The Fetterville Complex
Chapter Two — Abbi’s Perspective
Daniel, my husband, and I fell in love with Fetterville as soon as we drove through the security gate. We moved in within two months, to number six. Our kids, Katy and Josh seemed very keen as well. That must have been three months ago now, I think. Time has become a little hazy, and I’ve lost track of it a little, but I couldn’t forget the weirdest first weekend we had at a sort of reception held for us by the Fosters at number one. He is some sort of scientist and Miriam, the wife, a psychiatrist. Edward is his name, and I remember such a dramatic entrance when he walked into the living room to address everyone. We hadn’t expected all the Community residents to be in attendance to sort of celebrate our joining them. Katy and Josh wanted to get away quickly, until Josh caught sight of Kirsty from number four. He wouldn’t know that I could see the bulge in his crotch develop as she walked up to him. I have to say though, I was proud of him, and hoped they might get along, but the Fosters’ boy Phillip sort of muscled in, not with interest in Kirsty. No. Since then he’s seemed to have developed quite a close relationship with our Josh and Katy, and stays over at ours more times than Daniel and I are comfortable with, especially as he seems to sleep now in bed with the pair of them. Daniel and I have discussed it with Miriam at the counselling sessions we have with her, talking of which at one session we found ourselves at we had an unusual experience, well just me actually, in a rather awkward situation with Phillip Foster coming on to me. Daniel took it quite well, which did surprise me given that Phillip at one point came in my mouth in front of him. Anyway, back to the reception. There we were, with Edward, or Doctor Foster as he likes to be known, making some sort of announcement when my mind just went blank. Daniel and I discussed it afterwards when an hour just seemed to pass in an instant. We were going to leave at one point and I went to look for the kids. I couldn’t find them and Miriam came up to me and said “Abbi, darling, let’s have a little wander out to the patio. Daniel’s in the kitchen with Doctor Foster, discussing his project.” “Ok, I said, maybe the kids are out there.” “Oh just relax about them. You are relaxed aren’t you Abbi?” she asked. I said “Yes, I am,” as I was. We went outside and found an area just a little away from the door. A couple of women were out there as well. Margaret and Jean I later learned, from number seven, which I knew was beside ours, but quite a few metres away, and set back. The pair of them were in their fifties, so a little older than my forty-one years, and very smartly dressed. Expensive jewellery on them as well. Perfectly coiffured hair, and if I didn’t know better I’d say that a professional make-up artist had been engaged on their faces. “Oh, here’s Phillip, Abbi. My son. Say hello to Abbi, Phillip.” “Hello Abbi” he said, and I returned the greeting. “Now Abbi, it’s important that you listen to Phillip as he wants to get to know you. Humour him and do anything he says. Ok?” “Ok,” I said both thinking and feeling a little strange as I was then. I turned to Margaret and Jean, and smiled. They smiled back. “Lift your skirt Abbi” Phillip said. “What?” I replied, and noticed then that he had a camera in his hands. “Lift your skirt up for me. Let me have a look.” Have a look at what I thought, but I did tell Miriam I’d do as he asked, so I did. “A bit higher, Abbi. That’s it,” he said, pointing the camera at my, well, you know what. “Rub yourself down there Abbi, for me,” he said. And I did put my hand there. I couldn’t explain why, but I just did, and got an embarrassing shock when I realised I had no panties on, and I had put panties on before I left home that evening. I could then feel the presence of someone beside me, and turned to see it was Jean. “You dropped these when you came out, dear. I’ll keep hold of them for you until you’ve finished.” And there she was with my panties in her hand. How the fuck that had happened I just did not know. “Rub your clit, Abbi,” Phillip said, and he was only a couple of feet away from me now, on one knee, pointing that camera at my crotch. I started rubbing. All I could think of was how could I get myself out of this situation now. I thought that maybe if I rubbed my clit he’d get fed up and piss off, so I did. But it felt good, and I did always enjoy the occasional frigging down there. I was beginning to enjoy this particular effort already when he said “finger yourself