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Samantha looked at herself in the mirror. She wasn't a bad looking 34-year old witch, better than average in fact. She had thick wavy blond hair, high cheekbones, large oval eyes, and an attractive mouth, which seemed to be set on the verge of breaking into a mischievous grin.

Her figure, though not spectacular, was proportionate to her slight frame. Her breasts were moderate and firm, her stomach flat, and her hips narrow compared to other women in their mid to late 30's. Still, there was something missing in her sex appeal. Perhaps it was a result of her living so long with mortals. Which reminded her, Darrin would be arriving home soon with his clients for another dinner party. It was the third one this week and so far she had not resorted to the use of any witchcraft for the week's preparations - Darrin's mandate. Well tonight, things would be different. She walked downstairs, wiggled her nose and suddenly snacks, as well as a full seafood buffet appeared on the coffee and dining room tables. She then used witchcraft again and donned herself in a sleeveless pink dress with a hemline that fell to just above the knees in a moderately conservative fashion.

When Darrin and his guests arrived Samantha greeted them at the door. They were as usual, a boring group of business associates - four or five advertising execs and Darrin's boss, the white haired and older Larry Tate.

As the latter entered, Samantha was surprised to see a young girl on his arm. "Samantha," smiled Larry, "say hello to Katja. She's from the Russia and is going to be our new model for the brassiere account we're advertising." Samantha was spellbound.

Never had she seen such a beautiful, sexy, and well-built young girl. Her long black hair was straight and luxuriant and framed large dark eyes intelligently peering out from under well-sculpted eyebrows. Her mouth was sexually intriguing, consisting as it did of full sensuous lips that were tinged with a slight shade of deep red. Spontaneously, Samantha pictured Larry stopping at a candy store on the way over in order to let the young Russian nymphet suck her way through a bag full of strawberry licorice sticks.

Noticing that the girl's stomach was exposed, her gaze was caught by the girl's spectacularly thin waist, which flared out to eye-catching hips that pivoted up and down as she entered the house. Hips like those, Sam thought, belonged more on a belly dancer than to a young teenager, as did her pierced navel! Sam couldn't get over this girl's sense of outrageous dress. Perhaps this was the way all young girls dressed in the Soviet.

Casting her eyes further downwards, she discovered legs that were impossibly long and well sculpted and which tapered their way down into tiny ankles strapped into high-heeled white pumps. As if this package was not enough, Katja had an obviously more than adequate bust, which jostled for attention inside a dark blue, loose silk top. Such big tits on a petite girl, Sam noted were already unusual, but they stood out even more because of Katja's otherwise young age and extremely slender waistline.

"Nice to meet you Mrs. Stevens," the child said in an East European accent as she performed a small curtsey while offering her hand. Samantha couldn't help but ask how old she was, for although she was obviously well endowed, she really didn't look much older than fifteen or sixteen.

"I was 18 two days ago," she said and smiled, showing perfectly even white teeth. "My family emigrated last year."

"That's my daughter's birthday," Sam remarked absently.

"We are using Katja for our model this year since we are aiming for the junior high and high school markets," beamed Larry who couldn't seem tear his eyes away from Katja's spectacular charms.

"I can certainly see the logic of your choice," quipped Samantha, smiling teasingly at Darrin's boss.

Normally, the older man's attention was lavished on Samantha, but for once it was nice to have a small respite thanks to the young model. There were often times at dinner parties and gatherings when Larry's hand had found it's way onto her thigh or on her ass during the occasional slow dance.

"And who is this?" asked Katja, interrupting Sam's thoughts as she picked up a picture from the mantle piece. It was a full-length photo of a young blond. She had shoulder length hair, and one could just make out a gold bracelet with a hint of green around one of her slim ankles. In the picture, the girl was winking.

"That's our daughter Tabatha," smiled Sam. "She's away at school."

"She is lovely, is she a model?" asked Katja politely.

"No, no," interrupted Darrin, who had approached from behind Sam, "She's in a business marketing program."

"Ah. Too bad for her," said Katja putting the picture back on the mantle piece where she had found it.

