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Gail’s day quickly turns from dull to exciting, when an appointment becomes very interesting..

Gail got out of bed after laying there naked for fifteen minutes wondering if that day would be as uninteresting as most of the others. While crossing the bedroom she stopped and looked in the mirror at her naked body. “Well, not bad for 46″ she said out loud. Her breasts were slightly droopy but nothing drastic. Her pussy was not shaved but had been trimmed regularly. Her hair was a luscious brown, and thanks to the dye she used, her roots were the same colour. She’d always been proud of her figure and looks, even after her husband left her for a 20 something secretary that worked in his office.

Her left hand moved down between her legs and her middle finger stroked her pussy lips. She often played with herself while looking in the mirror, either standing up, or laying on her bed. She imagined it was somebody else’s fingers making her wet. As her finger pushed slowly inside she heard her phone ring. “Shit” she said, walking over to her dressing table and picking it up. It was the will-writing company that she’d contacted a few days ago to make an appointment. Gerry, the rep, would be over to see her at 2:30 as agreed. She wondered what Gerry would look like. Would he be tall and handsome? Would he look like the men in her fantasies when her fingers are playing between her legs?

At 2:35 the doorbell rang and Gail opened the door to see a tall well dressed woman standing there. Blonde, in her 50s, good figure and a nice two piece suit. “Hi she said, “I’m Jerry Dale, you were expecting me”. ” Oh …… er…… hello…..” Gail said. “I’m er sorry, I just, er…”. ” Let me guess, said the woman “you were expecting a man”. “Yes, I suppose I was” said Gail, “come in”.

The will writing took just over an hour, and for a lot of that time Gail couldn’t help glancing at the woman’s long legs, gorgeous hair, and attractive face. “Well” she thought to herself “she certainly makes me look plain”. Jerry turned to her and said, “that’s it all done, so, on the questionnaire you said you were divorced. So no current man in your life at the moment ?” “No” said Gail, ” no man for lots and lots of moments “. “Do you want one” said Jerry, putting her hand on Gail’s shoulder, “because some people think a woman can be better”. Gail didn’t know how to answer, and before she could think what to say, she felt the other woman’s hand move to the back of her neck and start to caress it. “How does that feel, Gail” said Jerry softly, ” I want you to tell me”. ” er.. er.. nice” Gail replied, her voice shaking a little. After a few minutes of stroking Gail’s neck and hair Jerry noticed that Gail’s eyes were closed. ” If you want me to kiss you, all you have to do is ask” she whispered. Gail thought for a second and said “please will you kiss me Jerry”. The older woman leaned forward and smiled, as she saw Gail’s lips slowly part. Their mouths met and Jerry slipped her tongue into Gail’s open mouth. Gail moved her hand behind Jerry’s head and pulled it towards her own, experiencing feelings that she’d not had for years. “Please Jerry” she said, “please let me have more. The older woman slowly moved Gail onto the floor and laid beside her, still kissing her deeply, but with her hand caressing her breast. Gail undid the buttons on her blouse and opened it up so that her lover had better access to her body. Jerry lifted Gail’s bra over her breasts, and moved her fingers onto the nipples, squeezing one and then the other, still with their tongues dancing together.

By now Gail’s mind was in turmoil, she’d not done anything like this with another female since her schooldays, but she decided to do something to Jerry and move her hand to the other woman’s breast, squeezing it through the blouse. Jerry immediately moved her hand away saying,”not yet darling, just let me do you”. Her hand moved between Gail’s legs, a job made easier, as Gail’s skirt had ridden up almost to her waist. In a matter of seconds she had pulled Gail’s lacy panties off and had her hand between the ever widening legs, and her finger was rubbing a very wet clitoris. Gail was continuously moaning into Jerry’s mouth, as she felt her excitement mounting, and her moans became a long cry of joy as she felt two fingers enter her, closely followed by a third. Her hips started to gyrate up and down, in time with the older woman’s fingers going in and out of her soaking wet hole. Their lips were still clamped together as Gail was tipped over the edge into the most powerful orgasm she could remember. Her cries and screams were lost in the depths of the other woman’s mouth.

As she came down from her shuddering climax, and Jerry’s fingers slowly came out of her, their lips parted. Gail felt suddenly alone. “Oh my God” she said, ” Wow……. that was soooooo good. My mouth is going to be sore now “. As she looked on, Jerry stood up, unzipped her skirt to reveal hold up stockings and a red thong. She took the thong off, stood astride Gail’s head, and said, ” not as sore as it will be in about 20 minutes time darling”. As Gail saw the smoothly shaved cunt descending towards her face, she wondered how soon she could phone up and make an appointment to re-write her will. Then as her lover’s wetness covered her lips and tongue she had other things to think about.

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Here’s a real-life story about lemons being turned into lemonade. It’s all about how I lost a girlfriend, back when I was a young man, and then unexpectedly gained an incredible sexual experience, as a direct result.

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A Tale of Two “Tribbies”
by rat_race

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I could barely believe what I was seeing with my own eyes. And it was all taking place right in front of me, in real time. My ex-girlfriend, Susie–who used to be my girlfriend, up until about a week ago–was “getting it on” with her best friend, Sharon, in the back yard of Sharon’s house.

Meanwhile, my friend, Davy–who was Susie’s older brother–and I were both hiding in the shadows behind the 5-foot-tall rock wall that separated Sharon’s back yard from her neighbor’s back yard, and we were secretly witnessing those two young dishwater blondes, who were so caught up in the throes of their own lesbian passions that they never noticed our two pairs of peeping Tom eyes that were popped up just over the top of that rock wall that evening.

Barely one week before this, Davy, Sharon, Susie and I were all part of the same Scooby Gang. And we had been for quite some time. We all lived on the same street in my neighborhood, and we were all close to the same age. So we related to each other very well. We used to hang out together all the time.

But what we four Scooby Gangers all really loved to do the most, was to secretly sneak out of our respective homes very late at night, and then rendezvous together somewhere outside in the shadows behind the trees and bushes and other neighbors’ houses, so that we could sit and talk, and basically enjoy each other’s company. And believe it or not, it was that innocent. Talking quietly and joking around occasionally was pretty much all that we ever did together, whenever we would sneak out at nights like that.

Oh, yeah. There was one more thing. I also used to hold hands with Susie, and put my arm around her shoulders or her waist, and even lean over from time to time and give Susie a big juicy kiss on the lips, because she was my girlfriend at the time, and we were “going steady” with each other.

If you want to get a good idea of what Susie looked like, just picture the girl Muppet (the one named “Janice”) who was the guitarist for the Muppet rock house band on The Muppet Show. In other words, my girlfriend, Susie, had mastered that classic thin, lanky “California girl” look. And just like her Muppet counterpart, Susie was also virtually flat-chested.

But honestly, that didn’t matter me at all. In fact, believe it or not, to this very day, flat-chested or small-breasted women turn me on the most. And I was head-over-heels for Susie at the time. I loved the way that her entire body looked, just as much as I loved the person who was inside that awesome-looking “California girl” body of hers.

And so you can imagine my disbelief and total shock when Susie had met with me in private just the week before, and told me that she was breaking up with me. I was devastated by that unexpected piece of news!

My friend, Davy, on the other hand, was nothing less than elated when he found out about Susie breaking up with me. Susie was his younger sister, by about a year. And he wasn’t too thrilled that his little sister had taken a liking to his long-time friend.

Davy was about a year older than me. But despite our age difference, we were very close friends, and had been for many years. Shortly after I had reached puberty, Davy had taken me under his wing and patiently taught me all about “masturbation,” and “sperm,” and other sexually-related stuff like that.

So Davy and I had a special bond, and one which had been unintentionally threatened by my romantic relationship with Susie, over the last several months. Basically, during the daylight and evening hours, I was hanging out more and more with Susie, and less and less with Davy. But late at night, our whole Scooby Gang still continued to get together to sneak out–that is, until Susie finally broke up with me, which brought everything to a grinding halt.

Then about a week later, on a Friday night at around 2:00 AM, I was woken up by the high-pitched sound of a coin being steadily-but-gently tapped against the glass of my bedroom window. And so I got up out of bed and went to the window to investigate. And there was Davy on the other side of the glass pane, motioning for me to open the window up.

When I did, Davy explained to me in a forced whisper that he knew exactly why Susie had broken up with me, and that he wanted me to sneak out with him right away, so that he could show me why.

To be sure, that was a very cryptic thing for me to hear coming out of Davy’s mouth. But of course, it did manage to pique my interest enough to make me quickly get dressed, and climb out of my bedroom window to join my friend in whatever “unexpected adventure” that he obviously had planned for the two of us that night.

As soon as I was standing in the grass on the outside of my bedroom window and had closed the window behind me, Davy took off, walking down the street towards Sharon’s house at a very brisk pace.

I naturally followed him, wondering why he was taking me towards Sharon’s house. “Why are we going to Sharon’s?” I asked, struggling to keep up with Davy’s energetic pace.

“Shhhh. Just be very quiet and follow me, okay? You’ll see for yourself soon enough,” Davy quickly reprimanded me.

And with that, Davy walked past Sharon’s house to her next-door neighbor’s house on the other side, before carefully opening the gate, and entering that neighbor’s back yard. I followed right behind Davy, and he ever-so-gently coaxed the gate closed behind us, leaving us both standing on the long, narrow strip of land between the neighbor’s garage wall and the 5-foot-tall rock wall immediately to our left. It was a warm, clear, moonlit summer night. And it was very dark outside.

“What are we here for?” I asked again, but this time in a very soft whisper, directed into Davy’s right ear.

“Shhh,” Davy whispered back, just as quietly, “They’ll hear us.”

“Who’ll hear us?” I whispered back.

“Shut up, and just listen, okay?” Davy advised me.

And sure enough, I could hear all sorts of subdued, strange sounds coming from Sharon’s back yard. They were those special little sucking and licking kinds of wet sounds that only human lips and mouths can make. And then I heard a soft, whimpering-through-the-nose kind of sound come from what was unmistakeably a girl’s voice; followed and overlapped by an open-mouthed, breathy, long-lasting “ahhhhhh” sound, obviously coming from a different girl’s mouth.

Davy went over to the rock wall and peeked over the top of it, motioning for me to follow suite. So I went up to the wall, just a few feet on the over side of Davy. I stood up on my tiptoes, and peeked over the wall, just like Davy was doing.

Before me, was a scene that I could have never imaged in my wildest dreams! On the other side of the rock wall was the clothesline in Sharon’s back yard. You know? The kind with two, rounded, “T”-shaped, metal posts on each end, and four wires strung across tautly between the the two posts, which are about 20 feet apart from each other. Well tonight, one of the four clothesline wires was being used as the roof structure for a large makeshift tent, that had obviously been created by clothes-pinning several bedsheets together, and then using rocks on each corner of the sheets, to hold them down and form a classic tent-looking upside-down “V” shape, that was wide-open at each end of the makeshift tent.

The back porch light was on the far side of the makeshift tent, and shining through the flimsy cotton sheet “walls” of the tent, so that I could clearly make out the shadowy outline of two female bodies that were moving all around very close together, wrapped in an embrace. And thanks to all the little slurp-slurp sounds they were making, it was obvious that these two girls were “getting it on” with each other.

Then I heard a very soft Sharon’s voice say something like, “Ooh, yeah. That’s it, baby.”

And then an equally-subdued Susie’s voice said something like, “Yeah. You like that, don’t you?”

“I don’t just like it. I love it. And I love you,” said Sharon’s voice, which was still barely above the level of a whisper.

“I love you, too,” Susie’s whispery voice replied.

Davy and I moved down the wall a little ways, until we could finally peek over and see directly into one of the wide-open ends of the large, upside-down “V”-shaped tent.

What Davy and I initially saw took my breath away for a few moments. Susie was lying on top Sharon, passionately French-kissing her, while she was actively fingering Sharon’s pussy.

Susie had a T-shirt-style, below-the-knee length nightshirt on. But it was hiked up around her waist, with her bare slender hips and tight butt-cheeks hanging out, because she wasn’t wearing any panties. At this point, Susie’s breasts were still hidden up under her lightweight, plain-looking nightshirt. But keep in mind that Susie’s “breasts” were really not much more than just glorified, puffed-out, enlarged nipples anyway.

Sharon, on the other had, definitely could have worked at Hooters, if she had wanted to. But right now, she was lying on her back–on top of what looked like an opened-up sleeping bag–underneath Susie. Sharon had her head on a pillow, and she had her legs spread far apart, in order to give Susie easy access to her bare, hairy honeypot.

And just like Susie, Sharon was wearing what I initially thought was a below-the-knee length nightshirt, with no panties on. But Sharon had her nightshirt hiked all the way up under her chin, with her bare voluptuous breasts hanging out underneath the crumpled-up material of her nightshirt (which I later realized was actually a lightweight, summer-style nightgown). And she had a cupped hand around each fleshy globe on either side of her chest, as she was squeezing and massaging her own bulbous breasts, while she was letting Susie finger-fuck her pussy.

Perhaps the best part, was that the two girls just happened to be facing the other direction under the tent, so that Davy and I were treated to the “feet, legs and crotches” view of their lovemaking. From this angle–and thanks to the back porch light that was steadily shining through the cotton sheet tent wall on the far side, making the whole inside of the tent glow like a giant open-ended lantern against the dark sky outside–it was easy for us boys to see each girl’s pussy, and to see just how differently their two pussies looked from one another. For example, Susie’s pussy mound was noticeably smaller than Sharon’s, and it wasn’t anywhere near as hairy as Sharon’s was, either.

As Davy and I continued our peeping Tom activities, it didn’t take long at all for my penis to become fully-erect. And naturally, I did the one thing that I always do whenever that happens, and I’m alone somewhere: I reached down into my crotch and began fondling my clothing-covered penis.

And then I remembered that Davy was standing just a few feet away from me. So I glanced over at Davy for just a moment, and even though it was very dark where we were standing, I could tell from the outline of his body, that he already had his hand down in his own crotch, and he was doing the exact same thing that I was.

The two girls “went at it” for quite a while, with Susie French-kissing Sharon while she was energetically finger-fucking her pussy. And of course, Sharon would writhe around underneath Susie, each time that Susie was making her cum.

And then all of the sudden, Susie sat up and pulled her fingers out of Sharon’s pussy. And I heard Susie ask Sharon, “Are you ready, sweetie?”

“Oh, yeah,” Sharon quickly answered back.

All I could think was, Why are you asking Sharon if she’s ready? And what exactly is she ready for?

Then the very next thing that Susie started doing to Sharon literally made me cum in my pants.

While Sharon continued lying on her back with her legs spread apart, Susie repositioned her body over Sharon’s, so that she was sitting up, with her legs in a scissored position with Sharon’s legs. Susie now had her bare vulva pressed right up against Sharon’s bare vulva, with her pussy crack at about a 45-degree angle to Sharon’s pussy crack.

Then Susie began humping away at Sharon’s already-wet pussy mound, acting as if she were actually fucking Sharon.

And that’s when I automatically orgasmed, unloading a whole wad of sperm directly into the crotch of my “tighty whities.”

At the time, I didn’t know that “tribbing” even existed, much less that it actually had a name. But there I was that night, secretly witnessing it happen right in front of me, in all of its full-blown glory. To be honest with you, it was almost too exciting to watch. But I also couldn’t bring myself to pull my eyes away.

Susie rubbed her vulva against Sharon’s very slowly and methodically at first. But pretty soon, Susie was literally slapping her mound up against Sharon’s on each inward hip-thrust, just like a super-horny, dick-less bunny rabbit who was on a mission to make baby bunnies with Sharon.

While Susie was doing that, Sharon reached across and pulled Susie’s nightshirt up over her head, taking it completely off. Then Sharon reached up and started tweaking Susie’s tiny titties between her fingertips.

Susie responded by reaching down and grabbing hold of Sharon’s “C”-cup size breasts, one in each hand. And she just held onto them, as she was leaning back, looking upward towards the top of the tent, while she continued humping away at Sharon’s pussy, until she finally orgasmed.

And it was very easy to tell when Susie started cumming, because not only did I see her entire body shudder convulsively, as well as hear her make some pretty strange gurgling noises and vocalizations, but I also saw her squirting all over Sharon’s pussy and lower abdomen.

Of course, at the time, I thought that Susie was peeing all over Sharon’s pussy. And that thought only served to quickly get my dick rock-hard again, inside my already-gooey and sticky underwear.

And that was a pretty painful experience at first–and one which I’m sure that most you guys out there can relate to–because by the time that my dick had begun “growing” again and stiffening up, the tip of it (where my piss-hole slit is located) was already sperm-glued to the inside of the front panel of my cotton underwear. I had to literally yank the glued underwear panel away from the tip of my dick, so that it could keep on “growing” and become erect inside of my pants again. The worst part was that I couldn’t make a sound while I was doing that. The best part was that the stinging pain only lasted for a couple of seconds.

At any rate, to make a long story short, after French-kissing each other and hugging for a little while, Susie and Sharon eventually switched places, with Sharon being the one who was now sitting up on top of Susie. Sharon finally took off her nightgown and began humping away at Susie’s pussy, “cowgirling” her just like a pro. Let’s just say that it was obvious to me that this definitely wasn’t Sharon’s first “pussy-riding rodeo.”

At some point while Sharon was humping away at Susie, I came inside my underwear for the second time that night. And immediately afterwards, I suggested to Davy that we should go ahead and leave, before we got caught by the girls. I told him that, if we waited until after the two girls had finally finished their lovemaking for the night, there was a much better chance that they would catch us spying on them.

Davy quickly agreed with me, and we both quietly made beelines to our respective homes.

Once I was back inside of my house, I went straight to the bathroom to wash off my dick and put on a clean pair of underwear.

And I’m sure that Davy did the same thing, when he got back to his house. Considering what he and I had just secretly witnessed, it would have been damn near impossible for him to not have ejaculated inside his pants and underwear at least once.

That very next afternoon, I just happened to see Susie and Sharon hanging out together in the front yard of Sharon’s house. But this time, I knew their “big secret.” I knew that they weren’t just friends with each other. No, sir. They were much more than that. They were in-the-closet lesbian lovers, and seasoned “tribbies.” And I also knew that I didn’t have a snowball’s chance in hell of getting Susie back as my girlfriend–despite the fact that I still wanted to fuck her so badly, that I could barely stand it.

And course, I now understood why Susie had been so evasive about certain things, when she was having her little “break-up talk” with me the week before. For example, when I had asked Susie if there was another guy involved, she had steadfastly insisted that there wasn’t. And at the time, I really didn’t believe her. But now, after what Davy and I had secretly witnessed last night, I really couldn’t blame Susie for not wanting to admit to me the real truth about why she was dumping me.

And later that same day, as I was jacking myself off, I fantasized about Susie, and about her cute little titties, and about her wonderful “pissing” pussy, and about the awesome tribbing what I had witnessed the night before. And I wondered if I would ever get the opportunity to secretly watch Susie and Sharon “in action” again.

But unfortunately, that kind of stuff only happens in a perfect world.

Oh, well. C’est la vie…

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After signing the divorce papers Jane wants to feel young and loved and sexy again, she meets a woman in a bar that offers her a handjob under the table.

A public rebound

Jane had just signed the divorce papers. It was both sad and a relief at the same time. Her husband, now ex-husband had become increasingly manipulative, his emotion regulation skills seemed to be degenerating and every time he was angry or sad he blamed it on her, as if it was her job to shield him from emotions. For a while she’d tried, but it was impossible to predict what would make him angry. It could be that someone had parked in his parkingspot, or that the dishes hadn’t been done, or it could be the other way round, that he got angry because she had done the dishes and he now couldn’t find his favorite mug, that was just in cupboard where it was supposed to go.

Well now it was all over anyway. Still there was still some snippets of love left and it was painfull to see him walk away from the courthouse without even looking back. She knew she had a lot of healing to do, she had to grief and process this all before she could dive into the next relationship, yet she didn’t want to wait. She wanted to have a big rebound, she wanted to feel sexy and loved, she wanted to feel admired, she wanted to numb the pain and emptiness with a cock filling her pussy.

It was only two o’clock in the afternoon, yet she went into a pub and ordered a beer. She texted a few friend but they were still at work, they would come by after work though. She took her beer into a booth and just played with the coasters for a while.

‘Are you alright?’ There was a woman standing next to her table. She appeared to be in her thirties, her hair dyed raven black and she had a bunch of tattoo’s on her arms.

‘I’m fine.’ Jane said.

‘Really?’ The woman tilted her head. ‘Not to be rude, but you look like someone who’s trying to drink away their pain, and let me tell you that’ll only leed to addiction and…’

‘Yeah, whatever.’ Jane said. ‘I don’t need a peptalk, I just need a friend.’

‘I can be your friend.’ The woman said. She sat down next to Jane and slid closer. Her thigh touching Jane’s thigh.

‘I… that’s…’ Jane stuttered.

‘I’m Angel by the way, well my parents actually called me Angela, but I like Angel better, don’t you?’

‘Sure.’ Jane said.

‘So what’s the pain you’re trying to drink away?’

‘I’m celebrating.’ Jane said. ‘I just signed the divorce papers.’ She didn’t know why she pulled the papers out of her bag and showed them to this strange woman. ‘So…’ Jane shrugged.

‘O dear.’ Angel said. She put her hand on Jane’s thigh and slowly stroke up and down as if she was trying to sooth Jane. ‘So now what?’ She asked. ‘What’s next for this little lady?’

Jane lifted her glass of beer. ‘This.’ She said.

Angel started laughing. ‘Fair enough.’ She said. ‘You know what, I’ve got something even better.’ She was figdetting under the table and secretively showed her a little bottle.

‘Eye drops?’ Jane asked.

‘It’s Kizomine.’ She whispered.

‘Never heard of it.’ Jane said.

‘Just a few drops and you’ll be…’ Angel crossed her eyes and stuck her tongue out of her mouth. ‘You’ll forget all about, Cheaty mcFart-face.’

‘My husband didn’t cheat on me.’ Jane said.

‘You want some?’

‘A moment ago you’re warning me about alcohol addiction and now you’re trying to get me to use drugs?’ Jane said.

Angel shrugged and gave her a cheeky smile. ‘You want to try it or not?’ She asked.

‘What is it anyway? Is it dangerous? Is it addictive?’ Jane asked

Angel started laughing and shook her head. ‘It kills less braincells and it’s less addictive than alcohol,’ she said. ‘But it is more potent though, just a few drops and you’ll feel… it’s hard to explain… I guess you just have to experience it for yourelf.’

For a moment Jane looked at the bottle of eye drops. She knew full well it was a horrible idea to accept drugs from strangers in a bar, but she was a tad bit self-destructive anyway and it wasn’t like she’d never done drugs before. In her teenage years and early adult hood before she got married she’d been on quite and experimental strike. She wanted to be that girl again, that free young pretty thing with her whole life in front of her.

‘Fine.’ She said. ‘What do I do?’

Angel looked over at the bar. ‘Open your mouth.’ She said.

Jane obeyed and Angel let a few drops of the drug fall onto her tongue. It was gross, it tasted strangely bitter and extremely salty at the same time. A shiver ran down her spine and she washed her mouth with another sip of beer.

Angel’s hand was once more rubbing her thigh.

‘Now what?’ Jane said. ‘I don’t feel anything yet.’ Before she finished talking there was a rush of happiness that spread through her chest and her mind, quickly followed by another rush and another rush. It was like her head was pulsating with love and loopiness.

‘Okay,’ she said nodding. ‘Okay, I get it.’

There was a surge of satisfaction in her chest, like there was nothing left to want, nothing left to strive for. The world was perfect already, she was precisely where she was supposed to be. Angel’s hand a delightfull caress, her fingers swirling over Janes thigh, up and down, inching closer and closer to her inner thighs, to her pussy.

‘Yeah.’ Jane mumbled, she rested her head on Angels shoulder and pressed her lips against the side of her neck, her warm skin, silky soft, she snuggled up to Angel.

