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They say there is a line where truth and fantasy crosses, and this story sparked from a true story (The Julie Journals – When the planets align) and is a pure ‘I wonder if’. The characters are the same and it is a ‘continuation’ and a couple of the incidents may have been drawn from real life but this DOES NOT form part of the Julie Journals and is no way true (well at least I don’t think so.)

I sat in the kitchen working at my laptop, completely engrossed in my work, when I heard my husband JJ enter the room.

“Will that bloody dog never shut up?” he said angrily, nodding toward the house next door.

I glanced up and saw him standing in the doorway, clad only in the plush, white towel wrapped around his waist. His dark curly hair was still damp from his shower and he stood there with a frown on his face that actually made him look cute to me.

“Awww baby,” I pouted, putting on my best bimbo voice and expression, “does that mean we can’t get a doggy woggy?” While outwardly I was being playful, inside my tummy was churning, as I knew that those plaintive howling sounds were from Hector, our next-door neighbour’s Great Dane, who had spent a whole week fucking my brains out last month. I looked round the kitchen and shivered with pleasure as I recalled how he had taken me hard on the kitchen floor not far from where I was currently sitting. I could feel myself flush I as I remembered orgasming on his cock as he pounded me relentlessly. JJ knew my lust indicators, but thankfully he could not read my mind, as he assumed my amorous feelings were due to him. He casually dropped his towel, allowing his semi-hard cock to spring free, and smiled at me as he flexed his muscles making it twitch like it was waving to me.

Switching to a Mae West voice, I drawled, “is that a gun in your pocket or are you just pleased to see me?”

JJ smiled in a way that melted the hearts, and no doubt opened the legs of the many women that had come before, and had the same effect on me. It was a smile that made his eyes twinkle with a promise of devilment, excitement and pure fun, all wrapped up in a bundle of lust. He stepped next to me and without thinking I just opened my mouth and started to suck deeply on his cock, bringing it to its full, glorious hardness. With one hand working his foreskin back and forward over his throbbing member I moved my head faster, sucking him deeper. Once JJ gets an idea into his head there is little in this world that will deter him so I knew I was about to get fucked, the only question was where.

JJ was about to provide that answer as he went to swipe the table clear so he could bend me over it as we had done many times before, but I broke from my sucking and squealed, “MY LAPTOP!” Luckily he stopped himself before sending the computer flying and pulling me to my feet he laughed in his devilish way and spoke with his faint Irish brogue, “then it’s on the floor with you wench where I will ravish you.”

Pulling my sundress over my head and unclasping my bra, I stood naked before him, as I rarely wear panties at home, allowing him to feast on my body. I saw his cock twitch with lust and I turned and got on all fours as he knelt behind me. Taking his cock in one hand and placing his other hand on my pussy, he said in a heavily lust laden voice, “you are a very wet girl, aren’t you?” before curling a finger into my pussy.

I let out a long moan when I realized I was kneeling in the same spot as where Hector entered me last month. While JJ was happily under the impression that his naked body and thick cock were the source of my excitement, the truth of the matter was that I was recalling the feeling of fucking the neighbour’s dog, a sensation I hadn’t experienced for over 20 years. I felt JJ’s thick cock push into my willing body and trying to get all thoughts of dog cock from my head I rocked back against him. As I felt his strong hands grip my hips, and his hairy balls on my ass, I knew that it was pointless to try and forget how Hector felt inside me, so I gave into the sordid thoughts that were running through my brain as I fucked myself back on my husband’s cock.

Within minutes I was climaxing on JJ’s cock screaming out words of filth that often accompanied my more lusty fucks, and JJ responded in kind driving himself harder and faster into my open pussy. I felt him grunt and slam out of control filling me with his cum, before slowing and eventually stopping. He leaded over and panted into my ear, “WOW! You were pretty worked up, weren’t you?”

Deciding that discretion was still the better part of valour, I replied throatily, “You turn me on so much, baby.”

A few hours later, after both of us showered to wash away the earlier impromptu sex session, I was towelling my hair dry as JJ sat on the bed watching me. I knew that he loved to watch me naked as I dried my hair, as he often told me he got as much of a kick from watching me dress, as he did watching me strip.

“What time do you recon you will be back?” I asked him, my tits jiggling as I vigorously rubbed the towel on my scalp.

“Not sure,” JJ replied, as he shrugged on a soft leather bomber jacket, “but should be before pumpkin time”

I knew ‘pumpkin time’ meant midnight, so I laughed as said, “You’d better bring an extra shoe then, Cinderella, because you’re always late coming back from pub on darts night.” I leaned forward and ‘dropped’ myself into my bra, the term JJ coined for my action of putting the shoulder straps on then leaning forward to pull it over my boobs before fastening it, and said “I’ll go have a word with Lucy about her dog Harry, or what ever it’s called, “then stepped into matching black panties. I wiggled my ass at him with a smile, before pulling on a pair of harem pants and a light camisole top. Sliding my feet into a pair of open toed flat sandals, I pecked him on the nose, and then giggled as he slapped my ass playfully on his way out of the door.

I strolled down our garden to the gap in the hedge where I could cross into Lucy & Richard’s garden, a gap that evidently had been there for years as previous occupants of both houses were great friends. ‘Probably wife swappers,’ I thought to myself with a giggle, trying to work out a plan to lure Hector away from Lucy for a few days so I could enjoy his wonderful cock again.

As I approached their back door, I could hear noises coming from round the corner on their patio. I stepped around the corner of the house, and was about announce my arrival, when I stopped dead in my tracks. There was my lovely, innocent, petite, redheaded neighbour on all fours getting thoroughly fucked by Hector. I was behind them, so neither noticed me, but I had a clear view of Hector’s large red cock slamming in and out of Lucy’s pink pussy, making her moan and pant with pleasure. I quickly opened my camera phone and clicked record, and captured Hector’s heavy balls swinging as his knot was about to vanish into Lucy.

“Oh yes! Fuck me Hector!” Lucy panted and moaned, and Hector duly obliged by driving his knot into his willing bitch who pushed back eagerly to meet his thrusts.

Still recording with one hand, my other slipped into my panties, and I started to rub myself as I watched the erotic scene before me. Though Lucy’s face couldn’t be seen, it was quiet clear that it was her under Hector, as her red hair thrashed about and her cries of orgasm were very clear.

Lucy dropped her head to her arms and moaned incomprehensibly, as Hector’s knot throbbed and pulsed inside her. I stepped back around the corner of the house and reluctantly pulled my hand from my panties deciding I could diddle properly when I got home. It was at that moment that Hector’s knot had subsided enough to pull out of Lucy with an audible plop, and she groaned as their combined cum splashed from her pussy onto the patio.

An hour later, after watching the video a dozen times at home and getting off about the same number of times, I picked up the phone and dialled Lucy’s number.

“Hey Lucy, its Julie, can we have a chat about Hector, I meant to mention something to you when I looked after him last month, but it slipped my mind.”

“Pop round now if you want,” Lucy replied, “Have been doing nothing all day apart from sunbathing.”

Crossing back through the gap in the hedge that separated our houses, I rang Lucy’s doorbell and she smiled and hugged me, as I stepped into her hall way, “Wow you look absolutely radiant,” I said emphatically, “did Richard pop home for a quickie at lunch time?”

Lucy didn’t blush or bat an eyelid and simply smiled back and said, “must be that all this nice weather that is making me feel good.”

We walked out onto the very same patio where I had caught her and Hector fucking a few hours earlier and I couldn’t help but scan for any signs of wetness. Hector spotted me and came straight over to lick my hand, and then pushed his nose into my crotch and sniffed deeply.

“Oh my I am so sorry,” Lucy stammered as she pulled him away, “he gets like this some times.”

“Well that’s exactly what I wanted to talk to you about,” I said smiling as I sat on the patio chair, “he did seem very excitable at times when he was with me last month, like he was expecting something, but I wasn’t sure what.”

“Yes,” said Lucy, “ever since we got back from holiday, when you were so kind to sit for him, he has been very… excitable.” I stared intently at Lucy who looked down before she said in a quiet voice, “and very friendly.”

“You mean like this?” I said as I placed the camera phone down and pressed play and the sounds of Lucy and Hector fucking filled the air, while Lucy watched open-mouthed.

“Please Julie,” Lucy said with almost tears in her eyes, “promise me nobody else will see this. It all started a few weeks ago. At first I thought Hector was just pleased to see me, as we had been away so long, but then it happened.”

I raised an eyebrow and queried, “what happened?” fully aware of what, but deeply curious as to how.

“I was loading the washing machine in the kitchen when Hector jumped on my back. You know how powerful he is, well, he knocked me on the floor, and I couldn’t get up, then he started to move.”

“Move?” I asked, still playing dumb, “what do you mean by move?”

Lucy blushed before she went on, “His hips… as his cock started to appear… and when I tried to push him away… I felt it… and it was so big and …” Lucy’s voice trailed off, still looking at the floor.

“You couldn’t resist pulling your knickers to one side and letting him fuck you, could you?” I said, watching Lucy for a reaction.

“No,” Lucy admitted, “and since then I can’t resist him. As soon as Richard leaves for work in the morning, Hector is on me, and I let him take me wherever I am.”

“Like here on the patio?” I said smiling at her.

I turned and whistled softly and Hector came to my side, bounding over from where he had been sitting after being admonished earlier. His cock was already starting to show as he could smell both his bitches, and was hoping that he would get to breed one or both of them soon. Turning back to Lucy I smiled deeply at her as I said, “Well I think I might have to take the blame for all this Lucy, you see it was me, I think that I got him started on fucking.” Lucy stared at me as I went on, “so looks like we both have a secret to keep, so if you don’t mind.”

With that I stood and stripped quickly as Lucy watched stunned into silence, but I could see the lust in her eyes as she feasted on my body. Dropping to all fours, I patted my ass and softly called, “Come on boy, Hector mount.”

Hector knew what was expected of him and now fully erect rose up slightly and started to thrust at my pussy. Lucy leapt to her feet and said, “look at me the poor host, here, let me help,” and with that guided his cock into my waiting hole.

As Hector slammed home I groaned, “fuck that feel good,” and pushed back to meet his thrusts.

Lucy stood and quickly shed her clothes and while Hector fucked me she started to explore my clit and nipples, gently stroking them before gripping each one of them between finger and thumb and tweaking slightly. From the way she moved she clearly knew her way around another woman’s body, and her touches were driving me crazy. Suddenly, with a loud yelp, I started to cum feeling myself climax as Hector forced his knot deeper into me. The gripping action must have sent Hector over the top too, as I felt his hot jets of cum spurt deep into my pussy, filling me with his seed. Lucy bent and kissed me deeply on the mouth as I panted into hers, still revelling in post orgasmic bliss.

Eventually Hector pulled away from me, and Lucy quickly rolled me onto my back. “Have just cleaned this damned patio, so don’t want more dog cum on it,” she laughed, as she parted my legs. I felt her tongue delve deeply into my pussy, seeking out every drop of Hector’s cum. Her hands gripped my ass cheeks lifting me off the patio so she could bury her head deeper into my dripping vagina.

Lifting my head, I could see that Hector had recovered and was clearly excited about the smell and sounds his two bitches were making. As I watched, he mounted Lucy, and after a few thrusts I knew he had found his mark, as Lucy grunted into my pussy as he drove himself home inside her for the second time that day. Lucy had trouble concentrating on licking me, as the power of Hector’s thrusts drove her face into my pussy and then back, as she pulled her head away.

I could feel my orgasm building from the rubbing and gripping her hair I pulled her tightly to my crotch as I arched up to her hungry mouth. My juices flushed out the last remaining drops of Hector’s cum, which she swallowed eagerly. I could tell by the way that she was moaning into my pussy that it was her turn to be filled, as Hector stood looking proudly at me while he filled his bitch full of his cum.

“Good boy Hector,” I said happily, “looks like I will get a nice snack now as well.”

Hector just looked at me with a satisfied grin, and as if he could read my mind, rather than move away this time after he had pulled out of Lucy, he bent his head and started to lick at her pussy. This sent her back into the heights of orgasm and I couldn’t help but laugh as every so often Hector would lift his head and look at me knowingly before returning to licking and cleaning his Mistress.

Hector eventually retired back to his basket and I wiggled until Lucy was in my arms. Kissing her softly, I whispered, “looks like that gap in the hedge is going to get pretty worn out this summer.”

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Chapter 6

Yasmin was the first to wake up, her hair was a mess, her body was sticky from all the cum and she had a bad case of cotton-mouth. She got up off the bed, trying not to wake her family and went into her parents bathroom to get a drink of water straight from the sink and while she was in there, to pee.
‘I have never been so happy in my life’ Yasmin thought to herself, feeling the pressure from her bladder get released, she wiped and flushed, then snuck back onto the bed, just as Beth and Jericho were waking up, Isabelle was still sound asleep.
“Good morning my beautiful ladies” Jericho complimented, leaning over to kiss his mother, and then leaning down to kiss his sister.
“Good morning sex god! How does your cock feel this morning?” Yasmin asked, stretching and feeling her joints crack, Beth did the same, but nothing of hers cracked.
“Sex god? I like it. My cock is fine….well horny and ready to fuck again” Jericho confessed, strocking his cock with his hand and winking at both his mother and sister.
“Well it’s my turn first. I basically got worse than sloppy seconds. I got cluster-fuck-thirds.” Beth pouted, she got onto her sons chest and kissed him deeply, sliding her tongue into his mouth and running her stubby fingers through his greasy hair.
“My pleasure” Jericho growled in a sexy low voice, he put his hands on his mothers ass, and slid his rock hard cock into her already wet and pulsating pussy.
Beth was trying to be quiet, so she kissed her son deeply, moaning into his mouth and pulling his hair at every powerful thrust. Jericho felt his mothers warm and unpleasant morning breath breathe on him, but he didn’t care, he bit her bottom lip and continued to fuck his mother harder and harder.
“Oh fuck” Yasmin whispered in pleasure, as she slid her fingers into the cum pile of her hairy pussy and began to finger herself to the movement of her brother and mother. Beth came, not heavily, just as the phone rang, echoing through the house.
“Ignore it” Beth pleaded, she was almost in tears as Jericho was hitting her G-spot, sending shockwaves through her entire body, making her eyes see specks of white wherever she looked, making her gasp for air at every thrust that his cock delivered.
“Fuck….me….baby” Beth puffed, trying to gain control with her arms, or any part of her body, as she felt his cock get harder and her walls tighten.
“Cum on my cock mum.” Jericho told her, holding her closer and hearing his balls slap against the bottom of her.
“Harder..”
“Take it…
“Oh god…fuck me”
“I’m almost there”
“Me too”
“Mum”
“Babbbyyyy” Beth squealed, as she dug her nails into his back, drawing blood, and gushed all over his cock, Jericho shot off into her pussy and felt his arms become heavy, almost dropping his mother, but doing his best to hold on.
“Yesssssss” Yasmin wailed quietly, as she came, making her hairy pussy glisten with fresh cum.
“Well that is one way to wake up.” Isabelle chuckled, looking at everyone who was cummed out. Beth was about to open her mouth to say something, when a knock from the front door interrupted her.
“Fuck…I’m all fucked out and now I want to relax. COMING” Beth shouted, getting off her sons cock and finding her gown to cover up her body.
“No I made you cum” Jericho teased, grabbing her by the waist, pulling her close and kissing her, making Beth feel light headed again.

The knocking was getting louder, as Beth finally made her way downstairs, she had to punch her son to make him let go of her, softly but still.
“Hello…Officers, how can I help you?” Beth was shocked at the sight of them, it was 7:30 in the morning and her husband wasn’t home, she fixed her gown a bit more as they looked down at her, their hats off.
“Mrs. Pellow?” one of them asked.
“Yes I am she.” Beth replied slowly.
“I’m afraid your husband got murdered last night. A Mr. Byron Pellow? (Beth gasped and nodded) He and his lover were killed by the lovers husband. From what we know and what he told us, Byron and Pam, were in a hotel last night, he caught them in the shower together and brutally killed them both.” The officer told her, he put a hand on her shoulder and looked into her eyes.
“Why..thank you for telling me. I…I need to tell my family.” Beth slowly said, they nodded and left and she closed the door as, Jericho came down the stairs in his boxers, fingering Isabelle through her nighty and kissing Yasmin who just had a sheet wrapped around her.
“Mum…what’s wrong?” Yasmin asked, seeing her face.
“Your father is dead. He had an affair last night, got caught and got killed.” Beth looked at her children and her sister, they were shocked and stopped touching each other for the moment.
“I…um…I don’t know what to say sis…but” Isabelle started, but was interuppted by a loud sigh of relief from Beth.
“I know its wrong to feel this way, but I am personally glad your father is dead. I knew he was cheating on me, and I’m just glad he died at the hands of someone else and not by me” Beth cheered, looking out the window to make sure the police weren’t within ear shot.
“He wasn’t around much for the last 4 years, and now you have me to satisfy your every need” Jericho said proudly, leaning down and hugging his mother.
“You can be sad if you want, I’m just saying, I’m not going to be, he loved me, stopped loving me and cheated on me, so fuck him” Beth said firmly, Yasmin was tearing up a little, but what her mother was saying was making sense, so she wiped away her tears and hugged her mother as well.
“And I’m moving in as well. You think just have that cock once was enough? Fuck no. I am going to have it all the time now!!” Isabelle announced, she pulled Jericho off her sister and hugged her as well.

The funeral was small, a few friends, some family and Beth, Jericho, Yasmin and Isabelle sitting on the chairs, watching as the priest said a few words and asked for people to say some things about Byron. Beth wasn’t happy that she had to pay for the funeral, but he left her and the kids a huge some of money in his will, and just for their own peace of mind, she did it just to have good karma.
While Yasmin talked about her father, the good times, the bad times and the times that were confusing, she noticed Jericho had his hand in his mothers skirt and was fingering her, it got her wet seeing it and he loved the feel of her pussy in her silk black panties.
Jericho went up to talk and while he did, he noticed Isabelle wasn’t wearing any panties and she had her legs open for him to see, she made sure to close them real fast as the priest came up to give his final blessing.
The grave was small for a tall man, but it was mostly a land mark, as Byron wanted to be cremated, which Beth was happy to do. The funeral party slowly dwiddled down to just Beth, Jericho, Yasmin and Isabelle, they stood at the grave and stayed silent for a few minutes.
“Jericho, I know it’s a lot to ask, but would you fuck me. Right here, right now. In my ass” Beth asked, looking up at her son and leaning against her husbands grave.
“Why your ass?” Jericho was confused, she didn’t ask for it before.
“Well, the last thing your father wanted to do to me sexually was anal. Now that he’s dead and that he cheated on me, I want you to fuck me up my ass, just to stick it to him” Beth told him, unzipping her dress and standing in front of him in her bra and panties.
“It would be my pleasure to fuck you in the ass” Jericho unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out, which was slowly waking up.
The breeze ran through the grave yard, blowing Beth’s hair all over the place, as she undid her bra and pulled her panties down and bent over on her husbands grave. Yasmin and Isabelle looked around to make sure they were alone and that they wouldn’t get in trouble.
“Come fuck your mother” Beth begged, bending over and wiggling her ass.
Jericho put his hands on her ass cheeks, and Isabelle came forward and spat heavily on his cock, making it all slippery.
“Anal is very rough when not properly lubbed up, so here” Isabelle told him, she spat a few more times, then gave him the thumbs up.
Jericho smacked his mother playfully, causing her to moan, then he slid his cock slowly and deeply into her hole, his spit covered cock hurt a little going in, but the pain was going away as he began to thrust slowly.
“Oh god that feels good….See Byron, your son is fucking me in the ass. I….oh god…love him more than you….he….oh fuck” Beth couldn’t finish, she held onto the grave-stone and took in a few deep breaths as Jericho picked his pace up, Isabelle spat a few more times and just watched.
“Does it feel good mum?” Jericho asked, his cock was pulsating in her tight hole, it was turning a shade of red that came from being opened to wide, and she was moaning in response.
“Fuck…yes….oh….fuck…yes” Beth purred, she looked over her shoulder at her son and he could see tears forming, he figured she was very emotional and continued to thrust in her. Jericho watched his mothers ass bouce up and down, pushing more onto his cock, he could see her tits bouce from the faint shadow that the sun helped to produce.
“I’m about…to cum” Jericho groaned, holding her tighter as he was on the last stretch.
“Fill my asshole with your hot load baby. I’m cumming too” Beth cried out, she held onto the grave-stone and Jericho shot his load into her asshole, before pulling out and sitting on the ground, the grass making his own ass itch.
“How did..that feel?” Jericho asked, breathing heavily and watching his mothers asshole pucker and he could see his white hot jizz slowly leak from it.
“Amazing, now I can do this” Beth replied, she turned around and let all of her sons jizz squirt out onto his fathers grave-stone, big glops slid down his name and onto the grass.
“Ok, get dressed and lets go, before we get into trouble. I’m sure many people do strange things during their time here, but i dont want to explain to the grounds-keeper what happened here” Isabelle said firmly, handing her sister her clothes and watching her put them on.

Jericho sat in his room still wearing his clothes from the funeral, while he was on youtube just looking up random videos to pass the time. His mother and aunt were out looking for new cars, the money hadn’t come yet from the will, but they were just looking for a better one than they currently had.
“Can I come in?” Yasmin knocked at his door, he nodded and he saw that she was wearing her pjs, which were very revealing.
“What’s up?” Jericho asked, turning around and looking at his sister, who was sitting on his bed, her eyes were red from crying.
“Just trying to get used to the fact that dad isn’t here. I know he treated mum wrong and probably us, but he was still our father” Yasmin explained with a sniffle, Jericho got up and put his arms around her, she felt like she was fresh out of the shower and strong of honey, from the bodywash he got her for Christmas.
“Yeah, I know how you feel.” Jericho rubbed her back and put his hand under her shirt to actually feel her skin.
“Can we fuck? Please, I just want to feel you, feel you make love to me” Yasmin kissed his face, putting her hands through his hair, he put his hands on her face and pulled her in for a deep and slow kiss.
“It would be my pleasure” Jericho stood up and began to get undressed, Yasmin pulled her pjs off and he noticed she shaved her pussy and didn’t do a great job at it.
“I…I shaved my pussy, I did it while crying, so i may have missed a bit, I want you to eat my pussy, the same way you eat mums” Yasmin told him, she laid on the bed and opened her legs.
Jericho knelt down and kissed her pussy, she missed some patches of hair and it was red with up coming in-grown hairs already, but he didn’t care, he slid his tongue as far as he could, feeling her pussy get wet and taste her strong scent, which currently smelt of piss. He picked off little flecks of toilet paper that she missed and spread her lips apart so he could get to her clit and make her moan.
“Oh god….yes brother, oh eat me….oh fuck” Yasmin gasped, her legs raised a little off the bed and onto his shoulders, while her hands played with his hair and kept him stationary. Jericho tasted the faint smell of iron, as he must’ve popped one of her in-growns, but continued to dart his tongue in and out.
“I’M CUMMING, OH SHIT…..OF FUCK ME” Yasmin howled, she gushed over his face and pulled out some of his hair during her orgasm.

Beth and Isabelle didn’t stay long at the car lot, so they decided to go to a spa for a massage and relax after an emotional day.
“Do you think the kids are fine?” Beth asked her sister, signing her name to the sheet and grabbing a locker key from the front desk lady.
“I’m sure they are. Bet you they are knee deep in each other as we speak” Isabelle said firmly, pulling her phone out and calling the house, it rang 4 times, before she gave up.
“I could use another dose of cock” Beth groaned, waddling to the changing room, her sister following.
“Tell me about it. Best cock I’ve had since my husband” Isabelle admitted, she took her top off and undid her bra and Beth noticed a dry patch of cum on her chest and she reached up to scratch it off.
“Trying to cop a feel are you?” Isabelle joked, rubbing her small tits together and pouting a little as her sister took her top off and her tits bounced out of her bra.
“Please, I know you would like to feel mine. Go ahead” Beth chuckled and put her tits together, Isabelle shrugged and put her hands on them, squeezing them softly and pinching the nipples.
“Damn I wish mine were big. These just don’t do it” Isabelle explained, she took her hands off her sisters tits and stripped the rest of her clothes off, Beth did the same, till they were both naked and looking for a towel.
“Seems we are the only one’s here, nice. Well i’m going to free-ball it in the pool, I’ll take my towel if anyone comes, but free and naked. WOO” Isabelle grinned, as she placed the towel on the rail and slid elegantly into the water, her body began to glisten and Beth smiled.
“Why the hell not” Beth did the same and hopped into the water, shivering a little.
Beth did a few simple strokes, showing off her skills she had with swimming, her ass bobbing up and down as she did the butterfly, while Isabelle was simply floating on her back, her hairy pussy matted down by the water and her tits gleaming as the lights shone on them.
“So what else did your husband want to try?” Isabelle asked Beth out of the blue, once she stopped swimming.
“How do you mean?” Beth didn’t understand the question.
“He wanted to do anal and you didn’t want to until today with Jericho. My question is, what else did he want to try OR even you want to try, and he didn’t want to?” Isabelle explained, leaning against the stairs of the pool and looking at her sister.
“I wanted to try peeing on him. I saw it in a porno once, it looked interesting, but he didn’t want to” Beth told her, blushing as she did.
“Want to do it now?” Isabelle asked, swimming towards her with a cocky look on her face.
“With you and me….? Here?” Beth was surprised by her sisters offer.
“Yeah, you and me, unless you want to wait till you get home to Jericho, but I want to play with my sister and we can do it in the showers. It’ll wash away quicker there.” Isabelle told her, Beth was beginning to understand.
“Ok” Beth said with a grin and followed her sister out of the pool.

Just to be safe, Isabelle locked the bathroom/lockeroom door and took a big drink of water from the sink tap, Beth was laying on the floor in the shower, twiddling her thumbs in anticipation.
“Where would you like me to pee on you?” Isabelle asked, feeling the pressure build up in her bladder, each time she swallowed.
“Mostly on my stomach and tits, I probably know the answer to this, but do you want to fuck afterwards?” Beth looked over to her, seeing her sisters figure and she was beginning to get wet.
“Hell yeah I do. Dear sister, I don’t just pee and leave, I want to eat your cunt the way you will eat mine.” Isabelle explained, she patted her stomach, trying to put pressure on her bladder.
“I’ve never been this close to you before.” Beth admitted.
“I’m the only sibbling that loves you enough, to explore it with you” Isabelle told her, she took one more drink and made her way to her sister, she leant down and kissed her lips, which tasted a little of clorine, but got over that.
“Ready?” Isabelle squatted over her sister, her hairy pussy was inches away from Beth’s chest and she could see little grey pubes between her sisters legs.
“I am” Beth laid still and watched.
Isabelle released the pressure from her bladder, in small intervals and peed on her sister, the hot yellow stream of urine hit her belly button and trickled down the sides of her stomach,
Beth could smell the strong odor of clorine and oranges, her sister drank and ate a lot of weird things.
“Does that feel good?” Isabelle asked, holding back before peeing on her again.
“Its warm…keep going” Beth cooed, she raised her hands up her chest and flinched as she got peed on again, but now she was rubbing it all over her tits. The warm yellow liquid felt nice on her and her pussy was getting wet, as she squeezed her tits and felt her sisters piss touch her body.
“I’m almost out” Isabelle told her, holding back again, and looking down, she smiled as her sister, wasn’t paying attention, but in her own little world, playing with her tits and rubbing her piss over her body.
“I’m so horny” Beth murmered, her hands going down to her pussy and she bit down on her bottom lip as she played with her clit.
“Don’t cum before I get there” Isabelle laughed and peed her final stream over Beth, it bounced on her tits and slid all the way down her stomach. Isabelle got on the floor and moved her sisters hands out of the way and slid her tongue deep into her pussy, clock-work licking her labia and pussy walls, smelling her own piss and tasting her sisters honey flavoured pussy.
“Mmm oh…yes…sister” Beth moaned, putting her hands on her head and bucking her hips a little.
“Get on top of me and eat me, while I eat you” Isabelle demanded, laying on her back and opening her legs, she smiled as her sister got on top of her, kissed her quickly, before turning over and eating her hairy pissy tasting pussy, Isabelle went back to eating her sister out, holding her curvy thighs in the process.
“Does it feel good sis?” Isabelle asked, reaching down and rubbing her tits, that were on her legs, feeling a tingling sensation on her toes.
“Fuck yes…Don’t stop” Beth pleaded, burying her face in her pubes and letting her tongue dig within to tease her clit.
“I’m about to…..cum…don’t stop sister…..” Beth moaned, her toes curled up, as she was trying to hold on.
“Just a little longer…I’m almost there” Isabelle told her, she picked up the pace of her tongue, enjoying hearing her sister moan into her pussy, as she teased her pussy.
“Mmmm”
“I’m Cumming!!”
“Me Too!!!” Isabelle screamed. Beth’s pussy squirted in Isabelle’s face, drenching her, while Isabelle’s pussy leaked cum out.
“Relaxed now?” Isabelle laughed, spanking her sisters ass playfully.

It was 8pm by the time Beth and Isabelle came home, they opened the door and their nostrils were greeted by the smell of a freshly cooked meal and Yasmin and Jericho were on the couch watching tv.
“Hey guys, we’re home” Beth annouced, closing the door quickly, as Jericho stood up, stark naked and only wearing a very small apron.
“How was your day?” Jericho asked, kissing his mother, poking her in the face with his cock till she grabbed it and sucked it for a few seconds, then he kissed his aunty, who slipped him the tongue.
“It was great, my sister and I got closer as no doubt I believe you two did as well” Beth chuckled, seeing Yasmin with just a nighty on.
“Better believe it. Now come and sit and eat. I’m sure you’re starving” Jericho told them, they all sat at the table as he served up the meal of: Roast beef, carrots, gravy and chips.
They all sat quietly and ate for a while, the food tasted amazing, and their stomachs were filling up nicely.
“So now that your father isn’t around any more, I believe we don’t have to hide our feelings any more, just if we want to get kinky, we go upstairs, just in case people pop by” Beth laughed, knowing how the last couple of days were.
“Sounds good. I love you all and I love making love to you all” Jericho winked at them all, standing up and strocking his cock.
“Oh you don’t get to do all the fucking. Your mother and I had an amazing fuck session this afternoon. You may have that amazing cock, but remember, we know our sensitive spots” Isabelle teased, leaning over and kissing her sister, before going under the table, pulling her sisters pants off and began eating her out.
“Give that here” Yasmin drooled, she grabbed his cock and wrapped her lips around it and pumped and sucked on it, her tongue swirled around the vieny cock and she deep-throated it perfectly.
Jericho put his hands on her head and guided her head down, then back up, till drool was dripping from her lips and his cock. Beth was holding onto the table, as Isabelle was tongue fucking her sister, her head bobbing back and forth.
“I’m cumming” Beth and Jericho cried together, the kitchen echoed with their moans and Yasmin swallowed the mouthload, and Isabelle lapped up her sisters juices.
“Bedroom now!!” Isabelle demanded, getting up from under the table.

Jericho paired up with Isabelle, while Beth paired up with Yasmin, till they were ready to mix company.
“I want you to do me up the ass” Isabelle whispered, jerking him off and kissing his neck softly, she spat heavily on his cock, till spit was dripping off it, then turned around and wiggled her ass for him. Jericho slid his spit covered cock gently in her ass, and held her hips as he pushed all the way in.
“Holy fuck….Oh my fucking god!!” Isabelle roared, grabbing hold of the satin sheets on the bed, she looked over at her sister and niece who were fucking each other with a double headed dildo.
“It fits nicely….doesn’t it” Beth chuckled, leaning in and kissing her daughter, licking the nipple with the piercing.
“Fuck…Fuck…Yes…oh…fuck” was all Isabelle could reply, Jericho smacked her cheeks and pulled her hair, making his aunt wetter in the process.
“Take it you slut” Jericho hissed playfully, going harder and faster.
“Yes….oh…oh….fuck” Isabelle was losing her breath, her head leaned down onto the bed and she leant into the fucking.
“I’m about to cum” Jericho told her.
“Cum…for…me” Isabelle pleaded, bracing herself and feeling the hot load of cum go into her asshole.
“AHHH” Beth screamed as she came as well, gushing over the dildo and onto her daughter.

This was how it went every night. Beth didn’t look for a new man, as her son satisfied her every need, as did her sister and daughter. Yasmin didn’t bother looking for a man either, even when she went abroad over seas, she got on skype and had video sex with her family. Isabelle loved living with her family, hard fucking every night and a place to call hers, she wasn’t dissapointed.
Jericho was living the dream, he had 3 beautiful women loving him, making love to him and they couldn’t get enough of him. During one of his classes at college, he met a girl, who swooned over him. He wondered if he could bring her into the family.

