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This is an ongoing story. Might not be for everyone, but constructive feedback is appreciated.

This is part 2, best is to read part 1 first.

Day 2: Special prison

The next morning Tina wakes up from her cell mate’s muffled noises. Looking over at the little latina woman, she can see her squirming in her bed, her well rounded tits jiggling with her every move. Just like Tina, she is cuffed to her bedposts and the pacifier strapped to her mouth hinders her from wording her cries of protest.

Tina is now feeling the wet and heavy diaper surrounding her lower parts. It’s not as warm and cozy as when she released herself last night and she’s guessing that her cell mate also really needs to pee now.

In an attempt to comfort her, Tina mumbles and tries to get her attention. She thrusts her hips upward and towards the girl, showing her full and swelling diaper. Trying to get her to realize that she has to go in her own diaper.

At first she just looks angrily at Tina and keeps bucking around on her bed… but then it hits her. Her big brown eyes widen as the realization dawns on her. Her eyes tear up and she lays back, her legs moving back and forth, as if trying to hold it in and letting go at the same time…

Finally she arches her back and lets out a muffled moan as she releases in her diaper!

Tina can hear the forceful beam of fluids hitting the insides of the girl’s diaper!

Tina remembers the feeling from last night, how good it felt to finally let it out and can tell that her cell mate is going through the exact same pleasure now.

As she gets done, she turns her head away from Tina. Probably feeling embarrassed to pee herself in front of another grown adult!

Tina could relate. She didn’t have to, since the girl was sleeping when she filled her own diaper last night. But, probably she would feel the same if someone was watching her while she did it.

A short while later the door unlocks and a guard enters their cell. This is a different guard. She is much smaller than the ones that signed them in yesterday, and she looks much nicer. She had light blonde hair set up in a tight braid that fell over her left shoulder. A cute nose, plushy, pink lips and a cute upwards nose under her steel blue eyes. She had a yellow uniform and sneakers and seemed more pleasant than the other ones. She has a big bag over her shoulder, decorated with green and pink flowers.

”How has your night been ladies?” she chirps as she sits down on the side of the latina girl’s bed.

With nimble hands she rips open her diaper and starts wiping her pussy with a wet cloth she hoists up out of her flowery bag.

The girl tugs wildly at her cuffs and tries to block the guards hands with her knees and thighs!

”Hey now! None of that!” the guard says sharply and smacks her on the pussy, hard!

It obviously hurts. The latina girl whimpers and stops moving around.

”I can make this nice for you, or painfull… your choice”, she says looking down on the cuffed woman in the bed.

Slowly the girl spreads her legs apart again and lets the guard continue the wiping.

Then she puts on a pink latex glove and applies some sort of ointment over her index and middle finger.

Tina’s vision is obscured by the guard, but she can tell from the facial expressions of her cell mate that she is now getting fingers put into her. The guard’s arm is pumping in and out a few minutes and the girl is letting out whimpers and moans, turning her head back and forth as if that would save her from the intrusion.

Then she brings out a diaper from her bag. As she’s folding it out Tina can see that at the bottom of the diaper two blue rubber appendages are built into the diaper. They look very similar to the ones she had stuffed into her yesterday. The ones that swelled up…

She motions to the girl to lift her hips up and then places the diaper below her bum.

”Just relax little one…”, the guard says in a soft voice as she presses the rubber things in and then pushes her hips back into the bed.

A few dabs of baby powder over her groin and then she closes the diaper tightly around the latina girl’s hips.

The diaper has some kind of thick plastic clasps that click into place as she closes them and adjusts them to fit really tight.

Then she brought out some textiles in a pale, orange hue.

With some effort she shoved one of the pieces under the handcuffed girl and then laid the other one over her body.

It took Tina some figuring out, but soon she could see that it was a ‘teddy’. One that had snap-on buttons over the shoulders and between the legs.

It was like the ones you dress babies in, but this one was a larger size. Still very tight though. Tina could see how it pressed in over the diaper and some of the diaper welled out on each side of the leg’s openings. The latina girls pokies were easy to see through the worn material covering her chest.

”There we go”, she says happily and scoots over to Tina’s bed,

”You’re not going to give me any trouble, are you?”

Tina shook her head and couldn’t help but to blink several times with her baby blues.

The guard ripped Tina’s diaper open and started wiping her down with a cloth. The cloth was very warm and the guards’ movements were soft and gentle. Tina willingly spread her legs as wide as possible and closed her eyes.. savouring the feeling of the woman’s hands and fingers sliding up and down her slit, over her clitoris, inner thighs and smooth pussy mound.

”That’a girl…”, the woman said in a pleased, soft tone.

The snap of the plastic glove made Tina open her eyes again. The wipe massage was almost having her drift off into other thoughts, but the latex glove snapping on the guard’s wrist brought her back again.

The guard applied some of the thick, clear ointment from a tube onto her fingers and slowly started pushing her fingers into Tina’s two nervously twitching holes.

Just like her cell mate, Tina couldn’t help but to let out lustful sighs and moans as her insides were being fondled by slender and slippery fingers.

”It seems like lubrication is hardly needed for you. You’re a horny little vixen, aren’t you?” the woman snickered and sped up her fingerpumping. Tina was softly rolling her hips along with the fingers inside of her. Her tongue rolling around in her mouth, caressing the pacifier filling her mouth. She could feel some drool running down her cheek.

Just as Tina’s climax was building, the guard pulled her fingers out.

”Hips up!” she ordered, and Tina instantly obeyed.

With sure precision the guard pressed the two rubber things into their respective holes and had her lower her hips down again! The feeling was amazing, having these two, stiff, rubbery things inserted into her. All Tina wanted to do now was get her hand free so she could rub herself to a long awaited orgasm!

Then Tina was also dressed up in an orange teddy. As with her cell mate, it was very tight, especially in the groin area. It really pressed the rubber things as deep as they could go into her wet openings. Still, a sensuous feeling, although somewhat uncomfortable.

The lovely looking guard rose to her feet, giving the two handcuffed maidens a serious look.

”I don’t know if you girls know how this works. The diapers you are wearing are fitted with inflatable rods. The diapers are locked onto you and can only be removed by us guards.

IF you decide to step out of line…”, she spoke slower towards the end… more serious now.. then she held up a little object attached to the key chain around her waist. She pressed on it..

Tina suddenly felt the rods in her insides swell up quickly to enormous proportions! Having been pushed so close to the edge already she came instantly and could feel her pussy squirting inside of her diaper!

It seemed to have the same effect on her cell mate who was bucking hard in her bed beside her!

Tina felt her legs quivering and she was panting hard now, more drool seeping out from behind the pacifier stuck in her mouth.

The guard woman was smiling… ”This is only meant to subdue you, IF you get out of line. There is one more setting, but that one will hurt you. You don’t want that…

Do you understand?” she demanded in a lower, more serious tone of voice.

Both Tina and the other girl nodded quickly and soon the rods in them deflated back to their original size again.

Tina’s head was spinning. The feeling of her insides being filled so fast and much was extremely erotic. But she could also tell that – if she’d been standing her legs would’ve surely buckled directly. A pretty effective tool really.

The guard’s face switched back into her more soft appearance and she undid the latch holding Tina’s pacifier in place and took it out. She wiped some of the drool off Tina’s cheeks and asked her, ”We’ll start with you. Will you behave if I uncuff you and lead you to your cell?”

Tina nodded and then remembered that she was no longer gagged and let out a meek ”Yes.. ma’m”.

”Good girl”, the guard replied and started taking Tina out of her cuffs.

Still on shaky legs, the guard helped her to her feet and led her out of the cell and down a corridor to the right.

Tina is walked down several windowless corridors, and locked doors, all in beige and green pastel color. With every step she can feel the two rubber things pressed up in her holes. It feels strange, but somewhat arousing at the same time. Because of the thick diaper she has to walk with her thighs a bit spread. The diaper is already a little moist against her pussy lips.

They finally come to an open cell door in a light green corridor.

The guard gently pushes Tina in and locks the door behind her.

Tina now finds herself in a small room. Still bigger than the one she was in last night and the barred window is also larger, letting in more light in this light pink room.

By the right wall is a bed. Not really a big bed, but still a bit bigger than a normal single bed.

Above the bed there is a frame hanging from the ceiling. The frame has a bunch of hoses, tubes and plastic straps hanging from it. Below the window of frosted glass there is a huge, green bean bag and there are several rugs of the sort people handcraft themselves.

Tina turns around, on the door there is a sign that says ‘Shoes off!’ and some hearts drawn around it.

Tina takes her shoes off and places them neatly by the side of the door.

On each end of the bed there is a small bedtable. One of them is covered with little trinkets and framed photos.

Tina makes her way to the bed and sits down.

It’s super soft! Tina almost falls backward into it and has to struggle to keep herself sitting up on the side of the mattress.

As time passed Tina found it hard not to think about the rubbery things inside of her. They were ever present. She could feel them keeping her entry holes open and the length of them up inside of her. Every time she shifted they moved a little, giving her nethers and canals a soft massage. She felt herself getting a bit warm when the door was unlocked and opened!

Through the door walks a big woman! Well, compared to Tina most everyone is a lot bigger than her. This woman was maybe 2 heads taller than Tina, but what made her appear so much bigger was the size of her bust. She was also dressed in a tight teddy, like the one Tina had on, but up top she was huge! The whole front of her chest was packed!

She also wore a pair of diapers, tightly strapped to her very curvy hips. Her teddy was not buttoned between her legs. Instead the end of it just hung down over her belly.

Probably there were no teddy’s big enough to cover those breasts and also reach all the way down to between her legs. She had strong, thick thighs and very tanned skin.

She looked a bit hispanic. Tight red lips, big, friendly looking, brown eyes and long black hair set up in a sloppy bun on top of her head.

She looked stunning and Tina couldn’t help but to swallow hard and stare at the impressive woman.

”Hello there cutie! You must be my new baby!” the woman said with a smile!

She walked up to Tina, who was sitting on the bed, and introduced herself as Lucia.

”I’m ..Tina…”, Tina replied in a squeaky, nervous voice.

Lucia sat down close beside Tina on the bed. The softness of the mattress and Lucia’s weight made it so that Tina involuntarily leaned in on Lucia when she sat down!

Lucia put her arm around Tina’s shoulders and drew her even closer!

”Let me tell you how this place works..”, she started…

Tina felt her left arm and shoulder pressing deep into Lucia’s enormous sideboob! It felt very warm and the rubbery things inside of her made themselves well known as her pussy shifted around in her diaper.

Lucia explained the details of everyday life here in the ‘special prison’.

Every inmate is coupled with another. Lucia was a milkgiver, or a ‘cow’ as they jokingly put it here. And every ‘cow’ is paired with a ‘calf’. Tina was now Lucia’s ‘calf’.

“But I’d rather call us mother and baby”, Lucia whispered and winked at Tina.

Tina’s mind was racing. These terms she was using, the size of her breasts… she was afraid to let herself realize what this all could mean.

But Tina didn’t have to wonder for long as Lucia explained that Tina would now only be fed milk… Lucia’s milk specifically.

They get their diapers changed in the morning and evening. Lucia is fed once a day with a special formula from the hoses and tubes that were hanging above their bed, but Tina could feed whenever she wanted… from Lucia.

Tina was mind boggled! The thought of food had crossed her mind.

Her belly had been rumbling a little and when she thought about it, she hadn’t actually had anything to eat since yesterday, when she was signed in and had that giant pacifier strapped to her mouth.

But… was she now supposed to feed from… Lucia? From her breast?! Tina was feeling faint and aroused. She didn’t know if it was because of the lack of nourishment, the things prodding in her holes or the feeling of being squished up to this very busty woman’s warm side boob here on the bed. She couldn’t help but to glance down at those gigantic tits stretching the fabric of Lucia’s teddy to the breaking point.

Lucia saw her glance and slowly pulled up her teddy to reveal her breasts for the petite little girl by her side.

Tina’s eyes widened! Just inches from her face Lucia’s enormous breasts were exposed to her. In the middle of the dark brown areola was a large, stiff nipple the size of a strawberry!

Tina recoiled a little but Lucia’s strong arm around her shoulders held her in place beside her.

”You hungry, sweet one?” Lucia whispered and leaned back on the bed. She grabbed some of the pillows and put them behind her back so she was supported sitting back.

Tina was hypnotized by that gigantic mound of womanly flesh displayed before her. Lucia’s heavy breasts jiggled and bounced a little as she sat back and arranged the pillows behind her.

Tina was hesitant, but the soft, sensual look Lucia gave her, made her more at ease.

She let herself be pulled in closer. Everything but Lucia’s hard brown nipple was now just a blur… Tina’s eyes were laser focused on that swollen tip pointing right at her.

”You know what to do…”, Lucia whispered and pulled Tina’s head onto her breast!

Tina’s half open mouth widened just as she was about to form some kind of protest or question before having her mouth shoved onto Lucia’s big, round boob. But the timing was perfect. Tina opened her mouth wide and the next thing she knew was that her mouth was attached to the nipple. She could feel the stiffness and size of it with her tongue, and her lips could feel the warmth of the breast!

Tina let her tongue explore the stiff bulb in her mouth and she heard Lucia let out a soft moan.

With her hand on the back of Tina’s head, Lucia pressed her harder onto her breast. Tina now had to tilt her head back somewhat to be able to breathe through her nose and continued to let her tongue play around with the very sexy woman’s sensitive nipple!

Then she felt something else… a sweetness. It tasted almost like when you put too much of one of those flavoured chapsticks on your lips and some of it comes into your mouth!

It was sweet, it was tantalizing.

Just by pure instinct, Tina sucked… and was immediately rewarded! She could feel a sweet fluid pool in her mouth and was so surprised that she tried to say something. This only made it so that some of the fluid ran out from the side of her mouth, dripping down on her chin!

”Don’t waste it honey…”, Lucia whispered as she inhaled deeply and pressed Tina’s head and mouth even harder over her breast!

Tina sucked again and now her mouth quickly filled up. Her reflex made her swallow, but just as she’d swallowed down a mouth full, another few squirts filled her mouth back up again.

The flow was so fast that Tina could now only focus on swallowing and breathing through her nose!

The pleasured hums from Lucia indicated that she was enjoying this immensely!

Tina could feel her body appreciating what she was swallowing down at a rapid pace. She’d actually been starving since yesterday, but now she was really being ‘fed’!

At first she couldn’t help but to think this whole situation to be a bit strange. Sucking from the breasts of a woman she has only just met.

But the arousing cozyness of the whole thing soon made her relax and just enjoy it. With closed eyes she just let her tongue roll around Lucia’s nipple and swallowed all the sweet milk her mouth was served.

There is no saying for how long this lasted, but eventually it took longer and longer between the moments Tina had to swallow a mouthful of milk down and when Lucia finally released her grip on Tina’s head she fell back and just gasped.

”Wow… just, wow…”, was all that Tina could say… she sat herself up by the elbows and could feel how her belly was really full now! She met Lucia’s brown, friendly eyes.

”You liked that, didn’t you?” she said in a soft voice, ”My other one also needs emptying, but we’ll save that for later I think”.

Lucia pulled her teddy down, covering her breast. Tina felt a sting of sadness for it being over. Right now she just wanted to press her face against Lucia’s warm breast and suck some more on it.

After covering up, Lucia continued to explain the routines of their prison stay.

Every other day they were allowed to shower and go to the recreation room and the other days they were secluded here in their corridor. Lucia recommended that they stay in their bed, snuggle up and watch movies or something. There was a TV on the wall aimed towards the bed.

Once a day Lucia would be fed and ‘pegged’, as she called it.

While Tina got all her nourishment from Lucia’s milk, Lucia had to get her nutrients fed to her another way. And to keep her body producing milk, the doctors had figured out a way to make it always feel ‘impregnated’.

Tina didn’t really understand what all that meant, but just as she asked, their cell door was unlocked and opened.

”Well, you’re about to find out now…”, Lucia said with a smile as two female guards entered. With them they had a gurney loaded with lots of machinery and stuff.

Lucia laid herself down on the bed and spread her legs. Tina backed away from the bed and observed what now unfolded in front of her.

One of the guards strapped Lucia’s arms over her head with a pair of leather restraints, the other one started to unlock and remove her diaper.

Lucia was compliant and it seemed that she was used to this. The guards were not being rough to her or anything.

When the diaper was removed, the guard lifted one of the machines off the gurney and placed it between Lucia’s spread legs.

The contraption was light grey in color and the hull of it looked like thick plastic. The part that the guard was now fitting in between Lucia’s thick thighs had a hole in it with a white peg sticking out of it. From Lucia’s pleasured grunting, it was obvious that the guard was pressing the peg into her pussy as she pushed the machine to fit snuggly between her legs.

Then the guard strapped her thighs to the outside of the machine with some velcro straps that were fastened to the outside of it.

Meanwhile, the other guard was strapping a tube to Lucia’s mouth. From the gadget strapped to her mouth was a tube, leading to a large jug placed on the gurney’s lower shelf.

It didn’t look very comfortable, but Lucia seemed used to it and didn’t resist.

The guards flipped some switches and left. The machine between Lucia’s legs started humming and some kind of pump on the gurney started pumping liquid through the tube leading to Lucia’s mouth.

”See you in 30 minutes”, she said and gave them both a smile and a nod as she and her colleague exited the cell, locking the door behind them.

Tina stood in astonishment by the side of the bed watching her busty milkgiver starting to moan and squirm in her restraints.

Lucia had her eyes closed and was breathing heavily while her gullet was being filled with whatever was in that jug.

But what was more mesmerizing to Tina was to watch Lucia’s rolling hips.

Tina moved herself down to the foot end of the bed to get a better look.

Although the machine between Lucia’s legs was tightly shoved up there, Tina could still see her slit and the white peg pushing into her rhythmically.

It seemed to be picking up speed slowly. Every few minutes it increased its tempo a little and along with that Lucia’s moaning followed in suite.

It was an extremely sexy sight to see. Tina felt bad for staring at her bound cellmate having her hole filled and pumped like this, but at the same time, she could feel her own pussy getting moist from arousal.

Lucia’s squirming in the bed had shifted her teddy somewhat and most of her left breast was now showing. Tina moved it a bit more out of the way and exposed her large, stiff nipple! She could see white droplets emerging from it.

Tina felt her mouth watering. She looked up at Lucia’s face.

”Can I…?” she started in a whisper. Lucia looked down and nodded her head. It was hard to see her expression, since her mouth was covered with the strap holding the tube deep into her throat and she was very clearly struggling with the erotic emotions the pegging machine was sending through her loins.

But Tina took it as a ‘yes’ and swiftly sunk her face down over Lucia’s swelling breast! As soon as her mouth closed around the nipple she could feel it starting to squirt sweet milk! She didn’t even have to suck on it! But she did anyway. Because every time she sucked, Lucia answered with a very sensual moan!

Lucia’s body was rocking along with the peg pumping into her, but Tina had no trouble to stay latched onto her breast and suckle all the sweet milk she was being given.

As the machine seemed to reach its fastest tempo Lucia was very much coming close to her climax. Tina reached her small hand down between Lucia’s legs and found her clit. Her whole pussy and mound were drenched in slippery, womanly fluids and Tina started rubbing her swollen button!

Lucia soon bucked wildly as the machine worked her insides in a ferocious thumping!

It seemed like her lovely cell mate fainted for a moment and then the machine started to slow down. The pump feeding her tube also switched off.

Tina sat up on the side of the bed and stroked Lucia’s cheek carefully.

Some of the liquid from the tube had escaped Lucia’s mouth and was running down her chin.

Lucia opened up her weary eyes and gave Tina a tired but happy look before she let them close again.

Then the cell door unlocked and the guards came in again.

Very routinely they dismantled the machines that were strapped to Lucia. That’s when Tina saw the length of the tube showed down her throat. It must’ve reached way down in her esophagus.

Whilst one of the guards was collecting the tubes and machines back on the gurney the other was wiping the limp Lucia’s pussy and thighs with a wet cloth and then put her back into her diaper again.

As they left, one of them smiled and said to Tina, ”There. Now she’s all filled up for you again!” and gave her a wink.

Once they were alone again, Tina carefully laid herself down on the bed beside Lucia. Lucia was warm and still breathing deeply. She was awake, but too tired to open her eyes.

Tina softly cuddled herself up to the side of her big, sexy bedmate.

”Thanks…”, Lucia whispered to her and gave her a soft kiss to the forehead before she drifted off to sleep.

For at least an hour Tina just laid there beside Lucia. Her mind was whirring with thoughts and feelings! Just today she had seen, felt and done things she’d never even imagined she’d ever do. What confounded her even more was how much she liked it!

Tina’s pussy was pulsating. She was so horny! She couldn’t really remember when, if ever, she’d been this excited!

While Lucia slept, Tina let her hand and fingers explore her cell mate’s huge tits. They were still exposed and her tight teddy pulled up to her armpits.

Tina had very small hands, but compared to these gigantic, full breasts – they seemed even smaller. Now and then Lucia shifted in her sleep and gave off a pleased sigh while Tina stroked and cuddled with her breast. It was the most sensual moment Tina had ever experienced. She smelled her fingers. They smelled of Lucia, but stronger… more!

She tried to get her fingers into her diaper for some relief of her own.

But they were much too tight. The best she could do was to rub her hand over her diaper.

At least she was able to nudge the diaper a little and the small rubber things in her holes moved a bit which felt very good!

Finally Lucia came to. She stretched out like a cat as she yawned herself awake.

”Mmm… Thank you so much sweetie! You really gave me a ride there!” she said as she gave Tina a loving look. I’ll have to repay you tomorrow.

”Yeah, I hope I didn’t cross any line or so..”, Tina replied.

”Oh no, no no! It might look pretty uncomfortable to watch. But it’s a really hot experience! But I can’t help myself, so your hand was the perfect little helper there!” Lucia told her.

”Good. I wish I could help myself also, but… these diapers are too tight!” Tina said and made an excessively sad face.

”Yeah. The drawback of my milk can be that one gets extra horny. And we can’t really get in there to get any closure unfortunately”, Lucia said.

”But, we can still kiss…”

Lucia tentatively leaned closer to Tina’s face and placed her hand softly on the back of her head. Tina held her breath as Lucia’s mouth closed in over her own.

She felt Lucia’s warm, soft lips press against hers and let her mouth be opened by the warm tongue pressing in between her lips!

Lucia slowly filled Tina’s mouth with her soft and searching tongue. Tina gave in, opened her mouth as wide as possible and played her tongue back at Lucia’s.

The two women engaged in a long, deep make out session. It was so long and heated that they didn’t stop until drool was running down their cheeks and chins!

When it finally broke off, Lucia laid herself back on the bed and gasped. She pulled Tina tightly to her sizable sideboob.

Tina was slowly rubbing her diaper-covered groin against Lucia’s hip and they laid there for hours, while the TV was murmuring in the background.

Eventually they were interrupted by the female guard with the long braid and the cute nose from the morning.

”Alright girls! It’s bedtime! Lay down and spread ‘em!” she demanded with a soft smile.

She was carrying her flowery pink bag over her shoulder.

Both Tina and Lucia were already lying down but spread their legs. The bed wasn’t wide enough for that, so their legs got crossed.

”One at a time please..”, the guard said with a playful frown.

Lucia got out of the bed and went to sit on one of the large, bluish bean bags in the cell instead.

The guard turned her attention to Tina and undid her diaper. Every nudge or movement of the diaper caressed her wanting pussy inside and she had to bite her lower lip to not squeak as the guard lady opened it up. The tug from the rubber tubes in her holes was very prominent as they were pulled out along with the removal of her diaper.

But Tina could not hold it in anymore as the guard’s swift fingers began wiping her pussy with a cloth! Tina pressed her head back in the pillow and held both her hands against her mouth. Even so, her muffled shriek did not go unnoticed.

”I see we have someone who’s on the edge, eh?” the guard said teasingly and rubbed Tina some more. She seemed to be enjoying tormenting the petite girl on the bed.

”Sorry, but that’s not why I’m here”, she said abruptly and took out a fresh diaper.

