Further...

Becky toyed with his former husband, former equal, relishing the wanton girl’s complete acceptance of things. Chris might have resisted. But Ashley was his. “How does your new pussy feel? Is it hot?”

Ashley bit her lip coyishly and blushed. “Yes sir. Very hot. Wet. Swollen... did you... want to see?”

Becky nodded and pushed her forward so Ashley bent at the waist, breasts pressing into the bench top. He gripped her jeans and tugged them down. He had to peel her panties from her sodden crotch. They were soaked. He nodded. “I think from now on you’ll wear skirts and dresses without panties,” He ruminated. Ashley made a small O with her mouth and nodded readily. Her hairless polish’s lips were swollen and puckered, beaded with her juices. She again felt objectified.

Becky inspected her clinically. “Hmmm. You’re definitely a girl now Ashley...” with his pointer finger he gently parted her folds. If her nipples were ultra sensitive her pussy was even more so. She let out and involuntary gasp and seemed to struggle to stand. Her upper body sagged. He pushed up till he found the tiny hub of her clit. Ashley inhaled as she came up to her top toes, legs tending and lovely ass cheeks clenching, her back arching as her hips moved to best maximise the pressure of his probing fingers. Her wet lips slithered along his finger and seemed to grip it with the slightest pressure. His clit swelled, a tiny epicentre of sexual pleasure. “Hmmm. You want a cock in there?”

Ashley made a noise of consent that was less words than an instinctive primal response.

Becky laughed in utter delight at the girls raw, naked need.

“You’re sure...” he teased.

“Please sir. I want more...” she begged plaintively, as swaying almost hypnotically.

“How could I deny you what you so clearly need...”