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Not my own. A bit of exhibitionist fun leads to an exciting sexual encounter

Those of you who live in the UK, or
any of those places with real seasons,
will know that one of the best things
about the end of winter and the warm
weather starting is the opportunity to
shed the winter woollies and get out the summery stuff. If, like me, you’re a
bit of an exhibitionist who likes to
tease, there aren’t many opportunities
to expose your bits when you’re
wrapped up against the wind and the
rain. In spring 2012 we had a few nice days in March, and I’d dug my spring
frocks out of the back of the
wardrobe. But then at the beginning
of April the Government announced
that we were in a period of drought,
and introduced a hosepipe ban. As if on cue, it started raining almost
straight away, and didn’t really stop all
through April and well into May. But at last we had a few days of sun,
and it began to get warmer.
Eventually, it seemed as if we might be
getting a real warm spell, and I got the
dresses out again. At last it was nice
enough to leave my panties off without getting frostbitten flaps. One week I decided I had to go up to
the West End to buy a few books that I
could only get from a big bookshop.
The next Saturday I dressed as lightly
as I could, which basically meant no
panties or bra, just a loose dress and little pumps on my feet. I got the train
to Victoria, then the bus up to the big
bookshop on Piccadilly. I got a few
admiring looks as people noticed my
bra-less bosom under my dress. To be
honest, my little tits don’t give much of a cleavage at the best of times, but at
least they’re nice and perky and don’t
droop. Bending down in the bookshop to
look at the lower shelves, I knew my
tits would be openly visible to anyone
else browsing nearby who happened
to glance down. I discreetly tweaked
my nipples through my dress to make them stand out. After a while doing
this and getting aroused, I paid for the
books I needed and walked across
Piccadilly Circus and down Haymarket
to Trafalgar Square. This was where I
was hoping to have some serious fun. I sat down on the big flight of steps
that lead up from the square to the
National Gallery and looked down
over the mass of tourists milling
around. If you want to get an idea of
the set-up, google something like “UK National Gallery steps”. You probably
won’t see me, but it’ll give you an idea
of how people always sit on them to
look out over the square; and the
sunnier it is, the more of them there
are. The fountains were playing, and the
little kids were dipping their hands in
and splashing each other. Other kids
were climbing onto the lions round
the bottom of Nelson’s Column and
having their photos taken. Just to the right of me at the bottom of the steps
was the 2012 Olympic Clock, counting
down the days, hours, minutes and
seconds until the start of the opening
ceremony at 9:00 pm on Friday 27th
July, and quite a few people were having their photographs taken
standing next to that too. In fact, if I
could have charged a pound for each
photo taken in Trafalgar Square that
day, I’d be a wealthy girl! But I wanted
to give everyone a chance to see more than just the usual tourist attractions. I
had some attractions of my own. I knew that, wearing just a loose
frock, anyone coming down the steps
from above would get a good view of
my breasts down the front – especially
if I leant over a bit so it hung away
from my nipples. And if I sat with my legs apart, anyone coming straight up
the steps from below would get a
great view up my skirt at my
uncovered pussy. I always look out
myself for accidental flashes (I’m such
a perve!) and it’s surprising how many cute panties you can see. The prize of
a bare pussy isn’t that common, but it’s
all the more fun when you do see one.
I’m still hoping that one day a Scots
guy in a kilt will sit down and give me
a flash of his equipment. I sat down on the second set of steps
from the top, making sure I was sitting
on the edge of my dress – just enough
to keep my bare bum off the steps, in
case they weren’t that clean. I took out
one of my new books and started to read it, trying to look like just another
visitor having a rest. To start with I
kept my legs together, but then slowly
eased them apart so that anyone
coming up the steps from below
would get a view straight up between my thighs to my pussy. I was enjoying
the feeling of having nothing covering
me down there; even if no-one saw, it
was still nice. I sat for a while, just letting people
move past me up and down the steps.
I was determined not to catch
anyone’s eye; I wasn’t trying to pick
anyone up. It’s a problem, I admit: just
because I’m enjoying exposing myself, it’s not like I’m saying “Look at
me, I want to fuck you”, although I
can see why some people may assume
it is. After a bit, without moving my head I
peeped up from my book. A couple of
young guys were looking my way.
They certainly seemed to be enjoying
the view. Cheekily, I decided they’d
had enough, and pressed my knees together. One nudged the other and
they whispered, but I waited until
they’d gone before opening my legs
again. Then I saw a pretty dark-haired girl
standing looking up at the National
Gallery with her camera in her hand. I
thought I’d spotted her walking up
the steps past me a few minutes ago.
That was interesting – if it was the same person, that meant she’d gone
all the way down again. OK, there
were a few reasons why she might
have done that… But oh my God, she was hot. Her hair
was cut short and spiky in a boyish
kind of way, but it was the only boyish
thing about her. She was wearing a
denim jacket over a short t-shirt that
showed a tempting circle of bare skin above a pair of amazing ripped denim
shorts. The neck of her t-shirt had
been roughly cut down to show her
cleavage; I could see the top of a red
bra supporting a pair of large boobs. I
might not dress that way myself, but that sort of grungy sexiness can be
such a turn-on. At least, she seemed to be looking at
the Gallery, but I could see her eyes
keep on dropping down to my level. I
decided to give her a bit more of a
treat. Casually, I shifted my bum as if to
get more comfortable, and spread my legs a bit more, letting my frock ride
further up my thighs as well as giving
a clearer view of the area between my
legs. I felt a draught of air waft round
my labia. I wished I could use a finger
to part my lips a bit and let her see a bit more pink, but that might have been a
bit obvious. The pretty girl took her camera and
pointed it up the steps at the Gallery.
Oh well, never mind, she just wanted
another tourist snap. But I still couldn’t
keep my eyes off her, and to my
delight I saw the camera tilt downwards so it was pointing straight
at me. Oh yes, that’s better. I stared hard at
my book, but I wasn’t taking any of it
in – it was just black blobs on a white
background. My whole mind was
wondering whether she was still
there; whether she was still taking pictures; whether she wanted more… I couldn’t resist glancing up. She had
the camera up to her face, but I was
sure it was pointing straight up my
dress. I breathed in deeply, then
moved my legs a little bit more apart.
They were rather wide now. I saw her twist the lens, zooming in on whatever
she was photographing. This was
exciting. I forgot for a moment that
there were hundreds of other people
around. I’m sure my pussy must have
been getting wetter and wetter inside, and I really wanted to touch it, to part
my lips and let the juices run out. I was
so aroused that I forgot to breathe for
a moment or two, and found myself
puffing to get oxygen back to my
lungs. Casually, the girl turned aside and
pointed her camera over towards the
church of St Martin-in-the-Fields and
took a few pictures of it. She began to
walk back up the steps towards me.
For a moment, I felt nervous, and looked back at my book, but as a
shadow passed over my legs I
couldn’t resist looking up. My eyes met
hers. Without saying a word, she sat down
next to me on the steps. My heart was
thumping. She held her digital camera
in her hands and leant towards me
with it. “Would you like to see?” she said. I looked at the view-screen. The first
picture was just a view of the
colonnade at the front of the Gallery. I
could just see the top of my head at
the bottom of the picture. “Press here to scroll through” said the
girl. I could feel the warmth of her
body next to me. I was trembling a
little. The next picture showed the whole of
the steps, with me in the middle, my
legs apart and my skirt up my thighs.
You could see straight up the front, to
the little plump bulge of my pubic
mound. I could just make out the pink curve of my labia. I felt myself blush
with a sort of embarrassment. I
suppose I hadn’t expected to be
looking straight at the evidence like
this. I scrolled to the next picture. This one
had been taken using the zoom, and
you could see the labia quite clearly. I
stared at it for a moment, fascinated.
Then I felt a nudge, and looked round.
She was smiling at me. “Keep going” she said. I saw why she was keen to move on.
Wow. The next one was taken after I
had moved my legs apart, and the sun
was shining straight up my frock. I
couldn’t help noticing how pale my
inner thighs were. But my plump little pussy really stood out. I saw that my
lips had parted more than I realised,
and the pink entrance to my vagina
was glistening and wet. I scrolled again. She’d used the zoom
again, and you could almost have
reached out and touched the pink
curves of my labia. There was a little
dark gap at the centre, leading the eye
into my sex. I looked at her again, and she raised
an eyebrow. I realised that as I had
been leaning over looking at the
pictures, the front of my frock had
fallen open so she could look straight
down at the swell of my bare breasts, including my pinkish areole and
darker nipples. Hard nipples. There was one more picture. She’d
pulled back on the zoom, and there
was all of me, looking straight at the
camera, with a little smile on my face
and my legs wide apart. God, I was
such a slut – but it was a classic up- skirt shot! I think we were each waiting for the
other to say something. It must only
have been a couple of seconds, but
felt like minutes. “These are great pictures” I said.
“Thanks for letting me see”. “I’ve got some more that you might
like” she said. “There’re on my camera
if you have a minute.” “Yes please” I said. There was another
slight pause, and I went on. “Why don’t we have a coffee and you
can show me properly?” “That would be nice” she answered;
“is this place ok?” – nodding at the
little café next to the steps, right on the
Square. “It’s ok, but the one in the Gallery’s
better” I said; “A bit more expensive,
but quieter”. “Sounds great” she smiled. “Lead the
way!” We crossed the pavement and went
into the Gallery through the Getty
entrance, which takes you straight to
the café and shop, and is obviously
meant for people who want to have
something to eat without all that tedious mucking about with paintings
first. I offered to get the coffees while she
found a table. I took a chance and
chose us each a piece of cake – I think
I needed a sugar hit! I looked round
with my tray and saw her waving at
me from the far corner. She’d found a perfect table, slightly out of the way,
and luckily there weren’t too many
people around anyway. I sat down
opposite her. She laughed when she
saw the cakes. “How did you guess?” she said. “I
shouldn’t, but then, why not?” And she took the creamier of the two
pieces. “So…” I said, taking a sip of hot coffee,
“Where are these pictures?” She’d found them on her camera while
I was at the counter, and passed it
straight across. “These are from all over” she said.
“But I have a special folder for them
all”. They were a mixture of candid shots,
up-skirt and down-blouse, all
obviously taken without the subjects
knowing. Some of the girls were
wearing panties, but a few were like
me, showing it all. Most of these were shaved, so you could see the detail of
their pussies. Most of the down-blouse
ones were of bra-less breasts, usually
showing a nipple or two. They were all
very, very sexy. “You’ve a great collection here” I said,
impressed. “It must have taken you
ages”. “I take a lot of pictures anyway” she
said, “and I’m always on the lookout
for this sort of shot. I do sell some stuff
commercially – but not these – these
are just for me. Don’t worry, you’re not
going to see yourself on some website – at least, not unless you want to!” “But you know” she said, “You’re
almost the first person I’ve seen who I
thought might have been doing it on
purpose. The way you just sat there
with your legs apart, you must have
known what you were showing. But you didn’t seem to care. I noticed you
didn’t have a bra when I walked past,
and I was going to try and get a shot
of your tits. But then when I realised
you had no panties either…I was just,
like wow, my kind of girl!” “I mean,” she went on “I like not
wearing undies either, just because it
makes me feel good. “But I don’t really
flash at people, unless I know them
and it’s all part of the foreplay sort of
thing”. “It just turns me on” I admitted. “The
thought of people walking past and
seeing me just makes me so horny,
and I just love it. Sometimes I do it in
the park, pretending to sunbathe and
pulling my skirt up as far as I dare”. “Photographing you got me so turned
on too” she said. “Especially once I
knew that you knew I was doing it…
that’s when I plucked up courage to
show you!” That’s when I felt a touch on my leg
under the table. It made me jump, and
I looked down and saw that it was her
bare foot tickling me. She’d kicked off
her sandals and her toes were
stroking against the outside of my leg. I moved my leg against hers and
smiled at her. My legs were slightly
apart now, and I deliberately edged
my chair a bit closer to make it easier
for her. She slid her leg over mine until
it was between my legs, stroking against my inner thigh now. Her skin
was smooth against mine. I put my
hand under the table and stroked her
calves, pulling my dress up a bit more
to give her room to manoeuvre. Her foot slipped under the front of my
dress. She knew what she was doing
with her toes, though she was teasing
me by rubbing against the tops of my
thighs, deliberately not going any
higher. Then she broke contact, and I got that weird feeling you get when
you know something is close to you
even thought you can’t see it. This
time, I got the feeling in my pussy,
knowing her foot was almost
touching. Then I felt her toes touch the lips of my
pussy. She wiggled them backwards
and forwards, tickling my labia. It felt
amazing. I was squirming about in my
seat, wriggling back at her, trying to
manoeuvre myself so her toes would go inside my slit. She managed to find
the button of my clitoris, and flicked
her toe against it. I had to put my cup
of coffee down, for fear I’d spill it
everywhere. I gripped the edge of the
table with my hands and braced myself against her, breathing heavily
through my nose, letting out the
occasional little squeak in my throat.
Anyone watching could surely guess
what was going on… Wriggling her toes, she eased between
my labia and pushed up into the
entrance to my vagina. I let out a
definite squeak…she was smiling at
me as she pushed against me. I felt her
toes wriggling around inside me. Something pressed against my clitoris
– her big toe probably – and she
flicked it backwards and forwards
against the little button, pushing hard
against it. Oh god. I felt my orgasm
building. Not for the first time, I felt a bit embarrassed at how quickly I
would climax once my clitoris was
stimulated. If I’d been a man, I’d have
had no staying power at all! I leant over and grasped her hand,
squeezing it tight as I pressed against
her toes, clenching the muscles of my
pussy. Oh god here it came…and I
orgasmed. My knuckles were white as
I gripped her so hard. All the muscles in my legs and bum were clenched
and I felt my thighs spasming as I
struggled to stop myself from
thrashing my body about and crying
out. It must have looked as if I was
having an epileptic fit! She stared at me across the table with
a delighted smile on her face. “Wow!” she whispered. “Did you just
come?” I nodded, trying to get my breathing
under control. “I just couldn’t help it” I
said. “I guess I was just so turned on…
it just happened!” “You are just so amazing” she said,
laughing. I smoothed my dress down under the
table, trying to look decent. Looking
under the table, I could see the toes of
her right foot were wet and sticky. She leant over and whispered again.
“And you’ve got me so horny. Won’t
you do something for me now?” “Sure” I said. “Here?” “Come to the toilets” she whispered. “I
want you properly”. “Not the ones just here” I said
“They’re too busy – but if we go over
to the back door, there are some that
hardly anyone uses”. “How do you know this stuff?” she
asked. “Don’t tell me you’ve fucked
your way all round London’s bogs?” I laughed “Not yet – but I actually like
paintings as well as fucking! So I come
here quite a lot” “I’ll follow you then” she said. I couldn’t remember exactly which
rooms to go through, but I knew that
from the Central Hall there would be
signs for the “Orange Street Exit” and I
followed those. We went past the
Velasquez “Venus at her Toilette”, with her lovely bum, through more
random rooms until I saw the full-
length portrait of Cardinal Richelieu by
Philippe de Champaigne and I knew
we were nearly there. The toilets I was
looking for were by the Educational Centre. During the week it tends to be
swarming with school parties, but at
the weekend it’s practically deserted. With a sudden burst of inspiration, I
pushed open the door to the
“Disabled” toilets. “Come on, there’ll be more room in
here” I said. She shut and locked the door. She put
her arms round my waist and our lips
met, hard and rough and urgent. Her arms rubbed roughly over my
back, wrinkling my dress. Her large
breasts were pressed against my
chest. I pushed both my hands up the
front of her t-shirt. Her skin was warm
and flushed with excitement. My hands made contact with the firm
swell of her breasts inside the lacy
support of her bra. She groaned deep
in her throat. I rolled her breasts
under my hands, feeling them move
inside the bra. Pushing upwards, I felt the bottom of her bra cups moving up,
slowly slipping over the soft flesh. I
pushed again, and with a rush felt the
cups spring up, her boobs bouncing
free and unsupported. At last my
hands gripped the hot bare flesh. Her nipples tightened and became hard
under my grip, her areoles dimpling. I
wanted her body so badly. I dragged
at her t-shirt and she raised her arms
to let me pull it over her head. I
stepped back for a moment, holding her t-shirt, gazing at her tits swinging
too and fro as she quickly unclipped
her bra and let it fall from her arms
onto the floor. She smiled at me,
enjoying her bareness. She had clear
sharp tan-lines round the curve of her tits, showing that she normally wore a
small bikini top that must have barely
covered her nipples. My own body was fizzing with desire. I
pressed my hand to my crotch, circling
my palm against my clitoris. She pulled
me against her again, rubbing her
bare breasts against my dress as we
kissed. I squeezed her bum, rubbing against the crack between her cheeks,
before scratching my nails up the bare
skin of her legs. I pushed my hand down the back of
her shorts, inside her panties as well.
Her bum was warm and smooth and
firm. “Let me get these off” she muttered,
and undid her shorts, pulling them
and her panties down, kicking them
off across the floor. Now she was
totally naked. Her pubes were covered
in a tidy nest of hair, but I could see the pink folds of her pussy, aroused
and moist. She pushed me back against the sink,
and began to unbutton the front of my
dress. I was breathing heavily already,
my little tits heaving. She pushed my
dress off my shoulders, and I wriggled
to help the sleeves slip down my arms. The whole dress fell to the floor and I
was naked too. I pulled her towards me and kissed
her hard on her lips, feeling her body
hot against mine. She nibbled at my lip,
and I raked my fingernails down her
back, digging in as hard as I dared. In
the mirror opposite me, I could see the red marks on her skin. “More, more” she moaned, and I
kissed down her neck and over her
shoulder-blades. She had her hands
on my buttocks, and I felt a finger
nuzzling between my cheeks,
followed by a gentle pressure against my sphincter. “You’re so tight” she murmured. “I can
hardly get one finger in. Relax,
babe…” The finger pushed harder, just
entering, causing me to wince slightly. “Don’t stop” I whispered, as I felt the
finger leave. “Don’t worry” she replied. She picked
up the liquid-soap dispenser from the
hand-basin and pumped slippery
soap all over her palm and fingers,
before returning her hand to my
buttocks. I barely had time to register the cool soap on my bum, before her
freshly-lubricated finger slipped easily
into my hole. I gasped, pressing my
naked body against hers. I could feel
her finger twirling inside my bum-
hole. I was nuzzling her neck, but my teeth closed on her flesh as I felt a
second finger joining the first. I’d
never had two fingers up my bum
before, and without the soap I’m sure
she’d never have managed. I put my hand under her right tit,
raising it to my mouth. I sucked the
flesh into my mouth, moving towards
her dark nipples. As my mouth closed
over her right nipple, I felt her fingers
wiggling more inside my bum-hole, and I thrust my pelvis against her,
biting down on the nipple at the same
time. This wasn’t nice soft sex: it was
rough and dirty, and I was loving it. My teeth clenched her nipple; my lips
could feel the rough aroused skin of
her areole. Her fingers began thrusting
in and out of my bum and I could feel
the pulsing of my pussy, getting
wetter and wetter with pleasure. But she had already brought me to
orgasm once, and I wanted to do the
same for her. I pulled away from her, feeling the
“schlup” as her fingers slipped out of
my lubricated bum. Quickly I slid to the
floor, pulling her with me, rolling her
onto her back against the cold tiles. I
crouched over her, one leg on either side of her waist, my little tits swinging
slightly, my pussy pressed against her
tummy. I writhed my crotch against
her, stimulating myself and spreading
a wet smear of my sexual secretions
all over her tummy. I could see little red marks on her tits where my mouth
had bruised her skin. She lay still,
panting with excitement but allowing
me to take charge. With one swift movement, I slid down
past her waist, put one leg between
her thighs, and roughly pulled her
legs apart. Her pussy was gaping
wide, and I lowered my face to it,
breathing in her musky scent. I rubbed my face over the light fuzz of
hair on her pubic mound, my nose
bumping against her clitoris, which felt
engorged and hard. Her labia and the
entrance to her vagina were very wet,
and her sex juices were soon smeared all over my face. I momentarily raised
my head to let her see. She smiled. I dipped down again, and my tongue
made contact with her labia and licked
over and between the folds. Spreading
her lips with my fingers, I gazed for a
moment at the sweet pink moist
interior, breathing in the musky aroma, before burying myself in it. She
was dripping with juices, gasping and
thrashing as my tongue lapped
around her vulva; pushing her pussy
into my face, grinding against me. With
my tongue still lapping at her, my thumb found her clitoris, and she bit
back a scream as I rolled and rubbed
it. I quickly worked out from her moans
and gasps exactly what flickers of the
tongue and rolling of the thumb were
needed to propel her towards her
climax. I licked upwards inside her as
far as I could go, finding the soft spongy area around her g-spot, and
at the same time increasing the
pressure on her clit. As I’d hoped, that
was all it took, and her thigh muscles
went tense as she began to shudder
with the force of the orgasm that engulfed her. As soon as I felt her
climax hit, I raised my face, and
pushed two fingers of my other hand
deep up inside her soaking cunt, while
circling faster and faster round her clit.
My hand was drenched in her juices and she was shaking all over as a
second even more intense orgasm
exploded. She was clutching her tits,
pink and glowing with perspiration all
over her body. I withdrew my fingers and watched as
her trembling subsided. She put her
fingers inside her own pussy and
withdrew them coated in her own
stickiness. She fed me her fingers and I
sucked the juice off them. I let her suck mine as she clutched me too her,
both our bodies sticky and sweaty. We knelt on the floor, holding hands,
trying to let our breathing get back to
normal, both of us glowing with the
aftermath of the experience. She
stroked one hand over my little pussy,
touching my puffy labia. “You’re still aroused, aren’t you” she
said, more of a statement than a
question. “I want you to have me now” I said. “I want you as well – but can you wait
until we get back to my flat?” she said
matter-of-factly. I nodded. “Put your dress on then” she said.
“And if we can get an empty carriage
on the tube, I’ll make you come
again”.

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-Jordynn finds herself again at the mercy of Johnathan Roberts. The issue is, Johnathan doesn’t hold much in the way of mercy. And as Jordynn will eventually discover, Johnathan is not her only problem by far (NOTE THAT DUE TO A SYSTEM ISSUE THERE IS NO CHAPTER 8!!!)

My throbbing cock was angry red and aching, I wanted in. Hell, who was I kidding? – I WAS GOING TO GET IN. Jordynn’s movements made her ’rock’ back a bit. Her round MILFy ass was already slightly than her head, and when she pushed back I could see her twat thru her thigh gap…and that was all she wrote.

Sandy was moaning loudly, her face alternately frowning and furrowing, REALLY enjoying what was happening. She was panting and when she saw me step forward she knew.

“Ahh-ooh – Jordynn baby, you are – oooh – doing fine. Now it’s time for something else.” Sandy said. As she did so, she looked at me and nodded.

It’s not like this was unexpected, and as I stepped close to Jordynn I touched her ass, making her grunt and move. She tried to look back, but Sandy was having none of it.

“ahh – No girl, you keep eating that – ohh..day-yum – that twat of – ahhh – mine, Sandy said with a smile, then added “Jordynn, I wah-ahh-want you t-to f-fin finger your c-cl-li…”

Jordynn’s required no prompting, her had was right on it, and as I lined up I could see her hand moving furiously.

There was no need to think about lube, Jordynn Perry’s pussy was very wet, so her body was into it at the least. With a firm, steady push I went straight-balls de-ee-ee-ep. Her pussy gripped me like a firm hot glove, and my thickness made Jordynn moan. As she was busily giving oral, this in turn made Sandy moan.

Jordynn was apparently moving by instinct, and she instinctively pushed back into me. The feeling was wonderful, and I of course pushed right back, and my thrusts in turn were pushing her face into Sandy’s pussy.

The sound of three of us lovemaking was an incredible sound. I was telling Jordynn how great she felt and moaning, Sandy was moaning, and of course Jordynn was moaning as well, albeit hers were ‘muffled.’

I was glad I had already busted one nut earlier, or I already would have popped again, but it was really tough to keep my control. I had held a ‘crush’ on Jordynn Perry since childhood, bully or no, and Sandy Berger was gorgeous, somewhat resembling a young Helen Hunt .

Way back in the day, in our tormented youth, back when Sandy Berger identified as Bi-sexual Sandy & I had sex a few times, but then I was off to school and to our separate lives. When we later met up again & decided to work together, Sandy was by then a full on Lesbian, so sex was a moot point.

Sandy Berger & I had feelings for each other, yet we respected where we were, so it really made for a relationship that was “odd,” but what was even more so was the Bully that helped to bring us together was now linking us in a very unconventional, though sexually satisfying, way.

The look on Sandy’s face was telling, mostly because I knew my face was the same. The feeling was building, and this man’s balls were starting to churn. “Jord-oof-Jordyn…” I said, “U-Use you f-f-fingers on S-Sandy…” Now it was my turn to give Sandy the wink.

I slowed, and I could feel her shift. Suddenly, Sandy’s mouth popped open, and she gasped LOUD – “AH!…JORD…Ooohhh…Jord-Dynn.”

I now began to power-thrust my thick fat one into Jordynn, and Jordynn in turn was pumping her fingers in and out of Sandy. There was the wet-sex sound of the two of us, and that, plus the sexual moans and groans proved a bit too much.

It was just by timing that Sandy was first. She had a clump of Jordynn’s hair, and she arched her back, thrusting her breasts straight up as she screamed. Inlock-step with her was Jordynn, who was both screaming her orgasm into Sandy’s pussy while her clamped and convulsed on my cock, and with a mighty roar I emptied myself as well.

I don’t know how much I dumped when I blew my cork, but it felt like a quart (of course it wasn’t) but whatever that amount was, Jordynn Perry’s pulsating orgasm flowed out a huge amount, thoroughly wetting her spot at the end of the bed. But all that was absolutely dwarfed Sandy Berger.

Sandy Berger was what was considered a ‘squirter,’ and she proceeded to completely soak Jordynn Perry’s hair, face, and neck/shoulders. Women that do this do not ‘pee,’ as once thought, but do dump a tremendous amount of liquid when they orgasm. Just by chance I had an under-liner on the mattress, but Sandy soaked those sheets so much that they were “sopping” wet.

I had flopped back into my chair. I was able to flip off the cameras, but fact was at this point the thumb .drives were likely full. Sandy had flopped back on the bed, and was laying there staring at the ceiling. Jordynn lay as she was during sex. On her stomach, her ass in the air.

After a moment came a mutual sound from Sandy & I both, and nearly at the same time. It wasn’t what you might expect. It was the sound…of LAUGHTER. At first it was a chuckle, but slowly, it grew. The Bully was truly defeated, the dragon was dead. All the beatings. All the public humiliation had truly been turned around on the tormentor, & in a most fun and erotic way.

After our chuckles and laughter finally died down, Jordynn Perry quietly moved to the chair opposite me and sat, staring down and the floor, and began to sniffle. The dragon was not only beaten, but it had been thoroughly degraded & humiliated, and now it sat, feeling the weight of it’s defeat.

Sandy looked at me, and gave me a nod. Then, standing up, she knelt beside Jordynn and said “Now you know how it truly feels.”

Jordynn just stared straight ahead, saying nothing. After a moment, she simply nodded

Taking her by the hand, Sandy said, “OK, Jordynn, you did REALLY well. You are fighting that internal battle now. Questioning what & how you have been told to feel about sex, versus what you REALLY feel. You are also feeling deep shame for a lot of things. I should hate you, but I don’t. What you gave me was incredibly intense. Come, let me clean you up, OK?”

It took no prompting for me to understand. Sandy was taking a caring approach, and she led her conquest to the shower. Turning it on, She gave Jordynn a kiss, and Jordynn did not return it, but she didn’t fight it either. “Come on, pet.” Sandy cooed, and getting in with her, Sandy began to wash Jordynn’s hair, and after a bit, Jordynn began to come out of her shell. Now they began to switch, and Jordynn began to wash Sandy’s hair.

It was a small shower for one, but I managed to slide in there. Just as during sex, Jordynn perry was squeezed between us, and we took time to wash each other. After, we got out and used the last of the towels. It was all wordless, and totally/powerfully erotic.

It turned that once broken, Jordynn Perry made one Hell of a submissive. My work certainly had her worn down, but after what I can only guess was her first lesbian encounter, that was the key, and Sandy & I enjoyed having our own ‘servant’ dress us.

As before, Jordynn dressed me first, and took a moment to really ‘position’ my cock in my underwear. With Sandy, she dressed her as well, finishing with a brushing of Sandy’s hair. The switch was flipped Jordynn Perry was Our. Total. Submissive. Sandy raised an eyebrow, and I made a hand motion & nodded

“Jordynn, go ahead, and get dressed while we talk.” Sandy said to her.

Seeing her start, I spoke. “It appears you now know your place. You’ve done well and your debt with us is paid, as I can tell there will be no more issues with you. That is good. I think Sandy has something to say.”

“Jordynn, I live in a house owned by Johnathan, on St. Georgina. He lets me live there because of my contributions to the Law Firm.”

I spoke up. “I think you’ll find it to be especially posh surroundings. Gated Community ON the beach, one of the highest rated US beaches. Screened in Pool. Maid Service. A cook on weekends when I’m there. We even have an elevator.

“Jordynn,” Sandy said, “you can at this point leave and go back to your mobile home, and have the remainder of the weekend to yourself, until David’s weekend detention ends Sunday…OR…you can explore this door to your sexuality that I know Johnathan & I have opened. You need to decide, but either way, you are now free.”

Jordynn looked at us both, and said “I am truly sorry for the past.” She then walked over to me, stood on tiptoes, and gave me a light kiss. Then the same to Sandy. Taking a hand from each of us, she led us out the door and said “I’m not sure who I am, but I know I’m not who I was. But I need to know. So let’s go.” And with that, she walked stepped over, and got in Sandy’s Lotus Sports Car.

Not all stories of revenge end badly. Some, as you the dear reader can see, end quite well. The question this writer wants you to answer via the comments is: Is this the end?

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Me, My Girlfriend and Her Best Friend: Part Three

December 2001

I left college after my sophomore year and moved back home because I was offered a great job that I couldn’t turn down. My girlfriend Belinda was still studying law in Florida and Marcela was still studying Biology in Austin. Belinda and I had stayed together despite the long distance. I didn’t have much contact with Marcela anymore, but Belinda still talked with her regularly and she would tell me about what was going on in her life.

It had been two and a half years since that magical summer when Belinda and I had brought Marcela into our sex lives and it was now becoming a memory that I was always trying to keep fresh in my mind. I had almost completely given up hope that we might all be together (in that way) again.

With Belinda living so far away, I had only one option as far as my sex drive was concerned. Most of the time when I “took care of myself,” I would bring up the memory of that glorious summer and all of the experiences the three of us had shared. I had heard from Belinda that Marcela was coming home for the holidays. I wondered if we would all get to hang out together again and, if we did, what it might be like. Then, just days before Belinda came home, she called me to tell me that Marcela had gotten engaged. I never really thought that the three of us would be together again that way, but there was always a faint hope. With Marcela being engaged, that possibility was gone. Oh, well, I thought. At least Belinda will be around. We always had great sex, especially since that wild summer. We didn’t bring it up often and we had never brought anyone else into bed with us since then, but the sex that we had, just the two of us, had gotten so much more experimental and exciting. I was looking forward to a couple of weeks where I didn’t have to take care of myself.

I had just turned 21 and was living with my two friends Derek and J.P. I had a day job, but Derek and J.P. both worked at restaurants, so I only saw them late at night or on the weekend during the day. Belinda was scheduled to get in that day and I couldn’t wait. I went to the airport with her parents and brother and we picked her up. It was a great reunion. Holding her in my arms for the first time in about six months only served to remind me of how much I missed her and how lonely I had become. We had dinner with her family, and afterwards, I took her out for a few drinks before finally heading back to my house. As usual, it was empty and our eager hands quickly undressed each other. We made love in my bed three times. The first time was slow and loving. The second was a bit raunchier. The third was all out aggressive and passionate. I had replayed the events of that summer with Belinda and Marcela in my mind so many times, that I found myself fantasizing about it as we made love and almost felt guilty for it.

After we were finished, we laid in bed panting in the dark. Belinda asked me if I had plans the next night. I didn’t. She told me that Marcela was getting in the next day and she wanted the three of us to have dinner together. When I asked her if Marcela’s new fiancée would be joining us, Belinda told me that his family lives in Minnesota and he had gone home to be with them. Great, I thought. A night with the two women I had had a number of threesomes with ages ago and there was no chance of a repeat performance. Oh, well. I always enjoyed Marcela’s company, so I would just have to make the best of it.

It was a Friday night. I had just gotten home from work when I called Belinda. She was staying with her parents as most college students do during the holidays. She told me that Marcela was already over there and I could just swing by and pick them both up. I hopped in my trusty old Ford and headed over.

As I approached the front door, I registered a strange feeling building up in my stomach. I was nervous. During our little summer, it had gotten to feel so natural being with both of them, but that was a long time ago now. “What if it was awkward?” I wondered. I didn’t want to get myself worked up so I quickened my stride and knocked on the door.

Belinda’s mother answered and greeted me with a big hug. Belinda had definitely gotten her looks from her mom. For an older woman, she was really quite beautiful. I stepped into the den and found Belinda and Marcela sitting on the couch having a conversation with Belinda’s little brother. As I stepped into the room, Belinda and Marcela both turned to me. As soon as I made eye contact with Marcela, the ice shattered. Her gaze cut through the absent years and all I saw was the girl I had known so well that summer in my backyard. She hadn’t changed much since then. Her breasts had gotten a bit bigger and her hair was longer and now sported blond hi-lights. She was actually more striking than she had been two and a half years before. Belinda stood and gave me a hug. I let her go and Marcela pushed her body into mine and swung her arms around me. I could say it was the way she felt, or the sight of her that completely brought my mind back to that summer as though it were yesterday, but I’d be lying. The truth is, it was her smell that did it. It wasn’t perfume or oils or anything else. It was her smell. My heart was suddenly floating around my ears and I was looking forward to spending the evening and catching up with my two beautiful, strong Latina women. I followed them out the front door and we were off.

We went to eat at The Cider House. Dinner was slow and relaxing. I asked Marcela how she met her fiancée. It turned out they had gone to school together. He had already graduated and was working in Austin. His name was John too. She spoke of him fondly and it was clear to me that she cared for him very deeply. I suppose that if a tiny part of me still didn’t feel like she was mine, I could’ve even been happy for her.

After we finished our meals, we moved over to the bar and sat for a couple of hours, drinking and talking. The majority of our conversations consisted of small talk. We told stories about what we’d been up to in the last couple of years and all at once, it seemed we ran out of things to talk about. Marcela broke the silence by saying “It’s so good to be hanging out with you two again. I’ve really missed you guys.”

“Awe, we missed you too Marcela.” Belinda said, pecking her cheek.

“-And that summer a few years ago? Oh my god! We got pretty crazy, didn’t we?” Marcela added.
Belinda and I both silently sipped our drinks and averted our eyes. Neither of us had expected that summer to be brought up and it was clear we were both caught off guard.

To break the silence, I said “Yes, we did.” I sipped my beer “But that was a long time ago.” We all sat in silence, clearly thinking back on that summer. I watched Belinda’s face as the hot and sweaty memories from back then unfolded in her mind. Marcela was looking up at the lamp above our table and smiling. I was peeling the label off of my beer bottle when I added “You know, I still think about it sometimes.”

Belinda looked over at me with what seemed like a mixture of anger and intrigue. “Really?” she asked.

I took another pull from my beer. “Sure.” I was trying to act cool. “I mean, my girlfriend lives a thousand miles away, so from time to time, I have to take matters into my own hands, so to speak.”

“You think about it when you jack off?” she pressed, whispering, yet wide eyed.

“Sometimes.” I said. They were both staring at me. “Come on, haven’t either of you ever thought about it?” I asked.

They both just sat quietly. I could tell Belinda was a little upset. I suppose she would’ve preferred that I only thought about her when I tugged off. Then we both heard Marcela say “I have.” She paused, “Thought about it I mean.” She then had our undivided attention. She was looking down at her dry martini. “I’d never done anything like that before. It was really fun, and I think that if it had never happened, I wouldn’t be as open to certain things as I am now.”

“Like what?” Belinda asked.

“Just, ya know. -Things.” Marcela answered. “Anyway, you should be glad Johnny’s thinking about you and taking care of himself instead of going out and trying to get laid.”

“I am,” Belinda replied “but, he isn’t just thinking about me.” She trailed off, her disappointment showing.

“I didn’t mean to start something.” I interjected. “The truth is, I think about that stuff because it was the most uninhibited I’ve ever seen you be.” I said to Belinda. “It was so sexy the way you moved with such confidence and self assurance. I mean, sure having another good looking girl there was amazing and had always been a fantasy for me and just about every other guy on the planet, but mostly, it was about you.” She raised her eyes to meet mine. She was warming back up. “You were so hot during all of that crazy shit we did and that’s what I’m thinking about when I’m.. you know. Doing my thing.” I sat back and took another swig of my beer. Then to try and lighten things up, I added “that, and Marcela’s tits.” They both laughed as Belinda socked me hard in the shoulder and we ordered another round of drinks.

“Oh shit. I didn’t even think of that.” Marcela said. “You guys live so far apart that you can’t ever have sex. Oh man, that sucks.” She took a drink. “So do you guys ever have, like, phone sex?” she asked, lowering her voice.

“We tried to a few times, but we would always end up laughing.” Belinda said.

“Oh, no!” Marcela mock cried. “You poor babies!” Then her face flashed in thought. “You know what you two should do? You guys should take dirty pictures together.”

“Sounds good to me.” I said finishing another beer.

Marcela turned Belinda toward her. “This poor guy doesn’t even have any dirty pictures of you? Shame on you Belinda!”

Belinda laughed “Okay, okay! I swear I’ll take some nudie pictures!”
I noticed it was getting close to closing time. I paid the tab and invited them both to come over to my place to hang out and have a few more drinks. When we got there, I was happy to find my roommates both out. It was icy cold outside and the house I was living in had very poor insulation, so we stood in the kitchen with our jackets on and had a few more drinks. We were laughing and drinking more and more and it started to feel like old times again. I was shocked to discover that I was actually having a great time.
Marcela kept giving Belinda a hard time for not taking better care of me. She kept saying what a poor baby I was, left to sit around alone and jack off with no dirty pictures or phone sex. This only seemed to make Belinda laugh harder. “Poor Johnny! Poor Johnny!” Marcela yelled as she pulled my head to her shoulder to comfort me.

I sat on the floor where a dining room table would have been had I been able to afford one. Belinda was still laughing hysterically as she fell to her knees in front of me. “I’m so sorry Poor Johnny.” She said as she pressed her lips to mine.

I mockingly pushed her away and drunkenly said “No, it’s too late! My sexual appetite has withered away. I’m going to die alone with a shriveled little unused wiener and be completely surrounded by cats.”

“Come on Johnny.” She persisted. She leaned in and kissed me again. “Let me make it up to you.” She was inches from my face and her breath was hot on my lips. Marcela stood behind her laughing and I started to have flashbacks of that wonderful hot summer, only now instead of being naked outdoors in the sun, I was wearing winter clothes in my freezing cold kitchen. Belinda kissed me passionately and squeezed my thigh.

Playing along, I just laid back and put my hands behind my head. “I’m sorry Belinda, but it’s too late.” I said in a pouty voice. “I have nothing left to give. It’s too late. Due to your neglect, I’m broken forever. I may never use my penis again.”

“Oh no!” Belinda cried as if she were in a hospital soap opera. “We have to fix him!” she cried as she continued to rub higher on my thigh. Marcela stumbled into the dining room and sat down next to Belinda on the other side of me.

“What seems to be the problem?” Marcela asked dramatically.

Belinda looked up at her with equal showmanship and said “This poor bastard has lost his will to live!”

In a surprise turn, Marcela reached down to Belinda’s waist and grabbed the hem of her sweater and yanked it up to expose her stomach and breasts which were tucked nicely into a black lace bra. “What about now?” Marcela asked.

Belinda laughed, briefly breaking character. Then she went right back to business. She slid her hand further up my thigh and lightly rubbed over the mound of my crotch. “Hmm. It’s too soon to tell.”
Marcela carefully slid her fingers into the left cup of Belinda’s bra and gently pulled out her breast exposing her erect nipple. Belinda continued to rub my crotch as my cock began to harden. “Wait- I think he’s responding!” I was trying to contain my excitement, and also stay in the playful mood by giggling. “We’re going to have to take a closer look.” Belinda continued. She pulled my fly cover to the side and grabbed hold of the zipper of my jeans. She slowly pulled it down, relishing the sound it made. She pulled it all the way down and then slipped her hand into the hole. The air was cold and I felt suddenly vulnerable, but also very aroused.

Marcela watched Belinda’s hand as it found my throbbing cock inside of my jeans. I had a small sense that she wanted to participate like in the old days, but she was engaged now. Then I thought that maybe her logic was that as long as she didn’t touch me and I didn’t touch her, it couldn’t possibly be considered cheating. She could play alongside us and everything would be okay as long as she remained a spectator. As I was watching her, her eyes shot open as if she’d remembered something. “Ooh, wait!” she said, darting to her feet and heading to the living room. I heard her unzip her purse and start fishing around inside of it. Belinda’s fingers were wrapped around my cock, motionless when Marcela came back into the dining room with a digital camera in her hand. She had turned it on and the lens expanded outward as she said “Pictures!– Now poor Johnny won’t have to play with himself anymore without some decent reference material.”

Belinda looked up at her. “What, are we doing a photo shoot now?”

Marcela sat down again next to Belinda and answered “Yes, and I’m the director. Now where were we?” She lifted the camera to her face and peered through the viewfinder down to Belinda, smiling with her hand in my pants. “Oh, yeah!” she said, snapping the first photo of the night. “It’s looking better, but he’s not out of the woods yet.” She was back in her doctor persona. “You have to get him out of those clothes, stat!”

Marcela grabbed me by the hand and pulled me up to help me out of my jacket. As she did, Belinda unfastened my belt and popped the button on my jeans. “Are you two trying to get me naked?” I smiled. Marcela then pulled my sweater up over my head and my t-shirt went right with it. It was freezing cold on that kitchen floor but I didn’t care. I lifted my hips up and Belinda pulled my pants down past my feet, and then removed my socks. Suddenly, I was lying on the kitchen floor, completely naked between the two of them and shivering from both the cold and the anticipation. Marcela sat back and snapped pictures as Belinda wrapped her fingers around my cock and started gently stroking me. “Is this how you did it when you were all alone, Poor Johnny?” she drunkenly joked.

“What kind of stuff do you think about Chico?” Marcela asked from behind the camera. She hadn’t called me that in years. It always drove me crazy when she did. Belinda looked over at her. All I could do was moan. “Do you think about Belin’s tits?” she asked as she reached up the back of Belinda’s sweater and unclasped her bra. She then put the camera down and pulled Belinda’s sweater up over her head and tossed it on the floor. When Belinda’s arms came back down, her bra slid off her shoulders and fell into her lap. Marcela picked the camera back up and snapped a shot of Belinda’s breasts. She then got behind Belinda and wrapped her free arm around Belinda to cup her breast from behind and took a picture from over Belinda’s shoulder. Belinda moaned a little as she reached up for my cock again. She went back to stroking me as Marcela looked down and smiled. “Do you think about her hand going up and down on your big hard cock?” she snapped another pic.

“Yes.” I moaned.