But again Tina felt her nimble fingers as she smeared some oil over her mound and massaged it into her yearning slit. Tina felt her legs vibrating from tension…

And she again tried to contain her squealing as the two probes were pushed into her when the guard closed her diaper and locked it shut.

Tina felt dizzy as she left the bed to make room for Lucia.

The guard did the same changing procedure with Lucia. Although she hummed satisfyingly, Lucia had already gotten release and took the diaper change with much more calmness.

The guard packed up her things, ”See you in the morning!” she chirped as she left the cell and locked it behind her.

”Come her my love”, Lucia beckoned in a bedroom voice.

Tina came over and laid down beside her.

”You haven’t eaten in a long time, and my boobs are aching”, she said and pulled her teddy up. Again revealing her massive breasts.

She gently pushed Tina down into the bed and positioned herself. Lucia lifted her big, heavy tit towards Tina’s face. Tina instinctively opened her mouth and got the stiff, leaking nipple shoved in.

Lucia let out a soft groan as Tina could feel the milk squirting into her mouth.

Her one arm was pinned down under the weight of Lucia’s well rounded body, but the other one she used to grip and pull at the breast in her mouth.

Tina noticed that she could increase the amount from each squirt by pushing and grabbing at the breast. This also seemed to increase Lucia’s pleasure as she went on.

Tina was in seventh heaven! Lucia had her one leg over Tina’s hips. It was an amazing feeling, being stuck in this fleshy, hot vice. Having no choice but to swallow all the milk flowing into her mouth!

But there was an annoying, niggling feeling.

Tina really had to pee!

She’d felt it earlier, but brushed it off since it was so nice to cuddle beside Lucia in the bed.

But she hadn’t peed all day, and considering the amounts of breast milk she’d been consuming it was no wonder that her bladder now was hard pressed.

Having Lucia’s heavy, warm thigh pressing down on her belly and crotch didn’t help either.

Tina tried to speak. But only urgent ‘Mmmph’s’ made it out from the boob that was pressed over her little lips!

Lucia seemed to understand what was going on though.

”You need to go baby?” she asked.

”Mmmh…mmmph..”, Tina tried.

”Well, you know what to do… just let it go…”, Lucia whispered comfortingly.

That’s when it dawned on Tina. She was in diapers! That’s of course where she was expected to go!

She had before, but ,,, it felt strange. It went against her instincts. But Lucia wasn’t letting her up. Tina could feel a trickle from her slit. She felt some warm drops run over her bum cheek.

‘Maybe just a little..’, she thought to herself and tried to relax just enough to let some pee out.

She had of course been holding it too long and once the floodgate opened, there was no stopping it! The first moment stunned her! She felt the force of the flow and the warm wetness spread all around her crotch! She could even hear the pee sloshing around in there!

She tried to squirm, but Lucia had her in a firm grasp and put even some more body and breast weight on the tiny vixen under her.

While her mouth was constantly filling up with sweet, warm milk, her diaper was filling up with hot, wet pee! But it was so excruciatingly pleasing that it almost felt like cumming!

Finally Tina just relaxed and let it flow out of her! It felt like all of her lower parts were bathing in hotness! Like if her whole pussy and ass had been sunk down into a steaming swamp!

And Lucia’s milk kept flowing. All Tina could do was to swallow and pee. She didn’t dare to think about how sexy she thought it all was! It was too weird! But… so very, very erotic!

With Lucia’s breast still in her mouth, Tina fell into the deepest sleep she’d had in years!

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It’s stifling hot in the apartment, Ellie thinks of a way to keep cool

Mid-summer and outside it was scorching; hottest weather in years according to the weatherman on my transistor. It was even hotter in our small apartment. The air conditioning was broken, well that’s what I had told my eighteen year old daughter Amber, and we were both nearly passing out from the heat. She looked plaintively at me and, giving her a resigned shrug I took the portable into my bedroom, shut the door and pretended to give the person on the line a really good talking to.

“It wasn’t good enough”…”haven’t you logged my calls?”…”Well can I speak to your supervisor?” and after a minute or longer I said a loud “thank you” and came out. She stood staring in wonder at me.

“They’re snowed Hon. It’s all those cheap Chinese Air Conditioning units breaking down everywhere, he says they have old people prioritized- four have had heat strokes so…?”

She looked horrified. I shrugged, sharing the helplessness she felt that these wonderful old people were dropping like flies in their apartments from the heat.

“I don’t mind waiting Mom,” she told me finally and I put my arms out for her. She came over for me to give her a motherly hug. She felt so nice in my arms, the body soft the skin so young and smooth against mine.

“Mind you we need to do something,” I started.

She watched me as I put my thinking cap on, metaphorically of course, then had an idea.

“Hey, look I know this is going to sound really childish and I know you’re a woman of the world but how about if we just have a cold shower then come out here still wet and stand on our towel maybe and I can put the fan on full bore and we can stand in front of it.

“And then have another cold shower and do it all again?” she asked with childlike wonder.

“It’s too silly, isn’t it?” I asked the resignation dripping from every word.

“No Mommy,” she exclaimed giving me a squeeze “, it’s a great idea. I’ll go and get our costumes.”

“Oh, well I was thinking we might just get bare- I’m game if you are?”

She stared at me and a look of absolute delight came over her face.

“OK, shall I turn the shower on and you do the fan?”

I pulled a face for her and then went to get the fan from my bedroom and put it on the kitchen bench facing into the lounge. Soon it was roaring away and my naked daughter came out giggling and dripping wet to stand in front of it and turn slowly as the draft and cold water combined to get her cooler. She did a turn for me and I gave her a shoulder wiggle as I was bent over to pull my shorts and motherly panties off. She grinned then threw her head back and did a model walk along, a turn then back, pouting all the way. I clapped furiously and leaned over slightly so she could see I was staring at her slit.

I wolf whistled and I got a little shoulder action from her then a shimmy as she pushed her pelvis forward. She was watching my face and suddenly it clicked that for me this wasn’t a game.

“Mom? Mom are you looking at me?”

The moment of truth; Coleen had told me about it when she had done it with her girls.

“Yes babe, I shouldn’t be looking like this but. Oh shit, you are just so beautiful like this.”

I watched her face and she tilted her head to the side an expression of curiosity on her face; she was interested. Meantime I had stripped naked and was facing her with my legs spread just a bit more than usual. Now her eyes were glued to my pussy. Not that I was surprised as unbeknownst to her I had had mine waxed and pierced.

I waited for her eyes to come back up and meet mine.

“You like?” I asked her with a big grin on my face. The grin faded as I watched her face. She wasn’t grinning anymore she was looking at me and without doubt she was looking at me. We hugged, a spontaneous action by us both, and kissed. No coy little pecks, full on the lips and her tongue sought mine. I needed a shower; I had got a whiff of my “down there” and, yeah, some soap would be helpful. So when we broke I pulled her towards the bathroom to stop her next move, well until I was a bit nicer to have her mouth and nose near.

She washed me from head to toe and did a real good job in my down there area. She got in too and turned the water from lukewarm to cold getting herself nice and wet again then made me have it all over me. We padded naked to the fan turning this way and that in the draft as we tried to ward off the effects of the heat in our apartment. Oh yeah right! We showed each other everything. I bent right over with my feet wide apart and pulled my butt cheeks apart then bent even further and pulled my pussy wide open. I could feel her breath on my skin and I wanted so much for her to touch me there. To run a finger or two down the center of my very wet cunt or poke a finger into my butt hole.

When I stood she turned away, bent right over so her face was between her legs so her cute pink butt hole and her slit were fully exposed for me. I crouched down and pulled her cheeks wider then pushed my tongue right out and licked her cunt all the way up to her clit. She clenched then relaxed moving her feet a little further apart.

It was her turn again, or mine, should I say and this time she went down on me. She was doing it so well I just relaxed and left her in charge as she fondled, probed and licked me to my first mother daughter orgasm. It was only when she was sucking my cum out that it struck me- how come she was so good at it?

“Sweetheart,” I said to the sweet little head down at my pussy.

“Uh Huh,” she replied clearly not wanting to move her lips any further from my wet pussy than she absolutely had to.

“You’re really good at this.”

“Thanks, I’ve done it a lot with Jenny” (Uh oh! One of Colleen’s daughters.) “and we did her mom a few times as well.”

I pulled her head on tight against my pussy when I heard that.

“And here was me thinking I was seducing you!”

She stood up and gave me a taste of myself as her lips touched mine.

“And a very good job of seducing me too mommy,” she said with just a hint of irony there “, but Jenny had told me all about what Colleen had done…um do you think you could flick the switch on the power board to on for the air conditioning? I mean seeing as how we haven’t got one of those cheap Chinese ones that breakdown all over the place and give old folks heat stroke.”

Now the irony was dripping off every word but she was happy.

“Well they might be…you don’t know,” I replied lamely.

“No,” she gave me the sweetest of smiles ‘, but we’re both naked now and you’re going to go down on me properly any minute now mommy so it would be nice if we could be a bit more comfortable, wouldn’t it?”

My God she was a bossy wee thing-ouch, just like my mother. She was right of course and I went through to the wash house and turned it back on. Indignantly it roared into life and before very long our apartment was nice to be in again. She was so relaxed about being nude and having sex with me. I had thought maybe a session then tears as the reality of what we had been doing hit home and how could she ever trust me again but no, happy as a lark was Amber.

She was waiting for me in the bedroom and went from cupboard to drawers pointing out my squirrel like qualities in terms of out of date clothing retention. I didn’t get it at first then it dawned on me; she was going to move in. I smiled at her as the penny dropped making sure my legs were as far apart as my elderly joints and ligaments would permit and idly just pulling my labia wide open and stretching my flaps so the focus didn’t wander too far.

My vagina can open like that drawer,” I mentioned informatively as she went through every one on the scotch dresser.

‘I’m going to move in, seeing as how we’re lovers now,” she informed me.

I put my head on the side and looked up, a delighted smile on my face.

“Are you love? I would love that. Come and have a cuddle then we can move you in before I get you off.”

It was exactly what I wanted and she slid on to the bed then lay on top of me and we kissed.

After I had got her off we went through my stuff like a dose of salts then did the same for her stuff (girls do grow at that age, don’t they?) and both our clothes fitted easily in the wardrobe and bedroom furniture. We had our first night together, naked of course and suddenly she was acting older. Perhaps I had limited her by being overly protective but whatever it was we were getting on like a house on fire. I talked with her, grown up things I would talk with my girlfriends about I discussed with her and her opinions on the various subjects were every bit as balanced and insightful as theirs.

But she was still a girl and we did impulsive zany things a woman of my age shouldn’t- like the “Do you mind if we go naked in the building.”

She did it first, just headed quietly out the door while I was on the computer then coming in stark naked (as was I) and announcing she had met the nice man next door and met his wife and Ali and Rajeshri didn’t mind if she or I went naked in the building. I felt my heart sink but forced a smile. Well she was so pleased with herself.

“It’s your turn next,” she told me in that bossy way girls have when they’re in charge.

“You need to say hello to Ali and Raj then you can knock on the next door along and tell them what we are doing, I mean about the being nude in the privacy of our landlord’s building.”

She could be quite dry at times.

I hadn’t met the neighbors but I felt obliged to do as I was bid and after a little attention to my hair and make-up I went out our door and down to theirs. The door was opened almost immediately by Ali who stood stark naked in his doorway, his penis showing definite signs of interest.

“Come in. You must be Amber’s mom?” he said moving aside and pulling the door wider in invitation. I smiled for him and brushed my fingers over his cock as I walked past him. He in turn planted a hand on my left butt cheek and squeezed. His wife was in their bedroom doing her make-up and she came out naked too. Shaved, as was their culture and with full orb like breasts that jiggled as she walked towards me.

“You’re daughter came to our door completely nekkid. It is very naughty I think here but she is so beautiful we were so taken with her. She ask if it is all right she be nekkid out there and, what we say? No? A sweet darling girl like that? No we say sure, is fine, you wear no clothes and you are welcome in our home with the no clotheses on.

“Then just now when she go and to get you we think, thoughts of the bedroom, yes, and just before you got here we have taken off our clothes. It feels so good and excuse me you too have a beautiful body I apologize for not telling you first when you come in our home. Such beautiful jewelry at your pussy, may I look closer?”

I smiled graciously spreading my feet with practiced ease. Sure enough once down there her hands went round my hip, her fingers on my butt cheeks and her tongue found my clit. Although I guess to be fair that wouldn’t have been all that hard. As I watched her down there, enjoyed her more like it, Ali moved close his erect tip quivering as he looked at me with an expression of pure lust.

“Would you like to fuck me Ali?” I asked teasingly sticking my tits out at him.

Rajeshri stood up at that to embrace and kiss me.

“I want my fun too husband. I know how to please a woman as well as I can please a man,” she told him then turned to me put her hands on my cheeks and put my face in position for her to kiss me. Her tongue flicked mine. Light quick flicks then opened as mine pushed forward and she closed her lips on my tongue and sucked hard.

Then, as decisively as she had started she backed away her hands on my shoulders.

“We get your beautiful daughter beautiful mother? You Americans teach your daughters so late, so many years wasted being little girls.”

I smiled graciously, conceding the point and feeling no need to mention that I was eighteen when my brother finally fucked me and only after a sustained period of begging and imploring from me. We went naked of course, Rajeshri and I, to get Amber. No one appeared in the hallway, to my intense disappointment, and Amber, of course, was only too pleased to go with us.

“You watch us you naughty husband my asshole and my pussy ( she pronounced it “poocee”) will welcome your nice big penis.”

We had a three way until Ali was looking past ready to come then Rajeshri turned to Ali, went down on his shaft a few times and bent over for him to choose which hole. He slid it in her pussy a few times as she moaned with pleasure then slid it in her ass. I t went in surprisingly easily so I assumed it was a family favorite. Amber and I lay on the floor in a sixty nine and tried to race each other to five.

She won, my tongue and I, are pleased to inform you and we lay there with our faces resting in the others’ wet snatch as Ali pounded Rajeshri’s asshole.

My God he was good then, just as he was about to come, he slid it back up her cunt, gave her two more really deep thrusts and came inside her. She had collapsed to the floor with Ali on top of her his cock still inside her. As we got up to leave she blew us a kiss and Ali gave us a smile- we both smiled back.

Back in our apartment we held our breath as I closed the door and locked it then we gasped and giggled. We couldn’t stop, they had been so funny with the accent and the way he had looked. I mentioned that and Amber went a bit quiet on it.

We would have liked to stay but they had just had a husband and wife moment so we went back to the apartment and had a quick cold shower together. I loved being nude and I loved showing off but we had to work out a better approach.

Or maybe not. Any how we tarted each other up with slutty make-up, hair pulled up and bodies freshly oiled in search of another door to knock on. We were at the end of the corridor so the next was either straight across or the one past Rajeshri and Ali’s. We went past Rajeshri and Ali’s to knock on the door. It opened and a middle aged lady in a shift peered at us.

“Oh hi,” I said confidently, “We’re your neighbors from two doors down.”

I put my hand out for her and she had to come out in the light. Maybe she had one of the cheap Chinese air-cons because she was covered in sweat.

“You’re naked,” she told us after taking some little time to weigh up the evidence.

‘Yes,” Amber agreed making sure she was in the light “, mom talked me into it but I love it. You don’t mind do you?”

I could see her mind working. It didn’t take long then it was,

“No, oh no not at all.”

“Strip off,” Amber ordered her and as the woman stood dumb founded before us Amber took hold of the bottom of the shift and pulled it up past her dangling breasts and surprisingly hairless snatch for the woman to finish off by pulling it off over her head.

“You’re naked,” I told her and for some reason we all found that enormously funny and stood laughing our heads off.

The noise disturbed the people across the hall, a young couple with her expecting their first just a month or so away. Anton opened the door to tell us to keep the noise down and got an eye full.

“We’re having a heatwave nudist convention,” my freshly naked neighbor informed him, making sure her assets were being shown to best advantage. As he stood gawping at her she pulled her right nipple out and shook it.

“Well?” Amber demanded and obediently he stripped off for us.

He was a bit skinny I guess but his cock wasn’t too bad and almost before his shorts were off Janice (our neighbor) was crouched in front of him with her lips slipped over it bobbing up and down as she took him all the way in.

“What is it honey?” I heard from the bedroom.

“It’s a few of the neighbors honey,” he replied with his hands on Janice’s head as he pressed her face in to his tummy.

“Come on out Lilly,” I called and a few seconds later she appeared, all stomach and boobs.

Amber and I went in for her and had to drag her out where she saw Janice giving her Anton a blow job. Competitive girl that she was Lilly’s top was soon off and, naked, she got on her knees to reclaim the penis. He slapped her.

“Share bitch!” he snapped at her and she opened her mouth to let him take it out and put it in Janice’s mouth. He was fair and regularly slapped both of them as he chose on a whim who’s mouth was getting his cock until he was ready to come. They both had their mouths wide open and he sprayed one stream on Lily’s tongue (and face) another on Janice’s tongue- she closed her mouth on his cock and opened after to show us all the cum she had then it went back in Lilly’s mouth to be cleaned off.

Ali and Rajeshri’s door opened behind us. In front of us Lilly and Janice lay on their backs for Amber and me to lick them off. I had fantasized about blowing a pregnant woman and I had her lips spread with the hair out of the way in no time while I licked and sucked on her and toyed with her hairy asshole. My butt was up in the air and sure enough I felt Rajeshri’s fingers fluttering at my pussy and butt hole. As I was enjoying that I felt the wonderful sensation feel of cold lube being inserted in my ass hole and shuffled to get my knees just that little bit further apart.

Ali went straight for my back door (bless him) and I relaxed back there so he was able to ease his lovely big cock all the way to the hilt. Then he stopped and irritated me by playing with my tits. I heard a smack from behind me then he started and Rajeshri giggled. God he was good, plunging all the way in, pausing then all the way out and pushing it into my closing ass hole and all the way in again. My hand was buried in my cunt as I worked my clit to get myself off while the best butt fuck I had ever had was taking place in the hole next door.

Next to me Amber was getting fucked, in her pussy, by Anton- who had been given permission by Lilly-and was groaning like a champion. I saw Rajeshri fiddle with her (Amber’s) ass hole and the lube being squirted then his cock was lined up on my sweet daughters virgin ass hole. We shared a grin down on the floor and I watched her face as he worked his way in. He wasn’t as good as Ali (who would have been after all?) but she had that contented look on her face and he slid it in and out as she too frigged herself and, like me collapsed in a heap with our partner laying on us still as they pounded our asses.

Finally it was over and we lay in a sprawl of lovemaking bodies on the corridor green floral carpet. Which is what the security video showed. Our landlord, who could see a money spinner as well as the next man told us of the footage and we all agreed on sharing the proceeds.

Lilly just loved anal, never having had it before, and what with Anton paying close attention to his mentor in the craft Ali he had improved out of sight so it didn’t really matter who fucked us, they were both great and if neither was there my Peter North Custom cock and Rajeshri’s Ron Jeremy butt blaster were there as back up.

It’s gotten to be very cozy and Amber mentioned that there are people living on the other side of the elevator. Of course it’s a lot cooler now anyway plus the landlord went through checking everyone’s air conditioning unit, except, strangely enough, ours.

Funny that.

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I made this for contest.

Gwagogoo! – Teen Titans lemon for Tank Cop’s contest.

Raven gave a cough as she shivered on a bed under a huge blanket. A thermometer flew from her mouth to her eyelevel from her command.

“Hmmm, I’m not ill acoarding to this.” she thought as the sheet she was laying under, suddenly hovered up.

Raven looked to both of her sides and her clothes flew at her and dressed her.

“Just a little cough won’t be holding me back.” she said to herself.

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Beast Boy was eating some steak, when Raven came from her room.

“What happened to you, it’s like you’ve risen from under a boat.” he joked.
“Piss of moron, I’m not in the mood.” she hissed back at him back.

Beast Boy gave a shrug and returned to his meal. There was silence in the air.

“I’m sorry I snapped at you. I’m not feeling very well.” Raven finally sighed.

Beast Boy stopped eating.

“Is it affecting your powers?” he asked.
“Well, not yet atleast. I was able to use my powers really well awhile ago.” Raven replied.
“You know, if there’s anything wrong, you probably should stay behind. Especially, since Starfire already was put out of comission for awhile, because of Mr. Freeze.” Beast Boy said.
“Oh, just saying his name gives me frost bites.” Raven shivered.

TWO DAYS AGO…

A powerful Super Villain named Mr. Freeze, who had decided to transform the entire earth into an ice cube had just shot Starfire with his ‘Icicle Shot’, making her change into a solid ice statue.

“Starfire!” Raven had screamed as she turned around, only to get shot shortly after aswell.

If this wouldn’t have been counted in Robin’s plan, they would all be frozen along with the entire world.

THIS DAY…

Raven drank some tea and relaxed a little in a chair.

“So where are everybody else?” she finally asked.
“They’re trying to find a way to stop Mr.Freeze once and for all.

Raven gurgled, forcing her to spit and making huge trail of tea fly from her mouth as she dropped her mug in a pure shock.

“What?! I thought you guys defeated him!!” she hissed.
“Calm down, we did…Kinda…. Well, we destroyed his Ice barrier, but we were only able to get you and Starfire away.” he replied.
“You mean, the city is still threatened and you didn’t even tell me?!?!” Raven exclaimed.
“Well, it’s not really threatened anymore, technically speaking as Robin said. We didn’t wanna brother you.” Beast Boy answered.

Raven nearly wanted to scream. No one had told her. Was she rendered useless in their eyes?

“Okay. Fine. I don’t care anymore.” she snapped.
“Care about what?” Beast Boy asked.
“Anything! I don’t care about anything anymore!” she yelled at him.

Beast Boy raised up and backed a little.

“No need to get upset now Raven.” he said.
“Who’s getting UPset?” she exclaimed.

Suddenly, with her powers she raised Beast Boy high into the air.

“Hey, let me go!!” he screamed.
“I could destroy you all easily like bunch of flies! I should be the leader of the groub!!! How can you even think of tackling that villain, without even asking me if I’d want to take part in it??!” she yelled at him.

Suddenly, Raven threw Beast Boy against the wall and let him drop to the floor.

“That hurt Raven!” he exclaimed.

Raven threw Beast Boy again against the wall, this time harder.

AT REST OF THE HEROES…

“I’ve figured out why Starfire punched you earlier Cyborg.” Robin said, raising his goggles from his mask.
“What’s that?” Cyborg asked.
“When Mr. Freeze shot the ‘Icicle Shot’ it affected Starfire somehow. She’s more aggressive, angry and even hostile. Why this is so, it’s not as important as finding out how to stop it.” Robin explained.
“Oh my God….Raven was shot too.” Cyborg exclaimed.

Long silence passed between the two.

“You go to her. I’ll try and make up some tests to see if I can revert the effects.” Robin finally stated.

BACK AT RAVEN AND BEAST BOY…

Raven made Beast Boy circle around air, while a knife flew into her hand’s grib.

“Do you admit, I’m the strongest?” she screamed.
“Yes! I admit, you are stronger than anyone of us! Stronger than any of us combined!!” Beast Boy yelled.

Raven lowered Beast Boy gently.

“Good.” she said, putting the knife on the table.

Beast Boy coughed a little. Raven had certainly caught him off guard. And even if she wouldn’t have, he wasn’t comfortable about using his powers against his friend.

Raven gave a yawn and began to sit, when one chair flew under her just in time.

“I am real happy to hear that. So, can I get my hands onto Mr. Freeze?” she asked.
“Umm… We…We have to talk to others first too, you know…” Beast Boy started to protest.

Raven gave a spit to the floor.

“Fine, if they think they can stop me, they are welcome to try.” she stated.

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Cyborg was moving towards the room, where Beast Boy and Raven were at, when suddenly a piece from wall was ripped and rolled around him.

“R-Raven?” he asked.

There was no answer.

He began to try to struggle away, but suddenly more pieces of the wall were ripped and tied around him making it impossible for him to move at all.

Soon, he saw Raven walking towards him.

“Raven, stop this madness at once!” he yelled at her.
“Madness? Madness?? The teams greatest member is left aside, THAT is madness!” Raven screamed.
“No, you see i-” Cyborg started to explain, when some duct tape covered his mouth.
“You also talk too much.” Raven replied and turned to walk back into the room where Beast Boy was.