now Abbi. Put two in.” Of course I was going to put two in if any. I was well on the way to coming when I felt a hand move up between my legs and onto my arse. It was Jean beside me. I looked at her. She smiled. I’m sliding those fingers in and out now, with a little twist as they go up inside, which I like, and I’m close to coming when I feel a finger sliding down between the cheeks of my arse. Up and down it went a couple of times, then it found the outer rim of my arsehole. I looked her in the face again. She was still smiling, and then it went it. Pushing into my arse her finger was as I’m almost in a frenzy now with my fingers. Then I came. Fucking hell did I come. I let out an almighty scream as my pussy pulsated in pleasure. I couldn’t catch my breath for a few seconds, and then I felt fingers on my chin pulling my face round to face hers. Jean lent in with her lips to touch mine. She was still probing my arse as she pushed her tongue into my mouth. I’ve never been drawn to another woman. Ever. But here I accepted this intrusion into my mouth by one, and it aroused me. A lot. Our tongues connected for a few seconds before she pulled away. I felt her finger leave me, before she then put it to my lips. I instinctively opened my mouth and took it in. Sucking it like it was a small cock. When it was slowly being pulled out I sort of followed it, not wanting it to go. Jean then said “you must come over to see us, Abbi. I think we might enjoy each other.” “Yes,” I said, “I will.” She then handed me my panties and walked back into the house with Margaret. “Before you go, Abbi, I’d like you to suck on this, if you would.” It was Phillip. I’d forgotten he was there. I looked down at his hand stroking his erection. I didn’t say anything as I went down on my knees and took it in my mouth. I can’t remember much about my action as it was, save for him shooting down my throat, and when he was finished and walking away I knew I had to find Daniel to leave. I found him at the front door and we left with the kids. I so much wanted to share with him what had happened as we’d never had secrets between us, but somehow I just couldn’t bring myself to raising it, and by the time we’d got home I’d almost forgotten about it.
It became clear that Daniel and I were never going to raise with each the weirdness going on in Fetterville, but what we did discuss was the loss in sense of time whilst we were there. In the gated community that is, for when we left it to go to work it seemed that we were alright then. We both agreed that when at work we didn’t think much about Fetterville at all. It was just once back through the Gate that things became, well weird. Take the time Josh and I visited Miriam for a so-called counselling session. I’d got a call from Doctor Foster telling me to just wear a coat and high heels, oh and maybe some stockings, and that’s all I put on. So, with Josh in a tracksuit with sneakers, and me in my birthday suit below a coat we ambled up to number one for our “session”. We sat down on the settee. Josh was to my right, and Miriam sat opposite as she always did and starts off with “are you a virgin, Josh?” “Well, I suppose I am, really” he answered. “How so, really, Josh, you’re nineteen now aren’t you?” she asked. “Well, I concentrated on my studies” he replied, and I said “yes, he’s been very studious, and doing well at the moment as it is.” I am proud of him, see. He is, by all accounts, an exceptional student. Much more so that our Katy ever was. “What sort of experience have you had, then, Josh?” Miriam asked him. He replied “well, I had a bit of a thing with Tessa. She wanked me off a couple of times. Well, about six times actually. I asked if she’d suck it, but she wouldn’t, although I did come on her face a couple of times. And we never actually, er, fucked.” “That’s interesting Josh. Stand up and take that tracksuit off” she told him, and he did. “Sit back down. That’s it. Abbi. Stand up, take that coat off and stand in front of Josh, will you?” What a strange suggestion I thought and said “how is that helping here. What sort of counselling is that?” “We’re working on Josh’s tension today Abbi. Now stand up and do as I say” she said, rather firmly. Now that I knew we were working on Josh’s issues I didn’t mind so much, so I took the coat off and stood in front of him. “Cup those breasts and pull on the nipples, Abbi” she said, and I did. It does always make me a bit horny, but I was very mindful that it was my son sitting just a couple of feet from me, so I didn’t let him know I was getting a little moist