that all you got, Pam?"

The question galvanized her.

Her legs shot up and wrapped around Alex's waist. With a swing of her hips, she added more force to her sideways roll, aiming to just escape instead of getting back on top. The maneuver surprised Alex, giving Pam time to scramble away.

They stared each other down.

And then Tanya leaned forward and tossed her belt onto the bed.

They dove for it at the same time. Pam got to it first.

But she was smothered by Alex, the young woman outweighing her and thus able to keep her down on her belly, the belt thus useless. One hand delved into her jeans, while the other slid underneath her to her breasts. She writhed desperately, but Alex countered that writhing with her body weight plus whatever strength she could summon.

The hands drove her pleasure up. She tried her best to stave it off so that she could focus on this struggle.

The duo was right next to the edge of the bed. Their fight had pushed the comforter and blanket partway off, covering some of the floor with a soft cushioning.

Pam launched herself forward over the edge.

Her attempt was a success, because once again, Alex had been taken by surprise.

Both women swung down onto the floor, the comforter and blanket offering some protection against the impact. Pam, as the architect of the brazen act, recovered first, and sprang atop Alex, belt at the ready. The young woman tried to rise, but Pam grabbed her hand and yanked it back to begin the process of incapacitation.

"Owww!" Alex squealed, jerking slightly.

Pam drew back.

"Are you okay?" she asked hurriedly. "Did I hurt you?"

Alex lunged away and came back up in a defensive stance.

"Yeah, I'm fine," she chirped, sticking her tongue out at Pam.

"Cheater!" the housewife shot back playfully.

Alex stuck her tongue out again.

"It's not my fault you care about me."

Pam rolled her eyes.

Both women moved at the same time. The belt was still in Pam's hands, so Alex weaved away at the last second, avoiding the strip of leather. The housewife dove after her but was lightly body-slammed as Alex stopped short and threw herself towards the attack. The impact, and the subsequent impact of hitting the floor, stunned Pam, which gave the young woman enough time to scramble atop her.

Those hands again went for her sensitive spots.

Thinking quickly, she snatched up the comforter, which had fallen completely off the bed, and threw it over herself and Alex. The heavy fabric dislodged the young woman just enough for the housewife to wriggle away. The comforter, however, kept them close, only inches apart.

Once again, they made their moves at the same time.

The housewife had one hand down Alex's jeans, while the other squeezed at her breasts. The young woman had one hand down Pam's jeans, while the other stroked at her nipples. Where the latter had the advantage was that Pam's shirt and bra were off, which meant that her breasts were bare. Alex was still dressed, albeit messily so from the physical exertion, so the sensations the housewife gave her came through clothes.

Caught up in the comforter, and with their strategies in place, they fought it out.

I guess this is how it'll be. Whoever cums first loses.

They were focused on giving each other pleasure. No moves were made to establish a better position.

Pam made sure to be a bit rough with Alex, knowing that she not only could take it but also enjoyed it. Her hands squeezed at those breasts, the abundant flesh at her mercy, while three fingers shoved into that slit, fucking the tender channel.

Pleasure abounded for her as well. Her nipples weathered teasing swipes, insistent rubs, and cruel pinches, the approach varying. The fingers inside her moved just as swiftly as hers did.

Alex leaned down then and took a nipple in between her lips. The sharp sensation made Pam buck. That mindless struggle failed to shake Alex, as she stayed latched there, sucking aggressively.

As the pleasure rose, the desire to fight off the young woman dipped. Pam still tried to give as good as she was getting, but the momentum had shifted.

And not in my direction...

The women were evenly matched between their legs, both getting fingerfucked by an insistent trio of digits.

Where the advantage fell to Alex's was at their breasts, for although hers were larger in all determinations, Pam's were more sensitive, and even more so at the nipples.

This isn't looking too good for me...

More attempts to shake off Alex failed. The young woman sucked at that nipple, and now brought more pleasure back into the equation by resuming the steady stimulation at the other. The combination forced a cry from Pam, her determination ebbing even lower as the pleasure rose even higher.