Without him wanting to, Cyborg noticed himself following her.

“Well, I’ve taken two Titans out alone and I’ve not even breaken sweat.” Raven joked as she made Cyborg fly on the couch next to Beast Boy, who was tied and gagged too.

She gave a cough and covered her mouth with her hand.

“So, all I need to do is to take Robin and Starfire out and then I’m without any doubt, the strongest, right?” Raven asked out loud, though she didn’t even excpect an answer.
“Raven!” a shout suddenly came.

Raven turned to direction of voice and there stood Starfire and Robin.

“Is it the same thing that made me attack Cyborg?” Starfire asked.
“Yes and the treatment must be the same.” Robin answered.

Starfire blushed slightly. Raven was somewhat confused by her reaction.

“Well, you seem to talk about things like fighting for what one believes as sickness.” she finally said, getting into a small fighting stance.

Raven raised Robin into the air. Suddenly however, Robin dropped back to his feet.

“What?!?” Raven exclaimed.
“I put on my gravitation belt. You can’t move me.” Robin responded.
“Damn you! There’s more ways for me to defeat you two than just slamming you into something!” Raven screamed.
“You forget something important.” Robin stated.
“What’s that?” Raven questioned.
“We work as a Team.” he calmly responded.

Raven gasbed. She had gotten distracted and Starfire was no longer on the side of Robin. When she turned around, she was hit by Starfires energy blast, making her fly backwards and roll on ground awhile.

“Damn you…I’ll kill you….I’ll kill you all!!!!!!!” Raven screamed. The attack had eaten most of her strength though, she was hardly able to move a small item. She tried to get up, only falling again. Some spit was thrown from her mouth as she cursed “I shall tease you all to death one by one!!!”

Suddenly Starfire took hold of Raven.

“Is it really the only cure?” Starfire asked.
“The only way is by constant heating from body part, such as hand, striking at the infected area.” Robin explained.
“But Raven was shot into her butt, not where I was.” Starfire reminded.
“That makes no diffrence. We must make the treatment immediattly.” Robin nearly shouted.

Suddenly Raven realized what was about to happen.

She was going to be spanked by Robin.

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Raven felt as Starfire pulled her panties down, exposing her pale white butt cheeks.

“God, no! I’m so embarassed!” Raven whimpered.

Suddenly, Robin slapped her left butt cheek. He then slapped right one. And again. And again. Raven tried to scream, with a few tears falling down her eyes, but Starfire put two of her fingers into Raven’s mouth, blocking her ability to speak, much less scream.

“Oh God no… If this keeps up, I’ll…I’ll get aroused.” Raven thought to herself.

Robin again raised his hand and spanked hard on the ass of Raven, coloring the cheeks with red color from the impacts. She tried to refuse her feeling of actually beginning to enjoy this.

Suddenly, something, which suprised near everyone in the room happened.

It started out as small enough to be confused with a clitoris. But the more Robin spanked, the bigger it grew. It was a dick and it was long enough to put any black man to shame.

“Holy shit!! Holy shit!!!” Starfire gasped as she stared at the humongous sized genital.
“It seems Raven really was mysterious for a reason.” Robin said in amazement.

Robin stopped for one second.

“Let the other ones free, I think Raven is now normal.” he calmly stated.

Raven bowed her head in embarassment as she blushed slightly.

“Oh God, I’m sorry for what I did….But….Now you know my darkest secret. I’ve….I’ve always kept it secret from everyone, because I knew…. I knew I’d be forever hated without second thoughts if I’d tell it…” she whimpered, trying to avoid looking at anyone.
“Raven…” Starfire quietly replied to this cry of self disgust.

Suddenly without a warning, Starfire leaned and gave a kiss to Raven. Raven was confused at first, but then returned the kiss, adding some tongue to it. Starfire returned this gesture, by moving her hand over Raven’s all erect cock and gently running her finger on it’s tip, teasing it.

At the same time, the guys began to loosen their clothes.

“Hey, I thought she’d return to normal by now.” Beast Boy proclaimed.
“She is! She’s doing this on her free will!” Cyborg said, giving a sigh.
“Oh. OH!! WHOOOAH!!” Beast Boy yelled, as he finally took off his underwear, making his erect dick jump into sight.

Robin moved next to the ladies, rubbing the butts of both, giving them slap each. Starfires screams were muffled, when Raven was tongue kissing her passionately.

Cyborg and Beast Boy, all erect and stroking their cocks got behind the ladies, Beast Boy behind Raven and Cyborg behind Starfire.

Raven smiled and looked behind her, giving a nod. Upon hearing this gesture to move on, Beast Boy slowly inserted his erect dick into Raven’s waiting ass. Raven moaned a little as the length began to go into her ass.

Raven moved her another hand to stroke her own cock, which she rubbed against Starfire’s pussy, before spreading her legs and inserting the dick into it. Starfire screamed as she was for the first time fucked. The pain was humongous, but she withstood it and soon, it began to pass away from the pleasure. Some blood drippled down Starfires inner thighs, coming from her pussy, but the hardest part was now over.

Starfire was still so lost in the pleasure, confusion and experiencing this new feeling, that she didn’t even notice Cyborg inserting his erect dick into her butt, before he started entering, thrusting in and out in pumping motion slowly, making her scream with a voice, which mixed both pleasure and pain into an erotic sounding soup.

As the ladies were enjoying themselves, they noted yet another cock in sight. It wasn’t as big as many others in the present, but it was hard as a rock and belonged to the ‘Boy Wonder’. Raven giggled and moved her hand to stroke Robin’s cock. She then began to lick at the Robin’s cock’s length and the tip, taking it into her mouth. Starfire too leaned towards the dick, but instead began to suck on Robin’s balls and massage it’s lower half.

So this erotic foursome began moving, each beginning to pump into each other. Each time Beast Boy thrusted himself into the anus of Raven, she moved a little into Starfire’s cunt, making her back more into cock of Cyborg, as the girls were sucking and jerking Robin. All this time, the guys were kissing the girls neck, back and licking behind their ears, gently caressing and rubbing them all the time, making them relax as much as possible while the act was taking place. While Cyborg was gently rubbing Starfires butt cheeks, Beast Boy on other hand was spanking the cheeks of Raven making them glow even more in the faimiliar red color. It was an amazing, yet erotic sight.

Suddenly Raven squeezed her eyes as she felt Robins cum shoot into her mouth and hit the back of her throat. She pulled her mouth away and leaned towards Starfire, giving her a passionate kiss and sharing some of the cum with her.

Then something caught Raven’s attention. She could feel the cock of Beast Boy escape from her ass and the expression of Starfire spoke that Cyborg had done the same.

But they didn’t have to miss the dicks long, as the guys stood up on them, jerking their dicks.

Raven and Starfire leaned their heads backwards and began to lick on the guys balls and massage their big erect cocks. Both guys were grunting as they could feel their orgasmes closing in.

Just then, Raven remembered that she still had her own penis in Starfires cunt. Giving a grin, she began to pump again, except harder this time into the pussy of Starfire, making Starfire moan a little. The very moan was final straw and Cyborg grunted and shot his load of sperm, which flew a little in air, before it landed, with some landing on Ravens face and some on her stomach.

Raven licked her lips and gathered the cum from her face and stomach, then bringing the hand to her mouth, drinking each and every drop of the sperm.

The girls then saw one more dick left up standing. Beast Boy’s. The two girls looked at each other, giggling a little.

“Come on, big boy.” Raven teasingly said.

Beast Boy climbed in middle of both of the women, getting a good view of Raven pumping into Starfire’s cunt. He grinned and began to jerk himself off, watching them do it.

“Why don’t you give a try to my pussy too?” Raven suddenly asked.
“What, you’ve got a pussy too?” Beast Boy asked, suprised.
“Of course. I’m a hermaphrodite, not a she male.” Raven stated, spreading her pussy a little with her finger, like as to prove her words.

Beast Boy raised up and jerked his erect cock. Raven followed his walk with her eyes as he went behind Raven and began to insert himself into Raven’s wet pussy.

Raven gave a moan of pleasure as she moved her hands along the sides of Starfire, beginning to pump into her slow and hard.

The three were moving in a synchronized movement, each one thrusting at other one, each trying to get maximum ammount of pleasure.

“Oh God, I’m gonna cum….It…It’s going to be a big one!” Raven moaned as her pussy juices were drenching her feet and Beast Boy’s cock.

Finally, the three came at nearly exactly the same time, with an eerie scream of joy, as both of the cocks filled both of the pussies with tons of hot cum.

Beast Boy slipped off from Raven. Some sperm drippled down from Raven’s pussy.

Raven leaned towards Starfire and gave her a sweet kiss on the lips.

“Am…Am I going to become pregnant now?” Starfire finally dared to ask.

Raven pondered for one moment.

“If I say yes, does it mean we can do this more often?” she replied with a smile.

THE END

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Allison is trying to gossip about two women in the cafe she is sure are lesbians and is shut down by her companion. Attempting to leave (flee) she trips and these L E S B I A N S come to her aid.

Allison was watching the girls at the table two across from hers and Ginny’s. Not blatantly of course, no just the most innocent of glances so they wouldn’t know they were under discreet observation. They were lesbians- she was sure of it.

She leaned forward bringing her cup to her lips.

“Ooh,” she protested elegantly, “hot. Those two-no, don’t look- just over there, two tables away on your left.”

“What of them,” Ginny asked bracing herself for another of her friend’s character assessments on total strangers.

“Lesbians,” Allison declared with quiet certainty.

She put her cup back on its saucer and reached for her cake fork to carve off a portion of her peach and mango muffin. She was calmly chewing on this when her companion replied.

“Why do you do this Ally?”

Allison’s face fell as she realized she was being told off. She didn’t mean anything by it; it wasn’t as if she was being hurtful to someone they knew- that would be different but these girls were total strangers so what was the harm in that.

“Do what?” she demanded the blink giving her away.

“Make these judgments on total strangers. How do you know they aren’t aware you have been looking at them? You’ve been pretty obvious to me and if they are lesbians they’ll be tuned in to picking people observing them, won’t they?”

“I guess,” God she wished she would stop. When Ginny got on her high horse about things she stopped being any fun at all.

“How do you think they feel about what you were doing? How would you like to be in love with another woman and know where ever you are some one will be sitting in judgement when you are with the only person in the world who makes everything OK?”

“Oh look I didn’t mean anything. I was just looking. See? I’ll stop looking now and they can carry on in their innocent lesbian existence.”

“I noticed them when I came in- I know them.”

“You know them? Why didn’t you say?”

“You didn’t know them so why should I have said anything?”

“You know something? This is making me feel very uncomfortable Ginny; I think I’d like to go.”

She took a final sip of her coffee placed the cake fork she had been fiddling with neatly on the plate and rose from her chair with her face turned away so Ginny wouldn’t see that her eyes were brimming. In avoiding her friend she had turned to face the blonde lesbian and their eyes met. The blonde smiled, she actually smiled and Allison forced a fake smile to her lips then quickly looked away.

She had been terribly rude leaving Ginny so abruptly but she had to get away- she just had to. Her concentration lapsed and still thinking of the horror of that, that Lesbian actually smiling at her- she hoped to goodness it wasn’t contagious- her right foot caught on a chair leg and she fell flat on her face.

There was a great gasp with chairs scraping as their occupiers turned to look at her then there was a leg right beside her it bent and a woman’s hands were on her helping her up. It was the other one.

” Here, sit on this chair for a few seconds at least,” the lesbian ordered and responding to the concern in her voice Allison sat in the chair the blonde one had pulled out for her.

She spoke.

“It can be a real shock to the system a fall like that,” she reached over and placed her hand firmly over Allison’s.

“Oh no doubt on that score,” her friend confirmed emphatically, “no doubt at all. Now Ma’am just stop and go over your joints, any pain which might suggest a break or a sprain?”

“Oh, um, no I don’t feel anything like that; I just feel rather foolish not watching where I was going and walking into that chair and having everyone stare at me.”

“We’re quite used to it.”

Was it Allison’s imagination or did she pause then?

“Tina! This lady doesn’t need to hear our problems, does she?” the blonde one said in a low but determined voice.

“Sorry, no, you’re right Lee.”

She had to get out of there.

“Well I’m good to go, thank you for your kindness but I’ll just be on my way.”

“You’re sure? A few more minutes wouldn’t hurt… you really do look a bit pale?”

“No, I’m fine, I’ll just be on my way.”

“Well OK then, it was nice meeting you,” the brunette told her while the blonde looked at her with a frown.

She wasn’t OK at all. On the third step she fainted. When she came round she was in a bed in an ambulance or something. The lesbians were with her; one was sitting on a plastic chair by her head and the other had her butt parked on the edge of the bed.

Her head was spinning.

“Be a good girl and close your eyes,” the brunette ordered. It was an order but the caring shone through and Allison closed her eyes, curled up and fell asleep.

They watched her as she slept. Ginny had come over when she fainted and went through Allison’s hand bag, sort of doing an inventory check. She had explained about her friend who might have been surprised at how nicely she was described after the telling off she had just had.

She was in a cot in the back of the girls’ Mercedes Benz Hi Roof van. It was what they did, not wait for prejudiced middle aged ladies to faint in cafes but to provide basic care for their cases who ranged from mothers with young children through to the elderly. Their clients paid very little but there was an active “friends of the girls” Group which supported them financially and they in turn did everything they could on the cheap. In fact a nice coffee once or twice a week was about their only reckless expenditure.

Tina had taken Allison’s blood pressure and, in keeping with her pallid complexion it was dangerously low and as well as that she was clearly anemic. There was no way she was going to be able to fend for herself so that decision was made for her- she would stay with them.

Allison meantime was in a deep sleep so that when they drove her home to their place it felt like when she had been snuggled in with her sisters in the back of their dad’s old Chevy on a drive to the batch and she had smiled in her sleep imagining Denise poking her with her elbow because she was taking up too much room.

Their place was a rambling dwelling on the outskirts of town which was leased to them at the princely sum of One Dollar per week. It was called The Haven. As well as being rambling it was also in constant need of repair which the “Friends of…” members did with pleasure. In fact when the Van pulled up four women, in overalls and scarves, whom Allison, had she been awake would immediately have picked as lesbians were working on the bedrooms.

They stopped what they were doing to go and see who the girls had picked up this time. Tina put her finger to her lips as she got out and they backed away a little holding their breath in reverent silence. A real ambulance would have had one of those gurneys with the wheels that drop down so determined and photogenic nurses or paramedics can wheel them to theater holding bottles of saline solution and shouting bewildering vital signs and loved ones can look on anxiously.

The girls, sadly, lacked even a stretcher and so Allison would have to be lifted and that because she looked so sweet fast asleep would most likely mean she would wake up. Tina, ex US Army Nurse was the powerhouse. It was a well practiced routine; Lee folded the bed clothes back then Tina did her lift, brought the weight known as Allison up and into her chest then carried her inside to where ever.

Sure enough as she was lifted the eyes fluttered open and Allison frowned as she tried to work out where she was.

“Take her through to the parlor Sweetie,” Deborah who was on the executive of “the friends” and had been on the working bee instructed simply taking control which is what she did.

She knew Allison; their families had had a lot to do with each other when they were girls and even though she hadn’t seen her in years she recognized her immediately.

There were only couches in the lounge, four of them in fact on the very good reasoning “who would want to sit on her own.”

Allison was lain on a slightly shabby but very comfortable one with her head held up briefly so a fluffy pillow could be slipped on to the arm rest before her head was allowed to settle in.

“Where am I?” she asked trying to get her bearings.

“Allison, it’s Debbie. You fainted at the coffee lounge and the girls have brought you back here to The Haven. Your blood pressure was practically non existent you naughty girl and your anemic as well. What have you been up to you naughty girl?”

She was nine again and twelve year old Debbie had all the girls organized. Oh she missed that. It was so good to hear that bossy girl’s voice again and she beamed with pleasure as she rolled her head over to see her.

It wasn’t hard because the bossy girl had parked herself on the couch and taken Allison’s hands in hers. She even leaned over and kissed her. Allison kissed her back and wished she wasn’t so jolly inhibited. The room was full of women and she had an uneasy feeling they were all L e s b i a n s as well. That meant, she realized, that Debbie was one too.

“We might call it quits for today,” Debbie told the rest,” Allison sure won’t need any banging or your cursing Meagan so we’ll pack up and head away.”

Meagan, who adored Debbie, like all the others, poked her tongue at her,It was their little joke- Meagan never swore no matter what the provocation. Allison felt her heart sink as the workers got ready to make tracks. She had just met Debbie again after all these years and it would have been so good to have a catch-up with her.

It was how her life ran though and she shrugged in acceptance of the inevitable bad news. In any case Lee was helping her off the couch so she could use the bathroom and she was so nice.

She wasn’t Debbie though and Allison still felt numb as she went through to ‘use the facilities.’ Then the phone rang and one of their regulars needed urgent attention so Tina and Lee had to be on their way. She felt a part of it now and her eyes rimmed as looked with such pride at the two women in their early thirties who the rest of them called the girls and on whom they doted with unconcealed affection. Lee held her on her way back to the parlor.

“We have to go doll, Debbie’s going to look after you while we’re gone. Don’t worry you just need some red meat in you to fatten you up and you’ll be good as gold.”

Then she kissed her on the cheek and the older lady burst into tears. It was just something one didn’t do: allow ones emotions to be on display like that. Yet they were and absolutely no one minded at all.

“Come on through to the kitchen Hon,” Debbie called to her and Allison followed the sound of her voice.

Apparently half a dozen ravenous lumberjacks were joining them for dinner she thought as Debbie sliced potatoes to make wedges and thawed three very large steaks commenting “One for me” as she looked pointedly at her. Allison could feel herself blush and at that point in time after a lifetime of denying it she finally accepted she had a crush on Debbie.

She couldn’t just sit there and do nothing so she found what she needed in the pantry to make the seasoning for the wedges then made a Diane Sauce for the steaks. The two of them sat together at the small table in the kitchen.

“Eat.” Debbie had told her when they sat down.

Allison had never eaten as much food as that in her entire life and when she finished she did feel bloated but she was allowed to talk then so she really didn’t notice because she was busy chatting with Debbie. Catching up they decided to call it and had it been possible to put more hours into the day Allison would have done just that.

Her mother, a religious woman had subscribed to the theory that a woman sins before God when she is vain and clearly holding the opinion that one is pretty or beautiful is the sin of vanity. Now beauty might well be in the eye of the beholder but how close one is to that state can be told truthfully or dishonestly and, no doubt for her daughter’s moral well being, that lady chose to tell her that she was of no more than average looks so could count herself lucky if a presentable suitor would give her a second glance.

In fact she was a beauty but so beaten up that she thought of herself as this merely average girl and accepted the role of minding her parents as they grew old firstly because she loved them and second because she felt she had no other options.

Now Debbie, who had always thought Allison to be a stunner, was sitting with her after all these years. She had hated Allison’s mother because of the mind games she had played with her and had little time for the father knowing they had conned her into being a free care giver for it was unthinkable that the girl should expect to be paid for doing her duty towards her parents.

Allison had Ginny from her school days as a friend and that was all. She was desperately lonely but too unsure of herself to strike up friendships and so had become catty about strangers creating reasons why she wouldn’t want to get to know them.

“Do you want to sit on my lap Ally?” Debbie asked absolutely out of the blue.

Seconds later as soon as Debbie had pushed her chair back from the table to give her room Allison was sitting on her lap. She weighed nothing and Debbie pressed her to her breast as you would a small child.

The conversation stopped completely with Allison in Seventh Heaven where she was. Sleep was the last thing she wanted but with a full tummy, warm and still quite fatigued as well as under strength she couldn’t keep her eyes open so she was soon sleeping contentedly with her head resting on Debbie’s shoulder.

Debbie kept her there enjoying her. It takes two to tango and Debbie had some history of her own. She had married, had a career of her own and done rather well but she had never been contentedly happy. Being with Ally had brought this home to her and she now had cause to consider what she was doing with her life as well.

In the end she carried her back to her bed and tucked her in- still in her clothes. She looked hard at this woman she had admired for such a long time then simply leaned over and kissed her on the cheek. Her mind was in a spin but she was so tired she had to get to sleep.

The girls hadn’t returned so she would have to mind Ally and she went to sleep with a smile thinking of a childish play on the words ‘mind Ally’, no she wouldn’t mind Ally at all. Not one bit.

Some time in the wee small hours Allison wet the bed. She was in such a deep sleep she didn’t notice when she was having her accident but she certainly did when she woke up just after five O’clock. It couldn’t be she agonized in tears.

Many years before when she was nine she had wet the bed and her mother had been livid. She had humiliated the hopeless girl in front of her sisters and beaten her with her closed fists as Allison had cowered in terror. She had never forgotten it and had always tried to be aware of needing to go every night of her life since and it had sent her deeper into her solitary little cave.

Now she felt humiliated again. What would Debbie think of her now? Wetting the bed at her age! She lay in the horrid wetness too scared to tell Debbie and dreading what she would say to her when she did find out.

Debbie heard her having woken herself at just after four thirty. There were low light cameras and microphones in each of the rooms so that the person could sleep or rest thinking she was in private but if anything happened they could be attended to straight away. What Debbie heard was that Ally’s breathing had changed from sleeping to waking and on the screen she saw that Ally was very upset. Only one reason for that: an accident.

The girls were back and she buzzed them.

“Hi Debs,” she heard Tina say.

“Hi love, Ally’s had a little accident I think.”

“Good way to start the day,” Tina commented amused and meaning for them. They all knew Ally would be terribly upset.

Debbie went in to Ally’s room without knocking.

“Come on,” she said patiently, “we need to get you in the shower.”

The forlorn teary eyes stared up at her from just over the covers. When Debbie pulled the covers down the jaw was trembling and then the sobbing began.

“Its nothing doll. Fucking nothing! now give me your arm and we’ll get you all clean and lovely again.”

They slowly made their way to the bathroom where Debbie made her do what she could on the lavatory and then undressed her when she had flushed. She studied her once she was undressed she was gaunt. Her normal build had been slender and she had never run to fat.

“Now just hold onto the bar there and I’ll used the sponge to give you a good clean. You’re not the first and you sure as anything wont be the last.”

Allison stood feeling cheered. She was wet but in a shower wet not lying in her own pee wet and Debbie had just everything under control. Being seen naked wasn’t as terrifying as she had thought and after a minute or so she managed to relax.

Seeing it Debbie turned the water off and stood waiting with a huge fluffy towel for this woman she cared about more than she had dared say to step out of the shower box. She dried her thoroughly then dusted her liberally with talcum powder and held a toweling robe out for her to slip into.

“Better?”

“Yes. Oh Debbie I’m just a mass of nerves, aren’t I?”

“Not your fault love,” and Debbie had to grit her teeth to leave it at that.

Ally, who thought it was, looked at her puzzled but before she could say anything Debbie was squeezing her in a good old fashioned bear hug to which Ally responded by giggling delightedly then snuggling in. She felt Debbie kiss her forehead and felt strangely content as if a corner had been turned and for some reason things would be better from now on.

The hose was alive now, back in the bedroom Tina stripped the bed and took the bedding to the laundry for the commercial size washer to handle. Lee had the aroma of frying bacon wafting through the house and shouted,

“Five minutes or I’ll eat it all myself,” and Ally joined the others in laughing at that.

They had clothes in a range of sizes and soon Ally was decently attired in a snug bra and pants set under slacks and a nice cream top which showed off her brown eyes with open toes sandals.

Of course she was naked until her make up was done. It was so nice having it done for her and the things Debbie said to her as she did her were so heartening that by the time her hair had been brushed and put up she felt quite radiant.

Her mouth fell open when she saw the huge pile of food on her plate: four rashers of crispy bacon (God forbid that anyone could ever describe Lee’s bacon as anything other than Crispy), a mound of scrambled eggs, five breakfast sausages, four slices of fried bread and a small lake of baked beans.

They watched her as she looked at it and rolled her eyes. No one laughed instead they smiled for her and she sat munching away like a good girl bathed in their love. It was so wonderful that even though she was near to bursting by the end she hoped they might offer seconds so it could stretch out a bit longer.