As the party progressed, Sam discovered more and more that she couldn't take her eyes off of the young Russian. Not only were her extremely large and sexy breasts distracting as they danced and bobbed to a balalaika inside her flimsy and hardly constraining top whenever she made the slightest movement, but her provocatively compact and outthrust young ass seemed to be trying to work its way out through the material of her short skirt, moulded as it was into the fabric of her dress like two round balloons pressed into thin silk. "Was it silk?" Samantha wondered as she ogled the girl's seductive derriere. Seconds later, as the young Russian bent down to get a snack from the coffee table, her mini skirt rode up so high Sam was able to make out a wedge of nearly transparent panties coming into view between the shadow of her slim shapely thighs.

"Oops sorry." Samantha suddenly felt a cold wet spot on her chest. Someone had spilled a drink. Darrin's clients were getting tipsier and seemingly found it more difficult to avert their eyes from Katja. A young man Sam had never seen before blushed. "So clumsy of me," he stammered. Sam looked down and saw that the drink had now soaked into her blouse. The wet clingy material of the pink cotton now draped her left breast and nipple, which had stiffened as a result of the coldness. When she looked up, she noticed the young man staring down at her chest, his mouth half open, as if he were about to say something.

Sam assured him that there was no harm done and went upstairs to change. She peeled off the wet top and looked into the mirror. After admiring the well-developed charms of Katja for half the night, what she saw in her own reflection was now a disappointment. Perhaps, just this once she could do something about her body using witchcraft. After all, Darrin was preoccupied as usual with his clients and since she had already used witchcraft once tonight, she figured on the old adage, "in for a penny, in for a pound."

Samantha wiggled her nose and pictured the shapeliest figure she could imagine. As usual, her magic worked immediately. Her breasts filled out and expanded until they were full and heavy and sat inside a bra that was now a well-stretched 38D cup. Her nipples, wider and more assertive, pushed into the thin fabric of her brassier making large indentations like small gumdrops inside the nearly see-through material.

Her stomach was smooth and flat and gave way to a well-defined pubic mound, which was covered by luxuriant dark curly hair that was barely concealed beneath the crotch of low-slung transparent panties.

As she turned around and looked in the mirror, she heard herself gasp. Two protruding ass cheeks, tight and well rounded filled out the back of her underwear to perfection and created a deep mysterious cleft. The sight left Sam not only breathless but with a desire she could neither ignore nor resist. She ran a finger into the cleft of her newly sculpted asscheeks and marvelled at its definition and seemingly endless depth. The warmth within excited her more than she could have imagined and upon probing deeper still, she discovered a tight puckered anus at its core. She rubbed the orifice a few times and revelled in a strange new sensitivity.

Moving her fingers lower still, she found the back passage to her cunt. Extending the tip of a long manicured finger, she caressed the lips her vaginal opening from behind. The amount of wetness already collected between her labia surprised her so much that she felt the need to continue her explorations.

Fighting desire, however, she withdrew her finger and brought it cautiously to her nose for a good whiff. The strong pungent aroma was so intoxicating that she at once felt the need to continue masturbating. However, after considering her options, she fought down her desire, wiggled her nose and dressed herself in a loose fitting, nearly Greek style white mini skirted toga. Laced brown sandals completed the ensemble. When she looked in the mirror she let out a moan.

Her toga was stretched seductively across her breasts emphasising the fullness of her new breasts to such a degree that she felt as though she were a Playboy centerfold. Thick nipples were just visible beneath the white fabric, their indentations protruding through the filmy material as though they were rosebuds during the first hint of spring. Down below, a thin cord illuminated an hourglass figure. The remaining material below her belt, just 6 inches in length, exposed her tanned and shapely legs from well above mid thigh.

Pleased, stimulated, and feeling hornier than she had in months, Samantha took a sip of her wine and descended the stairs slowly, one at a time, as though testing the depths of the waters below.

The reaction wasn't immediate. After all, it was a formal gathering and the customers of McMann and Tate were too well versed to create some crass collective behaviour towards the wife of a business associate. Besides, they had all been introduced to Darrin's wife previously upon entering the Steven's home. As the minutes ticked by, however, their awareness of the changes in their hostess's appearance began to permeate the room. Tensions shifted, conversations intensified; in short, testosterone was being released by the bucket loads. As a result, the men (being men) assumed, that her transformation was due solely to the change in her attire.

The young man who had spilled the drink on Sam approached her first, this time, eyes up, attention duly focused. "I am so sorry for spilling the drink on you", he intoned in a nearly servile demeanour, "Is there anything I can get you?" Then he looked down and unabashedly stared at her breasts again for the second time that evening.