then as I pinched those nipples. “Don’t touch yourself at all, Josh” she said, and then asked me “is he reacting, Abbi?” I looked down at Josh’s crotch. “Not much” I said, and I wasn’t so sure if that actually disappointed me, he was after all a man and there I was standing in front of him, naked except for a pair of stay-up stockings, playing with my tits, and all he could muster was a semi. “Finger yourself then Abbi” she said. Right on I thought. If he couldn’t get hard looking at a woman with my body then I’m going to put on a bit of a show here then. Right middle finger straight down, sliding between those already moist lips I had down there. And then in it went, quickly joined by my index finger. Moving in a circular motion inside, in and out, with a little twist as I like it, I was seriously aroused when she said “take it out, Abbi”. You see, my back was towards her, and she didn’t know I had two in there. “Let him smell it” she said, so I put them up to his nostrils. “Breath in, Josh” she told him, and he did. “How is he now, Abbi?” she asked me, and oh yes, there it was, my boy with a fully attentive cock now, just needing a little pulling down of the foreskin and about ready to go I thought. “Good. That’s good, isn’t it Josh?” she asked him. “Yes it is” he responded. “Sit down Abbi” she told me, and I have to say I felt a little disappointment just then as I’d worked myself up with my hands and fingers, and actually bit my lower lip as I watched Josh’s cock rise to attention, and now in walked Bobbi, or Roberta as she was being called. “You wanted me madam” she said to Miriam. “Yes, Roberta, suck that young man’s cock for me now will you?” “Yes, madam, of course” she responded as she made towards him. “Stand up, Josh. Roberta will knell in front of you” she told him, and he almost jumped up, eager as he was to have a woman’s lips round his cock for what I’d only learned a few minutes ago would be for the first time. “Abbi. You move up a little and sit behind him” she told me, and I did, actually keen to learn what my roll might be here as this session was all about my son’s needs after all. As I moved along the settee I’d seen Roberta’s mouth already take his cock in. Reasonable action, I thought, using her right hand as well to stimulate the shaft. My Josh was already expressing moans and sighs as men just do when your mouth is round their cock performing on it, as women do. Some well, are good at it I’m told, and others not quite so. “Abbi” Miriam said to draw my attention, which she did. “There’s some lube on the table beside the settee there, if you can lean across and get some on your fingers” she said, and as I did I noticed a six-inch dildo resting beside a little pot of water-based lubricant. I dipped the middle and index fingers of my right hand into the pot, making sure that they were reasonably covered when Miriam said “stick them in his arse, Abbi, and find that prostate to massage.” He’ll enjoy this I thought as my fingers found the rim of his arsehole. “Don’t come until I tell you, Josh, understand?” she told him. “Yes, Miriam” he replied with laboured speech, given his now heavy breathing. I pushed my fingers in. He yelped a little. It was tight, I have to say, but didn’t take me long to find that little walnut-shaped gland—I’d been probing Daniel’s since before we were married, so knew exactly where it was—and I gently massaged it when I did. I couldn’t help but then hear a sort of gagging noise coming from Roberta, and as I looked around Josh’s arse at her face I could see she’d pulled her mouth off his cock and cum was dribbling down her chin onto her tits. I hadn’t appreciated until then that she was topless, and that they were bare. “I’m so. Sorry, Miriam” he cried out, “it just happened.” “Of course it did, young man. You can’t help the body’s natural reaction to oral stimulus, especially in one so virile. How do those fingers feel like in your arse though,” she asked him, and they still were there as it happened. “It feels so nice. I love it” he replied. “Abbi, swap your fingers over for that dildo now. Let’s see the reaction then. And Roberta, get your mouth working on that cock again.” “Yes, madam” she responded. I could lean across and pick up the dildo whilst my fingers were still probing in that arse, and so it was straight in as soon as I removed them. It went in that much easier than the fingers, actually. Not much girth on it I thought, and just as well. His moans were much louder now, and Roberta’s sucking sounded more energetic as well. I was pushing in and out of Josh’s