Life has to go on of course and soon the girls were off on yet another mission but then Debbie told her she had a board meeting later that morning and her world collapsed. She had just gotten used to having Debbie’s complete attention and now this. Oh sure it was board meeting and it couldn’t be put off but it meant Debbie wasn’t near her and she wasn’t sure she could last the two hundred years until sh e came back.

She cleaned up after breakfast to fill in her day and found she enjoyed it. At ten a fresh lot of worker bees turned up and she hugged them with no qualms at all. They set too and she found herself back in the kitchen rustling up a few batches of scones as well as making a pot of tea.

“Tea’s ready,” she called and she sat with them buttering scones or pouring cups of tea and feeling very much a part of it all. It would have been good if Debbie could have been there she thought as she smiled and nodded through the break. She couldn’t, she knew that it was just that it would have been nice if she had been. Allison wouldn’t have felt quite so empty for one thing.

The bees went back to work and Allison, feeling rather proud of herself for doing so, found she had immediately thought of putting lunch on the table for everybody at, say, about one thirty. She felt very much in control even though she would have to pace herself and not over do things.A short refreshing nap would be a good idea then she would get working a bit after mid day and surprise everyone with something delicious.

Having made her plans she made herself comfortable snooze would be good she decided and she curled up on one of the old couches. Soon after she was fast asleep.

The bees found her at quarter past one when they were trying to decide what they would make for lunch. There had never been any thought that Ally would make it and they saw her looking so peaceful curled up on the couch so tiptoes by so as not to wake her.

They did wake her at two to come and have lunch. She was mortified. All these plans to pull her weight, to just quietly have lunch on the table for them had ended in a big fat nothing.

Norma, who she had just met that morning and who was really sweet had come over to get her. She read her immediately and gave her a hug.

“Used to pulling your own weight,huh?” she asked softly.

“Well I’m used to being useful at any rate,” Allison mumbled into her chest.

Norma just squeezed her hand as the walked to the table. She was included, there was a place set for her , there was always going to be a place set for her and she was a part of it. That was strange for her because she had always been the outsider. Even when she had cared for her parents it had been them as a unit and her with them but nor of them.

She missed Debbie horribly still but she was much more outgoing this time and before she knew it it was three O’clock.

“Come on through and chat with us,” Lilly suggested adding that she was not expected to do bloody dishes.

And so she went with them making herself useful by handing tools and things they needed to make things easier for them to get things done.It felt so good to be a part of it. Then as she reached into the tool bag for a pair of pointy nose pliers she sensed that Norma was looking at her and wondering.

It got her to thinking What was she? At that point she was a non sexual lesbian. A woman who understands lesbians and cares about them as dear friends, who admires and supports them. She was, as the saying goes, neither fish nor fowl. She loved them all dearly but then she had loved her brothers and sister dearly too. It was a vast improvement on how she had been up to a day or two before when they had terrified her but the love was platonic.

She remembered that she had no sexual or even heavy petting experiences with guys either and nor did she recall ever actually wanting one. Not specifically but she did wonder what they would be like alone in her bed from time to time. Men scared her. Her mother had done such a number on her that she knew they couldn’t be trusted and that their sole purpose in life was to get you pregnant then run away

and leave your life in tatters.

Not that she really believed that as she knew some very nice men who were lovely to their wives and doted on their children so they couldn’t all be sex maniacs, could they? She had asked her mother this in a rare moment of defiance and her mother had pointed out that there were some, a few, good ones she would grant her that but they were other women’s husbands and what she had to look at was what males would she attract with her very average features. Hmm?

That little exchange had destroyed her and she rarely spoke after that for some years, Even then when her parents had both passed on she remained terrified of engaging with people.

They worked on but they felt for her. She had gone from chatty to introspective and was no longer comfortable among them. When Norma suggested she was looking a bit tired and that perhaps a lie down in her room might be an idea she agreed hurriedly. Soon she was curled up under the fresh covers on her bed wondering how a day that had been so wonderful could have her wishing she were dead.

Lee came in when she and Tina had got back and checked on her.

“You are still very weak Allison and you’re going to have to stay a while longer until you get your strength up.”

She gave her a sleeping pill, got her to go to the toilet and get changed into her night knickers and nightie before it took then tucked her in and turned off the light once she was asleep.

As far as Lee was concerned she could bloody well leave any old time she liked, she was sick of her. She was so obviously uncomfortable around lesbians. Apparently she had been better for a while today but when Lee had got home she was back to how she had been when they had first had the misfortune to make her acquaintance.

She went back out to the kitchen to get a juice and, as the bees had all left by that stage asked Tina if she wanted her to bring back a burger or something as she was going to McDonald’s.

What about Ally?” Tina had asked.

“I gave her a sleeping pill,” she stated as aware as Tina that she was not authorized to administer pre***********ion medication off her own bat.

“What’s wrong Lee?”

“I’m sick of her Tina. We all tried so hard and it hasn’t worked. The sooner she gets well enough to leave the better.”

“Oh Lee,” she whispered pulling the taller woman into a hug, “look at it from her point of view. She has been manipulated and used all her life. we’re not the only things that terrify her but she needs us. You don’t have to like her just care for her and one other thing.”

Yes.”

“No more sleeping pills, OK?”

“No.”

She walked away without smiling and Tina felt an uneasy tremor pass through her chest as she watched the light of her life walk away.

Tina stood indecisively for a time then went to the liquor cabinet and poured herself a bourbon. She opened a can of coke from the refrigerator to top it up.

There was just her and Lee in the house and that bloody woman was in her bedroom- where Tina wished she would damn well stay.

Lee was right; she was more trouble than she was worth but now Lee was in a snit and she could very well just up and leave on her own if she got in one of her moods and Tina knew she would not be able to cope if that happened. She curled up on the couch away in the corner and when that glass was empty she got another one.

The person who discovered her was Alison. She had woken and gone to find someone to talk to. There was no sign of Lee but she saw Tina sprawled on the Couch over there in the corner. Going closer she saw that Tina was drunk.

“Tina! Tina, what happened?” she asked anxiously.

“You.”

The hostility bored straight through her. The tears ran down her face as she walked as quickly as she could back to that room and got ready to leave. She expected someone to come out and tell it it was all a big misunderstanding but no one did. Her clothes had been washed and ironed so she put them on, got her hand bag and slipped out into the darkness.

She walked along the side of the road until there was pavement when she was near town and then she walked on that. It was history repeating itself she decided and she asked when would she ever learn? Her mother was right: no one liked her. That was just the way it went.

It was six miles to her place but she had nothing else to do so she just kept walking and eventually she got to her own front door. Once she was inside she put the jug on then went to the toilet. The jug had boiled when she had finished in the bathroom and she made herself a nice cup of instant coffee which she took with her to her roll top desk.

Taking a sheet of paper she wrote a letter to “the Haven” thanking them for their kindness. This she placed in an envelope to which she affixed a stamp. Her next letter was to Debbie, she thought a long time before picking up her pen.

Dear Deborah,

Thank you so much for your recent kindnesses. Thanks to everyone at the Haven I am quite recovered and so have no reason to impose on your generosity any longer.

Should our paths not cross in the future I take this opportunity to wish you well in what ever it is you do in the future.

Cordially Yours

Allison Cox (Miss)

There, that was it. Her mother would be pleased (apart from repeating the word ‘future’ of course).

She put the letters aside to take to the box in the morning after which she made some sandwiches and connected her lap top looking for best ways to do it. In the end she dozed on the sofa until it was light. She showered, dressed and had a cup of tea with the intention of going out to post the letters and when that was out of the way she would get on with it.

Just as she was about to go out she felt a terrible pain in her stomach which had her going to the toilet. Once she was good to go again she opened the door and there was Debbie. She wasn’t happy.

“What happened last night Ally?”

“It was made clear to me that I wasn’t welcome there and so I walked home.”

“You destroyed them. Lee and Tina, I found them this morning.”

“Well I do that, don’t I? Now if you will just excuse me I have some mail to post.”

“Do you hate yourself that much?”

“More but not for much longer.”

Debbie looked hard at her- she was serious.

“Give me half an hour, that’s all and if you still want to end your life I can get the tablets for you. Deal?”

Allison gave her a half smile, her mind was made up anyway.

“OK Deal.”

Debbie had suspected something was afoot but nothing as bad as this. She had had Janet drive her out to the Haven earlier and now as Janet held the door open she ushered her into the back seat of the limousine and got in beside her.

“My place Janet,” she ordered into the intercom.

Her chauffeur eased away smoothly from the curb and soon Ally was experiencing luxury motoring. Another one off my bucket list she thought sardonically.

Her host turned to her.

“We can talk here, Janet can’t hear us. Ally I love you, I always have I guess but there was always someone in the way, your mother and then my husband.”

She reached over to take Ally’s hand.

“You feel the same way about me, you do, don’t you?”

She wanted to be inscrutable but there were tears in Debbie’s eyes and she couldn’t pull the don’t give a shit act off. Instead she swallowed and felt the welling in her eyes as well.

“More than anything but I hurt people. I hate hurting people; I want it to stop.”

“You hurt people because you despise yourself. We all care so deeply about you and when we see you still hate yourself despite all we’ve done it hurts but we don’t stop caring.”

“I’m not a lesbian.”

“Yes you are- what a silly thing to say. Look you are a lesbian you just don’t fancy every other lesbian out there. Well, news flash, nor do most of the others- including me.”

She paused and let her words sink home.

“Crowds scare you, strangers scare you but with me, just me, you’d be OK wouldn’t you?”

“Just you?”

“Just me. Us spending all our time together.”

“You’d get bored,” she was snuggling in now.

“Only if you let me.”

“Never.”

They arrived at the mansion and headed straight for Debbie’s suite where all clothing was discarded and by judicious use of tongue and parts of the hand Debbie proved beyond a shadow of a doubt to Ally that she was indeed a lesbian.

Later Ally lay back delighting in Debbie’s touch and uninhibited in her sight. They would be together for as long as for ever could mean to women their age. She would devote herself to Debbie and if that meant this idyllic lovemaking or if Debbie fell ill and she had to care for her her devotion would not alter nor would it flag.

She was a one woman girl: she just wished she had figured that out before.

Of course from then she had to deal with lots of people because she was now Mistress of the House and there were so many things to organize with her House Keeper and Cook running things under her. She didn’t even notice it.

Debbie had cut back on the dinner parties and entertaining being a woman on her own but under Ally’s instigation they entertained a lot. She loved it and it was Ally who was in the limelight while Debbie sat back and watched her adoringly. She even took on the responsibility of organizing a complete redecoration of the Mansion and all Debbie ever said was,

“Oh my, that looks fantastic,” as the work progressed.

The timid irritating Allison was gone and everyone agreed the new one was an absolute sweetheart. They had never seen Debbie happier or Ally for that matter.

Also, and it took a while, Ally got back into The Haven. She had apologized very early on to the Girls as she felt just awful at what she had done but she was a Patron now and though she lacked the strength to power into renovations she was a tireless fundraiser so things could be done, as she liked to say,”Properly.”

She never posted the letters of course; instead she tossed them on the log fire when Debbie was out of the room and shook her head as she watched them burn wondering that she could once have been such a ninny.

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This is a very tame, simple, sweet girl/girl romance & sex story.

Jenna glanced out the diner’s window and diddled nervously with her phone. No messages from Cassie, no missed calls. But she was ten minutes late.

She took another sip of her soda then dug the course list out of her backpack. She was still reeling a bit from her rejection by Oberlin, but the local state university had a nationally recognized music program and offered her a full all-expenses scholarship. This meant being near to home – and near to Cassie.

Cassie had been her piano teacher in high school, and also tutored her, becoming a friend and trusted advisor. Staying nearby meant she could continue her studies both at school and privately.

Having Cassie around, now that she was out of high school, would have other benefits as well.

Meanwhile, nearby, Cassie hung up from a call with a student’s parents and glanced at the clock. 5:10 PM, she was ten minutes late. The diner was just a block from her house. She texted Jenna and bolted out the door.

It was predicted to be a warm night with heavy summer rains, the kind that flooded local roads and made driving treacherous. Such storms usually prompted Jenna to sleep in Cassie’s guest room rather than brave the floods.

The first drops of rain were just falling when she pushed through the diner’s doors. Jenna sat in a booth at the far end of the diner. She wore a light T-shirt and jeans.

When Cassie approached, Jenna rose and they embraced. Jenna’s tutor was about thirty and wore her jet black hair in a pony tail. Her blue top showed substantial cleavage dappled with drying raindrops. Her gray tights were similar spattered.

They ordered a sandwich to split, and a large plate of french fries.

“Back from beach week. Ready to get back to work?” Cassie asked.

“I met with my counselor this afternoon,” Jenna said. “We laid out a possible course strategy, I wanted to talk to you and my mom before I finalized anything.” She dug the list out of her bag and was about to hand it across the table to Cassie, when the older woman moved to sit next to her in the booth. Their thighs pressed together.

Cassie was so close. Their legs were touching. A shot of adrenaline went through Jenna.

That the two of them had feelings for each other had become obvious by the time Jenna was a junior. Jenna’s mother, Anne, had figured it out pretty quickly.

Anne was no puritan. When she was in her twenties she had a five-year relationship with another woman, and always identified as bisexual even after her marriage to Jenna’s late father. Her innate radar immediately picked up on the connection between her daughter and her piano tutor. She put her foot down. Jenna needed to have a childhood. Sometimes that meant having crushes. When Jenna was out of high school and legal, if they still had feelings, then they could pursue them. But until then, friendship could blossom, music lessons could continue, but there was to be no romantic or sexual relationship between Cassie and Jenna.

Cassie was grateful for the rules removing any temptation. Taking liberties with Jenna could have put her career at risk. Jenna took it hard initially, but complied.

Cassie also sensed Anne would have liked to be the one putting the moves on her. But Anne was a class act, and let her daughter chart her own course within the boundaries she laid out.

During Jenna’s junior and senior years she was over Cassie’s house a lot for tutoring and lessons, often even sleeping in Cassie’s guest room when they were hard at work. Everything had been on the level. The trust between all three had grown implicitly.

Now, with Jenna’s graduation, everyone – Cassie, Jenna, Anne – knew the rules had changed. The restrictions were gone.

Jenna spoke up. “Here’s what the counselor said . . .” She pointed to a course on the sheet with her finger, turning slightly and leaning in to Cassie. Jenna made sure the hard little dart of her nipple pressed firmly into Cassie’s arm through the thin fabric of her T-shirt, under which she went braless. Her breath caressed Cassie’s cheek and neck as she spoke.

This was the first time she and Cassie had been alone together since graduation. The day after the ceremony, she and a half-dozen other kids had gone to the beach for a week. She had just gotten back the day before.

Jenna’s thought was interrupted by the simultaneous squealing of every cell phone in the diner. Flash Flood Warning. The sky had opened up a torrential downpour. The local roads would be shut down. If she was going home tonight, it would be the long way around. A 40 minute drive instead of a fifteen minute drive.

*If* she went home tonight…

Before she could put the phone down, another text came through. This one from her mother, Anne.

“Roads look bad. You’re over at Cassie’s right? You should probably spend the night. You know, sleep in her guest room, LOL.”

Wow…the barriers were definitely down…

She heard Cassie stifle a giggle and realized that the other woman had seen the text.

Another lurid text came in, this from one of Jenna’s best friends. Again, references to the roads being flooded and spending the night at Cassie’s.

Why didn’t someone just take out an ad in the paper for fuck’s sake…

Cassie knew that Jenna hated it when other people figured out her moves before she sprung them. She needed a little space. The food arrived. She took half the turkey club and slid the other half to Jenna, then dumped a layer of ketchup across the fries. They ate in silence, listening to the chatter in the diner and the rain outside. Slowly the conversation turned back to the curriculum, and after finishing the sandwich, Cassie went over it again, making some minor adjustments.

Several fries still remained, and Jenna reached across Cassie for the ketchup, again sliding her body against her tutor, their breasts brushing. Their thighs were again pressing together, and as they talked about the curriculum, Jenna held her breasts against Cassie’s arm.

The conversation about the courses lagged. Cassie pulled out a wrapped package and handed it to Jenna.

“Happy graduation.”

They hugged awkwardly in the booth. Inside the package, sealed in a plastic bag, was antique sheet music. It was an old, complicated, Chopin Nocturne.

“Oh my god, this is fantastic.” They hugged awkwardly in the booth again.

“Why don’t you come by and play it?” Cassie said.

They paid their bill. Jenna suggested they take her car to Cassie’s house, but Cassie pointed out that they could just leave the car in the diner parking lot and walk. They were going to get soaked just getting to the car, why bother pretending otherwise?

They were drenched to the skin immediately upon exiting the diner. They giggled and laughed as they walked up the street in the soaking, warm summer rain. Wet clothes pressed close to their bodies, accenting their shapes, turning fabrics translucent.

They splashed each other in a puddle as they approached the front door of Cassie’s house. Standing on the porch they were finally out of the rain, still laughing and giggling.

As Cassie fumbled in her bag looking for her keys, Jenna reached over, lifted her chin, and kissed her, sending thrills through both of their bodies. Their eyes locked. Cassie leaned forward and stole one in return, holding it just long enough, then pulling back, winking. She found her keys and opened the door.

They both started giggling again.

The house was warm, and they stood on the hallway mat, dripping wet.

Cassie giggled. “How can we get upstairs to dry clothes without getting water all over the house?”

Jenna tossed her wet T-shirt it in a heap on a mat nearby. A moment later her jeans and thong followed them. Cassie shrugged and stripped, and then they scampered naked up the stairs. Jenna headed towards the guest room, but Cassie took her hand and guided her to her bedroom.

“But I have some dry clothes from the last time I was here stashed in the guest room,” Jenna protested. Cassie put a finger to her lips and guided her down the hallway to the master bedroom. Jenna walked in, and gasped.

Laid out on the bed were two outfits. The styles were pseudo-Victorian. Black corsets with colored accents, black lace knee-length skirts, stockings, lace-up knee-high boots. There were no brassiere’s but the corsets had heavy lace that extended up behind the neck, over the bust.

The thinner outfit was accented in red, the somewhat curvier in purple.

Jenna picked up the red outfit and held it in front of herself in the mirror.

“These are beautiful! Oh my god. I can’t wait to try them on.”

She loosened the laces on the corset to put it on, but Cassie stopped her, again without a word. She led her to the bathroom and turned on the shower.

Cassie lathered Jenna’s body. Jenna pressed the inside of her hips into Cassie’s hands, but the older woman slipped her hand away. Jenna rinsed off the soap then returned the favor, slowly washing Cassie’s body, lingering in sensitive areas. Cassie gently urged her hands away when they spent too much time in any one spot. After Cassie had rinsed, Jenna reached again between her legs, but Cassie pulled her hands away, licking her fingertips and kissing the palms. Jenna lowered her head as to lick Cassie’s breasts, but Cassie took her head in her hands.

“Not yet, child. Patience. Relax and enjoy.” she whispered, then leaned forward and kissed her lightly. Jenna pressed more firmly but Cassie backed away.

They dried each other listening to the sound of the rain pattering on the roof.

Cassie took Jenna’s hand and led her back out to the bedroom. They stood in front of the mirror and applied light makeup to each other, highlighting their eyes in dark mascara, and painting their lips with black lipstick.

They turned to the costumes and pulled on their stockings and the garters. Cassie tightened the corset around Jenna’s stomach, just tight enough to stay in place comfortably. She slid her hands up Jenna’s chest and pulled the lace around Jenna’s neck, clipping it in the back. Under the heavy lace, Jenna’s tiny nipples stood out against her white skin, outlined between tan lines from the week at the beach. Cassie kissed Jenna’s neck and cupped her breasts briefly. Jenna gave a sharp intake of breath. Cassie helped Jenna into her dress and boots. She slid her hands up Jenna’s thighs, allowing on the briefest brush against the dampening space between them.

“My turn,” Jenna said, but Cassie stopped her.

“No, love, sit down.”

Cassie lifted the other corset and stepped inside. She fit it around her body, adjusting its fit comfortably under her larger bust. She allowed Jenna to tie it, just tight enough. Jenna reached around and fastened the lace around Cassie’s neck. She lingered her hands on Cassie’s breasts too long, however, and the older woman moved them down and away. After helping Cassie into her dress and boots, Jenna licked Cassie’s boot tip, working her way up her calf, past her knee, then pushing her skirt aside and moving between her thighs. She reached the soft, damp slit between Cassie’s thighs and was permitted the briefest taste before Cassie pulled her head back out, kissed her lips.

“Patience, love. Patience. One final item for you to wear.” She opened a drawer and pulled out two small masks. She tied one around Jenna’s head, then allowed the younger woman to tie the other around her own head.

Jenna was delighted.

“A masquerade party for two,” she whispered, stealing another kiss from Cassie, who allowed only a short peck before disengaging and taking the girl’s hand. She picked up a bottle of perfume from her dresser and spritzed both of them, then led Jenna back down the stairs to the living room where the piano stood. The cloudbursts outside had darkened the skies prematurely and the room was almost dark.

“You light the candles,” Cassie said. “I will get the wine.”

Jenna lit several candles around the room, plus the large candelabra on the grand piano. She flipped through the antique sheet music in the orange glow from the candles. Chopin was a master, and as she read the notes, the music flowed through her mind. She flipped back to the opening stanzas, placed her hands on the keys and was about to begin playing when Cassie arrived with two wine glasses and a bottle.

“Not yet,” she said. “Come and have some wine.” She poured two glasses and sat down on the divan, beckoning Jenna come sit.

The white wine sparkled in the candle glow, the rain pattered outside, the warmth and humidity of the air glistened on their skin. They sipped their wine. Cassie brushed Jenna’s hair away from her face and leaned in. They kissed. Their lips met, parted, tongues twined. A soft moan. Jenna’s hands slid up the ribs of Cassie’s corset, touching her breasts under the lace, softly tracing the outlines of her nipples with her fingertips.

Cassie rose and moved to a vinyl record collection that stood on the far wall, next to a traditional turntable.

She ***********ed a record and queued it up. Strauss’s Blue Danube filtered from the speakers. She held out her hand.

“We dance,” she whispered.

Jenna allowed the older woman to take the lead. They danced. They kissed. They sipped wine. They pressed close to each other. After Strauss, Tchaiokovsky’s Sleeping Beauty and Shostakovich’s Second Waltz. Then Brahms, Dvorak, Liszt, nearly a dozen others. The air smelled of summer rain, perfume, and gentle arousal.

Finally, after another bow and another curtsy and another kiss at the end of a dance, the two fanned themselves with hand fans in the warm night air. Cassie smiled and poured fresh glasses of wine.

“And now, Frederic.”

Jenna addressed the piano, then sat down on the bench. Cassie stood behind her, lightly resting her hands on the younger woman’s shoulders.

“Ready?” Cassie whispered. Jenna nodded.

“Then begin.”

Jenna began playing the Nocturne, aware of the warmth of her teacher’s body behind her. The wine and the dancing had flushed her skin and she was afraid she would ruin Chopin’s beautiful handiwork. But the notes flowed through her to the keys and out into the night air. Cassie turned the pages as she played, otherwise standing silently behind her. The entire Nocturne took about ten minutes to play.

As Jenna reached the end, Cassie flipped back to the beginning of the music sheet, and whispered in her ear.

“Again.” Her breath stirred the hair above Jenna’s neck.

Cassie moved her hands from her shoulders slowly down Jenna’s chest, coming to rest on her breasts. She caressed them softly. Jenna’s hands faltered on the keys.

“Play,” Cassie urged breathlessly, then kissed her ear, her neck, her shoulder. Jenna picked up where she left off. Cassie slipped her hands underneath the lace top, fondling, pinching, caressing. Jenna struggled to keep her focus, but kept her eyes locked on the Nocturne’s lilting notes before her.

Cassie unhooked the lace behind Jenna’s neck and let it fall forward, then moved to the bench beside her. She kissed and licked her small round breasts, tasting the perfume and the gentle sweat from their dancing. She softly suckled as Jenna played, eliciting quiet moans.