"Get me?"

"Oh, I'm sorry," he stammered looking up again. You're just so incredibly beautiful and..."

Sam wiggled her nose and cast a spell, which made everyone in the room freeze. In this state, they were unconscious, unmoving, and unseeing.

"Get me? Yes I think there is something you can get me," said Sam out loud knowing full well he couldn't hear a thing. She unbuckled the young man's pants and drew down his underwear. When she was finished he stood there in his jacket, tie, socks and shoes looking quite comical. His thick penis hung down out of a nest of jet-black pubic hair and seemed to be the only thing that wasn't frozen stiff on his otherwise suspended body. She would soon fix that.

Samantha took his limp penis in her hand and wiggled her nose again, releasing the area between his navel and his thighs from her numbing spell in order to restore its sensitivity. She knew that he could now feel that part of his body without being able to stop what was being done to it.

Samantha stroked his penis and it began to stiffen. She held his balls with the other hand and squeezed them softly feeling them move slightly against each other through the thin skin of his ball sac. At the same time she used her thumbnail to scratch the underside of his dick where it joined his sack. As his now awakening shaft began to harden even more, Samantha opened her mouth and placed her lips firmly but gently around the tip of his knob. It had been a long time since she had given anyone, including her husband oral sex, but she seemed to remember the procedure.

Succumbing to the soft sensations of her hot wet mouth, the young man's penis was now totally erect as Samantha began to suck him in earnest, moving her mouth all the way down into his pubic hair and closing her lips around him as tightly as she could. When she slid her mouth back up, his shaft emerged inch-by-inch, shiny and stiff. After swallowing him to the root five or six times Sam began to crave more. He was not badly hung, perhaps seven inches or more, but why not give him an additional 3? It would be the largest cock she'd ever had and she seriously doubted that he would ever have cause to complain.

Sam slid her mouth down the length of his entire penis again, but this time, when she felt the tip of his prick knock against the back of her throat, she wiggled her nose in his pubic hair and caused his prick to lengthen 3 more inches! All at once she felt his rubbery hardness lodge even further down her throat and nearly choked as she felt her gag reflex react to the intruder. After telling herself to relax, however, she soon began to accommodate his 10-inch manhood so that she actually began to enjoy the experience of having her mouth and throat crammed full of hard stiff cock!

As Sam deep-throated this stiff slab of flesh, she began to concentrate on his balls slapping her on the chin. She held them in her hand and squeezed gently while with her other hand she followed the progress of her mouth as it moved up and down on his newly extended saliva-coated prick. She could feel the tension in his whole groin and knew he was not far away from orgasm. Suddenly, another idea struck her. She wiggled her nose again and this time added 2 inches of girth to his penis. The excitement she felt was incredible. Her mouth and throat were now totally stuffed with prick meat as she clamped down tighter against the thick shaft passing through her lips.

She sucked his big cock as hard as she could which caused her cheeks to pucker in tightly around his throbbing penis. While her lips glided easily up and down his frozen cock-lance she tightened her fist around the root of his fuck-organ in order to commence a frantic hand-job. In this way she found herself jacking his cock urgently from the hairy base all the way up to her sucking lips, back and forth, up and down, desperately trying to coax the hot load of molten cum to start spewing out of his piss hole and into her awaiting mouth.

As she felt his body begin to shudder she reached behind him and found the tight ring of his anus. Using her long middle finger, she penetrated it up to the knuckle. That seemed to do the trick. Suddenly, propelling his pelvis forward, he orgasmed magnificently into her mouth, his banking angry cock throbbing its way down the back of her throat in order to release its red hot load as deeply into her gullet as possible. Hungrily she clung to the erupting fuck-pole, sucking and jacking tirelessly, ecstatically relishing the taste of his seed as it spewed and spouted endlessly between her lips. Again and again the hot, sticky jism spewed out of his prick, basting her tonsils with milky torrents of cum as the sappy white stuff poured down her throat.

Samantha revelled in the sensation of such a decadent act. The copious amount of sperm cascading into her mouth excited her beyond belief. Even after he had emptied his load, she kept sucking as hard as she could, hearing her own sloppy, slurping cock-sucking sounds filling the quiet living room as she continued to cling and nurse the pulsing stiffness of the young man's prick. She didn't stop sucking his penis until nearly a minute later, when she was sure she'd milked the last droplets out of the crown of this cock.