She tried to remember what she had done to ward off orgasm earlier in the week, when Tanya had been testing her ability to do so.

But in the heat of the moment, her mind went blank, concerned only with the pleasure Alex was giving her.

The young woman did not budge an inch, ruthless in her mission to win this game. Nevertheless, the increasingly wild shudders that ran over her showed that there was a chance for a come-from-behind victory if Pam could succeed in holding back the oncoming orgasm.

But that orgasm was approaching swiftly.

The housewife tried to fight back against the building pleasure, her muscles flexing from the effort, her teeth gritting, her eyes shutting. Her hands worked on their own as the rest of her focused on depriving Alex of victory.

Unfortunately, the young woman did not let up at those nipples. Her own pleasure was building, but that did not distract her.

Even when the ecstasy arrived, defeating Pam's attempt to stave it off, she kept her hands going, thrusting through that drenched slit and squeezing at those glorious mounds. Her exultant cry rang loud in the room, followed by an amused chuckle from the shemale. The ecstasy sent quivers down her spine, more juices flowing from her cunt to bathe the fingers squelching through the flood.

Both women stopped after a few moments, Alex's victory secure. The housewife sighed, partly from the lingering ecstasy and partly from the disappointment that accompanied it.

I just hope Tanya enjoyed the show.

"Not bad," the shemale purred, sauntering over.

Alex turned expectantly to her.

"What do I win?"

"Take off your clothes," Tanya said.

Alex squealed excitedly.

As she hurried to undress, the shemale went over to Pam, a hand dipping down to caress at her tousled hair.

"I was worried you would let her win. You did better than I thought you would, but as soon as she started on your nipples, I knew you were done."

Pam smiled, rising to her knees to be closer to that touch, her disappointment eased by it and the smile across Tanya's face.

"I don't mind," she murmured, "as long as you enjoyed the show."

"I did, babe, I did."

Tanya's eyes had not been fixed on her during this short exchange. Instead, and understandably so, she was watching Alex strip.

In short order, the young woman stood naked, waiting for Tanya to make a move. Pam beamed as she watched her surrogate daughter squirming restlessly but otherwise staying still while Tanya drank in the sight of that ample voluptuousness.

"Get on the bed," the shemale directed then, "on your back, and spread your legs. Show me that pussy."

Further delighting the housewife, the young woman was already on the bed before that command was finished. Her thighs parted to show Tanya, and Pam, her sex, the pink petals glistening with nectar.

And then Tanya began to undress.

There had been no command given to Pam, so she stayed on her knees, watching as now her owner's body was revealed. The mix of strength and softness there always thrilled her, the curves and muscles combining to form an exceptionally alluring figure. Large breasts swayed gently, hemmed in by sinewy arms, while lower down, that shaft shot out into the air, hemmed in as well by powerful thighs.

For Pam, every inch of that figure was worthy of adoration, but those ten inches served as the piece-de-resistance of a magnificent physique. Her tongue ran over her lips as she thought about how many times that shaft had reduced her to a writhing, mewling, mess.

Tanya approached Alex.

"You want to know what you won?"

Alex nodded eagerly.

"I'm going to fuck you."

"I thought you were already gonna do that," the young woman said, brow furrowing in confusion.

The shemale shook her head.

"Only if you won. But you did. So, now I'm going to fuck you."

The young woman glanced down the bed to Pam.

"And what about her?"

The shemale followed that gaze, and then shrugged dismissively.

"What about her? She lost."

"What happens to her? You said the loser gets a punishment."

"Yeah. I'm going to fuck you for the rest of the night. Just you. She can watch. And if she behaves, which we both know she will because she's an obedient little whore, then she can clean you up when I'm done with you."

I did lose. That's fair. Although it really doesn't matter if I think it's fair or not...

Tanya leaned down, her mouth inches from Alex's breasts.