“Do you wanna know what I think about?” Marcela asked. She was now squeezing Belinda’s tit and rolling her nipple between her fingers. “I think about…” she paused as she lay down next to me and propped herself up on her elbow. Her face was right next to my cock as she raised the camera in front of her face and continued. “…all those times I watched Belinda suck your dick.” she said as she glanced up at Belinda. I felt Belinda’s warm lips wrap around the cold steel of my cock, but my eyes were glued to Marcela snapping photos of Belinda as she wrapped her lips around my pole. Marcela had changed somehow. She spoke with confidence, or maybe even authority. Belinda was playing the role of the silent slave girl, just doing whatever she was told. It was so hot and it was driving me crazy!

I reached up to squeeze Belinda’s breast, but Marcela pushed my hand back down to my side. “No touching.” She said. As I put my hand back down behind my head, Marcela reached out and cupped Belinda’s right breast in her hand, and then took a picture as she gave it a squeeze. “Is this what you wanted to do?” she asked looking at me through her lens.

“Yes.” I moaned as Belinda sucked me.

“What else?” she asked me.

“See her ass.” I said.

Marcela reached down to Belinda’s waist and pulled on her belt. She then unbuttoned her jeans. She’d been taking pictures the whole time, but had to put the camera down to get Belinda’s zipper down. She then positioned herself behind Belinda and pulled down her jeans to her knees. After that, she picked up the camera and snapped a photo of the black thong that was tucked into Belinda’s beautiful ass. She continued to circle us, snapping pictures as she went until she finally got back to her seat at Belinda’s side. “What else do you want to do Johnny?”

“I want to squeeze it.” I said.

Marcela reached out and rested her hand on Belinda’s lower back, then rubbed down to her right ass cheek and squeezed it. “Like this?” she asked, taking pictures of her hand rubbing and squeezing Belinda’s ass as Belinda continued to suck me off.

“Yes.”

“What else?” she pressed.

“Kiss her.” I moaned.

Marcela rested her hand and the camera on my stomach, blocking my view. I felt Belinda’s lips leave my cock and the camera flashed. Marcela moved the camera to get the shot from another angle and I saw the two of them tongue kissing as my dick pushed against Belinda’s cheek. I was so turned on at that point that I was shaking. I could only wonder if Marcela could taste me on Belinda’s lips. After taking two more pictures, she pulled away from Belinda and asked me “Now what would you do?” I struggled to think. I wanted to watch them do so many things, but so many of them would mean Belinda taking her mouth off my cock. Thinking quickly, I reached out and grabbed the bottom of Marcela’s shirt and started to pull it up just before she knocked my hand away. “No touching, remember?” she smiled down at me. She then put the camera down and pulled her shirt up and over her head before picking up the camera again. She was wearing a pale yellow bra and her large tan breasts looked incredible underneath. “Did you want to pull my shirt off?” she asked.

“Yeah.” I sighed. Belinda was quickening her pace.

Marcela held the camera out and snapped a photo of herself, now only wearing her bra and jeans. As she aimed the camera back at me she asked “What were you going to do after you took my shirt off? Were you gonna try to touch my tits?” she asked as she slid her hand over her breast.

“No.” I answered. “I just wanted to look.”

“Are you sure?” she asked. “Okay. Then what did you want to do next?”

My mind was racing. I thought back to that wild summer and all of the crazy things we had done together. Finally I answered. “I wanted to rip Belinda’s panties down… Ah! …and rub her asshole.”

“Wow.” Marcela replied. “you guys got kinky!” Belinda was still vigorously sucking my cock as Marcela got behind her again and yanked her panties down to her knees. Belinda then pushed off the ground and Marcela slid her jeans and panties the rest of the way off. She then put her finger in her mouth and wet it as she picked the camera back up with the other hand. She snapped picture after picture as she slid her finger over Belinda’s asshole. Belinda moaned onto my cock as she sucked me with all her might. I was beginning to understand the rules at that point, so I thought I’d have a little fun. I waited patiently for Marcela to ask me what I wanted to do next. Finally, it came.

“So now you’ve got your girlfriend giving you a blowjob. You took off her top and pulled off her panties and you’re rubbing her asshole. So what do you do next Chico?” she asked.

“I would take my bra off.” I smiled at her.

She lowered the camera and looked down at me smiling with seductive eyes. “Clever boy.” She said as she reached behind her back and unclasped her bra. All at once, it popped off and her beautiful breasts hung free. Her nipples pushed hard against the cold night air. She picked up the camera again and went back to rubbing Belinda’s ass as she took a picture of her own tits. I couldn’t take it anymore. I was about to cum and I knew it.

“Oh GOD!” I exclaimed. I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna cum!”

Marcela slipped her finger lower down into Belinda’s pussy as she sucked me hard. She snapped pictures of all the ridiculous faces I made as I filled Belinda’s mouth with cum. It gushed out of her mouth and onto her hand and my cock. Belinda then sat up and I heard a gulp sound. Marcela leaned in and gave her a big wet kiss and when they parted, my cum made a bridge from their lips and Marcela took one final photo of that.

I continued to lie there on my back on the kitchen floor with my head spinning. Marcela popped open the battery door of the camera and pulled out the SD Card. She kissed it, handed it to me and said “Merry Christmas poor Johnny.” Belinda was on her knees still in front of me, but sitting upright now. She was smiling too. I was very content with how the night had panned out. Much to my surprise, it wasn’t over yet.

Marcela pulled Belinda onto her feet and then pulled her in close. Their breasts mashed together as Marcela dumped the batteries out of the camera onto the floor. She then dropped the camera to the ground and pushed her lips into Belinda’s. Their tongues were ravenous as they kissed with reckless passion. Marcela pulled back from her and reached down to the clasp of her belt. She unfastened it, unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans and quickly pulled them off along with her panties and then pulled Belinda into the living room by the hand. I was completely confused and overwhelmingly excited. Once they had disappeared from view I heard Marcela ask from the living room “You coming Chico?”

I scrambled to my feet and walked into the living room. The light was dim and warm. Belinda was standing next to the couch and Marcela had grabbed the throw that was draped over it and was spreading it on the floor in front of the television. She was a whirlwind and Belinda and I were left to try and keep up. She then sat me down on the couch and pulled Belinda down onto the blanket with her.

They were on their knees facing each other at my feet. Marcela took Belinda into her arms and pulled her close. They were both wearing mischievous grins and staring into each other’s eyes as their lips drew closer together. I pulled a cigarette out of my pack I’d left on the arm of the couch and lit it. I took a long pull and watched my two girls sharing a deep kiss. Life was good. I got up and headed to the kitchen to grab the tequila from the freezer. When I returned to the couch they were making out heatedly. Marcela was now pulling on Belinda’s nipple with her fingertips. I unscrewed the bottle and took a pull. It burned in my throat as I handed the bottle to Belinda. She took a swig and handed it over to Marcela.

I guess I had had enough of a break because my cock started to stand up again. As was the theme of the evening, I decided to just go with it. I put the cigarette in my left hand and reached down with my right to grip my cock. Marcela was leaning back taking a chug of Tequila and Belinda had leaned forward to suck oh her tit. “That’s nice.” I said as I stroked my cock.

Belinda looked at me from the corner of her eye and saw what I was doing. “You like that?” she asked, barely leaving Marcela’s nipple uncovered.

“Oh, I like that.” I replied.

Marcela looked over at me as she put the bottle down. “Just like old times.” She smiled. “Why don’t you stand up?” she suggested. “Stroke that dick for us.” I got to my feet and stood beside them. My dick was inches from their faces and I jerked it as they continued to make out. “That’s it Johnny. Jerk that cock.” She said just before going back to kissing Belinda. After a while, she pulled away and grabbed Belinda by the arms and began to turn her around. Now Belinda had her back to Marcela and Marcela wrapped her arms around her. Her left hand was massaging Belinda’s breasts and her right had found its way in between Belinda’s thighs. She gently began rubbing Belinda’s Pussy and they were both watching my hand move up and down my shaft. Then she bent Belinda forward and put her middle finger into her mouth. When she withdrew it, it was gleaming with spit. Belinda was now in front of her on all fours and her ass was sticking up in the air. I kept jacking myself as Marcela started rubbing Belinda’s asshole.

Belinda was moaning and to my surprise, Marcela reached up with her other hand and grabbed me by the cock and pulled me closer to her. She pulled my dick toward her mouth and started to rub it on her lips, mimicking the movements with her finger on Belinda’s asshole. Then she simultaneously pulled my cock into her mouth as she slipped her finger up Belinda’s ass. Belinda and I both moaned aloud in unison and Marcela smiled. She fingered Belinda’s asshole and sucked my cock matching every movement.
She continued to finger Belinda’s ass as she pulled me from her mouth. She gave my cock a gentle tug downward, so I dropped to my knees beside her. Marcela was now jerking me off and still fingering Belinda’s ass. “Belinda, does this feel okay baby?” she asked my girlfriend.

“Uh-huh.” Belinda moaned.

She smiled at me again. “Are you ready for something a little bigger?” Belinda moaned what could only have meant yes. Marcela slid to the side and pulled me behind Belinda. She finally pulled her finger all the way out of Belinda’s ass and pulled my dick toward it. She rested the tip of it on the tight opening of Belinda’s ass and rubbed it up and down. “Johnny’s gonna put his dick in your ass baby. Do you want it?”

I had fingered Belinda’s ass before and she always seemed to like it, but we’d never gone anal before, so I was very surprised when I heard her moan “Do it! Just put it in. Put that fat dick in my ass!” Marcela smiled at me and I needed no further prompting. I grabbed Belinda’s hips and gently eased my way into her. I got it in just past the head and Belinda wailed in pain. I immediately pulled out but she arched her back and moaned “Don’t stop! Put it back in! Put it all the way in!” I eased back in and the ridge of the head of my shaft popped in like a cork. She screamed again but I didn’t pull away. I just kept slowly easing my way in. It was so tight and I couldn’t believe how incredible it felt. Moving slowly and gently, I finally got it all the way in. After that, her muscles relaxed and my cock glided in and out of her asshole smoothly.

I was so focused on the incredible sensation I was feeling that I had lost track of Marcela. She had positioned herself behind me. I felt her wet fingertips slide up my butt crack and graze past my own asshole. It sent another rush of excitement through me. I looked over my shoulder at her and she was smiling up at me and awaiting my response. It was so kinky that I couldn’t resist. I smiled my approval and went back to pumping Belinda’s ass. I then felt Marcela’s wet fingers slide up my crack again, only this time she stopped at my rectum and gently applied some pressure. The feeling was intense. Every nerve in my body was on fire. She massaged my asshole as I filled Belinda’s with my cock. Then I felt her hand slip away. Moments later it was back and now dripping with spit. She slid a finger in between my cheeks and found my asshole again, only this time she didn’t stop there. I felt her finger slide into my asshole and I tensed up and froze, but she didn’t pull it out. I felt her tits push up against my back and then her lips were on my ear. “Just go with it.” She whispered. “Just relax Chico.” I relaxed my body and sat still for a moment. She put her other hand on my balls and gently massaged them as she slowly pushed her finger up my ass. Once she finally got it in, she started to lightly rotate it around and pull it out and back in about an inch. The sensation was so immense that I spasmed. I had never felt anything like it. I eased back into my rhythm in Belinda’s ass and Marcela pushed up on the back wall inside me. That was all I could take.

I filled Belinda’s asshole with what must have been the biggest load of my entire life. With each burst, Marcela would push harder and somehow, more cum would shoot out of me. Belinda was now moaning too and I felt her asshole tense around my cock as it milked every drop out of me. Then I heard Marcela’s voice in my ear again. “Yeah Johnny! Fill her ass up.” I felt the last bit drip from me and I let my cock slide out of her. As it did, a river of white cum spewed out and dripped down her pussy. “Look at that.” Marcela said.

My cock was somehow still as hard as a rock. Belinda fell down onto her side and looked up at me. “Oh my God, I can’t believe we just did that.” She sighed. I had almost forgotten that Marcela still had her finger in my ass. Just as Belinda finished saying it, Marcela pushed on that little button again and another stream of white cum shot out of me and sprayed onto Belinda’s stomach. “Whoa!” Belinda exclaimed. Then she saw Marcela slip her finger out and her eyes lit up. “Oh my God! Did you stick your finger up his ass?!?” I dropped down and sat on the heels of my feet.

Marcela crawled toward Belinda on all fours. “Did you like that?” she asked as she scooped my cum off of Belinda’s tummy with her fingertip. She then rubbed the finger on Belinda’s lips before kissing her. They shared my cum in a kiss before Marcela broke away and bent down to Belinda’s stomach. She licked the rest of my cum off of her stomach and then took it in her mouth back up to Belinda’s. She held her head above Belinda’s and let my cum dribble down. Belinda saw what she was doing, so she opened her mouth and received my cum from Marcela’s mouth. Then they kissed again.

Finally Belinda stood up and said she was going to the bathroom to clean up. By then my cum was dripping out of her ass and down her legs. She disappeared around the corner and I leaned against the couch dazed. Marcela was sitting on her knees in front of me. We were smiling at each other and I saw her gaze drop downward. I looked down and saw what she was looking at. My cock was still standing straight up! I looked up to smile at her only to find that she was crawling toward me. She knelt with her knees between my feet. She put her hands on my thighs as she leaned forward. Her face was very close to mine and I oddly felt uncomfortable. I could tell she wanted to kiss me.

Despite all of the intimate things we had done together, we had never kissed, and we had never done anything without Belinda around. I could hear water running in the bathroom. Before I could think about it any longer, she leaned into me and we were kissing.

She was a much more aggressive kisser than Belinda and there was an undeniable passion between us. Suddenly, nothing else mattered. I felt her body moving closer. She brought her legs up and straddled me. I felt her hand grab hold of my cock and she guided me into her. She slid down onto me and I was suddenly inside of her. My face was buried in her tits and she rode my cock there by the couch. She leaned back and put her hands on my face. I looked up into her eyes as she bounced gracefully. She stroked my cheek and said to me in the softest of whispers “I love you.”

My response was immediate. There was no denying it and there was no reason to. “I love you too.” She pressed her lips to mine and we kissed deeply and passionately as she kept bucking on my cock. I truly was in love with her. Had I lost my mind?

We heard the water turn off followed shortly by footsteps making their way through the kitchen. She pushed her tongue into my mouth hard one last time before pulling away and arching her back. Belinda walked in and Marcela was leaning back and grinding my cock with her pussy. I didn’t know if Belinda was going to be upset, although, that would have seemed a bit of a late reaction considering. My girl didn’t say a word. She just walked in and sat down on the floor facing us.

She watched Marcela bounce up and down on my cock and then she spread her legs and started fingering herself. Marcela had turned to look at her and they both smiled. Marcela then reached over and slipped her finger into Belinda’s pussy and withdrew it, now wet with her juices. She reached behind her back and slipped the wet finger into her own asshole. She moaned and panted as she fucked me and fingered her asshole. Then suddenly she rose off of me and turned on all fours toward Belinda. “I wanna taste you.” She said. Belinda laid back, propping herself up on her elbows and spread her legs wide.

Marcela’s ass was in my face as she bent down and pushed her tongue inside Belinda’s cunt. I leaned forward and licked her from her pussy up to her asshole. I then rose to my knees behind her and slid my cock into her wet pussy. As I fucked her, her face pounded into Belinda’s cunt and they were both moaning with pleasure. Marcela put her palm just above her ass crack and spread her cheeks apart with her fore and ring fingers before massaging her asshole with the middle finger. She slid the finger in and worked it in as far as it would go. Belinda was lost in her own pleasure. She didn’t notice Marcela reaching back and pulling my cock out of her pussy and jerking it. Then she started rubbing the tip of it on her asshole. She wanted me to put it in. She wanted me to fuck her in the ass and she didn’t want Belinda to know about it. We were playing a dangerous game. I gently eased my cock into her asshole and she managed to not squeal.

She kept eating Belinda’s pussy while I pummeled her ass. We were all enjoying ourselves and I couldn’t shake the strange feelings I was having toward Marcela. She was engaged and here she was with her tongue in my girlfriend’s pussy and my dick in her ass. I was fucking her hard by then and felt my last load of the evening building up at the base of my cock. I grabbed a handful of her hair and pushed my dick deep into her ass all the way up to my balls and I felt a hot spray of cum pulse through my cock and deep into Marcela’s asshole. She howled into Belinda’s mound as I filled her bum with cream.

The three of us took a shower together and then went to my bedroom. We were all kissing and embracing naked between the sheets when I heard my roommates get home. After a while Belinda drifted off to sleep. Marcela and I didn’t say anything. We just stared at each other and kissed in the dark as quietly as we could.

The next morning we all woke up with mean hangovers. We laughed and smiled and eventually got dressed. I took them both back to Belinda’s place and Marcela got in her car and left. I told Belinda I would see her later and kissed her goodbye. When I got home I was surprised to see Marcela’s car in my driveway. She was sitting on my front porch.

She apologized for telling me that she loved me, but that she really did feel that way. I told her I did too.
We talked there on the porch for almost an hour about having these tremendous feelings for each other, but how it was an impossible situation. I had been dating her best friend for 6 years and she was engaged. She put her arms around me and kissed me again. Then she stood up and took me by the hand and led me back to my bedroom. We shared some passionate kisses before stripping each other down. We made love for the first time without Belinda being there. It was completely perfect.

When it was all said and done, Marcela kissed me goodbye. She went back to her parent’s house and I took a shower and went over to see Belinda. When I got there she asked me what I had been up to all afternoon.

“Nothing.” I said. “Nothing at all.”

TO BE CONCLUDED…

AUTHOR’S REQUEST: “WHAT NEXT?” I wrote a list of the most exciting sexual experiences of my life and have been using it as a guideline to write these stories. So far I have told them in the order that they happened. The fourth part of this story actually takes place a great number of years after this one and there are a few other stories in between. So my question to you is “Do you want me to skip ahead and write Part 4 next, or should I continue chronologically? Please leave any suggestions as comments. Thanks for reading and I hope you have enjoyed my stories so far.

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Chapter 8 of the ‘My History Teacher’ series is finally here! Kelly and Emily bring a special guest into their bedroom (per request of mature gina who has kept up with the series and offered very helpful commentary on my writing, thank you) along with taking on a few big milestones that of course always end up (or start) with hot smutty sex (; Please read and comment your thoughts along with submitting your votes!

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“Kelly, I have to leave.”

I insist as Kelly’s lips run over my neck and the bulge in her pants grinds against my ass. Kelly smiles against my skin and flicks her tongue teasingly over my earlobe. I whimper and close my eyes for some semblance of control. I was supposed to be leaving for my morning classes at Stanford right now which no one should miss. Especially if you’re trying to be an attorney. But Kelly had surprised me with a whole night of hot, hot loving and then this morning. Seems she’s not satiable these days. We had moved out here last year once I got into Stanford and she gave me a promise ring. She got a new job at the local high school and sold her parent’s house to buy our own. We were both in love with it when the realtor brought us to the open house. My parents know I’m out, which they were surprisingly okay with, and they know I’m dating but Kelly agreed that we should wait another year or so to introduce her to them.

“You can be a little late. Come on, Em.”

Kelly whispers into my ear as her hands push down on the waistband of my jeans. My jeans are still buttoned so the cloth of the denim bites into my hips. I don’t even know how I got dressed this morning. She was probably planning how she was going to take off all my clothes while she watched me dress. My will power is deteriorating and she knows it. I groan in frustration and drop my bag. Kelly chuckles and helps me tug down my jeans after I’ve unbuttoned them. Kelly pulls down her sweatpants enough to reveal the strap on underneath and smirks when she reaches between my legs to feel my pussy lips coated in arousal. I reach between my own legs to grab her hand.

“You want this so fuck me, damn it.”

I growl to her over my shoulder. Kelly retracts her hand and positions our favorite dildo at my entrance.

“Your pretty little pussy seems to want me to fuck you too.”

Kelly teases and slams into me. I gasp sharply and bang my hands against the front door to keep myself from falling over. Yes, we are fucking in the foyer. She runs her hands underneath my shirt to cup my breasts while I adjust to the size.

“Bitch.”

I mumble and tap her arm to let her know she can move. Kelly’s hand finds it’s way into my hair and jerks my head back as her hips pump quickly in and out of me.

“What was that?”

Kelly asks as I nearly scream at her fast pace. I moan and shake my head as I try to meet her thrusts.

“N-Nothing!”

I yelp out as her hand tugs at my hair. Kelly releases my hair and grabs my hips. I pant harshly as constant moans spill from my lips. Kelly grunts behind me and pushes down on my back to bend me down further. I moan loudly at the new angle. It allows the dildo to push deep enough inside me to brush my g-spot. It ALWAYS makes me cum hard and fast. One of her hands reaches around my hip to stroke my clit roughly. I whimper and claw at the door.

“Oh Fuck! Don’t stop! Yes, yes, YES! RIGHT THERE!”

I scream. A sudden knock at the door makes her freeze. I debate if I should make her pull out of me but the dildo, still buried deeply inside of me, brushes against my g-spot again and I quickly say fuck it. I groan and continue to move my hips back. My orgasm is only a few thrusts and strokes away, no one is stopping me from cumming.

“DON’T YOU DARE FUCKING STOP KELLY!”

I growl. Kelly moans at my obvious wanton state and starts moving her hips and fingers again. I throw my head back on my shoulders and tighten around the shaft inside of me. Kelly groans when she meets resistance inside of me from my squeezing but continues to fuck me the best she can. My eyes roll back in my head and I cry out in orgasm. My whole body is rocked so hard I feel it in my toes and I shudder. Kelly doesn’t stop fucking me till I reach down and tap her forearm. Both of us pant desperately for breath as another knock reverberates against my palms. Kelly eases out of me as I glare daggers at the door.

“Are you fucking serious?”

I ask incredulously and turn to her, fixing my bra and shirt. Kelly frowns down at her sweatpants that show a large wet spot on her crotch. I chuckle and lean in to give her a peck on the lips.

“That’s what you get for spontaneous sex in the foyer Kelly.”

I tease and pull up my panties and jeans. Kelly glares at me playfully and starts to respond when another knock bangs against the door. Kelly smiles mischievously and before I can stop her she escapes upstairs to leave me to deal with whoever this insolent asshole at the front door is. I groan and yell after her.

“Kelly!”

She doesn’t respond or come back so I open the door with a glare. A beautifully stunning brunette stands on the other side, my glare wavers. She smirks and scans her eyes down my body.

“Hi.”

She says. I clear my throat as a blush creeps up onto my face.

“Uh, hi. Can I help you?”

I ask. The brunette glances past me with a smile before looking back.

“Yeah, I’m Riley Dennison. I’m a friend of the woman I think just made you scream so the whole neighborhood, possibly the world, could hear you.”

Riley smirks and I glare softly. That’s too smug of a smirk for my liking.

“You’re a friend of Kelly’s?”

I ask to change the subject but I hear footsteps behind me and turn to see Kelly pulling a new shirt over her head while she walks down the stairs. At the mention of her name she furrows her brow and comes up behind me. Her face lights up the second she sees the brunette, brushing past me to greet her.

“Riley! Oh my God! What are you doing here? You should be in Africa!”

Kelly exclaims as her arms wrap around the brunette’s shoulders. Riley smiles and hugs my girlfriend back.

“What? I can’t come see my best friend every once in a while?”

Riley says and Kelly pulls back from the hug to scoff.

“Try years. I can’t believe you were knocking on my door-“

Riley interrupts Kelly with a smirk in my direction.

“When you were fucking your new student toy on the other side? Me either.”

Riley smiles when I growl. Kelly quickly steps in front of me to stop me from strangling the other woman. Kelly links our fingers together and shakes her head.

“Oh, um, no. This is Emily. My girlfriend, I don’t have sex…with my students…anymore.”

Kelly explains and sends a wink to me. I relax slightly and smile softly at my blonde. Riley’s jaw drops and her eyebrows skyrocket to her hairline.

“You’ve got to be kidding me? Kelly Harper was pinned down by a fetus?”

Riley asks incredulously and Kelly squeezes my hand. I glare at Riley.

“She’s not a fetus, stop being so mean. I love her. We have this house together. I moved out here for her. She’s attending Stanford Law, you know? First in her class.”

Kelly says proudly and leans over to kiss me on the cheek. I give her an eye roll and she smirks. Riley smiles at us.

“Well, my apologies Lawyer Emily.”

Riley chuckles. I roll my eyes again. Kelly steps back to let Riley in and I close the door behind her.

“Why are you seriously here Riley?”

Kelly asks curiously as she drops my hand to leads us into the kitchen. Riley leans against the counter as I lean against the door frame that connects to the sitting room.

“I came back from Africa a month ago. I should’ve called, I know but there was so much going on. Dad got sick again. A tumor on his kidney. It was pretty bad for a while but he’s stable now and the doctor said he would be for a while. So, Mom told me to come visit you up here. I’m only staying until tomorrow morning because I don’t want to be away for too long.”

Riley admits. My heart aches for her. Kelly deflates physically and moves in to give the brunette a hug but Riley rejects it.

“Oh God, no hugs. I get so many from my mom’s friends. I swear they all smell like cheese and medicine.”

Riley wrinkles her nose and Kelly backs off with a chuckle. I can tell Riley isn’t the type of person to receive affection. I walk over to give Kelly a quick kiss.

“I’m going to call in sick. You’ve already made me late so it won’t matter much.”

I tell her and Kelly frowns but I know she’s not sad. She often takes pleasure in making me late with her devilish antics.

“Oh, you sure?”

Kelly asks and I give her a smile.

“Yeah, Kayla will give me copies for whatever we learn. Thanksgiving break starts tomorrow anyway so I’m hoping there isn’t a lot. I’m going to go change back into pj’s.”

I smile at a smirking Riley before walking back upstairs. I call my school then change quickly before walking back downstairs. Kelly’s laugh rings through our house at something Riley said. I walk into the kitchen to see them sitting on the counter. I smile and take my place by the door.

“So I got my ass out of that damn jungle and never looked back! God! I wish you could’ve been there, Kel!”

Riley says excitedly. Kelly smiles and looks at me.

“Yeah, well I was having my own adventures around then.”

Kelly winks at me and motions me towards her. Riley smirks as I walk to my girlfriend.

“So, assuming you’re fairly young, Kelly picked you up from your old high school?”

Riley asks. I chuckle and look up Kelly.

“Yep. Senior year was most definitely my favorite.”

I bite my lip and Kelly leans down to press a soft yet slow kiss to my lips. I hum softly in contentment when she pulls away. Kelly pushes a few strands of hair back behind my ear with a smirk.

“I saw her and I knew I had to have her. When I did, I couldn’t just let her go.”

Kelly muses and looks back to Riley, as do I. Riley is biting her lip and looking me up and down.

“Yeah…I can see why.”

Riley smirks at Kelly who slaps her on the arm. I blush lightly from the blatant staring.

“Hey, stop eyeing my girlfriend.”

Kelly says with a chuckle. Riley rolls her eyes.

“You’ve got a hot girlfriend with a nice set of lungs on her!- Oh! We should have a threesome!”

Riley suggests excitedly with a gleam of lust in her eyes. Kelly immediately laughs but my eyes widen in surprise. Riley smirks at me before looking at Kelly and bumping shoulders.

“I’m serious. Just like old times, yeah?”

Riley sends my girlfriend a wink and I glare instantly at a pale looking Kelly.

“I’m sorry, just like old times?”

I ask angrily. I’m obviously jealous and angry but that flies right over Riley’s head as she continues to talk.

“Oh, yeah! We met by hooking up in college. It was so awkward it was painful! So, we decided to be friends instead. Shared a few girls those last nights of college, trying to see who could make her scream the loudest. I won most of the time.”

Riley says proudly. I clench my jaw and try to fight the urge to pull Kelly out of the room by her damn ear. Kelly swallows hard and finally looks me in the eyes, looking like a guilty teenage boy that just got caught ogling a titty magazine.

“I-It was a long time ago Em. It didn’t mean anything…I love you.”

Kelly tacks on at the end hopefully. I huff and glare hard at her.

“I thought you told me about everyone you had been with about a year ago when we had that big fight. You know, when we ran into one of your old “special’ students?”

I sneer angrily. Close to a year ago Kelly and I had run into Sara, the special student, who had practically thrown herself at Kelly the first chance she got. It took all I had then not to murder that bitch. Kelly got lucky with fucking me so good that night that I forgave her…after my big rant of course. Kelly gulps loudly and takes my hands into hers.

“I forgot about Riley. I promise I told you about everyone I could remember. Please don’t be angry.”

Kelly pleads and gives me a pitiful smile that almost makes me give in but Riley starts talking again.

“Relax Emily. We can all hop in bed together. I’m serious. You’re smoking hot and I haven’t gotten laid in a month. I can’t see it hurting anything because you’re obviously in love. Give me a chance to have some fun.”

Riley smiles charmingly at me. I sigh and look at Kelly who raises her eyebrow at my silence. I bite my lip and Kelly’s eyes widen in surprise when she realizes I am seriously thinking about the brunette’s offer. I clear my throat and look back to Riley.

“Give us a few hours to talk about it. You can come over for lunch. We’ll eat together and if we decide to have a threesome it’ll happen, if not we’ll just hang out.”

I propose. Kelly’s jaw drops and Riley smiles.

“Deal. I have to go set up my hotel so I’ll be back at 12. See you two later.”

Riley winks and hops off the counter and saunters to the door. I turn to Kelly who is glaring at me.

“I can’t believe you. First, you’re angry because I slept with Riley and now you want to sleep with her?”

Kelly asks in confusion. I wrap my arms around her waist which she ignores with an eye roll.

“I love you, Kelly. I will never want anyone else but you but…I’m 19 and the most experience I have is with you and that stupid jock from junior year.”

I say. I’ve thought about that a few times. By the look on Kelly’s face, she hasn’t.

“So…what? Do you want to experience other women? Huh? Do you plan on picking up some girls from your school?”

Kelly asks rhetorically and angrily. I sigh and close my eyes.

“If we do this, I get to explore something else and still love you like I never have before. Riley is pretty much emotionally stunted so none of us are getting attached. Trust me on this, Kelly.”

I bring a hand up to brush back a few strands of hair. Kelly softens and finally wraps her arms around my neck.

“I know we started this when you were young so I guess I’m just waiting for you to leave me for something better.”

Kelly mumbles insecurely. I smile and swiftly connect our lips in a soft kiss.

“There is no one better than my Kelly Harper.”

I whisper softly and it makes Kelly smile. She cups my cheeks and gives me another kiss.

“Okay. We’ll have a threesome with Riley, but I have some rules.”

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“Hey. So are we having a threesome or not?”

Riley greets Kelly at the door. Kelly chuckles and motions her inside.

“Yes, but we have to set some rules first. Come on we have sandwiches in the kitchen.”

Riley pumps her fist in the air and follows excitedly. Kelly smiles at me and then at Riley.

“Okay, what are your rules?”

Riley asks and straddles a chair backward. Kelly smiles and leans against the kitchen table.

“1, no ass play. 2, no spitting. 3, no slapping unless it’s on the ass. Other than that, it’s free rein. Oh!- and the safe word is Africa just in case anyone gets uncomfortable.”

Kelly finishes. I raise my eyebrow at Riley who seems to contemplate the rules.

“You’re sure about the ass play?”

Riley asks and I laugh. Kelly softly runs her fingers through my hair.

“Yes. Em is still a virgin in that particular section and she would rather have us do that together, alone.”

I blush slightly and Riley pouts. She eventually sighs and stands up from the chair.

“Okay, I agree to your rules. Show me your bedroom.”

Riley smirks. I take her hand to lead her upstairs with Kelly following behind.

“Shame, she has a really nice ass.”

I faintly hear behind me. I look over my shoulder to see both women staring at my ass and roll my eyes.

“And all you get to do is smack it so no funny idea’s.”

I tell Riley with a smirk. A hand connects with my ass as expected but it still makes me jump slightly. Riley chuckles and I release her hand once we reach the bedroom.

“Okay, so considering you two are pro’s at this you should tell me what to do.”

I say when I turn around to them. Riley glances at Kelly and the blonde gives her a nod. Riley smiles at me and cups my cheek.

“One would kiss the other.”

Riley says softly and leans in. I close my eyes and her lips touch mine. There soft but not like Kelly’s. Riley pulls back and gives me another smile.

“Then someone else would come in.”

We look to Kelly who walks towards us. Kelly smiles and kisses me softly and lovingly. A reassurance. Riley leans in again to press a kiss to my jaw.

“And then it gets a little hot and heavy.”

Riley smiles against my skin and trails kisses down my neck. I hum softly and pull Kelly back in to kiss me. She smiles against my lips and wraps an arm around my hip to pull me closer. Riley removes her lips from my neck and slides in behind me.

“And we take your clothes off.”

Riley husks into my ear. Kelly pulls off my shirt then bites her lip as she looks at my chest. Riley kisses my neck again.

“And more.”

Riley’s fingers unfasten my bra and pull it down my arms. I should be shy considering Riley is here with us but Kelly’s reaction makes me feel desired. Kelly moans softly and steps forward to cup my breast. Riley teases my earlobe with her teeth and a moans spills from my lips. Riley smiles and cups my other breast from behind. I hiss softly and close my eyes. Their hands tease and play with my nipples and I arch into their touches with a moan.

“Fuck.”

I whisper when Riley’s teeth nip at my shoulder. Kelly chuckles and kisses me again.

“Do you like that, Em? When we both touch you?”

Kelly teases and pulls at my pert nipple. I whimper and clench my thighs together to lessen the throbbing, it doesn’t work. Riley moans behind me and reaches around me with both hands to tug at Kelly’s tank top.

“Mmm, you picked a girl who likes dirty talk. Take this off.”

Riley instructs to Kelly. Kelly smirks at me and strips off her tank top, already without a bra.

“Of course she does, a lot.”

Kelly whispers and reaches over my shoulder to cup Riley’s chin in her palm, kissing the brunette softly. Riley hums and licks her lips after pulling away.

“You’re sexy as hell Kel.”

Riley compliments before cupping both of my breasts and pinching my nipples. I gasp softly and turn my head just enough to connect my lips with Riley’s. Her hand drifts lower to cup me through my shorts and squeeze my heated sex. I moan and break the kiss to shove down my shorts. Instead of letting Riley take me into her arms again I turn and pull off her shirt. Kelly’s hands find my hips as she steps closer to me, both of us staring with lustful eyes at Riley’s well-endowed rack. Her taut nipples grazing my back makes me shiver. Riley smirks and pushes down her pants.

“Kelly…I want those pants off asap.”

Riley instructs while narrowing her eyes. Kelly lets out a light laugh before releasing her grip on my hips. I move forward to kiss Riley and caress her breasts with eager hands They’re perky and full, delicious. Kelly kisses my shoulder and lightly smacks my ass, making me squeak softly and jump. Riley pulls back from the kiss with a smirk.

“Bed.”

Riley mutters before briefly kissing Kelly. I eagerly lay on the bed first. Both women stop to stare and I blush.

“Don’t leave me hanging ladies.”

I tease and spread my legs to show them my glistening pussy. Kelly licks her lips with a groan and nudges Riley with her elbow.

“I-I’ll take the top. You take the bottom.”

Riley nods her head and drops to her knees in front of me. My breath catches and I look up Kelly who trails her fingers over my chest.

“Relax. Let us take care of you.”

Kelly murmurs and captures my lips in a slow, heated kiss. I moan and slide my fingers into her hair. Lips caress my thigh and not only do my moans grow but so does the throbbing in my clit. I spread my legs farther and reach down blindly to tangle my fingers in Riley’s soft brown hair, pulling her mouth against me. I break away from the kiss with Kelly to moan deeply. Kelly smirks and leans down to suck on my nipples. Riley groans and grips my thighs with strong hands, pulling me closer to eat me out. My hand finds Kelly’s to give her a strong squeeze and my hips grind against Riley’s face.

“H-Holy fuck.”

I groan out and release Kelly’s hand to grab her hip.

“Sit on my face.”

I breathe out and Kelly raises her head from my breasts with a smile. I moan and arch my back again from Riley’s tongue teasing my clit. Kelly straddles my face backward so she can watch Riley work. I wrap my arms around her thighs and whine at the loss of the brunette’s tongue from her leaning up to kiss Kelly. I hear Riley’s soft chuckle.

“Your girl is so needy for us Kel. Should we show her some dual action?”

My mind blanks with a moan at the sheer thought of both of them going down on me.

“Yes, but I think she’ll only last a few seconds with both of us.”

Kelly teases and I lick her clit roughly in response. She simply moans and bends down to swipe at my own clit. I groan and start to eat her out. When another tongue brushes my entrance I cry out. I hear two distinct chuckles from the women above me before both tongues start at me again. I groan and shut my eyes as tight as I can but continue to eat Kelly out. My blonde moans against me and pulls back briefly, murmuring something to Riley. Riley moans and the next thing I know two fingers are teasing my soaked entrance. I gasp and arch my back to take them. Riley complies and pushes her fingers inside me, moaning with me. Kelly’s tongue starts licking me again and I dive back in. My hips can’t help but grind and twitch against these two women, needing more. Riley’s fingers pump faster and I throw my head back against the mattress with a desperate cry.

“PLEASE!”

I scream. Kelly moans and sucks hard on my clit while Riley curls her fingers to reach my sweet spot. I come undone. My back arches so high I nearly buck Kelly off of me and my thighs clench around my blonde’s head. I see fucking stars because of them and I have to push at Kelly’s side to get her to stop. Riley soon catches on and pulls out her fingers. I pant for air as Kelly rolls off of me and Riley finally climbs onto the bed. My eyes are closed so when I hear sucking and licking I open my eyes to find Riley straddling Kelly’s face, grinding herself down with a moan. I moan and move closer to them, kissing Riley softly, moaning at the taste of myself, before interlocking my fingers with Kelly’s and moving between her legs. I moan at the familiar taste of her and spread her legs wider. Riley throws her head back and palms Kelly’s breasts roughly.

“Yes! Right there Kel! Don’t stop!”

Riley cries out. Mmm, seems like Riley is anything but a pillow princess. I work harder on Kelly’s clit and push two fingers inside of her sopping cunt. I hear a moan come from my blonde before it is covered by a louder one from Riley. And she says I have a set of lungs. I groan and thrust into Kelly as fast as I can. Her hand tightens it’s grip on mine and Riley arches her back with one hand buried in blonde hair to keep Kelly close.