She was filled with so much love. She loved everyone in this pub, and she loved the woodworker that build the tables too, and the electrician who put up the lights, the brewers who brewed the beer, everyone who made this moment possible. Life was amazing, life was full of love and trust and other amazing people.

Angel softly lifted Jane’s head and put a kiss against her lips, her tongue bumping into her mouth, a thight embrace.

‘I love you.’ Jane said dreamily, the moment Angel’s mouth dissappeared from her.

‘I know you do sweety.’ Angel said. Angel’s hand in between her legs was now rubbing up her pussy, pressing into the crotch of her jeans. It was an amazing feeling, it was so warm and fuzzy and tingly, so filled with love and arousel. She spread her legs apart so Angel could feel her up even better.

‘Yeah,’ Angel said. ‘You like that don’t you?’

‘I love it.’ Jane said groggy.

Angel fidgetted with the zipper and a moment later she’d opened Jane’s pants. She slid her hand into the panties. Warm agile fingers were now exploring Jane’s pussy. Arousal swirled through her body and involuntarily her hips started rocking, trusting forward, frotting herself against Angels fingers.

Her mind befuddled, so in love, so perfect. Her pussy spasming in excitement. She knew full well they were in a pub, that she’d been daydrinking, that she’d accepted drugs from a stranger that made her feel like this, this happy and horny and carefree.

Angels fingers found her clit and slowly she started rubbing it, circling around it, making Jane more aroused than she’d ever been. It wasn’t long before and orgasm started to build up. Jane started panting, it was hard to keep focussed on anything beside the finger, besides the arousal that was spreading through her pussy quickly.

She pressed her lips together and surpressed a moan. Her whole body was tense. She put her hand in front of her mouth. She bit her finger to keep herself from moaning out loud.

‘Sshhh.’ Angel whispered in her ear. She was leaning against Jane. Her breast against her upperarm, her mouth close to her ear, her tongue toying with her earlobe. ‘Just relax, just enjoy, just surrender.’ She whispered.

It was like a magic spell. Jane relaxed in that moment, she felt the muscles in her shoulder relax, she was happy to be here, coming here was a good idea, it was so exciting to get a handjob in public and she wasn’t scared or embarrassed about it at all. She rested her head onto Angels shoulder once more.

She started to cum, her orgasm was like a tsunami, she could feel it approaching, she was trembling with anticipation as it came closer and closer and then if finally crashed through her. She almost let out a moan and quickly Angel put her lips on hers to keep her quiet.

She closed her eyes and just surrendered to the moment, her pussy was convulsing, her heart beating rapidly, she was panting and just overcome with pleasure. Gradually it subsided again and she let out a deep sigh and another one.

‘Wow.’ She mumbled. ‘Just… wow.’

‘I know.’ Angel said.

‘You know I kind of came here looking for a rebound, I thought a cock in my pussy could help me move on from my ex, but this was nice too.’ Jane started giggling. ‘I mean, it was more than nice. It was… it was…’

‘Sshhh.’ Angel said again. ‘Don’t talk too loud, okay?’

Jane nodded.

‘I’ve got a cock at home if you want.’

‘You do?’ Jane asked.

‘A strap-on.’ Angel said. ‘You want to come home with me?’

‘Yes.’ Jane said nodding. ‘Yes please.’

‘Close your pants.’ Angel said.

Jane obeyed, she zipped up her jeans and then she took Angels hand and followed her out of the pub, she followed her home, she would follow her wherever she would go.

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Kelly and I were in the process of moving her stuff into the house, when…

#7

I put my shorts back on, Kelly started the truck again, and we drove to her sorority house. It was only a four minute drive so it was nice and quick. She showed me inside, giving me the grand tour. The first floor had the living room with a big-screen; the dining room had a ping pong table in it and a dart board on the wall. It was a pretty big house. There was a full bathroom and three bedrooms on the first floor. These were the three biggest, so they were for the highest sorority sisters in the house. We walked down to the basement where there was another TV, a foosball table, and a pinball machine in the living area, and three more bedrooms and another full bathroom. These rooms were a little smaller, but still enough room to house two beds bunked on top of each other. “This looks nice,” I said as we walked through the basement and back to the stairs. We walked to the top floor of the house. There were four bedrooms upstairs. Each room had two beds in it, also bunked. Kelly showed me her room, the last one on the right. It didn’t seem as if anyone else was at the house.

She told me, “Once you live here long enough and someone else moves out or up, you can move bedrooms closer to the front of the house. It’s kind of a status thing to have your room toward the front.” There were two full bathrooms upstairs. All four bathrooms were laden with pink towels, hair dryers, make-up bags, and all the other things girls keep in the bathroom. We walked back down the hallway toward the stairs. As we walked past one room, I noticed that the door was cracked a little so, out of curiosity, I looked in. I saw a girl changing out of her cheerleader uniform. She was in great shape. She was about 5’ 8” tall, dark brown hair, tanned and she had smaller, perky tits, probably a B-cup, but still very nice. She was in perfect shape. She must have taken her shirt off right before I got there because she was peeling herself out of her sports-bra. She took it off, threw it on her bed next to the shirt then she started to unzip her skirt. “What are you doing Brett? Let’s go get my stuff.” Kelly came walking back toward me.

“Ssshhhh,” I whispered to her and pointed in the room. Kelly came over next to me and looked into the room. “You said you like watching people right? Well, this is a good chance to watch. Plus, she’s hot.”

“No shit she’s hot, dummy, she’s a cheerleader. I think that’s a requirement,” Kelly whispered back to me, peering over my shoulder. Intent on seeing this girl change, I grabbed Kelly’s arm and held it tight to my side. Kelly moved in, closer to me, pressing her boobs into my back to try to get a better view. “This is so wrong, but it’s hot. I now know how you felt watching Amber that night in the tree. It’s hard not to look.”

“I know. Do you think…never mind.”

“Do I think what???”

“I don’t know. Do you think you will be friends with her?”

“Um, yeah, we live together. Why do you ask? Wait. I know the answer to that. Don’t I?”

“Maybe,” I responded. “She’s hot Kel.” Kelly pulled herself even closer to me as the girl in the room took her skirt off. She had the cheerleader underwear on under the skirt. Those came off next, revealing a small, black g-string. She went over to the bed where she had tossed her uniform, and started to fold it. Her skirt fell on the floor and as she bent over to pick it up, Kelly’s eyes lit up. She was looking right at her pussy, which was barely covered by the skimpy underwear. We could see her pussy lips sticking out of either side of the underwear. Kelly moaned quietly, squeezing my arm with hers. Kelly started to fidget a little; I noticed she was rubbing her legs together, squeezing them. I looked at her, and she just smiled, seductively. I reached back with one hand and found Kelly’s crotch, and started to rub it. She loosened up the grip of her legs enough to let my hand in. She reached around and started to rub my cock through my shorts. As the girl stood up, she turned to walk to her closet to put her uniform away. Kelly and I continued to rub each other while watching those perky tits walk across the room. She was so pretty with her makeup on and her hair up in a tight pony tail, she seemed to float as she walked. She started walking over to the door, so Kelly and I had to quickly, but quietly walk away.

“Hey,” a voice said behind us as we got to the stairs. “You must be Kelly.”

Kelly turned to see her naked body standing in the hallway. “Yeah, um, I just joined and I’m moving my stuff in today.” They shook hands with each other. “This is Brett, my,” she paused and looked at me. “My boyfriend.”

Shocked that Kelly said that, I turned around. There in front of me was a hot cheerleader in only a skimpy, see-through g-string. She stood there, not trying to cover herself up. “Hi,” I stammered. “I’m, um, Brett.” I stuck out my hand to shake her hand making sure I kept eye contact with her, but making good use of my peripheral vision.

Snickering, she said, “Hi, um, Brett. I’m Rachel. It’s nice to meet you two. Welcome to our house. You’re gonna have a lot of fun here. It’s a great place to live.” Rachel, Kelly and I stood there talking for a couple of minutes. Still, she made no effort to cover herself up. She was acting like there was nothing odd about this situation. Whenever Rachel would look at Kelly, I would stare at her body, almost hoping that she would catch me. I think she knew that I was staring, but it didn’t seem to bother her. We finished talking and Rachel said, “OK, well if you want help moving some stuff in let me know. I’m gonna take a quick shower. It was nice to meet you Kelly and, um Brett.” She smirked and walked into the bathroom.

“That was close,” I said to Kelly as we walked down the stairs. “That was also kind of awkward, standing there, talking to a naked girl we just met after we were watching her change.”

“Yeah, it was kind of a close call too. I wonder what she would have done if she caught us.”

“I don’t think it would have been as bad as one would think. I’m pretty sure she caught me staring at her when she wasn’t looking. Plus, if she was afraid of someone seeing her naked, why would she stand in the hallway, naked, and have a full conversation with us? Anyway, let’s go get your stuff.”

We walked down the stairs and out to the truck. We each made about five trips in carrying boxes, bags, whatever she had in the truck. Each time we passed the bathroom and heard the shower running, we would peer in, but the curtain was drawn, so we couldn’t see Rachel. As we put the last couple of boxes in Kelly’s room, the shower stopped. Kelly was about to walk out to the hallway when I grabbed her wrist, pulling her back in the room. “Wait,” I whispered. Kelly, looked at me in playful disgust, smiling.

“What? Do you wanna see her naked or fuck me on my new bed?”

“Both?” I requested. “But I’m pretty sure it’s one or the other huh?”

“Maybe. Let’s see.” Kelly started to kiss me, holding my head with her hands behind my ears, pulling me into her. She stuck her tongue in my mouth and it went crazy. “Rachel is so hot. She has such a small build, but she’s taller. Once I saw her, my mind ran wild with the three of us going at it.”

“I know,” I replied. “Me too. What is it with us? I mean, we fuck each other all the time and we still have fun. Do you really consider me your boyfriend? Or was that a ploy so she didn’t assume I was just some random guy you brought in?”

“I don’t know. I guess. After I said that, it kinda hit me; maybe I do really like him. I asked myself if I could see me and you together and I got a really good feeling inside.”

I was trying to face it that Kelly really liked me as more than a friend and a fuck-buddy. I liked her too but I didn’t know how to act on my feelings. I’ve never had a real girlfriend before, and now I’m faced with having a REALLY hot college girl who wants to be mine. I thought about it for almost a second and said to Kelly, “I get that same feeling. I think I could do this girlfriend-boyfriend thing. I can’t drive until next year though, so you would have to come home to see me.”

“That’s fine; it would be more than worth it.” She grabbed my hardening cock and kissed me again. I grabbed her ass and she let out a moan. Rachel must have heard us talking and Kelly’s moan because when I looked at Kelly, I saw Rachel standing in the doorway, slowly drying her hair with a towel, her eyes fixed on us. I stopped kissing Kelly, my eyes led her to the doorway. Kelly said, “Oh, hi again Rachel. Sorry.”

“Why apologize?” Rachel asked. “I don’t mind. Actually I think its hot, seeing two people kissing and making out. I’m the one who should apologize, standing here, watching. I should go.”

“No,” I stopped her. “You don’t need to go. I mean if it’s OK with you Kel.”

Kelly looked at me, then back at Rachel, “No don’t go. In fact, please come in and stay. My room is a mess with all the boxes, but there’s one spot that is still clean,” glancing at and referring to the bed. Kelly slowly walked me backward toward the bed and pushed me down on it. “Come on in Rachel, its ok. Close the door in case someone else comes home. Come here.”

Rachel walked slowly toward us. Standing in front of me Kelly reached for Rachel’s hand, grabbing it and pulling Rachel toward her. Kelly softly grabbed Rachel around the waist and looked into her eyes. Rachel dropped her towel, grabbed Kelly’s face, and cautiously kissed her. Kelly returned the kiss, moving her hands around to the small of Rachel’s back. I slowly stood up off of the bed and moved behind Kelly, sliding my hands around her waist and pressing my hardening cock into her ass. Rachel brought her hands down to meet mine. she interlaced her fingers with mine and guided my hands up Kelly’s stomach. Just as our hands were getting to Kelly’s breasts, Rachel turned my hands toward her and placed my hands on her chest. I slowly started rubbing her tits, feeling my way around them and noticing that her nipples were getting harder with each pass of my fingers. Rachel let go of my hands and returned hers to Kelly’s chest. My cock was continuing to grow, pushing harder into Kelly’s ass. Kelly brought one of her hands off of Rachel and started rubbing my cock with it. I started to hump her as she rubbed me. Rachel must have noticed me humping Kelly because she also brought one hand down to my cock. Rachel pushed Kelly’s hand away from my shaft, slid her hand down, inside my shorts and started to stroke my cock, slowly. Kelly, being in between Rachel and me, broke her kiss of with Rachel and moved herself out of the way, so Rachel and I could get closer. Rachel and I locked eyes, and she took the half-step closer to me, pressing her naked chest against me and started to kiss me. Rachel moved her hand down to my balls and started to massage them. Kelly bent over and began to pull my shorts off, letting my hard cock stick out freely. My shorts were around my ankles, Rachel was massaging my balls and kissing me, and Kelly was rubbing Rachel’s tits from behind her. Rachel then grabbed my shirt, pulling it over my head to take it off of me.

“You know,” Rachel said, kissing me. “Kelly is the only one with her clothes still on Brett. I think you and I need to do something about that.”

“Yeah, I noticed that. Do you want the shirt of the shorts Rachel?”

“I’ll take the shirt, I wanna see what’s underneath it,” Rachel said as she turned toward Kelly.

I knelt down in front of Kelly and started to unbutton her shorts. Then I unzipped them, exposing her cleanly shaved pussy. I slid my finger around her waistband and slowly peeled the shorts off of Kelly. By the time I got her shorts to her knees, Rachel had Kelly’s shirt up and over her breasts exposing her pink bra. Kelly raised her arms and the shirt came off. I looked up at Rachel and Kelly and they were both smiling, moving in to kiss each other. Rachel moved her hands around to the back of Kelly’s bra and unhooked it. She took a step back, pulling Kelly’s bra off, revealing those beautiful breasts. The look on Rachel’s face was as if she just discovered a hidden treasure. She pulled the bra off Kelly’s arms, threw it on the floor, bent over and started to kiss Kelly’s tits. I was still kneeling in front of Kelly’s bare pussy, watching this. Rachel put one of her hands on the back of my head, pushing me into Kelly’s crotch. Kelly, spread her legs a little, giving me perfect access to her wet slit. I stuck my tongue out and started to lick her clit. I moved a hand up and started to massage her wet pussy lips.

“Does this happen often here?” Asked Kelly.

Rachel responded between kisses, “I can’t answer that. Don’t you know the rule?”

“Yeah, sorry. I know the rule,” Kelly answered her. Just thinking about all the different shit that could possibly go on in a house of college girls got my dick pumping. I brought my other hand up to Rachel’s crotch, and started to rub her clit. She let out a moan as my fingers made little circles around her wet snatch. Kelly started to grind her pussy on my face as Rachel was licking her tits. Rachel then stood up and kissed Kelly some more. Rachel pulled mu hand off of her pussy and brought it up to my mouth. In doing so, I had to release my tongue from Kelly’s pussy. Rachel started to suck on my fingers looking at Kelly.

“You know, Kelly, there is another unwritten rule here.”

“And what’s that?” Kelly inquired.

“Whenever we have a guy in the house, he is free game to anyone in the room. and since you and I are the only two girls here, we have to share him.”

‘Hell yes!’ I thought to myself.

Rachel pulled me up to my feet, kissed me and looked at Kelly asking, “Do you mind?”

“No, as long as it’s ok with you Brett, which I’m sure it is, Go ahead Rachel.”

Rachel then got down on her knees in front of me and took my cock into her mouth without using her hands. Kelly was watching her suck me off. “Damn that’s hot Rachel,” Kelly said. I grabbed Kelly’s head and pulled her toward me and started to kiss her. The feel of Rachel’s warm mouth around my shaft felt great. I reached up and started to pinch and twist Kelly’s nipples.

After a couple of minutes of Rachel sucking my cock, she stood up, went over to the bed and put her hands on it, bending at the waist. Rachel, looked at me over her shoulder, said, “Hey,” and motioned with her head for me to come over there. I turned and started to walk toward Rachel’s exposed pussy. Kelly took a hold of my cock as I got closer and placed the tip at the entrance of Rachel’s wet slit. I grabbed Rachel’s waist and started to push. Once the head popped in, it felt so good. It was a little tight, but very good. Rachel’s pussy was warm and wet. She pushed back against me, making me enter her all the way. Kelly moved toward Rachel and started to rub her tits. “No, you get over here and lay on the bed. I get both of you now.”

Kelly crawled up on the bed, laying down in front of Rachel. Rachel lowered her head and started to lick and suck Kelly’s clit. Kelly must have really enjoyed that because she started to moan immediately. As I kept pumping into Rachel, she kept pushing back, forcing my dick all the way inside her. Now all three of us were moaning. Kelly reached back, grabbed my ass and pulled me with her as she moved on top of Kelly. She crawled up on the bed, kneeled, straddling Kelly and started to kiss her. Kelly must have known what Rachel was doing because she reached down, pulled my cock out of Rachel and guided it to her own pussy. I pushed into Kelly’s wet slit and my dick slid freely into it. I could hear the passion between the two girls from their wet kissing and their moaning. I pumped Kelly a few more times then pulled out and went back to Rachel. “Now you got the hang of it boy. You’re gonna like having your girlfriend live here, we take great care of each other. Especially when you come to visit. We love having guests.”

I could have told you that within the first three minutes of being in the house. I continued to switch back and forth between sopping wet pussies. Kelly reached down and started to play with Rachel’s clit so Rachel returned the favor. Standing there, looking down I was watching two girls making out with each other, playing with each other, and watching my rock hard dick run in and out of both of them. I started to pump faster the next time I got to Kelly. She knew that I was getting ready to cum. “Rachel, do you want his cum?” she asked.

“Oh yeah. Let it go inside me Brett. I love to feel that hot shit pumped into me.”

“Brett, finish in her,” Kelly told me.

I pulled out of Kelly, re-inserted my shaft into Rachel’s cunt and started to pump faster and faster. I could feel Rachel’s pussy tightening up and I knew she was ready. My balls started tightening, feeling that pussy getting tighter and hotter. “Here it comes. I’m gonna go. I’m gonna cum. OH MY GOD!” I pushed so hard into Rachel’s pussy, she moved forward, unable to hold me back. She tightened up her pussy even more as she felt me shoot wad after wad into her cunt. Kelly started to moan louder as she slid down, off of the bed and placed her face right under Rachel’s dripping pussy. My load inside Rachel, Kelly, pulled my dick out of her and started to suck Rachel’s juices off of it. Kelly then picked her head up and licked Rachel’s cunt, licking all of my cum off of it that she could get, making sure to pay close attention to her throbbing clit. Kelly continued to suck and lick Rachel’s slit and I stepped back.

Rachel stood up, not moving her feet and looked at me. “Damn boy, that was good. How long are you going to be here?”

“Well, I think we have at least one more truck full of her shit to bring over. Its getting late, so I might have to stay here.”

“OK,” Rachel said.

Kelly finished sucking all of my juice from Rachel’s slit and stood up. Her face was covered in mine and Rachel’s cum, it was pretty hot. “You might have to stay here? You say that like its a sure thing.”

“Well, you drove me up here so I have no way to get home unless you take me. You have a shit load of unpacking to do still so I thought you were going to finish unpacking and stay the night. Am I wrong?”

“No. You’re right, but don’t get too confident there Brett. Now we gotta put our clothes back on and go get the rest of my stuff. Rachel still needs to get dressed from her shower.”

“Yeah. I gotta let you know, the real thing was much better than I imagined it to be. I thought about something like this happening while I was showering. Just thought I would be honest and let you guys know. I do that a lot if you ever want to join me Kelly,” Rachel said, winking at Kelly.

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This story is pure fiction. All characters depicted are 18+.

Chapter 7 – Back Home

I rolled into my driveway around five in the evening. Earlier that day I had negotiated with a potential client and sealed the deal, scoring a decent size account for our company and a fat bonus for myself at the end of the quarter. The entire trip had been like an amazing dream – I had gotten more action in the last 48 hours than the last, I don’t even know how many years- and now that I was back home I was beginning to wonder if somehow I had imagined the whole thing, or if maybe I had died on the way there, like maybe the train derailed or something, and maybe I was in heaven. It sure felt like it.

When I got into the house it was quiet and the lights and tv were off. “Hello?” I called out.

Nothing.

Then I noticed a note on the kitchen table:

Sophia and I are gone to the mall. Gonna buy some new stuff. Can’t wait to show you what I get!
Miss you, love you! xoxoxoxox <3
Julia
P.S. I left you a really neat surprise! 😉

Surprise? What could she be talking about? I wondered if the “show you what I get” line was her hinting at buying new underwear to show me again or if it was just something innocent. Then I began to wonder how much sophia knew, and if she was OK with it…

Again I found myself in a downward spiral of paranoia and negative thoughts. I thought the best way to clear my head would be to take a long hot shower.

I got under the water and just let it run down me. I closed my eyes and just saw flashes of all the crazy fun I had been having over the last few days. The sex had been unbelieveable. It felt like I had just woken up after a long hibernation and I was just eating everything in sight because I was so famished.

After what was probably close to half an hour I shut the water off and stepped out, not bothering to cover myself. I went into my bedroom and turned on my computer, intending to crank some tunes and just live a little, like I did when I was younger. But after turning the computer on I turned around and saw something out of place in my room. It was a small candle in an opaque glass holder. It had never been lit.

It hadn’t been lit because it wasn’t really a candle. I had a few of them around the house. I bought them after the previous babysitter had stolen from me. It was a nanny cam that was supposed to look like a common household item. And for some reason it was in my bedroom, pointing at my bed…

Holy shit!

She didn’t? Did she?

I never talked to her about them, but I didn’t exactly hide it either. She might have overheard me talk about them on the phone, or might have seen the box in the garage.

It appeared as if the “surprise” she had left me was going to blow the short videos she sent me last night out of the water.

I jumped on my computer and went to the video files that the nanny cams automatically save to. I went to the very beginning of the video and fast forwarded until the two of them were on video at the same time.

They were just sitting around chatting, and at some point watching tv and eating snacks, not much happened at first. But then it got good.

Julia went up stairs for a few minutes while Sophia was on the couch watching tv. When she came back downstairs she was wearing a pleated “school girl”-style miniskirt and a very short t-shirt, with a print of a cute little puppy on it, that showed off her flat belly, and she clearly wasn’t wearing a bra anymore. She took a seat on the floor in front of the couch and then put her knees up and spread her legs.

There my young daughter was, flashing me your beautiful trimmed pussy, spreading it wide for me, with her babysitter, the beautiful Sophia, a sophomore in college, sitting right there totally un aware. Sophia was about 5’6” tall, almond eyes, tanned skin, and long straight dark hair. She was wearing cutoffs, the kind where the pockets stick out from under them, as if to highlight just how short they are cut, and a black low cut v-neck with the name of some band on it that I had never heard of before, but I was willing to bet the lead singer was very pretty and had never written a song in his life.

My daughter made a show of opening and closing her legs, touching her knees and then spreading them apart, sometimes slowly, sometimes quickly.

I was incredibly aroused and couldn’t help but start playing with myself. My bedroom door was open, but no one was home, and I’d hear the girls get back anyways. Plus, what the fuck did I care, I knew what had gone down in my home last night, so what if Sophia saw me naked, even saw me watching a video of her and my daughter. She wouldn’t/couldn’t do anything without admitting what she had done, plus hers was on tape and mine wasn’t.
Julia kept looking over at Sophia, but she was clueless. So she spread her legs as far as possible and then used two hands to spread her lips as wide as possible. It was breathtaking.

There I was, naked at the computer, beating myself off to the holiest of sights, my daughter’s gaping virginal hole.