arse, taking care to ensure it was pleasurable rather than painful, when Miriam said “Abbi, have you ever licked a clit?” “No” I said, rather disdainfully actually. “Why do you ask?” I then said. “Leave that for a moment and crawl over here will you” she said. And here then was one of those weird situations that occurred time and time again once through that entrance Gate. I could not for the life of me explain why I did it, but I got down on my knees as she’d told me to do, and started crawling over to her. Once down I saw her lift her skirt slightly and part her legs. No panties that I could see, and as I got closer I could see that it was shaven. Then I saw him. Phillip Foster! He was standing behind his mother with a video camera. Miriam could see that he’d caught my attention and said “ignore him Abbi. He’s not here, ok?” And then I swear he just disappeared. One moment he was there, and the next he was not. “Focus on this now Abbi” she said as she lifted her skirt up ever so slightly more, pointing down to that shaven mound between her legs. She then parted the lips with her fingers as I reached her. I’m staring straight at her clit and she says, simply, “Now lick.” And I did. For the first time in my life my tongue was at another woman’s love bud, and I was licking it. “Don’t stop until I come. Faster now. Inside my hole a little as well” she said, and there I was, working away as I’d been told to for a couple of minutes at least. I could feel the tension in her thighs. She grabbed my head and pulled it hard into her groin with such force I was struggling to get sufficient movement in my tongue, or so I thought, as she suddenly exploded in my face. Gushed, or squirted, whatever you’d want to call it, but I had so much more than a mouthful. I couldn’t help but swallow some of it. I could sense her heavy breathing then getting lighter, light enough for her to say across to Josh “haven’t you come again, yet, Josh?” “No. Miriam” he replied. “Hurry up now” she said, “this session has overrun as it is.” And then I heard that manly scream and grunt from him as he obviously shot his load again into Roberta’s mouth. She seemed ready this time and swallow it all she obviously did. “That’s all we have time for if you’ll leave as quickly as you can” Miriam said as she stood up and lowered her skirt. I stood up, collected my coat and made to leave with an already dressed son. I turned to say something to Miriam but her back was towards me, and I’d forgotten anyway. Josh and I said nothing to each other on the way back home, and once there he went up to his room whilst I reflected on the past hour or so. I suppose the most important consideration to make was for Josh, and I felt that if he’d gotten something out of the Session today then all well and good, I was going to prepare the evening meal as always.
I’m sure it was not long after this when Phillip Foster was over one evening and upstairs with Katy and Josh. Curiosity got the better of me and I just had to creep up there to hear what was going on. Daniel wouldn’t come with me as there was a ballgame on the TV. I remember standing outside Katy’s bedroom door and could tell all three were in there. “That’s it Josh. Over her face” I heard. “I’m trying” Josh said. “Give it to me Josh. I want to taste it” Katy then said, and I just wanted to open the door, but couldn’t bring myself to. I just couldn’t imagine what Katy wanted to taste on her face and had every intention to ask her later, but if it was a youngster’s game they were playing I certainly wasn’t going to spoil the fun by barging in. No, I was going to ask about it later, but now I remember it, I just forgot to. I forgot about that just as I forgot about how I came at some point to be in the living room at number seven with Margaret and Joan sitting on the settee with their legs wide open fingering themselves whilst I was in front of them dancing! Some sort of erotic dance I was performing with like one of those crotchless and arseless bodysuits on. I can’t think where I got it from, but it was tight on me and looked just amazing all the same. I knew men were drawn to me, blessed as I was with the body I have, but this was the first time I’d experienced women looking at me in this way, and the way these two were thudding away down there between their legs I was obviously doing it for them. Then they both came, almost instantaneously, letting out screams that were more like howls. “My god, Marge. How was that for you?” Jean asked her companion. “I can’t quite talk yet, Jean. Give me a moment” Margaret replied. I’d