"Wait," the young woman said hurriedly.

The shemale drew back.

"What is it?"

Alex hesitated, and then glanced back down the bed to Pam.

"I know I won, but...can I switch with her?"

The shemale raised an eyebrow.

"So, you want me to fuck her instead of you?"

"Mm-hmm."

"Knowing that then I won't fuck you for the rest of the night?"

"Mm-hmm."

A nervous expression bloomed on Alex's face at the inscrutable one on Tanya's.

"You don't have to do that," Pam piped up once she recovered from the surprise of hearing the young woman's request.

"I know. But I want to."

"You sure about that?" Tanya asked.

"Yeah. She went without you fucking her for like four days."

"So, she can handle another night. Plus, I fucked her plenty earlier."

"Of course. But I just feel like..."

Alex glanced again at Pam, her eyebrows knitting together as she struggled to verbalize her thoughts.

"Don't be nervous," Tanya purred. "Just tell me what's on your mind."

Alex smiled gratefully.

"It's not that you've fucked me enough or something, because I would take as much of you as I could. It's just that I feel bad, like I've cheated her out of getting fucked by you, because I know she was looking forward to that so much."

"I'm fine, honey," Pam called over, "really, I'm fine."

"You won the game anyway," Tanya said. "This is your reward."

"I know..."

"And it hasn't been your decision who I fuck, so you haven't cheated her of anything."

"I know..."

Tanya drew back then, and after a few seconds of silence, nodded.

"Okay then. Pam, get over here. Alex, move aside."

The housewife glanced over at Alex as she crawled up towards Tanya.

"Thank you."

"Of course. Love you, Mom."

She smiled and shook her head in bemusement.

"Love you too, Alex."

"So adorable," Tanya joked, pulling Pam in for a kiss.

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Pam slurped at Tanya's balls, the sacks sitting on her tongue, smothering the wriggling muscle with their piquancy. Her eyes were aimed up towards the shemale, who was reclining against the headboard, an arm thrown around Alex.

Aside from the occasional desirous whimper, the young woman had been remarkably composed during her self-inflicted punishment, only able to watch from the side of the bed as Tanya unleashed a steady stream of debauchery on Pam. Unlike the housewife, who during her own punishment earlier in the week had not been allowed to cum even via masturbation, Alex had been free to pleasure herself. So, she had been knuckle-deep inside her pussy constantly.

Now, however, she was resting against Tanya's shoulder, watching Pam suck at those testicles.

The housewife, as always, delighted in such slavishness, in treating those orbs to the wet embrace of her mouth, in showing her gratitude to Tanya for how she had been utterly ravaged. Drool ran down her chin from her feverish slurping, adding to the mess that she was. Her hair was in disarray, her face glazed with sweat and semen, the rest of her body similarly defiled, wasted seed trickling out as well from her cunt and anus. More wasted seed clung to some of her fingers, since she was currently masturbating, highly aroused by the depravity of shedding dignity to pay homage to these testicles and the way such heartfelt adoration made her feel like a good slut.

Alex let out a long, drawn-out yawn, stretching languidly next to Tanya.

"Ready for bed?" the shemale asked her.

"Mm-hmm."

"Well, try to stay awake a little while longer."

As Alex nodded, Tanya looked down at Pam.

"Get her ass ready for me."

The housewife let her lips slip from those testicles, and scurried over to Alex, who crinkled her brow in confusion.

"For what?"

"For me. I'm going to fuck you."

"But I thought you weren't gonna fuck me for the rest of the night."

Tanya smiled, and stroked Alex's cheek.

"Don't look a gift horse in the mouth, babe."

The young woman frowned.

"It means don't question something good," Pam clarified.

"Oh. Okay!"

Alex turned over onto her hands and knees and shoved her ass back.

The luscious musk of those testicles was replaced by the exquisite flavor of that asshole. Pam swirled her tongue over the tight anus, leaving a sheen of saliva in its wake.