Soon she got up and disappeared from the video for a minute. When she got back she sat down, in the same fashion as before. She appeared to have two popsicles from the freezer. She put one down next to her and opened the other one. She then proceeded to slowly slip the popsicle under her outfit. I could see the tip of the popsicle head straight for her pussy. Within seconds she had half of the popsicle going in and out of her hole.

Sophia was watching tv, none the wiser, and occasionally laughing. Sometimes she’d look over, but Julia was very slick about it, having it all going on under her skirt so Sophia couldn’t see anything.

After a minute of that Julia snuck the popsicle out from under her skirt and grabbed the unopened one and ripped it open. Then she handed one to Sophia. It was hard to see on the video, because of the angle or depth perception or something, but I just felt like it had to be the one she had inside her little pussy. Which ever girl had the pussy-pop they were both enjoying theirs. They both licked and sucked all the juices up. I was on edge already.

When their pops were finished Julia disappeared again for a few minutes.

When she came back down she was tiptoeing behind Sophia with her phone in her hand… I knew where this was going. She grabbed Sophia’s B-cup breasts from behind, like I had seen in the video she sent me last night, making Sophia jump nearly five feet off the couch. She twirled around and there was an exchange of words but then all of a sudden the two of them were toppling over the couch, and landing on the floor.

At first Julia seemed genuinely upset, but after a couple moments the mood livened up and the two of them were wrestling playfully. Sophia got back on the couch and Julia grabbed her phone again. This is when she must’ve recorded the second video. My daughter was significantly smaller in height and frame, but had more lean muscle than Sophia, so she ended up flipping her over and slapping her ass, and then grabbing her shorts by the waist and pulled them down exposing her round little apple of an ass.

Again Sophia jumped, but this time there was more obvious laughter and it seemed like Sophia was determined to spank Julia back. They wrestled around for a good ten to fifteen minutes, flipping each other around pinning each other down, but every time Sophia got close to slapping my baby girl on the bum she was able to squirm out of the way or push Julia off. But she couldn’t evade forever.

Sophia finally had my daughter pinned. She was on top of her, straddling her, and was holding both of my daughter’s hands down to the ground. She couldn’t get out. Both girls looked exhausted and sweaty, neither one seemed to have much more energy to fight. Their faces were merely inches apart, and they were talking, what they were saying I had no idea.

From the body language it looked like Sophia was trying to re-exert her dominance, and Julia was just giving her a hard time back. sophia said something and they both got quiet, it must have been some kind of dare or ultimatum, or threat or something.

Then my little girl lifted her head up and kissed babysitter on the lips.Full on open mouth.

Sophia freaked, didn’t know what to do, and when Julia stopped she just started laughing. Sophia clearly wasn’t sure of how to handle the awkwardness or to end the game or to regain authority, so she tried one last move.

She flipped my daughter over and spanked her. Coincidently, flipping her over like that made her skirt flip up and when Sophia’s hand came down on my baby girl’s bottom, not once, not twice but three times, it was her bare bottom that met Sophia’s hand.

The look on Sophia’s face was a combination of surprise and shock. She was surprised that my little girl was not wearing any panties, and shocked at the realization that she had just spanked her bare ass. Even with no audio you could tell she was scrambling for some kind of words. Her face was beat red, and her hair was all messed up. It was incredibly sexy.

Julia responded by just turning over and tackling Sophia, and kissing her again. It took Sophia a second, but once she realized what Julia was all about she started kissing back. I’m talking the kind of kiss you see in the movies when the main characters have a thing for each other and there’s flirting throughout the whole film and everyone is like oh my god just kiss already, and then finally at the end of the film they do, yeah that kind of kiss.

Then started the heavy petting, my daughter feeling up her babysitter, her babysitter squeezing her little A cup breasts. Hands were slipping and sliding all over the place.

I lost it, I was trying to hold out longer, but all of a sudden burst after burst of cum just shot out of my cock and onto the computer desk. My hand never slowed down, I just kept pumping. When I was done I just kept going.The orgasm was great, but I was far from spent and wasn’t even about to slow down.

My daughter proceeded to remove her babysitter’s cutoffs and her top. Seeing Sophia laying there, half naked, being seduced by my daughter was the most amazing thing I had ever seen. If I had been stuck in purgatory for all eternity and had to think of things to entertain myself, I can honestly say I don’t think I would have ever been able to imagine the scene before my eyes.

Julia then unhooked her babysitter’s bra and cupped one of the exposed breasts in her hands and proceeded to suck on the light brown nipple. Sophia was obviously overtaken with pleasure, and all she could do was just take it in.

My daughter finished with one breast and then moved on to lightly biting the other one, and flicking the nipple with her tongue. While playing with this other nipple she worked her fingers down below her babysitter’s black g-string underwear and stimulate her clit.

I began to wonder if this was Sophia first time. The girl was way too hot to be this inexperienced, but she was also shy and goody-goody, and from the way she was now bucking her hips into my daughter’s writhing hand and though I couldn’t hear I could tell she was making a fuck ton of noise.

After making her babysitter cum my little nymph of a daughter turned around and bent over the arm of the couch, her pleated schoolgirl skirt riding high, showing everything underneath. She said something and when Sophia regained control over her body she buried her face in my daughter’s rear and proceeded to eat her young twat from behind.

I couldn’t handle any more. I slammed my hand down my cock again and again as hard as I could and I shot cum all over my monitor my desk, and even got some on the mouse. After that I slowed down to a very gentle massage but kept my eyes glued to the screen.

After Julia reached a climax they both fell on the couch and took a breather. Thats when my daughter looked right at the cam and blew a kiss.

It was all a show for me.

Ok well, maybe not ALL of it, I’m sure Julia had had a lot of fun, but my baby girl had just seduced and fucked her babysitter on camera all for me.

Even though I had just cum twice I felt like I was about to again, when all of a sudden the doorbell rang.

Ding-dong. Ding -dong.

I figured it was just the girls, and I wasn’t about to stop. Fuck it. After what I had just seen, I was about ready to ravage both of these girls, show them how a man fucks. Julia had a key and could let them in, I was going to keep watching. Just let Sophia come in and see what I was doing.

The thought of our 19 year old babysitter walking in on me jerking off to a video of her fucking eating my daughters fresh pussy was so much of a turn on. It was the thrill of getting caught, it was exhibitionism, it was revealing her secret, it was just so much.

By now in the video my daughter was taking her babysitter by the hand and leading her upstairs, presumably to the bedroom. I knew it would only get hotter from here.

I heard the downstairs door open and footsteps.

On my computer screen the two girls were climbing into bed together and started to kiss and fondle each other.

I heard the footsteps come to the stairs and start coming up.

Yes. come and find me. Come and find me you dirty little nymph. You fucked my daughter and now you will fuck me. The three of us are about to have some fun.

“Hello?” asked a voice.

I froze, they were nearly at the top of the steps, just a few feet from my door, and I recognized that voice anywhere. It wasn’t Julia. It wasn’t Sophia.

It was my older sister, Jackie.

I dove to the door and swung it shut.

“”Tony?”

“Uh, yeah…” heavy breathing, “just a sec.”

“You ok?” her voice sounded distressed or worried.

“Yeah, just getting dressed.”

“Oh I’m so sorry, I didn’t think anyone was home so I let myself in with that key you always keep under the mat.

I quickly shut off the video and threw on some sweats. I opened the door and my beautiful older sister was standing in the hall, a suitcase in hand and she had obviously been crying.

Something was seriously up, Jackie lived two states away, and barely ever visits, let alone unannounced.

As soon as she saw me she dropped the luggage and embraced me, squeezing very tight and then just sobbing uncontrollably. I rubbed her back and said “It’s ok, what’s wrong?”

Just then I heard more people enter the house.

“Dadddddddy we’re home! I sure did miss you! Are you ready for a really fun night?!” My tease of a daughter asked suggestively.

Jackie paid no heed to Julia, or maybe didn’t hear her over the crying. She just replied, “Tom cheated on me and we’re getting a divorce, and I need to stay with you for a while…” all in one quick breath.

My hopes for the night just shattered into a million shards, as I yelled down the stairs, “Hey babygirl. Guess what? Your Aunt Jackie is moving in with us for a while.”

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Chapter 2

A phone notification makes Dana jump awake. She sees Abby’s phone on the nightstand and blinks the sleep out of her eyes. Abby sleeps soundly behind Dana with her arms wrapped around her waist. Dana slips out of the blonde’s grasp and grabs the phone. Focus Dana, you need to save your family’s business, Dana tells herself. Dana grabs a t-shirt from a chair and slides it over herself before walking into the bathroom. Dana checks on Abby one last time before closing the door. Dana opens the text messages on Abby’s phone.

> Jake: The Morgan family’s location was just confirmed. We’re moving in on them in three hours. Get your ass out of bed so we can bust these criminals.

Dana gulps and closes her eyes. Time to leave. Dana quietly opens the bathroom door and walks back into the bedroom. Her heart beats faster when Abby groans in her sleep. Abby remains asleep and Dana quickly collects her clothes before rushing out into the living room. She dresses quickly and almost runs out to the street, walking down the street a few blocks before calling a cab. Then she calls her mother.

“Dana?”

Her mother asks in concern.

“Give the phone to Brandon, Mother. Right now. It’s important.”

Dana says quickly but trying not to panic her mother. It failed.

“Why? What’s wrong? Are you okay? Are you in trouble Dana?”

Her mother asks quickly and in concern. Dana groans in frustration.

“Mother! Get Brandon! NOW!”

No one dares to yell at her mother. That’s why her mother reacts so quickly to give Brandon the phone.

“What, Dana?”

Brandon asks over the phone. Dana gets into the cab she flags down.

“It’s Abby. Her partner messaged her 10 minutes ago. They’re going to bust in on one of the business’s locations. I don’t know which so you need to move everyone. You have three hours.”

Dana says quickly, trying to keep her voice low.

“And how do you know this?”

Brandon asks in suspicion. Dana holds her breath and bites her lip before answering.

“I, uh…it doesn’t matter. Just trust me, Brandon. I promise you I’m right.”

Dana insists. Bringing up the fact that she slept with Abby would only make the situation worse.

“How do you expect me to trust you?”

Brandon asks and Dana sighs.

“I swear the information is right Brandon. I swear on Father’s grave.”

Dana says softly. A long pause stretches between them as she pays the driver and gets out of the cab. Brandon sighs.

“I’ll get on it, Dana. Mother wants you home. I’ll have Roy pick you up. Where are you?”

Dana walks into the Four Seasons hotel and takes the elevator up to her floor.

“The Four Seasons on ninth street. Tell Roy to be quick. I’m not going to take long before I’m ready.”

Dana tells her brother as she opens her hotel room.

“I will…We’ll talk when everything is sorted out.”

Dana smiles at Brandon’s version of an apology.

“You’re welcome, Brandon.”

Dana says and Brandon hangs up. Dana grabs her bag and starts packing her clothes, ignoring the guilt building in her chest. Abby wakes up slowly to find only herself in bed. Abby frowns and sits up, grabbing her blouse off the floor. Abby walks through her apartment to find it completely empty. Maybe she had been too forward about Dana staying the night? Abby grabs her phone and immediately calls Dana’s phone. Dana hears her ringtone and looks at the screen. Abby’s phone number. Dana sighs and turns the phone around, taking out the battery and throwing the phone away. Abby frowns when Dana’s phone gets cut off on the second ring. Abby checks her messages and gasps at the barrage of texts and phone calls she had gotten from Jake. Abby dresses quickly and runs out of her apartment building. She barely recognizes the man she’d bumped into before pain radiates through the back of her head and everything goes black.

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“Oh, Dana, darling! I’ve missed you!”

Dana’s mother squeals and pulls Dana into a tight hug. Dana smiles softly and gently pats her mother’s back.

“I’ve missed you too mother.”

Dana mutters and looks over her mother’s shoulder to her brother. Brandon nods his head and Dana nods her head back. A sign of mutual resignation on their sibling rivalry. Dana’s mother pulls her into a conversation about her aunt and cousins while they sit in the study and eat lunch. Only when Dana hears yelling outside of the study does her and her mother stop talking to walk into the front room. Dana’s eyes widen and she gasps. Abby stumbles into the house blindfolded and being dragged by two of Brandon’s new men. Blood is clearly covering her shirt.

“Let go of me you assholes!”

Abby yells and struggles against their grips on her arms. Brandon rolls his eyes at the furious woman.

“Someone gag her for god’s sake.”

Brandon says in disinterest. Someone immediately gags Abby. It only makes the blonde struggle more.

“Put her in the room you set up George.”

Brandon instructs his goon and the two men drag Abby down the hall. Dana walks over to Brandon furiously.

“What the fuck Brandon? Are you crazy? She’ll have her whole precinct looking for her within hours!”

Dana yells at Brandon who smiles.

“I have a plan. You don’t need to worry about it. I run this business.”

Brandon growls and Dana’s eyes flash with pure rage. She’s dangerously close to exploding. Brandon turns and walks down the hall after Abby and his men. Dana groans and turns to her mother.

“Did you know about this?”

Dana asks angrily. Her mother simply smiles calmly.

“Someone needed to distract you, sweetheart. I’ve only done what’s right for the business.”

Her mother concludes. Dana steps closer to her mother, her shoulders squared and her chin high.

“What about your children, Mother? What about what’s right for them?”

Dana says with venom. Her mother falters in her cool exterior and Dana shakes her head in disgust. Dana storms down the hall and checks each room for Abby. Dana finds them at the end of the hall from the sounds of someone being beaten. When had they gotten this room? Dana pushes the door open. Abby is dangling from the ceiling by her tied wrists, her toes barely touching the cold cement floor. There were no windows. Only one long mirror across the wall and another door next to it. To Dana’s surprise, they had taken the blindfold and gag off. Abby’s eyes widen in surprise and her eyebrows draw together in confusion.

“Dana-?”

Abby starts but a hard punch to her gut cuts her off. Abby groans and tries her best not to double over in pain. Dana tries not to wince at the hit. She looks at Sam, the business’s employee that started working after Brandon became the owner.

“Sam, give us a few minutes.”

Dana says softly. Sam eyes her suspiciously before giving in and walking out of the room by the doorway Dana just came through, shutting the door behind him. Abby looks back up to her, several emotions mixing and showing on her face.

“Wh-What are you doing here?”

Abby stumbles over her words, the headache ache from the blow she took to knock her out was becoming stronger. Dana swallows and looks at the floor. Abby sighs as she comes to the realization that Dana isn’t just a random woman she met in a bar. Abby shakes her head and clenches her jaw painfully.

“You work for the Morgan family.”

Abby states and looks to Dana for confirmation. Dana shakes her head.

“No…I am a Morgan.”

Abby’s eyes open wide in disbelief.

“No, that’s not possible. I-I know everyone related to Harold Morgan.”

Abby says confidently. Dana smiles sadly, still not looking at Abby.

“My father put a great deal of effort for me to not be discovered. My brother, Brandon Morgan, had already been exposed to the business and was being pursued by the press. My father didn’t want that for me. He allowed me to work for the business but never in public.”

Dana says softly. Abby gulps.

“You’re his daughter.”

Abby barely whispers. Dana nods her head.

“And your brother sent you to find me so you could spy on me.”

Abby says softly and this time, Dana shakes her head.

“No. My brother wouldn’t let me have any part in the business when he took over. This is all my doing- except for them taking you. I had no idea-“

Abby stops Dana, her lips pulled back into a snarl.

“You might as well have packaged me up in wrapping paper and sent me in the damn mail Dana!- Is that even your real name? Huh? Or does everyone call you princess or…or baby girl around here?”

Abby takes a jibe at the brunette. Dana takes a deep breath and closes her eyes.

“My name is Dana.”

Dana says and swallows hard to contain her anger. She has no right to be angry, only Abby does.

“Great. Only one thing is true about you…You lied to my face! You slept with me! I told you about my fucking family Dana! I trusted you!- LOOK AT ME, DAMN IT!”

Abby screams and yanks on the rope around her wrists, tears of rage sliding involuntarily down her cheeks. Dana opens her eyes and looks up at Abby. She holds herself together. As much as her body wants to, she doesn’t let the tears show in her eyes or the sadness and guilt she feels towards the woman in front of her. Abby shakes with anger.

“If you lay one finger on my family I will kill you and everyone you love.”

Abby threatens in a low growl. Dana knows it’s more of a promise than a threat. The door by the mirror opens and Brandon strides in with a small, cocky smirk. It must be a two-way mirror. Abby glares at him and Dana sighs.

“Well isn’t that a bold threat.”

Brandon says as he looks to Abby.

“It’s a fucking promise.”

Abby says tightly, confirming Dana’s thought, and Brandon chuckles. Dana tenses when Brandon inches closer.

“We’ve known where you and your whole family lives for three years now. If I wanted to hurt them I would’ve done it already.”

Brandon says and Abby continues to glare. Brandon looks to Dana.

“You picked quite the fighter here, sis. I can’t wait to break her.”

Brandon says with an evil glint in his eyes. That’s when Dana knew her brother wasn’t going to stop here, torturing someone. No, this was just the beginning. Dana looks pleadingly at her brother.

“Let’s talk about this first Brandon. This isn’t how Father would run the business-“

Dana is cut off when Brandon rushes towards her and slams her into the cement wall. Dana gasps as the air knocks out of her and looks at her brother in fear and surprise. The snarl, the evil in his eye, and the way he’s so quick to hurt her is how Dana knows Brandon is long past negotiating.

“This isn’t Father’s business anymore. It. Is. Mine…I will run it how I please.”

Brandon clarifies with a tilt of his head. Dana gains her breath back.

“Mother won’t-“

Dana starts but Brandon cuts her off again.

“Mother always thought Father was too careful with the business. She agrees with me, except she only had one condition before she let me start running the business how I liked…she made me promise not to hurt you, Father’s favorite, the golden child, the only person who has ever done better than ME.”

Brandon growls and brings his hand to squeeze around Dana’s neck. Abby reflexively tugs against her bonds to help Dana but she can’t help her, even if she wanted to. Dana chokes on a gasp and grabs Brandon’s wrist, trying to pull him away, fear making her eyes wide. Brandon simply watches her struggle before releasing her.

“You’re lucky I’m Mother’s favorite.”

Brandon snarls and moves away from her and back to Abby. Dana sucks air into her lungs greedily and looks at Brandon as he circles Abby. Brandon grazes his fingers over Abby’s thigh and Abby clenches her teeth.

“Don’t touch me.”

Abby jerks away from him as much as she can. Brandon’s hand is a blur when he pulls it back then punches Abby in the cheek. Abby groans in pain.

“I’ll do whatever I want to do.”

Brandon says when he gets closer to Abby. There is a long pause. Brandon and Abby stare hard at each other.

“Sam! Come in and get started again!”

Brandon yells and Sam comes into the room, cracking his knuckles. Brandon walks out of the room with a satisfied smirk on his face. Sam looks at Dana.

“Do you want to stay Dana?”

Sam asks her. Dana looks at Abby and Abby glares at her.

“Get out.”

Abby whispers and Dana concedes. Dana takes one step outside of the room when she hears a punch and another groan from Abby. Dana shuts the door and closes her eyes. What had she done to the poor woman? Dana stalks off down the hallway. She did it to protect her family. She had too or her mother could have been hurt in the crossfire. But Brandon…isn’t Brandon anymore. The young boy Dana knew who ate dirt to make her laugh is now drunk on power and willing to hurt, maybe even kill someone in his way, including his own sister. Dana goes to her room, knowing she has to leave the house and starts to pack. Dana pauses when she thinks about Abby. Abby has a family. The family that she loves and cares for. Abby is priority one right now. Dana grabs her bags and sneaks downstairs.

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Abby groans in pain when yet another blow from Sam’s fist connects with her gut. The man, Sam, is kind enough to let her gather her breath back before swinging at her ribs. Abby clenches her jaw and holds in a scream. Dana walks past the door she originally used to get in and walks into the next room. Bingo. A door connects to the mirror room. Dana slides her gun out of her bag and opens the door, relieved that it is empty. Dana walks into the room where Abby is being held right when Sam punches her in the jaw. Abby looks over her shoulder at the new arrival. Dana clears her throat to stop Sam from hitting her again. Sam looks at Dana in confusion.

“I want to talk with her. Go get a drink or some food.”

Same hesitates but nods his head and leaves through the door that connects with the hallway.

“I can’t use my hands.”

Abby says and Dana looks at her in confusion as she steps in front of Abby.

“What?”

Dana asks and checks the door.

“I can’t fuck you if that’s what you’re here for.”

Abby clarifies with rage showing clearly in her voice. Dana looks her in the eyes.

“I’m getting out of here. I can untie you right now and bring you with me or you can stay here and have my brother’s goons beat you to death. Which do you prefer?”

Dana asks and raises an eyebrow. Abby silently nods her head. Dana grabs the chair in the corner before standing on top of it to reach the rope around Abby’s wrists.

“That’s what I thought.”

Dana mumbles and flips out her pocket knife. The rope is thin and easy to cut. Abby falls onto the flat of her feet but they’re too numb from the rope tied around her ankles to feel anything. She stumbles before Dana catches her by the hips. Dana kneels down and quickly cuts the rope around Abby’s ankles. Dana grabs her bag and closes the knife as Abby rubs her wrists. Dana hands Abby a handgun.

“I assume you know how to use it and I also expect you not to shoot me.”

Dana says and Abby scoffs.

“I can’t say the same for your brother.”

Abby says and checks the handgun. Dana puts a hand on Abby’s chest so she looks up at her.

“I will help you protect your family but not if you hurt mine.”

Dana says with a tilt of her head. Abby nods her head. Dana nods her head back and walks out into the hallway with Abby following. She leads them through the house in the most abandoned hallways she used to hide in when playing hide and seek with her brother. They’re halfway to the garage when an alarm sounds off.

“Shit.”

Dana murmurs and grabs Abby’s hand to pull her faster. Bullets hit the wall next to them and they both duck out of the way. Abby cries out in pain when a bullet hits her arm. Dana helps Abby up as the bullets chase them down the hall. Dana pushes Abby past the garage door and fires back into the bullets, hitting one or two of Brandon’s men. She had always been a better shot than Brandon and most of the men her father and now Brandon had employed. Abby pulls Dana into the garage and shuts the door. Dana grabs the closest set of keys and unlocks the car. Abby slides into the passenger seat and holds her wound with clenched teeth. Dana buckles her own seat belt before starting the car.

“Buckle and hold on.”

Abby buckles her seat belt as Dana speeds into the garage door and breaks through the wood. She pitches forward and grabs the dashboard to stop herself from hitting her head.

“Jesus, Dana!”

Abby yells. The tires of the car squeal as she turns out of the driveway. Dana shakes her head and makes another sharp turn.

“I warned you.”

Dana whispers and looks in the rear view mirror. No one was following them, yet. Abby sighs when Dana slows down but winces at the biting pain in her arm.

“Here.”

Dana says when she glances to Abby to see her injured arm. Dana holds the wheel with one hand and pulls her t-shirt off with her other. Abby takes the offered t-shirt, slightly relieved that Dana had a tank top on underneath. Abby hisses in pain when she presses it to the wound.

“Hold it there, hard. I’ll find us a motel.”

Dana says gently and Abby simply looks out the window. The guilt flares back up in her chest. The silence is deafening as they drive. Abby occasionally glances at the road in front of them but never to Dana. Dana pulls into a motel and turns off the car.

“Stay here. I’ll go check us in…and don’t run away.”

Dana warns and takes the car keys. Abby rolls her eyes. Dana get’s them a room with two beds, using the cash she took from the house. She comes back to Abby.

“Room 12.”

Dana says and grabs her bags from the car. Abby gets out of the car and takes the motel key from Dana. Dana sighs at the silent treatment she’s getting from the blonde. Dana walks into the motel room to see her looking at her wound. Dana sets down her bags and closes the door. She sits next to Abby and looks at the wound.

“It just grazed you. I need to clean it and it’s not the most pleasant experience.”