stopped dancing, and was just looking at them. “Wine, Abbi” Jean said. “Pour some more wine and let’s get smashed” she suggested. I thought why not and went to the sideboard and refilled three glasses there. I’d remembered then that we’d already had two each before I took to the floor and strutted my stuff. I sat on the floor in front of them as we drank. Small talk it was for a few minutes, and I almost purred at the compliments for my dancing, and then Jean said “Abbi. Marge and I have always want to do like a spitroast on someone. Someone fit, and beautiful. Like you. Would you mind if we each did you at the same time with our strap-ons, taking turns to swap round?” Wow, I thought. Being fucked by two older women. I wasn’t so sure. What would it be like I thought? I wasn’t a lesbian, or bi for that matter, so in a way I wasn’t exactly keen, although I then remembered what had happened with Miriam. “Go on, Abbi” Margaret then said, “We’ll make sure you love it.” “Ok. Let’s do it” I said, totally losing myself in the moment. My excuse would be the wine I’d now finished a third glass of I thought, if I really needed an excuse, as the prospect of being fucked by these two was gradually appealing to me. I’d downed a fourth glass by the time the pair of them had left the room and returned, each with a solid strap-on pointing out from their crotches. My heart missed a beat. I was almost mesmerised by these two substitute cocks. I began to want them inside me so much. My mouth, my cunt, even my arse, there was just something in my head telling me I wanted this so badly. I couldn’t help it but I moved towards them and went down on my knees. I took Jean’s cock in my mouth and Margaret’s in my hand, stroking that as if it needed stimulating. I then swapped over. “Please. I need it now. Where can we?” I said as I looked around for the optimum place in the room to enable these two cocks to quickly change over without difficulty. The centre of the room surely, I thought, and crawled quickly towards it. I turned and pleaded again before they joined me. Margaret was in front of me. I took her in my mouth immediately. I was so wet by then that Jean just slid in behind me. I was in absolute heaven. I’d never done this with two guys, let alone two women, and I was in total ecstasy. Then and there I just came. I gagged on the cock as I did. And then they swapped. I was tasting myself on Jean’s cock now as Margaret thrusted away behind me, then I pulled my mouth off the cock and shouted “in my arse, Margaret. Fuck my arse. Please. Please fuck my arse.” And in it went. Moist from my sodden front hole it almost slid in the back one. And again I came. Almost bit down on the cock in my mouth and so thankful it wasn’t attached to a man for I feared what damage I might have done if it was. And then they swapped again. Tasting my arse this time I was feeling my heart near to exploding such was the rate it was now pumping at. And I came again, this time collapsing onto the floor. I felt dizzy. I needed more air that my mouth could take in, then I fainted.
“Abbi. Abbi. Are you there, darling” I heard as I came to on the settee. Margaret had a glass in her hand. “Here, drink this” she said. “It’s only water.” I took a sip. “Are you alright my love?” Jean asked. “Yes,” I said. “Yes. A bit better now. Thank you” I added. “Phillip Foster’s here to escort you home dear,” Margaret said. Phillip Foster, I thought. What’s he doing here? As my eyes came more into focus I saw him standing there just behind the two ladies. And he had a fucking camera in his hands! I hadn’t noticed him being there, and now didn’t know if he was all the time. “What are you doing here?” I asked him. “Relax, Abbi. Just looking to take you home. When you’re dressed” he said, and of course I weren’t dressed, was I, lying on that settee as I was in the bodysuit. Where are my clothes anyway I thought as I sat up and round. “Here’s your coat and shoes, dear” Jean said as she handed them to me. I put them on and got up. “Come on then, let’s get you home” Phillip said, and led me out of number seven to walk the short distance to ours next door. When we got to the front door I turned and said “Thank you, Phillip, but I’m alright from here.” Not waiting for a response from him I went in. As I sat down on the bed upstairs I thought what the fucking fuck just happened. What had come over me I just couldn’t fathom, and to be perfectly honest my eyes began to well up. This was all so wrong, and yet why, I just could not explain it to myself, let alone try to for others, and I began to cry.