"Get me? That's what you can get me. Thank you very much!" she cried, pulling the big cock-pole out of her mouth, rewarding its fat knob with a loving kiss.

After cleaning up, she blinked the party back into progress. Things went immediately back to normal except that the young man she had just so spectacularly blown now seemed more relaxed than anybody else in the room. She smiled at him and he smiled back, but his eyes were in a bit of a haze this time, as though he had just woken up. She also thought she saw him fumbling around for his dick through his pant's pocket. No doubt, he was wondering how he had attained a nine-inch penis. Sam giggled to herself. So this was what mortal Americans meant by "a cocktail party."

It wasn't long before Larry Tate, Darrin's boss made his way over to Samantha. Always having an eye for her he lost no time in admiring her improvements. "Sam, I must say, you seem to get younger every day."

His eyes were downcast and steadily fixed on her newly expanded bust. Sam was reminded of Superman trying to burn his way through steel with x-ray vision.

"Why, thank you Larry."

"And is that a kind of toga you have on? I don't think I've ever seen a dress quite like that?"

He reached out his hand and for a split second Sam thought that he was going to touch her breast, or stroke a nipple, but his hand suddenly fell away as he shifted his focus ever so slightly towards a movement behind her. Managing to move into a position at his side instead of directly in front of him she understood the target of his distraction.

Katja was at that moment talking to a business executive. Larry's view, and now hers' was of Katja from the rear. Her tight turquoise micro mini was stretched around two hard asscheeks, which looked as though they had been sculpted in marble. So taut was the material stretched around the globes of her out- thrust posterior in fact that it seemed quite obvious to the onlookers that she was not wearing any underwear. Furthermore, her skirt had once more ridden so high that the space between her slim upper thighs, (where they didn't quite meet), was also revealed. As a result, one needed little or no imagination whatsoever to apprehend that the covered slit of her pussy mound was only a fraction of an inch out of sight! The view couldn't have been sexier if she had been completely naked.

Both Larry and Sam stopped talking as they admired the teenager's obvious charms. Larry was the first to speak in a desire to break the awkward moment. "Maybe we should inform Katja that her dress has ridden up out of place."

"Yes Larry, why don't you?"

"Come on now Sam, you're the hostess," he implored, his gaze never leaving the young girl's succulent ass.

"Oh Larry, what's the big deal? Are you embarrassed by the charms of a young girl?"

"Not me, no," he stammered, coming back down to earth, "I'm just thinking about her own propriety ."

"Well I don't think she dressed in such a short skirt in order to portray a sense of piety, do you?" Sam teased. But Larry didn't answer. He seemed lost in his own thoughts as he continued staring. "After all," she added, "she's your model."

Sam looked towards Katja, just in time to see the young girl bend down to the coffee table in order to retrieve a snack. She heard Larry gasp audibly as Katja's panty covered wedge came into view. The darkness of her pubic hair was now visible through the thin tightly stretched fabric of her panties. In fact her bush was so thick that it bulged out of the sides her underwear treating Larry and Sam to an unobstructed view of black pussy hair springing out wildly along the crease of her groin. It was at that moment when instinct, more than a conscious decision came into play. Sam wiggled her nose for the third time that evening and the whole room froze.

Reaching out, she put her hand on the upper slopes of the girl's ass, which were still covered by her micro mini. The muscles of her firm backside were taut to the extreme in this position, as she had been frozen while bending over. Sam's long fingers found the hem of her mini dress and then crept downwards towards Katja's exposed panties. Slipping her hand through the young girl's thighs, she cupped the panty- covered mound with the palm of her hand. She was amazed to discover that the girl's underwear turned into a string, which ran into the crack of her ass. "So that's why there was no panty line," she thought. Through the thin material, she could feel the softness of the young girl's pubic hair, her thick labia, and the warmth of her vagina pulsating from within.

Bewitched:Samantha succumbs to witchcraft Pt2

She knelt down on the floor and looked up at Larry's frozen face. Blinking once, she released the witchcraft controlling his eyes, consciousness, and penis. Darrin's boss could now watch Sam's actions and be aroused by them without having any further control over the rest of his body. Pleased by her actions, she decided to continue her assault on the helpless female before her.