Dana says and grabs the first aid kit from the bag. Abby sits still and relaxes her muscles as Dana prepares everything she needs. Abby takes a deep breath and bites down on her fist to keep from screaming. Dana washes out her skin repeatedly, Abby’s groans and screams muffled by her shirt until she is finished. Abby stands up and tosses Dana’s shirt on the bed before walking into the bathroom. Dana takes a deep breath and lays back against one of the beds. Abby turns on the shower and gingerly takes off her tank top and jeans. Abby steps under the water and hisses as the water runs over all of her cuts. She thinks about Dana and her family. How Dana lied to her and how her family was now in more danger than before. Abby shakes her head of the anger and worry rising inside her. She washes with the bar of soap provided by the motel before stepping out of the shower. Abby walks out with a towel wrapped around her and her clothes in hand. Dana looks at her before digging in her bag and handing Abby the clothes she had grabbed for her. Abby turns her back and dresses carefully, wincing as her wound throbs when she puts her shirt on. Dana simply looks up at the ceiling as Abby gets into the other bed. It’s quiet and they both try their best to sleep but it doesn’t come to them. Not with Brandon searching for them. Not when they both want to say so much. Dana swallows hard and turns her head to look at Abby who has turned away from her.

“I’m sorry.”

Dana whispers. Abby goes rigid and her body protests as she rolls over to look at Dana. They look at each other until Dana looks back to the ceiling. Abby takes a deep breath.

“I didn’t meet you in the bar on accident.”

Abby states and Dana stay silent. Abby takes the silence for a yes.

“You slept with me to get information.”

Abby states again and Dana doesn’t say a word. Another yes.

“None of it was real. Everything you told me on the date. Everything we did-“

Dana cuts Abby off and looks at her fiercely.

“Everything we did was real.”

Dana says tightly and Abby sits up in her bed.

“I’m supposed to believe you now?- trust you?”

Abby asks with venom, swinging her legs over the side of the bed to look at Dana fully. Dana sits up as well and copies the other woman’s position.

“Do you think I faked my orgasms? Do you think I didn’t want you?- that I still don’t want you?”

Dana asks harshly. Abby doesn’t respond. She knows Dana’s orgasms were real and she knew Dana had wanted her. Abby’s not in the least surprised that the brunette wants her now. Abby asks herself if the feeling- the lust- the desire- is mutual. She can’t answer. Dana drops her head into her hands.

“If it makes you feel better I can never go back to my family again.”

Dana mutters.

“I stopped caring about how you felt about everything when you stepped foot into that room.”

Abby growls and stands up in anger. Dana looks up at her.

“Abby-“

Dana is cut off when Abby’s open palm connects with her cheek. The sound of the slap echoed through the room and Dana holds her cheek tenderly. Dana looks up at Abby.

“Feel better?”

Dana asks and Abby snarls.

“Not even close.”

Abby growls and pounces on Dana. Dana gasps when Abby pushes her back onto the bed and slaps her again. Dana catches Abby’s wrist before the blonde can hit her for the third time. Dana flips them over and pins Abby’s wrists to the bed.

“Calm down Ab-“

Dana’s eyes widen when Abby’s lips press roughly against hers. Abby’s not sure what her plan is. She just knows that both hands are pinned to the bed and her lips seemed like an okay way to shut Dana the hell up. Abby forces her tongue past Dana’s lips. Dana moans and parts her lips. Abby flips them back over and grips Dana’s hair in a fist. Okay, so now they’re having fight sex. Fine. Dana groans in pain as Abby jerks her head back to expose her neck. Abby bites Dana’s neck and chest until Dana grabs her ass and stands up, Abby’s limbs wrapped tightly around Dana. Dana presses Abby hard against the wall, making the photo’s hanging there, and kisses her even harder. Abby moans and pulls at Dana’s tank top. Dana carefully holds Abby’s up with her body weight against the wall while she takes off her tank top. Abby unwinds her legs from Dana’s waist and puts her feet on the floor, pushing off the wall to sit Dana down on the bed. Dana grabs Abby’s hips and tugs down her sweatpants as the other woman get’s rid of her shirt. Dana pulls Abby on top of her when she lays back on the bed. Abby moves quickly, intent on having the upper hand, and shoves her hand inside Dana’s jeans. Dana moans and arches her back when Abby doesn’t hesitate to push two fingers into Dana’s entrance. Abby uses her other hand to pull Dana into a lip bruising kiss. Dana moans deeply into Abby’s mouth as their tongues meet each other then moves her hand down to slide into Abby’s panties. Abby breaks the kiss and groans, her hips driving down onto Dana’s fingers as they enter her. Their hot breath mingles in between them as both women thrust harder and faster to bring the other to orgasm. As if bringing the other to orgasm will make everything right again. Both women needed this. They needed reassurance that at least something hasn’t changed. Dana feels herself on the edge but holds off, knowing Abby is there also. Abby throws her head back and moans in frustration. Dana can’t hold off any longer. Dana’s hand grips the sheets and her other hand thrusts as hard as she can into Abby. Abby follows her over the edge of climax with a groan. Dana pants furiously for air and Abby slumps against her. Abby pulls her hand out of Dana’s pants and Dana does the same for her own hand. Abby slides off of Dana to lay next to her on her back. Dana looks over at Abby.

“Let me see your arm.”

Dana says and moves up onto her elbow. Abby looks away and shakes her head.

“It’s fine.”

Abby dismisses the other woman’s concern. Dana grabs Abby’s arm.

“I wasn’t asking.”

Dana says and looks at Abby’s wound. Abby jerks her arm away and rolls onto her side, grabbing a pillow and hugging it to her chest. Dana sighs and lays down on her back. Neither of them move or speak until Dana falls asleep and Abby follows.

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Dana opens her eyes from the light shining through the window. Abby groans from the same light and throws her arm over her eyes to block it. Dana tries to sit up but Abby’s legs are tangled around her own.

“Abby, we have to get up.”

Dana shakes Abby’s shoulder and the blonde raises her head.

“I’m up. I’m up.”

Abby says, her voice groggy from sleep. For the first time, Dana smiles genuinely.

“Yeah, I can see that. Get dressed, we’re leaving in 30 minutes.”

Dana says with a smile as she walks into the bathroom. In 10 minutes Dana has showered, redressed, and packed her things again. Abby sits on the bed waiting for her.

“Do you want to get a shower?”

Dana asks and grabs her bag and the car keys. Abby looks up at Dana who stands in front of her.

“I want to know the plan.”

Abby says and Dana nods her head.

“Okay. I plan on going to Maine to move your mother to a more secure location. She’s the closest right now and it’s best you get out of New York for now. I can get a friend in Illinois to move your family there but they have to trust your word and my friend or they’ll be found out by Brandon. I don’t know anyone from Texas so your brother is going to have to listen to you and trust you.”

Dana concludes and Abby stands up. Abby has safe houses for her family. But telling Dana could risk her family’s only safety if the brunette is just playing her.

“And why don’t we go straight to the FBI with this?”

Abby asks and Dana rubs her eyes in frustration.

“Because my brother has people in the FBI. He’ll find us and kill us without a second thought. This is the best option I have to help you keep your family safe. Do you want that or not?”

Dana asks angrily. Abby looks at the ground before looking back to Dana.

“I just want to make sure we’re making the right choice.”

Abby says softly and Dana raises an eyebrow.

“We?”

Dana asks. She had expected for Abby to put up more of a fight. Abby nods her head with a sigh.

“For my family.”

Abby clarifies and Dana nods her head, keeping the smile off her face. Dana leads them out of the motel room and out to the car.

“We’re taking the train to Maine by the way.”

Abby stops on her passenger side of the car.

“You’re joking…train will take forever.”

Dana scoffs as she gets in the car. Abby gets in also.

“It will take four hours and it allows me to pay in cash for our tickets. Plus, we have to ditch the car. It is Brandon’s. I was able to short the GPS wires so he won’t find us anytime soon but I wouldn’t put it past him to look at security cameras.”

Dana says as she drives off towards the train station. It was only ten minutes away. They’re half way there when Dana speaks first.

“How is your arm?”

Abby glances to her arm and shrugs.

“Fine. It burns a little but there’s no sign of infection, so that’s good.”

Dana fights back a smile at Abby’s lengthy response. At least they were getting farther in their conversations. Without anything else to say the silence falls between them again. Abby clears her throat.

“About last night…”

Abby starts but they soon arrive at the train station. Dana looks at Abby and sees her struggling to find the right words.

“Why don’t we get on the train and then we can talk?”

Dana suggests and Abby nods her head in agreement. Dana steps out of the car and slides her gun and the one she gave Abby into her bag underneath the anti-metal detector plate. Originally her father had rejected the idea, they had no reason to hide guns or any other metals in bags when her father was running the business. When Brandon had become owner it took them less than two days to fit all the bags with the plate. Dana had sided with her father back then but now she couldn’t be happier that Brandon put the plates in. If Brandon or his men find them on the train they would need to defend themselves. Abby grabs her own bag and they walk up to the ticket booth. Dana orders their tickets to Maine as Abby looks around. There are more than a hundred people at the train station but it only takes a second for Abby to spot three men dressed in black looking around the crowd. Abby turns quickly and grabs Dana’s arm, pulling her towards the pass through with their bags.

“Abby, what’s wrong?”

Dana asks in concern. Abby shrugs her bag higher onto her shoulder, taking their place third in line.

“Your brother found us. Three men in black. 7 o’clock, do you see them?”

Abby asks in a hushed whisper. Dana glances back and in fact sees the three men. Though they also see her.

“And they see us- go, now.”

Dana pushes Abby to the front of the line apologizing profusely to the people she cuts in line though there are only a few. Dana looks back to see the men gaining on them. If only they can get past this checkpoint they would be okay. You have to have your ticket to pass the checkpoint. Abby pushes her bag and Dana’s underneath the metal detector before stepping through one herself and handing the man her ticket.

“Clear. Step forward miss.”

Abby sighs in relief as he clears her. Dana is stepping away when one of the men puts his hand on her shoulder. Dana wriggles free from his grasp before stepping through the metal detector and handing the man her ticket. The man who grabbed her starts to step through when the alarm goes off signaling the metal detector.

“Clear. Step forward miss- excuse me! Stay right there sir!”

The man clears her and rushes to confront Brandon’s man along with three other officers. Dana grabs Abby’s hand and rushes off to the train without a look behind them. After the officer on the train reviews their tickets Dana leads them to their cabin. Abby sets her bag down and breathes deeply. Dana sits on the bench and rests her head back against the wall, collecting her breath as well. The train starts moving and Abby takes a seat, closing the cabin door.

“I’m sorry for being so rough last night. I was angry.”

Abby says out of the blue. Dana looks at her with a small smile.

“I could tell but you have every right to be angry…and I’m sorry too. I was rough back.”

Dana says then closes her eyes as she rests her head against the wall again. Abby bites her lip.

“You came looking for me that night at the bar because…”

Abby trails off and waits for Dana to finish her sentence. Dana licks her lips.

“I thought I could prove something to Brandon- show him I was able to do something for the business. After my father passed the company changed. Brandon brought in different deals with the wrong people and cut off the friendships and business contracts my father had taken decades to build up.”

Dana has to pause to swallow the emotions rising in her throat.

“The company wasn’t always this bad. When my father ran it there were few deaths- we never kidnapped people and tortured them. Brandon just changed it all. He’s not my father, I know that, but I never expected the power of running the company to change him like this…I thought if I helped pull you off the case that the company wouldn’t be busted…that my father’s name wouldn’t be pushed in the dirt because of what my brother has done.”

Dana finishes and quickly wipes away a tear from her cheek. Dana refuses to look anywhere but the window when Abby moves on the other bench to sit in front of Dana. Abby bites her lip and tries to meet Dana’s eyes. Abby had assumed Dana had done it for her brother. She assumed a lot of things about the woman.

“Your father-“

Abby starts softly and Dana cuts her off, her eyes flashing fiercely as she whips her head around to glare at Abby.

“My father was a good man. He tried his best to keep his company safe and his family safer. The company only used to smuggle artifacts under the table for rich aristocrats all around the world when he was running. People just assumed he was smuggling other things and started rumors and fights. If you say anything against that then I suggest you shut your mouth and think about it alone.”

Dana growls in defense of her father. Abby looks at her warmly.

“The Stinger family received 50,000 dollars from an anonymous billionaire 2 weeks after their son died. It saved their restaurant from going under from the bad economy. It was your father, wasn’t it? He was the anonymous billionaire?”

Abby asks softly. Dana looks at her in surprise before nodding her head in confirmation.

“Father said Ryan Stinger didn’t deserve to die like the 10 men from our company did. He knew paying them wouldn’t make up for the loss of their son but it would help them somehow. The ‘gang rivalry’ was a surprise attack on our company during a large shipment. The Gallagher family thought of us as weak competition and thought fighting our company was in their best interest. Once the word got out the Gallagher company fell through from the lack of business.”

Dana informs Abby what her father had told her about the attack. Abby smiles softly.

“I know your father was a good man. I just wish Brandon was too.”

Dana forced a tight-lipped smile.

“Me too.”

Dana whispers as she looks out the window. Abby sits back and looks out the window as well. The quiet, this time, is comfortable and relaxing. Abby falls asleep against the window in utter exhaustion from lack of sleep and the emotions of the day. Dana grabs the offered blanket from the train cabinet and spreads it over Abby gently before sitting back down. Dana curls her legs underneath herself and reaches for the book she had stuffed in her bag before leaving her house.

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“The Paying Guest?”

Abby asks after she wakes up from her sleep. Dana looks up at Abby and smiles softly.

“Yeah. One of my favorite books.”

Dana answers and watches Abby. Abby smiles and sits up, stretching her arms above her head and turning her head to crack her neck. Dana sees the sliver of skin revealed by the stretch and licks her lips. Abby sees this and drops her arms to her sides. Dana looks up to Abby’s eyes before clearing her throat and looking back to her book, but not actually reading.

“Are, uh…are we allowed to order food?”

Abby asks and runs her fingers through her unruly blonde hair. Dana looks at Abby again and nods her head.

“Yeah. The room service number is next to the phone.”

Dana points to the phone on the wall and the lamented paper hanging next to it. Abby stands up and calls room service. Dana’s eyes skirt down her body until she catches herself and shakes her head free from the lustful thoughts. Abby orders countless dishes before hanging the phone back and sitting down. Abby glances at Dana and bites her lip. The air between them was becoming awkward and Abby decides to fill it with something else. Small talk.

“What’s your book about?”

Dana looks up at Abby.

“Two women…uh…that…”

Dana struggles to tell Abby about the book. Simply telling Abby that the book is about two women fucking wouldn’t go over well, Dana thinks. Abby smiles in amusement and moves over to sit with Dana.

“I’ll just read the summary then.”

Abby chuckles and slides the book from Dana’s hands. Dana starts to protest.

“Umm…You don’t have to…”

But Abby is already reading the summary. Abby gulps and realizes it’s an erotic lesbian book. Dana sighs and takes the book back. Abby then starts laughing. Dana furrows her brow.

“Your favorite book is about lesbian erotica?”

Abby asks and Dana’s jaw drops but a smile spreads across her lips.

“Don’t judge. It’s a good book.”

Dana insists and Abby sobers from her laughing.

“Yeah? Well, we have…”

Abby starts then checks her watch and smiles.

“3 more hours before we reach Maine. So you have plenty of time to read me a few chapters.”

Abby says with a smile. Dana eyes her suspiciously and is ready to ask Abby why she would want to her to read it to her but a knock on their cabin door stops her. Abby stands up and opens the door, taking the food she ordered and setting it on the small table in their room. The smell of food reminds Dana how hungry she is from not eating breakfast.

“You are free to have anything I ordered- oh shit! Do you have to pay for this?”

Abby asks in a panic. Dana stands up and grabs one of the two fruit bowls on the table.

“It’s free.”

Dana says and winks at Abby. Abby relaxes with a sigh and starts eating the cheeseburger on her plate. Dana raises an eyebrow.

“How do you eat like that and not gain weight?”

Dana asks incredulously. Abby smiles.

“I work out and I have a great metabolism.”

Abby says proudly and raises her eyebrow at Dana.

“How do you keep your body like that?”

Dana smiles.

“I work out and I eat healthily.”

Dana responds and Abby smirks. Dana licks her lips before taking another bite of fruit. Abby watches her for a few more seconds before going back to eating her food. They eat quietly until all the food is gone then Abby sits across from Dana with a smile.

“Storytime.”

Abby announces and hands Dana her book, trying her hardest not to laugh. Dana smiles and rolls her eyes as she takes the book. Dana tucks her legs underneath her and clears her throat. Abby bites her lip and watches Dana in amusement.

“Clara leans forward, her eyes never leaving mine as she takes my bud into her mouth. I mewl in pleasure as her tongue flutters against me. Clara moans and it vibrates against my sex. I moan louder. Clara’s soft hands slide up my body to caress and pinch my nipples roughly. I gasp and arch my back. ‘Don’t stop,’ I whisper to my lover, ‘never stop’. Clara moans again then pulled away just slightly, her hot breath against my wet, hot sex. ‘Never Lena. I will never stop,’ Clara whispers back, her lips brushing against my lower lips. She takes me into her mouth again. I arch my back and moan in pleasure at her touch. Clara’s tongue laves over my throbbing clitoris again, I cry out.”

Dana starts off where she last read. Dana looks up at Abby and sees her clenching her thighs, her eyes are closed, and her bottom lip is between her teeth. Dana feels the throbbing of her clit grow stronger and she’s sure that’s what Abby is feeling also. Abby opens her eyes and they’re dark, just like Dana’s. Dana takes a chance. She sets the book down then stands up and walks to the cabin door. A quick flick of her fingers lock the door and she looks back to Abby who was watching her with rapt attention.

“Take off your clothes.”

Dana husks and grabs the hem of her tank top, pulling the clothing over her head. Abby licks her lips and stands up as if she’s in a trance. Within seconds of gazing and stripping both women are naked and lusting after one another. Dana makes the first move, cupping Abby’s cheek and pulling her into a soft kiss. Abby moans quietly, already near begging for her orgasm.

“Are you wet for me, Abby?”

Dana asks in a sultry voice against Abby’s parted lips. Abby whimpers and raises her hands to grip Dana’s hips, steadying herself on her weak knees.

“Unbearably wet.”

Abby whispers back, her breath warm over Dana’s lips. Dana moans and kisses her lightly, barely touching their lips.

“Because of the book?”

Dana asks and Abby moves her hand up Dana’s body and caresses the back of her neck. Abby shakes her head and steps closer until their bodies are pressed together. Dana moans and grabs Abby’s hips.

“Then why are you wet Abby?”

Dana asks and drifts one hand down between Abby’s thighs. Dana smiles slightly when she feels wetness on Abby’s thighs. Abby whimpers and closes her eyes tighter.

“B-Because you were reading the book.”

Abby breathes out. She’s too drunk on arousal to stop the words from falling from her lips. Dana takes her hand away and steps back. Abby’s eyes flash open in panic and desire. Then Dana is on her knees in front of Abby and taking her into her mouth. Abby cries out and grabs Dana’s shoulders to steady herself. Dana moans and copies the technique from her book, sucking Abby’s clit then fluttering her tongue over the bud. Abby gasps and jerks her hips against Dana’s mouth, the fist in Dana’s hair pulling her deeper into her wetness.

“Oh god! Dana, I-I can’t st-stand anymore!”

Abby cries out when her knees are ready to buckle. Dana reluctantly pulls her mouth away and holds Abby’s hips. Abby squeals when Dana pushes her over to sit on the bench. Dana chuckles and kneels between Abby’s legs.

“Please…”

Abby groans when Dana trails kisses up her thigh. Dana grabs Abby’s hips and pulls her to the edge of the bench then immediately takes Abby’s swollen clit into her mouth. Abby nearly screams in relief. Dana digs her nails into Abby’s thighs.

“You have to be quiet.”

Dana whispers then licks Abby’s pussy lips and clit. Abby makes a fist of one hand and bites down hard on her knuckles. Dana moans at the taste and smell of Abby. She realizes that she had missed this. Being between Abby’s legs and licking her, making her cum with the simple touches of her tongue. Abby uses her other hand to tangle in Dana’s hair to keep the brunette between her thighs.

“Right there, Dana. Please make me cum, please.”

Abby begs in a whisper. Dana moans and sucks Abby’s clit hard, flicking her tongue against the bud. Abby cries out into her hand and her hips buck up against Dana’s mouth. Dana moans and holds Abby’s hips down with one hand and reaches her other hand up to cup Abby’s breast, her fingers teasing the prominent peak. Abby whimpers. She’s close, she’s on the edge but if she takes her fist away to tell Dana she’s sure she’ll scream. Dana moans and looks up at Abby. She can tell she’s close by the way she bites her fist harder and her thighs clench around her head. Dana moans loudly against Abby’s clit and it sends the blonde over the edge. Abby screams into her fist and holds Dana tight against her, her back arches and her head thrown back in pleasure. Dana moans softly and releases Abby’s clit to gently bring Abby down from her high with licks and soft kisses. The blonde drops both hands to the bench and moves her shaky legs off of Dana’s shoulders. Dana kisses her thighs before moving up to kiss Abby. Abby moans at the taste of herself on Dana’s lips and pulls Dana off her knees. The brunette straddles Abby with a smile.

“You taste delicious, did you know that?”

Dana teases and wraps her arms around Abby’s shoulders. The woman underneath her smiles lightly and kisses her with small kisses.

“Mmm, I do now.”

Abby whispers and Dana smiles into the next kiss. Abby deepens it quickly then switches their position. Dana gasps when the blonde moves Dana onto her back on the seat of the bench with herself on top of the brunette. Dana tangles her fingers in Abby’s blonde hair and crushes their lips together. Abby groans and moves her fingers down between Dana’s thighs, she doesn’t hesitate to thrust them deep inside Dana. Dana moans and arches her back, her nails scratching their way up Abby’s spine. The blonde leans down with a groan and takes Dana’s nipple into her mouth. The brunette moans again, grinding against Abby’s hand.

“Harder, faster- ah! Yes! Abby!”

She cries out when Abby does as she asked. Abby teases Dana’s nipple between her teeth then releases it to whisper in Dana’s ear.

“You have to be quiet, remember?”

The blonde teases with a soft smile. Dana moans and reaches down with one hand to grab Abby’s ass and the other stays in Abby’s hair.

“Then- mmm…Then make me quiet.”

Dana says between a moan. Abby crushes their lips together with a moan of her own. Dana grinds harder against Abby, her moans, and groans of pleasure swallowed by the blonde above her. Dana only falls over the edge into complete bliss when Abby uses her thumb to rub tight circles over her throbbing clit. She arches her back and it breaks the kiss. Dana moans loudly before a soft hand clamps over her mouth to muffle the noise. Abby pumps deeper into Dana one last time before stilling her thumb and fingers inside of the brunette, relishing in the way the brunette’s muscles clench around her. Dana opens her eyes and moves Abby’s hand from her mouth. Abby smiles at Dana and pushes her hair back from her eyes. Dana pulls her down and kisses her softly as the blonde pulls her fingers from inside Dana. Dana pulls away from the kiss and shuffles towards the inside of the wide bench. Abby lays down next to her and she lays her head down on Abby’s shoulder.

“I’m going to fall asleep.”

Dana mumbled, her warm breath skating across Abby’s skin and creating goosebumps.

“Just so you know if you want to get up.”

Dana clarifies and lifts her head to look at Abby. The blonde swallows hard before making her decision. She stands up and grabs the blanket Dana had given her earlier. Dana takes the blanket and wraps it around her before turning away from Abby, never looking at her. She couldn’t. Abby would see the disappointment and sadness in her eyes and Abby didn’t deserve to be burdened with Dana’s pitiful feelings. The detective deserved so much more than her. Abby grabs her clothes and goes into the bathroom connected to their room. Abby leans against the door and covers her eyes with her hand. She shakes her head and takes a deep breath. She can’t do this anymore. She can’t keep fucking Dana and expect to cuddle afterward like they did before she learned about the brunette. Dana grips the blanket closer to her chest and falls asleep when Abby walks out of the bathroom. Abby sits down on her bench and looks out the window.