Emotions, sensations, feelings raced through Jenna. This was the moment she had fantasized about, dreamed about, masturbated to since she met Cassie. She had needed her hands, her lips on her body. Her breath on her skin. The desire was overwhelming, the satisfaction breathtaking.

Cassie slid down to her knees and slipped Jenna’s legs apart. Her mouth drifted into a place few had seen, fewer had touched, and only Jenna had ever pleasured. Her breath drifted over the sliver of curly hair above an otherwise neatly trimmed slit. She licked, caressed, softly penetrated, and found that special space. She ran her tongue along the interior of Jenna’s thigh as she curled her fingers inside of her lover. Jenna opened wide, her mist flowed free, her body shook with her climax.

Jenna arched her back, moaned, and her fingers flew across the keys. The surge that was overtaking her body flowed down her arms and into the ivory, into the ebony, down to the hammers striking the cords, and out into the dim, steamy room. The music flew out an opened window carrying the depth of her passion out into the rainy night. A couple passing by paused to listen, felt the desire, the love, the need. The man and the woman lowered their umbrella and kissed in the warm summer rain, then laughed, hugged, and walked on holding hands as the downpour soaked them through.

The Nocturne continued.

Jenna hunched forward, spent, but still she played. Cassie climbed back onto the bench next to her, lifted her head, kissed her lips. Their tongues intertwined. Jenna was reaching the end of another round of the Nocturne. Cassie slipped her hand over Jenna’s and as she whispered “my turn”. As the Nocturne ended, Jenna released and Cassie took over, playing the Nocturne by heart.

Jenna, her arms throbbing, her body pulsing, devoured Cassie. Her fingers shook as she loosened the lace top above her corset, then unlaced the restrictive purple-and-black garment and tossed it to the floor. Both women now wore only stockings, boots, and masks. Jenna had spent many a night, tossing in her bed, thinking about what it would be like to touch, to taste, to caress, Cassie’s substantial decollete. She ate hungrily, running her tongue across it, tasting it, suckling almost endlessly.

The tone of the Nocturne had changed. The passion was still there, but it was muted. This was not Cassie’s first time, either with man or woman. She, too, had desired Jenna for a long time, and she felt the deep passion but also a nurturing love. The Nocturne that coursed through the rainy night spoke of passion, but also caring and sweetness.

Jenna remained suckling at Cassie’s breasts for the second half of the Nocturne. As Cassie started another round, Jenna detached and slipped below. Cassie too had a sliver of neatly trimmed curls above her slit. Jenna knew what she wanted to do, but never having done it before was unsure. She looked up at Cassie, who smiled down and nodded encouragingly. The older woman pulled her legs wide.

Hesitatingly, Jenna tried the things she had just felt Cassie do to her. It took longer for her nervous fingers to finally bring Cassie to the moment she desired, but Cassie didn’t care. She played contentedly, letting the younger girl make her mistakes, and just enjoying what she was doing, enjoying her nearness, her warmth, her smell, her taste. Finally the orgasm overtook her and she poured it into the notes that filled the room.

Jenna climbed back onto the stool. Cassie whispered for her to place her right arm against hers and as they started another round of the Nocturne, Cassie played the left hand and Jenna played the right.

Their hands played in perfect synchronization, turning the Nocturne into a duet. Their lips met, their tongues intertwined. The both moved to straddle the piano bench so they could face each other, playing the Nocturne with one hand, now kissing each other, now caressing, now suckling.

They intertwined their legs, pressing their softest, tenderest places together, then kissed again, and slowly gyrated their hips.

They ground themselves together, pulsing to the tune of the Nocturne, the notes flowing from their sex out through their bodies into the candle glow. The sounds of piano intertwined with the sound of their panting, their soft moans as they pushed themselves together, ground together, rubbed their desire into a frenzy.

The Nocturne reached its final climax of the night. Jenna screamed in joy and ecstasy. The two of them tumbled to the floor, arms and legs intertwined.

The music stopped. The only sound was their breathing and the rain outside.

Cassie was the first to rise. She extinguished all the candles except the candelabra on the piano. That she picked up and reached out to Jenna. The younger woman climbed to her feet and took her hand.

By the glow of the candelabra, Cassie led her young lover up to their bed, where they spent a long, joyous night in each other’s arms.

THE END

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The sequel to, What Goes Up.

Lying on the large, double bed, Harriet sleepily eased her naked body onto its side and the hollow gold crucifix around her pale neck slipped lovingly between her large, firm breasts. Her body heat gradually warmed the red pubic hair folded neatly within.

She opened her eyes – remembering.

Today was the first anniversary of Sonia’s death and Harriet intended to visit the grave of her former lover.

Tears crept into the corner of her eyes as she recalled their meeting at Eleznick’s cafe and her dicovery that day of her bisexuality.

“Sentimental me,” she murmured softly into the crushed, feather pillow.

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In the almost deserted cemetery parking lot, Harriet left her car and walked the remaining hundred yards to Sonia’s grave. Approaching the secluded spot between the spread of two ancient elm trees she saw a young woman kneel and place a large floral wreath on the early morning damp earth.

The woman had long, flaming red hair that shone like a beacon in the sunlight. The slight breeze lazily shifting its lustrous waviness.

Harriet stopped; held her breath, tightly grasping her own floral tribute.

The woman stood up and turned towards her and for one heart stopping moment Harriet thought it was Sonia.

Closer scrutiny revealed that it was a near likeness but not her former lover. The lips were thinner and the nose, straighter and longer. Nevertheless, it was still a very beautiful face.

‘Who is she?’ Harriet had to know.

She moved closer towards the grave.

“I’m sorry to intrude on your grief,” said Harriet. “If you wish I can come back later.”

“No. Please stay. Are you… were you a friend of Sonia’s?” asked the young woman, quizzically. “Only, I can’t recall seeing you at the funeral.”

“I was a very close friend… but was unable to attend. Are you related to Sonia?” asked Harriet.

“I’m Marisa, her younger sister. You are…?”

Harriet extended her hand and lightly held onto Marisa’s pleasantly cool hand, it was at that moment that she caught the woman’s full fragrance.

It had been Sonia’s favourite perfume.

“Harriet… Harriet Edwards,” she muttered, slightly bewitched by Marisa’s likeness and scent. “May I place my flowers with yours?”

Marisa gazed intently at her as Harriet hurriedly bent down and arranged the flowers.

“Sonia spoke of you,” said Marisa, “We held no secrets from each other and I hope I don’t embarrass you when I say that she loved you a great deal… I can see why.”

Harriet blushed as she stood up and turned towards Marisa.

“It’s kind of you to say so.” Tears welled in her eyes, her voice was heavy with emotion as Harriet continued, “I loved Sonia…” She held eye contact with Marisa, “… so very much.” She shook her head as if to throw off an emotional weight. “If you know who I am,” she said more assertively, “then you know that it was my ex-husband who killed her.”

“Yes, I know but I don’t hold that against you. In fact I can understand your feelings. Could we be friends?” asked Marisa, smiling warmly.

Harriet beamed delightedly. “I was going to ask you the same question.”

They hugged each other tightly like old friends meeting again for the first time in many years; each shed an emotional tear.

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During the next two weeks Harriet and Marisa met frequently during the evenings.

Harriet knew that Marisa was still a ‘working girl’ and could not see her every evening.

Although they were from totally different backgrounds they found much to talk about and of course the common bond between them was the shared love of a bitter-sweet memory.

Each evening’s conversation brought Harriet revelations from the two sister’s childhood that intrigued and provoked her into more intimate inquiries. It was late one evening after Marisa had drunk too much that she eventually related the full story of their upbringing.

An aunt in Cleveland, Ohio had raised the two girls after the tragic death of their parents in a road accident when they were very young.

The aunt had no idea that her male lodger regularly abused the girls.

Not until Sonia was of an age to properly understand what was happening did she take matters into her own hands. One evening when she went to his room she also took a long, sharp kitchen knife with her. He awoke to a stinging pain and wetness between his legs. His penis was missing. They never found where she buried his manhood.

Upon his discharge from hospital he moved out of the neighbourhood and the girls never saw him again but the events of those years left deep psychological scars that occasionally resurfaced during adolescence. In Sonia’s case it manifested itself whenever she made love in the dark. She froze when touched and could not enjoy any foreplay.

When she was eighteen Sonia found a special love with an older, more understanding man. She nurtured this relationship for a number of years. It helped to overcome her sexual fears and provide the foundation for a sexual awakening that she wanted to share with her sister.

One weekend they teamed together, making love to this same man. It was an intimate occasion that gave both girls an insight into their sexuality and what love could be achieved without fear or pain. The man was impressed with them and suggested that their talents could be financially rewarding for them all. For a small percentage of their earnings he would set them up in business as high-class escorts.

For a number of years they quietly earned a great deal of money and built a substantial clientele. Everyone was satisfied with their role until one hot, stifling July evening, an out of state Senator whispered to Sonia that there was more money to be made in Washington.

“…you’d be nearer to me, too honey. Nearer to where the big money is and where the action lies,” he said, knowingly, his large, white hands roughly squeezing her large breasts as she sat astride him, his huge erection sending waves of pleasure within her vagina.

By September they were in business for themselves. They rented an apartment in a block whose residents cared nothing for their lively business.

The Senator had his ‘sexual freebies’ while promoting the names of new clients. The girls’ services were in constant demand among the affluent society in which they now found themselves.

They were riding the crest of a wave when the police raided their apartment. They were charged and convicted of prostitution.

Instead of prison sentences they received only a heavy fine, thanks mainly to some monetary sweeteners given to the judge provided by their friend the Senator. It wiped out their savings and afterwards the Senator told them they were on their own and were not to contact any of their clients or him again.

The sister’s knew they had reached a turning point in their lives. It was time for each to go their separate way.

Out of the blue Sonia received a phone call from Frances, a high class Madame, who had seen her in the media and wanted Sonia on her books. She eagerly agreed and during this period Sonia gave part of her income to finance Marisa until Marisa met Carlos who became her pimp.

That evening, as Harriet listened intently to the full story of Marisa and Sonia’s life, her emotions were in turmoil. She understood that Marisa was a totally different person to Sonia and Marisa could never replace her feelings she had shared with Sonia. She saw the pain in Marisa’s eyes and felt a need to reach out and protect her from further harm or degradation.

Following their third large drink, and during a lull in the conversation, she stood up and walked over to the couch where Marisa was sitting. Harriet seated herself close to her, took Marisa’s glass and placed it carefully on the small occasional table. She grasped Marisa’s hands in her own. Speaking softly, her voice deep with emotion she said, “Marisa, when we first met you asked if we could be friends and you must know that your friendship means a great deal to me. What I’m offering you is the opportunity for you to quit your work and live with me…”

Harriet raised Marisa’s fingers to her lips and kissed them.

“I’m not making this offer lightly. I’ve really become very fond of you these past few weeks.” She kissed Marisa’s fingers again. “Please say you’ll stay.”

“I’m flattered by your offer, Harriet… I… I don’t know quite what to say. I’m not stupid. I know that you might consider my friendship a close alternative to my dead sister’s. But I would rather be with you every day than force myself to have sex with the type of client that Carlos seems to find for me these days.”

“It’s true, I can understand your fears,” said Harriet, gazing warmly into Marisa’s dark brown eyes. “You remind me a great deal of Sonia but I’m asking you as a person to be my friend not the image of my former lover. That is the difference between wanting you and perpetuating my feelings for someone who has gone out of my life. Will you stay?”

“Are you realy fond of me, Harriet or is this just a phase that you are going through and next week I could find myself back on the streets with no help from Carlos once…” She stopped in mid sentence. “What are we going to do about Carlos? He’s hardly likely to shake my hand and say goodbye to his only meal ticket.”

Harriet grasped Marisa’s hands tightly. “Leave Carlos to me. I know people who owe me enough favours to put him somewhere out of harm’s way. Carlos is less important to me at the moment than to our continuing relationship. I’ve asked myself some soul-searching questions and found that I love being with you. I enjoy your company. I want you with me all the time not just a few evenings a week. I miss you when you’re not here. There’s a void inside me that only you can fill and where money is concerned I’ll honour any outstanding financial commitments you may have. And, so that you may feel free to leave at any time, I’ll even place ten thousand dollars into your account. I don’t want you to feel that’s a bribe. It isn’t. It’s to show that I care enough to ensure that you won’t want to leave. I’ll also arrange for an acceptable weekly allowance to be paid into your checking account.”

Marisa sat quietly with her head bowed deep in thought. “You won’t hurt Carlos will you?” she eventually said. “Financially Carlos has been good to me over the years but I can’t seem to break free of him.”

“No, I won’t hurt him, just place him somewhere safe for a while.”

Looking directly into Harriet’s eyes Marisa said, “Then I accept your offer, Harriet, but apart from being your companion what else am I going to do to occupy the days?”

“Well, as I said earlier I’ve given it some thought and, if you’re agreeable, we can start straight away on re-educating you to become my personal secretary…”

“Secretary… But I don’t have…”

“Don’t worry about what you don’t have,” interjected Harriet, “I’ll make sure it’s provided. I’ll personally oversee your education. It’ll take time. I don’t expect you to become a qualified secretary in the next six months. It most likely will take at least a couple of years.”

“Thanks, Harriet. It seems a rather inadequate word for what you are giving me,” said Marisa, inching forward in her seat and as Harriet released her hands Marisa wrapped her arms gratefully around Harriet and hugged her tightly. She affectionately kissed Harriet’s cheek.

Their eyes locked.

A close observer would have seen a momentary search for refusal.

A fleeting downward glance at the others lips.

They leaned forward. Their lips met.

At first they kissed slowly, tentatively, then, as their initial inhibitions quietened their passions engulfed them.

Harriet broke free and cupping Marisa’s face in her hands. “Marisa,” she gasped, gazing wantonly into her eyes, “I want you,” she said.

Marisa said nothing but casually stood up and Harriet led her by the hand out of the room towards the stairs.

The bedroom was awash with moonlight as they slowly undressed each other. Harriet remembered the first time she and Sonia had made love in a frenzied manner but now she brought a deliberate slowness to her actions. Lust’s embers burned brightly between them as they gazed wantonly at one another’s bodies. Their kisses aroused their passion as they fell onto the bed. Surrounded by silvery moonlight they tenderly caressed each others breasts and thighs.

Marisa arose and straddled Harriet’s stomach, her hands clutched Harriet’s wrists pressing them onto the mattress above her head. Leaning down she intimately kissed Harriet’s mouth, then, licking and kissing her way down over her neck, she moved her wet mouth onto Harriet’s ample right breast. Instantly engulfing the long, dark rosebud that flowered under her warm tongue’s delicate touch. Harriet sighed. Marisa’s long wavy hair teased and tickled Harriet’s hot, sensitive skin. She closed her eyes and moaned as delicate fingertips awakened her other nipple into maturity.

Harriet broke free from Marisa’s hands and stroked the backs of her fingernails down over Marisa’s cool slender back, down towards her small, firm delectable buttocks then along her smooth thighs. She arched her neck and moaned when Marisa’s teeth pulled gently at her long, fleshy nipple. Her own hands caressed upwards towards Marisa’s own pert breasts. Breast’s that hung like two ripe apples on the bough. She gently rotated her palms on Marisa’s already excited pink nipples. Marissa arched her head and moaned loudly. She turned around on the bed and with her knees straddling Harriet’s body she delved down into Harriet’s bushy mons. Her arms went under and around Harriet’s thighs; both hands free to explore and probe Harriet’s moist, fleshy, pussy lips; lips that, for some considerable time, had not felt the loving, slippery caress of a hot, wet tongue. Each wet stroke from Marisa’s tongue brought a pleasurable groan and an upward thrust from Harriet’s pelvis. Harriet’s clitoris engorged with desire protruded to electrify and stimulate her desire.

Harriet’s own exquisite outpouring of emotion manifested itself by clasping both hands up over Marisa’s back and she lifted herself up to tongue Marisa’s clitoris into full bloom.

For a while they stayed locked in this position each woman hungrily devouring the other; each savourig the delights of Lesbos, until they sensed the other’s approaching orgasm. Both manipulating their tongues in an intense effort to bring the other first to orgasm.

They came simultaneously, crying out in the glow of their passion. As each climax waned they lay side by side panting in each other’s arms. Their laboured breathing fanning flushed faces.

They kissed as lovers kiss, deep and long, tongues entwined, tasting the nectar of each other’s love.

Harriet spoke first. “Oh, that was beautiful, Marisa.” She leaned forward and kissed her new lover.

Marisa responded by returning her kiss with an intensity of feeling that touched Harriet’s heartstrings. She cried. Tears flowed copiously down her cheeks to mingle with their kiss.

Breaking the seal of their lips Marisa said ernestly, “Harriet what’s wrong?”

“Nothing, Marisa… Nothing’s wrong at all. I’m just extremely happy and glad that you’ve brought warmth to this bed.”

“I’ll keep us warm forever, Harriet.”

They showered and slept till eleven the following morning.

**********

During the day Harriet used a public call box so the call wouldn’t be traced back to her. She phoned the Police Commissioner concerning Carlos. Two days later he was arrested for possession and dealing in illegal substances. Three weeks later he was tried and convicted, receiving a two to four year prison sentence.

This was a blissful time for the two lovers. Their minds, emotions and bodies were entwined. Joy adorned their faces for the world to see.

At home, Marisa studied intensely for eight hours each day, five days a week. Her paid female tutor was impressed with her ability to grasp subjects quickly and to ask probing questions.

At the weekend the two lovers would spend hours together attuning their bodies to a sexual pitch that culminated in earth shattering climaxes. Once they became familiar with each other’s bodies they enjoyed making love in the surrounding grounds of the house. This sexual enjoyment progressed further as they made love in public places; anywhere there was a certain amount of risk at being caught, ‘in flagrante delicto.’

Their love games became intense journeys into erotic stimulation. Each partner tempting the other into more outrageous situations.

Harriet didn’t appear to care too much that if she’d been recognized her position as a lawyer could so easily have become compromised.

An onlooker may have recalled what Shakespeare wrote in ‘A Midsummer Night’s Dream’

Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind,
And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.

In their minds, a cloak of intimacy was thrown over them; concealing them from the eyes of an inquisitive world.

**********

It was nine months later that Harriet broached the subject of Marisa having her face remodelled so that when Carlos was eventually released from prison if ever he saw her he wouldn’t recognise her.

“Harriet, you forget I know you. I know how your mind works. What you really want is for me to look like Sonia. But I can live with that. You have given me so much and if it pleases you to see me as Sonia then yes, I’ll do it. But remember, my name is Marisa and I’ll always be Marisa no matter who I may resemble.”

The surgeon at the clinic was more than pleased with the results of his work once the residual bandages were removed some weeks after the operation.

Her nose instead of being broad and straight was now smaller and angular when viewed in profile, her lips thicker, more fuller.

She looked exactly like her dead sister.

“My dear,” said the consultant surgeon as he said goodbye, “you were beautiful when you arrived but you are more glamorous with your departure. It pains me to see you go,” flirtatiously kissing the back of her hand.

“Doctor, you say the most romantic things. But do you truly mean them or are they simply additional tools of your trade?” asked Marisa, perceptively.

That evening when Harriet walked into the lounge, Marisa had dressed for the occasion. She wore some of Sonia’s old clothes that she’d managed to keep hidden from Harriet.

Her coifed hair gave her added height, while tiny strands of coiled hair hung down beside her delicate ears. The sheer white satin blouse accentuated her bare breasts and was tucked inside a pink mini skirt that clung sensuously to her black silk pantyhose. Long leather boots swept up from the floor molding each thigh.

“Good evening Harriet,” said Marisa, hands on hips, standing beside the open log fireplace. The room’s only illumination came from the flickering flames as they backlit her figure. Shadows danced over her breasts. As she breathed deeply her aroused nipples clearly showed what she felt.

“You look… stunning,” gasped an admiring Harriet, “I’m not sure what I expected but now… Well, I’m lost for words. Except to say, Marisa, I love you.”

“Harriet, I love you too.”

**********

Eighteen months later Marisa passed her exams with distinction and became Harriet’s full time legal secretary.

They immediately become involved in a criminal case that involved a great deal of media attention. Harriet hated this close scrutiny but endeavoured to maintain her poise amidst the barrage of questions aimed at her. The questions became more personal as the interviews progressed throughout the trial period and she was aware that her relationship with Marisa could be exposed at any time should the media delve deep enough.

One evening, when out dining with Marisa, a photographer caught them emerging from the restaurant and their picture made the following day’s tabloid papers.

In Baltimore Penitentiary, Robert Edwards sat on his bunk eating an apple and reading the newspaper. As he turned the page Harriet’s picture leapt out from the jungle of text. His heart raced when he saw the face of the person beside her. He could not believe it. It was Sonia. And yet…

The picture caption read, ‘Even a lawyer and her secretary have to eat sometime.’

‘Her secretary? What’s going on? Why is my ex-wife with someone who is the image of the woman I killed? How did she meet her? Who is she?’ His mind boiled with questions and more questions. He had to have answers and as the days passed he knew he had to escape; to break out and find the woman who’d incarcerated him. That’s when he formulated his escape plan.

It was time for him to act.

**********

Two months later, on a wet and windy March evening he found himself dressed in jogging clothes on the other side of the high wire fence. He squinted his eyes up at the guard towers; no sign of movement. He ran to the corner of the street that snaked away in the direction of the Potomac river and jogged for two miles. The streets looked much the same but he had memorised the route. As he rounded the corner of one street he saw the jeep with the keys in the ignition. Its shape was a relief to his aching limbs. The favours he had called in had been paid in full.

The following evening, knowing that the police would be watching Harriet’s home, he parked opposite her offices.

At around seven Harriet emerged with Marisa. He locked the vehicle and followed them on foot.

Robert had negotiated arrangements for both a vehicle, a complete change of clothes and enough money to fund his disappearance. The new shoes slightly pinched his right foot but otherwise the dark suit and raincoat allowed him to blend in with the early evening commuters heading for home.

He followed the women into the Rock Hotel situated a few blocks from Harriet’s offices.

“Convenient,” he muttered.

He managed to overhear Marisa say to the receptionist, ‘…Twenty-six,’ before he discreetly moved towards the bathroom area.

After washing his hands he decided on a course of action and he left the building through the main entrance. He made his way around to the back and waited in the shadows of the covered delivery area.

It was almost an hour later before a man dressed as a concierge pushed open a fire exit door and began to smoke a cigarette. Robert crept stealthily towards him grasping a discarded heavy piece of wood. He clubbed the man over the head and caught his unconscious body before it hit the ground.

He dragged him inside and shut the door. Looking around he found a broom cupboard that would hide the man’s body and as fast as he could he changed his outer clothes for those worn by the concierge.

Once dressed, he bound and gagged the unconscious figure with strips of cloth he found in the cupboard. He made his way to the kitchen and surreptitiously picked up a tray containing some drinks and a few sandwiches. It was time to head for the elevator and room twenty-six.

The balding, middle aged male receptionist, glanced nonchalantly at Robert as he stood waiting for the elevator.

It arrived and he stepped inside, careful not to reveal his face.

**********

“Harriet,” said Marisa, leaning against the bathroom doorway dressed only in her underwear, “shall we eat out tonight or arrange for something to be sent up, only I’m starving now?”

“If you’re that hungry, darling,” said Harriet, absently filing her nails and dressed only in her dark blue, silk night robe, “then we’ll have something sent up. What shall we have? I know, two steak sandwiches and two Caesar salads with some Californian wine to lighten the evening. How does that sound to you?”

“It’s making my mouth water. I’ll phone room service now.”

Marisa walked over to the bedside phone and gave them her order. As she replaced the receiver she asked, “Do you suppose Robert will try to contact you or are the police being their usual over-protective self?”

“I’m not sure what he’ll do but they said that up until the time of his escape he’d been a model prisoner. I wonder what made him suddenly decide to escape? When he’s recaptured he’ll only have to serve extra time.”

Ten minutes later a gentle knock at the door startled them. Harriet went into the bathroom as Marisa quickly dressed in a white t-shirt and jeans and went to the door.

“Who is it?” she called out.

“Room service, ma’am,” a male voice replied.