Slowly, she peeled Katja's underpants down her shapely legs. The abundance of curly black hair, which grew all around her cunt and up the crack of her ass, only helped to enforce and redefine the girl's ripe and flagrant sexuality. Meaty lips, succulent and full were now visibly protruding through her thighs awaiting Sam's touch.

She leaned in closer and smelled the vaginal musky fragrance of the young girl. A heady aroma filled Sam's nostrils, the vapours filling her lungs before travelling down to her own vagina in an electric circuit which began to tickle and stimulate her clitoris. She reached up to the exposed genital area above her and gently squeezed the protruding soft labia together and then released them. So pliant, succulent, and warm they felt that she repeatedly palpitated the young flesh as though she were milking a sponge. Her reward was a secretion of pussy juice on the palm of her hand. Wantonly, she reached out her tongue and dabbed at the sticky mass she had collected, tasting the young Russian's pussy juice for the first time. Its taste was tangy and pungent, not unlike Russian caviar she thought. "Ummmm," she groaned, "so sweet and aromatic, and from such a hot young slut besides!"

Feeling giddy with desire Sam wrapped her arms around Katja's unresisting thighs and mashed her huge boobs into the back of the teenager's legs. She then plunged her tongue into the girl's hairy quim from the rear. The taste was delicious. Samantha ravenously licked up and down, stabbing her agile tongue again and again into the girl's hot East European cunt. Like a piston she drilled into the exposed orifice, willing her tongue to probe past the fat outer pussy lips and as far into the sweet slit as possible.

She brought her hands off the girl's slender hips and used two long fingers to spread the labia apart in order to give her easier access. The inner folds were wet and glistening and as Sam began to sample the delicate flesh of the young girl's cunt, she had a sudden idea. If she could use her witchcraft to extend a penis, why not use it to lengthen her own tongue?

Sam wiggled her nose and felt her tongue begin to elongate, creeping ever so slowly past the girl's hairy outer lips and into the tight confines of her succulent cunt. Inch by inch, deeper and deeper into the narrow tunnel her serpent's tongue travelled like a hungry predator. Almost immediately she felt strong vaginal muscles contract around her tongue in a vice-like grip. It was as though the girl's pussy had turned into an octopussy as it hungrily gripped and sucked at the intruder with all the force it could muster!

Inspired, Samantha began to probe and explore, slipping her abnormally long and dextrous tongue into the girl's hairy orifice once again. Finding her way into an incredibly tight narrow channel she bathed and swirled her the entire length of her tongue against the smooth inner pussy walls as though she were painting them. At the same time, she could feel the girl begin to secrete cum which mixed together with her own saliva. The result was a delicious creamy pussy paste that she swallowed hungrily before reshaping her tongue into a spear in order to be used as a battering ram inside Katja's tightly gripping vaginal canal.

In spite of her frozen condition, Katja's legs began to tremble and Sam knew that her orgasm was approaching fast. Thinking to let the girl experience the pleasure as fully as possible, Sam twitched her nose and released the young teenager from her body-freezing spell. She knew it was a risk, but one that she willing to take if it would increase the girl's pleasure as well as her own. As Katja was zapped back into reality Samantha knew her decision to restore all of the girl's senses had been the right one. Almost immediately she felt the weight of the girl's body push back into her face imploring her to stab her long tongue even further up the crack of her juicy cunt. At the same time, her nose was driven into the sweet smelling crevice of her palatable young ass!

As Sam inhaled the toxic aroma of the young girl's anus, she felt herself swooning into an erotic state of euphoria. Her tongue was now buried completely inside the girl's hot cunt at one end while her nostrils were filled with the pungent bouquet of asshole scent on the other. Breathing strenuously through her nose, her olfactory senses were flooded with the exotic smells afforded to the region between the girl's ass cheeks. A fragrant anal aroma mixed together with the scent of cunt juice and sweat was now being blended into a heady aphrodisiac, which nearly made her pass out.

At the same time, she was also amazed at discovering how quickly Katja recovered from her frozen state of immobility. The little slut didn't seem perplexed or apprehensive at all as she ground her genital area into Sam's face, seemingly intent upon receiving as much stimulation as possible inside her cunt and up her ass. At one point, Sam felt her reach between her legs in order to spread her cunt lips and frig her clitoris hard up onto Sam's elongated and piston-like tongue.