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Dana wakes after the train jostles them on a turn. She sits up with the blanket wrapped around her and refuses to look at Abby. Abby doesn’t look at Dana either. Dana grabs her clothes and walks into the bathroom to change. After she walks out Abby clears her throat.

“There’s only an hour before we reach Maine. I should call my family.”

Dana grabs her burner phone and hands it to Abby without a word. Abby stands up.

“Thanks.”

Abby mumbles and walks into the bathroom. She calls her mother first and tells her she is an hour and a half away with a friend. Her mother asks for a reason for the visit but Abby says they can talk more when they get there. Her father is more difficult to deal with but explains the situation to him, telling him that he needs to get Damon and his wife to the safe house she set up for them after she figured out how dangerous the Morgan family was. Next, she calls Abel and tells him to do the same with his wife. Abby ends the call with her brother and walks back into the main cabin. She hands Dana the phone who takes it without looking at her again. Abby sits down and bites her lip. Time to tell Dana about the safe houses.

“I have safe houses for my family. I didn’t want to tell you until I was sure I could trust you.”

Abby tells Dana. Dana’s eyes snap up to look at her angrily.

“You haven’t trusted me this whole time I’ve turned my back on my own family to help yours?”

Dana asks and Abby gulps.

“W-Well I…I…”

Abby stumbles and Dana’s angry stare was making her nervous. For all Abby knew Dana could have been working for her brother still. Dana stands up.

“I’m taking a walk.”

Dana says surprisingly calm with the anger still in her eyes. Abby stands up also when Dana walks to the door, wanting to keep talking.

“I’ll go with you.”

Abby insists and takes a step forward then Dana’s words stop her.

“I don’t want you to.”

Dana says softly and shuts the door behind her. Abby stands in the middle of the room for a few moments before sitting back down. Dana walks down the hallway until she finds the bar room. Abby hadn’t trusted her until just a few seconds ago. Helping her run away from her own family then getting her on a train to her mother’s wasn’t enough loyalty. Dana takes a seat near the windows.

“Can I get you something miss?”

A waitress asks Dana. Dana smiles at the younger woman.

“A beer, please. Any kind, it doesn’t matter.”

The waitress smiles warmly and leaves to go to the bar. Dana takes the beer when the waitress comes back.

“My name is Hailey. Let me know if you need anything else.”

Hailey winks at Dana and leaves her with her beer. Dana smiles and takes a swig of beer as she looks out the window. Abby is angry. She shouldn’t feel guilty for not trusting Dana. Dana seduced her to get information on the case. Abby told her everything about her family and her life. Dana sets the empty beer bottle on the table in front of her. Hailey walks back to Dana.

“Would you like another beer?”

Hailey asks sweetly. Dana smiles and checks her watch.

“I shouldn’t, but thank you.”

Dana says and stands up. Hailey smiles politely and walks back to the bar. Dana walks back to her room but when she opens the door Abby is fuming with anger.

“Sit down and listen.”

Abby growls and Dana complies. Underneath her anger, Dana knew Abby was angrier than her. The blonde takes a deep breath as she stands in front of Dana.

“I am angry. I’m furious. You walked into my life and lied like it was nothing. I told you a lot about my family, my job, my friends. I actually liked you. I couldn’t trust you even after you saved me from your family. Even after you turned your back on your family. How was I supposed to know? You could have been working for your brother still. You’re good at lying. So no, I didn’t trust you with my family’s life until now. You don’t get to be upset about that, not with who you are.”

Abby finishes her rant and pants softly. Dana looks into Abby’s eyes.

“I know. You’re right. I…I’m sorry.”

Dana mumbled. Abby straightens her shoulders and her eyebrows raise in surprise. She had expected a fight out of Dana.

“You’re…just like that?”

Abby asks incredulously. Dana raises an eyebrow.

“You want a fight?”

Dana asks with a small smile. Abby opens and closes her mouth in surprise before answering.

“I…no. I just didn’t expect you to…I don’t know.”

Abby says softly and sits down. Dana sighs.

“I have nothing to fight with. You’re right. I’m wrong. I might as well admit it. There’s no point in arguing with you for the rest of the way.”

Dana says and shrugs at Abby. Abby nods her head in agreement. Dana looks at Abby with a playful smirk.

“Do you want me to read my book again?”

Abby’s eyes snap up to Dana’s. Abby smiles when she realizes Dana is kidding.

“I think we’ve heard enough for the day.”

Abby chuckles and moves closer to the window. Dana smiles and looks out the window herself.

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“Mom!”

Abby yells and waves at her mother waiting on the platform. Dana smiles as Abby runs over and wraps her arms around her mother’s neck. Abby sighs and hugs her mother harder. Dana grabs their bags and carries them over to the hugging daughter and mother. Abby pulls away.

“It’s really good to see you, mom.”

Abby says softly and smiles brightly at her mother. Her mother pats her cheek lovingly.

“It’s good to see you too baby girl. Oh god, you’re beaten up.”

Abby rolls her eyes at her mother’s insisted nickname for her since she is the youngest sibling. Her mother clicks her tongue in distaste then looks to Dana and Abby does too.

“Oh, mom, this is Dana. Dana, this is Gloria Warren, my mom.”

Dana smiles and shakes the older woman’s hand.

“It is lovely to meet you, Ms. Warren.”

Dana says with a smile. Abby smiles as her mother waves her hand.

“Oh, call me Gloria.”

Dana smiles and Abby’s mother moves to lead Abby and Dana back to the car.

“She’s cute. She’s your girlfriend, isn’t she?”

Abby’s mother asks without whispering. Abby groans and Dana chuckles.

“No, mom. She’s not my girlfriend. She’s just a friend.”

Abby clarifies and walks around the car to the driver’s seat. Dana picks up the pace to grab Abby’s mother’s door handle for her.

“Let me get that for you, Ms. Warren.”

Dana says and opens the door for her. Abby’s mother smiles as she gets in the car.

“Oh isn’t she a sweetheart?”

Abby’s mother asks her daughter as Dana gets into the car. Abby adjusts her rear view mirror and narrows her eyes at Dana.

“Yeah, she’s something.”

Abby mumbles and forces back her smile when Dana winks at her. Abby shakes her head and drives off towards her mother’s house. Abby’s mother looks at her daughter in concern.

“I know this isn’t just a regular visit Abby. You’re beaten up. You always seem so busy at the precinct to get a weekend off- let alone a weekday. Even if you do get a day off you rarely come to see me. What’s wrong?”

Gloria asks and Abby sighs.

“We have to kick plan B into motion, mom. I’m in some trouble with a family in New York. Do you remember the case I’ve been working on since 2013?”

Abby asks her mother and glances back to Dana. Dana looks quietly out of the window, her hands folded tightly in her lap.

“Yes, and that family- the Morgan family- they’re after you? Have you called everyone else?”

Abby smiles at her mother and briefly takes her hand off the wheel to squeeze her mother’s hand. Dana tenses at the mention of her family name.

“Everyone else is moving to their safe houses now. It’s going to be okay.”

Abby reassures her mother and puts her hand back on the wheel.

“What about you Dana? I assume you’re involved in this too. Is your family alright?”

Abby takes in a sharp intake of breath and looks at Dana in the mirror. Dana closes her eyes and swallows the emotion in her throat.

“I am but I-I don’t have any family left ma’am.”

Dana stumbles and keeps her eyes tightly shut. She’s willing herself not to cry. Abby bites her lip, trying to will Dana to open her eyes. Abby’s mother looks to Abby with a frown. Her daughter was trying to discreetly get Dana’s attention but she was failing miserably.

“I’m sorry to hear that, honey. I want you to know that you are completely welcome in my home- or my safe house.”

Dana opens her eyes and looks at Abby in the rear view mirror. Abby gives her apologetic eyes and Dana gives her a small smile, but Abby doesn’t believe that its real.

“Thank you, Ms. Warren. That means a lot to me.”

Dana responds and it makes Abby’s mother smile.

“Of course. Now let me tell you girls about Lana’s boy down the street. He’s a real piece of work…”

Abby’s mother starts off into a ramble of her neighbor. Abby barely listens and Dana doesn’t listen at all. Abby is thinking about Dana and Dana is thinking about her family. Wishing for the first time in her life that her family was completely different.

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There will be at least two more chapters of this series to cum (; I hope you all have enjoyed this chapter! And, per request of many fans of “My History Teacher”, there will be a closing 8th chapter. I’m struggling with it but I have taken up a suggestion from one of the people who had commented on “My History Teacher 7”. If you’re curious as to what this 8th chapter will conceal I suggest going to look at the comments and possibly comment your own prompt if I decide the current one hasn’t worked out. Stay tuned (;

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A Southern Bell meets a Calli Girl

Being a rich Georgian socialite, I didn’t have the need to work like the common people of the world. I found myself spending most of my days attending various events like gallery openings and mid-afternoon tea parties, which made my life extremely dull.

One Saturday afternoon my bore of a husband suggested that I go to one of his new business partner’s house for a tea party so I could become acquainted with his wife.

I drove past the iron gates of her driveway to the beautiful plantation mansion with hundred year old willows that lined both sides of the drive. I thought to myself, ‘Another afternoon sipping tea and eating finger sandwiches.’ I wondered how I was going to fake interest in what this old hag had to say for the next three hours. When the door opened, I was truly surprised what I saw.

Alexis was about 24 years old, 10 years my junior, and was wearing a white linen robe. She had curly blond hair, flawless skin, perky breasts and a very petite body that made me a little envious.

I was no slouch myself. With my constant aerobic, 36C chest and the finest plastic surgeons that money could buy, I still had the body that could turn many young men’s heads. But she was all natural and it made me a little mad.

“Hello, you must be Martha?” Alexis asked.

“Yes my dear, I’m Martha. I seem to be a little over dressed for the occasion. Or am I early?” I asked. I was wearing a floral dress that went past my knees and was quite modest.

“No you are on time and, like, I must have totally spaced out telling Bob to have you bring a swimsuit. But no worries I have one that you can wear,” she replied nonchalantly.

Thinking that a proper southern lady doesn’t wear someone else’s clothes, let alone a swimsuit, I quickly changed the topic. “I can tell from your accent you aren’t from Georgia.”

“No, I’m from Cali but I met Bob when he was there for some conference thingy. I was working there as a waitress and when I touched his hand I just knew that our chi matched … so two weeks later here I am.” Alexis rambled on while we stood in the doorway.

At first I thought to myself that this young lady was a complete space cadet, but the more she talked the more I started to like her. She was wild, fun and totally different than all the boring ladies I had been around before.

“Oh, like wow, where are my manners? Would you like to come in?” she finally asked me.

“That would be lovely,” I replied.

Alexis led me through the house and straight to the backyard, forgoing the normally predictable house tour, and took me to a small table by the pool. Once we got there she untied her robe and let it fall to the ground. She was wearing a very small blue bikini that barely covered her well-toned tanned body.

“Isn’t this totally bitching?” Alexis asked me.

I blushed from her remarked and almost nude body, but enjoyed her openness and said, “Yes, it is very nice pool.”

“So what do you want to drink? I have rum, beer, Jack, Jim, I have pretty much a full bar,” she asked.

Again, I was taken aback by Alexis. Every tea party I had been to there had, well, there had been tea, but we had everything but tea.

“Do you have any wine?” I finally asked.

Alexis put her hand on her hips and opened her mouth in disbelief and said, “Wine? You really need to relax more girlfriend. I’ll tell you what, I’ll make you a killer drink I use to make in Cali, you’ll totally love it!”

Before I could protest, Alexis left the table and went to the pool bar to make the concoction. I sat there waiting both nervously and a little excited. This was the first time in a long time that I had felt this way.

Alexis returned to the table with two large glasses filled with a pink slushy liquid in them and placed one of them in front of me.

“Now be careful, the first sip will make your lips tingle, and then the second sip will make your clit stand at attention,” Alexis said laughing.

I was a little shocked at first by what Alexis said, but then I chuckled and said, “Well it has been a while since my little sailor has reported for duty, I’m afraid he is lost at sea.” Then I took a deep draw of the drink she gave me.

She laughed and said, “You southern people say the funniest things. I think it’s so cute!”

“Well my dear, we southern belles don’t discuss about such things in the open in such colorful terms so we come up with little euphemism,” I informed her.

Looking over her glass, Alexis looked confused.

“My dear, a euphemism is the substitution of a mild, indirect, or vague expression for one thought to be offensive, harsh, or blunt.” I said.

“Huh?” She said with a puzzled look.

Although she was very pretty, I was beginning to find out she wasn’t very bright but she was still far more entertaining than the spinsters I’d been spending time with.

“For example, you would say that Bob has a nice hickory stick instead of a big, as you might say, cock,” I said.

“Oh…now I get it!” she said exultantly. There was a twinkle in her eye. “And let me tell you, his ‘hickory stick’ is more like a hickory stump that gets buried deep in my field every night he’s home.”

I laughed and almost blew the cold drink out my nose when Alexis told me about Bob’s manhood.

“Yes dear, that is how we here in the south use euphemism.” I said as I used my napkin to clean my blouse off.

“Oh no, you got your drink all over yourself. I’ll tell you what, why don’t you go up to my room and put on one of my bikinis and we can go for a swim? Then you can tell me all about these ‘euphemisms’,” Alexis said.

I reluctantly agreed and followed her to her bedroom. She gave me one of her red bikinis and left me alone so I could change into it.

It was a small number that had a T-back bottom and the top just covered my breast.

Looking into the full length mirror in the corner of the room I realized how good I looked in it.

The ladies of the social circle I normally associated with would never wear something like a bikini, not that half of them could fit their fat bodies into one anyway.

I went back to the pool where Alexis was, and she was waiting for me with another concoction in her hand.

“Wow, like you look so totally hot! I could so totally eat you!” Alexis said as she handed me the drink.

Blushing I thanked her and slid into the cool pool.

We spent most of the afternoon in and out of the pool, drinking way too much and talking about her life in California.

It was late in the afternoon and we were reclining on lounge chairs talking about how she was going to be a rock star and then an actress, but found out she couldn’t sing or play an instrument so she went off to be an actress.

She did a couple of commercials but never landed any roles on television. She did say, however, she done a couple of adult movies but she didn’t like having control of the creative aspect of the films so she quit.

“The sex was great but that’s all. It was, just sex you know? I wanted something more to the movie. I wanted my movies to be the next Hamlet, you know what I mean?” Alexis asked.

Not knowing for sure how a porno movie would be compared to the works of the great Bard, I simply nodded my head in an up and down motion.

“So, when was the last time you had sex?” Alexis asked out of the blue.

Maybe it was all the drinks I had or maybe some of her free-thinking had started to rub off of me but I said, “My dear, we don’t ask questions like that here in the civilized south. Instead we ask things like, when was the last time you saw Old man Johnson or gone sailing. Anyway, it has been about five months now.”

“You mean you haven’t had sex…I mean had a cruise in five months!? See I’m learning,” she said laughing.

“I see that, my dear,” I said in a reassuring toned. “Well the captain of the ship can’t seem to get the anchor up and he refuses to go into the dry dock to get it check out.”

Alexis looked down at her glass and took a sip. She thought for a long time. I knew her little brain was struggling to think of something to say. Then a big grin came over her face.

“Well why don’t you have the first mate take the ship out without the captain?” she asked while she wiggled her fingers at me.

I showed my fingers back at Alexis. “My first mate is a little too short to reach the bowels of the ship where all the important gearing is at,” I replied.

“Oh…” she said. But she quickly had a thought and said, “I think my Chief Engineer can handle that! Stay right there!”

She ran off towards the house. She came back almost as fast as she left with a small purple velvet bag in her hand. She plopped herself on the chair and retrieved two smooth plastic vibrators, one black and one red.

“Martha, I would like you to meet Chief Engineer Blackie and Chief Engineer Ready.” She said as she handed me the red vibrator.

“Wha…?”

Before I knew it, Alexis had already lain down on her lounge chair and removed her bikini bottom. Turning her head to face me, Alexis said, “Look if the captain won’t take you on a cruise there isn’t any reason you can’t enjoy the sea, right?”

I thought about how long it had been since my pussy had been touched and I couldn’t remembered the last time I had an orgasm.

I looked back at Alexis, “You know, you are absolutely right! I need to go sailing and I want to feel some choppy seas!” I said delightedly.

I removed my bottoms and turned on “Chief Engineer Ready”.

Spreading my legs slightly I lowered the vibrating toy between my legs and placed it against my clit.

The shock of the vibrations pulsating against my clit took my breath away and made my toes curl immediately.

“Oh my dear, I think I see a storm brewing on the horizon!” I said to Alexis.

“Yea, and like, we might get flooded from a tsunami if we’re not careful,” she said in shuddering words.

I rubbed Alexis’ toy up and down my pussy, allowing my pussy juices to cover it. My pussy was begging to be filled by the fake cock so I didn’t wait and plugged it deep inside myself.

I kept my eyes closed so I could concentrate on feeling every inch of the ‘engineer’ probing deep inside and I began to slip into my fantasy.

My mind wandered as I thought about what it would be like to have Tyron, my black pool man, have his thick cock inside of my pussy. I imagined him on top of me with my legs wrapped around his muscular body, watching my pussy being stretched by him.

Deeper in my mind I could see his black cock shinnying in the sun, covered in my pussy’s nectar, by our pool. As my limp dick husband sat off to the side and watched.

I would look to my husband as if to say, “This is how a real man fucks a woman, with a big long cock!”

As I fucked myself harder with Alexis’ toy, I felt something I hadn’t felt in a long time. My pussy began to leak and juices poured out of me and onto the lounge chair I was laying on.

My gooey pussy cream was hot and poured out of me like never before. It coated Alexis’ vibrator, the crack of my ass and the lounge chair.

“Oh my god, I think there is a hurricane a coming!” I yelled out.

“I’m so riding a gnarly wave myself!” Alexis cried back.

Not wanting to lose the moment I went back to Tyrone in my mind.

He had me on my hands and knees, facing my husband, and was fucking me from behind. His cock slammed hard inside of me making my ass slap against him and my breast sway back and forth hard.

“Watch Tyrone fuck this white bitch, you bastard! Watch his big cock split my pussy lips wide open!” I screamed at my useless husband in my mind.

I could almost feel his cock push against my cervix and his big balls brush my clit and it drove me wild with lust, something my small dick husband could never do.

Tyrone fucked me deep and hard and began to cum. His load was hot and thick, filling my pussy so completely that I couldn’t hold it all and it poured out of me.

While I fantasized of Tyrone’s cock filling me, I felt my clit tingle and my pussy quiver, I knew I was going to cum soon!

“Oh…dear…god…I think the ship is…going…down!” I screamed aloud.

My pussy convulsed uncontrollably and I shoved the vibrator as deep as I possibly could inside of myself. While I fucked myself a flood of my own juice squirted out of me, soaking my hand and chair.

“Oh… bummer, I just… wiped out!” I heard Alexis cried out as I saw her body shaking from her own orgasm.

I watched Alexis shake for a moment then I closed my eyes to bask in the wonderful moment I just had, when I heard Alexis lounge chair shift.

“You know, like, they say that the eye of the storm is the calm part and stuff. It’s the other half of the storm that does the most of the damage, you know?” She said.

For I moment I kind of felt like Alexis and said, “Huh?”

“I think that you need to batten the hatches, because I think the hurricane isn’t over yet,” she said.

I felt her fingers slide my bikini top to the side exposing my nipples to the warm Georgia summer air then was replaced by her wet hot mouth. I had left my sensibilities back in my fantasies with Tyrone and grabbed the back of her head, feeding her my erect nipple.

“I think your right. I feel the humidity rising south of the equator which is a sure sign of a violent storm coming,” I said.

Alexis sucked on my nipple causing it to grow harder than it was already. She teased it with her teeth and ran her hand slowly down my body until she reached my soaking pussy.

“By the barometric pressure gauge, I think it is going to be a strong storm to,” she said as she slipped her pussy coated fingers into my mouth.

I greedily licked her fingers clean, tasting my own pussy for the first time and I wanted more.

For the first time in my life I wasn’t a proper socialite and I wasn’t worried if I was using the right fork or if my lipstick was on just right so some stupid old hag could judge me base on my graces. I was becoming dirty and I loved it.

“Enough of this bullshit and eat my pussy!” I demanded.

She quickly moved from my side and positioned herself between my legs, spreading them so she could get at my swollen clit. I placed my legs up on the arm rests of the lounger and looked down my body. I could see Alexis’ pretty face between my legs and her tongue parted her red lips.

She lowered her head and I could feel her hot breath wash over my pussy. That feeling alone almost made me cum again, but when she split my pussy lips with her tongue and ran it up to my throbbing clit I almost passed out.

“Holy fuck!” I cried from Alexis’ talented tongue. Never in my life have I had anyone eat my pussy so good. Not my husband, not my boyfriends in college, not anyone and it was fantastic.

She used the tip of her tongue to trace around my clit at first and then she began to suck on it like it was a little cock. But what really drove me over the edge was when she used both her tongue and teeth and flicked at my clit without mercy.

My pussy oozed more and more fluid which leaked onto my virgin ass hole, which gave all the lube that Alexis need to place her slender finger inside of it.

“So much for being proper, huh bitch?” Alexis asked me.

“Fuck you, and fuck being proper!” I said as I began to rock my hips to fuck Alexis’ finger.

Alexis went back to devouring my pussy and was meeting each thrust of my hips with her hand, shoving her finger deep inside of my ass, fucking me hard. With her free hand Alexis had picked up the vibrator that I had used earlier and pushed it deep into my cock hungry pussy and was moving it in and out of me fast and hard.

“You like to be fucked, don’t you slut?” She asked me.

“God, yes I love being fucked!” I screamed.

“You want a big cock pounding your pussy, don’t you?” She asked again.

I screamed aloud that my husband had a small useless cock and I so badly wanted to be fucked and be treated like a whore.

Alexis went back to eating my pussy while she fucked me with her vibrator. I could feel my pussy become wetter and the same tingling sensation started to build in my clit again, I knew I was going to cum again.

“Oh…fuck I’m going to cum!” I yelled.

Breaking away from her pussy kiss, Alexis said, “That’s it slut, fucking cum for me! Let me taste you!” Then she went back to eating my pussy.

Her talented tongue flicked my clit and her toy drove deep into my pussy causing it to spurt a torrent of sticky cum. My finger tips dug deeply into the arm rests of the lounge chair and my legs wrapped tightly around the back of Alexis’ head, almost suffocating the poor girl to death. I released my grip on Alexis and lay there in the lounger shaking, alive for the first time in my life. Alexis kissed her way up my body and then softly on my lips.

“Are you okay?” she asked.

I wrapped my arms around her smooth body and said, “I’m better than okay, I just survived a hurricane.”

Alexis smiled and said, “I’m no hurricane, I’m more of a tropical storm. Bob should be home in thirty minutes, and, like, then you will see a hurricane!”

Like I said earlier, Alexis isn’t very bright or well mannered, but she is far from a lair. When Bob came home we both met him at the door wearing matching purple corsets and black seam stockings.

Let’s just say that “Hurricane Bob” was a powerful storm that tore up the shore line, caused major power outages, and left both Alexis and I high and dry.

Since “Hurricane Bob,” I left my husband and I go sailing with Alexis and Bob almost every day. You know how much I love stormy seas.

The End

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Some little blue pills add a new twist to farm chores

The chime of the doorbell harkened the arrival of Mr. Mitchell, our neighbor from down the road a ways. The Mitchells were retired, but still ran a small hobby farm with several acres of corn and potatoes, a few cows, and a small herd of goats.

“Hey Bill, how ya doing?” Daddy inquired as he opened the door.

“Fine, just dandy,” Bill replied, accepting the offer of a friendly handshake from Dad. “In fact, the missus and I are headed off on vacation for ten days to Hawaii.”