“AH! FUCK, FUCK, FUCK! KELLY!”

Riley screams and jerks against Kelly’s face. Kelly moans and her hips start to buck for release. I moan deeply against her clit and curl my fingers. Her body arches and her face pulls away from Riley’s pussy, juices streaking her chin and mouth.

“YES!”

Kelly screams as her orgasm hits her. I moan and slow my fingers inside of her contracting pussy. Kelly shakes and gasps in breath after breath desperately. Riley rolls off of her and flops back on the bed. I finally release Kelly’s clit and take out my fingers, pressing a small kiss to her thigh. I move up to kiss her lightly, groaning at the taste of Kelly and Riley mixed together. I recognize the throb between my legs again and I look at Riley hungrily. I climb over Kelly and spread a still dazed Riley’s legs. Riley moans and looks down at me when I take her clit into my mouth. She’s so sweet. I lock eyes with her and run my tongue up and down her slit slowly. She groans and looks at Kelly.

“She’s a tease.”

Riley breathes out and bucks her hips. I moan and flick her clit. Kelly chuckles and straddles the back of my thighs. She leans forward and slides all my hair onto one shoulder, her lips brush my ear as I continue to eat out Riley.

“Oh, I am a worse tease. Isn’t that right, Emily?”

The way she says my name sends a shiver down my spine. Kelly sinks her teeth into my ear lobe and I whimper. I suck hard on Riley’s clit and it makes the brunette arch beautifully. Kelly pulls my head back by my hair and I gasp before her lips crash against mine. I hear Riley’s frustrated groan and pull away to look at her. The brunette is staring down at us with very sexually frustrated eyes. Kelly chuckles and taps my hip.

“Make her cum Em and lift your hips.”

Kelly instructs and I eagerly dive back between Riley’s legs to make her come undone while raising my hips and spreading my legs for Kelly. Her fingers immediately push into my cunt and I moan deeply against Riley. Riley reaches down and uses one hand to tangle in my hair to keep me against her, probably not wanting me to pull away until she has cum again. Kelly pumps harder and faster, forcing me to give all the concentration I have into sucking and flicking Riley’s throbbing clit. I can tell she’s close when her thighs start to tighten around my head and her moans become high pitched. I flick her bundle of nerves harder and faster, moaning myself as Kelly’s fingers continue to piston in and out of me. Riley arches her back and tensed, her fingers tightening in my hair.

“Son of a bitch! Yes!”

Riley screams out as she cums. Her hips grind against my face. I groan and attempt to clench my thighs, needing my release but Kelly spreads my legs wider. I whimper and pull away to moan desperately against Riley’s thigh.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck. Don’t stop!”

I groan out, thrusting back hungrily onto Kelly’s fingers. Kelly leans over me panting into my ear.

“That’s right Em. Cum for me like the good girl you are.”

My jaw drops at Kelly’s words with a deep moan, my forehead pressed to Riley’s slick thigh. My muscles start to flutter around Kelly’s fingers and she only fucks me faster. My toes curl and I bite into Riley’s thigh to hold back my scream of ecstasy. Riley shrieks quietly and Kelly chuckles very faintly in my ears, while I come undone with a mind blowing orgasm. I pant for breath as Kelly stills her fingers and shivers run down my spine in the aftershocks. Kelly kisses my shoulders before pulling out and rolling onto her back next to Riley and I. Riley runs her fingers through my hair and I smile up at her, gently grazing the bite mark on her thigh that I’m sure will eventually bruise and hurt like a bitch.

“Sorry about this.”

I apologize and softly kiss the mark. Riley smirks and shrugs.

“I don’t mind. Come up here.”

Riley says and takes my hand. I crawl up between them and lay down with my back to Riley, intertwining my fingers with Kelly’s.

“Thank you.”

I whisper to her and lean forward to press my lips against hers. Kelly smiles and I turn my head to give a kiss to Riley also.

“And thank you, also.”

I smirk and Riley nods her head with a matching smirk.

“Don’t mention it.”

Riley teases and runs her hand over my hip to grab my thigh.

“I want another round before I have to head back to the hotel. Do you ladies have any toys I can drill you with?”

Riley asks in a husky whisper against her neck, hooking my leg over her hip to spread me wide. I close my eyes and moan, arching into her. Heat running through my veins as if I didn’t just have a crazy hard orgasm a few seconds ago. Kelly moves closer and crashes her lips against mine, biting my lip with a groan. I moan and wrap my arm around Kelly’s neck, grinding back against the brunette behind me.

“Go get the strap on Kelly.”

I whisper against soft lips, dragging my thumb over her bottom lip. Kelly sucks my thumb into her mouth with a moan.

“I’ll get them both.”

I moan deeply and lean back against Riley wantonly open for both of them. Riley cups my breast with one hand and plays with my taut nipple. Kelly moves off the bed to our closet as I close my eyes again.

“Would you like that? Hmm? Taking both strap-ons? Too bad you can’t take them at the same time. One in this pretty ass of yours while the other is buried deep in your wet cunt.”

Riley whispers into my ear. I gasp softly and open my eyes to look at Kelly. Kelly chuckles naughtily and holds up two harnesses with dildos strapped to them. They are fairly the same size and length but nothing close to small enough for my virgin ass.

“Oh no no. These would be far too large for Emily’s cute ass.”

Kelly husks as she tosses one strap on onto the bed. Riley kisses my neck one last time before moving out from behind me to grab the strap on. I watch both women dress in them while biting my lip. Kelly finishes first and leans over the bed to connect our lips in a light kiss.

“I want you on your hands and knees.”

Kelly whispers softly. I moan and do as she says, offering her a great view of my eager cunt, spreading my legs wider for her. Kelly groans and gropes my ass. I lick my lips and look at Riley who has been stroking the cock between her legs with a smirk. I curl my finger at her in a ‘come hither’ motion and pat the spot in front of me. Riley bites her lip and kneels in front of me. Kelly lines the dildo up with my opening and teases my entrance. I moan and push back. Riley slides her fingers into my hair and places the dildo against my lips.

“Open up that hot mouth of yours.”

Riley husks. I moan and take the plastic cock into my mouth. Kelly suddenly pushes inside of me and I groan around the dildo in my mouth.

“Mmm, damn Emily.”

Riley groans as she watches me take the dildo deeper into my mouth and give her an expert blow job. I know, how would I know anything about an expert blow job with my hot GIRLFRIEND? Thing is, Kelly really loves blowjobs when she wears the strap on and has told me just how she likes it. Kelly thrusts into me roughly, knowing exactly how I like it when she wears the cock. Kelly pauses to move her foot onto the bed for a better angle before fucking me hard again. I gasp around the dick in my mouth and pull away to push back against my blonde.

“Yes! Just like that Kelly!”

I groan out. Riley leads my mouth back to her cock and slowly fucks my mouth. I moan and groan around the silicon dick as Kelly fucks me harder. Everything happening, this threesome with all the stimuli, it’s driving me insane. It doesn’t take long for me to be close to the edge. Kelly whispers something to Riley and the brunette pulls out of my mouth. I gasp when Kelly yanks me back flush against her by my hair and her hand traps mine behind my back. Her hips still against me and she kisses my neck. I moan deeply because I know the new angle will hit my g-spot so perfectly when she starts fucking me again. Riley moves close to us and kisses me roughly, making sure the tip of the cock rubs my sensitive clit.

“HOLY FUCK.”

I cry out when Kelly starts thrusting into me again and I’m forced to break the kiss with the brunette. Her lips brush against my ear.

“You like that? When I fuck you so rough like this with a guest in our bed? Look at her.”

Kelly orders. I whimper and open my eyes to look at Riley watching me hungrily.

“She wants to fuck you so bad Em. Do you want her cock in your pussy? Are you going to take it like a little bitch?”

Kelly scrapes her teeth over my ear lobe and I whimper, nearly hyperventilating at this point. When I don’t respond, because breathing moaning and whimpering is so much effort already, Kelly pulls my head back by my hair and sends a rough and pleasurable thrust into my soaking wet pussy.

“Answer me!”

Kelly hisses into my ear and her fingers dig into my wrists. Riley stops teasing my clit and leans forward to bite my neck and mark me. I cry out and arch into her touch.

“Yes! I’m going to take it like a bitch! Please! Don’t stop Kelly- Riley, please!”

I beg Kelly first then Riley who in return palms my breast with one hand and resumes the teasing on my clit. I moan and grind back onto Kelly’s cock as much as I can.

“Make her cum so I can have my turn Kel. I want her to ride me.”

Riley growls lustfully. Kelly starts pumping her hips again. I gasp at the brunette’s words and Kelly’s thrusts. It’s so rough and dirty that I’m shaking in seconds so on edge that a tear slips down my cheek.

“Please, please, please, please…”

I beg desperately. Riley presses her body to mine, her dildo rubbing my clit as she rolls her hips.

“Cum.”

Riley hisses and pinches and pulls at my nipples. I throw my head back and scream, the waves of my orgasm crashing down on me as hard as my pussy squeezing the plastic. Kelly nips at my shoulder through pants with her hips never faltering. My thighs squeeze trying to close and I nearly fall onto Riley when I start losing my balance. Kelly quickly catches me around the waist with both arms and pulls me tight against her. I grab one of her forearms and Riley’s shoulder. Kelly kisses my back softly as I come down from my orgasm. Riley gently leads my face to hers for a quick kiss. I smile and tap Kelly’s arm to let her know she can pull out now. I groan and let myself flop onto the bed. Riley chuckles and takes my hand.

“Ah, ah, ah Ms. Lawyer. You’re going to ride me.”

Riley smirks. I smile and let her pull me onto her. She lines her cock up with my entrance and rolls her hips but doesn’t push deeper. I bite my lip and cup my breasts while looking down at her. That spurs her into motion. Riley moans and pushes inside of me slowly. I moan and let my head roll back on my shoulders. Riley had gotten the luck of the draw with getting the wider strap on. It fills me completely.

“Fuck, look at you, Emily. Do you like how deep you’re taking me?”

Riley husks as she grabs my hips and fills me to the hilt with her cock. I gasp and reach down to steady myself on her abs. I bite my lip and look down at her.

“God, yes.”

I groan out. Another hand slides over my ribs and I look behind me to see Kelly, sans strap on, straddling Riley’s thighs behind me. She smirks and leads my lips to hers so seductively slow. Riley starts rolling her hips and I moan into my blonde’s mouth. Kelly releases my chin and swiftly grabs my ass.

“Ride her Em. I wanna see her cock disappear into your wet pussy.”

Kelly whispers against my cheek as she slaps my ass with both hands. I gasp and move once on the cock. Riley moans from what I assume is the face plate of the dildo pressing against her clit. I do it, again and again, releasing moans with every thrust. Soon I’m frantically trying to ride her. Riley groans and reaches around my hips to grip my ass and slam me down onto her cock. I let out a squeak of surprise and lean back into Kelly. My blonde reaches her arms around me again and cups my breasts while rolling my nipples between two fingers. I whimper and let Riley lead me up and down on her cock.

“Oh shit.”

I mumble and bite my lip. Riley moans and grinds my hips down. I moan and arch against Kelly.

“You are so sexy Em, so fucking sexy.”

Kelly whispers into my ear then drags her teeth over my neck. I moan and thrust down harder into Riley.

“Fuck, Riley. Make me cum- oh! Yes! Just like that!”

I cry out when Riley pushes her feet into the mattress and thrusts upwards roughly, drilling my cunt fervently. Her moans tell me she is desperate too. Kelly growls and whispers into my ear again.

“That’s it Em. Take her cock so deep in your pussy.”

I moan and reach behind me to grab the back of her head, sliding my fingers into her blonde locks and holding her to me. Riley groans and digs her fingers into my ass, probably leaving bruises but what do I care if I get an orgasm? I moan deeply and feels tears stinging my eyes from all the pleasure.

“Yes! Yes! Yes! Don’t stop! Don’t fucking stop!”

I cry out. Riley pauses her hips. I whimper and look down at her desperately. The brunette sits up with a feral glint in her eyes and leans back on one hand while the other stays with me to grab my ass. Her hips start pumping again and I nearly faint in pleasure. It feels like her hips are in overdrive, fucking me with so much energy I start to shake. Kelly drops one hand between my legs and rubs my clit with persistent fingers. I gasp, my jaw dropped in a silent scream, my back arches and my muscles flutter around Riley’s cock. Riley grunts out a few curse words and roughly fills me to the hilt in the last few thrusts, her own orgasm rushing through her. I shut my eyes tightly and dig my fingers into the back of Kelly’s head. Kelly slows her fingers to let me ride out my orgasm and I gratefully lean back against her as Riley falls back limply against the bed. I pant harshly and Kelly softly takes me into her arms. Riley effortlessly slides out of me and my blonde leads me to lay in between them. I instinctively curl around Kelly with our fingers interlocked between us. Riley shifts behind me and I turn my head enough to see her taking off the harness.

“That was amazing Riley.”

I smile and Riley smirks back. She slides out of bed.

“You’re amazing- you both are. Thank you so much for letting me join you. I was dying for an orgasm.”

Riley chuckles and grabs her clothes. I smile and turn in Kelly’s embrace to face the brunette.

“I think it’s safe to say it was our pleasure.”

I smirk and Kelly chuckles lightly behind me. Riley smiles and leans over the bed to kiss Kelly and me on the cheek. Before Riley starts to dress Kelly offers her our shower which Riley takes gratefully. I sigh and turn back to Kelly once Riley is in the shower.

“I love you.”

I whisper to her softly. Kelly smiles and pushes back a few strands of hair from my face.

“I love you too. Did you have fun?”

Kelly asks. I roll my eyes and laugh.

“What? Did my 1- 2- 3- 4 orgasms tell you nothing?”

I ask while I count out my orgasms on my fingers. Kelly laughs and wraps her arm around my waist, pulling me closer for a kiss. I smile against her lips and hook my leg over her hip. She pulls back and rests her forehead against mine with closed eyes. We stay there in silence for a while. I eventually speak up.

“I’m never going to leave you, Kelly. Not for a second. So when it gets rough, because it will eventually, I want you to remember that I’ll love you even when I hate you.”

I tell her, tilting her chin upwards to make her look me in the eyes. Kelly smiles and kisses me lightly.

“I guess I picked the right student, huh?”

My jaw drops and she bursts out laughing. I playfully smack her shoulder and wiggle in her embrace to get out.

“Way to kill the mood, Kelly!”

I sneer jokingly. Kelly swiftly rolls on top of me and holds my hands down against the pillows. I struggle underneath her whining about her special students.

“Shhh,” She kisses me, “Shhh, I’m messing with you. You’re everything to me. I would never want anyone else, including my ex-special-students.”

I stop struggling and look into her eyes.

“Yeah?”

I ask softly. Kelly nods her head and initiates a deep slow kiss that allows us to reconnect after everything that had just transpired. She releases my wrists and cups my cheek gently. The bathroom door opens and we pull away from each other slightly breathless. Riley chuckles and rolls her eyes.

“Jesus, do you guys ever take a break?”

She asks. Kelly laughs and gets out of bed.

“Not often, no. I’ll walk you down.”

Kelly says as she slides on her robe. Riley follows Kelly out of our bedroom with a small wave to me. I flop back against the bed with a smile. Suddenly my phone starts to ring and I reach over to my nightstand where it rests. My mom.

“Hey, mom.”

I greet.

“Hi, honey. I won’t bother you long. I just wanted to talk for a few minutes.”

She continues.

“Jenny, you know from your old school. I ran into her today and she told me you two got together over the weekend for lunch when she was visiting her brother. She met your girlfriend, right?”

I gulp hard. I know where this is leading.

“Uh, y-yeah. She did. What’s this about mom?”

I ask, hoping she will get to the point soon.

“Well, she said you have been in a relationship with this girl for about 2 years now. But we only heard about her last year, in fact, you only told us you were out last year and refuse to tell us her name even.”

I close my eyes and slide underneath the covers, groaning into the blankets.

“I want you to invite her for thanksgiving. Your father and I would like to finally meet this mystery woman.”

I quickly shake my head.

“I, um, no. She- She has friends and family that she has to visit.”

I excuse quickly. My mother doesn’t accept it.

“I don’t believe you.”

She says.

“Em? Why are you hiding under the covers?”

I hear Kelly’s voice from the doorway. My mother gasps.

“Oh! Is that her? Will you please put her on the phone?”

My mother asks. I come out from under the covers and look at Kelly with wide eyes. She furrows her brows and mouths ‘who is it?’.

“Mom, I really would rather not.”

Kelly’s eyes widen in surprise. My mother scoffs.

“Emily Marie Heart put her on the phone right this instant.”

I sigh. This is her ‘no exceptions’ voice. I pull the phone away from my ear and cover the speaker with my hand.

“She wants to talk to you.”

I grimace at Kelly’s pale face. I stand and walk to her with a hopefully calming smile.

“It’s okay. Just a few seconds and then give it back to me.”

Kelly takes a deep breath and nods her head, knowing my mother won’t take no for an answer. I hand the phone over to her and she forces a smile.

“Hello, Ms. Heart…My name is Kelly…Uh, no, I-I guess not…If it’s okay with E-…oh, okay…here she is.”

Kelly hands the phone back with a guilty face. I narrow my eyes at her while I address my mom again.

“What did you get her to do mom?”

I ask.

“Well, she’s coming to Thanksgiving of course. I love you very much, sweetheart. I’ll talk to you soon.”

With that, she hangs up. My jaw drops as I stare at Kelly.

“You agreed to Thanksgiving with my whole family Kelly! Even my second cousins come to Thanksgiving! What the hell were you thinking?!”

I ask incredulously, starting to pace in front of her. Kelly folds her arms and shrugs her shoulders defensively.

“It’s your mother Emily! Do you want me to call back and tell her no? Because she’ll come out here and drag us both there if I do and you know it!”

Kelly argues. I groan and grab my clothes from my drawers.

“I wanted you to tell her you also have other things to do! You could have said you have a party! Something other than yes! Because now we have to go to Thanksgiving and blindside everyone with the fact that I’m out and proud with my lesbian girlfriend! I am NOT ready for that kind of rejection yet Kelly! I-I need more t-time to figure things out! How to tell them and- and I can’t…”

Kelly swiftly envelopes the hot sobbing mess that is me into her arms. I cry against her chest as she softly strokes my hair and calms me down with soothing words. I grip her sides tightly. When I’ve calmed down enough to only be sniffling Kelly tilts my head up to hers. Her eyes are so kind and caring.

“I will be with you for everything. Your parents will help you through it also. Thanksgiving is in two days. I am going to pack a bag. We will get on an airplane and fly over early so your parents can meet me first. Then, we will meet the rest of your family and they will deal with it, however, they want but know that your parents and I will never ever love you any less.”

Kelly whispers to me while she wipes my cheeks of tears. I helplessly whimper at how amazing she is and connect our lips in probably our worse kiss ever. She cups my cheeks gently and pulls away to rest her forehead against mine. I sniff a little then wipe my nose.

“I love you, Kelly.”

She smiles at me with so much love and gentleness that I melt into her arms. She holds me for as long as I want.

———-

Kelly takes my hand and gives me a smile.

“Are you ready?”

Kelly asks. I take a deep, yet shaky, breath and nod my head. We were sitting outside in a rental car in front of my parent’s house. Kelly parks the car and gets out to grab our bags from the trunk. There is already a little bit of snow on the ground from the early winter this year so I carefully step out of the car and take my bag from Kelly. She reassuringly slides her hand into mine as we walk up to the front steps. I knock on the door and my mother immediately opens it, she had probably been watching from the window.

“Emily!”

My mother screeches excitedly and pulls me into a hug. Despite the butterflies in my stomach I smile genuinely and hug her back eagerly.

“Oh, you must be Kelly.”

I hear my mom say and she pulls away from the hug. Kelly smiles and holds out her hand.

“Ms. Heart, it’s a pleasure to meet you.”

My mom gives me an impressed look as she shakes Kelly’s hand.

“Polite and beautiful, I don’t know why you’ve hidden her all this time Emily.”

My mother compliments. I blush and my mom ushers us into the house. Kelly takes my coat for me as my mother goes to find my father. He’s the one I’m worried about. Being their only child and a girl my father is quite protective of me.

“Look him in the eyes and do not, whatever you do, stutter or back down. He will never respect you if you do.”

I whisper to Kelly as I take her coat in turn.

“Em, please relax. I’m pretty amazing if you haven’t noticed.”

Kelly says playfully. I smile and take her hand and kiss her knuckles.

“I have, Kelly. I just don’t want this to go wrong.”

Kelly smiles and kisses my cheek.

“I won’t back down.”

Kelly reassures and I smile. My father comes down the hall and I take a deep breath.

“Dad, this is Kelly. Kelly this is Richard, my father.”

I introduce them. I hold my breath as Kelly reaches out and gives my father what looks like is a firm handshake.

“Sir, it’s a pleasure to meet you.”

Kelly nods her head. After some time my father nods his head back and releases my girlfriend’s hand. I let out my breath and smile.

“Okay, awesome. We’re going to go put our bags away.”

I say and grab my bag and Kelly’s hand. She follows me upstairs into my old room. It’s fairly big and I definitely have a large bed that takes up a little less than half my room. I set my bag down on the bed and quickly surprise Kelly with a hug. She chuckles and holds me tight and kisses the top of my head.

“Em, you need to relax or no one else will.”

Kelly whispers to me. I pull back with a sigh.

“I know, I know.”

I open my bag and start to unload my clothes into the drawers. Kelly follows my lead until suddenly my mom shows up in the doorway with a face of regret.

“Honey?”

I raise my head and smile at my mom.

“Yeah?”

I ask and pull open a drawer. My mom bites her lip and glanced at Kelly who is continuing to put away her things. I stop what I’m doing to gawk at her.

“No, mom, no. That’s so embarrassing! You said it yourself that we’ve been together for almost two years! We sleep in the same bed together every night!”

I whine. At this point, Kelly has turned around with furrowed brows. My mom sighs and shrugs her shoulders.

“I know that and I don’t have a problem with it. It’s your father and he is a very traditional man. Kelly will sleep perfectly fine in my craft room, I promise.”

I frown and groan, giving my mom the best set of begging eyes I can. She sighs and puts her hands on her hips, narrowing her eyes at me.

“Don’t you pout to me, Emily. Your father is set in his ways. Anyone that you would’ve brought home would be sleeping in that room.”

My mother gives me a pointed look to make me cooperate before leaving the room. I sigh and Kelly smirks.

“It’s okay Em. If that is the house rule than I am more than happy to follow it.”

Kelly insists and starts to pack her things back into her bag.

“So where is your mother’s craft room?”

Kelly asks as she gathers her things. I lead her a few door down the hallway, grumbling about stupid rules along the way. I open the door to the craft room to show Kelly the twin bed with more than enough quilts on it and the surrounding sewing machine, pillows, and rolls of materials. Kelly gives me a quick kiss on the cheek before she walks in and sets her bag down.

“I’m sorry.”

I say softly and Kelly looks to me with a soft smile.

“Emily, if you keep apologizing for everything while we’re here I’m going to go crazy.”

Kelly says. I blush and give her a smile back. She shoos me away and I walk back to my room. I walk downstairs when I see that Kelly isn’t finished unpacking yet. It’s close to dinner time so I find my mom cooking in the kitchen with my dad sitting at the kitchen table still looking at the newspaper from this morning.

“Are the separate bedrooms really necessary?”

I ask my father. He glances up from the newspaper before looking back to it.

“If you had stayed over with your girlfriend a year ago it would have only happened the first time you two visited. But since this is the fist time after nearly two years into your relationship that you’ve visited together, it is happening now. If you decide to come again you will be able to share a bed. But not on this visit.”

He concludes and glances up at me one more time before going back to the paper. He’s angry about me keeping my relationship from them. A hand touches the small of my back and I look to see Kelly smiling at me. I will talk to him later. I smile back.

“Hey. All unpacked?”

I ask and she nods her head. I look at my mom.

“So what are we having for dinner? It smells amazing.”

I walk over to mom and try to sneak a carrot but she smacks my hand before It reaches my lips. Kelly chuckles and takes a seat at the table with my dad. I send her a quick playful glare.

“Thank you and we are having your favorite. Spaghetti with meat sauce, salad, and garlic bread.”

My mom says with a smile. I smile excitedly and give her a hug.

“Yay! Thank you, thank you, thank you!”

I squeal and kiss her cheek. She chuckles and motions to Kelly.

“Why don’t you two go set the table?”

My mother asks and stirs the sauce. I smile and lead Kelly into the dining room. We quietly set the table until my mother announces dinner. My father takes the seat at the head of the table while my mother sits on his right. I take the left seat with Kelly next to me. After a few seconds of awkward silence, my father finally speaks up.

“So, Kelly, what do you do while Emily is in school?”

He asks. My father is straight forward so I’m sure this is one of the less rude questions he has for my girlfriend. Kelly clears her throat.

“I got a job at the local high school as a history teacher.”

My dad nods his head with respect. Kelly sends me a smile. I smile back and look at mom. Starting a conversation about the neighbors. She is a huge gossip. They ask a few questions about school and Kelly’s job. Then comes the golden question.

“How did you meet?”

My mother asks. Kelly goes stiff beside me and glances to me.

“Um, we were just both at the right place at the right time I suppose.”

Kelly supplies. I take a large gulp of my water and my mom raises an eyebrow.

“That’s it? No romantic gestures or cute little notes?”

My mother asks with a frown. I look at Kelly who bites her lip softly. I sigh and set down my fork.

“We…We met…Maybe we’ll talk after dinner.”

I say nervously and take another drink of water. My mother furrows her brows and sets down her fork.

“Dinner is finished. We’re just sitting here now Emily. You can tell us how you met. I can’t think so it’s horrible.”

I look at Kelly who shrugs her shoulders to leave it up to me. I take a deep breath and prepare for their reactions.

“The truth is we met when I was in high school. She…Kelly was my teacher.”

I say gently. Everything freezes. My heart is pounding a mile a minute. Both of my parents are stiff in their chairs and I know Kelly hasn’t dared to look up at them. My father finally speaks.

“What do you mean Emily?”

My father asks. I look at my plate and swallow hard.

“Ms. Harper, my history teacher from my senior year, was Kelly. Kelly Harper is her full name.”

I close my eyes and wait for them to explode. Kelly swiftly slides her hand into mine and gives me a reassuring squeeze.

“Were you involved with her while you were her student?”

My mom asks with a soft rage in her voice. I look up and see her gripping her wine glass with white knuckles.

“I-“

I start off and my mother shakes her head and interrupts me.

“Are you serious? Did…Did you sleep with her when you were her student? Or, God hopefully, did you just fall in love?”

I bite my lip and glance to my father who has a distant look on his face. He doesn’t even look angry. I look back to my mother, tears building in my eyes.

“We did sleep together at first- but we fell in love.”

I explain quickly. My mother stands up quickly, her chair being pushed back to bang against the wall and her wine sloshing onto the table. She leans over the table with a snarl at Kelly.

“My daughter was 18! What is wrong with you? She hadn’t even graduated yet and you’re- you’re seducing her to sleep with you! You are pathetic!- disgusting! Do you sleep with all your students? Huh?”

I stand up quickly.

“Stop! You might not like what we did THREE years ago but she is my girlfriend and I love her very much.”

I say strictly. My mother continues to glare at Kelly, her chest heaving with rage.

“I love your daughter and I hate the way our relationship started but…I can’t take back what we did and start over after she graduated.”

Kelly says gently. My mother growls.

“She still would have been 18! You made her love you at such a young age I’m surprised she hasn’t left you yet! Come to your senses Emily! She only made a move on you to get into your damn pants!”

My mother yells. I’m ready to defend Kelly when the blonde bursts up in her seat.

“I was different then. I didn’t plan on falling in love with Emily- in fact, sometimes I wish I hadn’t just so she could have a better life with someone else! So that people didn’t stare when she kisses her way too old girlfriend! So people don’t think that when we go out to dinner that somehow we’re related! I want so much more for her than just me! But I love her…and maybe I’m selfish for not walking away so she can have a better life but I don’t EVER want to even think about her with someone else.”

My mother is ready to start firing off again when my father stands up. He looks at me with no emotion before leaving the room.

“Dad…”

I try softly but he walks away. My mother stands straight and looks at me with anger.

“Maybe you should leave us be for a while.”

My mother follows my father. I sit back down and close my eyes. Kelly gently rubs my back but I shrug her off.

“Not right now Kelly. I need…I need some time on my own. I-I’m going for a walk.”

I stand and grab my coat from the rack. I’m out the door before Kelly can stop me. I know I’m taking my anger out on her but I can’t help it. We started this whole thing all wrong and my parents are not only disappointed in me but also they hate Kelly. At least I think so for my father considering he didn’t say anything and just walked away. I shiver and look up into the sky. Snow has started to fall again. I walk to the park and take up my favorite spot on the bench overlooking the little town. I don’t know how long I’m there but it’s long enough to maybe literally freeze my ass and probably get frostbite on my fingers and toes. A hand slides onto my shoulder and I jump and look behind me. My dad. I smile softly as he sits down beside me. We’re quiet for a long time but I don’t start a conversation. He clears his throat softly.

“You came here when you ran away once. Do you remember that?”

He asks me. I shake my head and he continues.

“It was after your mom said you couldn’t play baseball anymore. You were such a tomboy it wasn’t that hard to see you weren’t like the other girls that wanted to play with dolls. I didn’t care what you did as long as you were happy.”

He says and turns to me. I look at him with a small smile. He finally smiles back and wraps an arm around my shoulders.

“I know you’re happy. I could see it when you were so scared for Kelly when she walked into the house to meet us. And, even though I don’t condone how you met Kelly or what you did at such a young age, I know it doesn’t matter now that you’re happy three years later.”

I smile and throw my arms around his neck. He chuckles and hugs me back, which he rarely does.

“Come on. We need to get you home.”

He stands and offers his arm to me. We walk back to the house in the falling snow.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about Kelly earlier. I was scared for…well…your reactions. I wanted to tell you. She’s amazing, dad. She moved out to California for me. She loves me. I couldn’t ask for anything more than her.”

I say softly and rest my head on his shoulder. He pats my hand gently.

“I know honey, I know.”

He says back and kisses me on the forehead. I smile and walk inside the house first. I hear voices from the kitchen and softly walk towards the room.

“…I would like to talk with you and Mr. Heart later if that would be alright?”

I walk into the kitchen to see my girlfriend and my mother drinking coffee at the table. Civilly. They must have made up when I was gone.

“Talk about what?”

I ask and shrug out of my jacket, shivering still. Kelly smiles and stands up.

“Nothing. Oh, Em you’re shivering. Come here.”

Kelly takes my hands into hers and gently blows warm air on them. I smile and dip my head to connect our eyes.

“I’m sorry I just left like that.”

I whisper to her. She kisses my knuckles with those warm lips that I want to kiss so badly at the moment.

“I know you need your space sometimes.”

Kelly reassures me softly. I smile and kiss her cheek. Kelly smiles and looks back to my mom.

“Do you want some coffee? It’ll warm you up.”

Kelly asks and I shake my head.

“No thanks. I’m exhausted from the flight so I think I’m going to head to bed. Stop in to say goodnight when you head to bed?”

I ask and she smiles.

“Sure Em.”

She lets go of my hands and sits back down with my mom. I smile shyly at my mom.

“So, is everything okay now? I-I know dad is okay with everything. Obviously, you were very much less okay with our relationship.”

I swallow nervously. But my mom nods her head and pats Kelly’s hand.

“Yes, honey. We can talk more after Thanksgiving, okay?”

I smile and nod my head. I walk upstairs to my bedroom. After I get into my pajamas I lay in bed. I quickly fall asleep.

———-

I wake slowly to see that I’ve only slept an hour at most. I roll over and take a deep breath. I can’t sleep. Shit. I groan and walk to my door, opening it to look down the hall for my parents. Clear. I tip-toe down the hall to my mother’s craft room to see Kelly sleeping peacefully in the small bed. I gently shut the door and sit on the edge of her bed.

“Kelly.”

I whisper softly and slide my hand into hers. She wakes up quickly and looks around.

“Emily? Wh-What’s wrong?”

She asks and wipes the sleep from her eyes.

“Nothing I just can’t sleep without you in my bed.”

I say softly. Kelly smiles and tucks a piece of hair behind my ear.

“I know how you feel. It took me twice as long to fall asleep.”

Kelly admits. I bite my lip and look down at the bed. Kelly smiles and moves to one side of the mattress. I quickly get underneath the covers with her and cuddle close. My body drops in revamped exhaustion and I quickly fall asleep in her arms.

———-

“Emily! Kelly! Wake up, we need to start cooking for Thanksgiving!”

I jerk awake to my mother yelling. I wipe the sleep from my eyes and look down at Kelly who was still asleep. I smile at the fact that somehow her hand had landed on my ass while we had slept. I lean down and kiss her softly. Kelly groans and blinks her eyes open. I smile and kiss her again until she responds with her own kisses. I moan and slide on top of her. I haven’t had her cum for me in two days and now my raised libido is hitting me full force. Kelly groans and pulls away.

“Em, we can’t. I’m not having sex in your parent’s house.”

Kelly says. I smile and shake my head as I kiss her quickly.

“Oh, yes you are. We’re staying here for a week. You’re going to want me so bad you’ll be sneaking into my bedroom late at night just to kiss me.”

I whisper in her ear and rake my nails down her arm to grab her wrist. Kelly lets out a chuckle then gasps when I place her hand over my pussy. I bite my lip and she gulps.

“Em…”

Kelly whines and moves her other hand to gently run up and down my back. I smile and nibble at her bottom lip.

“Don’t you want me, Kelly?”

I whisper against her lips in the innocent voice that I’m hoping reminds her of when I was her student. Kelly takes a sharp intake of breath and clutches at my back.

“I…do not do that to me, Emily. Of course, I want you I just don’t want your parents thinking I’m-“

Kelly is interrupted by my lips pressing to hers. Kelly hums softly and hesitantly shifts her hand against my heated sex. I moan and roll my hips against her hand.

“Emily! Kelly! I’m coming in!”

My mom warns before she opens the door. Kelly squeals, which she never does, and pushes me off of her. Subsequently making my fall onto the floor with a groan.

“Ow!”

I rub the back of my head with a squinted eye looking up at Kelly. My mom raises both eyebrows as she stands in the doorway.

“I figured you came in here when you weren’t in your room but did you really sneak in at the middle of the night to sleep on the floor?”

My mom asks in confusion. I roll my eyes and stand up.

“No, that I did not.”

I grumble and my mom blushes.

“Oh…well.”

Kelly and I’s eyes widen and we quickly shake our heads.

“No, no, no. We-We just couldn’t fall asleep without each other. It’s nothing like you think.”

I insist and Kelly coughs slightly. I send her a glare and she shrugs softly. My mother clears her throat and we look back to her.

“Well, you should get dressed and come help with cooking. Oh, and sneak back to your room before your father gets up here because he will have a fit if he finds out you disobeyed his rule.”

My mother says pointedly and closes the door behind her on her way out. I sigh and lean over to Kelly to give her a quick kiss.

“Sorry I pushed you onto the floor but, you know, we’re at your parent’s house. I told you that.”

Kelly says in her I’m-right-and-you’re-wrong-voice. I glare at her playfully.

“Whatever, you squealed like a little bitch.”

I tease and walk to the door. Kelly’s gasp follows me out and I chuckle. I walk to my room to get ready for the day.

———-

“Honey, get the door please?”

My mom asks. I take a deep breath and open the front door to greet my aunt Gloria and her husband Tom. Kelly walks downstairs just as they ask if I’ve met anyone yet. I smile and take a deep breath, nodding to Kelly who smiles.

“I have actually. Aunt Gloria, uncle Tom this is Kelly…my girlfriend.”

I breathe out. To be honest, I’m glad I see surprise instead of disgust on their faces as they shake Kelly’s hand. They look back to me and I take Kelly’s hand with a smile.

“Mom and dad are in the kitchen.”

I say and my aunt squeezes my shoulder as she walks past me and Tom pats me on the back. I turn to Kelly with a bright smile.

“Oh, my god! They didn’t even care!”

I say excitedly and wrap my arms around her neck. Her arms wrap around my waist in return.

“You’re amazing. Why would they even think about turning their backs on you for something that makes you incredible?”

Kelly whispers to me and gently rubs my back. I frown slightly and pull back to look her in the face. Her emotions show clearly but they are jumbled together.

“Hey, you okay?”

I ask softly and trace her jaw with my fingertips. Kelly smiles and kisses me softly, effortlessly making me melt into her cloud-like lips. She pulls back and moves a hand up to cup my cheek.

“I am great.”

She whispers and connects our lips gently. Another knock sounds on the door and Kelly pulls away.

“I’m going to go help your mom.”

Kelly leaves me and I answer the door again. The day starts to go by quickly when the house starts to fill with people and food. I end up helping my mother with the turkey in the kitchen with the last of the guests arriving for my father to greet. Finally, I walk around the party and find Kelly talking to my aunt Gloria again. I appear at her side with a smile and wrap my arm around hers. Gloria smiles.

“You two are the cutest couple.”

My aunt gushes and I smile happily. Kelly gives me a quick wink.

“I’m sorry, you’re a couple?”

I turn to my cousin’s husband, Owen, and smile.

“Yeah.”

I answer and give Kelly another smile.

“That is…repulsive.”

He hisses. I frown and turn to Owen.

“I, um…What?”

I ask in surprise and confusion. Everyone else had been okay with Kelly and me as a couple so far. And no one else had really said anything to us when we were out in public.

“You are corrupt and disgusting. You- You sleep with this woman in your bed and call it love when it’s purely a sin. How do you live with yourself when you know you will be damned to hell and be betraying God?”

Owen spits out. At this point I was stunned into silence and everyone else had been too. Kelly slides her hand into mine. Sharon, my cousin, grabs her husband’s arm.

“Owen, stop it. What’s gotten into you?”

Sharon grits out through clenched teeth to her husband. Owen shrugs her off of his shoulder.

“It’s an abomination, Sharon!”

He argues back.

“Owen McNeil!”

Sharon gasps out in surprise. I clench my jaw and feel Kelly stiffen behind me.

“Then I think you should leave.”