"Da! Da!" Samantha heard the Russian girl exclaim, grinding her cunt against Sam's mouth in an effort to finish herself off. Sam concentrated all her effort now on penetrating the teenager's vagina as deeply as possible, fucking in and out of her cunt with rapid strokes. Feeling her tongue slide past Katja's fingers, which were busy rubbing and stimulating her own clitoris at a frantic pace towards orgasm, Katja's legs began to buckle and tremble as she humped her ass up and down against Sam's nose, mouth, and chin, crying out in Russian and breaking the silence of the room. Copious amounts of sweet sticky pussy juice spilled into Samantha's mouth as though a small dam had broken from somewhere deep inside the young girl's body.

Not wanting to miss a drop of the precious nectar, Sam shaped her tongue into funnel in order to capture as much of the sweet fluid as possible. When she was sure she had depleted this most sweetest of reservoirs, she gave Katja's nether lips one last suck, pulling them gently into her mouth. She then withdrew her tongue, leaving the girl trembling and panting as though she had just run a marathon. When Katja finally turned around to look down over her shoulder, her speech was sporadic, her breathing -winded.

"That was incredible," she managed to pant between gasps. "What are you doing to me? What is happening?"

"You are what is happening my little Russian minx," Samantha said, "giving the girl a small kiss on her perfectly round ass.

Gazing up at her face, Katja seemed even more beautiful, her face flushed, her white teeth visible through the panting of her open mouth. Pivoting slightly on her knees, Sam peered around the side of the girl and saw that Katja's un-tucked blouse was now hanging down so that from the floor the bottom spheres of her spectacularly huge breasts were completely exposed. The older woman had surmised from viewing the girl earlier that she had been wearing a bra. Instead she gazed upon bare solid globes which hung down unsupported, their undersides fuller than a girl her slim size and age had a right to be. As Sam observed their magnificent volume, she saw that they were adorned with pink puffy nipples nearly four inches wide. "Miraculous," Sam muttered under her breath.

Wasting no time, she reached up and moved her hands under the girl's hanging blouse and took hold of each tit so that a warm mass of creamy flesh filled her hands. As she caressed the under swing of each full sphere, the girl's breasts began to sway gently as they moved out from Sam's grasp - her small hands unable to contain them. Marvelling at their spectacular circumference, she traced the outline of the sublime curves with her index finger and then squeezed ever so gently until she felt a nipple slide between her forefinger and thumb. Immediately the nub swelled and stiffened, and she tweaked it roughly and pulled, elongating the girl's teats in her pent up passion.

As she leaned forward to get a better grip, her mouth once again came into delicious contact with Nicole's asscheeks. She scrimmaged with her nose in the cleavage and breathed once again into the warm dark scent of the girl's posterior. Two half moons surrounded her nose and mouth suffocating and intoxicating her simultaneously. This was lewd Sam thought.

In this position she crouched down as low as possible and kissed the extended bottom cheeks licking them north and south with great long slobbery dog licks. She stopped to nibble, leaving a line of love bites just above Katja's buttocks. She then moved lower down, licking east west, across the steep valley, which she descended into before clambering out the other side. And each time she crossed the bottom of the steep crevice, which was dark and mysterious and strangely enchanting, she wanted to linger and explore in every nook and cranny. At length she ventured headfirst into the vale from its northern entrance at the base of Katja's spine.

She began to lap the valley floor, following with her nose, until she was swallowed up in the unique warmth and scent and taste of summer dusk. When she came at last upon the little hidden target of the girl's anus tucked away inside this forbidden abyss, she rested, although her tongue remained extended at its outer perimeter, poised for attack.

After lingering inside the heady aroma of the young Russian's anal crack, she seemed to come to some decision. Reluctantly, she removed her hands from the girl's succulent breasts in order to pull the bottom cheeks wide apart. She saw her tongue ahead of her, ready to probe in earnest, and with Katja's exquisite nether cheeks spread open beneath her gaze, she once again studied the very formation at its heart.

A pothole, albeit slightly obscured by dense black hair, tiny and unguarded came into view- an entrance to a weird and wonderful cavern of subterranean delights only to be guessed at. She pushed the tip of her tongue against the hole and felt the earth pushing back against her, and then around her, drawing her in. She pushed harder. How dark and thrilling she mused. How very close and private. She ventured in as far as she was able, giddy with excitement. How individual and extraordinarily privileged she felt to be rimming the asshole of such a young and beautiful teenage girl!