Dad gave an appreciative whistle in reply. Bill continued, “We were hoping that your girls Natalie and Jenny could maybe look in on one of our goats for us. The rest of the herd can just graze in the pasture, but we recently got ourselves a buck, and that crazy billy is just pestering all the lady goats something fierce. We’re keeping him locked up in the barnyard, so he’ll be needing regular feeding and watering. We’ll be happy to pay the girls of course…

“Nonsense, no need to pay them,” Daddy interrupted. “Neighbors help neighbors. Besides, it will be good for the girls — teach ’em some responsibility.”

My sister Jenny glanced and me and rolled her eyes. I shook my head in annoyance. Daddy was always on the lookout for the opportunity to “teach us some responsibility”. Invariably, that translated to more chores with no money in our pocket. But as the conversation between Daddy and our retired neighbor came to close, the terms of our slave labor were finalized. With a wave, Daddy wished Mr. Mitchell a wonderful vacation.

The next morning, a sunny day in mid-July, Daddy headed out to work, pausing to once again go over the instructions for the care and feeding of “Harley”, the Mitchell’s apparently cantankerous goat. Jenny and I nodded dutifully, promising to take our job seriously. Daddy’s truck roared to life and trailing a cloud of dust behind him on the gravel road, he was off for a day’s work on the construction site.

“So, you wanna go check in on Harley?” I inquired.

“Sure. I mean, how much trouble can one goat be?” Jenny shrugged with a dismissive tone. So we set off on the short walk down the county road to the Mitchell’s farm.

Arriving at the gate, the crunch of wheels on gravel behind us brought Mr. Bilkford, our local mailman to a stop. “Hello there, ladies,” he slurred in his signature slightly drunken tone. “You’re sure looking fine today.” He peered at us through his mirrored sunglasses, his gaze passing quickly over me to linger uncomfortably on my sister Jenny.

It was hard to blame him, I suppose. Jenny was a little heartbreaker and she knew it. She was decked out in an alluring white miniskirt with a shamefully high hemline. A well-timed breeze rippled the pleated material, revealing a peek at her skimpy purple panties, clinging tightly to the well formed curves of her firm little rump. Mr. Bilkford’s eyes widened in appreciation at the tantalizing display. A cut-off “Stones” teeshirt exposed a daring amount of bare midriff and a belly-button ring. Her favorite pink Hello Kitty sneakers and lacy ankle socks didn’t really look appropriate for farmyard chores but definitely added to her “baby doll” look. She had already taken the time to tease her long blonde hair into luxurious curls and apply a delicate coating of eye-liner and a hint of lip gloss. Dangling feather earrings completed the ensemble, and she looked more like she was ready for the harvest dance than a morning of caring for a barnyard beast.

Mr. Bilkford’s lecherous gaze apparently did not go unnoticed by my sister Jenny. A shy flush of red rose on her pretty cheeks and the small nubs of stiffening nipples perked the front of her thin, braless teeshirt. My sister was a flirt and she welcomed any and all attention. She giggled as he mumbled some ineffectual joke, slipping her index finger into her lips and swaying from side to side as she batted eyes at him.

By comparison, I suddenly felt conspicuously plain. I was dressed more sensibly for the task at hand, sporting a pair of tight and well-worn denim shorts, a comfortable plaid shirt, and hiking boots that could stand up to a bit of muck and abuse. My hair was bound up in a pony tail and tucked out through the back of my grimy John Deere baseball cap. On my better days, with my freckles and a bit of an upturned nose, I could pull off the “cute girl next door” look. But next to Jenny, I always felt scrawny and unpolished.

After Mr. Bilkford’s wandering eyes finally had taken in all there was to see of Jenny’s long trim legs, taut exposed tummy, and perky peeking nipples, he coughed and nervously rubbed his nose as he turned his thoughts back to more professional matters. Rummaging through the bins in his Jeep, he finally produced several letters and a small cardboard shipping box. The mailbox was just a few feet away, but he chose instead to hand the parcels over to Jenny, making no effort to conceal his efforts to steal a glimpse down the cleavage of her low-cut shirt as she stepped up to the vehicle to take possession of the mail. “See you ladies next time!” He cheerfully exclaimed, wheeling the delivery vehicle back out onto the county road and gunning the accelerator as he shot off to his next address.

Carrying the mail, Jenny led the way up to the barn, with me following behind. I couldn’t help but admire the enticing swivel of her hips as her firm, rounded rear wriggled so energetically under the confines of her short skirt. Once again the wind wafted up the hem of her skirt, giving me a brief glimpse at her panties. It was difficult to say for certain, but there may have been a small wet spot glistening in the crotch, courtesy of her teasing session with the mailman. I tried to banish such thoughts from my mind. I couldn’t explain it, but I always got a funny feeling in my tummy when I gazed at my sister. Something about her was mysteriously alluring, in a forbidden fruit sort of way.

We made our way through the small fenced barnyard and approached the weathered but well maintained wooden barn. Metal rollers creaked in protest as I slid the large door aside. Jenny placed the mail on an old wooden crate by the door and I peered into the gloom, finally finding a light switch to push back the shadows. A boisterous “Meeeeehhhhh!” greeted us and Harley the goat trotted out of a stall to see who had come to visit, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Wow!” Jenny gasped. “He’s a giant!” Harley was indeed a big boy. From the conversation between Daddy and Mr. Mitchell, Harley was a Boer goat, one of the largest breeds. With a height of almost four feet and a weight of 280 pounds, he was a muscular and formidable animal. He was mottled brown and white, with a long set of greyish-black horns that curled back and downward. The Mitchells obviously treated him as a pampered pet, as his coat was immaculately clean and brushed to a glistening sheen, and his hooves were well trimmed, rounded off and polished.

Jenny and I spent a few minutes getting to know our new charge, petting and scruffling Harley, much to his obvious tail-wagging delight. He paused for a moment, curiously sniffing the air, seeming to take particular interest in my sister. He turned a longing gaze to the female goats out of his reach in the separate pasture. Then, apparently feeling frisky, Harley bounded into the barnyard in a stiff-legged trot, off on important and inexplicable goat business. My sister and I set about our chores. There was fresh hay to be laid in the stall, a feed container to be refilled, and a water trough that needed topping off.

As we wrapped up our tasks, Jenny and I took a breather to stop and admire our accomplishments. From behind us, the quiet sound of cardboard tearing and a crunching noise drew us from our reverie. We turned, and Jenny’s hand flew to her mouth in shock. “Harley! No!” My sister’s exclamation went unheeded however as the curious goat continued to tear into the mail that Jenny had set aside. The letters were already a total loss, and Harley had shredded the cardboard box, crushing its contents underhoof. The misbehaving goat curiously tilted his head, then bent down, enthusiastically nibbling at something on the ground. He raised his head, jaws working, followed by a pronounced gulping motion.

Jenny and I rushed over. With an effort, we managed to muscle Harley away from the chewed and tattered contents of the mail. Jenny stooped down, scooping up the scattered debris of the letters and cardboard box. With a worried look she showed me an orange pill bottle with a popped off cap and a handful of small blue pills.

“Oh no!” I exclaimed in dismay. “Did Harley eat some? What are they?”

Jenny squinted, her lips moving as she tried to sound out the arcane medicinal language on the pill bottle’s torn and smeared label. “Era… Erecticillin” Jenny struggled to pronounce. I rose up on my toes, trying to peer over her shoulder as she struggled to decipher the instructions and side effects on the small container.

“Oh… Oh dear!” she breathed, her face taking on a slight blush of embarrassment.

“What? What?!” I urged.

“I think they’re like, you know… guy pills,” she replied in a hushed tone.

I looked at her, puzzled. She rolled her eyes in frustration. “They’re for guys, to make their… thing hard.” I gazed at her in bewilderment. “Their guy thing… their dick,” Jenny explained in an embarrassed whisper, pointing down at her groin.

My eyes grew wide in shock. “You mean their…” Jenny nodded.

We turned and looked at Harley with concern. “So… how many did he eat?” I stammered. Jenny looked at the bottle label. “It says there were thirty, but I can only find about…” she paused to count the tablets in her hand. “Twenty seven. So he ate like three, I guess… maybe.”

“Is that bad?” I replied, chewing my lip nervously. “I mean, what can happen?”

Jenny turned her attention back to the label, reading out loud. “Side effects can include shortness of breath, blurred vision, stroke, irregular heartbeat, and death. If erection persists for more than four hours, seek medical assistance.”

“Death?” I blurted in horror. “We have to do something!”

“Like what?” Jenny chastised in response. “It’s not like we can call an ambulance and tell them we have a goat that munched a bunch of dick pills!”

I frowned, unable to find a flaw in her logic. “Maybe the pills don’t work on goats?” I offered in desperation.

My sister and I turned once again to look at Harley, holding our breath with anticipation. Harley caught our gaze, giving us his full attention. Once again he sniffed the air with curiosity. He snorted and pawed the ground, seeming agitated. He shook his head, issuing a loud bleat. Then, as we watched, Harley’s dick slowly began to extend and swell, protruding ever longer under his furry belly as it grew. Suddenly, in a frenzy, the powerful goat raced frantically around the barnyard enclosure, turning several laps before he finally skidded to a halt, his flanks heaving with exertion.

Jenny’s hand flew to her mouth, stifling a girlish squeak of alarm. “He’s huge!” she gasped, extending a trembling finger in the direction of Harley’s throbbing erection. Even without Jenny’s helpful pointing, the beast’s massive swollen cock was impossible to overlook. Like Harley’s fur, his enormous cock was a myriad of fleshy colors, patterns of pink and white and black. Its size was alarming, as long and thick as a wine bottle. As we watched, the ominous organ twitched and seemed to add another straining inch to its impressive length. A shimmering drop of syrupy fluid oozed from the tip, glistening in the morning sun as it trailed slowly downward to form a sticky, dangling strand. Harley sniffed the air, then bent down and nibbled at a stray bit of hay, eyeing us with interest.

“Maybe the pills will just wear off in a bit?” I suggested, my voice holding little to no conviction.

Jenny swallowed nervously and nodded. “Let’s finish the chores and then we can see how he’s doing,” she suggested, struggling to maintain a positive tone. We turned, and Jenny bent over to pick up a final scrap of a well-chewed envelope that might have started its life as a phone bill. The hem of her short skirt rose up high on her hips. A rushing clomp of hooves was our only warning of Harley’s thunderous approach. Apparently Jenny’s posture, bent over and her hips swaying, had attracted the goat’s attention. Her snug little purple panties, pulled tight over her firm and alluring backside was just the target the mischievous goat needed.

I tried to shout a warning, but was too late. Head lowered, Harley crashed headfirst into Jenny’s saucy little rump, butting her soundly and sending her stumbling forward. She shrieked, more out of indignant surprise than actual injury, but Harley paid no heed. Jenny regained her balance but Harley, head lowered, charged again, once more smacking her soundly on her quivering rump. Feet flailing, my sister fell against the barnyard’s split rail fence, almost teetering over the top before she regained her balance in a most unladylike position with her legs spread wide.

The excited goat poked his furry snout under the short hem of Jenny’s skirt.

With a quick and precise motion, Harley clamped his teeth down on the waistband of Jenny’s panties, tugging back with all his might. Jenny squawked in surprise as the panties strained, pulling out tight into a quivering band that dug deep into her crotch, exposing her flesh pussy lips on either side of the taut material. Jenny reached in desperation, grasping at her panties in an attempt to retain some hint of modesty. But her efforts were in vain. A tearing sound arose, lace and delicate threads snapping in rapid succession as the skimpy undergarment gave way. Harley thrashed his head, powerful neck muscles flexing. It was all over for my sister’s purple panties. The waistband split and the hem around her right leg snapped. Harley retreated, the lion’s share of Jenny’s panties dangling from his mouth. My sister only retained a purple band of frayed cloth around her left upper thigh, looking like a stripper’s garter belt after a hard night on the town.

Harley began to munch, chewing aggressively, the remnants of my sister’s panties rapidly disappearing into his grinding jaws. “Harley! Stop!” I exclaimed, rushing to prevent the goat from completely devouring the lacy undies. Jenny remained draped over the fence rail, gasping to catch her breath from the unexpected impact. I grabbed the dangling fringes still outside Harley’s furry jowls with one hand and his horns with the other, struggling to hold him still.

The battle seemed hopeless as bite by bite, the stubborn goat chewed down the apparently tasty treat. Then I suddenly stumbled backwards, surprised to find my sister’s mangled panties in my hands. Harley snorted, shook his head, then turned his attention back to Jenny. He reared up, and came down on top of Jenny, the old wooden fence rattling as his front hooves planted on the top rail on each side of her shoulders. The goat thrust his furry haunches forward. Jenny shrieked in shock. She thrashed, muscles quivering as she tried to push back off the fence. She was no match for Harley’s weight and strength. My fingers flew to my lips in shock. The goat adjusted his stance and once again his powerful haunches thrust. Over Jenny’s howl of protest, a wet slurping sound arose. Harley’s massive prick nosed into my sister’s tight little pussy and in a slow but relentless motion buried half the length of his cock into my sister’s clutching pink embrace.

Harley jostled his back hooves, then pulled up tight with his front hooves, securely pinning Jenny to the fence. He wriggled his rear, his stubby tail lashing with excitment, and lunged forward. Jenny squealed as the full length of his enormous goat cock pressed relentlessly into my sister’s defenseless little twat. Fully sheathed, Harley held his position, the powerful muscles in his haunches rippling with anticipation as Jenny’s clutching snatch quivered, straining to accommodate the alarming invasion of the goat’s relentlessly throbbing prick.

With a lewd sucking sound, Harley slowly drew back, inch after fleshy inch of his prick retreating from Jenny’s snug vaginal grasp. Her pussy lips distended outward, clutching greedily at Harley’s thick cock, depositing a glistening shimmer of slippery twat juice onto the fleshy shaft. Drawing back nearly the full length of his prick, the goat paused, shimmering droplets of pussy lube dripping off his cock. Then Harley surged forward once again. The old wooden fence vibrated under the impact, banging noisily against its rusty mount on the barn wall with a loud clatter. Jenny gasped, her pussy bulging as the randy goat mercilessly pounded his prick in deep. A wet slap sounded as Harley’s swinging balls smacked up hard against my sister’s naked twat. She groaned, her fingers turning white as she clutched the fence rail in desperation. In a barely perceptible motion, Jenny’s hips slowly rolled in a sensuous circle, grinding her naked ass against Harley’s furry haunches.

Harley bleated a victory cheer, feeling Jenny squirming underneath him. He withdrew his plundering prick, trailing shimmering strands of my sister’s natural pussy lube, spanning from her bulging cunt mound back to Harley’s large and wrinkled nut sack. With an animalist grunt of effort, Harley’s muscles flexed and he thrust forward. Jenny issued a lustful sob of delight, bucking her hips back to meet the beast’s forward motion. Harley bottomed out and Jenny whimpered, her naked upper thighs quivering. The goat immediately reversed out of that wonderfully snug twat, then hammered back in, goat and girl falling into a relentless fucking rhythm. The rails of the old barn fence creaked and clattered in a steady chatter, not quite drowning out Jenny’s growing cries of passionate enthusiasm.

Suddenly my sister shrieked, her lithe body convulsing with growing orgasmic pleasure as she thrashed violently underneath the fuck-crazed goat. Harley’s pulsing prick slipped from the lustful grip of Jenny’s trembling pussy, snapping up tight against his furry belly. The goat continued to rapidly thrust, his slippery pick skimming along the bare skin of Jenny’s back. “No, no, no, no…” she gasped, her voice ragged with desperation. Her hips twitched erratically, urgently seeking the completion of the powerful orgasm that the removal of Harley’s pounding cock rod has so cruelly interrupted. “Please…” she begged, her chest heaving in deep, uneven breaths, “Nats, please… put him back in!”

I blinked, her shameless pleading rousing me from the hypnotic trance of the obscene spectacle playing out before me. I took a tentative step forward, not entirely sure what I could do assist my sister in her newfound enthusiasm for goat fucking. I dropped to my knees next to Harley’s left rear leg, looking up to assess the situation. The goat’s furry haunches bucked and twisted, repeated thrusting his dripping wet cock up along Jenny’s lower back. Her ravished pussy lips were gaping and puffy, blushing pink with sexual arousal. With a trembling motion I reached up and closed the fingers of my right hand onto Harley’s pistoning cock shaft, unable to fully wrap my digits around the entire girth. The slippery slab of cock meat skimmed back and forth through my grasp and Harley bleated with delight as he once again felt a tight embrace applying a delightful friction to his sensitive flesh. The well lubricated cock shaft slipped from my grasp and Jenny moaned in frustration at the delay. “Hurry!” she urged, feverishly craving the sensation of that massive prick buried back in her greedy little cunt.

I chewed on my lower lip in concentration, once again snagging a tenuous grip on Harley’s rampaging cock shaft. With my left hand I tugged the hem of Jenny’s skirt up out of the way. Staining, I pushed and pulled, bracing my shoulder against Harley’s left haunch while trying to bend his rigid prick enough to put it back on path with my sister’s eager cunt. Harley, seeming to sense that assistance was literally at hand, paused his relentless thrusting and allowed me to lever his throbbing cock shaft downward. A shiver of expectation quivered through his muscular flank as I managed to coax a slight bend into to his massive prick, slowly dragging the oozing tip of his fuck stick down into the crack of Jenny’s ass.

Harley’s cock eased into the soft, inviting cleft between Jenny’s firm rump cheeks. Liking the feel of that, the goat bucked his haunches. The well-lubricated cock shaft slipped from my clutching fingers and nosed further downward, seeking the loving embrace of Jenny’s succulent cunt. But before reaching that sensuous target, it nestled into the inviting dimple of Jenny’s puckered little anus. My sister’s head snapped up and she turned a wide-eyed gaze back towards me. The fence rail creaked as Harley’s front legs strained, pulling the beast forward.

“Oh… my… god…” Jenny groaned, “He’s going to do me up the ass!” I stared, opened-mouthed in horror at what I had set in motion. But as I watched, Jenny spread her feet into a wider stance and curved her back in a downward curve, presenting her firm, curvy rump in a very submissive manner. Her hips did a slow, alluring roll, suggesting that Jenny wasn’t all that opposed to the notion of getting goat-fucked in her hot little shitter.

Harley snorted and put more effort into a hard push. My sister sobbed, perhaps feeling the last of her girlish dignity erode as the massive goat cock applied a relentlessly growing pressure against the tight pucker of her anus. “Wait, no… it’s… it’s too big!” Jenny whimpered in protest. But the trembling resistance of her protectively clenched rectal portal was already beginning to falter. There was no turning the determined barnyard beast off his single-minded purpose now. Jenny’s panicked breaths came in short, rapid surges. But as the fleshy tip of Harley’s rigid cock pleasured tender flesh of my sister’s taut little butthole, her natural female urges took control. Her hips wriggled back and forth as a quiet mewl of sexual submission slipped from her lips. The tip of Harley’s fat prick pressed deeper, squeezing its way ever so slowly past the quivering, tightly puckered resistance of Jenny’s steamy rectum. Her snug little anal rosebud finally relented, giving in to her natural girlish urge to take a massive cock up the ass. In a long, steady stroke that seemed to take well over a minute, the goat slowly plowed the full length of his slippery cock into my sister’s grateful bowels.

Jenny blubbered with mindless delight as her virgin ass was bored out to its farthest depths. A bit of drool trailed unheeded from her open mouth as she clutched the fence rail with trembling arms to maintain her balance. Her knees buckled for a moment as the passion overcame her. Muscles quivering, he drew herself back upright. Daring to take a hand off the supporting fence rail for a moment, she brushed her blonde hair back over one ear and looked back over her shoulder with a longing, lustful gaze. Then she faced back forward and gripped the fence rail, taking a deep breath, trembling and anxiously anticipating the savage anal plundering that was about to unfold.

Harley tossed his head and snorted, his back hooves shifting as he readied himself for the attack. He pulled back fast and rough, all but the very tip of his massive prick pulling free of the little blonde’s quivering anus. The tender flesh of her puckered rectum bulged in response to the lengthy outstroke, only reluctantly giving up its loving grasp on the enormous cock shaft. Jenny moaned. “Please… be gentle, Harley,” she pleaded with a tremble in her voice.

The goat rewarded her pleas with a powerful forward lunge that buried every last inch of his veiny prick in her ass. A wet slap of goat balls on her creamy rump cheeks gave verbal punctuation to the motion. Jenny issued a lustful howl of delight that trailed off into a sob as the burning flesh on flesh friction spread through her bowels. “Yes! she hissed, her body trembling with delight.

Harley drew back. Jenny’s butt cheeks clenched, internal and external muscles flexing as she clamped down tight on the goat’s retreating cock. His backward motion slowed for a moment. Then with a forceful yank, he withdrew to nearly the full length, his throbbing prick ready for yet another punishing fuck-thrust. A sheen of sweat glistened on Jenny’s naked back and inner thighs, attesting to the effort she put into enhancing her beastly lover’s pleasure.

The beast surged forward and Jenny’s hips eagerly thrust back in perfect timing. Harley bottomed out with a fleshy slap. My sister teeth clicked under the impact and she grunted in lustful appreciation, her trim thighs once again starting to tremble as her previously interrupted orgasm resumed its increasing simmer. The goat stroked back and the little blonde cooed with delight as the creature reversed direction and forcefully slammed his cock home. Once again girl and goat found their mutual rhythm, furry goat haunches and firm female rump flesh cycling in a perfectly timed choreography of beastly butt fucking.

The old fence rail rattled in time with Harley’s powerful ass-plundering fuck strokes. Finally the old rusty hardware attached to the barn wall could take no more. With a clunk and a clatter, the top rail of the fence broke free and tumbled to the ground. Deprived of the wooden support, Jenny and Harley sprawled forward. With a distinct “oomphf!” that knocked the breath from her lungs, Jenny came down on the remaining middle rail of the fence, catching herself on her hands and knees, sprawled helpless across the top of the rail. Harley never missed an ass-fucking stroke, nimbly planting his front hooves harmlessly on the ground on either side of Jenny’s outstretched hands. Recovering quickly, the cute blonde rolled her perky little ass upward to receive Harley’s downward lunge. With a wet slurp the goat’s rampaging cock once again spiked mercilessly into my sister’s quivering rectum and she moaned in appreciation.

Now positioned over the defenseless girl, Harley could bring the full might of his muscular 280 pounds to bear. Flexing his legs slightly, the goat absolutely went to work, reaming Jenny’s hot little shit socket. Jenny squirmed as her entire body began to quiver. Each rough rectal fuck thrust drew a sensual gasp from her lips and her pussy gaped shamelessly, oozing a steady trickle of vaginal fluids. She shrieked as her orgasm erupted, only the support of the fence rail keeping the squirming girl on her hands and knees as her hips bucked in the spastic grip of her rolling sexual convulsions.

Jenny’s ass contracted tight around Harley’s butt-fucking cock, muscular spasms rippling up and down the length of her bowels in a feverishly clutching grip on the goat’s gigantic dick. It was more than the poor beast could withstand. Harley buried his cock balls-deep in Jenny’s sweet little bunghole and raised his head in a bleat of victory. His nutsack contracted in a series of frantic motions. His cock swelled to even larger proportions as a volcanic eruption of steaming goat cum blasted down the barrel of his fleshy shaft.

Jenny howled with lust, feeling the scalding load of cum blast deep into her guts. Her orgasm intensified and her hips churned in an erotic dance with a massive, cum speweing goat cock stuffed deep into her trembling rectal fuck sleeve. A gush of girl cum flooded from her gaping twat, oozing like sticky syrup down the inside of her thighs. A second orgasmic wave followed hot on the heels of the first and her eyes rolled back in her sockets as a mind numbing anal orgasm shivered its way through her well reamed shitter.

