Cougars' New Plaything

The front door bangs open and Bridgette B., Dana DeArmond, and Kat Monroe tumble inside laughing their asses off. Kat’s still buzzing. She blurts out that tonight was the most fun she’s ever had, finally stepping out with the two older women like a normal trio. Bridgette and Dana trade a quick glance, then smile soft. Bridgette tells her she loved watching her be that cute, bubbly girl everyone else could see for once. Dana agrees and admit they kept Kat hidden because their own families already flip shit over their marriage; dragging in another girl might just break what’s left. Still, they couldn’t skip Kat’s birthday. Kat stares at them like she’s falling. She wants more than sneaking around—says it straight: she wants to be their girlfriend. The wives coo at her but dodge the question, cracking that nobody can blame them for keeping the sweetest thing a secret. Dana adds, a little smirk playing, that all the sneaking might be half the fun anyway. That answer fires Kat up. She doubles down, declaring she wants to be their fucking everything. Dana glances to her wife for backup, and Bridgette decides to lay the cards out: before they add someone, they need to be honest about what they need. Kat, eager as hell, asks what. Bridgette hooks a finger and Kat steps in between them. Dana’s palms smooth over her shoulders while Bridgette cups her face. They tell her plain they’re grown women with grown appetites and every appetite they have starts and ends with ass. Dana punctuates it with a sharp slap to Kat’s tight cheeks. Kat flushes but spits that she’s never played back there—yet she’ll try whatever it takes. The wives toy with her, teasing that she doesn’t have to, but if she really wants in… She cuts them off, already breathless, practically begging to prove herself. They still let her squirm a second longer before Bridgette gives in with that wicked grin and grabs Kat’s hand. She marches all three of them straight to the bedroom, pussies wet and asses soon to follow. Once they’re inside, the cougars work slow, give the girl familiar ground first—eating each other slick and loud—before guiding Kat lower and introducing her to tongue on her puckered hole, then slick little toys, thick dildos, and shiny plugs filling her virgin ass. Kat writhes through every first, already hungry for the next round. Finally they buckle on two fat strap-ons and spread her wide, each woman sinking in at the same time until Kat’s stuffed and drooling. Endorphins crash through her so hard she blurts between gasps that she’s dying to repeat the whole filthy night—every fucking inch—if they’ll just keep her.