My aunt Gloria says and places her hand on top of mine and Kelly’s. I look to her and she gives me a supportive smile. Then my father appears and Owen looks like he might piss his pants from the murderous look in my father’s eye and the death glare from my mother behind him.

“Our daughter is perfect. She is becoming a lawyer. She is in love. She has a family who loves her. If you have a problem that Emily has a girlfriend, who is also perfect by the way, then I have a problem with you. Leave my house Owen.”

My father says surprisingly calm but oh so angrily. Owen looks around before grabbing his coat and slamming the door behind him. My father looks around the living room.

“If anyone else shares his opinion they should leave as well. Otherwise, dinner will be served in 15 minutes.”

My father nods his head in finality. Kelly pulls me away from the party to drag me into the kitchen. She immediately enveloped me into a hug and keeps me close. I rest my forehead against her shoulder and take a deep breath.

“That was kind of scary.”

I mumble to her softly. Kelly lifts my head to meet her eyes.

“I know. Are you okay?”

Kelly asks and pushes back a few strands of rouge hair. I smile and nod my head.

“I am…Everyone stood up for me. My aunt and father- I just can’t believe it.”

I whisper in amazement. Kelly smiles and holds me a while longer until my mother comes in.

“Are you alright? He was a little vicious. Sharon apologizes very deeply for him. She had no idea he had that opinion of the LGBTQ community.”

My mother says in exasperation. I smile and kiss her cheek, my heart throbbing at the fact that she looked into the community.

“We are. Let’s just eat.”

I walk Kelly to the table. I furrow my brows when my father takes the other seat next to me.

“Dad, you always sit at the end of the table.”

I say and my mother takes the seat next to Kelly. He nods his head as everyone starts to dish out their food.

“Yes, I know.”

That’s all I get before he turns to talk to my grandma. I smile softly and start to make myself a plate.

———-

After dinner desert is set out and as delicious as it all looks I have my eyes set on something, well someone else. I gently take Kelly’s hand.

“I want to show you something.”

I whisper in her ear and she smiles curiously.

“Okay.”

She says hesitantly before I lead her to the basement door. Kelly furrows her brows and shuts the door behind her.

“What could possibly be in the basement?”

Kelly asks and I chuckle, turning on a little light.

“Me.”

I husk as I push her against the wall. Kelly’s eyes widen.

“Emily! We are not having a quickie in your basement while your whole family is upstairs for Thanksgiving! Are you insane?”

Kelly asks incredulously and tries to escape from my grip. I pin her hands to the wall and crush our lips together. My blonde growls in anger and easily flip us so my back is to the wall. I gasp into her mouth as her teeth bite my lip and clutch at the back of her neck. Kelly pulls away to say something or another but I don’t give her a chance. I’m too hot and bothered, throbbing, to make myself stop. I lunge for her lips and hold her in the kiss, sliding my jean clad thigh between her legs. Kelly moans and caves, grinding against my leg. I moan and reach down to grab her dress-clad ass. God, I love this dress. It shows all her amazing features. I slid my other hand down to the apex of her thighs and jerk up the hem of her dress up to her waist. Kelly groans against my lips and moves her hips against the air. I smile when we barely break apart for air.

“…yeah, I think there’s a bottle downstairs. I’ll go check.”

I hear someone at the top of the stairs. Kelly gasps and tries to back away but I simply pull her farther into the basement and push her against a dark wall. I cover her mouth and slide my hand into her panties. Kelly moans and her eyes roll back in her head. The person is rummaging through the fridge we keep downstairs. I bring my lips next to her ear, my heart pounding as I slide two fingers into her drenched pussy.

“Shh.”

I tease as another loud moan vibrates against my hand. Kelly opens her eyes to glare at me and I smirk. Her eyes flutter closed and I thrust harder, grinding the heel of my hand against her throbbing clit.

“I found it, Janet!”

The person yells back and jogs up the stairs, turning off the light and closing the door. Dousing them in darkness. I remove my hand and crash our lips together with a loud moan from Kelly. Her hips hump my fingers so roughly she might break my wrist. I groan at the slight twist and move my wrist around so it’s comfortable for me but I can still give my woman pleasure by rubbing her clit with my thumb. Kelly gasps and wraps an arm around my shoulders to pull me closer. I move my lips down to her neck but she jerks my head away by my hair.

“No- oh!…n-no marks.”

Kelly gasps out between pants and moans. I sink my teeth into her bottom lip instead of her neck. Kelly grunts and curls forward, one leg wrapping around my waist.

“Sh-Shit! I’m close Em!”

Kelly groans out and buries her face in my shoulder. I use my hips to pump a little faster into her. Her jaw drops open in a silent scream as her inner muscles squeeze my fingers tightly and her hips jerk against my hand.

“That’s right Kelly. Cum all over my fingers.”

I husk to her in the dirtiest voice I can. Kelly bites her lip and arches against the wall. I cover her lips with a kiss and let her role through the waves of orgasm. Kelly sighs and bites her lip softly.

“I think I would hate you so much for making me do that if I didn’t love you so much.”

Kelly breathes out and I burst out laughing. Kelly smiles and opens her eyes to drop her leg from my waist. I gently pull my fingers from out of her and kiss her softly.

“I love you too.”

I whisper once I’ve calmed down. Kelly fixes her dress and I bite my lip.

“Um, you go first. I can’t see anything.”

I chuckle. She smiles in the dark and takes my hand, leading me to the stairs that she somehow finds. When we finally reach the top of the stairs Kelly takes a deep breath and sneaks out of the basement first. I follow a few seconds behind her. I run into my grandma and I quickly excuse myself to the restroom. I wash my hands and walk back out into the party. Kelly smiles at me from the living room and I blush naturally from the thoughts of her.

———-

“…love your daughter and I know she loves me. I know you haven’t known me for long at all but Emily has. I don’t know what I would do if she wasn’t there to remind me to actually eat breakfast, or lock the car, or even put on pants sometimes. When I have a bad day at the school she notices when I hide my feelings because talking about it will just make it worse. You know what she does? She just holds me until I’m better. I mean, how does that happen? It’s crazy if you think about it but it’s also so right. I’m so completely in love with her that a hug from her can make me feel better than anything or anyone else in the world. I…I guess what I am trying to ask is, will you give me your permission to marry your daughter?”

This is what I walk into the next morning after coming back from the mall with my cousins. My gasp gives me away from my hiding spot near the doorway. Kelly spins around with wide eyes. My parents smiling softly behind her. My eyes start to water and I bring my hand up to my mouth.

“Emily! You- You’re supposed to be at the mall with your cousins! Just forget everything I said, okay? Please.”

Kelly says panicky. I rush to her and wrap my arms around her, kissing her passionately. Kelly makes a surprised sound but wraps her arms around my waist like they always should. I pull away and press my forehead to hers.

“I will never forget this.”

I promise her. Kelly smiles softly then clears her throat and looks to my parents.

“Well, I need your parent’s permission first.”

Kelly draws and nibbles nervously on her bottom lip. I look at my parents and nod my head furiously. My father looks at my mother who nods her head then looks back to us.

“You have our permission.”

I smile wide and let go of Kelly to wrap my parents into a hug. My father kisses the top of my head and my mom kisses my cheek.

———-

“Girls, your father and I are going out to the movies. Would you like to come?”

My mom asks as my father helps her into her coat. I smile softly and look to Kelly who shrugs. I sit down next to my blonde on the couch and wrap my arm around hers.

“No, thanks. We’re too stuffed to move.”

I say and they say their goodbye’s as they head out the door. I lean my head on Kelly’s shoulder and rub circles on her skin where the sleeve of her t-shirt ends. Kelly kisses the top of my head and moves her hand to my thigh.

“Do you want to make out like we’re both in high school again?”

I hear Kelly whisper to me. I smile and turn to her, cupping her cheek and pulling her down for a kiss. Kelly smiles and turns to me fully to scoop my legs into her lap. I giggle and thread my fingers into her hair. Her thumb rubs soft circles on my thigh as she leans me back against the couch cushions. I suck her bottom lip into my mouth with a groan and move my legs so Kelly is in between my legs. My mind wanders to how amazing Kelly is. Did she do this in high school? I pull back slightly for air and pant softly against her lips.

“Did you ever do this in high school?”

I ask as Kelly’s lips instead drop down to my neck and shoulder.

“Once.”

Kelly mumbles and nips at my skin. I moan and close my eyes.

“What was it like, because I-I’ve never done this?”

I ask softly, my heart beating a mile a minute. The thrill of getting caught and my slight nervousness is showing through. Kelly and I had been together for a long time but obviously, we never made out on my couch with my parents being able to walk back in any second. Kelly lifts her head and leads my eyes to hers.

“We usually wouldn’t go any farther than second base.”

Kelly smirks a little and licks her lips. Her fingertips dance across my jawline.

“But considering your my fiance I think we can go all the way.”

Kelly teases and kisses me again. I smile so wide it starts to hurt.

“You haven’t proposed yet.”

I whisper teasingly. Kelly smiles back and kisses me again. I moan and wrap my arms around her waist. Kelly slides her hand between my legs with a smirk at my gasp.

“And it usually has to be fast.”

Kelly informs me and slides her hand into my pajama pants. I nod my head and swallow hard, my eyes closing as her fingers rub my clit. Kelly kisses her way to my ear.

“Do you like that?”

She asks and I whimper. Oh, God, she’s going to make me cum so fucking hard. My legs squeeze her hips and grind against her hand.

“M-More.”

She does as I ask and slides two fingers into my drenched pussy. I groan in desperation and I dig my nails into her back. Kelly pants against my skin as she starts using her hips to fuck me. my hands slide down to her ass as my back arches.

“Yes! Oh- fuck! Kelly- don’t stop.”

I moan out. Her free hand jerks my pants down to my thighs then suddenly her thumb is against my clit, rubbing rough circles around my tight bud. Kelly then pulls down my tank top and bra enough to take my nipple into her oh so warm and wet mouth. My jaw drops in a soundless moan and I arch into her touch.

“Come on. My beautiful, sexy, amazing fiance. Cum for me.”

Kelly breathes into my ear after releasing my nipple with a flick. I gasp softly and scratch my nails up her back. Kelly thrusts harder and faster until I’m whimpering and begging for release.

“Just like that Kelly! GOD!”

I gasp out when her teeth sink into my nipple. She throws me into a world of pleasure. My muscles flutter around her fingers and my toes curl in pure pleasure. I shake and tremble as my orgasm rolls through me. Kelly stills her hand and plants soft kisses on my chest. I breathe heavily and caress the back of her head with a gentle hand.

“I love you.”

I breathe out. Kelly kisses me softly and pulls her fingers out of me.

“I love you too.”

Kelly murmurs and brushes back a few strands of hair from my eyes. A car door shuts outside and I freeze.

“Shit, shit, shit.”

I curse underneath my breath and take Kelly’s hand, simultaneously pulling up my pants and dragging her up the stairs. The front door opens just as we round the corner into my room. My mother yells upstairs telling us that she had forgotten her purse. We fall onto my bed in a fit of giggles. Kelly kisses me quickly and lays back on the bed with a sigh.

“I’m thinking a long engagement so the wedding can be perfect. I really want this to be great for us. I want to make you happy…and I want to see you walk down the aisle towards me with a smile so big and beautiful that I end up crying against my own free will.”

Kelly says to the ceiling. I look to her and she looks to me. I reach over to interlock my fingers with hers.

“I want that too…but you have to propose first.”

———-

I sigh and unlock the door. It has been rough today and if something else happens I’m going to go crazy. I set my keys down and furrow my brows at the smell of something burning.

“Kelly? What’s burning?”

I call out into the house. I hear a few pans clang together in the kitchen.

“Uh, nothing!”

Kelly calls out back. I groan and toss down my book bag.

“Kelly, you better not burn our damn house down! I am having a horrible day! My professor demolished my essay in front of the whole fucking class! My car wouldn’t start! I tried calling you only to be met with your voicemail 5 times! So what in the hell are you doing in there that is more important than me?”

I yell out in frustration.

“I…uh, yeah! Got it sweetheart!”

Kelly calls back. I furrow my brows and toe off my shoes. She rarely, if never, calls me by a pet name. I cautiously walk into the kitchen.

“Oh….my…God.”

I gasp out. The entire kitchen is covered in flour, including Kelly herself. There is what looks like a severely burnt pizza on top of the oven. Kelly bites her lip and looks at me oh so guiltily. I smile and my eyes start to water. She was trying to make us dinner. Kelly frowns.

“Oh, no. No, no, no. Don’t cry, please! I’m so sorry I tried to make you a romantic dinner and- and I was going to propose. I even bought, like, an $80 wine.”

Kelly explains in exhaustion and sadness. I smile and wipe away a rouge tear.

“You were going to propose?”

I ask with a smile. Kelly nods her head and reaches into the back pocket of her jeans to then pull out a royal blue ring box. I laugh and she frowns. I walk to her, carefully stepping over a broken egg, and reach into my own pocket. I pull out a velvet ring box and my blonde’s eyes widen.

“Y-You…really?”

Kelly asks incredulously. I smile and shrug, setting my box on the flour covered counter.

“I was. Not tonight but soon. I was, um, I was tired of waiting for you to make the perfect plan.”

I tease and take the box from her hands setting it down next to mine. Kelly blushes and takes my hands.

“So…it’s a yes? From the both of us?”

Kelly asks as she pulls me closer. I melt into her body the way we just fit into each other. I nod my head and she smiles. I smile and cup her cheek that has a streak of flour across it. We kiss slowly and deeply. I find myself pressed against the counter with Kelly’s hands wandering over my body. I wrap my arms around her neck and pull her closer, delving my tongue into her mouth. Kelly groans and reaches down to grab my ass with rough hands. Kelly starts to lead us to the ground and I break the kiss.

“What are you doing?”

I ask breathlessly. Kelly lays me back against the flour-covered floor.

“I want to make sweet sweet love to my amazing fiance on our kitchen floor.”

Kelly teases and nibbles at my lip. I smile and tease her back with the tip of my tongue. She groans and deepens the kiss. I tangle my fingers into her hair and lead her. Kelly moves her hands to push up my shirt to cup and squeeze my breasts. I moan and break the kiss for air. Kelly drops her mouth to my chest and jerks down my bra cups, exposing my hard nipples to the cold air. I hissed as her warm mouth enveloped my breast. Kelly flicks my nipple with her tongue and I groan.

“God, you’re amazing.”

I gasp out. Kelly raises her head with a smirk and connects our lips in a soft but firm kiss. How does she even do that? I move my hands to her back and pull her shirt over her head.

“Pull down your pants.”

Kelly whispers. I shake my head and unfasten her bra.

“Uh uh, you first.”

I whisper back and trail my hand down and around to her sweatpants as she leans back on her knees to take off her bra. I sit up with her and take a nipple into my mouth, sucking on the nub of flesh. Kelly moans and slides her fingers into my hair.

“Yes.”

Kelly moans out and moves her leg to straddle my own. I jerk down her pants then grab her ass hungrily.

“I want to fuck you so bad.”

I murmur against her chest and wrap my arms around her waist. Kelly’s hips start to grind against my leg.

“Then do it, just fucking do it.”

Kelly whispers softly, her fingers scratching down to the back of my neck. I groan and push my hand between her thighs, sliding into Kelly’s wet panties. Kelly moans and lets her head roll back on her shoulders.

“Fuck.”

Kelly moans and moves one hand down to cover my hand in her panties. I nibble at her collarbone and slide my fingers into her dripping pussy.

“Touch me too Kelly.”

I whisper, my clit throbbing almost painfully. Kelly uses her free hand to slide her hand onto my pants. I hum in pleasure when her fingers crush against my clit. Kelly’s hips move on my fingers and she thrusts herself harder and deeper onto me. I use my free hand to grab her ass and help her, moaning at her fingers still on my clit. Kelly rubs me harder and faster. I groan and lean back to look at her. To just take her in the vision of when she’s like this. Her lips are red and slightly swollen, her chest is heaving, and the muscles in her arm are contracting with tension to fuck me harder. She’s beautiful. Kelly gasps when I bend my wrist to crash the pad of my thumb against her clit and she looks down at me. Our eyes connect and I moan, my hips twitching under her touch. Kelly’s grip on my hand in her pants tightens and her teeth clench. I furrow my brows. Is she trying to hold off her orgasm? Kelly licks her lips and presses her forehead against mine.

“Cum with me Em. I want to cum with you. I want to feel you. I want to be your wife.”

Her words are pleading and desperate. I whimper and arch my back into her, my orgasm running through my body from my head to my feet. Kelly cries out and holds me close. Her muscles squeeze my fingers like a vice and her nails dig into my hand. I collapse back against the floor in a panting trembling mess. Kelly falls onto me and rests her forehead against my sweat slicked chest with her breath creating goosebumps to erupt across my skin. I shiver and remove my hand from her pants, she does the same.

“Please tell me we’re planning our wedding soon. I might die if I wait for another 6 moths for you to plan it.”

I whisper and run my fingers through her hair. Kelly kisses my chest with a smile.

“Did I really take 6 months?”

Kelly asks as she studies me from her spot resting on my chest. I chuckle and nod my head.

“Nearly 7 in 3 weeks. Promise me it won’t take longer to plan our wedding?”

I ask hopefully. Kelly leans forward to kiss me gently.

“Emily, I’d take you to town hall to elope if your mother wouldn’t hate me so much for doing it.”

Kelly whispers against my lips. I smile and nod my head.

“She would hate us both.”

I whisper back and bring her into another soft kiss. Kelly hums softly against my lips before pulling back. She leans onto her knees and zips up my jeans with a smile.

“I am going to order pizza, clean the kitchen, then open up the bottle of wine I splurged on.”

Kelly chuckles and helps me up. I smile and steal another kiss.

“I’ll be down in a minute to help clean up. I should change then call my mom to tell her the adorable details of your failed proposal, and mine.”

I tease and pull away. Kelly slaps my ass as I walk from the kitchen. I send a wink her way and walk upstairs with butterflies fluttering in my stomach. I’m going to marry her.

———-

“Don’t trip, don’t trip, don’t trip.”

I repeat as a mantra to myself as I walk down the aisle to my future wife. Though I haven’t looked at her yet. How can I? I’ll look up and be paralyzed with love…at least that’s what happened to my cousin Joanne when she married her husband. My dad is escorting me on my right side. He squeezes my hand.

“You’re not going to trip.”

He insists and I finally get the courage to look up at Kelly. Her hair is pulled back into a loose bun and her dress…oh god it’s beautiful. She’s beautiful. Her dress is strapless and comes down to flow out around her feet. Kelly smiles and I already see the tears in her eyes. I smile back and shyly look at the floor before back to her. My heart is the only thing paralyzed with love (thank god).

“You’re right.”

I whisper in a barely audible whisper. My father kisses me on the cheek and leaves me at the altar to go sit with my mom in the front row. I step to Kelly who wipes away a tear. I quickly kiss her cheek before standing in front of her. The priest begins but I can barely listen to him I’m staring at Kelly so much. We agreed on no vows to be against crying in the wedding. I take her hand and say I do as I slide on her ring. She does the same for me and I cry anyway. Kelly laughs softly and wipes away my tear.

“I pronounce you wife and wife. You may kiss your bride.”

I smile into our kiss. Kelly dips me down in her arms and deepens the kiss. I pull away with a chuckle and take her hand into mine. We walk down the aisle and out to the car. We have to drive to the hotel where we are having the reception for our wedding. We have our first dance and take pictures and talk and eat. But now I’m dancing with her again and as much as I love her dress I want to rip it off. I place a kiss just underneath her jawline and she shivers. Kelly is thinking about me too. I play lightly with the back of her dress and lean my forehead against her temple.

“Do you want to ditch our reception?”

I whisper into her ear with a smile. Kelly smiles and pulls back enough to look me in the eyes.

“And why would we do that?”

Kelly asks in amusement. I shrug and start to pull her off the dance floor.

“We don’t have to, but…”

I draw and wink at Sharon who is helping us sneak out. Sharon opens the door into the kitchen and watches for any interrupters. Sharon had left her husband a few months ago. Apparently, he had always thought of the LGBT community in that way and Sharon had no idea, nor did she agree with his opinions. After a few sessions of couples therapy, she had ended it. My heart aches for her but she also has my ultimate respect. I pull us through the kitchen before continuing.

“I would like to fuck my wife.”

I whisper dirty into her ear. Kelly groans and leads us out to the side of the hotel in a hurry. I push her against the wall with hungry eyes watching her. Kelly smirks and hikes up her dress to her waist.

“Pull your dress up Em.”

Kelly instructs and pushes down her silky white panties that should be fucking illegal they are so hot. I quickly do as she says and move between her spread legs. Before I can touch her she spins us so I am against the cold brick. I gasp softly and cup the back of her neck to steady myself. Kelly crushes our lips together. Our teeth and tongues clashing and struggling for dominance. Kelly suddenly drops to her knees and I ache for her lips until I see her intentions. I moan but shake my head as she keeps my dress up with one hand.

“I-I want to touch you too Kelly.”

I whine softly but she ignores me. Kelly gives me this amazingly intense look to show me she won’t be negotiating before sliding my white lace panties down my legs. I gasp softly when her lips surround my clit. Kelly moans and scratches her beautifully manicured nails down my thighs, making me shiver.

“Jesus, Kelly.”

I moan out softly and press my hands against the rough wall. Kelly flicks her tongue against my clit and my hips jerk for more.

“More.”

I whimper out and move my hand down to tangle in her hair. Kelly swats my hand away and pulls her mouth back from my clit.

“You’ll mess up my hair and you’re aunt will kill you. Do you know how long this took?”

Kelly asks incredulously, fixing her hair gently. I whimper and look down at her.

“Kelly, can you please fuck me so I can fuck you then get back to our reception? Please?”

I ask angrily. Kelly smirks and kisses my thigh.

“You’re so eloquent with your words.”

Kelly teases and I growl. She chuckles and sucks my clit in between her sexy lips. I relax back against the wall and grind against her mouth. I moan and moan, getting closer to my orgasm with every flick and suck she gives me. It feels so good I start mumbling incoherent words until I look down at her looking back up at me and finally get out some words. She’s probably getting her dress dirty and I will be doing the same in a few minutes.

“Do you know how sexy you are in your dress?”

I whisper to her. Kelly moans against me and reaches around to grab my ass. I shudder in pleasure when she pulls me harder against her mouth. I bite my lip harder to bite back my scream and arch into her mouth. I cum so hard against her mouth I feel like I’m falling down the wall. Until I actually am because the next thing I know Kelly is standing with me pressed against the wall with her lips kissing my neck. I release a sigh and wrap my arm around her waist while the other slides around the back of her neck to pull her back and kiss her gently. Kelly kisses me harder and reaches down between us to pull up my panties. I smirk into the kiss as I spin us around and press her against the wall. Her tongue teases my bottom lip as we break apart for air. I slide my hand down the front of her dress and into her panties. Kelly lets out a breathy sigh and wraps her arms loosely around my neck. I hum in amusement at the amount of wetness between her thighs.

“My wife is so wet for me.”

I whisper against her lips. Kelly smiles and rolls her hips.

“Mhmm, and horny. Are you going to fuck me today or tomorrow?”

Kelly teases and pulls me closer. I dip my fingers down lower and push two fingers into her. Kelly groans and bites her lip.

“Both.”

I husk and push my thigh between hers, using my leg to fuck her harder. She slides her fingers into my loosely curled hair and crashes our lips together with a moan. I gasp for air against her lips and press my thumb to her clit. Kelly moans and rocks harder against my hand. She’s close. I can tell by the way her hand tightens in my hair and she pulls me deeper into the kiss. I pull my hand back and she growls.

“Put your fingers back in my cunt or so help me I will divorce you tomorrow.”

Kelly hissed, reaching down to grab my wrist. I chuckle and drop to my knees.

“Yes, honey.”

I tease as if we are a seasoned married couple and thrusts my fingers back into her. Kelly lets out a soft gasp and her head rolls back against the wall. I move my mouth to her clit and moan at the taste of her.

“Yes.”

Kelly groans and bucks against my mouth. I moan deeply against her and suck hard. Kelly whimpers and spreads her legs wider. Her hand comes to rest at the back of my head and pulls me closer. I flick my tongue out past my lips and stroke her clit while continuing to pump into her sopping wet pussy. Kelly tries to keep her moans quiet but once she arches off the wall it’s pointless. She cries out and digs her nails into my skull. Her body shudders in orgasm as her juices flow out onto my tongue and fingers. I moan and bury my face deeper into her. Kelly squeals and pushes my head away then covers her clit with her hand. I stop my fingers and lick my lips as I look up at her.

“Sorry. You know I love how you taste.”

I whisper and kiss her thigh. Kelly hums softly and I pull my fingers out of her. I stand up and kiss her lightly.

“We need to get back inside.”

I whisper to her and kiss her neck. Kelly hums again and nods her head. I chuckle in amusement and pull up her panties then straighten her dress.

“Come on Wife. Let’s say our goodbyes before we leave for the honeymoon.”

I whisper into her ear and take her hand. Kelly stops me and pulls me back to her. She wraps her arm around my shoulder and places her free hand on my cheek. Her fingertips trace my lips and she leans forward to barely kiss me.

“Dance with me again?”

Kelly whispers and rests her forehead against mine. I smile softly and nod my head. I take her hand from my cheek and wrap my other arm around her waist. Kelly folds her hand into mine and uses the arm around my shoulder to pull me closer. I lean my head against her and close my eyes as she starts to hum something slow and calming. It shouldn’t be romantic. We’re dancing behind the hotel building next to a bunch of dumpsters. But, all I can smell is her, all I feel is her, all I want is her, all I need is her. She’s with me for now and forever.

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Well, there you have it my lovelies! The final ending to the ‘My History Teacher’ series. I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it! Thank you all for the support of this series, I really do appreciate it (; Don’t forget to comment and vote for this story! I’m currently posting a new series ‘Yes, Detective’ along with many other one shots that have VERY hot potential so keep tuned in on my stories (;

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Lauren learns to masturbate

PART 2 – LAUREN learns to masturbate

Wow, it was hot! I jogged off the field and there was Alex taking those stupid photos again. I mean what girl wants her picture taken when she’s all hot, sweaty and dirty after running around all over the place?

I stuck my tongue out at him and he immediately squirted me with water. “Ahhhh!” I jumped backwards, damn that’s cold and he got me right on the boobs too. Damn him, he’s always squirting me and I never have any water to get him back with. I chose to just ignore him instead, my tights were sagging a bit so I pulled them up until they were nice and snug around my butt. I love the way it feels when the seam splits my lips and I get a nice camel toe going.

I noticed Alex got a kind of glazed look and pointed his phone at me, it gave me a nice tingly feeling in my clit and I decided to give him the other view and turned around. I could feel his eyes burning into my ass and I just knew he’d be getting hard looking at me. I loved showing off my body and turning on my brother was even better, sooner or later I was going to get him and I really hoped it would be sooner! I wasn’t a virgin, well I sort of was, but he didn’t know that. And I couldn’t wait ‘til I could get him alone.

When we got home, Caitlyn and I rushed for the shower; it was always a battle to see who could get in first. I loved taking long showers and if I was last after the other two I would run out of hot water before I could finish. Caitlyn and I battled to get thru the door, laughing as we pushed and struggled to be first, I always won since I was taller and stronger than her but she always wrestled with me. I don’t know why she still kept trying, maybe she just liked wrestling?

I pushed her out of the way and closed the door behind me. “Fine!” she said, “why can’t you ever let me go first?”’

“Learn to wrestle better and maybe I will” I replied with another laugh. I heard her stomping off, so I could finally relax. I turned on the shower and started undressing. It didn’t take much since I hate wearing panties and I never wear a bra. My boobs aren’t very big, they’re really just two little mounds with rather large nipples, at least I thought they were large. They were always hard and I loved the way they would rub on my shirts and boys would stare at them. Quite a lot of old men would as well, that kind of grossed me out a little, but it was worth it for the way it felt.

I was just getting in the shower when I realized that I had forgotten to grab a towel. I thought about going to get one, but then I thought now would be a perfect time to start my plan on seducing Alex. I stepped in and quickly washed my hair and soaped myself down, paying extra attention to my pussy. I loved my little bush, it was very fine and so soft, you could still see my lips thru it and I loved lightly pulling on my pubes when playing with myself. I don’t know why Caitlyn insisted on shaving hers but she always kept it completely bald.

It was weird, around other people Caitlyn was always so shy, but at home when it was just the two of us in our room she seemed to make an effort to be naked in front of me. She always took ages choosing what to wear and walking around nude and asking if I liked this top or that bra and panties combination. Trying them on and then changing her mind and changing clothes again! I never had that problem, I always knew what I wanted to wear and didn’t need her opinion on the matter, though she always told me I looked good in whatever I chose to wear. She never used to do it, I guess she just wanted to look good and impress a boy, but she didn’t seem to be interested in any, well none that I knew of anyway.

We were really close and I love her heaps, she’s my best friend and we talk about everything. But things seemed a bit backwards sometimes. She always wanted to hang out with me. I mean I’m the younger one; shouldn’t I be following her around, bugging her and wanting to hang out with her friends? She even taught me how to masturbate!

One night about a year ago, I woke up and I could hear Caitlyn breathing hard and moaning. I thought she was having a nightmare or something the way sounded, so I jumped out of bed and rushed over to hers. She would always comfort me when I used to have nightmares, so I didn’t think twice about doing the same for her.

She just about jumped a mile when I came flying across the room, completely naked, (I can’t stand wearing clothes when I sleep, they get all twisted and tied up around me, so eventually mum gave up trying to make me wear some).

“Caitlyn, Caitlyn! Wake up your having a nightmare!”
“Lauren! What are you doing? I’m fine, leave me alone!”
“But Caitlyn, I heard you, what were you doing then?
“Just go back to bed and go to sleep”
“Not until you tell me what you were doing! We tell each other everything, why won’t you tell me?”
“FINE! If you really want to know I was masturbating and now you’ve interrupted me and I’ll never be able to finish now”

She sounded really pissed at me and now I was totally embarrassed. I knew about sex, from classes at school and talking to my friends but I had never done anything and now I didn’t know what to do. I started to cry and turned around and began walking back to my bed.

“Lauren, don’t cry, I’m sorry I snapped at you, but you really surprised me and it’s not the best time to interrupt someone when they’re just about to cum”

I turned back to her and saw that she was now sitting up in bed, holding her arms out to me. The little bit of moonlight coming in thru the window let me see that she wasn’t wearing the hello kitty pajamas that she always wore. Her boobs were dusky in the half light and I wished again that I had tits like hers. Mine hadn’t started at all yet and I was always jealous that Caitlyn and so many of my friends already had boobs and I had none.

I walked over and sat down on the edge of her bed and she hugged me tight, I could smell her hair, freshly washed and the strawberry scent of her shampoo. More interestingly I could feel one of her boobs squishing against me; they felt so soft against my chest with a hard nipple poking into me. I felt my own nipples harden and a warmth between my legs that seemed to spread slowly outwards. I stopped crying and started to pull back, but Caitlyn continued to hold me close.

She whispered into my ear “Do you know what masturbating is?” her breath ticked my ear.

I nodded, “Sort of….”
“Do you know how to do it, have you tried it yet”

I could only shake my head, I was feeling so nervous and squirmy in my stomach and so excited at the same time.

Caitlyn let go of me and pulled back the blankets, I could see that she was completely naked, her Hello Kitty pajamas balled up beside her. I could feel myself blushing as I looked at her naked body, we were sisters and close but we didn’t go prancing around naked in front of each other and this was something else entirely.

She leant back and ran her hands down her sides until they reached her thighs and then she slightly spread her legs. It was then I noticed that she didn’t have any pubic hair.

“Why don’t you have any hair? I’ve got some, where’s yours?”
She giggled, “I shave it off, I love the way it feels when I run my fingers across my bare skin. You should do it too, I can show you how if you like.”
“No,” I shook my head, “that’s ok, I only just got some, I don’t want to get rid of them yet, I don’t even have boobs yet, yours are so nice”

“Don’t worry, I’m older than you, yours will start to grow soon. Do you want me to show you how to feel good, it’s better than you could ever imagine”
“Will it hurt? It hurts the first time doesn’t it?”
Caitlyn laughed again, “No silly, playing with yourself doesn’t hurt, and it’s when you have sex with a boy for the first time that it hurts. This is all about feeling good.”

“Oh, ok then…..what do I do?” I had no real idea of what a girl did, I knew that boys got hard but I had no idea what we would do.

“Here” she said, “get up on the bed and sit beside me”, she patted the bed near the middle, so I got up and sat cross-legged on the bed by her hips. I could feel my pussy lips part slightly when I did this, it was something that I was getting more conscious of every time I sat this way, I don’t know why, but I liked the way it felt.

Caitlyn then turned on her bedside lamp, bringing a golden glow to her pale skin. We could now clearly see each other and we both just stared at each other’s bodies.

I was a little startled when suddenly Caitlyn said “Now watch what I do.”

She opened her mouth and put two fingers in and sucked on them lightly before pulling them out and bringing them down to her pussy. I was transfixed as she began to run them up and down her lips. They were very small and didn’t stick out very far at all, mine were bigger than hers!

Her other hand began playing with her right nipple, rubbing it between a finger and thumb, then pulling on it until her boob stretched right out. “Doesn’t that hurt?” I gasped.

“No, it feels really good. Why don’t you try it? Wet your finger and rub your nipples, they’re already hard I see” she giggled. Her voice had gotten a little breathy already and a flush had started to creep across her chest.

I blushed again as I realized she could clearly see how hard my nipples were. They were sticking out more than ever before! I hesitantly brought my hand up to my mouth and licked my fingers, before bringing them down and touched my nipple. It was like an electric shock, they had never felt like this before! I closed my eyes and let out a gasp, I couldn’t believe it. How could I have never felt this before? Why was this so different from when my nipples were hard other times?

“Lauren, look at me, look at what I’m doing!” I was jolted out of my little moment of euphoria by Caitlyn’s urging. I looked down again to see that she now had both hands on her pussy.

“See this? This is my clit, rubbing this is the best bit of all, it will drive you out of your mind!”

She was using one hand to spread her little lips apart and pointing the other at a little nub about the size of a pea near the top. Her pussy was glistening wet and I could smell a musky aroma coming from her as I leant in closer to get a better look. My hair fell down, cascading around my head until the rest of the world was blocked out and all I could see was Caitlyn’s hands rubbing her pussy. I could her hear moan when my hair fell on her.

“Stay there, don’t move Lauren, stay….right…..there!” She breathed out each word, I don’t think anything could have made me move just then, this was the coolest thing I had ever seen.

One hand continued to hold her lips open while the fingers of her other hand began to rub rapidly up down on either side of her clit. Her pussy was getting wetter and I could feel my own pussy responding. If this was masturbating I definitely wanted to try it, but for now I had to see what would happen next.

Caitlyn was breathing harder now and moaning almost continuously. While she continued to rub her clit, her other hand reached up and touched my chest until she found a nipple. I moaned at the contact and Caitlyn pulled at my nipple until it started to hurt. I leant down further trying to lessen the pressure, my face was practically right in her pussy now, and if I stuck out my tongue I could probably lick her fingers as they rubbed over her slick lips.

“Oh Lauren!” Caitlyn practically screamed, thrusting her hips up towards my face, I pulled back, my nipple slipping out from between her fingers as I watched in shock as Caitlyn spasmed and twitched in front of me. Was this an orgasm? It looked like it hurt, like she was having some kind of seizure, but the way she was moaning and the look of bliss on her face made it clear this was anything but pain she was experiencing.

I just sat back and watched, my nipple was still tender but it did feel good and my pussy was definitely damp, I couldn’t wait to try this for myself! Caitlyn slowly calmed down and eventually looked at me.

“Wow, Lauren that was the best ever! The feel of your hair on my skin and when I could feel your breath on my pussy, it was amazing!”
“It looked really cool, but you pulled on my nipple so hard. Look at it, it’s all red now”

“Sorry” she said with a sheepish smile. We both looked down at my nipple and she reached out a hand and with sticky fingers lightly touching it. I shuddered at her touch and let out a slight moan.
“So, did you like that? Want to try it yourself now?”
“HELL YES!”
I practically shoved her over to the side of the bed and lay down beside her. She laughed and sat up beside me.
“Eager aren’t you?”
I could only laugh as well. I was eager, very eager to feel something that looked like it felt incredible. I put my hands down to my pussy and immediately started rubbing.

“Not like that, like this” I was shocked when she reached down and pushed my hands out of the way and started trailing her hands thru my sparse little bush.

“Your hair is so soft,” she said while pulling at my pubes. This sent a little shock to my pussy and I loved it. But I felt weird with her touching me, I wanted to do this for myself. I reached back down and more gently and slowly this time started rubbing around my lips. Caitlyn was right, this was much better, there was obviously a bit of a learning curve to this I thought.

“That’s it, now feel for the little hard lump at the top, you’ll know it when you find it”

I searched around a little and boy was she right, the intense rush I felt when I touched my clit for the first time was incredible. Right away I knew that this was something I would be doing a lot of! It didn’t take long for me to figure out what felt good and within a couple of minutes I was lost in my own world with my eyes closed and my fingers bringing me closer to paradise.

I could feel a pressure building inside me and I was breathing hard and moaning louder and louder.

“Shhhh! Not so loud, you don’t want to wake up mum and dad!”

That gave me a shock, this would not be a good time for them to walk in on us! I tried to stifle my moans by putting a hand over my mouth as I continued to rub my pussy. I could see Caitlyn avidly staring down at me, we stared into each other’s eyes for a moment then she reached out with her other hand and began to tweak my nipples.

That was all it took, I exploded and had to bite down on my hand so I didn’t scream out loud. I thought I was going to turn inside out the feelings were so intense, I had to pull my hand away from my clit almost straight away it was too much for me. I just lay there panting and moaning, then I heard Caitlyn cumming again. She was moaning and pulling on my nipple again and then she just collapsed down beside me, half draping herself over me as we both slowly came back down to earth.