Her tongue was now shaped into a spear once again as she began to probe Katja's asshole with long deep thrusts. Moving past the tight ring of her anal opening she propelled her dextrous tongue forward, searching out the depths and secrets of Katja's dank inner bowels. She discovered a deep mysterious world full of heady aromas and pungent smells as she lapped mercilessly into the young girl's forbidden back passage.

At the same time she shoved a long, well-manicured finger up the girl's young cunt, eliciting a sharp moan of pleasure. Katja was certainly enjoying the double experience of having her asshole reamed out and her cunt penetrated Sam noted. For she as worked both holes simultaneously, she felt Katja force her ass up against her mouth, grinding and gyrating with such force that she wondered for a moment if Katja was not only a model, but a Russian gymnast as well!

At any rate, the backward thrust of her ass caused Sam's tongue to be lodged so far up her rectum that Sam discovered her tongue, which was fully extended, was now trapped inside the vice-like grip of the girl's anal ring. At the same time, her mouth was now being pressed so tightly against Katja's asshole that suction was created forcing Sam's lips into Katja's rectal opening as well! Sam now began to wonder if she could dislodge herself from the girl's hungry asshole had she desired to do so.

Experimentally, Sam prized the girl's ass cheeks as wide apart as possible and withdrew her tongue. This resulted in an audible plop! The noise alerted her, and for some reason she turned around to see if anyone had noticed the sound. Instead, she found herself staring into the vacant eyes of Larry, Darrin's boss looking down at her from his frozen position. Feeling absolutely wicked, she quickly wiggled her nose and released him from his spell.

At first he seemed to be too surprised to react to the situation around him. Here he was at a dinner party with absolutely no comprehension as to why all the other guests were frozen around him. It seemed as though events were taking place in some kind of weird science fiction film. But then his male instincts began to take over as he focused on what was transpiring right in front of him. Sam, Darrin's wife was rimming out the ass of McMann and Tate's new Russian model. Whatever the reasons for this extremely strange situation, an opportunity like this was not to be missed, regardless of the incredibly strange circumstances surrounding it!

Larry unzipped his pants, pulled out his big dick and lifted up Samantha's toga. There before him was a sight he had long since dreamed about. Samantha's beautiful ass was encased in see-through panties. Feeling the length of his hardness with one hand, he reached out and ripped off her panties with a sense of urgency he didn't know he still possessed.

He then shoved a finger into her cunt from behind and slowly lifted her ass up with it so that he could see his handy work more clearly. Her cunt was sucking at his finger like a hungry mouth and Larry was well aware that the time was ripe to finally give his employee's wife the good fucking she deserved. As if reading his mind Samantha took his finger out of her cunt, sucked it and then said, "Well, Larry, what are you waiting for? Don't you want to fuck me?"

"Oh Sam, you know I do," he stammered, unable to believe the now verbal invitation. Quickly, he greased his prick along the folds of her wet cunt lips and then plunged his rampant hard-on as hard as he could into her soaking slimy twat. He heard Sam groan as his long meaty sausage plugged into her cunt from behind, the thickness of it causing her to grunt as she returned to rimming out Katja's asshole.

When he was sure she was moving with him, he removed his hands from her hips in order to secure the prize of Katja's immense breasts. Her nipples, now fully extended were so succulent and enticing that just the feel of their hardness between his thumb and forefingers made him nearly want to ejaculate into Samantha's wet gash. But he held back heroically, focusing instead on plying the mounds of Katja's overripe breasts, knowing full well that this was a once in a lifetime experience.

In the meantime, Sam returned to licking out Katja's hot anus making the teenager buck into her face from above. It seemed that she was also on the brink of orgasm as Sam continued to simultaneously stroke her clitoris. If everything was timed just right, judging from the pounding Larry was giving her and the sounds of his increasing moans, they would all come together.

Sure enough Sam soon felt Larry lunge against her as he exploded into orgasm, his thick cock jetting its wad of sperm deep inside her tight throbbing cunt. Gob after gob of his milky goo filled her tight channel to overflowing, the excess dripping out of her pussy and coating her thick pubic hair with a creamy paste.