“Just a moment,” she said, unlocking the door. Marisa moved aside to allow the waiter into the room and was immediately struck a solid blow on the back of the neck. She went out like a light.

Harriet heard the fall. “Marisa…” she said, emerging from the bathroom.
“Robert…? You… What have you done to her?” cried Harriet, rushing to Marisa’s aid.

“Quiet, bitch,” said Robert, bending over Marisa, holding a knife to her throat. “Stay back. Get onto the bed and lay there on your back. Tell me where you keep your stockings?”

“Stockings? In the bedside cabinet. Second drawer… but Robert why are you here? What madness is this? The police…”

Angrily he said, “Quiet and I meant it,” he said, finding four packages of unopened stockings. “I ask the questions. You answer.”

He ripped open the wrapping and quickly bound her hands and feet to the bed. She lay spread-eagled, frightened and worried for Marisa who had not moved.

Robert lifted Marisa under the armpits and dragged her into the bathroom where he used the other two pairs of stockings to bind her hands and feet. He stuffed some cotton wool in a stocking and used it as a gag. He left her lying in the bath with her hands bound to the main taps.

The remaining stocking and cotton wool were used as a makeshift gag. He placed the gag on the table beside the bed.

“Now, you bitch,” he said, straddling her body, “you’re going to tell me what happened that evening when I killed that whore.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Robert, I wasn’t there, remember?” She glared up at him.

He slapped her cheek, hard.

“I don’t believe you. I think you were there, at the hotel. I believe you knew Sonia. It was something she said that evening, then, when I read the paper and saw the picture of you, together with that bitch I’ve just tied up in the bathroom, I knew there had to be more to it than just coincidence. Who is she and why are you two sharing a room?”

“She’s Sonia’s sister and the police thought it would be better if we shared a room to make it easier for them to stake-out,” said Harriet, aware that if she told him now of her affair with Marisa, then by implication he’d know she’d also had an affair with Sonia.

Robert visciously slapped her other cheek. Harriet cried out at the stinging pain.

“The truth bitch,” he growled in her face. “I know when you lie to me. From the moment we met I lived with your lies, half-truths and whispered innuendo. Robert can’t father a child,” he mimicked. “Didn’t you realise that Robert’s impotent? Well he isn’t, bitch. It’s you who can’t have children but you wouldn’t admit to it being your fault. Oh no, much to proud for that to happen…” He wrenched aside her gown and released the clasp on her front opening brassiere. Her firm breasts spilled out.

“So, Harriet are you feeling proud now. Are you going to tell me the truth or am I going to fuck the truth from you?”

“No Robert, please. I can’t tell you what I don’t know. Please don’t do this. If I knew anything I would tell…” His fist cracked against her jaw. The force of the punch knocked her senseless. “Bitch,” he cried, tearing her flimsy, high cut, cotton panties from around her waist and flinging them across the room.

Robert rolled off the bed in a rage and went into the bathroom to check on Marisa. She was still unconscious. In a rage Robert ripped the towel rail from the wall and was about to bring it down on her head when there was a knock on the outer door.

“Room service,” said a male voice.

“Just a minute,” he cried out, placing the rail beside the bath. He slipped out of the waistcoat and rushed into the bedroom. He quickly covered Harriet’s nakedness with the bedspread and tied the gag to her mouth, then opened the door slightly. “Can I take it from you here as my wife’s fallen asleep on the bed and I don’t want to disturb her? She’s had a long day.”

“Sure, no problem, sir,” said the fair haired young man, handing him the tray.

“Thanks, oh, here…” said Robert, handing him a five dollar bill.

The concierge gushed, “Thank you sir, sleep well.”

Robert closed and locked the door. He lay the tray on the floor and looked at the food. It had been a long time since his last full meal and he suddenly felt extremely hungry. In ten minutes he’d devoured everything. The wine acted like an aphrodisiac. He went to the bed and uncovered Harriet’s nude body.

‘Strange,’ he thought, ‘in all the time we were together she never once made love to me with the light on.’

He picked up the knife from the bedside table and slit along the sleeves of her dressing gown from her wrists to her shoulders. The gown slipped easily out from under her nudity as he pulled at its silkiness and dropped the ruined garment onto the floor.

Gazing at his former wife’s nude body he appreciated that for a woman of forty-two she still possessed a remarkably trim figure. ‘But then,’ he thought, ‘she’s not had stretch marks or worry wrinkles from having children.’

He stripped off his remaining clothes and untied her gag. She moaned and rolled her head.

“Wake up, sleepy head,” he said, roughly slapping her reddened cheeks.

Her eyes opened and she groaned.

“No it’s not a bad dream, Harriet it’s real and it’s going to get worse, a whole lot worse. Now tell me the truth.”

“Nothing to tell,” murmured Harriet. “Water. I must have a drink. Please Robert. Just a small drink of water.”

“Nothing, until you start explaining. I meant what I said earlier Harriet, either you talk or I fuck you and, if I believe what I sense then it will be even more of a hardship for you to accept me inside you… after being so long with a woman.”

“I keep telling you there’s nothing to explain. So, get on with it, Robert.”

“I’ve a better idea, Harriet. If you don’t respect your own body I wonder what it would feel like to watch while I make love to your secretary. Perhaps that will jog your memory?”

“No Robert,” she pleaded. “Leave her out of this. What happens now is between you and me… as it always has been.”

“Fuck you Harriet I’m the one who says what and who I fuck. Watch,” he said, forcing the gag back into her mouth and retying the stocking behind her head.

Robert got off the bed and went into the bathroom. Minutes later he came back out with Marisa’s body. She was now fully conscious. Her eyes betraying the inner fear she felt at their desperate situation.

Robert carried her over his shoulder into the bedroom. Marisa’s eyes opened wider as he placed her head first over the arm of the sofa chair and undid the belt to her jeans. He yanked down the zip and pulled the jeans and her cotton panties down around her ankles. Using the knife he expertly slit up the back of her t-shirt. He unclasped her bra and cut away the remaining shirt fabric.

“Hmm, nice body babe,” he quipped, cupping her breasts. “Lets have some great sex, like your sister and I did… before I killed her.”

Marisa’s muffled groan did nothing to dissuade Robert from continuing. He leant his body against her and rubbed his flaccid penis up between the valley of her pouting, slender buttocks.

“Harriet,” he said, looking across at her horrified face, “watch me make love to your friend. Unfortunately it won’t last long. I’ve not had sex for a very long time.”

Robert’s fingers probed between Marisa’s thighs and found the entrance to her love tunnel. He licked his fingers and inserted them into her pussy. At the same time he squeezed her left nipple between his thumb and index finger. He delicately pulled the nipple away from her body using a circular motion.

She couldn’t help herself and groaned as the intimate sensation worked its sexual magic on her clitoris. During her years on the streets she’d experienced rough sex before.

She continued to moisten. He continued to probe. He used the same technique on her other more sensitive breast.

Suddenly he released her and almost immediately she felt his head between her thighs, his tongue lapped wondrously at her clitoris, his hands clasped her hips.

She was now moaning continuously.

With his forefinger he used her juices to moisten her sensitive anal area. Marisa squirmed uncontrollably as he inserted first one then two fingers into her back passage. Her sexual excitement increased as he slipped the forefinger of his other hand into her licentious pussy. She bucked and rode these two sexual stimuli not caring what came afterwards, just living for the immediacy of the sweet, sensual sensations stirring in her hot, young body.

Robert stopped. He got up from the floor, turned around and, leaning into her, he pushed his hard erection up inside her deliciously tight, slippery pussy. They moaned together.

Harriet watched, as their movements became more animated, each approaching their climax. Marisa used her vaginal muscles to stroke and hold him tightly. Suddenly they groaned in unison as they came together.

Robert relaxed his body over hers for a few moments then withdrew his limp penis. He went into the bathroom, used the toilet, then showered. As he walked back into the bedroom he found that Marisa had managed to get over to the bed and somehow they had removed each other’s gag. They were whispering and kissing tenderly.

“You’re not conspiring together are you?” He questioned. “It’s time for a little redemption Harriet.” He quickly retied both gags and pulled up Marisa’s pants and jeans. He slung her over his shoulder and put her back into the bathtub, retying her hands to the taps. He turned off the bathroom light and closed the door.

“So, Harriet,” Robert said, clambering onto the bed and straddling her naked body once more, “it’s time to talk. I want no more procrastination from you. What happened that evening?” He growled, ripping the gag over her head.

She told him.

Harriet embellished Sonia’s lovemaking with teasing adjectives knowing it would wound his masculinity, stabbing at his prowess as a great ‘Casanova.’

Listening to Harriet’s story Robert’s anger at how naïve he had been to believe he could get away with murder coupled with Harriet’s admitted lesbian relationships had an immediate effect once she had finished. His mind twisted like a bean tendril. It searched for another meaning to what had occurred. He did not want to hear anymore particularly from this woman’s mouth. He picked up the pillow next to Harriet’s head and pressed it down hard over her face. Harriet’s body squirmed beneath him.

There was a brief flash of movement in the corner of his right eye. Something hit his head. Blackness.

**********

Harriet could not breathe. Her mind was spinning away from her.

‘This is the end,’ she thought. ‘Release at last.’ Then she felt Robert’s body slump across her, then roll onto the floor. The darkness was removed and she gulped in as much air through her nose as she could.

Marisa stood beside the bed, her posture anxious, concerned. She removed Harriet’s gag. “Harriet, are you all right?” she asked, her fingers tugging furiously at Harriet’s bound hands.

“I’m… fine,” gasped Harriet. “Just give me… a few moments… to get my breath.”

“What happened to Robert?”

“I eventually managed to get free and used the towel rail from the bathroom to hit him over the head,” replied Marisa. “He should have an enormous headache when he wakes up.”

“He looks dead to me,” said Harriet with one hand free, looking over the edge of the bed. “You’d better check.”

Marisa felt for a pulse.

Her eyes widened as she stared back up at Harriet and said, “No. No pulse, Harriet. He’s dead,” she said.

“Keep calm, Marisa. It was either my death or his. No jury will convict you. You did the only thing you could. You saved my life. I owe you.”

“What do we do now Harriet?”

“We stick to a story but one without the sex angle. It will save some of our dignity and, besides it would only complicate matters. Do you agree?”

“Yes, I agree. I don’t want the American public finding pleasure in what happened here this evening. I believe justice has been done.”

They briefly talked about what they would say, then Harriet phoned the police.

When they arrived they found the two women dressed in casual clothes. Both their stories matched the events of that evening and no charges were brought against Marisa.

As Harriet and Marisa stood in the hotel lobby watching Robert’s body being carried down from their hotel room in a black plastic body bag, Harriet’s thoughts turned to similar events a few years ago.

Ironically it had been Marisa and not Harriet, who avenged Sonia’s death.

End

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I haven’t posted a story in a while. I was busy doing research on worm holes, time travel the inernet, heroin and Asian and Latina lesbos for this story. Hope you all enjoy it. Please let me know what you think.

On day Ralph Upchuck was getting ready to go on one of the high speed internets so he could download the Google. Ralph was waiting for the virus protection to kick in before venturing into the high speed internets. Ralph always used virus protection when he was surfing. It didn’t matter which of the internets you were going to be on, it was best to be protected. Ralph knew from experience you could start on one internet and end up on another, risking infection.

It seemed to Ralph that the virus protection all left a lot to be desired. In addition to the more conventional forms of virus protection, Ralph was using a bromide, a canine distemper vaccine, various unguents, a spy ware detector, salves, creams, and an anal suppository in an attempt to obtain humoral and cellular immunity as well as protection against a lethal intracerebral challenge. Ralph felt ready for the heroin now.

Ralph took out what looked like a catsup packet. It was a tan shiny packet that said “HEROIN” on it. Ralph took out his works and poked the factory sealed packet and drew the heroin into the needle.

Ralph had just added heroin to his virus protection regiment after he became infected the previous week while surfing one of the internets. Ralph was surfing the internets which contained information about a semi aquatic rodent native to Europe and North America called a beaver when he was directed to the internets which contained photos of women in various stages of undress, exposing their vaginas. Ralph was immediately infected with a virus. The initial symptoms set in quickly and included a lightheaded feeling of euphoria, a tightening of the scrotum and a swelling of the penis. Ralph’s corpora cavernosa had become engorged with venous blood. He suddenly felt a sudden decrease in blood pressure that could have resulted in fainting.

Ralph undid his imported diesel zip fly button closure straight fit machine washable specially treated pure cotton enzyme washed pleated front chinos with on-seam pockets and back welt pockets. He pulled out his rigid wiener and squeezed it in an attempt to force the venous blood out of his corpora cavernosa and relieve the swelling. Ralph was shocked to see the explosive discharge that resulted and hit the computer screen with a loud “ploop”.

Ralph was quite taken aback by the experience. While pleasurable, It was unlike anything he was familiar with. It wasn’t like driving to Cleveland. It wasn’t like playing a trombone in a top hat. It wasn’t like eating a cheese omelet. It wasn’t like having eight dollars and seventy six cents in your pocket. It wasn’t like when some guy tells you they play the trumpet and pull out a cornet.

It wasn’t like a walk in a summer rain at dusk through the wood of bramble and cottonwood filled with the tweet of the robin and the emphatic “Whip-poor-will” of the whippoorwill. It wasn’t like realizing that you threw up because your stomach was full of puke.

It wasn’t like making meatballs by combining 1 pound of ground beef, 1/2 pound of ground lean pork,1/2 pound of ground veal,1 cup of Italian bread crumbs, 2 eggs, 4 cloves of chopped garlic, 2 teaspoons of oregano, 1 teaspoons of basil,1/2 teaspoons of rosemary, and 1/2 cup of chopped fresh parsley, mixing all the ingredients well and forming medium sized meatballs then frying them in small amounts of fat until they are brown.

Just as the junk started working, Ralph suddenly realized he was hungry. He decided to try a new pizza place he had heard of called “Traversable Wormhole Pizza”.

“Hi, I’d like to order a 12” sausage with mushrooms and extra cheese.” said Ralph.

“When would you like that delivered?” asked the voice on the phone.

“Well,” began Ralph “I just shot up some heroin a couple minutes ago, so I really couldn’t eat it now. I’m really hungry. Why don’t you send it over about 15 minutes ago.”

Ralph hung up the phone and looked at the half eaten sausage mushroom and extra cheese pizza in front of him. He was full and could still taste the sausage and tomato sauce.

Ralph realized he hadn’t yet injected the heroin. He was too full to shoot heroin after eating half of a sausage mushroom and extra cheese pizza.

Ralph’s cellular phone rang.

“Hello” said Ralph. “This is Ralph on my cellular phone.”

“Hi Ralph” said the female voice on the other end. “This is Debra.”

It was Debra, a girl from Ralph’s “Tell a Friend the Truth” church group.

“I’m calling you on your cellular phone to tell you I think I’ve noticed you looking at me at church.” continued Debra. “I wonder what you were thinking.”

“Well Debra,” replied Ralph with a slight hesitation in his voice, “To tell you the truth, I think you have a fine ass and I’d love stick my tongue in it and feast on it.”

“Oh Ralph,” replied Debra, “You’re such a romantic. To tell the truth, I have huge nipples and I wish you were here 10 minutes ago. I farted a what seemed to be about a 6.3 on the Rickter scale. That’s a base 10 logarithmic local magnitude scale that measures torsion seismometer output.” continued Debra, “My poop hatch is like a dutch oven of rotting vegetation, air biscuits, flatus, cut cheese and quief. That particular fart was a real cheek flapper of gaseous intestinal by-products. I wouldn’t be surprised if the entire surrounding area has to be fumigated considering those lingering free-floating anal vapors I’ve left behind. It sounded like I stepped on a couple of huge ducks. It wasn’t very lady like of me.”

“I’d still love to toss your salad” replied Ralph. “I might even be inclined to maw your musky mound.”

“To tell the truth, a lot of guys are nice to me because I’m good looking.” Said Debra, “They will engage me in small talk and banter in an attempt to gain my trust. They basically want to eject semen from their penis. They would like me to be involved in stimulating their penis with my hands, or mouth usually, but I’ve had guys want other things too. I’ve heard this business of ejecting semen from the penis referred to as ejaculating” continued Debra, “I’ve heard it is very pleasurable.”

“Once, my ex-girlfriend asked me in bed if there was something special I would like.” Replied Ralph. “I told her I wanted her to release ass gas. No hesitation. She let out a tiny squeeker on cue, right in my face. A couple of minutes later, she unloaded a whopper that damn near singed the carpet. Sounded like she killed a huge duck. It was total romance.” Continued Ralph. “She never topped that one. I would get the best results with her sticking my tongue up into her bung pie as far as I could and massage her rump while tossing her salad. Sometimes it would happen right away but sometimes it could take 20 minutes before it would come poot pooting out. The romance prolonged our relationship.

Ralph cleared his throat and continued. “To tell the truth, I also love to fart! I have a nice wrangler ass bubble butt that looks delectably juicy in faded skintight jeans or tight and squeaky shiny and squeaky vibrating vinyl or leather pants! I love to rip ass in my tight jeans with no underwear or slide around on a vinyl seat in a bar or restaurant with my leather pants on so I can dig the vibration and sexy fart sounds that it makes. I just love to fart in my black leather pants. The way it smells with the leather gets me hot. My farts smell like eggs or broccoli! Yippie! I’d love to sit on your face and let loose a loud vibrating ripper through my tight jeans! It would smell like rotten deviled eggs!”

Meanwhile in Cleveland some hot Asian and Latino lesbo chicks were playing scissor crotch in their silky sheer nylon/spandex thongs. A couple of them had body modifications. Soon they were sucking each others leather cherrios.

fin

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Jane tells details of her sex tape to Tom and Carla

Carla has just finished telling her story of lesbian sex with her friend on holiday, during a game of truth or dare. Carla has challenged Jane to tell the story of her sex tape with her ex partner Mick.

Jane was sat on the chair blushing with embarrassment, over the challenge of her truth or dare. The room was quiet, both Tom and Carla looking at Jane waiting to see what she would say. Carla broke the ice and said, “Do you still have the tape.”
“Oh my god!”, cried Jane. “No I don’t know where it is? That bastard Mick must still have it. He will be showing all his mates, I know him!”
Carla said, “How do you know it’s not in his stuff we put in the garage.”
Jane jumped off the chair and said, “Good point, lets search his bags.”
The three of us went into the garage and took the bags and boxes out of the garage and into the kitchen. Mick had a lot of music and video CD movies.
Jane was frantically searching the CD’s and remembered he put it in a Jenna Jameson sex movie case.

“Fucking hell”, I said out loud, “he has a lot of sex tapes?”
“Yes he was porn mad, although he did nothing for me in the last 6 months of our relationship.” replied Jane.
Carla and I smiled, and laughed seeing Jane rooting through the bags and boxes.
“It’s here” and I said, whilst holding three Jenna Jameson CD video’s.
“Oh good” said Carla. “Lets go in to the front room and watch them”.
Jane replied, “We can’t watch them in the front room because the CD players in my bedroom. I have the sky tv downstairs and if I’m watching a CD I watch them upstairs.”
“What are we waiting for, lets go upstairs and watch them.” replied Carla.

I was led on the left side of the bed, Jane in the middle and Carla on the right. I had placed one of the tapes in the CD player and I held the remote control. I said, “Is everyone ready and I will press play.”
The CD played and it was a full on porn movie. I fast forwarded to the action. Jane said, “That’s not the sex tape!”
I replied, “I know but we need to check most of the tape”.
I slowed the tape when clothes were being removed, cocks were being sucked, and Jenna was in a doggy position getting her cunt rammed.
Carla loved the CD especially when Jenna got a face full of cum. She said, “That girl is sexy”.
“Does she turn you on?” Asked Jane. “Do you like blonds?” Jane was laughing.
Carla went red with embarrassment.
I said, “come on girls lets find this sex tape”.

I placed the next CD in the player, went back to the bed and pressed play. This was the sex tape the picture quality was terrible!
Mick was in front of the camera stripped naked and showing off his pumped muscles.
Carla said, “That is small, surely he could not satisfy you.”
Jane replied, “Hey you! What are you trying to say.”
The camera moved on to Jane who was led on the bed dressed in full suspenders, panties and bra. She looked amazing.
Mick returned to the bed and began kissing Jane, he rolled on his back and said “Your turn.”
Jane moved down from kissing his neck to sucking his 4 inch + half cock. However her arse was blocking the camera view and you could make her head out bobbing up and down giving him a blow job.”

Carla was laughing and Jane was red with embarrassment. I got off the bed and removed the CD. I threw it to Jane and said, “now you can destroy it!” I got the third CD from the case and placed it in the CD player. I returned to the bed and pressed play. Jenna Jameson was in a threesome with another sexy Asian lady. Both Carla and Jane were fixated with the movie.
Carla playfully rolled onto Jane and said, “Do you like dark haired girls.” My cock began to rise again at the site of the sexy play between Carla and Jane.
Carla moved her hands up inside Jane’s T shirt and began caressing her boobs. Jane’s hands moved down the sides of Carla’s waist lifting her dress above her waist and touching her bare arse. This was turning me on and my cock was fully erect.
I got off the bed and said, “Hey girls I’m going for a shower.” The girls took no notice. I got what I wanted a full view of Carla’s arse and cunt which was still clean shaven from her holiday.
I walked slowly pass the edge of the bed and left the girls to it.

The shower room was en suite, I left the door open and angled the mirror in the bathroom to the bedroom. Whilst I was showering I got a full view of Jane and Carla in on the bed. I could hear the voices on the Jenna Jameson CD along with the dirty talk and the moans of pleasure. This alone was turning me on. I also heard Jane say to Carla, “So your friend pleasured you with her tongue, and you enjoyed it!”
Carla stared into Jane’s eye’s knowing what she wanted. Carla removed Jane’s T shirt exposing her fantastic breasts. Carla kissed Jane on the lips, then moved down to her neck before making her way down to Jane’s tits and nipples.

Jane was moaning with the pleasure she was getting from Carla sucking her nipples first her left nipple then her right nipple. Carla’s hand moved down to her pink shorts, she was undoing the buttons, but struggling because the shorts were too tight!
Carla sat up and said, “Are you going to help me with these, I can’t get them off.” Jane replied “hang on a minute” whilst pulling the buttons free from her shorts. Jane grabbed the back of Carla’s neck with her right hand and began French kissing Carla. Carla French kissed Jane back, before breaking the kiss and allowed Jane to suck her nipples and play with her tits.

Carla pushed Jane from her tits and moved her sexy body down Jane’s body. Stopping to play with Jane’s tits and nipples. Jane was breathing heavily as Carla moved down her body kissing and licking her stomach, reaching her pink shorts.
Carla said, “Lift your arse girl, there still too tight I can’t get them off.”
Jane replied, “Hang on a minute.” she twisted her hips and grabbed the shorts from behind her back and pulled them down passed her arse. “Saying I think that’s better.” Carla was staring Jane in the eye’s whilst smiling.” She tugged Jane’s pink shorts onto her thighs, still looking Jane in the eyes.

Jane’s stomach was slowly bouncing and her breathing was still heavy. Carla teased Jane, saying “I’ve got you now?” Jane’s pink shorts were still around her thighs, Carla was sat on her legs near her knees. Carla placed her right hand on Jane’s stomach moving it slowly down to her crotch. She gently moved her middle finger onto Jane’s pussy rubbing her clitoris. Jane was squirming her legs trapped. Jane was close too an orgasm.
Carla stopped teasing and removed her pink shorts. She raised Jane’s left leg slightly and kissed her inner thigh until she reached her pussy.

Jane was twisting, her stomach was jumping, Carla was now fully tonguing her, finding her pussy hole and thrusting her tongue in and out. Jane spread her legs wide to allow Carla full access to her pussy. Carla had her arse in the air revealing her pussy which looked ripe for taking. I entered the room and sat on the bed next to Jane’s head. Jane looked at me and I kissed her cheek. Jane pulled me in for a full French kiss. I played with Jane’s tits and broke the kiss. Carla was now looking at both Jane and I whilst still licking Jane’s pussy. I got off the bed and moved to Carla’s rear which was high in the air.