After a couple of minutes we both calmed down and she asked “still think I was having a nightmare?”
I quietly laughed and slipped out of her bed and went back to mine. “Good night Caitlyn, I love you”
“Love you too, Lauren”

Thoughts of that night were running thru my mind as I stroked my clit in the shower, we had never down anything together again. But I never passed up the opportunity to get myself off in the shower or when I was alone. It never seemed to bother Caitlyn though, I would catch her quite often playing with herself in bed or the bathroom.

I decided I had been in the shower long enough and I was getting quite close to cumming but I didn’t want that to happen just yet. I was nervous and excited again, no boy had ever seen me completely naked and the first one was going to be my brother! It was now or never.

“Caitlyn! Can you bring me a towel?” I called out, knowing full well that she was downstairs and couldn’t hear me.

“Caitlyn? Are you there? Caitlyn?!” I called again, then after waiting a moment longer.
“Alex? Can you pass me a towel please? I forgot to get one.”

The room was pretty steamy but I figured he would get a pretty good look, I put one hand over my pussy and the other across my nipples and waited for Alex.

My heart was hammering as the door slowly opened and Alex walked in, he was only wearing shorts and a t-shirt with the towel held in front of him. My pussy twitched as I could see that he had a huge bulge in his shorts that the towel did not hide at all, as it was off to the side and I had a clear view. I waited what felt like an eternity before I decided that he had had enough time to stare.

“Take a picture why don’t you! Quit staring you jerk!”

He went bright red before blurting out “I’m sorry”, throwing the towel across the room and then he scurried back out of the bathroom closing the door behind him. I could barely control my laughing as I turned off the shower and stepped out. I quickly grabbed the towel and began drying off just as Caitlyn walked into the room without knocking.

“Don’t you ever knock?”
“Not when I know it’s you in here. Finished yet? I need a shower too you know?

She started taking her clothes off before I could even reply, she turned away from me and bent over at the waist before pulling down her tights, showing me her butt.

“Nice butt” I said as I slapped it on my way out the door. I could hear her squeal in indignation as I closed the door behind me.

Phase one complete I thought. Alex isn’t going to know what hit him and I wanted more than Dusty could give me. I wanted my brother’s cock and I meant to have it!

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All participants in this story are no younger than 18 years of age.

Warrick heard a knocking at the front door. He cracked his eyes open and squinted into the morning sunlight. It was Saturday, and he had some idea of who could possibly be coming over so early, but he didn’t delight in the commotion she was likely to bring, so he groaned and turned over.

The knocking persisted and Hazel croaked sleepily, “Honey, will you go see who that is?” Warrick sighed, sat up in bed, and stretched. He knew full well who it was. He rubbed his hand lightly on his wife’s naked back for a moment, thinking fondly about the previous night, and then got up to put on his bathrobe.

He smoothed his bedhead over as he descended the stairs to the door. When he opened it, Elsie burst inside. “Hey Warrick! Is Brie awake yet?” she asked brightly.

“Elsie, it’s far too early to be so loud,” Warrick complained.

“Sorry, sir, I’ve been up for two hours now and I’m so bored I’m practically a tree. Can Brie and I play today?”

“I don’t know if she’s awake right now. Brie had a… long day yesterday.” Warrick was a little unsure how to proceed. “You can go up and check on her, but she might not be awake right now. And,” he added, “she might need her privacy, so knock before you go into her room.”

Elsie gave an over-exaggerated salute. “Yes sir!” Then she tromped loudly up the stairs.

Warrick shook his head, wondering how a girl so small could make such a racket. In the back of his mind, he recalled how he had masturbated to her photo in his car the previous day. He felt a little bit self-conscious about his behavior, with her hanging around in person, but at the same time still had to admire her toned, dancer’s figure and matching attitude. Today, she was wearing a floral cotton sundress with opaque black tights and chunky black sneakers. On top of her head was a pair of cheap but stylish-enough sunglasses. She disappeared around the corner and Warrick sighed and went to make some breakfast.

Upstairs, Brie became aware of an approaching maelstrom as she was jarred suddenly out of her slumber. Something was coming her way, but she was barely awake enough to comprehend it.

Ignoring Warrick’s ground rules, Elsie flung open the bedroom door without knocking. “Honey, I’m home!” she shouted.

They heard a muffled shout from Hazel’s bedroom, “Elsie, quiet down! It’s too early for that much noise!” Elsie grimaced at Brie.

Brie squinted at her friend and then stuffed her pillow over her face, “Go away.”

“No way, man,” she countered, “I’m bored and my parents made me go outside.”

“Well, you’re not outside now. Why’d you have to come over here? I’m not even awake yet.”

“Cuz I’m booored,” Elsie repeated. “And it’s Saturday. And you’re my best friend. And best friends go out on Saturdays!” She kicked off her shoes and jumped onto the bed, crawling close to Brie.

Brie sighed, removing the pillow from her face. A smirk betrayed her annoyance, “Maybe one of these days I’ll be able to wake up on my own.”

“Brie, if it were up to you, you’d never wake up.”

Brie shot her tongue out at her best friend. Elsie gave her an air kiss and a wink in return. They both burst into giggles.

When they calmed down, the room got notably quiet. Brie looked away from her friend, blushed, and said, “Well, you should probably leave the room. I need to… get ready.”

Elsie was indignant. “What? I’ve seen you get dressed before. Hell, I’ve helped you!”

“I know, but I don’t mean to get dressed. Now I’ve gotta take care of something first. So I don’t pass out again, remember?”

Elsie’s eyes went wide, “Oooh, right! I can’t believe I wasn’t thinking about that. Well, don’t have too much fun without me,” she joked. She left the room and closed the door behind her.

Brie loaded up a syringe with the syrup she was supposed to take. She squirted it into her mouth and swallowed. The doctor had said that this would help speed the process along, and right away she felt her head get a little bit fuzzier, her loins warmer. Then it was time to make herself cum so that she wouldn’t get distracted and make a fool of herself while she was out with her friend.

Outside, Elsie headed toward the stairs, passing by Warrick’s and Hazel’s room on the way. The door was ajar and she slowed and glanced in as she passed. She saw Brie’s mom had gotten out of bed and was standing at her dresser in her bathrobe, rummaging through the top drawer. Elsie must have been making enough noise because Hazel turned to look at her, catching her eye.

“Oh, good morning Elsie, how’s Brie doing?”

Elsie’s eyes went wide. Hazel’s robe was open, showing Elsie nearly everything. From her soft, voluptuous, bare breasts, down to the cleft of her vagina, Hazel left nothing to the startled girl’s imagination. It’s not that Elsie hadn’t seen naked women before—she had seen her mother, her sister, women on the internet, even Brie—just that she had never seen, or expected to see, Brie’s mother particularly so nonchalant about it. In her hands, the older woman held a pair of delicate panties she had picked out for the day.

Elsie, embarrassed, tore her eyes away from the sight and walked swiftly down the hall to the stairs. “Uh, Brie seems good,” she called back. Her cheeks burned hot as she recalled the sight. That was amazing, she thought.

Once she was downstairs, she padded into the kitchen and slipped onto a stool near where Warrick was mixing up some pancake batter in his own bathrobe. She was glad that his was tied closed. She didn’t want to see both of Brie’s parents in the buff, especially since Warrick was a male. She realized she was holding her breath and exhaled loudly, startling the man.

“Jesus, Els, where did you come from?”

Elsie giggled, relieved to have some levity to break the tension she was holding in her chest. “From upstairs!”

“I swear, that’s the quietest you’ve been in your entire life, young lady.” Elsie grinned through squinted eyes, then stuck out her tongue. “How’s Brie, kiddo?”

“She’s good. Are you making pancakes?”

Warrick gestured to the bowl of batter, “What does it look like?”

“Looks like a mess,” Elsie taunted.

Warrick shot a glare at Elsie and she giggled again. “Why you little b—” Warrick halted and Elsie feigned shock at the word he could have finished his sentence with. “I’ll make a mess of you, little girl!” And with that, he lifted the wooden mixing spoon out of the bowl and flicked it at Elsie. A glob of pancake batter splattered across her face and she shrieked. Warrick laughed, “Take that!” He flicked it again, another stream of batter flying. “And that!”

“Ooh! You got it in my hair,” Elsie recoiled and whined. But she doubled back, leaning forward, opening her mouth wide. “In my mouth! In my mouth!” she exclaimed. She closed her eyes and stuck out her tongue.

Warrick was suddenly struck by the sight in front of him. Brie’s young friend sat forward, mouth agape, sticky fluid streaked across her pretty little face, asking for more in her mouth. He flashed back to the streaks he left on the photo of her and Brie that he had used the morning before. It didn’t take much time for a tent to form underneath his robe. Luckily, the girl’s eyes were closed, so he was able to quickly adjust himself without her noticing. “In your mouth, huh?”

“Uh huh,” she giggled without pulling her tongue in or closing her mouth.

Warrick knew the thoughts filling his head were taboo, but he wasn’t doing anything wrong. He moved closer to her and put one hand on the top of her head, pushing it back. “Alright, lean back and keep your mouth open.”

She smiled and said, “Ahh.”

Warrick brought the batter-covered spoon over her mouth and flicked it gently. Slowly, the viscous batter oozed off and dripped into her mouth. Elsie groaned with pleasure as it collected in her mouth and dripped onto her chin. After a few moments of memorizing the sight, Warrick let go of the girl and she opened her eyes and swallowed.

“Yum! That tastes good,” she smiled.

“I’m sure it does,” Warrick replied and swallowed hard. Elsie collected what remained on her face onto her fingers and sucked them dry.

“In my mouth! In my mouth!” they heard from the stairs. “What on earth is going on down here?” Hazel inquired. Warrick turned red. He knew she had heard the same things he had.

Hazel appeared in the doorway. Elsie was glad that she was wearing short shorts and an oversized tee-shirt instead of an open bathrobe. She got up and rushed to meet Hazel by the kitchen door. “He got it in my hair!” she exclaimed.

“He did? I hate it when that happens,” she said with a laugh. Warrick choked and shot a glance at his wife. With her finger, Hazel wiped up some of the remaining batter from Elsie’s hair and licked it off, winking at Warrick. He tried to maintain his composure, but he was positive his eyes nearly bugged out of his head. “There we go, all cleaned up now. Go take a seat at the table. Brie should be down soon.” Elsie left for the neighboring room.

Warrick retreated, turning toward the counter, and began pouring the pancake batter onto the hot griddle. Hazel approached. “And what about you?” She wrapped her arms around him from behind.

He leaned back into her. “What about me, dear?”

“Are you all cleaned up?” She reached down into his robe and clutched his hard cock. “Oh my, someone’s a little dirty,” she chided quietly into his ear. Warrick didn’t know how to respond. She brushed her hand along its length until she got to the top. She felt his warm pre-cum oozing from the slit. Loud enough for Elsie to hear, she said, “Looks like someone’s got a little batter on himself, too.” She gathered it together on her fingers and then lewdly sucked them clean next to his ear. “There we go, you’re all cleaned up, too.” And with that, she released her grip, kissed him on the cheek, and started gathering up table settings.

Warrick was a bit confused, but a large part of him was so turned on that he wanted to just bend his wife over the kitchen counter and take her right there. Of course, he knew he couldn’t with Elsie just in the next room over. Or his daughter upstairs, for that matter.

“Morning dad,” he heard from behind him.

“Oh, morning honey,” Warrick replied, glancing over his shoulder. He saw his daughter in a white, fitted tee shirt and baggy sweatpants. He also thought he could detect a fading sheen of sweat on her face. He assumed she had successfully masturbated for the first time that morning. “You’re not wearing any panties, right?”

“Da-ad,” Brie whined.

“It’s an innocent question, kiddo.” Warrick defended himself. “Gotta follow the doctor’s orders.” He switched subjects to assuage her embarrassment, “Hungry for pancakes?”

“I could eat a whole load!”

“Me too!” called his wife from the other room. He wasn’t sure if she meant that as a double entendre.

“Me three!” finished Elsie.

“Okay, here it comes.”

———

“So what are the two of you getting up to today?” Hazel asked as they finished the last of the pancakes.

Elsie piped up, “We’re going to the mall. We’re gonna do some shopping.”

“More like you’re going to do some shopping,” Brie interjected. “Your parents always give you money.”

“Oh is that how it is, my child?” Hazel asked, bemused. “Do I detect a hint of guilt trip?”

“It’s true!” Brie protested, and glanced at Elsie, who just shrugged and swigged her milk.

“Well, in this family, money is earned. I don’t hear you stepping up to do more chores.”

Warrick chimed in, “The car could use a wash.”

“Ugh,” Brie sighed and crossed her arms, “Why did I have to be born into the cheapskate family?”

Her father just chuckled, “Well, the offer’s there if you want to accept.”

Brie rolled her eyes, crammed the last of her pancake in her mouth and spoke through her chewing, “Let’s get out of here, Elsie. I’m ready to go.”

“Right-o!” Elsie slammed her glass on the table and hopped off the chair. “Oh, I left my shoes in your room, I gotta go grab ’em!” She left Brie at the foot of the stairs and trampled noisily up them as Warrick sighed and shook his head, exchanging a knowing smile with his wife.

Elsie reached Brie’s room and bent over to scoop up her shoes. As she turned to leave, she glanced over at the bedsheets. In the middle, a rather large wet patch caught her attention. Surely Brie didn’t wet the bed, she thought.

She recalled the rumor that she heard that Brie had wet herself in the middle of class. But from her own private experiences, she was well aware that girls could produce moisture down below. Plus, there was the fact that she knew that Brie was super-orgasmic. Could that be it? she wondered. Those sheets seemed awful wet to her. She stepped closer to the bed. She sensed a pungent aroma, and felt a wave of intense curiosity.

She climbed up onto the bed to get closer, leaned her head down and drew in the scent. It definitely wasn’t ordinary wet sheets. It smelled similar to the scents that Elsie left on her own fingers. Not the same, but close enough that she knew. She was fascinated and felt her slit seemingly volunteer to add its own contribution to the large spot. Her mind swam, wondering why she felt that way about her best friend’s girlish fluids.

“Elsie! Are you coming?” Brie shouted from the stairs.

Elsie snapped out of her reverie, “Yes, just tying my shoes!” She jammed her sneakers sloppily onto her feet and raced down the hallway. “Let’s go, what are we waiting for?”

Brie smirked mischievously at her friend. “You! I’m waiting for you.”

“I’m ready to go, so let’s go!”

“Bye mom, bye dad!”

“Bye h-honey,” Warrick stammered from the other room. Hazel said nothing. Unknown to the girls, her mouth was full with her husband’s hard-on. But without a further care or concern, the girls burst out of the doorway and into the already hot morning sun.

“How do you get your parents to give you money all the time?”

“I just ask my dad,” Elsie replied.

“That never works for me,” Brie said with consternation.

“If I really want to get what I want, I make sure to call him ‘daddy’. He can almost never resist when I do that. I think it makes him think I’m a kid all over again.”

“I know that trick, too! Too bad it never works when money is involved.”

“Your dad really is a cheapskate!”

“I knooow,” Brie moaned, “It sucks.” She changed the subject, “So what are you gonna buy today?”

“I dunno, I’ll see what’s cool.”

“Elsie, you’ll never be cool,” Brie teased.

Elsie recoiled. “Uh, shut up! Not on a day like today, anyway. Literally. It’s so hot! Why did I decide to wear tights?” she whined.

“Trying too hard to be cool. Like always!”

“We aren’t friends anymore,” Elsie returned, matter-of-factly.

The mall was about a mile away, but it was enough to build up a decent sweat for both of the girls. Brie felt the droplets beading up and running down her lower back. It kind of tickled.

As they neared the entrance, they saw a group their age. Some of them were skulking about in the shade, watching as others practiced skateboarding tricks. Brie felt a little self-conscious. She wasn’t sure what rumors they would be saying about her. Had word gotten around school on Friday? She could barely recall what she had actually done in school the day before. Elsie recognized one of the girls from the next grade up. “Dude, Mia! What are you doing here?”

Mia was a slender girl with much darker skin and a wild, explosion of hair on top. She wore a vintage, threadbare ringer tee that fit tightly across her chest and considerably ripped-up boyfriend jeans. She picked up her skateboard and approached the two. “Whassup, bitches? I’m just hanging with my friends. It’s too nice to be indoors today.”

“Yeah,” conceded Elsie, “except it’s fucking hot out, and we’re both modern girls who like modern conveniences… like air conditioning.”

“Aren’t you fancy?” Mia retorted, arching one eyebrow teasingly. “Well, there ain’t no environment faker than the mall, so you’ve come to the right place, honey.” Mia looked over at Brie and gave her a once over. “Speaking of hot, who’s your friend?”

Brie blushed, at once relieved that nobody seemed to recognize her and flattered that someone who seemed so cool was interested in her.

Elsie clutched her friend’s shoulders, “This is my friend Brie Nova,” she said, and then quickly added, “And you can’t have her. She’s taken!”

Brie stammered at the declaration, “Taken?! By who?”

Elsie smiled broadly at her, then, with a nod in Mia’s direction she stated, “Me!” With that, she turned back to Brie and planted a big, sloppy, wet kiss on her cheek.

Brie shrieked and ducked away, “You’re crazy, Elsie!” Mia and Elsie burst into laughter. Brie came back to give her friend a light shove.

They stood awkwardly for a moment, regaining their composure. Brie felt like she was under a spotlight all of a sudden. She sensed Mia’s eyes boring into her, and her own eyes dodged around, avoiding eye contact with the upperclassman. Finally Mia piped up, “That name, Brie. Say, are you that girl that I heard rumors about at school yesterday?”

“No. I mean, um, I dunno. What rumors?”

“I just heard a bunch of people talking about this girl who took her clothes off in the middle of class. I’m pretty sure the name they were saying was ‘Brie’.”

The poor girl’s body language said everything. There was no way she could lie her way out of it.

“You’re not gonna believe it!” Elsie jumped in, “The doctor said—”

“Elsie! What are you doing?” Brie whispered. She was near tears.

“What? You know they’re already spreading bad rumors about you. I was just going to spread some good ones. Make some people jealous.”

Brie’s bottom lip was quivering. Elsie pressed on, soothingly, “Hell, girl, even I’m super-jealous. You’re gonna be having hyper-sex while all us normies are gonna be doing things like normal.”

“Hyper-sex?” Mia perked up.

“Yeah, dude, you know how some superheroes have heightened senses? Well Brie is like that. But she’s not gonna be an X-Man, she’s gonna be more like… O-Girl, if you know what I mean!”

“That so?” Mia looked toward Brie, who took a deep breath and sighed, eyes locked on her feet. “Damn, girl, I’m am jealous. It’s hard enough for Carter to get me off as it is.”

“Anyway,” Elsie butted back in, “talk about that if you’re gonna be spreading rumors. We’re going shopping.” Elsie herded her friend toward the door.

Mia called after them, “A’ight, peace ladies. You should come around here more often, both of you!”

Hot tears scorched Brie’s cheeks. “I’m soo embarrassed. I’m gonna die!”

“You’re gonna be fine, Brie. Look, you’ve already got Mia on your side, and she’s so cool! And get this, she’s supposedly bisexual.”

Brie turned around and saw Mia talking to her friends. She noted they all turned in her direction, eyes wide. “Really? But she said she was dating someone named Carter.”

“So? That doesn’t make you not bisexual, you idiot!”

Brie smirked, “Yeah. I guess you’re right.”

“Oh good, a hint of a smile. Maybe we can get back into the shopping mood now. You’ve got Mia on your side; that’s a pretty good start.”

The two girls entered the mall. Frigid air conditioning fought back against the summer sun, blasting across their bodies. Both girls shivered, and Brie’s teeth chattered briefly. She quipped, “I’m so glad we’re heating up the rest of the planet so that we can freeze our boobs off in here.” She could feel the sweat evaporating off her body in the cool, dry air. In fact, it almost tingled. She felt another shiver rise from the small of her back up over her shoulders.

“Maybe tights weren’t such a bad idea after all!” Elsie bragged, “I’m pretty comfy now.”

The girls wandered the mall, window shopping for something that caught their interests. Elsie attempted to catch the eyes of any cute boys she saw, but Brie mostly kept her head down, still a little nervous about anybody who might recognize her from school.

At last, Elsie zeroed in on a store that catered to her tastes. “Ooh, Justine’s Place! Lets go in here. It’s always super-cute and super-cheap, too.” She grabbed Brie’s hand and pulled her inside.

“Aren’t we getting a little old for this store?” Brie thought they had some nice designs, but felt a bit like she was growing out of the style.

“Oh hush, I can still rock it!” Elsie defended. Brie felt a little less out-in-the-open once she was in the store, and so admitted to herself that she didn’t really mind, after all. Inside, they appeared to be the only ones shopping. A single cashier, an older boy, worked the main counter.

They both poked around the racks, while Elsie piled some things up across one arm. “Ooh, don’t you think this is cute? I wonder if this is in my size. Do you think I could pull this off?” For penniless Brie, this was to be only an aspirational exercise.

“C’mon, help me try these on now,” Elsie said, heading for the dressing room.

The cashier boy approached her, “Ready to try those on?”

“Yeah, looks like I’ve got…” she counted the pile on her arm, “seven things.”

“Okay, just put this tag on the outside of your door before you go in.” He handed her the plastic number and wandered away as Elsie stepped in.

She turned and, with a sly smirk, flicked her head at Brie in the direction of open dressing room. “Come help me try these on!” she whispered. Brie grinned, looked around quickly and then dashed into the cubicle with her friend.

“You know they can see our feet, right?”

“Ah, they’re not gonna care, anyway. Besides, it’s not like I’m bringing a boy in here.” Elsie hung up her choices and put them in the order she wanted to try them on.

Up first was a red and black plaid, flared minidress. She flipped her sundress over her head as Brie took a seat on the small bench. That Elsie was topless in front of her was nothing new to Brie. They had been close friends for a long time and, between baths, swimming excursions, sleepovers, and shopping adventures like these, they had seen each other in various states of undress their entire lives.

Elsie lifted the hanger out of the minidress and pulled it over her head. She smoothed the garment down over her body and looked at herself it in the mirror. “Hmm, what do you think?” she questioned thoughtfully.

“I think it looks nice. But you look kind of like a goth in it.”

“Yeah… you’re right. It is black and red, I guess.”

“I bet it would look better with red tights instead of black.”

Elsie cocked her head to the side, considering it. “I’d look like a peony!” she announced. Brie burst into laughter, which caused Elsie to follow suit. “Red tights are too much like midnight mass on Christmas!”

Brie conceded. “Yeah, I guess you’re right. Hmm, what about no tights?” she offered, “What does it look like like that?”

Elsie nodded. “Good call.” With that, she kicked off her sneakers, reached up under the dress, and pulled her tights down her legs. She stepped out of them and again smoothed down the fabric.

“That’s better… buuut… I’ve decided I don’t love it.” Brie nodded in quiet agreement.

Elsie pulled the dress off and, now in just her panties, hung it back on the rack. “Nice underpants,” Brie teased. Elsie glanced down at them. They were geometrically-themed boyshorts in a clashing teal and yellow color scheme. Brie legitimately thought they seemed very trendy.

Elsie looked up at her friend and grinned. “You haven’t seen these before?”

“Not those. Not yet.”

“Hm, I guess I got them last week, probably.”

Brie rolled her eyes. “Ugh, you’re always getting new clothes! I pretty much only get them when back-to-school comes around. And then my parents complain about how much money they have to spend.”

“Oh my god, Brie!” Elsie spoke loudly, “Speaking of your parents, I totally saw your mom naked today!” Suddenly they heard a nearby dressing room door open, which startled them. The two girls froze and watched through the gap at the bottom of their cubicle door as two pairs of feet stepped by. They heard a cough from the cashier boy who had stationed himself close by. He asked apprehensively, “Do, uh, you need me to find another size for you?”

An older woman replied, “No thanks, I think my daughter and I have seen—and heard—enough here.”

“Okay,” he cleared his throat, “Have a nice day.”

Brie reached out and covered her friend’s mouth. “Honestly, Elsie, you’re always so loud! That family and that boy probably heard you.”

“Sorry!” Elsie whispered through Brie’s fingers. She caught a familiar scent on them from earlier in the morning, a scent that matched Brie’s bedsheets, but she was too distracted by her story to give it further thought. She grabbed a tee-shirt from they try-on pile. There was an artistic blue pattern screen-printed on it and overtop was a message that said, “Every day is an adventure.” Her tone turned instantly conversational again, albeit more hushed than before, “But I saw her!”

“So what? I see my mom like that all the time. I’m sure it was an accident.”

“It was an accident! At first. I mean, I didn’t mean to catch her dressing. But then she turned to me and just started talking to me. She didn’t even care that she was naked!”

Brie wasn’t entirely sure what to say, but her head began to swim lightly at the thought. She did think her mother was acting a little strange lately, ever since she got out of the hospital when she helped her masturbate for the first time after the doctor’s diagnosis. “Well, okay, so you’ve seen my mom’s vag now. Welcome to the club.”

Elsie pulled on a blue-patterned ruffled mini-skirt that seemed to be designed to match the top perfectly. “I didn’t just see it, she practically showed it off to me. Oh shit,” she spat. “I’ve got the wrong size; it’s too big. Let me go get a different one.” She bunched up the loose skirt into her hand and pulled it tight around her waist. As she reached for the door, she said, “But I will give her credit. It wasn’t bad. It was…pert.”

Brie guffawed, “What?”

“It was pert!” Elsie chuckled, “Your mom has a pert pussy!”

She pulled open the dressing room door and took a step forward, but stopped short and squeaked. There was the cashier, standing conspicuously close, but notably where they couldn’t have seen him under the door gap. He flushed deeply and cleared his throat, looking nervously around the hallway, “Uh, is there another size I can get you?”

Elsie glared at him and shut the door, “No.”

“Oh–oh–okay, just let me know if you need anything,” he stammered. They heard him walk quickly off.

Elsie frowned at her friend, “The sneak! I think he was eavesdropping on us!” Brie felt her cheeks flush. He had probably overheard about her mom’s strange behavior. She silently despaired at what was her life coming to. Elsie bent over and peaked under the door. “Okay, I think he’s gone. I’ll be right back.” She gripped the too-big skirt around her waste and headed out the door.

While Brie waited, she gazed at the remaining clothing her friend had yet to try on. One was an overly long, military-green shirt with a single button at the top. She liked it and she knew that she and Elsie were similar sizes, though her friend was slightly smaller than her. She decided that even though she couldn’t afford it on her own, she wanted to see how she looked in the shirt. She was attempting to distract herself from her thoughts. Thoughts about her mother’s strange interaction with her friend. Was it really true? Why did she do it? Was it a misunderstanding? Either way, Elsie didn’t seem to mind. And there was something about it that Brie was desperate to normalize.

She stripped off her top and momentarily the cool air of the shop caressed her naked torso. A shiver raced through her as her nipples stood at attention. Her skin began to shine with a faint glimmer of sweat and her vagina suddenly felt a little bit dewy. She thought that she’d soon have to take a personal break, to take care of herself, per the doctor’s orders. She wasn’t sure where she could do that at the mall, so she put it out of her mind, trying to ignore the buzzing in her head. It would have to wait for home. She put on the shirt, pulling it over her breasts, down her waist, and just over her hips. It really was quite a long shirt, she realized, but it was tight. It clung to her moistened skin and even with her slight frame, it was a bit of a struggle.

The door swung opened suddenly, startling the poor girl. “I’m back, bitch!” Elsie shouted in her patently loud way. In one hand she had a new skirt and with the other, she loosened her grip on the bunched-up over-sized garment she was currently trying on. She shimmied her hips and, as it drifted off her waist and down to the ground, she looked Brie up and down in the new shirt. “Nice! That’s looking pretty good!”

“I think it’s a little small.”

“Well, let’s see the real deal, first!”

“What do you mean?” Brie frowned.

“The way it’s supposed to look!” Elsie said matter-of-factly. “Take off your pants.”

“What? Why?”

“It’s a shirt-dress, you idiot. You’re not supposed to wear pants with it.”

“Oh! I knew that,” Brie lied through the fog that was quickly collecting in her head.

“Honestly, you’d be a fashion nightmare without me, Brie. Those sweats are bad enough.” Brie shot out her tongue and hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her pants and dropped them over her hips and down to the floor. She tugged at the hem of the shirtdress to make sure it covered her. The cool, processed air of the store battled against the rapidly building heat of her exposed cunt.

“Not bad, not bad,” Elsie observed thoughtfully. “How’s it feel?”

Brie wrinkled her nose and shifted around. “Still tight.” She turned slowly, and stiffly, like an exaggerated robot. When she was facing away from her friend, she breathed deeply and declared, “I don’t think it will even keep my bottom covered. Check it out.” She bent suddenly over, and the hem of the dress flipped up over her round, bare cheeks, exposing herself to her friend.

Elsie’s eyes went wide. “Holy shit.” She was stunned by her friend’s sudden daringness and stared at the display. She was long familiar with Brie’s naked body, but today, something seemed different. Her pussy lips were puffy and rosy, and they had a slight sheen of moisture in the harsh light of the dressing room.

Brie, herself, was a little unsure of what she was doing. She felt simultaneously more free and quite out of control. It frightened her, but she liked it. A bead of fluid formed at the top of her crevice and rolled down her slit, eventually dotting onto the floor. She could see her friend’s expression via the mirror on the back wall of the dressing room, and noted Elsie’s curious fascination. This caused her insides to oil up even more, yet her throat was parched. “Is this what my mom showed you?” she asked huskily.

After a moment, Elsie spoke, hushed, “Well yes… and no.”

Brie fought back for control of herself and turned around and sat down, bare-ass on the wooden bench. She pulled the shirtdress’s hem down over her crotch, hiding her slit. Feeling some amount of embarrassment washing over her, she sat in awkward silence.

Elsie began to understand the rumors she heard in school the day before. Brie seemed momentarily like she wasn’t cognizant of the real world. Elsie was partly concerned, but felt incredibly curious about the whole scenario. She finally broke the tensions with a warm smile. Clearing her throat, she teased, “Nice underpants, Brie.”

Brie was thankful for the joke. She licked her tingly lips and put her head in her hands, “I knowww, I’m not supposed to wear them anymore. They can… set me off I guess. I just want to wear cute panties again, like you have!”

“Don’t worry about it, kid.” Elsie sat down next to her friend and rubbed her shoulders gently. Brie cooed at the personal attention. She was feeling a great deal of affection toward her friend, despite the self-imposed humiliation. “I do love me some cute panties,” Elsie continued, “but a close second is not wearing any underwear at all! I think that’s why my mom kicks me and my sister out of the house on Saturdays, just so we’ll have to get dressed! At least you’ve got a good medical excuse.” She changed the subject, “So, the dress is too small. That’s easy to fix. I’ll just go grab you the next size up.”

Brie cuddled inside of her friend, feeling infatuated with her attention. “Eh, it doesn’t matter. I can’t buy it, anyway.”

Elsie grabbed the tag and turned it over in her fingers. “Yer in luck. It’s on sale, and I’ve got Daddy’s cash. I’ll buy it for you!”

Elsie got up and started to step into her new skirt size, but a daring idea grew quickly in her head. She wasn’t sure if she was feeling solidarity for her friend’s embarrassment, or if Brie’s actions had kindled something deep inside her, but whatever it was, she felt like being impulsive.

She grinned at Brie, “Hey, that guy, the eavesdropping cashier. If he wants a story to tell to his friends, I bet I can give him a better one than your mom’s pert pussy.”

“What are you going to do?”

“Watch this…” she once again let the skirt fall to the ground and stepped out of it. She cracked the door open and scoped out what she could see of the rest of the store. “Looks like we’re all alone in here.” At that, she opened the door and walked out into the dressing room hallway in nothing but a tee-shirt and her panties.

Brie couldn’t believe it, but didn’t dare make any noise beyond a tiny squeak. Elsie padded slowly out into the main part of the store, sneaking around clothing racks so as not to be seen. The undressed girl felt her heart pounding in her chest. Her ears felt like they were full of cotton and her mouth was a desert. But her pussy dripped inside her exposed panties.

She slowly and deliberately snaked her way among the clothing racks, ducking behind them whenever the cashier boy seemed like he would spot her exposed panties.

Brie, too, felt excitement deep inside her core. She couldn’t believe what her friend was doing. At one point, Elsie moved out of the view where Brie could see from her vantage. So she pulled the tiny shirtdress back down over her ass and she, too, exited the dressing cubicle and moved down the hallway toward the main store. But unlike Elsie, she dared not venture any further.

The store itself was quiet, but the mall still bustled outside. At one point, an older couple walked by. The man was on the window side and he peered in casually. He did a double-take when he saw a young, pantsless girl padding around the floor of this fashion store. Elsie didn’t notice him at all, but Brie could see him from her vantage. Her heart leapt in her chest. She was sure they were going to get in trouble. Instead, the man did nothing, only craned his neck to watch for as long as he could during their brief pass-by.

All the adrenaline was causing Brie to lose her mind. She leaned against the cool, metal doorway of the hall and began to absent-mindedly reach under the short dress and caress her mound as she watched. She could feel her thighs getting slick with sweat and girl cum. Her cheeks burned and her breathing became labored. Her vision tunneled to focus on her friend’s risqué actions. Her legs trembled and she whimpered quietly.

At last Elsie reached the rack with the shirt-dresses on it. Making sure to position herself behind the rack from the cashier’s perspective, she browsed through and found the size that Brie needed and then began to venture back. She spotted Brie watching her from the doorway. But she almost felt like her friend was watching from a different dimension. Brie seemed to be looking at her and through her at the same time. Elsie also noted that one of her hands was moving slowly up underneath the dress. She could barely believe her friend was fingering herself in front of her, and there in the store, yet it helped to validate Elsie’s own confused feelings of eroticism toward her friend that were quickly building.

She strategically worked her way back toward the dressing area, but just before she got back, the cashier boy turned completely away from her. Elsie noticed and then, out of nowhere a naughty idea popped into her head. With a quick leer in Brie’s direction, she found courage to take her risky behavior one step further.

From the middle of the shop floor and with her back facing the cashier, she yanked her panties down and bent over, mooning the boy without his knowledge. She watched as Brie’s eyes went wide.

The girl’s careful self-caress turned into masturbation in earnest as she watched her friend bent over bare-assed in a public venue. Her fingers danced through her slick, velvety folds. She melted down the door frame as her legs failed to support her. She stifled a moan.

Elsie leered at her friend and gave a wiggle of her ass in the direction of the cashier when she suddenly heard voices at the entrance of the store. “Mommy, let’s look in here! This is my favorite store.” This spooked her and she jolted up, yanking her panties back up into her crotch.

The cashier boy turned to greet the customers and Elsie bolted back to the dressing rooms, bare feet slapping against the tile. The commotion caught his attention, however, and he turned and watched a pair of teal and yellow panties and skinny legs disappear around the corner. He sighed to himself, knowing he missed a good story that he could tell his friends.

Elsie had grabbed Brie by the shoulders and practically dragged her on her way by back into their private cubicle. “Holy shit, that was fun! I can’t believe I did that!”

But Brie wasn’t paying attention. She was no longer in the dressing room, she was on another plane. She sat on the ground, legs splayed out. The too-tight shirtdress was hiked over her bare hips and she frigged her slick pussy mercilessly. Her eyes rolled back in her head and she moaned loudly.

“Shh! Oh my god, Brie, you can’t—” but Elsie knew it wouldn’t help. She bent over and picked her friend off the ground and sat her on the changing bench so nobody wandering by would see her working herself off through the door gap. A viscous fluid seemed to pump slowly out of her vagina, coating her inner thighs and dripping down toward her knees. Some of it flowed out onto the wooden bench and dotted onto the floor.

Brie babbled incoherently and Elsie knew she had to do something to keep her quiet. As her friend writhed and slid around on the bench, she climbed onto Brie’s lap and straddled it to keep her from sliding off, and then covered her mouth with her hand. This did seem to keep the noise down, though it made the sticky sounds of Brie’s lascivious actions sound more apparent.

And while Brie’s fingers flicked against her slippery clit, the back of her hand now also battered against Elsie’s own straddling mound. The whole experience was becoming too much for poor Elsie and she, too found herself stifling her own moans with her remaining free hand.

They remained there together, quietly mewling. Elsie subtly began to hump her hips in rhythm with Brie’s hand, her own hands clasped over both of their mouths. Brie was at last ready. She suddenly stiffened up and cried out through Elsie’s fingers, “Fuuuck.” The world around her disappeared and she swayed limply against the wall of the changing cubicle. Her hand moved rapidly along her drenched slit. The fluids now squirted out of her, into the air, and soaked Elsie’s straddling panties that hovered over her crotch. Her whole body slid and twitched until she was laying on the small bench, squirming wildly.

Elsie sat down onto Brie, humping her own pussy into the back of Brie’s hand, while trying to keep the two of them quiet. Brie’s orgasm was beginning to recede, and she began to regain control, but she wasn’t ready to return to Earth yet. She twisted her masturbating hand until it faced palm up, and she pressed her thumb into the crease in Elsie’s panties. Elsie squeezed her eyes shut and inhaled sharply as the girl found her clit. “Fuck!” The underwear was soaking from both Elsie’s fluids and the spray of Brie’s climax. Brie’s fingers felt for the edge of her friend’s panties and slipped underneath. Elsie’s smooth crack was already plenty slick from her copious lubrication. Brie’s probing fingers easily found their target and dipped deep into Elsie’s hole.

Elsie whined in pleasure and began thrusting her hips onto her friend’s hand. In and out Brie’s fingers pumped, treating Elsie to a brand new experience: getting finger-banged by another person.

Brie’s mind began to clear, and her vision became less hazy. She quieted down and Elsie removed her hand from her mouth. Brie became acutely aware that her friend, her best friend of many years, was having sex with her. She could barely remember how she got here. Yet she found she wasn’t entirely opposed to the idea. She thought about stopping her, but as she looked up into Elsie’s eyes, her gaze was returned with pure lust. She felt like she was seeing the scene with new eyes, and the eroticism of fingering her best friend in a mall dressing room pulled her back into a reverie.

Elsie looked down into her friend’s eyes and bit her lip. “Faster,” she whispered. Brie obliged and pumped her fingers into her friend’s pussy with more speed. Her experience with sex was limited to her own adventures in self-discovery, but she could tell that Elsie was close.