Harley blew load after steaming load of goat cum deep into my sister’s eager asshole. His aching balls contracted again and again, launching surge after surge of thick sticky semen into the farthest recesses of the girl’s convulsing guts. Her tummy swelled as the goat relentlessly pumped her full to overflowing. Jenny squirmed, feeling the pressure build. Finally the tightly clenched seal of her tender anus around the base of Harley’s cock began to seep, a slow steady ooze of goat cum running out in rivulets, joining with the seemingly unending gush of orgasmic pussy sauce streaming down her trembling thighs.

Flanks heaving as the goat fought to catch his breath, Harley finished off with a few final ass-fucking thrusts, savoring the sensation of Jenny’s clutching rectal embrace milking the final dregs of cum from his prick. My sister’s upturned rump cheeks quivered with the dwindling after-shudders of her orgasm. The heated friction of Harley’s withdrawing cock shaft rekindled a few remaining embers of or orgasmic tremors and she twitched and jerked numbly as the goat finally managed to pull his softening dick free of her feebly clutching rectal embrace. He snorted with satisfaction and trotted off to a pile of fresh hay where he collapsed, still eyeing Jenny’s upturned, cum-drooling rump with a lustful gaze of appreciation.

Panting for breath and drenched in a sheen of perspiration, Jenny simply swayed on her hands and knees, draped across the fence rail, lost on a fog of post-orgasmic pleasure. There is an unmistakable look of stunned satisfaction a girl has when she has been fucked up the ass beyond any limits she imagined possible. My sister was blissfully wearing that look to the extreme, with a glazed sheen to her eyes and a Mona Lisa smile of fulfillment.

Almost as if in a dream, I saw my right hand extend out, pause with uncertainty, and then gently caress Jenny’s naked ass cheek. She sighed in response. My fingers trailed downward, teasing the muscular crease at the interface between her rump and thigh, giving that firm, fleshy pillow of ass cheek a loving squeeze. Jenny turned her head back towards me and performed her signature flirty move of brushing her shimmering hair back over one ear. Then she turned and faced forward again without a word of protest. Emboldened, I shamelessly stared at her upturned rump, the cleft of her butt cheeks open due to the wide stance of her spread knees. Her ruffled pussy lips glistened with wetness and the gaping orifice of her plundered asshole showed no inclination of tightening up anytime soon, continuing to drain a steady trickle of goat cum from that well-fucked little rectum.

I sniffed, the heady scent of cunt in heat and a steamy load of cum enticing my senses. I licked my lips, my attention drawn to a slow oozing trickle of sticky semen from her ass. Her gaping rectum puckered in and out in a minor spasm, almost as if it could read my intentions, beckoning me. My heart pounding, I dared to lean forward, placing my lips on Jenny’s naked ass cheek, caressing it with a tentative kiss. She flinched in surprise, but offered no objection. I let my tongue slip out between my lips, tracing a wet trail across Jenny’s creamy backside. She quivered in response, pushing herself up off her lazy position draped across the fence rail and firmly onto her hands and knees.

I drew my lips and flickering tongue towards the deep cleft of her butt, my oral senses coming alive as my taste buds found stray splatters of warm goat cum misted across the creamy flesh of her rump. I let my tongue slip into the crack of her ass, teasing the tender flesh right at the base of her spine. I slowly trailed downward, my lips and tongue nuzzling ever deeper between her cheeks. I brought both hands into play, grasping a firm ass cheek in each hand and tugging them apart. “Oh god…” Jenny moaned in a trembling voice, a strong blush rising in her face as she felt her most intimate parts shamelessly exposed to my intent gaze.

With my face buried in the crack of Jenny’s ass, I let the fingers of my right hand slip down to her inner thigh, finding the soft flesh warm and slippery with a generous mixture of goat and girl cum. I eased upward, sliding my way towards her pussy. Never before had there been anything but normal sisterly affection between us, but now, with my face cradled between the succulent cheeks of her naked ass, slipping a finger into her dripping pussy no longer seemed forbidden. Jenny sighed as I eased my middle finger into the velvety folds of her twat, feeling the fleshy embrace tighten down instinctively. I drew back and added my index finger, slipping both inside her to the third knuckle.

Jenny wriggled her upturned rump. “Kiss it!” she urged, her voice husky with sexual urgency. My heart skipped a beat, unsure of what she meant. My hot breath washed through the crack of her ass and her cute little rectum puckered back and forth with anticipation. I swallowed nervously and took a chance, steeling myself against her possible squeal of protest and accusations of perversions. Closing my eyes as if that would ease the shame, I pressed my lips forward, gently placing a loving kiss on the crinkled flesh of my sister’s little anus. No hint of indignant protest arose, and Jenny issued a quiet purr of approval.

In the few moments that had transpired, Jenny’s well-reamed rectal pucker had begun to tighten down, restoring itself to a clenched little star-like crinkle. But at the touch of my lips, her anus fluttered, blossoming open to the merest nuzzling of my lips. I let my tongue slip out, teasing her intimate back passage, my tastebuds savoring the ambrosia taste of the goat cum in her ass. I slipped my oral digit into my sister’s pretty little shithole, my exploring tongue running around the rim of her anus, enticing her to further open herself to me.

My fingers meanwhile lavished attention on Jenny’s adorable pussy. I added a third finger, and soon a forth. She grunted as I pushed all four inside her, then wriggled her hips, offering no objection. My thumb teased the tender bridge of flesh between her pussy and asshole and she moaned. It seemed an impossible challenge, but I tucked my thumb in alongside my four fingers and once again began to push. The tightness of her pussy resisted and she hissed, her hips bucking up as she jerked away. But then she settled down, breathing heavily. “Fuck… Do it!” she urged in a shaky voice

Slowly rotating my wrist, I steadily applied pressure to her cunt. Meanwhile, my delving tongue slipped into Jenny’s cum-drenched asshole, probing deep as my lips sealed themselves onto the crinkled portal of her rectum in an obscene anal French kiss. My tongue fluttered, digging deeper as my sister’s anus rippled, embracing me in a loving rectal embrace that seemed determined to draw me ever deeper. The intoxicating remnants of Harley’s massive eruption of cum washed into my mouth, spiced with the musky flavor of my sister’s ass.

A final twist of my wrist forced the wide part of my hand past Jenny’s straining cunt lips and my balled up fist eased into the channel of her clutching cunt. I could feel her legs begin to tremble. I rolled my fist left and right, unrelenting on my forward pressure. Several inches of my forearm pressed into her straining twat. My balled up fingers pressed into her fleshy pink cavern, exploring uncharted realms. I drew back on my hand. Jenny’s pussy mound bulged, unwilling to relinquish its clutching embrace. I pressed forward and Jenny groaned. “More… deeper!” she urged, desperation obvious in her voice. Her soft pussy lips clenched down tight in a pre-orgasmic spasm, quivering around the midpoint of my forearm. Keeping up a steady action with my tongue and lips on her snug little shitter, I rolled my forearm, left, right, and left again, feeling the depths of her juicy cunt loosen in response.

I suppressed a grin of satisfaction as my lips were otherwise engaged, and pulled my hand in reverse. A wet squelching noise arose and my arm — coated wet with Jenny’s natural vaginal lube — pulled out, glistening. With a determined motion I surged forward. Jenny’s hips bucked and she shuddered. My fist eased up against the far limits of her cunt, my forearm fully buried to the elbow. My jaw aching, I pressed my lips tight against my sister’s quivering bunghole, straining to probe my flickering tongue as deep as possible.

Jenny squealed, a prolonged, drawn out howl of sexual release. Her rectum clenched down tight trapping my tongue deep her rectal portal, refusing to release. Convulsions rippled through her straining cunt, transmitting shivers of her orgasmic ecstasy through my fist and forearm. She bucked, thrashing like a wildcat, but with half of my arm socketed securely in her snatch, I held her firmly in control. A gush of pussy cum erupted from her twat, sheeting in sticky waves down her trembling thighs.

Finally, with a trembling shudder, the last of Jenny’s orgasm was wrung from her firm little body. Panting with exhaustion, she giggled with satisfaction. I slipped my tongue from her asshole, giving that wonderful rectal pucker a last parting lick and sensual kiss. I began to draw my fist from her now sloppy cunt. “No, please, leave it in me a while,” she begged demurely, and I was happy to comply.

Eventually we restored ourselves to some semblance of dignity. Jenny’s panties of course were a complete loss and with both smelled to high heaven of goat cum and wet, satisfied twat. A hot bath was in order, but first we had to repair the broken fence and make sure Harley was alright. The top fence rail was restored with a few well-placed nails and Harley’s gently rising and falling flanks indicated the goat was doing fine, enjoying a well deserved nap in the hay.

“That was amazing!” I whispered to Jenny, gazing lovingly into her eyes.

“Nine more days,” she replied with a smile. I blinked at her, not understanding. “The Mitchell’s vacation,” she explained with a smile. They’re going to be gone for another nine days. Tomorrow is your turn with Harley,” she promised, reaching into the pocket of her skirt and retrieving the orange pill bottle. A quick shake produced a rattle of penis wonder pills, twenty-seven left in our precious supply. I wide grin spread across my face, my anticipation for tomorrow’s farm chores already building.

EPILOG: Ten blue-pill-fueled, goat-fucking days later…

The chime of our doorbell once again announced the arrival of our neighbor, Mr. Mitchell, along with his wife, back from their trip to Hawaii. The happy couple gushed about their vacation, but also offered their thanks for Jenny and I for tending to their goat. “You girls must have done a fine job, because I’ve never seen that goat any happier!” Mrs. Mitchell assured us. “You’ll have to come over some time and share your secrets.”

Jenny and I both blushed fiercely and mumbled our assurances that Harley had been absolutely no trouble at all. Jenny added that we would be more than happy to take care of him whenever the Mitchells went out of town again.

“Curious thing though…” Mr. Mitchell mused, pausing as he turned to step off our porch. “You girls didn’t happen to find any of my mail did you? I had a couple of bills go missing and our postman is normally quite reliable. We finally got is sorted out, but you know with late payments and all…”

Jenny and I nervously looked at each other but managed to maintain our poker faces as we shrugged, denying any knowledge of the lost mail. “That’s a shame,” Daddy chimed in, “did anything else go missing?”

Mr. Mitchell shook his head. “Nothing of importance. There was a shipment of pills that went missing too, but…”

“Oh, Bill Mitchell! Mrs. Mitchell chastised with a playful slap on her husband’s arm. She turned to Daddy with a conspiratorial look and whispered, “Bill was in one of those medical studies where they give you pills to help with your… well, your… male performance. Not that he’s got any trouble in that department,” she assured him with a pat on his arm. “But we just got a letter in the mail today from the study group telling us that Bill was in the test control group. So those were nothing but useless sugar pills is what they were sending him. Completely worthless. Any reaction to those pills would have to be completely natural, ’cause those things certainly couldn’t do a thing.”

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Chuck and Brenda are engaged, Briana and Cary are looking for some hot fun.

“So what do you think?” Briana asked her younger brother “Are you happy about the marriage proposal?” Cary looked at her sister, and thought for a moment before answering “You know it means a complete new life for all of us.” he started “I mean, we will have our ‘Dad’” he said making quotation marks in the air. “We never really knew our real Dad, and from what Mom tells us we probably will never see him again, so I have to wrap my head around that first. And then there is this new thing, I mean I fucked my mother last night. That could get weird. I mean I love fucking you, but we are like, supposed to mess around, but this thing with fucking my own Mom and liking it. I mean that is just a little freaky on the surface.”

Briana listened intently. Her head cocked toward her brother in acknowledgement of his concerns. “Maybe you’re reading to much into this or maybe you’re over complicating things. I mean it’s just sex, I mean she fucked you, I fucked Chuck, Mom ate my pussy, it’s not like they asked us to drink blood and become vampires, or join a cult or anything. You and I have been sexually involved for over four years, since I was twelve. We are still involved, that hasn’t changed, and the fact that Mom and our soon to be ‘Dad’” Briana made the same gesture “have decided to become a more intimate part of our lives may be a really good thing.” She turned the car onto the street where the Taylor’s home was. “What I am happy about is that our Mom is happier than I have ever seen her, she smiles all the time, she sings, she fucking sings in the kitchen. When was the last time you heard Mom sing? She fucking sings.” Briana said to make her point. “Brud, let’s not fuck this up for her. She is my life and I love her so much and to see her happy like this is making my heart almost burst.” Cary saw a tear trickle down his sister’s cheek. “I know Babe.” He said. “It makes me feel the same way. I just hope it’s for real.”

Briana brushed away the tear, “Oh this guy is for real, all right. He is 23 carat bawt gold real. This is the nicest guy Mom ever met, so we, you and me, need to do everything we can to make this happen,” “Okay Sis,” Cary responded as he leaned over and kissed her on her cheek. ” Now let’s pull our selves together, on the other side of that door is much fucking fun.” she said and they both laughed at her Indian chief impersonation.

As they entered the foyer, they took off their clothes and folded them into the cubbies that lined the foyer wall. Briana noticed that several of the cubbies already contained clothing from people who were already there. Since her first visits as a curious seventh grader the Taylors had become noted for their sex parties and for allowing access to their home for orgies and other forms of sexual perversion. They had just about every thing one could want. Couples having clandestine affairs met there away from prying eyes and traceable hotel receipts. It was kind of a win-win for everybody. The Taylors received benefits, like the lease-free car in the driveway supplied by the dealer who met his secretary there every Wednesday, and the landscaping courtesy of the woman who owned and operated the business and met her Mexican lawn boy there. The Taylors had found ways to make their perversions pay dividends.

As Briana, now naked, went into the front parlor, she ran into a school friend Whitney. Whitney was the class chubby. She was a pretty girl with long blond hair who was always overweight from their elementary school days. She wasn’t grossly overweight, but today’s standards of sleek and slender made her the butt of many jokes. Briana knew that she seldom went to school social functions and never dated boys, so she told her about the Taylor’s home. Since she had told her, Whitney had found self confidence and esteem. At the Taylor’s there was always someone there she could find to have sex with her. She had not found a steady guy yet, but she was getting the sex she craved and now carried herself with more self assurance. “Hi, Sweetie” Briana said as she hugged her friend. Whitney was a year younger than Briana. “Who’s here tonight?” she asked. Briana was startled by the concerned look on Whit’s face. “Bri, I have my Mom with me.” Whit offered. “She has been so stressed lately and I know she hasn’t had sex for years, so I just came out and told her about this place.” “What did she say.?” Briana asked. “How did you even get up the nerve to tell her? I still haven’t told my Mom about this place.” Whitney was obviously agitated and nervous. “She is in there waiting for something to happen. Bri, she is so horny, if somebody doesn’t come ask her to fuck soon she is going to be devastated, I am so worried.” Briana looked at her younger brother. “Hey, Brud, wanna be a hero?” she said. Cary shrugged. “I’ll suck your cock a hundred times.” Whitney pleaded. “I’ll even let you fuck me in the ass, whatever you ask for, pleeeease.” she was desperately looking at Cary. Cary leaned forward and kissed the chubby girl on her succulent lips. “I’ll do it, but not out of pity, I want to make this the best night of her life.” Briana beamed with pride. “Isn’t he the best baby brother in the world?” she said to her friend. “Oh Cary, I love you so much.” Whitney said her new best friend. Cary walked through the door and saw the woman who looked like the future Whitney. The woman and the girl could have easily been mistaken for the other. Their stature, frame and hair color was almost identical. Their bodies were like mirror images. Whitney was thick in the middle and so was her Mom. Both women had large full breasts, and if there was a difference it was there. The mother’s breasts hung lower and were slightly heavier than the daughter’s. Cary walked through the door and said “Hi, are you waiting for someone?” “My daughter should be back soon.” she said. “Oh, who’s your daughter?” Cary played his role. “I’m Charlotte Cummings, Whitney Cummings’ Mom.” she said, “Do you know her?” Cary extended his hand politely offering to shake hers. “Yeah, I sure do, very pretty girl.” he said. “Oh, you know she doesn’t have a boyfriend?” the woman added. “That’s good to hear.” Cary said He noticed that Charlotte’s eyes had not left his erect and throbbing boner. “My you sure have a nice penis.” she said somewhat embarrassed by her statement. “Thanks, would you like to touch it?” Cary asked. Charlotte’s breath caught in her throat, she leaned forward and she took his hard cock into her hand. She stroked it, first gently, then with more ardor and excitement. “That really feels hard.” she said “Have you been fucking someone tonight?” With that Cary pushed her back onto the sofa and said “Only you.” He held her down as he kissed her on the lips, their mouths became a battlefield for their tongues each trying to out perry and thrust the other. Charlotte let out a deep sigh. She was overwhelmed with excitement. Her body quaked as she reached for his young cock. “Please put it in me.” she said pitifully. “I need it so badly.” Cary aligned his cock with her hairy pussy lips. He thrust forward and his cock head slipped out because her pussy was so tight and poorly lubricated. “Wait.” he said and dropped to his knees and buried his head into her bush. Instead of the smell and taste he was expecting he found a sweet fragrance, and an almost taste-free slit. His tongue dove into the crack and forced it open. Charlotte hissed as he ran his hard tongue deeper and deeper into this cavern of delight. He stroked his fingers into the fold forcing it open and loosening the lips that had for so long been celibate. He continued to lick, suck and finger fuck her until she was pumping her hips to a mind blowing orgasm. She screamed with pleasure as she reached the brink. Cary was like a man possessed. He continued to suck and tongue her slit until she was begging him to please fuck her. He came to his feet with a raging hard on which he buried into her now soaking quim with one thrust. Her scream this time was from pain instead of lust. Cary began pumping wildly into her. After the initial shock of the entry she began to feel the expanse of his cock inside her and realized that his cock was perfectly lodged against her g-spot. The pumping was driving her wild. She pumped in response to his movements and soon she was going over the waterfall of yet another hot orgasm. Cary was just getting started. He pumped into her as hard and fast as he had in the beginning. Charlotte was babbling incoherently as she was brought from one orgasm to the next. She had lost all reference to time and events. She was in her own little heaven feeling her pussy being slammed over and over again by a cock one year younger than her daughter. She pumped her hips to get the maximum pressure on her g-spot. She kissed Cary’s face, lips, shoulders and anything else her mouth could reach. She was in the ultimate zone. Her young lover was pumping her with abandon. When Cary neared his cum, he tensed and a low growling scream started in the bottom of his throat and finally erupted with his cock as he spilled his balls into this amazingly hot quasi virgin. They slumped together on the sofa. Charlotte was covering his face with sloppy wet kisses. She squeezed him with her arms and legs as she bundled him up like a prize from the county fair.

“Oh Sweetheart, I think I’m in love.” Charlotte said. “My little girl would sure love to have a boyfriend with a dick like yours.” she continued. Cary blushed with embarrassment. “Well, I have always liked her.” he stammered. “Oh Baby, I wish you could start to date her.” Cary pumped his cock which was regaining its hardness into her now sloshy pussy. She moaned as she felt her pussy tighten around his ample boner. “Do you want more?” she breathed with excitement. Cary answered by slam fucking her to several more hard orgasms as he reached his own second ball draining climax. They fell apart and Cary still breathing hard looked at his partner. She was what he would describe as a BBW, big beautiful woman. She was softly sculpted with wide hips with a soft belly that cushioned his thrusts. Her breasts were full pendulous globes that were crowned with swollen aureoles capped with hard nips that resembled pink gumdrops. Her complexion was fair, maybe even pale. Her hair was flaxen like her daughter’s, her pubic hair was black and thick. It was uncanny how similar she was to her daughter. Except for her breasts, she was a clone. Cary lay trying to regain his composure when Charlotte rolled him over and took his cock into her mouth. Cary started to protest, but her mouth was so wet and warm he lay back and allowed her to suck him hard again. She continued to suck him slowly and lovingly. This was her way of saying that she was in love with him. She wanted him to know that she was completely enamored with him, and with his cock. She wanted him to know that she would do any thing to make him love her. She sucked his cock not just for his pleasure but for hers. She was loving the feeling of this young man’s diamond hard dick. Cary was enjoying the attention he was receiving from this woman. He was reassessing his first opinion of her and her daughter. Earlier he had thought that they were sort of sad, but now he was thinking that he had never had a woman give so much of herself to make sure that he was happy and satisfied. He caressed the back of her bobbing head. She responded by sucking his cock hard causing him to jerk as she bit lightly on his shaft. He was beginning to fall in love.

Briana walked into the bedroom on the second floor. There she found two lesbians who were showing first timer Whitney girl sex. Whitney generally found older men who loved her soft curves and youthful body. They would spend a lot of time sucking her soft pussy. She sometimes rode them like a cowgirl, but preferred getting fucked doggy style. When younger guys fucked her they would just jump on and shoot their wad and move on to the next girl. She sort of hated young guys. These girls met her in the lounge and began kissing her all over. She liked the attention. Her nipples were hard almost instantly. The first girl, Anna, put three fingers into her very wet pussy, while the second girl, Rachel, tongue kissed her. They overwhelmed her with a full on frontal attack. She was soon on her back and at the mercy of their hot mouths and probing tongues. She was in ecstasy. She had cum twice and was well on her way to her third. Briana watched, fascinated with the precision and accuracy of the assault. These two women knew exactly which buttons to push to get exactly the reaction they wanted. When they finished, they both locked Whitney between their bodies and ground their sex into her. Whitney responded by moaning loudly. “Eat me bitch.” Anna growled to her new conquest, and Whitney lowered her head and began to eat her first pussy. She duplicated the attention that she had received from the women just minutes before, her tongue dipping deeply into Anna’s quim as she fingered her ass. Anna emitted a silent scream as she reached her orgasm primed by the probing fingers of Rachel while she sucked Whitney’s cunt. Rachel brought herself off with her fingers in her pussy and the three of them fell exhausted onto their backs. Briana swooped in and grabbed Whitney by the hand. “Come with me” she instructed as Whitney came to her feet and Briana stole her away from the two surprised lesbians.

They ran down the hall to the next bedroom where Babe and Beau Taylor sat naked in recliners reading porn magazines. “Hey, Briana, Whitney, nice to see you. Boy Whitney, you look like you have been having a pretty good time.” Babe said to the girls as they closed the door behind them. “Rescuing her from the dykes.” Briana whispered with her finger to her lips. “Oh.” Babe said as she laughed and returned to reading her magazine. “Don’t worry, they have plenty of fresh meat to choose from in the lounge. They have been here all day, and they have an insatiable appetite for very young pussy. I’m surprised that they aren’t after you Bri.” Briana led Whitney down the back stairs away from the normal flow and back to where her mother and Cary were.

As they entered the room Cary was under Charlotte as she lay on top of him fucking his veritable brains out. Cary was completely in her control. He would have done anything at this point for his new lover. She was kissing him passionately as she reached yet another climax. Cary followed shortly with one of his own. The sheer number of orgasms that they had reached was epic even for a fourteen year old and a woman who had not had sex in over five years. Charlotte slumped onto Cary’s spent body. They had had an amazing night of sex.

Briana and Whitney watched as they untangled their bodies. “Whitney baby, I think I’ve found you a new boyfriend.” Briana looked at Cary to catch his reaction which surprised her. He reached over and kissed Charlotte on the lips. “Whitney, if it’s okay with you, I’d like to start seeing you.” He said. Whitney was gobsmacked. She wasn’t sure if he was being serious or if he was just saying this to placate her mother and keep her from dominating him again. “Are you sure?” she said as if questioning his sanity. “Oh yeah, I’m sure.” he said adding “I think you and I need to become boyfriend and girlfriend.” Charlotte was beaming. Her large breasts were swelling with pride at this point. “But, you haven’t even kissed me, or anything.” Whitney protested. With that Cary walked across the room and took Whitney into his arms. He kissed her as deeply as he had ever kissed anyone in his life. “I’ll be over tomorrow after school, and I am going to fuck you so hard that you will never want any other boy, ever.” and with that Whitney squealed and kissed him back.