Carla’s legs were slightly closed. I lifted her black dress fully clear from her arse. I wasted no time and began tonguing Carla’s arse. Carla moved her arse up and down wriggling her hips. Carla gave out a pleasure moan which allowed me to place one of my hands on her inner thigh. I gently praised her legs apart and began tonguing her pussy I had a towel wrapped around my waist and managed to get both my legs inside Carla’s feet and legs. Carla was positioned doggy style whilst she was tonguing Jane.
I was tonguing Carla and managed to place my arms in between Carla’s inner thighs grabbing her at the waist. I was bent down low and could see Carla was now thrusting two fingers inside Jane’s pussy.

Jane had her hands on Carla’s head and was thrusting her pelvis towards Carla’s fingers whilst Carla was still tonguing Jane’s pussy. Jane gave out an almighty love scream and came on Carla’s fingers. Carla removed her fingers from Jane’s cunt and began frantically licking Jane’s love juices.
I unwrapped the towel from my waist and thrust my penis inside Carla’s juicy cunt. Carla said “No, I don’t want sex with you.” Too late I thought, my hands held her hips tightly has she struggled wriggling her pussy from my grip.
Jane released her cunt from Carla’s tongue, She turned her body to Carla, moving her face to meet Carla’s face.
Jane kissed Carla on the lips saying, “Thank you, that was wonderful.”

I was holding Carla’s hips tightly moving my cock in and out of Carl’s cunt slowly. Jane was holding Carla’s face watching her moan with pleasure as my penis strokes began growing faster. I had my hands on her hips and waist, the feeling felt fantastic. I began rolling my hands up her back and down on Carla’s arse. Carla began sexy panting letting out pleasure moans. Jane still holding and kissing Carla’s face said, “Tom I think she is about to cum.” Carla’s love moans became louder, her eye’s were closed and her mouth opened.

I thrust my penis faster and harder into Carla’s pussy, her moans were turning me on. My grip on her hips watching her arse was driving me crazy. Jane was shouting, “Tom! she’s cumming, don’t stop.” Carla came and melted in my hands, I felt great relief!
Jane got off the bed and said,” I want you to come in my mouth.”
I released Carla’s hips from my grip and Carla fell on the bed. Jane was kneeling with her head bobbing up and down my erect cock which was full of Carla’s love juices. I was in heaven Jane was playing with my balls making my cock respond. I had my hand on Jane’s head and was ready to dump my cum in Jane’s mouth.

Carla got off the bed and kneeled next to Jane, I spurted my first load into Jane’s mouth and she swallowed the lot. Carla grabbed my cock, whilst I spurted some more cum which hit Carla on her face before she could get it into her mouth.
My third and last spurt went straight into Carla’s mouth and she swallowed hard. Jane moved to Carla’s face and began licking the cum off her face.
I picked up my towel and wiped Carla’s face of any remaining cum, I wiped my dick and placed the towel around my waist.

Jane and Carla got up and headed to the shower, I led on the bed, glowing and shaking. Trying to take in what had just happened. Looking through the mirror in the bathroom. Jane and Carla looked excited they were saying how much they enjoyed the tryst. The girls were soaping each others body and washing each others hair.
I felt like dropping the towel and joining them. I decided not too, and wait for them to return to the bedroom.

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Masturbation material…..

I can see the moon shining through the window. I follow its rays until they settle on your gentle curves. Your hips push up against the sheets and your bare shoulders are being kissed by the night air. I reach out and caress the lines of your shoulder and follow them down over your side and over your rounded hips and as far down your legs as I can reach.

I pull my body close to yours and bury my face into your silver moonlight kissed hair. I inhale the scent of your skin; its spicy scent lingers in my nose and all I smell is you. I kiss your neck and shoulders tasting the sweet saltiness of you skin on my lips. I slowly pull the sheets down your body and your beautiful full breasts are exposed. Your nipples stand up from the chill of the night air and I lightly rub them with my fingertips. Your head rolls to the side and a sigh escapes your lips. I’m not sure if you’re awake but I just can’t get enough of you. Your face is an angel when you’re sleeping and your body is calling to me.

I pull the sheet farther down your body until you are completely naked in the moonlight. I softly kiss your sleeping face and start to glide my fingertips over your body; your stomach, your breasts, each nipple and your neck. But I linger the longest on your cheek and your eyes flutter open. Your eyes are the most beautiful shade of blue as it reflects the paleness of the moon.

I lean down and kiss your lips. I feel your hand come around and cup the back of my neck and pull me deeper. My hands caress your cheek and move down over your throat. Memories of you singing our song to me make my heart leap. I continue to dance my fingers in the moonlight over your chest and they pause over your heart. I can feel it fluttering in your chest and it quickens my own blood. The heat from the blood in your veins rush to your skin and your cheeks get rosey.

You roll towards me making your nipples like beacons in the night. I move onto my knees shifting the sheet off of me. We are both naked in the moon and getting ready to make love. I straddle your gorgeous body and lean down to kiss your lips, and then your throat, and then that little spot behind your ear you like so much. Your hands clasp onto my sides roaming over my taut waist and firm buttocks. As I lean to kiss more of your neck and shoulders, our nipples touch ever so slightly and we both inhale deeply, the anticipation almost too much.

I slink down your body trailing my fingers over your body as I move. Your own hands slide up my body as I move closer and closer to your belly button. The further down I move, the more of your skin I caress. I inhale deeply as I stop right over your stomach. I take a deep breath as I fill myself with your essence, your very soul, my soul’s mate. Your skin is intoxicating smelling of soap and a hint of sweat.

I lay my head down to get as close to you as I can. I feel your pussy throbbing on my breast that settled there when I laid down my head. Your hands are lost in my hair and around my face. I look you in the eyes and you look back, capturing me in that moment: you shimmering in the moonlight, me bespelled by you’re very being, the moon a silent watcher….two lovers and a celestial voyeur are the only ones aware of what is happening, of our love.

Your lips turn into a quick smile and my heart melts further. I smile back and move up for one last kiss. I move down past your gorgeous neck, your perfect breasts, you flat stomach and finally stop at the object of my search: your wet, hot pussy. I kiss her reverently, like a goddess statue in a temple. I gently place my tongue on your clit and you tilt your head back with a sigh and open your legs wider. I rove around with my tongue reaching every part of you. I dip inside for a quick taste of what is to come. A little moan escapes your lips and your hands begin to massage and tease your nipples. Just watching you brings my own pussy into heat.

I slowly lick from your hot hole to your reddening clit, making your climax build slowly. I want this to be the best lovemaking we’ve ever had. Your legs begin to quiver and your breath comes faster. As I continue to bring you closer and closer, your body shines in the moonlight from the sweat on your skin. The heady scent of your pussy juices and sweat mingle in the air and I feel my own desire to be loved begin to build. I break away for a moment to breathe.

In that quick respite I glance up and see your eyes locked on my face. Before I can bring you to orgasm, you grab my shoulders and pull my up and leave us in a sitting position on our knees. You place your hands gently on either side of my face and kiss me tenderly making my own breath catch. You leave one hand on my face and reach between my legs, pushing my legs slightly apart so you can reach my own dripping cunt.

You begin to run your finger nail over my sensitive clit causing my body to jump away for just a moment. I bring my body closer to you and reach my own hand down to your pussy. We slip in a finger into each other and somehow manage to stay on our knees with a lot of effort. We lock our lips in passion and slip in one more finger into our lover’s amazing pussies and begin to pull in and out slowly.

As our climaxes push forward faster and faster, so do we. Trying to cum at the same time in each others’ arms we quiver and sweat. You move your kisses to my neck and I hold you tight. Your hot breath cascades over my neck and shoulder. Our hold on reality slips as the moon’s light makes the experience seem unreal. Our bodies glisten and squirm against each other and our hands and fingers are working furiously for the others’ ecstasy.

I move my thumb to your clit and apply pressure to make you cum soon. You match my efforts and I begin to breathe harder, holding you tighter as I feel my climax begin to take over. I whisper “I love you” into your ear and you whisper “I love you too.” With a few more indulging thrusts your body shakes and you moan in my ear, your body almost collapsing if not for me holding you up. Finally your finger hits my g-spot and I begin to cum almost collapsing myself. Our bodies writhe in pleasure and the room is filled with our moaning and noisy finger fucking.

We shudder one last time and collapse to the bed sheets, breathing hard in each others’ arms. I kiss your neck and face until I finally make it to your slightly parted lips. I breathe in your breath and kiss you one more time.

At last I showed you how much I love you. Though it is late and I am tired, I couldn’t let this moment pass. As we lay next to each other utterly spent, I watch the moon move over your glistening body and smile slightly.

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Anna agrees to try being a Ponygirl with her friend and pony girl Beck

It was break time at work. Being shy I had taken out my book and was finding my place when Becky, who was my age, nineteen, sat down beside me.

“Good book?” she asked.

“Uh huh, yeah really good,” I replied nodding. I put the book down and looked across at her with a smile. She smiled back and we sat together both, I guess, wanting to say something and both too shy to do so.

Suddenly she spoke “,You should try being a pony girl.”

‘Excuse me?” I replied startled. She was taken aback by my response and blushed.

“I said, um, you should try being a pony girl.”

I looked at her, I was puzzled- like was she one, and why me- but to be honest excited at the same time. I knew what pony girls were but it hadn’t interested me as something I’d want to do.

‘Why do you say that?” I asked quietly. She could see I was interested and moved closer.

‘Oh, its a few things really, I just think you’d love it- I do.”

I was looking at her with my mouth open.

‘Um, well what do you do?”

“Well its like the word says we’re ponies. Like we pretend to be ponies really. “

I was staring intently and nodding, she continued on,” like we have to strut on two legs obviously but we act like ponies. I love it.”

I was still staring, my mouth was still open and now I was nodding.

“I have to be totally submissive when I’m a pony and do everything I’m told. I love that. Oh and sometimes I make mistakes and I have to be punished- love that too. Oh some girls have masters but I have a Mistress.”

“Who’s that?” I asked , moving in closer as well.

“Its Rachel my sister, she’s eighteen but she’s really good and she’s got a friend Juliet who’s nineteen and she taught Rachel how to train me. Her pony had to move away with her family and now she’s looking for a new pony.”

She looked at me after she’d finished.

“So do you think I might be interested?”

“No, I mean yes, oh look, I am sure you will want to be a pony girl, but she has very high standards, so its really if she wants you.”

‘Oh hey,” I asked,” can I give it a try? If I don’t like it or I’m not good enough you’ll still speak to me, won’t you?”

“Course I will,” she answered,” and I’m sure you’ll be fine.”

We continued the conversation with her giving me an insight into a pony girl’s mind and her lifestyle. She had me wet and my fingers went under my skirt. She saw what I was doing and smiled. Her fingers went under her skirt too and we sat there playing with ourselves until the break was over.

I went home that night, stripped naked in my bedroom and practiced the pony girl prancing step. My boobs bounced up and down as I did the high knee action. Oh I loved it, I stared in the mirror as they bounced so beautifully up and down and thought of my self like this, naked, in front of all those Masters and Mistresses with my boobs bouncing.I turned and watched my butt – I had to arrange the mirror doors so I could see my butt easily. Oh yes, it quivered as I pranced.

At work the next day I couldn’t wait to speak to Becky. She saw my face,

“You tried it?”

My face glowed.

“Oh my yes, Oh it was fantastic.”

“We’re having a session tonight if you’d like to come along?”

“Oh I’d love to but I don’t have a car,” I answered sadly.

“That’s OK, I’ve got Mom’s car today so I can give you a ride,” she answered.

So after work she took me home and I told Mom I was going to try out as a Pony Girl. She was delighted and hoped I’d have lots of fun and she didn’t expect me home until late, if at all.

As we headed to her place Becky gave me an idea of what to expect when I met her sister; she would be looking at me as a pony girl and I needed to obey her commands and not make eye contact. I could feel myself getting wet at the thought of meeting Rachel and had my legs pressed together the rest of the way.

At Becky’s place we got out and went inside. I had thought I was going to be stripping off but it was not to be. Instead Rachel summoned me over and I stood still as she took hold of my jaw and opened my mouth to have a good look at my teeth, then tilted my head to look in my eyes-I looked away – and in my ears. She felt my butt, my thighs , calves and closely examined my feet.

When she had finished she nodded, obviously pleased with what she had seen and how I had behaved. She got all the equipment ready, put it in the car and we were on our way, Becky driving as she had her license, Rachel in the front seat and me in the rear.

Our destination was a large hall on the outskirts of town. The property was down a winding driveway and was not visible from the road. There would have been twenty cars in the car park and I wondered how many people would be there. It looked like a lot and I felt curiously excited at being naked in front of them. Becky parked the car and we got out.

As Mistress Rachel walked in front and as ponies Becky and I walked a respectful two paces behind her. Rachael walked straight in and went over to another Mistress. This one was tall, brunette and very assured, it could only be Juliet.I was immediately in awe of her and longed to be hers, both as her pony and as her submissive, I guess.

Rachel looked at me and gestured for me to come forward to meet this Goddess. I moved forward timidly and stood as erect as I could with my head up, shoulders back, chest out, tummy in and legs straight.

I was so nervous I was nearly peeing myself but she was pleased.

“So you want to be my pony?”

“Yes Miss,” I replied quietly looking down.

“Hmmm, well lets see how you go this evening.”

She turned to Rachel, ignoring the pony Becky, and said,”Thanks Hon, she looks like a really good prospect, I’ll see you out there later.”

They exchanged nods and Rachel led Becky away to be prepared while Juliet led me off in another direction. We were away to the side but still in the exercise ring. She started to undress me. I stood still as my blouse was unbuttoned and removed, then folded neatly, my bra was removed and also folded, my shoes and socks, then my jeans and panties- which were wet.

So now I stood naked where everyone could see but the trouble was no one appeared to be watching; there were naked pony girls everywhere and their owners were too busy fussing over them to look at me.

Juliet was thorough; she went through the same routine as Rachael had; examining my mouth, eyes and ears then she examined my body minutely. I was still a virgin and had never had anyone look at me like that. She got me to bend over and she pulled my ass cheeks apart and I could feel her finger in my anus, then I felt her fingers in my pussy pull the lips apart and from her breath on my exposed pussy she was very close examining in there as well.

I kept my pussy trimmed so there weren’t any stray hairs showing from my swim suit or panties but otherwise it was quite hairy.

“I’m going to prepare you to be a pony girl Anna,” she told me.

She led me to a bathroom area where other Owners were preparing their ponies. I was to be hosed off first- well ponies don’t have showers- do they? The water was cold and I turned and raised my arms then bent over and pulled my cheeks apart on her orders. I was then soaped with a brush and hosed off again.

Wet and cold with my nipples like rocks I was walked over to an area beside the hosing area and Juliet spread shave cream all over my body from just under my eyes down, front and back. She used a cut throat razor and shaved every inch of my body. In front of us was a wall mirror and I watched as my, in some places slightly hairy and in others very hairy, body became completely hairless. I was dying to stick my fingers in my pussy but I knew I would have to behave so I just stood still and tried to think like a pony.

Once finished she walked me back over to the hose off area and hosed me off again. This time though I was dried and made to kneel while she braided my hair and put pony girl make up on me. Pony girls wear lots of makeup, part of the appeal I guess- it sure was for me. Next step was the pony girl shoes. These are always very high, much like walking on your toes in ballet. The ones I got resembled a hoof where my toes went and I had to angle my feet down as steeply as I could to fit in them. Once they were on I felt like I was a pony. my movements were now very restricted and walking was very difficult.

Finally it was time for me to have the bridle put on my head while a belt was fastened round my waist. This is what the shafts would be connected to when I reached the stage of pulling a cart or buggy. There were also links at the side and Juliet put cuffs om my wrists and hooked them to the links on the belt. I was now restrained.

I loved the sensation of being so under her control I couldn’t help it and my cum started dribbling down my thigh.

She looked at me and pointedly at my wet pussy and smiled. As I stood there she patted my butt and rubbed my shoulders.

“Good girl,” she said and I couldn’t ever remember being happier than at that exact moment. She walked me over to the edge of the exercise ring and told me to watch the pony girls in training now because they were the Elite Grade- the best of the best as she put it.

So I did. They were good, having had a try I was aware of how difficult the steps were and mixing a slow step with a trot and pulling the cart round the course , changing direction, backing up and so on was a complex string of commands all of which they obeyed flawlessly. I was in awe of them and realized how much work I would require to reach their standard.

It wasn’t a conscious decision I simply knew my one desire was to be a pony girl, the best pony girl I could possibly be and I would do everything I could to be that. After a time Juliet came back to me, she had been chatting with some other Mistresses, and walked me away from the ring and out the back into the open. It was cold outside but I didn’t mind, I was with her and I had her undivided attention.

“You saw what the top ponies can do?”

“Yes Miss.”

“They took years to reach that standard and some of them still require work in some areas. What I’m saying is don’t be over awed, we will start and you will improve and then we will move up to the next level. OK?”

I nodded and I couldn’t help smile, my eyes lifted to hers for just a moment then I looked down as I instinctively knew a submissive should.

She smiled again, patted my butt (I loved that), and attached a training rope to my bridle. It was twenty feet in length and she had me move away so the rope was at full stretch and on command I started a slow pony girl trot- high knee lift and slow movement- moving in a circle as she controlled me on the rope. I was subjected to a string of commands and corrections; tummy in, head straight, chin up, bring your legs down straighter and so on. She must have been happy finally as I moved to a trot and then the prance.

We had been exercising for over an hour and the sweat was pouring off me. I was exhausted but wanted to keep going for her and because I felt so hot having her stare at my naked body. I could feel my tits bouncing up and down and my pussy was just wet.

She pulled on the rope and I walked submissively over to her.

“Anna, you’re a pony not an exhibitionist. You keep doing things to show off your body for me and your cum is running down your legs. You need to think in terms of being a pony or I can promise you your enjoyment will be short lived.”

I was crushed, my shoulders slumped and I suddenly felt terribly embarrassed. This was the moment she had been waiting for and as I wallowed in self pity she took hold of my shoulder and turned me to face her.

“You were born to be a pony girl. I can train you and you will love what you do, you will not be aware of being naked in front of the Mistresses and other pony girls, it will seem completely natural for you. You will delight in being a pony girl but it is not the place for you to have orgasms.”

I nodded, still looking down.

“OK, well I think you’ve had enough, the first time is always difficult. I won’t keep you in suspense, you will be my pony. After each session you will become a submissive and I will use your body for my, and your sexual pleasure. That is the other side of being a pony girl- Becky enjoys it,” she added quietly.

I couldn’t help it; my pussy was wide open and glistening with my cum.

“Now I will hose you off and brush you down and you can watch Becky go through her paces.”

She removed my waist belt, bridle, cuffs and pony girl shoes- it felt strange to be walking on the soles of my feet again.then led me to the hose down area and hosed me off, I was washed again and the soap hosed off. She dried me with a towel then brushed me with a curry comb. It felt fantastic on my skin.

I was now naked and she left me so as we walked round to a vantage point to watch Rachael put Becky through her paces. Becky had the high plumes in her bridle and a bit in place. Her hands were secured just behind her sides and she wore the very high pony girl shoes.

Her routine amazed me, and I watched as her breasts bounced rhythmically up and down in time to her prancing step. She got her knees up higher and just a bit wider than mine but it made seeing her pussy that much easier. Rachael was in the cart Pony Becky was pulling and her whip lashed Becky’s back and bottom as she gave her commands.

Finally the exercise finished and Becky was covered in sweat with her chest heaving. Rachael got out of the cart , went up to her pony and patted her on the shoulder. I could see Becky moving her weight just a bit closer to Rachael who held the reins and led Pony and cart to the dismount area.

She released the trails, undid the belt, removed the bride and bit then pointed to the hosing area. Becky obediently walked in her pony shoes to the area.She lay on her back with her legs up so Rachael could undo them and take them off. With her shoes off she walked to the hosing area and stood as I had to be hosed with cold water, scrubbed with soapy water and hosed off again. She was then dried and brushed, although only lightly on her rear.

We had been among the last to get started and given our exercises happened one after the other there were just a few ponies and Mistresses left in the exercise yard; the rest were in the lounge. Juliet led us in. The pony girls and Mistresses were congregating in two separate groups. Becky took my arm and led me to the pony girl group while Rachael and Juliet joined the other Mistresses. I was momentarily disappointed to lose Juliet like that; I had expected her to get a strap on and start fucking me- so did my wet pussy.

“Hi girls, this is Anna,” Becky announced to the other pony girls. They crowded round, hugging ,fondling and kissing as they introduced themselves and each other. In no time I was lying on the floor with my legs wide apart and a hand probing my pussy.

“Holy fuck!” Cindy, who’s lovely hand was at work down there, exclaimed, “She’s a virgin!” The others stopped and stared.

Juliet heard too,

“I know,” I heard her say.

It hadn’t occurred to me in this day and age to be anything special, but it was here obviously. So now I lay on my back with my legs spread on my own with a circle of pony girls around me.I looked over to Juliet and I saw she had moved to the side and was stripping off, still talking with the others and quite at ease.

While she was getting ready the other pony girls gathered round me; in their pony girl role their faces were impassive but now they sported grins and smiles. Quite a few were lovers and they stood with their arms round each other looking down at me. The Mistresses came over too and mingled, some were lovers with their pony girls and others loved another Mistress. When she was ready Juliet walked over to me. She knelt at my pussy and smiled at me.

“I would like to take your cherry hon, is that OK with you?”

I beamed; that was exactly what I had been dreaming would happen and I couldn’t wait. I reached up for her and she positioned the strap on she was wearing in the entrance of my vagina then lay on top of me. I wrapped my arms around her and tilted my tummy up so her shaft could get in easier.

Everyone was silent and I could hear my breathing. Juliet got the tip to just pushing on my hymen then pushed a little more. I felt it stretch and then she drew back and rammed it home. She tore through my membrane and I felt the tearing sensation and the pain- nowhere near as bad as I had expected and with the shaft deep in my pussy and my Mistress in my arms it was of no consequence to me.

But it was to the others and they clapped and cheered when Juliet had rammed her cock home. They fell silent again until the blood started to seep out, then they clapped and cheered again. I didn’t look up- if I had I would have seen one face not smiling. I had my eyes closed as Juliet fucked me with her strap on, she fiddled with my clit with her fingers as she rammed the shaft deep in my pussy. It didn’t take long and I came; she pulled out and I lay with legs apart as my orgasm started. My body wanted to press my legs together but two girls took a foot each and pulled to keep them apart and my pussy on display.

I lay there after I had cummed and opened my eyes, some of the girls were still watching and smiling; over to the side was one who wasn’t smiling – Becky.

.

She looked very unhappy and stood with shoulders slumped and arms crossed.I realized at that instant just how much she meant to me; I had thought of her and me and it made more sense than Juliet and me because we would never be equal enough to have a relationship. I worshiped her and when she was going to fuck me, ohh that had made me so hot. The girl I cared for though truly was Becky and I looked up at her and stretched my arms out for her.

She looked surprised. She pointed to herself in that ‘what me?” gesture and I nodded. She lay down on me just as Juliet had done only without the air of authority- or the strap on. She trembled as she lay on me and I turned her so that I was on top and kissing her. Her body shook as she held me so tight.

‘Hey baby,” I whispered in her ear,” its alright, I’m here for you. “

She looked at me with a look of such fear then pressed her face to my cheek and shook.

“I couldn’t stand that,” she stated finally”, I want you to be mine.”

No please or modifiers just a straight out heartfelt declaration.

“I am,” I replied, then squeezed her. I felt her relax and the hands that had squeezed were now stroking me gently as she turned me and now we were side by side on the floor.

We kissed and cuddled, I noticed a naked Juliet fucking a naked Rachael and it was clear that that was where Juliet’s love lay. Cuddling with Becky was good enough for me though, I hadn’t realized how strongly I felt about her and I just couldn’t press my body hard enough against her.

After half an hour the Mistresses came over and told us to get dressed, it was time to head off.

Juliet had her own car so they said their good byes there then Becky and Rachael went via my place to drop me off. It was late and I expected Mom to be in bed but the lights were on and I could see her through the window.