Again Elsie moaned out, perhaps a bit too loudly, and so, to censor herself, she leaned down and locked her lips with Brie. This surprise was enough to send Brie back over the edge. As she cummed again, the sight of Brie’s twisted face, and the feel of another shower of cum against her thighs along with Brie’s wild fingers, were too much for Elsie, and she began to cum along with her. They were as quiet as they could manage, blissfully bawling into each others’ mouths, both thrusting their hips wildly, crashing into each other with loud slaps.

At last they had reached their climax, and the headiness slowly dissipated. Elsie slumped over onto her friend, laying her head on her heaving chest. Their sanity began to creep back, as did their normal breathing. Brie came out of her preoccupation and wondered what this meant for the two of them. Again, she felt ashamed that she had lost control, but yet this time here was Elsie, in a similar state of undress, having achieved a similar state of ecstasy. They were in it together, it seemed.

Elsie laid on her friend a while before she broke out into a giggle and craned her neck up to catch Brie’s eyes. “That was good for me. I can’t imagine how it felt for you, Super-orgasm Girl. That was crazy!”

Brie blushed, “Yeah, it was good for me, too, but it somehow already seems like a dream.”

“Well, you looked like you were in a dream world. Hyper-sex!”

They laid there a moment longer while the tingles left their lips before Brie spoke up, “We should probably get out of here.”

“Yeah, we should get these back on the racks. Luckily you didn’t soak anything we don’t already own.”

Brie peeled off the sweaty shirtdress she was wearing. “Not quite.” She picked up the skirt that Elsie going to try on. It was blotched from the fountain of cum that had drained from her.

“Fuck it, I’ll wear it out of the store,” said Elsie, yanking the tag off of it along with the one on her own damp tee-shirt.

Brie pulled on her original outfit and as she pulled her sweatpants on over her bottom, she noticed that a pair of eyes were staring at her. She jumped with a start. A blonde girl with big eyes was peering underneath the door. Brie figured that it must have been the one who came in with her mother. Brie asked, “How long have you been standing there?”

From off in the distance she heard the mother’s voice, “Fiona, are you spying? How many times have we talked about this? Come in here and help mommy try this on.” Without a word, Fiona jumped up and ran down into the dressing room hallway.

Elsie grinned wickedly at Brie and said quietly, “I hope they don’t end up in the same spot we did, ‘helping’ each other.” Brie blushed again and whacked her friend lightly with the back of her hand.

They exited their cubicle and Elsie’s sneakers nearly slipped in the puddle that Brie left behind. They hung the unwanted pieces on the return rack and Brie hoped the sweat-soaked, ill-fitting shirtdress would air out before the cashier had to restock it. She blushed at the thought of him discovering her scent on the fabric.

“Did you find everything you were looking for?” the boy asked with a hard stare.

Elsie grinned, “Oh… we discovered a lot. But we’re only buying these three things.” She handed him Brie’s new dress and two moist tags. After she paid up, they dumped what they weren’t wearing into their shopping bag and left the store.

Elsie guffawed in the mall walkway. “Did you see the expression on his face? He looked like he was trying to find out what we were doing just by wishing hard enough.” She inhaled deeply. “What a thrill!”

“I’m glad to see you’re still filled with energy,” Brie yawned, “I’m exhausted.”

“I’m not tired, but I sure am hungry.”

“Me, too. Let’s get something at the food court.”

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Next: Elsie shares a story about her sister, the girls meet some boys, and they find Mia at the pool! But do Mom and Dad really have to come, too?

I hope you’re enjoying this series. If you are, please give this chapter a positive rating. It would also really help to get positive ratings on the first two chapters, if you haven’t done that yet. A higher rating means more readers, which makes continuing this series worthwhile.

And, as always, let me know in the comments where you want this story to go next!

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The future bride’s gown fitting gets her the release she needs.

Brenna sat in the passenger seat of her mother’s Volvo as she headed into a small town, that Brenna had never seen before. Her mom seemed to know the way. She pulled into a small complex of tiny stores that looked like little cottages.

Brenna got out of the car, just as the second car with her aunt and hot little Christy pulled in. Brenna walked into the store. The blast of white lace hit her eyes like a fiery sun. She had never been in a room where everything was white. There were a few ivory and cream colored dresses, but just the complete lack of color was startling to her. She was a bit overwhelmed.

There were racks on all sides of her. They didn’t even seem to be sorted by size, but by some crazy order that she would never understand.

“The bridal party dresses are in the building down the way,” said the voice of a woman who came from behind a beaded curtain. The woman was rather tall. Brenna guesstimated that she was about 5’9”. She had curly raven-black hair, pale-ish skin, but very pretty. She was thin, but not so you’d notice. She had very pretty blue eyes. Brenna guessed that she was in her late 30s early 40s. She was an attractive woman certainly, and had a certain presence.

“Are you Katerina?” asked her mother.

“I am indeed. And you must be Mrs. Taylor,” she turned towards Brenna, “And you must be Brenna. Your mother described you, but she did not do you justice.”

Brenna blushed, “How did you know I was the bride-to-be?”

Katerina laughed, “Because you are the only one who is nervous.”

Brenna smiled. Katerina made her feel very comfortable.

“If I might suggest, that Mrs. Taylor and Brenna remain in the shop, and you and everyone else, please go on down and look at the dress shop on the way. We only need a few chefs in this kitchen,” said Katerina shoeing them on.

Much to Brenna’s surprise the rest of the party actually left the shop. Even her pushy aunt and bratty cousin, who never listened to anyone, went along quietly.

Katerina turned to Brenna, “Let’s start with you, my dear. Do you have any ideas for your wedding gown. It’s fine if you don’t, because I can certainly help if you don’t. And please, don’t be shy.”

“It can be a bit overwhelming, dear. Let me help. Laura!” she cried out.

A pretty blonde girl, around Brenna’s age came through the curtain, she smiled at Brenna and her mother. She was a little shorter than Brenna, with tan features, and not quite as busty.

“Yes, Miss Kat?” she asked.

“I need you to help Brenna with some decisions. I am trying to find the right dress for her. You will explain better than I would.”

“Sure thing, Miss Kat,” Laura replied.

Laura looked at three dresses.

“Okay, the one on the left is going to be very high up your chest. I would imagine you have nice cleavage, and you don’t want to completely hide it away, do you?”

Brenna was getting turned on by how this girl looked at her. She just shook her head.

Laura helped her go through about twelve more dresses, til they came down to two dresses.

“Two is a good number,” said Laura, “plus you still need to try it on.”

Laura led Brenna to a changing room.

“Now, you’re just going to put it on over your clothes. We’re just trying to see how the gown lays on your body. You might want to take your jeans off, but otherwise you should be fine. Do you want some help?”

Brenna was unsure, but Laura was the type who made you feel more at ease. She nodded, and Laura came in with her.

Brenna kicked off her flip-flops, and started to unhook her jeans. She slid them down. She caught Laura’s look at her big white cotton briefs. She didn’t know anyone was going to see her underwear, even this assistant girl. She started to get red.

“Oh please, don’t get embarassed. I have a pair of red underwear that has so many holes it looks like Swiss Cheese. Probably just grabbed the first pair in the drawer, right?”

Brenna nodded. “I just didn’t expect.”

“No one does, sweetie.”

Brenna put the dress over her head and let it lay across her body. It felt bulky and cumbersome. Laura helped her with the buttons.

“Well, let’s go out and show Miss Kat, but I already know that Kat isn’t going to like it.”

Laura led her out of the dressing room. Brenna felt very awkward. There was no flow to the dress whatsoever. She nearly tripped over the skirt, and everything felt off.

“No no no…” said Katerina.
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“Brenna do you feel comfortable?”

Brenna paused, because she didn’t want to not be comfortable, and she certainly wasn’t. But by the same token she didn’t want to not fit into a dress.

“Be honest, girl!” said Katerina.

“No, this… this just doesn’t feel right. I can’t even really explain it. I just feel off. Maybe I just need to lose some weight.”

“No, my dear. Your dress should feel correct today. You can lose weight for the wedding, and if you want to look better for photographs, but the dress is the dress. Laura, take her back and try on the other.”

Laura led Brenna back, and helped her take the dress off.

“How did you start working here,” asked Brenna.
“Oh… well I got fitted here, for my wedding,” replied Laura.

“Wow, I bet your wedding was really nice.”

“Oh, I didn’t get married. My fiancée and I called it off, for various reasons. I didn’t want to get married to him, anymore, really.”

“Oh ok.”

“And then I needed a job, and I remembered how much fun I had here when I got fitted.”

“Fun?”

“Yeah, it’s not so bad, once you get over the initial decision. And I asked Miss Kat if I could work here. And she hired me on the spot.”

Laura helped pull the other dress over Brenna’s head. She smiled the second it fell across her shoulders.

“Oh! That’s it!”

“Really?” asked Brenna surprised.

“How does it feel.”

Brenna hadn’t noticed how it felt, which she guessed was a good sign. She turned and tried to twirl in the dressing room. It fell off her shoulders a bit, and the skirt was too long, but it felt better, it moved better.

“It feels better. Like I can move in it.”

“Exactly!” she exclaimed, “We found it!”

She led Brenna back out to her mother and Katerina. Katerina’s face lit up when she saw Brenna in the dress.

, “When you find the right dress,” said Katerina, “There is no need to look further.”

Laura led her back to the dressing room and helped her get changed back into her jeans and top. She bagged the dress, and put it on a hanger. She marked it with Brenna’s name.
“Trust me,” said Laura, “No one else is even going to see that dress, until you walk down the aisle.

Brenna replied, “Thanks for your help.”

Katerina led then lead Brenna to a back room.

Brenna felt very comfortable around Katerina, and to a lesser degree around Laura. Then two attendants came in at that moment, and she started to feel uncomfortable again.

“Brenna, relax. These are my three assistants. Maria is an expert tailor, she’s just about your age as well. She’s been working for me since she was 16. And this is Ellen, she’s our embroidery girl and accessories. She helps Maria with making sure everything matches. And you have already met Laura. Laura will get you anything you want.”

Maria placed her hands gently on Brenna’s shoulders and led her to a chair. Laura handed her a cup of tea. Brenna sipped the tea, and it made her feel better. Ellen got onto the ground and started to take off Brenna’s shoes and socks.

“Um, Kat… What… what happens next.”

“Well, just sit there and relax. The girls will help you get undressed. Enjoy your tea. They tend to take care of everything.”

Ellen massaged her feet as she pulled her socks off of her feet. It felt wonderful. The tea and the warm air in this back room made her very comfortable. Maria started to unbutton her vest, helping her out of it.

“I’m not sure I wore the right…. I mean if I wear a push-up bra, will that…”

“Dear, we take care of everything with your dress. Your bra, panties, slip, garters, stockings, petticoat, bodice, dress, veil… everything…

Maria helped her vest out of her arms, as Brenna realized what Katerina had said. Maria started to unbutton her top, as Ellen continued to massage her feet, pulling them closer to her body.

“But what… I have bras at home, that….”

“This is your special day, Brenna. You are going to be properly fitted. And I promise that you will like what we get for you. It is all about the customer. But we have never had any complaints.”

Brenna’s blouse was being opened. Her lavender bra revealed. Ellen massaged up Brenna’s leg, and gently and friendly like rubbed her leg.

Laura came over with a cookie and a few pieces of chocolate on a very pretty plate, “I know it’s really overwhelming at first,” said Laura, “But we are here to pamper you, and make you comfortable. But Kat really knows what’s best, and we are all really good. But it’s about you!”

“It’s just weird, being undressed like this. I just feel self-conscious, like I’m on display,” said Brenna, as her blouse was gently tugged off her shoulders.

“Here eat the cookie. I baked them myself,” said Laura.

Brenna ate the cookie and it was good to have something in her stomach. The sugar and butter made things more pleasant. She had never been so warm and relaxed when getting a dress. Laura helped her to her feet, and hugged her. Brenna embraced Laura back. This was getting very pleasant.

Ellen reached up and slowly unbuttoned Brenna’s jeans, and unzipped them. Laura hugged her the whole time, and Brenna barely felt it when the pants fell off her hips.

“I should be embarrassed, I guess,” said Brenna.

“Well,” said Laura, “it is really warm here, so that helps. Plus, we’re all girls here. We’ve seen gorgeous models and old women all come in here. There’s no secrets. You have to feel comfortable, you have to feel relaxed, you have to feel pretty and sexy… all at the same time. Or else we can’t find the best dress for you.”

“I guess. I still feel alone.”

“I can help with that too!” exclaimed Laura. She started to take her sweater off of her chest.

“What are you doing?” demanded Brenna, taken aback.

“Laura is getting changed, “ said Katerina, “She will try on wedding dresses as well. Many girls feel more comfortable when they aren’t the only one in the room going through this. Plus, you don’t seem the jealous, intimidated type.”

“Here, you can help,” said Laura, and let Brenna undo a few of the buttons on her top. As Brenna looked at her, she laughed and gave her a big hug.

“See, fun!”

Laura had on a plain white bra that seemed to de-emphasize her bosom. She stepped out of her jeans and was wearing plain white panties.

“Your undies are so much cuter,” said Laura.

“Um, thanks,” said Brenna.
Ellen came up behind Brenna and Maria came behind Laura, and they unhooked their bras. Slowly they were pushed off of the girl’s shoulders.

Katerina now stepped between both of them and pulled out a tape measure. “This is what I will do. I measure a girl’s chest, so I can ensure that the bra and the bodice are the right fit.” she said.

She ran the tape measure over Laura’s shoulders. She then ran it across her chest, the tape measure crossing Laura’s nipples. She then ran it across Laura’s stomach. She then measured from the bottom of Laura’s navel to the bottom of her neckline.

“Once I’ve made my measurements, I then measure bra cup size,” said Katerina. She then reached forward and gently placed her hands over Laura’s breasts. She maneuvered her hands around, lightly squeezing the entire breast.

Then, she got down on her knees, and said to Brenna, “Then I measure your legs for the slip, the petticoat, panties, and gown. “ She ran the tape measure from the bottom of Laura’s ankle, up to the top of her waist. Then, from her knee to the top of her waist. Then from Laura’s navel to the top of her knees. Then measured from the thigh down to her toes.

Katerina then pulled Laura’s underwear down to the ground, where Laura stepped out of them. Brenna blushed a little, as Katerina measured around Laura’s butt. Brenna noticed that Laura shaved her pubic hair, and that made her feel silly.

Katerina stood up and came over to Brenna. Brenna backed up a little, slightly worried. Laura joined the two of them.
“It’s okay, Brenna. You are among friends.”

“It’s not that, I just… get… a little.”

Laura didn’t allow her to finish, she pulled her into a hug. Brenna felt Laura’s body against hers. It was totally comfortable. She enjoyed it for what it was. Katerina came behind Brenna and started to pull her underwear down. Brenna tried not to react, but her butt was covered in goose bumps.

Katerina grabbed the tape measure and went around Brenna’s shoulders. She then wrapped it around Brenna’s bust, and brought it to the back. She muttered both times to Maria, and Brenna started to be nervous.

“Don’t be nervous,” said Laura, “it doesn’t even translate to dress sizes or anything. Kat and Maria have their own system. You just need to get in the spirit of things.”

Katerina knelt down in front of Brenna, as Laura massaged her shoulders. She ran the tape measure from her feet to the top of her knees.

“That’s for your stockings,” whispered Laura, and her hand started to rub Brenna’s back. Laura’s hands were warm against Brenna’s flesh.

Katerina ran the tape measure from Brenna’s thigh up to her tummy.

“That’s for your garter belt,” whispered Laura, and her hand circled Brenna’s back.
Katerina took the tape measure and ran it around Brenna’s hips, around the back of her butt.

“That’s to get the proper size for your slip and petticoat,” said Laura as her hands scratched at her flesh in pleasant levels

“Open your legs,” said Katerina. Brenna was started to her the command.

“Open your legs, please,” repeated Katerina, as Brenna’s little movement wasn’t enough, apparently for Kat.

Brenna opened her legs farther, and she was embarrassed that her genitals were now on display for everyone to see.

“Now, do you want to wear a thong or bikini panties?” asked Katerina.
“Um, bikinis,” whispered Brenna.

Katerina briefly touched the bushy hair of Brenna’s pubis. “You’ll probably want to shave then. No one is really going to see, but it will make the panties fall better.”

The tingle through her public hair made Brenna react. She tried to stop it, but she could feel the sensation of warmth hit her pussy. She felt a little bit of wetness inside her. Laura’s hand started rubbing her lower back, just above the top of her ass cheeks.

Katerina sniffed at the air, “I’m sorry, Brenna. I shouldn’t have touched you like that.”

Brenna looked confused, “Huh… wha?”

“Obviously, I made you a little excited with my stimulation. It wasn’t intentional.”

“Oh…” said Brenna, understanding now, “I just get a little… It’s fine… I just get a little excited sometimes. Not used to being naked like this.”

“Well, there’s a problem, though. I can’t have you trying on clothes in your excited state. If you somehow don’t like the material, I can resell existing underwear with someone else’s scent on it.”

Brenna was really confused, but tried to go with it, “Oh, okay. Well, I guess we can…”

Brenna felt Laura’s hand move lower and start to caress her butt. Katerina’s hand cupped her cunt. She shivered with tingly delight.

“Oh god!”

Laura’s hands massaged her butt, opening her cheeks wide, while Kat’s fingers pulled and roamed through her pubis, pulling gently on her pubic hair, then with two fingers she parted Brenna’s moist cunt lips exposing her clit, which stiffened as Katerina blew on the slick nub.
Katerina found her wetness and spread it around her lips, and then circled the protruding clit trapping the nub between fingers and pulling on it, while Laura’s hands rubbed and strayed everywhere over Brenna’s butt cheeks, into her crack, up the back. Massaging, and rubbing, and pleasuring.

They guided her to a long comfy chair, and sat her upon it. Laura climbed into it with her. She hugged and gave her little baby kisses. Laura and Brenna’s boob s pressed together in pure comfort.

Katerina moved her face in between Brenna’s legs and started to kiss at her wet pussy lips, pulling them apart gently with her teeth. Brenna felt her legs shake a little.

Laura whispered in her ear, “Let it go, sweetie. We’re all friends here.”

Brenna opened her legs to Katerina. Wanting the woman to see her cunt. She was to be wearing a wedding dress. She was to be a woman. She wanted this woman who had seen hundreds of women in their gowns, to see her womanhood. Brenna’s pussy dripped with her juices, her cunt lips quivered in anticipation of the touch. She felt Laura’s hands on her breasts
She noticed that Maria had come around to her mouth. Maria opened her mouth and poured cold spring water into it. She was getting so hot internally. The water cooled her off, like jumping in a lake after a sauna.
Then Katerina’s mouth was suddenly inside her cunt twisting deep then line a serpent withdrawing and pushing deeper into her wet hole. Finally Katerina’s tongue danced up and down Brenna’s slick slit her tongue dancing on her swollen clit. The clumsy fumbling Brenna had practiced onother girls was nothing like this. The tongue touched every nerve ending, tingling her with delight, as she gasped and cried and moaned into Laura’s body.
Brenna found Laura’s mouth and kissed her. The kiss was like that of sisters. Kissing sweetly, but completely. The mouths joining as one, not nervous about lingering.

Katerina, now twisted two of her long graceful fingers deep into Brenna’s tight open cunt. Brenna moaned into Laura’s mouth. And immediately began rocking her hips into the forceful fucking fingers, wanting Katerina to take them deeper, to fuck her long and hard. It crossed Brenna’s mind at that point that David had never elicited the kind of raw excitement in her body that she felt now. The attentions of two beautiful women was overwhelming, intoxicating, she wondered why she had never experienced it before.
Katerina’s, fingers moved like pistons in and out of the tight hole of Brenna’s cunt while her tongue and mouth slurped and sucked at the bride-to-be’s throbbing clit. Brenna started to tremble. Laura’s hands pinched Brenna’s nipples then twisted them hard exacting a delicious sting. But it was Katerina that was driving Brenna crazy. The tongue entered her cunt again, as Katerina’s fingers rubbed her clit furiously.

“Yes! Fuck yes eat my cunt, make me cum you hot bitch” Brenna hissed, as she found her mouth between Laura’s breasts, comfortably smothering between them.

Kat’s fingers entered her, and hooked upwards towards to circle the young woman’s G-spot. Brenna screamed and exhaled in pleasure, as Kat’s fingers went in and out faster-and-faster. Maria and Ellen had joined the other women on the sofa, and were caressing Brenna. Their robes feeling so comfortable against her body.

Brenna spread her legs wide. Kat’s fingers mercilessly rubbing the magic spot inside her cunt as her tongue flicked back and forth on her engorged clit. Brenna couldn’t believe the feelings. She couldn’t believe the sensation. She felt the climax building… building… building…
The climax crested like a wave. The intensity scared Brenna for a moment, unsure of how she could react to it. Her legs spread apart as far as they could, her body clenched, then her cunt released a forceful spray of cum that drenched Kat’s face and ricocheted up her heaving, trembling body. She was cumming! She was actually ejaculating! Brenna could feel it flow out of her. She raised her hips to ride the orgasm and more flowed through her.
“Oh fuck yes Brenna,” said Laura licking and sucking cum from Brenna’s navel.
Kat’s face was soaked but undeterred she pressed her fingers again deep into the young woman’s clit and nibbled gently on the pink nub of her clit.
Brenna screamed and Ellen and Maria kneeled by Kat as if to worship her cunt as a second while squirting climes drenched them all. Ellen and Maria, moaned kissing and licking the cum off each other’s faces as Kat continued to lap gently at Brenna’s cunt lips.
For a third time Brenna’s cunt clenched down. The wave ran the length of her body and crashed against her slit. She opened, and another spew of cum gushed form her quivering cunt.

“Oh fuck….Ohhh fuck !” she whimpered in pleasure and exhaustion.

Her body spasmed in pleasure several times. With the four women cradling her. Brenna gasping for breath, the pleasure still tingling through her body.

After a few minutes, Katerina spoke, “Do you feel much better my love?”

Brenna nodded.

“Many brides need the release from all the tension of the whole day. Plus, you need to feel completely sexy in your wedding dress. When you put it on, you will remember the sensations.”
Brenna nodded again, hugging her body in pleasure.

Kat said with a wink before continuing, “I’m going to go tailor your dress. Laura will take you to go get cleaned up.”

Laura led her to a warm back room, the temperature of a warm sauna. Laura took a shower nozzle and sprayed Brenna all over, her fingers washing her everywhere. Laura kissed her as she did this, and Ellen came over and helped dry her off in a towel. They dusted her with a fine perfumed powder all over her body, especially her pussy. They fitted her in a soft cotton robe, before bringing her out to the changing room again.

Katerina had the whole dress and ensemble laid out on a table. The girls helped her put on her bra and panties. Katerina helped with the stockings and the garter belt. The bodice and petticoat were added next. Finally ending with the gown and the train. She did feel sexy in the gown, for the first time, wanting to be in the wedding ceremony.

They brought her over to the mirror, and she looked into it. She couldn’t believe the sight. She didn’t even recognize herself. The pretty gown flowed off her shoulders, and she looked so pretty, regal, and sexy.

Laura whistled appreciatively.

Katerina smiled and looked from behind Brenna like a proud mother, “And this is without hair and makeup. Plus, you still have to come back for a final fitting, the week of the wedding. To make sure you fit properly.”

Brenna turned around in the mirror looking at herself from all angles.

“Plus,” continued Katerina, the four women coming up behind Brenna, “We have to make sure you know how to remove the dress properly.”

Katerina started to kiss Brenna’s neck as she undid the buttons of the gown. Brenna felt the other two move closer, and she once again succumbed to their pampering.

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Older sister helps younger sister during difficult time

Spending a quiet Saturday evening alone at home was nothing new for Jodi Mathews. Ever since she broke up with her girlfriend Alex three months ago, there had been many of these evenings alone. At least she had the company of her cinnamon colored cat Captain Jack Sparrow, named after Johnny Depp’s character in the Pirates of the Caribbean movies. The full grown tabby was very affectionate, and often followed her around the house in his unhurried cat way.

The plan for the night was simple yet elegant in Jodi’s eyes. She had already eaten a fabulous candlelight dinner delivered by her favorite restaurant down the street. Her tub was filling with water and bubbles from her favorite lavender scented bubble bath. Her stereo was playing her favorite calming music. And finally, standing on the edge of the tub was her favorite water proof vibrator.

At 28 years old, Jodi had learned a long time ago how to sexually please herself. While every so often a quickie orgasm was nice, she really preferred to take her time with her pleasure, and build up to a crescendo. Setting the mood was important, and that meant shutting off her phone, playing her music, eating her favorite food, soaking in a hot bath, and then wasting away the evening in sexual bliss.

It was a perfect night to stay in anyway, since it had been raining lightly all day and had only recently picked up in intensity. The wind had also picked up and the thought of being out and about on a night like this was not at all a thrilling concept.

Jodi made her way into the steamy bathroom and closed the door behind her. The water in the tub was nearly to the point that she liked, so she flipped the switch on the heat lamps over the tub, then began to disrobe in front of the mirror. It may have sounded funny to some people, but Jodi liked to look at her nude body in the mirror. It wasn’t that she felt her body was perfect, because she would be the first to point out her perceived flaws, but she did have sexy womanly curves, and she had reached an age where she was happy with herself and comfortable in her own skin.

The water had reached a level which put the foamy bubbles at the top edge of the tub, so Jodi reached over and shut the faucet. She picked up her inflatable pillow and her pink vibrator, and stepped into the hot water. As she sank down into the ambrosial foam, she let out a relaxing sigh as she settled in and found a comfortable spot. It was hot, but soothing, and Jodi turned the dial on her vibrator until it was humming with a slow whine. She placed the buzzing phallus on her nipple and began to lightly trace her brown areola in a slow circle. Soon her nipple had swelled with blood and the buzzing was sending tingles through her body and into her pussy.

Jodi enjoyed a lot of nipple play, and could nearly have an orgasm from playing with her nipples only. She had vowed to someday see if she could make herself reach orgasm from nipple play alone. Now however, she really wanted to massage her pussy.

Just after she switched the vibrator to her other nipple, there was a loud knocking from the front door. Jodi opened her eyes and sat up, holding the still buzzing vibrator up over the suds. She sat quietly for a few seconds until the knocking began again, louder this time. “Shit!” she grumbled under her breath, then yelled out, “Go away!”. But again the knocking came, and it was insistent knocking, hard and fast and obviously not about to go away.

Sighing again, this time in frustration and anger, Jodi pulled her legs up and pulled herself up into a standing position as the knocking began once again. She twisted the end of the vibrator until it shut off, then went to set it on the side of the tub. As she set it on the edge, it rolled off the side and dropped into the water, disappearing under the foam. “Damn it!” she swore, “This better be good.”.

The knocking began again, except it was now less of knocking and more of beating on her door. She brushed some frothy foam off her breasts and down her flat belly, then stepped out of the tub, grabbing her towel and brushing more water away as the incessant knocking began anew.

“I’m coming!” she shouted in anger, then grabbed her robe from its hook and walked out of the bathroom as she wrapped the garment around her shoulders and covered her naked body. Her cat crouched for a second, staring at her with wide eyes before scurrying away as she stormed across the room. The banging on the door started again as she padded into the kitchen and snapped, “I hear you damn it!”, flipping the light switch on and walking around the island toward the door.

Throwing the bolt on the door, Jodi sucked in her breath and turned the knob, all ready to tear into whoever had the audacity to disturb her so rudely. She swung the door open wildly, the animosity clearly etched on her face, and shouted “What?!”

The instant Jodi saw who was standing on her stoop soaking wet, the annoyance disappeared and was replaced by affection. “Lexi? My God, come in,” she said to her younger sister.

As the younger Matthews sister stepped into the house, dripping wet and looking like a drowned rat, Jodi quickly noticed two things. First the purple bruise below her right eye, which had nearly nearly swelled shut, and second, the amount of clothing, or lack of clothing, that she was wearing. Lexi had on a half top with short sleeves, that upon closer examination was torn from her left shoulder down to the top of her breast, and a pair of shorts that were barely larger then a pair of panties. She was also shoeless, and Jodi noticed that she was shivering harder then she had ever seen anyone shiver before.

“Jesus Lexi what the hell happened to you?” Jodi asked in alarm, and without thinking about the fact that she was naked, took her robe off and wrapped it around the shivering girls shoulders. “Were you in an accident? Where’s George?” She led her to the couch and sat her down, then wrapped her arms around the girl in an attempt to warm her.

Lexi sat and shook her head back and forth slowly, before answering in a barely audible whisper, “I left George,” then her teeth started to chatter as the shivers took over again.

“You what? You left him? Why?” Jodi asked, pulling away slightly to see her sister’s face. Then, just after the words left her mouth, she knew the answer without hearing it. George had done this to her. He had hit her in the face and she had run from him. “Oh my God, he hit you didn’t he? Lexi, did George hit you?”

Lexi nodded, and her bottom lip, which had been trembling from cold, twisted into a grimace as the tears began to flow and she broke down in a crying fit, laying her head on her sisters chest sobbing loudly.

“I’ll kill the bastard!” Jodi growled, gnashing her teeth. “I’m calling the police,” she said, starting to get up.

“No! No don’t!” Lexi shouted grabbing her sister, “Please, don’t call the police.”

“Lexi, he assaulted you. He can’t get away with this. At least file a report.”

“No…If you call the police, I’ll leave, I swear I’ll walk out again into the rain and I’ll…” she trailed off.

“Lexi, did you walk all the way here from your house?”

“Yes”

“My God, that’s like almost three miles, and in this rain, and barefoot…What were you thinking? You could have died from hypothermia.”

Lexi lowered her head and nodded, still shivering. “I know,” she said, then lifted her head up and added, “Sis, you do realize that you’re naked right?”

Jodi looked down at her body and winced. “Yeah, well I was just relaxing in my bathtub when you started beating my door down.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Wait, that’s perfect…Come with me.” Jodi exclaimed, standing and helping her shaking sister to her feet.

“What’s perfect?” Lexi asked.

“Never mind, just come with me, I’ll get you warmed up in no time.”

Jodi led her sister into the bathroom where the tub sat, still full of water and bubbles. “Let’s get you out of these wet clothes,” she instructed, and began working on pulling Lexi’s top over her head.

“Why sis, if I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were trying to get me naked,” Lexi quipped, as she raised her arms over her head, allowing her older sister to pull her soaking top off.

“Ha ha, very funny squirt,” Jodi retorted. When they were kids, Jodi often called her younger sister ‘squirt’, much to Lexi’s chagrin.

Lexi wasn’t wearing a bra, and Jodi admired her small but perky breasts with nipples stiff as a board from the cold. Even though it was her little sister, Jodi couldn’t help but lick her lips and picture herself latching on to those perfectly formed nipples. It had been a long time since she had made love to a woman after all. She bent down and yanked her sister’s shorts down past her hips until gravity took over and they dropped to the floor with a wet plop, then she began pulling down the skimpy undies. Being wet, they stuck to Lexi’s skin, and Jodi was forced to get down on her knees to work them down her sisters legs.

As Jodi pulled her sisters panties down her moist legs, she couldn’t stop her eyes from inspecting her trimmed bush and pussy lips as she slid the garment past. Lexi had shaved her pubic hair into a heart outline. Jodi felt shame as her mouth watered and impure thoughts raced through her head.

“That’s nice,” Jodi said, motioning to her sister’s pubic region.

“Shit, you weren’t supposed to see that,” Lexi sighed.

“It’s kind of hard to miss you know. Especially when it’s all in my face,” Jodi laughed, trying to make light of the situation and get her mind out of the gutter.

“Yeah, I did it for George. I thought he would like it.”

“Did he?”

“He said it made me look like a whore.”

“Figures… Come on, let’s get you in the tub so you’ll warm up,” Jodi instructed.

“I’m sorry I ruined your bath sis,” Lexi apologized as she stepped into the water and lowered herself down. “Oh shit, this feels so good,” she moaned, seemingly melting into the water.

“Don’t apologize, just relax and enjoy it. I’m going to leave you alone, so you can relax, and we’ll talk later.”

“Please don’t leave sis. Just sit with me for awhile,” Lexi begged, reaching for her arm.

“Okay, I’ll stay,” Jodi relented, picking up her robe and slipping it on. Tying it closed not only covered her nakedness, but also went a step toward getting her mind back on track. She knelt down beside the tub and asked, “Are you ready to talk about what happened?”

“Mm, I guess so.” Lexi pushed herself up to more of a sitting position, then her face clouded. “What’s this?” she asked, lifting the vibrator up out of the suds. Upon seeing the adult toy dripping water and foam, her eyes popped open wide and she gasped, “Oh!” then quickly set it on the edge of the tub.

“Oops, I guess you caught me,” Jodi sheepishly admitted, her face turning a few shades redder. “I was alone and bored,” she shrugged.

“And horny apparently,” Lexi added with a smirk.

“I have needs you know,” Jodi smirked right back.

“Hey, it’s cool sis.”

“Yeah… So anyway, changing the subject. What the hell happened tonight?”

So Lexi began to tell her story, and it was about what Jodi expected. George had been drinking most of the day. She did her best to stay away from him when he broke into the hard stuff, because that was when he became belligerent, and could turn violent. Walking on eggshells, Lexi avoided him, hoping that he would pass out. Instead, he began to accuse her of cheating, even though she wasn’t.

“He’s always been paranoid that I would leave him for another man,” Lexi said, “It’s gotten so bad that I can’t even talk to or look at another man without him freaking out. He just started talking about all these random guys, saying that he had seen me checking them out, and that I was probably fucking them. I kept telling him that I wasn’t doing anything, that I loved him and only him, but he got so angry. Before I even knew what happened, he punched me in the face, and threw me down onto the floor. I thought he was going to kill me Jodi, so I pretended that I was unconscious. He left the room, and I ran. I ran into the rain and I heard him screaming after me. I ran until I couldn’t run anymore.”

“Well, I’m glad you got out. Listen, I’m going to go grab something cold for your eye, and something stiff to drink, and I’ll be right back.”

“Okay.”

“Sit tight,” Jodi said, and headed out into the kitchen. Once out of the bathroom, she took a deep breath and bit her bottom lip, wondering what had gotten into her in there. She had been staring at her own sister, the girl she used to baby-sit when she was twelve and Lexi was five. She had given her baths, read stories to her, and tucked her into bed more times than she could count. Time had been very nice to Lexi though, and now, at twenty-one, she had blossomed into a beautiful, blonde haired woman, with a stunning body. “Keep it together Jodi,” she whispered under her breath.

In the freezer, she found a bag of peas that would be perfect to help the swelling, and she also grabbed a bottle of wine and two wine glasses. She headed back down the hall, her bare feet silently padding along the wood floor, but just as she reached the bathroom door, she stopped in her tracks and listened intently. The whine of her vibrator, which had been left on the side of the tub, could clearly be heard behind the nearly closed door.

Jodi put her face up to the door and peered in through the crack. Lexi was just holding the vibrator in one hand, while adjusting the speed with the other, as if testing the device. At that moment, Lexi glanced up and saw her sister peeking in. “Oh shit, you jumped me!” she exclaimed, shutting off the toy and placing it back on the edge of the tub.

Feeling a bit sheepish for spying on her own sister and getting caught, Jodi pushed the door open and stepped into the room. “Sorry, I heard the buzzing and didn’t want to disturb you if you were…you know.”

“You think I would masturbate in your tub when I knew you were coming right back in?”

“Well…I would hope not, but I wasn’t quite sure.”

“I just wanted to see how powerful it was. I wouldn’t use it on myself anyway, it’s your toy.”

“I keep it clean enough sis. If you really wanted to try it out, you could you know,” Jodi said matter-of-factly as she handed the bag of peas over. “Put those on your face for the swelling.”

“Thanks…” She tilted her head back and laid the bag of peas over the side of her face. “So… you wouldn’t be weirded out by your own sister using your vibrator to masturbate?” she asked.

“Why should I be?”

“I don’t know, just because I’m your sister I guess.”

“Well, I don’t have a problem if you want to try it. You can take it to bed with you tonight if you want.”

There was an uncomfortable silence for a few seconds as Jodi’s dirty mind pictured Lexi’s naked body squirming around while she used a vibrator on her clitoris. It was a vivid image and was only broken up when Lexi finally spoke.

“Are you gonna pour us a glass of wine, or are you just going to hang onto the bottle?”

“Oh! Ah… yeah, of course,” Jodi stammered, glad that Lexi’s eyes were closed so she couldn’t see how red her face became. “So… have you ah, have you heard from mom and dad lately?” she asked as she set the glasses down and opened the bottle of wine.

“No, not for a few months. I don’t really care to talk to them anyway.”

“Lexi, what they did to me shouldn’t affect your relationship with them you know.” She was pouring the wine into the glasses, and glancing at the swell of Lexi’s breast rising over the diminishing foam.

“I know, but I just can’t understand how any parent can renounce their own child based on their sexual orientation.” She reached up and took the glass filled with wine before continuing. “What they did to you, kicking you out of the house at seventeen, is not right Jodi. I used to be so mad at you for leaving me, but then when I found out that they kicked you out because they found out you were gay, I just lost it.” She took a long sip from her glass and sighed.

“They are just set in their ways Lexi. They grew up in a different period, and the whole Bible thing doesn’t help either.”

“Oh don’t make excuses for them Jodi. They haven’t talked to you in how many years now?”

“Eleven.”

“Eleven fucking years is way too long to not have any contact with your own child. They treat you like you murdered someone Judi. It’s not fair.”

“I know. What I’ve never understood, is that they would be more happy if I had an unhappy and unhealthy relationship with a man, instead of a caring and loving relationship with a woman.”

“Yeah, they love George. I wonder what they’ll think when I go over with a shiner courtesy of his fist.”

“They’ll probably ask you what you did to piss him off.”

“I know,” Lexi grunted in disgust. She tipped her wine glass up and drained it, then turned and held out her glass. “More please,” she smiled brightly.

Jodi reached back and picked up the bottle to fill their glasses again. “Remember when they used to love Katie? Back before they found out that we were in a relationship that is. They used to treat her like she was one of the family when they thought that we were best friends. You know, I really thought that if I explained to dad the way I truly felt about her, that he would find it in his heart to understand.”