On the drive home they were unusually quiet. “That must have been some fuck.” Briana broke the silence. Cary did not respond immediately. He sat and pondered the events of the night. “It was.” he finally broke his silence. He sighed deeply. “In the past week, I have been fucked by two women who were completely consumed with bringing me pleasure. My mother and Charlotte. They both had nothing but my satisfaction on their minds. Charlotte is a wonderful lover. Her pussy is as soft and wet and tight as yours, or Mom’s. Her tongue is amazing. I swear it felt like her tongue went down so far down my throat that it came out my ass to spank me.” Briana burst out in laughter at the mental picture that statement provoked. “Well, I guess.” Briana laughed out loud. “Brud, don’t hurt that girl.” she admonished her brother “She has been through a lot.” “Sis, believe me, I am convinced that Whitney will be just like her Mom. And if she is, I want her to be my girl.” Briana leaned over and kissed her brother on his cheek. “Don’t fuck this up, okay?” she said “Okay.” Cary assured her.

When they got home the moaning from their mother’s bedroom let them know that nothing had changed there. They stripped off their clothes for the second time and held hands as they went to Briana’s bedroom to have soft sex before sleeping.

After school the next day, Cary joined Whitney to wait for her mother to pick them up. As the silver SUV rounded the corner Whitney jumped to her feet as she grabbed Cary’s hand and led him to the curb. The back door sprang open and they piled into the back seat. “Hello, my darlings.” Charlotte gushed. “Did you have a nice day.” Whitney squirmed to get closer to Cary. She grabbed the bulge in his pants. “My pussy has been so wet all day I had trouble staying in my seat.” Whitney said. Charlotte boomed a laugh at her daughter’s humor. “I’m sure Cary is eager to fix that, aren’t you baby.” she directed her question to the boy with the rock hard cock in the back seat. “Oh man,” he said “My cock has been aching.” With that, Whitney kissed him hard on his mouth. Her tongue dove into his throat as if she were trying to steal his bubble gum.

Charlotte watched the two make out in her rear view mirror, her own pussy getting very wet. She drove as quickly as the speed limit would allow. As she pulled into the drive the two in the back seat were already too far to throw the door open. Whitney had Cary’s cock in her hand pumping it furiously as he had three fingers deep inside her pussy. Whitney had apparently removed her panties sometime before leaving school and she offered her hot wet cunt to Cary as soon as they got into the car. She had ripped his zipper down and jerked his cock out. She stroked him lovingly as they made out. Charlotte watched as her precious daughter took her boyfriend’s cock into her mouth and sucked him to a very hard climax. Whitney came herself as Cary finger fucked her hard as she sucked his cock. As they panted in the backseat, Charlotte told them to give her a minute. She opened the garage door and pulled in, she dropped the door and told them to get naked and get up to the bedroom. They giggled loudly and ripped each others clothes off. They romped naked through the house following Charlotte up the stairs and into her bedroom. They stopped short when they entered. The room had been changed over from Charlotte’s room into Whitney’s room. The king sized bed looked enormous. All of Whitney’s stuffed animals and high school memorabilia had been moved into this room. She had the “big” bathroom, her window overlooked the backyard, she was completely blown away. “Mom,” she said incredulously “I can’t believe it.” Charlotte came over and hugged her baby. “I want you to have a comfortable place to fall in love, baby.” Whitney grabbed Cary by his hand. “What do you think,Sweetie?” she said Cary didn’t care where he was going to fuck her, he just wanted to fuck her, now, without waiting anymore. He pushed her back onto the bed and climbed on. He aligned himself between her spread legs and soon his cock slipped into the velvety soft folds of her magnificently wet, hot, tight pussy. His breath caught in his throat as he slid his cock into a slow rhythm of ecstasy. Whitney fell into the same cadence as her hips rose to meet her lovers with every stroke. Charlotte sat across the room and watched her babies make love. Her fingers stroked her own clit as she brought herself to a slow and very satisfying climax.

The two love birds continued to kiss and swoon over each other. Whitney felt the familiar tingle beginning in her stomach, she increased her stroke to hasten her cumming. “Oh. Baby, Whitney’s getting ready to cum.” she said to her patient and persistent lover, Cary methodically maintained his stroke even though his lover was trying to rush him. He stroked ever so slowly causing his lover to become wild with lust. Everytime she pumped faster, Cary would kiss her neck and breathe quietly “Slow down Baby, slow down, you’ll be so happy you did.” Whitney would grunt disapproval and follow his instructions. His own pace increased slightly as he began his assent into paradise. His cock was increasing in size as he stroked into her deliciously hot pussy. She began to whimper as she now was completely under his spell. Her hips rose and fell meeting his exact rhythm and tempo. Soon Cary was pumping at the rate that made Whitney grunt loudly as she experienced a series of small, short, mind blowing orgasms, one right after the other. His cock head began to get larger with every stroke. Whitney felt his enlarged cock swelling inside of her as he was nearing his climax. She finally threw her head back and screamed as she reached the most intense orgasm she had ever felt. Her insides convulsed sending lightning bolts of sensations throughout her entire body. Her toes curled as she emitted a silent scream and felt her body virtually explode and then melt back together in ecstasy. She was breathing so hard that she was afraid that she would hyperventilate. Her back arched to thrust her cunt straight up to swallow her lover’s engorged cock. Cary shot his load, a steady stream of hot jism that shot directly into his lovers cunt. They both fucked violently for several minutes getting every last drop of passion out of their bodies before they collapsed into each other’s arms.

“Oh, my darlings, my precious loves.” Charlotte said breathlessly “That was so hot. That was beauty, that was perfection, that was the most incredible fucking I have ever seen.” The kids chuckled at her comments. “It was pretty fucking amazing for us too Mom.” Whitney said. She reached up and kissed Cary passionately on the mouth. “Was I as good as Mom? she asked putting him on the spot. “Infinitely better.” He answered. Charlotte smiled and said “Good answer, sweetie, good answer.”

“I baked you all cookies.” Charlotte said as if they had just come from the spelling bee. Cary rolled over onto his back, his young cock sticking straight up toward the ceiling. “Look, Mama,” Whitney said “Isn’t that the prettiest cock you’ve ever seen?” Charlotte nodded approvingly as she walked out of the room toward the kitchen. Whitney took Cary’s cock into her mouth and slowly made oral love to her new boyfriend. She sucked and licked his swollen menber with such tenderness that he nearly fell asleep while she pleasured him. “This is what it’s supposed to be like” he thought to himself. Whitney continued to love on his cock until he slipped into a deep naplike sleep.
When she returned with the cookies Charlotte found her two babies sleeping in each other’s arms. She kissed her daughter’s ample ass and stroked Cary’s withering cock. She pulled a light cover over the pair and left the cookies and went into the living room.

She picked up the phone andd called Cary’s mother. “Brenda,? Charlotte here.” the conversation began. They talked about anything and everything for several minutes. The conversation finally turned to the kids. Charlotte told Brenda that Cary and Whitney were now a couple. Brenda gave her blessing. She said that Briana had filled her in about last night, and that she was totally okay with them dating. She then added, “I understand that my son and you had sex last night.” Charlotte was surprised, but she knew there was no reason to lie about it. “Yes, we did,” she said “I found him to be a very mature and attentive lover.” she continued waiting for Brenda to object or say something negative, but to her surprise Brenda offered, “I know he is, and I am so happy that you decided to get he and Whitney together. I have always loved Whit, she is such a pretty girl, and I think Cary will be happy in that relationship.” Her tone was very friendly. Charlotte thought back to last night and the wonderful sex she had had with Brenda’s baby boy. “I’m glad that you are not upset that we made love.” she told Brenda. Brenda laughed sweetly, and said, “From what Bri has told me you fucked his brains out.” Charlotte shot back, “We fucked each other’s brains out.” then she added, “Listen, Whit and Cary are asleep upstairs, is it okay if he spends the night? I’ll bring him by in the morning to change clothes for school after we all shower together.” Brenda said “Sure, but if I showered with two hot teenagers in the morning, I’d fucking skip trying to get to school.” the two women laughed together and exchanged other pleasantries before hanging up. Brenda sat and pondered the phone conversation and thought about the shower scene tomorrow morning. Her pussy tingled between her legs. “Briana,” she called to her daughter. “Come tell me all about the Taylors.”

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This short story incorporates a few different fetishes. I appreciate constructive criticism, but please nothing caustic or acerbic. I hope you enjoy 🙂

Kathleen and Violet sat across from one another at the kitchen table, both eating salads for lunch. Neither girl could keep her eyes off of the other, only looking away to make sure their forks made it into their mouths. The slightest of smiles tugged at the corners of Kathleen’s lips, and Violet’s eyes were hooded ever so slightly, both expressions ghosts of orgasms not an hour before.
After their experimental sex earlier, which was a complete success, both girls decided to shower at the same time, using the time to explore their bodies, as well as clean. When their bodies connected in such a passionate way, certain walls that stood high between the sisters collapsed, and both were caught up in how obsessed with the other they were. Now, they knew each other’s physical selves much better, Kathleen’s years-long suppressed obsession finally liberated, and Violet breaking new ground by discovering how sensuous it could feel to run her hands over another woman’s body.
After the shower, Kathleen had rode her bike up to Hadley, a town only a mile up the road, to visit the pharmacy. There she bought a Plan B, and another two identical packages, for despite the weirdness of the situation, she was not about to be impregnated by her sister.
For the thousandth time that afternoon, Kath caught her sister’s eye and held it, the two different shades of green creating an almost palatable connection between the few feet that separated them. They relationship had changed, and both siblings knew it was for the better.
Finishing her salad, Kathleen got up and placed the bowl in the sink, followed soon after by her sister.
“So, how about we take a look at that weird book?”
Violet agreed with her sister, and led the way into the spacious library. Kathleen dropped her eyes to her sister’s skirt-clad ass, enjoying every moment of not having to sneak looks here and there. Violet stopped and turned when she didn’t hear Kathleen following her, and grinned mischievously when she saw where Kath’s gaze pointed to.
“You really like my ass, don’t you sis?”
Kathleen cleared her throat, and nodded, stepping up to Violet, and sneaking her hands around behind her to grab a double handful of butt cheek. Violet squealed and pressed up against her slightly taller sister, her slightly hard cock pressing against Kath’s pussy through a few layers of fabric. They exchanged a kiss before Violet pulled away.
“We really ought to check out that book. There’s always time for this later.”
Slightly disappointed, Kathleen agreed, letting go of her sister’s ass. They opened the door at the end of the hall to find diffuse light filling the room from the cloudy sky outside.
The heavy old book was still there, lying open to a blank page, with the strange symbol blackening the carpet beneath the end table. The girls glanced at each other in uncertainty.
Kathleen shut the book, exposing the cover, which has the same symbol as what was on the carpet. It was a weird curvy ‘O’ with a pair of slashes through the center, with two dots above and below it.
“What do you think it means?” Vi asked her sister.
Kathleen shook her head, for she had no idea whatsoever. She turned the cover open and flipped through the blank pages at the beginning until she found an introductory page. There only a couple lines on the page, so Kath read them aloud.
“Within these pages, taken from trees overlooking His Valley, lies a strength unbound to this plane. Beware, novice or ignoramus who touches these pages, for you can be destroyed by them. Many acts may be pulled from this conduit, attempt only if you have prepared.”
Violet’s brow furrowed after her sister had finished reading the words. It was familiar to her, somehow. Suddenly she snapped her fingers as the memory came to her.
“Is this the Necronomicon??”
Kathleen looked up at her sister, “I got the same feeling, but the Necronomicon is bound differently and has a disclaimer as to its veracity. Not to mention Lovecraft’s name is on it. This is something different.”
She turned a couple more pages. There were more pages with only a couple paragraphs of illegible script; it seemed as though that is all the book held. Kath asked her sister where she had found the book.
Violet pointed up the ladder to the top shelf, where the corners of the half-dozen other ancient texts could barely be seen. She moved to climb up to retrieve another of the mysterious collection, wondering what could possibly be in one ancient, leather-bound book, much less five of them. As Vi carefully ascended the ladder, Kathleen turned another page to two until her eye caught a word she recognized. Frowning in confusion, she leaned over the book and moved her lips as she pronounced the word under her breath.
“Womb?”
Violet was at the top of the ladder, her hand reaching for the binding of another tome. As her fingers grazed the edge, she heard her sister whisper something. She turned around, looking down at her sister’s bright red hair. As she watched, Kathleen backed away from the book on the table, pressing against the wall behind her in terror. Violet’s mouth dropped open as she saw the black ink flow over the pages, over the edge of the table, and splash down onto the carpet right beside the dried markings from last night. She scurried back down the ladder and turned around to see a different symbol drawn in the carpet, still gleaming and wet. Before she could examine it further, Kathleen gasped, and she put her hands to her midsection.
Kathleen locked eyes with her sister, seeing the fear in her grey-green eyes and knowing it was reflected in her own. Her hands felt her guts move underneath the smooth skin of her lower abdomen, but there was a strange lack of pain. She tore her shirt off, exposing her bra-clad breasts, and watched as the skin around her belly button rippled from movements beneath. Entranced by the alien things happening to her, she felt Violet by her side, her arm around her shoulders.
“This is exactly what happened to me.” Kathleen heard her sister say.
One final movement and her guts settled down, although her midsection looked the same as it always had. Although if Violet was right…
Kathleen sat down on the floor, fighting to get her shorts unbuttoned. Peeling them down her legs and throwing them away, Kath felt herself, searching gently with her fingers to try and find anything different about her vagina and all exterior contours. She couldn’t feel anything out of the ordinary, but then her guts started moving again, causing her to gasp again. It was nowhere near the skin; all the movement was concentrated within her lower abdomen, right where she figured her uterus was located.
Kathleen leaned back against the wall and squeezed her sister’s hand. Their eyes met again, Violet’s filled with concern. The movements slowed down and finally ceased, although no fat cock extended from Kathleen’s crotch. They both looked at her exposed pussy lips in uncertainty, but even after a minute of expectative waiting, nothing else happened.
Helping her to her feet, Violet went over and retrieved her sister’s shorts and shirt. As her sister re-dressed in a daze, Vi glanced over at the book, and at the pair of symbols on the carpet. The page that Kath had opened the book to was completely empty, although Kath had read a word off of the page.
Violet turned back to her sister, who was doing up the buttons on her jean shorts.
“Are you okay?”
Kathleen nodded, her eyes still wide from terror at the unexplainable experience. After she got her shirt back on, she ran her hands over herself again, but still couldn’t feel a thing out of the ordinary.
“What word did you see on the page?”
Kathleen looked up at her sister’s question, “It was ‘womb’.”
Neither sibling had any answers for the other. They both decided to put the book back where it came from, but no matter what cleaning supplies they used, nothing would take the ink out of the fibers of the carpet, so they left the symbols lie.
They closed the doors to the library, and decided to try and distract themselves from what they had just experienced. So, they went upstairs to Violet’s room and plugged in a game that let both girls play at once. Kathleen’s recent ordeal soon left the front of her mind as she got into the game, which was fast-paced and interesting.
After about an hour and a half of video gaming, Kathleen saw that it was later than she realized, and that she should probably get a few things done around the house; stuff that her parents usually did. She set down the controller and stretched, letting out a cute little groan. Violet smirked at her sister, taking in the bold color of her hair, the taut skin under her t-shirt and jeans, the two bulges of breasts that had somehow become strangely alluring recently.
Kath caught her sister staring, a nice juxtaposition, and smiled.
“I’m gonna go do some dishes, Vi. Can you feed and water the birds?”
They agreed on their chores. Before she got up, Kathleen reached over and grasped the shape of Violet’s dick for a moment, marveling at the size of it. Then she left, her vag slightly moist, and Violet left with half of a hard-on and a clouded mind. She shook her head, and shut down her console, adjusting her still new member so it would lie more comfortably.
Stopping in her doorway, she heard water running in the kitchen sink downstairs, and wondered again at how her sister had changed, at least in Violet’s eyes, ever since their parents left for vacation yesterday. Before, Kathleen had been just her sister, now they we that plus lovers and best friends, with the thing that brought them closer hanging from between Violet’s legs.
Reaching under her skirt for the length of meat that still hadn’t softened from earlier, Vi stroked it until it was at full attention, her skirt completely useless at that point. She took the corner of her lip in between her teeth, getting an idea through the haze of breeding need flowing through her. She noticed the state she was in, wondering for a moment if it was because she had testicles that she was feeling so horny. Regardless, it was time to get a quickie before the chores were completed.
Her oversized penis pointing the way, Violet went downstairs and hung a left into the kitchen, where Kathleen was at the sink facing away from the doorway. Violet snuck up behind her and wrapped her arms around Kath’s midsection, causing her to start. Before she could say anything, Vi’s hands wandered up to clasp both of Kathleen’s boobs, while her teeth nibbled at an earlobe.
“You know,” Violet said in a breathy voice, “I should really make sure that everything is alright in there. I’ve got the perfect tool to do it, too…”
Licking her lips, Kath used her ass to rub up and down against Violet’s cock, which was already hard as a rock. She was right, too; it was the perfect too for the job.
Kathleen sighed and closed her eyes, enjoying every moment. She felt one hand leave her breast and move down to unfasten her shorts, causing them to drop to the linoleum. She immediately felt the hot tip of a penis against her bare ass-cheek, throbbing with the rhythm of Violet’s heart. So, she didn’t disappoint.
Bending over and arching her back, Kath glanced behind her shoulder with hooded eyes and quicker breaths, seeing her move towards her damp entrance. She felt the head of the cock penetrate her slowly; feeling every vein in the pulsing member as it pushed its way into her vagina. Violet sighed the entire time she pushed into her sister, but stopped at about halfway before she had a chance to bottom out. No need to make Kathleen uncomfortable.
They settled into a rhythm, Kath supporting herself on the sink, while Violet used the ass in front of her as a pair of handholds as she thrust clumsily into her sister’s pussy, which was now leaving streaks of cum on the length. Kath was groaning with every movement, feeling warmth fill her abdomen as the muscles worked. After a couple minutes of enjoying the ride, Kath decided to get a little crazy. She pulled almost all the way off of Vi’s dick, feeling the head sitting just inside her entrance, and then she rocked back, intending to get as much inside her as possible.
To the surprised of both girls, Violet’s member didn’t bottom out after six or seven inches like what happened earlier that day, but thanks to Kathleen’s thrust, every single inch of cock disappeared up inside of her until Kathleen’s ass came up hard against Violet’s stomach. They both lost balance, falling against the island in the middle of the kitchen; Kathleen shocked to feel the pulsing head of Violet’s unnaturally long cock just below her sternum, in a place where it shouldn’t be. There was no pain, it merely felt as though her vagina was more than twice as lengthy, able to accommodate the monster that was completely filling her up.
Violet was stunned to see her cock disappear into her sister completely, ramming it securely into her body cavity as Vi’s back caught up against the island. They both stood there, joined by the genitals, panting in mutual disbelief.
“Kath, did I hurt you?” Violet asked, although she had heard no cries of pain.
“No, it’s incredibly hot.” She turned enough to look Violet in the eye, “This is what the book must have done; changed my insides so that I could take your cock!”
Violet flexed her member inside her sister, causing Kath to gasp and squeak. “Apparently so. You’re sure you’re alright?”
Kathleen nodded, and stepped forward, allowing the cock to slide out of her with a wet squelching noise. She hopped up on the counter, which turned out to be the perfect height for Violet to fuck her. They locked eyes with equal intent. Violet stepped closer, and plunged into Kathleen her entire length, causing her to squeeze her eyes shut and groan tremulously.
They fucked hard for five whole minutes, Violet utilizing her entire length to give Kathleen two incredible orgasms that left her shaking and screaming on the counter. After the second orgasm that her sister panted her way through, Violet couldn’t take it anymore. She yanked her cock out of her sister’s snatch, pulled her onto the linoleum floor, and grunted as Kathleen leaned forward and took the head of her cock in her mouth, allowing every drop of semen to flow down her throat.
Violet let out the breath she had held during her orgasm, and watched as Kath milked the last of the cum out of her cock with a hunger.
They both stumbled into the sitting room and collapsed into chairs, panting and sighing after their mutual release. All they could do was stare at one another as Violet’s cock shrank back to its flaccid state and Kathleen’s newly lengthened vagina collapsed back to ‘normal’ after being stretched to such extremes.
Finally Kath found enough will to speak.
“Sis, I don’t know what was written in those books, but they made some amazing things happen. I’m really enjoying this.”
Violet nodded in agreement, for despite the shock of the experience that both girls had, the outcome was extremely hot and entertaining. It was going to be an interesting week.
Kath pushed herself up so that she was sitting forward in the chair. “Vi, when I went uptown to get that Plan B, I also got birth control. I started taking it, so in a week, maybe less, you can cum inside me again. It was so incredibly hot that it needs to happen again.”
Violet agreed, getting to her feet shakily. “Oh, it’s totally going to happen again.”
They both grinned at each other. Violet gently took Kath by the elbows and helped her to her feet. There they exchanged a passionate kiss, exploring each other’s mouths to the best of their ability, their hands roaming their bodies. When they came apart, it was with reluctance, and they were almost ready to go at each other again.
They both left the room, going off to complete their respective chores.

The clock on Violet’s bedside read 3:49 a.m.
She was sleeping on her back, snoring lightly, with one arm stretched above her head. The curtains at her open window bristled and wafted; thunder sounded in the distance.
The room was very dark, as the cloud cover allowed no light from the moon inside. In the darkness, Violet’s door swung open soundlessly, allowing entrance to a single lithe figure that paced deliberately over to the side of Violet’s bed. There the figure stood, staring down at the girl.
Violet stopped snoring, and opened her eyes, but showed no expression or surprise at the figure standing at her side. Her eyes were seemingly sightless, focusing on nothing and no one. As if in a daze, she moved the covers off of her body, and began to slowly stroke her cock, which began to harden immediately. The slender figure beside Violet’s bed moved a hand into her crotch and moved it in circles, soon creating a wet sound that was unmistakable.
Lightning lit up the room for a split second, revealing Kathleen’s face vacant of all emotion as she climbed onto Violet’s bed. Both girls made no sound and said no words as Violet held her fully hard dick in a vertical position, and Kathleen slid onto it, taking the entire length into her body cavity. Thunder crashed, closer than before, but neither girl made a sound; Kathleen simply sat on top of her sister, the monster penis fully imbedded within her.
If Violet were in a state where she could process her senses, she would have felt Kathleen’s vaginal muscles flexing hard, and separately. With Vi’s cock sunk deep, the flexing began at the entrance of Kathleen’s pussy, at the base of Violet’s dick, and progressively moved deeper until the muscles clasped the head of her cock, and then it would begin again. Neither girl moved or spoke, as though they weren’t in control of their actions.
This happened about a dozen times before Violet’s breathing began to deepen and quicken, followed a few seconds later by an unconscious thrusting of her hips as Kathleen’s rhythmic vaginal pulses caused Violet to ejaculate deep within Kath’s body.
With one coordinated movement, the girls held each other and reversed positions so that Kathleen was laying back on the bed and Violet was in between her legs. During this action, Violet’s cock remained deep inside of Kathleen. Violet bent over her sister, neither one of them seeing the other, and thrust hard, the head of her cock barely caressing the bottom of Kath’s vagina. Three more times she thrusted, depositing every drop possible into Kathleen, and at the same time pushing the semen as far in as possible, so that it would pool at Kathleen’s cervix and eventually drip into her uterus.
Violet mechanically pulled out of Kathleen with a sucking noise; not a single drop of cum flowed from the opening. Vi stood up beside the bed, and left Kathleen in her room, closing the door behind her. Going into her sister’s room, Violet crawled into the bed and promptly closed her dull eyes, her cock still slick with Kathleen’s juices.
Lightning flashed far away, answered by a low peal of thunder, as the digital clock on Kathleen’s bedside table illuminated Violet’s sleeping face. It read 3:58.

Author’s note: This storyline has developed far beyond what I had initially planned. Any suggestions for what you want to happen to Kathleen and Violet Casey next will be accepted and considered. Thank you and I hope you enjoyed this third installment!

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