At the same time Katja began to wail and sing out in Russian as she orgasmed again, her tight butt cheeks clenching inwards as she came, trapping Sam's mouth once more into the confines of her hungry anus, her cunt walls spasming around Samantha's finger like a suckling infant.

The extreme lewdness of the being sandwiched between her husband's boss, who was shooting his wad deep into her tightly filled pussy from behind and the sensation of having her tongue squeezed into the bowels of this most beautiful of teenage girl's, soon caused Sam to lose control as well. Her orgasm erupted into a mind-blowing, cunt-wrenching sensation of pleasure and pain as she peaked, the inner walls of her pussy seemingly catching on fire.

Her tremors and spasms caused her vaginal walls to contract around Larry's spent prick – milking the last drops of semen from his dwindling cock like some kind of sucking machine.

An inner glow spread through her as she now withdrew her tongue out of Katja's rectum. A pungent aroma filled her mouth, as she tasted the tartness of Katja's anal flavours on the tip of her tongue. It seemed that the girl too wanted to share that most exotic of cocktails as she turned around to give Sam a passionate kiss tasting her own anal juices. Sucking purposely into Sam's mouth, she once again drew the long tongue forward until she felt it lodge down her throat amazing Sam with her guttural capacity.

Unbeknownst to the satiated trio, outside the house another carnal scene was erupting as their neighbours, the middle-aged Kravitz's were completing their lust, having witnessed the lewd scene taking place inside the Steven's house from just outside the living room window. Abner Kravitz was now orgasming inside the confines of his wife's anus, her entreaties to stop only spurring him on further. If Gladys was going to be a voyeur, then this punishment was what she deserved, although judging from the sounds of her orgasm, he was pretty sure she enjoyed getting her back passage plugged for the first time as much as he did. As he rammed the last drops of his spunk deep inside her 50 year old rectum, she moaned into the glass of the window, her large floppy tights squashed against the window frame as her husband squeezed and tweaked her nipples causing her to shriek out in agitated delight.

Much later, Sam and Darrin's dinner guests were leaving. All of them expressed their gratitude for such a well-organized buffet and pleasurable company.

They were very warm in their attentions to Samantha and at least half of them had drunk up enough courage to give her a hug, making sure that their embraces were intimate enough to feel her large tits mash into their chests.

As Larry left he seemed a bit subdued, but otherwise behaved himself as decorum dictated, Sam duly having erased his memory of the sexual encounter just as she had with the others.

"Samantha," he said reaching out to stroke her bare arm warmly, "you are a perfect hostess and a lovely wife. Darrin is lucky to have you."

"Well thank you Larry," Samantha replied, "That was a nice thing to say. I will always be glad to accommodate you and your clients if the need arises," and then gave him a little wink.

For a split second Larry seemed on the verge of recognizing some hidden innuendo, but then it passed and he simply nodded his thanks once more and left.

As Darrin walked his boss out to the car Samantha turned to say good-by to her last guest, Katja.

"Mrs Stevens, thank you for a lovely party."

"Samantha. Please call me Samantha"

"Da, Samantha then," smiled Katja warmly.

"You are welcome back anytime," said Sam with more than a little sincerity in her voice.

"I somehow knew you would say that," smiled Katja teasingly.

"Oh, and why is that?" asked Sam, her curiosity piqued.

"Because....," said Katja, taking Sam gently by the shoulders and turning her around to face the living room,

"I know what's on the tip of your tongue."

She then wiggled her nose. Immediately, the living room was transformed and all traces of a dinner party vanished.

Sam's jaw dropped open. When she turned around Katja was heading down the path towards the street, her hips swaying - her legs graceful in their model's stride. As Sam followed her with her eyes, she saw for a split second, or thought she saw, Katja's long dark hair turn blond and shorten to shoulder length. As her eyes travelled even further down past her compact ass and long shapely legs, she saw a golden bracelet with a hint of green strapped around one perfect ankle.

As Sam looked on in astonishment, her mind spinning, the girl climbed into Larry's car and the transformation was over, she was a brunette again.

As the car pulled away, Sam saw her wink. A recognizable wink.

One that she was familiar with.

"Tabatha!" Sam mouthed silently to herself as the headlights disappeared around the corner.

And in spite of herself, she found herself smiling.