“Mm, no luck there,” Lexi added and took another swig.

“I remember the look on his face when I sat them down and told them that I was a lesbian and that I was in love with Katie. I thought he was going to have a heart attack right then and there. He got so red, and that vein in his head popped up. I really think that if mom hadn’t been there to calm him down, he would have hit me.”

Lexi stared solemnly into the water. Nearly all the bubbles had melted away. She lifted her hand and looked at her fingers. “I need to get out of here. I’m turning into a prune.”

Jodi got up from her knees and grabbed a big bath towel, and as her sister stood up, she draped it over her back.

“That was nice sis. Thank you for that.” She leaned in and kissed Jodi on the cheek.

“Your welcome,” Jodi said, and began to towel her sister’s body dry from the top down.

“So Jodi, I never asked, but… is it okay if I stay here tonight? I can’t go back to George.”

“Of course it’s okay for you to stay here Lexi, you don’t even have to ask. I wouldn’t let you leave anyway, not with that creep out there looking for you.”

“Good. I really didn’t want to have to call mom tonight and ask her to pick me up.”

Jodi bent over and continued to gently dry her sister’s body. “You can stay here as long as you like Lex. I’ve got a spare room and…hey, you could move in and live here.”

“Really? You’d let me do that?” Lexi asked.

“Why not? I need a roommate anyway, and you need a new home. Unless you’d rather live with mom and dad that is.”

“Are you kidding me? I think I’d rather live under a bridge.”

“Oh come on, it’s not that bad.” Jodi was finishing up drying her sister’s feet, and taking her sweet time doing it.

“Yeah it is. Dad’s gotten way too grumpy in his old age. I really can’t stand being there more than a few hours at a time. The last time I went there, I mentioned you, and dad flipped out on me. He started ranting about how he didn’t want to talk about you. He said that you were dead to him, and that I should stay away from you and all your lezzie friends.”

“I guess he’ll never come around,” Jodi said, looking up at her sister from her knees. From her perspective, Lexi looked like a gorgeous Amazon woman, and she licked her lips, feeling herself flush again.

“Like what you see?” Lexi asked, striking a model pose.

Realizing that she had been caught staring again, Jodi stood up quickly and cleared her throat. “I just can’t get over how much you’ve grown sis. The last time I gave you a bath, you were like five years old.”

Lexi took the towel and wrapped it around herself, covering all her womanly assets. “I used to love it when you gave me a bath. We used to have so much fun with bath toys.”

“Yeah, I guess the bath toys have grown up as much as we have huh,” Jodi said, gesturing to the vibrator still sitting on the edge ot the tub.

“Yeah they have,” Lexi agreed with raised eyebrows.

“So, you want to go see your room?” Jodi asked.

“Sure.” Lexi turned and headed out of the bathroom while Jodi reached over to drain the tub. As she stood back up, she picked up the vibrator and dropped it into her robe pocket, then headed out into the hallway.

As they entered the spare room, Jodi flipped on the light and Lexi flopped on the bed, letting the towel open up. “This is perfect,” she exclaimed, spreading her arms out as if she was making a snow angel, the bag of thawing peas in one hand.

“Good, I’m glad you approve.”

Lexi looked up at Jodi, then sat up on the edge of the bed. “Tell me what happened with Alex.”

A clouded look came over Jodi’s face and she sighed. Then stepped over and sat next to her sister. “What do you want to know?”

“Well, I thought you two were going to stay together forever. Then all of a sudden, she left the state.”

“There’s not much to tell actually. When she finished her internship and became a surgeon, she was offered a chance to go to Seattle and work with one of the best cardiologists in the country. She asked me to go with her, but I couldn’t just up and leave like that. Besides, when she was just an intern, we barely had any quality time together. Her becoming a surgeon only made things worse. The writing was on the wall long before she was offered the job, I just didn’t want to see it.”

“That sucks… So, what about Katie? You went to live with her and her parents after dad kicked you out. Why did you and her break up?”

“We grew apart I guess. I didn’t know it at the time, but she was still confused about her sexuality. She thought that she wanted to be with me, but as she grew, things changed for her. She wanted to try dating men. I couldn’t agree with that, so we went our separate ways. I was lucky that I had been working and saving the whole time I lived with them, so I was able to get my own apartment pretty easily.”

“Do you still miss them?”

Jodi nodded and smiled. “Yeah, especially Alex. I wanted so bad for her to stay, but I knew that she had to follow her dream. Unfortunately, I didn’t really fit too well in her plans.”

“Mm…It’s crazy but, I’ve often wondered what it would be like to, you know, be with a woman. I mean it’s not like I masturbate thinking about it or anything. I guess you could say that I’m curious,” Lexi admitted.

“Well, that’s a normal thing to wonder about if you’ve never done something like that,” assured Jodi.

“What about you, do you wonder what it’s like to be with a man?”

“I’ve thought about it. But then I see you with George, and I see other women I know in abusive relationships with men, and I’m glad that I’m gay.”

“Yeah, no shit. After being smacked around by George, I start to think that I might be better off with a woman,” Lexi agreed nodding.

“But there are abusive women too, so that’s not always the answer. And if you’re not attracted to women, it makes it really difficult.”

“What if I told you that I am kinda attracted to women?”

“Seriously?”

“Well, I should clarify. I am attracted to some women, not all though. It all depends on the body.”

“I’m- I’m speechless Lexi…I had no idea.”

“I couldn’t tell anyone because I was afraid that dad would find out and kick me out. Besides, I still like men… Maybe I’m bi-sexual.”

“Hm, maybe you are sis. So, are you going to need anything else tonight?”

“No, I think I’ll be all set. Thank you so much Jodi.” Lexi wrapped her arms around her big sister and hugged her close, planting another kiss on her cheek before pulling away.

“Your welcome. I’m glad I could help you.” Jodi stood up to leave, then felt the lump in her pocket and said, “Oh by the way, I brought this in for you.” She tossed the toy onto the bed and turned to walk out.

“Wait, I thought you wanted to use this tonight,” Lexi called after her.

“That’s my waterproof one for the bath. I have plenty other toys I can use in bed,” answered Jodi.

“More toys? Like, what kind of toys do you have?”

Jodi grinned and cocked her head to the side. “You want to come see them?” she asked, raising her eyebrows.

“Yes…If that’s okay with you,” Lexi acknowledged.

“I wouldn’t have invited you if I didn’t want you to see them. Come on.”

So Lexi jumped up from the bed in excitement, wrapping the towel around her waist, which left her breasts exposed, and followed her sister. Jodi’s bedroom was larger than the spare room and she slept on a queen size bed. Lexi hurried over to the bed and sat down, while Jodi went to her nightstand. She pulled open the single drawer, blocking her sisters view, then pulled out a toy, holding it out of Lexi’s sight.

“Okay, here’s number one,” Jodi said and held up a silver egg attached to a thin cord. The other end of the cord had the control. “This one is super nice. It has several different settings. You can use it outside or inside, if you know what I mean.” She waggled her eyebrows in a suggestive manner.

“Ooo, I think I like that.”

Jodi set it on the bed and reached for the next one. “Okay, here’s number two. It’s a Hitachi massaging wand with multiple attachments for all kinds of interesting stimulation.”

“I’ve seen them before at the drug store. Does it work good?”

“It’s awesome, and there’s no batteries to replace.” The toy went on the bed with the other one.

“Number three is a bit different,” Jodi stated as she picked up the next toy. “It’s called a rabbit vibe, and this thing always rocks my world.” She turned it on and the thing came to life. Beads inside the shaft began to rotate, the head began to twist, and two rabbit ears began to flutter at an incredibly high speed. “These lay on your clitoris and will send you into orbit in no time.”

“Oh wow!” Lexi exclaimed.

“I also have these little nipple clips,” Jodi added, showing her sister two sinister looking clips that were attached by a thin chain.

“Ouch. Do you like those things?”

“Hey, don’t knock it til’ you try it squirt.”

“Hm, maybe someday,” Lexi shrugged, “Any more?”

“Just one, but you have to close your eyes first,” Jodi instructed her sister.

“Oh man, this is crazy,” Lexi giggled as she placed the palms of her hands over her eyes.

Seeing that Lexi had her eyes closed, Jodi quickly pulled her robe open and began to fasten the large, penis shaped strap-on dildo to her waist. One long strap went around her hips and a third went between her legs. When it was all tightened up, she turned back and said, “Okay, you can look now.”

Lexi lowered her hands and looked at her sister. “Oh my God Jodi!” she squealed, and broke into uncontrollable laughter. Her hand slapped over her mouth and she pulled her legs up onto the bed, rolling on her side and laughing hysterically, pointing to the fake phallus between her sisters legs.

Seeing her sister so happy made Jodi happy, so she watched as Lexi rolled around on the bed giggling like a mad woman. “You look like a tranny!” Lexi bellowed and dissolved into laughter again.

“Oh…tranny huh? I’ll show you tranny,” Jodi hollered in mock indignation. She picked up a pillow and jumped on the bed, mounting the still hysterical girl and pummeling her with the pillow. “Call me a tranny and see where that gets you,” she taunted, then tossed the pillow aside and went in for a tickle attack.

“WWWAAAAAHHHHHHHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAH!!!” Lexi screeched and twisted as her older sister attacked her exposed ribs with her slim fingers. Arms and legs flailed around trying to stop the ruthless attack. “S-S-S-S-SSTAAHHHPPPHAHAHAHAH UNCLE UNCLE!”

Jodi pulled back to let her sister catch her breath for a few seconds. “Give up yet?” she sneered, waggling her fingers in front of her face.

Huffing and puffing and gasping for air, Lexi sputtered, “Uhh -Ohh -Uhh -huh -umm -well -huh -I -ah -I’ll -never give upaaaaahhhhhhhahahahahahahhahahahahahahahahahahahah!”

Once again the tickling began and once again Lexi spastically flailed and screamed. It was just like they were little again, only this time, Jodi had a fake cock strapped to her. The tickling went on for a bit longer this time, and Lexi managed to twist herself completely around until she was on her belly, realizing too late that this position was much worse for her because she couldn’t defend herself.

“Do you give up?” Jodi asked, digging her fingers into Lexi’s soft flesh under her ribs.

“YES YES I GIVE UP AHAAHAHAHAHA!”

Jodi stopped tickling, but kept her hands on Lexi’s sides. Her smooth, soft skin felt so nice that she didn’t want to let go. “Then you have to say, ‘Jodi is the supreme ruler of the world’”

“Ah -Ah -Wh- I -can’t -breathe,” Lexi huffed, then felt the fingers start to dig in and screamed, “AUUUGGHHNNOO WAIT WAIT J-JODI IS THE SUPREME R -RULER OF -OF -OF HER PENIS AHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!”

“My penis huh?” Jodi repeated, going in for the attack once more.

“NO NO NO NO HUHHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHAHAHAHSTTAAAPPP HAHAHAHAH OKAY OKAY I’LL SAY IT HAHAAHAHAAHAHAH NO HAHAHAAHAH!”

Once again Jodi stopped the relentless tickling. This time she leaned down close to her sisters ear and whispered, “Okay let’s try this again. Say it with me now. Jodi-” She paused to wait for Lexi to repeat.

Still gasping and giggling, Lexi repeated, “Jodi”

“-is the supreme ruler-“

“-is -the -sup huh -supreme -ruler-“

“-of the world.”

“-huh, hahaha-“

“Say it”

“Huh -of -the -hahaha of the world. Oh shit, I think I pissed myself. Hahahaha”

Without thinking about the fact that the girl underneath her was her own sister, Jodi reached behind her back and slid her hand between Lexi’s legs.

“Hey! What the hell!” Lexi snapped, twisting her head around and laughing.

“That’s not piss girl,” Jodi said, pulling her slimy hand back out and holding it up in front of her face. “You’re creaming all over the place. I think this is turning you on.”

“That’s bullshit,” Lexi yelled, but she didn’t sound very convincing. “Get your fat ass off of me.”

“Oh, so now I have a fat ass huh…Well maybe you haven’t had enough tickling yet.” Jodi slid her fingers up underneath Lexi’s armpits, but didn’t tickle just yet.

“NO NOT THERE PLEASE NO DON’T DO THAT I’LL DO ANYTHING!” Lexi begged. She hated more than anything getting tickled under her arms.

“Oh, you shouldn’t say that you’ll do anything girl, because you may not want to do what I tell you.”

“No I promise, I promise.” she was so tense and worried about more tickling that she was shivering.

“Alright, then you’re gonna have to suck my cock.”

“NO WAY!” Lexi screamed before they both dissolved in laughter at the silliness of the whole thing. Jodi rolled to the side and onto her back, the fake phallus flopped around ridiculously, while Lexi remained on her belly tears rolling from her eyes as the laughter pealed out of her. When she was finally able to speak, she said, “Oh my God… I can’t… laugh anymore…You’re crazy…” A few more giggles escaped her exhausted body. She had been tickled only for about five minutes all total and she secretly loved every minute of it.

As Jodi quieted down, she turned her head to the side to look at her sister, and their eyes met. Both sets of eyes were heavy lidded from exertion and for several seconds they stared deeply at each other. Jodi felt the overwhelming urge to kiss her sister’s lips. Licking her own lips, she rolled onto her side and leaned in, her eyes closing as her mouth closed in. She got very close, close enough to feel the heat and breath coming from Lexi, but the moment before their lips touched together, Lexi pulled away, rolled over and sat up.

A feeling of shame flooded Jodi as she realized what she nearly did, and she turned away from her sister, sitting up also. “I ah…I should be getting to bed,” she murmured.

“Yeah, it’s getting late,” Lexi agreed, standing up and turning to leave. Before she took a step, she turned back and wrapped her arms around Jodi from the back and whispered, “Thank you sis. I love you.”

“Love you to,” Jodi agreed. Then Lexi was gone from the room and she was left sitting on her bed wondering why she had thought that her own sister would be interested in kissing her on the lips. Worse than that, Jodi knew that if Lexi had allowed the kiss, she would have tried to do more. There is no telling how far she would have tried to go if Lexi hadn’t pulled away when she did. She looked down at the dildo still pointing up at her like an erect penis, and she smiled in spite of herself, the memory of Lexi’s face when she pulled her hands away and looked at the toy was still fresh in her mind and she bit her lip to keep from breaking up again.

Standing up, Jodi began to undo the strap holding the toy in place. As she pulled away the strap from between her legs, she saw how wet she had been from her earlier play. Even though she was still feeling ashamed at herself, she was also still quite horny, and now that she had the room to herself, she decided to utilize a few of the toys that she had at her disposal. Tossing her robe onto a chair, Jodi climbed back onto the bed and propped herself up on a few pillows next to her sex toys.

—

Lexi walked back to the spare room in a daze, and in a state of disbelief. Her mind kept going over the last ten minutes, wondering how things had progressed to the point that her own sister had tried to kiss her on the lips. It was more then that though, there was a part of her that wanted to surrender to her sister. That was what worried her more than anything.

Flipping the light on, Lexi walked into the room and her eyes immediately lit upon the vibrator still on the bed. The corners of her lips curled up as she strolled over and snatched it up. Masturbating with a vibrator was something that she had never tried before, as George wouldn’t allow her to own any sex toys. She dropped the towel onto the floor and crawled up onto the bed.

Laying on her back, Lexi slid the fingers of her right hand down over her trimmed pussy hair and into her slit. Her fingers sank into the wetness with ease and she mewled at the feeling. She couldn’t remember the last time her pussy had been this wet. When her fingers were covered with juices, she brought her hand to her face and smelled herself, closing her eyes and relishing the thick, musky odor. She wondered if her sister’s pussy smelled like hers and wished that she had the guts to go back to her room to find out.

Enjoying the smell of her juices, Lexi proceeded to slip her wet fingers into her mouth, tasting her own pussy. The taste was something that she always enjoyed privately. She would often silently finger herself while lying in bed at night next to a sleeping George, and then taste her juices.

She picked up the vibrator and glanced up at the door to her room, wishing that Jodi would walk in. Nothing happened, so she turned the dial on the toy until it was vibrating furiously and touched it onto her nipple. “Oh!” she gasped as the tingles raced through her breast, causing her nipple to swell almost instantly.

She let the toy buzz away on each nipple before sliding it down her stomach to the top of her pubic mound. Slowly, she slid it lower until the tip was buzzing the flesh just above her clitoris. She let the toy hum so close to her clitoris, and tried to focus on her own pleasure, but she couldn’t get her sister out of her mind. Making up her mind, Lexi shut the toy off and climbed off the bed. She picked up the towel from the floor, and promptly dropped it again, deciding that she didn’t need to cover up.

Lexi walked to the door and silently opened it. She peered out into the empty hallway, then made her way down the hall to her sisters door. Standing in the hall naked, Lexi listened intently, and could clearly hear her sister’s low moaning and the steady buzz from one of her toys.

Taking a deep breath, Lexi raised her balled fist and rapidly knocked on the door, then, without waiting for a reply, she turned the knob and walked in. “Hey sis?” she said.

—

Jodi had chosen the rabbit vibe, deciding that she couldn’t wait any longer for her release. She was plenty wet enough that she didn’t need to use any lube. She slid the toy up and down until it was covered in her juices, then she began to gently slide the toy into her pussy. When it was fully inserted, she turned the dial and felt the toy hum to life deep inside her.

“Ohhhh mmmhhhmm!” she moaned as the beads began to swirl and the rabbit ears began to buzz her clit. She felt an orgasm come rushing toward her so quickly that she couldn’t stop it, and in mere seconds she curled forward, her pussy clamped down as intense pleasure spasms overtook her. She rolled onto her belly and bit the side of her pillow to keep from shouting out as she rode the waves of her orgasm through to the end.

Finally after things calmed down a bit, she rolled over onto her back again and took several deep breaths. The toy had slid out of her clenching vagina at some point and was vibrating away on the bed. She picked it up and shut it down, then began to lick her sweet and sour juices off the toy while her body trembled in the aftermath of her orgasm.

Even though she had just gone through an intense climax, her body still craved more. She set the rabbit aside and picked up the egg instead. This time, she was going to take her sweet time and build up a long, slow, creamy orgasm. A picture of her sister filled her head as she pushed the button on the control that started the egg humming. She took the silver egg and touched it to her nipple, sliding it around her areola. When the first nipple had swelled fully, she switched to the other nipple and began working that one.

After a few minutes of buzzing her nipples, she slid the egg down between her legs, rubbing it up and down her slit. “Mmmm” she moaned as her soaking wet pussy tried to suck the toy inside. She let it slide in, then pushed it in deeper with one finger and pushed another button on the control to turn up the intensity of the vibrations. “Ohhhhh, mmmmhhhmm”

Jodi was loving the feeling of the deep vibrations, but she was far from her second orgasm, when a sudden knocking at her door startled her. Before she could even shut the egg off, the door swung open and Lexi looked in.

“Hey sis?” Lexi began, then her eyes fell upon her still nude sister, and she froze. “Oh…” she gasped, seeing the thin cord coming from between Jodi’s spread legs and the control in her hand.

Instead of turning around and leaving, Lexi took a step forward and swung the door shut behind her. “Um…I guess I interrupted you again, didn’t I.” she said.

Feeling self conscious all of a sudden, Jodi started to pull her blanket over herself. “What did you want Lex?” she inquired, clicking the egg off.

“Oh…uhm, I ah, I forgot.” She smiled and rolled her eyes. “Brain fart I guess.”

“Okay…well, I’ll ah, I’ll see you in the morning then,” Jodi said.

“Yeah. Yeah of course. I should leave you to your…toys,” Lexi grinned. She started to turn around, then stopped and turned back around. “Wait, I know what I came in here for.”

“Okay”

“Why did you try to kiss me earlier?” she asked, lowering her head and staring at her sister with piercing eyes.

Jodi swallowed loudly and scratched her head, feeling her already red face somehow getting redder, if that was possible. “Kiss you…oh you mean when we were like, on the bed messing around? Uhm…well, it must have been your magnetic personality.” she quipped, her lips curling up in a half hearted smile.

“Oh really? So you’re just going to make light of the situation, like it never really happened?”

“Lexi…nothing really did happen. I mean we were just playing around, like we did when we were kids.”

Sensing that Jodi was very uncomfortable, and wanting a bit of revenge for being held down and tickled (even though she secretly enjoyed that), Lexi decided to press on. “But you never tried to kiss me on the lips when we were kids Jodi. I mean, what the hell was you thinking?”

Feeling flustered and embarrassed, Jodi raised her voice a few octaves, “I don’t know Lexi…Look, I’m sorry that it happened, and I promise it won’t happen again. Now can we just forget it ever happened and get some sleep?”

Lexi stepped to the edge of the bed. “Forget it ever happened,” she repeated, trying her hardest to keep a straight face. “How am I supposed to forget that you tried to…to molest me. My own lesbian sister tried to kiss my lips while we were both naked on a bed. What the hell am I supposed to think about that? Were you planning on trying to fuck me too?”

Jodi looked like she was going to break down at that point, and Lexi actually started to feel a bit sorry for her. That was when her stern face started to crack. Being her sister, Jodi picked up on it immediately.

“You little bitch!” Jodi snapped as Lexi broke out into laughter beside the bed.

“You should have seen the look on your face,” Lexi laughed. “I was sure that you were going to start bawling.”

“That was cruel Lex.”

“Hey, it was payback for tickling me,” Lexi defended, sticking her tongue out like she used to do when she was a child.

“Okay, I’ll give you that,” Jodi agreed. “Is there anything else that you wanted?”

“No, I don’t think so,” Lexi answered, but still stood her ground.

A few seconds ticked by before Jodi smiled and said, “Well, are you going to give me some privacy, or are you going to stand there and watch me masturbate?”

“Was that an invitation?” Lexi questioned playfully.

“Only if you are going to join in.”

“Are you serious?”

Jodi shrugged, “Uhh, well, we’ve already seen each other naked, so why not watch each other masturbate?”

Lexi bit her bottom lip and smiled. “Okay…If you really want to.” She climbed onto the bed, sitting Indian style, and asked, “So now what?”

Jodi adjusted the pillows behind her, making more room, then she patted the spot beside her and said, “Come, sit here.” She could sense the nervousness in her sister and wanted to put her at ease.

When they were sitting side by side, Jodi asked, “So, how do you like to masturbate?”

“I usually just use my fingers when I get the chance. Sometimes I can rub one out in the shower if I’m in the mood, or after George has fallen asleep.”

“Show me.”

“Wh-what about you?” Lexi asked.

Jodi held up the control of the vibrating egg and pushed the button. A muffled buzzing started up causing her hips to twitch and her breath to catch for a moment. “Already taken care of,” she affirmed.

“Oh,” Lexi croaked. She slid her hands up on her stomach, but couldn’t bring herself to slide them and lower. “This is so weird,” she whispered as her fingers touched the very top edge of her pubic hair heart. “I don’t know about this sis. I’m freaking out right now.”

“It’s okay sis. There’s no one here but you and me. Close your eyes, relax, and let yourself go. You know that you want to,” Jodi encouraged.

Lexi did want to, but she was still too nervous. Jodi watched her as she closed her eyes and slid her fingers lower, but not low enough. Finally, Jodi reached her hand over and placed her hand on Lexi’s. She tensed up for a second, but then allowed her older sister to guide her hand down into her pussy.

Jodi was lying on her side staring at her older sister while she manipulated Lexi’s fingers. As she worked her sisters fingers in her pussy, she was occasionally letting her own finger slide into the moistness. Soon, both of their hands were covered in Lexi’s juices, and at some point, Lexi pulled her hand back and allowed Jodi to continue by herself.

With her eyes still closed, Lexi surrendered herself to her older sisters probing fingers. Her own hands fell to her sides and she raised her ass off the bed as Jodi worked her over. “Oh God!” she hissed, as her sisters expert fingers quickly brought her to the brink of orgasm. She was about to cum from the stimulation when the magical fingers stopped. “Unh, what…why’d you stop?” she asked, opening her eyes and looking at Jodi.

“If you want me to help you cum, I’m going to do it my way. Do you want me to help you cum sis?” Jodi asked.

“I- I think so.”

“Then you have to let me do it my way.”

“Wh-what do you- what do you mean?”

“Close your eyes, and relax sis. I’m going to give you pleasure like you’ve never had before.”

Taking a deep breath, Lexi closed her eyes and bit her bottom lip, as Jodi moved around and sat between her legs. Jodi gazed in awe at her sister’s beauty, and her mouth watered at the thought of licking her pretty pink pussy. Jodi thought that her sister had the prettiest pussy she had ever seen. Puffy pink lips and a thick clit wrapped tightly in a snug hood. “Just relax,” she said for her own sake as much as Lexi’s. She took a deep breath, let it hiss out of her pursed lips, then leaned down and without a pause, stuck out her tongue and licked up the length of Lexi’s pussy lips.

“Mmmmm,” Lexi whined as she felt the first lick on her most tender spot. She couldn’t believe that her own sister was going to be her first lesbian experience. It was so taboo, so depraved, and so exciting. As wrong as it was to commit incest, she couldn’t think of anyone she wanted to share this experience with more than Jodi.

After the first lick, Jodi was hooked on the taste of Lexi’s pussy. She had always loved the taste of pussy, from the very first time she had gone down on Katie that night in Katie’s bedroom. She had been invited to sleep over, and after the rest of the house had gone to bed, Katie had kissed her passionately. Within minutes both girls had stripped and were feeling each other up, something that they had done before only fleetingly. Katie had pulled away from the kiss and asked Jodi if she had ever tasted her juices before. When Jodi said that she hadn’t, Katie slid a finger into her pussy, and held it up in front of her face.

“Taste yourself,” Katie had said, and waited for Jodi to suck her finger into her mouth. “Do you like it?” she asked.

“Mm, I think so,” Jodi shrugged, “but I’m sure that your finger makes the taste different so it’s hard to really tell.”

Katie spread her legs open and asked, “Wanna take a taste direct from the source?”

Jodi remembered feeling very nervous and excited at the same time, the same feelings that she was feeling with Lexi. She remembered crawling down between Katie’s legs, and leaning in close so she could smell the fragrance. She remembered the first tentative licks and the flavor, a musky, tangy, pungent mixture that was wonderful. But it wasn’t just the smell and the taste, it was the feel of the soft, moist heat radiating from her like a furnace; it was the view of Katie’s body from her perspective looking up her belly, between her breasts to her flushed face; and it was the sounds, the squishy, wet sound of the licks, and Katie’s passionate moans. From that moment on, she was in love with eating pussy. Nothing at all could ever compete.

Now, Jodi felt like it was her first time all over again. She was doing something that she had done hundreds of times with a few other women, but this was different because it was with her very own sister. It was wrong in so many ways, but it certainly felt right. With all of Jodi’s experience, she quickly had her sister on the edge of orgasm again, but she didn’t want this first time to end so soon, so she decided to keep Lexi on the edge as long as she could.

“Oh my God Jodi!” Lexi squealed as the invading tongue worked it’s magic on her. “That feels so good.” She tilted her head forward and opened her eyes, looking into her sisters bright, turquois eyes. They stared at each other as Jodi latched her mouth on Lexi’s vagina and delved her tongue deeply into her. “I can’t believe we’re doing this,” she whispered, then her eyes rolled up and she moaned loudly as her head dropped back onto the pillow.

Jodi was relishing her position between her sister’s thighs. She could feel the powerful muscles on either side of her head clenching and relaxing, tightening and loosening as the feelings intensified. The pussy she was eating was one of the wettest she had ever had the pleasure of dining on, and she was going to enjoy it while she could.

As the pressure built up in Lexi’s pleasure center, she lifted her ass higher off the bed toward her sisters divine sucking mouth. “Holy shhhhhit sis. I had no idea this could feel so -huh- so good…You could make a -huh- a living outta doin’ this…Oh right there…ohh fffuuucck!” she exclaimed, feeling the tantalizing tongue touching all the right spots. She lifted higher, her body seemingly moving on its own volition, and felt the tongue slip down even lower.

Smiling while she licked, Jodi felt her sister lift up higher and decided to treat her to something that she learned from Alex. She remembered vividly the very first time that Alex had rimmed her anus. They had been out drinking with friends at a popular dance club, and had gotten a taxi ride home at around one in the morning. Both of them were buzzing from the drinks and the hits from a friend’s joint, and they were both feeling very frisky on the ride home. So frisky in fact, that they began a heavy make-out session in the back seat, much to the delight of the driver, a middle aged man with a ruddy face and wide eyes who found it very difficult to concentrate on the road.

Once they made it back to their apartment, they barely made it inside the front door before they were stripping off their clothes. Alex became the aggressor, shoving Jodi roughly against the wall and driving her tongue deep into her mouth while pushing first two, then three fingers deep inside her pussy. She then pulled Jodi away from the wall and shoved her face down over the arm of a recliner, telling her that she had been a bad girl and needed to be punished.

The spanks set Jodi’s ass on fire and her pussy was leaking juices all over the arm of the chair, when Alex decided that she had been spanked enough and now needed a different punishment. Jodi didn’t know what to expect when Alex dropped to her knees behind her and spread her flaming ass cheeks. The next thing she felt was something wet and soft worming its way around her anus. She glanced back and gasped at the sight of Alex licking away at her asshole.

“Eww, what are you doing?” she gasped, but shut her mouth when Alex slapped her ass cheek again and glared at her. Jodi lowered her head back into the chair as Alex continued to lick away. After a few moments it began to feel good, then it began to feel even better. Soon her sphincter had loosened and Alex’s tongue was sliding deeply into her most private orifice, bringing her a pleasure that she had never dreamed of. That was the first time she had ever experienced a climax without touching her pussy, and it opened up a whole new world of experiences for her to enjoy.

Now, Jodi decided to give her sister the same pleasure that Alex had given her all those years ago. With a wicked smile, she moved lower, letting her tongue slide down past her vagina to the thin band of skin between the two holes. She felt Lexi tense up and heard her breath catch in her throat, as she spent a few seconds flicking her tongue around that strip of skin. Then, she dipped lower, pushing her tongue against her sisters puckered brown hole.

“W- what are you- ahh sis, that’s my…oh…don’t…mmm oh wow,” Lexi stuttered, not knowing what to think about this new development. She had seen a guy rimming a woman before on a porn movie that George had brought home, but she figured it was done more for shock factor to sell more movies than something that normal people did to each other. Now, her own sister was delving her tongue into her own butthole. “Oh God Jodi, that feels amazing,” she gushed, as the good feelings intensified.

Jodi worked her sisters asshole until it was sloppy wet with her saliva and the sphincter was loose. Then she moved back up and sucked her clit into her mouth, while sliding her thumb deeply into Lexi’s ass.

“OHHH FUCK!” Lexi yelled as her pussy spasmed and a moment later she was cumming. Her thighs came together, pinning Jodi’s head, and for the first time in her life, she squirted. Thinking it was urine, and she was peeing in her sisters face, she clamped down after the initial burst, stopping the flow and stemming her orgasm a bit. She felt the thumb slide out of her asshole and that made her pussy spasm again.

Jodi was well aware that the fluid that blasted into her mouth was not at all urine, and she swallowed it down like it was the nectar of the gods, and kept on licking away. She continued to lick until Lexi suddenly pushed her away as the sensitivity became too much. Jodi looked up and smiled at the sight of her sexy sister in post orgasmic bliss. Her face neck and chest were all flushed pink and her skin shone with a thin sheen of perspiration. “Did you like that sis?” she asked.

Lexi flashed a satisfied smile and said, “I- I can’t believe that you- that we just did that. That was just…It was incredible. I’ve never cum so hard in my life. I…did I pee on you a little bit, because when I popped off, I felt a little squirt just come out. I swear I wasn’t trying to though.”

Jodi climbed up and laid beside her glowing sister. Wrapping her arm around her shoulder and pulling her close she said, “That wasn’t pee silly, that was cum. You squirted… and I swallowed it. If you had only known how good your cum tasted, you would have let it out instead of squeezing it shut. You could have had a longer and more intense orgasm.”

“I don’t think that is possible. I don’t remember ever feeling so good.”

“It’s okay sis, the next time you’ll know, and you’ll let yourself go.”

There was a pause as Lexi thought about what Jodi had told her. “Is there going to be a next time?”

“If you want there to be Lex. I’d really love to do that again real soon, and I’d really love it if you would do it to me right now.”

Lexi pulled back so she could look her sister in the face. She was smiling, “I was hoping that you would say that,” she exclaimed in delight.

“Good, because if you don’t get your face in my pussy right now, I’m going to go crazy.”

“I really want to try, but you’re going to have to tell me what to do.”

Reaching over to grab the strap-on dildo, and holding it in place, Jodi asked, “Would it be better for you if I had a cock?”

“Only if you plan on fucking me with it,” Lexi offered with a laugh.

“Well, that may just happen before you know it, but right now, I want to feel your tongue in my pussy.”

Lexi took a deep breath, then leaned in to kiss her sister on the lips. They shared a passionate, deep kiss during which Lexi slid her hand down Jodi’s chest, across her belly and finally plunged two fingers into her soaking wet pussy. It felt strange plunging her fingers into a pussy that was not her own, but the guttural moan from her sister spurred her on.

Breaking off the kiss, Lexi slid down, taking a nipple into her mouth and sucking it like it was a tiny penis. A vision of her sucking George came to mind like a bad dream. George liked to be in control, and he demanded that she learn how to swallow his entire seven inches, along with swallowing his semen. He would hold her head and push her down, forcing his cock into her throat until she gagged. When she pulled back to get a breath, he would tell her that she was useless, and that she wasn’t a real woman until she could take him all the way down. He also let her know that if she couldn’t handle it, then he would have to find someone who could.

“Mmm, your nipples are so hard,” Lexi groaned. She latched on again, and sucked the nub deep, twirling it around with her tongue and drawing another moan from her sister. When she finally broke the suction with a pop, she gazed at the nipple and saw that it was bright red and wet with saliva. She felt that she could suck on those nipples all day, but the real prize was still waiting, so she made her way down Jodi’s taut tummy until she came to her tuft of pubic hair.

Trembling from anticipation, Jodi watched as her gorgeous sister kissed her way down her belly, then ran her fingers through her pubic hair. She was so horny that she wished she could push Lexi’s face into her pussy, but she knew that Lexi needed to take her time. Jodi ran her hand through her sisters hair as Lexi seemed to be unsure of herself. “Are you sure you’re going to able to do this?” she asked, concerned that Lexi was going to back out.

Looking back up at her sister, Lexi said, “I really want to try, but I’m really nervous. I don’t know if it’s the fact that you’re a woman, or that you’re my sister, but either way, I do want to try.”

“Just take your time sis, you’ll do fine.”

Lexi nodded, then crawled up over Jodi’s leg and settled down between her thighs, peering into her sex. The smell was intoxicating, and actually made her mouth water. She glanced up at her sister once more and in a near whisper said, “It’s beautiful.” Then, while still staring into Jodi’s eyes, she lowered her face and licked. It was warm, and soft, and wet, and the taste was not at all what she expected, but she liked it.

“What do you think?” Jodi asked. She was watching the expression on Lexi’s face as she savored the flavor.

“I think you taste delicious,” Lexi replied, then leaned back down to lick some more.

Jodi’s eyes narrowed to slits as she leaned back to enjoy the sensation, but she kept her eyes focused, watching her sister. She sensed that Lexi was enjoying herself, but she was being so soft with her licks, that Jodi almost couldn’t feel her. Feeling far too horny, and much more confident that her sister was enjoying it, she decided to push the issue a bit.

As Lexi tentatively licked, worrying that she was going to do it wrong, she didn’t even notice when her sister leaned forward, but she did notice when a hand landed on her head. She looked up in surprise, and saw the desperate need on her sister face. Feeling more courageous, and wanting nothing more than to please her sister, she started sucking and driving her tongue deep.

“Oh yeah, lick that pussy!” Jodi encouraged, “Suck my clit sis, I’m so close.”

So Lexi latched her lips onto Jodi’s clitoris and sucked deeply while her tongue flicked the tiny nub.

“Oh right there-right there-right there-don’t stop…oohhhh don’t…don’t stop…yesss,” Jodi hissed as she was very quickly brought right to the brink of orgasm. She was certain that she would start to cum any second, but just when she thought she was there, she wasn’t, and she needed something more. “Put your fingers inside me,” she gasped, feeling desperate to cum.

Lexi wanted to please her sister, so she slid two fingers deep inside while still working on her clitoris. As soon as her fingers bottomed out, she felt Jodi’s vaginal walls contract around them.

“Ah… I’m cumming!” yelled Jodi, who had gripped Lexi’s head in both hands and was holding her tightly as her orgasm cascaded over her.

For a few moments, Lexi had difficulty breathing, as Jodi’s muscles tightened up involuntarily and her thighs came together on her sister’s head. Lexi continued to flick her tantalizing tongue over Jodi’s clitoris until the sensitivity became far too much and Jodi pushed her away, breathing heavy and trembling.

“Holy shit sis, you did good for your first time,” Jodi breathed, her face flushed red and shiny from perspiration. She pulled her sister up until they were lying side by side. “You’ve got something on your face,” she giggled, seeing a creamy white blob of her cum smeared on Lexi’s chin. “Let me get that for you.” She leaned over and kissed the blob, sucking and licking it into her mouth, then moving up and kissing Lexi on the lips, driving her tongue into her mouth to share the flavor.

“Mmm,” moaned Lexi as she kissed her sister back.

When they separated, Jodi laid back sighed in content, while Lexi lay on her side facing her sister. “So,” Jodi began, “what did you think of your first time with a woman?”

“It was incredible, but…”

“But what?”

“I still can’t believe that you licked my butthole.”

Jodi laughed. “And you loved it when I did that.”

“Well I’m not gonna lie, it felt really good, but it just seems so…gross?”

“Your asshole tasted heavenly sis. Maybe someday you can return the favor and lick mine.”

“That’s asking a lot you know.”

Jodi rolled onto her side so they were staring into each others eyes. “I’ll never ask you to do something that you’re uncomfortable with.” She slid her hand along Lexi’s side, over her thigh, and down her leg. “Now, are you ready to get fucked with my big cock or what?”

A grin spread across Lexi’s face as she pictured her sister with the dildo strapped to her. “Mmhm, I can’t wait!” she announced with a twinkle in her eyes and a smile on her face.

The End.

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