She came out to the car and said hi to Rachael and Becky, we stood together and waved as they drove away, then went inside.

“So?” she asked,”and how did it go?”

‘Oh Mom I loved it,” I replied a huge beaming smile on my face. And I went over everything for her, meeting Rachael and her inspection of me, the hall, meeting Juliet and how overawed I felt and how I wanted to be her pony girl, then the being stripped, showered, shaved, wearing the pony girl shoes, watching the others and watching Becky, how amazing Becky was, being a pony girl, and being fucked by Juliet in front of all those women and girls.

As I told her what I had done or seen her eyes closed and her hand slipped up under her dress, later her legs were splayed , her mouth was open and her dress was pulled right up, her thong pulled to the side as she masturbated furiously.

“Oh fuck, I have dreamed all my life of being a pony girl,” she signed as she raised her hips and slipped her thong off.

We had never been prudish about nudity but neither of us had masturbated in front of the other. I liked it, and watched her as I told her of the things that had happened and how I felt about them.She unzipped and pulled her dress up and over them unfastened her bra and shucked that off too.

“I love having you watch babe,” she told me licking her lips,”why don’t you strip off too and masturbate beside me?”

So I did. She was amazed at my super smooth body and made me open my legs and spread my cheeks while she checked me out. It felt incredibly erotic knowing my own mother was examining me and that I was turned on by her doing so. After she had a really thorough look I sprawled beside her, our bodies touching and started playing with myself.

We had been going for about ten minutes when she got up went into her bedroom and came back with her toys. She lubed up my asshole and stuck a long skinny one up there then turned it on. I rotated my ass around as I felt it working inside me. She then eased a big pink vibrator in my pussy kissed me and started to push vibrators in both her holes. I stroked her breasts while she did this and felt her hard nipples under my palms.

Eventually I just came and came and came.Mom did too and we lay together utterly shagged. Mom lead me off to the bathroom and we shared a shower- another first- then went to bed. We share her bed, not that we were lovers now, we had shared a masturbatory experience together and we had never been closer on any level. We had but I was in love with Becky and that wasn’t going to change.

PART TWO

When I awoke Mom was already up and sitting naked at her computer.She heard me stir,”Hi babe, sleep well?”

“Like a log hon, what are you doing?”

She swiveled round and sat facing me with her legs apart,

“Hey I’ve been thinking, you know in it’s own way that pony girl thing is pretty erotic but, oh fuck it Anna I want more,you know? I don’t want to have to pretend having all those people staring at my body isn’t a turn on for me. You know?”

I nodded, she was saying what I had felt when Mistress had told me I was an exhibitionist slut, and waited for her to continue.

“I was thinking last night what makes me the horniest and its getting punished and fucked in front of other people. Not in public but an audience that knows what’s going on and is there for just that.”

“Wow!” I exclaimed,”you’ve really thought this out.”

“Want to join me?”

“Sure. Where?”

“I think I’ve found one, you get off to work honey, might pay to have a quick shower, huh?”

As I showered in her en suite with the door open she came in and masturbated in front of me while sitting on the toilet with her heels on the seat. As I watched she got up on the seat and crouching peed right in front of me. I spread my legs and peed hard in the shower in reply. All the while we were chatting. She had found a place, a Private Lesbian BDSM Club, it was too early now we figured so Mom would try before she left for work at nine thirty and let me know the outcome when I got home.

Becky was waiting for me at work and we limited ourselves to just one hand hold, and a quick one at that but I could feel what she felt for me. At morning tea we sat together and I told her where Mom was going in her thinking and that I was getting turned on thinking about it.

“Do I figure in any of this?” She asked and I could tell she was feeling very insecure.

“My world revolves around you baby and I want you there, whether you are on stage or whatever is up to you but I want you there.”

“And the pony girls? I love pony girls,” she said and I could feel the desperation in her voice- the fear I was sliding away.

“Can’t we do both?” I asked and as I asked it I knew the answer was no.

“Oh, well OK then, I suppose that’s it, hey I’ll see you round I guess,” she said quietly and looking away got up and walked back to her part of the office.

I sat there stunned. This was suppose to be more and better but instead I had just lost the only person I had ever loved and it shook me to the core. I worked the rest of the day feeling numb. At lunchtime Becky stayed at her desk “catching up” as she put it without seeing me standing there with the tears streaming down my face.

I stood looking at her hoping she would look up but eventually had to give up and move away. There was the bench we had sat on outside but other people were there now and I wanted to be alone with my pain so I went and leaned against the wall away from everyone and cried my eyes out.

I didn’t want to do pony girls, I didn’t want to do BDSM; I didn’t really want to do anything.

The day finished and though Becky walked past me on the way out she didn’t acknowledge me- my hand up limply in a sort of hopeful greeting. I was thankful I had my sunglasses on the bus so the others couldn’t see my eyes as I sat there with my misery. I had her, I absolutely had her. She loved me, adored me and now she wouldn’t even look at me. God I was so stupid.

I walked in and slammed the door shut.

“I am not doing any fucking depraved sex!”I shouted.

Then I stamped through to my bedroom, slammed that door, punched my pillow, threw my big teddy bear against the wall, threw myself on the bed and howled.

Presently there was gentle knock on the door.

“Honey? Its Becky,isn’t it? What happened darling?”

I wanted to say something but I just couldn’t speak so I groaned and curled up in a little ball on the bed. Mom pushed the door open and came in to sit beside me.

“You told her?”

I nodded.

“She wants to keep on with pony girls huh?”

Again I nodded.

“Do you?”

“I don’t know. I thought I really liked it but they were playing games with us. You know, I mean its pretty demeaning really and my tit less wonder of a mistress was so snarky to me- I mean I could have taken her with one hand tied behind my back, but its what Becky wanted and I’d do it just to have her but its too late now.”

“You haven’t lost her darling,” she replied and she stroked my hair as she spoke to me,” she’s hurt; she thinks she’s lost you and she’s trying to show she doesn’t care, She does. Now come and help with dinner while I fold the washing.”

She had been nude all the time and gestured for me to strip too. I didn’t feel very horny. not like last night and this morning but it was nice to be nude. After dinner we sat together on the sofa; she must have cooked something with loads of carbohydrates because I felt quite drowsy after an hour or so. She sat at one end and had me lie on my back with my head in her lap.I thought she might finger me and despite my earlier feelings of modesty I would have quite liked it, maybe.

She didn’t; she caressed me and sang softly as she rocked me very slowly. I guess it didn’t take long to doze off and when I came to I was still on her lap but she had fallen asleep too; her arms lay limp at her sides and her head had also slumped to the side. She looked as if she hadn’t wanted to abandon me and finally sleep had overcome her. I felt ashamed of my performance earlier and looked up at the sleeping face of the woman who loved me so much.

My stirring woke her.

“Hi honey, want to go to bed?”

“Yours?”

“Wanna sleep with your mommy?”

I thought immediately of sleeping with Becky and Mom could see the fleeting look of hurt that appeared on my face.She let it pass and got up to join me.

“Just have faith everything will work out babe, OK?”

I shrugged,”I guess.”

“Look,” she said and she gripped at the top of my arms tight,” She loves you. She’s hurt and insecure but she loves you, There’s no one else, time will heal, trust me.”

I had no idea if what she said would prove correct but I was too tired now to do anything but sleep and once we reached Mom’s bed that is what I did. I slept without waking until morning- it was after nine. Oh gosh, I thought, I’m in for it now and hurried to get out of bed trying to think of what bus I could catch. Mom came in with my breakfast on a tray.

“I rang work,” she said briskly,” told them you weren’t feeling the best and I’d keep you home.”

“Ohh,” I replied, I could do with a rest I guess but Becky was at work and maybe if I was there she’d … well she might have.

“I had quite a chat with your boss, she’s a very nice lady Charmaine. She knows you and Becky have fallen out and you’re both hurting.”

“Is Becky at?”

“I asked. She was but she was so absentminded Charmaine gave her a day’s sick leave and sent her home.”

She fussed over me as she was speaking setting the tray on my lap and stuffing her pillows in behind me to prop me up.It was just cereal, fruit juice, coffee and toast but she had gone to a lot of effort to make it just so and there was a pink rose in a little narrow stemmed vase on there as well. I just let myself feel loved and ate my breakfast. She sat on the bed with me and we chatted about things, what we would have for dinner, what was on TV tonight how was I enjoying my book and so on. Then, when I had finished she took my tray and said,”take your time.”

I went to the toilet and had a shower. I just dried off and came out to the lounge.

“I rang her,” she announced calmly.

“You what?”

“I rang her,” she repeated patiently.

“Well? What did she say? How did she sound? Did she, you know, ask?”

“Oh honey! She feels utterly crushed, she didn’t sleep at all last night, her mother wasn’t particularly sympathetic and her sister was mean as well from what I could make out.”

I was nodding lost in my own thoughts when she stunned me.

“I’m going over to pick her up in half an hour.”

My mouth fell open and I slumped on to the couch,

“You’re what?” I managed.

“You heard. Now you look very nice with what you’ve got on, don’t bother changing will you.”

She left not long after but wasn’t back for nearly two hours, She came in with one huge bag while Becky pulled another. She looked up at me. I stood naked with my hands behind my back and a worried look on my face. Looking at hers I could tell she’d been crying and I felt my heart go out to her. I brought my hands round to the front and with my elbows tucked in pushed my forearms wide as if to say,

“I’d love to give you a hug. If you want.”

She had looked down and she looked up at me again, as she did I saw the tears running down her cheeks. I rushed over and threw my arms round her.

“I’m sorry,” I told her over and over,” I’ll do pony girls for you, with you. I will, if you want me to.”

She didn’t answer but she hugged me so tight she didn’t have to say anything.

‘I can’t bear to be without you,” she said finally and her teary eyes looked into mine.

Mom steered us over to the couch and knelt in front of us.

“Honey, you know what I told you this morning?”

I nodded.

“Well Becky and I went for a coffee and we talked about things and, well, now I know what goes on in that house I think she’s better off out of there. So she’s moving in with us, if that’s OK?”

I was stunned, yes I know the bags and all but I couldn’t let myself hope that that was what it meant- but it was.

I leaned over and hugged Becky as tight as I could. She hugged me back.

Mom put Becky’s cases in my room and made noises about having to do some shopping then left. Becky stripped off and we went and lay on my, on our bed.

“Your Mom is really wonderful,” she told me “, you know, when I got home Mom didn’t care and my sister told me to snap out of it. Told me to remember I was a pony. A fucking pony for God’s sake. I’m not a pony I’m a girl.”

And I knew pony girls was over for her too.

‘I love you,” I told her,”always know that-I love you.”

I squeezed her again still not quite believing that the girl I loved so much and thought I had lost for ever could be here in my arms.

Well one thing lead to another and we lay cuddled together,she kissed me on the cheek and smiled.

“what was that for?” I asked with a smile.

“Oh, just thinking,” I gave her a quizzical look, ” you know, about you and how much I feel about you, nothing much really I suppose,” and she rolled her eyes as she poked her tongue at me.

I leaned over and kissed her.

“God I love you so much, you know I thought I did but when I thought I’d lost you. Wow, I had no idea…”

We lay together a while longer then got up and went out to the lounge.

I had put the jug on and was buttering some muffins when Mom returned.

She had some shopping to put away and Becky helped her, finding where things went in the process, while I got another mug down and did a coffee and some more muffins for Mom. We adjourned to the couch and sprawled over each other as we had our late morning tea.Mom was still wearing her jeans and top while we were naked.

“Hey?” she asked.

“Yes?”

“Do you guys mind me, you know being here? If you’d rather I could go and have a rest on my bed or-“

“NO!” screamed Becky and she threw herself on Mom- or Emma as I was clearly going to have to get used to calling her,”no you stay right here,OK?”

She asked in the same tone she had spoken to me in about did I still want to do pony girls. It was the tone she used when a thing was of huge importance to her.

Mom was busy hugging her back.

“Oh you are such a darling Becky sweetheart. I was so hoping you’d say that. And you Hon?” she asked me.

“I don’t want you to ever feel out of what we do Mom, I love you,” I told her.

Becky raised her head a little and looked over at me and a smile broke out on her face. She was a serious girl Becky, didn’t have a great sense of humor but she was as true as can be and she was mine.

And so began the first of our threesomes.

But not straight away. I must admit my pussy was nice and tingly as were my nipples but Becky stopped us dead in our tracks- Mom’s were stiffening nicely too- with those words

“Can we?”

Well we both looked at her.

“Oh, well can we, you know make it kind of special?”

A huge smile broke on Mom’s face and I could tell I was grinning.

“Yes darling, lets. Do you trust me to arrange it?” Mom asked.

Becky nodded happily and looked over at me. Hey I was easy, if Mom was happy making it and Becky was simply happy, well that worked for me. So I nodded happily, well as happily as a budding control freak ( thanks Mom) can when she’s not only not in control but doesn’t even know what the plan is.

It was settled: Becky and I had to go out for most of the afternoon while Mom got it all ready. Oh we offered of course but Mom said she’d get more pleasure from our reactions so we just went with it. We walked and walked, holding hands and sometimes just stopping spontaneously for a kiss.

Becky was happy, she held my hand tight and at any excuse came in to hook her arm through mine and pull us tight, She had, I was discovering, a real need to be held, physically held. I was happy, thrilled, to do it but I was curious and when we got to a park bench I sat us down , held her hands and rested my forehead on hers.

‘You know I love you, don’t you?” and I said it with my eyes inches from hers and staring into her soul. She gave me a little smile and looked straight into mine. She nodded,”Yeah.”

“Were you always loved?”

Her face clouded over and she moved out of the forehead to forehead and hugged me with her face pressed cheek to cheek with mine. I felt her sobbing and held her in silence; stroking her hair until she had found her voice and was ready to speak.

It went very much as Mom and I, but more Mom to be honest, had suspected. Becky had got into pony girls because it meant she could belong, she was never hugged- her family “weren’t like that”- and the best she could get was a nod of approval if she had done exceptionally well. She worked so hard for those nods. Well I had thought her sister’s attitude towards her was strange but I hadn’t known pony girls so I just accepted it but she was a bitch to Becky to put it mildly. Her mother was cold to her and I wondered if that might have just been her personality, Becky hadn’t thought about it so I let the topic drop.

We walked home, slowly, after that and as before people would look at us; some rolled their eyes or looked away but most looked at us and smiled. It was late afternoon when we got home. I had been thinking of what Mom had told me the morning after pony girls about wanting to be punished in front of an audience and I cringed thinking that would be the last thing Becky would want right now. Becky opened the door and ushered me in. I could smell something nice coming from the kitchen, the place was gleaming, the table was set with our best lace table cloth the silver cutlery, the best china and there was a silver candelabra as the center piece.

So the same only nicer, which was a relief. Mom was naked still and had been doing something in the lounge. She came over to us put her arms out for me and when I went in to her and wrapped my arms around her she held my face and tilted it to give me a passionate french kiss. I felt my self getting wet and returned the kiss, seeking to push my tongue deep into her mouth. Then, just as I was right into it, she held me at the shoulders:

“Sweetheart you’ve had four hours of quality time with Bex right?”

I was suspicious; this was going somewhere- but she was right four wonderful hours.

“Yeah, I guess?”

“So would you mind if I had just a little time with her? Alone?”

I could feel a grin breaking out on my face.

“No, I’ll just masturbate out here thinking about you both,” I told her and started stripping off.

Mom undressed Bex and lead her naked into the bedroom. And shut the door. I was happily masturbating away, I nearly had my whole hand in my pussy while with the other I ranged from twisting and pulling hard on my nipples to working my clit.I had brought myself off twice and was just lying there with my eyes closed and gently fingering when they came out. Mom brought her over to me and headed back to the kitchen.it was a gesture of meaning rather than necessity and I appreciated it.

We sat on the couch.

“Miss me?” she asked and the question, although asked lightly had a considerable importance to her.

I looked her in the eye, “more than I can say. When you’re away all I want is to have you back,” I told her and I meant every word.

She snuggled into me and kissed my ear.

“I missed you,” she told me happily, then, “guess who we talked about.”

“Me?”

“Yep”

“Oh God, why? I’m just me.”

“You’re my special “just me” that’s why and I want to know all about you. Your Mom is so lovely, I want to have sex with her tonight, like with us, as a threesome. She and I are going to fist each other and I want to do you too. Have you done it before?”

I shook my head,”I’ve wanted to and nearly there just now but all the way in? No.”

We dressed for dinner, Mom had moved my stuff and unpacked Bex’s into her, our, walk in wardrobe and because we were much the same size it was all in together, organized but not hers here, mine there and Becks there. So we could steal each others clothes. Anyhow she had picked three evening frocks,the sluttiest thongs I had seen and three pairs of stilettos.

Well we all showered , did each others hair and makeup then got dressed and slinked out in our stilettos looking and feeling just so glamorous.

I loved the food. After the first course mom told us she would just clear the soup bowls away and bring in the main course. She reappeared naked but still wearing the stilettos as she brought our plates to us then went back for hers, all the time acting as if nothing had happened. And, other than making my pussy wet and my nipples hard, for me it hadn’t.

Bex was right on the ball with the main course plates. I finished last and as soon as my knife and fork were placed together on the plate she was on her feet taking Mom’s plate, then stacking hers and mine on top and heading off to the kitchen to ” get dessert.”

She returned naked also wearing the stilettos, placed Mom’s dessert bowl in front of her letting her breast brush over Mom’s arm and then on to me where I also had my dessert placed in front of me and I also had her breast brush over my arm as she placed my bowl just so.

So here I was clothed with two naked woman chatting away about their jobs and people in the office getting hornier and hornier. They made it worse of course with Mom absently tweaking a nipple as she spoke and Bex pulling on one of hers as she stared intently at me as I was speaking.

As soon as Mom’s spoon was back in the bowl I was on my feet. I was so determined they both burst out laughing . Mom arched her back, raised her arms over her head then brought them back sticking her chest out.

‘Feel like a coffee Bex?” she asked pretending to ignore me and looking over at Becky.

“Well if you can be bothered Anna, yes a coffee would be nice,” she answered elbows up and brushing her hands through her hair.

I took the bowls into the kitchen. On the floor in crumpled heaps were the lovely frocks they had been wearing and the thongs. I set the coffee machine, stripped off and when they were ready brought in the coffees, stark naked with cum dribbling down my thigh. As they had I made a point of putting their coffees right in front of them and brushing my tits over their arm then going the long way round the table so my ass was on show for as long as possible. I returned the same way with the creamy cum on show in the open bottom part of my pussy.

They both simply leered at my pussy.

‘Something wrong?” I asked innocently.

Bex looked up at me with a knowing smile on her face.

“No babe, everything is perfect.”

That comment I made earlier about her sense of humor? Could I just admit now I got that totally wrong? Thanks.

Well we sat making more small talk as we played with ourselves and moved on to discuss in a matter of fact way how wet our pussies were and how horny we were feeling when Mom said that she thought it might be an idea if she just cleared a few things away while we went through to the lounge.

We were seated on the couch when she came in; she got me off the sofa, sat right next to Bex and on a signal from Mom both she and Bex scooted forward , pulled their legs up and placing their fingers either side of their pussies pulled them wide open.

“Time for some multitasking darling,” Bex advised me in such a sweet little voice.

“I’ve never…”

“We know and yet we’ve chosen you,” Mom said in a way I had to interpret as just a little sarcastic. Then she added softly and encouragingly,” We’ve both been fisted many times sweets, you won’t find us too hard.”

I wasn’t going to try without lube- despite their protests about sufficient lubrication having occurred naturally- so I got some from my new room and returned wiping it all over my hands and down past my wrists.

Now I was ready. I knelt and pushed my left hand into Mom’s pussy; my right into Bex’s. Well I could get quite a way in but not past my knuckles and I still had my thumb to go as well. Mom took my hand and pulled it in , then out, in, twisting a little and then I got it nearly in and her pussy sucked my whole hand in.

“Oh My God!” I thought I have my hand up inside my mother’s pussy. Emma raised her head and smiled at me.

I smiled back and focused on my right hand. My hand worked back and forward as I moved it to the critical point just over the knuckles and voila my hand was in, not sucked in like with Emma’s but sliding in, and sliding easily after all that. They turned to each other and engaged in a sultry languid open mouthed kiss as they both came for me.I pulled my hands out, licked all the cum I could find while I watched their pretty pussies opening and closing.

The pulled themselves back up and sat facing me. I must say they had very pleased with themselves expressions on their faces too.

“Have you never done that before?” Mom asked finally.

Oh shit,I thought I must have really sucked at that.

“Cause fuck that was amazing.”

“Really?”

“Yes, really,” Bex said and she gave me a loving smile as she said it.

I looked over at Emma and she had this loving smile on her face too. We actually stopped at that point, well they were a mess so we adjourned to the shower and cleaned up, we all pissed in the shower as if it was the most natural thing in the world. Bex was facing me and some of her pee ran down my leg. She leaned into me as she was doing it and poked her tongue between my lips I sucked on her tongue as I thrilled to the feel of her piss stream hitting my thigh.

After we had dried off we went back out to the lounge and I was instructed to lie on the floor. I have to admit the stopping and having a shower then drying off and coming back out well, you know, it had taken the edge off a bit for me.

Sorry? Well, yes, OK, alright I’ll admit I was a bit nervous too. OK, very nervous about the ,um fisting. I was keen but nervous.

So I lay on the floor and waited. Mom lay on her tummy beside me held my head in both hands and gave me a big sloppy kiss. As I lay back after she licked my throat and went back to slobbering over my wide open mouth. I was as turned on as I think I had ever been and I longed to have something, anything, in my pussy.

Becky licked me down there. All over to be honest, across my pussy, up over my butt hole, down my slit, she pulled my labia wide apart and licked everywhere she could and as I got wetter and wetter Mom was keeping this sloppy licking kiss going as well. Becky eased her fingers in and was quickly up to four. I could feel it and tensed.

Her head came up out of no mans land and she smiled at me.

“Relax baby, I won’t force it, if you can take it you can if you can’t you can’t.”

Well that helped and I relaxed and just enjoyed what was being done to me when I felt her hand had gone deeper and suddenly it slipped in. I changed position, just a bit tying to give her the best access so this hand could go deep into my pussy.

“Close your eyes darling,” Emma told me, having broken off the kiss, “Just feel your pussy, you look so sexy like this,I’m so proud of you.”

She retreated to have a view of my cunt as Becky worked her hand in there and then I felt her pulling it out. Hey, I thought, too soon too- but her hand went back in- no, wait it wasn’t moving the same, it was exploring- My God.

“Mom? Is that you in me?” I asked dreamily.

“Yes sweetie, oh you just look so gorgeous, your pussy is wide open, there’s cum dripping out of it and I think I could watch it for ever.”

I smiled, I think it was a smile -I was really too far gone to tell. She finally pulled her had out for good after they had taken turns pushing their hand right in then pulling all the way out and back in again.I have to admit I was in La La Land and soon after simply fell asleep. When I awoke I was still on the floor while they were standing next to me kissing passionately.

The view from where I was was pretty amazing and I lay there for some seconds before they noticed my eyes were open. They both crouched down to speak to me.

“How did that feel?” Emma asked while Becky watched me intently as they waited for my answer.

Well it was the most intensely satisfying sexual experience that I had ever had, that’s how it felt but I was way too zonked to spout all that so I just said,”fannnnntastic!”

They smiled at that and helped me to my feet and off to the shower.

That woke me, especially when they hopped out and ran it on cold for me, telling me it was good for the circulation while giggling and forcing me to stay in there. I did – its awful at first but the cold actually becomes a turn on. Anyway they relented, turned the shower up to very warm , turned it off and dried me with a nice fluffy towel.

It was time for bed and Emma had put three sets of pillows on the bed:me on the right, her on the left and our prisoner in the middle.

The one in the middle had to lie on her back otherwise she couldn’t kiss the girl who loved her on each side. I didn’t hear any complaints from Becky. She kissed first Emma then me then back to Emma and me and midway between going from Emma’s lips to mine she just nodded off.

Emma and I got up on our elbows, leaned over my sleeping darling, kissed, then snuggled into her and went off ourselves.

The End.

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